[Crazy Horse] Coil of Darkness - SD 241511.16 - Plot Log| "" | CO, XO, CHelm | Cmdre Kanryth, Capt Agron, LtCmdr Rha-Yaleii

A Mission Post by Commander Zivit Agron & Captain Khiy Kanryth & Lieutenant Commander Jin Rha-Yaleii
Mission: Coil of Darkness
Location:
Timeline:

[Crazy Horse]

The Romulans were diving towards the outer atmosphere- thin cones of tawny fire laced across their beaks creating a sparkling trail of embers behind them.
"Weapons hot!"
Khiy coiled his fingers around the armrests. Below them the massive turquoise of the pacific oceans gave way to the emerald and dust stained landscape that from such a distance seemed more like something that might be strewn on a canvas then real. The flare of Sol sparkled against feathered etched hulls of the Romulan ships. What are they doing?! "Captain Agron perhaps we sho…" A sudden shower of emerald rained out of the Romulan ships. He felt his stomach instantly tightly into a rock.

"Hold fire." the Valzhan voiced, filling in the stunned silence that took over as the Romulans unleashed their own power. If there was anything at all to make things worse, it would be to turn their weapons on these ships. As if not enough to watch her hopes erupt into a rather spectacularly bright ball of flame; made all the more morbidly glorious by the gaseous atmosphere the quartet, now trio, of ships occupied.

"Attempt to hail Romulan vessels." Zivit commanded, the words full of careful composure. Realizing it may have been a touch of assumption on her behalf, emerald gaze was cast sidelong towards the Commodore beside her in silent quest of reaction.

While Crazy Horse bucked and snorted rather like her four-legged namesake and Jin struggled to keep them in weapons range of the winged shape on the viewscreen, she couldn't help but wonder the same thing as Ducky – were they daft? Not that the space elves couldn't be foolishly brave when they thought it was necessary, but these guys had to know firing on a Federation core world could get them sent to Ariennye express mail.

So, if they hadn't gone space happy, or were trying to start a war – and what a stupid way to do that, outnumbered as they were, and with their very own Praetor in the crossfire – there really weren't too many options … Efrosian curses are a bit more colorful and emphatic than 'oh crap'. But the sentiment is pretty much the same.

"Nothing."

Vexation creased across Khiy's forehead as he stared at the screen. Seconds seemed to extend into eternity as the hot green bolts of plasma lit up surface like molten rain. The once pristine blue of Lake Tahoe was being transmuted into s sulfurous mud as smoke billowed up in long dark streaks like great crags filling the sky below. "We can't wait." Khiy bit his lip, glanced at his XO, and then turned his attention back to the carnage on the view screen "tractor beam- maybe we can drag them out of orbit."

Half-turning, the Valzhan found the face she sought easily enough behind her, as had been expected. "Lieutenant Batul, prepare a reconnaissance and recovery team. If there is anyone or any...thing left, we need to find them immediately."

Receiving a quick nod in reply that was good as word, the first officer returned her attention to the Romulan vessels branded across the viewscreen. What in all of the living hells were they going to do with those? Even should they manage to be pulled back. Frowning deeply, she awaited what would unfold in the next handful of moments.

Jin had rather hoped for the Romulans to answer the hail, just so she could have offered them a friendly "Eneh hwau' kllhwnia na imirrhlhhse!" over the channel, but she would have settled for weapons control to give them the message more succinctly. A nice but firm tap on the shoulder, as it were.
Since neither seemed a viable option at the moment, and fighter pilots are, as a rule, prone to get twitchy with weapons fire in the vicinity, the little Efrosian pondered the situation for a few seconds and then decided she had more than demonstrated polite restraint.

Had the pointy eared Commodore paid attention to the small head crowned with a mop of snowy hair, he'd have seen it tilt to the side in that "baby hawk just saw something interesting" way he knew to herald … annoying things.
With a sudden howl of her engines, Crazy Horse leapt forward. Inertia dampeners caught on to the rude little maneuver after a good 0.2 seconds, but somewhere behind Jin a soft thud announced that someone had landed on what qualified as their hind end for their species.

