N'yengoren

 Episode Name:  N'yengoren

   Written By:  Raijin

         Cast:  Ka'lah, Raijin, Vor'mak and VuQ'cheH.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Raijin

     Aired On:  Sun Jun 09 01:49:56 2002

     Stardate:  52398.9

Time: Fri May 10 21:44:15 2002

Stardate: 52329

It's been a long ride. The Klingons have been sitting inside the pitch-black cargo container provided by the Imperial Intelligence and while it is rather large, about the size of a moving van, it is also nearly completely full. They managed to wedge themselves behind a few crates so to hide from the door, the only indicator of said door being a red light that glows faintly on a keypad. There is a rumble, a jaunt, and then silence. They have landed...

Vor'mak grunts at the landing and places his hand on his disruptor pistol. "We're here."

VuQ'cheH hisses, "Quiet, you idiot! They'll hear us, and we'll be dead before we set foot on the station!" He lashes a hand out, whapping Vor'mak on his wrist, away from his pistol. "Use that only if we are going to die. They will no doubt sense energy fire from their internal sensor grid."

Vor'mak growls quietly but nods and draws the Dk'Tagh, keeping his blade behind his back to avoid glare.

Well, here's hoping -she- doesn't have to shoot anything, though she's equipped to do so. She looks to Vor'mak first, but VuQ'cheH's already dealing with it. She herself, doesn't say anything at the moment, but nods to what the Aide says.

Listening a moment to hear if anyone's coming, VuQ quietly speaks the plan. "We get out, and find out what's so special at this station. We take data for the Empire, and then we destroy it. We then steal something and get out. Understood?"

Vor'mak grunts, only mildly interested with the plan. "Fine."

Ka'lah's nod is quick, yet conveys that she fully understands. Again, she doesn't speak. There's no need to at the moment.

"And if I say run, Vor'mak," VuQ'cheH says, glaring at his old aide through the darkness. "You will swallow pride and live to fight another day. Do you understand me? You are not /Kinvagh/."

Vor'mak audibly groans and rolls his eyes. "Fine," he hisses as the red light by the door suddenly changes to green there is a loud rumble and light begins to filter in to the container as the doors open slowly...

There's a difference between Glorious Death, and a Stupid one. SHe herself, doesn't want to die stupidly. THe word that VuQ'cheH uses is given an odd look, but there's no commentary. As the doors open, she sort of ducks again, waiting for acue in which to move.

VuQ'cheH silently draws his d'k tagh and huddles back against the crates. His breath changes; it becomes very quiet. It's as if he's merged with the cargo.

Vor'mak, while he probably doesn't like it, also hides behind his crate and listens quietly. Two romulans who appear to be crewmen wait for the doors to completely open and slowly walk forward. It can be seen that they are wearing disruptor pistols on their hips while they enter the container. The one on the right touches a small button on the keypad and a soft green light fills the room. Not enough to reveal the Klingons just yet, but it might if they get close and start hefting crates. The universal translators quietly whisper to each Klingon as the Romulan on the left groans, "I still don't see why they just don't transport this junk out of here! We were meant to do better things than haul cargo!" His compatriot retorts with, "You know the general order. Any non-necessary power drainage is to be halted until the thinkers are done with...whatever it is they're doing. And apparently transporters are non-necessary."

VuQ'cheH narrows his eyes, still remaining motionless. He does, however, make eye contact with Vor and Ka'lah, and makes a slight motion with his hand indicating to stay put for a moment.

Hand tightening on his Dk'Tagh, Vor'mak waits with more patience than he probably ever has before while the first Romulan sighs and shakes his head. "All I'm saying is whatever they're doing in there, it can't be so damned important that they can't take five lousy seconds to transport this out of here at least. First we have to carry it out, then stack it, then figure out what goes where and carry each one there? It's stupid!"

Ka'lah's remarkably quiet for being slightly inexperienced. She doesn't move, save for the movement of eyes between VuQ'cheH and the Romulans.

