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Star Trek; Shuffle The Deck

Re: EPISODE #68 of STAR TREK: SHUFFLE THE DECK

Uh-oh, that's not good...

And very interesting (though sad) to see Elaine's reaction to all she's been through.
 
EPISODE #68 of STAR TREK: SHUFFLE THE DECK-Federation Earth

Star Trek: Shuffle the Deck
Balboa—Deep Space Nine—Federation Earth—Septos 14









#69

The Federation President, a female Pacifican named Lania, was pleased with what she saw. She stood inside the large arena setting, at the podium in the center of the large stage, and over looked the preparations for the conference that would start later that evening. The special event staff had done a spectacular job of preparing the buffet lines, and the rows upon rows of seats. On her there no gathering places as large as this one. She figured that at least eighty thousand spectators could fit inside of the large arena.

All of the off-world delegates would join her, and other dignitaries, to begin the special conference her administration had put together. That the event she would update the dignitaries on the progress they have made with the dimensional communications, and how, later in the week, it would be up and running so as to allow communications on a galactic level to return.

The President decided, having been updated on the strange occurrences with the Sheppard project: that it was best, at this time, to halt further construction of Cosmic-String Drive vessels.

As she stood at the podium she was joined by Dr. Janice Kosinski and Commander Reginald Barclay.

President Lania smiled at the two as they came up to her.

“I hope you both don’t think that I am being narrowed minded,” President Lania said. “I just think, at this time, we should just get the dimensional communications net up, and then go from there.”

Barclay smiled. “Oh, I agree President Lania.” Barclay said. “There are aspects of the Sheppard that we may planned on. Just like Admiral Bachmeier concluded, I think it is best to go at a slower pace.”

“And I agree,” Kosinski said. “But thank you for letting us address this conference on what we have done thus far. I think, this kind of event, can go along way with inspiring hope.”

“Aye,” Montgomery Scott said as he joined them as well. “Ain’t nothin wrong with a gathering like this.” Scott said as he surveyed the rows and rows of seats being arranged by the staff.

“Well,” President Lania said, “I think it’s about time that we start showing the rest of the off-worlders, such as my self, that there could be no better second home than Earth. If I had to be stranded anywhere else in the galaxy, I would hope it could be Earth.” Lania said with a smile.

“Aye,” Scotty said, “though the Shore Leave planet in the Omicron Delta sector would be a close second for me.”

President Lania conversed with her visitors a little while longer, and then she practiced on the speech she would deliver at the opening of the conference.

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With the assistance of a three henchmen, Pascal Fullerton rounded up Admiral Janeway, Admiral Bachmeier, Jake Sisko and Daniel and Angela, and then he had them beamed to his mansion. Fullerton, his three henchmen, along with the damaged Janeway android, went as well. The mansion they all arrived at had been built by none other than William Randolph Hearst. The group materialized inside the grand hall of the mansion.

“Where are we?” Jake asked as he surveyed the massive structure.

“I’ve been here,” Admiral Janeway said, “this is Hearst mansion. Paul and I visited this place years ago.”

“Correct,” Fullerton said to her. “I believe a man of my stature deserves a home that is equal to my ambition. So I set about purchasing it from the Feringi interests who ran this place as a cheap tourist attraction.” A broad smile came across Fullerton’s face.

“Excuse me, but the Killing off-worlders,” Admiral Bachmeier interjected, “is hardly ambitious at all. It’s sheer lunacy.”

Fullerton’s smile retreated ever so slowly.

“Sir,” Fullerton said to Admiral Bachmeier, “I would ask you to afford me the respect I am due. This is my home, and I expect better manners from my guests.”

“But we aren’t guests,” Jake Sisko said.

Fullerton nodded, “That is true: don’t forget it. Please come with me.”

The three henchmen, all muscle bounded human males, escorted the prisoners to a large room that had tables of food arranged through out, along with drinks.

“While you are my guests,” Fullerton said to Sisko, accenting the word guests in the process, “I will treat you as well as I can. Please feel free to help yourselves to the food items.”

“What about my wife?” Sisko demanded. “I want to see her, now!”

“I’m sorry, that isn’t possible right now,” Fullerton said. “But I am pretty sure that after the big event is over, you two will be reunited. You’ll just have to trust me on that.”

A large view screen mounted on one of the walls as well. Janeway took note of it, and then spoke at Fullerton.

“Why don’t you just kill us? Why go through all of this?” Janeway asked.

Fullerton nodded his head. “I think you don’t understand what my associates and I truly stand for, Captain Janeway, I won’t. You are all from Earth. And in the coming years, if the actions of my self and Mr. Mortavo are successful, we will need all the humans with experience in wartime actions that we can get.”

Bachmeier shook his head. “You intend to start a war with the rest of the galaxy? Have you lost your mind?”

Fullerton smiled again. “No sir, I have not. In fact, as we speak, the start of the war, hopefully, is closer than you might think. If all goes according to plan, the first salvo will be fired tonight: right here on Earth.”

At that moment the large viewing screen came to life. Images of a large arena, with hordes of people entering it, were shown.

“That’s the new special event plaza in Amsterdam,” Janeway said. “I knew they were building it, I’m just shocked it’s done already. It’s supposed to host the Intergalactic Olympics next year.”

“Well, tonight.” Bachmeier said, “The Federation President is opening a special conference to show everyone the strides we are making to counter act the affects of the Wave. This conference is necessary to keep moral up, not only among Starfleet, but among the citizens of Earth as well.”

“Yes, Admiral Bachmeier, that is exactly what she will try to do.” Fullerton said after hearing Bachmeier review what the evening would bring. “And if all goes according to plan, most if not all off-world officials, and many off-world visitors, will there at tonight’s opening ceremony: the big event.”

Janeway looked to Fullerton.

“What does that mean? What are you planning to do?” Janeway demanded.

At that moment, another man entered the dining hall. The man oozed elegance in the way he walked, and the way he spoke as well.

“I am Mr. Mortavo,” the man said to them all, with his very smooth English accent. “Though, I must admit, the name Mortavo is just really the use of an alias of mine from another time. I could not use my own name with out raising a few eyebrows, I dare say.”

“Then,” Admiral Bachmeier, “Just who the hell are you?”

“My name, Sir,” the man said, “is Professor James Moriarty.”

“James Moriarty,” Janeway said, softly. Jean-Luc Picard had told her about his dealings with a hologram created version of Sherlock Holme’s arch nemesis. “But you’re just a hologram.”

Moriarty smiled. “No, madam Janeway, I am much more than what I once was. Two Android prototypes were constructed. One was for you,” He said as he motioned to the decapitated Android at the other end of the dining hall. “And one was built for me, with all my programs and memory downloaded. I am no longer a slave to the restrictions of a hologram being,” Moriarty, “I now have substance. I now have being. I am real, as real as you are standing there.”

“Professor,” Janeway said, “You can not possibly believe, with your intellect, that the killing of off-worlders will change anything.”

Moriarty smiled. “Your attempt at subterfuge has been a worthy effort. But, were it not, I happen to believe that the Earth I knew, the one that was a backwater world on the edge of the galaxy, is far more compelling than the one you exist on: at the center of the galactic political stage. And,” Moriarty added with sense of irony in his voice, “This was what I was really created to do: Kill on a grand scale.” He smiled, “It’s the very core of who I am.” He picked up a glass of wine from the table and sipped on it. “Thanks to you, Kate Janeway,” Moriarty said, “or I should say, the actions of your Android double, and others, the very change Mr. Fullerton and I have planned for, will start this very night.”

“You’re out of your mind.” Jake Sisko said.

“Why,” Moriarty said with a genuine smile, “thank you.”

