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Old August 6 2012, 12:17 AM   #1
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ST: Aftermath

Greetings all! I've been a long-time lurker on these boards for years now, but I finally decided to post a bit of what I've written in the AR universe. Consider the following to be excerpts from larger stories that I just haven't gotten around to writing.

**Note: The movie naturally took a bit of creative license in depicting the time frame between the end battle with Nero and the launch of the Five-Year Mission. I've expanded those few minutes out to be several months. During which I envision the Enterprise being repaired, Kirk attending some form of command school, etc.

With all that out of the way, enjoy!

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Laurentian Star System
Stardate 2258.06
0934 hours

Commodore Heihachiro Nogura sat dumbfounded in his ready room onboard the USS Arabia. Vulcan? Gone?! Great Bird help us all. We didn’t need this—not another crisis. The Federation was already on edge with the problems in this system. This damn “border dispute” with the Klingons had gone on long enough, and now the Romulans decide to attack?

He shook his head, trying to throw of his worries and his speculation. The report from Starfleet Intelligence had concluded that the Star Empire had not sanctioned the attack on Vulcan or Earth. Still—rogue Romulans—operating their own agenda that just so happened to eliminate the one species the Romulans might hate worse than Terrans—he didn’t buy it.

He had five fully Vulcan-crewed civilian medical starships in his hastily assembled fleet. How many of those Vulcans lost their entire families in this—attack? Atrocity? Holocaust? What the hell do you call the almost-extermination of an entire species?

Come on Heihachiro! Focus. You still have your own mission in this system. The Klingons had their asses handed to them by that same rogue Romulan ship—which is only going to make them push harder here, if only to deter any indications of weakness on their part.

He glanced over his new orders for the third time, “Detach the Vulcan-crewed starships. Provide a sufficient escort for return transit to Sector 001.”

This recall would seriously hamper his ability to perform the functions necessary to this mission. More than half the star fleet was in this one trinary system and he was still short-handed. Still, he understood Command’s point. The Vulcan species qualified for “endangered” status now. Every Vulcan in the Federation was apparently being recalled to Earth, where the provisional Vulcan government had set up operations.

“Provide a sufficient escort…” he muttered. How nice of Command to leave the number of starships to send his decision. He couldn’t sacrifice more than three if he wanted to preserve fleet security and maintain an effective deterrence.

He couldn’t delay the inevitable for much longer.

He tapped the button for the direct line to communications. “Lieutenant?”

“Yes, sir?” replied his communications officer. Sara Johannson. Excellent officer.

“Get me Captain Wesley of the Beowulf. I need to speak with him.”

“Right away, sir.”


****


Robert Wesley wondered how this day could get any worse. First, Engineering reported a problem with the reactors—some sort of feed problem in the injectors; then he’d received word from Archer IV that his sister was getting a divorce; and now communications reported that Commodore Nogura wanted to speak with him.

“Pipe it down to my quarters, Ensign.”

“Aye, sir.”

He glanced in the mirror, making sure his tunic was straight, and then activated his monitor. A second later, a very attractive blonde came onscreen.

“The commodore will be with you shortly, Captain Wesley.” she said, flashing a very nice smile.

He decided against a friendlier acknowledgement and went with, “Understood.”

A few seconds later Commodore Nogura appeared onscreen. “Hello, Rob. How’s the day going?”

“The usual, Commodore.” he lied.

“Good to hear.” Nogura hesitated a few seconds then added, “I have new orders for you. And I’m afraid they come with grave news.”

Wesley nodded, while simultaneously thinking that this was par for the course.

“In addition, this information is considered classified for now. You are now under orders not to disclose this information to anyone other than your executive officer—for now. ”

Wesley nodded again.

“Approximately two standard days ago Vulcan was destroyed by what looks to be a boat-load of terrorists.”

Wesley sat deathly still for a second, unsure of what he had just heard the commodore say to him. Surely he had heard incorrectly—but the look on Nogura’s face told him otherwise.

“Commodore, excuse my language, but how in Hell did a terrorist group destroy one of the core worlds?!”

“That’s information I don’t have, Captain. But there is more. It was a group of Romulans. And they attacked Earth.”

Many things thundered through Wesley’s head, but only one phrase kept coming to mind. Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ.

“Command advised me that this will be announced at some point on the Federation News Service. At that time, the classified nature of this will no longer apply. Your orders are to escort our Vulcan-crewed medical ships back to Earth along with the Concord and Kumari. You’re senior, so you’ll be in overall command of the task force. Command wants them protected at all costs. Preliminary estimates are that less than 25,000 Vulcans are left.”