The second Romulan looks out the container with a scowl and hisses, "Don't let Subcommander Halvan hear you! You'll probably get a triple shift and I'll get a double just for listening to your whining!"

VuQ'cheH changes the grip on his d'k tagh so it's folded against the inside of his arm. He's tensing for the strike, in case it comes.

The name's commited to memory, should she have need of it in the future. The Klingon Female's attention remains split between her Aide and the Romulans, but she still remains quiet and still.

The first Romulan grits his teeth and says, "It's the truth and you know it. Come on, we better get these out of here before the Lieutenant starts barking at us again like a Klingon again."

GAME: VuQ'cheH spends a courage point.

VuQ'cheH visibly, but not audibly, clenches his jaw at the Romulan's comment. Now is not the right time.

GAME: Vor'mak spends a courage point.

Vor'mak nearly grinds his teeth while clenching his Dk'Tagh and wringing his other hand in to a fist. The second Romulan sighs and nods before saying, "I lift, you carry out. The first Romulan positions himself behind him as they begin the makeshift assembly line. Slowly, the second Romulan approaches the crates and the Klingons' position...

VuQ'cheH's other hand clenches into a fist, and then in a quick strike, his d'k tagh drives at the hollow of the Romulan's throat. No windpipe, no vocal chords, no noise.

Ka'lah's used to people talking bad about Klingons. You can't sit at a confrence table without hearing at least one bad remark. The sudden flurry of motion from VuQ'cheH causes her minor pause,before she's back to watching the other Romulan, her own d'k tagh finall brandished. At least she knows how to use -this-.

<CONTEST> VuQ'cheH contests his Primitive Weaponry (Dk'tagh) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

The first Romulan opens his mouth to say something but stops and stares in horror as his companion is suddenly mangled by a shadowy Klingon from out of nowhere. The second Romulan stares in confusion at his assailent before collapsing to his knees.

VuQ'cheH simply makes a followup motion with his other arm, indicating the other two to attack -now-.

Vor'mak needs no encouragement. He jumps over the crate in front of him, leaps in to the air, and brings his short blade down towards the second Romulan's head...

<CONTEST> Vor'mak contests his Primitive Weaponry (Dk'tagh) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

...the result being a sickening crunch, a spurt of green blood with a strange squishing sound, and finally a chuckle of satisfaction as Vor'mak draws his blade from the cracked skull.

And while Vor'mak's dealing with that, Ka'lah moves out quickly from her crouch, and moves to the opening of the hold, but still concealed. She pauses, to listen if, perchance, anyone might be coming in response to what just happened.

VuQ'cheH pulls out his knife, and drags the now lifeless Romulan behind crates where the Klingons were just moments before. "Vor'mak, try not to smear green everywhere!" He hisses.

Vor'mak shoots an annoyed look back at VuQ'cheH but copys his actions by hefting the body back with the first. He wipes his Dk'Tagh clean on the clothes of his victim before folding it back behind his arm and raising an eyebrow to his superiors. "Now what," he hisses.

Looking up at Vor'mak, VuQ'cheH grins ferally. "Now, the fun begins. Ka'lah!" He forcefully whispers, approaching the cargo crate's open doors. "Do you hear anything?"

Ka'lah turns and shakes her head. "I don't hear anything. No one's coming at this moment. Doesn't mean that they -won't-." She answers, her voice the epitome of quiet, just loud enough to carry over to the other Klingons' ears.

VuQ'cheH nods quickly. "Computer terminal," he declares, and moves out into the open bay, sticking to shadows and vertical surfaces. "Find one. We must find what is here."

Ka'lah mirrors Vuq's movements, her eyes searching for that terminal. A few steps to the side, though she never leaves the vicinity of one, or both, of the other Klingons. She doesn't speak, though as she does a quick once over with her eyes, still keeping an ear out should anyone be approaching.