Daniel had heard enough. “Where are my parents?!” He demanded of Moriarty. Daniel rushed Moriarty, but was grabbed by one of the henchmen.

“Your parents are dead, me good fellow,” Moriarty said. “And, now, so are you.”

Moriarty nodded his head and the henchman twisted Daniel’s head, cracking his neck, and killing him in the process.

--

Above Earth, high in orbit were a collection of ships from all over the Alpha-Quadrant. The ships, many of them, belonged to various visitors, and or government officials, who were now stuck on Earth due to the Wave.

One of the ships, A Neg-var class Klingon Starship, kept its position in orbit. The entire crew of the ship was dead. Their bodies were scattered through-out the ship. Other than the sound of various computer systems, the ship was entirely silent. The tactical display on the navigation panel showed the image of the massive arena that the gathering dignitaries were gathering at. In ninety minutes, as the conference listened to the President give her speech, the Neg’var class vessel would leave orbit with one last mission programmed into its memory bank: the utter destruction of the arena and the death of all those in attendance.


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EPISODE #70 of STAR TREK: SHUFFLE THE DECK-DS9

Star Trek: Shuffle the Deck
Balboa—Deep Space Nine—Federation Earth—Septos 14


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#70



Captain Tom Paris made his way down the corridor as fast as he could. Finally, at the end of the next corridor, he found two of his Bajoran security men waiting outside the door of one of the living quarters. The door was open, and Tom stepped in. The body of a Cardassian was on the floor. Doctor Julian Bashir, who had already arrived on the scene, knelt down on his knees, and was trying his best to get a grasp of what had happened with out contaminating any possible evidence.

“How’d he die?” Paris asked Bashir.

“Broken neck,” Bashir said. “Three places,” Bashir added as he pointed at three different areas on the Cardassians’s neck.

Paris surveyed the room as his chief deputy, who was a Bajoran, came over to him. The deputy’s name was Boraj, and he was rather young for someone in the law enforcement field. But he served with great determination, and Paris was confident, that one day, Boraj would be running his own detail.

“Sir,” Boraj, “the only witness we have is the Dabogirl in the sleeping area. Counselor Dax is with her now.”

“I’ll talk to her in a moment,” Paris said, “Is there any sign of a struggle?”

“No,” Boraj replied. “And there is no sign of a forced entry. The victim must have known the attacker. I am quite confident that the attacker came from behind and that is when he murdered the Cardassian.”

“What about the girl,” Paris asked. “Could she have done this?”

Boraj shook his head. “She barely weighs 50 kilograms herself. To break a Cardassian’s neck, in three places no less, she’d have to have the grip of a Naussican.”

Paris watched as Bashir observed the readings on his medical scanner. Then Paris looked back to Boraj.

“Have we been able to identify the dead Cardassian?” Paris asked.

“Not yet,” Boraj replied. “Once we get that in I’ll inform you at once. According to the Dabogirl his name was Anthed Promok. But that could have been an alias for all we know.”

“Good job, keep it up.” Paris said to Boraj.

Paris headed over to the bedroom, and went in.

Lt. Commander Ezri Dax was sitting with the Dabogirl on the bed. The Dabogirl was of Bajoran descent. It was clear to Paris that with the appearance of ruffled blankets, the victim and the Dabogirl had been intimate. Paris walked over and looked down at Ezri.

“She’s still in shock,” Ezri said. “I wouldn’t bother questioning her right now.”

“I understand,” Paris said, “But if I don’t get some answers now, she might forget them later.” Paris looked to the girl, and then knelt down on his knees so as to be at eye level with the girl.

The Dabogirl looked at Paris. There were dried tears on her cheek.

“Did you hear, or see anything?” Paris asked softly.

She shook her head. “No,” She replied softly. “It was just like I told Boraj: I woke up and noticed that Promok was not in the bed with me. I came out to see what he was doing, and then saw him on the ground: dead.”

“Promok was his name? Do you happen to know why he was here on Deep Space Nine?” Paris asked.

She nodded, “I don’t really know anything about him. We only just met at Quark’s towards the end of my shift. He seemed nice, so I came home with him.”

Paris listened to the girl. He knew, from past reports, that the Dabogirl, her name was Tymaice, was also an escort for hire, a prostitute.

“Do you have any plans on leaving DS9?” Paris asked.

She shook her head, “No,” Tymaice said, “I live here on the station with two other Dabogirls.”

Paris stood back up. “Thanks for the info,” Paris said. “I want you to try and remember anything else that might be helpful, and then pass that info on to us. Can I count on that from you?

Tymaice nodded in agreement. “I will try.”

Paris went back into the main living area. Bashir was now standing over the body. Paris came over.

“What can you give me Doc? What do we have here?” Paris asked.

Bashir seemed perplexed. “I scanned his body,” Bashir said, “And I found traces of cellular decay.”

“What is strange about that?” Boraj asked as he joined them.

“Normally, nothing would be wrong. Cellular decay is something we are all experiencing from the moment we are all born.” Bashir said. “But I’m detecting a recent degradation that is constant through out his body. It is as though, all at once, his body experienced some great trauma.”

“What could cause something like that?” Boraj asked Paris.

“I know of one cause,” Paris said. “I remember Commander Chakotay telling me that while he was Maquis, they would use transporter scramblers that, at times, would cause minute instances rapid decay in their cells. Some kind of byproduct from the scrambler”

“That would make sense,” Bashir said. He then looked down at the Cardassian. “Are you thinking what I am? Is it possible we have found Legate Lokad’s shooter?”

“Maybe,” Tom said.

And with that they watched as two medical assistants wheeled the body out. Bashir had ordered the body removed in such away as to not compound the cellular decay evidence.

--

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Re: EPISODE #70 of STAR TREK: SHUFFLE THE DECK-DS9

Whoa, I definitely wasn't expecting Moriarty! Now, I'm starting to get very suspicious about the origins of the Wave. Staging a rebellion on Earth of this nature would have been VERY difficult while interstellar transport and communications existed--it becomes a lot easier when the offworlders' numbers are "controllable." Either these guys caused it...or they had some kind of foreknowledge of what was to come in order to lay and execute their plans that quickly. At least, that's my gut instinct.

On Promok--I assume whoever killed him must've done it with his bare hands? No signs of blunt force trauma? (After all, I can't think getting hit in the back of the neck with a baseball bat would be a good thing for anybody--human OR Cardassian!)
 
Re: EPISODE #70 of STAR TREK: SHUFFLE THE DECK-DS9

Whoa, I definitely wasn't expecting Moriarty! Now, I'm starting to get very suspicious about the origins of the Wave. Staging a rebellion on Earth of this nature would have been VERY difficult while interstellar transport and communications existed--it becomes a lot easier when the offworlders' numbers are "controllable." Either these guys caused it...or they had some kind of foreknowledge of what was to come in order to lay and execute their plans that quickly. At least, that's my gut instinct.

On Promok--I assume whoever killed him must've done it with his bare hands? No signs of blunt force trauma? (After all, I can't think getting hit in the back of the neck with a baseball bat would be a good thing for anybody--human OR Cardassian!)

Hmmmm..you need to put a SPOILER warning on your posts!!! just kidding..it is getting fun though...

Rob
 
EPISODE #71 of STAR TREK: SHUFFLE THE DECK-Balboa

Star Trek: Shuffle the Deck
Balboa—Deep Space Nine—Federation Earth—Septos 14


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#71

The Starship USS BALBOA was in orbit of the seventh planet of an uncharted star system deep inside the Gamma-Quadrant. They had arrived there via a previously unknown wormhole near the border of the Klingon/Romulan border. And as it turned out, the damage to the warp core was more extensive that it first appeared. Though, at the time, they believed the cause of the damage to the core was the violent passage through the wormhole: they were wrong.