Wesley managed to compose himself long enough to say, “Understood, sir.” A thousand different questions crossed his mind, but he knew the commodore didn’t have time to answer one captain’s questions.

“Good luck, Rob.” Nogura said. Not adding, You’re going to need it.

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Old August 6 2012, 12:31 AM   #2
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Wow, a very promisiong start! Your characters reactions were very appropriate to the circumstances, and I appreciated Nogura's assessment of the Klingons' likely response to the pasting Nero gave them.

More, please!
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Old August 6 2012, 01:33 AM   #3
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I'm always up to read some Abramsverse fan fic. I don't quite agree with the view the movies seems to take on all Vulcans basically being on Vulcan and them not having many colonies or people living elsewhere in the Federation but well, c'est la vie. The events in the movie are bound to have an aftermath. Not only was Vulcan destroyed, basically the whole senior year of Starfleet Academy died as well. Also, some people know that Romulus is doomed. Will they try to save it? There are many stories to be told here.
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Old August 6 2012, 01:50 AM   #4
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Wow, a very promisiong start! Your characters reactions were very appropriate to the circumstances, and I appreciated Nogura's assessment of the Klingons' likely response to the pasting Nero gave them.

More, please!
Thank you! I think the Klingons have much more depth than has been portrayed at times. I also just recently re-watched "Day of the Dove" and there was a small reference to the Klingons needing to expand to be financially solvent, so you can expect some small references to their economic problems in the future.

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I'm always up to read some Abramsverse fan fic. I don't quite agree with the view the movies seems to take on all Vulcans basically being on Vulcan and them not having many colonies or people living elsewhere in the Federation but well, c'est la vie. The events in the movie are bound to have an aftermath. Not only was Vulcan destroyed, basically the whole senior year of Starfleet Academy died as well. Also, some people know that Romulus is doomed. Will they try to save it? There are many stories to be told here.
I don't quite agree with the movie on that subject either. I adjusted the numbers here intentionally, to support the idea that Vulcan had an offworld presence (P'Jem, other monasteries, etc.) I decided not to increase it by too much to preserve the tragic nature of their plight.

I'm glad you brought up the point about the senior year of Starfleet Academy. I hadn't considered that.
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Old August 6 2012, 05:09 AM   #5
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Laurentian System
Stardate: 2258.10
1336 hours

Nogura sat looking at Brigadier General Korrd’s message. A damned hardcopy, written in blood. Sitting on a bed of dilithium crystals. Say what you will about the Klinks, but they do have a certain way with things of this nature.

The message simply read, “I have received instructions from my government. Today is a good day to die, Commodore.”

What did that mean? Surely, after all their posturing they weren’t really about to incite a war…

They were already skirmishing with the Romulans along their border.

Something in the back of his mind reminded him—they don’t look at war the same way we do…

He had a very bad feeling about this.

Starfleet Intelligence had indicated that the loss of their ships to the Romulan terrorists would make them more aggressive and less willing to back down from the Federation, but were they really so concerned with their honor that they’d do this? Or was their economic situation really that dire? Too many questions, not enough information.

“RED ALERT! COMMODORE TO THE BRIDGE!”

Great Bird save us all.

He arrived on the bridge in mere seconds.

“Sir, Klingon vessels are moving to offensive positions around Laurentia IV and VII. They’re landing troops!” reported his first officer, Commander Branson.

“They must really want this damned dilithium.” murmured the young helm officer.

“I’m afraid this has never been about the dilithium.” said Nogura.

“Sir?” asked Branson.

“Later.” he replied. “Johannson, inform the outposts on those two planets to expect company. And get me Starfleet Command!”



****


“Major West!” yelled a private. “We’ve got another incoming drop pod!

“Get that theater shield online!” West barked.

“Sir, tricorders indicate we’ve got Klingons on the other side of that ridge.” his second-in-command added, while pointing. “If these scans are right, they have at least platoon-strength numbers.”

“Redeploy us to cover the approaches and start active jamming.” West commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

“Talaan?” West called.

“Here, sir.” Talaan said, her antennae arched severely forward, hugging her brow.

“Contact the outpost and see if they can reposition some of our low-level observation drones. I need real-time updates to my HUD.”

“Aye, sir.”

