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Star Trek: Mjolnir - Once More Unto The Breach

Callum MacLeod

Lieutenant Commander
Red Shirt
=/\= Chapter One =/\=

Stardate 57233.2 (March 26, 2380. 08:47 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Suliban Helix
Quinterex System Asteroid Belt, Bloodwing Sector Romulan Star Empire

Hundreds of small modular ships which were interlocked to form a massive spiral-shaped space station that grew out of a large nickel-iron asteroid that was pockmarked with thousands of impact craters. Within the station was a chamber that held numerous consoles arranged around a raised platform encircled by a shimmering blue-white column of temporal energy. Standing on the platform was humanoid figure whose details were obscured by the veil of energy. In front of the platform a Suliban man spoke to the obscured figure. As the two figures speak their images seem to pre-echo in a strange effect as if seeing things a split-second before they happen.

“Lucky for you I was able to convince my… associates… that you should be given a second chance.” Jamran Harnoth said from the temporal communicator’s platform, “Are your operatives in place?”

“They are. We are ready to begin the next phase of the operation.” Shilin replied looking up from where he stood in front of the temporal communicator platform.

“Proceed. Did you lose anyone?” Harnoth asked from his position on the temporal communicator’s platform.

“No.” Shilin answered.

“When will we speak again?” Shilin asked.

“Like I’ve said before, Don’t be concerned with when. Just do as you have been instructed.” Harnoth said before he vanished.

Pressing a control on his wrist mounted communicator Shilin said, “Let the Jarudians know that we are ready to proceed with the joint operation.”
 
=/\= Chapter Two =/\=​

Stardate 57249.43 (April 1, 2380. 07:00 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar Space, Sector 004, UFP

“Good morning, Commander.” Damrus said as he seated himself in the seat across one of the mess hall tables from the Mjolnir’s Tellarite chief engineer. Seeing the plate piled high with what seemed like enough food for the entire bridge crew he said “Are you feeling alright. That’s not much food on your tray.”

Prolasch snorted as he said, “Not bad. But it’d be better if I could get some real engineers from the SCE to replace these yarliq-brained kids command saddled me with.”

“Do I need to remind you about the cultural sensitivity courses that you were required to take at the academy, Commander.” Damrus said chastising the Tellarite engineer, “Starfleet’s willingness to accommodate Tellarite “Civil Conversation” isn’t infinite and I don’t want to have to have an official conversation about it.”

“Understood, Sir.” The gruff Tellarite replied sullenly.

“Is there any non-routine maintenance that you need to do the next time we make port?” Damrus asked changing the subject.

Prolasch rubbed his beard and said, “Well, I’m still not happy with the performance of the impulse engines – we’re still not getting enough thrust from the ion flow. I’d like to tear down the manifold and rebuild it.”

“How long would it take?” asked the XO.

The Tellarite engineer looked thoughtful. “With the staff I’ve been saddl… assigned. A day at most. If I had the staffing I REQUESTED at launch a duty shift at most.”

“I wish we could give you the staffing you wanted, Prolasch. But we need to ‘play nice’ and not hog all the engineering talent. Especially when we’ve got a genius like you.”

Damrus said stroking the Tellarite’s ego to placate him, “No promises, but I’ll talk to the Captain and see if there’s any way we can get one or two of the names on your wishlist added to our crew manifest.”
=/\=​
Callum was setting out a replicated breakfast of quadrotriticale toast, orange juice, targ bacon, and moba fruit after as Navesh finished up in the shower and enjoy the feel of the sonic vibrations on her skin. Once the doors had whooshed open Navesh walked out of the bedroom with her long black hair with silver highlights pulled up in a bun and without a stitch of clothing hiding any of her curvy emerald colored body.

“Are ye still naked?” Callum asked not turning to face Navesh as he was setting the bowl of moba fruit on the dining table.

“Of course.” Navesh replied as she sashayed towards Callum and the table, “You know that I’d rather be naked than dressed.”

“Ye were taking so long that ah was going tae come and see if ye had gotten locked.” Callum said.

“Nope, not locked in. Just took my time enjoying the sonic shower.” Navesh replied with a grin on her face as she sat down at the table.
=/\=​
As Callum walked onto the Mjolnir’s bridge a few steps behind Navesh and headed for the center seat to relieve the ship’s Alvanian gamma shift officer of the watch, lieutenant Tigan Millis, Callum watched as Tigan stood up and stepped to the side so she was standing beside the starboard captain’s console.

“Quiet shift, lieutenant?” Callum asked.

“Very much so, sir.” Tigan replied professionally.

“In that case, the bridge is mine.” Callum said formally taking command of the bridge, “Go enjoy your off hours. We’ll try tae keep from goin’ tae red alert while ye are asleep.”

“Thank-you sir. Its appreciated.” Tigan said with a chuckle. Adopting a formal tone she formally replied to Callum taking command by saying, “I stand relieved.”

As Callum sat down in the captain’s chair Tigan, and the rest of the gamma shift bridge crew filed out of the bridge through the port and starboard exits to go off duty so they could either go to the mess hall, the rec deck or their quarters. Looking at the chronometer display on the port side captain’s console Callum saw that it was zero-eight-hundred hours; the beginning of alpha shift.

“Computer, begin day watch.” Callum said starting his ‘start of shift’ routine, “Anyone have any bad news?”

“I didn’t have time to have breakfast before shift.” Shrak said with a straight face.
With a chuckle and a shake of his head Callum said, “Well people, lets get to it before Lieutenant th’Chayn gets hangry an’ starts lookin’ for something tae blow-up.”

“Just give the word, Captain, and I’ll have the bridge replicator make a sandwich and I’ll do a site to site transport from the receiving platform to the Lieutenant’s station.”
Navesh said with a grin on her face.

“The bridge is yours, Commander Rel. Ah'll be in mah ready room.”

"Aye, sir." Damrus said acknowledging Callum's order and standing up so he could assume the center seat as Callum began to cross the bridge as he headed for the ready room.

Walking across the bridge past the helm and ops stations and the Mjolnir’s dedication plaque Callum walked into the ship’s ready room. Once Callum had walked into the ready room he walked past the blue outlined octagon of the ready room’s holo-communicator to the desk.

Talking to the computer as he sat down Callum said “Computer go in tae the musical database, twentieth century Earth directory, Queen sub-directory an’ play song forty. ”
Moments later the ready room was filled with the sound of a twentieth century human musician’s voice.
 
Hard to go wrong with a tellarite character, much less a genius engineer tellarite... Interesting corner of the trekverse to explore and one that needs a bit more exposure.

Toward the end there are a few minor grammatical/presentation errors that could use an editing pass.

Thanks!! rbs
 
=/\= Chapter Three =/\=
Stardate 57249.95 (April 1, 2380. 11:37 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar Space, Sector 004, UFP

“MacLeod, go ahead.” Callum said after tapping his combadge.

“Commander Rel, Captain.” Damrus’ disembodied voice said coming from Callum’s combadge, “Sorry to disturb you but we just received telemetry from sensor buoy RB-556-523. Apparently a routine scan detected a vessel adrift in Federation space at the edge of its sensor range.”

“Set a course an’ engage at maximum warp, Commander. Ahm on mah way.” Callum said before tapping his combadge to close the channel.

Moments later Callum walked through the ready room door onto the bridge Callum walked towards the captain’s chair as Damrus stood up wordlessly turning command of the bridge over to Callum.

“Report.” Callum said.

“We’re on route for the S.I.D and traveling at warp nine point nine.” Damrus reported.

“Understood, Commander.” Callum said as he sat down in the mark seven captain’s chair.
=/\=​
“We’re approaching the coordinates of the S.I.D.” Nerah announced from the helm forty five minutes later.

“Take us oot o’ warp an’ bring us within transporter range, Lieutenant.” Callum ordered, “Put ‘er on the viewscreen, Commander Rel.”

As the Mjolnir dropped out of warp and maneuvered into transporter range of the stricken ship the viewscreen sprung to life with the image of an L-type freighter drifting silently through the blackness of space. Seven cargo pods were attached to the belly of the oblong yellow-tan ship. At the bow was a old style defector dish. At the opposite end of the ship was the impulse engines and two stubby warp nacelles at the end of short pylons. On the dorsal hull, roughly half way between the bow and the stern, was a fin like tower that bore the ship’s name and registry and contained the bridge and the primary airlock.

“Can ye identify her?” Callum asked as he drummed against the inside of he arm of the Mark VII captain’s chair.

“The transponder data indicates she’s the SS Mary Celeste. Registered out of Minos Korva.” Damrus reported.

Ah have nae seen an L-type in a donkey’s years.” Callum thought to himself. Speaking aloud he asked, “Life signs?”

“Indeterminate.” Navesh said from the Ops station as her emerald colored finger danced across the Ops console, “There’s interference that’s preventing us from getting clear readings.”

“What’s causing the interference?” Callum questioned.

“I can’t tell.” Navesh admitted, “From the sensor returns that we ARE getting there’s no sign of any damage that could be causing the interference.”

“An’ the sensors are in working order?” Callum asked.

“One hundred percent. I ran level four and five diagnostics on the sensors just to be certain and they both come back clear.” Navesh replied.

“Is it safe for an away team tae beam over?” Callum asked.

“Life support is online and fully operational. The gravity show a little light, but no sign of malfunction; my bet would be that they deliberately set it light.” Navesh reported.

Turning to look at his XO Callum said, “Assemble your away team, Commander. Lets find oot what happened tae her.

As Damrus stood up and gestured for Shrak to join him Callum said, “Commander Tymoshenko, send a message tae sector command an’ ask them tae dispatch a tug tae take the Mary Celeste in tow.”
=/\=​
Moments later four columns of swirling silver light appeared in one of the Mary Celeste’s narrow corridors and quickly coalesced into the away team members

"Talk about cramped," Melina muttered.

Prolasch sniffed the air and puzzled expression spread across his features as he said, "You smell that?"