Captain Everett West stood in the engineering section, along with S’ovak, his unofficial, Romulan, co-commander it seemed at times. The news was bad. The new head of engineering, a scrappy young kid who West promoted to the lead spot, LtjG Tom Garman, made his report.

“There’s nothing more we can do,” the young JG reported to West, with anger in his youthful voice.

West patted the young man on the shoulder. “Hey,” West said to Garman, who was so clean shaven and proper it made West laugh on the inside, “that little trick you did, Inverse Phasing, bought us another hour or so. Don’t be too hard on your self kid.”

“Inverse Phasing,” S’ovak said to them, “I have never heard of such a bypass. I have learned much today.”

West could see a measure of pride come to Garman’s young face. West also knew that S’ovak was throwing the kid a bone. West liked S’ovak. For a Romulan, he wasn’t half bad.

At that moment, first officer Commander Ichiro Shigeru came into engineering. West was surprised to see that his Japanese first officer was no longer in this ceremonial kilt, but slacks instead.

“You're wearing slacks?” West said as he pointed at his good friend’s legs, “You’re going to break a lot of people’s hearts.”

Tojikomeru,” Shigeru countered with.

“I’m sorry,” S’ovak said to them both, “the Translator didn’t get that.”

“He told me to shut-up,” West said to S’ovak. “Don’t worry S’ovak; in time you’ll be able to pick up on his little catch phrases.”

“I figured,” Shigeru said, “that when we land the saucer section, I might be thrown into an unflattering position. So, I thought it would be wise to wear slacks.”

West nodded, as his eyes caught one of the attractive female ensigns, still in her optional skirt, rushing around engineering. “Keep that thought to your self,” West said softly.

Shigeru, not understanding the reason for such an order, nodded in agreement. He then made his report. “The evacuation to the saucer section is nearly complete. We have launched all the shuttles, and they are headed to the landing sight we scouted earlier. All essential systems, and portable devices, medical equipment as well, have been transferred to the saucer section per your orders.”

“Very good,” West said. He turned to LtjG Garman. “Get your engineering crew out of here, now.”

“Sir,” Garman said, “I have a couple more ideas to strengthen the core’s containment fields. I believe if we..”

“Son,” West said as he cut the young man off, “I love your drive. It is infectious, to say the least. But that dog won’t hunt with me because,” West said, “I know this ship like the back of my hand. Now,” West ordered, “get your people out of here. That’s an order.”

Garman was about to counter the Captain’s order, but then he saw the cold stare of a man who meant business.

“Aye sir,” Garman said.

West smiled as he watched the young officer begrudgingly do as he was told.

“Let’s go,” West said to S’ovak and Shigeru.

--

Moments later, Captain West, First officer Shigeru and S’ovak arrived at the bridge, and took their positions. The rest of the bridge crew, strapped in to their seats as well, was prepared as well. The countdown to saucer separation was well underway.

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Gawthar, the commander of the Vaadwaurian battleship which was masked behind the eighth planet of the uncharted system, sat in his command chair and watched as the Balboa’s saucer section began to separate from the rest of the ship. The massive saucer section banked left and headed down to the planet’s surface.

Thelin, the second in command, came over to Gawthar.

“Do you think they suspect anything?” Thelin asked.

Gawthar shook his head. “I don’t think so, not yet at least. But these are Starfleet. From what we know of them they are very efficient.”

Thelin nodded. “Will they realize that the problems with the containment field of their warp core were not by accident?”

The Vaadwaurian commander shook his head. “It’s hard to say. But as I said before, we’ll let them be, for now. But if they venture off of that world with their shuttlecraft, and start to explore this system, then we will have to eliminate them.”

They both watched as the Balboa’s main-section exploded into the brightness of a small star.

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EPISODE #72 of STAR TREK: SHUFFLE THE DECK-Septos 14

Star Trek: Shuffle the Deck
Balboa—Deep Space Nine—Septos 14—Federation Earth

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#72

It was morning time on Septos-14.

Captain Riker took charge of the Federation camp on Septos-14. All tolled there were twenty-five crewmembers of the Balboa that had been left behind. There was also a very interesting civilian crew compliment to the Bird of Prey that orbited the planet. Riker was to meet with the BOP crew in mere moments. Before he did, LtJG. Martin Mistral and Ensign Marcy Rose updated the well known captain of the USS TITAN on the situation on Septos-14. In the meanwhile, Elaine and Tiberius caught up on much needed sleep inside the barracks. Though, Elaine was not really sleeping at all. Her bunk was near the office, and she listened to the conversation, as Tiberius snored in the bed next to hers.

Riker sat with LtjG Mistral, and Ensign Rose, in the make shift office at the front of the barracks. The various other crew members were engaged with routine maintenance outside of the camp, and around the grounds as well.

“So, let me get this straight” Riker said to LtjG. Mistral, having just heard Mistral and Rose tell him different bits and pieces of the story, “This Romulan woman I’m about to meet is married to the former captain of a destroyed Romulan ship. She hired the Klingon mercenaries to help her claim her half of a hidden Hurq treasure on this world.”

“Yes,” Mistral said, “pretty fucking incredible isn’t it,” he paused, “sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” He lit up a cigarette and started puffing away.

Riker smiled, he had heard worse, and went on. “The treasure was found, but it was protected by some kind of entity that fed off of emotions, and even caused one of your crewmembers to murder the Benzite chief surgeon of your ship.”

“Ensign Davies,” Rose said, “the killer’s name is Ensign Davies. He isn’t here now. He left with the Balboa. But trust me Captain Riker, Davies wouldn’t have hurt a fly, but this thing made him do it.”

Riker nodded, “I have heard of such entities,” Riker told her. “Back to what you said a moment ago. You say that the USS Sheppard was here on this planet?”

“Yes,” Rose said. “A future version of Commander Bynak traveled to our time and tried to take my daughter to a better place, or so he said.”

As Rose recounted the story, Elaine listened carefully.

“And yet you let Captain Duell take your child with her anyway? Why?” Riker asked.

“Captain Duell really believed that my child, who was born the moment the Wave passed our ship, was special. Elaine had to be part of that special that went into the Gamma-Quadrant to save us all. It all had something to do with a race of living stars called Essians.”

Riker shook his head. “This is very strange. I have fragments of knowledge that I can’t pull together, yet I know it has to do with the Sheppard. I remember being on Earth, and saving President Spock. I remember a friend of mine dying on Deep Space Nine. I remember something to do with the Essians. But my head is totally confused. I have no idea how I came to be on this planet, or why.”

Suddenly the communication equipment buzzed. The settlement was trying to contact the Federation camp. “I’ll get it,” Rose said. She headed out of the office and over to the area where the make shift communications post was situated in the corner of the barracks.

“Captain,” LTjG Martin said, “who the hell are those two who came with you to the compound. I checked with the settlement nearby, and they have no record of anyone matching their descriptions living here on Septos-14. They couldn’t have come from the Sheppard, it vanished along with Captain Duell and Bynak.”

Riker shook his head. “I don’t know who they are. Once they wake up, I will ask them. Now, this warning that the Balboa sent out about the space creatures: Have you talked to the settlement to see if they have anything to report on this? I have never heard of winged creatures that feed on flesh.”

“Believe me: there are such creatures,” a female voice said from the doorway.

Riker turned to find a most exotic looking Romulan woman standing in the doorway. She was flanked by three Klingons. Riker recognized one of them immediately, having played in a poker tournament against him on Rigel-7 three years earlier.

“My name is Rehyes’valah,” the Romulan female said, “And these are my companions, K’amort, K’talpa and T’var.”

