The Rogers family appeared to their neighbours and anyone who knew them as any other normal family. At exactly 8 every weekday morning, like clockwork Bill Rogers would start up his classic Buick hovercar, and reverse out his driveway whilst heading in the general direction of his workplace. Always arriving in plenty of time to report for duty, he would commence his shift piloting the civilian air tram along the regular route he was assigned to. His Monday to Friday shift would end with him dropping off his last passengers for shift end at 14.00. Half an hour later, the ocean blue Buick would pull into the driveway at home. You could set your clock by him, and the nosiest of neighbours in the street usually did.
Martha Rogers; house-proud wife and lynchpin of the family would head out of the house at 8.30 every weekday morning, making her work on foot. The nearness of the infant nursery would deem it incredibly lazy to take a car, bus or taxi. At exactly 13.00, her four hour shift would be concluded, and she would make her way home.
Bill and Martha were the proud parents of their only daughter; Amanda. She was a credit to them both and excelled in her schooling beyond her parents wildest expectations. But then her parents had always been concerned if the day would come when school wouldn’t be challenging enough. On many occasions, Amanda had questioned her parents if there were any members of the family or ancestors who had their IQ at genius level, or were exceptionally gifted scholars. Upon the first time she had asked the question, naturally, her parents had been curious as what had prompted the line of questioning. Amanda had found that she was different to all the other students, in the academic sense. Bill and Martha explained to her that everyone, even adults, learned at different paces. Some people learn incredibly fast, and adapt with ease whilst eating new challenges for breakfast. Others require a bit more coaching, guidance, and extra tutorials.
She couldn’t help but feel that when it came to questions of that nature, her parents were expertly avoiding the real answer. That though was another change she had started to notice and that was that she really knew if people were telling the truth or hiding something from her. She also noticed more when people were mocking her behind her back, avoiding answering questions, and all other manner of unpalatable behaviours. But that was just the tip of the iceberg for strange and unpredictable occurrences in her life. It was almost as if the solid, dependable adults that were her parents, that she had looked up to all her life, had become incredibly erratic and accident prone. Slips in the kitchen, tumbles down the stairs, the nicking of a finger whilst preparing food, were just some of the examples of the many trauma’s her parents had recently experienced.
One evening she couldn’t sleep, and in her over tired state she caught snippets from what seemed like a very fraught and anxious conversation. The jumbled bits she seemed to hear was something about the snapping of fingers and something closing in. Again her mother and father would avoid her question like it was a game of hide and seek. She learnt that it was best not to ask any questions, as she would never receive the answers she sought. Little did she know that one day the answers, when she least expected them, would be forthcoming.
As soon as the summer holidays came that year, her parents packed her off in a wild and panicked move to her ‘Aunt Susan.’ She wasn’t really her Aunt as such, but was a very close workmate of Martha’s, and in general, close friend of the family’s. It had been several weeks into the holidays, whilst staying at the residence in the country, that her family home suddenly existed no more. The weather across the planet had been tamed courtesy of the scientific advancement that was known as the Federation weather grid. However, a freak tornado had suddenly appeared without any prior indication, and solely destroyed the Rogers family home, leaving no traces. As quickly as the tornado had appeared, it disappeared. There had been no signs that a tornado would happen, and it had escaped complete detection by the grid. Scientists had found it completely baffling, and a complete investigation, including full diagnostic and overhaul of all systems and components.
Amanda was now an orphan, and in the slow course of her grieving, she had discovered the powerful emotion of anger. She had never known such a destructive force in her relatively short experience of life so far, and something told her that left unchecked, the barely controlled fury threatened to leave a trail of destruction in its wake. Of this she was certain and had never been more certain of anything in her life. Many years passed by as Amanda blossomed into a beautiful, intelligent, and charming young woman. She had become everything her own parents had wished for, and more. At a pre-planned moment in her life, an enigmatic, charismatic, yet arrogant and conceited stranger came into her life, during her posting aboard the U.S.S Enterprise 1701-D. He claimed to be from an omnipotent race called the Q, which also happened to be his name. Q explained to Amanda that her wonder of why she felt she was so different due to her varying gifts such as academic excellence, were thanks to good breeding. He explained that her parents were former Q, but had enough of living forever and a day, and decided to live out their lives as humans.
