Star Trek: USS ENTERPRISE

[RobertScorpio]

This thread will continue the STAR TREK PHASE TWO "The Voyage Home" storyline...hopefully no one will get lost as I switch over to this new, more concise, title. As for what the PHASE ONE and PHASE TWO were standing for? I was having them denote Kirk's career progression, I now recall. From his getting the ship (Phase One) to his exploring (Phase two). But with Kirk now crossing over to the SECTOR 001 storyline, it no longer made any sense. So..gone with the phases...

Anyway, hope you're all with me on this thread now. New chapters that follow will be posted in this thread...

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[RobertScorpio]

The USS Enterprise was in a bad way. An unexpected wave of energy, traveling at an incredible speed, swept over the area of space the Enterprise was in, causing severe instrumentation loss, and more importantly, the unique properties of the wave made the Vulcan made warp-core of the Enterprise, which powered the ship, unstable. After two hours of trying to contain the damage, both Captain Spock, and Engineer Scott, who was also the first officer, decided the most logical course of action was to abandon the ship….

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The Enterprise entered the atmosphere of an uncharted Class-M. And as the ship barreled its way through the various levels, on a crash course with possible destruction, the turbulence rocked the ship violently.

In preparation, every object on the ship that could be come a flying hazard was tied down. For example; all the dishes in 10-Forward were quickly packed into boxes, by Guinan and several volunteers. Once a box was full, and tightly packed, it set inside one of the large storage compartments on the shuttle deck. Once the storage compartment was packed to the rim, the store was closed. And, in an added measure of safety, the door was welded shut.

In one area of the large hanger bay, Lt. Uhura, before returning to the bridge, made sure that the two Pachan’s were caged, and packed in a compartment that had an oxygen flow.

“You really care for these animals, don’t you?” McCoy asked Uhura as he administered the special sedative to the animals that kept their telepathic abilities under control.

“Yes I do,” Uhura said to McCoy.

“Well,” McCoy said to her, “this round of shots should last the two of them for a week, incase we become separated from them.”

“Thank you doctor, I can take it from here.” Uhura said. “I know you have more important things to see to.”

“Don’t mention it,” McCoy said he rushed away to see to some other issues before the ship tried to make its touch down.

Across from Uhura, on the other side of the hanger, Scotty packed up his ceremonial sword. The sword had been handed down to Scotty by his father, as it had been handed down to him by his father, and so on, all the way back to the 1300s. He also packed up Sulu’s ceremonial Katana as well, side by side to his sword. Scotty smiled as he recalled the memorable sword battles the two had fought in the Enterprise’s gym, and the academy gym as well. Sulu was still missed by all.

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Medical equipment, computers, the weapons, anything of value was also packed away. And as the crew of nearly two-hundred prepared the ship for an emergency landing, it was becoming quite clear to all that not only was the ship going to crash, and most likely be damaged beyond repair, their hopes of getting home were going down with the ship as well.

Once the ship was made crash ready, all crewmembers, except for those on the bridge, secured themselves as well. Their lives rested in the ability of Commander Chakotay to safely land the ship.

The bridge crew was all at their posts, and had activated the safety harnesses of their seats. The main screen showed a tactical view of the planet, and the planned landing sight. The target site was a bay located on the tip of one of the landmasses. The waters of the bay were, at their deepest, fifty feet.

The Enterprise had been built with watertight integrity for such an emergency landing, and that watertight integrity would be put to test. Once the ship landed, it would stay a float for ten minutes, before sinking to the floor of the bay, which according to the sensors was relatively flat. The evacuation of the ship would begin the moment the hatches were popped. All of this, the emergency crash protocols, had never been tested. But Scott’s very own uncle was one of chief construction engineers of the ship, and with pride, Scotty assured everyone one that the ship would perform to its utmost ability.

Spock sat down in the command chair. How ironic, he thought to himself, that his tenure of commanding the Enterprise would be measured in mere days. Perhaps, he concluded, commanding the Enterprise was always Kirk’s best destiny; not his.

“Here we go,” Chakotay said from the helm.

“The coordinates are verified,” Chekhov said, from navigation. “The computers are off line so it’s really all in your hands Commander.” Chekhov said.

“Well,” Chakotay said with a smile, “I just hope all those years of tinkering around on my father’s old beat-up Ford pickup truck pay off.”

“The Enterprise crew,” Spock said to Chakotay from the command chair, “knows that you will try your best.”

“That’s it,” Scotty said from his engineering post on the upper level of the bridge, “the guidance computers are all of line, I’m guessin’ this is the time I duck me head under my ass and pray!”

Spock arched an eyebrow at the strange thought.

“That would be a most fascinating sight to see, Engineer Scott.” Spock said in his usual wry tone.

The bridge crew all laughed, briefly, but then it became serious as the ship began to shake uncontrollably. The Enterprise was diving into the lower part of the atmosphere. The main screen began to flicker as well, and then eventually it gave out and exploded. Chakotay would have to rely on his memory, and the altimeter readings on the helm panel.

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The USS Enterprise was now fifty feet under the water. The emergency crash procedures went off, pretty much, without a single hitch, just as Scotty had promised. The important equipment, including computers, medical equipment, as much food stores as could be unloaded, and as many personal effects that could be saved, were swiftly brought up to the surface, and to shore. Uhura made sure that the Pachan were saved as well, feeling responsible for the two animals and their well being.

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Claymation

Mister Spock did not believe in miracles, but it was clear that many of the crew did. He could hear many of them singing songs of various topics of inspiration as the crew began to gather for their first official muster. Spock, along with Scotty, watched as Commander Chakotay, third in command of the Enterprise, executed his duties and implemented roll call. The crew had mustered with their various departments, and the department heads initiated the roll call. No one had gone missing. And though there were small cuts and bruises, and a few broken arms, no one had been seriously injured, or even worse, killed.

The four shuttle- crafts, which had been launched before the ship entered the atmosphere, were parked in the near distance in an area that bordered the nearby forest. Because of the unknown elements of the uncharted M-Class planet, Chakotay was fast at work setting up a watch bill. With nearly two hundred crewmembers to work with, a roving patrol party would be easy to set-up.

With the roll finished, it was time for working parties to start constructing the portable tents. There was about five hours of daylight left, which meant there wasn’t much time to get the temporary living quarters up and situated.

Spock stood with Scotty and McCoy, and the three of them discussed the current situation.

“What about trying to raise the ship?” McCoy asked.

“Quite illogical,” Spock said. “The water damage would be extensive.”

“Alright,” a perturbed McCoy said, “so much for my idea Spock, what about yours?” McCoy asked. “How do you suppose we get off of this planet, and continue our way home?”

“As of now,” Spock said, “I have no recommendations as to how we will continue our voyage back to Earth.. I suggest we concentrate our efforts at exploring this world, since for now, and in the near future, this will be as close we will get to the Alpha-Quadrant for the time being.”

“What if we send’oot a distress sig’na,” Scotty suggested.”

“Now that is a very logical suggestion,” Spock said to Scotty. “Perhaps Lt. Uhura can be charged with that task.” Spock agreed.

As McCoy and Scott conversed, Spock was covertly using his acute hearing. The Vulcan knew he, McCoy and Scott were all being watched by two, unseen, conversing aliens, in the nearby forest. Although he could not understand their language, due the range of the Universal Translator, he was positive that their names were Neelix, who was most likely a male, and Alixa, who Spock surmised was a female. Spock wondered who they were, and what they wanted? And why were they spying on the Enterprise crew?

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The world of the Pachan;

Pure panic swept over the world, and why not? Without warning, three planet killers came into their system, as well as a very large, cube shaped vessel. One by one, the main scientists, and others whom the Borg Collective deemed were worthy for assimilation, were taken from the world, by force, by Borg drones. And then, those who were left behind could only gather with their family members, if they could, and wait for the end; and the end came.

The planet killers approached the Pachan world, and fired their pure anti-proton slicing beams. Whole cities exploded with fire, and destruction, as millions upon millions were killed, as they huddled with their families. The destruction was complete. An entire civilization, its people and its history, was utterly destroyed. The destruction of worlds, and civilizations, was nothing new to the Borg. It was what they did, on a galactic level. The Pachan were just another in a long line of assimilated worlds; and they wouldn’t be the last.

The planet was unmercifully destroyed, its water being absorbed by collector ships. The Pachan’s that were spared were then injected with nannites that surfed through their blood systems, and would invade the brains of the Pachan, and eliminate all notions of individuality.

As the rape of the Pachan world was near completion...

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Star Trek:
USS Enterprise
ROLL CALL

Character spotlight; SPOCK

Captain Spock
(Good luck following along with this short BIO..I will try my best. I have actually decided to give Spock an entire post dedicated to his most interesting life.)

Spock is actually a hybrid life form. He actually has a Vulcan name, but goes by the name of Spock for reasons I will explain later in this post.

His mother is a Romulan woman named E’menda, which is pronounced as Amanda (and that actually means that Spock is half human, because in this Star Trek Universe the Romulans, like Amanda, are the descendants of Romans)

Spock’s father is a pure Vulcan, and his name is indeed Sarek. Sarek, the Legendary Vulcan Ambassador, and his wife Amanda, are regular characters appearing in Star Trek: Sector-001 sister story to this one.

Captain Kirk, who will figure prominently in this recap of the Spock character, has also crossed over to Star Trek: Sector-001, and his exploits can be followed over in that story.

Back to Spock: While meditating on a world where Vulcans went to ‘explore their Katra’, Spock was encountered by humans, including Captain Kirk. This was the first time modern humans had ever encountered Vulcans.