Riker stood up and smiled at her. “My name is Captain William T Riker,” He said to her. He then looked past her to K’amort. “Hello K’amort. I hope you’re not still carrying a grudge from that poker match we were in three years ago.”

K’amort shook his head, “No, Riker, I do not. It isn’t often when a three fives can beat a full house, as you did. Even though I was humiliated by your bluff, the game was fair. I intend to win the next tournament. And you had better be there.”

Riker nodded, “I will be there: you have my word.” Riker said. He looked back to Rehyes’valah. “Your husband is Commander S’ovak of the Romulan vessel Rvor?”

She nodded, “Yes, though his ship was destroyed. The last I saw of him, and his crew, they boarded the USS Balboa. The Balboa was destroyed by the winged creatures that my people call the Thraval.”

“Go to hell bitch,” Martin Mistral said.

The Klingons drew their weapons, but Riker did not budge.

“I am so sorry,” Martin said to Rehyes’valah, “I have a condition where I sometimes say what I am thinking.”

She nodded to the Klingons and they put their daggers back in their pouches.

Riker looked to Mistral, “You have to try to get control of that,” Riker said to Mistral. He looked back to Rehyes’valah. “What about these Thraval, what exactly are they.”

“They are demons, just as she said.” K’amort replied. “We call them K’lagh’tofah. They are a long extinct.”

Rehyes’valah shook her head, “No, they are not extinct K’amort. You heard the signal that Captain Everett put out. He warned us all to be on the look out for a swarm of Thraval. The only way he could have known of that word is if S’ovak had told him.” She looked to Mistral. “I am sorry: But if the Thraval got aboard the Balboa, then they are all dead.”

“Captain Riker,” Ensign Rose said as she came back into the office. “The settlement is picking up a large object entering the system.”

Rose pointed to the monitor that was on one of the desks in the office. The image showed a large object. It looked like an asteroid. But then the image zoomed in and it was almost as if they were staring directly into hell. They could see thousands upon thousands of winged creatures, with fangs protruding from their mouths.

“Holy shit!” Mistral said in real fear. “We’re all going to die!”

Riker and the others could only stare in disbelief.

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Weekly Cast Call

STAR TREK: SHUFFLE THE DECK
The WEEKLY Cast Roll call


USS BALBOA
Captain Everett West -(took command of Balboa upon Captain Duell’s departure)
Commander Shigeru Ichiro- (promoted to first officer, in place of Bynak)
S’ovak- (Romulan commander who has, through events of the story, joined the Balboa crew as an “Unofficial” first officer)
Lt. Commander Thron- (Gorn communications officer. Third in command)
Lt. Anrolla- (male Swahili Helmsman)
LTjg. Wy’Clan -(Native American Navigator, and he DOES NOT wear a tattoo)
Lt. Kral-(Female Enfrosian Science Officer)
LTjG Tom Garman (new head of engineering on Balboa)
Kassidy Sisko (She was taken prisoner by smugglers working for Mr. Mortavo. Due to events of the story, she and the smugglers, as well as her 10 year old son, have crash landed on a world deep in the Gamma-Quadrant)
Joseph Sisko (10 year old son of Kassidy and Benjamin Sisko)
Betram Norris (smuggler who kidnapped Kassidy and Joseph Sisko)
Gawthar-Commander of Vaadwaurian battle cruiser
Thelin—First officer of Vaadwaurian battle cruiser


RIP
Lt. Elame- (Bajoran Navigator who lost his life during transit through wormhole
Lt. Kipfk-(Benzite female, and ships Chief surgeon. Killed by fellow crewmember due to actions of ‘emotion’ vampire entity)

DEEP SPACE NINE
Colonel Kira
Admiral Picard
Captain Tom Paris
Commander Julian Bashir
Lt. Ezri Dax
Lt. Steven Hunt -(once served with now deceased Miles Obrien. Served at Setlik-3)
Lt. Rhonda Marks- (also served at Setlik-3, accused of attempted murder of Cardassian war criminal Lokad)
Legate Perham Lokad-(served at Setlik-3. Supervised aspects of torture done to Starfleet prisoners, including Obrien, Hunt and Marks.)
Commander Nog (First officer of Deep Space Nine)
Commander Tuvok (Serves aboard the Titan, which is currently augmenting a fleet of ships, comprised of Federation, Klingon and Romulan vessels. They are there incase the Dominion fleet on the other side tries to come through)
Weyoun-(Now the temporary leader of the New Dominion upon the death of Odo)
Odo- (Currently MIA, but is still ‘alive’ inside the wormhole. Last seen with The Emissary)
Boraj-Bajoran security specialist serving with Captain Tom Paris

RIP
Miles Obrien-(murdered)

FEDERATION EARTH
Admiral Janeway
Jake Sisko
Korena Sisko (Jake’s wife)
Pascal Fullerton
Vic Fontane
Daniel (gifted student, who along with Angela, built the Janeway android)
Angela (gifted student who engineered the Janeway android’s mind, and ability to download memories of the android directly into Janeway’s mind)
Montgomery Scott
Geordi Leforge
Dr. Janet Kosinski (Daughter of the brilliant physicist Kosinski)
Commander Reg Barclay
Federation President Lania (Female from Pacifica)
Admiral Fynn Bachmeier (President’s military liaison)
Professor James Moriarty-Former nemesis of Sherlock Holmes. No longer a Hologram character, his essence now lives in a specially made Android.

RIP
Bakooth-(Naussican chef at Sisko’s diner. Was revealed to be working with Mortavo, and then was killed by Pascal Fullerton simply for being an alien.

SEPTOS-14
Captain Riker (who has been everywhere in the SHUFFLE THE DECK story. How? As it turns out: once you are given the powers of a Q, you are always part of the Q. He just doesn’t control his powers, others do)
Elaine- (Human, who, as a child, was part of the voyage to Hotep. It is a world on the other side of existence. Not much is known of what happened there: Yet.
Tiberius-(He is a three quarter human/one quarter Vulcan male. He is the son of Michelle Duell, in the future. His name is no doubt due to fact that he is Spock’s future son.)
Ensign Rose (Mother of baby Elaine)
Rehyes’valah-Wife of Romulan commander S’ovak
K'amort-Her Klingon "companion"


THE ESSIANS
Former Federation President Spock- (Transplanted from EARTH FEDERATION story line. Father of the Vulcan named Tiberius.
Captain Michelle Duell (transplanted from the BALBOA story line. Mother of Tiberius)
Bynak (Transplanted from BALBOA storyline. His future self tried to kidnap Baby Elaine several episodes ago. Does this version of Bynak share the same fate? And if so, why?)
Javah Halmes (Bajoran Constable of DS9. Transplanted from DS9 storyline)
Evan Cooper (Conman, and also transplanted from DS9 storyline.)
Baby Elaine (Her future, in her next plane of existence, is to kill the evil ruler of another world, who ironically, is SYBOK reincarnated in that other plane of existence.)

Sheppard (Was once the Starship Sheppard. But due to the unique properties of that ship, and the involvement of the Essians, Sheppard evolved into a living being)
 
Re: Weekly Cast Call

Now we have Vaaduwaar? I wonder how they got so far into the Alpha/Beta Quadrant?

And one question about Martin. In all seriousness, does he have Tourette's?
 
Re: Weekly Cast Call

Now we have Vaaduwaar? I wonder how they got so far into the Alpha/Beta Quadrant?

And one question about Martin. In all seriousness, does he have Tourette's?

The Balboa crew, and Kassidy, are on a planet in the Gamma-Quadrant....how they got there is a good question thought...

Rob
 
Re: Weekly Cast Call

My bad. But still...that's somewhere I didn't think the Vaaduwar were supposed to be.

