Star Trek: USS ENTERPRISE

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Robert Scorpio Presents

The Wise Men



Scotty, and the rest of the Emprenda crew could only stare in sheer horror, as the giant cube-shaped vessel grew larger and larger as it got closer and closer. Being that the crew of the Emprenda were not covered by the usual comfort of the hulls and decks of a starship, and were pretty much surrounded by the infinite size of the universe, it made the approaching Borg threat even that more menacing.

McCoy picked up on the sentiment that all the others felt, stated the obvious.

“What do we do?” McCoy asked. “Run?”

With three planet killers to the giant cube’s starboard side, it was stating the obvious that the Emprenda had absolutely no chance in a fight with these massive ships.

Gary Mitchell, and Commander Chakotay, who rejoined them all at the center of the deck, knew Scotty’s answer even before he said it.

“We canna run,” Scotty said, “We used our last burst of energy on that maneuver I used against the Kazon.”

“We have a volley of cannonballs set,” Gary Mitchell said in a somber tone as he came over to Scotty, “that’s about all we could do.”

Lt. Nadya Chekov looked at the somber faces on the men around her, and then stated, in a plane voice, “Why haven’t they attacked?”

“She’s right,” Mitchell said to Scotty, “why are they just sitting there?”

“Sir,” Chakotay said to Scotty, “according to Uhura, who’s manning the sensors up in the conning tower, the Borg cube, and the planet killers, are registering practically no energy signals.”

“What?” Scotty asked.

Moments later Scotty, Chakotay and McCoy climbed up to the conning tower. Moments later Scotty was reading the sensor scans, trying to make sense of them.

“Well?” McCoy asked, “What the hell is going on over there.” McCoy asked as he stared out the main viewing port at the large vessels. “Are they having a birthday party or something?”

“Maybe we’re too small to bother with.” Uhura said.

“Like a fly on an elephant.” Chakotay added.

Moments later, with the energy outputs of the Borg fleet at near zero levels, Commander Chakotay, along with two security officers, took one of the shuttlecrafts to investigate. The Borg cube, as well as the three planet-killers, seemed to be derelicts. The Borg cube was so massive, the shuttle nearly looked like just as Chakotay had described earlier; a fly on an elephant. The giant cubed vessel was at least three miles wide on each of its six sides. Its plating was of an alloy Scotty had never seen before, and looked like, for lack of a better description, a compressed mesh of some kind. As the shuttle recorded its fly over of the cube, the images were transmitted back to conning tower of the Emprenda.

“This place needs a bridge,” McCoy complained as the others looked at the images being beamed back from the shuttle. “There are not enough chairs.”

“I kind’a like it his way,” Scotty told McCoy, “gives it more of a nautical feel,” Scotty added as he stood behind the conning-wheel.

“You look like a pirate,” McCoy said quickly.

“Aye,” Scotty added in his best pirate voice.

“What do you think having that kind of hull accomplishes?” Nadya Chekov asked from her navigation post.

“I canna say,” Scotty told her. “Though I’m sure you can stuff a bit a hardware and or wiring in it, as well as armored plating. When I go over to that cube ship I will…”

McCoy cut him off.

“You can’t be serious,” McCoy said to Scotty. “You can’t go over there at a time like this. Incase you haven’t noticed, we’re running out of command personal!”

“I guess ya might have to brush up on your commanding lingo,” Scotty said to McCoy. “I’m goin’ova there, if it’s possible.”

McCoy shook his head in obvious disappointment.

“Then if you’re going; I’m going with you.” McCoy added suddenly.

“Did yee give Cap’n Kirk this kind of grief?” Scotty asked in a humorous voice.

“You bet I did,” McCoy replied. “And you’re no better than he was with putting yourself in danger.”

The shuttle finally made its way over the top side of the Borg cube. And the readings that were emanating from the Borg cube were still at very low levels. Chakotay’s face appeared on the screen.

“Nothing to report,” Chakotay said. “It is just as the sensors are telling us. This ship, this cube ship, seems to void of any energy signatures. As for life signs, the readings we are getting are inconclusive.”

“Go ahead and come back then,” Scotty said. “Once you get back, I’m going to head over there with an engineering team and see what we find.”

“I’m going to,” McCoy said as well.

“And he’s going too,” Scotty added.

“Is that wise?” Chakotay asked.

“Are you kidding?” McCoy answered before Scotty could.

“Maybe not,” Scotty told them both, “but I gotta see how these things look like inside. Mind is made up and I’m goin’. Besides, if we are going to be encountering the Borg in the future, it might do us well to have some kind of idea as to what kind of technology they are working with.”

“And who better to ascertain that,” Chekov said with a smile from her post, “than a miracle worker.”

McCoy rolled his eyes.

“Yikes,” McCoy said sarcastically. “You should register that tagline with the patent office when we get back.”

Scotty thought for a moment.

“I just might do that.” Scotty eventually said a laugh.

--

Several moments later Scotty...


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Robert Scorpio Presents

Borg Visiting Hours



The inside of the Borg quiet was silent and eerie. As Scotty, McCoy, and the four engineering assistants entered the Borg ship, via the hatch that connected the small shuttle to the large cube shaped vessel, they helped each other up through the small opening that kept the two ships connected.

The area around them was barely lit by a series of tiny lights that crisscrossed the strange meshed ceiling. One by one they each turned on the flashlights that were part of their spacesuits, and mounted above their shielded eye pieces.

Suddenly, Dr. McCoy stepped back, startled as seeing a Borg drone standing before him.

“Holy shit!” McCoy exclaimed, backing away from the zombie like life form.

“Calm down Dr. McCoy,” Scotty said as he caught McCoy. “Whatever that thing is, it doesn’t seem to even know we are here. Look at the blank expression in its right eye.”

The left eye of the drone was hidden behind a strange eye piece. But the right eye, which wasn’t hidden, just stared blankly, though it was alive.

Scotty snapped his fingers in front of the drone’s right eye, but the Borg was non-responsive. One of the engineering assistants, a man named Ensign Lyle Cross, who was of African descent, pointed at the hull and the myriad of hardware that the Borg was wearing. It seemed to attach the Borg drone to the hull.

“Look here sir,” Ens. Cross said to Scotty.

Scotty came closer to get a better look. As he did, Dr. McCoy took out a medical Tricorder and began to scan the unmoving Borg.

“Aye,” Scotty said. “I would bet that this bugger, and the one down there,” Scotty said pointing at another drone that was attached to the hull in the same manner, “are hardwired into what ever this ship is; perhaps even these thingys,” Scotty said as he pointed at the elaborate head gear the Borg was wearing, “receives wireless tranmissions as well.”