Kirk’s android first officer at the time was an android construct, with a very android looking appearance, and it was called S.P.O.C. K. The android, and its unique matrix, was created and built by Dr. Richard Daystrom. One of Earth’s most famous scientists, a woman from Iceland named Diana Troi, who was skilled in the study of the brain and how it worked, was able to assist Daystrom in his attempt to lay special pathways in the android’s matrix that would be not unlike the synaptic nerves of a human brain. After successfully accomplishing this, S.P.O.C.K. was created (no, I do not have any idea what the S.P.O.C.K. acronym stands for. If anyone comes up with a good one, I will give you full credit!)

What Daystrom didn’t know, but Kirk was starting to figure out early on in the story, was that this android, with its perfect matrix, was showing signs of self-awareness more in line with a human. In fact, S.P.O.C.K. showed concern to Kirk that Daystrom, finding about such thoughts, would try to correct these ‘human’ flaws. Kirk, along with Guinan (she being the ship’s recreation specialist, who had witnessed unique attributes of S.P.O.C.K.) eliminated all evidence of the uniqueness of the android from the Enterprise’s logs.

When Kirk, and the landing crew, including the android S.P.O.C.K, encountered the Vulcan on the surface of the uncharted world, the Vulcan reached out to mind-meld with Kirk, but instead, accidentally initiated a mind-meld with the android. The complex matrix of the android overloaded the Vulcan’s mind-meld, infusing the memories, and unique being of the S.P.O.C.K. android, perhaps even its android soul, with the Vulcan. The Vulcan was taken back to his home world by Kirk, where not even Sarek could separate the two minds (one Vulcan, the other the android matrix) from one another. S.P.O.C.K. was now Spock, and continued on as the Enterprise’s first officer.

Not much is known about the life the Vulcan, now named Spock, lived before the events of this story. His mother, Amanda, and father, Sarek, have kept such matters private for now. The matrix has now become infused with Spock’s biological being. There are elements of Starfleet, and even the Vulcan Science Academy, that may want to study Spock, and see if others such as he, can be created; the marriage of biological and inorganic life, has always been suspected; now it has been shown to be feasible. Is Spock, in all actuality, a Borg? Meaning; is Spock now a cybernetic being that still maintains a warm blooded body; only time will tell.

(As Star Trek: USS Enterprise continues, I will pepper in other character profiles. But for now..on with the story!!)

Continued…

 

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The crackling sounds of a small campfire, and the distant sounds of night time animal life, were the only sounds beneath the star filled sky. Neelix, who shared the sleeping pouch with his daughter, rested his head on the mound of leaves the two of them had gathered earlier to act as a pillow. They had, for meantime, escaped the Kazon that wanted them both dead. But Neelix knew; the Kazon were coming.

ROBERT SCORPIO presents

Lonely Life

Warning; mature sexual content is contained in this chapter of the story--rated R I would guess


Neelix watched a shooting star dart across the sky, and then over to his sleeping daughter. He felt sorry her, as only a father could. Alixia deserved a better life than the one he could provide her. At best, he was a double-dealing scoundrel, and at worst he was a con artist. Yet it was the only life he knew. He didn’t even know he had a daughter until the fateful day she showed up on his doorstep.

She had been raised by her mother, who Neelix had known for only the one night stand they had shared. The mother happened to be a slave to one of the Kazon tribes, and was killed during an attack by a rival tribe.

Neelix had to smile though. Mainly because of the way Alixia had fitted into his wandering existence, going from system to system, selling this or that just to get by. Unknown to Alixia, however, was that if they survived the eventual run in with the Kazon, he was taking her to live with his brother, her uncle, named Iniix.

Neelix’s older brother, Iniix, had done very well for himself. He ran a large wrecking yard that did quite well selling ships of all makes and models, and make a sizable profit doing do. Although the two rarely saw eye to eye, they did agree that Alixia deserved a better chance.

Without warning, Alixia opened her eyes and spoke.

“Who are those people? Where do they come from?” She asked. “The one with the pointed ears; he reminded me of an Ocampa.”

Alixia was talking about the strange humans who had survived the crash of their vessel, and had erected a camp sight not far from where Neelix and Alixia were sleeping.

“I wouldn’t concern my self with them if I were you.” Neelix told her. “As long as we stay away from them, and pose no threat, I am sure they will leave us alone.”

“Father,” she said to him, “maybe we should help them. You heard them, they aren’t from around here. That means they have no idea what the Kazon are like, or the Viidians. They may not even no who or what the Borg are. They may need our help. I can think kof no better guide they could have, than you. And I bet they would pay for your services.”

Neelix perked up his eyebrows when he thought about being compensated. Alixia was right; perhaps there was wealth to be made from the visitors.

“Very well,” he told her with all due confidence, “tomorrow we will go down to their camp and introduce ourselves.”

“How about introducing your selves now?” a strange voice asked.

Neelix and Alixia sat up inside their sleeping pouch to find three of the strangers stepping out from the surrounding trees. Neelix reached out and took Alixia into his arms, trying to protect her as best as he could.

“Please,” Neelix said to the human who seemed to be in charge of the other two. “Do not hurt us, or at least, do not hurt my daughter.”

The human, a male, smiled.

“My name is Commander Chakotay,” Chakotay said, “I promise you that we will not hurt you. As it turns out, we have been observing you as you have been observing us. My Captain would like to meet with you, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Neelix stood up and helped Alixia stand up as well.

“I would be honored to meet your Captain,” Neelix said.

“Follow me,” Chakotay said.

And then Neelix, and Alixia, followed Chakotay and the two Enterprise security officers away from the small campfire, which Chakotay put out by kicking sand on, and headed back toward the campsite that had been built nearby.

“Where do you come from?” Neelix asked Chakotay.

“From very far away,” Chakotay replied. “Actually, we come from the other side of the galaxy.”

“That is pretty far,” Neelix said.

They continued their walk through the forest, while at that moment, a Kazon battle-cruiser entered the star system, and plotted a course for the only planet in the seven-planet system that could support life.

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The Kazon ship entered orbit of the uncharted planet. The leader of the sect, Jal Jabin, was a very strong, powerful, and merciless leader of the sect. He was in his quarters, eating his meal, when the door to his quarters opened, and a female named J’nar came in. She had been in his quarters earlier, having brought his plated meal to him to eat.

“Yes my lord?” J’nar asked as she nervously came in, and eyed the half eaten meal.

On most occasions Jabin would eat in entire meal. However, there were rare occasions when he didn’t. The bruises on her face had hardly healed from the last time she had served him slightly undercook food. When he stood up, towering over her, and then looked down at her with eyes of anger, she realized it had happened again. This time she had a feeling her life was in jeopardy; she was right.


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The Sacrede



The back of his hand swept across J’nar’s face, throwing her to the ground, which she smashed against very hard.

“This is the second time,” Jabin said softly, but with his strong voice piercing the room, “in seven cycles that I have been served this filth.”

As J’nar was in a fetal position on the ground, still reeling from the force of the back handed slap, Jabin kicked her violently in the stomach. Jabin felt an inner pleasure at seeing her in pain.

“I should just kill you now,” Jabin yelled! “I have warned you countless times, and yet you serve me like this; no more. If a servant can’t serve me adequately, then they are of no use.”

Jabin walked over to the row of weapons on his wall and took off one of the larger swords. He came back over to her.

“Please my lord,” J’nar said with a weak voice, “I am with child. Please do not do this.” J’nar pleaded.

Jabin placed the tip of the sword on J’nar’s small neck. He nicked it, and a small trail of blood dripped down around her neck, down to the ground.

“How can I show mercy to a slave that does not serve me in the ways I demand?” Jabin asked, with a snarling smile on his face. “If it weren’t for the fact you were the mother to one of my sons, I would have killed you long before this time, J’nar.”

“If it will please you,” J’nar said looking up the length of the blade, “if I were to bare you another child.”

Jabin thought for a moment, and then jammed the blade into J’nar’s neck. He watched with lust as the life drained out of her, as the blood pooled around her lifeless neck. The door to Jabin’s quarters opened again, and another Kazon male entered. His name was Janal, and he was Jabin’s second in command. Janal looked down as the dead Kazon female.

“She served me well,” Jabin said. “I wish I could have spared her life.”

Janal didn’t say anything. Secretly Janal had harbored feelings for the dead female, J’nar. If such knowledge became aware to Jabin, Janal woud no doubt be in the floor right next to her, and just as dead.

“We have entered the star system we tracked the Talaxian’s ship too.” Janal said, rightfully deducing that it was wise to change the subject. ”Our main systems are still down due to the Wave. We are sure we know he is on the fourth planet. If you wish, I will command a lander craft to that planet, and bring Neelix back.”

“No,” Jabin said! “I will lead the hunting party,” Jabin added. “When I find Neelix, and his offspring, I shall kill him and have my way with her. Such is the right of the wounded party of a transaction gone wrong! Neelix has deceived me before with his schemes; it is time he learns what happens when you go too far. Prepare the lander for launch.”

“Yes, my lord.” Janal said.

Janal prepared to leave when Jabin spoke again.

“Take the dead body with you, Janal. Parade it through the decks so that the crew knows what will come to them if they do not serve my well.”

Janal nodded, and then lifted up the lifeless, and still bleeding body, and left Janal’s quarters.

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Spock walked along the shore of the bay with Neelix. In the near distance was the small tent city erected by the crew. Beyond the tent city were the four shuttles, and next to where they were parked, were the complex systems of the ship that were salvageable from the wreckage of the Enterprise. Neelix was in the process of telling Spock as to how he and his daughter came be on the same world as the Spock and the other survivors of the Enterprise.

“…and, I guess you could say,” Neelix said, “that I am partly to blame. The Golden Egg I traded to Jabin wasn’t exactly real.”

“Then, while fleeing from the Kazon,” Spock said, “your ship was damaged by the same space disturbance, which you refer to as a the Wave, as our ship was. Having no other recourse, you crashed landed your vessel on this world.”

