From: neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Neale Davidson)
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: STMOW 7/20
Date: 29 Jul 92 02:22:40 GMT
Organization: Purdue University Computing Center


 
  - STAR TREK     ----------------------------------------------------
  - MORALS OF WAR ----------------------------------------------------
 
  Part Seven of Twenty
  (Not Including the Prelude)
 
  Disclaimer : This is fan-zine material, which means that it's
  neither cannon nor seeking to be. I'm doing this for fun.
 
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  CHAPTER SEVEN
 
        The IRON CLAW II is indeed an impressive ship, Konok 
  mused as he regarded the bridge about him. It was much larger 
  than the bird-of-prey's bridge, allowing for more room to walk 
  about than before. Stations could have their functions switched 
  around, which was a definate advantage for the command area.
        It was, Konok admitted, vastly superior to the vessel he 
  had commanded for so long. The IRON CLAW II was simply the best 
  vessel in the Romulan fleet.
        ~We will be crossing the Neutral Zone into Federation 
  territory in three minutes, Commander,~ the helmsman grunted. 
  ~I repsectfully submit that we abort this mission,~ he finally 
  added, overcoming his fear of his commander.
        Konok smiled, understanding his minion's fear. ~We have 
  the superior vessel, and the superior plan, Secundam. You have 
  nothing to fear.~
        The Secundam didn't seem to believe that statement, but 
  quickly turned around to avoid more confrontation. He was, 
  after all, more afraid of his commander than of the unknown 
  dangers in the Neutral Zone.
        ~Sir, I'm getting a voice message, eminating from beyond 
  the Neutral Zone,~ another officer piped up.
        Konok turned abruptly, ~On visual.~
        ~Voice message only, Commander Konok,~ the commincations 
  officer replied. Konok simply pointed forward, indicating the 
  go-ahead.
        For a moment, static was all that filled the speakers, 
  but a voice came only a few seconds later, and successfully 
  drowned out the static surrounding it. ~This is Commander T'Sal 
  of Imperial Intelligence aboard the ENTERPRISE. If you are 
  recieving this message, then I am pleased that my mission has 
  been successful,~ the voice began.
        Konok said nothing, he seemed wholly taken with the 
  message. This was the person responsible for my greatest 
  mission, Konok considered. Perhaps I should thank him when 
  ENTERPRISE lies in ruins about me.
        ~The ship is a battlecruiser, more powerful and advanced 
  than our Nova Class battleships,~ the report began. Konok let 
  his hand rest under his grin. ~The vessel, from what I've seen, 
  is a fair match for your new battleship, Commander.~
        ~As per orders, I have suceeded in damaging their key 
  systems to force them into the scheduled confrontation. The 
  ENTEPRISE has been damaged by the tampering, though the repair 
  crews are far more efficient than had been anticipated,~ the 
  message continued. ~They have already overcome the navigational 
  lock as well as the loss of their main computer.~
        If Konok was troubled by the news, he took no pains to 
  show it. Instead, his smiled widened. The ENTERPRISE would no 
  longer be a sitting duck for his attack, but a prepared and 
  capable opponent. Konok felt the Romulan equivalent of 
  adreneline pour through his body.
        ~The ship is currently on course to their Starbase 
  Fourteen for emergency repairs. The captain and first officer 
  seem to disagree as to their next course of action.~
        Konok toggled off the communications switch, smiling and 
  confident. ~Continue on course to Genesis sector, warp seven.~
        ~But, sir,~ the helmsman protested. ~The ENTERPRISE won't 
  be there when we arrive. Surely there is no point of crossing 
  the Neutral Zone now?~
        Konok's smiled faded into a smirk. ~Ah, but there is, 
  Secundam,~ he responded in an evilly assured tone. ~You should 
  have more faith in fate. The ENTERPRISE will be there. It must 
  be.~
 


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