"The Coming Of Shadows."
Vel'da Trothni
Drokar
Stardate: 57911.15, 0443hrs (relative time)
"The decision is made," a silken voice purred in Drokari.
"Yes. We know." The female sounded harsh. The grey shadowed image wavered;
the form indistinct.
"Then we are agreed?" she asked softly. The hope in her voice was a bare
tremor controlled by the anticipation of the answer.
"The die is cast," the harsh tones agreed. "You must uphold your part of the
bargain. It must be done before the Treaty is signed."
"And you *will* uphold yours.." the silken voice held a note of authority
now. "I want them dead. All of them. There must be nothing that prevents my
coronation. House Renshii will rule Drokar."
"You *will* be Queen, Versharra," the voice confirmed. "What must be done is
up to you. All is ready."
"Very well. So be it. It begins," Versharra sighed and the sheer
exhilaration of the moment was sublime. She lifted a delicate wrist and
touched her bracelet. "The word is given Bo'chur'a," she gave the
instruction that set pre-made plans in motion. The image wavered again and
vanished. Its' absence allowed Versharra a moment of private reflection. She
laughed softly and stretched out upon her huge bed. It was starting already
she knew.
With a touch of her bracelet once more she summoned her favourites, and as
the Rennari female and Drevaki male entered she laughed once more, "Please
me," she ordered in a sultry voice, and with open arms she welcomed their
attentions.
***
The Romulan Warbirds uncloaked. Thirty eight D'deridex Class vessels fired
plasma torpedoes at point-blank range. They were in close orbit. The
planetary defense platforms and communications arrays were obliterated
almost simultaneously. The secondary weapons fired at strategic ground based
defenses; most of which were unaware of the enemy presence due to the
failure of Drokar's strategic warning systems under the control of House
Renshii. The mine fields had been mapped. The outer defenses had been
penetrated by Romulan scout vessels for the last four years. The
negotiations, so painstakingly stretched over years had allowed the Romulan
Star Empire to do what it did best; assay defenses and infiltrate; and
there-by subjugate.
At the feast celebrating the impending signing of the Drokari and Klingon
alliance; an alliance that ended the courting of the Drokari throne by the
Ambassadors of the Romulan Star Empire, the Klingon General Hoj'uK and the
Royal personage of Queen Lorana were surprised by the sudden brightening of
the Drokari night sky.
The several hundred shimmering forms materializing in the Royal Palace
heralded the arrival of the Reman shock troops under the command of Preator
Valeg; a vicious Reman commander who had very specific orders. The killing
started and continued long into the night.
The first wave of Romulan fighters streaking over the Drokari planet's
deserts made short work of the air defense systems and the few craft that
rallied in a bitter fight that continued for almost a full day and a half.
The invasion began in earnest when the transports arrived. The fighting was
bitter; and the Drevaki died by the thousands as they tried to withstand
the might of a stellar empire bent on one more conquest.
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