“Precisely,” Neelix said. “I am very confident that Jabin, and his crew, will track my daughter and I to this world. I warn you, the Kazon are expert hunters; they will find me, and in the process, find you and your people. Captain Spock, if I could be so bold, where do you hail from?”

“I am a Vulcan, the rest of the crew is from a planet called Earth, and we all come from the other side of the galaxy. Until very recently that is where we were. Due to events not under our control, we now find ourselves on your side of the galaxy.” Spock said.

“Did you say that the bulk of your crew come from a planet called Earth?” Neelix asked.

“Yes, I did. Do you know of this world?” Spock asked.

“On our of the galaxy, there is force known to as the Borg.” Neelix told Spock.

“We are somewhat aware, even on our side of the Galaxy,” Spock said to Neelix, “of the Borg. The Borg, periodically through the centuries, have invaded our side of the galaxy. We have very little information about them, perhaps you can tell us what you know about them.” Spock concluded.

An expression of subtle fear came over Neelix’s face.

“Avoid them Captain Spock.” Neelix. “Our side of the galaxy has been under the heel of the Borg for thousands of years. Oh, we have our petty squabbles with each other; the other civilizations that have managed to survive under the reign of terror the Borg have sown. Yet we all know that at any instant, and without warning, the Borg may come for either of us.”

“Do they have a home world?” Spock asked. “Is there a chance we can reason with them? If they are a collective, or have a hive structure of authority as some suggest, perhaps there is a leader, a council, perhaps even a Queen, that we can communicate with.”

“No, you most certainly can not reason with them!” Neelix replied.

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The uncharted world on which the Enterprise had crashed was proving to a most beautiful world. Various crewmembers had been able to fish for food, and, Doctor McCoy assured Spock, found edible vegetables, and fruits as well, in the near by forest.

Guinan was actually able to make a vegetarian soup to eat. Even Doctor McCoy was pleased when a scouting party brought back the planet’s version of beans. McCoy was able to make his famous chili beans, with an added secret ingredient, which the crew found even heartier than the thin broth of a soup that Guinan had made.

Nadya Chekhov gave Guinan a look of sorrow as the crew seemed to run away from the table that her soup was on, over to the table where McCoy was serving his chili.

“I liked your soup,” Chekhov assured Guinan.

“Thanks,” Guinan said. “Oh, they may like the doctor’s chili now,” Guinan said. “But wait until those beans pass their stomachs and start to…”

“Yikes,” Chekhov said, “I get the picture.” She added with a smile.

ROBERT SCORPIO presents

Paper Justice


It was then that the sonic boom was heard and the Kazon ship had descended from the sky, finally coming to a rest near the four Enterprise shuttles.

As everyone put down what they were doing so as to see who the visitor was, Guinan took a moment and looked back at the camp the crew had been able to erect in such a short time.

The tent city, as the crew was calling their row of tent which were, for now, their only living quarters, had been arranged in a very efficient manner, based on rank and departments. For now it was all that they could do. The Enterprise had sunk to the bottom of the bay, and all essential equipment had been removed. With so much of the hull detached to evacuate the crew, food items and hardware, it was quite clear to all the Enterprise, their ship, would never voyage into space again.

Meanwhile; Kazon leader, Jabin, had arrived to extract revenge upon Neelix and Alixia. The father and daughter pair had swindled fortune from the Kazon, and now, faced certain reprisal. Of course, Captain Spock would not let that happen. Jabin was out numbered, but it didn’t seen to phase his swagger as he approached the gathered Enterprise crew and its commander.

The Enterprise security crew took up a defensive posture as the alien whom Neelix referred to as a Kazon, and was named Jabin, walked towards Spock, Scotty, and Neelix, who had backed away, and stood behind Spock and the others. Neelix’s daughter, Alixia, stood with her father.

“Jabin looks real angry,” Alixia said to Neelix.

“Shhhh,” Neelix said, “maybe he won’t see us.”

“Oh father,” Alixia, said, “always the ultimate optimist aren’t you?”

“Or coward,” Neelix admitted softy.

“I still you love you,” Alixia said. “And I always will.”

Jabin walked up to Spock, successfully deducing that Spock was the leader of the gathered crew, and then two of the Enterprise’s red-shirted security officers stepped in between them.

“Coward,” Jabin spat out his words with an air of contempt in his voice. “Hand me over the Talaxians, and I will let all of you live.”

Spock arched an eyebrow.

“We will not, as you say, hand them over to you. Doing so would violate Star Fleet and Federation protocols.” Spock said in a flat tone.

McCoy and Scotty rolled their eyes at Spock’s use of logic against a being that was obviously oblivious to it.

“That Talaxian,” Jabin said pointing at Neelix, “is a swindler.” Jabin said as he took a Golden Egg out from the inside of his garb. “Both he and his daughter have, on countless times, cheated others, not just my self, out of our fortunes.”

“Then perhaps you, and these others you speak of, would be advised to find someone more reputable to do your business with.” Spock said, in a matter of fact tone.

Jabin smiled at Spock.

“I like you, new comer,” Jabin said, as he flashed is uncared for teeth. “You try to use words to justify protecting them. Luckily, for you, my command ship in orbit…”

“I am sorry,” Spock cut in, “I thought that your command ship was the one you landed in, over there.”

Jabin was starting to become annoyed at the Spock’s innocent demeanor.

“No,” Jabin countered, “that is not my command ship. If it were, trust me, you and your kind would all have been vaporized by now. Since you are obviously new comers to this area, I would suggest you just hand over the Talaxians, and pray to what ever Gods you worship that I forget this insolent behavior.”

Spock pondered Jabin’s words for a moment, and then the Vulcan spoke.

“Can you guarantee,” Spock said, “that Mr. Neelix and his daughter will be given a fair trial?”

“No,” Jabin answered with humor in his voice, but then he turned serious and continued with his rant. “The moment I get Neelix aboard my command vessel, I will cut his head off with this.” Jabin said showing Spock a dagger. “Then I will take his daughter into the privacy of my quarters and rape three times a day for seven straight days, as is our custom. If she survives, then I will let her be a slave.”

“Then I am afraid I can not let you take either of them.” Spock said. “I am willing to offer the services of myself, and my command crew, as judging council to determine the validity of your claims, at which, when completed, we can negotiate their custody.”

McCoy arched an eyebrow. By now, McCoy thought, Jim, had he still been here, would have been rolling around the ground, his shirt have ripped off his back, sharing punches and kicks with the Kazon. Spock was engaging in his own battle with the Kazon, but using words instead. Both ways, fists and words, had their merits.

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At that instant, high above the planet,

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A massive Kazon ship was instantly destroyed as an even more massive Borg ship smashed into it, out of control, while falling into orbit of the world's gravity, and began to descend through the atmosphere; on a collision course with destruction!


ROBERT SCORPIO presents

Falling Sky



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Meanwhile, on the planet below, Spock and Jabin were continuing their discussion when suddenly there was a large explosion of sound in the air; a massive sonic boom which caused the nearby ocean water, and trees, to be affected as well.

“Holy shit,” Scotty said, as pointed to the sky while standing next the Kazon. “What the hell is that thing?”

“It’s Borg,” Neelix said from behind Scotty and Jabin.

“The Talaxian is correct,” Jabin said. “And if you were wise, you’d get as far away from here as possible.”

Spock, Scotty, the Kazon named Jabin, and the rest of the crowd near the beach, all looked up at distant sky as the giant, cube shaped monstrosity was falling towards the distant sea. The gasps that came from most of those who were watching betrayed the magnificent, though very dangerous sight, of such a large object falling from the sky.

“Sir,” Commander Chakotay said to Captain Spock, “The Kazon is right, I think we better evacuate into the woods as far from here as we can, and move the shuttles as well as the important equipment.”

“I agree,” Spock said as the sounds of explosions, no doubt coming from the falling ship, could be heard as distant thunders. “If it causes a Tsunami, I calculate we have about twenty minutes to get as far from this beach as we can. Please coordinate those efforts.”

“Doctor,” Spock said to McCoy, “please have your medical crew get as far from here as you can and set up a triage center; you might need it.”

“I’m on it,” McCoy said as he, and the medical staff who had gathered around him, headed off at full run into the forest.

And with that, the Enterprise crew, well trained as it was, began to plan the evacuation, and quickly set it into motion, except for Spock, Scotty, Jabin and Neelix and his daughter Alixia.

“We will have to resolve this at a later time,” Spock told Jabin.

“I shall return to my ship and…” Jabin began to say, before Scotty cut in.

“I think ye should this lad,” Scotty said, handing Jabin his Tricorder. “Our sensors over there were able to pick this up in space, so if this was your ship,” the images showed the Borg ship smashing through the Kason battle-cruiser only moments earlier, “I’d be making oth’r plans, if I were you.”

“You will pay for this,” Jabin said to Neelix.

“We bett’a get movin, captain,” Scotty said to Spock.

“You are welcome to come with us,” Spock said to Jabin. “However, I must have your word you will not harm the Talaxians.”

“I will not move against them,” Jabin said to Spock, “for now.”

And then Jabin ran off into the forest. Neelix and Alixia went with Scotty, so as to be as far from Jabin as they could be.

Spock watched as the massive Borg ship disappeared beyond the horizon. Though he could not be perfectly sure about the mass of the ship, he did remember the lay of the land before the Enterprise crashed. Spock deduced that there was more than enough land, and other natural obstacles that would lesson the impact of a Tsunami by the time it reached this position; though, he had to admit, there was always the chance he was wrong; as rare as that was. Lt. Nadya Chekhov came over to Spock.

“Sir,” Chekhov said, “I think you better get going. Come on,” she said to him, “I’ll run with you.”

