Today, I journey to Sto-vo-kor. "
By: Darg , Klingon Warrior , [NPC]
Governor Deleplane , Leader of Pacifica , [NPC]
Korg , Klingon Warrior , [NPC]
Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.29 1640

==USS Yamato==

Melissa and her team located the security station shortly after boarding the Yamato. They slowly made their way there. Fortunately, the Zion's transporter chief knew exactly what he was doing and had placed them close to their target.

"Lieutenant, " said crewman Dean as he ducked a Federation phaser blast, "the enemy is blocking our communications."

"We can't worry about that now," she relied, "Lay down some serious fire power on them. Let's go." Her team opened fire on the Federation position. The sheer force devastated the enemy and forced them to fall back into main security.

"Cowards," spat Korg as they moved up closer to the entrance.

A shimmering light appeared in front of the entrance to security. Melissa uttered a string of curses, "Domingo," she barked, "Get that containment field down."

"Aye sir," he replied as he slipped around the corner and down the corridor to the nearest Jeffries tube.

Melissa waited what seemed to her like hours. When Domingo calmly walked back with a confident smile. "All done," he said.

Melissa glanced at Korg who checked the force field. He shook his head. Trying hard to suppress her annoyance she said, "What did you do Ensign?"

"Maximum damage sir," he replied. No sooner had he gotten the words out of his mouth than a loud rumbling explosion erupted down the corridor and the entire deck plunged into darkness.

Not wasting any time she and her team stormed into the security center.

A warrior named Daggbr'th was the first to be mortally wounded. Four others perished quickly as well. The causalities on the Federation side were staggering. Twenty men lay dead from distruptor blasts.

The klingons immediately went to work ensuring the Federation dead were really dead.

Melissa entered the detention block. In the cells were several Pacificians, "Governor Deleplane," she shouted. There was a stunned silence. "I am Lieutenant Jarvis from the Maquis Alliance."

A murmur of excitement filled the room. Several of the occupants of cell B turned and looking at one of their comrades. Melissa stood directly in front of cell B. The man stood up and said, "I am Delaplane."

"Good to see you governor," said Melissa as she deactivated the cell. "Wilkens," she called to one of her men, "have the governor identify his people and get them out of confinement."

"Aye sir," said Wilkins.

Turning back to Delaplane, "We are going to get you and your people out of here."

"Thank you Lieutenant," replied Delaplane.

Now that things were pretty stable Melissa began considering the communication problem. She exited the detention center just in time to see a Federation security agent enter the security center brandishing a very large cannon. He opened fired, the strange cannon sent a blast across the room and hit Korg in the chest. The intruder was instantly cut down by several Klingons.

Melissa watches as Korg slumped to the floor. "Korg," she shouted as she crossed the room and knelt beside him. She could se no visible burns on him and thought that perhaps the cannon had malfunctioned. Korg's eyes bulged and he began to shake ever so slightly.

"It's killing me from the inside," said Korg between gasps for air. His face contorted in agony.

Fighting to control the desperation she felt, Melissa tried to call the Zion for help. Their communications were still being blocked. Another Klingon joined her next to Korg, she was surprised to see Darg.

With much effort Korg grabbed Darg's arm, "Today, I journey to Sto-vo-kor."

Darg thumped his fist on Korg's armor, "Let the Dead beware!"

"Darg," began Korg. Korg's body was now shaking violently and he was using every bit of his will to speak, "She is my mate." He looked from Darg to Melissa.

"Are you delerious?" demanded Darg.

Korg could not respond, he let out a wail of pure agony and then lay still and lifeless.

Darg growled as he pushed Korg's eyelids open with his thumbs. He looked at Melissa

Melissa looked around and saw that the rest of the Klingons had gathered around. It started as a growl deep in her chest and grew in intensity until Melissa was howling at the top of her lungs.

Others in the back echoed the warning yell of the dead, Darg himself also began yelling, thumping his fist on his armor.

When the last of the yell was complete, Melissa stood, she felt nothing other than shear anger. It boiled inside her. Realizing that that Darg was not even supposed to be here, "Darg, why are you here and not in Engineering?"

Darg turned his head and snarled at Melissa, "Engineering has been taken, communications is out, we came to see if you needed...help. It seems we were too late," he retorted.

Melissa walked over and inspected the strange weapon that had killed Korg. She pried it from the Federation security officer's dead hands and hefted the bulky weapon. "Domingo, Jones, and Fredrick! You are with me. The rest of you secure this station and get the Governor and his people ready to go."

With four quick steps Darg intercepted Melissa, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the bridge," she said unemotionally as she left security.

Darg looked around at his warriors menacingly, "Are you waiting for the targs to come home? Move it!" he yelled gesturing after Jarvis.