A Bird of Prey decloaks....(Open RP)

Prologue:

Shor walked out of the bar....he was proud as a Klingon should be, he had just brawled with an arrogant Romulan who dared to defy him,
and he was heading towards the transporter room.

But suddenly.....something he had never thought he'd see again appeared from the shadows. A Gorn of immense size could be seen.

Shor's mouth opened in awe, his eyes widened, and his body quivered with fear that such an enemy could return from the dead.
In his panic he approached the monster with disruptor pistol drawn....

He demanded that the Gorn identify itself.....

He shouted violently: WHO ARE YOU!!!

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The two enemies stood there before each other.....the confrontation was too much to describe in words.

There was Riles......defying death itself.


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The next few moments were a nightmare for the Klingon, as the Gorn thrashed him senselessly.

The Klingon barely escaped....and he knew it was only because Riles had allowed it....


and he knew....though he hated it.....he knew what he must do next.


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48 hours later.......


A K'Tang Class Bird of Prey decloaked from the shadows of space, just outside of the Patrol Sweeps of Outpost Argo....


"How long do you think it will be, before they see us Captain?" Asked a Klingon to Shor, who appeared to be his first officer.


"Not long my Brother....Starfleet is paranoid.....and these ones will not hesitate" Shor replied with certainty.


"Shall we raise our shields? What if they do not listen to our reasoning?"


"They will not attack us unprovoked....that is not their way.....and what we have to give them is more valuable than taking us prisoner.."


So the Bird of Prey sat there....waiting for any to pick up on their signal.

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The ship was silent, running dark within the void of space. The signal was strong and easy to track. The K'Tang was obviously waiting for somebody. Decloaked? No shields? An easy target...

"Do we fire?" A deep voice asks amidst the quiet. Moments pass before another, raspy, mechanical voice responds.

"No. We observe. We report. We wait... for now."

And the ship does, cloaked nearby, watched the K'Tang with interest.
Shor walked into his quarters, he drew his small blade and drew a small cut onto his hand.

He kneeled before his altar, looking up with hope and fear. "Kahless....today I implore you, that today I must ally with my enemy, to defeat a greater enemy. You know my allegiance, you know my loyalties. That it is with the Klingon Empire that I shed my blood, and that is for the honor of my living and fallen brothers that I will die. Should I die with the appearance of dishonor, let me be lifted from the weights of despair, and let me see Stovokor. "

"Words are words....but where my heart lies, is in the Klingon way, and I shall NOT bow my head before a hissing serpent who means only to deceive and manipulate the Empire which I love so dearly"

"No....I shall fight him to death".

"So Kahless....I implore you....give me guidance"

The Klingon bowed his head, his face filled with uncertainty but also with courage, his teeth gnarled and his fists closed. He knew his goal.
The U.S.S. Zeiko was an older Miranda Class starship, pulled out of mothballs to supplement the Federation's thinly stretched fleet. It didn't have the latest and greatest components, but it could deter most raiders with what it did have, earning it the opportunity of escorting mundane supply freighters. The Captain of the Zeiko, Patrick Harshiff was an older, rotund Bolian who spent most of his career comfortably pushing papers behind a desk, advancing in rank due to years served. It wasn't until Captain Harshiff had an affair with his superior's wife that he found himself in command of a mothballed ship escorting non-vital items through sector space. The crew of the Zeiko was mostly raw cadets who weren't able to get a post on another ship, for one reason or another. So they volunteer their time keeping the Zeiko from falling apart, hoping to earn enough recognition and experience to be eventually reassigned.

It was just another mundane run with two freighters to protect; one filled with toiletries and another with donated holonovels. True, to some on the front lines, these were important items to help make life more bearable. But to raiders, attacking a ship full of toilet paper was nothing to brag about. So the Zeiko, under the skillful command of Captain Harshiff, led a rather uneventful life.

Until the K'Tang showed up on their sensors. It happened just as Harshiff was dining on his favorite pastry and tea on the bridge; which promptly sprayed all over the lieutenant seated before him when the good Captain leapt from his command chair and screamed at the view screen. "That's impossible! This can't be happening! Check your sensors again! Oh... oh... This doesn't look good! Raise shields! Power up the weapons! What do you mean the torpedoes won't load? Whose idea was it to take them offline? Mine? Really? No, I'm sure I didn't... Phasers! Power all phasers... what? Well, get the banks that do work powered up! Bank three did what? I'll not have excuses! I don't care if there's a fire! That's what extinguishers are for!"

