Subject: (Fanfic) Scylla and Charybdis
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 02:47:23 -0700
From: "Colin'The Yosemite Bear'Witz" <ybear@inreach.com>
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars




    K'veld picked up the human artifact, blurred by time, dog eared from
re-reading,  it reminded him that his mother's people were once great warriors
too, before they had forgotten their traditions and banned the likes of Homer.
He loved this part, truly Klingon in it's mastery, the brave warrior locks the
pretenders into a room with him, throwing spears so hard that they would pierce
the walls and doors.  Truly a soul of a Klingon.

    He placed the book back in it's place among the others, in the hard one
Heirchy of a Klingon warship, any sign of weakness could be fatal, and few of
his fellow warriors would believe that anything honorable and warlike could come
from the planet Sol.  He had found a collection of Books and disks from that
planet long banned by the authorities smuggled in by Orions at a telling price,
but their information into the basis of a great strategy against those
creatures, that had polluted his blood, through their corruption of his father,
It was a good thing that she had died bringing him forth he used to say, when
his father was not around,  better not to have to live with the shame of having
a weak human around while the warriors tended their battle circles.  He may have
thought so as an angry child, but not anymore, still it was his place to put
down a woman who he had never known, all part of the job of being the Captain of
a B'rel class scout vessel.  Officially hunting for Pirates in the so called
"Badlands" in service of the patron house's merchant interests.  More often it
was smuggling Romulon Ale over to that toad of a Ferengi on the Torach'Nor.
Hell the scum had even tried to steal a cloaking device from another Klingon
Vessel.

    Still K'veld had been doing good, but not good enough by the standards of
his fellow warriors, sure they all could have done better, they were after all
"Pure Klingons" what a load of ---

    "An Orion trader and a Romulon battleship have uncloaked near by." announced
the crewman manning the weapons consol.

    Proof indeed that someone in the Romulon Empire was hedging their bets by
giving some support to these Maquis Pirates, besides they had to be getting
their Isseks from somewhere, in order to buy Orion ships, weapons and supplies,
sympathetic federation officers could only get a terrorist group so far.  The
ship it's self and the sensor logs would be enough, for anyone but his crew,
they would want glory and battle.

    "While were still cloaked get close to that Orion, and release a shuttle,
set on timed detonate, I want their sensors blinded when we uncloak, they will
Expend their first volley's on each other.  Sure the Nuclear detonation of the
shuttle craft would disrupt their cloaking device but the crew would never let
him get away without attacking the Romulon Ship, and it gave them the best
chance of survival.  (Thinking back to the Human computer game disk, in his
hidden place, "Become Formless" this Sun Tzu mast have foreseen the advent of
cloaked warships for certain). Firing off phasors and photon bursts he saw that
his first volley had disabled the Orion vessel, but that just left the monstrous
Romulon chasing after them.
    <Hard about, and Cloak.> He Shouted
    <They will be able to track our emissions once they recover, what are you
buying us.>
    <Just get me to that Asteroid Field near the Singularity, then we shall make
our stand.>
    They pushed their warp engines with the Romulon in hot pursuit pounding them
with their own torpedoes, however the plasma cores quickly burned out at warp
speeds, and the damage was minimal.  The singularity brought their warp drive
into a sudden halt, as safety overrides kicked in, Taking control of the helm he
pushed his tiny ship's maneuverability to it's limits, shutting weapons offline,
for more shielding and sublight speed.
    <Just like a HUMAN, you RUN from the Enemy still!> shouted his first
officer, as he suddenly jinxed around an asteroid, the shockwave as the rock
absorbed the Romulon's fury knocking his inquisition off his feet.  K'veld
grinned, teeth bared, now let the Romulon into my little trap.
    <Space Dust and fragments are depleting our Shields, our mass and our
impulse drives are drawing some of the rocks toward us! Now look what you have
done, HUMAN!>His angered first officer growled accusingly.
    <We have the maneuverability to evade the rocks even at this speed, and if
we keep our present course with erratic maneuvers, we should gain a little boost
as we skirt the singularity.  The Romulon Battleship is too large to avoid the
rocks, and it's drive source will react to the natural singularity in ways ours
will not.>  He grinned as he prepared to deal with the traitor.
    The crew knew he was right as a burst of acceleration sent them forward past
the yawning chasm.  The large warship was not so lucky, her drives were loosing
ground and her shields were failing from the constant assault of the Rocks.
Preparing genetic stabilizers to stop cancerous growths, he stood waiting to
board the trapped foe, the battle and Plunder would be good, and he had to give
his human side some credit, where else but from Homer would he have gotten the
idea of threading Scylla and Charybdis.