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Archived Post 02-14-2010 07:40 AM

Confessions of a 24th century criminal (parts 1 & 2)
 
Stardate 2438.47

The stars were vast and challenging, the points seemed to reach through the icy cold of space massaging my mind like fingers. Being captain allowed me the best port hole on the ship, I relished the view.

I looked around my quarters seeing the spoils from a hundred raids, ancient Vulcan paintings, human pottery from before the great wars and of course the cases of Romulan Ale peering thru the open closet. Life was good to me, I commanded a powerfull starship with droves of beautiful women under my command. Harry Mudd had nothing on me I thought with a sheepish grin.

Morning, noon or night I had no idea. Depends on the reference I thought to myself, some place in the galaxy it was morning.

"Tea, Orange Pekoe hot".

The replicators swirling photons materialized into my favorite morning brew short of the hair of the dog, I took a sip and again viewed the vastness of space. The Orion nebula, we must be getting close to Federation space, I grinned at the thought of more fat loots from the Federation panzy. The Feds were a powerfull force but they had no idea how to use it, the galaxies yes boys is what I thought of them. They wanted me, wanted me bad, but they didn't have the balls to to bring it to me. I laughed.

The com system sprang to life with a solid "beep". They knew never to speak before I acknowledged the request. I glanced to the stars for a few more seconds, "Jett here, go ahead"

"Captain we have a contact, appears to be a Federation Starliner", came the sweet and sexy voice of my first officer.

Ah Poontang, the sweetest and most deadly Andorian I have ever met. Sweet in the bed and deadly out of it, a great combo for a guy like me. Andorian Poontang.... nothing like it in the galaxy.

"Are there escorts?" I queried to the bridge.

"One, appears to be a constitution class" replied Poontang.

"Intercept course, I am on my way" I commanded.

"Aye Sir, Poontang out".

The turbolift was just outside my quarters, a fast pipe to the bridge. The doors slid open, I stepped in and turned to see Jessica running to catch the lift. "Morning Captain", "Hello Jessica" I retorted. "Hope I didn't keep you up too late last night, you look a bit exhasted sir". I grinned, *****... and lots of it all over my ship. Eat your heart out Mudd. "Well Jessica, if I remember right you had lots of the kahunas last night, I am more concerned for you then myself." She grined that grin that first caught my attention in that dump of a bar on Sekketh 3. I liked her looks, and, well now she is here. Wow, what a body she has... and she knew how to use it.

The doors slid open and I stepped to the bridge, every crew member knew there were a few spots on the ship where it was all seriousness. The bridge was one of them and without so much as a glance Jessica moved to her primary science station. She was good, the best science officer I ever seen. She was mine, both mind and body.

"Report" I beckoned.

"270,000 kilometers and closing, cloak active sir", replied Poontang as she slid out of the command chair.

I moved to my chair and couldnt help but notice Poontangs cheek imprints on my chair. Beautifull sight. I sat in the warm chair, spinning it to the right to face the science stations.

"The constitution crusier is standard deployment, however I am not getting any reading from the starliner they seem to be running a dampening field again sir", reported Jessica.

"They have been running dampening fields on the last 4 Starliners we have raided, I like this, those dampeners sell good to the Orions" said Poontang.

"Standard attack vector, lets come up behind that constitution and knock it out of the battle quickly' was my order.

"Battle stations"

Everyone grinned.

~To Be Continued~

Archived Post 02-14-2010 07:40 AM

The sound of the red alert seemed to bring the ship to life, I could feel the vibrations and hear the low grade humm. I knew she was ready for a battle. The Delivery was her name and delivering the pain was her game. I often wondered what the famous pirate George Lowther Delivery would of thought of this ship of the line. She was fast, modified hyper impulse with a state of the art navigation system. A warp core designed for a ship twice her size brought the humm I so loved, couple that with oversized plasma conduits and advanced Bio-neural gel packs stolen from a cargo ship on its way to Memory Alpha provided the brains and power didtribution. She was tough, with ablative armor that complimented the covariant shields stolen from a Federation heavy crusier. A highly modified weapons system brought severe pain up front, I had the forward astrometrics lab removed in order to create a second quantum torpedo bay. Buda bing budda BOOM. During a delivery mission to the Vesper system I met the Klingon general K'tor, when he found out who i was he could not give me enuff disruptor cannons and turrets, but the cloak was the jewel. K'tor let out a deep Klingon belly laugh at the sight of my drool when I saw this on the cargo manifest. I now have a whole cargo bay full of Klingon weapon and cloaking systems. Brings new meaning to the phrase the enemy of your enemy is your friend. Gotta love those Klingons I thought to myself as I gazed at my third in command. Lauku, a Klingon beauty who was my chief engineer. Never have I seen an engineer so bent on creating a destructive force. I loved her!

"Closing to weapons range sir', Poontang my first officer and tactical chief calmly reported.

"Let loose the dogs of war", was my reply.

The crew was well oiled at this, the cloak dropped and within a second the Delivery let loose a massive barrage of disruptor fire. For a moment I thought I saw the light Federation crusier buckle with the impact.

"Their shields are at 40%, their weapons system is locking on to us", reported Jessica.

We delivered to the Feds again, full disruptor and quantum torpedo spread. God damn Poontang was good. I could see decompression explosions and the light crusier seemed to shudder. We over took it.

"Our shields holding sir, not even a dent", Jessica injected.

I grinned.

"Sir! Multiple signals decloaking", cried out Jessica.

"What the...", as I spun my chair to Jessica's station.

"Sir, three Defiant class tactical escorts have decloaked and are locking on", cried out Jessica.

The impact upon the Delivery was incredible, the ship rocked. One, maybe 2 defiant class I could handle. No way can we deal with 3 plus the partially disabled constitution. No way in hell.

"****ing Feds, they are not suppose to be using cloaks in this sector, decietfull *******s. Get us the **** out of here" I yelled out.

Another brutal impact. "Shields holding but we can't take another barrage like that sir".

"Get us out of here", I yelled.

The Delivery rocked, the whole port side seemed to groan, fire on the bridge, multiple crew down.

"Report" as I spun my chair to Jessica, oh god, she was down laying in a pool of blood. "Medical team to the bridge". I screamed thru the intercom.

"Sir, port shields obliterated, port power couplings offline, warp drive offline, hull breaches on decks 6 and 7.... sir, the starliner.... it is heavily ARMED, they just hit us with a full broadside", yelled out Poontang with blood running down her face from a nasy gash on her forehead.

"Reroute power and get the shields back up' I cried out.

****ing Feds, finally grew some balls I thought. The Delivery shuddered again just as the medical team pounced thru the turbolift door.

I looked around the bridge, Ensigns were on fire control, multiple systems were offline. Jason was sitting in front of a blood stained console rerouting power. Medics were tending to Jessica. For the first time in my life I was worried.

"Sir, what are your orders", calmly spoke Poontang.

I looked into her eyes, never before had I seen true fear in those baby blues.

"Sir, your orders" she yelled again.

~To Be Continued~

Archived Post 02-14-2010 07:42 AM

more reservations

Archived Post 02-14-2010 07:43 AM

even more reservations

Archived Post 02-14-2010 07:43 AM

yet even more reservations

Archived Post 02-14-2010 09:34 PM

WARPIGS are here?
 
KEWL...Last time I saw youse guys was Shadowbane....

Archived Post 02-15-2010 03:57 AM

bump for the update.

Archived Post 02-15-2010 03:30 PM

Which body part?
 
Bumpage Bumpage Bumpage


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