On an open grassy field, scattered with rubble and flame. A light smoke filled the air with a forest standing in the back drop. The bright sun beamed down as there was a loud distinct sound of metal clashing with metal. General Wrot'Ka used his bat'leth to deflect an unusual sword from an unknown enemy. With one more quick fluid motion, Wrot'Ka finished his opponent.
From the side, a screaming Samurai sprinted towards the General. Their blades smash against each other in a beautiful display of their skills. The bulky Klingon forced the tip of the Samurai sword to the dirt, he followed this by driving his elbow into the face of the human. With his attacker off balance, Wrot'Ka twirled and drove his bat'leth into the back of the Samurai's leg and brought him to the ground. The skilled Klingon warrior quickly raised his bat'leth high and drove it into the chest of his enemy.
Without warning, two more opponents sprinted at Wrot'Ka, one was a Klingon while the other was a Vulcan. Both swung their sharp weapons as they tried to defeat the General. He blocked, kicked, punched, and head-butted his enemies. Before Wrot'Ka was able to eliminate the attackers, an unknown large alien charged with a giant axe. Swinging his bat'leth, and striking when he could, the General did his best to hold his enemies at bay. He decapitated the Vulcan and blocked a powerful strike from the aliens axe. Two more aliens, a Nausicaan and a Trill, entered the fray.
Battling four enemies proved to much, a blade entered through Wrot'Ka's back and protruded out through his stomach. There was a noise nearby that did not fit the scene, it went mostly unnoticed by Wrot'Ka who was dealing with having been mortally wounded. The General quickly gripped the blade protruding from his belly and prevented the attacker from pulling it out. He snapped his head backwards and drove his skull into the face of the nameless alien and followed it with a strong mule kick to the aliens groin area.
With both hands back on his bat'leth, the General returned to defending himself from the others when a voice called out from the side. "Computer, freeze program." With his training stopped, Wrot'Ka pulled the holographic blade in his gut out from the side and dropped it to the ground. The General turned around, sweating and out of breath, he saw Lady Karana standing in the archway of the holodeck. Wrot'Ka tried to speak but was to out of breath. Karana decided to make conversation, "I see you have started using the safety protocols for your training." She looked down at the blade that had pierced the head of her House. "A wise move."
"To die in combat is honorable," Wrot'Ka was slowly regaining his breath as he brushed the sweat off his ridges, "to die in combat against a hologram is not."
Lady Karana nodded. If she was here she had important information, she would not bother him otherwise. She was the only other surviving member of the house of Wrot'Ka, a mate to the General's now dead brother. She was a skilled warrior and a trained officer, but her duties were that of an aid to the General. "We have received two distress calls... and an unusual message. All have been relayed to us from the High Council who wishes us to handle it. No doubt, it is due to your Nobel status as a skilled ambassador to the Romulans." Lady Karana informed Wrot'Ka of this as she picked a towel off the ground and handed it to him. She also picked up his baldric and the General's battle decorated shoulder sash and held onto them.
The General shot her a look as he took the towel. "What is the nature of the distress calls?" He asked.
"One is from a Klingon ship." Karana explained. "The other... requires you to see it to believe it."
With a curious look on his face he began to leave the holodeck. Walking with Karana he asked, "And the 'unusual' message?"
Karana, with obvious confidence and her usual cold tone replied, "That also falls into a category of you needing to read it to believe for yourself."
As the two rode the lift to the bridge of the Lukara II Lady Karana handed the General his baldric and battle decorations. He managed to put them on just before the doors opened. As they entered the bridge Karana shouted, "Bridge, attention!" The bridge crew jumped to attention but Wrot'Ka gave a dismissive hand wave to put them back to work. He proceeded over to one of the computer stations.
Colonel Bur and the ships designated android, who Wrot'Ka refused to name as it was nothing more than a machine, stood near the console as a random Orion operated it.
