Go Back   Star Trek Online > Information and Discussion > Ten Forward

Thread Tools Display Modes
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 24
# 21
04-09-2013, 04:26 PM
Thank you!

Still need to bring in Arak'ukan, and then the Chief Medical Officer and First Officer, and have a few more intermission scenes to show them interacting. Plus the ship itself, at least a bit - only the Chief has even gotten to set foot on it so far.

I'm glad you like the food, I may not be Brian Jacques, but I do try to put a little thought into it.
Join Date: Aug 2012
Posts: 3
# 22
04-09-2013, 04:44 PM
ok this is amazing I am very much enjoying your writing. I also play as a Cardassian captain in STO and have been trying to get a back story written up about him. But wow I am nowhere near as good as this lol. You can add me to your friends list if you wish I enjoy finding other Cardassians on sto prelan is my name on there.
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 24
# 23
04-09-2013, 05:22 PM
Thank you! I'm glad you've enjoyed it!

By all means, give writing a shot. Maybe you're good, and maybe you need improvement, but you don't know until you try. If you put something up and I see it (given the pace of these forums sometimes) I'd be happy to leave some constructive comments if they're warranted (and if you want them). I'm definitely seeing flaws in my writing, but I think it's generally saying what I want it to say.
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 24
# 24
04-10-2013, 12:17 AM
"Captain, the distress signal just cut off."

"Thank you, Mr. Iwaguchi. What's our time to intercept?"

"Seven minutes, Captain."

Gorel nodded and leaned back in his command chair. In theory, the differences between it and the similar seat on the Paris were minor: a slightly higher back, and slightly different interface. There was an entirely different presence to it, though: on the Paris, he'd felt as though he were sitting high on the back of a faithful beast, plodding along while he surveyed the environment, while on the Yorktown's bridge, he felt like he was perched in front of the dorsal fin of a Tethian carcharodon, the most vicious and determined predator in a sea of methane.

He pressed a key, and a viewscreen on an arm quickly extended from the chair's back. In more peaceful times, a holoscreen would have simply projected itself, but under combat conditions, the simpler and more robust physical screen was the first option.


"Pasakun, I want security teams stationed at every critical system. If there are Jem'hadar present, they love to board, and we can't be sure if our shields will keep them out."


The link died; she was distant and professional, exactly how he wanted her to be.

"Iwaguchi, when we reach the target, I want us at red alert, with weapons armed and shields up the moment we drop out of warp."

"Aye, sir."

"Chief, what's our status?"

"Damage control teams are suited up and ready. The battery banks are charged, we can go to full military shields and weapons systems for twenty minutes, or we can get another 20% power for ten."

He pressed another button, and Megan's face sprang onto the screen, her eyes slightly squinted and shoulders hunched, as though she were expecting to be physically struck.


"All equipment and experiments locked down and safed, Captain. We're echoing the sensor data for analysis, and the crisis team is ready to go."

Gorel imagined that it had to be an odd experience to be a science officer aboard a ship going into combat. There may not be any experiments to run, but a quick analysis of sensor readings could find an enemy weakness or weapon that tactical officers would ignore.

Without a First Officer, he brought Tad up on his screen, despite the man being only a few meters away.

"Anything I'm forgetting?"

"No sir, I think that covers it."

It seemed like no more than a few calming breaths passed before Tadao spoke again.

"Thirty seconds, sir."

Gorel nodded.

"Take us in, Ms. Decata."

"Aye, sir. Dropping out of warp, going to impulse."

The calming faux-starfield of warp travel abruptly vanished, replaced with an immense gray-green gas giant that filled half the view. Gorel sat calmly as the rest of his bridge came alive, processing the incoming sensor data.

"Two contacts, sir. The Lissepian freighter, and one Jem'hadar attack ship. They're close enough for transporters."

"Thank you. Lock on to the attack ship and open a channel." Tadao smiled thinly; no attempts to hail before locking weapons, decidedly against standard Starfleet operating procedure. After all, the attack ship could simply be responding to the same distress call they had. The freighter could, theoretically, have been reporting being attacked by an entirely different attack ship. For his part, Tadao was glad that his captain had a slightly more realistic appraisal of the nature of reality than regulations did.


"Attack ship, this is Captain Gorel Karn of the Federation starship Yorktown. Respond or you will be assumed hostile."

