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Saber-Rattling ...... a new roleplay thread for KCW
« on: October 21, 2004, 03:45:57 pm »
The universe had been quite for sometime now and Chuut-Ritt was starting to get bored at the Star?s End bar, which he made his home and headquarters, as opposed to his official residence and office on M?raa which saw little use.  The station was of course flourishing with a great influx of tourist after the conclusion of the last border conflicts. 

Though these conflicts along the Federation, Klingon, and Kzinti borders had caused a lot of stir elsewhere, the Star?s End had never been in any jeopardy.  A few Klingon captains had made wild boasts about plans to sack the complex, but the threat had never materialized into reality as the Klingon ship losses forced all their assets to be deployed in the major war areas.  The Federation and Kzinti had lost ships as well, although not at quite the same rate.  Klingons used ships like Kzin used missiles, as expendables, but they had enough to be able to do so, and managed to achieve a small tactical victory despite their losses.  Now that the conflicts were over, the tourist were back.

Yet despite the last 2 quarters bringing in record profits, Chuut-Ritt was concerned.  While tourism was responsible for much of the profit, the lion?s share was still from his acquisition of several missile production facilities damaged during the conflicts and bought at rock bottom prices as the factory owners feared a Klingon overrun.  Two of the plants were indeed overrun, but the Klingons were pushed back from 1 and one was recovered in negoations after the peace settlement. 

One good thing about the Klingons, thought Chuut to himself, their negotiators would often give up more than their military had gained.  Great warriors, Good generals, Idiot diplomats,  that summed up the Klingon Empire.  Push the right buttons and you could get what you wanted from them, just don?t push to hard or you might get more than you bargained for and a few smoldering colony planets.

Now that the factories were in full swing production, Chuut was making a lot of money from restocking the missile stockpiles of the three races.  He really didn?t make so much from the Kzin as there was a lot of competition there, he made a bit more from the Federation, but their tariffs and paperwork eroded some of the potential profits, from the Klingon empire he made a killing.  The Star?s End made a great point for smuggling in missile to the Klingons, and a few bribes were all that was necessary to get a shipment through.  Competition among the Klingon Houses kept the price nicely high as well.  It was a great moneymaker, except??

The last conflicts had revealed a few facts to the Klingon Empire.  The huge number of drone cruiser losses had the high command considering limiting the production of these ships.  Even the famous Captain WarSears had several of these crippled and out of commission for extended periods, and other captains fared even worse than he.  The new fast cruiser designs had proven more durable and the admiralty was leaning towards a new emphasis on the design, placing more of these and more line typeships in the production lines.  This would really kill the profits of Chuut-Ritt?s smuggling operations, something must be done.
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« Reply #1 on: October 21, 2004, 04:47:35 pm »
A few days later

Cute Secretary:  The minister is quite busy now, would you care to make an appointment.

Chuut-Ritt:  Sure, I got a few hours to kill after I see Minister J?inn, I?ll order lunch from room service in my hotel and we can amuse ourselves.

Cute Secretary:  That isn?t the kind of appointment I was referring to.

Chuut-Ritt:  I know that, but it would be more fun than sitting here trying to do the Minister?s job for him, worrying about him screwing thing up by actually doing some real work.

Cute Secretary:  That would indeed be very unfortunate.  We are concerned enough as it is.

Chuut-Ritt:  Concerned?

Cute Secretary:  It?s the minister, he?s been a bit out of sorts lately, it?s the economy?..

Chuut-Ritt:  The Hegemony?s economy is doing fine

Cute Secretary:  No, I mean his personal investments??the market??seems some of his investments are bordering on financial loss.

Chuut-Ritt:  Oh that?s more serious, have you taken measures

Cute Secretary:  Yes we have removed all sharp objects from his office, and furnished shop Rex with a new batch of coupons to keep him busy so he wont start interfering with state affairs, he is hiding in his office now after a busy week at M?raa?s largest mall.  There is a ?Midnight Madness? sale tonight at KAT-Mart so he plan?s on ?working late? tonight in conference with S?Cipio, Hondo, and Sockfoot.

Chuut-Ritt:  Ahhh a poker game! 

Cute Secretary:  <nods>

Chuut-Ritt:  Well I need to see him now, trust me??

Cute Secretary:  You and J?inn together?..I?d sooner trust my virginity to a  drunk sailor

Chuut-Ritt:  <winks at secretary>  Remind this old sailor me to order champagne with our lunch.

Cute Secretary:  <sighs once then giggles and begins to brush her hair>

<Chuut walks into J?inn?s office to see J?inn sleeping at his desk>

Chuut-Ritt:  <in mock announcement voice>  Attention KAT-Mart shoppers

<J?inn  awakens violently spins around in chair and hit the wall as he tries to get out of chair and run at same moment, once again slumping into his chair>

Chuut-Ritt:  <snickering>  Don?t worry J?inn old pal it isn?t the Shop Rex, its just good old Chuut.

J?inn: <refocusing eyes>  Bastard!

Chuut-Ritt:  pot calling the kettle black eh?  I remember last month dealing with those civil servants from the accounting office whom someone referred to the Star?s End in search for missing military hardware.  Took me 4 days to throw those little over achievers off the scent.

J?inn:  Hey, wasn?t me!

Chuut-Ritt:  Funny it coincided with a redirection of Intelligence funding to certain new ?top secret? projects which even my agents haven?t been able to track.  And a certain Minister driving around in a new sporty and expensive personal transport.

J?inn:  <shrugs shoulders>  Coincidences are funny. Ain?t they??.<Snicker>

Chuut-Ritt:  Well I need you to help me achieve another coincidence.  We need a war and soon or business will go down the drain.