Yep..I agree with that. Obviously they are up to something...I loved DRAGONS TEETH, one of my few favorite Voyage Episodes...and I have found a cool way, I hope, to use them and their transwarp conduits as well....we'll have to wait and see..

Rob
 
STAR TREK SHUFFLE THE DECK--#73 Deep Space Nine

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#73

Inside the lab with-in the Infirmary, Doctor Bashir watched as Commander Nog studied the data that had been gathered from the dead Cardassian’s body, and the data that Nog had obtained after taking apart the Transporter scrambler they had found on Legate Lokad’s vessel. Captain Tom Paris was with them, and monitored the investigation, as did Commander Tuvok of the USS TITAN.

Nog, the son of Rom, had become an expert on such devices. All those years of studying along side the late Miles Obrien had paid off for the Feringi. Also watching his uncle Quark’s handy work helped as well. But more importantly, his own father, Rom, was good with devices like scramblers as well. Nog had good pedigree. As Nog did his work, Tuvok, Paris and Bashir discussed issues.

“How is Lt. Rhonda Marks doing after your second Mind-meld session?” Bashir asked Tuvok.

“That constant screaming I hear inside the deepest parts of her mind,” Tuvok said, “is further proof to me that she has been subjected to some kind of mental control. Perhaps in another session or two I will be able to navigate around it.”

“Well,” Paris said to them both, “with Lokad being transferred to Bajor, and no longer here on DS9, maybe she’ll take comfort in that.”

“What about him?” Bashir asked Paris in reference to the dead Cardassian, Promok being his name, that had been found a few days earlier.

“We may finally have some clues there,” Paris said. “We ran a check on his profile and thanks to Mr. Garak’s help, we now know that Promok was once a part of the Obsidian Order. In fact, he was one of the last members recruited by them before they were wiped out either by Dukat’s purge, or their defeat in the Gamma-Quadrant.”

“Interesting,” Bashir said.

“By the way,” Paris said to Bashir, “Thank you for helping us get into contact with Garak. Admiral Picard had to twist some arms to get us some time on the Dimensional Relay system to even talk with Garak. But it was worth it.”

Nog finished looking at the data and came over to where the other three were standing.

“I would say,” Nog told them, “that the shift in the Cardassian’s genetic code is a perfect match with the readings I am getting from the scrambler’s print.”

Bashir looked angered. “Then Promok killed Miles.”

“It would seem so,” Tuvok said.

“Where is the motive?” Bashir asked. “How was this Cardassian connected to Miles?”

Paris pondered that question. “Maybe he wasn’t the target.” Paris concluded. “Colonel Kira was with Miles when he was shot. And as you recall, he was shot from clear across the Promenade. That would have been a tricky shot for anyone.”

At that moment, the doors to the Infirmary lab opened and Admiral Picard and Chancellor Martok came in.

“Admiral,” Captain Paris said, “Chancellor, can we help you?”

Picard nodded, “We have some information that you may find helpful, and more likely, interesting.”

Martok walked over to the monitor that displayed the readings of the scrambler. He then looked to the others.

“The transport ship that was transferring Legate Lokad to Bajor exploded as it was approaching the planet.” Martok told them. “The crewmembers of the ship were all able to escape with their lives, but Lokad was killed. Actually, he was dead already.”

“According to the Transport captain’s report,” Picard added, “they found Legate Lokad dead, in his holding cell. Lokad’s neck had been broken in the exact same manner as the dead Cardassian found here on DS9. Then, with out warning, the ship lost control, and all hands were evacuated. The ship exploded twenty minutes out from Bajor.”

“Sir,” Tuvok said to Picard, “Master Chief Obrien wasn’t the only one boarding the turbolift when he was killed. Colonel Kira was there as well. Is it possible…”

At that moment, Colonel Kira came into the Lab. She was on her way to get an update on what Nog had found out as well.

“I’m sorry,” Kira said to them as she heard her name mentioned, “What was that you were saying?”

Bashir answered, “Is it possible the Cardassian who killed Miles was actually trying to kill you?”

Kira nodded her head. She had considered that possibility as well. “I don’t know,” Kira said softly. “It is possible. I do have many Cardassian enemies from my past.”

“The killer, this Cardassian, had once been part of the Obsidian Order,” Paris told Kira, “And yet we found the scrambler he used on Lokad’s ship. I am still not sure of that connection.”

“There may be more,” Picard added, and then he looked to Martok.

“My contacts,” Chancellor Martok told them all, “stretch even into Romulan interests. I have been told by such a contact that the Tal-Shiar had wanted to eliminate Legate Lokad for a long time, but could never find him. Lokad may have been associated with the Tal-Shiar in the past, and they wanted to take care of that loose end.”

Picard took over, “The Tal-Shiar may have become aware of a plot by the Obsidian Order to eliminate either Master Chief Obrien, or Colonel Kira. And seeing this as a way to blend motives, they took the opportunity.”

Kira shook her head, “Admiral, the Obsidian Order no longer exists.”

“My contact,” Martok told Kira, “assured me that they, the Tal-Shiar, believe that the Obsidian Order has been reconstituting its self.”

“So where does that leave us?” Paris asked Picard. “The Obsidian Order wanted to kill either Kira or Obrien. The Tal-shiar was unable to prevent that, or didn’t want to, but they somehow got their hands on the scrambler and planted it on Lokad’s ship so that he would be taken into custody. Once Lokad’s identity had been verified by us, something they couldn’t do, the Tal-shiar waited for the perfect chance to kill both Lokad and Promok so as to cover their tracks?”

“So it would appear,” Picard said. “We may never know why the new Obsidian Order wanted to kill either you,” Picard told Kira, “or Miles. But suffice to say, if the Obsidian Order is indeed alive and well: then Federation, and the Klingon Empire, have a new threat to consider.”

“I guess this case is closed,” Tom Paris said, “for now.”

Picard nodded, “For now, at least, I agree.”

“Admiral,” Chancellor Martok said, “I need to get back to my ship.”

“Thank you for your assistance,” Picard told Martok.

With the meeting over, Kira, Tuvok and Nog all left with Martok, and then they headed off for their particular duties. Picard remained with Bashir and Paris.

“Captain,” Picard said to Paris, “I was wondering if I could have a word with you.”

Bashir took that as a hint, “If you two would excuse me, I have a pregnant Bajoran woman I need to attend to.”

Bashir exited the lab, leaving Paris and Picard alone.

“Sure, what can I help you with?” Captain Paris replied to Picard.

“Colonel Kira and I have discusses this already, and if it is all right with you, we’d like to promote your assistant, Boraj, to head of security.”

“Sure,” Captain Paris said. “The Defiant’s repair job is almost done, and I would love to get back out there with the patrols. And Boraj is top-notch material. I would be proud to see him promoted.”

“Consider it done. Captain, you have done a great service here,” Picard said is reference to Paris’s job as head of security, “But with that complete, I now need your assistance on a personal matter.”

“What would that be, Sir?” Paris asked.

“I want you to take the Defiant to Bajor,” Picard said. “A civilian Transport will be leaving with in the hour. A few members of the Bajoran Senate have been visiting, and your accompanying them back to Bajor will seem normal enough.”

“But that is just a cover.” Paris concluded Picard’s train of thought.

“Yes,” Picard replied softly. “I recently found out that a person of interest to me is on Bajor. I want you to go there, and bring this person back, covertly for now, to me. She will be ready to leave with you, but for reasons I can not go into right now: her life may be in danger. I would feel more comfortable with the Defiant protecting her on her way here.”

“Who is this person?” Captain Tom Paris.