Spock thought for a moment, wanting to see if his prediction about a small Tsunami, if any, would reach their position, and then he looked to her. Survival was a logical choice.

“Perhaps you are right,” and then the two of them set off into the forest, jogging quickly as they did.

--
The four shuttles went into action, moving the important equipment, via force-fields, to the far reaches of the forest where the crew was heading for. The shuttles, once that had been completed, began to transport the crew as well. With Chakotay handling the movement of the equipment, and first officer Scotty seeing to the evacuation and making sure it was coordinated; the crew of the Enterprise was at top performance levels. Everyone made sure to help others. Even the Pachan animals, under the watchful eye of Uhura, were brought to the clearing in the near distance.

--
As Jabin ran though the forest, he activated a device on his wrist. I would send a signal out to any other Kazon ships in the near distance. He knew it was a gamble, for there was always a chance that an opposing tribe might pick up the signal. It was a risk he had to take. As Jabin ran through the forest, one of the older trees, due to the wind and active running around it, became dislodged from another tree it had fall against. Now free to fall the rest of the way to the ground, it fell on top of Jabin, smashing the Kazon’s leg in the process.

Many of the Enterprise crew came to Jabin’s assistance. Spock and Chekhov, who had caught up, came over to help as well. Spock watched the crewmembers as they struggled to move the tree off of Jabin.

“Tell your people to leave me,” Jabin said, with the tone of pain in his voice, “or they will die.”

“We will not leave you,” Spock said, looking down at Jabin, “until you are able to come with us. This is our,” Spock paused for a moment to find the perfect word to use, “custom.”

“Pity,” Jabin said, “is not a virtue.”

“I kindly disagree,” Spock countered, “Pity is an act of the educated and wise.”

Jabin laughed at the thought. Just then, the tree was moved, and Spock and Chekhov dragged Jabin out from the tree. One of the shuttles hovered above the tree line. Chekhov could see the pilot through the window.

“Its Lt. Kyle,” Chekhov said as her communicator chirped. “Go ahead,” Chekhov said into the device as she took it out from her pocket.

“Tell the Captain I have room for one more,” Kyle said.

Spock nodded his head.

“Yes,” Spock replied, “yes, take the Kazon.”

And with that, Jabin shimmered away as the shuttle’s transporter machine beamed him up.

“The rest of you,” Spock said to the men and women who had helped move the tree off of Jabin’s leg, “let’s keep going.”

With that, Spock and the others continued their run to safety.

--
Two hours later;

According to the scouting parties that Spock had sent out...

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An Enterprise scout party of three security officers stood on a ridge that over looked the beach they had fled from earlier. They were prepared to head back for the new camp when suddenly they saw them; out from the ocean, and all along the shore, came what appeared to be humanoid shaped figures, and there were lots of them, at least twenty thousand, and they dotted the entire beach. The scouting party ran off to warn Captain Spock and the others.

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GARY



The crew of the Enterprise began to gather around where Gary Mitchell stood with Lt. Nadya Chekhov. They all knew that it had been Gary Mitchell who, with his incredible powers, had thrown the Enterprise, which at the time was in orbit of Romulus, into the Delta-quadrant, far from their homes and far from their families and friends.

“What are you doing here?” Chakotay asked, holding a hand phaser aimed right at Mitchell. “I should kill you where you stand Mitchell.”

“Commander,” Spock said to Chakotay, “Would you please lower the weapon. I am sympathetic to your emotional anger towards Mr. Mitchell, however, I will not condone this course of action.”

Chakotay looked to Spock.

“Sir, this man, this thing,” Chakotay said as he looked back to Spock, “is why we are here, fighting to stay alive. Sulu, and the others, are dead because of him. And what about all those people on Gill’s island, including the Captain’s child? They did not deserve to die like that.”

“Commander Chakotay,” Spock continued, “please obey my order.”

Chakotay nodded and lowered the phaser.

“Hey, I saved your lives,” Mitchell finally countered. “When VGR exploded, the energy blast it created swept though the Romulan system, destroying their fleet, and the Federation fleet, and destroyed Romulus and would have destroyed the Enterprise. I was on VGR when it exploded. In fact,” Mitchell said to Spock, “I was there with Ambassador Sarek when it exploded. Not only did I save the Enterprise, but I save him too.”

“Do ya’ really call this being saved?” Scotty asked as he stood next to Chakotay. “Incase ya hadn’t notice, we be stranded on this world, with no ship, and no way off this world.”

The crew began to murmur loudly in support of what Scotty had said.

“Wait a moment,” Chekhov said, as she raised her voice. “Let’s hear what he has to say. I more than anyone here have more reasons to hate him. Partly because of him I was turned into a murderer. Yes, I am willing to let him speak, so should all of you.”

Mitchell stepped away from Chekhov and looked at the faces of the crew, most of them had served underneath Mitchell when he had been Captain Kirk’s original first officer on the first couple missions. He knew he had caused much pain. Convincing them he had changed to how he once was, before he had become the evil force he had become, would not easy.

“When I threw the Enterprise over here,” Gary said to them all, “I didn’t, at the time, have full control of my powers. I didn’t have time to think about what to do. All I knew was that I had to save my friend, Jim Kirk, and save all of you. That was my gut reaction. I may have been a monster at that time, but I still had connections to the people on this ship, and I wasn’t going to let this ship be destroyed. And as the VGR blast was closing in on the ship, with out thinking, I just moved the ship. I didn’t know the scope of my powers, and I pushed you clear across the galaxy. Later, could I have brought you back? By that time my powers were being regulated.”

“What about now?” Uhura asked.

“My powers are gone now,” Mitchell told her. “Just less than an hour ago, I was with Captain Kirk and General Pike, as well with another being with incredible powers...”

“Trelane?” Spock asked.

“Yes,” Mitchell replied. “We had both come to Earth to take David Marcus, and hide him from other forces in the universe that would stop at nothing to either destroy him, or control him. Jim and General Pike agreed to let us take him, at least until David learned to control his powers. But Trelane somehow removed my powers, and sent me here, as we were leaving.”

“I don’t trust him,” McCoy said to Spock. Then McCoy looked to Mitchell. “After all the crap you put us through, and Jim, you expect to waltz in here as if nothing happened?”

“Leonard,” Mitchell said, “I was your friend, I was Jim’s friend. My soul had become corrupted by a power, I could not control. You have to believe me,” Mitchell aimed his plea at McCoy, as well with everyone else, “I’m not the same person I was an hour ago. I’m Gary Mitchell; again.”

There was silence.

“Very well,” Spock said....

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Although there were twenty or more armed Kazons, the Enterprise crew still out-numbered them. It was a standoff, and both Spock and Jabin knew quite well that it was not going to be resolved with force; not this time at least.

Jabin motioned to Mitchell, then looked to Spock.

“That one is right,” Jabin said to Spock, “the Borg drones are making their way to shore. Another one of my tribe’s ships, undamaged by the wave, tracked me to this world, and is in orbit of this world.”

“Will you take us from this world?” Spock asked.

“You saved my life, and I will honor that debt by taking you from this world.” Jabin said to Spock. “After I get retribution.” Jabin added. He turned to face Neelix and Alixia. “Come and face justice, Neelix. If you do not, then it will cost the life of your daughter as well.”

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Friend or Foe



Neelix hugged his daughter one last time.

“No daddy!” Alixia pleaded, “You can’t leave me. Nor like this.”

Neelix hugged his daughter tightly. He knew his death was at hand.

“Listen to me,” Neelix said to her, wiping her tears away as she cried, “I have always known my life would end something like this. I have lived my life on fringe, from one con to the next. Along the way I met your mother, fell in love, and we had you. If I had to do it all again, I would do all the same. But it had to end someday, but I don’t want it to end like this for you. Find my brother, your uncle Iniix, he will care for you.”

Neelix let his daughter go, and walked over to where Jabin stood with Spock. Neelix turned to Spock first.

“Please,” Neelix said to Spock, “please take my daughter with you. As I told you before, there is a myth on this side of the galaxy that the Borg will ever attack Earth. I want her to go with you, back to Earth, and live out the rest of her life.”

“I will honor your request.” Spock said.

Then Neelix turned to face Jabin.

“You went too far, Talaxian,” Jabin said as he took out his ceremonial death dagger. And in one swift motion, he jammed it into Neelix’s gut, and Neelix died.

“Why did you let that happen?” McCoy whispered to Spock.

“There was nothing we could do, Doctor.” Spock said.

Neelix’s limp body fell to the dirt ground. Chekhov held Alixia close to her, shielding the young girl from the gruesome sight, and comforting her.

Suddenly the Enterprise scouting party came out of the trees and ran over to where Spock stood with McCoy and Chakotay.

“Sir,” the leader of the team said to Spock, “thousands of creatures, humanoid mainly, are coming out of the ocean, at the bay, and they are heading this way. We gotta get out of here!”

Jabin stepped over Neelix’s dead body.

“I will take you and the others off of this world,” Jabin said. “After that, my debt to you will be paid and the next time we meet, I will kill you.” Jabin added.

Spock nodded and then Jabin walked away.

--

Kazon transport ships came down and quickly loaded the Enterprise crew, and began to take them up the large ship in orbit. Uhura made sure that the Pachans were not left behind. Spock and Scotty stayed behind to assure that not one person was left behind. The crew had been ushered to a large clearing, along with the sensitive devices, and the four shuttles. The shuttles joined in with the evacuation. As Chakotay piloted one shuttles, he could see, in the distance, strange humanoids making their way toward the evacuation zone.

“Sir,” Chakotay said to Spock via the communicator, “I don’t know what they are, but we’ve got some visitors coming from the south.”