"General," Colonel But spoke calmly. As the ships First Officer Bur was experienced enough to maintain his composure in any situation. "The High Command has just forwarded us a rather unique situation. At 0252 hours, the Empire detected a distress call directed towards Imperial territory. The origin of the distress signal comes from the Moret Kingdom."
Wrot'Ka, slightly confused, asked bluntly, "Moret Kingdom?"
The female android spoke up. Like all androids, she had a plethora of knowledge on nearly every topic. "The Moret Kingdom is located 10.4 parsecs off of Imperial territory, on the opposite side of our border with the United Federation of Planets. In the Year of Kahlass 638 (2012 AD) the Klingon Empire first encountered the Moret Kingdom. Ruled by one race, the Morets, over half a dozen inhabited planets reside within the Moret Kingdom. Upon first contact, both the Empire and the Kingdom were expanding their respective territories and thus hostilities ensued. A war between the Klingon Empire and the Moret Kingdom lasted for 14 years before both sides agreed to a cease-fire. Under the conditions of the cease fire, neither government was allowed to possess territory or travel within 10 parsecs of the other. This was decided given that neither side had gained ground and both the Empire and the Kingdom considered each other honorable warriors. The Klingon Empire and the Moret Kingdom have not had contact with each other since the end of the war 384 years ago, neither side has violated the peace agreement out of respect for both sides being an honorable warrior society."
Clearly not wanting a history lesson, Wrot'Ka gave his android an annoyed look before returning his attention to Colonel Bur. "Why would they send us a distress call then?"
"It appears the Moret Kingdom is fighting a loosing war against an alien race we have not yet encountered." Bur explained in a monotone voice. "The distress signal indicated that they have already lost half of their member worlds and that their space fleet is decimated. They are requesting assistance... specifically from us." The General remained quiet yet showed a wide eyed response. One does not expect an old enemy, for whom no contact has been had with in nearly 4 centuries, to suddenly request help. The Colonel continued, "The High Command authorized a combat team of ships to enter the 'Demilitarized Zone'(the 10 parsec buffer) to investigate. Of the 3 Imperial ships we have sent, 2 were destroyed and the last one is heavily damaged. It sent out a distress call. It is currently surrounded by ships of this unknown alien race at war with the Moret Kingdom. These aliens call themselves the Reltin Union... and they are the one who sent us the message, General."
Wrot'Ka rubbed his ridges briefly, "A ransom? Have they declared war on us as well?"
Colonel Bur straightened his posture and took a deep breath. "They sent an apology."
"What!?" Wrot'Ka didn't understand.
The General's first officer explained, "They believed the ships to have belonged to the Moret Kingdom and attacked. Once they realized the distress signal sent was not in a language that is spoken in the Moret Kingdom they realized they had made an error. They have since assisted in repairing the remaining Imperial ship and have also provided medical attention to it's crew. However... they have decided to claim the 'Demilitarized Zone' as part of their territory that they have rightfully won from the Morets. They have requested to meet with representatives of the Empire to discuss terms and conditions of this space as well as return our vessel to us."
General Wrot'Ka stood there quietly as his officers around him waited for a response. He wasn't exactly sure how to handle this situation. Clearly they had attacked us, but that was an accident. Now they want territory right off our border. And who is the Reltin Union? Why have they gone to war with the Morets? "Notify the Strike Force." Wrot'Ka ordered. "I want all available ships as a show of force. Helm! Set course for our disabled ship. Warp 7."
[OOC]
This will be a SFK story arc that is scheduled to last approximately 3 weekends. It will run at our usual 8:30pm EST on Saturday night RP slot. It will be more diplomatic than what most are used to. More rules/guides will be posted so that maximum participation during events is reached.
This will present to us a situation that will require more than just a sharp blade and powerful torpedo. All individuals are encouraged to participate as their input and observations will be crucial.
This will also have an open ending. The direction SFK members take it will dictate 1 of the 6+ possible outcomes.