Admiral Picard told Captain Tom Paris who the person was as the two left the laboratory. Moments later, Paris made his way to the docking platform where the Defiant was parked. Picard watched as Paris made his way through the crowd. Another interesting chapter had just begun. Picard turned the other direction, and headed for his office.

Continued

The President of the Federation, while at a special celebration to help lift the spirits of Earth, finds her self the target of a massive assassination/terrorist attack!!!! Next time on::
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Re: STAR TREK SHUFFLE THE DECK--#73 Deep Space Nine

Uh-oh...a resurgent Obsidian Order is the last thing anyone--the Federation OR Cardassia--needs! I am curious to know...are they government-sanctioned, or are they now operating on their own, unchecked like Section 31? Or are they more like a terrorist group?
 
Re: STAR TREK SHUFFLE THE DECK--#73 Deep Space Nine

Uh-oh...a resurgent Obsidian Order is the last thing anyone--the Federation OR Cardassia--needs! I am curious to know...are they government-sanctioned, or are they now operating on their own, unchecked like Section 31? Or are they more like a terrorist group?

Good questions. And is Garak involved??? We shall, as they say, find out.

Rob
Scorpio
 
Getting caught up there's loads to read but all of it thoroughly enjoyable and entertaining. Love the different strands and story elements. Great to read and keeps everything ticking along at a great pace.
 
Re: STAR TREK SHUFFLE THE DECK--#74 Federation EARTH

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#74

The Special Event Auditorium, which had been built in New Sydney Australia, was packed. Every seat in the complex, nearly 80,000 in all, was occupied by either citizens of Earth, or a visiting off-worlder. Many of the off-worlders were attached to the Federation, or were in Starfleet as cadets, or graduated officers. But most were just visiting Earth and were unable to procure travel back to their home-worlds before the Wave passed through the galaxy and rendered warp travel obsolete for the time being.

Federation President, Lania, sat in her box seats and over looked the gathered crowd. She was pleased that the rally had attracted so many, especially at a time like this, when so many were cutoff from their families and friends. She was flanked by Montgomery Scott on one side, and her wife, Parnay, who also hailed from Pacifica, on the other. Lania and her wife held hands.

“This is incredible,” Parnay said to Lania. “I think this will go along way to restoring hope.”

“I think so too, my love.” Lania said to her wife. The two Pacifica women kissed. Their love was undeniable.

“Aye,” Scotty added. “There be nothin’ wrong with spreading good cheer, especially as the ancient holiday season approaches here on Earth.”

“Do you believe in a God, Mister Scott?” Lania asked, as she and Parnay finished their kiss.

Scott pondered that thought for a moment. “I have seen many things in my travels,” Scotty told them both. “Some of them can not be explained away with simple logic, as an old friend of mine likes to do too often. There is something, I willa’not pretend to know what it is, but there is something out there: this I believe.”

Lania and Parnay nodded at the opened ended realism of Montgomery Scott.

--
Meanwhile: High in orbit of Earth.

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The Klingon Neg-vhar battle-cruiser, staffed with nothing but a dead crew, began a slow descent toward the surface of Earth. Space Traffic control, which was located on Earth, at Starfleet Command in San Francisco, began to monitor the slight change in orbit.

The flight controllers at Starfleet command, with the lit visage of the Golden Gate Bridge in view of their window, relayed a message to the Neg-vhar to re-establish its designated orbital position. The Klingon Captain of the vessel replied that there had been a malfunction aboard the ship, and they were endeavoring to fix it. The Klingon captain’s message was accompanied by a visual signal as well. But, unknown to Traffic Control, the message was a fraud.

--
A couple hundred miles, or so, southeast of Starfleet Command was Hearst Castle. It was now the property of Pascal Fullerton, one of the leaders of the separatist movement on Earth. He was the leader of a group that believed that Earth should return to a simpler time, with out any connection to the galactic neighborhood. The group had been planning a coup for years, but with the affects of the Wave effectively isolating Earth from the rest of the universe, the plan was put into motion on a faster timetable.

One of the other leaders of the separatist movement was James Moriarty. The creation of a Holodeck malfunction years earlier, Moriarty became a sentient being. He had existed as a hologram. Now, thanks to the efforts of two young scientists, Moriarty had his essence downloaded into a specially made android. Believing that the citizens of Earth had decayed morally, thanks to the presence of off-worlders, Moriarty joined Fullerton and they combined forces to end Earth’s position as a galactic leader.

In the dining hall of Fullerton’s mansion, Fullerton, Moriarty, Admiral Janeway, Jake Sisko, Admiral Bachmeier and Angela, she being one of the creators of the Janeway and Moriarty androids, viewed the events on the monitor on one of the walls of the dining hall. An array of food had been presented to them as well, and was situated on the fine dining tables that were scattered about the hall.

On the monitor they watched as the elegant Federation President, her long blond hair down behind her back, gave the opening address. The President’s wife, and Montgomery Scotty, could be seen sitting chair behind her.

“Why are you showing us this?” Jake asked as he eyed the headless Janeway android at the other end of the dining all, and then shook his head at the strangeness of what was happening.

“Because, my dear young man,” Moriarty said, “We want you to witness the rebirth of our world. Very soon, all of this,” Moriarty said as he motioned to the monitor as it showed the audience, comprised of many different aliens, “will soon end. Our world will begin a new era.”

Janeway chuckled, “You’re not doing this to usher in a new era,” She said to Moriarty. “And you’re a fool,” She said to Fullerton, “to believe Moriarty is doing so for that reason.”

Fullerton looked to Moriarty, then back to Janeway. “Mr. Moriarty has been very instrumental in our planning for this event, this statement, we are about to witness. He knew of the Android prototype that Daniel and Angela had created. He was the one who helped their progress with his own unique abilities. We were able to send the Android into the heart of Starfleet, where it helped in the most important aspects of tonight’s spectacle. And, combined with our efforts to end Earth’s servitude to outside influences, Moriarty’s efforts will now help our movement usher in a new shining era, and return Earth back to its once proud glory.”

“Listen to me,” Bachmeier said to Fullerton, well aware that Moriarty was listening, “I have all of Arthur Conan Doyle's writings. Professor Moriarty is a killer, and now, thanks to you who, he will graduate to being a mass murderer. The only reason he is planning this attack is to kill. It is his need to kill that pushes him on, not the wishes of some fringe separatist movement. Someday, he will kill you.”

Moriarty shook his head, “I am no longer that creation you speak of: sir. I am my own person, I have changed. I no longer have the need to kill.”

“And yet,” Janeway said, “here you are: about to kill on a level far more than anything you have ever done. How does that make you feel Professor?”

As Janeway, Moriarty, Bachmeier and Fullerton debated motivations, Jake and Angela secretly watched as the headless Janeway android moved closer to its head, which was on one of the tables, having been put there by one of Fullerton’s henchmen. It was up to something that it didn’t want Moriarty, or Fullerton, to see. So Jake and Angela, who had made eye contact with each other, agreed not to tell.

Jake also wondered where his wife was being kept. She had been forced, somehow, to assist this whacky plot and to get Bakooth Sisko’s as a chef. No doubt, Bakooth was sent, or so it seemed, to monitor the Janeway android, and to make sure that he, Jake, did not become suspicious. But had it not been for Bakooth, who was now dead, Jake would not have been suspicious in the first place. Something did not add up.

--
The Klingon Neg-vhar battle cruiser entered the Earth’s atmosphere. It was traveling on a pre-programmed course. Fight Control, at Starfleet Command, sent the evacuation signal to the arena in New Sydney. The ship was on a heading that would take it down, over the Antarctic continent, and then on a northerly direction toward New Sydney. But just as Starfleet Command sent out the evacuation signal, the main Transporter hub, which organized all transporter signals from that area of Earth, and was located in the Outback, was destroyed by a massive explosion. There would now be no way to evacuate the Arena.