West turned and surveyed the valley beneath him, noting that his position was not ideal, but then the forces of the universe had neglected to ask his opinion when they placed this cave full of dilithium on a mountainside. No matter. He would see the day through. And he would win. “No Klink is going to get the better of me...” he muttered.



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Old August 6 2012, 06:23 AM   #6
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Oof! Here come the Klingons. It appears they've decided they'd rather die on their feet than live on their knees. This will doubtless be an all-or-nothing venture for them, which makes Commodore Nogura and Major West's positions all the more tenuous.

Better tell the major to break out the photon mortars and start digging foxholes in the ol' mountainside!

Great stuff!
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Old August 7 2012, 11:42 PM   #7
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I'm liking this a lot. An old-fashioned war story, but old-fashioned in a good way. Looking forward to more.
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Old August 8 2012, 05:52 PM   #8
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I like me some Abrams-verse Trek fanfic as well. Especially if it is as compelling as this is so far.

Very curious to see how this desperation move by the Klingons will turn out.
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Old August 9 2012, 09:14 PM   #9
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Earth (Sol III)
Stardate 2258.10
0545 hours (Local Time)

"Cast out fear. There is no room for anything else until you cast out fear." "The mind controls the body; control the mind and the body will follow." T’Pau of Vulcan quietly murmured, deep in meditation.

She sat in her penthouse suite in the San Francisco Hilton. A foreign city, on a foreign world, she thought. That is irrelevant. The city exists, and it functions for its desired purpose. "Wide experience increases wisdom, provided the experience is not sought purely for the stimulation of sensation." She had never visited the homeworld of the Terran species.

Thy experience on this world has not been unsatisfactory. The humans and the Federation as a whole have been most helpful to the remnants of thy race. Quite logical, she reminded herself. They feel as though they must protect thee, since thy world and most of thy species now does not exist. Logical, but unnecessary. Thou art Vulcan. Thou art an Acolyte of Gol. Thou hath attained Kolinahr. Outworlder’s know not thy Vulcan mind nor thy Vulcan heart.

"Change is the essential process of all existence." We must endeavor to help ourselves. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one." We must do that which is necessary.


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Unknown Star System
2258.12
0830 hrs (Local Time)

Srel walked home deep in thought. After so many years of isolation, visitors had come to his world, but they brought horrible news. His people’s historical homeworld, Vulcan, was gone. The elderly Vulcan who addressed the city’s leading citizens had related the story. It was Them, those that marched beneath the raptor’s wings. The Rihannsu.

His great-grandfather told him the story of how his people and the Rihannsu had left their home 2,000 years ago, after losing the Great Wars that ravaged the planet. After surviving great hardships, Srel’s people had wanted to return to Vulcan, to make peace with their brethren, but the Rihannsu had exiled them to this world for their betrayal.

Now his greatest fears had come true, the Rihannsu had survived- and were powerful. They were just as warlike as they had been in his great-grandfather’s stories. Now his planet was no longer an unknown, no longer a forgotten rock in a forgotten star system.

His people had elected not return to the stars, to live a quiet existence on their remote world, so as to not attract the attention of the Rihannsu. That quiet existence was now over, even if it was the Vulcans who discovered them and not Them.

The elderly Vulcan made an extremely attractive offer, however, to join his people with the Vulcans on a new world. They would reunite the species, so that both groups could survive.

The thought terrified him, because his people were an emotional one. They were not as emotional as the Rihannsu had been, but still far more emotional than any of the Vulcans among the visitors. All of them except the elderly one, he seemed quite different. He wasn’t overly emotional, just not as stoic as the rest. How interesting…

Even with terrible fears surging throughout his body, Srel knew he would take the Vulcan’s offer. He would go with them to this new world, not for himself, but for his daughter. Their continued existence could never be certain on this world now, because if the Vulcans had found them, then the Rihannsu would eventually remember those that betrayed them, and they would not visit offering peace. They would exterminate his people.

Srel knew what must be done. He would go with them, not for his own safety, but for his daughter’s safety. For Saavik.


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Old August 10 2012, 02:05 AM   #10
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Laurentian System
Stardate: 2258.12
1445 hours

“CORE BREACH! MULTIPLE CORE BREACHES, CHIEF!” a young lieutenant yelled.

“Well, that answers my next question…” bellowed Chief Engineer Lansing, “Engineering to Bridge! Reactors three and five are less than 60 seconds from breaching! I’m ejecting!