J?inn:  Tell me about it!  I put all my reserves into some Klingon contracts on good intel that they were getting antsy.  And now the bastich ridgeheads have gone and started making more peaceful overtures to all their neighbors.  I tell you they are doing it just to spite me.

Chuut-Ritt:  What kinda intell are you talking about.

J?inn:  Well several of my sources pointed at Klingon mobilization for an attack on the Feds, with Romulan support.  You know the big kind involving fleets and millions of credits worth of supply contracts and bribes for intelligence.  This time we will be able to keep the Hegemony out of it thus securing full production and supplying all sides both during the war and in the ensuing period when their industries are depleted.  You know the kind of deals we get from the losing side as they have to pay through the teeth or face being truly overrun.  Well it seems that the Feds have decided to call in Section 31 first and try to get the Klingons to waste their forces on each other in a Civil War before they turn on the Feds.

Chuut-Ritt:  Interesting plan, you sure section 31 came up with this?  Sounds too clever for them?

J?inn:  Actually, I?m positive they didn?t ?..<Snicker>

Chuut-Ritt:  Hmmm I see??.

J?inn: Well before the big one we really do need to get the Klingons off the colony we lost from the last skirmish, that is the center of the pirate carte??.errr??.the shipping company that I usually use for such purposes, a civil war would allow it to be recovered. 
 
Chuut-Ritt:  Sounds like a good plan, what?s holding it up?

J?inn:  Did I mention Section 31 was in charge?

Chuut-Ritt:  Oh.

J?inn:  Its worse you know?..

Chuut-Ritt:  ?

J?inn:  Hooch has taken person responsibility for this project.

Chuut-Ritt:  We are soooooo screwed. 

J?inn:  Yup.

Chuut-Ritt:  Too bad Hondo ain't with them anymore, we could always depend on him to start an incident, not necessarily the one we planned, but he?d start something for sure??..wait, you got a poker game tonight don?t you?  S?Cippy Socky and Hondo.

J?inn:  It?s a political conference, an official state affair?.

Chuut-Ritt:  Yeah right!

J?inn:  I?ll see what I can do.

Chuut-Ritt:  Think I?ll pay Section 31 a visit, might be someone there I should see?..

J?inn:  Good idea, lets coordinate on this one, with Section 31 helping us, we might need to put in a lot more work than usual.

Chuut-Ritt:  Grrrrrr?..can we just let the Klingons know where Section 31 is, have them blow it up and then run the show alone?

J?inn:  The Klingons have known where Section 31 is for years, they have strict orders from their Intelligence service never to interfere with it, that?s how their intell guys make even more personal wealth from graft than we could ever dream of, and they don?t even have to lift a finger, the Bastard Klinks!

Chuut-Ritt:  Bastards!
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« Reply #2 on: October 21, 2004, 06:59:21 pm »
Jeeze, if you're gonna spam the forum with anti-klingon propoganda, you could at least have the decency to cut it down to 50 words or less.

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« Reply #3 on: October 21, 2004, 09:04:08 pm »
Jeeze, if you're gonna spam the forum with anti-klingon propoganda, you could at least have the decency to cut it down to 50 words or less.

Only Klingon Diplomats were insulted.   No true Klingons were injured in the writing of this article....... ;D

Now a few might have been injured during reading, I know how difficult that is for them...... ;)

Post Edited after clarification.

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« Reply #4 on: October 21, 2004, 09:18:34 pm »
I think many of us are going through campaign withdrawl.   ;)
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« Reply #5 on: October 22, 2004, 12:42:37 am »
I, for one, miss the RP threads.  Keep it up, Chuut!!!
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« Reply #6 on: October 22, 2004, 01:39:47 am »
Bah, I shoulda used a smiley in my post so you'd have known I was just chiding you.  You're a great forum RP writer, how could asking you to keep it under 50 words have been taking seriously?

Besides, all posts writen by alliance pilots where the word klingon is ever used immediatley goes under the category of propoganda to me.  Didn't mean to upset you.  Please check your PMs as well, k?

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« Reply #7 on: October 22, 2004, 06:22:07 am »
Admiral Hooch sat in his office.  It had been a regular routine day and that gave him a sense of deep satisfaction.  No major breakthroughs had been made but a slow steady progress, the kind of situation he usually preferred during peacetime.  There was plenty of opportunity to weigh in the facts of each intelligence report Section 31 received, correction he thought, HIS Section 31 now that he had assumed command of it, and just as importantly, the opportunity to plan the proper response based on those reports. 

It finally seemed as if his staff had come together and were working as a well oiled machine, each part in its place performing its specified function.  It had taken him months of work and sorting out the petty territorial squabbles, having personnel resigned to the stations that suited their particular talents, and getting rid of the troublemakers, replacing them with competent staff, or at least a few top Starfleet Academy grads who could be trained in the proper manner. 

Yes life was starting to get good, and his latest project of preventing a Klingon attack on the United Federation of Planets by encouraging rivalry and mistrust among the great Klingon Houses was paying off it seemed.  If they wanna fight, let them, just fight each other and do us all a favor thought the Admiral, as he casually looked over the latest report of Federation arms shipments to House Kinshaya.  Some phaser rifles and power packs, a few transporter components, a couples cases of  refined katnip, some photon torpedo casings for their K?Tingas, several dozen??.??........   Hooch sat up from his slouched position to look more closely, a couple of cases of Krazy KAT katnip??  What the hell was that for?

Hooch reached over and pressed his communications device.  ?Lt. Terlow please have Captain LeRoy hailed on a secure channel and patch him through to me ASAP.? 

?Yes Sir!? came the Rigellian?s quick and prompt reply, short, attentive and respectful just the way Hooch liked it.