As their eyes began to adjust, the six Emprenda crewmembers shut off their flashlights, not wanting to cause a more curious response by the Borg.. There was a strange, green hue to the surroundings, and there was a musty, damp smell as well. Scotty looked to McCoy.

“Well,” Scotty said to McCoy, “what can you tell me? Is our friend alive or dead, something else? Can you tell what race it is?”

“Well,” McCoy began to say, “Its life-signs are very low. It’s almost as if the body’s functions, blood rate, heart beat, ect, are being controlled as well. According to my scans, this Borg, and the one down there have identical heartbeats and blood flow. And if I look closer,” McCoy added, “I can see that their metabolic rate is identical as well. I bet their weight is regulated in the same way.”

“What a unique way to go on a diet,” Ens. Cross said.

The other there assistants snickered at his words.

“Let’s try to keep it serious lads,” Scotty said to his assistants, and then added in a whisper “at least until we know when the karaoke hours are.”

The men laughed, slightly. Scotty knew that under duress men, and women, could lose their concentration. Kirk had proven that time after time it was best to keep the crew loose even when their lives were in danger.

“The drone is of some hominoid life-form, most likely indigenous to this part of the galaxy. Strangely enough,” McCoy added, “its mind is acting in much the same way Spock’s was when he was in that mind-meld with his mother, who was clear across the galaxy.”

“Are ye suggesting that it is in some kind of telepathic contact and that at any moment, it might snap out of it?” Scotty asked McCoy.

“Perhaps,” McCoy said.

“Then we better continue on,” Scotty said. “We didn’t come over here to just stand around.”

And with that, Scotty headed down the corridor, and McCoy and the others followed him, slowly. As they came to the end of the corridor they beheld a most incredible sight. They stood at the edge of the corridor, and held back only by a sort of guardrail, they looked out upon what appeared to be the center hub of the ship. Hundreds upon hundreds of Borg drones could be seen lining dozens of dozens of decks.

“How many are there?” Scotty asked McCoy.

“I would say,” McCoy replied, as he kept looking at his Tricorder, “at least fifty-thousand that we can see. Perhaps another hundred thousand we can’t see.”

“Wow,” Ensign Burt Wenton, another one of Scotty’s engineering assistants said. “And this is just one Borg cube.”

“And they’re all connected through some kind of Collective of some type?” Ens. Cross asked.

“Aye,” Scotty said. “Amazn’ technology; both in terms of mechanical and biological accomplishments. I bet it would take us a million more years to reach this tech scale.”

“Can they be removed from the mental collective once they are apart of it?” Ens. Cross asked.

Before Scotty could answer, Ens. Cross stepped back suddenly, and grasped his own left arm.

“Shit!” Cross exclaimed.

McCoy came over. “What’s wrong?” McCoy asked.

Cross began to clinch his fist.

“I don’t know, it felt like a spider bite,” Cross began to say.

McCoy, using his scanner, didn’t like what he saw.

“Nanites, the same we found in that tunnel, and on Sulu’s body, are inside of his suit!” McCoy said to Scotty.

Then they could see a small hole in Cross’s spacesuit, just above his wrist.

“Oh no,” Scotty said, “the nanites are eating through the material.”

Scotty reached out to hold Cross up, but McCoy stopped him.

“Don’t,” McCoy said to Scotty. “My scanner is picking up literally millions of those subatomic nanites all over the inside of his suit.”

“What about us?” Scotty asked.

Suddenly the Borg ship shook.

“What the hell was that?” Ensign Wenton asked.

“The Borg ship is being fired upon,” Scotty said.

Suddenly, Cross fell to the ground. The motionless Borg they had been studying, the one that was attached to the hull, began to move, and detached itself from the alcove it had been anchored to.

“Scotty,” McCoy said, “Cross is dead.”

“Let’s go,” Scotty said.

“What about Cross?” Wenton asked, not wanting to leave his friend behind.

“He’s dead,” Scotty said. “And so will we be, if we don’t get the hell out of here!”

As they scurried to get back down the corridor towards the shuttle, Scotty let the others go through the crawl way first that led down to the shuttle.

“Hurry up,” Scotty told the others as the two nearby Borg, who were now detached, knelt down next to Cross.

Then Scotty watched as the two Borg removed Cross’s spacesuit, until the man was totally naked. A third ...

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Robert Scorpio presents

Take a Number




The Emprenda was surrounded by several smaller Talaxn ships. Meanwhile there was a larger ship following the Emprenda in the near distance. All this as the massive solar-sailing ship made her way away from area where the confrontation with the Borg had happened.

As McCoy and the others prepared to land the shuttle, McCoy looked at the massive ship, and remembered Scotty telling him that it belonged to Neelix’s brother, and had been salvaged from wreckage found in deep space. The massive, powerful looking ship belonged to a race from the Gamma-Quadrant that called them selves the Jem’Hadar.

The news was not good, as McCoy and the survivors from the Borg excursion arrived back aboard the Emprenda.

McCoy was disheartened to find out that Commander Chakotay had died when the Borg cube had managed to fire off some blasts before warping into deep space. Chakotay’s tattered body was covered with a make-shift sheet.

“What happened?” McCoy asked Gary Mitchell and Chekov, who had met them when the shuttle returned.

McCoy looked down at Chakotay’s lifeless body.

“One of the blasts nearly penetrated the shields,” Chekov replied, as she stood next to Mitchell. “The blast caused the gravity field to fluctuate, and he was struck by debris.”

“Where’s Scotty?” Gary asked.

“He got stuck on that damn Borg cube when we we’re trying evacuate,” McCoy said. “This is just great. Kirk is gone, Spock is gone, Scotty is either dead or gone, and now Chakotay’s dead. Shit, can we catch a break or not?”

At that moment Innix, the brother of the deceased Neelix, and uncle of Neelix’s only child, Alixia, who was now a crewmember of the Emprenda, came over to where McCoy and the others were standing, having just arrived via the Federation shuttle Spock had given them.

“I hope we arrived in time,” Innix said. “We over heard the transmissions from the Kazon fleet that attacked you and came as fast as we could. My ship,” Innix, “may not have beaten the planet-killers or the Borg cube, but it would have gotten in some cheap shots I assure you.”

“Uncle,” Alixia said, “they went aboard the Borg cube.”

“What did you find?” Innix asked McCoy.

“They were in some sort of trance like state of mind,” McCoy told Innix. “But it doesn’t matter now; we lost Scotty to them.”

“I am sorry for your loss,” Innix said. “Perhaps you should return to Talax for repairs?”

As Innix asked his question, it became very evident that the Emprenda, the crew of the Enterprise, did not have a commanding officer to answer with. McCoy turned to face Gary Mitchell.

“Well,” McCoy said to Mitchell, “I hate to admit it at a time like this, but right now, you’re the closest thing we have to a captain.”

There was a slight murmuring from the gathered crowd crew. McCoy turned and faced them all.