He waited several heartbeats.

"Attack ship, this is your final warning. Respond."

After another few moments, he made a chopping gesture with one hand; Tadao pressed a few keys.

"Channel closed, sir."

Gorel cracked his knuckles as the Yorktown hurtled towards the close-lying ships, the attack ship like a bloated tick against the blocky outline of the freighter. With a few keypresses, he opened channels to all his senior officers.

"Alright. I want us brought within 20k of the freighter, between it and the attack ship. As we move in, I want the transporters prepared and locked on to all the lifesigns we can detect; at 20k, we'll drop the shields on that quarter and beam them all aboard. Put them all in the brig, segregated by species; we can sort them out afterwards.

"I want to go to full military power when we're 25% beyond the known range for an attack ship. Once we hit optimal firing range, I want controlled beam fire on the attack ship to drive it back. Hold off on the torpedoes; we don't want to risk striking the freighter until the crew is off it. Once we've got them, open up, but prioritize shields and weapons; I want that ship neutralized, but if we can cripple it for analysis, that'd be better."

There was a chorus of acknowledgements, and Gorel cut the channel. The gas giant began to swell in the viewscreen as the Yorktown settled into its new course.

"Any sign of response from the attack ship?"

"Not yet, sir. Their defenses are active, but they have yet to move."

The tactical station chirped an alarm, and Gorel echoed its readouts on his display. He blew a breath out his nose in response.

"Captain, three ships moving out from behind the nearest moon at attack speed. One Galor-class cruiser, two Hideki-class attack ships. Their weapons are active and locked. Their communications seem to be using standard True Way protocols."

"Get them targeted. Will we be able to reach the freighter before they're in attack range?"

Tadao ran a few quick calculations at his station.

"We'll only have forty seconds, but we'll make it."

"Once we've got the freighter's crew aboard, I want those shields back up. Concentrate fire on the attack ship, then switch to the Galor."

"Aye, sir. The attack ship is moving, but only slowly." Tadao frowned. It looked like it was taking up station off the freighter's portside, but that didn't make any sense.

Until the sensor returns began to shift.

"Captain, the freighter isn't a freighter, it's another Hideki with a holoprojection array!"

Gorel leaned back and pressed one fist into the palm of the other hand.

"Well, that simplifies things wonderfully. Chief, I want that extra 20% put to weapons when we hit that mark. Mr. Iwaguchi, the targeting orders stand, but your weapons are completely free. Fire as you bear."

"Aye, sir."

Tadao's fingers moved over his console with practiced agility, refining targeting data, sending course plots to the conn, and double and triple checking the firing inputs.

"Reserve power released, weapons at 120% military, shields at full military," said Chief Macchia, tapping the great series of batteries within the Yorktown's secondary hull.

The Galor and its consorts arced in towards the Yorktown's starboard, while the attack ship and its erstwhile prey lay ahead and slightly to port. Tadao programmed in his final adjustments, set the release and waited.

"Firing range in five."

The Yorktown cut her path through the void, sensors and countermeasures dueling as weapons arrays began to cycle.


Polaron beams from the Yorktown's forward arrays lashed out, even as her forward torpedo bay spat forth the dully burning ember of a transphasic torpedo. The next was already cycling into place even as the first rushed madly towards self-immolation. The attack ship's shields sparked and quivered as the polaron beam tested them, its tetryon rider generating microfluxes in the shield pattern itself that drained its defenses even further.

"Enemy ships coming into range."

The Hidekis spread out, and within moments the three Cardassian ships were testing the Yorktown's starboard shields, the coruscating lances of spiral-wave disruptor fire cutting golden trails that ended abruptly at the violet-tinged blue of the Starfleet ship's shields.

"Taking fire, starboard shields holding."

Ahead, the Hideki added its own fire, although it accelerated away from the threat of the Yorktown's torpedoes, towards its portside. The Jem'hadar ship, however, merely waddled, returning fire as best it could as its power failed under the Yorktown's assault.

"Forward shields holding; the attack ship's polaron weapons appear to be having minimal effect."

Another spark of amber sped away from the Yorktown towards the Jem'hadar ship, even as her shields were alight with deflected energies, leaving a trail of St. Elmo's fire behind them while more lurid polaron beams reached out to claw at the at the attack ship. Photon and quantum torpedoes smashed into the assault cruiser's shields, detonating with quick flashes nearly invisible beneath another salvo of disruptor fire.

