Discontinuing my unintended leave from here to share the first chapter of my first fan fiction. Chapter One: A New Threat? <Background Soundtrack: [link]> The idea of listing background music comes from a Star Wars Yuuzhan Vong era and Star Trek crossover (which I think is still on here, in it's incomplete state), an idea that I very much liked, because in my head, this is sort of an unrefined script for a fan series like The Hidden Frontier anyways. One which I just don't have the resources or knowledge to carry out.One of my favorite parts about a movie or TV series is a good soundtrack. Prologue There are certain areas of space where the boundaries between different areas between time, space, and dimensions are far thinner than normal. There are many areas like this in every Galaxy. Ascended races such as the Q knew about these rifts for at least tens of thousands of years, and some of them have even used them to travel between different times and places. The current younger races however have only now began learning about them, and what they can do. Safely traveling between them is another story. During cases where unscented races find and use these rifts, it sometimes results in friendship and mutual benefits for different parties. In other cases, it leads two races with two different ideologies into conflict. In this case, it was the later. One was a democratic faction that had just come out of one devastating war after another, and was now dealing with the aftermath of a devastating interstellar event. As a faction known for keeping the peace, they have been expending time and resources to keep their part of the galaxy from turning into turmoil. But they have also begun rebuilding their fleet with the technologies brought back from the Delta Quadrant, which was devastated during the final invasion attempt from the cybernetic plague known to the galaxy as the Borg, as well as the Dominion Wars from over a decade ago. Another was a former democratic interstellar state, now turned a totalitarian dictatorship ruled by an iron fist, and at war with those who refused to accept the death of liberty. Things have also gotten worse in their galaxy as the ruthless Empire has stepped up their campaign to rid the Galaxy of any of this stupid, inconvenient notion of "democracy" or "governmental accountability". These two power's ideologies couldn't be any more different, and the first of events is about to be put in motion. <For appropriate background music[link], but stop at 5:16> A long time ago, in a Galaxy Far, Far Away It has been several months since the devastating Battle of Hoth, and the Rebellion has split up and gone into hiding, but has continued their almost trademark -at-this-point hit and run attacks. While searching for a missing Star Destroyer, Imperial scouts happened upon a spacial anomaly, research into which suggested, that under the right circumstances, could be safely used to cross into another area of space. It is a time of great upheaval as the evil Empire's quest to crush the rebellion turns into a full blown Galactic Civil War, and the Empire uses an ever increasing amount of resources. Hungry for more resources to use against the Rebellion, the Empire has built a station specifically designed by Imperial science to cross this special area of space into another, what and where of which is unknown. Due to not knowing where it will lead, and what or who is on the other side, this station has been built with the purpose of fending off any hostile factions they might encounter, as well as in case the Rebellion learns of the existence of this top secret space station, and some of the best capitol ships have been called to form an initial scouting party, with more ships on alert if needed. In a rare public appearance, the Emperor is on route to give a grand send off of his ships to conquer new territory. The schedule for the first launch has been sped up, due to the significant amount of resources that have been expended, including on stations such as Gateway. For those in the know, there is a significant amount of anticipation. Nearby a nebula floated a gigantic structure, surrounded by gathered vessels and under-construction Golan defense platforms. But what really caught one's eye was the dark grey long dagger-shaped triangular vessel near the newly completed space station: a Executor-class Star Dreadnaught. She was guarded by several smaller Imperial-I, Imperial-II, and Victory I and II-class Star Destroyers, starwars.wikia.com/Vindicator-class Heavy Cruisers, and even a few Nebulon-class and Lancer-class Frigates, plus various smaller craft on patrol. There was even an Immobilizer-class Interdictor. Something important was happening here, especially today. The station itself consisted of a stretched hexagonal section, where most of the crew's quarters, Hypermatter power source, shuttle bays, and control bridge were located, not to mention the shield generators, and underneath that, attached by a long rectangular section, was a series of 6 hexagonal rings. The parts of the rings facing inwards glowed a dull blue. The station itself was defended by strategically placed turbo-lasers, laser cannons, and missile batteries, as well as 8 squadrons of TIE Fighters and Interceptors, with more being transferred. On the side opposite of the rings was another long rectangular section with