“Now look,” McCoy told them all, as he stood on a crate of empty cannon shells so as to see them all, “I know we’re here, trapped on the other side of the Galaxy, because of what he did. But we all know we would have been killed had we been hit by that energy wave that was created when VGR exploded.”

The doubters in the crowd nodded their heads in reluctant acknowledgment.

“Captain Kirk isn’t here, I wish he was,” McCoy said to them. “I even wish that green-blooded hobgoblin was here,” the crew chuckled, “but he isn’t either. Chakotay’s dead, and Scotty is gone; for now. Gary Mitchell is the best qualified person here to get take over as captain, for ever how long that will last.”

“I can’t just take over as Captain,” Mitchell said to McCoy. “I don’t even have a commission.”

“You do now,” McCoy said. “I am the acting senior officer aboard this ship, and so it has fallen to me. I am not qualified to captain a tugboat, let alone this ship. I am reestablishing your commission right now, and hocus-pocus, you’re now the Captain of the Emprenda, and commander of the crew of the USS Enterprise!”

The crew cheered, as did Innix and Alixia.

--
Later that evening, McCoy sat in the make shift galley of the Emprenda. Innix, and his Talaxian fleet, had departed and headed back for their home world of Talax. Gary Mitchell decided to not go backward, but forward, and set the ship on course for the far off Alpha-Quadrant.

Guinan brought an Orange-julep over to McCoy, and sat down next to him. On the far end of the make shift bar was a hitchhiker.

“Who or what is that thing?” Guinan asked as she stared at the strange rock creature.

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Robert Scorpio presents

Mars…Again



Emprenda, the massive solar-sailing vessel, made its way through the vastness of space, on its way for the Alpha-Quadrant, some 385 years away at present speed. Several days had passed since the narrow escape from the Borg fleet. Captain Gary Mitchell had decided not to take up Illixa’s offer of returning to Talax, deciding instead to take their chances in open space. Illixa, understanding the restlessness of the Emprenda’s crew, gave Mitchell a Star map. It would help the Emprenda navigate areas of space that could be dangerous in the near future.

And with that done, the Emprenda set sail. The map would help for approximately ten years, which was the extent of the Talaxian explored area of space. After that, space rumors heard through the ages would have to do. There was no telling what was ahead of them, both figuratively and literally.

“All we have,” Gary Mitchell told the gathered crew on the massive deck of the ship, “is the Undiscovered Country; the future.”

--
The mess-deck of the Emprenda has begun to take shape. With the surviving food replicators that were salvaged from the now destroyed Enterprise, and new sources of energy provided by the Talaxians, Guinan was able to put together a pretty edible menu of food items, and beverages. She was also able to replicate some decorations which gave the mess-deck a ‘pirate’ ship persona. Most of the crew had grown up watching the old “Pirates of the Caribbean “ movies with Johnny Depp, so it was only natural to decorate the ship in such a manner.

McCoy encouraged Guinan to do such things because it helped keep the crew’s minds on their jobs by giving them a way to escape the harsh reality of their situation. The ship was very old and the maintenance crews had much work to do, but so did the departments as well. And the cold hard facts were still undeniable; they were all very far from home. The only thing that really kept the crew going was hope. Hope that someday, some sweet day, they might find another way home, other than traversing the vast distance of space that separated them from their homes. Gary Mitchell had managed to bring them to the Alpha-Quadrant in just a matter of seconds. Though Mitchell no longer had that ability, others might. Trelane was one such person, and he could always return, or beyond that, there might be other ways of crossing the distance not yet known to them.

There was another matter of hope that kept the crew going as well. Mr. Spock had vanished recently, with of all people, Captain Kirk. There was no telling when they might return. Scotty was seemingly loss, however, after the confrontation with the Borg, and Commander Chakotay had died nearly at the same time. With all four men gone, the crew had lost the command core.

Gary Mitchell, of all people, was now the acting captain of the crew of the USS Enterprise/Emprenda. It was ironic because Mitchell had become a villain in recent times. He had evolved into a being, a Q, and had the powers of a God. He had used them to do bad things, but he had also used them to save the crew from ultimate death; though the cost was exile to the Delta-Quadrant. But now Mitchell was powerless. The crew had come to forgive him for his past deeds.

--
Captain Gary Mitchell and Dr. Lenoard McCoy were locked in mortal combat! Well, if one considered three-dimensional chess as a battlefield, then they were indeed, locked in mortal combat.

They were in final stages of a game of chess. The mess-deck was practically empty, due to the early hours, so it was just Mitchell, McCoy, and their lone witness; Guinan.

“Where do you think they are?” Guinan asked, while she watched the two men study the chessboard’s various levels.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Mitchell responded, as he waited for McCoy to make the next move. “If that was Jim on that ship, how the hell did he get a ship like that in the first place?”

“Maybe Starfleet has some kind of experimental ship,” Guinan told Mitchell.

“Perhaps,” Mitchell said.

“Or,” McCoy added as he moved one of his chess pieces, “it wasn’t Jim and it was some kind of trap.”

“I don’t know Leonard,” Guinan said, “that seems a bit far-fetched.”

McCoy smiled and looked at her.

“I’m playing chess with a man who used to be a God, and you’re calling my speculation far-fetched?” McCoy asked.

“He’s got you there,” Mitchell added. “Though, I wasn’t a God,” Mitchell added with his own smile, “I was just evolved.”

“What about Scotty?” Guinan asked McCoy. “Do you think he’s dead, or at worst, one of them now, a Borg?”

McCoy, who was the last person to see Scotty alive, thought about what he saw in that last instant. He saw Scotty being pulled away from the walk-tunnel that had connected the shuttle with the Borg vessel.

“I’m not sure,” McCoy said. “Besides,” McCoy added as he watched Mitchell make a move, “Scotty’s brain is so filled-up with blueprint images and all that Scottish lingo of his, absorbing him might spell their doom.”

“Where did you learn to play this game so well?” Mitchell asked. “You wouldn’t strike me as a person into chess.”

“S.P.O.C.K.,” McCoy replied as he made his next movie. “And I mean when he was still a toaster on Jim’s chair, and had access to all our computers. One night I couldn’t get to sleep, back on the old Enterprise, and I just happened to play the computer, Spock, a game. The next thing I knew, I was playing him once a night, losing of course, but I still picked up some moves here and there.”

“I miss those times,” Guinan said. “I miss the wonder, and then the fear, of coming up against the Gorn the first time (Chapter #20, savvy readers).” Guinan reminisced.

“I wish I had been there,” Mitchell said to them both.

“That’s right,” McCoy said to him, “You had transferred over to the Reliant to be her first-officer, while the Enterprise was in dry-dock.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Guinan said to Mitchell, “but what happened up there on Mars with you and Khan?”

