Remnants by Mistral
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OK, I gather that the hypospray is the one that McCoy injected himself in TOS "The City on the Edge of Forever", and the bird of prey, from which the armor came was the "HMS Bounty", on ST IV. The disc and the wallet? No idea (although I suspect that the wallet is from the ENT episode "Carpenter Street")
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2 right-wallet not from "Carpenter Street"-21st century. Which episodes from what shows took place or were involved in that time period?
As for disk-think chronological.
Good job, thus far.
I've always liked "The Doctor," one of the few characters on Voyager that I actually cared for. I'm enjoying how you're using him in this story - you're doing a great job of capturing him, he sounds spot-on! Oh, and the story line is excellent, too!
I've just started reading this - I've read chapter 2. I'm loving it! 
I love stories where there are so many different strands and you just know at some point they are all going to affect each other, but you've no idea how.
The statue of Kirk - so cool!
I love stories where there are so many different strands and you just know at some point they are all going to affect each other, but you've no idea how.
The statue of Kirk - so cool!
Neat little trick to have the doctor go back in time. So now there is a chance of avoiding the catastrophe after all.
I'm curious to see how exactly they're going to pull this off. Surely Picard and Vash will be involved somehow.
As for the items on display, my knowledge of Trek lore is sadly entirely insufficient.
I'm curious to see how exactly they're going to pull this off. Surely Picard and Vash will be involved somehow.
As for the items on display, my knowledge of Trek lore is sadly entirely insufficient.
Ok... The wallet, could be Gabriel Bell's wallet? I forgot the name of the episode. And for the disk, the Atavacron (thanks for the clue) from the TOS episode where they go to the past of a world which sun is about to going nova? Again, I don't remember the name of the episode.
Well, I'm really liking the story. Although to the commentaries of people believing that the Doctor will "fix" the timeline... how can we know that it wasn't some that the Doctor will do what caused the attack of the Iconians?
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ACC-you got the right episode for the wallet-but wrong wallet. As for the disc-thing, sorry, wrong series. Good try, though and I'm glad you like the story. Next chapter is longer and will be coming towards the end of the week. I am still 3 chapters ahead of my posting and trying to keep it that way so that the comments posted don't influence the part I'm currently working on. Thanks for reading!
RobertScorpio
Pariah
The end of the week..come on!! I really like the charactization..you have them all in tune..keep it up!
Rob
Okay I'm up to date - where's the next chapter?
I am loving this story!
No idea on the items in the display cases though, but do I get points for knowing what a No-prize is? I can invoke the name of the great Stan The Man Lee if that helps
Did I mention, loving the story!
I am loving this story!
No idea on the items in the display cases though, but do I get points for knowing what a No-prize is? I can invoke the name of the great Stan The Man Lee if that helps
Did I mention, loving the story!
RobertScorpio
Pariah
I agree...but we have to wait until Mistral watched heros and all that other DVR stuff...get with it mistral!!!
Rob
Rob
CHAPTER EIGHT
The corridor was white, a pure white plastic on the floor, walls and ceilings. Unlike just about everything Joe had seen up to this time, there were standard lights still working here. As Joe walked his footsteps echoed in a muffled fashion. There was no apparent end to the corridor. Instead, a vague haze off in the distance about sixty meters away seemed to remain ahead of him as he continued on down the pristine corridor. He traveled for over ten minutes before the haze effect gave way to a door. This door had a knob and was obviously meant to be opened manually. Joe hesitated before turning the knob. “This is it,” he said aloud. Shrugging, he twisted the knob and stepped through.
Beyond lay a standard-looking Federation laboratory with adjacent offices. Testing stations were scattered about the lab with various complicated, mysterious devices on them. The lights were out in all of the offices but one. Joe looked at the frosted glass windows and walked up to the door. He could make out a legend on the glass in the upper half of the door. It was a “D”. As he stepped up to it, it slid open with a “whoosh”. Not sure of exactly what he would find but curious nevertheless, he entered. The view was, for the most part, somewhat anti-climactic.