Hooch allowed himself a brief satisfied smile, Terlow had been one of his handpicked Starfleet graduates assigned directly to Section 31, he would make a fine officer.  Still he felt a bit uneasy, as he always did when katnip was mentioned, because wherever catnip was involved so were?..

?Patching through Capt. LeRoy now Sir.?, interrupted Terlow?s rumbling bass voice, as Leroy?s image came through on the screen.

?Captain Leroy, good to see you.?  Greeted the admiral.

?And you as well Sir!?, beamed the always smiling captain. 

Something about LeRoy?s cheerful disposition always had a way of lightening Hooch?s mood, funny thought Hooch, because no matter what, LeRoy always seemed to be in the middle of every potentially embarrassing diplomatic incident, well excepting those caused directly by Admiral Die Hard, but those weren?t really diplomatic incidents, those were diplomatic nightmares if luck held and precursors to interstellar war if it didn?t. 

LeRoy?s incidents were more embarrassing than dangerous, yet he had managed to avoid being blamed for them.   He had in fact become one of Starfleet?s rising stars after several recent successes, especially his involvement in the intact capture along with Captain Two-Step, of a Klingon warship and her captain during the last border clash.  This had provided much valuable information to the Federation about Klingon affairs and technology.

?I have a couple of questions about your latest report pertaining to shipments to House Kinshaya.?  Announced the admiral.

Leroy looked left of screen, then quickly back at the Hooch  ?What kind of questions, Sir??, he asked donning his most innocent look.

?A couple of questions regarding shipments of KATNIP Captain, an illegal and banned substance.?, replied Hooch, not buying the innocent look for a second.

Leroy grinned nervously, ?Errrr?..Actually its not banned on a few Federation worlds Sir, the Cait being the main one.?

?I?m well aware of the Caitian exception captain, and the toleration of Caitain cultural and religious practices within their own territory.?, growled Hooch, the volume of his voice rising with each word.  ?Your report specifically says ?Krazy KAT katnip? , which is a Kzinti specially enhanced strain and banned even on Cait! And why the hell are we shipping Katnip to the Klingons anyway??

Leroy looked once again to his left before turning back and answering.  ?Well, Sir?..House Kinshaya was weakened by the recent death of its Patriarch, and now that the major rivals are down to 3 Houses you stated in your last orders that we do what we could to help keep them on par with House S?uhn?ih and House Dizaroma, so we are sending them the katnip for this purpose.  ?Kinshaya territory? has no border with the Kzinti, so such shipments must come through us or independent smugglers.  As for the legality of this action I refer to the Section 31 charter Section B subsection?..?

?Yes, Yes I know the regulation by heart,? responded Hooch, a bit placated by the logical and well reasoned answer that was materializing as opposed to his fear of yet another embarrassing incident ?but you still haven?t explained why Klingons need the katnip??

Hooch unconsciously crossed his fingers, an old silly habit he knew but it made him feel better.

?Well Sir?.,? began Leroy, his confidence building as Hooch was starting to buy into his story, ??.to bolster House Kinshaya during this crisis, we are giving them Kzinti katnip to barter with the Lyrans for some assistance, since the Lyrans won?t trade directly with the Kzinti, such high quality enhanced katnip brings a huge price in the Star Empire.  So this way we are saving a fortune by supplying some comparatively cheap katnip rather than expensive and bulky technology which could be traced back to Federation sources, the katnip, on the other hand, can?t be linked directly to us, nor can the Lyran technology it purchases.?

?Well I?ll be damned?, muttered a now calm and smiling Hooch, uncrossing his fingers, ?That?s mighty fine thinking Captain, job well done!?

Hooch was preparing to end the transmission as Leroy smiling at the rare praise from the Admiral added, ? Well I can?t take all the credit Sir, It really wasn?t my original idea.?

?Oh, then who came up with such a creative solution?? Hooch inquired.

Suddenly LeRoy?s smile disappeared and he looked like a cat who just swallowed the canary.  ?Errrr?? the sweat began to pour from Leroy?s brow as he looked off to his left again.

?Is there someone in your office with you?, asked Hooch finally taking notice of the glances to the left offscreen, and getting that strange prickling feeling in his back he always seemed to get right before it hit the fan.

 ?He did?, blurted out LeRoy, realizing the gig was up and that further deception would be damning, as he pointed to his left.

The view screen suddenly expanded as Leroy adjusted the controls in his ready room revealing a large feline sitting off to his left, sipping a scotch. 

?YOU!?, gasped Hooch, literally speechless

?Well who did you expect, the Easter Bunny?? replied Chuut-Ritt.  ?Someone had to supply all that premium ?Nip.  Don?t worry?, Chuut added with a truly evil wink, It has been officially unofficially approved by the Kzin Ministry of Information, I consulted personally with Minister J?inn myself on the matter.

?YOU AND HIM!?, gasped Hooch, just before he collapsed on the floor in a faint.

Leroy closed the subspace channel, after confirming with Lt. Terlow that Hooch had merely fainted.

?He took that rather well I thought?, commented Chuut-Ritt

?Slightly better than expected?, replied LeRoy still worried if  this would land on his service record.

?Don?t have any second thoughts on the matter?, replied Chuut ?Its all for the best we are working together now anyway, unless you prefer meeting with that Lyran rogue to assist with your shipments??

Leroy shuddered at the thought of trying to get further information from the Lyran Captain Likkerpig, the last encounter with him having proven a bit disturbing.  Besides the Kzin were usually allies after all, and just how bad could dealing with Chuut and J?inn really be?, he smiled to himself with a certain optimism.

Hooch was echoing those same thoughts after he revived, but with a lot less optimistic meaning on those words ?just how bad could dealing with Chuut and J?inn really be??
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« Reply #8 on: October 22, 2004, 08:25:03 am »
Well...

Roleplaying sounds like a good idea. Mind if I add a little something?