To any Romulan on the nearest warbird it might have looked as if the Horse meant to live up to the crazy part of its name by barreling right for a blood-green beak – and then the silver dish dipped playfully, not quite venturing into the line of fire but close enough to make its shields flare briefly … and for some inexplicable reason a feedback loop caused the forward disruptors to cough and splutter before blowing out a few rather important circuits.
Not so inexplicable, really, when you figured that firing weapons while this close to a planetary atmosphere could cause some nasty energy buildups crackling just over the thermosphere. Which the insolent little lloann'na ship had just fed the mighty warbird with a rather large spoon. Almost as if someone had known exactly when that green energy beam was running hot enough to cause not only said feedback loop, but some highly innovative references to the Federation pilot's ancestry.

"Whoops." With an expression of innocent glee, Jin sent the Horse into a barrel roll, speeding away from what by now were probably rather cranky Romulans. As if she didn't have one of her own right behind her.

Satisfaction was felt- but rarely shown. Khiy gave the exuberant Effrosian a simple nod of approval while his eyes studied the Romulan ships on the viewscreen. Certainly t'Rehu wouldn't have ordered such a haggard and half assed attempt? He shook his head. "Inform them to leave orbit immediately or we will have them towed back to Romulan space." He sighed and looked at Zivit "will be in my ready room Captain. Contact me when the survey teams report back."

"Yessir." Valzhan replied, rising from her seat. A short gesture sent Batul towards the lift, the Captain's feet quickly taking her on the same path. While there was little hope to find anything left...but she would rather sift through pieces of debris than dare trust herself to try to speak with those who had ruined the opportunity for answers. As if this whole thing did not already reek of something incredibly rotten...

=/\=

Commodore Khiy Kanryth
Commanding Officer
USS Crazy Horse

Captain Zivit Agron
Executive Officer
USS Crazy Horse

LtCmdr Jin Rha-Yaleii
Chief Helm Officer
USS Crazy Horse

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[Crazy Horse] Coil of Darkness - SD 241511.10 - Romulan Empire Log | "Dimness" | Arrenhe t`Ahaefvthe, Lwanissa Tyrax

A Mission Post by Lieutenant Commander Jin Rha-Yaleii & Captain Khiy Kanryth
Mission: Coil of Darkness
Location: IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech
Timeline: current

[IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech]

Shiarrael was always one for fanciful notions…but this? Imin glared at the woman in front of him. This Betazoid witch the soon-to-be Galae'EnRiov wanted to subject the Praetor to- the idea was asinine. He had protested but as always when it came to his opinions the EnRiov was content to brush them off as hyperbole. We'll see, if this sorceress turns our Praetor's mind into a primordial goop. he thought wryly.
"We are here." Raha announced while looking questioningly at the gloom faced Imin "Doctor, you seem a bit pale. Perhaps you are a bit ill?" She licked her lips and jerked her thumb at the Rei'Krannsu guarding the doorway "we need some privacy. EnRiov's orders."
"We do not work for the EnRiov."
"Then you can tell that to her- and fly home after she throws your ass out of an airlock. If you insist I will oblige…" She pressed her commbadge "Raha to t'Rehu the…"
"-enough. We'll give you ten minutes. If anything happens to the Praetor…"
"Yes, yes, you will have my head. So be it." She nodded at Imin and the Betazoid leading them into the dim room.

Lwanissa couldn't help it. Sad and terrible and upsetting as the whole affair was, she hadn't had an adventure like this since Wrigley's Pleasure Planet. Unless you counted the Berq wedding. Speaking of weddings, the fidgeting doctor had some rather interesting vibes. Perhaps … ah, little 'Kara would probably just give her another Look. Pity.

She strode after pretty Raha with the even more interesting vibes, offering magnanimous waves to the few crewmembers they encountered. All of whom looked askance at the Betazoid in her flowing, peach-colored dress escorted by the ship's doctor and security officer. Ah, more of the adorable darkly dressed people. Which made Raha's announcement a bit superfluous, though it was a nice gesture. And of course being this close, the poor Praetor's migraine was now a near tangible thing, inserting itself into the stream of white noise like a serrated blade. Though 'white' noise was putting a polite name to the energetic, volatile, abundantly colorful vibes that still crashed against Lwanissa's senses from every direction. Such a lively people. Lwanissa would have found it charming in the extreme, if the poor dears weren't so unsettled by a perfectly friendly empath.

