Star Trek : Death of an Abomination [complete]
Posted: 2005-10-25 07:49pm
Star Trek : Death of an AbominationNote from the Author wrote:Yes, yes I know I have another fanfiction in progress, but I wanted to take a break from it, and wanted to finish something for once. So here is a short story I whipped up, hope you enjoy. Ka'plah!
"Range, twenty thousand killicams.", said K'vorth. Krathsis was leaning forward, focused on the object closing on the viewscreen. The smoke and smell of battle allured him as it always did. The targ beside his command throne screached. The enemy was formidable. The battle would be glorious. None of the abominations would be left alive.
"Range, ten thousand killicams.", said K'vorth.
"Prepare to decloak and transfer all power to weapons!", barked Krathsis. The gunnery officer started programming his console. Krathsis didn't even know his name. With today's victory, Grazon's death would not be in vain.
"Firing range, sir.", said K'vorth.
"Decloak! Fire at will!", said Krathsis. The lighting illuminated smoke wih yellow, then red. On the viewscreen, Krathsis could see the rest of the Imperial Klingon Fleet decloaking at the same time surrounding the enemy on all sides and firing their daggers of death at the enemy's wall. Torpedo after torpedo impacted into the enemy's superstructure, and tore monstrous craters into their hellish foes. Again and again they fired, spread after spread of torpedo, disruptor after disruptor. The fleet too was unleashing all its fury.
"Enemy opening fire.", said K'vorth. Krathsis saw the viewscreen dance from side to side, from up to down in a blur, dancing through the emerald deathbringers. He took a look down at his console, and punched a button to bring up tactical. There was only one of them, and many, many Klingons, yet the enemy persisted, and one by one the ships of the Empire were being reduced to debris.
"The Chancellor's ship has been destroyed.", said K'vorth grimly. Krathsis snarled. He had many comrades on the Negh'Var. "Enemy's status?"
"Weapons... ineffective. They have adapted.", said K'vorth. Krathsis's right arm went to his belt. So this was it. Would they destroy them, or would he have a chance to avenge Grazon?
"Enemy locking tractor beam. Shields failing.", said K'vorth. Krathsis slammed his chair's communicator. "Prepare to be boarded!", screamed Krathsis.
"Shields down. Switching power to scattering fields.", said K'vorth. "Don't let them touch you!", said Krathsis. Just as he said this, a Borg shimmered into existence beside him. Before it was fully formed, K'vorth slashed at it with his mek'leth, and it appeared without an arm. It swung with its other arm, but K'vorth slashed off its other arm at the same time, tearing apart bone and sinew. Then K'vorth decapitated it.
Krathsis only saw this for a split second, before one appeared in front of him. Krathsis was sitting down, at a disadvantage, but he drew his disruptor from his belt and shot, vaporizing the drone. A second one reached for Krathsis, but by now he was standing and cut off the drone's hand just as it reached his neck. Krathsis kicked it to the ground, and slashed at some exposed tubes around its neck, spraying black fluid. Then he removed its head.
"Emergency forcefields activated through the ship.", said K'vorth. Krathsis looked around. The gunner was sprawled across his console. He had managed to kill the drone, but wasn't as swift as Krathsis or K'vorth, and his skin was turning white. Krathsis fired his disruptor. Better to die as your own master than live as a slave. "How long will it last?"
"Power was rerouted to emergency forcefields from engineering.", said K'vorth. Krathsis slammed his fist into the wall. "K'nark, the fool, he'll dishonor us all! Weapons, propulsion..."
"Engines offline, weapons have no power, and torpedoes are offline.", said Krathsis. "External sensors offline. Internal sensors detect five thousand intruders across all decks."
"How many of our brethren?"
"Less than a thousand."
Krathsis looked at the young officers and warriors under his command. There were nearly a dozen of them, Borg drones dead at their feet, staring at Krathsis. "We must go to engineering.", said Krathsis. Krathsis went to the body of the gunnery officer, then raised his mek'leth in the air. "Glory to the Empire! Death to the Infidels!", said Krathsis. K'vorth shouted, and the others followed suit raising their mek'leths and bat'leths in the air in salute.
Krathsis fired his disruptor at his controls, destroying them. K'vorth did the same, and all the others followed suit. There would be no turning back. As the crew burned their equipment, Krathsis picked up two disruptors from their dead occupiers, fiddled with their controls, and stuck them in his belt in his back. Two large crewmen positioned themselves beside the door's manual override, while the rest of the crew lined up in firing formation several feet behind the wide blast door. Krathsis could hear the sound of drilling and sawing. Krathsis raised his hand, then dropped it. The crewmen, together, pulled at the large lever, and the door unwillingly screached then gave way. The opening gave birth to arms, several of them, with hideous apparatus attached to their wrists instead of hands. They were ready for them though. K'vorth slashed at the hands, cutting them off, being careful to stay away. As the entire door gave birth, Krathsis saw a hundred Klingons in the hallway engaged in a brawl with drones. The officers were either assimilated or dead, and there was no coordination in their attacks. Warriors were being felled from behind rather than in front. None were acting in concert, all would be overwhelmed in short order.
"Stay together!", shouted Krathsis. "Advance!", said Krathsis. K'vorth in the center, along with the bridge crew, advanced in a loose line through the hallway, slashing and hacking, taking the Borg one by one through the wide corridor. Krathsis was behind the front line, but he saw warriors deftly hack off approaching arms and heads, surround Borg, stab Borg, slash Borg, kill Borg. The warriors stepped over the bodies of drones and the unfortunate ones who had been assimilated. Occasionally a warrior was careless and let a drone's arm wander too close. These warriors fell to the ground and were vaporized as their skin turned pale, the executioners knowing that they were doing a just and noble deed. As more Borg were downed, more warriors joined the line, until they had reached the end of the hallway and more than a hundred limbless and headless Borg littered the hall. A cheer went up. "Silence!", snapped Krathsis. "There is much fighting before we can declare victory!"
