Smuggler hunting part one.

Posted on Mon Jan 13th, 2020 @ 3:43am by Commander Sthilg

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Klingon space.
Timeline: A very long time ago.
505 words - 1 OF Standard Post Measure

Many years ago.

Sthilg yawned as the noise filled his ears. The sound of T'gipaz preparing breakfast could wake anyone from the dead and having to live in the small room off to the side with a broken door the lizard was no exception.

He yawned as he pulled himself out the bed flecking his feet to get the feeling back into them.

" Thanksss for the wakeup." he said bitterly as he squeezed out of the small space grabbing one of the pre-made rations from the cupboard as he did so. T'gipaz cooking barley kept the targs onboard happy let alone the rest of the crew on the warbird. Thankfully the gorn had picked up the large pallet of federation rations from another warbird and even the federations hard biscuits made were better than the ship's cooking.

Why the Klingons have the kitchens and the medbay be the same room was always beyond him, but it was something he had to live with.

“ The captain wants you on the bridge.” The Klingon cook hissed back at him.

Ripping the package of the rations open the gorn began chewing on the hard protein bar as he made his way towards the ships bridge.

It was clear the ships was not made for a gorn let alone on of his size yet it still didn’t take him long to reach the bird of preys small bridge. The ships captain D'puri Almargo was clearly annoyed as he yelled at the ships crew.

“ Well get it back on the scanners. I want that ship.” yelled the old klingon from his captain's chair.

The big gorn said nothing as he stood behind one of the consols. A ferengi ship was trying to flee from the warbird which was closing in fast on the slow moving ship.

" We have her sir." Yelled the helmsman from his station

" Then blast the filthy smugglers." The old klingon yelled as the warbirds disrupters fired and ripped into the ferengi ship blowing the rear apart and bringing it to a halt.

A cheer came up from the bridge crew before the captains loud yell brought them all to a halt. “ Be quite. We still have a job to do. Prepare a boarding party I want the ship torn apart to see what they hiding. “

Yells and Klingon war cries filled the bridge with only the crew who would be left behind reaming quite.

The gorn went with them getting his own armour and weapons from the ships armoury. It only took him a few minutes to strap his sword and disrupter to his belt before picking up the big barding shotgun he carried before heading to the ships boarding torpedoes.

If the ship was cramped the boarding torpedoes were worse as the gorn had to stop in his seat to fit. With the familiar thump the torpedo shot out from the ship and speed towards the smugglers ship. Whatever they had been trying to hide from the Klingons they were going to regret it.