RobertScorpio
Pariah
I have BOB DOLE syndrome. Love to talk in third person about my self..guilty as charged
STAR TREK: Project Naissance
- Thread starter RobertScorpio
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I'll go with Gibraltar on this.
An individual captain- Possibly.
The Federation council- Probably not.
Once you start punching holes in a dam the harder it is to hold back the tide the dam is containing. Once you set a prescedent that the PD can be circumvented under certain circumstances then the weaker the PD becomes and the easier it becomes to circumvent. It's a slippery slope basically.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Well.. this would create drama. And I think it would be an interesting topic to explore. So iguess my story will challenge the PD. Maybe they loosen the leash of the PD and it ends up choking her in the end. This could be a TREK tale that ends badly...we shall see I guess
You should have edited your story first. Some of it drags because of mistakes.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Yes, some of bananas made it in. But I have a co-writer now who hopefully will see those. If any mistakes get past us, can only say that 'we tried'.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Naissance PART 2
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
(This story takes place 12 years after the events of
STAR TREK NEMESIS)
All The Tea In China
Part 2
Moments later Picard and Janeway stood at the doorway of the wooden shack. Picard used his fist to knock on the solid oak door. Several attempts later the knocking was rewarded by the sound of someone unlocking the door. Thomas Riker stood before them.
“Why, Admiral Picard, what brings you to Bristol Bay?” Riker asked with a grin.
Riker opened his door and let them both in. He helped the two of them out of their jackets and placed them on old style hooks drilled into the wooden wall. A small row of other jackets of differing sizes was also arrayed near the door on similar hooks. Janeway concluded that Thomas Riker had a lot of jackets.
Janeway took a brief moment to size Riker up. She had only met William Riker on a few occasions, once even in the Delta Quadrant, but this was the first time she had met Thomas. The tale of Thomas’ creation was one of the strangest and most frightening events one could possibly imagine. Thomas was really the result of a transporter malfunction. While William Riker, then a lieutenant, was being transported up to his ship, the USS Potemkin, the beam was split into two viable transport signals. One of which went on as if nothing had happened, and was the William Riker every one had known before. The other beam was reflected back down to the planet, Nervala IV. This second William Riker was stranded for several years until he was later rescued. Having two men, two identical men, walking around with the same shared past and name would prove to be confusing. The rescued William Riker, after seeing how his experiences and solitude on Nervala IV had made him a different man donned his middle name, Thomas, and would continue his life. He continued on in Starfleet for a time before joining the Maquis. After that, was the incident with the Cardassians and then the Dominion War.
Looking Thomas over Janeway noticed that through his hard life he had managed to stay fit. His life at sea probably had something to do with that. His hair had grown and he now kept it in a ponytail that hung to the middle of his back. Streaks of gray marked his hair as well as his well trimmed goatee. Other than the hair and goatee the most striking difference between Thomas and his duplicate William was the eyes. Thomas’ eyes had a haunted look to them as if he were plagued by ghosts of the past. Not surprising considering the time he spent in Cardassian custody and later, a prisoner the Dominion.
Riker welcomed the two Admirals into his large den. The walls of the den were adorned with antique weaponry; include a samurai sword that was most prominent. There were pictures on the wall, no doubt of Riker’s family, that were as old as the ships outside. At that moment a large wave could be heard smashing the outside of the cabin.
Picard and Janeway sat down in very comfortable oak chairs that were arrayed around a very impressive table also of oak. One could almost imagine a tribe of Vikings sitting around such a table. Riker went into the large kitchen and brought back two steaming brews. One was coffee, the other had the distinct fragrance of Earl-Grey.
“I didn’t know you had taken up Earl-Grey.” Picard said as he watched Riker pour the tea.
“I can’t stand it actually,” Riker said with a smile, “but the last time you were here Jovath tried some, and now he can’t get enough of it.”
Picard nodded in amusement. He had visited Riker and his son a few years back, just to make sure they were adjusting to life back on Earth. “Is he here now?” Picard asked as he sipped his tea.
Riker shook his head. “No, he had to go off to town to get some last supplies. We head out tomorrow morning for the season.”
Satisfied with his tea, Picard continued, “Then how did you brew this tea so fast?”
Riker turned his gaze to Janeway, with a slight arrogance in his smile. “I knew after Admiral Janeway got my reply yesterday she’d convince you to come up here and try and change my mind,” he looked back to Picard, “and I knew there was no way you’d miss the ceremony today, and the chance to see George and Gracie’s pod, so I put two and two together and here you are.”
“I see.” Picard responded.
Riker, with his smile gone, turned his gaze back to Janeway, “I have nothing against you or your project, Admiral Janeway. The fact it seems to break Starfleet’s most important rule appeals to me.” His eyes betrayed as much, “But Starfleet and I did not end our relationship on the best of terms.”
Janeway did not lose her smile, “Mr. Riker…”
Riker cut her off, “Thomas.” Riker stated quickly.
She nodded and continued, “Thomas, if you are speaking of the incident with the Defiant, the Federation President has pardoned all surviving Maquis in no small part because of their help during the Dominion war.”
Riker’s expression did not change. He simply stared across the table at the Admirals, waiting for Janeway to continue.
He took a sip of his coffee, which also seemed to have a scent of rum coming from it as well.
Picard’s own stone rock expression told Janeway that he was not going to interfere with this part of the conversation.
