Stardate 87729.33

You'll recall that I'd just been messaged by Starfleet. The news was not good. Remember that tribble that I'd kept? Well, I'd stashed the little guy in my quarters back at base and, well, he did what tribbles do.


Apparently the starbase was so overrun with them that the Admiral didn't put on his toupee because he thought he already had. The sight of the bald Admiral with a tribble on his head was cause for some mirth. Followed by a call to the Resolution.


Some brilliant engineer managed to beam all of the tribbles simultaneously to a freighter. We were to rendezvous with the freighter, escort it to a vacant planet, and beam the tribbles down.

As we approached the freighter, we knew something was wrong, it was without power and had burn marks on the hull. Reggie scanned it and found that the burns were from disruptors, Klingon disruptors. Why the heck would the Klingons want tribbles?


We were immediately ambushed, but the Resolution is more than capable of taking on a few destroyers. 

Reggie and Dwight beamed over to the destroyed vessel in environmental suits and downloaded what little computer information was left in the logs. From that we managed to trace where the Klingons had gone.


We had to call in some backup, because an entire Klingon armada was at the location.

We tracked a massive transporter trace to the planet below before the Klingon ships were destroyed, so all of the captains beamed down.

There were plenty of Klingon warriors to evict. You'll notice that I've been doing some tinkering of my own. Using a hand replicator I can generate a small phaser turret and shield generator. Handy for situations like these. I'm yet to be satisfied tinkering with the effects though, the shield is a little too uniform for my liking.


In any case, we managed to get rid of the Klingons and reach their base, only to find about a dozen shuttles all having just lifted off. Each captain tracked one, beaming back up to the ships, the Resolution headed off, following one to a small moon in a nebula.

There was a satellite laser defence grid that the Klingons had obviously hastily set up.

How did we avoid the super powerful lasers? I believe it went a little something like this:
Anthi - "Let's blow up the transmitting satellites!"
Reggie - "I can probably scan for the frequency required to absorb the power in the shield array."
Garry - "Let's just offer to buy them out."
Tommy - "I agree with Anthi, blow 'em up!"
Dwight - "If you beam me over I can re-engineer them to destroy each other."
Me - "Helm, move the Resolution z-axis +100 meters, then plot a course forward."


Silly Klingons, space is 3D. Still, even the most super genius, genetically engineered people can get that wrong.


Past the satellites we beamed down to the planet below.

Hmm, the shuttle was a Federation one, not a Klingon one. Looking around we found evidence that the Klingons here had taken a Federation base, a secret one by the lack of knowledge we had about it. Many scientists already lay dead in the corridors. We avenged them.

After interviewing several near dead Klingons and investigating the equipment and computer banks we found - my previous reference to Khan Noonien Singh was scarily relevant. The Klingons had decided to genetically modify themselves, using tribble DNA to become the ultimate in replicating soldier!

We argued about what to do for quite some time. I wanted to call them Triblons. Dwight thought Klingles was better. Eventually Anthi and Tommy just blew up the replicators. Well, we had saved the galaxy from an unending horde of fuzzy, cute, bloodthirsty Klingons.


We took just a few small souvenirs of our mission.

I called mine Triblon.

Another example of the crew of the Resolution being worthy of heroic status!


Sparky... out.