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Feb. 3rd, 2013 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blue_print_captainIkin, freshly settled into command of the B'hilent - a ship of the KDF and the Klingon Empire - winces as the Federation ship launches another three astrometric probes.
Another three.
Oh, the B'hilent has a cloak. He might not be the greatest of the Klingon fleet, but they carry that much. What they do not carry is the newest cloak and every astrometric probe carries an array of sensors he would have greatly liked to have when he had been dodging honor duels and ambushes on his way to this command.
Let the fools mock the Federation for giving up cloaking technology in the Treaty of Algeron and their continued avoidance of it in most cases. They could update their sensors and avoid natural problems, find necessary resources faster and detect a larger range of cloaked ships at a greater distance. The Klingon Empire and the tattered remnants of the Romulans had to do both just to keep up.
Swallowing a sigh, he gestures his Orion helmsmen over to begin plotting a course and timing that puts as many stars and moons between their track and the ridiculous number of probes the Starfleet ship had littered around the system. The Federation just intends to win the war by stacking supply crates up and dropping them on warriors?
He'll show them what a mind and honor can do together.
Another three.
Oh, the B'hilent has a cloak. He might not be the greatest of the Klingon fleet, but they carry that much. What they do not carry is the newest cloak and every astrometric probe carries an array of sensors he would have greatly liked to have when he had been dodging honor duels and ambushes on his way to this command.
Let the fools mock the Federation for giving up cloaking technology in the Treaty of Algeron and their continued avoidance of it in most cases. They could update their sensors and avoid natural problems, find necessary resources faster and detect a larger range of cloaked ships at a greater distance. The Klingon Empire and the tattered remnants of the Romulans had to do both just to keep up.
Swallowing a sigh, he gestures his Orion helmsmen over to begin plotting a course and timing that puts as many stars and moons between their track and the ridiculous number of probes the Starfleet ship had littered around the system. The Federation just intends to win the war by stacking supply crates up and dropping them on warriors?
He'll show them what a mind and honor can do together.