"Yeah." Damrus agreed, "it smells just like burned raktajino!"

Following their noses to the galley the away team cautiously entered and looked around. On one wall was an ancient protein re-sequencer of early 23rd century vintage. Nearby was a moderate size stasis chamber for perishable food. A counter with cabinets lined the opposite wall with a built in stove, cooktop, sink and an elaborate coffee maker. The coffee urn's red light was still glowing and the strong smell of over-done coffee filled the room.

"Sir, Look at this!" Chief Petty Officer Patrick Reese said standing by a metal dining table in the middle of the room.

Damrus turned, his eyes falling on the remains of a half-eaten meal. Melina ran her scanner over the food remains. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She picked up a half-eaten sandwich and sniffed it.

"It's still good! A little stale, but still edible." She pronounced.

“Any signs of the crew?” Damrus asked.

After running a quick scan Melina reported, “Not as far as I can tell, But there is interference that COULD be preventing us from picking up life signs. Molecular displacement shows that aside from us nobody's been in here for at leat twelve hours.”

“The meals still sitting out as if nothing was amiss and no sign of the crew… this ship certainly has the right name.” Reese said aloud to no one in particular.

“What do you mean, Chief?” Melina asked questioningly.

“The original Mary Celeste was a sailing ship that was found adrift in the Atlantic Ocean in the late eighteen hundreds with her crew missing with no signs of foul play or where they had gone and with her log book only a few days out of date.” Reese explained, “Along with the Flying Dutchman she was one of the most famous ghost ships in Earth’s maritime history.”

“Pshhh.” Prolasch grumbled, “Ghost ship, smhost ship.”

“Alright, lets get to work.” Damrus said, “Prolasch you go to engineering, I want a status report on this ship ASAP. I’m going to the bridge to see what I can get from their logs. Doctor, Chief you two start searching the ship for the crew.”

After a round of ‘aye, sir’ ‘s the away team split up and began searching the seemingly abandoned ship.
 
=/\= Chapter Four =/\=​

Stardate 57250.02 (April 1, 2380. 12:15 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir along side SS Mary Celeste
Interstellar Space, Sector 004, UFP

Standing up from his seat and relishing the faint pop in his back as he turned from the viewscreen Callum said, “Commander Tymoshenko, the bridge is yours. Ah’ll be in mah ready room.”

“Aye, sir.” Navesh said as she stood up to take the center seat as Callum and Damrus headed for the turbolift.

Walking across the bridge past the helm and ops stations Callum walked towards the ready room. Pausing at the ship’s dedication plaque and read the quote before continuing on. The quote was from THE Captain James Kirk simple and yet it spoke volumes – “Risk is our business.”.

Once he’d walked into the ready room Callum walked over to the replicator as he said, “Computer, one bottle o’ Lime Pick-A-Pop.”

Once a clear bottle filled with a bubbly green liquid materialized on the replicator’s receiving platform Callum picked it up and walked over to the seat behind his ready room desk and sat down. As he sat down his combadge chirped signaling that someone was trying to reach him through the intercom. Tapping the silver outlined Starfleet delta backed by two vertical gold quadrangles to open the channel Callum spoke.

“MacLeod here.” He said.

“Commander Tymoshenko, Captain. Commander Rel has reported in from the Mary Celeste. They’ve completed a search of the entire ship and there is no sign of the crew or where they went. The only thing that they found that was out of the ordinary was some biological residue that Doctor Pax is analyzing. Her initial analysis indicates that it comes from two sources; a Suliban and an unknown insectoid species. There is no record of a Suliban or any insectoid being a member of the Mary Celeste’s crew.” Navesh’s sultry disembodied voice said coming from Callum’s combadge.

“Understood. Let me ken when the away team is going tae beam back an’ contact sector command an’ ask them tae dispatch a cutter tae tow the Mary Celeste tae the nearest starbase. MacLeod oot.” Callum ordered. Once the comm-link quietly clicked closed he said “Computer, secure this compartment.”

“Compartment secure.” The computer replied once it locked the entrance and jefferies tube hatch that led into the room.

Tapping a button on the LCARS control panel on the desktop that caused the monitor to rise and lock into place Callum said, “Computer, prepare tae record a Code Forty-Seven transmission tae Admiral Uhura at Starfleet Intelligence.”

“State authorization.” The computer stated evenly.

“MacLeod gamma-six-delta-one.” Callum replied.
 
=/\= Chapter Five =/\=​

Stardate 57250.48 (April 1, 2380. 16:15 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Suliban Helix
Quinterex System Asteroid Belt, Bloodwing Sector Romulan Star Empire

"Did you lose anyone?” Jamron Harnoth asked from his position on the temporal communicator’s platform.

“Yes, two. One of the Jarudians and one of my men.” Shilin answered.

“Any other mistakes?” Harnoth asked.

“None. We left the ship for Starfleet to find as instructed. The cloaked cell ship that remained behind reported that the Starfleet ship Mjolnir investigated the ship before it was towed away by the Starfleet ship Sequoia.”

“Excellent. I will be in touch.” Harnoth said ominously before disappearing a split seconds before the shimmering column of energy that surrounded him.
 
=/\= Chapter Six =/\=​

Stardate 57254.91 (April 3, 2380. 07:10 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar Space, Sector 004, UFP

“Wow…” Nerah whispered to himself standing there in awe and oblivious to his surroundings as he saw a Caitian woman in a skin tight jumpsuit sit down at one of the tables in the mess hall.

All of a sudden Nerah was snapped out of his reverie when he heard the voice of Chief Petty Officer Patrick Reese, from the ship’s security detachment, behind him saying, “Excuse me, sir. I was hoping to enter the mess hall.”

Turning around and stepping to the side the awestruck Bajoran said, “Oh, sorry, Chief. By all means go ahead.”

Having seen who Nerah had been looking at the Reese said, “She’s quite the sight isn’t she, sir?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Chief.” Nerah said flushing with embarrassment at having been found out.

“Of course, sir. Of course.” Reese said with a chuckle before he continued into the mess hall.

Mustering up his courage Nerah walked over to the table that P’Rys was sitting at. Once he reached the table he looked down at the attractive felinoid as he began to speak.

“Unless I’m wrong you’re new here.” Nerah said, “Can I join you?”

“Of course, sirrrrrr!” P’Rys said nervously as she began to stand up.

Gesturing for her to sit as he sat down himself Nerah said, “None of that! I’m only a jay-gee. I don’t even have a full pip on you. Call me Nerah.”

“I’m P’Rys.” The Caitian said in her purr-like voice, “It’s a pleasurrre to meet you, Nerrrah.”

“Oh, the pleasure is ALL mine, I assure you.” Nerah said, “I love how you say my name.”

“Federrration Standarrrd is difficult for my people.” P’Rys said explaining, “I trrry my best.”

“And you speak it fabulously. Your accent is absolutely charming.” Nerah said, “Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

“You arrre very kind.” P’Rys said with a grin.

“Have you seen much of the ship yet?” Nerah asked.

“Not yet, unforrrtunately.” P’Rys answered in her purr-like voice.

“Would you care for a tour?” Nerah asked hopefully.

“I would love one, Nerrrah.” P’Rys replied with a grin revealing her pearly white cat-like teeth which only served to make her seem even more exotic to Nerah. Making conversation as they began walking P’Rys asked, “Have you everrr been to Cait, Nerrrah.”

“No.” Nerah replied honestly, “But I’d love to. Maybe you could show it to me some day.”

“That would be my pleasurrre.” P’Rys purred.
 
=/\= Chapter Seven =/\=​

Stardate 57492.56 (June 29, 2380. 06:41 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir docked with Starbase 12
Gamma 400 System, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

As Callum was sitting behind the desk in his ready room reading from an oversized PADD the door chime sounded indicating that someone was waiting outside the ready room on the bridge waiting to come into the ready room. Looking at the chronometer above the door Callum saw that it was shortly after fourteen hundred and had a good idea of who was waiting outside the door.

“Enter.” Callum said saying Starfleet’s standard command/invitation that Starfleet personnel used to let someone who wanted to enter know it was okay to do so.

Seconds after Callum said to enter the ready room doors whooshed open and in walked a dark haired and dark-eyed woman in a science division uniform with the pips of a lieutenant junior grade on the collar of her teal sciences division uniform undershirt.

“Lieutenant Reyna Vyn reporting for duty.” The half-Betazoid half-Daliwaakan woman said once she was standing in front of the ready room desk.

“Welcome onboard the Mjolnir, Lieutenant. Ah want to start off by letting ye ken that if ye are wanting tae wear the variant female duty uniform instead o’ the standard duty uniform ah’ve have provided a general authorization for any female crew member tae wear either one they want.” Callum replied welcoming her onboard.

“Thank-you, sir. I think that I may take you up on that. To be honest, I do prefer that uniform to the standard one, I find its more comfortable.” Reyna said.

“The Mjolnir has been tasked with field testing, among other things, a new combadge design.” Callum said, “When ye get a chance swing by engineering an’ Commander Gorsach will issue ye one along with a unit pin for your collar.”

“I will, sir.” Reyna replied.

Continuing on with a smile on his face Callum asked, “How are your quarters?”

“They’re very nice, sir. But there is something that I was wanting to discuss with you.” Reyna said.

“An’ what would that happen tae be?” Callum asked having a good idea of what was coming.

“Sir, I think there has been an error in my assignment during alerts. I have been assigned to assist in sickbay instead of being on the bridge.” Reyna said.

“Go on.” Callum said wanting to hear her reasoning.

“Captain, a ship’s counselor should be stationed on the bridge during an alert to provide advice to the commanding officer.” Reyna said.

Callum leaned back as he began to speak, “Lieutenant Reyna Chloe Vyn. Daliwaakan/Betazoid hybrid. Age: twenty-nine standard years. Born in the community of Lake Cartia on Betazed. Graduated Starfleet Medical Academy with a degree in psychology where ye received your certification as a Starfleet counselor and graduated second in your graduating class of counselors. Ye would have graduated at the top of the counselors in your class if it wasn’t for your mark in the security and tactical basics course. Three postings, aside from the Mjolnir. Two as a junior counselor for which ye received a excellent ratings from your commanding officers and most recently as an assistant counselor on Starbase Twelve. Did ah miss anything, Counselor?”