Gary Mitchell looked up from the chessboard and saw that the two of them, Guinan and McCoy, really wanted to hear what happened up on Mars, when Gary confronted Khan and his people.

“Well,” Gary began to say, “You have to remember that when we left Khan and his crew up on Mars that first time, to start up the colony, we had no idea, nor did he, that there were parasites, very dangerous parasites up on that planet as well.”

“One of which I took out of Nadya (Chekov), at a later time.” McCoy said.

“Exactly,” Mitchell said. “Also, about this time, John Gill was still attempting to ruin the Space Program, long before we joined the Federation. And my, I guess you would call them my powers, were just starting to becoming too complicated for me to control.

Like you said Leonard, with the Enterprise in dry-dock, Nadya, and this was before the parasite infected her, joined the Reliant crew. Little did we know that our lives would forever change when we would come up against Khan, and feel his wrath for being left up there to die.

When we arrived at Mars, Terrell and his landing crew, including Nadya, went down first and didn’t come back. I mounted a rescue team and went down in another shuttle because, remember, at that time we didn’t have transporters. So, we all climbed in the shuttle and headed down to Mars.

--FLASH BACK


Mars:

The Reliant was in orbit of the Red Planet.

A shuttlecraft was dropping quickly through the atmosphere. The blowing sandstorm made it very difficult to see anything, as the shuttle descended downward. The pilot, Lt. Tom Paris, had trained for months in the desert sandstorms in the great African deserts east of the Sudan. But none of his training had prepared him for this much wind disturbance.

The passengers, including Captain Terrell and Lt. Chekov and two security officers, held on to their seats as best they could. Thankfully they were all strapped into their seats. But although it made them safe, it didn’t make the insides of their stomachs anymore calm.

The rattling noises of the confined passenger cabin contributed to the nervous feeling they all had. But their training at the United Space Agency facility in England had prepared them, somewhat, for this kind of constant shaking. But the major difference between training in England, and actually landing in a sandstorm on mars, was like comparing apples to oranges. It was THAT different.

Captain Terrell would go down in history as the first African-man to command a Constitution-class starship. The position had not been handed to him at all. He competed against some very greatest officers of the time including Kirk, Green, Garrett and even Gary Mitchell, his acting Co on this mission, and currently in command of the Reliant while Terrell was heading down to the planet.

The main reason Terrell was even going down to the planet was due to the D.A.T.A interface, which for this mission, establishing a status report on the condition of the first, and eventually destroyed Mars colony, was third in command behind Terrell and Mitchell. The Data interface also had a collateral duty of assigning landing parties. And due to Terrell’s past positions in engineering, and familiarity with the tech, the Data found it most logical that he go down to the planet, with Chekov. Terrell had worked on many of the old systems which were the backbone of the first colony. He could have assigned someone else, but Terrell also wanted to get off the ship and ‘do’ something which required more than just sitting in his command chair signing status reports.

Chekov, too, had much experience in the old tech, being that most of it was Russian origin. That was why she had been selected to accompany the Reliant on this mission to Mars.

Terrell knew that neither Chekov nor Mitchell really wanted to be on this, what would be, for them both, return mission to Mars. But no one chose their fate, or orders, as they all well knew. And just as in the previous century, a sailor, in this case an astronaut, went where they were told to go.

“Chekov,” Terrell said to her, his teeth chattering as he did, “I want to thank you. I know you’d rather out there with the Enterprise and discovering new worlds. It may seem they will get a lot of glory, but I promise you, this mission would prove remarkable as well.”

She smiled back at him. She gave the Reliant’s captain credit for trying to put a good spin on such a mundane mission. But she knew he was right. If they could make progress with putting a colony on Mars, perhaps, someday, it would inspire large cities on Mars, and with that, the lessening of overpopulation on Earth. She chuckled to her self. If she was lucky she might get a school named after her.

Suddenly the ship made a thud sound as it came to a rest on the landing platform of the smashed Mars colony. Terrell and Chekov, and the security team, put their environmental suits on and prepared to depart the shuttle.


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Star Trek; USS Enterprise
Star Trek; Sector/Mirror 001
Star Trek: Remnants
Star Trek: Samuel T Cogley
Cast call…

(some of these characters crossover with the various titles)

Its been a while since I posted one of these (way back on chapter 26 of “Enterprise”). But here goes…


Captain Kirk—Brad Pitt
Mister Spock—Zachary Quinto
Doctor McCoy—Gary Sinise
Scotty—Simon Pegg (recasted as Pegg recently..love the guy)
Gary Mitchell—Vince Vaughn
Nadya Chekov—Инна Гомес
Chris Pike—Bruce Greenwood
Sarek—Sean Connery
Amanda—Jane Seymour
Romulan Nor’vra—Lucy Lawless
Reg Barclay—Jim Parsons
Martin Castillo—(uncasted)
Attendant—Nana Visitor
Sloan—Robert Knepper
Guinan—Alica Keys
Samuel Cogley—James Spader
Steve McGarrett-Jack Lord
Trelane—Leonardo Dicaprio
Mathew 81—Denzle Washington
Odo—Rene Auberjonois
Orion slave girl—Scarlett Johansson
Harry Mudd—Samuel L Jackson
Khan—Naveen Andrews
Edith Keeler--Gwyneth Paltrow

Yes...a few of these characters have not even appeared yet, but will soon be showing up...so stay tuned...

 

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Very enjoyable. A different take on a lot of stuff. Too bad the whole sections can't be posted. It took me a while to realize there is more in those links. Keep posting!

 

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Very enjoyable. A different take on a lot of stuff. Too bad the whole sections can't be posted. It took me a while to realize there is more in those links. Keep posting!

Hey thanks..and yes I have decided to post the full sections both here and at adastra...so the linking can be optional.

I link there because I find the Adadstra reading atmosphere a bit better. The color scheme here on BBS makes me squint a lot and I hate that..so..thats why I did the linking.

Rob

 

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ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS
STAR TREK: USS ENTERPRISE

MARS AGAIN; PART TWO


(Author’s note; Gary Mitchell, McCoy and Guinan are obviously going over events that happened in pass chapters of this story that happened some time back. I am doing this to sort of bring those of you who may not have been around back the up-to-date, so that future events don’t seem so confusing. Consider this a ‘clip’ segment.)


“So,” McCoy said, “what happened next?”

“Yeah,” Guinan added, totally enthralled by the story Gary had told them about the time when his powers first over came him during his first showdown with Khan. “Tell us more,” she added, but then she stopped him, “oh, wait a moment. I forgot about the microwave popcorn I popped.”

Guinan stood up, and headed for her kitchen to get her bag of popcorn. McCoy took the break in Gary’s story to ask him a question.

