This takes place in roughly the same time period as the Chimera stories I write, but in the mirror universe. In this universe events during the Dominion War played out different. Mainly... there wasn't one. The Alliance continued to grow, but a loose group of Terrans formed a resistance and with information brought back from the main universe we all know and love (defiant plans, etc) began working on gaining their strength back. Also, it should be noted that Commander Adam McAndrew is the MU counterpart to Kaziarl.
Commander McAndrew paced his quarters on board the Chimera, plotting his next move. His last three attempts to take command of this ship had failed, and he barely got away without drawing suspicion to himself. A forth time might have ended up being too costly.
The cold grey metal seemed to be watching him, and with everything he knew about Captain Julia Hera it was entirely possible that they were. The paranoid old woman was dangerous; seeing potential assassins in the faces of every member of the crew. If she had any reason to suspect someone, they’d likely end up dead before given a chance.
What’s more; she even started believing that the Imperial Command had it out for her, and the entire Terran Empire was her enemy. That kind of thinking would get them all killed.
Like this mission, McAndrew mused. Flying through an unknown anomaly that may, or may not, throw us to the other side of the galaxy.
It was actually an important mission, and could mean the renewal or total destruction of humanity depending on how events played out. A new Terran Empire could be born on the other side of the Bajoran Anomaly, but first they had to get there.
It had been several years since the take over at Terok Nor, but even with that victory getting anything in or out of the Bajoran system was difficult at best. The Alliance bastards quickly set up a blockade, barring entry into the system in effort to choke off resources. However, with such a large area to cover, even the mighty alliance couldn’t be everywhere.
“Commander McAndrew to the bridge,” the intercom blurted. It was Ensign Kennings’ voice, the dark brooding security officer that would rather shoot someone then interrogate them. McAndrew had to admit she had style, and had proven very useful in the past.
“On my way,” he replied as he walked out the door.
The new Terran fleet comprised of Defiant, Attrition, and Chimera class ships. The first supposedly came from an alternate reality where things were… nice. Although McAndrew found that hard to believe, wherever it came from the Defiant was a valuable asset to the Empire.
The Chimera was the first attempt to make their own ship, although it was heavily based on the Defiant. It was smaller, and far more cramped. Although it didn’t seem possible, the most comfortable place on the ship was the agony booth.
And then, of course, they designed and built the Attrition class ship. This was the flagship of their fleet. 3 times the size of the Defiant, armed to the teeth, and all the best technology the Terrans could get their hands on.
This ship was of the second class. Small, agile, anyone taller than a ferangi had to slouch so they wouldn’t hit their head on the lighting. On one occasion McAndrew used his phaser to make the doorway to his quarters taller, although the maintenance teams didn’t appreciate it.
As he stepped onto the bridge he took a quick look around. Hera wasn’t here, which left him in charge. Fine by me, he thought as he approached the chair.
“Report”
Commander McAndrew paced his quarters on board the Chimera, plotting his next move. His last three attempts to take command of this ship had failed, and he barely got away without drawing suspicion to himself. A forth time might have ended up being too costly.
The cold grey metal seemed to be watching him, and with everything he knew about Captain Julia Hera it was entirely possible that they were. The paranoid old woman was dangerous; seeing potential assassins in the faces of every member of the crew. If she had any reason to suspect someone, they’d likely end up dead before given a chance.
What’s more; she even started believing that the Imperial Command had it out for her, and the entire Terran Empire was her enemy. That kind of thinking would get them all killed.
Like this mission, McAndrew mused. Flying through an unknown anomaly that may, or may not, throw us to the other side of the galaxy.
It was actually an important mission, and could mean the renewal or total destruction of humanity depending on how events played out. A new Terran Empire could be born on the other side of the Bajoran Anomaly, but first they had to get there.
It had been several years since the take over at Terok Nor, but even with that victory getting anything in or out of the Bajoran system was difficult at best. The Alliance bastards quickly set up a blockade, barring entry into the system in effort to choke off resources. However, with such a large area to cover, even the mighty alliance couldn’t be everywhere.
“Commander McAndrew to the bridge,” the intercom blurted. It was Ensign Kennings’ voice, the dark brooding security officer that would rather shoot someone then interrogate them. McAndrew had to admit she had style, and had proven very useful in the past.
“On my way,” he replied as he walked out the door.
The new Terran fleet comprised of Defiant, Attrition, and Chimera class ships. The first supposedly came from an alternate reality where things were… nice. Although McAndrew found that hard to believe, wherever it came from the Defiant was a valuable asset to the Empire.
The Chimera was the first attempt to make their own ship, although it was heavily based on the Defiant. It was smaller, and far more cramped. Although it didn’t seem possible, the most comfortable place on the ship was the agony booth.
And then, of course, they designed and built the Attrition class ship. This was the flagship of their fleet. 3 times the size of the Defiant, armed to the teeth, and all the best technology the Terrans could get their hands on.
This ship was of the second class. Small, agile, anyone taller than a ferangi had to slouch so they wouldn’t hit their head on the lighting. On one occasion McAndrew used his phaser to make the doorway to his quarters taller, although the maintenance teams didn’t appreciate it.
As he stepped onto the bridge he took a quick look around. Hera wasn’t here, which left him in charge. Fine by me, he thought as he approached the chair.
“Report”
