Star Trek: Gibraltar - The Road Not Taken

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  1. TrekkieMonster

    TrekkieMonster Commodore Commodore

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    Ah, so it seems our intrepid Captain Sandhurst is reality hopping, not unlike Worf in "Parallels". Curiouser and curiouser. :vulcan:
     
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  2. admiralelm11

    admiralelm11 Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    The times do change, don't they?
     
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  3. Robert Bruce Scott

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    I'm way late to this party and I've not even begun to catch up with who Donald prime actually is... That said, while there are a lot of comparisons with Yesterday's Enterprise, I'm catching an undertone of STNG S6 Tapestry. This Sandhurst seems off his rhythm. A different guy. Could be the mysterious connection with the Amon or it could be something more similar to 2nd Lt. Picard - one false step leads down a rabbit warren. Lar'ragos doesn't seem to like who Sandhurst has become. I wonder if Sandhurst likes who Sandhurst has become..

    By far my favorite of this collection is the likable romulan captain, completely in touch with reality and facing his fate with integrity and dignity. I'm a big fan of casting against type.

    Thanks!! rbs
     
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  4. Galen4

    Galen4 Commander Red Shirt

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    So I take it Sandhurst and Aubrey won’t be having a drink together in this timeline?

    I like the concept of two different “outliers” causing space/time disruptions by being in close proximity. You’ve put a lot thought into this, obviously. Ah, if only Loki were written this well…

    And poor Sandhurst! Two gruesome deaths and counting. Maybe it’s worth listening to the time cops after all?
     
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  5. TheLoneRedshirt

    TheLoneRedshirt Commodore Commodore

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    A truly engaging tale with Sandhurst bouncing from reality to reality, only to hit reset with death. What can break the cycle? And, what will be the cost to Donald, Pava, and reality itself?
     
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  6. Gibraltar

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    Variation 1,473

    Sandhurst fast-walked towards the turbolift, data padd in hand, trying desperately to look as though he wasn’t rushing and failing miserably.

    A short ride in the lift-car deposited him on Deck 2, and he jogged down the short corridor leading to the observation lounge. He passed through the doors in time for the assembled senior staff to look up at him in concert.

    “Nice of you to join us, Commander,” Liana Ramirez noted, a touch of good humor in her voice as she gestured towards the empty chair to her right.

    “Sorry, Captain,” Sandhurst blanched, moving to seat himself. He held up the padd by way of explanation for his tardiness. “Update from Command on the Romulan situation.”

    “Let’s hear it,” she instructed.

    He referenced the device. “Following the Skorrah attack on Romulus, Enterprise was dispatched to make contact with a splinter political faction led by a Reman agitator named Shinzon. It appears this new provisional Romulan/Reman government countermanded the Imperial Navy’s plan for vengeance strikes against Federation targets. The Federation is sending a full diplomatic envoy to Remus to negotiate a plan to relocate tens-of-millions of Romulan citizens to other systems along the border.”

    Ramirez shook her head in amazement. “Figures the Big-E would be in the right place at the right time. That’s one war averted that we could scarcely have afforded to fight. Now all we have to worry about is millions of Romulan refugees along one border at the same time as millions of Delta Quadrant refugees flood in along another.”

    Grim laughter from around the table followed her assessment.

    “I suppose the only good news is that the cylinder probe the Skorrah were using was destroyed along with Romulus,” commented Lt. Commander Manuele Atoa, Gibraltar’s Operations officer.

    Their Vulcan Security/Tactical officer, Lieutenant JG Verrik, directed a skeptical expression at the larger Samoan officer. “The Skorrah reportedly have the ability to open transit portals anywhere in our galaxy, sir. Though we have seen only one of their craft, the aforementioned cylinder probe, it is logical to presume they have access to other spacecraft.”

    “We illogical Humans still cling to hope, Lieutenant,” Sandhurst offered with a wry grin.

    The meeting continued by the numbers as the senior staff discussed their continuing convoy escort assignment, shepherding a flotilla of supply ships a planet in the Yaan system due to be settled by the recently encountered Stahreth refugee species. They would make planetfall a mere two weeks before the migrant fleet arrived, a narrow window in which to erect the foundations for the settlement to follow.

    As the others filtered out of the briefing lounge at the meeting’s conclusion, Ramirez motioned for Sandhurst to remain behind.

    “I wanted you to be the first to know,” she said as he resumed his seat. “I’ve been offered command of the Giacobini, effective in a month’s time.”

    Sandhurst was impressed. “A Nebula-class, that’s quite the step up, sir. Congratulations.”

    “Thank you. I want you to know that if you want it, I’m prepared to request you succeed me as CO of Gibraltar. You’ve been an exemplary XO and you’re ready for the center seat. Admiral Covey happens to agree with me.”

    Sandhurst sat back, looking surprised. “I… I’ll have to think about it, sir. Regardless, I’m grateful for your confidence in my abilities.”

    “It could be a very painless transition. Atoa could slide into the XO’s post effortlessly; he’s more than ready. Browder’s due for a promotion to JG and could assume the senior Operations spot.”

    Sandhurst nodded, conceding the wisdom of the multiple transitions. “I’d agree with those assessments, sir.”

    “I’m not going to press too hard, Donald,” she continued. “I know you’ve never been driven to promote, but after a year as Ebnal’s XO and two years as mine, you have all the prerequisites. Gibraltar could be as great a stepping stone for your career as it’s been for mine.”

    “Thank you, sir. I’ll give the offer the consideration it’s due.”