shuttle bays dedicated for these fighters, and docking ports for capital ships. The other 4 sides of the main hexagonal section had additional rectangular sections under construction, where docking trenches on the dorsal side and shuttle bays on both the dorsal and side of the sections were to house and support additional units. One was complete, and was awaiting fighter squadrons to be assigned to them. Another was very close, and only needed the finishing touches, such as completing lighting, life support, and having the defensive weaponry installed. This is my first fan fiction, and heavily under progress. No mature content. Yet. If you have any ideas for my Star Wars vs. Star Trek story, feel free to share! In this story, expect to see (or read of) epic battles, good vs. evil, and even some politics. Also expect to see many original and fanon designs, including some I haven't given form or posted yet in my gallery! A Lambda-class shuttle launched from the Executor class. Escorting her was a quad of blood red colored TIE Interceptors. The station, while not as big as the next under-construction Death Star, was still impressive. Hundreds of levels high, it rivaled the size of the Negotiator that the Lambda departed from, and made the shuttle herself look like an ant compared to a giant. When she came to a rest in one of the stations main shuttle bays, large enough to house a small capital ship such as a CR-90 Corvette, there was entire station's non-essential personal, such as Storm-Troopers and off-duty TIE polite and command staff waiting in well organized lines at attention. Also at attention were mouse droids, astromech droids, and probe droids. The Lambda T4a and the escort Interceptors landers, and the shuttle's ramp dropped down, and out came 8 figures: 6 were guards dressed in red: the Emperor's Royal Guard, and 2 were dressed in black. Darth Vader, and his Master, Darth Sidious, Dark Lord of the Sith and Emperor of the Galactic Empire departed and walked onto the hanger deck. <for background music flavor, listen to this track [link]> For the crew, and hopefully the readers of this historical log, there was no need for an introduction here. Everyone knew of their reputations. Except for the station's commander apparently. "Ah, welcome to Gateway Space Station, you must be Darth Vader", which he said as he reached out a hand to Vader, which he reluctantly took, and gave a cyber-enhanced squeeze. "Wow, you have quite a grip there, sir...okay, you can let go now. No seriously, your starting to hurt my hand, which I need to..." "The Emperor is somewhat displeased with you. First you fail to meet your schedule, and then you approach the Emperor an in inappropriate manner?!" "I was merely treating his Excellency no different from how I would want to be regarded", the commander replied in pain. "Besides, how could he be displeased with the work we have done? The heavy turbo lasers and quad heavy laser cannons ordered from Tiam & Bak have begun installation. Which I might add were not a part of the original station's specs, but added at the request of the Emperor. Heck, I've even ordered a few dozen ion cannons, because I'm guessing you'd want to give those Rebel terrorists a nasty little surprise, assuming they decided to come around. And the station's heart is completely operational!" "But you are behind schedule!" "The new schedule! I replied to the Emperor's office, and said that it would be difficult to speed up construction unless I had a proportional increase in men and equipment! You can't rush these things, it's just not possible! I've already lost a few good men in an accident when we did try to pick up the kriffing pace! I won't put those under my order in unnecessary risARRGGGHH!!!" "Watch your language, or you might utter you last word, Colonel!" "Maybe if my hand wasn't in pain, I would measure my words better!" Usually, the station's commander was mild-mannered and friendly. Most of the station's complement had never seen him curse, and if he raised his voice, it was only out of friendliness or importance. "That will be enough, Lord Vader", said Palpatine as he smiled that nasty smile of his. "The Colonel can have his men and equipment." "Yes, my master", and Vader promptly released the hand of the station's commander. "However, this is the term of receiving these men and equipment: if you fail to complete this station on schedule by even a second, I will execute you myself" Was he kidding? He had this retort in his head, but he thought it best to keep it to himself. "Me and my men have already created a list of transfer requests. We believe that everyone on this list are among the best construction crew in the Empire. They are apparently have fantastic work ethic and are among the best in their field, not including those already working here, and at least one person among my staff knows one of the people on this list, and have vouched for them personally by showing me their resumés. I'm quite confident that if you send me each of these ladies and gentlemen, you'll have the best station in the quadrant!" He then reached his hand towards the Emperor, apparently not learning his lesson, but merely wanting to just seal the deal. The Emperor's guards pointed their Force Pikes at the Colonel. Nobody was supposed approach the Emperor like that, not with the increased security measures