And then, from across the clearing, Spock saw them. Spock looked through a pair of special binoculars. He could see that they were humanoids, though it was clear they were not all from the same species; but their bodies were covered by some kind of hardware that seemed to be fused to their bodies. And then, the binoculars detected microscopic movement. Spock zoomed in and could see strange creatures, very tiny, making their way down the clearing and towards where Spock and Scotty stood. And then another human-creature came out from the forest; and Scotty gasp when he recognized the face of the creature. He focused his binoculars as best as he could, but it could be no mistake.

“Sir,” Scotty said to Spock, “it’s Mister Sulu!”

“Commander Scott that would be highly logical. We buried his body back on that world,” Spock said as he too looked through his binoculars. Spock lowered them. “Fascinating,” Spock said softly.

Jabin came up to the two.

“We’re the last ones, come now,” Jabin said, “or I will leave you.”

“That is one of our shipmates,” Scotty said, pointing at Sulu as he and the other Borg started making their way down the hill, and toward where Scotty, Jabin and Spock stood.

“No,” Jabin countered, “he has been assimilated. The Borg do not assimilate living beings, they kill them first, and then they assimilate their bodies. Once that is done the area of the brain that contained the chemically stored memories they have, the ones they believe are useful, are absorbed into collective.”

“Even still sir,” Scotty said to Spock, “we have to save him.”

“No!” Jabin said forcibly. “If you do not leave with me now, you can find out first hand what it means to be Borg.”

Scotty reluctantly shook his head, and followed Jabin and Spock to the last transport. As they hovered way into the air, Scotty looked down and saw the Sulu-creature

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The Borg
Who and what are they?
The Borg, in this Star Trek universe, have been a shadowy storyline that, overtime, is starting to “fill in”.

When Earth starships first started to venture into space (in early issues of this story), and met other space going civilizations, such as the Vulcans, Romulans, and eventually the Federation as a whole, the myth of the Borg was often told.

Over the centuries the Borg were known to invade the Alpha-quadrant, with out warning, and decimate entire worlds. Since the Borg were never defeated, nor ever took captive, no one, on this side of the Galaxy, knew what the Borg were, or what they looked like.

The last time the Borg invaded the Alpha-quadrant sixty years ago, the Romulans decided to prepare for the next attack, which has yet to happen. The Romulans believed the only force that could defeat the Borg was what the Romulans called Remnants. It is known that there are beings, of metaphysical and unknown origins, the size of molecules that bound the universe together. For some unknown reason, the planet Neptune, in Earth’s system, is place where these Remnants can be found.

(On an aside, Gary Mitchell, who recently had the power of a God, but lost those powers, descends from these Remnants. How this is possible, and how it happened, has yet to be told; but will be soon)

When the Borg attack a world, they sent drones down to assimilate those on the civilized world they find to be of value. The Borg drone kills the one they are to assimilate. Once that is done, then molecule sized biological nannites are injected into the corpse of the victim, and then the body is reanimated after the transfer of important memories is made. Once the valued corpses are taken from the target world, planet-killer devices chop the world up, and a collector ship takes in all the valuable minerals of the world, and its water as well.

Lt. Hikaru Sulu was one such victim. The Borg assimilated two of Sulu’s friends, who then killed Sulu. Before his body could be repaired, and assimilated, Sulu’s Enterprise shipmates found his body, and later buried it during a ceremony. In a recent segment of STAR TREK ENTERPRISE, it is learned that Sulu’s body was dug up, and has been assimilated by the Borg after all.

Gary-7, a strange visitor from an advanced race, was killed by his cat. Upon later study by Spock, it was proven that the cat was Borg as well. The cat was and observation drone, and sent the Borg to spy on Gary-7, and learn the whereabouts of those who employed Gary-7. The beings that employ Gary-7, and others like him to keep order in the galaxy, are not yet aware that Gary-7 was killed by a Borg animal drone and that the Borg Collective is actively searching for the home world of Gary-7s employers.

The unknown beings that employed Gary-7 have sent agent Mathew-18, and his assistant Roberta Lincoln, to find out how Gary-7 died. They are unaware that Gary-7 died in the far off Delta-quadrant, and that the Enterprise crew has already discovered the animal’s true Borg origin.

While the Enterprise crew is trying to find a way back to the Alpha-quadrant, having been thrown into the far off Delta-quadrant by former first officer Gary Mitchell, they are unaware that they are being followed; by the Borg. Why the Borg have not outright attacked the Enterprise, or Earth as of yet, remains a mystery. However, there is a myth, and eons old myth, and it is well known throughout the Delta-quadrant; the Borg will never attack a legendary planet called Earth. Why this is? No one knows, not even the supe-rbeings loosely known as the Q.

 

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Talax
An M-class planet located in the Delta-Quadrant

The late Neelix may have been a scoundrel, but his brother, Iniix was the president of one of the most successful businesses. His wealth was limitless, which he hoarded, and yet, at times, was known to donate. He never got along with his brother Neelix, but did consider Neelix’s daughter, Alixia, worthy. It was because of her that the Enterprise crew had been treated as well as it had.

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Talax

The Enterprise crew was in their second day on the Talaxian home world, after having been brought there by the Kazon. With no ship to call their own, the Star Fleet crew had still brought a lot of items with them that they had managed to scavenge from the Enterprise. The Enterprise had become damaged after encountering a nomadic space wave of energy that had swept through the area of the Delta-quadrant they were traveling through. Now, with just two shuttles, and vital equipment, the former starship crew- members were like so many vagabonds.

The bulk of the crew was being hosted in a series of dwellings that were owned by Iniix, near a very scenic mount range. The mountain range, called Godo Range, had been the site of a remarkable battle centuries ago between warring factions of Talaxians. Now, it was a resort area, with very luxurious surroundings.

And then, if that weren't enough, the Captain of the Enterprise, Spock, had been afflicted with an unknown condition. And now, near death, Spock’s life rested in the able hands of Dr. McCoy. The Talaxian world, in terms of medical sciences, was not as advanced as the Federation’s. Even still, the Talaxians tried their best to help.

McCoy was, once again, running tests, using the medical computer that had been salvaged from the Enterprise. As he was looking over the data, the door to Spock’s room, which was located in a side a small medical establishment near the Godo Range. Scotty, who was now the acting commander of the Enterprise, came into the room.

“How is he dooin?” Scotty asked.

“Believe me, I've tried everything,” McCoy replied, “but my medical knowledge of Vulcan anatomy is very limited.” McCoy looked down at Spock. “We also have to remember that his mind is actually a joined hybrid between the Vulcan’s mind, and whatever the S.P.O.C.K. had become.”

“We've already lost the keptin,” Scotty said, referring to the still missing Captain Kirk (who they were unaware was back home on Earth) “and I donna want to lose another.” Scotty said.

“I know,” McCoy said. “But the more I look at these readings,” McCoy said as he looked at the portable medical computer that had been set up next to Spock’ bed, “the more I am convinced he is one of those blasted mind-melds, or something like it. If I force him out of it; I could kill him."

"Well," Scotty said, "I'm going with Iniix. Apparently he mad his fortune running a," Scotty searched for the right word, "wrecking yard of spaceships of all shapes and sizes. He is quite confident that a recent ship he found could get us home."

"So," McCoy added with a smile, "I guess you're going to go kick the tires."

"Ye might say that," Scotty said. "I'm going to take Chekhov and Chakotay with me, so," Scotty added with a smile, "I'm'a leaving you in charge."

"Gee," McCoy said in a sardonic tone, "I'm forever in your debt." McCoy added with a roll of his eyes. "Scotty," McCoy said, "are you sure it was Sulu that you and Spock saw back on that world before we escaped?"

"No doubt about it," Scotty said with a tone of regret in his voice. "It was him."

Scotty left the room, leaving McCoy to ponder the fate of Sulu, if only for a moment.

--

One of the proud achievments of the Talaxian people was the very vast zoo that had been established on their world. Since much of the Talaxian economy was based on trade with other worlds, interest among the Talaxians about the far off worlds they traded with made the idea of a ‘galactic zoo’ a very profitable venture. It gave a chance for the ordinary Talaxian's, even school children, the chance to see magnificent from distant worlds.

Uhura was touring the zoo with Alixia. The daughter of Neelix, though only a teenager, had shown her self to be mature for her age, no doubt due to living the life of a traveler with her now dead father. It has been Alixia’s suggestion to bring the two Pachans, which the Enterprise had obtained upon leaving the planet Emarian Prime, and let them live out their lives in the comfort, and stability, of the zoo.

Uhura was with Alixia, and the Zoo manager, a Talaxian male named Pxyiox. He was an elder Talaxian, and quite friendly. They were viewing a massive enclosed habitat which was home to several different animal species.

"This is a very beautiful zoo," Uhura said to her Talaxian hosts. "Yet, I must say, I am worried that by selling tickets to fund this zoo, you are dependent on entertaining the crowds and may, and I am not accusing you of this, but may cause exploitation issues."

"I will not lie to you," Pxyiox said, "animal exploitation was a problem at this zoo in years past. I promise you, my friend Uhura, that has not been an issue, nor will it ever be, an issue again. We will care for your animals in ways that a life, flying through space, could not match. I am sure you can see this."

Uhura had a lot to think about. If the Pachan's became angry with her decision, they could become dangerous if they tried to take control of a Talaxian's mind. And she was determined not to leave the Pachans behind unless they were content with the idea of staying with the Talaxians.

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A large storage facility was loaned to the Enterprise....