Janeway chose her words carefully as she spoke, “What we,” she looked to Picard , then back to Riker, “what I am trying to do is save lives Thomas. The people on iKian-7 died because of a choice this Federation made as well. One hundred and eighty-seven million people are gone because of a policy that, while noble at its core, can be used to justify large scale death, and I, and many others, can not accept the cold reality that comes with the Prime Directive. The debate on the Federation council floor proves that much. I believe, from what I know of you, you might agree.”
The chair caught on a raised plank as Thomas surged to his feet. His hands crashed down on the table and he glared at Admiral Janeway. His eyes had a fierce, far-away look as he held Janeway’s gaze. Through gritted teeth Thomas told his story, “I was handed over to the Cardassians for my actions with the Defiant. I can accept that. There was a price to pay and I was the one that needed to pay it. I saw torture and rape and murder done on that camp on a scope you couldn’t possible imagine.” He gazed down at Picard who did not meet his gaze in return.
Riker continued, “When the Klingons launched their invasion and helped us escape I re-joined the Maquis. For the next three years the Federation leaked us information. It was always conveniently timed, and sent to the right place. We fought. We fought hard admiral, at first against those who saved us, the Klingons when were ‘called’ to do so, and then later the Dominion. We risked our lives with few supplies and no hope of Federation reinforcements. The Federation USED us! We were the convenient distraction, the thorn in the Dominion’s backside. We accepted that role, knowing full well that after the war the Peace Treaty with Cardassia would have to be revisited, or we’d go right back at the Federation.”
He sipped his coffee/rum and went on, “My wife died because we didn’t possess enough medical supplies. She died right in front of me on a cold slab of rock, the closest thing we had to a bed on one of our make shift hospital wards. But we kept fighting, armed only with the limited intel the Federation provided us. Knowing that they weren’t supplying us, publicly denouncing our actions, and knowing full well that we were undermanned, still they called on us and we still answered. We were a convenient pawn, pieces on a chess board. Then Captain Sisko brought it all down on us with his personal vendetta against Eddington.”
Janeway attempted to respond, but Riker didn’t let her.
“Suddenly, because of Eddintong, we were all considered the bad guys. Maybe Jovath wouldn’t be growing up without his mother if I had just gone on my merry way and not tried to help save this Federation. I’m sorry admiral, but I don’t think I’m ready to help someone who wasn’t willing to help us.”
Admiral Janeway waited patiently for Thomas to wind down. In a calm, cool voice she replied, “Thomas, don’t you see? You’d be helping a cause not unlike, in some respects, what the Maquis were for a wronged people. Too often the policy of Starfleet costs lives. You just illustrated several good examples.” She let her words settle in.
Then she continued, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe Trina wouldn’t have died if the Maquis had better intelligence, or more supplies. So why not show the Federation how it’s done? Take the Ark. Help me make a point that life is always, always, preferable to death.”
She reached out and placed her hand on the closed fist he was clinching on the table.
“You’d be answerable only to me. Disasters like iKian-7 may not be avoided, but we could try to stop them from getting out of control.” She told him, intently. She went on, “Now, to be sure, I am not saying we will ignore the Prime Directive, I still believe it does far more good than it does harm,” she said, knowing Picard was listening to this exchange, “but the Ark is meant to be a vessel that tries to preserve life. I think you, strike that, I know that you are someone who understands what I am trying to do here.”
There was silence in the room. Riker and Janeway had each spoken their mind.
Picard knew it was the right time to end the debate, but also it was time to make a point to both of them. He finished his tea and stood up, Janeway followed his lead. Picard spoke to Riker. “I am not going to apologize for the Federation’s stance concerning the Maquis. Many of their acts were committed by those who were far from being the heroes or freedom fighters that some want to hold them up to be. They killed innocent Cardassians lives, including women and children.”
Riker tried to respond, but Picard held up his right hand to stop him, then Picard continued, “We can argue the past until there is no more Earl-Grey or coffee left in this world to drink,” Picard handed Riker his empty cup of Earl-Grey to underline his point, the he concluded, “the only question here before us now Mr. Riker is this; will you accept Admiral Janeway’s request and take command of the USS Ark?”
Several minutes later Picard and Janeway found them selves traversing the dock back the way they had come. Thomas Riker was not with them. Picard stopped for a moment to peer back at the log cabin they had just left. He could see a small sliver of light in the window. He knew they were being watched. Janeway caught up to him and looked back as well.
“Do you think he will show up?” Janeway asked, hoping Picard could give her some sliver of hope.
Picard turned away from the cabin and looked to Janeway, “I don’t know Kate. Both of them are masters of the ‘poker face’”.
She understood his meaning, “Did I convince you Jean-Luc?”
He chuckled, “not likely.”
Their friendly debate would not end there, if ever.
Thomas Riker watched from his window as the two Admirals continued on and disappeared into the rain that fell steady and loud. He spoke to the other person in the room.
“She was pretty convincing, reminded me a lot of your mother.” Riker said out loud.
“Why did you tell them I wasn’t here?” Jovath asked from the bottom of the stairway that led to the upper level.
Riker turned to face his son fifteen year old son, “Because you would have had be signed up and ready to ship out the moment they came in the door. I had to look into her eyes and see her answers in person. I needed to see who she was.” Riker replied as he picked up the mugs, walked into the kitchen and placed them into the old-style sink
Jovath followed him into the kitchen. “Dad, it would be fun. And it sounds like it is very important to her. Besides dad, you don’t belong here on Earth under the ocean. You belong up there.”
