Sto Heir We Go Again Recover Iconian Tech
Helm Ezri Dax considered Starbase Deep Space Chiliad-thirteen on the viewscreen equally the UsS Aventine approached the time-lost relic. Repair shuttles and environment-suited work crews worked steadily over the hull, replacing and repairing critical components. It would accept some fourth dimension, but the station would exist functional again.
According to recently filed situation reports, the station was well-nigh destroyed by an asteroid in contempo times. A Federation relief send was dispatched to assist the beleaguered starbase, fifty-fifty though the chances of it arriving in time to assist were remote. Fortunately, the station's inhabitants solved their asteroid problem with some 23rd century ingenuity. While their equipment was somewhat out of appointment, their cleverness and determination were certainly up for the challenge. Keeping them from killing each other – well, that was another challenge entirely.
Like the station itself, the people on board were products of some other fourth dimension. While new skills could exist trained and the numerous advances in engineering explained, eliminating old prejudices was proving difficult. That was still an event in modern times, every bit whatsoever commander of a multi-faction Brotherhood force could testify. She'd had to interruption up a ball betwixt Federation and Klingon forces during a contempo visit to Deep Space Nine (and had the bruises to prove it). All the same, the Starfleet and Klingon inhabitants of 1000-thirteen had worked together to salvage the station, so there was some promise for them yet.
"Parking orbit consummate," the captain officer stated as her fingers flew over the controls. The Tellarite snorted. "They've given us the most inconvenient i, of course."
Ezri smiled and patted the dorsum of her chair. "We'll make do, Grikka. I have an engagement to keep. You have the bridge, Lieutenant."
"Yeah, Captain," the helm officer said, rising to sit in the command chair while her relief took over minding the Aventine'southward navigational controls.
Ezri made her manner to the turbolift. The Aventine non just brought much-needed supplies and engineers to assistance in repairs on the station, they besides brought counselors to offering support. Her time as a counselor on DS9, along with the considerable experience of her previous hosts, made her a prime candidate to atomic number 82 the counseling efforts on this mission. She'd read reports from encounters with individuals who'd been in stasis for an extended menstruation of time. They indicated that such individuals could be traumatized by culture shock after revival. In Klingons that could be... explosive.
Fortunately, she had considerable feel in dealing with Klingons too.
***
Ezri'south kickoff officeholder was waiting for her when she stepped out onto deck twenty, a short distance from where the Aventine's transporter room was located.
"Commander T'Vai," she said, greeting the Vulcan as she continued down the hall.
"Captain." She inclined her head and fell into pace with Ezri.
"You've had a run a risk to expect into K-13's history and the report from the people first on the scene here. What is your assay of the situation?" Ezri asked. T'Vai'south background was every bit a xeno-anthropologist. History was of import in understanding motivations and Ezri was thankful one time more than for her first officer's expertise.
"They are from 2270; the Federation-Klingon War had ended 3 years before. All just three of the surviving crew served during that war. Prior to that armistice agreement, there was far less contact betwixt the Federation and the Empire than nosotros accept experienced in the final fifty years. Equally a result, at that place have been multiple instances of cantankerous-cultural misunderstanding since their revival. The ranking Starfleet officer, Commander O'Ryan, has had to deal with numerous incidents."
Ezri nodded. "We're however having some issues and we've been by and large friendly. Please continue."
"The Klingons are a traditional people, as you have experienced," T'Vai observed, arching a dark eyebrow.
Ezri nodded in agreement, a hint of a grin creeping out. Oh, yep. Indeed I have.
She'd befriended many Klingons in her lifetime, every bit had several of her previous hosts. Their collective memories included more than a century of Klingon history and culture. Tradition, to them, was a cornerstone. Not entirely unlike Vulcans, Ezri thought with a sideways glance at her XO.
"Alter does non come hands to the Klingons, but once it is embraced it is done so… vigorously," T'Vai said, very diplomatically.
Ezri chuckled. "The Klingon eye, if nothing else, is a 'vigorous' matter. That tracks with my experiences. Initial resistance, and and then commitment if the idea proves sound - and honorable." Earning the respect of a Klingon could exist difficult. Earning their friendship was harder still, but one time earned – well. There were fewer beings more loyal in Ezri Dax'south stance. She'd been giving a lot of idea to the matter since she'd been tasked with assisting the time-lost crew of K-13.
"I imagine if I am able to reassure them that the Empire is just as glorious and honorable equally ever, they should feel more than at ease until the Empire's ship gets here."
The Vulcan inclined her head. "Just then, Captain."
"These Klingons are from the era where the Augment Virus was still running rampant." Ezri frowned in thought then looked at her outset officeholder. "Curzon'south memories recall some of those Klingons existence sensitive to that fact."