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ROBERT SCORPIO presents

Wrecking Yard

The Delta Quadrant
Planet Talax


Montgomery Scott, who, just like most young men, loved to work on cars as he was in his teenaged years, and he used to love to go with his father to the local wrecking yards to scour the old cars for usable parts. Scotty’s upbringing was as good as it could be, from a middle class standard, which meant his family was not wealthy. His parents could never afford fancy cars, or fancy vacations. So when it came time to get his first car, at the age of 15, he and his father, armed only with a few screwdrivers here, and few wrenched there, would roam the rows and rows of dead hulking cars, looking for that one part they could use on whatever current car they were fixing to use.

Because of this ability to build up old clunkers, Scotty had driven many different kinds of cars in his youth. But, more important, he had a keen eye for clunkers that could, with a little stroking, actually turn-over and drive, and clunkers that were D.O.A.

So when Innix offered to let Scotty tour the massive Talaxian wrecking yard that was located around a near by moon, in hopes of finding a new ship for the crew of the Enterprise to get home with, Scotty grabbed his handy-dandy tool box and brought it with him. Sure, starships were far from being muscle cars, or pocket-rocket bikes, but they still were put together with the same idea at hand, even if those building it came from distant worlds from Earth. The two shared one of the Enterprise’s shuttles, weaving in and out of various old ships of many alien designs. Scotty could only smile inside as he appreciated what appeared to be the shared galactic trait of constructing ships. Some of the ships were very odd in design, which made Scotty appreciate the engineers who designed them even more. Somehow, someway, Scotty was quite sure that when he died, he would enter an area of heaven designed for those like him; no matter how their body was shaped.

Scotty’s Talaxian host, Innix, for his part, was doing his best to show Scotty the best ships that were available for sell. Since Scotty had spent so much time at wrecking yards as a kid, and watched his father haggle with the owners of those wrecking yards, Scotty knew what to listen for, and more importantly, what to look for. It was clear that Innix really appreciated the Enterprise helping to save his niece, and was being more honest about the questions Scotty asked of a particular ship. In fact, Innix had warned Scotty off a few of the wrecks. And as they entered the ninth hour of searching the rows and rows of ship, Scotty was nearly ready to give up the search; but then he saw the most fascinating ship. Although it was of alien design, it also bore a slight resemblance to the old Spanish Galleons.

“I like that ship,” Scotty said to Innix, “it looks exciting.”

“The solar sails are limited,” Innix said, “and the top speed is barely, on the scale you use, warp-4.” Innix added.

“But those space cannons arrayed on either side,” Scotty said, “they should provide protection, if we needed it. And,” Scotty added, “this thing is HUGE.”

Scotty was going to continue, but could sense Innix staring at him.

“Why do ya keep staring at me like that?” Scotty asked.

“You are from the world the Borg will not attack,” Innix said. “That must make you humans very special.”

“The Kazon told us the same thing. How exactly do you know that?” Scotty asked.

“It’s a fable that many of our children are taught, as was taught to us when we were children.” Innix said. “That, on the far side of the galaxy, there was world, a beautiful blue world called Earth, that the Borg would never destroy. Many of the civilizations on this side of the galaxy have this belief.”

“Well,” Scotty told Innix, “it is just that, a fable. And it is daft since, as far as I know, the Borg have nev’a been to Earth.”

Scotty, who was piloting the shuttle, flew the craft inside the massive landing bay doors of the starship, with massive solar sails towering above. Scotty had a very good feeling about the ship; though it might have been tainted by his love of the ancient galleons of the past.

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ROBERT SCORPIO presents

Meld


(this story is a direct continuation from Star Trek: Sector 001 “McGarrett”)


Although the sound of the wind and the ocean waves, as well as the occasional seagull overhead, were all part of the highly detailed vision inside of her mind; it didn’t lesson the beauty of it all, especially since Amanda was sharing the vision with her son Spock.

Amanda had seen very little of her son ever since the accident that had merged his mind with the matrix of the Earth-made android. In fact her son’s name wasn’t really Spock at all. Spock was the designation given to the android which had merged with her son. His real Vulcan name would always be in her heart, but it was his wish to be called Spock so Amanda, and her husband Sarek, acquiesced to their son’s wishes. It was, as Sarek told her, the logical thing to do.

Spock, along with the rest of the crew of the Enterprise, had recently been lost to the far off Delta-Quadrant. And yet somehow she found herself walking with her son, sharing a moment of silence, and it really didn’t really matter to her how it was that he was in her mind; all that mattered was that they were together.

“I am relieved to know that Captain Kirk and his son David are alive and well,” Spock told her, “Thank you mother for sharing that fact with me.”

“Yes,” Amanda said to him, “when I read the news reports on Earth I could not believe it.”

“Mother, I must repeat this question, is father aware of the fact that he has been replaced by the android Sarek duplicate?” Spock asked her.

“Yes, I am.” Sarek replied.

Spock and Amanda turned around upon hearing the voice of Sarek. Amanda, who had been collecting seashells as she was walking with Spock, threw them back to the sand went over to her husband and extended her hand. He reached out his own hand and caressed her fingers with his tenderly.

“I knew you would come,” Amanda said. “I am alive?”

“For now,” Sarek said to her. “Though, it must be said, Dr. Sovor is not exactly sure how this is possible.” Then he looked to Spock. “Perhaps, my son, you are the cause as to why your mother still lives.”

“I have thought about that possibility as well,” Spock said as he came over to his parents. “Perhaps my unique existence has augmented aspects of my mind I am not aware of.”

“My son,” Sarek said in a slight whimsical way, “considering all that you have been through in the pass couple years, anything is possible. It could be the affect of the android matrix, combined with your encounter with Gary Mitchell before he had control of his power.”

“We must also consider the fact that Gary Mitchell is in my presence again.” Spock added. “He claims to have lost his powers, and he is in our custody on the planet Talaxia. Perhaps he still has abilities that he is yet unaware of.”

“Talaxia?” Sarek asked. “Sounds like a very interesting world.”

“The Delta-Quadrant is a very fascinating,” Spock agreed. “We have lost the Captain, though I am relieved to know that he has returned to Earth unharmed, and we have lost the Enterprise. And yet, I find myself experiencing an emotion I have had very little use of.”

“Its called hope,” Amanda said to him with a smile. “And you get that from me,” she added with a slight smirk on her face.

Sarek looked to his wife.

“As for you, my dear,” Sarek said, “your health is not well. Spock’s augmented attributes may have kept you alive however your physical body is not well. My android counterpart snapped your neck. An interesting visitor named Mathew-81 claims to be able to heal your wound; but only time will tell.”

“Father, is this person, Mathew-81, in some relation to Gary-7, the unique human with the feline companion who assisted us during the VGR incident?” Spock asked.

“Indeed he is,” Sarek said. “This man, as well, has a feline companion as well; a most peculiar choice of pet I must add.”

“Not at all,” Amanda said to Sarek. “Unlike I-Chaya, a cat won’t crush your leg when it wants its food.”

“Father,” Spock said to Sarek, “in regards to Gary-7, could you inform Mathew-81 that Mr. 7 was killed by his feline companion, which we later discovered was a built by the Borg. The device was transmitting data via a subspace transmitter which was part of its collar.”

“Fascinating,” Sarek said, upon hearing the information from Spock.

“Fascinating?” Amanda asked, “How about disgusting.”

“As always, my wife, you have allowed your emotions to run amok. However, I would have it no other way.” Sarek said. “I believe that Mathew-81 is having success with repairing your wound.”

“I do feel my self getting stronger,” Amanda said. She turned to Spock. “I wonder, once I regain my strength, if my connection to you will end.”

“It is quite possible,” Spock said. “I entered the mind-meld, it would seem, the moment you were attacked by the android Sarek.”

“Spock,” Sarek said to his son. “Before this bond is broken, I want you to give some thought to this interesting possibility.”

“Which is?” Spock asked.

“The Borg, the Roger Corby androids, and yourself, are all interesting combinations of the living with the artificial. I find this to be more than just a random occurrence. It would be logical to keep this in mind when make decisions from this time forward.”

“Quite logical father,” Spock said with an arch of his eyebrow. “I will put some serious thought to this interesting possibility.”

Without warning, Amanda hugged Spock.

“Thank you, my son.” Amanda said to Spock, “I think you have saved my life.”

“Mother,” Spock said, “we do not know that to be fact. Perhaps,” Spock added, “you were lucky.”

“No,” she said with a smile on her face and a tear in her eye, “it was more than that.”

--
Amanda opened her eyes, and smiled upon seeing Sarek remove his fingers from the side of her head. She grabbed his hand and held it close to her.

“I love you, my husband.” Amana said softly.

Sarek stood up, and turned to face Mathew-81. Sarek saw the device in Mathew-81’s hand.

“I have you to thank,” Sarek said.

“Quite amazing,” Dr. Sovor said to Mathew-81. “That kind of technology could help many.”

“Perhaps,” Mathew-81 said, “but not now. I trust it was your son who had managed to keep her mind alive, even as her body was near death.”

“From the other side of the galaxy, I doubt that.” Odo interjected.

“I don’t know,” Steve Mcgarrett said, “somehow, seeing her standing up as she is,” McGarrett said as Amanda got off the stretcher, “I am starting to believe anything is possible.”

“You and me both,” Roberta Lincoln said. “I mean, I work for the same people he does,” Roberta said, “and even I am amazed at what I see at times.”

--
On the other side of the galaxy....

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Emprenda


Scotty was in sheer heaven. When he was a child, he loved to build model sailing ships, more specifically, the Spanish Galleons of the sixteenth, seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. For him, those amazing multi-deck ships were the greatest ever to dominate the oceans. His cousin Angus, who was nothing but a big bully, favored the American submarines of the later twentieth century. When ever Angus came to Scotty’s house, when they were both kids, would taunt whatever ship Scotty was busy building at the time.

“What’a waste,” Angus would bark, “me subs would tear ye a new arse. Them galleons are notin but timber weeds begg’n for a gallon of gas with a match.”