Riker could not deny that aspect. But he was worried as well. “Jean-Luc does not support this project at all. And if he doesn’t, then there could be problems.”
Jovath’s excitement ebbed. He knew when his father was worried, and at that moment, Thomas Riker was worried indeed.
Somewhere else on Earth.
A Starfleet Admiral stared at group of photographs that had been handed to him. He casually read the limited biographies that accompanied each photograph. He finally settled on one of the candidates. He handed the photos back to another man.
“Are you sure this is the one?” The other man asked, wanting to make sure there was no doubt.
The admiral nodded. “Make sure that this person is part of the Ark’s crew.”
“It will be done sir.” The other man replied.
And with that said, the Admiral felt confident that the Uss Ark would be another asset of his to use; when the precise moment came.
END
and coming soon
Thomas Riker surprises Kate Janeway
An android from the past joins the crew
A secret operative has his orders
the USS ARK arrives at Naissance Prime
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
(This story takes place 12 years after the events of
STAR TREK NEMESIS)
All The Tea In China
Part 2
Moments later Picard and Janeway stood at the doorway of the wooden shack. Picard used his fist to knock on the solid oak door. Several attempts later the knocking was rewarded by the sound of someone unlocking the door. Thomas Riker stood before them.
“Why, Admiral Picard, what brings you to Bristol Bay?” Riker asked with a grin.
Riker opened his door and let them both in. He helped the two of them out of their jackets and placed them on old style hooks drilled into the wooden wall. A small row of other jackets of differing sizes was also arrayed near the door on similar hooks. Janeway concluded that Thomas Riker had a lot of jackets.
Janeway took a brief moment to size Riker up. She had only met William Riker on a few occasions, once even in the Delta Quadrant, but this was the first time she had met Thomas. The tale of Thomas’ creation was one of the strangest and most frightening events one could possibly imagine. Thomas was really the result of a transporter malfunction. While William Riker, then a lieutenant, was being transported up to his ship, the USS Potemkin, the beam was split into two viable transport signals. One of which went on as if nothing had happened, and was the William Riker every one had known before. The other beam was reflected back down to the planet, Nervala IV. This second William Riker was stranded for several years until he was later rescued. Having two men, two identical men, walking around with the same shared past and name would prove to be confusing. The rescued William Riker, after seeing how his experiences and solitude on Nervala IV had made him a different man donned his middle name, Thomas, and would continue his life. He continued on in Starfleet for a time before joining the Maquis. After that, was the incident with the Cardassians and then the Dominion War.
Looking Thomas over Janeway noticed that through his hard life he had managed to stay fit. His life at sea probably had something to do with that. His hair had grown and he now kept it in a ponytail that hung to the middle of his back. Streaks of gray marked his hair as well as his well trimmed goatee. Other than the hair and goatee the most striking difference between Thomas and his duplicate William was the eyes. Thomas’ eyes had a haunted look to them as if he were plagued by ghosts of the past. Not surprising considering the time he spent in Cardassian custody and later, a prisoner the Dominion.
Riker welcomed the two Admirals into his large den. The walls of the den were adorned with antique weaponry; include a samurai sword that was most prominent. There were pictures on the wall, no doubt of Riker’s family, that were as old as the ships outside. At that moment a large wave could be heard smashing the outside of the cabin.
Picard and Janeway sat down in very comfortable oak chairs that were arrayed around a very impressive table also of oak. One could almost imagine a tribe of Vikings sitting around such a table. Riker went into the large kitchen and brought back two steaming brews. One was coffee, the other had the distinct fragrance of Earl-Grey.
“I didn’t know you had taken up Earl-Grey.” Picard said as he watched Riker pour the tea.
“I can’t stand it actually,” Riker said with a smile, “but the last time you were here Jovath tried some, and now he can’t get enough of it.”
Picard nodded in amusement. He had visited Riker and his son a few years back, just to make sure they were adjusting to life back on Earth. “Is he here now?” Picard asked as he sipped his tea.
Riker shook his head. “No, he had to go off to town to get some last supplies. We head out tomorrow morning for the season.”
Satisfied with his tea, Picard continued, “Then how did you brew this tea so fast?”
Riker turned his gaze to Janeway, with a slight arrogance in his smile. “I knew after Admiral Janeway got my reply yesterday she’d convince you to come up here and try and change my mind,” he looked back to Picard, “and I knew there was no way you’d miss the ceremony today, and the chance to see George and Gracie’s pod, so I put two and two together and here you are.”
“I see.” Picard responded.
Riker, with his smile gone, turned his gaze back to Janeway, “I have nothing against you or your project, Admiral Janeway. The fact it seems to break Starfleet’s most important rule appeals to me.” His eyes betrayed as much, “But Starfleet and I did not end our relationship on the best of terms.”
Janeway did not lose her smile, “Mr. Riker…”
Riker cut her off, “Thomas.” Riker stated quickly.
She nodded and continued, “Thomas, if you are speaking of the incident with the Defiant, the Federation President has pardoned all surviving Maquis in no small part because of their help during the Dominion war.”
Riker’s expression did not change. He simply stared across the table at the Admirals, waiting for Janeway to continue.
He took a sip of his coffee, which also seemed to have a scent of rum coming from it as well.
Picard’s own stone rock expression told Janeway that he was not going to interfere with this part of the conversation.