“When you sent us here to the Delta-Quadrant,” McCoy began to say, “where exactly were you? You weren’t on the Enterprise, so where were you?”

“I had just left a mind-meld with Sarek and Ilya.” Mitchell told McCoy.

“Ah yes,” McCoy said, remembering the beautiful woman from India who had unfortunately been raised in a religious compound, and no doubt abused. “Wasn’t she inside of VGR by that point?”

“Yes,” Mitchell replied, “she was. So was Sarek.”

“That’s right,” McCoy recalled, “After he had stolen the shuttle, and went after VGR after it had pretty much destroyed the fleet that had been sent to destroy VGR.”

“Well, it goes deeper than that,” Mitchell said to McCoy. “Ever since Spock and I shared a brief encounter inside of Jim’s mind back on Vulcan, Jim has been carrying around a piece of me, or whatever I was, in his mind. He then passed it on to Sarek, and if Spock was indeed in a mind-meld with his mother, from clear across the galaxy, he has no doubt given her a piece of whatever that Remnant was to his mother.”

“And what exactly is a Remnant?” McCoy asked.

Guinan came back to the table and sat down before Mitchell could reply.

“Alright,” Guinan said, “tell us what happened next when you confronted Khan back on mars.”

Mitchell went back to telling his story to McCoy and Guinan.


FLASH BACK BEGINS (events that happened nearly two years earlier)

MARS;

Khan, while holding the large and strange creature in one hand, used his other hand, with Tweezers at his disposal, to again remove one of the young tiny creatures from the very scary looking, large mother-creature that was indigenous to Mars. It resembled a large scorpion, but far more intimidating.

Khan positioned the tweezers over Chekov’s head and then let the tiny creature drop down into her ear. She screamed in agony as the creature devoured its way deeper into her ear, the blood from her ear squirting out. And as she screamed in pain she saw the door to the warehouse fly open. It was Gary Mitchell!

The last thing she remembered was the look of pure evil on his face, and the appearance of his eyes; they were pure white. She lost consciousness.

Khan recognized Mitchell right away.

“Ah,” Khan said with smile, “the great American hero has come to rescue the damsel in distress, who hails from Russia. This is a very poignant moment in Earth history.”

“You could say something like that,” Gary said in a cold tone.

“Get him,” Khan said to his men.

Ten of Khan’s men rushed Gary Mitchell. But with just a slight movement, Gary waved his right hand and instantly the heads of the men rushing him just seemed to fall off the necks that supported them. While the heads thumped to the ground, the headless bodies collapsed to the ground, the blood from the stump of their necks squirting as they fell to the ground, creating a sea of blood.

The strange creatures inside the heads all squirmed out of the ears of the now decapitated heads, and scurried about, unorganized.

“Impressive,” Khan said with adulation in his voice. “You would make a great soldier in my efforts.” Khan pointed his hand at Gary Mitchell in a quick movement and the creatures, all in unison, turned and scurried towards Gary Mitchell. Mitchell, his eyes still white, smiled at the attempt.

“It won’t work, old friend,” Mitchell said.

Gary snapped his fingers and the creatures all became tiny flames and ceased to exist.

“And now,” Gary said with a sinister smile, “it’s your turn, Khan”

At that instant Sgt. Rounds activated the shuttle’s phaser turret and it fired into the warehouse, catching Gary Mitchell off guard, and causing a giant explosion. And, in a fraction of a second, sensing mortal danger, Gary created a shield of pure energy. In that moment the shield not only shielded Gary, but it also shielded Khan, Terrell, who was still on the ground near Khan, and Chekov. The explosion continued, and soon the entire warehouse was consumed in a giant explosion; seemingly killing all inside.

--

An hour later search teams from the Reliant arrived to help search for any survivors. Sergeant Rounds was satisfied when all the original colony members were found dead among the debris, just as Gill had ordered. He assured Gill that Khan must have been incinerated in the blast.

Meanwhile, Commander Gary Mitchell and Lt. Nadya Chekov had miraculously survived the blast, somehow being thrown from the building, and were transferred up to the ship for medical treatment. Captain Terrell was also found, barely alive, and he too was transferred up to the ship for medical assistance.

“It was nothing shorter than a miracle,” Corporal Donovan said to Rounds, “that Commander Mitchell, Captain Terrell and Lt. Chekov were able to keep their oxygen masks on, or they would have suffocated before we could have found them. I tried to stop the shuttle from firing, but I couldn’t.”

“It was a tragic malfunction,” Rounds agreed, knowing full well what had really happened. “There must have been a stray line of command in the weapons platform. You’re lucky it didn’t blow the shuttle and you up.”

Soon, the last of the four shuttles left the colony, smashed as it was, and headed back to the Reliant. There were many questions that only a debriefing of Captain Terrell, Commander Gary Mitchell and Lt. Chekov would answer. And as the lights of the shuttles went upward and disappeared into the swirling sandstorm, a lone figure stood outside the smashed compound, wearing an oxygen mask as well as dark colored Turban.

--

Three hours later aboard the Reliant:

Gary Mitchell watched from his med bed as the doctors worked on Chekov in the emergency room. Captain Terrell had, unfortunately, died from his wounds, effectively placing Gary in command of the Reliant.

Gary thought back on what had happened. In the brief moment the shuttle had fired on the warehouse, Gary’s unique power shielded him, Terrell and Chekov from the blast. Gary also had distant memories of placing oxygen masks on the three of them so as to cover the tracks of how they had really been saved: Via his powers.

He also knew, full well, that one of those creatures had been placed inside of Chekov’s ear. He did not tell the medical team this fact, afraid of what would happen if Starfleet Command found out that she had been compromised. It had become abundantly clear to Gary that more was going on than anyone knew.

END FLASH BACK

“And that is when I knew,” Mitchell told McCoy, and Guinan, who was eating her popcorn nearly in a trance like state listening to the story, “I was no longer my self.”

“Wow,” Guinan said. “Do you think you still have your powers, but that Trelane turned them off somehow?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t care.” Mitchell told her. “I don’t want them back. Do you know of that old adage about power corrupting absolutely? It does; I know. And I don’t want to go back there.”

The door to the Emprenda’s mess-deck opened up, and Chief Miles O’brien, who was acting chief of engineering with Commander Scotty currently MIA, came in and walked over to where Gary Mitchell, Dr. McCoy and Guinan were sitting.

“Sorry to disturb you,” O’brien said, with his Irish accent coming through. “But the sub-space transmitter is starting to detect precursors from a communication. I think Starfleet is trying to contact us again.”

“Well,” Mitchell said, “maybe, at last, we’ll catch a break.”

And with that, Mitchell and McCoy headed out of the mess-deck with O’brien. Guinan went on eating her popcorn, trying to visualize Mitchell’s story in her mind.