It looked like any bureaucrat’s office from the 19th to the 24th century. There was a small set of shelves on the opposite wall containing various trinkets and statuettes. To the right was a “French press”-style, single cup coffee pot with desiccated sediment still in it, resting on a small file cabinet. There were two chairs carefully aligned to face the desk on the left with a small end table between them. Two coasters sat on the table, one by each chair. The desk itself was somewhat noteworthy. It was oak, and of a design that harkened back to the late 19th or early 20th centuries. On it sat a typical Everlite lamp, the style of which hadn’t changed much since its invention in the late 21st century. The green lampshade echoed an even earlier era. Rotting papers rested in the center of the desk. “How fitting,” Joe said aloud, “They match the owner.” In the chair behind the desk was a skeleton dressed in a charcoal-grey jumpsuit. The insignia on his wrist indicated that he had once been a commander and the tarnished gold triangle on his left breast was very similar to the com badges that Joe remembered from his days on Voyager, although not quite the same. Wisps of dark hair still clung to the skull, and the leathery remains of what might once have been skin coated the face. The eyes had long since collapsed into themselves due to evaporation. The arms hung down past the cracked leather armature of the chair the remains were seated in. The mouth was open in what looked like a perpetual laugh-or scream.
“Well, I guess you won’t be telling me anything I don’t already know,” Joe said dryly. He stepped around the desk and opened the top drawer. There was a padd inside. Joe took it out and pressed his thumb into the right corner to call up the power reading on it. It was fully charged. “I wonder how he knew?” Joe mused. Tapping the opening code that Suvon had included in his message, Joe began to read.
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Vash shook her head. “Jean-Luc, what is that thing?” Jean-Luc was poring over the Iconian machine.
“I think it might re-open the Iconian gates. If I’m right, it will allow Starfleet access to their means of transportation. We could go to planets in an instance!” Picard seemed almost feverish with exicitement.
“Maybe you should let some Starfleet experts take a look at that before you do anything? I mean, I would hate like hell if you blew up the planet or something.” Vash stood with her hands on her hips.
Picard paused in what he was doing for a moment and looked up. “Starfleet has no experts on the Iconians and their machines.” He peered at her as she stood in the doorway. “I have had a tiny bit of experience with the Iconians. I quite probably am their number one expert.”
“That doesn’t mean you should be playing around with that thing. You don’t know what it will do.” Vash crossed her arms over her breasts.
Jean-Luc smiled at her. “I know enough to realize that the Preservers have placed a master archive of the Iconian gate system here. One would assume they did so that the technology would not be lost.” He paused for a second. “And have I mentioned how wonderful you look like that?”
Vash blushed. “Jean-Luc, you have a singular way of making a woman feel good. Usually at unexpected times.”
He smiled back at her and then focused again on the Iconian console. “I am nothing if not unpredictable,” he said. Manipulating a couple of the press tabs on the device, he said, “There, I think I have the directory open.”
Vash smiled and shook her head, turning away. “Ok, Jean-Luc, if you think you know what you are doing…” She began to walk towards the Vulcan chamber. “Just don’t destroy the universe or anything like that!” she called out behind her.
As she stepped into the main chamber a man stepped in front of her. “He may be doing exactly that.” Vash almost peed her pants.
“Who the hell are you?” Vash asked. Her left hand slowly groped for the bush knife at her hip.
The balding, middle-aged man in front of her looked uncomfortable. “That’s a funny story,” Taking her right elbow, he guided her away from the chamber that Picard was in. He said, “Do you have a moment?” Vash looked at him in surprise, her knife embedded in his kidney up to the hilt. She looked down at the knife. Glancing down himself, he said,
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He blinked, and the knife fell to the ground, seemingly passing through his body on the way to the floor. In a cheerful voice he added, “There you go. Now, can we talk? I think you are going to have to stop him or things could get quite...depressing.” Vash picked up her knife and walked with him deeper into the main chamber.
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As Joe materialized on the transporter pad Will Riker looked at Deanna. “He claims he’s seen what’s coming. He says he’s from 900 years in the future. He says the Captain made a big mistake.”
Deanna looked back at him. “Maybe he’s right. Let’s hear his story first before we judge what he has to say.” The earnestness in her voice made Riker frown briefly. Then a figure materialized on the pad. He was dressed in the blue medical uniform that had been retired during the run-up to the hostilities with the Dominion. He looked around the transporter room a moment before focusing on Riker.
“Commander Riker, I presume?” The arrogance in his voice was unmistakable and Riker immediately began to bristle. Deanna, sensing his mood, lay a calming hand on his arm. Riker glanced at her a moment and then nodded at Joe. “We need to find Captain Picard. He’s about to do something very stupid and he doesn’t even know it.”
“That’s an …interesting statement. Do you have any proof?” Riker sounded completely disbelieving. Joe remained on the transporter pad for a moment longer, a thoughtful look on his face. Then he fished into his sample bag and pulled out a small disk of metal as he stepped down. Faint lights shown from it. Seven, who had remained in the room after her return, raised an eyebrow.
“That is the Doctor’s portable emitter,” she stated.