Vor'mak follows after VuQ'cheH and does his best to be stealthy. It's not much more than mimicry but it's better than nothing. The container exits in to the middle of the non-descript cargo bay. For the most part it's a large empty room. A few crates are stacked against the walls, but the only things of interest are a terminal of some sort against the wall across from a tower built in to the opposing wall. The wall across from the crates bears a large door. The tower above looks like it has a window, but it's at such an angle where it can't be seen in to from the container entrance. A spiral stair case leads up the tower.

VuQ'cheH moves quickly and quietly over to the terminal. "Can you read Romulan? Get to work, Ambassador."

"Actually, no, never got around to actually learning it.." She moves over to the Terminal, and squints at the writing. "What about you?"

As the Klingons move towards the terminal across from the tower, their view of the window improves. Vor'mak glances back and hisses as he sees the back of a Romulan's head. "Kahlessdamnitall," he hisses and quietly dashes behind the container so he's out of the tower's view. "We're in sight you globb flies!"

Okay, she's not in front of the window anymore. SHe does look over at Vor'mak, and sighs softly, "Subtlety isn't your strong suit..is it? Can't we just be a little more quiet?" She, in her crouch, and away from the window, tries to figure out how to get the terminal, and not be spotted by pointy-eared freaks.

VuQ'cheH ducks behind something quickly, but then slowly peers up and over so he can see through the window. "Be quiet!" He hisses.

Vor'mak lets a quiet rumble in his throat vocalize softly and frowns in disgust. "I knew it was too easy," he grumbles in a whisper.

VuQ'cheH makes a motion towards the far end of the container Vor'mak and Ka'lah are, and he starts skulking to close the distance that way, trying to stay out of sight.

<CONTEST> VuQ'cheH contests his Stealth (Stealthy Movement) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

"Can't get to the terminal, not without being spotted," She says, very very quiet, as she moves towards the far end of the Container. Sigh. And she without any bright ideas.

Vor'mak silently watches VuQ'cheH sneak to their position and whispers, "Now we sneak to the tower?"

"We cannot risk being seen. All will be lost then," VuQ mutters in a low growl. His gaze turns to the stairs, and says, "We go up."

The Romulan turns towards the window and looks towards the crates where VuQ'cheH was moments ago. The cargo bay intercomm rings, "Crewmen! It doesn't even look like you started! Get moving!"

VuQ'cheH blinks, and then glances over towards Vor'mak. Are they exposed?

Vor'mak growls and looks back to VuQ'cheH. "Whatever the hell you're going to do, do it now," he hisses.

Ka'lah pulls her lips thin, her attention also turning towards VuQ, but she's not as antsy as Vor'mak, probably good.

"Stay put," VuQ orders. He nods sharply, sets his jaw, and starts skulking towards the stairs.

GAME: VuQ'cheH spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> VuQ'cheH (claiming advantage) contests his Stealth (Stealthy Movement) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Ka'lah's staying put. Her eyes watch the other Klingon though, as if waiting for some indication to do something other than what they were told to do.

VuQ'cheH slowly climbs the stairs, out of sight, d'k tagh at the ready, hopefully to come up behind that Romulan.

As the aide reaches the top of the stairs, he comes to a door with a glowing red light on the keypad beside it. He is in view of the Klingons who are just peeking from behind the container and if he looks hard enough, he can see them.

VuQ'cheH frowns at the panel, then glances back towards his two companions. What do to. Oh well. *thump thump thump* He knocks on the door.

From the other Klingons' viewpoint the scene is almost comical. The Romulan gets a surprised and confused expression before pushing the button in front of him and hollaring on the intercomm, "Now isn't the time for games, idiots!" Stomping towards away from the window, they lose track of him. VuQ'cheH, on the other hand, finds out exactly where he is when the door starts to open. "This better be good..."

In Romulan, VuQ'cheH declares, "I forgot my access code, p'tagh!" With a wild, toothy grin, the d'k tagh seeks its target: Romulan neck!

<CONTEST> VuQ'cheH contests his Primitive Weaponry (D'k Tagh) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

The Romulan stares in shock as the blade finds a home in his pale green neck. Suddenly his neck isn't so very pale as a small fountain of the green liquid pours down his chest with a gurgle.

