Romulan/Federation Log | Eclipse | ERv t'Rehu & Admn zh'Raazh

Posted on 241511.02 @ 12:05pm by Admiral Nanthrissa zh'Raazh & President Jolias Enor & Praetor Arrenhe t'Ahaefvthe

Mission: Reconciliation & Reconstruction [Fleet Plot]
Location: Various
Timeline: Current

[Neutral Zone – Outpost 7]

“Damn. If it’s not one thing it’s another. Starfleet has us on priority alert incase the Romulans decide to retaliate for whatever happened on Earth this time.” The Bolian stroked the ridge on his forehead “though Intelligence says the Klingons will keep their hands full.”

“Intelligence lacks Intelligence Reb.” Larisa chortled “honestly are you going to trust anything they say after everything that’s happened? They may as well be reading tea leaves. The have failed to predict every major incident the past few years. I don’t think we’ll have to worry about Romulans but I am not as persuaded by those Intel dispatches anymore.”

“Well, you are right…” Reb suddenly choked on his words as the monitoring station’s klaxons went off. It was a fairly routine affair for the alarm to sound but the timing was unnerving. “Goodness my heart.” He ran a fat finger over his console and silenced the alarm “damn thing always startles me. What are we looking at Larisa? Another transport stray again? I swear these transport Captains have the directional aptitude of blind man who went deaf. Larisa?” He looked at the Lieutenant Commander whose face was bathed crimson by the emergency lighting. As she stared at the screen her jaw hinged open. “Larisa!” He shouted “what is going on?”

Snapping out of her stupor Larisa turned to the Bolian “the gravitic sensor net has detected a massive fleet of cloaked ships!”

“Oh no! The Romulans are invading. We have to contact Starfleet and warn them be-”

“No…no…they’re not entering Federation space. They’re leaving it!”

“What?” The Bolian felt his heart suddenly sink back into his chest “what do you mean?”

“Computer is analyzing trajectory but it seems they probably originated from Tholian space- from the calculations they are entering Romulan space but on a path that will take them towards the Klingon border…”

“How many ships?”

“Hard to say…but the computer estimate is in the thousands…”

“Open a priority one channel to Starfleet Command. I think they’re going to want to hear this.”

[Earth, London]

Standing above the surgical theater Shiarrael watched as a cadre of Vulcan doctors worked tirelessly on the mangled Galae’Riov. Emerald droplets stained their opaque cream colored gowns while drenched gloves sorted through his organs. Next to her the Hhveir Ri'hwathech’s own surgeon watched the procedure closely.

“They are talented.”

“I don’t care for talent Imin…I only care about results. Will he survive?”

“Survival with such injuries?” Imin frowned looking below and shook his head “I do not believe so…not in any capacity the Galae’EnRiov would wish at least.”

“That is my fear.” Shiarrael felt her chest tighten as she continued to watch the scene below. A sudden spurt of emerald lifeblood splattered onto a surgeon’s visor but whereas another might have flinched the Vulcan continued unperturbed. What now? The Praetor was alive but the Galae’EnRiov would soon be gone. Takaram! Curse you! After you talked me into returning you will now die leaving me with such a mess? She gritted her teeth and pressed her palms into the viewing glass. We must call your son at least…he should be here. Pushing off the glass she stepped away to the back of the surgical viewing room and tapped her wrist communicator “Rehu to Lai- contact Khre’Riov tr’Thrai and inform him to come to my location immediately.”

”Ie rekkhai. There is something you should also know EnRiov. Shortly before you contacted us we were informed that the fleet had passed through the Federation’s gravitic sensor net. We have been monitoring local communications and transmissions indicate that the Federation is aware of our fleet movements now. What would you like us to do?”

So, this was it. She was hoping the subterfuge would have gone unnoticed long enough for the conference to end. Now…it was simply a mess. Shiarrael shook her head and laughed causing Imin and the others in the room to suddenly look at her as if she had gone mad. She lifted her hand at them “I’m sorry, I have lost my senses for a minute. Please excuse me.” She pushed open the door and stepped into the stale perfume of the hospital’s sterile air. As the door shut behind her she spoke into the communicator “How is the Praetor?”

”She is still sedated, Rekkhai. The doctors want her to rest. She was quite hysterical after returning.

Of course. Shiarrael closed her eyes and stretched. Both the Praetor and Galae’EnRiov were now incapacitated. The latter likely permanently so. This was not what she envisioned five years ago when the thought of vengeance and the necessity of retribution coursed through her veins. Now that she had her revenge…now that she had killed the murderer of her parents she wondered what she was still doing here. The future? A better future for her children? Was she so benevolent or did she crave the power she had denied she ever wanted? No. She knew the answer to the last question. It was never about power. It was now about her children. Their future.

“If the Federation contacts us I will deal with them myself. Let the Praetor gather her wits…”

[Starfleet Command, San Francisco]

“How many?”

“The precise number is unknown but we believe the force consisted of the vast majority of the surviving Tholian invasion force. At least 1500 vessels.”

A sheet of air passed through pursed cobalt lips as Nanthrissa eyed the screen indignantly “1500 ships were able to pass through our space undetected?” A stylus spun between her fingers as frustration showed through the creases on her forehead. She had half the mind to fling the thing at the man in front of her. Instead the Andorian Admiral simply shook her head.

“When we repositioned our ships for the conference we inadvertently created a corridor. Our border with the Tholians has been porous ever since the triad conflict.”

“What a headache.” Nanthrissa finally slammed the thin device against the glass conference table “at least this proves that they will be too occupied by the Klingons to threaten us.”

“It will also occupy the Klingons. An infusion of 1500 battle tested ships will change the dynamic of their little border war.” Jolias sighed from the opposite end of the conference table “we may be seeing the precursor of a larger conflict in the making.” The President looked at Nanthrissa “prepare contingency plans for the evacuation of border colonies and facilities. I have already instructed the diplomatic corps to begin making overtures to the Klingon government. Hopefully we can broker a cease fire before things spiral out of control.”

“You are too optimistic mister President.” Nanthrissa sighed and stood up. “It makes me wonder if this was all a Romulan ploy…” She frowned. “They must have known with our limited fleet resources we would have had to reposition our forces to compensate…”

“It’s possible. I have contacted the Praetor for an explanation and am waiting to hear back.”

[IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech]

Darkness blanketed the room as polarized window filtered away the turquoise glow of the Terran’s home world spiraling below. Arrenhe sat with knees propped against her chest shivering and running fingers through the raven curls of her hair. “No…this cannot be.” She whispered “we must not…we must…we…must…return…to” She shook her head violently “no!”

[To be continued….]