Clan-Destine Meeting in Hostile Territory (Part - 3)
Posted on Fri Feb 13th, 2026 @ 3:43am by Lieutenant Marques Hunt & Commander Vincent 'Vin' Salvatore
1,201 words; about a 6 minute read
Mission:
EPISODE 1: SHAKEDOWN
Location: Shuttle Bay/Qo'noS
Timeline: POST MISSION
OLD:
Vincent let out a laugh as he stood up from his kneeling position. With a smile, he looked over to Hunt, before holding out the PADD to him. "Hold onto this, Lieutenant."
Nodding he accepted the PADD while scanning around the room with his eyes. But trying not to be too obvious about it.
As Vincent walked back into the shuttle, the creature at his heels, Rarkot kept his intense gaze at Hunt. He stared silently at him, tilting his head slightly, before finally speaking in his deep tone. "What is your name, Lieutenant?"
NEW:
"Marques Hunt," the Lieutenant responded. "Chief Flight Control Officer." Deep down he hoped that no one here was familiar with the Hunt Family and the feud they currently had with one major family in the Empire. His first thoughts were to lie about his identity for the sake of the meeting. But it was dishonorable to lie and would have made things worse if caught in a lie.
Rarkot eyed Marques, a smirk remaining on his face, as he spoke out to Vincent. "Since when do you need someone to fly a shuttle for you?"
"Perhaps he's been a bad Starfleet Officer and requires a babysitter." One of the Klingon's said, grinning from ear to ear, as the other chuckled.
As the Jackal Mastiff ran out, a hunk of meat in its mouth, Vincent followed. "The concern wouldn't be for my behavior, boys. Maybe it’s for yours." He said as the creature laid behind Rarkot and began to rip at the meat, tearing it apart, taking chunks of it into its mouth to chew. "I'm sure, the Hecate, doesn't want anything to happen to its new First Officer."
Rarkot laughed, taking a step toward Vincent, as he placed his hands on his shoulders. "They must be desperate."
As the other Klingons chuckled, so did Vincent, placing his hands on the Klingon's shoulders. "At least it get's me out of that shuttle and back on the board, Old Friend."
The Klingon looked at him firmly, tilting his head back slightly, before speaking softly. "The ships mission puts you on a familiar battlefield, but your knowledge only goes so far. There are more than just Klingon's in this sector. Things you know nothing about."
Vincent gave him a smirk as he took his hands off Rarkot's shoulders. He gave him a shrug, before replying. "That's half the fun, Rarkot. If I know everything about this sector, I would be bored out of my skull."
Rarkot smirked back, nodding a bit, as he pulled away from the Starfleet Officer. "Be careful what you wish for. Some people often regret it." He crossed his arms over his chest and took in a breath, puffing out his chest slightly. "So, Vincent. What brings you and your pilot here."
"This." Vincent said, looking over to Marques, motioning his head to hand the PADD to Rarkot
The Lieutenant handed over the PADD he had been carrying over to the Klingon.
Rarkot took the PADD and looked at it as Vincent explained what was on it.
"A while ago, before I was sent to the Hecate, I intercepted a communication between two allied families. The House of Kretok and the House of G'gaj." When he spoke the last one, he saw the look on Rarkot's face shift, as the Klingon looked up towards Vincent. "Yeah. Thought you would know that name."
The Klingon growled slightly as he spoke. "The House of Kretok has been rivals with my House for years. Their tracery knows no border. They have been rumored to have connections to other houses with similar methods. There are more and more families taking the same roads as our enemies. There is no honor left." He growled as he looked back to the PADD.
"That's why I brought this information to you. The communication was about your House." Vincent added as he put his hands behind his back as his eyes locked with Rarkot's again. "Your house is being targeted by a third party. I don't know who, but my sources say, the third party isn't Klingon. They have the location of your house and ship names."
"I welcome the challenge." Rarkot said as he shoved the PADD into Vincent's chest, prompting the Starfleet Officer to hold onto it and stand his ground. "They will find, warriors in my family, are prepared to die in battle."
"Listen to me, you stubborn son of a-" He replied quickly, taking a step forward, which prompted the two Klingons behind Rarkot to reach for their weapons. Vincent let out a deep sigh and continued. "I don't care if you and your thick headed family are prepared to die for your honor, but that hit doesn't just include the adults. It includes the children and your families. Sons. Daughters. Wives. Everyone in your bloodline."
One of the Klingon's chuckled. "Let them come after our woman. They won't last long."
"And if they don't seem them coming? How much of a chance do you think they will have?" Vincent countered as he shot a look to the Klingon who spoke. There was a moment of silence between them, before he turned to look back to Rarkot. "You and others in your family may be ready to fight, but the young ones. The ones who aren't prepared for battle. Who haven't spilled blood, may not stand a chance. I know you are prepared to die, so I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about them. They haven't even had a chance to prove themselves in combat, like you and your friends here have. They haven't had a chance to grow into the warriors you hope they will become."
"It is a Klingon's Honor to die in combat." The other Klingon said.
Rarkot raised his hand, his eyes still locked with Vincent. "Yes, it is." He said firmly before adding. "But we made that oath a long time ago, and the young ones, have yet to speak those words." He gave the Starfleet Officer a nod and smiled. "Thank you for bringing this to me, Old Friend. I will spread it around and do what I can to protect those who have yet to fight or are too old." He placed his hand back on Vincent's shoulder. "If you learn anything else..."
"It will be sent to you as soon as I get it. You know that." He replied softly.
Rarkot kept his eyes on him before leaning in a bit. "This does not make us even. You still owe me for saving your life." He added with a laugh.
Vincent laughed back and replied. "You know that's not why I did this, Rarkot."
"I know." Rarkot said, his laughed fading as it left a smile on his face. "It is because you are an honorable man, Vincent Salvatore. Worthy of a warriors death and a place among the honored dead battling in Sto-vo-kor."
To Be Continued...
Commander Vincent "Vin" Salvatore
Executive Officer/Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Hecate
Lieutenant Marques Hunt
Second Officer/Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Hecate
Rarkot, Son of Moreth (NPC by Vincent)
House of Moreth
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