Joe smiled. “Yes, it is. And you are just the person to help me give Commander Riker the proof he requires. I tried to fix it but my technical skills are more oriented towards flesh and blood.” He held it out to Seven and turned his smile towards Riker. “You should have the proof you require soon enough.” Riker looked at Deanna and shrugged.
“Ok, Mr. Smith. I’ll hold off judgment until Seven gets back to me.”
“Thank you, Commander.”
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Joe set the padd on the desk and the fragile documents underneath erupted in a cloud of dust. “Mr. Daniels, I can’t believe what you must have gone through in the end but I’ll do everything I can to make sure it never happens.” The corpse remained silent. Joe grimaced at him. “I just hope we can stop him in time.” He walked over to the wall behind the desk and removed a small painting of the singer Caruso, dressed as a sad clown. The touchpad behind it received the code Joe punched in. The safe door swung open and Joe reached inside and took out a small plastic case. Opening it, he removed a computer chip. “I hope this works,” he said. He popped open the IHP access port and began comparing connections between the unit and the chip. “This might take a little work,” he said into the silent office. Daniels just smiled at him-or grimaced. Joe couldn’t tell which.
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The corridor was white, a pure white plastic on the floor, walls and ceilings. Unlike just about everything Joe had seen up to this time, there were standard lights still working here. As Joe walked his footsteps echoed in a muffled fashion. There was no apparent end to the corridor. Instead, a vague haze off in the distance about sixty meters away seemed to remain ahead of him as he continued on down the pristine corridor. He traveled for over ten minutes before the haze effect gave way to a door. This door had a knob and was obviously meant to be opened manually. Joe hesitated before turning the knob. “This is it,” he said aloud. Shrugging, he twisted the knob and stepped through.
Beyond lay a standard-looking Federation laboratory with adjacent offices. Testing stations were scattered about the lab with various complicated, mysterious devices on them. The lights were out in all of the offices but one. Joe looked at the frosted glass windows and walked up to the door. He could make out a legend on the glass in the upper half of the door. It was a “D”. As he stepped up to it, it slid open with a “whoosh”. Not sure of exactly what he would find but curious nevertheless, he entered. The view was, for the most part, somewhat anti-climactic.
It looked like any bureaucrat’s office from the 19th to the 24th century. There was a small set of shelves on the opposite wall containing various trinkets and statuettes. To the right was a “French press”-style, single cup coffee pot with desiccated sediment still in it, resting on a small file cabinet. There were two chairs carefully aligned to face the desk on the left with a small end table between them. Two coasters sat on the table, one by each chair. The desk itself was somewhat noteworthy. It was oak, and of a design that harkened back to the late 19th or early 20th centuries. On it sat a typical Everlite lamp, the style of which hadn’t changed much since its invention in the late 21st century. The green lampshade echoed an even earlier era. Rotting papers rested in the center of the desk. “How fitting,” Joe said aloud, “They match the owner.” In the chair behind the desk was a skeleton dressed in a charcoal-grey jumpsuit. The insignia on his wrist indicated that he had once been a commander and the tarnished gold triangle on his left breast was very similar to the com badges that Joe remembered from his days on Voyager, although not quite the same. Wisps of dark hair still clung to the skull, and the leathery remains of what might once have been skin coated the face. The eyes had long since collapsed into themselves due to evaporation. The arms hung down past the cracked leather armature of the chair the remains were seated in. The mouth was open in what looked like a perpetual laugh-or scream.
“Well, I guess you won’t be telling me anything I don’t already know,” Joe said dryly. He stepped around the desk and opened the top drawer. There was a padd inside. Joe took it out and pressed his thumb into the right corner to call up the power reading on it. It was fully charged. “I wonder how he knew?” Joe mused. Tapping the opening code that Suvon had included in his message, Joe began to read.
******************************************
Vash shook her head. “Jean-Luc, what is that thing?” Jean-Luc was poring over the Iconian machine.
“I think it might re-open the Iconian gates. If I’m right, it will allow Starfleet access to their means of transportation. We could go to planets in an instance!” Picard seemed almost feverish with exicitement.
“Maybe you should let some Starfleet experts take a look at that before you do anything? I mean, I would hate like hell if you blew up the planet or something.” Vash stood with her hands on her hips.
Picard paused in what he was doing for a moment and looked up. “Starfleet has no experts on the Iconians and their machines.” He peered at her as she stood in the doorway. “I have had a tiny bit of experience with the Iconians. I quite probably am their number one expert.”
“That doesn’t mean you should be playing around with that thing. You don’t know what it will do.” Vash crossed her arms over her breasts.