Tadao steadied himself as the ship jostled gently under the torpedoes' attentions.

"Torpedo impacts, shields holding at 87%; the hardening projectors are functioning within parameters, so there's been minimal energy spillage." He watched the Jem'hadar's sensor signature closely.

The first transphasic torpedo similarly struck the attack ship, but while the others had detonated with little harm against the Yorktown's shield matrix, this one managed to penetrate into the attack ship's shields before detonating. The difference in distance was minute, certainly nothing like when the first generation of transphasic torpedoes would pass through shields entirely; still, it was enough that when the torpedo exploded, nearly half its force slipped through the shield's barrier.

"Torpedo hit! Their shields caught most of it, but their forward hull shows significant stress and atmospheric venting."

The Yorktown rocked again, a bit more heavily, as the Cardassians to starboard struck them again. Tadao worked his controls quickly, rebalancing the ship's shields to maintain integrity against all their assailants; the extra power helped, but the Yorktown's defenses were outmatched against the attacks of five enemies on multiple attack vectors.

"Mr. Iwaguchi, see if you can break up their formation when they enter our broadside."

"Yes, sir."

Tadao's fingers flew as he set up the new firing solutions, cycling the starboard polaron arrays, while doing his best to optimize the tracking on the Jem'hadar in the meantime. Once he opened up against the Cardassians, the Yorktown's reserve of weapons power would dip sharply; he needed to make sure to do as much harm to the Jem'hadar while he could, and then to make his first broadside count.

The Jem'hadar ship reeled as the second transphasic torpedo tore a breach in its shields that lasted several entire milliseconds. While most of the Yorktown's fore array was still recharging, one emitter was able to spit a weak beam in response to Tadao's contingencies, programmed to allow for responses faster than human reflex. The attack scored a deep gouge into the ship's forward hull, and Tad spared a quick nod as the sensor returns updated. Another couple of hits like that, and the attack ship would be out of the fight for good.

When the Cardassian ships entered Tadao's engagement envelope, the polaron emitters began to cycle rapidly, sending a series of reduced-power beams on multiple projected vectors, bracketing the targets in a veritable rain of energy. While the cruiser weathered the storm, pressing forward arrogantly, the attack ships began to swerve and evade, their weaker shields and less robust power systems suffering heavily under the assault.

"Well done, Mr. Iwaguchi."

"Yes, sir. Shield integrity at 74% overall, refocusing fire on the attack ship."

The third torpedo battered the attack ship heavily, leaving it listing and venting plasma and gases. To Tadao, the evidence of damage was blood in the water. He quickly interrupted the polaron beams' firing cycle, allowing the forward arrays to sync up again, and adjusted the weapons' targeting and frequencies based upon the data gathered so far, with a little helpful refinement from the science section. After a few moments, the console chirped readiness, and he pressed the firing key.

Lances of violet fire cut a blazing trail, punching through the attack ship's depleted shields and deep into its hull. A moment later, a secondary explosion tore away one of the attack ship's wings, leaving both fragments whirling madly through space. The fourth and final torpedo wiped away the ship's main hull in a flash of plasma.

"Attack ship down! Refocusing fire on the Galor!"

The starboard emitters vomited forth their rain, but this time it was focused on the cruiser with frightening single-mindedness. Its shields buckled, then holed, microbreaches patterning its shield matrix like Swiss cheese. The Galor swerved, its shield generators laboring to compensate, but Ensign Decata's deft hand at the conn kept Yorktown in the cruiser's fore arc just long enough for the emitters to cycle once more. The already-battered shields collapsed entirely, and the polaron beams raked the ship, carving a gouge through the Galor's main deflector dish and savaging the port wing of the command section. Lights flickered as lingering polarons interrupted the ship's power grid; Tadao watched as one section of the cruiser's structural integrity field failed, then strain overloaded the next, causing a cascade that ultimately led to the damaged hull section shearing away entirely, trailing debris, atmosphere, and bodies. Tadao felt a mixture of pride and shame.

"Target well struck, forward shields down, damage to the hull and deflector, power grids disrupted. Another salvo should take them out."

"Excellent. Continue."