Janeway chose her words carefully as she spoke, “What we,” she looked to Picard , then back to Riker, “what I am trying to do is save lives Thomas. The people on iKian-7 died because of a choice this Federation made as well. One hundred and eighty-seven million people are gone because of a policy that, while noble at its core, can be used to justify large scale death, and I, and many others, can not accept the cold reality that comes with the Prime Directive. The debate on the Federation council floor proves that much. I believe, from what I know of you, you might agree.”
The chair caught on a raised plank as Thomas surged to his feet. His hands crashed down on the table and he glared at Admiral Janeway. His eyes had a fierce, far-away look as he held Janeway’s gaze. Through gritted teeth Thomas told his story, “I was handed over to the Cardassians for my actions with the Defiant. I can accept that. There was a price to pay and I was the one that needed to pay it. I saw torture and rape and murder done on that camp on a scope you couldn’t possible imagine.” He gazed down at Picard who did not meet his gaze in return.
Riker continued, “When the Klingons launched their invasion and helped us escape I re-joined the Maquis. For the next three years the Federation leaked us information. It was always conveniently timed, and sent to the right place. We fought. We fought hard admiral, at first against those who saved us, the Klingons when were ‘called’ to do so, and then later the Dominion. We risked our lives with few supplies and no hope of Federation reinforcements. The Federation USED us! We were the convenient distraction, the thorn in the Dominion’s backside. We accepted that role, knowing full well that after the war the Peace Treaty with Cardassia would have to be revisited, or we’d go right back at the Federation.”
He sipped his coffee/rum and went on, “My wife died because we didn’t possess enough medical supplies. She died right in front of me on a cold slab of rock, the closest thing we had to a bed on one of our make shift hospital wards. But we kept fighting, armed only with the limited intel the Federation provided us. Knowing that they weren’t supplying us, publicly denouncing our actions, and knowing full well that we were undermanned, still they called on us and we still answered. We were a convenient pawn, pieces on a chess board. Then Captain Sisko brought it all down on us with his personal vendetta against Eddington.”
Janeway attempted to respond, but Riker didn’t let her.
“Suddenly, because of Eddintong, we were all considered the bad guys. Maybe Jovath wouldn’t be growing up without his mother if I had just gone on my merry way and not tried to help save this Federation. I’m sorry admiral, but I don’t think I’m ready to help someone who wasn’t willing to help us.”
Admiral Janeway waited patiently for Thomas to wind down. In a calm, cool voice she replied, “Thomas, don’t you see? You’d be helping a cause not unlike, in some respects, what the Maquis were for a wronged people. Too often the policy of Starfleet costs lives. You just illustrated several good examples.” She let her words settle in.
Then she continued, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe Trina wouldn’t have died if the Maquis had better intelligence, or more supplies. So why not show the Federation how it’s done? Take the Ark. Help me make a point that life is always, always, preferable to death.”
She reached out and placed her hand on the closed fist he was clinching on the table.
“You’d be answerable only to me. Disasters like iKian-7 may not be avoided, but we could try to stop them from getting out of control.” She told him, intently. She went on, “Now, to be sure, I am not saying we will ignore the Prime Directive, I still believe it does far more good than it does harm,” she said, knowing Picard was listening to this exchange, “but the Ark is meant to be a vessel that tries to preserve life. I think you, strike that, I know that you are someone who understands what I am trying to do here.”
There was silence in the room. Riker and Janeway had each spoken their mind.
Picard knew it was the right time to end the debate, but also it was time to make a point to both of them. He finished his tea and stood up, Janeway followed his lead. Picard spoke to Riker. “I am not going to apologize for the Federation’s stance concerning the Maquis. Many of their acts were committed by those who were far from being the heroes or freedom fighters that some want to hold them up to be. They killed innocent Cardassians lives, including women and children.”
Riker tried to respond, but Picard held up his right hand to stop him, then Picard continued, “We can argue the past until there is no more Earl-Grey or coffee left in this world to drink,” Picard handed Riker his empty cup of Earl-Grey to underline his point, the he concluded, “the only question here before us now Mr. Riker is this; will you accept Admiral Janeway’s request and take command of the USS Ark?”
Several minutes later Picard and Janeway found them selves traversing the dock back the way they had come. Thomas Riker was not with them. Picard stopped for a moment to peer back at the log cabin they had just left. He could see a small sliver of light in the window. He knew they were being watched. Janeway caught up to him and looked back as well.
“Do you think he will show up?” Janeway asked, hoping Picard could give her some sliver of hope.
Picard turned away from the cabin and looked to Janeway, “I don’t know Kate. Both of them are masters of the ‘poker face’”.
She understood his meaning, “Did I convince you Jean-Luc?”
He chuckled, “not likely.”
Their friendly debate would not end there, if ever.
Thomas Riker watched from his window as the two Admirals continued on and disappeared into the rain that fell steady and loud. He spoke to the other person in the room.
“She was pretty convincing, reminded me a lot of your mother.” Riker said out loud.
“Why did you tell them I wasn’t here?” Jovath asked from the bottom of the stairway that led to the upper level.
Riker turned to face his son fifteen year old son, “Because you would have had be signed up and ready to ship out the moment they came in the door. I had to look into her eyes and see her answers in person. I needed to see who she was.” Riker replied as he picked up the mugs, walked into the kitchen and placed them into the old-style sink
Jovath followed him into the kitchen. “Dad, it would be fun. And it sounds like it is very important to her. Besides dad, you don’t belong here on Earth under the ocean. You belong up there.”
Riker could not deny that aspect. But he was worried as well. “Jean-Luc does not support this project at all. And if he doesn’t, then there could be problems.”
