RobertScorpio
Pariah
Star Trek:
Exodus
Every page must be turned. And it was time for the Federation to face that simple truth. And so it was in the mid 25th century that the page was turned; forever.
The civil war of the Federation had been brewing for nearly one hundred years. The Federation had become a very large entity. And as Rome, it became too big to maintain with out a price. One faction wanted to limit the influence of new member worlds. The new member worlds had a voting block that upset the balance. And with out warning, the civil war happened. The Traditionalists, backed by factions of Starfleet loyal to it, would make their first prize Earth.
In their first major act, the Traditionalist had activated a sub-space wave that had made warp speed travel unstable, though still usable, through-out most of the known galaxy. The devices, spread through out sub-space, generated waves that acted as barriers. Causing ships that used Faster-Than Light Travel to adjust by having to travel at sub-lights speeds until the waves passed. This could last as long as three weeks to a month.
The Weer family had long roots on Earth. Family records showed the Weer family had owned the land they called home for nearly 700 earth years. It was in an area called Montana. Even after the calamity of the 21st century, the land remained theirs.
The patriarch of the family was Gordon Weer. He and his wife Nancy were still very much alive at the young aged of eighty-seven. Their two sons had taken separate paths.
Mathew Weer was the youngest son. He served in Starfleet briefly, but quit the service in favor of exploration. One didn’t have to join Starfleet to be an explorer. Mathew made a living by exploring on his own, and scouting for Starfleet at times. Using his own ship, aptly named Wanderer, Mathew had scouted deeper and farther than any Star Fleet vessel ever had. The Wanderer’s engine was built for him by an old friend. It used a very experimental form of Transwarp technology that Starfleet had asked to study. Yet,he never let them, not trusting Starfleet’s reason for wanting such a vessel. The Civil War proved his worries correct. In his time of scouting he had become a legend. He had assisted Starfleet in it’s squrimishes with the Romulans the recently awaked species ; The Hurq.
Because he had made contact with alien species far off in the depths of space, Starfleet would routinely call on his services when venturing into areas of space Mathew had explored years earlier. Mathew was in his late fifties. No longer as young as he used to be, and definitely tattered and torn from his nomad like existence. Even still, he was a living legend. He was practically the last of his kind, a relic from a time where going as far as you could into space was an honor.
Jonathan Weer was the oldest son. He had a wife named Mary. They had raised four children. Where Mathew wandered the stars; Jonathan had lived a more normal life. He had been, for lack of better words, a paper pusher for the Federation. There was no glory in his profession, none of the accalaids that Mathew had garnered. Jonathan was content to have the small life he did. Mary had married him for that reason.
Mitch was their oldest son, and was head strong and wild. At the young age of twenty-one, Mitch showed no signs of deciding what he wanted to do in life. Most of the family thought he would end up as a smuggler, being that his personality fit the mold of that kind of life style.
Ramanda was the second oldest. She was as beautiful as one could possibly imagine. Jonathan and Mary had shielded her from the world, sometimes to a fault. At the age of nineteen she was content with being a school teacher at the local school. She specialized with helping children with problems. With no more than simple schooling her self, she was still able to make a name for her self helping the children.
The two youngest children were Ginny and Lawrence, twins. They were only fourteen years old and were as naïve as one could imagine. Mitch and Mary had always chosen to shield their kids from the universe around them. Jonathan remembered distant family members being lost in past wars. The Dominion War was only eighty years in the past. There was also the war with renegade Klingons, bound to create another empire along side the current one.
That was the past though. And in the hear and now, the Civil War was coming to Earth. The Traditionalist had over run Earth, and demanded all who did not share their views to leave Earth immediately. The arrival of Mathew, who had not been on Earth for nearly eleven years, worried his parents.
The Wanderer settled down near the landing pad that was built near the family home. The house was obviously built from another time. It was one of the last anchors to a simpler time in Earth’s past.
Most of the immediate family had gathered at the family home, upon being notified of Mathew’s arrival.
Gordon and Nancy were happy to see their youngest son again. A slight wisp of gray could be seen in his hair, but that only seemed to give Mathew a solemn grace. He stepped out of the ship’s landing bay and walked over to his aged parents. Mathew hugged his mom as he shook his father’s strong hand.
Jonathan, Mary and all four kids hugged him as well. Eleven years had been a long time for the kids. Some of the children only knew about their Uncle from all the great stories told to them by their grandparents and father.
“What brings you back this way?” Gordon finally asked.
Mathew smiled, “It’s time to go dad. Jonathan sent me a message about two months ago, about your not wanting to leave.”
The stoic Gordon and Mary held hands tightly as Mary spoke, “this has been our home for most our lives, since you were a child.” She said. “We can’t leave here, this place is our soul.”
“Besides,” Gordon added, “if we leave these Traditionalists alone they won’t do anything to us.”
