Hi'Jak's personal logs, Sub file: Letters to my sister, Sub file: That one book I keep trying to write, Subfile: Chapter 12 the one where the guys do a thing , Encryption Vox, Password *******
maghwI' pa' title lutmeyvam vIghaj. cha' jaj abord chonayta' luj Dujvam, je neH potlhqu'.
vaj batlh mIw vaj pa'DajDaq ghaH'a' jIchegh qaHoHqang jIH HeghDI' jIHvaD wa'DIch ghIq trent qaja'. 'ach jIH not wa' potlhmeyDaq tuq keeping, 'ej mong ghu' unique nob pol neH veb priority puS chongaghpa' tagh tlha' pIH pagh ngoq batlh 'op.
jIQam DeSDu' road Hub'eghtaHvIS qabDaj beQDaq lang. lugh vIHtaHbogh wa' trent, Theurgy laH wej Hot wo' 'ej DIvI' laH. naDev vIratlhchugh QaD vo' Hoch 'Iv, yIchev neH. in return for vanglu'Qo'DI' 'ach legh jIH. vaj wo' contact Hutlh vegh Theurgy network vaj ghaytan vaj qabna'Daj brig pa' 'ej vabDot DaH vaj vIjaH wItI'nISmo' wo' lan jIH wItI'nISmo' chavmoH De''e' desk qaStaHvIS yInwIj. neH ngoQ ghaH loS until qanchoH jIH.
vavwI' vIpoSmoHmeH loS wa'vatlh Heghpa' ghaH naQchoH qantaHvIS. yIn mu'tlhegh ghaH tIq 'ej SoHvaD waste yIn. DaH 'e' Hopmo' jIH naDev, 'ach tu'lu' Qugh, 'ach San. vaj 'emDaq je contacts lo' Theurgy, wo' laH tu'lu'be' jIH vaj veS laH wej Qap maH. 'oH couldn't Qap maH wa'vatlh ben, 'oH couldn't Qap maH during veS Dominion, 'ej DaH?
ghatlh tera' DIvI' grip wo', vaj absorbed nuv law' 'ej vIlegh vImuSHa' 'ach 'eb wIghaj wa'vatlh ben 'ej luj maH HeghDI' pa'QIS Dej maH. DaH chaq wej tu'lu' matay'DI' ghob. jatlhbe'taHbogh redeam qo' maluj laH. jagh unseen, 'ej endless veS vegh logh poH je tu'lu'. vaj roQ tob laH Dan jIH wej neH mup against chaH chaq wo' 'ach ben law' batlhmey 'eb vIghaj.
vaj 'e' nIv'e' jagh, puS 'e' wo' tIq SIch roQ ghob'e' je jIlajneS Har jIH. , tuq ghob, 'ej pa' carnage luH inquisitions ngo' SachchoHghach'a' maHvaD 'uch wItI'nISmo' wa'vatlh ben tlhuHDaj tuq. 'op wa' 'Iv laH ro' ben law' batlhmey might 'ej lang qaStaHvIS lurgh lugh mIw forward, ta' chu'. ghaHmo' pop nuv wa'DIch jagh Hopmo' 'Iv, 'ej wa' chon Dev 'Iv.
jIchegh wa'DIch halfbreed 'e' reH Hew. vaSDaq Hero. gold vay' ghaHlaw', bronze tlham 'ej qach HochHom Hew 'ach ghaytan ghIq. mIw ngo' wIQaw'laH.
baS Dev vaj location. waw' vo' vatlh DIS veS. qeD 'oH, 'ach wej wabmeyvetlh. Suq refreshed ngo' De'wI' software Hoch wej DIS. vaj naw' chaw'a', ngoq ra' vaj vay' 'e' QIn laH vIngeHlI' nuvpu' cher wa' mIw link 'e' qo'nos, qaSpu'DI'. vaj Duj mej reH vIneH ghotvam'e' 'eb pup.
'ach jegh chon, 'ej possibily vabDot toy' jIH je leng nuvpu' HoH je qej 'oH.
[ Lt. JG Hi'Jak | SS Sabine NX-59846 | Upper Shuttle Bay | Deck 11 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan , @Triage , @CanadianVet , @Striker N7 @Mathis , @Havenborn n, @Josie & @Doc M.
Jack looked over the PADD stating equipment he had been issued for the away mission, the hand phaser being something of a curiosity. He hadn't expected to be armed for this mission. He had assumed that Trent would have passed on that he wasn't to get a weapon, but nonetheless, it was in the list of mission equipment on the Sabine. This thing was less of a weapon however and more like a swiss cutting tool.
In the last four years he had done maybe two geological surveys that had required him to go off station. Sitting at the edge of the neutral zone hadn't exactly been a job where you would get to move around a lot. Again, this ship provided him with another interesting challenge. In the past two days he had been more mentally engaged than he had been during his last four years aboard the station.