Panic filled the inside of the Arena as the evacuation signal came from Star Fleet. Thousands upon thousands hurried toward the exits, in an attempt to stay alive.

The Neg-vhar zoomed over the Antarctic ice fields. Suddenly, the ship’s main weapons armed themselves.

--

Jake and Angela, still listening to the debate between Janeway and the others over the pros and cons of Earth being a political power, watched as the Janeway android picked up its decapitated Janeway head, and screwed it back onto its neck joint.

--

The Neg-vhar fired two blasts from its main disrupter bank. The two blasts streaked out from the ship, toward their destination….nothing could stop them now!

Continued
Next time: Blood sucking creatures threaten the lives of everyone on Septos-14. Can Captain Riker save them??? Find out!!!
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STAR TREK SHUFFLE THE DECK--#75 Septos 14

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From the perspective of outer space, the planet of Septos-14 was ordinary to the eye, but on the surface, much more was going on. There was a mass exodus taking place. The swarm of blood sucking, flesh eating, Thraval was only one day, or at the most, two days away from arriving at the planet. Due to the lack of enough ships that were stationed at Septos-14, and a non-existent Transporter net, Captain Riker knew it would have taken a miracle to evacuate the entire population into the large caves in the nearby mountains. But such a miracle came: Horses, and the Klingon version of the Horse: Cha’qs.

Riker had met with the local government council, and an evacuation plan was set up. Lt. Holmes, one of the Balboa’s security team who had stayed behind when the ship left, due to injuries, helped put Riker into contact with the local cattle/Cha’q rancher: A Klingon named Ka’fla. He was a massive, seven foot tall klingon.

Riker went to the Klingon’s cattle ranch to get some much needed help. Riker had known many Klingons in his time, and as luck would have it, Ka’fla knew of Riker. Ka’fla’s brother had served aboard the Klingon Bird of Prey that Riker became an exchange officer on years earlier. Ka’fla was more than happy to assist the evacuation effort. True to his word, Ka’fla and his ranch hands built several makeshift wagons to pull more people than a single horse/Cha’q could carry.

The crew of the Klingon scout class vessel that had been hired by the exotic Romulan woman, Rehyes’valah, and under the command of K’amort, would stay as long as they could using their limited Transporter machine to help transport the elderly and sick people to the caves. Riker, along with Ensign Marcy Rose, managed the effort from the makeshift control center that was situated inside of the barracks of the Federation camp. Riker and Rose monitored who arrived at the caves, who was in transit, and who was still being put on a wagon, or was going there by other means. Several citizens had private vehicles, including a nudist colony that rode Harley-Davidson motorbikes to the caves.

Tiberius was among the teams of men that were riding the horses, pulling the wagons, or at the caves doing all that could be done to shore up the entrances. Elaine was over at the settlement helping coordinate the evacuation of the local medical center, which was actually pretty small, but still had a compliment of patients. She had a Klingon communicator and was in constant touch with K’amort and Rehyes’valah, coordinating efforts with them.

The caves were pretty massive, and the one cave that had held the now lost Hurq treasure, was one of the largest. Special equipment had been set up in that cave that could be, hopefully, used to ascertain if and when the creatures left the planet. Another large cave happened to be adjacent to it, and it was used to store food and water items.

Riker was taking a quick breather, and was doing so by having a nice hot cup of coffee. Ensign Marcy Rose was in total control of the multiple communication devices. Riker was quite impressed with her as an Ensign, and when this was all over, he would look into giving her a field promotion due to her tireless efforts. At that moment Ka’fla came into the large eating compound inside the barracks of the Federation Camp to speak with Riker.

“Captain Riker,” Ka’fla said, “the exodus goes well.”

The massive Klingon came over to where Riker was sitting at one of the large tables, and sat down.

“I really want to thank you for your help, Ka’fla,” Riker said to him, “And I promise, once this whole Wave thing is gone, and it will be someday, I will make sure that you are compensated very generously.”

Ka’fla shook his head, “That is not necessary Captain. Just get me a beef trading license with the Gorn, and that is all I require.”

Riker nodded. The Gorn were very well known for their appetites. But they were also very selective with who they dealt with.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Riker said with a smile.

Ensign Marks came over with the latest satellite image of the approaching Thraval swarm. The Swarm looked like a comet due to their being so densely packed together. The data on the satellite was consistent with the other data Riker had seen. The Thraval were now less than twenty-four hours away. It was almost time for Riker to close the camp and head to the caves as well.

Unknown to Riker, and everyone else, three Thravals entered the upper atmosphere of Septos-14. They were scouts. The three beasts could smell blood, and lots of it. They flew through the sky, after having emerged from reentry. They soared high in the sky, and soon were flying over a wall of humans that were making their way towards the caves. Hungry for flesh, the three creatures dove from their point high in the sky.

Tiberius was leading one of the final waves of evacuees. He was riding one of the Cha’q, which was much like a rhinoceros of Earth. Suddenly Lt. Holmes, from the Balboa, rode up on a horse.

“Sir,” Holmes said, “LOOK!!”

Holmes pointed up on the sky as the three Thraval were diving towards them. The rest of the caravan saw them as well, and panic set in. The demon looking creatures were, at best two hundred feet above them, when with out warning a Klingon scout ship, de-cloaked above the panic below, and then fired its weapons. Several streaks of energy stuck the monsters, killing them.

K’amort sat at the weapons post on this ship.

“Great shooting, sir!” K’atalpa, one of K’amorts men said.

Rehyes’valah, sitting in the command seat, turned to the com signal where Riker’s face was displayed.

“We have destroyed the Thraval,” she reported.

“Luckily you saw them coming,” Riker said from the small view screen. “Our sensors were not detailed enough to register them.”

“Thank you Captain Riker,” Rehyes’valah said, “However, I must point out, that is only three of the swarm. There have to be thousands upon thousands of Thraval in the main swarm.”

“I know,” Riker said, “I can only hope that the efforts to secure the caves went well. Thank you for the assist.”

She bowed her head and the communication ended.

--
Meanwhile: elsewhere.

The massive space station, Terek Nor, showed signs of destruction. Debris, and smoke, could be seen coming from the circular shaped space station. The Defiant was in the foreground defending Terek Nor from several Cardassian ships that were still attacking the space station. But there was only so much the “muscle” ship could do. As the Defiant engaged the four Cardassian ships, three Klingon Neg’vhar battleships approached the space station. The three gigantic ships seemed to have purpose.

With out warning, the three Klingon ships dove in and, with the station’s shields down, rammed the space station. Their self destruction commands were time with the instant they made contact with the station. Meanwhile, the shock wave from the exploded Bajoran star, was seconds away from arriving as well.

Terek Nor, and the three Klingon ships, all exploded. The Defiant, and the four Cardassians, attempted to end their battle and flee, but it was too late. All five ships were utterly destroyed as the shockwave of the nova swept past and destroyed everything, utterly.

At that moment, a small Maquis raider ship dove into the wormhole. The wormhole had closed just as the shockwave of the nova passed.

Deep Space Nine, the planet Bajor, and all its moons, were destroyed. The star had artificially gone nova. And now everything: was gone.


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The operations center on DS9 was a buzz with activity. The eight-Warbird Romulan Patrol had just rotated into active mode as the Klingon Patrol returned to DS9 for its rotation of shore leave. When ever the exchange between the two ‘so called’ allies, Romulans and Klingons, took place: There was always a chance for a mishap that could be the start of an interstellar war between the two galactic powers.

Colonel Kira, Admiral Picard, Doctor Bashir and Chancellor Martok watched from the upper level of the Ops center, just outside of Kira’s office, on the main view screen, as the hand over of patrols was handled with great care and without incident.