“How…” Navesh said trailing off in surprise.

“How did ah ken all o’ that? Ah have gone over the records o’ the entire senior staff. Was there anything that ah missed anything, Counselor?” Callum asked again.

“No, Sir.” Reyna replied meekly.

“Ah wondered, since ye seem determined tae be stationed on the bridge. There are two types o’ officers and crewmen assigned bridge duty; those officers and crewmen who duties require them tae be on the bridge and those officers who are able tae assume command. Ah mention this because ye have nae attended Command School.” Callum said.

“Captain, those requirements have been waived in the past.” Reyna protested weakly knowing it wouldn’t do any good.

“You’re completely right. They have been… on OTHER ships but they will nae aboard this ship, Counselor. Ahm o’ the same mind on this subject as Captain Dahlgren, whom ah have had the pleasure o’ serving under in the past. If ye want a station on the bridge o’ the Mjolnir while ahm her CO ye have tae be ready tae pick up the pieces if everything falls apart around ye. Ye must be prepared tae immediately step into mah place and assume command o’ this vessel if needed. Ye are nae command trained and ah doubt that ye have an innate command mentality.” Callum said.


“Sir, With all due respect I take exception that.” Reyna said trying to hide her frustration.

“Ah was nae referring tae your intelligence and capability, ye clearly are a very intelligent lass. Ah was referring tae your mind set.” Callum said. Continuing on he said, “Here’s a hypothetical situation: ye are on the bridge, ahm dead as are Commanders Rel and Tymoshenko and Lieutenant th’Chayn. Lieutenant Vhela is undergoing emergency surgery in sickbay leaving only ye an’ Lieutenant Nerah on the bridge. Fortunately the Mjolnir destroyed her attackers before ye were forced tae assume command. Engineering reports heavy casualties and that Commander Gorsach is dead. The warp core has been damaged and is only moments away from breach. Engineering says that the ejection mechanisms an’ the repair drones are offline but core can be shut down. However, tae do so will require a member o’ this crew to enter a compartment flooded with lethal levels o’ radiation tae perform a manual injector shutdown, effectively committing suicide in order tae save everyone else. You have fifteen seconds, Counselor, what are your orders?

Reyna blinked and remained silent for a moment in shock at the scenario that Callum presented to her.

“Twelve seconds.” Callum prompted to snap her out of her reverie.

“Abandon ship.” Reyna replied.

“Sorry counselor, but everyone is now dead. The life pods cannae get far enough away in twelve seconds, even if they were already manned and launched the instant that ye gave the order—which, unfortunately, is nae possible.” Callum said in a matter of fact tone.

“That’s not a fair scenario, Captain.” Reyna protested.

“On the contrary, it is the type of decision that someone, or multiple someones, in Starfleet have had tae make. The decision tae deliberately sacrifice one or more members of the crew so that the rest of the ship’s company and the ship herself survive. It is a decision that anyone sitting on that bridge an’ anyone who pulls a watch in mah chair has tae be able tae make in an instant.” Callum said.

Continuing on Callum said, “Counselor, your job is tae keep this crew on an even keel while ah command the ship; that is a very important an’ worthwhile job. One that, in my opinion, is at least as difficult as command but requires and completely different skill set and frame of mind than command. Ones that ah freely admit that ah dinnae possess. If ye decide one day tae attend Command School, ah would be more than willing tae have such an intelligent officer serve on mah bridge. But for now your station during alert status will remain in sickbay, assisting Doctor Pax. But just so ye are aware just because ye are nae posted tae the bridge during alerts does nae mean that ah will nae be relying on your expertise for a great many things.”

“I understand, Captain.” Reyna said sullenly but realizing that Callum actually had a valid point, “I will help you in anyway I can, of course.”

“Good. Is there anything else that ye would like tae discuss, Counselor?” Callum asked.

“No, sir. Nothing else.” Reyna replied.

“In that case ye can consider yourself dismissed.” Callum said, “And counselor…”

“Yes, sir?” Reyna asked.

“Ah want you to know that ah appreciate your not questioning your posting in front o’ the crew.” Callum said.

“I wouldn’t do that, sir. It would’ve have been professional.” Reyna said with a grin on her face as she pushed her seat back and stood up to head for the exit.

“Ahm glad tae her that ye feel that way, Counselor.” Callum said with a smile on his face.
=/\=​
Shortly after the end of alpha shift Callum was walking along side Navesh on Starbase Twelve’s promenade looking at the various shops with their wares when they turned a corner on the promenade and saw Melina and Dorian standing and holding hands as they looked at a freestanding holographic directory of the shops each wearing a light almost sheer sun dress with their combadge pinned to the left strap. Walking over to the directory with Callum, Navesh began speaking to their two crewmates.

“Melina, Dorian, funny seeing you here.“ Navesh said with a slight grin on her face.

“Oh, hi!” Melina said after she had turned and looked.

“Ye look like ye are looking for something.” Callum said.

“Somewhere, actually. We’re looking for the station’s Klingon restaurant.” Melina said. Gesturing at Dorian with her free hand Melina continued on saying, “This lovely lady promised me a dinner at the Klingon restaurant, probably because she knows what kind of mood that Klingon food puts me in, but we wound up getting all turned around.”

With a chuckle Callum pointed back the way he and Navesh had come and said, “Go around that corner and the Klingon restaurant will be half way down the corridor on your right side. You can’t miss the overhead sign with the Klingon triskelion and Klingonese writing. But if you do just listen for the chef singing ‘Aktuk and Maylota’.

“I told you we were close.” Dorian said saucily looking at Melina. Turning to look at Callum she continued on and said, “Thank-you, sir.”

“Not a problem, Ensign. Ah hope the two of ye enjoy yourselves.” Callum replied.

“Oh, we most definitely will.” Melina replied with a knowing grin on her face.

Once Melina and Dorian were safely out of earshot Navesh looked at Callum as she said, “I didn’t know that they were an item.”

“Ah dinnae ken either .” Callum answered in his thick Scottish brogue.

As he finished speaking Callum’s combadge chirped to indicate that he had a waiting hail. Looking at Navesh with an apologetic look on his face Callum tapped his combadge to open the comm-link before he spoke.

“MacLeod here. Go ahead.” Callum said after he had tapped the combadge attached to the fabric of his uniform tunic on the left side of his chest with the first two fingers of us right hand.

“This is Starbase Operations, Lieutenant Kelly speaking. Admiral Blackwell requests that you report to her office, deck fourteen section twelve compartment eleven, as soon as possible.” The disembodied voice of the Starbase officer said.

“Understood, Lieutenant. Please let the Admiral know I will be there right away. MacLeod out.” Callum said before he tapped his combadge to close the channel. Looking at Navesh standing next to him he said, “Ahm sorry, mah bonnie lass, but duty calls.”

“Its not a problem, handsome.” Navesh said to Callum, “Something tells me I should be getting back to the Mjolnir anyway.”

Turning away from Navesh to find a turbolift Callum continued walking until he found the nearest turbolift alcove. Pressing the call button Callum waited for a turbolift car to arrive so he could head off to his unanticipated meeting with Admiral Margret Blackwell. Once the turbolift car arrived and the doors whooshed open Callum stepped inside and ordered it to take him to deck fourteen section twelve causing the doors to whoosh closed cutting off his view of Starbase Twenty-Three’s promenade and begin moving. Tapping his foot on the traction carpet as the turbolift glided through the starbase’s turbolift tubes towards the deck fourteen turbolift alcove closest to that deck’s section twelve. A couple moments later Callum was standing outside of a standard looking Starfleet door in a standard looking corridor that said ’14-12-11 – OFFICE – ADM. M. BLACKWELL’. Reaching out and pressing the chime button on the door controls to signal that he was waiting to enter.

Once Callum heard Admiral Blackwell say ‘Enter’ through the comm-speaker in the control panel he stepped forward and walked through the door he found himself in a large office with a sizeable desk in front of six transparent aluminum windows that offered a view of the space outside that station which just so happened to have the Mjolnir slowly passing through it as it followed the holding pattern it had been assigned. Off to Callum’s right was a sitting area with a four couches set up facing each other in a square. To Callum’s left was a conference table that looked like it could easily accommodate at least twenty people. Sitting at the desk was a sandy haired human with vice-admiral’s pips on her uniform collar.

“Captain Callum MacLeod, reporting as ordered.” Callum said formally after walking up to the desk and standing at attention.

“Please have a seat, Captain.’ Admiral Margaret Blackwell said from her seat as she gestured at the seats across the desk from her.
 
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=/\= Chapter Eight =/\=​

Stardate 57493.93 (June 29, 2380. 18:41 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir docked with Starbase 12
Gamma 400 System, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets


As he sat behind the ready room desk twenty minutes later Callum’s combadge chirped signaling that he had a waiting comm-call.


“MacLeod, go ahead.” Callum said after tapping his combadge to open the channel.

“Commander Rel, Captain.” Damrus’ disembodied voice said coming from Callum’ combadge, “You wanted to be once all of our crew were back onboard and the station signaled that they are ready to transport.”

“Thank-ye, Commander. Assemble the senior staff in the conference room. MacLeod out.” Callum said before tapping his combadge to close the comm-link.
=/\=​
Walking through the door that led from the Mjolnir’s bridge to the rectangular conference room and saw the conference table with the senior staff sitting around it.

“Command has ordered us tae transport Ambassador Spock tae Romulus so he can coordinate the evacuation efforts with the Romulan Senate.” Callum said without any prelude, “The Empire has agreed tae allow us safe passage through the zone and their space to return the Ambassador tae Romulus an’ return tae Federation space. They have made it abundantly clear that we are nae tae remain in orbit o’ Romulus for a moment longer than it takes tae beam the Ambassador down.”

