RIS Praetor's Pride
Sub-Lieutenant: "De-cloaking now Commander, the Klingons have spotted us, they are raising their...Commander, Multiple Klingon Warships decloaking."
Sela: "Where?"
The Sub-Lieutenant hesitated for a moment: "Everywhere Commander. Reading over sixty ships, they have us surrounded."
Serilla: "They are hailing us."
Sela: "Fools...they have the advantage, and they waste it by talking...by all means, put them on screen."
chatI: "Romulan P'taq! We know where your ships are...decloak them now or we will turn your ship into a cinder!"
Sela: "Fleet Captain chatI, your reputation precedes you. We are here for the same purpose you are."
chatI: "I have no time for your games Commander Sela, decloak your ships."
Sela: "What makes you think we have any more ships?"
chatI turns to an unseen person: <Fire.>
A disruptor bank from the lead Vor'cha class attack cruiser fires a single burst, striking a cloaked Romulan ship squarely between the nacelles, the ship appears in a violent explosion before disappearing again.
chatI turns back to the screen, a smug look on his face.
Sela: "How did you know our ships are here Captain?"
chatI: "You should already know, Intelligence officer to Intelligence officer, that we do not give away secrets that easily Commander. You have sixty seconds to decloak your fleet and move off."
Sela: "I would have thought that you would have been more grateful for our assistance, afterall, we are fighting the same war."
chatI: "For the moment Commander, I would agree with you, but the Tal Shiar is doing more than just fighting the war with us. You now have forty five seconds."
Sela: "How can you say that, we are allies now, we are both allied with the Federation against the Parasites, who deserve nothing less than to be eradicated."
chatI: "I can say that because I know better Commander. Thirty Seconds."
Sela: "Very well, chatI. You win this time."
Sela pushes a button on her command chair: "Have all ships target his command ship as soon as their Fire Control systems come online."
Serilla raising a disruptor pistol: "Commander, I am afraid I cannot allow you to do that."
Sela jumped out of her seat in rage, on screen chatI's look of puzzlement quickly blossoms into amusement.
Sela: "What do you think you are doing Sub-Commander?!"
Serilla: "I am relieving you of duty Commander."
Sela: "Or so you think."
Sela nodded at one of the guards, who pulled out his disruptor pistol, and trained it first on Serilla, then shifted it to point at Sela.
Serilla: "The Praetor believes that you no longer have any use to us."
Sela: "Your Praetor has gone soft, in the old days, I would have been dead shortly after you exposed my faults to the entire crew. We have fallen too far."
Serilla: "Perhaps we have not fallen as far as you would like to think Commander."
Serilla discharged the disruptor, Sela crumples to the ground. The guard grabs her twitching body and hauls it off the bridge.
Serilla sits down in the command chair, presses a button: "I am sorry about the delay Fleet Captain, but certain problems needed to be taken care of over here. Have the rest of the fleet decloak, and power down their weapons."
chatI: "Am I supposed to trust the woman who just murdered her commanding officer?"
Serilla: "She is not dead, although she will wish she were when the Praetor gets his hands on her. We request permission to join your task force Fleet Captain, or at the least share information about what we encounter along the way."
chatI: "And why should we let you see our intelligence?"
Serilla: "Logically, we are on the same mission, we should be sharing relevant information so as to maximize our probability for success."
chatI: "I never thought I would be hearing a Romulan talk like that!"
Serilla: "I am half-Vulcan."
Deep Space Nine- Infirmary
Bashir: "I have no clue about where to start."
Wildman: "Perhaps we should start with what we do know and work from there."
Dax: "It can't be as hard as you think it is."
Doctor: "It's much harder."
Janeway: "I'm inclined to agree."
Quark(entering): "Here it is...where do you want it?"
Bashir: "Put it on the bio-bed over there Quark."
Quark: "Now...about the method of payment..."
Kira: "Later Quark."
Quark(leaving): "All right, maybe I'll just take it out of my lease..."
Icheb: "Now what do we do?"
Chakotay(entering): "I know it's not quite Neelix's cooking Seven, but..."
Seven: "A cake?"
Janeway: "Welcome back Seven."
Seven: "I was under the impression that we were coming to Deep Space Nine to study the parasites that had infested Admiral Ross and Loc..Captain Picard."