After demonstrating her possible potential, he offered her the opportunity to explore her abilities and life as a Q. After much debating, she left with Q for parts unknown, and commenced a voyage of discovery full of wonder and awe. Although he never would mention it to her, Amanda had the potential to become the most powerful Q ever. He was tasked with guiding her in the right way and ensuring that her, and her powers weren’t used for the wrong cause.
The leader of the Continuum had expressly stated that if Q messed up, he would be banished from the Continuum for good, with no chance for reprieve or parole. Although he was informed that should he be banished, he would be allowed to make a choice out of three options on how to live out his days. Q couldn’t have been more wrong about his predictions. Amanda wasn’t only becoming the most powerful Q ever, but the most single, powerful entity in the known universe. Q could definitely see that her continued growth and accelerated development would ultimately lead to a millennia old prophecy coming true that one day, a different kind of Q, of the Q, yet not of the Q, would find their place in the known universe, and evolve into a supreme omnipotent entity. The All. All seeing, all being, all knowing, all controlling, all becoming. Attaining the all. Amanda could, in time, prove to be very beneficial to the Continuum, or prove disastrous to them, and the universe.
Q had the constant nagging thought in his mind that ultimately, Amanda would find out the truth on what happened to her family. Once the truth was uncovered, the question would be, how would she react? With such power, her anger could know no bounds, and for Q to be banished from the Continuum would be the least of his worries. He had already witnessed a demonstration of her emerging power, in a bid to restore the home planet of her favourite race; the El Aurians. Her power at this time was at a developmental stage in a Q’s terms, akin to a human foetus. They had arrived at El Auria, amidst a world ravaged by the metallic shine of assimilation.
Orbiting the once beautiful planet was a vast array of Borg cubes, spheres, diamonds, and scout ships; not accounting for the various assimilated vessels from many a space faring civilisation. The resident Borg Queen had instantly noticed the arrival of the two Q’s, and subsequently ordered all vessels to converge and assimilate. Amanda had felt the surge of power like electricity through her every fibres she stretched out her arms in the Borg’s direction, whilst equally stretching out her hands with her fingers apart. Wave after wave of flames engulfed the oncoming vessels and instantly evaporated them. El Auria’s surface had been scorched free of every remaining shred of assimilation and occupation. Then, with a snap of her fingers, the planet was restored to its former state of a flourishing paradise, with the resident species of El Aurians back in residence. But Q had reminded her that although her powers could bring to fruition every desire, fulfil every fantasy, satisfy any whim, and satiate any thirst for justice, there would be consequences to consider. It wouldn’t always be the case, but for every action, there would be an equal reaction.
The restoration of the homeworld of the race of listeners had severe consequence throughout the timeline. The U.S.S. Enterprise NCC 1701-B encountered the Nexus, but instead of attempting to rescue the entangled ships carrying El Aurian refugees, as in the natural timeline, in the newly created timeline it was attempting rescue of a flotilla of ships carrying refugees from another species. Events played out almost identical to the original timeline, except that as the Starfleet vessel attempted to break free of the anomaly, a ribbon lashed out in a sweeping arc and instantly destroyed the vessel. There were other subtle changes throughout the timeline such as Guinan, not providing Captain Jean Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise 1701-D, with her usual wisdom at times of crisis. First contacts went awry for him, as well as unresolved diplomatic incidents, and a record number of away of missions resulting in deaths. Picard was Q’s favourite human toy, and after informing Amanda of what changes her changes had caused, she immediately put back everything as she found it. She had learnt a valuable lesson that day would sit forever in her mind. She did fleetingly question to herself though that what if all the changes to the timeline had been implemented by Q himself, due to his feelings on tampering with anything related to the Borg, after his admonishment by the Continuum of advancing contact between the Federation and the cybernetic zombies. If that was the case, a simple request of putting everything back to normal would have sufficed. Then as quickly as the thought had entered her mind, it dissipated. Q’s worst fears were then confirmed as Amanda learned the truth whilst assisting a migrating flock of cytoplasmic, empathic life forms navigate their way to their regular breeding grounds through a densely populated starfield of subspace eddy’s. With each statement of her revelations she prodded Q in the chest, emphasising her words.
