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Post 3 - Marksmanship

Posted on Sat Jul 18th, 2020 @ 10:29pm by Lieutenant Kroz, Son of T’Rok & Commander Eden Starling-Enigma
Edited on on Fri Jul 24th, 2020 @ 4:14am

Mission: In the Shadow of Thanget
Location: USS Dreadnought, Holodeck 2
Timeline: January 13, 2399, 1335 Hours
Tags: Eden Enigma, Kroz, USS Dreadnought

"Override lock. Authorization Enigma Theta Eight Zero Zero Zero Omega." The door slid open, and Eden stepped through, into dark landscape of burnt trees and large rocks strewn about.

With the door opening behind him, Kroz ordered, “Pause program,” as he stood up with phaser in hand. “Commander,” the Klingon said as a matter of fact, and not questioning her presence.”

"I don't know this program. What is it?"

Kroz looked about at the darkened area, only lit by the stars above, the fires burning, and the light streaming through the holodeck door. “This is a Klingon version of phaser conditioning, Mot’sur. Basically that mean dark and entrenched.”

"You'll be seeing a lot of that if the Breen come across the border. When I was with the Fifty-First during the Valoris crisis, we put in weeks on worlds where the sun was just another star." She stepped up alongside the Klingon. "Computer, Hark Industries P-01, belt holster." The belt manifested around her waist, and Eden drew the odd weapon. It was a pistol, with a full grip, in black alloy, three green lights along the body of it above the trigger. She held it in a two-handed grip, firing at two targets in succession and hitting both. "Sorry, Lieutenant. Can't resist a chance to shoot. Talk while we do?"

Kroz was quite impressed with the Commander’s aim, “By your lead.” He raised the Type II phaser to the ready, turned to face the unknown targets, side by side with the Commander.

"I've always been more comfortable with a rifle," Eden said as she picked off another target, her weapon releasing an odd whining report as discs of hot plasma launched from its barrel. "Have you ever faced Breen? I didn't see any mention of it in your Starfleet records, but the information we got from your House about your career before that was much more sparse."

Kroz was quiet for a moment, knowing the truth, but would rather not speak of it. He dropped two targets as they came toward them, then answered, “No. Only in simulations, in the last couple years. As for my time with the Empire, I flew the drop-ship into a combat against Breen forces, but upon the release of troops I flew out and back, waiting for my opportunity to support. Unfortunately, it was at the end of that operation and no call came for my assault ship to . . “ He let the words just end there. It was a humiliating feeling not being able to fly into battle. Yet, he knew that tactically things were handled correctly.

"That's one of the hardest things an officer can face, even without the consideration of the lost opportunity for glory," Eden said quietly, keeping her eyes downrange, waiting for her next target to appear. It did, and it took her two shots to bring it down. "Was it Kahless or Koloth who said, 'Our fallen allies may herald our coming to Sto'vo'kor, but we hear only our own dirges when they set on their way?'"

Kroz turned his head slightly, raising a curious eye toward the Commander, thinking She knows Klingon lore? Impressive. Two more targets flew up and he fired, shifting his weight at the hips and firing again. Relaxing a bit he responded, “You know your Klingon quite well. It was Kahless.“ He angled sharply to the left extending his right and firing the phaser once more, eliminating the target.

"There was a man on the Sovereign - Kator, son of Vak. He tended bar, and told stories to the young officers. He'd had to come off a long military career because of an injury to his leg that wouldn't heal properly. Even with that, though..." Eden sighed. "He made his way to Sto'vo'kor. When we faced Thot Thanget's flagship near the old Starbase 72, at the battle where Captain Surval was killed, a group of Breen boarded the ship. Kator gave his life protecting three of the cadets, including my boyfriend at the time and two of my best friends. I make a point of remembering his stories."

Kroz listened intently to the story chronicled as his eyes continued to search for targets. At her conclusion Kroz commented, “I have heard of Kator. His stories of valor travel across the stars like dust in a storm.” He turned to the Commander, “You were honored to know him.” It was more of a statement than a question. A slight smile came to the corner of his mouth as he turned back to the expected targets, “We should inscribe a song in his honor based on your personal narrative.”

"I can barely write poetry in French or Westfalden, much less Klingon," Eden said with a shake of her head. "I tell stories well, but verse evades me every time I attempt it. Maybe I could tell you some of the stories, and you could write the song?

The Klingon couldn’t help but chuckle deeply, “Hah hah ha!! I would not expect anything less. I will show you. We will draft a ‘Glorious’ epoch to his name, so that Kator may live on for centuries to come.”

"He'd like that," Eden said with a smile, taking down one more target as she spoke before holstering the powergun. "I need to get about my business, Lieutenant, but I'm glad we had the chance to meet. I look forward to working with you."

Kroz placed his phaser at his hip following the Commander’s lead. “I too am honored. I understand that it will not be long before our arrival.”

 

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