Captain Harshiff looks at the screen nervously, slowly pushing himself back into the command chair. "Whose sector is this? Yes, we can do that! Send out a distress beacon! To... who was it? Fargin? Argin? Oh, right, Argo! Yes, yes, send a subspace hail. Tell them we've encountered a Klingon K'Tang that was lying in wait for our convoy. We have two freighters in jeopardy. Send help!"

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Nearby, a cloaked ship intercepts the hail curiously. Confused looks pass between officers on the bridge. Why would the K'Tang be meeting with these freighters? Protected by a ship best used for target practice?

With a wave of their hand, the Captain silences the bridge. "I suspect this is a ruse of some kind. Continue to observe. Be ready to strike..."
Captain Webster was sat in a chair in the lounge area of Argo when a Subspace hail came in. As the senior officer on base, he answered it.
"Sir, a message from the Zeiko. They have run into a Klingon Bird of Prey and requesting assistance. They report that two freighters are at risk."
"understood. Inform the Vanguard to prepare to move out."
Captain Webster left the Ops Room and jogged to the transporter pad. Beaming straight to the Vanguard's bridge, he gave orders.
"Red Alert. Bring the ACT's online. Prepare all Phaser banks. Set course for the U.S.S Zeiko and engage and maximum warp."

Captain Webster sat in his chair, watching the stars stream by as the Vanguard was enroute to the Zeiko, once more glad to be in command of the Galaxy Class.
"Sir.....a Federation Light cruiser has seen us, they're sending out a distress signal".

"Mmmmmm....they might be panicking, their ship is no match for our firepower. Raise shields and Hail them" The Klingon Captain gave his orders with a grim look on his face.

He looked upwards, hoping that Kahless would guide him on this risky road.
The mighty Galaxy Class dropped out of warp 20,000km from the Zeiko and the Bird of Prey.
"Target the Bird of Prey. Send a message to the Zeiko to get both themselves and the freighter's out of here. Auxillary power to shields. Open a channel to the Bird of Prey." Captain Webster ordered, standing in the middle of the bridge.
"Channel open, sir."
"Klingon vessel, this is Captain Webster of the Starship Vanguard. State your intentions. If you do not, you will be treated as hostile and fired upon. You have 30 seconds to reply to this message."

Captain Webster cut the channel then watched the Bird of Prey on the viewscreen, preparing for battle.
"They are threatening to fire on us if we do not state our intentions sir"


"Open the channel, let them see us on-screen"

Shor stood up, looking fierce and pissed off as a Klingon would be expected to.

"Captain Webster.....I am Captain Shor, we have not come here to instigate violence, or else we already would
have done so.....I am here for one sole purpose....I need your help, and I believe you may need my help as well.

I will not surrender my vessel, and if you do fire upon my ship, we will intiate our cloaking device, and you shall
never hear from us again.

But the information I can provide....may be valuable to you.... it is your decision....I give you 1 minute to decide...before
I disappear forever from your grasp."
Captain Webster smirked. He knew the Klingon's could not hide from a ACT, even under cloak, but a Klingon, this deep in Federation space? That bore investigation.
"Captain Shor, you will power down your ship. Including warp drive. Once this is done, I will lower the Vanguard's shields. From there you will beam aboard and discuss this. From one soldier to another, you have my word that you will be treated as a officer of rank warrants. However, I will NOT deactivate my weapons until you are aboard the Vanguard. Operational security. You understand."
"And what is the word of a Starfleet Officer worth?......no, I have risked my ship far too much. I will keep my ship powered up....it's weapons cannot match you....and it's shields can be penetrated by you....it's only hope to live would be to run....I will transport to your ship through a shuttle. If treachery occurs....I will accept my death today....but my ship and my worthy crew may escape....

I will not be your prisoner....but we are here to.....help you fight Strike Force Kargas."

He speaks these words with some shame in his tongue. The embarrassment on his face could be seen to be quite clear.


"Will this method of transportation to your ship be....acceptable?"
Captain Webster thinls for a moment. "Indeed Captain. I will ha e an assault team escort you to my Ready room and the Vanguard will escort your ship to my base of Operations. It would not do for another Empire warrior to discover us."