The Rogers family decision to live out their days in human form, and then siring a family outside the Continuum gave the Council Of Elders cause for concern. Omnipotent beings living in humanoid form amongst humans, could leave them open to all kinds of scenario’s and situations, should their true nature be revealed, or should temptation to use their powers become too much to bear. The leader couldn’t risk any potential disaster arising, and was already uncomfortable with their decision to live amongst humans. The Council decided to create the fake tornado to wipe out the family and their home, yet in that street in Topeka, Kansas, nothing else was touched or damaged. It was if the tornado had never happened, and it was also as if someone had taken a giant eraser and deleted them from existence. The revealed secret that had been concealed from her for so long had made her beyond furious. Ultimately, her trust had been betrayed and she now was unsure of who could be trusted, if anyone at all. As she curled up in the foetal position to find a modicum of comfort in her maelstrom of rage, she just couldn’t shake the thought of what Q had done. As she curled up at the core of Athena Sirius, her rage refused to subside, and increased in ferocity in turn increasing the temperature of the star. The thought of her parent during happier times popped into her mind, and it was then that she had an epiphany. There was a possibility that she could see her parents again; not by time travel as that would be re-living what has been, or undoing what had been done as then they would be forever hunted by the Q. She convinced herself that the only way she would ever see them again would be in the afterlife, if it existed. Although she had been taught that for every reaction there was a reaction, for every cause there was an effect, she knew that the act she contemplated would have consequences that she wouldn’t have to deal with. In her final act, she summoned all of her powers, and all of her rage to accelerate the star to prematurely become a supernova. As she committed suicide, her final thought was that of being with her parents again. As the last embers of her human and Q existence faded to nothing, Amanda Rogers walked towards her parents, who in turn made their way to meet her.
There wasn’t much left o what could be recognized as a standard Starfleet bridge layout. Various gasses sprayed and hissed out of ruptured pipes and conduits. Liquids cascaded out of pipes, mostly causing sparks as the droplets made contact with exposed circuitry. Cables hung menacingly from the ceiling, sparking erratically in some bizarre electrical dance. Where the viewscreen once was, a shimmering clear forcefield had taken its place. Whatever lighting hadn’t been damaged bathed the bridge in a pulsing glow, as the only source of illumination left cast itself ominously. What consoles remained intact were not functioning or flickering sporadically. Scorch marks decorated the walls and floor of the control centre of the mighty vessel, as it continued to drift without power. Bodies littered the bridge, and to the untrained it appeared that there were no survivors.
Martha Rogers; house-proud wife and lynchpin of the family would head out of the house at 8.30 every weekday morning, making her work on foot. The nearness of the infant nursery would deem it incredibly lazy to take a car, bus or taxi. At exactly 13.00, her four hour shift would be concluded, and she would make her way home.
Bill and Martha were the proud parents of their only daughter; Amanda. She was a credit to them both and excelled in her schooling beyond her parents wildest expectations. But then her parents had always been concerned if the day would come when school wouldn’t be challenging enough. On many occasions, Amanda had questioned her parents if there were any members of the family or ancestors who had their IQ at genius level, or were exceptionally gifted scholars. Upon the first time she had asked the question, naturally, her parents had been curious as what had prompted the line of questioning. Amanda had found that she was different to all the other students, in the academic sense. Bill and Martha explained to her that everyone, even adults, learned at different paces. Some people learn incredibly fast, and adapt with ease whilst eating new challenges for breakfast. Others require a bit more coaching, guidance, and extra tutorials.
She couldn’t help but feel that when it came to questions of that nature, her parents were expertly avoiding the real answer. That though was another change she had started to notice and that was that she really knew if people were telling the truth or hiding something from her. She also noticed more when people were mocking her behind her back, avoiding answering questions, and all other manner of unpalatable behaviours. But that was just the tip of the iceberg for strange and unpredictable occurrences in her life. It was almost as if the solid, dependable adults that were her parents, that she had looked up to all her life, had become incredibly erratic and accident prone. Slips in the kitchen, tumbles down the stairs, the nicking of a finger whilst preparing food, were just some of the examples of the many trauma’s her parents had recently experienced.