But she also wondered if McCoy had truly removed the creature from Chekov’s mind. Guinan and Chekov were both involved in a lesbian relationship with each other, and it was full of nightly passion, since they were lovers and roommates. But the thought that at any moment Chekov could revert to how she was, and instantly kill Guinan, did not sit well with her at all.

--continued…

 

[RobertScorpio]

Robert Scorpio presents

Captain who?
Guest starring
Secretary of Defense Christopher Pike
Vulcan Ambassador Sarek
and
Jack Lord as Steve McGarrett



Secretary of Defense Christopher Pike strolled through the science department at the Star Fleet compound in San Francisco bay. Walking along side him was Dr. Richard Daystrom. The two men, though not always on the same side on various topics, were still close friends. The fact that one sipped on tea, Daystrom, and the other drank coffee, Pike, was proof enough that the two men were separated by the cosmic fence of change. And, as said earlier, they still remained the best of friends.

“Still no sign of Kirk?” Daystrom asked.

“No,” Pike answered. “But according to SESIT (Starfleet Earth Security Investigation Team) there evidence is pointing to some sort of dimensional travel.”

“Dimensional travel, here on Earth,” Daystrom said, “I find that hard to believe.”

“It may not be as far-fetched as you think,” Pike said, “This Earth man, Mathew-81, who is employed by some unknown alien government travels in ways we can not explain, not to mention the things Gary Mitchell or Trelane, or heck, even Kirk’s son have done.”

“What about the Enterprise?” Daystrom asked. “Any hopes of bringing them back?”

“Well,” Pike said as he sipped his coffee, “the Enterprise was destroyed sometime back. At last reports, the crew had just come into possession of some sort of space sailing ship. I’m down here at the science lab because Barclay and Castillo just called up and said that the battery of the communication had charged sufficiently enough to try and make contact with Spock, and the crew of the Enterprise.”

“Spock,” Daystrom said with an air of wonder, “who would think, two years ago, that a device no bigger than your common toaster, would have its matrix fused with an alien, and eventually, end up commanding a starship?”

“What was that line from that old movie,” Pike said, “life is like a box of doughnuts, you never really know what you’re going to get.”

“Actually, it was a box of chocolates,” Daystrom corrected Pike, “but I guess doughnuts could work too.”

“That’s right,” Pike admitted.

“Oh, I have something for you,” Daystrom said as he reached into his pocket, “G.Q. magazine is still one of the last publications that still publishes a monthly periodical made from,” Daystrom showed him the magazine, “paper. Have you seen the cover?”

“No,” Pike said as he took the magazine from Daystrom.

Pike righted the cover and then chuckled. The magazine cover showed Ruk and Samuel T. Cogley, both wearing Armani suits, with cigars sticking out of their mouths. Ruk had been granted full rights, and Cogley had represented him. Cogley’s closing argument, which was very controversial at the time, had sealed the decision. Both Pike and Daystrom had been in the court room, on opposing sides. Pike supported Ruk’s cause for freedom, while Daystrom saw Ruk as nothing more than technology.

The two men came to the door that led into Barclay’s cluttered office.

“Well,” Daystrom said, “I think I’ll take my leave from you now. Good luck on your communication with Spock and the Enterprise crew.”

Pike was looking forward to the conversation with Spock as well. Because according to Steve McGarrett, the head of SESIT, Spock had been on Earth as recently as two days ago and that defied all logical explanation.

When ever Pike visited Barclay’s office, he had to prepare for what he would find. The floor was always littered with Twinkies and Ding-Dong wrappers. Both men, Reginald Barclay and Martin Castillo, were among the most intelligent men ever to live. But their quarks were almost too much.

Upon entering the science lab, Pike found Sarek nibbling on a Ding-Dong, and perhaps for the first time since he had known Sarek, even upon finding out that his wife Amanda was still alive after being attacked by the Sarek android, Sarek actually looked impressed.

“These Ding-Dongs,” Sarek said to Pike as he entered, “are quite satisfying.”

“I know you’d like it better than a Twinkie,” Barclay said to the dismay of Castillo.

Pike was about to engage the debate at hand, but remembered the purpose he had come.

“Are we ready to make contact with them?” Pike asked.

“Yes sir,” Barclay replied, instantly getting down to business. “The new battery pack should allow you to talk with them for about ten minutes.”

Sarek looked to Pike.

“What if Spock isn’t there?” Sarek asked, well aware of the accusation by McGarrett that Spock had been back on Earth recently.

Suddenly the screen came to life, and then the faces of Dr. McCoy, Nadya Chekov and, most surprising, Gary Mitchell came into view.

“This is an unexpected surprise,” Pike said to them. “Where is Commander Spock?”

“We don’t know,” McCoy replied. “And I know this will come as a shock, but Gary Mitchell is the acting Captain of the Emprenda.”

“The what?” Pike asked.

The next five minutes were spent, by Mitchell, catching Pike and Sarek up with the turn of events. How Spock had beamed over to a small, scout class vessel, seemingly commanded by Kirk, and vanished. Mitchell also explained how Scotty had become captured by the Borg, and was presumed to be dead. Gary then looked at Sarek, across the vastness of space, and smiled.

“Good to see you again, Ambassador Sarek,” Mitchell said.

The last time Gary Mitchell and Sarek had crossed paths was when they had shared a mind-meld with the Ilya entity, just before VGR exploded, and destroyed Romulas in the process. (Savvy reader, I hope you remember those events from the past.)

“Well,” Pike finally said, “I’m not so sure I am happy with you at the helm.” Pike said, being honest with Mitchell.

“I know sir,” Mitchell said, “and if you wish, I will relinquish command.”

“No way,” Chekov said, “don’t make him resign,” Chekov pleaded.

“What about you Leonard,” Pike said to McCoy, “are you okay with this?”

“Actually,” McCoy said with a smile, “it was my idea. Jim, Spock, Scotty and Chakotay were not available, for whatever reasons, and Pike .. (make sure to follow this link for the conclusion of this episode >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> LINK)

 

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This is just really entertaining. Thanks for your efforts.

 

[RobertScorpio]

This is just really entertaining. Thanks for your efforts.

Hey, thanks ADM Gold. Sometimes I wonder if anyone has been reading this story as long as I have been writing it. For me, both this USS ENTERPRISE, and SECTOR 001 (a spinof of Enterprise), are like soap operas. And since the days I watched General Hospital (to watch Robert Scorpio be a super agent) are long over, these two stories just give me a chance to just keep writing and writing them..like the Energizer bunny..

My wife read the last issue and asked if it will ever end. Never.. USS ENTERPRISE just passed the 100th chapter..my goal is 1000...so..we'll see!!!

Anyway, back to writing!!!

