On the Humt

Posted on Sat Oct 3rd, 2020 @ 9:26am by Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea

Mission: SEASON 4: Episode 1: Know Thy Self!
Location: AWS Dahkur; General's Quarters
Timeline: MD 2
581 words - 1.2 OF Standard Post Measure

Naxea, covered with only a blanket woke from her sleep, feeling the large, burly body of her Klingon XO, Sogh K'Tar's nude body turning next to hers. Soon, it would be time for her to report to the bridge.

"K'Tar, wake up," she nudged him in the ribs.

His eyes opened, letting out a growl. "If you were anyone else, I would have you skinned alive," he said as a smile formed, taking in Naxea's nude form.

"You can try, but you would fail," she countered, with a wicked grin.

K'Tar sprung into action, pinning her arms above her head as he straddled her, taking in a deep breath, taking in her scent. Letting out a low growl, he leaned forward. "Is that a challenge?"

Naxea held K'Tar's gaze. "What do you think?"

A rumbling chuckle escaped K'Tar as he let go of Naxea's wrists. He wanted nothing more than to show how much he cared--how much he loved her. Yet, his sense of duty told him it was time to get up. "Tonight," he promised.

Grinning, Naxea nodded just as her comm sounded,
"Lieutenant Sora to General Azhul."

"What is it?" Naxea demanded, rolling her eyes in annoyance at being disrupted.

"We are receiving a general distress call, General."

Naxea sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Let me hear it."

Mayday, Mayday. This is the Federation Starship USS Elysium, transmitting a general distress signal. Our ship has been seized and boarded by the Terran Empire, and our crew is being tortured and enslaved. This is Lieutenant Commander Jessica Vaii. We're requesting reinforcements from Starfleet Command. And if anyone out there hates these Terrans as much as we do, we need your help. Goddesses, don't make me beg.

"USS Elysium?" Naxea questioned as she began to dress quickly. She knew of the ISS Elysium but not this USS Elysium. And what the hell was this Federation this person was talking about?

K'Tar growled as he dressed as well. He had an idea of who this person was that sent the distress call. "The Klingon Empire has dealt with those from a parallel universe. I believe this could be those people."

Naxea turned as she donned her uniform top. "If it has to do with the Terran Empire, then we will respond."

"I will inform Regent Martok of our status," K'Tar stated as Naxea nodded an affirmation as she stepped out of her quarters and towards the bridge.



Naxea walked briskly onto the bridge. "Do we have a location on that signal, Lieutenant Sora?"

"Yes, General," Sora replied from her Operations Console to the starboard side of the bridge. "It is just over a day's travel from our position within the edge of the Terran Empire."

"Set battle conditions! and set a course for those coordinates at maximum warp! Engage the cloaking device!" Naxea demanded as the bridge turned a crimson red. A moment later, the ship vanished from sight just before jumping to warp.

Turning to see K'Tar join her on the bridge. "Regent Martok is sending two warbirds to accompany us," he stated. "His orders are to kill all of those of the Terran Empire and force any of the other universe to leave immediately."

Naxea smiled. "Good." She couldn't wait to kill more Terrans and more would soon know the full power and fear that the AWS Dahkur brought to those that dared to stand in it's path.