Jovath’s excitement ebbed. He knew when his father was worried, and at that moment, Thomas Riker was worried indeed.
Somewhere else on Earth.
A Starfleet Admiral stared at group of photographs that had been handed to him. He casually read the limited biographies that accompanied each photograph. He finally settled on one of the candidates. He handed the photos back to another man.
“Are you sure this is the one?” The other man asked, wanting to make sure there was no doubt.
The admiral nodded. “Make sure that this person is part of the Ark’s crew.”
“It will be done sir.” The other man replied.
And with that said, the Admiral felt confident that the Uss Ark would be another asset of his to use; when the precise moment came.
END
and coming soon
Thomas Riker surprises Kate Janeway
An android from the past joins the crew
A secret operative has his orders
the USS ARK arrives at Naissance Prime
hellsgate
Commodore
Re: Naissance PART 2
Lieutenant-Commander Jason K. Hauck
U.S.S. Ark, Chief Science Officer.
"Project: Ark"
Age: 32
Race: Human
Eyes: Blue/Green
Height: 5'10"-to-5'11"
Hair: Light Brown.
Birthplace: Victoria Memorial Marine Biological Sciences Biosphere
(Southern British Columbia, North America, Canada - Earth.)
Jason was raised as a 24th century "Farm Boy" in & around Kelp Farms & Renewable Resources Center on the floor of the Pacific Ocean, near the collapsed 21st century ruins of Victoria & Vancouver, B.C. resulting from both the nuclear horror of WW3 & the Big One.
As a result, had developed a specific civilian knowledge of marine biology, exobiology & edible horticulture. At age 28, joinned Starfleet Academy & served during the tail end of the Dominion War. Was re-designated from "The Atlantis Project" to "Project Ark" by Starfleet Command in early 2378.
Lieutenant-Commander Jason K. Hauck
U.S.S. Ark, Chief Science Officer.
"Project: Ark"
Age: 32
Race: Human
Eyes: Blue/Green
Height: 5'10"-to-5'11"
Hair: Light Brown.
Birthplace: Victoria Memorial Marine Biological Sciences Biosphere
(Southern British Columbia, North America, Canada - Earth.)
Jason was raised as a 24th century "Farm Boy" in & around Kelp Farms & Renewable Resources Center on the floor of the Pacific Ocean, near the collapsed 21st century ruins of Victoria & Vancouver, B.C. resulting from both the nuclear horror of WW3 & the Big One.
As a result, had developed a specific civilian knowledge of marine biology, exobiology & edible horticulture. At age 28, joinned Starfleet Academy & served during the tail end of the Dominion War. Was re-designated from "The Atlantis Project" to "Project Ark" by Starfleet Command in early 2378.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: Naissance PART 2
I like it HELLS GATE..I'm going to use him. I will put your credit in the story. IF I forget too, remind me....
I like it HELLS GATE..I'm going to use him. I will put your credit in the story. IF I forget too, remind me....
RobertScorpio
Pariah
CHIEF ENGINEER
I liked this one. Came to me from Spockid05. Our chief engineer will be, get this, a NAUSICAAN. I will re-watch tapestry to see them gain, but they are the big biker looking dudes who Picard got stabbed by.
Our Nausicaan will be name Ba'koth. He is a former Maquis (so no more of them please)...and he and Riker go back a long way. He is obviously a real bad ass. Not sure how we will along with a crew staffed mainly with scientists...but we will try....thanks 05!
I liked this one. Came to me from Spockid05. Our chief engineer will be, get this, a NAUSICAAN. I will re-watch tapestry to see them gain, but they are the big biker looking dudes who Picard got stabbed by.
Our Nausicaan will be name Ba'koth. He is a former Maquis (so no more of them please)...and he and Riker go back a long way. He is obviously a real bad ass. Not sure how we will along with a crew staffed mainly with scientists...but we will try....thanks 05!
Re: CHIEF ENGINEER
I thought about working a Nausicaan into the mix but considering how, um, extra-legal they tend to be I couldn't quite figure out how. Ex-Maquis. Interesting.If you need character ideas let me know. Characters are easy(I used to DM and had a lot of practice creating them) its the stories that are hard.
I thought about working a Nausicaan into the mix but considering how, um, extra-legal they tend to be I couldn't quite figure out how. Ex-Maquis. Interesting.If you need character ideas let me know. Characters are easy(I used to DM and had a lot of practice creating them) its the stories that are hard.
Re: CHIEF ENGINEER
Perhaps he's the first Nausicaan ever to graduate Starfleet Academy. Or... perhaps just the first to graduate without being arrested for murdering an instructor.
An interesting choice, but I look forward to seeing how this character evolves. As for having a Nausicaan onboard... well, between he and Riker, someone's got to watch the sheep-- er, scientists, right?
Perhaps he's the first Nausicaan ever to graduate Starfleet Academy. Or... perhaps just the first to graduate without being arrested for murdering an instructor.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: CHIEF ENGINEER
The way it was suggested to me, and I liked it, is that he isn't a Starfleet Graduate. Riker is going to find this guy, and force him on Janeway. I like that. Totally in character for Riker. This brings up a big problem, being that this is a starfleet ship, but who is going to say no to a Nausican?
