Topic: Aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise . . .

[KAT J'inn]

Captain?s Log Stardate 4658.56:   The U.S.S. Enterprise has been ordered to sector 632 near Kzinti Space. We are to patrol the Klingon Neutral Zone in this sector and perform Signal Reconnaissance.  Ever since the alien race that calls themselves the Interstellar Concordium has occupied the Neutral Zone almost all signals from the Klingon Empire have been jammed.

Deep scans have detected signs of conflict along the Klingon side of the border.  No doubt the Klingons like being dictated to by the I.S.C. even less than I do. Thankfully, they have not taken any hostile actions against the Federation.  Yet.

James T. Kirk, Commanding.

?Captain? Uhuru called from her station.

Kirk, suddenly jarred from his thoughts, spun his command chair around to face the Communications Officer.

?Yes Lieutenant,? Kirk asked.

?I am picking up a sub-space signal,? Uhuru stated while adjusting her earpiece and some controls on her panel, ?it?s weak but I think I can clear it up.?

?Can you determine it?s point of origin??  Kirk asked.

From Kirk?s left a calm voice spoke.

?I am attempting to trace the signal to it?s source Captain.? the Vulcan stated.

Suddenly, a shocked look crossed Uhuru?s face.

?What is it??  Kirk asked.

?I believe the signal is Lyran, sir.?  Uhuru responded.

?Lyran!? Kirk gasped.   ?They?ve never even attempted to contact the Federation.?

?The source is confirmed.? Spock stated.   ?However, we are not the intended recipient.  The signal is direct towards Kzinti space.?

?Captain,? Uhuru said, ?I believe I have achieved an acceptable video and audio feed.?

?On screen!? Kirk ordered has he spun around in his chair toward the main viewer.

At the point the field of stars flickered away to reveal the following vision . . . .



?I?m sorry, sir? Uhuru said, ?but that is as clear as I can make it.?

?J?inn!? Kirk said quietly.  ?On a Lyran channel.  This can?t be good.?

Then a raspy voice, made even more so by the universal translator began to speak.

Patriarch Chuut Ritt.  I do hope this message reaches you in good health.  I would have talked to you in person, but it seems you have placed an order of execution against me due to my support of the former Patriarch.  A shame really.  It left me with no other choice but to seek other allies.

But don?t worry about me.   Emperor Hexx informs me that once Kzinti space is freed from your reign that he will allow a Kzinti warrior to replace you and to return M?Raa to her former glory.

This will not be me of course.  I have no desire to be a leader.  It is too . . . public for my taste. Thus, I have suggested to Emperor Hexx that General Matsukasi be installed as the new Patriarch.

The General was rather irate when you removed him as High Protector of the Holy Krespy Kreme.  Rather irate.  A shame really.

Actually, Matsukasi would like to talk to you . . .

The screen blurs for a moment and the previous image is replaced.



"You can BITE ME!! Chuut!!" The General Snarls.

The screen changes again.



Well as you can see, he?s a tad miffed.  Tsk.  I?d hate to be you right now.  Well, the General and I will be seeing you soon.  Real soon. 

Oh did I mention that the Klingons have agreed to sweep this ISC filth out of the way for us?  They are quite helpful.  The General?s Fleet expects to arrive at M?Raa within the year.   Try not to get assassinated before then.  The General would be heart broken.

Ciao Shnook?umms!

Kirk turned slowly in his chair to face his First Officer.

?Well, this was unexpected.? he said with a tired sigh.

The Vulcan merely arched an eyebrow and responded,  ?Indeed.?

[KAT Chuut-Ritt]

On board the Rosinante....

Rhuut-Ritt turned to his Captain and littermate and gave an inqusitive look.  Chuut-Ritt merely yawned.

Rhuut inquired, "what do you make of that?"

Chuut responded, sounds like old J'inn's a bit sore, guess he wasn't pleased to have been beaten to the lucrative slave girls racket, but it is what he deserves, after all how can you keep on top of the blackmarket, if you spend all your time in the mall market.  Don't worry his association with the House of Sigfried and Roy is of no concern.

Rhuut snickered, J'inn's long term relationship with the Gorn known throughout the alpha quadrants mercantile sector as "Shoppasaurus Rex" was well documented, and the reputation of the flamboyant Klingon House would definately explain a little "soreness".

"And what of Matsukasi" inquired Rhuut, he is or at least was a formidable captain.

Chuut sighed once more, "he has lost his edge, besides we got the special weapon ready just for him."

Rhuut looked puzzled, "secret weapon?"

Chuut considered for a second "Oh I forgot to inform you I guess, but we have now painted our sucide shuttles differently, this will make them very effective."

Rhuut looked even more puzzled, "how can paint help?"

Chuut passed the data pad to Rhuut.

Rhuut burst into laughter, "Yes this will work nicely"



Rhuut recovered himself to ask one final question, "But why does he call you Patriarch? as Green and M'ress share the office jointly?"

Chuut sat up with a bit of interest now, "You know the origion of the word Patriarch?"

Rhuut responded " ?father-ruler,? a male leader, elder, or ruler?

Chuut smiled, "Yes because J'inn knows full well Who's his Daddy"

<Snicker>

[KAT J'inn]

Well . .  . . . .

M'Ress is MIA.   Obviously assassinated.

And Green has sworn not to kill me on this server.

So that leave you as the obvious target.

Besides, Mat and I took a vote.   You won.   

[Soreyes]

 

[KAT Chuut-Ritt]

Then as my first officail act I'm appointing you ambassador to Walmart, and Mat as ambassador to Krispy Kreme.  Both of you will be thus unable to get through the door for differnet reasons.

[Green]

And Green has sworn not to kill me on this server.

Excuse me?!?  Which drunken stupor did that little agreement occur in?

[Matsukasi]

Then as my first officail act I'm appointing you ambassador to Walmart, and Mat as ambassador to Krispy Kreme.  Both of you will be thus unable to get through the door for differnet reasons.

I've sworn off all pastry for the duration of this server.

I'm hungry. I'm cranky. I'm coming to Mraa, and I'm not leaving without your beer swilling hide, domestic drinker.

 

Mat, the How did I end up in this thread guy.

P.S.

Yer a bastard.