ON: U.S.S Crossover. Sector 3361. Between the Klingon and Romulan borders. Approx 3 months prior to the disappearence of the Federation Starship Sirion.
Above the throbbing hum of the warp drive that enabled the small and currently-cloaked Crossover to quickly insert into unwanted places - all he could hear in the candlelit room was his own hear thumping against his ribs.
Behind closed eyelids, he envisaged the fire from the many candles breathing in life, breaking free of its petty wick-mooring and dancing through the stale air like wicked sprites. In his mind, the fires gently touched eachother, slowly bonding whilst encircling the small metal room.
He could feel the warmth, and the homliness on his skin, could sense the love that was expanding from the glorious flames in the room, swirling round him, now joined in one large mass in his minds eye.
He pictured the flames slowing, slowly beginning to change form from a random coalescing into something familiar as he knelt in front of a Bajoran stone prayer mandella. The warmth moving to the front of his face, Abubakar Jaran crossed his arms across his chest and admired as the loving flames spiralled into a vageuly humanoid shape.
"Kosst A'mojan, Ka'li bor'ek, no'ma ten'su, fah-jah nori bentu'sa..." he whispered.
He felt the warmth intensify, felt the love of the Kosst run all over and through him like a gentle hand
"Ba'ja kor'ek, no'la ba'lani, pah'nom ko'se plusso ma'kora..." He said.
"Kosst Amojan... I ask for clear sight and protection on the task that we are to embark on... I pray you watch over us with your mighty love, and give us the strength to fulfill our requirement, and the power to steer us from guilt... Kosst A'mojan I am yours..."
Abubakar allowed his arms to loosen and his hands fell slowly from his shoulders to the sides of the warm mandella, in closing, Jaran leaned towards it and kissed it once as the flames in his mind spiralled inwards from their form and disappeared.
When he opened his eyes, the room was in darkness, the flames from the candles had too disappeared. Eyes raising from the mandella to the planet in the window beyond, he gripped tightly and whispered behind choked tears; "For the Federation"
Slowly rising, his eyes remained fixed on the planet of unknowing civillians, pre-warp, pre-alien civillians. Totally unaware of the sick place of death that was under their soil. He turned and walked to the doorway heavily, clad down by the cumbersome flight suit that he was to wear for flying the Arrowhawk for the first time since familiarisation flights. The door opened into a hazy corridor, loud with shouts from the five other men he was operating with, all wearing black non-identifying combats.
Turning back for a second he stared at the Planet again, "F*ck you Romulus" he spat, before moving into the corridor.
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Green Two
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Operation Green Inferno
Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran
Deceased
The Anti-Lamb 666
Flying Monk-eh
U.S.S Malinche
"It is easier and more effective to destroy the enemy's aerial power by destroying his nests and eggs on the ground than to hunt his flying birds in the air." - General Giulio Douhet
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ON: U.S.S Crossover. Hanger. 0535 Ship Time.
Green Two - Abubakar, and Green Five - Marine Lance Corporal Matt Shenna, stood clad in black combats against the wall of the tiny hangar bay on the Crossover. It was really only big enough for one auxillary craft, but then that's all it was ever designed for, and one particular auxillary craft at that.
The young Shenna, was visibly nervous and perspiring - no amount of crack Special Forces training prepared you for having to do what they were tasked with, how could you possibly prepare for something like that. Someone on the 'bridge' activated the transporter control and within a few seconds the Arrowhawk filled the entire bay, with a few feet of clearance on either side of its wing tips, and no more than a half-meter total clearance on the vertical axis.
'Bridge' he scoffed inwardly. Green One - Commander Ian French, was so proud of his little 'bridge' - it consistied of a command chair with a helm and systems console, a small console behind for a tactical crewman, and small transporter pad - all fitted into a room about 12x12 ft across.
