MISSION BRIEFING FROM THE KLINGON HIGH COMMAND – CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET

The war does not go well for the Empire, but we have developed a plan that could reverse our fortunes against the Dominion. A cloaked fleet stands an excellent chance of routing the Dominion forces in the Tylannis Sector. From there, we could stage raids on several critical ketracel-white facilities in adjacent sectors. However, the Dominion has erected a tachyon grid in the Tylannis Sector capable of detecting our cloaked ships. KDF Intelligence believes it has found a vulnerability in the detection grid. Shutting down the tachyon emitter on a remote and icy moon orbiting Tylannis VII would create a gap for our fleet to pass through undetected.

Your squad will travel covertly to the moon outpost in modified photon torpedoes. From there, you must find a way to infiltrate the Dominion outpost and shut down the tachyon emitter. The torpedo tubes are too small to allow for high-yield explosives or any other gear beyond your standard equipment, so you’ll have to devise your own method for disabling the emitter. You’ll also have to find a way off the moon because sending a bird-of-prey to pick you up would undoubtedly tip the Dominion off that we intend to attack the sector.

This is a dangerous mission, but your success will earn you great glory and potentially turn the tide of war in our favor. Qapla’!

A B'rel-class bird-of-prey launched your torpedo into Dominion-controlled space eight hours ago. It’s been a smooth ride, but the cramped accommodations have tested your patience and caused some muscle cramps. The tight confines are not unlike a Sarcophagus giving you plenty of time to contemplate your fate.

Your torpedo begins to buck as it rockets into the atmosphere of Tylannis VII's icy moon. Alarms sound as the exterior temperature spikes dangerously. You notice your torpedo guidance mechanisms need to be recalibrated or you’ll miss the intended landing zone. What do you do?

Yomash imagined, for a moment, letting the angle drift further and the torpedo shell around him becoming a burning ship lighting his way to Sto-vo-kor....  But....not yet....  He had not earned it.

With a snarl, Yomash began the recalibration.  Just as they had trained.  It was the work of moments and the trajectory was corrected back to the course that lead to his destiny

Rolled three dice; he was prepared for this and should be an expert in this system - Two Successes - So, done well!

The torpedo pod crashed down into the frozen wastes of the moon's surface, just as intended. The impact is bone jarring, but leaves you unharmed.

As you pull the hatch release a shrill wind whistles in your ears and stings your eyes. Blinding sunlight reflects off the frozen landscape, forcing you to squint to see anything. The torpedo pod sizzles as it's scorching-hot surface contacts the frigid air. Before you are five pods identical to your own. It seems that the rest of your team survived the descent. One by one they emerge from their pods.

Doranesh, your ferocious second-in-command. She grips her bat'leth tightly.

Hur'kel, the aging physician. He gives you a deferential nod.

Krovek, a fine warrior, but one who might easily have found a calling amongst the Monks of Boreth.

Lural, the traitor and mutineer, and the only pilot the Klingon Defense Force was willing to spare for this mission.

Talij, the savagely gleeful engineer. Her expertise represents the best chance of destroying your target once you reach it.

They each look to you for orders. What do you say?

Yomash stepped onto the icy surface, stretching his too-long confined muscles and watching the others get to their feet.  Looking for any sign of injuries from the landing that might flow them when they advanced...

"Lural!  Fix our position and confirm heading to the objective.  Talij!  Check the devices and prepare them to move.". Yomash then turned on his second, "Take Kronek and Hur'kel to sweep our landing area.

Commands given, Yomash began gathering his own equipment, as the others would.  He checked his prized mek'leth for any damage from the unconventional transportation, then strapped it to his harness.   The d'k tahg came next.  His disruptor rifle and pistol were checked over as well.  The supplies pack was limited, as this mission would in one way or another be over quickly.

Your warriors quickly comply with your orders.

Lural hissed and swore as she conducted her scans. The bitter cold was already punishing, despite the gear the team wore. It would test even the brak'lul to remain in such an environment for long.

"Position and heading confirmed. The Dominion outpost is several kilometers in that direction," Lural relayed.

You had been forced to insert some distance from your target in order to avoid detection. Surprise was paramount if you were to achieve your objective and do so before the Dominion could raise the alarm.

"Gear is secure, Commander," the engineer confirmed.

After a few minutes Doranesh returned with the others. "There is no sign of Jem'hadar patrols. Our insertion has gone undetected. We must strike quickly!"

Your target awaits you. How does your team fare on their trek through the frozen wastes?

Yomash glanced over the gear and loadout of each warrior.  He didn't linger or mention any faults he found (he found none anyway).  These were not recruits to be shaped.  Veterans all.  They would know their business.

Lural would lead the way to the objective.  Doranesh and Krovek would flank that advance.  He would stay with Talij; the devices were off utmost importance to success.  Hur'kel would follow as rear guard.

The chill ached, but Yomash ignored it.  He kept words short though, "wo’ batlhvaD!".  His hand chopped down in the direction of the enemy signalling to begin.