Airlock? Something tugged at the Betazoid lady's memory, some fanciful tale of a temperamental Romulan Captain and something involving airlocks and underwear … but then the two men in black moved aside after transmitting the by now familiar silent 'argh', looking almost as sheepish as their colleagues who had gotten themselves stuck with a Betazoid, and the doors slid open.
"Well dears, since something already has happened to your sweet Praetor, the threat seems a bit excessive. But we take your meaning." Dismissing the Rei'Krannsu with an amicable wave of her fan, Lwanissa floated across the threshold with the utter certainty of the well-bred that they are at home anywhere they decide to be; and be it a dimly lit, well appointed room on board a Romulan flagship.

The sensation of grogginess and a massive headache intensified, and Lwanissa's innate aversion to such suffering led her towards the shadowy figure huddled beneath a window.
"Lwanissa Tyrax, Daughter of the Twelfth House." If pretty Raha was surprised how soft and low the exuberant Betazoid's voice could sound when she decided so, Lwanissa didn't notice. "I am terribly sorry about the impromptu visit."
Yes, definitely something … oh, my.

Arrenhe slowly rose from her drug induced stupor and placed her emerald gaze squarely on the Betazoid's light framed silhouette at the doorway. "The light…" She winced and turned away until the door closed behind the trio. Turning back, she frowned "why are you here? You are…" The words dried in her throat as she recoiled suddenly and pressed fingers into her temples "ooh…this…"
Imin rushed to her "the drugs are wearing; we will need to…"
His hand was suddenly pulled into the air by Raha's grip. The erie'Riov shook her head at the doctor "the EnRiov has spoken Imin. No more drugs."
The Praetor suddenly calmed and looked at Lwanissa "did T'Leia send you?"

"No, but I sincerely hope old Sobersides asked for your leave to park himself in your head before doing so, else he'll wish he'd never have had a Katra to misplace when she finds out." Shaking her head, the Betazoid gently nudged the fussy doctor out of the way; and it was oh so difficult to stop her lips from twitching when the sensation of a Vulcan transmitting the equivalent of 'argh' brushed across her mind.
This was bad. The gorgeous Praetor didn't seem to know what was happening, but the brief emergence of an all too familiar vibe had been enough. That low, fiercely contained hum of a powerful mind pulled into a tight coil, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible and succeeding about as well as a sehlat in a china shop. Not good.
And the drugs probably hadn't helped either, though Lwanissa was far from an expert on vivacious Romulans and their little quirks.

"Your EnRiov is quite right, doctor," the tall Betazoid lady addressed Imin over her shoulder, "your drugs won't work anyways. The lovely lady Praetor seems to be having an allergic reaction to a Vulcan – not that I can blame her, the darlings can have that effect even without trying."
Lwanissa sighed. This was going to be … political. Meaning, about as much fun as falling into a mud pit with a disgruntled fogcat.

"Miss Praetor… what's your name anyways? I can't for the life of me pronounce the Aha part, at least not without hurting myself. You may call me Lwanissa, or Nissa if you like. Anyways, do you remember touching old Sa'vak before he died? Perhaps a strange sensation, like … oh, I don't know, being run over by a sehlat?" not that she had any idea what it was like, nor the slightest inclination to find out. But one thing about having pointy ears in the family was you picked up a thing or two over the years, and so Lwanissa could venture a fair guess.

"Touch…" Arrenhe groaned and massaged her temples again "there was a brief moment…" Her eyes widened as realization manifested and was absorbed into the logic that now hovered in her mind like some thick unending fog "I have been violat…" her voice trailed off into strange utterances. Finally she stopped and stared at the Betazoid "you must…get it out of me…"

Oh boy.
"That's easier said than done I fear, Miss Praetor." Lwanissa racked her brain for what sweet T'Sora and little 'Kara might have mentioned about Katras and the transfer of such (fall-tour something?), all the while gently fussing over the beautiful lady, with the kind but decisive air of a great-auntie whose little darling has fallen out of a tree. Again. She managed to steer the lovely thing to a comfy looking chair and waved her fan at the fidgety male "Doctor Imin dear, would you see about some tea for the lady? And perhaps some sweets, somewhat to munch on, she looks awfully pale." When in doubt, do normal things. As a survivor of the Dominion occupation of Betazed, Lwanissa knew well the bracing effect of simple, familiar rituals when your world came crashing down around you.