“When does the ambassador come onboard?” Nerah asked.

“He’s beaming o’er once we are done this briefing.” Callum replied, “Does anyone else have any questions?”

“Are we transporting anyone else besides the Ambassador?” Damrus asked.

“We are nae. The Ambassador is nae traveling with any aides.” Callum said, “Any other questions?”

When no one spoke up Callum said, “In that case, ye all can consider yourselves dismissed. Please return tae your stations. Commander Rel, ye have the bridge. Ah’ll be in the transporter room welcoming the Ambassador onboard.”
 
=/\= Chapter Nine =/\=​

Stardate 57492.56 (June 29, 2380. 06:41 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir docked with Starbase 12
Gamma 400 System, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

“Captain on the bridge!” Damrus announced vacating the center seat with a grin on his face as Callum stepped out of the conference room.

“As you were.” Callum said to the bridge crew with a half-smile as they snapped to attention, “Ye all ken that ahm nae anyone special.”

With a few chuckled the crew returned their attention to their stations as Callum walked over to the center seat.

“Report, Commander.” Callum ordered.

“All decks report ready, sir.” Damrus began. “The last of the crew reported back onboard a few minutes ago, and all preflight checks show green. ”

“Ahm glad tae hear that, Commander. Since the Ambassador is settlin’ in tae his quarters its time for us tae get under way.” Callum said as he say down in the center seat, “Signal all sections tae prepare for immediate departure an’ get the starbase ops on the comm-link.

“Aye, sir.” Damrus said with a grin on his face before turning and walking back to the first officer and communications station. A moment later he continued on saying, “All sections report ready for departure and Starbase Ops is standing by.”

“Operations, this is the Mjolnir. We are requesting permission to depart.” Callum said as he shifted as he sat in the center seat.

Mjolnir this is Starbase operations. You are cleared for immediate departure. We are transmitting an exit flight plan now, please maintain one quarter impulse until you clear the outer marker.” The voice of the female dock master on duty said coming from the bridge’s overhead comm speaker.

“Understood. Mjolnir out.” Callum replied. Continuing on once the communications channel had quietly clicked closed Callum said, “Lieutenant Nerah, take us out.”

“Aye, sir.” Nerah said as his fingers danced Nerah the helm console as he guided the Mjolnir’s movements, “Coming about…thrusters ahead one-half. Altering course heading to one one five mark zero. . . we are in the lane and ready for departure.”

Moments later the Bajoran helmsman said, “We are free and clear to navigate, Captain.”

“Understood.” Callum ordered, “Lay in a course for Romulus an’ engage at warp nine when ready.”

As the Mjolnir jumped to warp Callum looked at Damrus and said, “You have the bridge, Commander. I’m heading down to the mess hall to see how the galley refit is going.”

“Aye, sir.” Damrus said as he began to stand up to move from the first officer and communications station to the captain’s chair on its dais at the center of the bridge as Callum head for the bridge’s single turbolift alcove.

Walking into the turbolift car once its doors whooshed open Callum ordered it to take him to his the mess hall causing the doors to whoosh closed cutting off his view of the bridge and begin moving. Tapping his foot on the traction carpet as the turbolift glided through the Mjolnir’s turbolift tubes towards the deck five turbolift alcove nearest the ship’s mess hall as the turbolift car echoed with the humming of the graviton relays in the turbolift shaft that powered the turbolift cars. A moment later the turbolift eased to a stop and the doors opened to reveal the deck five corridor that passed the ship’s mess hall at the most forward portion of the deck. Stepping out of the turbolift car Callum turned towards the bow of the ship and followed the corridor to the ship’s rectangular mess hall. Walking into to it from the starboard entrance Callum walked over to one of the bulkhead mounted replicators and placed his now empty mug in the receiving slot and pressed the recycle button causing it to disappear in a swirl of silver sparkles before he turned to and walked towards the far end of the mess hall where the Thallonian Chief Petty Officer Jang Si Veran was busy setting up the newly constructed galley while the computer played a song from Earth’s twentieth century that Callum knew was called ‘Ring of Fire’.

“Ah diinnae ken that ye like twentieth century Terran music.” Callum said as he walked into the galley.

“Oh, Captain! I didn’t see you there.” Veran said turning to face Callum, “Computer, pause playback.”

“How’s the galley shaping up?” Callum asked. Looking around he said, “It looks like they finished the conversation.”

“It’s going well.” Veran replied, “With luck I should have the galley fully stocked by the end of shift. Worst case scenario I should be cooking up a storm by tomorrow morning.”

“Very good, Chief… or should ah call ye Chef?” Callum said.

“Either or, sir.” Veran replied with a chuckle, “Just don’t call me late for dinner.”

“That one’s LITERALLY older than the Federation.” Callum said with a chuckle, “Ah look forward tae trying your cooking.”

“What I’m looking forward to is being able to make my grandmother’s recipes for the crew.” Veran said with a smile.

“If they’re anything like mah grandmaw’s recipes they’ll taste like a slice o’ heaven and be a big hit with the crew. There’s just something aboot grandmothers’ recipes that make them better than anything else.” Callum said with a chuckle.

“Most definitely, sir.” The bald and clean shaven Thallonian replied.

“Ah’ll leave ye tae your work… Chef.” Callum said, “If ye need atae get up an’ runnin’ dinnae hesitate tae contact ops.”
 
=/\= Chapter Ten =/\=​

Stardate 57495.43 (June 30, 2380. 07:55 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar space, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

“Computer, begin day watch.” Callum said to the computer causing it to begin the day watch which caused the lighting throughout the ship to rise to the standard level from the reduced lighting levels of gamma shift.

“Captain, I’ve got an energy wave at two seven zero mark one five coming in fast.” Navesh said as she consulted the multiple displays of the ops station.

“On screen.” Callum ordered turning to look from where Navesh was sitting at the ops station so he was looking at the viewscreen mounted on the bridge’s forward bulkhead.

Seconds later the viewscreen mounted on the forward bulkhead flickered to life as its multi-spectral holo-emitters began generating the image of a multi-hued shockwave rapidly approaching the Mjolnir at incredible speeds.

“My god…” Callum said as he saw the shockwave growing on the viewscreen as it closed on the Mjolnir. Continuing on he asked, “Can we outrun it?”

“Negative, sir. It just collapsed our warp field and the subspace turbulence won’t let us go back to warp .” Nerah reported from the helm as he read various readouts on the console.

“All power to the shields!” Callum ordered.

Seconds later the Mjolnir bucked and rocked and its shields flared into visibility as the wave front made contact with the shields causing the red alert lights to automatically begin flashing throughout the ship. As the crew got to their feet and raced to their duty stations the viewscreen showed the shockwave pass over them as the bucking and rocking decreased then finally ceased.

“DAMAGE REPORT!” Callum barked as he pressed a control on the arm of his chair to release the safety restraints that had automatically deployed to keep him in his seat.

“One moment, sir.” Navesh said. After consulting her console she said, “The shields held; but just barely. We have damage to the EPS grid on decks three and four. Damage control teams are already working on repairs.”

“Understood.” Callum said.

Looking at Damrus and seeing a smear of blood on his forehead coming from a cut on his right temple Callum said, “Get yourself down tae sickbay an’ get patched up, Commander.”

Touching his temple and feeling the blood there Damrus held his hand out and looked at the purple blood on his fingers before he looked back at Callum and said, “Aye, sir.”

“Dinnae tell me that was a meteor shower.” Callum said with a tongue in cheek tone as he turned to face Navesh at the science and combat tracking station as Damrus stood up and headed for the exit on the port side of the bridge.

“Definitely not.” The busty Orion woman said as she checked the various displays of the operations station, “The superluminal subspace shockwave originated point five light-years away on bearing two seven zero mark one five.”

“Any indication what caused the shockwave?” Callum asked as he heard the exit doors whoosh open to allow Damrus to leave the bridge.

“From what I can tell it appears to have originated in the Chedrova system, Captain." Anticipating Callum's next question Navesh added, “It’s a Federation protectorate system containing sixteen planets, two of which are Class-M. One of the two Class-M worlds is home to a sentient paleolithic-level species.”

“How long until we can get underway?” Callum asked.

“Fourteen hours, minimum.” Navesh replied.

“Commander Tymoshenko, inform sector command of the shockwave and its point of origin.” Callum said. Tapping his combadge he said , “MacLeod tae Ambassador Spock.”

“This is Spock.” The legendary Vulcan’s voice replied from his combadge seconds later.

“Ah wanted tae make sure that ye were nae injured.” Callum replied, “The rough ride was courtesy o’ a superluminal shockwave that seems tae have originated in the Chedrova system.”

“I am uninjured. Is there anyway I can be of assistance?” Spock asked.

“Right now we’re licking our wounds an’ seeing what’s goin’ on.” Callum said, “If there is anyway ye can help we will let ye ken, sir.”

“Understood. Spock out.” Came the reply before he comm-link quietly clicked closed.

“The bridge is yours, Commander Tymoshenko.” Callum said looking at Navesh, “Ah’ll be in mah ready room.”

"Aye, sir." Navesh said acknowledging Callum's order and standing up so she could assume the center seat as Callum began to cross the bridge as he headed for the ready room.
 
=/\= Chapter Eleven =/\=​

Stardate 57498.33 (July 1, 2380. 09:22 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar space, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

“All sections report ready to get underway, Captain.” Damrus said from the XO/Communications station.

“Understood.” Callum said. Unconsciously moving forward in his seat he said, "Lay in a course for the Romulus an' engage at maximum, Lieutenant Nerah. Take us tae yellow alert, Lieutenant th'Chayn."

The various senior staff confirmed their orders, and Callum sat back in his chair as the ship's nacelles extended to their warp flight position before their Cernekov emitters glowed brightly as the ship seemed to stretch forward as if the saucer section was trying to escape from the rest of the ship. Much like an elastic rubber band, the aft end of the ship snapped forward as the it accelerated to warp, vanishing into a flash of light while the viewscreen showed the familiar starburst effect of a ship accelerating to warp.

