The mess was cleaned up and those who remained gave their loyalty and approval to the human wife of their base administrator. Fyre's suggestion was a welcomed one and much of those on station had begun doing just that to include the guests on station.
Blood Wine poured endlessly for those who could drink it. It wasn't long before warriors challenged each other to hand-to-hand. Even drunk, a warrior held his own. Visitors who couldn't take being in the riff raff either retired to their quarters or left the station entirely. Overall, it was a big party, all in the celebration of the union of their Administrators.
By evening's end, M and his bride retired to their quarters.
Matok sat in his command chambers with his security chief and Fyre. He was concerned after a patrol.
"Tau 31 is now hostile to Zoners," he explained, "I took the jumphole to Tau 23 and found the Gallic Royals have secured the system. While no one saw us there, that hole is bit exactly well hidden from the trade lane. I will order the station be on alert."
"I concur," replied Chara, "perhaps a patrol ship or two would help?"
"I can try," he answered, "we are not exactly a high budget installation. I already sent word to Shasta. I probably will soon to other Zoners."
He then turned to his wife, "Fyre, have you any suggestions for this delemma? It seems we will be the front lines, if we are not already."
The Royal pilot was thrown into the holding area in the back of Freeport 6. Matok was furious and spared the Gallic no mercy as he sent him sprawling across the floor before he smashed full force into the wall. Already bloodied from several Klingon guards beating on him, he could only move slowly, trying to get to where he could see his assailant.
"Lucky for you, Human, none of my men were killed in your little attack on my ship," he growled, "You on the other hand may not be so lucky." He then drew the dag'tagh from behind him and held it for the man to see.
"Now, why the unprovoked attack?"
"Because you're Sirian and you must be subjugated," he mumbled, "just as the Royalty ordered."
Matok only became more incensed, grabbing the bloody head of the pilot and making him face him, "Do I look like a Sirian, Human?"
The pilot stared at the angry warrior, "You live in Sirius so you are Sirian."
Matok pressed the blade of his dag'tagh firmly against the pilot's throat to which the pilot weakly stated, "Killing me gains you nothing."
"And keeping you alive gains me nothing either," he growled. He then removed the blade and threw his head back on the floor. He then walked back to his security detail, "Let him bleed awhile and he is not to be left unattended."
As Matok, still infuriated, walked down the hallway, he mumbled, "Fyre would love to work him over."
Matok and Chara sat at a table, discussing the matter of a new "Freeport" right next to there own. Matok was concerned considering he knew what happened of the old one. They talked over drinks and dinner. Matok had a dish of grilled nomad while Chara chose a tender cut of steak and potato.
"I just remember the end of the old Freeport 11," stated Matok, "Kusari claimed it was built in there space without permission. Now it is built within our no fire zone."
"Well," Chara stated, "it is now in the so called neutral zone so it won't be an issue of territory."
"Nnnoo," dragged Matok, taking a bite of his Nomad, "I do not dispute that. What I worry about is if either the Royals or Kusari make an issue of it. I mean, we are right there. Do we work with the owner? Do we protect him?"
Blaine thought a moment before answering, "treat him like any other Zoner. Lay out your guidelines. No cardi, no slaves, no capital ships and no instigating. Isn't that what has left us at relative peace, even if we would like to see the Royals dive 3 times and come up twice?"
Matok laughed at the statement. "Very true, Blaine, very true. That would make sense. Let us monitor it for awhile and see what happens. We shall play it by ear."
"Very well," replied Blaine. After a pause, he asked, "By the way, any word from Fyre?"
Matok only shook his head, obviously upset. He only remarked, "maybe I was destined to be single and without heirs."
Chara smiled a bit, "I have no problem with being that way myself." He again paused before saying, "I will say this though, Fyre had a body on her that wouldn't quit."
"And how much better it was with her mark," he added. The two men toasted and finished their meals.
Matok reviewed a general message to the Taus on his datapad and then handed it to Blaine.
"Have you seen or heard of these.....sleepers??" he asked.
Blaine just shook his head and handed it back to his boss.
They continued chatting over another drink, "we need to be more watchful and vigilent," stated Matok, "my Klingon gut tells me things may get interesting."
Matok was in his personal quarters, going through some transmissions and inventory information when one of his officers arrived. Grock was a very capable young officer who earned his way to a command position at a young age for a Klingon warrior. He stood at attention entering his boss's office. Once acknowledged, he delivered his report.
"Sir, the Vor'cha is fully repaired," he stated, "the damaged armor is replaced, the gun camera is working and all systems are functioning normally." He then grinned, "It was a great victory, Sir."
Matok just looked from his chair to the officer with a face of approval, "indeed it was. Thank you for the report. If you have nothing further, you are dismissed."
"Yes, Sir," said the officer. As he was ready to leave, he turned again to his boss, "Sir, if I may ask, what will you do next about these......Outcasts? Ban them from the base?"
Matok just looked at his officer with a straight face. "No, not all of them. Just the violator. I have already alerted other Zoners and other Zoner facilities. If this becomes a bigger problem, I will take other measures."
Satisfied, the officer saluted his boss and left. Matok went about his work making a report on the Stormhawk.
Richard Cole came to Freeport 6 to give Commander Matok a visit. He brought a bouket of flowers for Matok's wife Fyre. And came for a nice chatter as they are neighbours. In the mind of Richard.. maybe something more then just a chatter..
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The aging but still massive warrior met his guest at the entry to the bar.
"It is good to finally meet you in person," he stated as they shook hands.
He then noticed the flowers and scoffed.
"I have not seen Fyre in months," he growled, "I guess the Klingon life was not for her as much as I had hoped." He then motioned to the barkeep who came and took the bouquet and displayed it in a vase.
He escorted Mr. Cole to his private table. "So what is on your mind? We have been watching over your home so I know you are not dissatisfied with that."
Commander Matok, it is indeed my first visit. Sorry i was not aware of Fyre not beeing there. *Littlebit ashamed* We are now neighbours for a while, due this time we have had good communications. But recently there are many Outcasts passing our stations. Not only here but even my home Baffin. They seem to be piecefull but i guess we have to be aware of the situation. I have even a surveilance feed of a sarissa uncloaking in front of Freeport 6. As i have nothing against the outcasts, i think we might have a meeting with them. To make sure there won't be any situation in the future wich may harm our relations. Maybe improve them for the better if possible. Not sure how you think on this matter, but for me it seems mostly Lone Outcasts who are messing near our homes
In the meanwhile he watches around if no one is eavesdropping on their conversation.
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As Matok listened, he looked around a bit himself. He then began to quietly laugh when he noticed no Outcasts in the bar. Only his men, a couple of Zoners and some passing traders at a table in the far corner were about.
"Outcasts," Matok snickered, "I find it amusing that they require cardamine for enhancement. Just one of my men, any one, could fight them hand to hand and beat him. We're naturally three times the strength of a human with a natural third lung and an eight chambered heart just to mention a couple of our differences." Finished with his barbing, he got to the matter.
"I do know of some Outcasts ships of the cruiser variety hanging around. A Storta tried extorting the Vor'cha right outside the Freeport. We sold the remains of his ship to Kusari for scrap metal." He then flashed a warrior's smile, "It made for some nice profit."
He then settled back a bit, "Most, however, come here peacefully as you mentioned. Most are smart enough to realize that in hostile space, we're the only place they have to land."
"As to a meeting," he said scratching his chin, "I am not sure how purposeful that would be. The ones that are the problem are generally independents. If it were someone, say, of the 101st, I might feel differently."
He then leaned forward a bit, "Or do they have a vendetta with you that I need to know about?"