Mathew shook his head. “Don’t be so certain dad.” He told them. “I have seen what they do to those who won’t convert to their ways. It isn’t pretty.”
Jonathan, Mathew's older son, cut in, “Where would we go Mathew? Mom and a dad are right. Most of us haven’t lived your life of travel. We’re just simple people, remember?” Jonathan asked.
Mitch took that moment to say, “Maybe I should just join Starfleet and help them against the traditionalists.”
Mary, his mother cut him off, “No! You most certainly will not join the fight. I’m not going to lose any of my children to this mindless war.”
Before Mitch could press the point, Mathew spoke to the young man, knowing his young nephew respected what he said. “Your mother is right Mitch. This war is mindless, and should not be paid for with the blood of the youth.”
Jonathan shook his head, making his point, “So again I ask; what do we do?”
Mathew knew his answer would cause a ruckus. “Come with me, into space.”
Mitch, Ramanda, and the twins, Ginny and Lawrence cheered in support.
“We’re not leaving this home,” the patriarch of the family, Gordon, stated flatly.
But his wife, Nancy, the Matriarch of the family, knew it was for the best. “You all go, and leave us here. I don’t think they are going to come around and bother two old timers like us.” She paused then continued, “please Mathew, don’t make us have to chose.”
“We can’t leave you grandma.” Young Ginny said, feeling sad.
The seed of thought that Nancy planted took hold. The rest of the family would indeed go. Mathew had apparently built up quite a small fortune in his travels. He had used that wealth to buy a large section of land on a world far from the Federation, but that had recently been colonized by about nearly three thousand Earth colonists. The life there would be simple, because these colonists were weary of outsiders, and of modern ways that had corrupted was it was to be human. There were no alien threats in the immediate area. Their believes may have seemed xenophobic, but that was their right.
The rest of the day was spent packing up the freighter that Jonathan had procured years ago. The ship could make warp four, but was built strong. It would make the travel into deep space a little slower, but it was large enough to hold most of the family possessions.
With goodbyes said to Gordon and Nancy, the rest of the Weer family struck out into space. With Mathew as their guide, they were all confident they could find a new life on the far away world that waited for them.
The trek into the stars would not be easy. Forces loyal to the traditionalist would dog them, and new alien threats awaited them. There were also renegade Klingon fleets to deal with.
The future, though it looked optimistic, also held many mysteries as well.
TO BE CONTINUED
Exodus
Every page must be turned. And it was time for the Federation to face that simple truth. And so it was in the mid 25th century that the page was turned; forever.
The civil war of the Federation had been brewing for nearly one hundred years. The Federation had become a very large entity. And as Rome, it became too big to maintain with out a price. One faction wanted to limit the influence of new member worlds. The new member worlds had a voting block that upset the balance. And with out warning, the civil war happened. The Traditionalists, backed by factions of Starfleet loyal to it, would make their first prize Earth.
In their first major act, the Traditionalist had activated a sub-space wave that had made warp speed travel unstable, though still usable, through-out most of the known galaxy. The devices, spread through out sub-space, generated waves that acted as barriers. Causing ships that used Faster-Than Light Travel to adjust by having to travel at sub-lights speeds until the waves passed. This could last as long as three weeks to a month.
The Weer family had long roots on Earth. Family records showed the Weer family had owned the land they called home for nearly 700 earth years. It was in an area called Montana. Even after the calamity of the 21st century, the land remained theirs.
The patriarch of the family was Gordon Weer. He and his wife Nancy were still very much alive at the young aged of eighty-seven. Their two sons had taken separate paths.
Mathew Weer was the youngest son. He served in Starfleet briefly, but quit the service in favor of exploration. One didn’t have to join Starfleet to be an explorer. Mathew made a living by exploring on his own, and scouting for Starfleet at times. Using his own ship, aptly named Wanderer, Mathew had scouted deeper and farther than any Star Fleet vessel ever had. The Wanderer’s engine was built for him by an old friend. It used a very experimental form of Transwarp technology that Starfleet had asked to study. Yet,he never let them, not trusting Starfleet’s reason for wanting such a vessel. The Civil War proved his worries correct. In his time of scouting he had become a legend. He had assisted Starfleet in it’s squrimishes with the Romulans the recently awaked species ; The Hurq.
Because he had made contact with alien species far off in the depths of space, Starfleet would routinely call on his services when venturing into areas of space Mathew had explored years earlier. Mathew was in his late fifties. No longer as young as he used to be, and definitely tattered and torn from his nomad like existence. Even still, he was a living legend. He was practically the last of his kind, a relic from a time where going as far as you could into space was an honor.