"Now," smoothing down her silken dress, the Betazoid lady pulled over what looked like a small footstool and sat down in a billow of skirts "I don't think he meant to cause you all that trouble, Miss Praetor. You might have had a misunderstanding, which happens quite a bit with stubborn, not quite so logical as they pretend beings, but the old boy must have sensed something about you that made him trust you. Trust you with nothing less than his whole, annoying self."
In fairness, Lwanissa was curious. For a species who couldn't imagine what it was like not to feel other people with your innermost self – and didn't want to, either – such closeness with a usually so reserved race was … rare. Interesting. Tempting. Too bad she didn't think it was as easy as simply telling old Sa'vak to jump ship and use a willing Betazoid as lifeboat.

"Don't you worry though, Miss. I may not know a great deal, but I do know this is not meant to be a permanent solution. You're … a Keeper. It's a grave and honorable trust for a Vulcan, and a Deities-cursed nuisance for most other people I'm sure, but once we have you on their dustball of a planet they'll get him off your back – or head, as it were – in no time."
Lwanissa gave the gorgeous lady's sleeve a reassuring pat "But until then I do suggest you go easy on the sedatives and just swat the Vulcan across the nose if he gets too lively in there. A firm 'Kroykah' does wonders, too. Unless you feel like talking to him and giving him a piece of your mind, which I'd certainly understand, but in your condition right now that might just make the migraine worse."

"Heh." The Praetor whispered a slight chuckle of wry amusement as she settled her head against the pillow. Her mind swam with thoughts that were not her own- an foreign invasion. It was like being a minnow in a school of fish. Endlessly overtaken and lost. "This invader..." She laughed against "my reactions are not logical...my emotions...they hinder my ability to rationalize this situation..."

"They do have a way of doing that, don't they?" Lwanissa said mildly.
Not good. Not good at all.
"Raha dear, how fast do you think your little ship can make it to Vulcan? I'd be able to call in some favors I'm sure, but I'd rather not have the sweet lady moved about when there's no pressing need. And your pretty commander seemed a bit put out by the idea of this being gossiped about."

Lwanissa absentmindedly patted the Praetor's sleeve again, wondering if she should … no, for all she knew giving the old boy a telepathic swat might only make the poor woman's headache worse. But … "Oh, and if you'd like I can make a few discreet calls once we're in comm range – a Romulan ship parking itself over Mount Seleya might not go over so well with the V'Ket these days, bless their hearts. Fortunately for you I happen to know one or two who can help with that." Offering her most reassuring smile, Lwanissa quickly banished the thought of Vulcans getting jumpy over a big warbird barreling hell for leather towards their home. "On that note, how's that tea coming?"

"Vulcan?" Raha looked at Imin who turned away from her- his way of voicing his displeasure at her. The ships security officer frowned "it would be quite the detour...very noticed. Not something Riov Yhisu would prefer i'd imagine..."
"Is it the only way?" Imin finally spoke.

"Well, unless you're hiding a Seleya-trained adept somewhere under your uniform – which they'd hardly stand for I imagine, but then you never know with … hush, Sa'vak. I'm trying to … oh? Yes, well, now kindly go back to making yourself small, the pretty lady has had quite enough of … there's a good Vulcan. What was I saying?" feeling the beginnings of a migraine herself, Lwanissa absentmindedly rubbed her temples in an almost comical mirror image of the Praetor's exasperated gesture. Nothing worse than a pointy ear eager to be helpful after making a mess of things.
"Ah. Right. Yes, I'm afraid so, dear." Prickly as he was, the handsome doctor looked honestly concerned. Alas, there was nothing for it. "Unless you want to broadcast this little mishap to the entire quadrant by asking around for … whatever the Vulcan word for Katra-specialists is, and good luck finding one this far out, their big ball of sand is your best – I said hush, Sa'vak! By the Great Fire, I know there's trees and such … T'Shen? Oh well, it could be worse I guess. Yes, I'll tell them. Now shoo."