Jean-Luc smiled at her. “I know enough to realize that the Preservers have placed a master archive of the Iconian gate system here. One would assume they did so that the technology would not be lost.” He paused for a second. “And have I mentioned how wonderful you look like that?”
Vash blushed. “Jean-Luc, you have a singular way of making a woman feel good. Usually at unexpected times.”
He smiled back at her and then focused again on the Iconian console. “I am nothing if not unpredictable,” he said. Manipulating a couple of the press tabs on the device, he said, “There, I think I have the directory open.”
Vash smiled and shook her head, turning away. “Ok, Jean-Luc, if you think you know what you are doing…” She began to walk towards the Vulcan chamber. “Just don’t destroy the universe or anything like that!” she called out behind her.
As she stepped into the main chamber a man stepped in front of her. “He may be doing exactly that.” Vash almost peed her pants.
“Who the hell are you?” Vash asked. Her left hand slowly groped for the bush knife at her hip.
The balding, middle-aged man in front of her looked uncomfortable. “That’s a funny story,” Taking her right elbow, he guided her away from the chamber that Picard was in. He said, “Do you have a moment?” Vash looked at him in surprise, her knife embedded in his kidney up to the hilt. She looked down at the knife. Glancing down himself, he said,
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He blinked, and the knife fell to the ground, seemingly passing through his body on the way to the floor. In a cheerful voice he added, “There you go. Now, can we talk? I think you are going to have to stop him or things could get quite...depressing.” Vash picked up her knife and walked with him deeper into the main chamber.
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As Joe materialized on the transporter pad Will Riker looked at Deanna. “He claims he’s seen what’s coming. He says he’s from 900 years in the future. He says the Captain made a big mistake.”
Deanna looked back at him. “Maybe he’s right. Let’s hear his story first before we judge what he has to say.” The earnestness in her voice made Riker frown briefly. Then a figure materialized on the pad. He was dressed in the blue medical uniform that had been retired during the run-up to the hostilities with the Dominion. He looked around the transporter room a moment before focusing on Riker.
“Commander Riker, I presume?” The arrogance in his voice was unmistakable and Riker immediately began to bristle. Deanna, sensing his mood, lay a calming hand on his arm. Riker glanced at her a moment and then nodded at Joe. “We need to find Captain Picard. He’s about to do something very stupid and he doesn’t even know it.”
“That’s an …interesting statement. Do you have any proof?” Riker sounded completely disbelieving. Joe remained on the transporter pad for a moment longer, a thoughtful look on his face. Then he fished into his sample bag and pulled out a small disk of metal as he stepped down. Faint lights shown from it. Seven, who had remained in the room after her return, raised an eyebrow.
“That is the Doctor’s portable emitter,” she stated.
Joe smiled. “Yes, it is. And you are just the person to help me give Commander Riker the proof he requires. I tried to fix it but my technical skills are more oriented towards flesh and blood.” He held it out to Seven and turned his smile towards Riker. “You should have the proof you require soon enough.” Riker looked at Deanna and shrugged.
“Ok, Mr. Smith. I’ll hold off judgment until Seven gets back to me.”
“Thank you, Commander.”
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Joe set the padd on the desk and the fragile documents underneath erupted in a cloud of dust. “Mr. Daniels, I can’t believe what you must have gone through in the end but I’ll do everything I can to make sure it never happens.” The corpse remained silent. Joe grimaced at him. “I just hope we can stop him in time.” He walked over to the wall behind the desk and removed a small painting of the singer Caruso, dressed as a sad clown. The touchpad behind it received the code Joe punched in. The safe door swung open and Joe reached inside and took out a small plastic case. Opening it, he removed a computer chip. “I hope this works,” he said. He popped open the IHP access port and began comparing connections between the unit and the chip. “This might take a little work,” he said into the silent office. Daniels just smiled at him-or grimaced. Joe couldn’t tell which.
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Aaaaargh! STILL no hints on what happened to the Federation!
That's the response I was hoping for! Seriously, I think you'll like Chapter nine-next week.
Vash--the voice of reason?! A very well done installment and yes, you have weaved a most intricate tapestry. I'm looking forwards to seeing how this will all play out.
This is why I don't write time-travel stories - it makes my head hurt. Nicely, done, though - it is kind of fun seeing the Doctor popping up all over the place.
Thankfully, the Doctor hasn't encountered Picard yet. I fear if the two of them get in a conversation, my head will explode. >*<
Looking forward to your next chapter!
Thankfully, the Doctor hasn't encountered Picard yet. I fear if the two of them get in a conversation, my head will explode. >*<
Looking forward to your next chapter!
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