Commander Wil Ukinix - Take On Me
Wil Ukinix
((Bridge, USS Independence-B))
Wil was trying his best to reach out to the crew of the Bird of Prey, to ensure it wasn’t a case of mistaken identity...
Ukinix: =/\= This is Commander Wil Ukinix, Commanding Officer of the USS Independence-B. We’re Starfleet, in case there’s any confusion. We mean you no harm, we’d just like to talk. =/\=
Ushahl: =/\= HA! All you Starfleets know how to do is talk. =/\=
oO Well that answers that. And you has the bestest grammar. Oo
Computer: Warning. Shields systems, deactivated. Warning.--
Ukinix: --not again--
Computer: Life Support systems, deactivated. Replicator systems, offline.
Ukinix: If they’re using Interlink, and they can see our systems... can we see theirs?
Computer: Starfleet database, updated. Red Alert status, reset.
Stros seemed to be in a console battle with either Interlink, or the Klingon ship, or both.
Stros: ::Grumbling slightly:: In theory, yes. If their implementation of Interlink hasn’t differed too far from the original application. I will need to reprogram some of the Independence’s systems in order to have that functionality, sir.
Wil nodded, and let his suddenly newest engineer do his thing.
Moore: If we can just block them, that would make this so much easier.
Another nod. He looked at the local system map on his armrest console.
Ukinix: Lieutenant Miller, take us to moon thirteen, the natural interference around it might provide us some cover.
Miller: ::nodding head:: On it, Captain, impulse engines engaged, and we now headed towards moon thirteen.
Ukinix: Aitas, I know we’ve lost contact with Amity now, and the away team, but can you find *anything* about that Bird of Prey?
Aitas: I’ve an idea of where to look.
Wil nodded again. He seemed to be doing that a lot. oO Is this what command is? Nodding until my head falls off? Oo
Miller: Nothing on scanners at the moment.
Stros: Both a blessing and a curse, as I believe you humans say.
Miller: ::Frowning slightly:: I feel like they have cloaked themselves again.
They were going to need more than just feels. But then again, given the system intrusions, using their gut was suddenly going to be very in for 2402.
Stros: It would be their most viable option in this instance. Remain cloaked and continue to access our systems with no worries of getting caught.
Moore: Until they can shut us down and destroy us… or board us. Sir, I would like to deploy all security in counter-boarding gear, and all hands armed for close quarters.
Ukinix: ::Nodding:: Yep, do it.
The HCO let Wil know what she was planning.
Miller: I’m recalibrating the sensor sweep to filter for residual warp signatures and magnetic displacement–if they’re hiding, I want to know where. With your permission, Captain, I’d also like to boost the deflector modulation. We might be able to mask our emissions more effectively near the moon.
Stros: If the vessel has warped in and out of the system since this last encounter, a warp signature would certainly be present. But I do believe you would be ‘hard pressed’ to find any magnetic displacement this close to the gas giant and its moons, Lieutenant.
Moore: He is right—we should be well hidden by the moon, but so will they. Even if they decloak, unless they are within close range, we’ll have trouble seeing them with the current attacks. But it is best to assume they have much better visibility than we do, thanks to Interlink.
Ukinix: Righto. Lieutenant Miller, belay that boosting, keep an eye on sensors.
Miller: If we’re being watched, I’d rather not give them a clean shot next time. I also want to figure out this “Interlink” system.
Aitas: I’m afraid it’s not a matter of ‘if’. It’s a matter of how closely.
Wil rubbed his forehead. Was that sweat on his fingers?
Stros: And Interlink is a system commissioned by Starfleet command in conjunction with Fleet Formation. And from what I hear, that initiative didn’t quite go…as planned.
Wil turned to look at Stros as if he’d just said something bad about Wil’s mum. “As planned” was a hell of an understatement.
And, “from what I hear”? Where the hell had he been hiding-- oh yeah, right.
Moore: Mhmmm. You can say that again. They should have shut this down.
Wil sensed a little moment of distress in Kaito, just as he had his own little memory.
((Engineering Computer Core Access, Deck 34, USS Kitty Hawk - Frontier Day, SD 240108.12))
He turned to see Tekla slumped on the ground, also lifeless. She had a huge burn in her side. She lay on a weird angle, her upper body twisted unnaturally away from her legs.
The thing that freaked Wil out the most was that her eyes were wide open.
Ukinix: Nadia!
He rushed over to her, redundantly patting her on her face.
Ukinix: Ensign! Ensign! ::Tears forming:: Wake up, that’s an order!
Carter: Wil...
Wil pursed his lips, then closed her eyelids shut, before turning her body into a more graceful position.
Two minutes earlier had had been speaking to her about her birthday. Now she was dead.
((End Flashback))
It wasn’t exactly pleasant to be reminded of Frontier Day so nonchalantly. Tekla’s subsequent funeral was no picnic.
Ukinix: Yeah, I think Interlink might be on the “scrap that as quick as possible” list sorry Stros.
Aitas: ::calmly:: Lieutenant Miller, I would ask that you cycle your interference method at the first opportunity. And please refrain from verbally repeating the details.
Stros: I do believe the current priority should be reaching the 13th moon and achieving cover before attempting anything else.
Ukinix: Agreed.
Miller: Response
Wil turned to Aitas when he sensed she had some information.
Aitas: Can confirm the Bird of Prey hasn’t visited ghevchoq voqwl’ directly. But they have a lot of files on it, and the Kuvah’magh figure that colony was established around.