Inevitabely, himself and the Corporal were beamed aboard the Arrowhawk along with the equpiment they would need for their 'task'. He opened a comm line to the 'bridge', "Green Alpha requesting permission to launch"
"Green Alpha this is Green Beta, permission granted" Came the commanders tired voice, Abubakar didn't know the guy too well - and what he did know he thought the guy was a total ass - but he could still tell that the gravity of the mission was in his voice.
Switching his view from side to side out of the narrow cockpit window, he kept a close eye on his clearance as he edged the bird out backways on its unremarkable thrusters. As the Arrowhawk cleared the doors, the beutiful, lush planet pawed at the window with its reflection.
Banking softly upward a full 180 degrees away from the doors, Abubakar allowed the Arrowhawk to effectively gently fall towards the upper atmosphere before engaging the engines.
The corporal, a munitions and artillery specialist, had never flown in Arrowhawk before and was audibly bricking himself. Abubakar found that a reason, a small reason, to smile as he fired up to full speed and charged the ground. As the forest trees sped towards them like a million tiny darts, he banked upwards in a spiral to avoid a large hill, banking hard to port around it he dived again to fly at 'snake-level'.
The success of the mission depended on getting back to covert complex as quickly as possible, without being detected by any Romulan sensors. At the edge of his view, Abubakar noticed a small settlement, all the Romulan facilities were underground so it was definately a dwelling of the natives - a pre-warp, pre-spaceflight, barely industrial race who had no concept of 'aliens'. It was this unsuspecting world, nestled in the backwaters, that General Darvaul, the then-Colonel that Abubakar had been send to 'successfuly' blow up years earlier' had decided to set up a sub-terranean base in which to equip fighter craft, dozens of them, with tiny Thelaron weapons. Enough individualy to erradicate a ships population, or enough of them could activate inside an atmosphere and wipe out a planet.
The closest intelligence operative, Chief Harkin, had been sent to this world a few weeks ago to confirm sighing reports of the now-General Darvaul, reports made by a Federation duckblind on the planet, a duckblind team that was about to die. Abubakar was not going to let them die in the way the others had to, the others were just faces, but the people hidden behind a holographic rock-face were real people.
Following the prime-directive, Abubakar should have avoided the settlement, not that it mattered anymore - so he flew low over it, no doubt causing mass panic, en-route to the holographic signature on his weapons systems display.
"Sir...?" questioned the corporal, by now aware from his own displays what they were heading for.
"Button it corporal, just shut up and don't watch"
It was in sight, the grey mountain where the duckblind was. A holographic display overlaying the small outpost against the real visual popped up. "Locked" came the computers voice. Abubakar pressed the button at his fingers three times, and three red glowing torpedoes shout out from the Arrowhawks nose.
Jaran pulled up and starboard as they struck their target causing an enormous explosion. Beige and brown debris erupted into the air, a landfall from the sky as the smashed rock face fell back to the ground. "It was quicker than the alternative" he said to Shenna, not particularly bothered about comforting him, but obliging none the less.
Solemnly, Abubakar directed the Arrowhawk south, to where the chosen insertion point was to the underground bunkers.
After a few minutes flying, Abubakar hovered over the point and activated the transporter. They materialised on a grassy verge, their backpacks and a rifle each next to them. Abubakar unholstered his hand phaser and checked its power, he set it to vapurise - the last thing they needed on a covert mission like this was a trail of corpses. The pair picked up the equipment, "come on" Abubakar said, nodding to Shenna as they walked towards a small and badly concealed emergency hatch.
Having already gained the access codes on the earler recce' mission, the corporal opened the hatch and Abubakar took point, dropping in feet first to a dimly lit room. His head shot up as he landed as he noticed a figure in his peripheral vision, a guard smoking some kind of narcotic. As the Romulan drew his weapon, Abubakars own phaser beam lanced towards him, knocking him to the floor as he vapourised - nothing was actually left to hit the ground.
Shenna hit the dirt next to him, the pair both held their rifles out in the on-guard position and walked slowly forwards...
