Ensign Zabi: The Daily life

[Randal Shayne]

A great little sim that dragged me in almost immediately. Awesome job! 

 

((Flashback - IKS Korax, years ago))

 

The Klingon bird of prey was a slick design, small and nimble but woefully under armed compared to other ships of the line. Against other bird of prey types, the fight was fairly even. This ship was a fairly recent design based on lessons learned from the Dominion war, better armed and armored, a tough little ship.

 

Zabi: Shields are failing!

 

The Korax and other members of its pack sailed into battle against other Klingon warships. Outnumbered, they maintained formation against the opposing fleet. 

 

At the helm, a much younger Banagher flew his grandfather's flagship into the fray. 

 

Zabi: We've lost the Pa'ag, commander! The Vor'ca...the N'chiv

 

Commander: Push forward, boy! They will regret ever raising arms against House To'kra!

 

Disrupters and torpedoes screamed from the bird of prey as its wingmates were picked off one after another. Their target was the largest ship in the opposing fleet.

 

Uncertain of their future, the younger Banagher looked back at his dead grandfather. A surprise attack damaged the ship and the result was no one was prepared for the fight. The deceased Klingon elder laid on the floor in his own blood, their last conversation was discussing his acceptance into Starfleet Academy. Turning his head back, the young Klingon hybrid kept going.

 

Suddenly an explosion erupted in front of him. 

 

Zabi:  We're hit! 

 

A disrupter blast blew open the bridge, and there was a large scar across the viewscreen, only emergency forcefield saved the crew from being ejected into space. Banagher stared at the large hole, expecting the end and his short life began to flash before his eyes.

 

The grim reaper won't come when you are ready for him, Banagher...

 

A familiar voice spoke to him.

 

As the light from a torpedo got brighter across his view, the dream ended. 

 

((Present day - Banagher's quarters - USS Arrow))

 

Banagher woke up from his dream, remembering the past was never easy. Sitting up on his bed, he wiped the sweat from his brow, brushing his black hair, from his slightly less pronounced ridges. Despite being half Klingon, his features were a bit less pronounced. Genetics for cross-breeds can vary. His teeth for instance were less fang like typical Klingon as he washed himself.

 

Putting on his fresh cleanly replicated uniform, he had replaced his comm badge with a new one. He grabbed his retractable knife and put it away. There was a coin he picked up with his family crest on it. Flicking it with his thumb, he grabs it as it falls and smacks it back onto the table. 

 

Walking over to the food replicator,

 

Zabi: Coffee. Black. 

 

Walking out of his quarters, Banagher made his way to the mess for breakfast.

 

 

TAGS anyone that want to bump into my guy

 

Ensign Banagher Lao Zabi

Helmsman

USS Arrow

 

 

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