Jonathan Weer was the oldest son. He had a wife named Mary. They had raised four children. Where Mathew wandered the stars; Jonathan had lived a more normal life. He had been, for lack of better words, a paper pusher for the Federation. There was no glory in his profession, none of the accalaids that Mathew had garnered. Jonathan was content to have the small life he did. Mary had married him for that reason.
Mitch was their oldest son, and was head strong and wild. At the young age of twenty-one, Mitch showed no signs of deciding what he wanted to do in life. Most of the family thought he would end up as a smuggler, being that his personality fit the mold of that kind of life style.
Ramanda was the second oldest. She was as beautiful as one could possibly imagine. Jonathan and Mary had shielded her from the world, sometimes to a fault. At the age of nineteen she was content with being a school teacher at the local school. She specialized with helping children with problems. With no more than simple schooling her self, she was still able to make a name for her self helping the children.
The two youngest children were Ginny and Lawrence, twins. They were only fourteen years old and were as naïve as one could imagine. Mitch and Mary had always chosen to shield their kids from the universe around them. Jonathan remembered distant family members being lost in past wars. The Dominion War was only eighty years in the past. There was also the war with renegade Klingons, bound to create another empire along side the current one.
That was the past though. And in the hear and now, the Civil War was coming to Earth. The Traditionalist had over run Earth, and demanded all who did not share their views to leave Earth immediately. The arrival of Mathew, who had not been on Earth for nearly eleven years, worried his parents.
The Wanderer settled down near the landing pad that was built near the family home. The house was obviously built from another time. It was one of the last anchors to a simpler time in Earth’s past.
Most of the immediate family had gathered at the family home, upon being notified of Mathew’s arrival.
Gordon and Nancy were happy to see their youngest son again. A slight wisp of gray could be seen in his hair, but that only seemed to give Mathew a solemn grace. He stepped out of the ship’s landing bay and walked over to his aged parents. Mathew hugged his mom as he shook his father’s strong hand.
Jonathan, Mary and all four kids hugged him as well. Eleven years had been a long time for the kids. Some of the children only knew about their Uncle from all the great stories told to them by their grandparents and father.
“What brings you back this way?” Gordon finally asked.
Mathew smiled, “It’s time to go dad. Jonathan sent me a message about two months ago, about your not wanting to leave.”
The stoic Gordon and Mary held hands tightly as Mary spoke, “this has been our home for most our lives, since you were a child.” She said. “We can’t leave here, this place is our soul.”
“Besides,” Gordon added, “if we leave these Traditionalists alone they won’t do anything to us.”
Mathew shook his head. “Don’t be so certain dad.” He told them. “I have seen what they do to those who won’t convert to their ways. It isn’t pretty.”
Jonathan, Mathew's older son, cut in, “Where would we go Mathew? Mom and a dad are right. Most of us haven’t lived your life of travel. We’re just simple people, remember?” Jonathan asked.
Mitch took that moment to say, “Maybe I should just join Starfleet and help them against the traditionalists.”
Mary, his mother cut him off, “No! You most certainly will not join the fight. I’m not going to lose any of my children to this mindless war.”
Before Mitch could press the point, Mathew spoke to the young man, knowing his young nephew respected what he said. “Your mother is right Mitch. This war is mindless, and should not be paid for with the blood of the youth.”
Jonathan shook his head, making his point, “So again I ask; what do we do?”
Mathew knew his answer would cause a ruckus. “Come with me, into space.”
Mitch, Ramanda, and the twins, Ginny and Lawrence cheered in support.
“We’re not leaving this home,” the patriarch of the family, Gordon, stated flatly.
But his wife, Nancy, the Matriarch of the family, knew it was for the best. “You all go, and leave us here. I don’t think they are going to come around and bother two old timers like us.” She paused then continued, “please Mathew, don’t make us have to chose.”
“We can’t leave you grandma.” Young Ginny said, feeling sad.
The seed of thought that Nancy planted took hold. The rest of the family would indeed go. Mathew had apparently built up quite a small fortune in his travels. He had used that wealth to buy a large section of land on a world far from the Federation, but that had recently been colonized by about nearly three thousand Earth colonists. The life there would be simple, because these colonists were weary of outsiders, and of modern ways that had corrupted was it was to be human. There were no alien threats in the immediate area. Their believes may have seemed xenophobic, but that was their right.
The rest of the day was spent packing up the freighter that Jonathan had procured years ago. The ship could make warp four, but was built strong. It would make the travel into deep space a little slower, but it was large enough to hold most of the family possessions.
With goodbyes said to Gordon and Nancy, the rest of the Weer family struck out into space. With Mathew as their guide, they were all confident they could find a new life on the far away world that waited for them.
The trek into the stars would not be easy. Forces loyal to the traditionalist would dog them, and new alien threats awaited them. There were also renegade Klingon fleets to deal with.
The future, though it looked optimistic, also held many mysteries as well.
TO BE CONTINUED