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Green Two - Abubakar, and Green Five - Marine Lance Corporal Matt Shenna, stood clad in black combats against the wall of the tiny hangar bay on the Crossover. It was really only big enough for one auxillary craft, but then that's all it was ever designed for, and one particular auxillary craft at that.
The young Shenna, was visibly nervous and perspiring - no amount of crack Special Forces training prepared you for having to do what they were tasked with, how could you possibly prepare for something like that. Someone on the 'bridge' activated the transporter control and within a few seconds the Arrowhawk filled the entire bay, with a few feet of clearance on either side of its wing tips, and no more than a half-meter total clearance on the vertical axis.
'Bridge' he scoffed inwardly. Green One - Commander Ian French, was so proud of his little 'bridge' - it consistied of a command chair with a helm and systems console, a small console behind for a tactical crewman, and small transporter pad - all fitted into a room about 12x12 ft across.
Inevitabely, himself and the Corporal were beamed aboard the Arrowhawk along with the equpiment they would need for their 'task'. He opened a comm line to the 'bridge', "Green Alpha requesting permission to launch"
"Green Alpha this is Green Beta, permission granted" Came the commanders tired voice, Abubakar didn't know the guy too well - and what he did know he thought the guy was a total ass - but he could still tell that the gravity of the mission was in his voice.
Switching his view from side to side out of the narrow cockpit window, he kept a close eye on his clearance as he edged the bird out backways on its unremarkable thrusters. As the Arrowhawk cleared the doors, the beutiful, lush planet pawed at the window with its reflection.
Banking softly upward a full 180 degrees away from the doors, Abubakar allowed the Arrowhawk to effectively gently fall towards the upper atmosphere before engaging the engines.
The corporal, a munitions and artillery specialist, had never flown in Arrowhawk before and was audibly bricking himself. Abubakar found that a reason, a small reason, to smile as he fired up to full speed and charged the ground. As the forest trees sped towards them like a million tiny darts, he banked upwards in a spiral to avoid a large hill, banking hard to port around it he dived again to fly at 'snake-level'.
The success of the mission depended on getting back to covert complex as quickly as possible, without being detected by any Romulan sensors. At the edge of his view, Abubakar noticed a small settlement, all the Romulan facilities were underground so it was definately a dwelling of the natives - a pre-warp, pre-spaceflight, barely industrial race who had no concept of 'aliens'. It was this unsuspecting world, nestled in the backwaters, that General Darvaul, the then-Colonel that Abubakar had been send to 'successfuly' blow up years earlier' had decided to set up a sub-terranean base in which to equip fighter craft, dozens of them, with tiny Thelaron weapons. Enough individualy to erradicate a ships population, or enough of them could activate inside an atmosphere and wipe out a planet.
The closest intelligence operative, Chief Harkin, had been sent to this world a few weeks ago to confirm sighing reports of the now-General Darvaul, reports made by a Federation duckblind on the planet, a duckblind team that was about to die. Abubakar was not going to let them die in the way the others had to, the others were just faces, but the people hidden behind a holographic rock-face were real people.
Following the prime-directive, Abubakar should have avoided the settlement, not that it mattered anymore - so he flew low over it, no doubt causing mass panic, en-route to the holographic signature on his weapons systems display.
"Sir...?" questioned the corporal, by now aware from his own displays what they were heading for.
"Button it corporal, just shut up and don't watch"
It was in sight, the grey mountain where the duckblind was. A holographic display overlaying the small outpost against the real visual popped up. "Locked" came the computers voice. Abubakar pressed the button at his fingers three times, and three red glowing torpedoes shout out from the Arrowhawks nose.
Jaran pulled up and starboard as they struck their target causing an enormous explosion. Beige and brown debris erupted into the air, a landfall from the sky as the smashed rock face fell back to the ground. "It was quicker than the alternative" he said to Shenna, not particularly bothered about comforting him, but obliging none the less.
Solemnly, Abubakar directed the Arrowhawk south, to where the chosen insertion point was to the underground bunkers.