For a mercy, Lwanissa sensed the old boy pulling back, properly chastised for the moment. And about time it was, too, with the lovely lady taking on a slightly olive-ish hue around her aristocratic nose. "There now, Miss Praetor. Think Romulan thoughts. That's the ticket. Anyways, if Miss Yeezoo doesn't like the idea of big fanfare at Seleya – which I can certainly understand, splendid as the place is, it's a veritable oven – old Sobersides seems to think the darlings at T'Shen can help. And I can personally vouch for them being discreet. You might even make an outing of it, they have this lovely little lake there … ah, I guess not." The stunning girl Raha's emotional aura flickered briefly, sending some "why me?" along with the Romulan equivalent of "yegawds" through the clamor surrounding the Betazoid, before the kaleidoscope of noise closed in again.
Lwanissa could certainly relate to the sentiment.
"Look on the bright side, Miss Raha. Detours are what make life interesting. And just imagine the faces of those Vulcans when they realize who is bringing the old boy's Katra home."

"I don't pretend to understand this Vulcan…magic." Raha said "but if will exasperate our annoying cousins I will not mind such an occurrence." She smirked. "Though, the good EnRiov will have to settle affairs on Earth before we can leave and I'm certain things will soon become quite complicated. Even if they don't shit on your floor people still do not appreciate it when you sneak a flock of hlai through their house."
"I would imagine not." Imin tersely answered "and what a crude expression."

"No magic, dear." Lwanissa said good-naturedly, and since the handsome young doctor looked about as lost as a theocondt on a roof, decided to take matters and command of the situation into her own capable hands. Which meant at the moment, locating a washbasin and a towel, and … ah, there. "Though I suppose one could make the case that they are by nature magical creatures. Well, in the cryptic sense at least. And some precious few in the enchanting one. Here we are, Miss Praetor." She gently draped the dampened towel over the lovely creature's forehead and returned her night-black gaze to Raha "And I won't pretend to understand what hlai are, or why you would sneak the poor things through a house. But do kindly tell your darling EnRiov to not shop around for souvenirs – your Praetor is in a very real sense stuck in a small room with an overbearing Vulcan and she's not liking it any better than you would I daresay."

A pity the good lady didn't seem inclined to have some fun with the situation, and if it was only to take the opportunity to swat a Vulcan across the nose. Repeatedly. Mayhap she simply didn't know how? Mind-blind races could be … confusing. Hard to imagine these pretty, lively creatures were actually related to those walking warp-cores with pointy ears.

"We will leave you to your business." Raha grabbed Imin by the arm and with a certain lack of grace dragged the good doctor out.

"Well, Miss Praetor. Looks like it's just you and me, then." Trying her very best not to chuckle at handsome Imin's scandalized expression at being practically jostled out of the room, Lwanissa stuck her head out of the door to wave at the darlings in black hovering nearby. Since she seemed stuck with the duty of looking after a head of state with a Vulcan allergy, she might as well see that the lady got some tea.


[to be continued…]

Arrenhe t`Ahaefvthe
Chief Praetor
RSE
&
Sa'vak's Katra

Lady Lwanissa Tyrax, Daughter of the Twelfth House
Senior Diplomatic Aide to Ambassador Extraordinaire Yulana Enaren, Daughter of the Fourth House
(additional titles omitted for the sake of not writing a minor novella. Kindly direct complaints to the Gorn embassy on Efros Delta).

Also starring:

Raha - CSEC
Imin – CMO
& some vexed Rei`Krannsu

IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech

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[Crazy Horse] Coil of Darkness - SD 241511.03 - Plot Log| "Unanswered Questions Pt.1" | CO, XO, Sec | Cmdre Kanryth, Capt Agron, Lt Batul

A Mission Post by Commander Zivit Agron & Captain Khiy Kanryth & Lieutenant Commander Jin Rha-Yaleii
Mission: Coil of Darkness
Location: Lake Tahoe, Earth
Timeline:

Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, or the ridiculous amount of coincidence; but Captain Agron almost found the situation they were in laughable, had it not also come accompanied by a vast amount of tragedy and uneasy suspicion. Batul's hypothesis had proven correct, and there had been two separate explosions. The first had been caused by the stolen trilitium, also as anticipated. The seconds, however, had been an equally destructive resin known to be used by the Obsidian Order. While no answer had exactly been found to how or why that particular element was involved, it had stirred up some untoward connections in the form of Starfleet involvement. A Commander Bargash, still active, and a former Captain by the name of Sergei Andropov.

