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Old October 12 2009, 06:20 PM   #16
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Re: Star Trek : Angel

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BORG TRANSWARP HUB
SPATIAL GRID 986
DELTA QUADRANT
September 11th 2371


The Queen had at last allocated the resources she required across the four quadrants for a general change in patrols. Cubes had been recalled, others had been dispatched and events spun on around her controlling centre.

The latest cube assignment was the one destined for the Alpha Quadrant. A region of space known as the Azure Nebula had captured her attention nestled at the intersection of Klingon, Romulan and Federation space. The cube would investigate the anomalous readings that had been recorded there and determine whether a larger force should investigate.

As she devoted her concentration to transmitting her orders to the cube, events elsewhere in the hub began to unfold.

Corrosive lubricants that were normally contained in shielded and flexible conduits had seeped through a miniscule crack on to a group of information transfer cables. A small hiss of melted cable was the only visible sign of the forthcoming catastrophe.


UFP SPACE
CLOSE TO ZETHANDER
September 11th 2371 – 2310 FST


While the probes had completed their stealthy scan of the system, Chariscarpia had continued her study of the Federation language. She was well aware that she was nowhere near a full understanding of this multi-faceted language, but she believed she was now conversant with its basic concepts and meanings. Unshielded communications both in-system and out to worlds beyond had provided her with a wealth of material to study.

She had heard little more from the ship that she had followed to this system, a ship that she was now fairly certain was called Angel having monitored its unencrypted transmissions. She knew it had rested here for a while to undergo some form of maintenance and that with that work close to completion it would shortly be leaving. She was currently debating whether to follow it further on its travels or continue on her previous course and had decided that with none of the original crew left to provide a determining answer, her choice would be as good as any. As long as the mission continued, then her duty was done.
She once more settled into her monitoring and deciphering and felt a quiet sense of satisfaction in what she was achieving.


USS ANGEL – BRIDGE
ZETHANDER DOCK
ZETHANDER
UFP SPACE
September 11th 2371 – 2310 FST


As Beta shift commander, especially in dock, Sendok had found little in the way of stressful duties coming his way. Organising the rotation for his shift’s shore leave had been the closest to hard work he’d had to contemplate during their stay here. Of course it had given him ample time to study, particularly the latest science journals of which he was an avid reader.

Checking the chrono built into the arm of the centre seat, he realised that it was almost time for the change to Gamma shift. He bookmarked the PADD he’d been reading and stood to begin a tour of the bridge stations. Normally while in dock, a skeleton crew would man essential stations on any ship making a maintenance layover, but the on-call mission of the Angel had prompted the requirement for a manning level halfway between skeleton and full. Even given the recall time of off-ship personnel, the ship would be ready to launch within an hour maximum.

Right now, many of the members of the reduced bridge staff were finding the quiet duty shift an ideal time to rehearse secondary duty posts and were acquainting themselves with the bridge positions they would be expected to man in a crisis situation.

For instance the Beta shift Conn officer, Lieutenant Tara Courtney, was at the moment being mentored by Lieutenant Patrick Mahoney at the Ops Management console next to her usual post.

Ensign Gava bal Chag, the Tellarite Mission Ops officer was studying the tactical console under the tutelage of Lieutenant T’Mass from security.

Sendok was surprised that even the usually pugnacious Chag was quietly attending to the calm and orderly tutelage of the Vulcan security officer and realised that he had a group of professionals around him who would be prepared for any eventuality.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please note we are shortly due for shift change. Any outstanding tasks should be completed and your positions secured for handover.”

He was answered by a chorus of ‘Aye Sir’s from around the bridge as the Beta shift returned to their duty posts.

Sendok had to admit that he was now more than ready to be back in free space once more and looked forward to their departure from dock tomorrow afternoon with some relish.