Wil rubbed his hand on his chin. They *hadn’t* been there? Then who exactly where these Klingons, and what was their plan?
Stros: I have almost completed the modifications in order for us to utilize Interlink, Commander.
Wil looked over to see Stros had ripped away a panel. His respect level for the man went up. oO Now *that’s* engineering. Oo
Moore: I got a few new annoying upgrades to my E-War Suite I’ve been needing to test, Commander.
Wil found himself rubbing his hands together in delight. oO Cut that out, Ukinix. Poor form. Oo He dropped his hands and put them under his thighs.
Ukinix: Right. Let’s give the crew time to get running repairs and jury rigs done. Lieutenant Miller, low orbit of the moon.
Miller: Response
Aitas: If I may; they seemed rather afraid of talking to us. It’s enough to make me wonder just what they’re worried we might say.
Moore: ::Looking at Wil:: I wouldn’t be so sure, Commander. Unless war has broken out and no one told us, those Klingons are clearly rogue from Klingon High Command. So I doubt they worry about diplomacy or any verbal threats we make against them. ::Looking back at his console:: No—given the intrusions, but not attacking us—I would argue they are testing the system. Learning how to effectively use it against us… and most likely others.
Ukinix: You could actually both be right. And I’d like to test both. Lieutenant Miller, once I give the word, break orbit and make ourselves visible to them.
Miller: Response
Stros’s hacking of his console was completed when trills and error tones accompanied his replacing of the panel.
Stros: Modifications complete, Commander. We should be able to access the Klingon ship. ::Standing, turning towards the viewscreen:: We should even be able to see them now. ::Shrugging:: In theory.
Moore: Confirmed. I got them on proximity sensors—long range, but they are out there. ::Console beeping:: Heh. I can see their commands. Interlink is telling them an allied ship is in distress. Then again, it is giving away our general position too.
Ukinix: Okay. Lieutenant Miller, take us out of orbit, thrusters only. Slow climb away.
Miller: Response
Ukinix: Second Secretary... if we can force them on screen, are you ready for some fast attempted diplomacy?
Aitas: Response
Stros: With access to the Interlink protocols, one should be able to do what we saw happening to the Independence. And so much more.
Moore: Cool. ::Looking at Wil:: Can I just depth charge them, sir? That should give them one heck of a rude awakening.
Wil stifled a little ironic giggle at Moore’s suggestion.
Ukinix: Anything that shows them we are not the weaklings they think we are is fine by me-- ::console trills:: Why are our sensors running maintenance?
oO Bloody Interlink. Oo
Miller/Aitas: Response
Stros: I do believe you will now find a decloaking Bird of Prey on sensors.
A proximity alert sounded, which made Wil look up. Sure enough, there was the bird of prey on screen, decloaking. Wil smirked a little, they’d actually made the bloody thing decloak. oO Ha! Oo
Moore: Full weapons lock. Torpedoes are hot. Phasers charged and ready to fire on your command, sir.
Ukinix: Hit ‘em.
The Indy’s phasers lanced out at the Bird of Prey, with torpedoes glowing as they headed towards the Klingon ship.
Ukinix: Report!
Miller/Aitas/Stros: Response
Ukinix: Can you get access to their audio system?
Stros: Response
With a small, pleased smirk, Wil loaded up a small audio data packet from the Starfleet database, and send it to Stros’ console.
Ukinix: Alright, open a channel, all bands, yada yada, and force them on screen. Let’s see what they look like.
Miller: Response
Ushahl: =/\= Response? =/\=
Wil stood from his chair.
Ukinix: =/\= I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure. Allow me, again, to introduce myself. I’m Commander Wil Ukinix, commanding officer of the USS Independence-B, and I thought I’d take this opportunity to remind you, once again, of the Khitomer accords. =/\=
Ushahl: =/\= Response? =/\=
Ukinix: =/\= You’re a loooong way from the Alpha Quadrant. Can I ask what you’re doing out here? =/\=
Ushahl: =/\= Response =/\=
Ghortok: =/\= Response =/\=
Ukinix: =/\= I-- =/\=
He cut himself off briefly. The second Klingon had a discernible accent compared to the Klingon captain. And he knew he should have known where the accent was from... but he couldn’t quite pick it. Besides, now was not probably the time to sit down and play everyone’s favourite game show, “guess where the Klingon is from!”
Ukinix: =/\= I propose we just stop firing, and just talk. We can be reasonable if you can be. =/\=
Aitas: =/\= Response =/\=
Wil gave a quick nod to Stros, to start the audio transmission. The sound of fingers running down one of those old-fashioned slate blackboards could be heard in the background on the Bird of Prey’s bridge. Loudly. On repeat.
Ushahl/Ghortok: =/\= Response =/\=
Ukinix: =/\= This is just the start. =/\=
He cut off communications with the vessel
Ukinix: Miller, back to moon 13’s low orbit. Stros, make their sensors think we’re cloaked. Aitas, fill their database with copies of the Khitomer accords. And Kaito?
Moore: Response
Ukinix: Unleash hell. Let’s disable the crap out of them if we can.
Moore: Response
Miller/Aitas/Stros: Response
(OOC: For the moment the Indy is in a firefight with the Tambogh Pach. Keep an eye on what they do in their sims, and incorporate that into your simming - and vice versa, MSPNPC’s!).
Tags/TBC!
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Commander Wil Ukinix
Starfleet attaché and Commanding Officer
Amity Outpost
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