Prelude

Executive Officer's log, IKS Amar

Commander Kerr

Stardate 7412.5

Amar has finished a five week refit and is ready to leave Qo'noS. It has been eight weeks to the day since the battle of Klach D'Kel, and the death of my predecessor Margh. Despite heavy crew losses, the damage to the ship was relatively light and easy to repair. The K'Tinga class is a worthy replacement to the D7, and I am pleased at my new position on Amar. I am doubly pleased that my wife, Kesvit, has been assigned as medical officer.

Indoctrination and training of the crew replacements has gone well. The shared glory of Amar's dead let us pick and choose the best to fill the empty slots. The new Nausicaan tactical officer, Ggezrit, especially pleases me. His ferocity, combined with an unusual intelligence for one of his people and excellent technical skills, should make him a strong asset to the ship. We had less luck with the chief of security. Our first choice was killed by Captain Barak when he questioned an order. His replacement hesitated during a drill and sustained crippling injuries. He has been returned in shame to his family. The third candidate attempted to dominate Ggezrit at mealtime. Kesvit has confidence that, once he is released from sickbay, he will perform well.

Executive Officer's log, IKS Amar

Commander Kerr

Stardate 7412.6

Amar has been ordered to link up with two other cruisers to intercept an intruder in Klingon space. The intruder is a mystery, long range sensor installations report some sort of powerful shield which masks meaningful readings. Oddly, the course of this target will take it into the heart of Federation space, to the Sol system. Captain Barak feels that this is proof enough that the intruder is a new type of Federation starship. I am confident that Amar will prove victorious against this new foe.

Executive Officer's log, IKS Amar

Commander Kerr

Stardate 7412.6

Amar, along with IKS K'tor and Qatan has intercepted the target. It is an immense energy field of unknown origin. Opaque to both visual and sensor inspection, we are unable to gain any meaningful data from within the field. Visually it is roughly cylindrical with the axis running perpendicular to the direction of motion. The field is constricted along the equator of the cylinder.

Captain Barak has ordered all ships on course for the field, entering on a tangent towards the constricted center. The target has not altered course, or otherwise given indication that it has detected our presence. Captain Barak intends, and I concur, to attack with an introductory salvo of torpedoes.

Executive Officer's supplementary log, IKS Amar

Commander Kerr

Stardate 7412.6

Our initial attack has been unsuccessful. The target's energy shield is extremely powerful and has absorbed our torpedoes without effect. We are commencing an evasive swing to the perimeter of the field in preparation for a concerted attack.

Executive Officer's in-situ battle report to Klingon High Command, IKS Amar

Commander Kerr

Stardate 7412.6

This is an in-situ battle report. Our attacks continue against the intruder. IKS Qatan destroyed by unfamiliar weaponry. Intruder unidentified. Believe luminescent cloud to be enormous power field surrounding alien vessel. Our sensor scans unable to penetrate.

Imperial Klingon Cruiser Amar.

Executive Officer's supplementary log, IKS Amar

Commander Kerr

Stardate 7412.6

IKS Qatan and K'tor have been destroyed by the intruder, using a plasma energy weapon of unknown type. Captain Barak is maintaining an evasive course in an attempt to reach the cloud's perimeter and engage warp drive. It pains me to abandon battle, but it is obvious that this intruder cannot be matched by three ships, let alone one. It is unknown if other ships are close enough to join us, but we must attempt to attack the intruder with a larger force.

Captain's log, IKS Rach'tor

Captain Kerr

Access restricted per KHC67732.7QM

Stardate 86087.4

I am still coming to terms with my survival. IKS Amar was destroyed one hundred and thirty years ago with all hands lost, Kesvit's as well. By all rights, I should be enjoying Sto-vo-kor. Yet I am here. And I am not alone. Ggezrit, M'Rel and Mutuz were also taken from the Amar moments before its destruction at the hands of the intruder. It gives me some satisfaction to know that the intruder was not a new type of Federation starship - it destroyed Federation bases with the same ease as our own ships. From what I read, it came very near to destroying Earth before being stopped by the Federation warrior Kirk.

I am uneasy with my survival. If I am to believe the others in this organization, this Qan Mang, I have been brought to help the Empire of the future. No, not the future. The present. My own present, my own Empire, are one hundred and thirty years in the past. In my present the Federation was a threat, but there had been no open warfare between us since the Organians had imposed it. In this present, we battle them. We battle cyborgs unfamiliar to me, and shapeshifters which we had not known about one hundred and thirty years prior. And we prevail. We prevail to the extent that the Federation must use temporal warfare in an attempt to defeat the Empire, bringing Federation soldiers from my present for some purpose. This attempt did not escape notice of the Emipre. The irony is not lost on me. I and my cohorts have been taken to this new present to counter the Federation's temporal meddling.

I have lost my time, my house, my wife, my Empire. I have lost my rightful death in battle, my entry into Sto-vo-kor. Instead of fighting and feasting with Kara at my side, I endure. Yet the chance of honor is not lost to me. I have been given a new title. A new rank. I keep my name, but I have been given a new house. All as a cover to allow me to function in this present, this Empire, without drawing attention to my origins. Unlike the Federation, we Klingons are aware of the perils of temporal warfare. I command a ship, the Rach'tor. Smaller than Amar, with only an eighth the crew, it is an advanced raider of this present and easily would outgun Amar two to one. With a cloaking device far more advanced than any I have seen before, we can slip past any sensor net and strike with precision against our enemies. I have kept Ggezrit and the others. My new crew swears their fealty to me, to Rach'tor and to Qan Mang, yet I am glad to have my own familiar officers among them. Lastly, I have been given a new struggle, a new fight. The Federation temporal warfare group possesses a station. Qan Mang are aware that it exists, thanks to an incomplete report from a group of warriors which managed to steal a starship from under the very noses of the Federation. What we do not know, however, is details. How large is this temporal fleet? How well equipped? How many soldiers are in this station? And most importantly, we do not even know where it is, save that it exists in a dark nebula far from inhabited space. This is my new mission, my duty. My chance for Sto-vo-kor.

by Melawil on 2012-05-22 12:40:17