Please reference this thread: Prime Universe.

This story takes off at "Security to the bridge," he said and fired. about halfway down the page.

It had been pretty straightforward. The Expedition had come home to Earth immediately following the apprehension of Lt. Cmdr. Davis and the discovery of Captain Miller's body.

Murdered in cold blood.

Commander Scoth had reported what had happened leading up to the incident, how Miller had ordered Angel Wing to engage, then made to abandon them.

He told the truth.

Which was the damned misery of it.

The verdict was swift. Angel never denied that he'd killed his captain.

He was, in fact, proud of it.

The three admirals deemed that Captain Miller had acted in an unfathomable manner, under the circumstances.

"However, you have had countless hours in combat, both in space and in person Lt. Commander," Admiral Cherok told him at his sentencing. "You are expected to show restraint when warranted. You did not. We are therefore obligated to sentence you to no less than 25 and up to 42 years in a Federation Penal Colony. This court is adjourned."

No one was really surprised, not even Grant, who wasn't in attendance.

Mark Davis was formally removed of rank, uniforms, and Starfleet equipment. His personal effects were put in storage on Earth and he was transported to Seni III, a penal colony world.

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Semper Paratus - Always Ready

Semper Invictus, Semper Vigilans - Ever Invincible, Ever Watchful

It'd been six months since Mark had been put here.

Seni III. It wasn't altogether a horrible place. Minimal guards and attention.

He did what he was supposed to. He was assigned area beautification.

Which meant he was a gardener.

Something he abhorred.

But every night he dreamt. He dreamt of Miller. Of the feeling of the last bits of blood that would ever go to his former commander's brain flow past his palms as he choked the human man to death. Watching his eyes as they went dead.

He woke refreshed.

Usually.

This time though he was awoken while it was still dark. He immediately knew what had woken him. All of his experience and training immediately kicked in as he went to his cell window and looked out.

Flashes of light, concussions eventually hitting his cell block.

He watched the Starfleet security forces scurry about, not prepared for the invasion of the Klingons and their forces.

But why would they attack this penal colony world? It really made no sense. Something had to be special about it though.

He heard some commotion in the hall and went to his cell door.

Chief Valenzuela was jogging past.

"Chief! Chief Chief ChiefChiefChief!" he called, the middle aged man looking at him and slowing. "I can help you! You know I can!"

"Yes, yes you can," he merely said.

Angel had made friends with this guard in particular. Jerry had seen his own share of fighting. They'd shared war stories.

Mark was let out of his cell, the other inmates starting to yell to be let out as well. The warrant officer gave him the rifle he was carrying and unholstered his pistol.

"We have to get to the auxiliary communications array, on the northeastern part of the facility," Jerry said, setting off down the hallway.

Mark took aim and fired, hitting the man in the base of the skull, ensuring the rifle was at full power. Valenzuela was prepared to activate his personal shield when he got to the exterior wall, so he didn't even know what had killed him.

Mark had learned quickly. The ratio for guards to inmates was 1:12.3. This facility was going to be taken and there was nothing the chief, the other guards or he could do about it.

He went to the body and took the PSG, the communicator and access code PADD. The pistol belt and weapon buckled onto his waist, Angel turned and exited the block.

Once outside he turned and began making his way to the shuttleport.

Along the way he opened every door in the colony. Not only would it ensure chaos amongst the KDF, it would make it much harder to track him down. Surely some of these convicts would make it off world as well.

He was high value he knew. Admiral Cherok had understood. Of that he was sure. The vulcan - had just looked it. He knew this would be letting the old man down. But he had to do what he had to do. Cages just weren't for someone like Angel.

The 22 year old man found the shuttleport exactly as he figured it would be: occupied.

Everyone would expect the heroic pilot and warrior of the Federation, the bane of the KDF, to hop in a shuttle or fighter with grey skin and Federation tags and fight or make a run for it.

So when the boarding party shuttle took off with wounded and intelligence, no one questioned the ammo crate that had been loaded . . .

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Three hours later, aboard the cruiser Vungraw, a fresh and green recruit was told to inventory the cargo that had piled inside the supply bay. He eventually opened the same ammo crate, priming the photon grenade. A seasoned soldier would have immediately recognized the sound, but this young buck tilted his head slithly at the sound, right before it blew up.

Angel meanwhile was incased in a personal cloak, making his way slowly through the K'Tinga class vessel. He noticed the change though, when techs and security forces began running towards where he'd come from. Some fool had found his booby trap apparently.

He didn't have much time now.

They'd know that a sabateur was aboard and would lock everything down, if the captain of the boat was smart.

Upon entering the deserted, small shuttlebay, he knew whoever it was was special.

A chariot was there. Only the best KDF officers were authorized to have them.

Angel ran over to it and pulled open the panel, crossing the chips needed to open the hatch.

"The IKS Thogh'Ko huh?" he said, jogging inside and beginning start up procedures, including weapons. "I just don't think that'll do," he muttered as the systems came up, his free hand pulling out the remote detonator he'd acquired while in the bay.

The number two engine's primary power management system lost all power due to the antimatter charge adhered to its conduit exploding.

The craft came off the floor and rounded towards the bay door, firing it's disruptors and blowing a hole out of the side of the cruiser, going to warp before the honored Klingon captain even knew his personal ship was stolen.

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Semper Paratus - Always Ready

Semper Invictus, Semper Vigilans - Ever Invincible, Ever Watchful

A human walked onto Archanis station. Male, roughly two meters tall. Not overly muscular. A small bit of stubble on his face.

But his demeanor, his aura, made the bartender, the bouncers and patrons all turn his way.

He walked through the throng of people to the bar and ordered a whiskey.

"Starfleet isn't welcome here," a enormous Orion male said to him as he picked up his shot.

"So you're telling me to leave?" he asked, downing his liquor.

The Orion scoffed, more large bodied brutes gathering.

"I never did give you that choice then did I?" he said more than truely asked.

The human turned on his bar stool, his blue eyes like steel.

"Look, I'm just here to collect a crew-" he began.

The room erupted in laughter.

"You? Here to collect a crew?" the brute said, his breath stinking to high heaven. "At this point little man, you should be finding some reason to walk out of here alive, let alone with a crew."

"Alright I'm done talking to you," the man said, pulling out an archaic earth pistol and jamming it under the Orion's jaw, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

The blood and brain matter splattered all over the human and the first row of observers, causing a small panic.

He leaned down from his stool to the body on the floor and pulled out the datapad from the now-dead Orion's satchel. He then climbed onto the bar.

"Where is the crew for the SS Moari?" he asked. He saw a group of two tables turn and look at each other while some of the patrons turned and looked at them as well. "Nevermind. You all. You worked for this guy-" he said, motioning to the dead man below him, "well now you work for me. We launch in one hour. To the rest of you-" he turned to look at the rest of them.

"Let any and all know, that the Angel did this. And he'll do it again."

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Semper Paratus - Always Ready

Semper Invictus, Semper Vigilans - Ever Invincible, Ever Watchful