"I guess that takes care of the person on watch, but we should wait for the all clear," Ka'lah tells Vor'mak.

"Access granted," VuQ'cheH spits as he jerks out his knife and steps into the room, warily searching for others tha tmight be lurking.

VuQ'cheH walks up to the glass and raises a fist in triumph. Then, he beckons for the two to come up. Computers aren't his strong point.

Ka'lah sighs and stands up, then runs up the stairs. It's quiet running, but running nonetheless. "Well, I see you got the access codes," She comments quietly as she steps over a Romulan body.

Vor'mak grunts and lightly jogs towards the stairs. He holds his dagger at the ready and motions Ka'lah up while he covers her position. Needless, but caution always is until you're in trouble. Then he follows up.

"See to these computers, Ambassador. I will assist with any translations you need," VuQ'cheH declares, keeping an eye on the floor below.

With a sigh, she moves over, but her expression is determined. Hmm..lets see..that should do this, and this should do that..and.."Remind me to learn Romulan.." She comments idly as she fingers her way across the console.

Vor'mak stares at the computers in the room and shrugs. Not a clue for him.

<CONTEST> Ka'lah (claiming disadvantage) contests her Computer skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

Ka'lah frowns as the thing beeps annoyingly at her. "Oh, hush.." She looks to VuQ'cheH, "This might take a moment or two. I think this was organized by morons."

Vor'mak grins and whispers back, "Always," as he clutches his pistol. "Say when!"

VuQ'cheH closes his eyes, and listens to the call of warriors beyond at Sto'vo'kor, urging him ont to do battle and die gloriously. He begins to nod with each heartbeat, and then his eyes flash open. "Now!" He hisses! "Go!" and with that, he jumps down, hoping to surprise the Romulans, knife in hand.

When in Rome... Ka'lah quickly follows after VuQ, slamming down to the ground, and draws her blade, aiming to kill this time, instead of just pummel them.

<CONTEST> VuQ'cheH contests his Primitive Weaponry (D'k Tagh) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Ka'lah contests her Primitive Weaponry (D'k Tagh) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

VuQ'cheH lands with a loud thump and a muffled roar as he does a characteristic deep slash across the throat, sending the Romulan to a gurgling death.

Ka'lah's not so scary, merely dropping before the second, and well, he must've been expecting her because, she misses the wily little guy.

Vor'mak drops down himself, disruptor pistol in his right hand and dk'tagh in his left. With a roar of his own, the honor guard takes a quick and direct route with a single point blank burst of disruptor energy.

<CONTEST> Vor'mak contests his Energy Weapon (Disruptor Pistol) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

The Romulan's skin chars away under the intense energy released by Vor'mak's weapon. With a grunt of satisfaction, he looks around quickly, ready to cover the others. Handing his pouch to Ka'lah, he rumbles, "Plant these damn things so we can leave!" Three Romulan engineers stare in horror and the sudden carnage, none moving.

Vor'mak stands in the entrance way, ready to fire on any incoming security.

"Deal with them," VuQ'cheH says, gesturing towards the engineers, as he starts setting the charges for five minutes.

Ka'lah ignores the Romulans hanging around, and takes the pouch. She pulls out the devices and begins to set them up. Since it seems none of them know a thing about it, she might as well be the one to do something stupid. At least they're geared for Klingons. She sets the timers for five minutes, and stand up. "Set. We need to go. Now."

Vor'mak glances back and hollars, "What about them? They might deactivate them if given a chance."

"I said deal with them!" VuQ roars, as he sets his last charge.

Vor'mak curses and leans back against the doorway as a disruptor blast whizzes by. Roaring in rage, he attempts to fend them off in classic cop movie style. Stand against wall, turn, fire, take cover.

Egad...This is getting difficult. The Ambassador begins looking around, trying to figure out a way for them to get out. "Any ideas?" She asks to VuQ'cheh, turning to look at a nearby consol.