BORG TRANSWARP HUB
SPATIAL GRID 986
DELTA QUADRANT
September 11th 2371


As the Borg cube approached the entrance to transwarp aperture 837, the Queen watched in fascination. When the ship passed through this aperture into conduit 12, it would project a structural integrity field ahead of itself to compensate for the extreme gravimetric shear it would encounter as subspace was folded over on itself.

Accelerating to speeds up to thirty times faster than a vessel travelling at warp 9, the cube would enter the Alpha Quadrant within minutes to begin its inspection of the Azure Nebula.

It was at the exact moment that the cube entered the aperture that the information transfer fibres corroded through causing the targeting sensors and locks for the transwarp conduit to fail.

In milliseconds, the exit aperture for the conduit became unanchored and the conduit flailed in subspace like a torn mooring cable. By the time the automated system had switched to backups, the exit aperture had already swept through multiple locations, and eventually tore a hole in subspace just outside the orbit of Zethander. Seconds later, chaos erupted into real space.


UFP SPACE
CLOSE TO ZETHANDER
September 11th 2371 – 2312 FST


Chariscarpia was immediately alert as she detected the tear in subspace. The event itself was serious enough to gain her attention, but it was the associated sensor readings that sent a wave of panic through her.

In all her turns of travel she had managed to avoid the scourge of the Borg and had believed them to be left far behind in the Delta Quadrant. The sensors now indicated otherwise. Switching the scans across all the spectrums at her command, she watched in horror as a fissure opened on the far side of the asteroid field she was using as cover. It began not unlike an ugly bruise on space itself before splitting with discharges of energy and becoming an open rent in the very fabric of subspace.

As she monitored the distorted aperture, she wasted precious moments deciding whether to run or remain hidden amongst the asteroids.


USS ANGEL – BRIDGE
ZETHANDER DOCK
ZETHANDER
UFP SPACE

September 11th 2371 – 2312 FST


As Sendok returned to the centre seat, he heard the chirp of an incoming transmission from the tactical console to his right. Turning he saw T’Mass raise one delicate eyebrow.

“Lieutenant?” he queried.

“Sir, it is Zethander Space Dock Control with an all stations emergency code.”

Sendok sat bolt upright in the chair, his forgotten PADD clattering to the deck. Around him, the Beta shift crew not already at their stations hurriedly ran to them.
“On screen Lieutenant.”

“…repeat, subspace report: bearing 310 mark 020. Detecting tri-quantum waves and subspace distortions with field magnitudes exceeding 2.9 teracochranes. Readings consistent with known Borg technology. All staff to report to duty stations immediately. This is not a drill, I repeat, subspace…”

The repeated call was silenced as Sendok held up his hand.

“T’Mass, Red Alert and Captain to the bridge immediately. Mr Chag, begin immediate crew recall procedures. Conn, Ops, initiate dock departure clearances.”

Sendok stood now, facing the view screen. “Lieutenant T’Mass, do we have a visual on the event?”

“Standby Sir.” T’Mass flicked through the available sensor feeds from the station and eventually brought up the one directed at the section of space beyond the asteroid field. The asteroids were silhouetted against an ever brightening and expanding rip in space that pulsated with sickly green flashes unlike anything Sendok had ever seen before. Behind him the bridge doors hissed open and Dan ran on to the bridge.

“Mr Sendok, report.” Dan stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the gathering maelstrom on the screen. “What the hell is that?”

Sendok turned. “Trouble Sir.”


THE EVENT HORIZON CLUB
CORAL CITY
ZETHANDER
UFP SPACE

September 11th 2371 – 2315 FST


Around the club, the party atmosphere of moments before had vanished as Starfleet crew members hurried outside to designated beam out points. They knew that a general recall was rarely made unless the situation was dire. Spider waited until the last of the crew had departed the club then tapped his comm badge.

“Tarrant to Angel.” He watched as the remaining patrons stared bemusedly at the frantic departure of three quarters of the clientele and shrugged his shoulders before heading out into the cool night air.

