章 100: Stuff of Klingon Nightmares
"Captain's Log, Stardate 87976.4
The Nexus has arrived at Earth Spacedock. Over the next few days, my senior officers will conduct one-on-one reviews with their teams, ensuring the ship's annual assessments are completed. Meanwhile, I will be subjected to a 'debrief' by the five leaders of the Khitomer Alliance. Every action, reaction, and decision I've made over the past year will be scrutinized. I've faced panels like this a dozen times across my lifetimes, but never have I sat before the top five leaders of the largest alliance the galaxy has ever known. The outcome of this meeting could determine whether I remain in command of the Nexus or am reassigned to another ship, replaced by someone deemed 'more suitable.'
To say I am more nervous than I've ever been is an understatement."
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Captain Anzyl Praxas sat in the center of a large conference table aboard Earth Spacedock. Behind him, the majestic Earth hung like a radiant jewel, blue and green hues swirling with clouds. On the opposite side of the table sat the five leaders of the Khitomer Alliance.
Admiral Quinn of the United Federation of Planets, Chancellor L'Rell of the Klingon Empire, Proconsul D'Tan of the Romulan Republic, Loriss 4—the personal Vorta representative of Odo of the Dominion—and Admiral Kumaarke of the Lukari Concordium, each sat with datapads, prepared to dissect Anzyl's reports.
Sweat beaded on Anzyl's palms, though he fought to maintain a calm exterior. Fortunately, two of the five leaders were close friends and allies, but the sheer presence of the others, especially L'Rell and Loriss, weighed heavily on him.
"Greetings, Captain," Admiral Quinn began, his tone neutral, yet carrying the weight of command. "As I informed you in our initial contact, the leaders of the Khitomer Alliance have requested this meeting to review some... rather peculiar reports your ship has filed over the past year." He glanced down at his datapad, shaking his head slightly. "Quite honestly, Anzyl, some of these are hard to believe, even for me."
L'Rell, the reincarnated clone of the Daughter of Kahless and current leader of the Klingon Empire, was the first to interject, her voice full of authority. "Let us begin with the first major incident, Captain," she said. "On Stardate 87083, you were to rendezvous with an envoy of the Delta Alliance in the Kendran System within the Delta Quadrant to initiate peace talks with the Vaadwaur. But that didn't happen, did it?"
Anzyl shook his head, his nerves momentarily forgotten as his mind slipped back to that fateful mission. "No, Chancellor. When we arrived, our scans showed the entire envoy had been destroyed. The ships weren't just attacked—they were torn apart. We later discovered that the culprits were the Fek'ihri."
D'Tan leaned forward, his eyebrow raised in skepticism. "Ah, yes. The so-called 'Ghosts of Klingon Nightmares,' the Fek'ihri." His tone suggested disbelief.
Before Anzyl could respond, Admiral Kumaarke of the Lukari Concordium spoke up, her tone sharper than usual. "I can personally attest to the validity of the Fek'ihri threat, Proconsul." She turned toward D'Tan. "I have seen these creatures myself above New Kentar. Both the Reskava and the Rentari conducted full-spectrum scans during their engagements with the Nexus and the Kentari fleet. These monsters are very real."
With a quick press of her datapad, the conference room's main screen flickered to life, displaying detailed scans and blueprints of Fek'ihri vessels. Each one was more terrifying than the last.
"I do not argue that they are real, Admiral," L'Rell replied, her tone colder than before. "But I question whether they are truly the Fek'ihri. I have spent time in Gre'thor before my resurrection, among the true Fek'ihri." Her eyes narrowed as she studied the scans. "These are not the same beings I encountered."
Proconsul D'Tan interjected, curiosity creeping into his voice. "If they are not the true Fek'ihri, then what are they?"
Admiral Quinn tapped his fingers on the table thoughtfully. "I think we should launch a full investigation into this new threat. More and more reports of fleets being destroyed are crossing my desk, and it's becoming impossible to ignore."
"I concur," L'Rell declared, raising her hand to cast her vote. The others soon followed, their faces a mixture of concern and determination.
As the meeting took a darker turn, Loriss 4, the Vorta representative, abruptly changed the subject. "I am more concerned," she began, her voice sharp, "with these... modifications you have made to your ship, Captain. Dual-cyclonic shielding, Borg nanite regenerative hull systems, and replicators powered by plasmonic leech technology." She fixed Anzyl with a steely gaze. "Were you ever going to share these advancements with the rest of the Alliance, including the Dominion? Or were you planning to keep them for yourself?"
Before Anzyl could respond, Admiral Quinn shot Loriss a pointed look. "What exactly are you implying, Vorta?"
Anzyl quickly found his voice, speaking up in defense of his crew. "Chief Tey'Un submitted full schematics for every modification made to the Nexus, and as Chief Engineer, he has the authority to make necessary upgrades to the ship with my final approval." Anzyl allowed a small smile to creep onto his face. "Frankly, those modifications have saved the Nexus more than once. It's running better than I ever thought possible."
L'Rell leaned back, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized Loriss. "So, the Dominion can access the technology, just as every member of the Alliance may. I'm curious as to why you shifted the topic from the Fek'ihri threat to unacquired technology, Loriss."
The Vorta shuffled uncomfortably in her seat. "I was merely ensuring the prosperity of the Dominion and the Founders."
"Enough!" Admiral Quinn barked, his voice cutting through the tension. "This back-and-forth isn't getting us anywhere. We're here to review Captain Anzyl's actions, not argue over internal politics."
Kumaarke chimed in, her voice steady but supportive. "Frankly, I think he did the best with what he had," she said, casting a knowing glance at Anzyl. "The Nexus was the first ship to survive a Fek'ihri assault, let alone document it. And not just once—twice. If I hadn't been present for the second encounter, I'd have difficulty believing the reports myself."
She motioned toward the screen, where the scans of the Fek'ihri vessels still loomed ominously. "Regardless of what we call them, this threat is very real. And the fact that Captain Praxas and his crew survived at all is no small feat."
D'Tan, who had been reviewing a different set of documents, raised a more personal issue. "What about the lawsuit that followed? There were Romulan casualties among the crew. Some will never find peace with the elements again."
Admiral Quinn shook his head. "The case of Khitomer v. Praxas has already been settled in court. There's no need to reopen it here." He then turned to Anzyl, his tone softening slightly. "However, I'd recommend checking on the Kobal colony when you get the chance, Captain."
Admiral Kumaarke raised her hand. "I vote we move on. The Nexus scans, and my own testimony, validate this report."
One by one, the other heads raised their hands, signaling their agreement.
As the proceedings moved forward, Anzyl let out a quiet sigh of relief. "One report down," he muttered to himself. "Who knows how many more to go?"
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Xairou
Xairou To celebrate my 100th Episode, this arc is a small, but classic Star Trek trope, the Recap Episode. See how far the crew has come in just a short 100 chapters.
This is a Star Trek fanfiction, based off of Star Trek Online universe.
Based on Star Trek, created by Gene Roddenberry.
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