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

Robert Scorpio presents

Eye of the Storm

The Emprenda crew, after the being told of the pep talk from Secretary of Defense Christopher Pike, was full of hope. The next communication from Starfleet would be, hopefully, only days ahead instead of weeks, and the ability for the crew to send messages to their loved ones back on Earth would be possible.

Things had actually slowed down, as the Emprenda made its way through the area of space it was in. Captain Mitchell had become respected again. The crew didn’t seem to care any more that he was the one who had abandoned them in the Delta-Quadrant in the first place. All of that didn’t seem to matter, as the crew realized, or at least hoped, he was normal again.

The map that the Talaxians had given Mitchell was proving helpful as it helped the Emprenda went further and further away from where they had arrived in the Delta-Quadrant. They were approaching a very risky area of space where legend had it that several wormholes seemed to appear at irregular intervals. They were unstable, and entering one could either tear the Emprenda apart, or send it to some unknown area of the galaxy, of even the universe.

As Gary Mitchell sat alone in the galley, he stared out the observation window at the stars and depths of space. Guinan was in the kitchen preparing the morning breakfast for the crew. Suddenly he was no longer alone; Trelane appeared in the seat next to him.

“Long time no see,” Trelane said to him.

“Why did you take my powers?” Mitchell asked. “Did you at least take David Marcus to a safer place?”

“Actually, he is with his father again.” Trelane replied. (An event that will be more explained in detail on October 20’s return issue of Star Trek: Sector 001.)

“If you came here to give my powers backs,” Mitchell said, “I don’t want them.”

“Even if it meant you could snap your fingers,” Trelane coaxed, “and instantly send you and your friends home?”

“Don’t tempt me with that,” Gary said. “It isn’t fair.”

“No,” Trelane said, “it wouldn’t be. But, as fate would have it, I have not returned to give you your powers back, or send you home.”

“Then, pray tell,” Mitchell said, “why are you here? To rub it in?”

“No,” Trelane said. “I am here because I have been sent to warn you,” Treland added. “You’re about to go through a string of events that will test the edge of your humanity. The Continuum will be watching you as you face these obstacles, because, in no small way, the order of the galaxy will be tested, and the crew of the Enterprise will be at the center of it all, as was fated when you sent them here.”

“That was a mistake,” Mitchell insisted, “and the Q know it. I didn’t have full control of my powers, and I used them to save the Enterprise, remember?”

“Yes,” Trelane agreed, “that is true. But, it doesn’t matter. Humans were going to have to deal with the Borg eventually, all you did was move the encounter up.”

“They won’t attack Earth,” Mitchell reminded Trelane, “for whatever reason.”

“They won’t attack Earth,” Trelane went on to say, “because of what awaits them on Neptune, where as you know, your very own existence, Gary Mitchell, springs from as well. But has it ever occurred to you as to how the Romulans knew to look for you there in the first place?” Trelane asked. (Referring to events that happened in chapter #37).

“No,” Mitchell replied. “I assumed they searched other similar worlds.”

“Well, trust me, they were in possession of more than assumptions.” Trelane said. “I can’t go into anymore detail, but suffice to say, they were looking at Neptune because they were already in possession of knowledge that the Remnants could be found there.”

“Where did they get this information?” Mitchell asked. (to find out, please follow this link >>>>>>>>>>>>>> engage)

 

[RobertScorpio]

Robert Scorpio presents

Relics



Scotty was alive; he was alive and it was because Sulu was still alive too. It all happened so fast; Scotty being spared the pain of being assimilated. He was in the midst of fleeing from the Borg ship, along with McCoy and the others, when from out of no where a Borg drone grabbed Scotty from behind. The Enterprise’s engineer could only watch in terror as the drone, with its superior strength, held Scotty still, in a choke hold, as it maneuvered its cyborg arm in a position above Scotty’s neck. A cluster of needles, and other sharp objects, including a saw like contraption that was aiming for Scotty’s right hand, snapped out of the opening of the Borg’s arm implant, and were about to do their dirty deeds when all of a sudden the drone stiffened up, and fell to the ground, dead. Standing in its place was a drone Scotty recognized immediately; Sulu!

The Sulu drone motioned for Scotty to not say anything, and to follow where Sulu went. The former Enterprise helmsman made his way through a complicate labyrinth of corridors. Finally they came to an out of the way alcove. That is when Sulu spoke for the first time.

“Its good to see you,” Sulu said.

Scotty and Sulu had become close friends ever since their famous duel of swords. Scotty thought back to that first duel of swords.

--begin flash back

Something special was happening inside the United Space Service training center, located in the heart of England, near the town of Perranporth. At first it was just a casual fencing duel between two of the Enterprise's new crew members, but it had become so much more.

Scotty had been raised by his grandfather. And, as it would happen to be, Scotty’s family line could trace themselves, according to Scotty, all the back to the legendary Knights of the Roundtable. Though Scotty was from Scotland, and for hundreds of years the English had been their dreaded enemy, apparently one of his ancestors was also been English. Thus, the Scotts took their fencing VERY seriously.

But so did Hikaru Sulu. He was born from a proud family as well. His father descended from one of the finer Japanese Dynasties, and his mother was one of the most elegant beautiful Filipino women to come from that great country. The Katana Sulu was using had been passed down through his family line for nearly seven-hundred years.

The match had started innocently enough, but it was quite clear that both of them were taking it rather serious. A small crowd watched them go at it in the main Gym in the training center. But with the clashing styles on display, Mack Wilson, the head trainer stopped all the other events and made everyone one watch the titanic struggle. And soon a crowd of nearly two hundred was watching the two go at it.

Sulu had the obvious physical advantage, his light and agile body giving him a plus there. But Scotty had guile. And when Sulu tried to take control of the floor, Scotty would take a three or four steps and regain, or at least, put the floor advantage back to neutral.

Suddenly the crowd roared as, at last, one of the two duelers had won. And, surprisingly enough, it was Montgomery Scott. The crowd applauded as Scotty helped his Japanese opponent up off the hard surface of the floor.

Sulu shook his head. “I’ve never seen that step, it allowed you to get in and cut the angle off.”

Scotty nodded his head. “I’ve never used it until now. My grandfather taught me it when I was nine years old.”

“Well,” Sulu said as the crowd began to disperse, “I will remember that move the next time we do this.”

“The next time?” Scotty replied with a chuckle.

Sulu shot him a look of mock anger. “We have to do this again; our fans will demand nothing less.”

Kirk and Mitchell walked up to the two of them.

Kirk admired the Katana that Sulu had put back into a sheath on the side of his leg.

“Can I see that?” Kirk asked.

Sulu handed Kirk the 700 year old Katana.

“This is a very fine Katana,” Kirk said. “I have one, from the time of Kamakura. But your Katana is some what older.”

