Captain Jonathan Archer
April 1, 2151
He opened the hatch of his vessel and looked out, he was surrounded by nothing but green. He must have crashed in some sort of forest. But he had never seen a forest with trees this small. They barely were taller then his seven foot frame. But Klang didn’t have time to think about this, as a particle beam just missed him hitting the hull of his ship. It was soon followed by others. He needed to move, try to separate his pursuers or find some way of turning the tables on them. So for now he ran.
He ran for several minutes, dodging weapons fire, until finally he came to a clearing. It contained a tall cylindrical structure. As he looked around he found a doorway which he opened and entered, locking it behind him. He knew that door wouldn’t stop his pursuers, all it would do was slow them down. And fortunately that’s all he needed.
He could hear them pound the door as he climbed the stairs inside the structure. But he waited at the window looking at the door until he saw the maroon uniform, sliding under the door, soon followed by the rest of the body of one of the Suliban. He jumped from the window just as the one Suliban was opening the door for the other. He ran a few meters away and turned around and fired his disruptor, causing the silo to explode along with everything inside of it.
He hadn’t expected the explosion to be so massive, obviously whatever was contained in the structure had to have had some rather combustible elements. He slowly began getting to his feet, looking around for his weapon when he heard something. He turned around to see a rather puny man holding a weapon of some sort. He lunged at the man hoping to take it away from him. However he didn’t realize was that the man was once a soldier of the Terran Empire. And even though he was now retired, his instincts were still sharp and he fired his plasma rifle hitting Klang center mass.
April 13th, 2151
:Starfleet Medical:
Captain Jonathan Archer had just arrived in time to hear Admiral Black of Starfleet Intelligence telling Admirals Forest and Gardner something about a Klingot and stealth technology. He had no idea what they were talking about, or why he had been ordered here. Especially when Enterprise was still three weeks from launch.
“Captain Jonathan Archer reporting as ordered sir!” he said as he placed his fist over his chest and then straightened out his arm in the standard Imperial salute.
“Ah Jon. I think you know everyone.”
“Not everyone. Who’s he or better yet what’s he?” Archer asked looking through the observation glass.
“He is a Klingon and from what we’ve been told his name is Klang. Apparently a courier of some kind. It took us several days to get that much out of him But once he started he didn’t stop.”
“Never heard of them” Archer said.
“We found information on them in the old Vulcan database. They’re a warrior species, much like us. They’ve conquered hundreds of planets in the Beta quadrant.”
“Are they a threat to us?” Archer asked, he never took his eyes of the… Klingon who was
under going some sort of medical procedure in the other room.
Admiral Forest hesitated for a moment. “Possibly, which is why we’ve called you here. Our interrogation has revealed that the Klingon Empire is on the verge of Civil War. From what we’ve read in the database, this isn’t unusual they routinely fight amongst themselves for power. However according to Klang, the current Chancellor has been using a race known as the Suliban to gather intelligence on his opposition. As a result he’s been able to beat them back. Klang here supposedly has the plans for the base which the Suliban are using to stage their operations. We want you to take Enterprise to the Rigel system and give this information to Klang’s people and offer any assistance they needed in their effort. We’ll provide weapons and resources, but we need to make sure they keep fighting. At least long enough for the Klingon Empire to have been so torn apart from the fighting that we’ll be able to take them easily. And we need you to leave in 3 days.”
“3 days?!”
“Klang was supposed to meet with his people in 5. Now I know your still missing some key crew. A Science officer, and a Chief Medical Officer for instance, however if you feel you can’t do this in the required time I’m sure I can find another warship to handle it.”
Archer shook his head. “That won’t be necessary Admiral. Three days should be more then enough time.”
The Admirals nodded and left, Forest being the last. He looked at Archer “I’ll get you any final crew you need. But don’t screw this up.”
Archer knew that Forest’s comment wasn’t a threat, but rather a promise of what would be in store for him if he failed. He turned to look back at the Klingon who was laying on the bed with his chest wide open. It wasn’t the first time Archer had seen a an autopsy on someone. But it was when he saw the Klingon’s chest rise and fall slowly that he realized he wasn’t dead. It wasn’t an autopsy, the Doctor was examining a live patient as if he would a corpse. Archer looked at the physician, a Denobulan from the looks of him. He smiled as he knocked on the window and called for him to come talk to him.
