A Cloaked Bird of Prey sits in the nothingness of Space. Inside it's Captain gives commands.
Shor sits in his command chair, looking to his Lieutenant
Anything yet? he asks
Nothing sir....wait....two ships coming out of Warp!
What class? Shor asks loudly, a smile suddenly appearing on his face
Centaur....and Saber Class Escorts
They must be scouting, said the Klingon Captain, smiling to himself,
Do you see anything else on scanners?
I'm picking something up....looks like Federation Freighters.....just like you said.
Are they in range?
Yes Sir.
.....Contact the Orion and tell her we're engaging....decloak and fire disruptors on the Saber Class
Direct hit sir! There's damage to their hull!
Jam their transmissions!
The Centaur Class is firing on us sir!
Take evasive manuvears!
Too late! Our Shields are down to 70%
Reinforce forward shields and fire....and where the hell is that Orion?
Azatsinae Metraldaron sat aboard the cavernous bridge of her Vo'Quv class carrier: The Barge of Death. She'd foregone a more traditional klingon name in favor of broadly and publicly stating the true and total purpose of her ship and her mission in life: to kill. She was quite good at it, and so was her crew. Her previous vessel had been a carrier of orion manufacture, with only a single bay. She'd had to pick and choose what craft to take into battle then. Now, though. She had bigger teeth, and more of them: a Vo'Quv had the capacity to launch B'rell class birds of prey, and the massive ship had two hangars!
As the Barge of Death dropped out of warp, she came barreling in from behind the now sub-light speed freighters, and she wasn't slowing down.
On the bridge, Orders were being given to her furiously busy crew:
Flight control: Drop both wings of Orion Slavers on the freighters. Dispatch the B'rell wings with orders to assist Shor with his escorts.
Engineering: Deploy the Aceton Asimilators as we pass above the convoy.
Operations: When they are in range, fire the Magnetometric Generator on the freighters. I want easy pickings for the slaver crews.
Science: Target a Gravity Well on the Centaur and drop it when you've a solution.
Medical: Prepare for casualties.
Security: Prepare boarding parties, detention cells, and prize crews.
It was a calculated, careful, and controlled: just the way Aza enjoyed her slice of Chaos. Controlled for her side, chaos and desperation for the other. And it went off without a hitch.
A burst of Magnetometric energy splashed the civilian vessels, easily overpowering many of their systems and sending the beleagured crews into frantic panic as they tried to reestablish positive controll over their ships. As the Barge of Death powered past the freighters, hangar doors popped open, disgorging 6 Orion Slaver craft to swarm the freighters. A hatch irised open near the aft end of the engineering hull, through which was deployed a powerfull, dangerous Aceton Assimilator. Freighter Captains paled as they watched their energy reserves dwindle into nothingness to power the assimilator's powerful Radiation Conversion Engines. Larger bay doors soon opened, disgorging a quartet of birds of prey, smaller than Shor's own vessel, but powerful in their own right. And as the ship closed with the escorts, a burst of energy lanced out from her prow, ripping open a gravitic rift behind the Centaur.
"Have fun!" Aza called to Shor over the comms. "You wanted a fight: you got one!" With that said, and her assistance gifted, Aza turned to her bridge crew once again. "Helm: Full reverse and hard-a-port! Bring us up to the freighters. Ops, open up a channel, I want to see the whites of their captain's eyes!"
The Saber Class ship fired it's phasers, trying to somehow compensate for it's dropped shields.
Move around it's flank and fire disruptors again! Cripple it! Shor barked his order, sneering viciously at the Federation ship
The Bird of Prey circled around the phaser fire, letting loose with it's barrage of attacks
Sir! The Orion's ship has dropped out of warp and is securing the Freighters!
Good! Shor said with a smile
The Saber Class's weapons are offline! Another officer reported
The Centaur Class has locked phasers! They're firing!
The bridge of Bird of Prey shakes, everyone grabs onto something.
Lock our torpedoes! Shor orders his men.
Sir! Several B'rell Class Bird of Prey are coming to assist us!
Rather than react with joy, Shor's infuriation seems apparent.
Warn them not to destroy the Federation ships! I want prisoners!
The Squadron fires several disruptors at the Centaur Class. The repeated
attacks are too much, the frigate is crippled.
Shor laughs obnoxiously in his triumph.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAH!!!!
HAIL THEM, tell them to prepare for boarding, and unconditional surrender....
The rest is routine.....the Klingons board the ship, Officers are taken Prisoner. Regular crewmen and ensigns are left
on the Starfleet Frigates.
When the Prisoners beam aboard Shor's ship.....Shor's ship opens a channel to the Vo'quv Carrier.
The rest of them are yours, Shor says to Az through the comm.
You fought well. I honor your assistance.