VuQ'cheH snorts, and quickly goes to each engineer, dispatching two of them like dogs. He then goes to the third one, and, holding up the blood-dripping knife, says in Romulan, "Site to site transport us to the shuttle bay, or you die like your compatriots."

Ka'lah apparently had the same idea, just, not the same method of execution. She's searching the consol, as if trying to figure out how to work it. She does pause as VuQ comes up with perhaps something easier.

The Romulan stares in horror at the carnage, then regains his composure and says, "You'll never get away, Klingon! Don't even try! Surrender now and they might let you live. Or die, whichever you barbarians prefer. Treacherous scum!"

"Which is a worse death, p'tagh," VuQ'cheH says, pressing the knife against the Romulan's gut. "If we die, and you live, they will execute you, because you were spared for some reason, and thus were in alliegance with us. If you live, you can come with us, and not be branded a criminal against the state." He presses, gently. "Choose now."

Okay..we'll just go back to the consol, because that's not looking very productive. "Lessee..where would they keep their transporter..." Ka'lah murmurs to herself, trying to be incredibly quick about this, but still not screwing things up. It's not going to go very well.

Vor'mak screams back, "Damnit it all to Gre'thor you worthless globb flies, hurry up!!!

The Romulan engineer's face contorts with rage and he hisses, "They would never believe that! You will die here, Klingon! Give it up!" Stubborn, this one.

VuQ'cheH shrugs his shoulders and guts the engineer, not giving it a second thought. "Any luck with the console, Ambassador?" He asks, walking over to assist her with the translations.

Ka'lah shakes her head, letting out a curse, "I'm no good with shipboard systems. Even with the translational help, linking the transporter to pick us up isn't going to work. HOwever.." She chews her lip, "Maybe I could sit there and try to seal off this sector, but that'd just keep more Romulans from flooding the hallway..." SHe pauses here and she looks to her Aide, "Anything to flood the hallway with?"

"Let me try. I served on a scout ship," VuQ'cheH declares. Glancing at Ka'lah, he says, "Yes, death and destruction once this place blows! We don't have much time!"

<CONTEST> VuQ'cheH (claiming disadvantage) contests his Shipboard Systems skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

"Not -exactly- what I was thinking of.." But she does step aside. They honestly don't have time, and they're quickly running out of it.

Vor'mak howls in delight, apparently hitting one. "If Kahless takes me to the river of blood this day, I'm taking you all with me!"

VuQ'cheH just shakes his head. "I just have no idea how this worthless equipment is supposed to work!" Looking over at Vor'mak, he says, "Today is a good day to die. We defend this room till the explosives go!"

Vor'mak looks sharply at VuQ'cheH and says, "It is that or we rush them now! There are three left if no more come!"

Ka'lah glances to VuQ'cheH, then comments, "We've really got nothing to lose. We could rush them...Or.." She reaches down and plucks a disruptor from one of the Romulans. She walks over to try to get a good bead on a Rommie without getting her head taken off, and sigh--here's where she wishes she learned out to shoot one of these--and attempts to take one down.

VuQ'cheH nods to Ka'lah. "It -is- a good day to die, then!" He leaves the console, and takes up position by Vor'mak, charging up his disruptor.

<CONTEST> Ka'lah contests her Energy Weapon skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

<CONTEST> VuQ'cheH contests his Energy Weapon (Disruptor) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

Ka'lah's shot goes wide and her target takes cover as he watches his companion go down. Seeing now that the odds have changed, the two Romulans lean against the walls, taking cover. Vor'mak growls and stays at his position. "Damnit all, my life for a photon grenade," he says in jest. "Die, green blooded veQ!"

<CONTEST> Vor'mak contests his Energy Weapon (Disruptor) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

"Bastard.." She grumbles and fires again! She'll eventually hit something that breaths.

Vor'mak's shot melts in to a support beam that shelters his target. One of the Romulans returns fire on Ka'lah.

<CONTEST> Ka'lah contests her Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

VuQ'cheH hits a Romulan square in the chest, charring him to a cinder, roaring something in Romulan to goad them all on.