“Captain, we have just received orders from Admiral Blackwell ordering us to investigate the Chedrova system after we drop the Ambassador off at Romulus.” Damrus said speaking up from where she sat at the freestanding console of the XO/Communications station.

“Send our acknowledgment, Commander.” Callum replied.

“Aye, sir.” The Eskan XO said as his fingers danced across the helm console sending the response to Admiral Blackwell as he heard a beeping coming from his console. Speaking up he said, “Captain, Engineering just reported that the new emergency holographic program that the SCE sent us to field test is fully installed, stable and available to be activate if and whenever necessary.”

“Well then, let’s give it a test run” Callum replied. Addressing the computer he continued on saying, “Computer, activate the Holographic Engineering Command an’ Tactical Operations Response Program.”

Seconds later a holographic human that was identical in appearance to the what the famous Starfleet Officer, Captain Christopher Pike, looked like before severe exposure to delta radiation left him scared and confined to a mobility chair; except for the fact that he had a five o’clock shadow and was wearing the latest version of the Starfleet uniform with no rank insignia on the command division red collar of the turtle neck uniform under shirt. Looking at Callum the hologram spoke in a matter of fact tone.

“Please state the nature of the engineering, command or tactical emergency.” The hologram said after appearing on the Mjolnir’s bridge.

“We have seventy-five Borg cubes incoming an’ we’re out o’ torpedoes, phasers are off-line an’ all we’ve got is partial emergency battery power.” Callum said barely maintaining a straight face.

“Really?!” The hologram said with a surprised tone in his voice.

“No, not really.” Callum said with a chuckle in his voice unable to keep a straight face any longer. Continuing on he said, “There is nae an emergency, Ah activated your program so we could meet ye. Would ye like me tae introduce ye tae the bridge crew?”

“That won’t be necessary, Captain MacLeod. I have access to the ship’s crew manifest” The hologram replied after making an annoyed grunt. Pointing at each one of the crew on the bridge as he said their ranks and names along with their position as he said, “Commander Damrus Rel – first officer, Lieutenant Nerah Wyln – chief flight control officer, Lieutenant Commander Navesh Tymoshenko – chief operations officer and quartermaster, Lieutenant th’Chayn – chief tactical and security officer, Lieutenant Vhela – Chief Science Officer. Ensign Dorian Collins, - alpha shift relief officer.”

“Well, since the introductions have been taken care of, has anyone told ye that ye look a lot like Captain Pike?” Callum asked the hologram.

“Perhaps the reason I look like Captain Pike is because Captain Pike’s physical parameters were used as the physical parameters for my program. After all its been proven that rugged good looks help instill a sense of confidence in most humanoids.” The hologram replied with a matter-of-fact tone in his voice.

“If there is nothing that you need, would you mind deactivating me?” Hector asked continuing on, “After all I am designed as an emergency holographic program even though my matrix has been reinforced for long-term use.”

“As ye wish.” Callum said, “Computer, deactivate the Holographic Engineering Command and Tactical Operations Response Program.”
=/\=​
Four and a half hours later as he sat behind the desk in the ready room as the Mjolnir cruised through space at thousands of time the speed of light Callum’s combadge chirped to signal that someone was trying to reach him through the comm-system.

Tapping his combadge with the first two fingers of his right hand to open the Callum said, “MacLeod here.”

“Commander Rel, Captain.” Damrus’ disembodied voice said coming from Callum’ combadge, “We’re on final approach, sir.”

“Understood, Commander. Ah’ll be there right away. MacLeod oot.” Callum said before tapping his combadge to close the comm-link.

Standing up Callum walked around the ready room desk, past the blue outline of the ready room’s holo-communicator and out of the ready room heading across the bridge towards the Mark seven captain’s chair as Damrus stood up wordlessly turning command of the bridge over to him.

“Report, Lieutenant Nerah.” Callum said as he sat down in the mark seven command chair.

“We just dropped out of warp, sir. I’m following the flight plan that we were provided.” Reading the readout on the help console Nerah let out a low whistle and said, “There’s A LOT of traffic out there.”

“Put it on screen, Commander Rel.” Callum ordered.

Within seconds the viewscreen was filled with the real-time image of the bustling traffic, mostly military, in orbital space of the homeworld of the Romulan Star Empire.

Frak me sideways with a photon grenade and call me a Ferengi!" Nerah muttered softly.

“I’m detecting approximately fifteen-hundred satellites in orbit of the planet. One of the most impressive arrays of orbital defense platforms I’ve ever seen, and a half dozen D’deridex class warbirds.” Navesh ssaid from Ops, “And that’s just what’s near the planet. The mid-system defense perimeter is nearly as impressive.”

“Captain.” Damrus said, “We’re received transporter coordinates and a reminder that we are only cleared to enter orbit and beam the Ambassador down Before immediately coming about an leaving Romulan space at our best speed.”

“Well, we best be followin’ the instructions. After all we are more than a little outgunned right now.” Callum said, “Commander Rel, advise the Ambassador that we have arrived an’ that ah will meet him in transporter room one.”

“Aye, sir.” Damrus said as he tapped instructions into the console in front of him as Callum stood up and headed for he turbolift.
=/\=​
Ten minutes later Callum was standing in the transporter room with Spock while Ensign Rita Tannenbaum stood at the transporter control panel.

“Dae ye have the coordinates tae beam the Ambassador, Ensign?” Callum asked.

“Yes, sir. I do.” Tannenbaum replied.

Turning to look at Spock and McCoy Callum said, “Its been a pleasure havin’ ye onboard.”

“It has been agreeable to see you again.” Spock said.

Stepping up onto the transporter platform Spock looked to Ensign Tannenbaum and said, “Energize.”

Tapping his combadge once Spock had dematerialized Callum said, “MacLeod tae Rel.”

“Rel here.” Damrus’ disembodied voice replied from the combadge on Callum’s chest.

“The Ambassador has beamed down tae the surface.” Callum said as he turned and headed for the exit, “Have Lieutenant Nerah break orbit and lay in a course for the Chedrova system an’ engage at maximum warp as soon as we are clear o’ the planet’s warp safety perimeter. Ah’ll be in the observation lounge if ye need me. MacLeod oot.”
 
=/\= Chapter Twelve =/\=​

Stardate 57498.33 (July 1, 2380. 09:22 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Jarudian cruiser Vhsern
Chedrova System, Sector 25711, United Federation of Planets

Slowly working its way among the asteroids of the Chedrova ‘s asteroid belt, stopping every once in a while to scan with a purple scanning beam was a huge insect similar in appearance to a cybernetic centipede without legs. On its outer shell were small circular lumps that looked distinctly technological.

“Have you located any of the ore?” The Jadaurian general-priest, K’nk’lah, replied from where he at in the throne-like command chair of the Jarudians battle cruiser.

“Not yet, General.” The insectoid Jadaurian lieutenant, T’sh’kla, replied in their native language that consisted of clicks pops and chirps.

“Increase your efforts. The guide says we need the ore to power the weapon. If we don’t build it the infidels will destroy us and our allies.” K’nk’lah said, “I will be communing with the guide. Do not disturb me.”

Without another work exchanged between them K’nk’lah turned and headed down a corridor for a temporal communicator much like the ones the Suliban used to communicate with their ‘guide’ the mysterious figure from the future that commanded the Suliban Cabal, Jamron Harnoth.
 
=/\= Chapter Thirteen =/\=​

Stardate 57504 (July 3, 2380. 11:13 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar space, Sector 25709, United Federation of Planets

“Captain I have what appears to be a Starfleet runabout on sensors bearing zero four five mark zero zero one, distance one point two light years. From these readings it appears to be in distress.” Navesh said from the operations station several hours later.

“Do we ken who she is?” Callum asked as he turned towards Navesh.

“Negative, sir.” Navesh replied, “Its transponder system is severely damaged. We’re receiving less than half of the standard general information.”

“Are ye detecting any other ships in the vicinity?” Callum asked.

Looking at the readouts on her station Navesh said, “No, sir.”

“Very well, send the coordinates tae the helm.” Callum said as he sat in the Mark Seven Captain’s chair, “Lieutenant Nerah, alter our course. Let’s go see what’s going on. Commander Rel, alert all departments tae prepare for S.I.D. operations.”

“Are there any lifesigns on the runabout?” Callum asked turning to look at the shapely Orion operations officer.

“There is significant interference from the damaged systems. Ah will nae be able tae tell until we are we are within transporter range.” Navesh answered after double checking the sensor readouts on her station.

“Well, a runabout doesn’t usually fly itself out tae the middle o’ nowhere an’ sustain significant damage all by itself.” Callum said. Turning to face the tactical station he continued on saying, “Lieutenant th’Chayn, keep an eye out for any ships; Ah dinnae want any surprises.”

“Aye, sir.” Shrak replied from the tactical station as he busied himself with monitoring the sensor readouts.

“Lieutenant Nerah, take us tae maximum warp.” Callum ordered.

“Aye, aye sir.” Nerah replied as his fingers danced across the helm console, “I’ll also set up to take us out of warp as close to transporter range as possible.”

Moments later the viewscreen showed the Mjolnir dropping out of warp as Nerah spoke up from the helm saying, “Dropping out of warp. Distance from target thirty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kilometers. Initiating reverse thrust.”

“Commander Tymoshenko, begin scanning the runabout.” Callum ordered, “Commander Rel, notify sickbay that they may be receiving casualties.”

“Beginning sensor scans.” Navesh replied.

“Sensors reading all stop at thirty-nine thousand nine hundred and eighty seven kilometers, Captain.” Nerah reported, “I’m keeping an eye on that runabout Incase we need to bug out quickly.”

“Notifying Sickbay.” Damrus replied as he began tapping commands into the XO/Communications station to have the computer notify Sickbay to expect casualties.