The names were not familiar to the Valzhan, though the activities, connections smacked of something more recognizable. With no direct ties, however, the blame had been able to be narrowed down to a particular organization. One she could not bring herself to believe was working alone, despite what shreds of evidence to the contrary. Fed First. How terribly biased of a name could they have come up with? Disgust twisted her lips into a frown, one slender hand moving to hover over the phaser that rested against one hip. Never before had she truly had any inkling of desire to use a weapon of any kind. The small hunger for vengeance of some kind crashing against everything she had fought for her entire life, stomach cramping in nauseous protest.

In early morning sunlight, Lake Tahoe sparkled brilliant sapphire. Its beaches suspiciously empty save for the small group that now moved carefully through the brush at their edges. That it was here, of all places, their quarry had been traced to made Zivit all the more ill. Had they been sitting a few hundred yards away that whole time? Memory of the strange handful that had passed through their camp stirred, bringing with it unwarranted guilt. What could they have done? Interrogated passerby just for looking mildly out of place? Perhaps they should have...

At the head of the pack, Batul forged the path. Green-skinned Security officer moving as if she was intimately acquainted with the terrain, for all that she had likely never been there. Careful, almost strangely agile movements that reminded of a hunting feline, stalking its prey. There were no words exchanged this close only gestures. When the Orion drew up, all movement stopped behind her. Roseate gaze swept over a thin strip of shoreline, glinting almost animalistic as the sunlight caught them. This was the closest they would be getting, for the moment.

On the other edge of the shoreline Khiy moved with his own small entourage and a group of Marines. There was something personal about having one of his favored retreats violated. His eyes focused on the glistening water while his mind covered every possibility it could imagine.

On the other edge of the shoreline Khiy moved with his own small entourage and a group of Marines. There was something personal about having one of his favored retreats violated. His eyes focused on the glistening water while his mind covered every possibility it could imagine. A glance at his chrono told him that they were near the operational start time. "Colonel keep forwar-" He stopped suddenly and looked towards the lake. Beneath his feet the Earth began to slowly vibrate sending pebbles cascading down the shoreline and into the crystalline lake. From all directions birds suddenly left their perches in the trees and flew skyward nearly blanketing the sky.

The lake- once pristine was now becoming clouded in grey sediment as the calmly ebbing water gave way to large ripples which slapped hard against the shoreline. Looking across the lake Khiy pressed his commbadge "Captain- it seems they are going to try to make a break for it." His eye's narrowing knowingly as steam started to bubble out from the lake.

Uttering a phrase that had no translation, Zivit pushed past the crouched Orion officer and the remaining underbrush. Glaring at the roiling surface of the water, Valzhan diverted her attention towards the opposite shore; as if there would be a visual answer just waiting there. Of course, it was a foolish hope. A small handful of phasers was not going to make a lick of difference. Tapping her combadge, she hoped that her presumption would be the correct one. "Agron to the Crazy Horse. Reclaim all parties immediately."

[USS Crazy Horse]

The beautiful yet turbulent scenery evaporated and was replaced by the bright blue lights of the Crazy Horse's transporter room. Khiy immediately filed off the pad followed by his contingent and rushed out of the room. This scenario had been anticipated and they were ready but it still made him uneasy. There were too many variables and getting into a firefight in Earth orbit was not ideal. He looked behind him to see Zivit charge out of the transporter room. He stepped into the turbolift and pressed the button holding it for her as she headed towards him.

Normally serene mask worn by the Valzhan was gone, replaced by a much more honest stormy expression. As soon as her foot cleared the door, she gave a short nod to the Commodore, lips pressed into a thin, firm line. It would have been so much easier if they could have managed to keep this on the planet. Now...she felt all her hopes of obtaining answers slipping away like sand through her fingertips. Desperate people fought the hardest. And Often to the death.

"Bridge."

The lift moved but at a pace that seemed all too slow. He waited silently as the lights fluttered through the transparent panels. The tension slowly started to coil around his heart as time seemed to ebb towards eternity. When the door finally parted he could barely breathe as he stepped onto the bridge. Everyone seemed frantic. Khiy calmly walked around the tactical console until he found his seat. The view screen image was focused on Earth but the Crazy Horse was out of position- below them Europe twisted around towards nightfall "we need to get in better position. Inform spacedock to release moorings."

