A romulan warship flew through the cosmos, the captured Klingon Warbird had been repainted pitch black. A blood red raptor bird sat on the bottom of the ship, the symbol of the old Romulan Star Empire was painted on the tops of the wings in a similar blood red color. On the bridge sat the ships captain, Centurion Ambrosianus. He was a hard officer to work with but he was fair and that helped gain the respect given to him by his officers and his crew. His green eyes scanned over the reports that had been given to him by one of the ensigns. His head was shaved and a tattoo of mourning sat on his right cheek, though mourning tattoo’s were traditionally supposed to fade the Centurion had had his burned into his skin. He wasn’t the only one who had done this recently however, the loss of the home world had created chaos and grief for every crewmember aboard the ship. The name of the ship was engraved into a plaque on the captains chair, it read ‘I.R.W. Luna Sancti’ though the ‘I.R.W.’ had been scratched out.
Ambrosianus was a tall romulan, standing at nearly seven feet he had to occasionally duck when he visited spacedock. He wore a black, sleeveless Romulan shirt with dark grey worn work pants and black combat boots, across his chest was a crimson red sash with several command insignia’s he had taken as trophies from ships he had destroyed. Some were Klingon in origin, others were Federation and even a few Tal Shiar adorned his Trophy keeping sash. A long, ugly scar ran over his left eye and a scowl was firmly planted on his face. As he sat looking over the reports his bridge crew was busying themselves with the mundane tasks of maintaining a ship at warp factor seven. Things were going according to plan, nothing was bothering the captain, no alarms of impending doom were ringing through the ship.
He signed the report before standing from his chair, the bridge crew all looked at him waiting for his next order.
“Revanna, you have the con.” He stated plainly, looking at the weapons officer. She had tied her black hair back into a bun and wore similar clothes to Ambrosianus. She was the most beautiful woman Ambrosianus had ever seen, her blue eyes held a commanding look to them while at the same time conveying a sense of compassion. “I’ll be in my quarters if anyone needs me. Don’t need me.” With that Ambrosianus walked to the turbolift, the doors slid open and he walked inside watching as Revanna took his seat.”Crew Deck.” Ambrosianus stated to the VI powered elevator before it began to move down to the crew deck. As the deck neered his stoic facial features relaxed, though they still held the air of authority that they normally did.
The ride to the deck stopped and the door opened, the few Romulan crew member’s near it snapped into a salute as the Centurion stepped out. He paid them no mind and walked towards his private quarters, his even paced footsteps were eerily haunting. As he walked he began to think of the home world, Romulus. The beautiful cities, the forests where warrior children were subjected to the testing that proved their worth. The art, the music, the feeling of having a true grounded home. He almost walked past his door while he mused to himself but his brain was so familiar with the ship that it stopped him before he could. He shook the thoughts from his head and entered his cabin. It was rather small, with a small bed, a table and a computer console. His personal weapons hung on the wall, a Klingon Bat’leth and a Disruptor Rifle. His Disruptor Pistol sat on the table ready to be grabbed at a moments notice.
Trinkets adorned the shelves including one small, wooden box. It was old, it had existed for nearly a century, It was a feat no normal box could achieve. This however was no normal box, it was a family heirloom. A music box that had been smuggled through the neutral zone by Ambrosianus’ great grandfather and his wife, a human woman named Mary. Not a soul knew of it’s true origin save for Ambrosianus and his father, his grandfather had been born before the human became his new mother. As far as blood went Ambrosianus was one hundred percent Romulan, but mentally he longed for something. He longed for the feeling of uninhibited emotions like the humans possessed.
Ambrosianus walked over to his bed and sat down with the music box, slowly he opened it causing it’s small rusty hinges to squeak ever so slightly. The soft music began to play while he finished opening the box. Inside were several pictures and a ring, the pictures depicted a younger Ambrosianus and his father bonding and spending time together. Ambrosianus smiled as he looked at one where he and the older Romulan were celebrating his success in passing the Forest Pilgrimage. His attention turned to the ring, it was ten karat gold with a ruby inset. The Initials ‘AH’ were engraved next to the ruby. Ambrosianus picked up the small ring and looked at it with a close eye, he could see the small scratches and tarnish that had begun to form. He was about to slip the ring on when a sudden knock on his door shook him from his thoughts. He quickly put the pictures back into the box with the ring before shutting it causing the music to stop abruptly.
