"Breens And Luck Don't Mix"
[Previous post: 'Another Miracle']
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Stardate: 60298.1458
Setting: Breen Frigate, Bridge
To the average person the whistles and clicks that filled the air were a cacophony of noise that made no sense whatsoever. To the Breen though, it was their language and what they were saying was nothing special. The command crew of the Breen ship had not been surprised that the Ferengi had been the first to leave. Those large eared traders valuing their profits well above everything else, this made them overly predictable. The Cardassians on the other hand were known to be as stubborn as they were arrogant, so again there had been no surprises when the Galor class destroyer had not moved out of orbit. The Breen CO figured that since there was no love lost between the two races, the Cardassians would stand their ground for as long as possible. Although the frigate was much smaller than the Destroyer, the Breens possessed enough Intel on the Galor class ships to offset any size advantage their opponent might have.
This left the Hirogens and the Orions. The Hirogens had kindly taken care of the Orion problem, which of course left them to be dealt with by the Breen. There had been a certain amount of surprise at the sight of a Venatic class Tracker but the Breen CO did not believe that the Hirogens would present any real problems. A single shot from their energy dampening weapon would be sufficient to take care of them and the Cardassians leaving the planet and its artefact wide open for the taking.
The Breen did not like surprises. Like their love for the cold, this race enjoyed things to be unchanging, predictable, without surprises. Things were meticulously planned and little if anything was left to chance since chance could not be trusted to do anything expected. Maybe that had been why the Breen and the Dominion had become allies so many years ago. The two empires ran along very similar ways, that of order through strength through which random occurrences were controlled or denied.
The races and ships that had been found around TOLAR IV had not held any surprises, as did the outcome that would result from the Breen's arrival. The planet and its lost treasure would be theirs for the taking. As well laid out as the plan had been though, the Breen had failed to consider that luck was an integral part of the cosmos that followed a will of its own. The frigate and its crew would soon be made aware of this in a most permanent way.
The tonality and pitch of the whistles and clicks that formed the Breen language suddenly changed. Reports from various stations came barrelling in on the CO who tried to make sense of them all. The energy field that they had been using had somehow become unstable creating a feedback that threatened to destroy their ship. Nothing had been noticed on their scanners that could explain why this had happened but worse had been their inability to stop the chain reaction that had begun because of it. One after the other the stations on the bridge exploded sending members of the Breen crew flying through the frigid air until only the CO remained. The noise created by their spoken language had stopped, replaced by the crackling of blown consoles. There was nothing anyone could do, something unexpected had happened and they would all be made to pay the ultimate price for it. Maybe the element of chance should have been considered in their planning but now it was too late.
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Stardate: 10298.1459
Setting: Space, Cardassian ship orbiting TOLAR IV
Sensors said that something large had been heading this way, a Breen Dragon Class Battleship. It was still too far to be seen through enhanced visual means but everyone knew that it was there. The two Ferengi ships and their crew had seen it and left, the Cardassians had also seen it but had hoped that luck would be on their side. If they could find the artefact before the battleship was within firing range, they would be able to leave with what they had come to get.
The troops sent to the planet had not reported in yet and no one dared to contact the ground troops for fear of tipping their hand to the Breen. They had only one advantage and if luck was to be on their side it would be all that they would need.
Cardassians did not really believe in such a thing as luck, but the sudden disappearance of the Breen ship from their sensors made them reconsider this. Instead of a heavily armed battleship, the sensors picked up a large explosion that could be seen with the naked eye. The new star that had been created had not lasted for that long but it herald a time of renewed hope for the crew of the Galor Class destroyer. Whatever had caused the battleship to be destroyed deserved to be thanked, after they retrieved the Mind Stone from the icy grasp of the planet below.
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Tiffany Rose {lady_tiffany_rose@mail.com}
Ensign Lea Summers
Currently:
Undercover SFI Agent
Once assigned as:
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
USS ANUBIS