"Roger that" an unwontedly cheerful voice piped up from the helmsman's seat and in short order a tiny creature with a mop of white hair informed spacedock as requested. Which in this case meant engines humming to life with the sound of a huge tiger yawning, while a diminutive Efrosian's fingers tenderly slid across the helm console. Judging from some excitedly blinking lights and the plaintive honking of diverse small alerts, they got the message.
Being a friendly person, Jin quickly transmitted a confirmation that the Crazy Horse intended to depart – not that it wasn't obvious, but it never hurt to be polite – and the moorings retracted with alacrity.

"Spacedock, I still have an umbilical on my nose. You might want to … no, slowing down is not an option at the moment. I know that look on Ducky's face. What? No, we're authorized alright. There we go. Merci."
In what might well be the second fastest spacedock departure in Starfleet history, Crazy Horse shot from its cradle like a racing equine from the gate, her nose dipping towards port and glowing nacelles swung about by sheer momentum, leaving a mightily disturbed anthill in her wake.
Somewhere the words 'not again' were muttered into empty air.

Fighter pilots aren't wont to ask silly questions when the hunt is on, and Jin had gathered enough from the hectic conversations on the bridge to know they were headed towards the Northern American continent. She also figured, quite reasonably, that they were in a bit of a hurry, and a shortcut might not go amiss.
Shuttles scattering before her bow, Crazy Horse dipped into a lower orbit, her hull skimming Earth's atmosphere like a playful surfer while underneath the pretty blue marble rolled and on the viewscreen the American shoreline took shape.


"Commodore. Two of the Romulan ships have pulled into lower orbit. Weapons hot!"

Khiy's eyes left the view screen and focused on the young Ensign at the tactical station "what?" He didn't doubt that they had been monitoring communications but all the precautions had been taken to encrypt communication…unless… Khiy frowned "open a channel to the Romulan ships."

"Channel open sir."

Standing up Khiy walked towards the view screen until he stood between the helm and operations stations and stopped "Romulan vessels this is Commodore Khiy Kanryth. You are not authorized to use weapon within Federation space. I repeat you are not authorized to use weapons here. Withdrawal immediately before an incident occ-" A bright emerald flash temporarily illuminated the bridge as a line of bright green disruptor bolts swarmed towards the Earth bathing the clouds below in a translucent emerald as they pass through them.

"They've opened fire!"

"Damnit. I've had enough." Khiy retreated to his chair "red alert. Target the Romulan ships. Inform them that if they do not stand down they will be destroyed."

Khiy had barely finished speaking when his ship did a turn over her starboard nacelle that might have looked playful if it hadn't been a large Insignia-class doing it. For about half a second the inertia dampeners strained, spat out shipwide alerts, and then thought better of it. Their reward was another second and a bit of queasy vertigo when Crazy Horse plunged downwards like a ballerina who has severely overextended herself and surely must crumble to the ground – only the silver shape didn't. Instead, it bounced off Earth's atmosphere, and even as the ship groaned and the dampeners would have cursed the mad pilot had they been programmed to do so, the Horse's nose was suddenly pointed right at the nearest warbird.

Jin eyed the pretty blood-green shape with the unnatural calm of a pilot on the scent, almost absentmindedly nudging the ship closer, finding the perfect angle … Insignia-class meant that to get the ideal shot she had to … gotcha. For a moment her fingers looked for a targeting system that wasn't there, but at least the very satisfying beep of a weapons lock reached her sensitive ears.
Somewhere behind her, she could feel Ducky's beautiful black eyes shooting daggers at the viewscreen.
Talk about an interesting first day at the new job.

Sinking into the seat just to the right of the Captain's, Agron stared in mild disbelief at the viewscreen before her. "What...what are they doing here?" was demanded into the air, though she did not exactly expect a response. Really, one was not needed. They were destroying any chance of answers that would have still thinly remained.

=/\=

Commodore Khiy Kanryth
Commanding Officer
USS Crazy Horse

Captain Zivit Agron
Executive Officer
USS Crazy Horse

Lieutenant Commander Jin Rha-Yaleii
Chief Helm Officer
USS Crazy Horse

Lieutenant Kishar Batul
Security Officer
USS Crazy Horse
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