Captain Webster then stood. "Captain I am deactivating my weapons. I want your word as a warrior, that my ship is safe. "
"I swear upon Kahless, upon Sto'Vo'Kor....that your ship is safe from me, and that I have no allies waiting to try to kill you"

With that, the screen goes black, transmission is cut.

A Klingon shuttle begins flying towards the Galaxy Class cruiser. It docks.....and an unarmed Klingon can be seen as the ramp opens down.
The assault team step forward and assume their appropiate positions. The leader then addresses the Klingon.
"Captain, Captain Webster has stated your are to be afforded all the rights of your rank and station. If yku would please follow me." The 8 man team then escorts tje Klingon theough multiple corridors and passed dozens of armed Starfleet officers. Finally they reach the Ready Room.
"Ah, Captain. Welcome aboard."
"Mmmmm....yes....I am aboard." The Klingon says with a sneer. "Now....ask me your questions, for I am sure they are many"
Captain Harshiff listened intently to the com chatter between the ships. With the quick arrival of the Vanguard, he sighed with visible relief that he'd get to live another day. He was no match for the K'Tang, but a Galaxy Class? That was another story. He signaled the freighters to veer off and let Task Force Argo deal with the situation. He watched with amused interest as he saw the Klingon shuttle dock with the Vanguard. At first, he thought his luck had really run afoul. Now, perhaps, he was wrong. Perhaps he was at a momentous point in history? Perhaps this was all a good sign?

"U.S.S. Vanguard, this is Captain Harshiff. Thank you for your assistance. If we can be of any assistance, let us know. Otherwise, we'll be on our way. Helm, signal the freighters. We're leaving." He smiled broadly, reclined in his command chair, and signaled for a new cup of tea to be poured. Perhaps, this wasn't so bad. But then he froze as alarms blazed suddenly. His eyes widened in horror as a full volley spread of torpedoes erupted into the combined ships. While the K'tang and Vanguard were the obvious targets, receiving the brunt of the barrage, he watched transfixed as a stray torpedo veered straight towards his command deck...

With cold, calculated precision... the Mogai Heavy Warbird decloaks and unleashes hell on the unsuspecting ships...
On the bridge of the Bird of Prey, there is the First Officer waiting patiently for what
will happen as his Captain negotiates with Starfleet.

Suddenly the Mogai Warbird decloaks. "Sir!" an Officer reports to the Acting Klingon Captain, "A Mogai is decloaking"
"They're opening fire!"

The Acting Captains eyes widen sharply, he shouts in reaction. "Take Evasive manuvears! Fire our Disruptors!"
The surprise attack is too sudden, the plasma bursts hit the Bird of Prey, doing moderate damage to their aft shields, but it could be seen that the brunt of the attack was mean't for the Galaxy Class cruiser.

The bridge shook violently, and officers on the bridge grabbed hold of something to maintain their balance.
The First Officer was unwavering, he was rageful.

The Bird of Prey returned fire, it's disruptor bursts violently targeting the Romulan ship.

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As the initial barrage riddles the Galaxy Class; U.S.S. Vanguard, the Mogai's shields withstand the brunt of the Bird of Prey's retaliation. Nearby, the U.S.S. Zeiko's saucer section is ablaze, debris and bodies floating off into space, as it begins to drift dangerously close to one of the freighters. Veering away from the Galaxy, the Mogai emits a particle burst while jettisoning a spread of cloaked mines, directly in the path of the pursuing Bird of Prey. Content the burst and mines will confuse and damage their attacker further, the Mogai recloaks... apparently to assess the damage and confusion of their ambush. But all Captains get the feeling that this is far from over...

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"Goddamn it! Report!" Captain Webster bellows at his command staff.
"Sir no major damage. This isn't the first time a Romulan ba****d has got the jump on us."
"Get the shields back online! Fire a full phaser spread, zero elevation! Follow up with photon bursts! Fire an ACT!"
The ACT or Anti-Cloak Torpedo, is a device attached to the guidance system of a Mk XI Torpedo casing that can track a cloak ship. However, firing more than one in the space of three minutes leads to confusion between the tracking systems.
Captain Webster growls.
"Scramble all Tachyon Sensors. Get the Peregrine's in the black! I want the Mogai gone! Hail the Bird of Prey, tell them to use the Vanguard as a bracket and focus their disruptor fire on our impacts!"