The way it was suggested to me, and I liked it, is that he isn't a Starfleet Graduate. Riker is going to find this guy, and force him on Janeway. I like that. Totally in character for Riker. This brings up a big problem, being that this is a starfleet ship, but who is going to say no to a Nausican?
hellsgate
Commodore
Re: CHIEF ENGINEER
I wouldn't make him a Maquis. More like a Privateer, an assassin that had Riker's back during the Maquis, as the Cardassians were hassling the Nausicaans as much as anyone else. Getting between the Nausicaans & their profits, forcing them to b-tchslap the Cardassians & catch the attention of the Federation as possible (temporary) Starfleet allies.
I wouldn't make him a Maquis. More like a Privateer, an assassin that had Riker's back during the Maquis, as the Cardassians were hassling the Nausicaans as much as anyone else. Getting between the Nausicaans & their profits, forcing them to b-tchslap the Cardassians & catch the attention of the Federation as possible (temporary) Starfleet allies.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: CHIEF ENGINEER
Perhaps more of a mercinary who helped the Maquis but wasnt one of them perhap?
Perhaps more of a mercinary who helped the Maquis but wasnt one of them perhap?
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Naissance PART 3
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
(This story takes place 12 years after the events of
STAR TREK NEMESIS)
The Parts We Play
Part 3
The San Francisco Space Pod Hub was busy with travelers. Even in the 24th century, with Transporter technology abundant, many people still loved to travel by shuttle or space pod, or any kind of physical travel. It helped them feel connected to the world around them. As view screens flashed with destination and arrival information people swarmed through the portals and turbo lifts in organized chaos. Beings from many different worlds could be seen bustling through the throng. As she and Picard rode the GLASS turbo lift to the second floor of the hub Janeway marveled at the many species that loved to travel by physical means.
Thoughts of Voyager came unbidden to her, floating up through the recesses of her mind. In this case, memories of Tom Paris piloting the Voyager through space. Images of the Kazon attacks and Voyager deftly soaring through the stars to avoid attack, Tom at the helm, almost a part of the ship. Yes, Janeway could indeed see why so many beings liked physical travel.
Picard touched her arm. Looking over her shoulder she saw that the turbo lift doors were standing open. Turning from the clear plating, she walked through the doors and out into the bustling concourse. The sounds of the alien species were muted, but stacked on top of each other it reminded the admiral of stories from the 20th and 21st centuries of crowded subway stations and airports. She nodded to Picard and the two began walking towards the shuttlecraft scheduled to take Janeway up to SpaceDock 001.
Since the shuttle wasn’t scheduled to depart for another twenty minutes, the two friends paused to look out over the San Francisco Bay Area. The damage from the Breen attack was difficult to see. The reconstructed Golden Gate Bridge could be seen arcing over the bay and over to Star Fleet Academy, which could be seen in the golden sun light. Janeway couldn’t even tell where the new parts of the bridge met the old parts of the bridge. At the time of the Breen attack, Janeway and her crew were still far off in the Delta Quadrant. It was a wake up call to the Federation. Even after years of building up counter-forces to the ever present Borg threat, the Breen still managed to attack Earth.
Thinking back to the time of the Breen attack, Janeway barely suppressed a shudder. Her and her crew aboard Voyager had still been stuck in the Delta Quadrant. When they finally received news of Earth seeing the destruction had been heart-wrenching. Remembering those days so far from home made her glad to be back. But it also made her wary. Things had changed in the Federation. Not all of it for the better.
She spoke to Picard, who was also staring out at the beauty of the bay. “Jean-Luc, tell me I’m not making a big mistake on this one,” she said, once again pressing the issue.
The two of them shared a bond, having both been starship captains. But they also shared unique perspectives on the Borg, and the mischievous Q. Picard turned to her.
“I can’t tell you that Kate,” he said softly, “but I trust if any one can make this work its you.” He places his hand on her shoulder, “just watch your back.”
She understood what he meant. “Section 31?” She retorted.
Picard nodded, “We haven’t heard from them in a while. But if a group like that could stay hidden for as long as they did…” he let his words trail off.
She deduced his ominous warning. “I’ll keep my eyes open.”
The two friends, though they didn’t always agree, they still would always be there for each other.
“So,” Picard asked, “have you decided on another candidate for command?” Picard asked.
Janeway shook her head, still thinking of Section-31, replied, “No, I haven’t. But who ever it ends up being, I might have their brain implanted with a chip so I know their every movement.”
“Then you can count me out,” a third voice responded from behind the two admirals.
Picard and Janeway turned around to see Thomas Riker and Jovath stepping off of the turbo lift. Jovath was carrying an old style sea bag around his shoulders. The coarse green of the seabag conflicting with the yellow vest he wore but the boy didn’t seem to notice. Even Picard looked relieved to see Thomas Riker. He trusted Riker, even with his unique character traits, to be a man who would not tolerate outside influences such as Section-31. Despite the differences, Thomas and Will were more alike then they realized. The core of who they were would always lead them to do what they thought was right. That’s one of the reasons Thomas was here now. Riker would do what needed to be done. Picard knew that Thomas would be above the influences of section 31. But the ability to do what he thought was right might also make him enemies in the Federation. Barely hiding a grin Picard thought that perhaps, for a former Maquis, having enemies in the Federation wouldn’t be such a new experience after all.
Riker reached out his hand and Janeway took it in hers. Their hand shake was firm, and both took from it that the other person was strong of will.
“Thank you Thomas,” Janeway finally said, as she looked over to Jovath, “I am glad your son came to see you off.”
Riker smiled that arrogant smile, and then he said, “He’s coming with me.”
Picard looked at the boy, then back to Riker. “Do you think that is wise?”
