Part of Challenger: The Romulan War: The Tholian Stratagem

EPILOGUE

SGS-01 Kamala
Twelfth Session of Valtama, Third Season of the Regal Kaitaama Era
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Knowing that his only chance of survival was to carry on fighting, First Prince Consort Kalluum looked around the command deck of the flagship of the Sovereign Guard and could see the brave soldiers fighting for the Sovereign Dynasty of Krios Prime. Their feud with the Klingon Empire was getting out of hand. What started out with simple raids was now bringing his people into full war. A war he knew that would devastate them entirely. His wife, the First Monarch, was worried that there was no way to avoid the conflict. 

While currently engaged with a pair of Klingon birds of prey, the Kamala was fighting back hard. The Klingons had originally been part of a small task group, all of whom had intercepted the flagship and its escorts out of nowhere. Knowing he shouldn’t have left the safety of his homeworld, Kalluum knew that his attempt in finding allies on behalf of his wife to help defend their people against the naked aggression of the Klingon Empire was crucial. 

The command deck of the Kamala was filled with smoke and several fires were dotted around the room. Those that were surviving and trying to keep the ship in one piece were being valiant with their efforts. All of them remaining at their posts. Being a former member of their armed services, Kalluum knew how important it was for them to uphold their pledge to defend the Sovereign Dynasty. For Queen and Empire!

When he noticed that the captain of the Kamala was lying dead on the deck plating, Kalluum attempted to ascertain who was in command. No one was left. Sighing heavily as he pushed a fallen bulkhead out of the way, the tall, muscular man made his way across as the ship rocked heavily after being hit by an external explosive shockwave. 

“What was that?” He asked anyone. 

“Your Royal Highness, it was the last Klingon ship being destroyed.” announced Kamala’s tracking officer. “Scanners indicate we are free from being pursued.”

Appreciating the good news that their attackers were gone and hopefully on their way to that godforsaken after life they believed in, Kalluum looked over to the young man who appeared to be the only surviving senior officer left on the command deck. “Any indication of that ship Her Majesty wishes for us to find?” 

“Scanners are not working at their best, Your Royal Highness.” came the response that Kalluum was not expecting. 

“That’s not the answer I want to hear.” Kalluum said as he moved across the command deck towards where the tracking officer stood. Seeing he wore the uniform of a midshipman, the First Prince Consort sighed. “Boost the sensors by connecting them into the main deflector.” 

“Yes, sir.”

“What’s your name?” Kalluum asked.

“Midshipman Fraanka, Your Royal Highness.” 

“A pleasure to meet you.” Kalluum said, trying to restore some regal decorum. The console that Fraanka was working beeped back at them. 

“Scanners have picked up what appears to be a similar warp signature of the ship Her Majesty wishes for us to find!” Fraanka announced. “It is surrounded by several other ships of a similar configuration.” 

“Is it the one she wanted us to find?” Kalluum checked.

Shaking his head, Fraanka explained he couldn’t determine at this range. 

“It will have to do.” Kalluum said as he went over to the pilot seat. Carefully taking the dead occupier out of the way. He programmed the ship’s navigation controls to take the ship out to faster-than-light speeds towards their target.

“I hope this Enterprise is everything Her Majesty desires.” Kalluum said, as he pressed the button that took the Kamala to high warp.