The peace had never lasted so long.

He last war had seen the Klingons rampage out of control. Once their warlust was satisfied, they fell back into their usual state of satisfied internal structure. Which is to say they were gearing up for Civil War.

But that was thousands of light years away. Things had settled down between the Federation and the Kzin and they were trading amicably. The Romulans were rumoured to be branching out into other areas (naturally they denied this), The Hydrans still trying to reunite the old worlds and new. Even the Gorns and Lyrans were quiet and trading and co-existing peacefully for now.

Peace had settled and no-one was enjoying it more than the ISC. Their dream of universal Peace through pacification had seemingly come about, albeit in a roundabout way. The only hassle these days were the Pirate cartels. Even they seemed to be docile as their traffic was down. Corporations were thriving, Governments not operating in deficit, Lawyers were suing the Government (many suspected they were just trying to get in on the profits). Even W.A.N.K.E.R seemed to be taking time off.

On M?Raa, the kits were playing and the birds being eaten.

M?Ress was bored.

He couldn?t remember being so bored in his life. There were so only so many drills you could run, ships you could refit or build (note: look into shortage of Drone cruisers), procedures you could rewrite. While it was very nice not to be interrupted in the middle of a relaxation cycle, and a lot of badly needed maintenance was finally getting done, there was no excitement.

Bored, bored, bored.

He could always visit Chuut on Stars End. There was always something happening there. Why, he could even stop in and see how Kroma was doing?

HOLY MAKER WHAT WAS HE THINKING?

Urgently he pushed the thought out of his head. This is bad? very bad. A new thought formed in his mind as he unwillingly remembered the last time he was there.

Hmmmm Kroma?s. There was something there that could interest him, besides the proprietor.

The one thing that he was thankful for was Tr?rin. She had proven to be an exceptional choice for his personal assistant. Everything was so well organized that there almost no clutter on his desk. Anything he needed was there, and if it wasn?t, it only took a short time before it was. She was uncanny in her ability to anticipate what he needed. Sometimes he would tap on the commlink to summon her, only to have her walk in the door ready to take his request. He never had to worry about missing appointments or reports, she was very adept at subtly reminding him of his commitments. He smiled to himself. With her brains and her looks, he was the envy of all the other high ranking officers.

He consulted his roster. Almost everyone was on active duty having healed up from the extended down time. Since the only real duty these days was patrol, most were away on that duty.

Except for him. He grinned, yes just like old times.

He touched the commlink, pausing to see if she would walk in the door. That was becoming habit.

?Tr?rin,?

?Yes sire? she was still at her desk.

?Would you make arrangements for a round trip party to Stars End??

?How many in the party??

He thought about it. Come to think of it, he wasn?t sure. He knew several others would like to join him.

?Uuumm, I?m not sure. Why don?t you look into the accommodations and a Heavy Cruiser and we?ll deal with the numbers later.?

?When would you to go?? she asked.

?In Two days, for Two days.? That should give him enough time to recover.





Anyone up for a trip to Kroma's?

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« Reply #9 on: October 22, 2004, 06:52:21 pm »
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« Reply #10 on: October 23, 2004, 12:57:16 am »
War was long over ? hopefully over for good ? and the only thing left to do was to try and then to execute the last of the war criminals.  Today, Warlock would meet his verdict.  S?Cipio was excited.  He used his third toothbrush to clean the last of his teeth and then couldn?t help but admire his look in the mirror.  He was dressed with five minutes to spare.  He was dashing.  He was handsome.  And he was without doubt the best-dressed Gorn anyone had ever seen.  He would definitely turn heads at today?s final session of the Gorn Military Tribunals.  He just couldn?t keep the bounce out of his step

S?Cipio straightened his lucky tunic one last time, tightened the knot on his cravat, and went in to see how Dr. Nyet, his lovely Romulan bride, was coming along.  "How are you doing, Dearessst?"

Dr. Nyet was standing in the door of her walk-in closet in a slip and meticulously rolling a pair of dark stockings up her long legs.  (The silly things took damnably long to put on or take off, yet she refused to leave the house without them.)  At least a dozen perfectly good dresses lay discarded in a heap behind her.  She turned and gave him a very disapproving look.

"You aren?t going to wear *that* are you?"

S?Cipio had learned long ago that this was not a question you answered in the affirmative.  "What, thisss?" he stammered.  "No, no this was simply what I was going to wear while you got ready.  I?d never wear thisss in public."  He sighed inwardly.  Somehow, before this day was over, S?Cipio knew he?d end up having to throw away his favorite tunic.

"I should hope not," murmured Dr. Nyet as she pulled a black sheath dress over her head  "I?ve washed it three times and it still reeks of brimstone.  It?s not lucky, it?s filthy.  Warlock is supposed to be your friend.  What if they hang him?  I?d think you?d want to be dressed better to honor the final death of such a close comrade."

"Oh, Dear, you don?t? really think they?d hang Warlock, do you?. Trying him after every war hasss sssimply become habit. He?d veto any death sentence anyway."

"Which is why you should be heading the firing squad at the tribunal, as I suggested.  You could shoot him before he could issue any veto.  You?ve let more than half of your suspects go after trial.  It?s about time you hung someone important or the populace will never take you seriously."

How to explain to a Romulan wife that the Gorn didn't execute anyone unless they were found guilty?

Dr. Nyet pursed her lips as she looked at her reflection.  "Does this dress make me look fat?"

S?Cipio thought all humanoids looked ridiculously skinny, but had never been able to determine just how quickly he was supposed to say no.  Ever answer seemed to land him in trouble.  "I........"

"Oh, never mind," she stated before he could land himself in trouble.  His relief was interrupted by more horror as she began to strip off the dress and look back in the closet for a replacement.