If Simon had approved his transfer sooner, then maybe he could have ended up here before all of the madness of 84 had happened. He shook his head, nah, that was far too many years ago. Like Trent had said, he had been beneath notice of both the Federation and the Empire. The Theurgy was an important project, one he couldn't have hoped to actually get into any other way.
Going through his packed belongings, he had a spare uniform shoved into his dufflebag. A rather powerful tricorder, and of course, they were also bringing along their combadges, which also served as subspace beacons. That one... was something he was interested in. Fastest Taxi hail in the galaxy. That thing was a message in a bottle that he could get out in the worst situations.
For the trip to this moon, he had also packed a few things. A small unmarked silver bag was packed into his own bag. A PADD for reading not that he was particularely interested in reading in all honesty he was more obsessed with the morning events. Omega a threat to the entire universe, and here he was going out to a moon that no one was even supposed to know existed.
There was a distinct lack of a fighting knife on his person. He sighed, wishing he had managed to talk Trent into giving him that. He shook his head trying to get rid of both the disappointment and the nerves. Walking up to the Sabine, he had to chuckle. He wondered if anyone had ever found the pair of boxers he had lost on this ship. Speaking of which, he never did replace those. He had replicated half a wardrobe by now, and still was going commando. By now it was a life style choice more than anything else.
"Ready to kick the tires and light the fires?" He said walking past Ida. the captains warning to listen to her was still in his mind, but at the same time he was warry of this group. So far it was pretty much the same as every other job that he has ever been in. He finds something and was immediately hushed by his superiors. In this instance he could probably cite it was a good idea, but it was nerve wracking all the same he had carried around some sort of dangerious artifact for three days unaware of it's origin, he was also found out to be a traitor at the same time, he could understand Ive's choices, but trust was a two way streek, and so far... well lets just say he wasn't exactly trusting of Ida or Ives.
Walking into the Sabine, he nodded towards Heather, another member of the science department that he hadn't actually introduced himself too. "It's 'launch', and you should get to your chair."
As he spoke, he sat down in the co-pilot seat, the very same one he had some fond memories of. The last time he had been in the small ship, he had a bit more fun than he could remember. As he looked at the controls he wanted a slight change. "Computer switch co-pilot display to Klingon basic."
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OOC Translation:
Traitor. I haven't had that title before. Two days aboard this ship, and I have already failed in my duties.
If I had honor, I probably should have killed myself when Trent first had me step into his office. However, I have never been one for traditional House-keeping, and keeping my neck given the unique situation I am in is of a higher priority than some honor code no one expected me to follow to begin with.
I am standing at a crossroad at this point. Trent was right about one thing: The Empire cannot touch the Theurgy, nor can the Federation. If I stay here, I am safe from everyone who would want my head. In return for that safety, however, I am being watched. If I were to contact my Empire without going through the Theurgy's network, then I will likely end up in the brig, and even now, if I do go back to the Empire, I will be put back into service behind a desk for the rest of my life. My only goal would be to wait until I grew old.
My grandfather was four hundred before he died of old age. A life sentence will be a very long and very wasted life. Now that I am exposed here, however, there is a worse fate. If I stay and use my contacts for the Theurgy, I could draw my Empire into a war we cannot win. We couldn't win it a hundred years ago, and we couldn't win it during the Dominion War, and now?
I would love to see Earth dominated and the Federation's many worlds absorbed into the Empire, but we had that chance a hundred years ago, and we failed when we collapsed Praxis. Now, there may yet be a greater fight. One that could redeem the world we lost. An unseen enemy, and an endless war through space and time. If I could present proof of these creatures... Not only would the Empire have to strike out against them, but I would have a chance for glory.
If I believe that this enemy exists, than I must also accept that these creatures have reached the heart of the Empire. Houses will fight Houses, and in the carnage caused by these inquisition, the old ways that held us back a hundred years ago would shatter, and a new Emperor would have to step forward. One who could point the fist and the might of our glory in the right direction. The person who first exposed the enemy, and the one who led these hunts would be greatly rewarded.
I'd probably be the first halfbreed to ever have a statue in the Halls of Heroes. I'm thinking something gold, most statues are built bronze and stone, but like I said... I'm out to change the old ways.
Which leads me to the location. A base from The Hundred Year War. It will be vacated... but not completely. The software in those old computers get refreshed every three years via subspace relay transmitters. If I can get access to them, my Intelligence command codes should be enough to set up a one-way link back to Qo'Nos. After that, I can send a message to my people. If I ever wanted to leave this ship, this would be the perfect chance.
But it also means giving up on this witch hunt, and possibly even killing the people I served with on this trip.