But Scotty didn’t care. Sure, matched up with a submarine, it was no contest. But, as Scotty would always remind Angus, the reason why subs spend most their time underwater is because the look like…

“…long logs,” Scotty would tell Angus. “I look at me turds,” Scotty would add, “and I see one of yer subs,” Scotty added with a laugh.

The general response from Angus was usually the same; a punch to Scotty’s gut.

And now, in the present, Scotty was happy because at last he was running the show on his own sailing ship. Sure, the ship wasn’t a Spanish Galleon, and it certainly didn’t sail the oceans, but it had some similarities. At the heart of it all were five massive solar sails that would capture every kind of ray imaginable, which would then be stored up to a point where it would power the engines to speeds of nearly warp-5. It may not have been the greatest way to power a ship, but, that didn’t matter to Scotty. What mattered was that the ship was large enough for the crew to fit on, and, it didn’t hurt that it resembled Scotty’s dream ship.

Another attractive point to the ship was that, just like a galleon, the crew that operated ship was up on the deck running the sails. They crew was kept from flying off into space by a force field that created, more-or-less, a subspace bubble around the ship. The rest of the ship’s crew was below deck, but those who had to run the lines, and stag the ship, were pretty much surrounded by the infinite distance of space; to put it mildly, Scotty was in heaven. It had also been decided by the crew, thanks to a vote taken by Guinan, as to what to call their ship. Many names had been submitted, including Enterprise. But, after the vote, it was decided to call the ship by a new name; Emprender. It was the closest Spanish word that came to Enterprise, and the crew liked it a lot.

It took nearly two weeks to properly train his engineering and the navigation teams on how rotate the masts, and how to tact the space rays that the sails collected. And as it turned out, one other man had such experience; Gary Mitchell.

Gary Mitchell claimed to be powerless, and was seemed genuinely eager to show the rest of the crew that he was still one of them. In the two weeks it took to train the crew, Mitchell’s natural ability to connect with the crew proved to be valuable.

After reasonably sure the crew was competent with the new technology, and the physical challenges of operating the ship, Scotty gave the all go signal to Captain Spock. The Talaxian people gave the Enterprise a massive going away feast, and then, with out further delay, the massive ship got underway.

First officer Scotty, with Gary Mitchell, who had yet to be officially given his commission back, though was making a great case for it, stood by his side. The ship cleared the Talaxian system and was soon on course for the far off Alpha-Quadrant.

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Dr. McCoy was not happy, however, with the condition of the medical accommodations. There was a woeful supply of medical beds, which the Talaxian suppliers had helped to try and correct to some degree, but it wasn’t enough. McCoy was walking along one of the inner corridors of the Emprender with Spock, trying to argue his point.

“And heaven help us Spock,” McCoy pleaded, “if we get attacked, or get smashed up by some space anomaly, and we don’t have enough beds, or medical supplies.”

“Doctor,” Spock said, “I realize the dire situation you find you medical department in. I trust in your ability to see through with these matters in efficient manner.”

“Well,” McCoy replied, “thank you for breaking out your pom-poms and giving me a a rousing cheer. But trust me; that dog won’t hunt for too long.”

Spock, having never heard that expression before, shrugged it off.

“I will see what can be done,” Spock finally admitted. “If I am not mistaken, there is idle space just on the other side of the medical lab. I will task Mr. Scott with extending your medical department, by removing that divider so that you can extend your medical department into there.”

“Well,” McCoy said, “I guess that’s a start.” They continued on. “So, I wonder how Jim is doing. Have you tried to reinitiate your mind-meld with your mother?”

“Affirmative,” Spock answered, “I have. However, to this point, I have not been able to make further contact. As for the captain, I am quite sure he is in good health.”

--

Gary Mitchell, who had been relieved from duty, entered the massive galley that was in the belly of the ship. Although a few of the crew members who were there kicking back greeted his entrance with skeptical glances, others did not. He realized the anger that some of them felt towards him. Pike, in his own opinion, had done his best to save their lives, and had unwittingly pushed them into the Delta-Quadrant. Now, as it turned out, he was powerless to bring them home. It was from that action that most of the suspicion came from.

Mitchell came over to the main bar, and sat next to Nadya Chekov, his former lover. Chekov and Guinan, the woman who ran the bar, and galley, were obviously more than just friends, Mitchell could sense. Yet, it didn’t mean he couldn’t try to rekindle his relationship with Chekov.

“Hello girls,” Mitchell said with a smile.

“Hi Gary,” Chekov said. “How are you doing? Are they treating well up there on the deck?”

Gary caught Chekov checking him out, even if just with a passing glance


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Sulu


He was trying very hard to keep his mind.

Although he had memories of a past life, a very wonderful life, the memories didn’t seem real. He had memories of his mother, and father, and even memories of his bullying older brother. He had memories of becoming a celebrity, as his career as a Japanese astronaut, an openly gay one at that, brought the media spotlight on to him. He remembered joining the United Space Agency, and becoming the helmsman of the USS Enterprise, the first starship, from Earth, to travel beyond the confines of the solar system. He remembered making good friends.

There was Scotty, his fencing arch-nemesis, but good friend too. They had shared some fun times. Even Gary Mitchell, who would later become nearly a God like entity, became a close friend. Sulu loved to flaunt his homosexuality in front of Gary, just to see how it made him feel uneasy, in a playful way. It was always done in good fun. But in time, as Gary became more distant, their friendship soured; but there were still good memories that Sulu would never forget.

The designation of Sulu, though it was his name, now seemed like a distant cloud in the sky. Sometimes, it seemed to Sulu when he was a child, that a cloud could be so huge, a thunderhead in the distance, and yet it almost seemed as if it was just right before him, yet it was really dozens of miles away. That is what his name had become to him.

That was all because Sulu was now a Borg drone. And yet, somehow, he had not been totally assimilated. Although his new designation was Seven-of-Nine, Sulu knew that it wasn’t; he knew he was still the son of Japanese and Filipino parents. He could see the small village in Japan in which he grew up, and yet, he also could not resist the orders of the Collective; the Borg Collective. The Collective controlled his basic movements, making him walk in line, with other drones, as they pillaged planets, and assimilated other sentient beings, and killing others that tried to stop them. Sulu could see his own arms, hands, forcibly injecting his victims with the nannites that would, in turn, make Sulu’s victims like him, a Borg like he was. He was powerless to stop his actions. He felt like a pariah, a harbinger of death, and there was nothing he could do to warn his victims, or stop himself from killing them.

And yet…he was still himself. And it was abundantly clear that the Collective, although there were implants attached to Sulu’s body, and brain, was not aware that Sulu had maintained his individuality.

He actually remembered being chased down by the Borg that he and his friends had encountered on the uncharted planet that the Enterprise had hoped get much needed rest on, after having being thrown to the Delta-Quadrant by godlike Gary Mitchell.

Sulu, along with his then current boyfriend Harris Miller, as well as their close friend Sonya Gomez, had gone hiking on an outcropping of hills near the massive lake where the crew had flocked to. A sudden cave-in found Miller and Gomez inside of a dark cave, where they came upon a dormant Borg drone. After assimilating Miller and Gomez, the drone climbed up the cave, intent on assimilating Sulu. Sulu, armed with a phaser, tried to stop the drone, but failed. Before he could flee, Sulu stumbled on a rock, seriously spraining his ankle. The Borg drone made its way up out of the cave-in, and had managed to catch Sulu as he tried to run. As the Borg began to assimilate Sulu, by jamming it’s the retractable needles that came out of the implant that covered its left arm, Sulu lost balance, and the Borg let Sulu fall. Sulu slammed to the ground below, and was dead, by normal standards.

After being buried by his friends, and fellow crewmembers, believing he was dead, Sulu was left there, dead and buried. The Borg dug up Sulu’s body, and finished assimilating him. Sulu’s was targeted, as were Miller and Gomez, because they were special to the Borg. That is why the Borg had gone through so much trouble to save Sulu’s life, and more importantly, his memories and knowledge of Earth, and Star Fleet tactics.

He did not know how or why, but Sulu knew that the Collective was well aware of Earth, and that there was some reason Earth was untouchable; for the time being.

Once his body had been repaired, and his memories seemingly sucked from his mind, Sulu was made a drone, just like Miller and Gomez. Since that time, he had not seen his two former colleagues, and had no idea where they were.

Sulu went through the motions, mainly, because, he didn’t control the use of his body. The only thing he had that was his was a small alcove inside his brain. He had assimilated many, killed even more, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Then, the first good thing happened..

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Turnabout


The massive Emprenda, with its towering solar sails overhead, was engaged with a full sublight-speed maneuver. The ship was tilted to the left on its axle as it was making full 180- degree turn. The crew, which was working the sails, strained to keep their balance as they worked the lines. Scotty was yelling here, Gary Mitchell was yelling there, trying to keep the men and women who manned the lines at full concentration.

Now, of course, in space, such an event, like turning the vessel, or tilting on one’s axis, wouldn’t really mean anything since there is no up/down or side-to-side in space; but designers of this ship, which resembled a Spanish Galleon, seemed to understand the necessity of keeping the crew concentrated at their posts, and/or, the builders must have loved to sail the seas too. The reason the crew was straining to make the turn was due to the artificial gravity that would react to such moves, and adjust the gravity to reflect the turn. In essence the ship’s computer was trying to, for lack of a better phrase, keep it real!

Below the main decks, the rest of the crew felt this change in gravity as well. For this reason, everything on the ship was packed, and secured, to minimize any accidents, such as falling debris and the like. Even down in the galley, Guinan and her kitchen staff had packed all the plates and cups in the most secure manner.