One evening she couldn’t sleep, and in her over tired state she caught snippets from what seemed like a very fraught and anxious conversation. The jumbled bits she seemed to hear was something about the snapping of fingers and something closing in. Again her mother and father would avoid her question like it was a game of hide and seek. She learnt that it was best not to ask any questions, as she would never receive the answers she sought. Little did she know that one day the answers, when she least expected them, would be forthcoming.
As soon as the summer holidays came that year, her parents packed her off in a wild and panicked move to her ‘Aunt Susan.’ She wasn’t really her Aunt as such, but was a very close workmate of Martha’s, and in general, close friend of the family’s. It had been several weeks into the holidays, whilst staying at the residence in the country, that her family home suddenly existed no more. The weather across the planet had been tamed courtesy of the scientific advancement that was known as the Federation weather grid. However, a freak tornado had suddenly appeared without any prior indication, and solely destroyed the Rogers family home, leaving no traces. As quickly as the tornado had appeared, it disappeared. There had been no signs that a tornado would happen, and it had escaped complete detection by the grid. Scientists had found it completely baffling, and a complete investigation, including full diagnostic and overhaul of all systems and components.
Amanda was now an orphan, and in the slow course of her grieving, she had discovered the powerful emotion of anger. She had never known such a destructive force in her relatively short experience of life so far, and something told her that left unchecked, the barely controlled fury threatened to leave a trail of destruction in its wake. Of this she was certain and had never been more certain of anything in her life. Many years passed by as Amanda blossomed into a beautiful, intelligent, and charming young woman. She had become everything her own parents had wished for, and more. At a pre-planned moment in her life, an enigmatic, charismatic, yet arrogant and conceited stranger came into her life, during her posting aboard the U.S.S Enterprise 1701-D. He claimed to be from an omnipotent race called the Q, which also happened to be his name. Q explained to Amanda that her wonder of why she felt she was so different due to her varying gifts such as academic excellence, were thanks to good breeding. He explained that her parents were former Q, but had enough of living forever and a day, and decided to live out their lives as humans.
After demonstrating her possible potential, he offered her the opportunity to explore her abilities and life as a Q. After much debating, she left with Q for parts unknown, and commenced a voyage of discovery full of wonder and awe. Although he never would mention it to her, Amanda had the potential to become the most powerful Q ever. He was tasked with guiding her in the right way and ensuring that her, and her powers weren’t used for the wrong cause.
The leader of the Continuum had expressly stated that if Q messed up, he would be banished from the Continuum for good, with no chance for reprieve or parole. Although he was informed that should he be banished, he would be allowed to make a choice out of three options on how to live out his days. Q couldn’t have been more wrong about his predictions. Amanda wasn’t only becoming the most powerful Q ever, but the most single, powerful entity in the known universe. Q could definitely see that her continued growth and accelerated development would ultimately lead to a millennia old prophecy coming true that one day, a different kind of Q, of the Q, yet not of the Q, would find their place in the known universe, and evolve into a supreme omnipotent entity. The All. All seeing, all being, all knowing, all controlling, all becoming. Attaining the all. Amanda could, in time, prove to be very beneficial to the Continuum, or prove disastrous to them, and the universe.
Q had the constant nagging thought in his mind that ultimately, Amanda would find out the truth on what happened to her family. Once the truth was uncovered, the question would be, how would she react? With such power, her anger could know no bounds, and for Q to be banished from the Continuum would be the least of his worries. He had already witnessed a demonstration of her emerging power, in a bid to restore the home planet of her favourite race; the El Aurians. Her power at this time was at a developmental stage in a Q’s terms, akin to a human foetus. They had arrived at El Auria, amidst a world ravaged by the metallic shine of assimilation.
Orbiting the once beautiful planet was a vast array of Borg cubes, spheres, diamonds, and scout ships; not accounting for the various assimilated vessels from many a space faring civilisation. The resident Borg Queen had instantly noticed the arrival of the two Q’s, and subsequently ordered all vessels to converge and assimilate. Amanda had felt the surge of power like electricity through her every fibres she stretched out her arms in the Borg’s direction, whilst equally stretching out her hands with her fingers apart. Wave after wave of flames engulfed the oncoming vessels and instantly evaporated them. El Auria’s surface had been scorched free of every remaining shred of assimilation and occupation. Then, with a snap of her fingers, the planet was restored to its former state of a flourishing paradise, with the resident species of El Aurians back in residence. But Q had reminded her that although her powers could bring to fruition every desire, fulfil every fantasy, satisfy any whim, and satiate any thirst for justice, there would be consequences to consider. It wouldn’t always be the case, but for every action, there would be an equal reaction.