Doctor: "We are, but you haven't had anything in the way of solid food for the last three weeks, and while a cake isn't the healthiest thing for you to eat, it is appropriate, since it is a sort of family reunion."
USS Titan
Riker: "How goes the repairs Geordi?"
La Forge: "Very quickly sir, at the rate we're going, we should be combat capable again in two days."
Riker: "Good, I don't like sitting around here with my hands tied."
Troi: "Will, have you gone to see him?"
Riker: "The man in that holding cell is not the man I once admired Deanna. Unless they have a way to pull that thing out of him right now, I don't want to go see him."
Troi: "Will, he's fighting it, he has to be. Remember what he said in the ward room. It was the exact same thing he said when he was Locutus fourteen years ago."
Riker: "That doesn't prove anything Deanna."
La Forge: "Actually Captain, if we remember the original report correctly, the parasites couldn't access certain parts of the their victims memory, its quite possible that he is fighting it."
Data: "Captain, I have just broken the encryption of the FedComNet. It appears that fourty-five Federation Starships have been destroyed in the last three weeks and have been blamed on the rebellion. We appear to have been responsible for fourteen of the attacks, including the Quixote, whose destruction was greatly exaggerated."
Riker: "News of my death... Mr. Clemens, Data?"
Data: "Yes sir...the report conjured up the similarities between..."
Riker waved him off: "Inform Admiral Janeway."
Deep Space Nine - Ward Room
Sisko: "We've been on the defensive for too long Admiral."
OParis: "And how do we go on the Offensive? We can't just indiscriminately destroy every Federation Installation between here and Starfleet Headquarters!"
Calhoun: "Why not?"
Rodgers: "We need a way to nuetralize the parasites with out killing the hosts, we have no idea just how much of Command, and the fleet is infected."
Wilson: "First we need to be able to detect them again."
Riker (entering the room): "Admiral, "I've made contact with a couple of Starships, they'll be here in a couple of hours."
OParis: "How do we know we can trust them Riker?"
Riker: "Let's just say the Captains of those ships don't believe anything the FedComNet has been saying about us, and I know both of them rather well."
Sisko: "Who?"
Riker: "Captain Bateson of the Bozeman."
Calhoun: "Who else?"
Riker breaks into a grin: "Your wife, Mac."
Deep Space
Captain Shelby (Voice Over): "Captain's Personal Log, Stardate: 58341.4. I knew Mac and Riker weren't responsible for the attacks that have been attributed to them over the last three weeks. All I needed was a message from one of them to tell me where to meet them. That pained look in Riker's eyes, I remember seeing that before, the first time he saw Captain Picard on the screen, telling us that Borg crap..."
A Galaxy class starship enters the screen from the left, oriented so the top faces the camera, the camera moves closer rapidly and pulls in to the Captain's Ready room, Shelby sitting at her computer idlely plucking items off the screen.
Shelby: "..Riker tells me that Mac is already there. I wonder just how Mac got himself involved without telling me first."
Mueller (Comm): "Bridge to Captain Shelby. Captain, we're approaching the Bajoran System."
Shelby: "I'm on my way, Kat."
Arex: "Captain, a Klingon flotilla has just decloaked in front of us, they're demanding to know our business in the Bajoran system."
Shelby: "Tell Worf, that the Trident is here to kick some parastical exoskeleton."
The view screen changed to show Worf, in full Klingon battlearmor staring back with an amused look on his face.
Worf: "Captain Shelby, Welcome to Bajor."
Shelby: "Thank you General Worf."
Praetor's Pride:
Serilla: "Ship's Log, Federation Stardate: 58341.4. For the remainder of this mission, we will be using Federation standard time units, while encoding our time stamp into the file itself, this will make it easier for the Federation to know exactly what will be happening, and when it happened on this mission. Normally we would not be allowing our ship's logs to fall into what some would consider enemy hands, but we must show the Federation that we can be trusted to work together for common goals, the Dominion before, the Parasites now, and the Borg or something even more dangerous later. While chatI appears to be a man of honor, something about him disturbs me. Perhaps it is my predjudice towards him as a Klingon, but still... Klingons normally abhore the work of intelligence, which means he can put aside his honor for the work, or else he is very good at what he does. Niether of those possibilties are favorable. I do not intend to fire the first shot, but I will not allow our ships to be used as sacrificial lambs for Klingon glory.
End Act XXII
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