After a few minutes flying, Abubakar hovered over the point and activated the transporter. They materialised on a grassy verge, their backpacks and a rifle each next to them. Abubakar unholstered his hand phaser and checked its power, he set it to vapurise - the last thing they needed on a covert mission like this was a trail of corpses. The pair picked up the equipment, "come on" Abubakar said, nodding to Shenna as they walked towards a small and badly concealed emergency hatch.
Having already gained the access codes on the earler recce' mission, the corporal opened the hatch and Abubakar took point, dropping in feet first to a dimly lit room. His head shot up as he landed as he noticed a figure in his peripheral vision, a guard smoking some kind of narcotic. As the Romulan drew his weapon, Abubakars own phaser beam lanced towards him, knocking him to the floor as he vapourised - nothing was actually left to hit the ground.
Shenna hit the dirt next to him, the pair both held their rifles out in the on-guard position and walked slowly forwards...
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Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran
Deceased
The Anti-Lamb 666
Flying Monk-eh
U.S.S Malinche
"It is easier and more effective to destroy the enemy's aerial power by destroying his nests and eggs on the ground than to hunt his flying birds in the air." - General Giulio Douhet
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ON: Romulan Facility. 0712. Ship Time.
Abubakar and Shenna, Green Two and Five respectively, moved slowly through the dimly lit corridors, the walls were just bare rock and crumbling soil. Obviously this complex was not intended for long term use.
Abubakar looked closely at the tactical sensor display that was mounted his rifle, a handy display that was currently only equipping special forces weapons but which was soon to be released into the wider Starfleet. It got rid of the need for a tricorder in these kinds of situations, it also told him that there were two guards round the corner at the end of the corridor.
The corridor ended around 50 metres ahead of them, Abubakar took point and ran ahead, motioning for Shenna to stop and duck as they approached the corner, Abubakar pressed himself close against the wall, knowing he needed to minimise alerting any internal sensors of phaser fire, he drew his 7 inch combat knife from its sheath on his chest strap, after checking the display once again, he closed his eyes and inhalded deeply, remebering the warmth and the love of the Kosst.
Raising the knife high to get a good swing, he snapped round the corner and plunged the blade deep into the left guards neck, forcing the blade crunching downwards through muscle, ligament and ripping into his lungs and through his equivilant of a jugular. Abubakar quickly used his knife hand to elbow the right guard in the face as he wheeled around and drew his weapon before yanking hard on the immersed knife, releasing it from the neck with a sick sucking sound as the guard dropped to the floor, shaking violently.
The elbow to the face had been enough to stun the guard for a few seconds, but he went for his weapon, in the second his arm was outstretched enough, Abubakars knife found it and made a deep gaping wound, he used the shock to kick the guard in the face - he then closed the distance with his entire body, using the full force of his momentum to drive the knife into his gut - as trained, he quickly removed it before the muscle could grab, stabbing again in quick succession up the body to the genitals, left lung, the heart, neck, and temple. The guard dropped to the floor like a lead weight, whilst the first one was still twitching, the sound of blood-gargled breaths still struggling out of him.
Abubakar looked down at him as Corporal Shenna came round the corner, "You know it's a pity he said" kneeling down to the man who was dying in a world of pain, his eyes darted towards Abubakar "that you will be dead by the time your own weapon is used against you, and you will die in much less pain than your comrades - do you have a mate on this station?" Abubakar asked, a sick grin appearing on his face as the dying Romulan tried to mouth something, but a heavier flow of blood was all that came from his mouth. "Oh you do... then know this as your life slips away, Romulan. " He leaned in very close to his head, so his mouth was close to the mans pointed ears, so close, he could feel the warmth of the blood on his skin in contrast the dank cool of the underground air. "Know that she will die in more pain than you could have ever possibly imagined, in more unknowable agony than our two species have ever dared to contemplate, as her cells one by one... you know the drill"
Abubakar stood up, stepping on the guards hand and putting his full weight against it, feeling and hearing it crack horribly under his weight as it broke, satisfied by the intensifying gargling that came from the guard.