"Not the blue one," he hissed under his breath.  "Not the blue one...."  But, sure enough, she reached for the blue one.  He wasn?t sure why black stockings didn?t mix well with that color blue dress, but he?d learned from experience that this color combination meant another change of stockings.  They were definitely going to be late.

"You know my father will be present," she continued, "and he?ll be wearing a tux.  You should to and put on tails."

"But dear, there?sss no time!"   S?Cipio insisted.  "If Warlock isss hung, we?ll misssss it!"

"If you?d gotten up early we?d have plenty of time.  Besides, you?re in charge of the government this month and so the can?t start without you.  Now go and change.  Peace has broken out all over.  This could be the last execution of the decade and I will NOT be embarrassed at it."

S?Cipio returned to his room, put on his tux with tails, and grabbed every handkerchief he owned.  He wasn?t sure which dress his wife would end up in, but he wanted to be sure he was prepared.  If his handkerchief didn?t match her dress, she would not send him back for a replacement.  Instead she?d go back into her closet. 

Out in hall he met Bydabook, who was holding Warleader Warlock in shackles.  "G?Day, Bruce" he greeted both of them.

"G?Day Bruce," they returned.

"The prisoner isss quiet and complacent," assured Bydabook, tapping his left palm with the hefty club he held in his right hand.  "All regulationssss have been followed to the letter."

"I expected no lesss from you, Byda," assured the Gorn Chancellor.  "That isss why I chossse you to lead the guardsss for thisss mossst dangerousss traitor."

Warlock merely snorted in derision.  Bydabook looked even more stern. 

"If that is how you feel," the young Gorn continued, "then why are you late for his trial?"

S?Cipio pondered.  How to admit your wife was making you change your clothes?  "Well, ummm......"

"Fifty credit fine," said Byda simply   S?Cipio argued.  Byda had no pity.

"Quit whining!" hissed Warlock.  "I?m being put on trial unfairly for war crimessss.  And you don?t sssee me blubbering."

"Well, there wasss a war," explained S?Cipio reasonably.  "We didn?t prevent it, as a perfect government should, and some of our sssolidersss died fighting it.  The familiesss insissst that the government be made to pay for their deathsss.  We held a Tri-Bruce commission vote and you got elected to be the fall guy."

"The vote wassss rigged!" claimed Warlock.

"The vote wasss fair!" insisted S?Cipio

"You bribed Agave with tequila!"  accused Warlock.

"Of course!" admitted S?Cipio.  But you?re only angry because this time I beat you to it. 

Since that was true, Warlock had no further answer.  This was the first time S?Cipio had ever been able to out bribe him.  Warlock?s own tequila for Agave had been held up in shipping.  The Warleader could prove nothing, but he suspected Dr. Nyet.   He tried to cover his loss for words by pretending to wriggle his fingers as if they had lost their feeling.  Quickly he discovered that they really had lost their feeling!

"You?d better hope they hang me," he threatened.  I?ll rotate into the senior slot of the Tri-Bruce commission tomorrow.  And when I do you can bet I?ll have a nasssty assssssignment for you."

"Oh no you won?t!" beamed S?Cipio.  "Thisss time I really have outdone myssself.  My vacation startsss tonight!  By tomorrow I?ll be at the Star?sss end Bar in my annual poker game."  S?Cipio clapped his tophat onto his head and struck a triumphant pose with his cane.

"I know," agreed Warlock.  "But a new ssssituation with the Klingonsss has begun.  Maybe even a civil war we can ussse to our advantage.  Given your experience with them in the past, Agave and I decided you were the bessst to invessstigate it.  So we?ve arranged for a few of your old friendsss to meet you at the Starsss End Bar."

S?Cipio dropped his hat.  He dropped his cane.  Then he dropped a few tears.  "You two know how much I hated my lassst trip to Klinzhai."

"We know," assured Warlock with a toothy grin.


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« Reply #11 on: October 23, 2004, 04:00:54 am »
Chuut-Ritt sat on the Bridge of the Star?s End Bar, his claws digging into the armrest.  It was not often he sat here, usually he ran his station/resort from the comfortable office deep inside the station.  He only came to the bridge for routine inspections and the occasional battle drill, but this was no drill.

Chuut?s littermate and right hand kzin Rhuut-Ritt was at tactical.  ?The patrol?s report is confirmed, it?s the Dark Angel?, announced Rhuut his voice calm and serious.

At least that?s one Kzin who knows how to keep his cool thought Chuut, I hope I can as well.  Normally a lone Klingon ship, even the deadly C-7 would not disturb him greatly as the station was equipped to deal with an entire taskforce, but this particular C-7 was not just any ship, it was MadElf?s ship.

MadElf  was already a legend among the Kzin, as well as the rest of the Alpha Quadrant races.  He could make even the most veteran captains feel like cadets, those that lived to tell the tale at least.  Chuut himself had several personal engagements with the fiend, usually resulting in Chuut running for his live or taking a slow escape pod home with the Elf?s mocking laughter ringing in his ears. 

On those occasions when the Klingon champion had been forced away it had been only due to vastly superior firepower, with one exception that caused Chuut great joy and great anxiety.  On that occasion MadElf  had surprised the Kzin by employing himself as a mercenary to the Lyrans.  Chuut had come across him flying a Lyran ship and with the help of a Hydran ally and had taken advantage of  MadElf?s inexperienced wingman and left the Klingon floating in a lifepod.  Chuut had been celebrated a hero that day on M?raa and many toasts to his health had been drunk.  Chuut knew however that the Klingon would come back for him on day, for honor, for battle, and for revenge.  Now he had come and although the odds were overwhelmingly in Chuut?s favor he still found himself to be quite nervous.