from over the years since the installation of the New Order. "You guys can take my blaster if it makes you feel any better, but the charge is not in it. I wouldn't bring a charged blaster while meeting the Emperor!" The Emperor walked past the Colonel as the Royal Guards first looked at each other, and then dog-piled him, and confiscated his Blastech personal pistol. However, they didn't kill him, as they would do with most people. Probably a good thing he told them the charge wasn't in the blaster. It was in a back pocket instead. Probably a hold-over from being a Trooper. "You will have your men and equipment, then." Palpatine actually kind of admired the Colonel's work ethic, if not his temerity. The station did indeed look impressive, and he liked the initiative of installing the ion cannons. A smile grew on his face. Oh, if he could only get those accursed Rebels to make a visit here. Then they would see the power of the Empire was no longer limited to this Galaxy. Shortly before he made them go the way of the Jedi. The Colonel was a holdover from the days Galactic Republic, his family lineage's service tracing back millennia. Unfortunately, his sort of temperament was unacceptable for the rule of the Sith, and the Colonel would either have to change with the times, or meet an untimely "retirement". He might meet with the latter anyways. The Emperor, former Grand Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, now esteemed leader of the Galactic Empire until he croaks, walked up to a promptly built podium to address all of the personal that were now his captive audience. A view screen dropped down behind him, while the stations's comm system transmitted his voice, so that even those on the other side of the hanger bay, or those who couldn't be there due to their duties, could at least hear him, if not see him. His voice and image were transmitted to the nearby voice throughout the nearby fleet. "To all of the esteemed crew and pilots of this station, and the nearby fleet, I thank you for your attention. It is with great pleasure that I officially decree this station operational." The crew in the command station took this as their cue to activate the station's rift generator. The octagonal rings began to grow pulse in a brighter blue in a sequence, where the the rings closest away from the main section lit up sequentially, and then the furthest. Once the furthest ring lit up, the sequence repeated, but this time, the ring closest from the station's main body stayed lit. And then the sequence started again, but the second most ring stayed lit up, and so on. A violet colored spiraling "whirlpool" began to form. By the time the sequence had reached it's last sixth cycle, the rift was complete. The Negotiator and four Imperial II-class Star Destroyers began to move towards the rift: the Durasteelclad, Regretless, Righteous, and the Pride of Coruscant. Also moving towards the rift acting as escorts was the Victory-class Frontier, the Vindicator class Virtuous, and the Nebulon-B2 Ardent. "In two other parts of Imperial space, in classified locations of course, similar military expeditions similar to this one are being launched at this very time", the Emperor began to explain. It came as a surprise to everyone on the station, other than the Emperor's personal guards and Vader that there were two other Gateway stations. Everyone had assumed that a project this resource intensive and expensive was a one-off example, at least until it was proven to work as advertised. Waiting until everyone present had enough time to address what he just informed them of, he continued: "this will be the first time in history since Outbound Flight that we will commit an expedition into unknown space, possibly outside The Galaxy. It is my hope that we will obtain the resources needed to rebuild after the war with the Rebellion is over, and that we might find much needed allies to possibly bring into the fold". And with that, the Negotiator and her escorting fleet flew into the rift. I'll be coming back and editing this on a very regular basis, because I've only just gotten started! I'd like to thank Sean Tourangeau, Gustavo Callisto, Bernd Schneider, Dave Metlesits for giving me their blessing to use their starship designs throughout this fan fiction. If you don't see them yet, rest assured I will mention them during at least one of the battles. Edit: I'll have to stop here. TrekBBS is being funny and won't let me copy and paste the whole thing, and I GTG. I'll have to add the whole thing in parts when I get off of work tonight. I'd also like to think Dave for allowing me to use one of his original characters. Finally, if you want to see what to see more of what the Avenger-class Escort Cruiser looks like, I suggest you go here: web.archive.org/web/2008031419…. I will likely be using this advanced supplement to the Defiant class throughout my story Sadly, Sci-fi Art is no longer actively up and running, but was one of the pioneers of 3D Star Trek and other sci-fi art, and perhaps even a forerunner of sites like DeviantArt and the fantastic artwork we see here, and it is fortunate that it has been preserved on the Wayback Machine. I am blown away every time that I look at the fantastic artwork I see here, and that much of it is over a decade old. I'd totally recommend a visit if you love science fiction 3D artwork.