The restoration of the homeworld of the race of listeners had severe consequence throughout the timeline. The U.S.S. Enterprise NCC 1701-B encountered the Nexus, but instead of attempting to rescue the entangled ships carrying El Aurian refugees, as in the natural timeline, in the newly created timeline it was attempting rescue of a flotilla of ships carrying refugees from another species. Events played out almost identical to the original timeline, except that as the Starfleet vessel attempted to break free of the anomaly, a ribbon lashed out in a sweeping arc and instantly destroyed the vessel. There were other subtle changes throughout the timeline such as Guinan, not providing Captain Jean Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise 1701-D, with her usual wisdom at times of crisis. First contacts went awry for him, as well as unresolved diplomatic incidents, and a record number of away of missions resulting in deaths. Picard was Q’s favourite human toy, and after informing Amanda of what changes her changes had caused, she immediately put back everything as she found it. She had learnt a valuable lesson that day would sit forever in her mind. She did fleetingly question to herself though that what if all the changes to the timeline had been implemented by Q himself, due to his feelings on tampering with anything related to the Borg, after his admonishment by the Continuum of advancing contact between the Federation and the cybernetic zombies. If that was the case, a simple request of putting everything back to normal would have sufficed. Then as quickly as the thought had entered her mind, it dissipated. Q’s worst fears were then confirmed as Amanda learned the truth whilst assisting a migrating flock of cytoplasmic, empathic life forms navigate their way to their regular breeding grounds through a densely populated starfield of subspace eddy’s. With each statement of her revelations she prodded Q in the chest, emphasising her words.
The Rogers family decision to live out their days in human form, and then siring a family outside the Continuum gave the Council Of Elders cause for concern. Omnipotent beings living in humanoid form amongst humans, could leave them open to all kinds of scenario’s and situations, should their true nature be revealed, or should temptation to use their powers become too much to bear. The leader couldn’t risk any potential disaster arising, and was already uncomfortable with their decision to live amongst humans. The Council decided to create the fake tornado to wipe out the family and their home, yet in that street in Topeka, Kansas, nothing else was touched or damaged. It was if the tornado had never happened, and it was also as if someone had taken a giant eraser and deleted them from existence. The revealed secret that had been concealed from her for so long had made her beyond furious. Ultimately, her trust had been betrayed and she now was unsure of who could be trusted, if anyone at all. As she curled up in the foetal position to find a modicum of comfort in her maelstrom of rage, she just couldn’t shake the thought of what Q had done. As she curled up at the core of Athena Sirius, her rage refused to subside, and increased in ferocity in turn increasing the temperature of the star. The thought of her parent during happier times popped into her mind, and it was then that she had an epiphany. There was a possibility that she could see her parents again; not by time travel as that would be re-living what has been, or undoing what had been done as then they would be forever hunted by the Q. She convinced herself that the only way she would ever see them again would be in the afterlife, if it existed. Although she had been taught that for every reaction there was a reaction, for every cause there was an effect, she knew that the act she contemplated would have consequences that she wouldn’t have to deal with. In her final act, she summoned all of her powers, and all of her rage to accelerate the star to prematurely become a supernova. As she committed suicide, her final thought was that of being with her parents again. As the last embers of her human and Q existence faded to nothing, Amanda Rogers walked towards her parents, who in turn made their way to meet her.
There wasn’t much left o what could be recognized as a standard Starfleet bridge layout. Various gasses sprayed and hissed out of ruptured pipes and conduits. Liquids cascaded out of pipes, mostly causing sparks as the droplets made contact with exposed circuitry. Cables hung menacingly from the ceiling, sparking erratically in some bizarre electrical dance. Where the viewscreen once was, a shimmering clear forcefield had taken its place. Whatever lighting hadn’t been damaged bathed the bridge in a pulsing glow, as the only source of illumination left cast itself ominously. What consoles remained intact were not functioning or flickering sporadically. Scorch marks decorated the walls and floor of the control centre of the mighty vessel, as it continued to drift without power. Bodies littered the bridge, and to the untrained it appeared that there were no survivors.