    “Please do,” Ramirez replied. “After all, I wouldn’t leave my first command to just anyone.”

    * * *

    “Incoming distress call, sir,” Atoa advised, unconsciously touching a hand to his ear containing a miniature comms earpiece. “It’s garbled, ultra-low frequency. Sounds like…” he quickly typed a series of commands into his console, boosting power to the comms receiver and narrowing the reception bandwidth. “Got it, sir. It’s a distress signal from the Mizarian colony on Forstis V. They say an unknown vessel has entered the Forstis system and is approaching their planet.”

    “Time to the Forstis system, best speed?” Sandhurst directed the query to Lieutenant JG Lightner at Flight Control.

    “Six hours, forty-three minutes at warp eight, Commander, provided we can hold that speed for the duration.”

    “Like all Mizarian settlements, Forstis V has no defenses whatsoever, sir,” Verrik advised from the Tactical station on the bridge’s upper level, his tone conveying the merest hint of disapproval.

    While most Vulcans were acknowledged pacificists, the Mizarians were of the lay-down-and-get-walked-on school of pacifism. Their homeworld had been conquered seven times in the past three centuries, most recently by the Dominion, and their civilization had survived because they surrendered unconditionally every time.

    “Mister Atoa, any additional information on the intruder?” Sandhurst asked.

    “Working on it, sir. There’s some images and sensor telemetry imbedded in the message, but it’s so jumbled that it’s taking me some time to resolve the data.”

    Sandhurst turned to the Science station, occupied by a petite Human female of Middle-Eastern Terran descent who’s hijab matched her science-blue uniform undershirt. “Lieutenant Akbary, are we within sensor range of the Forstis system?”

    “Affirmative, sir.” She began conducting a long-range sensor sweep of the system in question, only to find her display screen cluttered with interference. Sandhurst watched Akbary attempt to increasing scanning resolution to clear up the returns, but the sensor noise only appeared to increase.

    “I’m picking up significant subspace disruption in the vicinity of the Forstis system, Commander. It’s making scans of the system almost impossible at this range.”

    “Source of the interference?” Sandhurst asked.

    “Unknown, sir. The particular wave-front signature matches nothing in our database.”

    “Helm, set course for the Forstis system and execute at maximum sustainable speed.” Sandhurst sat back in his seat, toggling the Yellow Alert indicator on the command chair’s armrest display. He then activated the intraship. “All hands, stand to Yellow Alert. Captain Ramirez, to the bridge.”

    “I have some visuals and fragmentary telemetry from a Mizarian satellite at the outer edge of the system, Commander,” Atoa advised.

    “On the main viewer, please.”

    A fuzzy, static-filled image barely recognizable as a starfield appeared on screen. The viewpoint stabilized after a moment, and a target identifier reticule was superimposed over the image, highlighting a dark, starless patch that appeared to grow in size.

    “Satellite sensor returns identify this as a probable spacecraft, decelerating from near-light velocities,” Atoa narrated the image. “Returns are sporadic, but it appears to measure some one-point-eight kilometers in length, and roughly half a kilometer in diameter.

    The shadowy craft grew larger, offering a brief glimpse of dark hull plating festooned with heat-dissipating fins, weapons blisters, and blade-like sensor arrays.

    Akbary looked up from her station as the computer processed and refined the raw imagery and sensor readings. “Vessel appears to originate from an intelligence unknown to us. No design or materials referents to this type of craft exist in our records. The vessel also seems to be the origin point for the sensor interference.”

    The others appeared intrigued, but Sandhurst felt a growing sensation of dread as he realized with a certainty that he could not explain that this was a Skorrah vessel.

    The turbolift doors opened and Ramirez stepped onto the bridge, her expression curious and expectant. Sandhurst looked to her and knew that despite the harrowing danger that the intruding ship represented, Ramirez would move to intercede.

    Liana Ramirez backed down from no one. In any other situation, it would be an admirable trait. Here, however, Sandhurst sensed that attribute may well get them all killed.

    * * *
     
  7. CeJay

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    Sandhurst playing XO to Captain Ramirez? An intriguing variation that begs the question as to what went differently in this universe that led to this development.

    The fact that Ramirez is about to move on to leave Sandhurst in command feels like a bad omen, considering what they've just discovered.

    Then again. Everything could work out just fine ..... Right.
     
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  8. Robert Bruce Scott

    Robert Bruce Scott Commander Red Shirt

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    In a way, probably a much happier Sandhurst - or at least one not so stressed out. Until about 3 minutes ago...

    An interesting approach to the garden of forking paths. I didn't see a Lar'ragos in the room. That's probably going to come with a large array of repercussions.

    Thanks!! rbs
     
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  9. TheLoneRedshirt

    TheLoneRedshirt Commodore Commodore

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    Donald was a reluctant captain from the first. This reality seems to fit, particularly his less than enthusiastic response to Ramirez' offer of the Captaincy. Aaaand, where's Pava? Off-duty, or did he not make it to this reality?
     
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  10. Galen4

    Galen4 Commander Red Shirt

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    Now what the hell is going on?

    I can't help wondering if the "time cops" are behind this? Sending Sandhurst on a "Worf in Wonderland" journey just to teach him a lesson? Or was it that first death that detached him from the AU we started with? And why can't he remember the Prime timeline?

    Looking forward to answers.
     
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  11. admiralelm11

    admiralelm11 Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    Are Sandhurst and Ramirez playing musical chairs? I liked this installment. When does the music stop and Sandhurst saves the Universe?
     
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  12. TrekkieMonster

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    A very intriguing warp to this particular mirror.
     
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