T'Vai nodded. "It was considered a neat shame by many Klingons to look so human."
And pointing information technology out was a cinch way to start a fight… in some cases, to the death. "I won't bring information technology up unless they do so," Ezri nodded. "Moving on -tell me nigh the Starfleet officers."
"Most of the coiffure was human," the Vulcan replied. "They hail from an era where expansion and exploration were valued very highly in the Federation."
"They liked take a chance back then," Ezri translated. "So phrasing this as another time of discovery might entreatment to them. This role of the Alpha Quadrant is largely unexplored… something of a new frontier."
"Such an approach could yield a positive effect," T'Vai replied thoughtfully. "Although with humans, in emotionally-charged matters, information technology is logical to expect a broad range of responses."
Ezri nodded in response. "I understand one of the Starfleet officers is in protective custody. Know anything nigh that?"
"The written report is somewhat cursory, Helm. 1000-xiii has no medical staff of notation. The reason given was 'stasis-related psychosis.' Doctor Kovass will be examining him shortly to define the extent of the damage."
"I look forward to her report," Ezri said as they arrived at the transporter room. She stepped onto the transporter pad and turned to face the XO. "I leave the ship in your capable hands, Commander. Call if something comes up."
"Aye, Helm," the Vulcan said. She aptitude to the transporter controls and sent her helm over to assist in a very dissimilar sort of repair onboard K-13.
***
Beaming into the central hub of One thousand-13 brought back a flood of memories from a life Ezri had not led. Curzon Dax had lived in the 23rd century, and the shapes, colors, sounds and even smells of the ancient station threw her dorsum into the by. Ezri smiled, briefly recalling the brilliant and talented Dr. McCoy, and looked effectually, orienting herself.
It was, equally her old friend Benjamin would have put information technology, 'a dump'.
Oh, there had been efforts to collect some of the debris and articulate space, but at that place were more than of import matters to nourish to than the aesthetics of the hub expanse. At least the commissary area had been cleared, and she saw that some of the replicators were working. Broken consoles were being worked on by coiffure in modern Starfleet uniforms, merely they appeared to exist somewhat puzzled past the quondam tech. Men and women in the style of Starfleet uniform worn in 2270 looked upwards at her curiously every bit she beamed in, then returned to their tasks.
"Captain Dax?"
Ezri turned to detect a human being in a mustard colored tunic with commander'south bars on the sleeves. She held out a mitt and smiled. "That's me. Commander O'Ryan?"
He smiled. "Guilty as charged. Give thanks y'all for coming and dealing with the-"O'Ryan paused and nervously ran a hand through his thinning red hair. "Situation."
Ezri's smile fell a picayune. "Situation?"
"Yeah." He stepped in closer and dropped his voice. "For one, I have some concerns about my chief- my former chief engineer. Your CMO is looking in on him now."
"He is the i suffering from stasis-induced psychosis?"
O'Ryan nodded. "And for another, well, the Klingons-" The commander was cut off as an aroused roar and a crash sounded over past the replicators followed by angry shouting in Klingon. "Not again," O'Ryan sighed.
Ezri institute the ii Klingon men facing off confronting one another, gear up to fight. Others had risen from their seats or come closer. "This happens often?" she asked quickly.
"More, recently. They were fine at first so," he gestured helplessly.
"I'll see what I can exercise," she said striding forward.
"What is this?" she chosen out as she stepped boldly into the area, startling Klingons and humans alike. "Who is in charge here?"
"I am," a tall Klingon warrior said. His brow hardly showed the usual ridges of his species, and he wore the Imperial compatible common in 23rd century. "I am Commander Krom," he said, drawing himself up. "And who are you?" His eyes narrowed as he looked her up and downwards. "What are you?"
Ezri grinned back, flashing a piffling fleck of her teeth. "Ezri Dax, Captain of the Aventine."
"Is that supposed to impress me?" Krom said, looming over her.
"I would wait an honorable Klingon to have some respect for the rank, if nothing else," she replied.
"Starfleet ranks alone practise not print me, conflicting."
"And he has no respect for captains," someone in the dorsum muttered in Klingon, unaware she could understand them. Several of the Klingons began to chuckle darkly. Krom's expression tightened slightly.
Interesting.
"I'm a Trill," she said, non backing down. "A joined Trill. The Dax symbiont has been a friend of the Klingons for more a century. I am hither to assist, if yous are brave plenty to face the challenge." She tossed that exact gauntlet downwards in front of him with the sass and claiming she'd inherited from Jadzia Dax, and set her hands on her hips.
"Another Starfleet officeholder mocks usa," someone else muttered from the dorsum.
"Await how the Commander takes information technology," another voice said.
Ezri was first to get a sense of what was going on to crusade the disruption among the Klingons at least. Dissention in the ranks. Krom was in charge, but only a commander. Had their captain died?
