The sound of the dropping bombs just did not quit. The Klingons had turned Camelot into a wasteland and were now destroying the buildings of Omega. There was little doubt tha tthe bombardment would soon come to the Omega Pods.
Colonel Gaston Golden, General Trochea, General Trapor and Colonel Bismarck Einstein were in the command pod with Colonel Rommel Tabby of Cait. These are some of the finest military minds in the region. They were dumbfounded as to next steps. The ships had been lost. The stations had been lost. Two cities have been lost. There is no value in ground forces without air support. They are cornered rats awaiting their demise.
Admiral Hadrian, a veteran of countless conflicts in his service to the Selayan homeworld and to Starfleet stood with these military geniuses and frowned, “There must be something that we can do.”
Professor N’Ton looked at Hadrian and the group, “I cannot die, I am too famous.”
The sentiment was filled with such arrogance. The room went silent and then Rommel started to laugh. It broke the tension.
The group thought about the history of the King’s Fleet and what had been endured and this was how it was going to end; pummeled by the Klingons in a Federation approved, loophole driven political move to give the Klingon Empire a victory and to make them feel a part of something in their new membership in the Federation. Who pays the price? The Regional Fleet Authority. It has always been the case.
The creepy bulbous mucous head of Dr. Xact Tchilack is still something that no one can get used to. It is just not how humanoids aliens are supposed to look. The three legged creature invited Tchilick Tchilack, the noted pilot and Xindi to address the group.
“Do you know the only guaranteed survivor of a nuclear conflict?”, Click asked.
“A cockroach.”, Marky retorted with a smirk that only a brilliant augment can have.
“Correct.”, Click looked at the Zombies Commanding Officer.
“Do you know why?”, the Xindi retorted.
“Hard shell.”, Marky continued to play his game.
“Partly and because of the metabolism of the creature.”, Click responded.
“So what does a lesson in bug science have to do with the end times?”, Marky looked at Click.
“Do you know who best understands the physiology of a cockroach?”, Click responded.
No one answered.
“Another bug.”, Click chittered as only a person who speaks in the Xindi clicking interrupted Federation Standard can.
Click looked at Xact, “What is the outer shells of the Omega Pods could be made biomechanical and mimic the cockroach?”
“The Klingons could bombard the surface, including the survivor pods from the original stations, but the inhabitants of the pods could still live.”, Xact responded almost gleefully.
“Can this be done?”, Admiral Deveniss looked at the two Xindi.
“We would have to work quickly.”, Dr. Tchilack responded.
“We have the will and the resources.”, General Trapor immediately responded.
“Let’s try to save the pods.”, Deveniss ordered.
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Commander Tchilick Tchilack
Flight Squadron Leader turned Experimental Protection Theorist
Stingers Fighter Squadron Pod
Omega Pod Field
Reykja Penthe
Klingon Protected Territories