April 1, 2151
He opened the hatch of his vessel and looked out, he was surrounded by nothing but green. He must have crashed in some sort of forest. But he had never seen a forest with trees this small. They barely were taller then his seven foot frame. But Klang didn’t have time to think about this, as a particle beam just missed him hitting the hull of his ship. It was soon followed by others. He needed to move, try to separate his pursuers or find some way of turning the tables on them. So for now he ran.
He ran for several minutes, dodging weapons fire, until finally he came to a clearing. It contained a tall cylindrical structure. As he looked around he found a doorway which he opened and entered, locking it behind him. He knew that door wouldn’t stop his pursuers, all it would do was slow them down. And fortunately that’s all he needed.
He could hear them pound the door as he climbed the stairs inside the structure. But he waited at the window looking at the door until he saw the maroon uniform, sliding under the door, soon followed by the rest of the body of one of the Suliban. He jumped from the window just as the one Suliban was opening the door for the other. He ran a few meters away and turned around and fired his disruptor, causing the silo to explode along with everything inside of it.
He hadn’t expected the explosion to be so massive, obviously whatever was contained in the structure had to have had some rather combustible elements. He slowly began getting to his feet, looking around for his weapon when he heard something. He turned around to see a rather puny man holding a weapon of some sort. He lunged at the man hoping to take it away from him. However he didn’t realize was that the man was once a soldier of the Terran Empire. And even though he was now retired, his instincts were still sharp and he fired his plasma rifle hitting Klang center mass.
April 13th, 2151
:Starfleet Medical:
Captain Jonathan Archer had just arrived in time to hear Admiral Black of Starfleet Intelligence telling Admirals Forest and Gardner something about a Klingot and stealth technology. He had no idea what they were talking about, or why he had been ordered here. Especially when Enterprise was still three weeks from launch.
“Captain Jonathan Archer reporting as ordered sir!” he said as he placed his fist over his chest and then straightened out his arm in the standard Imperial salute.
“Ah Jon. I think you know everyone.”
“Not everyone. Who’s he or better yet what’s he?” Archer asked looking through the observation glass.
“He is a Klingon and from what we’ve been told his name is Klang. Apparently a courier of some kind. It took us several days to get that much out of him But once he started he didn’t stop.”
“Never heard of them” Archer said.
“We found information on them in the old Vulcan database. They’re a warrior species, much like us. They’ve conquered hundreds of planets in the Beta quadrant.”
“Are they a threat to us?” Archer asked, he never took his eyes of the… Klingon who was
under going some sort of medical procedure in the other room.
Admiral Forest hesitated for a moment. “Possibly, which is why we’ve called you here. Our interrogation has revealed that the Klingon Empire is on the verge of Civil War. From what we’ve read in the database, this isn’t unusual they routinely fight amongst themselves for power. However according to Klang, the current Chancellor has been using a race known as the Suliban to gather intelligence on his opposition. As a result he’s been able to beat them back. Klang here supposedly has the plans for the base which the Suliban are using to stage their operations. We want you to take Enterprise to the Rigel system and give this information to Klang’s people and offer any assistance they needed in their effort. We’ll provide weapons and resources, but we need to make sure they keep fighting. At least long enough for the Klingon Empire to have been so torn apart from the fighting that we’ll be able to take them easily. And we need you to leave in 3 days.”
“3 days?!”
“Klang was supposed to meet with his people in 5. Now I know your still missing some key crew. A Science officer, and a Chief Medical Officer for instance, however if you feel you can’t do this in the required time I’m sure I can find another warship to handle it.”
Archer shook his head. “That won’t be necessary Admiral. Three days should be more then enough time.”
The Admirals nodded and left, Forest being the last. He looked at Archer “I’ll get you any final crew you need. But don’t screw this up.”
Archer knew that Forest’s comment wasn’t a threat, but rather a promise of what would be in store for him if he failed. He turned to look back at the Klingon who was laying on the bed with his chest wide open. It wasn’t the first time Archer had seen a an autopsy on someone. But it was when he saw the Klingon’s chest rise and fall slowly that he realized he wasn’t dead. It wasn’t an autopsy, the Doctor was examining a live patient as if he would a corpse. Archer looked at the physician, a Denobulan from the looks of him. He smiled as he knocked on the window and called for him to come talk to him.