?Raise shields, and arm weapons, prepare fighter for launch and recall all support ships to close base proximity, no need to get them picked off piecemeal?, ordered Chuut, glad that his voice had come out fierce and confident. 

?Shall we have all guests return to their vessels??, inquired Rhuut.

?No, this might just be a scouting probe to test our systems, no one beyond this bridge crew knows this stations full capabilities, but only a fool would come directly at us with only one battle cruiser if this is a full assault?, Chuut answered calmly his confidence returning as he considered his own words.  ?Long range patrols haven?t reported any other ships, and those would have been apparent even if they were equipped with cloaking devices as the entered the WYN Starcluster.?

The bridge crew visibly relaxed at this announcement.  They all knew of the MadElf, and none relished the idea of seeing his formidable skills in action.  While they had confidence in their commander, they also knew that even should they destroy the Dark Angel, it wouldn?t be without some Kzin casualties.

?We are being hailed by the Dark Angel Sir! with visual!?, announced Lt. Twitch Ears the communications officer, excitement very apparent in his voice, for MadElf had only communicated with ally or enemy by audio transmission in the past.  Only a few Klingon?s had actually seen the warrior, though many knew his mocking laugh trademark.

?On Screen?, ordered Chuut, his voice calm despite his sharing of his Twitch Ears? excitement.

The viewscreen shimmered to life revealing the first glimpse of the legendary Klingon .  Chuut was somehow surprised that he wasn?t disappointed, as one usually was when confronting a famous figure.  While MadElf wasn?t the 8ft tall giant of legend, he still was rather tall for a Klingon, and although he wasn?t massively muscled like a demi-god he was obviously well-toned.   Chuut took that in during the first instant. The Klingon was dressed in the typical Klingon fashion with few if any adornments.  The armor was simply exquisite, of a slightly archaic design, likely a family heirloom.  Many a collector would pay a small fortune for it. 

Chuut then turned his attention to the Klingon?s face.  It was the eyes were what drew you in , smoldering flames at the same time being fiercely intense and full of a mocking humor.  A touch of insanity was also in those orbs.  After several seconds of looking at those eyes Chuut looked at the rest of the face.  His features were devilishly handsome by Klingon standards as Chuut understood them, ridges well pronounced, beard jet black and neatly trimmed.  The nose was more narrow than the Klingon norm, aristocratic without being over pronounced.  Then Chuut saw the ears??.

MadElf was also taking note of the Kzin on his screen.  This was the infamous Chuut-Ritt.  Although they had faced each other in combat on several occasions MadElf had never allowed visual communications, preferring to keep his enemies off balance.  He had seen pictures of Chuut often enough and video footage, but that wasn?t the same as looking an opponent directly in the eye. 

MadElf had some degree of respect for the kzin, he had proven himself more skilled than most, who knew how to use all the weapons on his ships and not just hurl missiles at his foes.  He had heard his fellow warriors swear at the mention of Chuut?s name at the drinking table as they waited for their ships to be repaired or replaced.  Yet he had never seen the kzin as his equal, their engagements having proven that enough for him to be certain.

True that one defeat at Ritt?s paws had smarted, but he was in an unfamiliar Lyran ship at the time and it was his idiot wingman, some cousin of the rogue Hexx, who decided to fly his ship far away from the battle leaving him with unfavorable odds.

MadElf didn?t hold any grudges though, grudges were for fools.  In fact he had suspected his life would be forfeit when he launched his escape pod and had been pleased the Chuut had allowed him return home unmolested.  He had done the same to Chuut on several occasions, but had never expected to have the favor returned.  Ritt beaming over a fine vintage of Bloodwine into the pod had been a nice touch.  It had made the journey more pleasant and marked Chuut as not only a worthy adversary, but a warrior with honor. 

He did savor the thought of once again engaging Ritt as a worthy foe, to further sharpen his own skills least they erode facing lesser captains.  That was his one true calling after all, to fight the best each race had to offer and to emerge victorious.

The Kzin was slightly largish in size reaching about 7 ½ ft, but no were near that of the massive first officer standing beside him.  He had his natural Brownish tan markings, although MadElf had seen pictures where he had died his fur jet black.  His dress seemed a bit pompous, calling to mind that of a 17th century Earth aristocrat, the clothes all obviously well-made and expensive.  Of particular note were the two ancient pistols at his side and the sword belt strapped across the back of his command chair.  MadElf had always pictured Chuut as a pragmatic and modern sort, not as a romantic.  MadElf upped Chuut one more notch in his esteem. 

The Kzin?s face seemed rather typical, with handsome markings.  The ears were alert, the fangs barely visible protruding slightly past the closed lips.  He wondered what the famous Kzinti smile would reveal should Chuut become angry, but was glad to see that the Kzin was more relaxed and didn?t think him a fool to offer battle vs the massive station and all its support units.  The eyes were also alert and showed a bit of nervousness, which MadElf  took as a sign of respect.  Yet their was a hidden active intellect beyond those glittering jewels and a touch of mischievousness.  Chuut?s eyes reminded him of a smart but undisciplined child, always seeking to take advantage of the unwary parent, all the while with a most innocent look upon his face.

The Kzin was obviously studying him as well, their eyes made contact briefly, and although MadElf was prepare to lock their gaze and see who looked away first Chuut quickly looked away.  Whether it was avoidance of the contest, or simply good manners as a host MadElf couldn?t say, likely a combination of both.  He drank in his counterparts gaze standing proud and steady, then suddenly he saw the Kzin?s ears twitch, and then the tail, the kzin was starring at his ears! Dammit!, it was always the ears!
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« Reply #12 on: October 23, 2004, 03:02:21 pm »
Keep up the good work, Chuut! :)

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« Reply #13 on: October 24, 2004, 12:14:21 am »
me like, cant wait for more... ;D Add me in if you can. if not... 'nip will disappear... ;D




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« Reply #14 on: October 24, 2004, 12:22:48 am »
"He drank in his counterparts gaze standing proud and steady, then suddenly he saw the Kzin?s ears twitch, and then the tail, the kzin was starring at his ears! Dammit!, it was always the ears!"