"Auxillary control.", said K'vorth. Krathsis nodded. They turned the hallway, dozens of Klingon warriors forming a circle around K'vorth and Krathsis. Most had their mek'leths drawn, some had bat'leths, and a few had their disruptors ready. Krathsis had given standing orders before the battle that disruptors were to be used as a last resort, and only by officers. So far it had worked, the Borg hadn't seemed to have adapted yet. Occasionally down the hall, they passed a few dead Borg, the occasional brawl between a small Klingon group and some drones. There were surprisingly little Borg. By the time they reached auxillary control, the Krathsis had over a hundred and fifty bloodthirsty warriors under his command, death having already culled the weak ones, meaning all those with him had killed at least one Borg, some several, a few many. The Klingons marched in formation to surround the entrance, posting sentries at both ends of the hallway which stretched hundreds of meters in the distance and from which screams and cries of fighting could be heard echoing from the distance. Krathsis felt uneasy. Something was wrong.
"Form firing line!", said K'vorth. Those with disruptors lined up behind the doors to auxillary control, while those with bladed weapons went to the side staying out of the field of fire. He held up a scanning device. "Auxillary control has an atmosphere. Lifesigns inconclusive." Two crewmen were about to pull the manual override lever when a shout to the right and a shout to the left made Krathsis glance in both directions. Red lights pierced the smoke, and hundreds of Borg were methodically marching towards them from ahead and behind the hallway.
Trapped.
"Hold your fire!", shouted Krathsis to the flanks. Krathsis walked up to the door and snapped in a key. The crewmen then pulled the override lever. The door opened. This time there were no hands, but a shout from inside. Hatok and his men were lined up opposite K'vorth and his, their disruptors and mek'leths at the ready. "Commander Krathsis!", shouted Hatok.
"Into the room, into the room, now!", screamed Krathsis. The drones, were a hundred meters away on each side of the hallway. The Klingons filed into the room one by one, but were too slow. The Borg front line made contact, and the Klingons engaged. Krathsis screamed from the rear, trying to get more men inside auxillary control, but it was useless. Their blood had boiled, and they would not listen. The drones kept coming in waves. The Klingons in front hacked and slashed at Borg, but they kept coming, again and again, dead drones dematerializing so not to obstruct the horde. A hundred and fifty Klingons became a hundred, then eighty, then fifty. By then Krathsis and K'vorth had managed to disengage as many warriors as they could, ordering them into auxillary control, and had begun closing the door. As the last Klingon warrior fell, the blast doors slammed shut, and Krathsis screamed. Most of the warriors left were both intelligent and adept, able to control their bloodlust but at the same time harness it. K'vorth himself was stained with black lubricant, and had killed a dozen abominations. Krathsis had tried to stay back, but had found himself overwhelmed at times, and had killed a half dozen of them, including the one on the bridge. How many warriors did he have left.
Only a few dozen.
K'vorth punched at the controls. "We have emergency transporters.", said Hatok. Hatok and his men hadn't entered the melee, and Krathsis was grateful Hatok had trained his men to control their bloodlust. beside K'vorth. Krathsis smiled. "Prepare to beam to engineering.", he said. K'vorth mastered the console. "I am spreading us out across engineering." Hatok shouted to his men, and they cheered. Krathsis raised his blade. "Myself as well. You as well. We will need every man to retake Engineering." K'vorth looked at him questiongly, then nodded. "Yes, my lord." This was it. If they could accomplish this, perhaps they could return to Qo'nos with honor.
Krathsis dematerialized and was swinging his weapon around in the matter stream before he had fully formed. Engineering was dark. Krathsis couldn't hear any signs of battle. Around him were his warriors. The Borg were there, but all in stasis, unmoving from the walls. Krathsis raised his hand, then horror overcame him. Ambush. "To the door, to the door, get out of here, now!", he shouted. His men obeyed rushing to the door, but a forcefield threw the first two warriors down, and one of younger warriors screamed as his face was seared as he impacted the barrier.
"Species 5611. Klingon.", said a voice from the darkness. Green pulses streaked from the darkness, felling several Klingons. "Fire!", screamed Hatok pointing in the direction of the bursts. Green passed green, Hatok's men, mostly armed with disruptors, immediately reacted firing back into the darkness, but as the figure emerged, Krathsis's heart plummeted. The disruptor shots were being absorbed by this abomination's shields. It looked faintly human, and as she came closer killing more warriors with her rapid pulses, Krathsis could see it was a woman. Hatok drew his knife and charged, his men following suit, but all were downed in rapid sucession before they came into range. The green pulses passed through the Klingon's bodies, killing several warriors at once and buring holes where hearts once beat. Then she came to Krathsis's men. K'long. K'toth. A'var. K'kloth. Greven. K'son. Gowroth. K'nart. All were killed, until finally there was K'vorth and Krathsis left. K'vorth stepped in front of Krathsis and snarled, then lept. He too was shot, and as she stepped over K'vorth she kicked his head, snapping it.
"Resistance is futile.", she smiled.
"No, abomination. You have failed." Krathsis laughed, a deep belly laugh, and pulled the two disruptors from his belt back, throwing them at the feet of the Borg Queen. She screached, and Krathsis roared in laughter as he was engulfed in flames, the warp core breach turning him into nothingness as he thought only one thought over and over.
He could go back to Qo'nos. He could go... home.
Brian