The trek was brutal.  The cold made the blood thick and sluggish.  A doomed place for Klingon tread. But they had prepared.  They had purpose.  They would not let death take them.  Not yet.

As they reached the agreed upon distance, Doranesh and Krovek would advance to scout....

I rolled two dice.  They are prepared and are a team, but the cold is a bane to Klingon.   So handicapped to 2.  Vs. Honor as they have to be careful navigating the icefields.

Got two successes anyway though!

Doranesh and Krovek scout ahead and find the best approach toward the Dominion facility. There is precious little obstruction to cover an advance, so once you approach you must do so quickly or risk being spotted.

The Dominion outpost stands along the edge of a frozen lake. The near side of the outpost leads into a large hangar, but the entrance is blocked by a shimmering forcefield. You notice no signs of patrols along the exterior of the outpost.

Will you attempt to breach the forcefield or find another way in?

Yomash imagined rushing the forcefield and the hangar.  It was the most direct.  Right into their teeth.  Fighting their way through.  It would be glorious....but end too quickly to set the charges correctly...

No...  They must find a subtle way.  For now.

"Fan out.  Find me the soft place in their armor to drive our blades into...."

Again, went with 2d6.  Representing teamwork.  Vs. Honor because it requires stealth and precision.

Two success again.  Dangit!

"Commander," Talij said after the strike team reconvened. "I believe I have located a way in."

She displayed a holographic representation  of scans she had taken along the outside of the building.

"Here. There is a pipeline that punctures the ice and goes into the lake below. It seems to be a water intake,  wide enough for one person. If we cut a hole into the ice, a single warrior can dive down and infiltrate right into the facility,  bypassing their security.  If they survive the freezing temperatures of course..."
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Her solution is risky. Do you attempt it? Who do you send?

Yomash eyed the scan, then the icy lake.  It was the good chance.  A brave and honorable test that could lead to their victory.

Or a cold death.

The decision was easy.

He began removing unnecessary gear, especially that which would not survive the swim, "Doranesh!  If you not receive my signal within one rep, begin your assault as you see fit." He then turned on the old field surgeon, "Anything in your bag to keep my blood warm for my swim? ". The medical bag.  Yomash knew there were drugs there to stave off hypothermia and pain.  Dangerous drugs, but perhaps less than the swim.

He wondered if any would try to volunteer to come with him....

If Hur'kel does have something....  We could roll  a Die to see if it helps?  Or just roll two dice for the swim and call it Prepared?

Hur'kel grunted and within a few moments administered an injection to Yomash.

"That should keep frostbite from setting in immediately. Move swiftly, and you just might survive."

Let's call the drugs equipment that makes you prepared. So, you will roll two dice.

Yomash handed off the gear he could not bring.  He was left with his weapons (excluding the rifle) and a communicator.  If this would not be enough, then the rest would not have mattered either.   What little he would bring was arranged to be out of the way while making the swim.

While he did so, Krovek was sent to cut an entrance through the ice.  Yomash approached the black hole and grinned.  Then he laughed, "Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam!  I will see you inside or in Sto'vo'kor!". Still laughing in the face of near certain death, he plunged in...

Once again...  Two Successes.  Maybe the high-low flip confuses the roller....

The frigid cold and inky blackness threatened to consume Yomash, but he was a Klingon Warrior and would not go without fight.

He swam alongside the pipe deep into the lake until he reached the opening. The suction would have pulled him inside if not for the grate that covered it. As it was he found himself pulled against it, trapped, until he was able to use his weapon to cut a gap large enough to fit through. As a chunk of grate fell away into the icy darkness, Yomash ascended.

The suction pulled the Warrior up toward the surface before it turned and went into the facility. A few moments more and the pipe began to split into three much narrower sections, each heading off in different directions. Each too small for a fully grown Klingon Warrior. Yomash once again cut himself free and fell from the pipework into the space below.

A quick glance around showed that the room was a dimly lit equipment room of some sort. Filled with non-critical machinery, it was somewhat cramped, but well-maintained. Yomash heard the sound of approaching footsteps, moving hurriedly. Likely someone coming to investigate the clattering he had just caused.

What will you do?

Yomash maneuvered so that he would be out of the line of sight of whoever came through the door incautiously.  His mek'leth seemed to fall into his hand eagerly at the prospect of drawing first blood against his enemy.  His off hand was free to grab and take hold of the foe.  To draw them in....

In the shadows by the door, the warrior waited...

Through the door stepped a Jem'Hadar soldier who immediately spotted the wreckage of pipework that had fallen from overhead and turned to sweep the room in the next instant.

Does Yomash take him by surprise?

Yomash wasted no time.  The Jem'hadar were a warrior people and deserved to be treated with respect.  His mek'leth crashed down on the guard's shoulder, attempting to render it useless if not remove it completely.  The dak'tahg followed, striking up into the low vital areas.  Yomash maneuvered his blades to follow up.  There would be no quarter for Jem'hadar.  As he would expect none.

2 successes!

But also got my number, so Warrior's Clarity.  What is the quality of the force defending this base?