Stubborn Negotiations

Posted on Mon Jun 25th, 2018 @ 11:17am by

1,235 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: The Emerald Road
Location: Bridge. U.S.S. Dreadnought
Timeline: Current

Will had been seated in the centre chair pondering about much but little was getting any sort of easier, he had already resigned himself to the fact that this was the only viable lead, solid lead to go on if they were going to get Vash back. "Time to intercept?"

"9 minutes."

"Ready?" Will rotated in his seat to look at Commander Reign.

"I am," BJ said.

"Can we get any information about the condition of the vessel?" Will asked only within moments to have his arm console light up with the specifics. It was just as he'd been told by sector operations. Something is going right after all. "Stand by to drop from warp, stand by shields and weapons in case the Klingons feel like shooting first and asking questions later."

Seconds felt like hours, hours felt like an eternity and Vash was slipping further and further away unless he caught up. When the ship exited warp Will asked for the Klingon ship to be put up on screen, it had been a while since he saw a Klingon vessel but the traditional warship green and aggressive appearance was hard to mistake. "Hail them." Will stood up from his chair as he spoke.

"I am Commodore William Hood of the Indefatigable."

"Commander D'trotnash D'ghod of the warship IKS HoS Suvwl’. You are a long way from Starfleet, what is it you want?"

"It's true we are far, but I detected your vessel with some technical problems and we stopped by to see if we could render assistance." Will spoke trying to keep the tone calm, level until it became time to squeeze.

"We don't need any help from you Starfleet."

So that was going to be the play of the game huh, alright. "Alright, well when I get to where I'm going I'll mention passing you by to the local station. Maybe they can send a garbage barge to tow your vessel into port."

"You insolent wretch, you dare mock a Klingon warrior? I shall scatter your vessel's wreckage all over this sector."

Good, now Will had the Klingon where he wanted him. Anger clouded judgement, he could use that.

"nojtaHghach mongrels. Heghpu' qaStaHvIS bIQ ba' SoH 'ej QaH Qujmey Da'ovQo' SoH? chaq vaj mu'mey moj lan maH helpless Duj such as lu' prime qor," BJ barked in Klingon. *1

BJ's remark raised Will's brow and a smirk at the corner of the mouth.

"Impressive for a Human whore, I didn't think Starfleet were so desperate to fill the ranks they would go so low as that." Commander D'ghod replied.

BJ went to the tactical station and activated it, then brought the torpedo launchers online. "tlhoch, reH qatlho'. po'law' loD puS reH!" *2

"Commander D'ghod, you don't want our help thats fine. I have other things to waste my time on. If you want me to stop her from blowing you out of the stars then I want to know something."

"I'm not some honourless Human, why would I tell you anything."

"Alright." Will shrugged. He walked back to his chair. "Lock on to the warp core. Helm, back us away I don't want to be scraping Klingon from my bow."

"qa'lI' lo'laHbe' vIngeHlI' ghe''or. vanwIj qa''a'pu'vaD 'ach qeylIS HoH," BJ yelled a the Klingon. *3

"You dare fire on an ally?"

"Commander you are on your way to a meeting, a long with several others like myself. I however want to know where the meeting is."

"I will tell you nothing." Then the link went dead. The Klingon clearly expended his patience with the Starfleet officers.

BJ loaded one of the dummy torpedoes that had a low yield warhead that was designed more for shock and awe than damage and fired it across the port bowl of the Klingon ship. "Well hmph. I missed. But now I have the firing solution for their bridge, Commodore," she said as it detonated in a massive blaze of white light.

The familiar chirp of an incoming signal could be heard, Will knew who is was. He waited, and waited, looked around the Bridge a few times before giving a hand gesture to open the channel.

"YOU DARE!!!!"

"Commander, you are going to tell me what I want to know and your going to tell me quickly because if you don't I'm going to destroy you. I am going to scatter your remains across the sector, I will tell stories about how Commander D'ghod was beaten by Starfleet, that the shame and dishonour will be so great not only will they have to put your entire house to the blade just to end your dishonour but I will burn this moment into the racial memory of your people that will have songs written about it for the ages."

Will took a step or two towards the viewscreen. "Now, I'm through wasting my time with you, I couldn't care less about you or your ship. I know you are on your way to a meeting, I want to know where or I'm going to have my Commander here pull your ship apart one deck plate at a time." He paused again. "You are no match for me, it will not be an honourable death because history is written by the victors and I will write you died with such shame, such disgrace, such cowardice your name will be remembered for it."

"This is your last change," BJ said as she loaded up some real photon torpedoes and brought the phaser banks online as she deliberately targeted the Klingon ship's engine room and bridge.

"The Federation is truly without honour. No wonder it is weak, plays diplomat where a warrior is needed. Want's to talk peace instead of fight."

"I offered my help, you refused. There is no shame in it yet you turned it down. Klingons are known for just taking what they want, it's funny that you should be so offended when someone is poised to do it to you." Will replied. "Now, are you going to tell me what I want, or are you going to damn your entire house and shame the empire?" Will knew the Commander was going to die, he knew enough about Klingon ways to know that a Captain can be killed if certain conditions are met. So by his hand or his First Officer's, as long as he got the information, he didn't care.

Will could see the thought working the Klingon over, the little muscle twitches, no doubt the grinding of the teeth, the fist against the arm rest. Then came a chirp, something had been sent to them. Then the link went dead.

"We have coordinates." The Communications officer said.

Will couldn't know if they were accurate, but had to take the chance they were. "Helm, plot a course, maximum warp. Engage when ready."

"Thank you," BJ said with a smirk. "The solution to your problem is being sent over as well," she told the Klingon, knowing it would take them hours to fix it.

OOC Klingon: 1) Filthy mongrels. You sit dead in the water and you refuse help? Perhaps we should put the word out that a helpless vessel such as yours is prime for scavenging

Klingon 2) Miserable dog. I am more of a man than you will ever be!

Klingon 3) I'll send your worthless souls to Gre'thor. I would tell you pray, but you killed your gods

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