The console chimed. Tadao furrowed his brow in surprise.

"Sir, the Galor is hailing us." Gorel shared Tadao's reaction, pressing a few keys to bring up the commlink on his personal screen. The Cardassian on the other end was a shadow in a scene from the underworld.

"Gul Karam?"

"Sorry, Captain, but as much as I'd love to allow you to continue to use my ships for target practice, I think the realistic thing to do here would be to surrender." Gorel made a face.

"That's not something the True Way generally does, but I suppose it happens. Alright. Computer, end simulation, authorization Karn-Beta-182. Good work, everyone."

The bridge flickered, resetting to calm neutrality, and then again, vanishing. Cardassian holodecks used a pattern of pale orange hexagons laid into a base of material so darkly red as to be almost black. Gorel found it soothing, although he'd heard many non-Cardassians found the overall effect a bit menacing. He looked at his bridge crew with a satisfied smile.

"Well, if that specification data is accurate, I'd say the Yorktown will be able to handle herself quite well, and the same for her crew. Now let's go buy Gul Karam and his crew some lunch, now that we've finished beating up on them."

Last edited by thesciencer; 04-10-2013 at 12:41 AM.
Join Date: Jul 2012
Posts: 4,331
# 25
04-10-2013, 09:14 AM
Originally Posted by thesciencer View Post
Thank you!

Still need to bring in Arak'ukan, and then the Chief Medical Officer and First Officer, and have a few more intermission scenes to show them interacting. Plus the ship itself, at least a bit - only the Chief has even gotten to set foot on it so far.

I'm glad you like the food, I may not be Brian Jacques, but I do try to put a little thought into it.
You're very welcome, it all just springs to life in the mind's eye, absolutely fantastic stuff And very much so on the food, even though I'm not familiar with all the ingredients, I'm still seeing meats and sauces and wishing I had a plate
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 24
# 26
04-10-2013, 09:53 AM
Ah, well, I've been going to Memory Beta for ideas on a lot of things. I try to follow Memory Alpha as closely as I can, but Beta I don't mind violating (or following) if it suits the story.

So http://memory-beta.wikia.com/wiki/Ca...rdassian_foods has links to the articles on the food items, if you're curious. Anything not on that list is probably elsewhere, either on Memory Alpha or Beta. Like the katterpods I reference are a Bajoran food item.

A little bit of research can add quite a bit of verisimilitude.
Join Date: Feb 2013
Posts: 24
Niri watched him closely, eyes narrowed.

"What? I like it."

"You had better not be lying."

Gorel had settled into a routine that he found pleasant enough, these last few weeks. Mornings at the embassy were for going over message traffic, personnel rosters, and engineering schematics. Late mornings, he would go to the fitness center, coincidentally running into Niri, so that after a good workout they could spar. Two days a week, they would eat lunch afterwards, while the other three days he would have lunch with one of his section chiefs and a handful of their people. Then in the afternoons they would spend a few hours in the simulator, followed by several hours of breakdown, analysis, and planning of the next day's sim runs. Then home after dark, to sleep and do it all again the next day.

Today was a 'lunch with Niri' day, and she had brought in a datachip to use the embassy replicators to make a bowl of zabu stew to the specifications of her family's recipe, a bowl that currently sat steaming in front of him at his office desk.

"Well, of course it's a bit different, but I like it." He reached out to gently touch her hand. "Thank you." Her cheeks colored a bit and she smiled a little smile.

His desk chimed, and they both straightened, their hands shooting apart like electromagnets.

"It's Admiral Kivan. Strange."

"I should," Niri began, already starting to rise, but Gorel waved her back down, pushing the bowl of stew out of view of the screen's pickup.

"Don't worry, just stay quiet." He pressed the key, and Rear Admiral (Upper Half) Thalo Kivan's strong Andorian features appeared on the viewscreen.

"Captain Karn."


"How are things progressing out there?" The Admiral liked to keep things direct and plain. At first, Gorel had been convinced that he was opposed to the Yorktown project, but exposure and a conversation with his uncle, Legate Eskot, had disabused him of that notion.

"Well, Admiral. Most of my senior officers are here, and about a quarter of my crew. The Yorktown is still going through its trials, although Commander Suren tells me that they project a passing grade within the next two to three weeks."