Shenna, looked sick. "That wasn't necessary sir" the Corporal stated.
"Shut up Shenna" replied Abubakar, raising his weapon again as they walked on through the almost total darkness towards their goal - the control room. "Start on the frequency" Abubakar ordered, crouching down and taking his backpack off to take out a small photonic grenade, one of two they each had. "Hurry up" Abubakar said, rushing the Corporal, with dead guards behind them, they needed to work faster now.
Abubakar shuffled over to the far side of the corridor where there was an old and heavy metal door, pushing it aside with great effort he got out the other grenade and motioned for Shenna to do the same at the same time as he nodded to Abubkar "got it" he reported.
And that was it, almost over, the frequency to the thelaron generators was decoded, now they just needed to seize control of the control room, turn the frequency onto the correct one and press the 'big red button'.
if only it were going to be that easy, there were six people in the control room, and around 40 in the large hangar that the pair now looked down into - far more than estimated.
Assuming it worked though, long-range sensors of the Klingon and Romulan Empires, and the Federation, would detect a planet-scale eruption of Thelaron radiation, and send ships to investigate - where they would find a planet stripped bare of anything living, no atmoshphere, just barren rock and empty houses, dolls among piles of ashes in living rooms, playing balls deserted on large flat plains of rock and dust, the dust swirling intermingled with black ash... communities murdered, an entire planet of people, children and babies...all killed. They would also find an ash-filled Romulan base, and several squadrons of fighter craft with expended Thelaron weapons... it would strain relations to breaking point, and potentialy lead to the much-theorised and widely feared Federation-Romulan war.
Abubakar was suddenly aware of his sweating skin and of Corporal Shenna shaking him out of his deep thoughts. "Ready sir" he said. Abubakar noticed the red light on the grenade in Shenna's hand come on, it was armed and he rolled it down the corridor and hit the door to the control room with a clunk.
In the seconds before it exploded, the pair armed the last three and threw them hard into the large bay beneath them, dropping one down the wall in the hope that when it exploded it would send a concealing dust cloud into the corridor.
And with any luck, the three grenades in the bay would kill enough Romulans to not present a problem in their escape. Ideally, they would have covertly took control and sealed off the off-duty messes to contain the guards, ideally that is...
"2...1..." said Shenna, his eyes fixed on the pulsing red bomb down the corridor.
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Abubakar and Shenna, Green Two and Five respectively, moved slowly through the dimly lit corridors, the walls were just bare rock and crumbling soil. Obviously this complex was not intended for long term use.
Abubakar looked closely at the tactical sensor display that was mounted his rifle, a handy display that was currently only equipping special forces weapons but which was soon to be released into the wider Starfleet. It got rid of the need for a tricorder in these kinds of situations, it also told him that there were two guards round the corner at the end of the corridor.
The corridor ended around 50 metres ahead of them, Abubakar took point and ran ahead, motioning for Shenna to stop and duck as they approached the corner, Abubakar pressed himself close against the wall, knowing he needed to minimise alerting any internal sensors of phaser fire, he drew his 7 inch combat knife from its sheath on his chest strap, after checking the display once again, he closed his eyes and inhalded deeply, remebering the warmth and the love of the Kosst.
Raising the knife high to get a good swing, he snapped round the corner and plunged the blade deep into the left guards neck, forcing the blade crunching downwards through muscle, ligament and ripping into his lungs and through his equivilant of a jugular. Abubakar quickly used his knife hand to elbow the right guard in the face as he wheeled around and drew his weapon before yanking hard on the immersed knife, releasing it from the neck with a sick sucking sound as the guard dropped to the floor, shaking violently.