Thomas Riker nodded in agreement, “Wise? Probably not, but he belongs with me Jean-Luc. He was born among the stars, and that is where he and I both belong. I read up on the project. Considering the Ark’s mission, I don’t for-see a lot of combat. Maybe a bit of diplomacy, but it won’t hurt the boy to see a little of that.”
Thomas paused a moment. “Besides, Naissance is a big place. I’m sure that there will be room in the Command Outpost for him if things look like it’ll be rough. From what I read, we’ll be having a lot of scientists and their families aboard too.”
Another pause, this time looking Janeway in the eye he continued, “And its one of the conditions of me accepting this mission. Jovath comes or we both go back to the crabs.”
Sparing a smile for Picard, Thomas quipped, “The sea-faring kind anyways.”
Janeway was glad to have him, but asked “One of your conditions?” Folding her arms and tilting her head she graced Riker with her trademark withering, I’ll-brook-no-nonsense-look and said, “What are your other conditions Mr. Riker?”
Serious once again Thomas looked down at the shorter woman, her very presence radiating command. Squaring his shoulders and standing straight, he raised his chin and looked the admiral directly in the eye.
“I get to pick my crew. Full access to all of Starfleet’s personnel records with instant transfers should they agree to join me. And your assurance that you will back me up should I call on you in dealings with,” he paused and looked over to Picard, then back to Janeway, “Starfleet.”
Janeway nodded her head. “I can’t make you a blanket promise on the last one Tom, so don’t come on this mission and think you will be operating outside Starfleet rules and regulations, you wont. I assure you. But the crew is yours with as you please.” She stepped closer to him, “just make sure it is the best damn crew.”
Riker nodded, knowing there would be give and take within this discussion. But she was letting him pick his own crew, something she might regret letting him do. He immediately though of his old Nausicaan friend, Baak’ooth, and had to hold back from laughing.
Janeway stood there in thought, the whine of a shuttle grew louder. As the craft touched down behind her she stretched out her hand. “Done. Welcome aboard Captain Riker.” Reaching her hand for Jovath she smiled, “Acting First Officer Jovath, welcome to Starfleet.”
They all shared a good laugh.
The final low sounding signal was heard. It was time to board the space pod. Picard soon stood alone on the platform and watched as the space pod lifted out of the space hub and headed up toward the sky. He still had an uneasy feeling about what was to come. But he would monitor the situation as he could, and as quietly as possible.
END
STAR TREK:
Project Naissance
By Robert Scorpio and Kubwulf
With special character and technical advice from development from;
Mistral
Hellsgate
Spockkid05
(This story takes place 12 years after the events of
STAR TREK NEMESIS)
The Parts We Play
Part 3
The San Francisco Space Pod Hub was busy with travelers. Even in the 24th century, with Transporter technology abundant, many people still loved to travel by shuttle or space pod, or any kind of physical travel. It helped them feel connected to the world around them. As view screens flashed with destination and arrival information people swarmed through the portals and turbo lifts in organized chaos. Beings from many different worlds could be seen bustling through the throng. As she and Picard rode the GLASS turbo lift to the second floor of the hub Janeway marveled at the many species that loved to travel by physical means.
Thoughts of Voyager came unbidden to her, floating up through the recesses of her mind. In this case, memories of Tom Paris piloting the Voyager through space. Images of the Kazon attacks and Voyager deftly soaring through the stars to avoid attack, Tom at the helm, almost a part of the ship. Yes, Janeway could indeed see why so many beings liked physical travel.
Picard touched her arm. Looking over her shoulder she saw that the turbo lift doors were standing open. Turning from the clear plating, she walked through the doors and out into the bustling concourse. The sounds of the alien species were muted, but stacked on top of each other it reminded the admiral of stories from the 20th and 21st centuries of crowded subway stations and airports. She nodded to Picard and the two began walking towards the shuttlecraft scheduled to take Janeway up to SpaceDock 001.
Since the shuttle wasn’t scheduled to depart for another twenty minutes, the two friends paused to look out over the San Francisco Bay Area. The damage from the Breen attack was difficult to see. The reconstructed Golden Gate Bridge could be seen arcing over the bay and over to Star Fleet Academy, which could be seen in the golden sun light. Janeway couldn’t even tell where the new parts of the bridge met the old parts of the bridge. At the time of the Breen attack, Janeway and her crew were still far off in the Delta Quadrant. It was a wake up call to the Federation. Even after years of building up counter-forces to the ever present Borg threat, the Breen still managed to attack Earth.
Thinking back to the time of the Breen attack, Janeway barely suppressed a shudder. Her and her crew aboard Voyager had still been stuck in the Delta Quadrant. When they finally received news of Earth seeing the destruction had been heart-wrenching. Remembering those days so far from home made her glad to be back. But it also made her wary. Things had changed in the Federation. Not all of it for the better.
She spoke to Picard, who was also staring out at the beauty of the bay. “Jean-Luc, tell me I’m not making a big mistake on this one,” she said, once again pressing the issue.
The two of them shared a bond, having both been starship captains. But they also shared unique perspectives on the Borg, and the mischievous Q. Picard turned to her.
“I can’t tell you that Kate,” he said softly, “but I trust if any one can make this work its you.” He places his hand on her shoulder, “just watch your back.”
She understood what he meant. “Section 31?” She retorted.
Picard nodded, “We haven’t heard from them in a while. But if a group like that could stay hidden for as long as they did…” he let his words trail off.
She deduced his ominous warning. “I’ll keep my eyes open.”