"Yes, I've seen that same report. Any crew problems?"

"No, sir. They appear to be gelling well in the simulators, although I'm sure we'll need time to adjust to the actual ship, and of course the other three-quarters will be a different story." Admiral Kivan waved one hand dismissively.

"Once you have the senior staff and a core of support, the rest will fall into line. Excellent. Reports are good, but there's no substitute for directly talking to someone."

"Of course, Admiral." Gorel felt something moving around beneath the surface of the conversation. Face to face conversation was good, but the Admiral would never have called for just a 30-second update.

"I wanted to inform you that the USS Ticonderoga will be putting into Cardassia Prime in a few days. She's carrying another allotment of your crew, as well as your first officer."

"Ah. Thank you, sir." Gorel hadn't heard anything about the Ticonderoga, which was interesting; usually he had at least a week's notice when a ship was inbound with crew. Had its assignment been a snap decision, or withheld from him? The presence of his first officer, about whom he knew nothing, was even more interesting.

"I'm sending you the roster now, you can get their records from Starfleet Command. Your first officer is Commander Ajadi Kabe, to spare you some time." The admiral pressed a few keys, and a notification appeared at the bottom of the screen to indicate that the file had been received.

"Official orders will be coming your way soon, but I can tell you that once the Yorktown passes its trials, you're to head to Starbase 41, where you'll pick up the remainder of your crew and your chief medical officer."

"Thank you, Admiral. I'm a bit concerned about having to make that trip with less than half the Yorktown's normal complement." The Admiral nodded.

"Your concern is noted, Captain, and I agree with you. However, we don't have the capacity to easily get your entire crew all the way out to Cardassia for you, and the decision was made that even your reduced crew should be able to make the run to SB41."

"Of course, Admiral."

"I'll leave you to it, then. Kivan out."

The viewscreen went dead, and Gorel leaned back, pursing his lips.

"Permission to speak freely?"

"Granted, although I know what you're going to say."

"This isn't a Sol to Vulcan run. Once we get past Bajor, the Federation's presence is weak until we hit the Orion sector. There's only a handful of Federation members in all of Kalandra sector, and I don't care if it looks like safe territory on some map, both the Klingons and the True Way are known to hit ships passing through. And that's completely ignoring the Borg." Gorel sighed.

"You're absolutely right. But the Admiral's point makes sense. We can either take what we've got and get to SB41, or raise a fuss. Even if they agree to change plans, it'll probably take months to get the rest of our crew out here, they'll be vulnerable in transit anyway, and we'll have a black mark against us from the get-go."

Niri took a bite of her own stew, before gesturing with the spoon.

"He didn't say anything about the Jem'hadar, either."

"He probably forgot; the deal with Zeno colony was always more of a Cardassian project. When the orders come through, I'll see what they say." Reminded by Niri, he began to pick at his stew.

"Alright, there's nothing more to be done about that until the official orders come through. Computer: access file for Commander Ajadi Kabe." Niri stayed dutifully on her side of the desk, although he could tell she was fairly quivering with curiosity. After a few moments, there was a chime and a file appeared on the screen. Gorel couldn't help grinning.

"Oh, those Admirals think they're quite clever."


"Commander Ajadi Kabe. Born on Cardassia Prime, father Lieutenant Commander Ajadi Nor, mother Kassa Faratik." He summarized. Niri paused.

"Bajoran and Cardassian?"

"Yes. Apparently his father was stationed on the USS Pasteur. Raised Guha province, Bajor." He shot her a warning look. "I'm not saying anything that isn't in his general file, but." Niri raised a hand.

"Understood. So he's the emergency brake they intend to have in place?"

"Probably. And the doctor, too, I wouldn't doubt. Interesting, apparently he had command of the USS The Sullivans, a Rapier-class, until two months ago. They must have tapped him specifically for this."

"This could be troublesome."

Gorel took another bite. "Maybe. I'd expect safeguards, but I need him to be able to work with me. I've got a few days; I'll send off some messages to his former CO's. Hopefully I'm just being overly suspicious."

They shared a look of amusement; Cardassians knew there was no such thing as an excess of suspicion.

Last edited by thesciencer; 04-11-2013 at 11:12 AM.

Thread Tools
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is Off
HTML code is Off

All times are GMT -7. The time now is 07:36 PM.