Captain Webster sits back in his chair, his mind going to his universe, his war, and all the information on the Mogai comes to the forefront of his mind.

"Engineering, vent warp plasma, helm I want that plasma to for a barrier around the Vanguard and the Bird of Prey. If that Mogai enters the field, fire everything!"
Shor looked proud when he saw his ship firing back at the Mogai, but also concerned.

He heard Webster give the order to throw out the ACT and said "When you get the coordinates, give them to my ships crew....they will aid you with this treachery"


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Meanwhile......the distress call which the Zeiko had given out had been given enough time to reach other ships assigned to Outpost Argo's defense.

Among these ships would be the following:

The U.S.S. William Decker

The U.S.S. Azorious

The U.S.S. Mabel

The U.S.S. Coraleigh

The U.S.S. Bagheera

The U.S.S. Dan Daly

The U.S.S. Imperator

as well as any other ship that was in close proxmity or docked to Outpost Argo at the time.
((So in other words, all the Captains of the ships mentioned here can participate in the roleplay, and anyone who's ship
happens to be near Outpost Argo at the time))


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Upon the bridge of the U.S.S. Mabel, Captain Areyis was sitting in his quarters and gently sipping a cup of Vulcan tea, next to him
was a bowl of delicious Plomeek soup, which he would eat while he enjoyed his precious tea.

His computer-comm began to beep. He activated it.

"Captain, the U.S.S. Zeiko has sent out a distress signal, they say they're being attacked by a Klingon Bird of Prey"


Areyis did not hesitate, he quickly got up, bringing his tea with him he went up to the bridge. When the turbolift door opened,
he raised an eyebrow to see that virtually every single one of his bridge officers had a cup of coffee next to their console.

He approached his first officer thusly. "Commander, for what reason is it that you and everyone else has taken the liberty of drinking beverages upon this bridge?"

"They just assumed that if you do it.....they must be allowed to sir"

An Awkward pause occurs....Areyis simply stares blankly at his first officer.



Everyone suddenly turned their attention to the conversation between Areyis and his first officer, a look of fear on their faces, that their privilege of drinks on the bridge might be taken away.

Areyis turned to observe everyone for a minute, and everyone cringed a bit when his gaze looked their way.

Finally the Vulcan turned to his First Officer. "Very well, drinks may be permitted by all bridge officers....but no alchohol will be permited in any shape or form, is that understood?"


"Yes sir!" The Commander replied with sincere joy and went back to her seat, and took a sip from her cup of berry-juice.

Areyis sat down in his Captains chair and activated his ship-wide comm. The speakers could be heard across the ship.

"Attention crew of the U.S.S. Mabel, as you may have heard, a distress signal has been given just outside the Patrol border of
Outpost Argo that a Bird of Prey has attacked a shipment of Freighters. It is possible that this distress signal was given as a trap,
therefore I wish all crewmembers to be ready to defend against any boarding party that may attempt to overtake the Mabel.

We are now going into Red Alert, prepare combat stations"


Areyis sipped his tea after that lengthy and dramatic introduction to the situation.

"Sir, plotted in coordinates, ready for Warp......and informed Outpost Argo that we are engaging the distress signal."


"Engage"


and with that the Mabel sped off towards the location of the distress signal




"Captain, co-ordinates received. ACT prepped and ready!" Lieutenant Commander Davis says, her hand hovering of the trigger, as it were.
"Relay the co-ordinates to the Bird of Prey. Inform Outpost Argo that we have been engaged by a Romulan Heavy Cruiser. Fire everything as soon as the ACT impacts."
Lt.Cmdr. Davis fires the ACT, which after 7 seconds turns about and flies straight under the Vanguard, slamming into the port wing of the cloaked ship.
"Confirmed hit. They....They're below us, Captain!"
"Roll programme, 180 degress port! Fire everything!"
The Vanguard lit up all its weapons, multiple phaser's leaping from the array on the saucer while photon and quantum torpedo's left their launchers.

The cloaked Mogai was riddled with fire, but was able to bring her shields online and return fire.

Meanwhile, a message was winging it's way through subspace.

"Argo Command, U.S.S. Vanguard and allied Klingon Bird of Prey engaged by Romulan Warbird. Requesting assistance. Recommend dropping from Warp at Red Alert. Message repeats.'