With a growl Ambrosianus stood up and carefully placed the box on the shelf before going to the door, he hit the keypad and it slid open to reveal a nervous looking ensign. Ambrosianus took on a very stern glare as the ensign looked at him. “Yes, Ensign?”
“Centurion sir, Prod Orak wanted to see you.” The ensign managed to say, trying to hide the shaking in his voice. Ambrosianus muttered something under his breath before pushing the Ensign out of his way, he walked back to the turbolift with quicker paces. His arms swung as he walked giving him a more intimidating walk, when he reached the turbolift it opened quicker than normal as if it knew that Ambrosianus was about to hand out one of his signature ass chewings.
“Engineering!” Ambrosianus growled, the turbolift began to descend again but halted suddenly. It’s light’s flickered several times before going completely out. “Elements damn it!” His fist made contact with the wall and seconds later the turbolift was back in action, when he arrived on the Engineering deck he was greeted by the sound of shouting and the computer beeping a loud warning. Immediatly Ambrosianus’ mood changed from annoyed to deadly serious when he heard the words being chanted by the computer.
“DANGER: Core Overload Imminent” It stated in it’s flat tone, Ambrosianus ran out into the hallway and towards the main control room. He found his chief engineer as well as the rest of the engineering crew scrambling around or working hard at the consoles. Ambrosianus briskly walked towards his chief Engineer, Prod Orak.
“Orak! What in the element’s name is happening!?” Ambrosianus shouted, not out of rage but because the sound of the overloading core was deafening.
“I don’t know sir! We can’t put the power out fast enough to keep the levels down and the emergency release won’t budge!” stated the frenzied engineer, his normally well kept, long blonde hair looked as if it had been ripped at by birds. His normally cool expression replaced by one of utter fear. “If we don’t get the power out of the core soon the Luna Sancti will blast itself apart!”
“What can we do?” Ambrosianus asked, trying to keep calm. He had beaten death before, this was no exception. “Could we release it through the shields?”
“That would require us dropping out of warp which would cause the power to build up even faster!” Orak stated as he looked over the console, Ambrosianus looked at the core once again trying to think of what to do. He couldn’t do what was standard proceedure without dropping out of warp which would lead to destruction anyway. How do you use up so much power without dropping out of warp?
“What if we diverted the extra power to the engines?” Ambrosianus asked, the core was starting to change a strange color. A soft red aura was surrounding it.
“At the speed we’d be going right smack dab into the middle of Orion territory!” Orak shouted as he continued to push buttons on the console.
“Core Overload Imininent, Estimated time of detonation…. sixty seconds from now.”
“DO IT ORAK! WE CAN FIGHT THE ORION’S!” Ambrosianus shouted as that warning forced his hand, Orak looked at him with a nervous face before nodding and typing in several commands. The engines of the ship roared as all of the energy flooded into them, the surge pushed the old Klingon Engines to their limits. The ship lurched as it excelerated past warp eight and warp nine settling on warp ten. Dozens of alarms sounded as the seconds ticked by, the sound of the warp core letting out its pent up energy was causing Ambrosianus’ ears to ring. Even with the Gravity Compensator it was difficult to stand. The core surged again causing the ship to leap forwards, a tunnel of light began to form around the ship. Ambrosianus fell backwards and hit his head against a console, the impact caused a gash to form on the back of his head. His green blood began to pour from the wound, the G forces pushing more and more blood out of it.
Ambrosianus fought to stay conscious and managed to get up off of the floor.
“Sir! We’re entering a wormhole!” Orak shouted from his post barely remaining up right. Every single noise suddenly stopped and time seemed to pause for a moment before a massive explosion propelled the ship three times the speed of light, the Luna Sancti and her crew disappeared from the universe.
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