2618, Beta
Quadrant.
The ship had left Khittomer, and was on
it’s way to New Romulus. There was some discussion as to whether or not
supplies needed to be delivered to Qo’Nos
Praxis Beta, but mongDech Generals Zune and Slish had recently upgraded Beta’s supply line.
“Klingaformation is nearly complete
there,” said Gaardox.
“I mean, you guys are pretty
thorough…It’s not like the bureaucratic complexity surrounding Martian efforts
to that effect!” Said Gen./Ad. Allen.
“HaH! If only we were limited to such
effects!” Gaardox could usually appreciate Allen’s humor. “All I can wonder is
that it takes you so long to command the H’Atori sector’s joint fleet alliance orbital command center, you were quite busy
with deep space proxy.”
“I only served a few months before my
assignment was approved.”
“Exactly, just as we hoped, you bring
Glory to the Revolution Allen!!!”
“HeH! As far as anyone is to ascertain
what you are insinuating is highly classified information, and in no way
whatsoever could I have possibly
brought glory to anything at all!”
“Let’s not now be moribund, Allen. You
honor us all.” True enough, deep space first contact on the fringe edges of the
galaxy, the Mirror Universe, Fluidic Space, and other vectors to research composite
similarities between systemic vectors, were indeed classified missions, and yet
still was no reason to become forlorn." What began as fleet rotations to bring
the Beta Ursa Minorans closer to current methodologies relative to joint fleet
operations, begat a theory that the mongDech had considered. Allen’s visage of
first contact missions would become a larger schematic. Having taken
considerable time with that, ten years later, with two years of accumulative
civilian activities, the Klingon Defence Force/United Federation of Planets
space station was of course a good place for Allen and his crew to catch up
with things. But that wasn’t all. Allen has a personal fleet, and they in turn
helped him to accrue the new found knowledge that his proxy mission bestowed.
The ‘House of Allen,’ now patrolled, chaperoned, championed, and controlled
fleet systemic relative to the station.
“I cannot find Anne,” said Gaardox.
“HaHAHaHeHeH! Nooo! Old man, where is
she? I’m not tellin’” Responded Gen/Ad Allen.
“Perhaps she is paraphasically
transfixed in orbit around H’Atori Beta? Or maybe utilizing a trans-fluxuation
of transphasic cloaking? In deeep orbit around the station, secretly observing,
secretly taking long-range scans…Perhaps she is monitoring remotely from another
vector such as fluidic space! I don’t know.”
“Riiiiiight Gaaardox, who knows man? I
sure don’t”
“It’s a mystery!”
“No, I told them what to do, it’s up to
them to fulfill the mission.”
“Exactly, if they told you that they
were using approximation theory to disengage with the space-time continuum,
then there would be no way to know which exacting scientific cloaking they
would use to complete orbital surveillance of the station!”
“Ah, yeah, that would be true, I guess.”
“You guess. A postulate. Hmmm, intriguing.”
Creating challenges in normative missions was a healthy, if sometimes partially
at least, risky measure. Allen and Gaardox weren’t commanders known to lighten
the load, and the crew would be quite anxious to pursue technical inventiveness,
given their mandatory rest period of two years had recently passed. They
weren’t quite up to speed again, but they will be quick to gain new ground in
the effort.
That said, Gaardox was in a regular
rotation. Should he be called away for a tactical emergency, or possibly a
diplomatic or scientific/engineering one…that could be more interesting. So
being routine, Gaardox booked quality entertainers, musicians, playwrights,
councilors, physical trainers, tactical trainers, a full cadre of engineering,
medical, and science experts to keep the crew active in the doldrums of a
regular trade excursion. Allen’s tactic of juxtapositioning a smaller, older
Federation space frigate from the 22nd C. that’s fully compensated
with every known or possible technological nuance of 26th C.
augmentation…yet giving the appearance and nonchalance of an initializing, more
cavalier and exploratory vessel… Given the demands of out bound reconnaissance,
this is indeed a mongDech tactic, one that favors the space station defenses,
the mongDech treaties and diplomacy, and also no less important to
KDF/Federation commitments.
“You’re thinking of Mortog again.”
“Somewhat, it’s his tactic.”
“He was mongDech, eventually.”
“And we are among Drex as well, so
honored by he and HIS house, and of Gowron no less. Kmpec… Diplomatic systemics
are relative to our alliances.”
“Jmpoc…” Allen wavered with some sense
of honorification, an atonement to efforts in mutual aid, cooperation, and
transxenological analysis.
“We have on-going compliance, and they
us.” Allen and Gaardox discuss fleet routines and maintenance, both personal
and fleet related, they are interrupted by Narrendra/Martia Engineering.
“What Horg?!” Allen had made the
communications transfer. Horg offered re-pause.
“If the transfluxuating redundancy
matrix has no benign counterparts, and all rerouting and relative redundancies
are compliant, then aren’t those systems at times benign … perhaps my Terran
isn’t well enough, they are looking at the possibility of future counterparts
with three main core and six redundancies…”
“If the ship is three times larger…”
Gaardox intones.