“Captain.” Navesh said turning from the ops station moments later to get Callum’s attention.

Turning to face Navesh at Ops Callum said, “Yes, Commander?”

“Sensors are reading that it is cold in the escape pod.” Navesh said.

“How cold?” Callum asked curiously.

“Cold enough that a Ferengi would have his hands in his own pockets.” Navesh said with a chuckle in her voice.

“That’s cold!” Callum replied in kind.

“We’re also detecting one life sign onboard the runabout. Transporting the survivor to Sickbay.” Navesh reported moments later. Seconds later she continued on saying, “The survivor is in sickbay.”

“Captain, I haven’t been able to access her computer. It seems to be inaccessible due to damage.” Damrus said from the XO/Communications station.

“Understood, Commander.” Callum said turning to his right to face Damrus, “The bridge is yours, Ah’ll be in sickbay. Send a message tae Starfleet informing them o’ the runabout’s position and asking them tae dispatch a tug or a border service cutter tae begin a salvage mission.”

“Aye, sir.” Damrus replied from the XO/Communications station.

Turning to look at the helm as he stood up Damrus continued on saying, “Lieutenant Nerah, return us tae our previous course and engage at warp nine point five.”

Turning to look Damrus as he stood up said, “The bridge is yours, Commander Rel. Ah’ll be in sickbay checking on our new passenger.”

Walking into sickbay moments later Callum saw Melina standing beside one of the biobeds scanning an mountainous unconscious Nausicaan who lay there in a tattered Starfleet uniform.

Walking over to the biobed Callum said, “How’s your patient. Doctor?”

“Recovering remarkably well thanks to his Nausicaan physiology, Captain. He should be conscious within moments. I’ve taken the liberty of administering an analgesic so he’s not in any discomfort when he regains consciousness.” Melina said.

“Have ye determined who our guest is?” Callum asked noticing the rank pins on his collar that indicated that he was a full lieutenant.

"No, I was more concerned with treating his injuries than what to call him. However Nausicaans don’t usually impersonate Starfleet officers and he is in a Starfleet uniform so I’d put credits on him not being a threat.” Melina said honestly.

Once the man opened his eyes and looked around Callum said, “Ahm Captain Callum MacLeod. Ye are onboard the Mjolnir; we found ye unconscious onboard the runabout. Can ye tell us what happened? We were nae able tae get any info from the runabout’s computer, Lieutenant…”

“Gratakka, sir.” The Nausicaan man said, “I was assigned to take the Mississippi to Starbase Twelve. On my way an unknown bio-ship dropped out of warp and opened fire without warning. The last thing I remember before waking up here is consoles exploding all around me. Don’t get me wrong, but I’m surprised to be waking up at all never mind waking up feeling as good as I do.”

“We’ll ahm glad that ye were able tae wake up.” Callum said, “As for the feeling good that is thanks tae Doctor Pax. We’re currently on our way to the Chedrova system, but ahm sure that we could arrange a rendezvous with another vessel so that ye are nae stuck with us.”

“I’m between assignments at the moment, Captain. So it really doesn’t matter to me where I am. The ‘fleet is my life.” The mountainous Nausicaan replied honestly.

“What’s your specialty, Lieutenant?” Callum asked.

“Security and tactical operations, sir.” Gratakka replied.

“Once Doctor Pax certifies ye fit tae be released she’ll have ye assigned quarters and have someone show ye tae them.” Callum said.

“Thank-you, sir.” Gratakka said, “With permission I would appreciate being assigned to a duty shift, sir. Even if it is just temporarily. I’ve never been good with keeping busy when I don’t have work to do.”

With a chuckle in his voice Callum said, “Ah’ll have my Security Chief, Lieutenant th’Chayn, see what duty he can assign ye and reach out tae you.”

“Thank-you, sir.” Gratakka said gratefully.

Looking at the Trill physician Callum said, “Ah’ll be on the bridge if ye need anything, Doctor.”

“Understood, sir.” Melina replied before Callum turned and headed for the exit.
 
=/\= Chapter Fourteen =/\=​

Stardate 57507.37 (July 4, 2380. 16:45 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar space, Sector 25709, United Federation of Planets

As Callum was sitting behind the ready room desk the door chime sounded to signal that someone was waiting in the corridor for permission to enter. Looking up from the desktop monitor Callum looked at the door as he wondered who was in the corridor wanting to speak to him. Figuring there was really only one way to find out Callum spoke up saying the standard Starfleet invitation/command of ‘enter’ to let whoever was waiting in the corridor know that they had permission to enter the ready room. Seconds later the ready room door slid open with a whoosh allowing the mountainous Lieutenant Gratakka to walk into the ready room and up to the desk.

“What can ah dae for ye, Lieutenant?” Callum asked the mountainous Nausicaan.

“I request permission to formally join your crew, Captain.” Gratakka said formally.

“Are ye sure? It could be a long time before ye are able tae see home again.” Callum said.

“I’m sure. I don’t have anything or anyone waiting for me back home. Or anywhere else in fact.” Gratakka said honestly, “Joining Starfleet made me an outcast among my people… not that it’s a bad thing since they’re nothing but cutthroats, mercenaries and pirates.”

“Why dae ye want tae join us?” Callum asked.

“To be honest, sir, Its been a long time since I felt like I belonged anywhere and the time I’ve spent onboard the Mjolnir makes me feel like this is somewhere I could feel that I could belong.” Gratakka said honestly.

After a moment’s silence Callum stood up and extended his hand as he said, “Welcome tae the Mjolnir, Mister Gratakka.”

“Thank-you, Captain.” Gratakka said, “I promise that I won’t let ye down, sir.”

“Ah ken that ye will nae.” Callum said, “Is there anything else ye need, Lieutenant.”

“No, sir.” Gratakka replied.

“In that case ah’ll have Commander Rel put in for the transfer an’ assign ye permanent quarters. Ah suggest that ye swing by engineering tae get a new combadge an’ unit pin.” Callum said.

“Aye, sir.” Gratakka said before turning and heading for the ready room door.
 
=/\= Chapter Fifteen =/\=​

Stardate 57511.9 (July 6, 2380. 08:32 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Chedrova System, Sector 25711, United Federation of Planets

“We’re on final approach to the Chedrova system, captain.” Nerah reported from the helm on the Mjolnir’s bridge.

“Slow tae impulse, Ensign Nerah, and take us into the system.” Callum said. Continuing on he said, “Lieutenant Vhela, what are the sensors picking up?”

Working her console and reviewing the sensor data displayed on the console before she spoke the curvy Barzan woman said, “There’s a lot of debris and rogue objects in the system. Most likely from a relatively more violent formation then other systems. Sensors are also detecting two M class planets, three class D planets with highly irregular orbits, a class X planet, an abnormally dense asteroid belt with unusually high amounts of tritanum and duranium, and four class J gas giants three Class N planets two co-orbital K class planets and a class G planet.”

“Any indication where the energy wave came from?” Callum asked.

“Based on these readings it appears to have originated from or near the Class X planet.” Vhela reported.

“Take us in, Mister Nerah.” Callum ordered.
=/\=​
“Now entering high orbit of he planet, sir” Nerah reported moments later.

“What dae we have on sensors?” Callum asked.

“According to sensors the planet is still largely intact, however it does have a significant cloud of debris around the planet which seems to have come from ejections from the planet’s break up. There is also significant shifts in the gravitational field which is causing the debris cloud to be quite turbulent.” Vhela reported as she red the various readouts on the science station’s displays.

“Any signs o’ what caused the wave?” Callum asked.

“It looks like a massive explosion recently occurred on the surface of the planet. It looks like all of the planet’s dilithium was detonated at the same time. If I was a betting lady I’d put my credits on that being what fractured the planet and caused the energy wave.” Vhela said.

“Captain, sensors have detected something in the debris cloud.” Navesh piped up from Ops.

“Is it a ship?” Callum asked.

“My guess would be yes.” Navesh said, “But it appears to be mostly organic with significant cybernetic augmentation.”

“Borg?” Callum queried.

“Definitely not, sir.” Navesh replied, “Even with the sensor interference its clearly not Borg tech.”

“Are we able tae get a visual on those coordinates, Commander Rel?” Callum asked.

After a moment Damrus said, “Yes, sir. But it may not be the best quality image because of the kelbonite and fistrium in the debris cloud.”

Seconds later the viewscreen flickered to life with the static filled image of a section of the debris cloud; as the image flickered and jumped Callum said, “Can ye clear that up, Commander?”

“I’ll have it cleared up in just a moment.” Damrus said, “I’m applying a new filtering protocol that we came up a couple weeks ago. It should clear up the image in a moment, sir.”

Seconds later the static filled image on the viewscreen resolved itself into a clear image of the asteroids in the field. Slowly working its way among the asteroids, stopping every once in a while to scan with a purple scanning beam was a huge insect similar in appearance to a cybernetic centipede without legs. On its outer shell were small circular lumps that looked distinctly technological.

With a low whistle Navesh said, “That thing’s massive. Navigational sensors say It’s a kilometer wide and three kilometers long.”

“What sort o’ a ship is this?” Callum asked, more to himself than anyone else. After a pause, he asked, “Are there any life-forms aboard?”

A brief pause while she checked the sensor returns on her console Navesh said, “There seem to be large numbers of life-forms aboard. Five hundred insectoids… and one Suliban.”

“Mhac na galla…” Callum muttered cursing in Scottish Gaelic. Switching back to Federation Standard English as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully he said, “Send a standard greeting on all channels, Commander Rel.”

“Aye, sir.” Damrus replied as his fingers danced across the XO/Communications station. Moments later he said, “No reply, sir.”

“Its altering course and coming this way.” Navesh reported.

“Ah’ve got a bad feelin’.” Callum said as he unconsciously edged forward in his chair perching himself as close to the viewscreen and helm station as possible without falling flat on his face and looking like a fool.