Up in the conning tower, Captain Spock looked down on the main deck and shook his head in what one might call an amused way. He could hear Scotty and Gary barking out their orders at the line holders, and Spock could tell that Scotty and Gary were having the time of their lives. Spock listened as Scotty was repeating an order to group of crewmembers as they were struggling with the sail adjustment. Scotty looked really angry, Spock noticed, but he also had a twinkle in his eyes.

“I like this ship!” Scotty exclaimed, “its exciting!”

Gary Mitchell laughed at Scotty’s exuberence.

“You know what?” Mitchell said to Scotty, “I think, if we ever get back home, we should demand the fleet be rebuilt with ships like this.”

“Well,” Ensign Wesley Crusher said as he, and two other shipmates stood ready to pull their lines, “I don’t know about you, but I love the cushy surroundings of a starship.”

“Sitting on a ship like the Enterprise might make our rumps get a little too big, over time,” Scotty said. “So you can have your fancy ‘love boat’ ship, I’ll take the Emprenda any day of the week.”

Spock looked over to Uhura, who was manning the small, but able, communications post in the conning tower.

“Are you still in contact with the captain?” Spock.

“I’m still here Spock,” Kirk answered for Uhura,” but my life-support systems are starting to give out. So, if you would; please hurry.”

The crew of the Emprenda was surprised when, from out of nowhere, a small spacecraft approached. They were doubly surprised when they received a hail from the lone occupant of the craft. It was, of all people, Captain James T Kirk. The last time they had seen the captain was not long after the Enterprise had arrived in the Delta-Quadrant. And, according to Spock’s recent mind-meld with his mother, who was all the way across the galaxy in the Alpha-Quadrant, on Earth, Kirk was alive and well there. And yet, somehow, Kirk had returned.

“Maybe Starfleet was more than just able to send us a signal,” Uhura said to Spock referring to the recent signal they had received from Colonel Pike, on Earth, “maybe they have adapted a spaceship with this capability as well; we’re going home!”

“Lt. Uhura,” Spock said to the dark skinned woman, “I would not, as humans are fond of saying, put all your eggs in one container. We are not sure of our facts.”

“Basket,” Uhura told him, “don’t put all my eggs in one basket.”

“Yes,” Spock said with an arched eyebrow, “I stand corrected.”

The craft Kirk was manning was running out of power, and as Kirk had just warned them, it was running out of life-support at well.

The Emprenda soon finished its turn, and was soon on course for Kirk’s damaged ship. The shuttles could have been used to rescue the captain, but their fuel had long been used, and until a suitable fuel source was found, the three remaining shuttles were nothing more than precious cargo in the ship’s hold.

“Spock,” came Kirk’s voice, “my ship is experiencing an overload, I’m not going to…” Kirk began to cough....

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Deju vu


The Emprenda crew had, once again, lost their Captain. First it was Captain Kirk they had lost, when they had first arrived in the Delta-Quadrant. And then, for sometime, Spock had been lost, through a mind-meld, for a while as well. And now, without warning, the ship Spock had teleported over to, and was piloted by Captain Kirk in fact, had disappeared before their very eyes. It seemed destined that Scotty would be spending many nights and days as the commander of the Emprena, or Enterprise, or whatever other ship they might find themselves on during their long voyage home.

“Scotty,” McCoy said, “I think you better put in for a promotion. I think you’ve been commanding this ship longer than Jim and that green blooded hobgoblin.”

“Aye,” Scotty said, “and I do it for half the pay. Next time I see Colonel Pike, be sure to remind me to bring that fact up.”

“I will,” McCoy said as he slapped Scotty on the back, “you deserve it!”

The deck crew had all gathered near the bow of the ship, looking for clues as to where the small ship Kirk had been piloting had vanished. But there was nothing to see but the infinite depths of the universe.

“So what now?” Chekov asked.

Guinan, who had come to the deck to help with the lines, stood next to her.

“Yeah, now what?” Guinan asked. “I mean,” she continued, “can’t we ever catch a God damn break?”

Scotty could feel everyone’s eyes on him, again. But the crew had come through so much since being banished here by their now powerless crewmate Gary Mitchell.

“Mist’a Mitchell,” Scotty said to Gary Mitchell who was standing with the crew, “can ya send us home yet?”

Gary Mitchell closed his eyes, and tried to send the ship home; but it didn’t work.

“Nope,” Mitchell replied, and then shower of moans could be heard. “I’ll try again later sir.”

“Okay,” McCoy said to Scotty, “what is plan-b?”

“Well, for one thing,” Scotty said to Chakotay, who was standing next to McCoy, “I, once again, name ye meeee acting first officer, if you should’a accept.”

“I do,” Chakotay replied with a smile.

“Alright,” McCoy chimed in, “with that taken care of, what do we do? Do we stay here, and hope they come back? Or do we continue on, and hope that fate somehow delivers them back in our arms as it always seems to do.”

Scotty thought for a moment.

“Well, for now,” he told the gathered crew, “We will maintain our position. Then we will…”

Before Scotty could say another word, a blast of energy slammed into the shields that maintained an energy bubble around the ship.

“Were under attack!” Chakotay yelled.

Suddenly, several ships, each one being about a tenth the size of the Emprenda, swarmed around the energy bubble, firing their weapons at it, as if trying to poke a hole in a massive balloon.

“I recognize those ships,” Alixia said, the orphaned daughter of Neelix, who was standing near Uhura, helping to man the lines as well. “They’re Kazon!”

The Emprenda didn’t only look like a Spanish Galleon; it also had side-mounted cannons that played the part as well. Each cannon had a stack of canisters, each packed full with anti-protons, that, when shot, packed quite a wallop; in theory. No one had actually seen what one of the cannons could do since no one had ever seen one fired before. Scotty made it a point to try and find out who it was actually who built the ship, because who ever it was, it was clear they had a thing for eighteen century sailing vessels.

In the distance was the Kazon mother-ship from which the small attacking vessels had come from. The Emprenda was starting to rumble as the energy bubble protecting it was taking an unending pounding from the attacking swarm.

McCoy was on the deck as well, and he stood next to Scotty as Gary Mitchell came running up.

“Captain,” Mitchell said, “Commander Chakotay stands reading at the wheel....

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Gary Mitchell…what is he? What are the Remnants? What was the real reason the Vulcans took fifty-thousand Romans to their world? Why won’t the Borg attack Earth?

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Cannonball Run!


The Emprenda banked to the left, and using its stored up battery power, it thrust forward, surprising the swarm of Kazon attack craft that had surrounded the massive space sailing ship. The sudden movement of the Emprenda caused several of the attacking ships to collide with each other, causing small explosions to either side of the Emprenda as it closed in on the Kazon battle cruiser. With the sudden thrust putting it along side the massive Kazon mother-ship, Scotty yelled those immortal worlds.

“FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE!”

For a brief moment it was as though time had frozen. There was no real guarantee that the cannons would fire. The special cannonballs were outfitted with special transponders, which the ships computers would lock on, and instantly open up an area of the protective shield just large enough for the ball to pass through. If the timing was off between the cannons, and the ship’s computer, then the vacuum of space would threaten the entire crew. They had test fired unarmed cannonballs during their work-ups, before leaving Talax, and there had been issues. Hopefully the adjustments Chekov and Spock had made in the systems would come through.

And at that instant, the starboard mounted cannons, which faced the port side of the Kazon ship, roared to life and fired their blast. Because the cannons were located inside the defense field, which provided an artificial atmosphere for the crew to exist in, the collective explosion of sound the cannons created caused the ship to quake. The thundering boom made everyone’s soul shake to the core. It also inspired Scotty to smile.

“That was great,” Scotty said excitedly, as McCoy, who had ducked to the ground, struggled to stand back up.

Massive explosions engulfed the unprepared Kazon ship, and then, to the crew of the Emprenda’s delight, the Kazon ship totally exploded. The entire deck crew of the Emprended exploded as well; in cheers!

The Emprenda had defeated the Kazon ship with the just one volley of cannon fire. The rest of the smaller, swarming, Kazon crafts regrouped, and fled into the blackness of space. Even though it was a battle, and could have cost them their lives, it didn’t matter; it had been an exciting, and thrilling moment, for the crew.

“Too bad Jim wasn’t here to see this,” McCoy said to Scotty. “This was a great moment.”

“Jim has a collection of models he made as a kid,” Gary Mitchell said, upon hearing McCoy’s statement. “Cars, subs, and he even has a model of the prototype of the Enterprise, the Constitution. One of the coolest ones he built was the model of a ship not quite unlike this one. He would have loved seeing this, and being apart of something like this.”

“Then why don’t you bring him home?” Chakotay asked. He had come down from the conning tower.

“If I could, I would,” Mitchell said to Chakotay. It was obvious that Chakotay did not trust Gary Mitchell.

“You may have pulled the wool over everyone else’s eyes,” Chakotay said, not bothering to hide his words, even in front of Scotty and McCoy. “But I don’t trust you. Now, how about getting your ass back down to the deck and help clean-up the mess down there.” Chakotay added, and then turned and walked away.

McCoy and Scotty did not come to Mitchell’s aid, knowing that they would have been out of place, even though Scotty was the acting Captain, had they done so. Mitchell gave the two a knowing glance, and then did as Chakotay had ordered, the acting first officer, the post Gary had once held on the Enterprise, and when back down to help clean the deck.

Scotty watched as Chakotay climbed up the steps that led to the conning tower.

“He’s right you know,” McCoy said, who also watched Chakotay walk away. “We have to make sure we don’t trust Gary. He could have sent us home if he had wanted to. I don’t believe that crap about not wanting to violate some universal code of involvement.”

“Aye,” Scotty agreed. “I’m keeeeep’n meee eyes opened, in regard to mist’a Mitchell.”

“Where do you think Spock and Jim vanished too?” McCoy asked, changing the subject.

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