The elbow to the face had been enough to stun the guard for a few seconds, but he went for his weapon, in the second his arm was outstretched enough, Abubakars knife found it and made a deep gaping wound, he used the shock to kick the guard in the face - he then closed the distance with his entire body, using the full force of his momentum to drive the knife into his gut - as trained, he quickly removed it before the muscle could grab, stabbing again in quick succession up the body to the genitals, left lung, the heart, neck, and temple. The guard dropped to the floor like a lead weight, whilst the first one was still twitching, the sound of blood-gargled breaths still struggling out of him.
Abubakar looked down at him as Corporal Shenna came round the corner, "You know it's a pity he said" kneeling down to the man who was dying in a world of pain, his eyes darted towards Abubakar "that you will be dead by the time your own weapon is used against you, and you will die in much less pain than your comrades - do you have a mate on this station?" Abubakar asked, a sick grin appearing on his face as the dying Romulan tried to mouth something, but a heavier flow of blood was all that came from his mouth. "Oh you do... then know this as your life slips away, Romulan. " He leaned in very close to his head, so his mouth was close to the mans pointed ears, so close, he could feel the warmth of the blood on his skin in contrast the dank cool of the underground air. "Know that she will die in more pain than you could have ever possibly imagined, in more unknowable agony than our two species have ever dared to contemplate, as her cells one by one... you know the drill"
Abubakar stood up, stepping on the guards hand and putting his full weight against it, feeling and hearing it crack horribly under his weight as it broke, satisfied by the intensifying gargling that came from the guard.
Shenna, looked sick. "That wasn't necessary sir" the Corporal stated.
"Shut up Shenna" replied Abubakar, raising his weapon again as they walked on through the almost total darkness towards their goal - the control room. "Start on the frequency" Abubakar ordered, crouching down and taking his backpack off to take out a small photonic grenade, one of two they each had. "Hurry up" Abubakar said, rushing the Corporal, with dead guards behind them, they needed to work faster now.
Abubakar shuffled over to the far side of the corridor where there was an old and heavy metal door, pushing it aside with great effort he got out the other grenade and motioned for Shenna to do the same at the same time as he nodded to Abubkar "got it" he reported.
And that was it, almost over, the frequency to the thelaron generators was decoded, now they just needed to seize control of the control room, turn the frequency onto the correct one and press the 'big red button'.
if only it were going to be that easy, there were six people in the control room, and around 40 in the large hangar that the pair now looked down into - far more than estimated.
Assuming it worked though, long-range sensors of the Klingon and Romulan Empires, and the Federation, would detect a planet-scale eruption of Thelaron radiation, and send ships to investigate - where they would find a planet stripped bare of anything living, no atmoshphere, just barren rock and empty houses, dolls among piles of ashes in living rooms, playing balls deserted on large flat plains of rock and dust, the dust swirling intermingled with black ash... communities murdered, an entire planet of people, children and babies...all killed. They would also find an ash-filled Romulan base, and several squadrons of fighter craft with expended Thelaron weapons... it would strain relations to breaking point, and potentialy lead to the much-theorised and widely feared Federation-Romulan war.
Abubakar was suddenly aware of his sweating skin and of Corporal Shenna shaking him out of his deep thoughts. "Ready sir" he said. Abubakar noticed the red light on the grenade in Shenna's hand come on, it was armed and he rolled it down the corridor and hit the door to the control room with a clunk.
In the seconds before it exploded, the pair armed the last three and threw them hard into the large bay beneath them, dropping one down the wall in the hope that when it exploded it would send a concealing dust cloud into the corridor.
And with any luck, the three grenades in the bay would kill enough Romulans to not present a problem in their escape. Ideally, they would have covertly took control and sealed off the off-duty messes to contain the guards, ideally that is...
"2...1..." said Shenna, his eyes fixed on the pulsing red bomb down the corridor.
OFF
Lieutenant Abubakar Jaran
Deceased
The Anti-Lamb 666
Flying Monk-eh
U.S.S Malinche
"It is easier and more effective to destroy the enemy's aerial power by destroying his nests and eggs on the ground than to hunt his flying birds in the air." - General Giulio Douhet