There was a pause, and then, a moment later Shrak said “There’s an energy build up in several spots on its forward… section”

“SHIELDS!” Callum barked.

Without warning half a dozen green beams lanced out from the ship and impacted against the Mjolnir’s shields, mere seconds after they reached full power, automatically triggering a red alert.

“Forward shields are holding.” Shrak reported from the tactical station.


“Return fire!” Callum ordered as he gripped the arm rests of the command chair.

“Aye, aye sir. Firing phasers!” Shrak said from tactical as his fingers flew across the console.

“Attack patterns at your discretion, Lieutenant Nerah! Keep pouring on the phaser fire!” Callum ordered as the Mjolnir rocked under repeated phaser impacts against their shields.

Under Nerah’s guidance the Mjolnir accelerated towards the massive bio-ship with its phasers firing as the they rocked under the impact of Jarudian phaser fire. Once the two ships flew past each other they banked each to their own port side and came about for another attack run on the other ship.

“They’re coming about for another attack run.” Navesh reported.

“So are we.” Nerah replied from the helm.

“Firing phasers!” Shrak said from the tactical station as the Mjolnir was rocked by the impact of more Jaurdian phaser fire.

“Commander Rel, take control of the torpedo launchers, load a volley into the forward launchers have another on standby and hold for my order to fire.” Callum ordered as golden beams of phaser energy lanced out from the forward phaser arrays.

“Their forward shields are at ninety-five percent.” Navesh reported as the ship shuttered again, “Our forward shields are at seventy percent.”

“Firing phasers!” Shrak said from the tactical station as the Mjolnir was rocked by the impact of more phaser impacts.

“Report!” Callum asked.

“Their shields are at seventy-five percent.” Navesh reported as the Mjolnir rocked as its shields took more hits.

“Our shields?” Callum asked.

“Seventy-two percent.” Navesh replied as the two ships closed on each other and traded weapons fire.

“Commander Rel, bring the countermeasure systems on-line.” Callum ordered as the Mjolnir shuddered.

“Communications jamming active, photonic counter measures ready.” Damrus reported from the XO/Communications Station.

“Pop chaff, Commander.” Callum ordered.

“Aye, aye sir.” Damrus replied pressing the glowing indicator on his console that said ‘LAUNCH’.

On the aft dorsal hull of the Mjolnir two articulated panels next to the emergency plasma exhaust vents retracted and a torpedo-like cylinder was launched by an electro-magnetic launch system in each opening. The devices hung in space for a moment until their onboard computers recognized an enemy targeting scanner and caused them to detonate with a blinding flash designed to interfere with targeting sensors.

As the Mjolnir rocked once again Damrus said, “Countermeasures have disrupted their targeting lock, but the effect won’t last long.”

“Commander Rel, take control o’ the torpedo launchers an’ load the forward launchers with volleys o’ quantum torpedoes set tae maximum. Lieutenant th’Chayn, keep pouring on the phaser fire.” Callum said issuing orders.

“Aye, captain.” Shrak said from the tactical station as the viewscreen showed the colossal ship

“Torpedoes ready.” Damrus reported

“Fire torpedoes, then reload and fire again!” Callum ordered as he gripped the arm rests of his command chair as the ship rocked under the impact of the Jaurdian beams, “Lieutenant th’Chayn continue firing the phasers at will!”

“Aye, sir. Firing phasers! Highest possible repeat rate.” Shrak said as wave after wave of golden beams of phaser energy lanced out from the phaser arrays.

“Torpedoes away! Loading second volley. First volley will impact in six seconds. Second volley away!” Damrus reported from the XO/Communications Station.

As the Mjolnir rocked under the impact of more phaser beams as the ship banked to port Callum formulated a plan and asked, “Can we get a transporter beam through their shields?”

“No, they’re too strong.” Navesh replied after a quick survey of the readouts at her station.

“Lieutenant Nerah, how do ye feel aboot doin’ a ‘Crazy Ivan’?” Callum asked.

“I’ve always wanted to try one.” The Bajoran helmsman replied as his fingers began dancing across the helm console.

“Commander Rel fire the torpedoes as soon as ye get a target lock. Lieutenant Vagris, don’t wait for my orders fire the phasers as soon as you are able to!”

Under Nerah’s guidance the bridge crew lurched to one side as the Mjolnir started to turn in a clockwise motion. As the ship came about so it was facing one hundred and eighty degrees from the previous way it had been facing and accelerated towards the bio-ship smiled as he mercilessly fired the Mjolnir’s forward phaser arrays repeatedly while Damrus fired a trio of quantum torpedoes from each of the two forward firing launch tubes unleashing a ferocious combined onslaught against the Jaurdian’s shields.

“Forward shields are at seventy percent!” Navesh reported as she gripped the edge of the Ops station to steady herself as the ship rocked.

“Quantum torpedoes ready to fire!” Damrus reported once again from the XO/Communications/ Auxiliary Control station.

“Fire torpedoes!” Callum barked as the automatic restraints of the command chair held him fast in the seat, “Auxiliary power to the forward shields!”

On the viewscreen the white glow of the sustainer engines of the quantum torpedoes streaked through space towards the ship in single file. Slamming into the bio-ship’s forward shields unleashing three massive bursts of energy against the Jaurian’s shields in rapid succession.

“Status of the their shields?” Callum barked.

“Eighty percent.” Navesh reported.

“Firing phasers.” Shrak announced as he worked the console.

“Fire the quantum torpedoes!” Callum ordered as the Mjolnir rocked under the onslaught of more weapon impacts as the two ships closed on each other.

“They are launching what looks like a tricobalt device.” Navesh reported.

“Take it out!” Callum ordered.

“Aye, aye sir.” Shrak said as his fingers flew over the tactical console causing the Mjolnir’s phasers to fire at the Jaurdian tricobalt device as it streaked towards the Mjolnir.

Once the alien tricobalt device exploded harmlessly in space the phasers switched to firing on the Jaurdian’s shield emitters and weapons ports reducing the shields effectiveness and slowly damaging their emitters.

Without warning a teal colored energy beam lanced out from the Jaurdian bio-ship and grazed the Mjolnir’s starboard shield as the ship banked In an instant the power level in the shields to forty percent and draining power throughout the ship.

“What the frak?” Shrak exclaimed as the ship bucked like a bronco, “Shields just dropped to twenty percent.”

“That was some kind of power dampening weapon.” Navesh said as the Mjolnir rocked again, “We’ve got power outages throughout the ship. That was just a grazing shot. If it’d been a clean hit we’d probably be dead in the water”

“Helm, take us to the nearest gas giant, best possible speed.” Callum ordered as the ship bobbed and weaved avoiding as many phaser beams as possible.

As the Mjolnir banked and headed for the nearest gas giant the ship rocked under the impact of a Jaurdian bio-torpedo impacting against the weakened shields and blowing out relays throughout the ship. Including on the bridge. As vapor spilled onto the bridge from a conduit in the alcove at the aft of the bridge the tactical station exploded in a shower of sparks and debris sending Shrak flying back.

“Computer activate EMH.” Callum ordered.

Seconds later the mark four emergency medical hologram suddenly appeared rippled and dissolved into rapidly dissipating holographic static just as quickly.

“Unable to comply.” The computer’s voice said.

“Why?” Callum queried.

“Insufficient power to the bridge holo-emitters.” The computer reported.

“MEDICAL TEAM TO THE BRIDGE!” Damrus shouted as Shrak landed on the deck and lay still with blue blood oozing from various cuts, “Transferring tactical control!”

As a medical team sprinted onto the bridge moments later and began tending to him Callum said, “Lieutenant Vhela, what can ye tell me aboot the gas giant?”

“It’s a standard Class J, except it has unusually strong magnetic fields that are interfering with getting a clear readings beyond a couple hundred meters into the atmosphere.” Vhela replied.

Speaking up from where she sat at Ops Navesh said, "I wouldn't recommend getting to close. Wind speeds are in excess of two-thousand kilometers per hour, and the radiation belts in the magnetosphere will become lethal in short time."

"How much radiation?" Callum asked.

"The closest moon receives at least thirty-eight hundred rems per orbit." Navesh answered.

“Perfect!” Callum exclaimed, “Lieutenant Nerah, lay in a sixty degree vector an’ take us in an’ hold position one hundred kilometers below the cloud tops at the northern magnetic pole. Commander Tymoshenko, launch a class one probe an’ have it hold position at the edge o’ the cloud cover.”

The view screen began to fill with the vista of the massive planet as the sight of it reminded Callum of Jupiter, with its swirling clouds of multiple browns and greens. It had no signature markings or features, but at one of the poles was a clear and brilliant display of lights.

"Entering the upper atmosphere now, sir." Nerah said.

As the Mjolnir dived into the atmosphere of the Jupiter-like planet the entire ship began rumbling as it was buffeted by gale force winds while it plugged deeper and deeper.

“Sensors resolution is dropping off at a fifteen kilometers.” Navesh reported, “Attempting to compensate.”

“Things should clear up right away.” Vhela chimed in, “We’re about to break through the cyclohexane layer.”

Seconds later the rust colored clouds of the cycloheane gave way to swirling blue clouds as the Mjolnir plunged deeper into the atmosphere. Once they had crossed the boundary between the two cloud layers the ship began rocking almost as violently as it had we it had been taking weapons fire.

“Ah would nae call this an improvement, Lieutenant.” Callum quipped.

Checking her sensor readouts Vhela said, “Its liquid phosphorous. I wouldn’t have expected that under a layer of cyclohexane.”

“Steady as she goes, Mister Nerah.” Callum ordered as the Mjolnir passed through the liquid phosphorous into a lilac colored layer of gaseous methane.

“Leveling off at one hundred kilometers.” Nerah reported.

“How’s our uplink with the probe?” Callum asked.

“Stable.” Navesh said, “Sensors show that the bio-ship is holding position near the planet. They seem to be looking for us.”

“Keep an eye on them an’ keep us oot o’ sight until ah say otherwise.” Callum ordered.