The two friends, though they didn’t always agree, they still would always be there for each other.
“So,” Picard asked, “have you decided on another candidate for command?” Picard asked.
Janeway shook her head, still thinking of Section-31, replied, “No, I haven’t. But who ever it ends up being, I might have their brain implanted with a chip so I know their every movement.”
“Then you can count me out,” a third voice responded from behind the two admirals.
Picard and Janeway turned around to see Thomas Riker and Jovath stepping off of the turbo lift. Jovath was carrying an old style sea bag around his shoulders. The coarse green of the seabag conflicting with the yellow vest he wore but the boy didn’t seem to notice. Even Picard looked relieved to see Thomas Riker. He trusted Riker, even with his unique character traits, to be a man who would not tolerate outside influences such as Section-31. Despite the differences, Thomas and Will were more alike then they realized. The core of who they were would always lead them to do what they thought was right. That’s one of the reasons Thomas was here now. Riker would do what needed to be done. Picard knew that Thomas would be above the influences of section 31. But the ability to do what he thought was right might also make him enemies in the Federation. Barely hiding a grin Picard thought that perhaps, for a former Maquis, having enemies in the Federation wouldn’t be such a new experience after all.
Riker reached out his hand and Janeway took it in hers. Their hand shake was firm, and both took from it that the other person was strong of will.
“Thank you Thomas,” Janeway finally said, as she looked over to Jovath, “I am glad your son came to see you off.”
Riker smiled that arrogant smile, and then he said, “He’s coming with me.”
Picard looked at the boy, then back to Riker. “Do you think that is wise?”
Thomas Riker nodded in agreement, “Wise? Probably not, but he belongs with me Jean-Luc. He was born among the stars, and that is where he and I both belong. I read up on the project. Considering the Ark’s mission, I don’t for-see a lot of combat. Maybe a bit of diplomacy, but it won’t hurt the boy to see a little of that.”
Thomas paused a moment. “Besides, Naissance is a big place. I’m sure that there will be room in the Command Outpost for him if things look like it’ll be rough. From what I read, we’ll be having a lot of scientists and their families aboard too.”
Another pause, this time looking Janeway in the eye he continued, “And its one of the conditions of me accepting this mission. Jovath comes or we both go back to the crabs.”
Sparing a smile for Picard, Thomas quipped, “The sea-faring kind anyways.”
Janeway was glad to have him, but asked “One of your conditions?” Folding her arms and tilting her head she graced Riker with her trademark withering, I’ll-brook-no-nonsense-look and said, “What are your other conditions Mr. Riker?”
Serious once again Thomas looked down at the shorter woman, her very presence radiating command. Squaring his shoulders and standing straight, he raised his chin and looked the admiral directly in the eye.
“I get to pick my crew. Full access to all of Starfleet’s personnel records with instant transfers should they agree to join me. And your assurance that you will back me up should I call on you in dealings with,” he paused and looked over to Picard, then back to Janeway, “Starfleet.”
Janeway nodded her head. “I can’t make you a blanket promise on the last one Tom, so don’t come on this mission and think you will be operating outside Starfleet rules and regulations, you wont. I assure you. But the crew is yours with as you please.” She stepped closer to him, “just make sure it is the best damn crew.”
Riker nodded, knowing there would be give and take within this discussion. But she was letting him pick his own crew, something she might regret letting him do. He immediately though of his old Nausicaan friend, Baak’ooth, and had to hold back from laughing.
Janeway stood there in thought, the whine of a shuttle grew louder. As the craft touched down behind her she stretched out her hand. “Done. Welcome aboard Captain Riker.” Reaching her hand for Jovath she smiled, “Acting First Officer Jovath, welcome to Starfleet.”
They all shared a good laugh.
The final low sounding signal was heard. It was time to board the space pod. Picard soon stood alone on the platform and watched as the space pod lifted out of the space hub and headed up toward the sky. He still had an uneasy feeling about what was to come. But he would monitor the situation as he could, and as quietly as possible.
END
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: Naissance PART 3
Thank you for catching that. A sentence I had edited was totally cut off the paragrapgh. it is fixed now. She harkins back to stories of crowded subways and airports. I like to have a character do that so we can better get what a character is feeling if it refers to our time. Kirk and company did it a lot. I guess you could say we dont need to do that because we are TREK fans...but it adds to the over all atmosphere
Thank you for catching that. A sentence I had edited was totally cut off the paragrapgh. it is fixed now. She harkins back to stories of crowded subways and airports. I like to have a character do that so we can better get what a character is feeling if it refers to our time. Kirk and company did it a lot. I guess you could say we dont need to do that because we are TREK fans...but it adds to the over all atmosphere
hellsgate
Commodore
Re: CHIEF ENGINEER
Exactly. You don't get between a Nausicaan & his/her target objective. I'd write your "Chief Engineer" character as the former Tactical Officer of a Nausicaan vessel that owes Tom Riker a blood debt for retrieving him from his heavily damaged ship's bridge while being attacked by the Cardassians. The Maquis were doing business with the Nausicaans & some Yrridian intelligence specialists in the badlands at the time of the attack.
Exactly. You don't get between a Nausicaan & his/her target objective. I'd write your "Chief Engineer" character as the former Tactical Officer of a Nausicaan vessel that owes Tom Riker a blood debt for retrieving him from his heavily damaged ship's bridge while being attacked by the Cardassians. The Maquis were doing business with the Nausicaans & some Yrridian intelligence specialists in the badlands at the time of the attack.
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