“Go ahead Chief.” He recognised the voice of Lieutenant T’Mass and was glad for a calm influence amongst the recall procedures.

“Ma’am, I have a good portion of the planetside crew in my location at this time. Unless there’s a problem that prevents it might I suggest using the triage transporters as well?”

“Thank you Chief. Transport commencing at this time. The Captain requests that we get the Valkyrie’s out immediately on your arrival.”

“Acknowledged, Tarrant out.” Running quickly into the orderly mass of bodies, he managed to grab both Dingbat and Homer out of the crowd and quickly explained the order.
“I have no idea what’s going on up there, but this doesn’t sound good.”


UFP SPACE
CLOSE TO ZETHANDER
September 11th 2371 – 2317 FST


With a flash of decaying radiation, the Borg cube burst forth from the spatial rift at a velocity that left it no chance to avoid the wall of asteroids. Despite the
structural integrity field it had projected ahead of itself, the damage was crippling as tumbling asteroids the size of starships were smashed into motion by the runaway cube.

Realising almost too late that the whole section of asteroids she was hiding amongst was suddenly in motion, Chariscarpia brought the engines on line and attempted to manoeuvre away from the worst of the impact area. By this time it was too late though as the planetoids obeyed the laws of physics stating that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Asteroids splintered in the spinning confusion of impact and the Borg cube, slowed but not by much, ploughed on through their centre totally out of control. Chariscarpia swung round to aim for a large gap that had opened in the dreadful ballet of rocks and wreckage and applied full power. It mattered little now if she was detected. The only other option was destruction.

The ship swung wide of the penultimate asteroid and darted forward, Chariscarpia believing that by some miracle she had escaped. Just before blackness descended on her, she felt the impact of the Borg cube as it struck a glancing blow, and then she knew no more.


BORG CUBE
UFP SPACE
CLOSE TO ZETHANDER
September 11th 2371 – 2317 FST


Ten of Nineteen, Primary Adjunct of Unimatrix 217 was neither panicked nor afraid as events unfolded. He was Borg. Fear was irrelevant.

As the cube began to die around him, he reported the failed mission to the Queen through the Collective but received no reply.

He turned his attention to the screen that now showed what remained of the cube heading directly for a blue green planet, preceded by large remnants of asteroid propelled by their collision. Even the jar of yet another impact didn’t slow the work of the drones. There was no thought that attempting to continue repairs on the ship was futile. Rather, the work continued unabated even as the planet filled the screen before him.


USS ANGEL – BRIDGE
ZETHANDER DOCK
ZETHANDER
UFP SPACE
September 11th 2371 – 2325 FST


“Bridge this is Chief Tarrant, both Valkyrie’s now launched. Remaining runabouts on standby, hangar deck secure.”

“Thank you Chief, bridge out.” Dan turned to Mission Ops where Kat Gray had taken over from Chag. “How’s the recall going?”

“Three more minutes and we’ll have full manning. All sections report ready for launch Sir.”

“Thank you Commander, we’ll bring the rest up on the move until we have to raise shields. Tactical, report.”

Chief of Security DeSalle was at Tactical rapidly working the board.

“Borg incursion confirmed Sir, but the cube has suffered major damage from asteroid impact. Power failing, weapons offline and direct heading for the planet. I don’t believe it’s a controlled heading Sir.”

“Plot an impact point for the cube and the asteroids please and relay to Sciences and to the relevant planetary authorities. Conn take us out, and Tactical give me shields as soon as we clear dock. Commander, you have that long to get aboard anybody still planetside, otherwise they beam up to the station.”

Dan weighed his options carefully. The cube itself looked as if it wouldn’t provide a coherent threat, but the damage both it and the asteroids would cause on impact was likely to be immense. He watched on the screen as the Valkyrie fighters left dock ahead of them and silently prayed that the impact zones planetside would be uninhabited.

As DeSalle transferred the information to the screen on Dan’s chair, he realised that the hope was forlorn.
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