Hmm, ears and tail twitching....   Methinks Chuut is actually jealous of the magnicifent feature I aquired from my Mother.

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« Reply #15 on: October 24, 2004, 01:28:48 am »
"He drank in his counterparts gaze standing proud and steady, then suddenly he saw the Kzin?s ears twitch, and then the tail, the kzin was starring at his ears! Dammit!, it was always the ears!"

Hmm, ears and tail twitching....   Methinks Chuut is actually jealous of the magnicifent feature I aquired from my Mother.

Wow!  I didn't know your mother was Ferrengi!

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« Reply #16 on: October 24, 2004, 02:29:05 am »
POINTY ears, not rounded, you schmuck :P

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« Reply #17 on: October 24, 2004, 10:46:35 pm »
The annoyance on the Klingon?s face was readily apparent so Chuut-Ritt quickly stopped starring at his counterpart?s ears.  He still wondered if they indicated a Vulcan or Romulan heritage.  Likely there was a Rommie in the woodshed Chuut concluded as he didn?t see any logic in a Vulcan-Klingon union.  Then again perhaps it was a klingon union with another race that gave MadElf those ears, they were a bit long and pointy even for a Romulan, resembling those of what Earth folklore called a pixie or sprite, and ancient magical faerie folk.  Well MadElf certainly possessed a ?magic? on the battle field that was for sure.

MadElf swore to himself for losing his cool and resolved to do it again, no matter how annoying the kzin was.  If things got too bad he could always just cut those mocking ears and that twitching tail off and have them mounted as a reminder of why one shouldn?t ?laugh? at MadElf.  That thought brought a brief smile to the klingon, and helped him to regain his composure.

?My dear Admiral Chuut-Ritt?, began MadElf

?Not admiral, captain, that is a war title, and we are currently at peace, Administrator is my official title, but I usually go by just Chuut-Ritt, or the shorter Chuut to those I?m well acquainted with.?

MadElf  was puzzled for an instant, in the Klingon Empire war titles were displayed with pride not hidden away with humility, but then he remembered that to the Kzin the earning of a personal name was more honored than a title which was given by profession.  He also recalled that the surname ?Ritt? indicated a family relation of the Patriarch, either by birth or by adoption into the royal family due to some remarkable service.

?Very well   Chuut-Ritt?, and you may call me MadElf ? as I am here for personal reasons and not at the behest of the High Command.  My visit is for personal reasons which I prefer to discuss in private.?

Chuut took that in with some skepticism, although he knew Klingons didn?t lie, they exaggerated like hell, but they didn?t lie.  But with those ears a lie might be rather natural for MadElf.  The Klingon High Command was undoubtedly very curious about his station, and while MadElf wasn?t the first one to visit, the bars and casinos often full of off duty warriors, he was the first of any significant rank and status.

?I take it you simply came for a little shore leave then, for you and your crew??, inquired Chuut with a convincing sincerity. ?I wish you had informed us ahead of time, so we could have prepared a reception suited to one of your rank.?

?I?m merely a captain, and my men warriors, Adir?Chuut-Ritt, We need no luxuries beyond some bloodwine and a place to lay our heads in slumber, but that is not the reason for my visit.  However, since the Star?s End Bar is famous for its hospitality, and celebrated for its entertainment in all forms, I will ask that you grant my crew shore leave privileges.? Finishing this with a cavalier bow, MadElf found himself enjoying the exchange.  Klingon manners were much more blunt and straight forward, but his Romulan mother had also instructed him well in the etiquette of other races, and no one was more careful with etiquette than a Romulan noble woman.

Chuut-Ritt was also impressed by the Klingons grace, recognizing the Romulan influence.  Most races bowed with palms down, the Romulans were rather unique in that they bowed with palms up and visible so that it could be seen whether or not they were holding a dagger, poision vial, etc. as they expressed kind sentiments. 

?Your esteemed crew is most indeed welcome to enjoy the humble facilities we have to offer, and have suitable accommodations prepared for their stay?, responded Chuut in kind, making a mental note to alert his agents so that they might pick up any bits of information by observation and eavesdropping on the conversations of the carousing Klingons.  He?d have them pour heavy for this group at the various drinking establishments.  Chuut-Ritt returned the bow Romulan style and added the traditional claw rake across the face Kzin gesture.

?We are a Spartan empire, Lord Ritt, and I fear an on station stay is far beyond our meager purses, besides I wouldn?t want my men to be any trouble to you or your station personnel, I?ll arrange to send them over in shifts, please inform me of the numbers and times that are convenient for you and your staff?, explained MadElf.

This ones good!, thought Chuut, the klingon?s obviously making sure his crew doesn?t slip up.  The ?Lord Ritt? touch was nicely done, thought Chutt, realizing it as flattery but liking it nonetheless.  Smiling as he warmed to the challenge Chuut got out some of his ?A? material. 

 ?I appreciate your concerns, and will not dispute your wisdom, however you will not be so offended by our facilities as to deprive us the company of your fine and gallant officers, my own subordinates would have fits if they were denied the opportunity to trade war stories with so famous a crew, and I should have to duel them all for the unkind and dishonorable names they would place upon my person should they not have said opportunity.?