"Silence," Krom roared dorsum at his people in his ain language. He looked back at Ezri. "We practice not need your help."
"I don't know," she said. "You're all of a sudden in a fourth dimension and identify not your ain. You're on a station controlled by people you have recently been at war with. Reasonable concerns for even the heartiest warrior."
Krom growled. "Our business organization is none of yours, Trill."
"Actually it is. I am hither on behalf of the Alliance. Not just the Federation, but the Empire every bit well," Ezri said, noting the marvel and surprise on the faces effectually her.
"The Empire would non send one such as you," a Klingon lieutenant twice her top sneered at her.
"Why non," she challenged dorsum in Klingon, surprising the group. The lieutenant stepped dorsum as she connected to speak. "I swear to you on the blood of my ancestors that I am equally honorable equally whatsoever of you. The High Council knows the name Dax. We have fought side past side and shed the blood of our enemies together."
"Bah," the lieutenant said, patently unimpressed at present that he was over his surprise. "Bold words, easier believed from a Klingon. And I practise not see the High Council behind you, woman."
"Peradventure we should listen to this warrior, Toram," Krom said, addressing the lieutenant.
"Perhaps nosotros should terminate listening to you," Toram replied. "Y'all took abroad our chance at a glorious death and at present we are little more than Federation slaves."
"Captain B'ram was a fool," Krom roared back. "Keep speaking like a fool, and I shall see to information technology that you share his fate."
Ah. So the captain had died at the hands of his second – Krom – and non everyone was happy about it. This was escalating quickly. Ezri wracked her brain to find a way to diffuse things fast. Failure meant someone was going to be hurt - or worse.
"We could take taken the station with B'ram, or died gloriously trying!" Toram shouted. He turned his angry eyes on Ezri. "And mayhap nosotros should take it notwithstanding, and those ships outside! We tin start past taking this pitiful excuse for a captain hostage!"
Ezri saw him tense, and then lunge as if in tedious move. Decades of training beyond half a dozen lifetimes kicked in with a fluid grace. Calmly, she executed a defensive motion on the raging Klingon. He overbalanced, and using his momentum confronting him, she sent the hapless young officer sailing over her shoulder to state in a pile of debris. He stared up at the ceiling, stunned but alive.
"Y'all're not the offset Klingon to take a swing at me," she grinned. "And you lot won't be the last."
Ezri waved down the security officers with drawn phasers and turned dorsum to Krom. The Klingon looked impressed. So did some of the others. Skillful. I can piece of work with that.
"Your commander has wisely saved your lives," she said. "The Empire and the Federation are no longer at state of war. We are allies, fighting far more deadly and dangerous opponents together," she said. "There are dishonorable enemies out there who will wear your ain appearance every bit a mask and hibernate in plainly sight, only to sow chaos and discord. The Klingons were vigilant and saw this threat! The Federation was blind at beginning, only then we saw the truth!" she said, stalking around the grouping, holding their attention. "Together we fought beings of air and darkness! Creatures then powerful they could transport their entire armada into the very eye of the Empire or the Federation in the blink of an middle."
"Kahless the Reborn fought with the states," she stated proudly, and that elicited murmurs from the Klingons as well as curious interest. "He single-handedly turned the tide of an Iconian attack! He and a brave team of warriors fought into the heart of the creature's lair. Defeating foe subsequently foe, they made their mode to where T'ket, their greatest warrior, commanded a mighty Iconian fleet. Though they knew it might well mean their deaths, it would surely mean the death of all on Qo'noS if they did non strike fast and true." She looked around, pausing in a chip of theater that was part of a good Klingon saga.
And and so Ezri told them of the terminal stand up of Kahless, and of the might of the Klingon Empire at the final battle of the Iconian War. She spoke of Klingon bravery and valiance, and the glory and renown they had won fighting together with their comrades in the Alliance.
"In that location is celebrity untold out there still," she said proudly. "This is a new age, with new opportunities. You have been saved so you lot tin can join your brothers and sisters in battles worthy of song!"
Toram grunted but inclined his head to the commander in a way that indicated he wasn't going to pursue the consequence at the moment. He went back to work. Equally if that was a signal, the spectators, all of them, began to get back to what they had been doing before. Ezri breathed a sigh of relief. She'd given the Klingons something to think about, and hopefully some reassurance that the Empire they knew and the Empire of today weren't so unlike.
"Helm Dax," Krom said. "All of that was truthful?"
Ezri smiled, a gentler i that didn't challenge. "On my honor, and that of my House," she said solemnly. "Every word is true." She gestured to the replicators. "How about we get a couple raktajinos and I answer whatever questions yous might have?"
Krom eyed her suspiciously for a long moment before grunting agreement. While it wasn't a resounding success, it was a start.
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