<VPA Alpha Stream> The Defence of Pek-ta V

The Defence of Pek-ta V
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*Note: This log takes place 32 years ago*
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The klaxon sounded and it was deafening. Empet stared at the field medic
whose table she was lying on. The news he had just given her dizzied her but
she had no time to process it as she grabbed her disruptor and belted out to
take up her post.

A son... The young woman had to shake herself to make her mind focus on what
she was doing. The doctor had told her she was pregnant after she'd
collapsed on duty. She was having a son and she knew whose it was. The old
man had asked her if she was mated or married but she hadn't answered him
because right at that moment, the klaxon had declared that they were under
attack.

There was a sense of excitement and trepidation through the ranks of
defenders as they waited for the Romulans or whatever force was coming. They
wouldn't have long to wait.

The fizz of transporters all around them and suddenly they were thrown in a
flurry of fighting. Too close range to use her gun, Empet dropped it and
drew her bat'leth. Her blood pumped violently in her ears as she swung it,
feeling it connect with the neck of the Romulan in front of her. A spurt of
green blood drenched her but she didn't even stop. Each swing brought down
another man and she found herself gaining ground toward the centre for the
foray.

As she reached the higher ground at the centre of their outpost, she saw the
commander and his first officer were dead as were most of the other
officers. The Romulans were brutal in their attack. For a moment, she had
the time and luxury to turn and assess the situation. The Klingons were
scattered, forced into small, tight groups of fighting while the Romulans
seemed to be massing for the final assault. Letting out a war cry, she
gained the attention of every warrior close enough to hear her above the
yelling. In quick, sharp actions, she split the group around her up into
smaller units and indicated where they should go and what they should do.
This done, she grabbed a disruptor rifle and headed for higher ground.

Her first unit roared and charged the main group that were heading for the
shield generator. Their attack was violent and they successfully distracted
them. The second unit started to gather other Klingons together, getting
bigger and then splitting off again to make other units that spread out over
the outpost.

She jumped to clamber up onto the roof of a building and leap from rooftop
to rooftop until she had the Romulan commander in her sights. She kept low
and stared around constantly to make sure no one had seen her. As she
approached the nearest point, she dropped down to her stomach and took aim.
The scope of her gun fixed firmly on her target and she squeezed the
trigger. The Romulan exploded in a scream of red light but she kept firing,
wanting to take down as many of their officers as they'd taken of theirs.

"Fvadt Kll'inghann," she heard a deep, hard voice snarl behind her and she
rolled to see a tall Romulan with black hair and dark eyes growl at her. He
took aim with his disruptor but she brought the butt of her own up to
dislodge his. In fast movements, he grabbed her rifle and yanked it from her
grasp. Slamming it down hard in her abdomen, he swept it up as she doubled
over and sent her flying from the roof.

"tr'Hah'dee to Aehallh, mission abort! We have lost the Commander and
Sub-Commander, get us out of here!"

Every Romulan disappeared in a blur of transporters. A wild roar went up
from the remaining Klingons and the cry went up, "Kai Empet! Kai the saviour
of Pek-ta V!"

The world felt like it had been stuffed full of feathers as she slowly came
around to white, clean walls and the smell of disinfectant. "Where..."

"Shh," the doctor insisted as he held his hand to her shoulder to stop her
from rising. "You're in the medic suite. Be calm, HoD Empet, you're going to
be fine."

"HoD?" she murmured then flinched when a stabbing pain tore at her stomach.
Her hands went over it protectively. Her son... She glanced up into the eyes
of the medic and saw the answer to her question without even needing to ask
it. The blow from the Romulan had done more damage to the foetus than to
her. "Is he..."

"There was nothing I could do, HoD," the man said sadly. "I tried my best, I
swear to you."

She dropped her hand onto his arm as firmly as she could manage even though
she felt strangled. "I know you did." Then she met his eyes again, dropped
her head back and let out a wailing, piercing death cry. Hear this, all
hosts of Sto'Vo'Kor, open thy gates to Karthan, son of Martok, child of the
House of Topian!

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