<CONTEST> Ka'lah contests her Energy Weapon (Disruptor) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Vor'mak contests his Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

The shot comes from the romulan, and she arcs to the right, and at the same moment, she fires, and seems Luck is on her side for it pegs the Rommie that attempted to turn her into goo.

Vor'mak pulls back after Ka'lah's shot and narrowly avoids being charred himself. Growling aloud, he gets ready to move...

<CONTEST> VuQ'cheH contests his Energy Weapon (Disruptor) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

VuQ'cheH takes a potshot at the Romulan that shot at Vor'mak, but goes wide, striking a bulkhead and leaving a nasty scar on the metal.

With a final roar of fury, Vor'mak steps out from cover, takes aim, and without attempting to defend himself or find cover afterwards the honor guard takes aim and fires.

<CONTEST> Vor'mak contests his Energy Weapon (Disruptor) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

The final Romulan drops, his uniform melting in to his chest. With a satisfied nod, Vor'mak waits for one of the others to choose a course of action.

Ka'lah pauses, disruptor aimed, and she glances this way, glances that way. "I suggest we move, and do it quickly." Well, unless they really wanted to die. She's already moving herself.

"Qa'pla! We move!" VuQ'cheH bellows, and makes a mad dash for the exit, heading towards the shuttle bay.

Vor'mak dashes after VuQ'cheH as the trio makes their way to the shuttle bay. Fortunately, no Romulans are encountered by the time they reach the bay. One minute remains...

VuQ'cheH barges in, pistol bared, ready to shoot anything that gets in his way. "Shuttle," he says, language reducing to simple Klingon grammar. "I can pilot."

"Fine!" She yanks the door open, ushering in Vor'mak befor she hops in there, and hops in the copilot seat.

Vor'mak stands behind both seats with teeth bared and snarls at VuQ'cheH, "Hurry up!"

VuQ'cheH frowns at the display after landing in the pilot's seat, and attempts to fire the shuttle up.

<CONTEST> VuQ'cheH contests his Vehicle Operations (Shuttlecraft) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

VuQ'cheH pounds the console as it doesn't respond favorably. "Ka'lah, help me!"

Ka'lah frowns and begins working the console. Here's hoping her luck holds out..

GAME: Ka'lah spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Ka'lah (claiming advantage) contests her Vehicle Operations (Shuttlecraft) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

Ka'lah lets out a scream and beats the consol. "Nothing on this side. I think this was programmed by ducks!"

Vor'mak, pacing and very frustrated with the whole situation finally walks to VuQ'cheH's position and slams his fists on the console. "Damn you worthless veQDuj, work!!!" *thump!* The lights flash, impulse engines roar, and nobody looks more surprised than the honor guard.

The craft lifts up, and VuQ'cheH fires the shuttle's forward disruptors, blowing a huge hole into space, which sucks the shuttle and its unmanned sister into the void. "We could still die, you know," he says, aiming the shuttle away from the station and kicking it into emergency warp.

"If we die, we die. But we're just not going to sit here and -let- it happen." Ka'lah says through gritted teeth as she begins monitoring the craft's sensors.

Whether or not that would be a good thing or a bad thing for Klingons is a moot point, but the craft sits still as the nacelles hum and increase in frequency. The station rocks and begins to shake violently. Finally the warp drive engages and sends the shuttle hurtling forward as a bright light floods all surrounding space. The shockwave throws the shuttle of course and sends everyone inside sprawling, but it remains intact.

VuQ'cheH growls as he gets thrown across the shuttle cabin, shoulder crunching painfully as he lands, grunting.

Vor'mak dizzily rises to his feet after feeling like a piece of popcorn in the microwave. The viewscreen blinks on and shows the face of their contact. "Hah! Did you k'pekt wrap yourselves in sheet metal and jump out an airlock? We're transporting you aboard now. After that, you're going back to your station, immediately! Engage," he barks to the side. Romulan shuttle left behind, the mission meets it's end.