Tapping his combadge Callum said, “Bridge tae Engineering, report.”

“What in the name of the leprous demons of Gorush is going on up there?” The voice of the surly yet brilliant Tellarite engineer said coming from Callum’s combadge.

“Just a little trouble with the bad guys.” Callum said responding as a Tellarite would figuring it help him relate to his chief engineer, “How long until you have everything fixed up.”

“We’re still picking up the pieces down here. I’ll let you know once I have an idea. Gorsach out.” The voice of the Mjolnir’s crusty Tellarite Chief engineer said coming from Callum’s combadge.

Tapping his combadge again Callum said, “MacLeod tae Sickbay, Report.”

“Sickbay. Pax here. Mostly bumps and bruises. Although there was one fatality… Lieutenant th’Chayn. He was already gone by the time the medical team reached him. Probably even before he hit the deck.” Melina reported somberly.

“Understood, Doctor.” Callum replied somberly, “Let us know if there are any other serious injuries.”

“Will do… Someone shut off that damned EMH!... Sickbay out.” Melina responded before closing the channel.

Once the comm-link quietly clicked closed Callum looked over at Damrus and said, “The bridge is yours, Commander.”

Without waiting for a reply Callum stood up and headed straight for the ready room. Once he’d walked past the dedication plaque and into the ready room Callum walked past the blue outlined octagon of the ready room’s holo-communicator and straight to the desk where he sat down in the seat and stared at the blank bulkhead. As Callum stared at the bulkhead in shock the door chime sounded to indicate that someone was waiting outside the ready room for him to give them permission to enter.

"Enter.” Callum said saying Starfleet’s standard command/invitation to let whoever was on the other side of the door know that it was okay to enter.

Seconds later the ready room door slid open with a whoosh allowing Navesh to sashay into the ready room. Walking around the ready room desk and hopping up so she was sitting on the desktop beside Callum with her legs crossed at the ankles as Navesh flashed him a broad smile as he looked up at her.

“What can ah do for ye, mah Bonnie lass?” Callum asked.

“I came to check on you. You seemed pretty rattled when Melina…” Navesh said trailing off.

“He’s the first crewman I’ve lost as a Captain.” Callum said.

“Those… whatever they are out there… killed him not you.” Navesh said, “And not to sound insensitive but he knew the risks of serving in Starfleet just like the rest of us.”

“That does nae make it any easier.” Callum replied.

“It’s not suppose to.” Navesh said, “Once we get through this, we’ll get through it together.”
 
=/\= Chapter Sixteen =/\=​

Stardate 57512.41 (July 6, 2380. 13:01 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Chedrova System, Sector 25711, United Federation of Planets

As he sat behind the desk in his ready room Callum’s combadge chirped to signal that he had and incoming hail waiting for him. After setting the bottle of lime flavored pick-a-pop down on the desktop he tapped the silver outline of the Starfleet delta on top of two vertical gold quadrangles on his chest to open the channel.

“MacLeod. Go ahead.” Callum said after opening the comm-link.

“Commander Rel, Captain.” Damrus’ disembodied voice said coming from Callum’ combadge, “Engineering reports that we’re ready to come out of hiding. Telemetry from the probe shows that the bio-ship is still holding position waiting for us to emerge.”

“Thank-ye, Commander. Have Lieutenant Nerah take us tae the planet’s southern magnetic pole, bear possible speed, but keep us in the atmosphere. Ah’ll be there right away. MacLeod out.” Callum said before tapping his combadge to close the comm-link.

As the comm-link clicked closed Callum stood up and walked out of his ready room onto the bridge and saw their newest crewmember, Lieutenant Gratakka, sitting at the newly repaired tactical station as he said, “Report.”

Vacating the center seat as he spoke Damrus said, “We’re en route for the southern magnetic pole.”

“Fantastic.” Callum said as he sat own in the center seat. Turning and looking at the tactical station he said, “Lieutenant Gratakka, ah want ye tae give us the visual an’ sensor profile o’ a Sovereign before we emerge from the cloud cover.”

“Aye, sir.” The mountainous Nausicaan replied from tactical as he began tapping commands into the computer console in front of him. Seconds later he continued on saying, “Program loaded and standing by to activate.”

“Captain, we’ve reached the planet’s southern magnetic pole.” Nerah reported as he guided the Mjolnir through the maelstrom that was the gas giant’s atmosphere.

“Engage the holo-mask, Lieutenant Gratakka. Take us up Lieutenant Nerah. Keep us oot o’ the bio-ship’s sight until we are at orbital distance then take us tae the northern magnetic pole on a trajectory that makes it look like we entered the system from below its orbital plane.”

As Nerah and Gratakka each responded with an ‘aye, sir’ the Mjolnir, in the guise of a Sovereign class starship, rose out of the swirling clouds of the gas giant like an avenging angel. Banking to port the Mjolnir accelerated and followed the curve of the planet towards its northern pole.

“I’ve got the bio-ship on sensors.” Navesh reported, “They’ve detected us and are moving to intercept.’

“We’re receiving an audio transmission, Captain.” Damrus reported.

“Open the channel.” Callum ordered.

Seconds later the bridge was filled with the squeals and clicks of the Jaurdian language as the universal translator began translating into Federation Standard English, “This is General-Priest K’nk’lah, of the holy Jaurdian cruiser Vhsern, demanding your unconditional surrender to the forces of the Jaurdian Triumvirate - Suliban Cabal alliance.”

“This system is under the protection o’ the Untied Federation o’ Planets. If ye stand down your weapons we are prepared tae begin negotiations for peaceful relations between the Federation and your people.” Callum said.

“We do not negotiate with infidels! This communication is over.” K’nk’lah said as the disguised Mjolnir shuddered under the impact of the Jaurdian power draining weapon.

“Shields are holding.” Gratakka reported as the red alert lights began flashing throughout the ship.

“That was their power draining weapon.” Navesh reported from Ops, “Apparently, the holo-mask blocks is effects somehow.”

“Ahm nae gonna look this gift horse in the mouth.” Callum said to no one in particular, “Return fire!”

“Aye, aye sir. Firing phasers!” Gratakka said from tactical as his fingers flew across the console.

“Attack patterns at your discretion, Lieutenant Nerah! Keep pouring on the phaser fire, Mister Gratakka!” Callum ordered as the Mjolnir rocked under repeated phaser impacts.

Under Nerah’s guidance the Mjolnir accelerated towards the massive bio-ship with its phasers firing as the they rocked under the impact of Jarudian phaser fire. Once the two ships flew past each other they banked each to their own port side and came about for another attack run on the other ship.

“They’re coming about for another attack run.” Navesh reported.

“So are we.” Nerah replied from the helm.

“Firing phasers!” Shrak said from the tactical station as the Mjolnir was rocked by the impact of more Jaurdian phaser fire.

“Commander Rel, take control of the torpedo launchers, load a volley o’ quantum torpedoes in tae the forward launchers an’ hold for my order to fire.” Callum ordered as golden beams of phaser energy lanced out from the forward phaser arrays.

“Their forward shields are at ninety-five percent.” Navesh reported as the ship shuttered again, “Our forward shields are at seventy percent.”

“Firing phasers!” Gratakka said from the tactical station.

“Report!” Callum asked.

“Their shields are at seventy-five percent.” Navesh reported as the Mjolnir rocked as its shields took more hits.

“Our shields?” Callum asked.

“Seventy-two percent.” Navesh replied as the two ships closed on each other and traded weapons fire.

“Fire quantum torpedoes!” Callum ordered as he gripped the arm rests of his command chair as the ship rocked under the impact of the Jaurdian phaser beams, “Lieutenant Gratakka, continue firing the phasers!”

“Aye, sir. Firing phasers!” Gratakka said as wave after wave of golden beams of phaser energy lanced out from the phaser arrays.

“The Vhsern’s shields are down to sixty percent… fifty-five percent.” Navesh reported.

“Torpedoes away! Impact in six seconds!” Damrus reported from the XO/Communications Station.

Seconds later four golden lights from the quantum torpedoes sustainer engines flew from the Mjolnir’s forward torpedo launchers as they sped away on course for the monolith Jaurdian ship. Slamming into the nearest side the first couple, in concert with the repeated phaser impacts, opened a hole in the Jaurdian shields allowing the remaining ones access to the alien hull itself where they detonated each tearing a hole into the ship causing secondary explosions that created significant amounts of damage themselves.

“The Vhsern’s shields are failing.” Navesh announced, “They are trying to powering up their warp drive, but it appears to be unstable.” Navesh said.

On the viewscreen the waves of green and white lightning began rippling along the Jaurdian ship’s hull causing secondary explosions wherever they made contact. In a blinding flashlight of light the Jaurdian ship tore itself apart transforming into a rapidly expanding sphere of flaming plasma as well as technological and biological debris.

“Survivors?” Callum asked.

“Negative, sir.” Navesh said somberly as she read he readouts on her station, “None of the debris out there is larger than a meter across.”

Turning to face Damrus he said, “Ye have the bridge, Commander Rel. Ah’ll be in mah ready room get Command on the comm and route it tae mah ready room.”

“Aye, sir.” Damrus said somberly as he stood up to take the center seat.
=/\=​
Hours later the Callum, Damrus, Navesh, Vhela, Nerah, Prolasch, and Melina stood solemnly in the observation lounge on deck one aft of the bridge in their dress uniforms as the Mjolnir lazily orbited Starbase Twelve. Holding out a small, metal box Callum walked to each of them and paused as each one reached in and pulled a black bar from the box and attached it to the collars of their uniform.

Mourning bands for a lost colleague.

Setting the box down on one of the tables Callum reached into the box and attached one of the bars to his own collar before picking up a bottle from the table and pouring seven glasses Ballantine’s Finest Blended Malt Scotch and passing them out.

Raising his glass in a toast Callum solemnly said, “Tae absent friends.”
The adventures of the Mjolnir’s crew will continue in…
Star Trek: Mjolnir – Dogs Of War​
 
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