This is my version of what Nemesis should have been.
I do not own the rights to any of the characters depicted in this story, save for those of my own creation.
What follows is a teaser of sorts.
Transporting between parallel universes was not at all similar to beaming from one ship to another, but, of course, Sela hadn’t expected it to be. However, it was completely unlike anything she could have anticipated. Instead of the familiar soft fade of static and the cool, numb feeling of a standard Romulan transporter, she experienced a most unpleasant grinding and scraping sensation, like being pushed between colliding tectonic plates. But in a few seconds it was gone and she stood in a dank hallway, flanked by her two trans-universal partners in crime.
Security on the outlying planets in the region of space formerly known as the Cardassian Union had become quite lax during the postwar Reconstruction, and Sela and her companions had been able to slip onto a small M-class undetected. Intelligence they had gathered on the mirror universe had indicated that this planet’s counterpart was a penal colony run by the Cardassian-KIingon Alliance, and was rumored to house a certain prisoner who would be Sela’s ticket back onto Romulus, and, perhaps, into the senate itself.
Sela nodded to her comrades, one a Klingon, named Duroq; the other a Cardassian who called himself Raalick. They were both dressed in some approximation of Alliance uniforms, while Sela wore not but a large, uncomfortable bag, with holes for her arms and head and legs, so as to look a prisoner. She had completed the disguise moments before transport by punching herself repeatedly in the nose, much to Raalick’s surprise and Duroq’s amusement, until her face was sufficiently moist with green blood. At her command, the two hulking aliens each grabbed on of her arms forcefully.
“Let’s go,” she said, with what she would later admit to herself was a slight hint of apprehension. The three of them walked down the hall and turned left, and came upon a guard shack that looked as if it had been shoved into the hallway as an afterthought. The frustrated looking Cardassian guard peered up from his station behind a force field and regarded them blankly.
“We’ve just caught this Romulan,” blurted thick Duroq. The guard looked around at the walls and ceiling, and then back at Duroq quizzically.
“Did you capture her inside the prison?” the guard said sarcastically. Duroq was clearly confused. “Are you new here, or just stupid? The prisoners are captured long before they find their way he--” He was cut off by Duroq’s disruptor beam through his chest, but he only half dissolved, as the disruptor was old and in need of repair. Sela ripped herself free of their giant hands and sighed in annoyance.
“So much for plan A,” she said to Duroq, gesturing to her bloodied face, as if to say “I did all this for nothing”.
The bear-like Klingon squirmed, then finally spat, “Cardassians have no honor.”
“Hmm, indeed,” said Sela. “Kill him, Raalick.” She turned away from Duroq.
“With pleasure,” Raalick beamed as he shot poor, dumb Duroq into oblivion.
The Romulan and the Cardassian had shot many more guards when they came at last to cell #1187Q. Sela gestured, and Raalick deactivated the force field with a pilfered keycard. The gaunt, spidery figure huddled in the corner of the dark, closet-like cell quivered as he lifted his bald, pink head to see the two of them. He looked at Raalick first and, not realizing he was an impostor, shouted defiantly, “There are FOUR lights!!”
“Jean-Luc Picard,” Sela smiled and stepped forward, catching the impossibly skinny, naked man’s attention, “We’re here to rescue you.”
I do not own the rights to any of the characters depicted in this story, save for those of my own creation.
What follows is a teaser of sorts.
Transporting between parallel universes was not at all similar to beaming from one ship to another, but, of course, Sela hadn’t expected it to be. However, it was completely unlike anything she could have anticipated. Instead of the familiar soft fade of static and the cool, numb feeling of a standard Romulan transporter, she experienced a most unpleasant grinding and scraping sensation, like being pushed between colliding tectonic plates. But in a few seconds it was gone and she stood in a dank hallway, flanked by her two trans-universal partners in crime.
Security on the outlying planets in the region of space formerly known as the Cardassian Union had become quite lax during the postwar Reconstruction, and Sela and her companions had been able to slip onto a small M-class undetected. Intelligence they had gathered on the mirror universe had indicated that this planet’s counterpart was a penal colony run by the Cardassian-KIingon Alliance, and was rumored to house a certain prisoner who would be Sela’s ticket back onto Romulus, and, perhaps, into the senate itself.
Sela nodded to her comrades, one a Klingon, named Duroq; the other a Cardassian who called himself Raalick. They were both dressed in some approximation of Alliance uniforms, while Sela wore not but a large, uncomfortable bag, with holes for her arms and head and legs, so as to look a prisoner. She had completed the disguise moments before transport by punching herself repeatedly in the nose, much to Raalick’s surprise and Duroq’s amusement, until her face was sufficiently moist with green blood. At her command, the two hulking aliens each grabbed on of her arms forcefully.
“Let’s go,” she said, with what she would later admit to herself was a slight hint of apprehension. The three of them walked down the hall and turned left, and came upon a guard shack that looked as if it had been shoved into the hallway as an afterthought. The frustrated looking Cardassian guard peered up from his station behind a force field and regarded them blankly.
“We’ve just caught this Romulan,” blurted thick Duroq. The guard looked around at the walls and ceiling, and then back at Duroq quizzically.
“Did you capture her inside the prison?” the guard said sarcastically. Duroq was clearly confused. “Are you new here, or just stupid? The prisoners are captured long before they find their way he--” He was cut off by Duroq’s disruptor beam through his chest, but he only half dissolved, as the disruptor was old and in need of repair. Sela ripped herself free of their giant hands and sighed in annoyance.
“So much for plan A,” she said to Duroq, gesturing to her bloodied face, as if to say “I did all this for nothing”.
The bear-like Klingon squirmed, then finally spat, “Cardassians have no honor.”
“Hmm, indeed,” said Sela. “Kill him, Raalick.” She turned away from Duroq.
“With pleasure,” Raalick beamed as he shot poor, dumb Duroq into oblivion.
The Romulan and the Cardassian had shot many more guards when they came at last to cell #1187Q. Sela gestured, and Raalick deactivated the force field with a pilfered keycard. The gaunt, spidery figure huddled in the corner of the dark, closet-like cell quivered as he lifted his bald, pink head to see the two of them. He looked at Raalick first and, not realizing he was an impostor, shouted defiantly, “There are FOUR lights!!”
“Jean-Luc Picard,” Sela smiled and stepped forward, catching the impossibly skinny, naked man’s attention, “We’re here to rescue you.”
More, please.