This was not going well, Nogura thought. Not well at all. Where the Hell did the Klinks get this kind of firepower?!

“ETA to those D-7’s?!” Nogura quickly yelled.

“Twenty seconds, sir!”

“Bridge to Engineering! Situation understood! Hold ejection for my mark!” Nogura bellowed into the comm.

“…uh…right! O…kay?! Shit!” Lansing responded.

“Helm, Z minus 2500 meters, rotate 180 degrees to port! Full impulse! Get us there in ten seconds, mister.” Nogura commanded.

“…Aye, sir!”

“Communications, signal the squadron to scatter!” He yelled over his shoulder.

Nogura watched as his helmsman flurried into activity, trying to set up the maneuver, then felt the Arabia strain ever so slightly as he engaged the impulse engines at full power without the proper procedures. That D-7 was coming up fast. He should probably signal Engineering right about…

“Engineering, MARK!”

The full ramifications of what he just ordered never had a chance to grace his mind.

“COME TO BEARING 352 MARK 45! EMERGENCY POWER TO AFT SHIELDS! ALL HANDS BRACE FOR CONTACT!”

He’d gambled. The USS Arabia rolled to port as she flew under a group of three D-7 Klingon battlecruisers, offering up her reactor ejection ports and many critical systems. Engineering had ejected two very critical reactors at that precise moment, sending them on a ballistic trajectory directly toward the D-7’s, which had slowed to respond to the seemingly suicidal Starfleet ship.

As the Arabia flew down and away, the reactors exploded, catching the lead D-7 and one of her sisters. Their ventral shields flared then disappeared as the explosion engulfed them. The third D-7 caught the outer edge of the blast, losing a nacelle and helm control.

The Arabia fared little better. As she dived toward Laurentia IV to escape the blast it overtook her, decimating her nacelles and ripping through one of her engineering sections. Conduits and fluid lines severed throughout the ship. Her hull charred space black as the outer layer of armor disintegrated under the intensity of the blast. Her structural integrity field in the far aft sections wavered for approximately 0.02 seconds, causing many structural members to torque and in several cases shear. Her port hangar bay doors were among those to shear, and as the Arabia tumbled in low orbit, many previously secured shuttlecraft became multi-ton projectiles, adding to the damage and debris in her wake.

Nogura managed to remain in his chair, but others were not so lucky. He watched his helmsman’s chair shatter from its mounting on the deck, breaking the back of his helmsman in the process. The noise of that death would remain with him for his entire life. He was sure of that.

He managed to pull his eyes away long enough to clear his mind.

“The Klingons?!” he managed to whisper.

“My board is fried, sir, but I think we got two of them.” His science officer replied.

“Engineering, status report!”

Nothing but static met his voice on the comm.

He swiveled his chair to look at his communications officer, but the Caitian was dead at her console.

“Navigator, pull up the cameras in Engineering.” he said quietly.

A few seconds later, another grisly image stained his memory. Engineering was open to space.

“Status?!” Nogura again queried.

“Sir?” his navigator said, swiveling to face him, “We’ve got an incredible amount of hull breaches. The damage control board can’t keep up. We’re losing power rapidly. Aux and batteries aren’t responding. And I can’t seem to contact Auxiliary control.”

“Ship-to-ship?” Nogura asked.

“No, sir.”

“Sensors?”

“I think I’ve got only one emplacement operational.” his science officer groaned.

Nogura glanced at his viewscreen, watching Laurentia IV loom in the distance. My ship is dying, he thought. I’ve killed my crew. My fleet is in disarray. I’ve got 2,500 people on the ground, with only theater shields. And limited orbital support. I hope Decker’s squadron fared better than mine did…


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Old August 10 2012, 02:37 AM   #11
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Got your messages. Figured I'd stop in and say I really enjoyed what I've read so far.

We need to get your post count up so I can PM you.
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Old August 10 2012, 02:43 AM   #12
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Agreed!
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Old August 11 2012, 10:32 AM   #13
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There’s a lot going on here, aside from the obvious issue of the Klingon offensive in the Laurentian system.

Nogura’s giving better than he’s getting, but the odds are stacked against him and the Turtleheads are playing for keeps. Terrific bit of innovatively underhanded strategy with the core ejection!
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Old August 12 2012, 02:23 PM   #14
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The battle is not going well. So far it's Klingons 1, Starfleet nothing. Let's hope Decker and the ground forces can turn the tide.

I like how you are weaving in canon characters by the way.
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