“We’ll get there, active analysis on the
Daedalus and those prototypes are ongoing.” Allen doesn’t want to diffuse the
issue regarding larger new ship-types for longer deployment existentiality.
“Yet if all energy transference is systemic then two cores with at least
three redundancy cores-LaForge already agrees with me!”
“Don’t let them bother you Horg!”
Gaardox consoles his brother.
“Hooo-org!” Allen is full of amusement.
And such as it is-is the frustration of joint fleet engineering.
“Where is D’Tan?” The older mongDech
brother decides upon the rank and file of diplomacy as a solution.
“Darzen Zentron is working with you
then?” Allen find a diplomatic approach to create non- rapprochement to
Gaardox’s tactic, of course a mongDech would understand this, even if
essentially it is the same tactic.
“Paris, Data, Rev, Paris/Torres,
O’Brian, Nog brother of Quark…”
“The Vulcan…?”
“He is here, yes!” Long range
transmissions hadn’t been such a source of strain for the two brothers for
quite some time. This wasn’t a Klingon civil war, or a fight against the Gorn,
the Voth, the Tholians, the True Way, The Breen, and so on... Just the same,
Gaardox had forgotten that could have meant she
when referring to the Vulcan.
“I think I will contact the Admiral, and
see if she can tell him something in Vulcan that we cannot.”
“Horg, I think he will agree with you
more than you realize, this is just a stage in the development process and nothing
other than that! You rebuild ships
from the inside out, they build ships
from the outside in-“
“Brother Horg, it is a differential in processing, be patient! We will raise hell
with them if the redundancy cores and systemics are sub-par to current coordinations,
Tuvok will do so also!”
“I…am scheduled to conference with him
independently tomorrow.”
“So rest,
today!” Allen takes the form of a younger brother to Horg when Gaardox is
ungainly as an older brother.
“Scuba in the canyon? Sunbathing in the archipelago?”
Gaardox enthuses.
“Processing subroutines, rerouting
conversion ratios…” Allen proclamates.
“Hiking the sub-artic, hunting
mastodon!”
“Redundancy rerouting, variable
fluctuation coordinations…”
“Quark’s on Marsbase Sarah!” Gaardox
proclaims angrily.
“Structural analysis given known
probable, and unknown probable combat and navigational stress!”
Horg laughs hysterically. He never had
the benefit of a younger brother, and this Human co-General of mongDech is of
all things-that!
“Whatever Horg will do, he will do. He
is mongDech. He brings glory to the revolution, he is Klingon.” Adamants T’Pol.
“Of cooourse.” Laments Gaardox, hating
having to have played the devil’s advocate, embarrassing himself in front of a
protégé of whom he deeply admires.
“Well, if Horg contacts Tuvok tomorrow,
then I should think to have a diplomatic dinner with both of them that evening. You will say something
cavalier and otherwise inappropriate about my appetite only being satisfied by
two differentiating xenological males. I will claim your jealousy towards them.
You will act wounded, as if you are defending your younger brother from my
whims and whimsy, Tuvok will believe this is incomprehensible hilarity-“
“Just ridiculous-you understand the Dharma of the Klingon socio-unconscious
T’Pol.”
“Dharma. No I had only thought of the
Drama of the two brothers mongDech and nothing further I assure you.”
“It is systemic.”
“So – say – you!” Gaardox looks at
T’Pol’s face, her stoic-ness. His battle-cruiser hurling towards Defari now
days away from New Romulus, moving in speeds not thought technologically
possible by him when he was only a warrior. He catches on a little late.
“I raise you ten quarter bits, I think
you are bluffing.”
“Hahahaha! Okay Gaardox, you win this
time, a human former mate has made me wise to your insights.”
“Only a Terran would be crazy like a
fox!!!”
“Only a Klingon would eat hexapod
Gaardox, what does that make you?”
“A – an omnivore? Does it offend
you?” This catches him off guard, and again, he is a little behind the
Ambassador.
“Twice in one day Gaardox, such a
shame you are on your way to Deferi.” She softly admits.
“I thought the Martia shipyards were
a key location of interest to my senior engineers for cultural tourism…Ayeee
{*I*} haven’t created a ship-wide inquiry, there are not consensus results, I
imagine at least five percent of my crew will transfer at Mars station.”
“At least five percent. Will not
want leave. To witness for themselves…”
“The crux of joint engineering
processes. Differentiating moments in careers…”
“No, their careers, take the money
and save the galaxy, right?”
“You are worse than Allen at times –
Heh!”
“THAT space-targ!” Gaardox swears to
T’Pol that he will coordinate the results of his survey with her as soon as it
is possible, and as his life mates are busy coordinating station affairs
between Qo’Nos and the station of which Allen commands, Gaardox is naturally
free to plan with T’Pol, a weekend alone. Just the two of them. Snowboarding on
Olympus Mons. A favorite pastime for the KDF/Fed Fleet crewmembers, in a moment
between continuing fleet routines.