MadElf smiled to himself, he had assumed the Kzin would have either tried to keep them away totally or to invite them all aboard, and had been prepared for both situations.  Now he saw that the Kzin was actually challenging his control over his own officers, whether he could trust them stationside without supervision.  There had been no shame in not being able to fully trust his crew, no starship captain could do that, unless perhaps his crew was entirely comprised of Vulcans.  But with such an invitation delivered so chivalrously, MadElf could not refuse without implying that he couldn,t be sure of the discipline and loyalty of his own officers.  For the most part he had no doubts, but there were some newer replacements and a couple of officers he had due to their links with the Great Klingon Houses which he wasn?t entirely sure of under such a unique circumstance.  He would have to assign his most trusted aides to keep an eye on those.

?Any such officers that could even be suspected of such treason should be eliminated immediately!, fiercely responded MadElf, this time in Klingon rather than Romulan fashion.  ?If you find such a deed distasteful I would be happy to do the guest duty and slay them to pay for my room and board on your fine station!?

Chuut-Ritt smiled warmly at the Klingon, with a tight lipped grin so as not to expose his fangs, which to a Kzin would be seen as a challenge.  The Klingon had recognized the challenge he had thrown and picked it up and threw it back at him, questioning his own crew?s discipline.  This would be a truly enjoyable challenge thought Chuut.

?Well that will not be necessary,? replied Chuut, ?there is no fee for room and board for my personal guests, merely the pleasure of your company, docking bay 4 will be made available for your ship, I look forward to greeting you there upon your disembarkment.?

?And I look forward to that as well, Lord Ritt?, replied MadElf wondering if Chuut-Ritt had assigned that particular docking bay by coincidence or because the number 4 was unlucky to Klingons.

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« Reply #18 on: October 27, 2004, 01:27:52 pm »
The responses didn?t exactly come pouring in. M?ress figured on a couple of factors.

1) Reluctance to go anywhere near Kroma?s (especially with him, not after word of the last trip got around).

2) Everyone was too busy with their down time to take advantage of this kind of activity.

But there were some responses. As was becoming his habit these days he touched the comm button and paused. With Tr?rin not appearing immediately through the door, he summoned her.

?Take this list and make reservations for them at Stars End.?

?Yes sire.? And as he opened his mouth to speak again she continued ?And I secured a New CHD for you to make the trip in.?

He was getting used to that. She paused for a moment, obviously waiting to see if there was anything else, and then exited.

M?Ress pondered if he should invite her along, so she could experience what it was like in the field, but decided against it. Judging by her reaction when she first got the job she wasn?t ready for it yet.

After checking off several items on his itinerary, he rose and left the office. After waving to Tr?rin he headed down to the front desk.

The familiar figure was there, looking extremely bored. The foyer was deserted at this time of the evening and the figure was reclined behind the desk. M?Ress paused for a second and then proceeded to sneak along the wall toward the figures back. Closer and closer he got until he was right up behind the figure. He spread his arms and readied himself?

?You still breathe too damn loud.? The figure said calmly. It turned to face him, the black trim to the orange hair distinctive even in the failing evening light. ?Bad habit of yours, breathing through your teeth.? K?arbin stated.

M?ress wasn?t really disappointed in his failure, he had never been able to successfully stalk his old instructor. Not many had, it was par for the course. His paranoia had caused a permanent awareness, and some suspected his obsession. Although he wasn?t wearing it now, the lines from the ridiculous hat were still evident in the fur on his head.

?Almost calling it a night?? M?Ress asked looking at his feet on the desk. K?arbin deliberately left them where they were in a small display of defiance.

?Almost but not quite.? He replied. M?ress paused, K?arbin knew that out of respect for his teachings he would be allowed a little lenience in such a display. But he also knew not to push his luck in front of anyone else.

?What time are you finished??

?You should know, you scheduled me here.? It was almost a sneer. M?Ress merely grinned

?Serves you right for taking liberties with a foreign diplomat.?

?Are you trying to tell me that sthondat was a diplomat?? K?arbin asked incredulously ?I may be out of retirement, but I?m not stupid!?

?Either way you weren?t supposed to charge that stick.?

They looked at each other for a moment.

?He did squirm kinda funny?? M?ress started and they both started to laugh quietly. After a short time he added,

?When you?re done, get yourself packed. You?re coming with me tomorrow.?

The relief was immediately apparent, he didn?t even ask where.
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« Reply #19 on: November 09, 2004, 08:11:07 am »
Bored, bored, bored.

Damn these nebulas. Due to the dense particles within, you couldn?t go past Impulse. This made for a very boring trip as sensors and everything else wouldn?t work either, you couldn?t even schedule battle drills. If they were able to go to Warp, then they would have been there hours ago.

Soreyes and K?arbin sat towards the rear of the bridge idly poking at some tactical consoles. Although they wouldn?t say anything out loud, they too, were bored.

Tr?rin had been put out to make these arrangements as he had promised to take her into the field for some much needed experience. He had declined to include her on this one however, as it wasn?t so much for business as it was for letting off some pent up steam. They needed something to vent and it wouldn?t be good to have her around.

K?arbin looked up from his console and heaved a sigh. He looked over to Soreyes and said,

?Cadillac.?

?What?? came the reply

?Cadillac? WHACK!? and cuffed Soreyes across the back of the head.

Soreyes rubbed the spot where K?arbin had connected and stood up moved over to K?arbin who was looking away with a self satisfied smirk.

?Dodge.?

?What??

?Dodge this?? WHACK! And hit him back.

M?ress stood abruptly and spun on them.

?Heros,? he hissed, ?Restrain yourselves.? Soreyes and K?arbin straightened up. M?Ress leaned in,

?We must present an example to the lower officers at all times.?

Soreyes and K?arbin looked a little sheepish as they scanned the bridge. There was snickering from the junior officers all over the bridge.

M?Ress indicated with his head that he intended to enter the ready room. They parted and he moved past them.

And cuffed them both on the way past.
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