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LCDR Sean Merrick
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO/NAV, USS HOOD
FO/NAV, USS HOOD
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: There Will Be Blood==
===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
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Scene: Klingon Ship Yards, Jutoige System.
SD 2260.168
Klingon Commodore Kareth took a minute to appreciate the magnificent view
outside his shore office's window. He beheld the empire's newest B-10
Dreadnaught, the BLOOD OATH. Its gleaming greenish grey hull shown brilliantly
in the worklights of drydock and the sight swelled his heart with pride.
All around the B10 were signs of feverish activity. He watched flickering
welding arcs across the dorsal port nacelle: extra armor plating being applied.
Shuttles and cargo pods glided gracefully to and from loading bays. Warriors
and technicians could be seen moving across the airlock bridge.
He checked his chrono. The BLOOD OATH would be fully provisioned for her first
mission in less than forty hours.
Wholly satisfied with his view, Kareth didn't even bother to turn when his aide,
Captain Par'rick, entered the office.
"My lord," Par'rick began, "Word came just a few minutes ago. The High
Chancellor has given us the order to launch."
Kareth allowed the side of his mouth to creep upward. He griped at the hilt of
his d'k tahg in anticipation. "Are the Federation forces sending what we had
hoped for?"
"According to Intelligence, we can expect one of their newest battlecruisers to
be in the area sometime in the next few months."
Now Kareth was smiling. The promise of battle called out to his blood. "Do we
have the name of the ship yet?"
"Not as yet. We may not get the name until after the operation has begun."
Kareth was in too good a mood now, so he merely shrugged. "A minor ingredient.
The dish will hardly be lacking for it."
"As you say, my lord," Captain Par'rick hadn't seen his commander this abulient
since, well, since the NARANDA incident.
"What of the supply tugs," Koreth waved at the flotilla of box-like vessels
several bays down from the B10. "Will they be ready in time?"
Captain Par'rick wanted to laugh. "The new support commander is living up to his
reputation. I hear he actually skinned a dock loader this morning. The pelt is
still hanging in the muster deck.
Koreth snarled approvingly, "Then we will rely on the logistics train to leave
with us on schedule for a change." Turning now to his subordinate, Koreth
remarked, "New blood. New motivation."
"Indeed, my lord."
Koreth walked up to Par'rick and clasped his shoulder. "You see my old friend,
our humiliation at Nero's hand is serving a better purpose just as I said." He
let go and moved to his desk. On it lay a piece of his old warbird, the
Mar'i'kep, which he had lost to Nero. He fingered it affectionately. Through it
called the voices of a hundred warriors. In his mind, they shouted,
"Redemption!" After such a crushing defeat, only great deeds could win back the
honor they had lost. This mission would be the first step toward rebuilding that
honor.
"Let me know when the provisioning is completed and I'll make my inspection,"
Koreth said, snapping out of his reverie.
Par'rick took note of his dismissal, saluted with a sharp "Qapla' joHwI!" and
exited the Commodore's office. Koreth returned to his battle plans.
It would not be long before the Klingons Empire would be ready for its war of
conquest.
Ironically, that pa-TAK Nero had made it all possible. Power often made one
foolish. It had certainly made the mightiest of fools out of the Klingon High
Council. They had been the ones to blindly send the bulk of their fleet against
Nero. Instead of testing their enemy first for weaknesses, everyone from the
chancellor to the council to the fleet commodore had agreed to simply throw
everything they could at the brazen intruder.
That day they had learned the value of probing their enemy first. But the lesson
had cost the Klingon Empire far too much. For their ignominious failure, much of
the council had been swiftly put to death in an unrelenting string of Succession
Challenges that lasted two days. Klingon honor demanded no less to remedy their
shame. After all, a mighty Klingon armada had been defeated by just one single
ship. By a single *MINING* ship! BY A SINGLE KAH'LES DAMNED *ROMULAN* MINING
SHIP!!!
Thank Kah'less that the new Chancellor was an able warrior: bold but shrewd. At
his direction, Koreth would lure one of the Federation's best ships into battle
along the deep space frontier. It would serve as an effective test of both
sides' newest starship designs, tactics, and training.
Koreth almost envied his Federation prey. Their valiant deaths would be fit for
a Klingon. But he did not expect them to appreciate the glorious defeat he would
give them.
NRPG: A mission brief will be forthcoming in the next day or two. Basically, we
are being tasked to find out why some deep range colonies are silent. Time to
go forth and do great deeds!
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO/NAV, USS HOOD
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