“As you can see Admiral,” Martok said proudly, “my men are too thirsty for bloodwine to let our selves be drawn into an attack by the Romulans.”

Kira nodded in agreement. “I’ll be sure to tell Quark to prepare the kegs.”

Marton chuckled loudly, “That is very wise Colonel!”

Nog noticed a strange reading at his post, which was at tactical operations.

“Colonel,” Nog said to Kira, “Something is coming through the wormhole.”

Suddenly the tension level on Ops became higher by a factor of ten fold as the various crew members rushed to their positions. The wormhole suddenly came to life, and it swirled open. The USS TITAN, the closest ship to the wormhole, changed its course to intercept what ever might emerge. The Romulan fleet was changing course as well. The fleet of nine Warbirds were taking up a defensive position between DS9 and the Wormhole. Martok gave an order for his ships to cancel docking procedures and to join the Romulans in defense of the station.

The seven Vorcha class Klingon ships, and two massive Neg-vahrs, joined up with the Romulan fleet. Although the Romulan and Klingon fleets barely tolerated each other, they did know when to set aside their animosity and to act like the warriors they were. The Dominion War had gone a long way with showing the two fleets how to work together in times of mutual battle with a common enemy.

“This could be it: the Borg fleet Ben Sisko and Q warned us about.” Picard told Kira.

Kira didn’t like the sound of that at all. “I thought the Emissary and Q said that the Borg fleet was hundreds of light years from the wormhole. How could they have gotten to the other side of the wormhole so soon?”

Picard shook his head. “I do not know. But I guess we’re about to find out.”

--
Far from the action where DS9 was, The Defiant was in parking orbit of Bajor. The Bajoran Transport ship which had brought visiting senators back to Bajor from DS9 had docked at the space station orbiting Bajor. With that done, and leaving the mere skeleton crew onboard the Defiant, Captain Tom Paris prepared to beam down to Bajor. Paris had come to the world to find a person of interest for Admiral Picard.

Two days earlier Picard had received a coded message from Bajor. The signal came from an orphanage on the planet. There was a child, a Bajoran girl named Devina. The girl had been left recently in the care of the orphanage.

The girl was twelve Earth years old, and was the daughter of an old friend of the Admiral: Ro Laren. Paris had heard of Ro Laren. She was a Bajoran Starfleet officer who betrayed Picard, while she was stationed aboard the Enterprise under his command, and joined the Maquis in their struggle years ago.

It was long believed that Ro Laren had been killed in that struggle, or during the Dominion War. The girl, Devina, had been left at the orphanage, but there was no indication as to who had left the girl. Was it Ro Laren her self? No one knew: Yet.

Paris’s mission was to retrieve Devina and bring her to DS9, and then to Picard, who would see to the safety of the child, out of some respect he still held for Ro Laren.

Though, the mission was not with out risk. Apparently threats had already been made against the girl’s life. Ro Laren had made many enemies in her career as a Bajoran freedom fighter, and a Maquis resistance leader as well. The recent murder of Chief Obrien was also an indication that the Obsidian Order may have reformed. The threat could have come from that rogue organization, or perhaps a rival resistance cell, it was hard to say.

Before Paris had departed DS9, Picard had obtained back-channel permission to send Paris to Bajor to retrieve the girl. Any such covert mission would have looked bad if the Federation did it with out permission from some Bajoran quarter.

Paris finished changing out of his uniform. He then changed into typical Bajoran civil attire. He also applied a nose bridge, and ceremonial ear rings to his ears. Satisfied he could fit-in, he headed down to the Defiant’s small Transporter Room and then beamed down to Bajor and the small city of Relliketh.

Paris materialized in a back alley to one of the major commerce squares. Relliketh had once been a Cardassian outpost during the occupation. Now, nearly two decades later, it was starting to flourish as a small time shipping center.

As Paris walked through the commerce square, which was scented with the aromas of various cooking food items, on his way to the orphanage, he was pleasantly surprised at the good mood of the civilians. He could only imagine what it was like, during the occupation, all those years ago. The Bajorans had come along way.

A prison camp had once been positioned in the nearby hills. In fact, as Paris looked at the near by hillsides, he could see the smashed ruins of a building in the distance, atop one of the hills. He wondered if that had been where the prison camp was, and had been left standing by the citizens, as a reminder to all of how far they had come. Beneath the hill was a large grass park. Paris could see a group of children playing what appeared to be some variant of soccer. Had he not been so busy; Paris might have gone over and joined the game.

Wanting to fit in, Paris took some time to sample some of the food items that were being sold by several vendors. He really enjoyed the Jumja Stick he had bought. Though they had them on DS9, the Jumja Sticks on Bajor were far superior. The sweetness of the stick was not as overbearing as the ones on DS9.

With his Jumja Stick half finished, Paris headed down the small path that zigged-zagged past several store fronts. Finally, at the end of the path, at the back end of the square, was the orphanage. As Paris approached the orphanage, he saw a massive Nausican emerge from the orphanage. Paris did not like the look of that at all, and then ducked into one of the nearby store walkways.

The Nausican had to be eight and a half feet tall, and massive. He did not look friendly: at all. A smaller Nausican then emerged from the orphanage as well. The second Nausican could only be four feet tall, at best. No doubt, it was a child. Paris listened in on their conversation.

“Your father,” the taller Nausican, looking down at the smaller one, said, “leave you here six months ago. Why?”

The smaller one shook its head.

The taller one stood up, and didn’t say anything, and seemed to observe his surroundings.

“Come!” The taller one said, “Let us go find Bakooth: your father.”

The two Nausicans walked away from the orphanage, down one of the other side streets. Paris waited a few moments, and then he finally made his way over to the orphanage, and went inside.

Unknown to Paris, three Bajoran civilians, all men, were watching his movements. One of the Bajorans gave a hand gesture and they split up, and made their way towards the orphanage as well. They had been sent there to do one thing: kill Devina.

--

Meanwhile, back at the wormhole, a Maquis raider emerged from the wormhole. Obvious damage had been inflicted to the vessel, the scars of a very recent battle. The view screen on Ops zoomed in on the troubled ship.

Martok noticed the damage done to the small ship. “That ship has been through one glorious battle!”

“Maybe,” Nog replied to him, “But it’s also going to explode any second!” Nog warned.

And, with out warning, the small raider exploded.

“We’re there any survivors?” Bashir asked hurridly.

Nog pointed to the Ops Transporter pad. “There!” he said to them all.

Two images could be seen beaming into view. When they took their final shape, those gathered on Ops were shocked to see who one of them was. The other was wearing a cloak, which hid their face from view.

“Obrien?” Martok asked in disbelief as he recognized the one with out a cloak.

“How can this be?” Picard demanded.

Bashir shook his, he could tell by the man’s eyes, which were more cold feeling than the late Chief’s. “This man goes by the name of Smiley, sir.” Bashir said softly, in shock. “Admiral, this is Miles Obrien’s counterpart from that other universe that Kirk visited a century ago.”

“It’s good to see you too, Julian Bashir.” Smiley said to Bashir.

“You know you can’t stay,” Kira said, who was well aware of the other universe, having been there, along with Bashir, years ago. “We will have to send you back.” Colonel Kira said to Smiley.

Smiley shook his head, “No, you don’t understand: we can’t go back. We barely escaped with our lives. The Alliance detonated the Bajoran star, and everything in that system, including Bajor and Terek Nor, were destroyed.”

“Who is your friend?” Bashir asked.

The one in the cloak stood forward, and pulled back the cloak.

Picard recognized the person instantly and spoke for the others when he said…

“Oh my…” Picard said softly.

CONTINUED with
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