Gary shook his head. “This is the last thing I need to listen to. Two men comparing the size and beauty of their,” Gary paused for effect, “swords.”

And with that Gary headed away from the others, and towards a group of women, including Nyota and Nadya, who were preparing to play some volleyball.

Kirk, Scotty and Sulu conversed about fencing awhile longer, and then they headed out of the Gym to get some food to eat.

End flash back—

Sulu, who looked very strange ...(Click HERE to continue with story)

 

[RobertScorpio]

Robert Scorpio presents

The Sulu Contrivance

(Two Weeks ago. Scotty had just been saved from assimilation by Sulu, and taken to a secret alcove Sulu had built aboard the massive Borg cube)

There were over fifty-thousand Borg life-forms aboard the massive cube shaped vessel, and one of those life forms drone life forms was Sulu. Months ago the Enterprise had nearly just arrived in the Delta Quadrant when Sulu had been assimilated. The Enterprise came across an uncharted M-class planet, and Captain Kirk had authorized shore leave for the crew.

Hikaru Sulu, along with two other crew members, had gone down on the forth day of liberty call. A ridge of medium sized hills and mountains had been found near by one of the lakes the crew was enjoying themselves at. Sulu, and his two friends, Ensign Sonya Gomez, of engineering and Lt. Harris Miller, were avid rock climbers. And the small cliffs that ringed the small out grown of hills provided the perfect climbing venue.

Sonya Gomez came from Argentina, originally. She had been one of Scotty’s first picks when he began to assemble his engineering crew. Scotty had known her older brother and was quite taken with her abilities. Sulu watched, from lower down the climbing rope, as Sonya reached the top and climbed up and out of view.

Harris Miller, who was second to the top of the line, was an Africa-American male from Chicago. He was the ship’s leading botanist, and currently involved in an intimate relationship with Sulu.

But after climbing one of the hills, there was a slight cave in, and Harris and Gomez fell down into a cave. Only slightly injured, Harris and Gomez were not alone; there was a Borg drone in the cave as well. It seemed to have been there for over a hundred years, (as was confirmed by Security Chief Gil Grissom later in the story). Moments later the drone, unknown to Sulu, who was still atop the cave in on the hill, had assimilated both Gomez and Miller. The drone came out of the cave in, and attempted to assimilate Sulu. Unable to assimilate Sulu, the Borg pushed Sulu off the cliff, where he crashed to the ground below and was later pronounced dead by Doctor McCoy.

McCoy, with the help of Spock, was able to conclude that small micro biotic nannites were infesting the cave that Gomez and Miller had fallen into, and were also found on Sulu’s body. Fearing the presence of the mysterious Borg, Kirk ordered the shore leave cancelled, and after a brief service for Sulu, the Enterprise left the planet, unsure of Gomez and Miller and their locations, and saddened about the death of Sulu.

After the Enterprise had left, the Borg drone, and its two new victims, Gomez and Miller, dug up Sulu’s body. Though the young oriental man was dead by human standards, he was still alive by Borg standards. But as it turned out, the Borg didn’t assimilate the living, they assimilated the dead. Sulu was seemingly killed again when the Borg drone injected the nannites into Sulu again, this time completing the task the drone had been unable to finish before.

--
“Alright,” Scotty said, as he listened to Sulu recount what had happened. “But then, after the Enterprise crashed on that other world, we saw you again when the Borg cube crashed there as well. McCoy and Spock said they were staring right down at you, as the shuttle they were in lifted away.”

“Yes,” Sulu replied, his once handsome face now somewhat hidden behind the Borg face gear, “I saw them too. I was still coming to terms with the crash, and the fact that somehow, someway, I was able to maintain my individuality while part of the Collective.”

“What is the Collective?” Scott asked.

“Every Borg on this cube, and others like it through out this side of the galaxy, are all part of a massive collective. They have been evolving this way for eons.” Sulu said. “If you think about it, it’s the most efficient way to pass knowledge on.”

“So,” Scotty said, “ye mean to me that the Borg on this cube, as well as the otha’s through-out the galaxy, can read each otha’s thoughts?”

“Not thoughts,” Sulu corrected Scotty, “the data that comes from the mind after the Borg hardware,” Sulu said pointing at the strange device which was part of his head, “processes it.”

“Then if that be the case,” Scotty said, “how is it you can have this conversation with me and they don’t seem to know?”

Sulu thought for a moment.

“I don’t know,” Sulu said. “I knew the Borg were coming for you and McCoy, and the others, because that data had been made part of the Collective. I came as fast as I could.”

“You saved my life,” Scotty said. “If you hadn’t arrived when you did, the other drone, the one you killed, would have done to me what they did to you.”

“The Borg know of that drone’s destruction,” Sulu said. “They do not ... ( to continued this story, please follow this link >>>>>>>>> engage)

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; USS Enterprise
Star Trek; Sector/Mirror 001
Star Trek: Remnants
Star Trek: Samuel T Cogley
Cast call…

(some of these characters crossover with the various titles)


Captain Kirk—Brad Pitt
Mister Spock—Zachary Quinto
Doctor McCoy—Gary Sinise
Scotty—Simon Pegg (recasted as Pegg recently..love the guy)
Gary Mitchell—Vince Vaughn
Nadya Chekov—Инна Гомес

Chris Pike—Bruce Greenwood
Sarek—Sean Connery
Amanda—Jane Seymour
Romulan Nor’vra—Lucy Lawless
Reg Barclay—Jim Parsons
Martin Castillo—Freddie Prince Jr
Attendant—Nana Visitor
Sloan—Robert Knepper
Guinan—Alica Keys

Samuel Cogley—James Spader
Steve McGarrett-Jack Lord
Trelane—Leonardo Dicaprio
Mathew 81—Denzle Washington
Odo—Rene Auberjonois
Orion slave girl—Scarlett Johansson

Harry Mudd—Samuel L Jackson
Khan—Naveen Andrews
Edith Keeler--Gwyneth Paltrow
RUK the Android—Clancy Brown
Richard Daystrom—Morgan Freeman
Andorian Scientist—Jeff Goldblum
Enterprise Security Chief Grissom—William Peterson

 

[RobertScorpio]

Robert Scorpio presents

Climax


Plasma storms were dangerous; pure and simple. The Enterprise had been built to encounter the mighty storms. The Emprenda built for them too; hopefully. On a normal ship, if the shields fluctuated due to interaction with the plasma fields, the crew and passengers still had the hull of the vessel for added protection. Not so for the Emprenda. Since the steering of the ship was done on an open deck, much like the ancient galleons that dominated Earth’s oceans centuries in the past, if the shields fluctuated even just a little, it could cost the entire deck crew their lives.

“Why not just try and ride it out?” Dr. McCoy had asked Captain Gary Mitchell.

“Leonard,” Mitchell said as the two stood high above the deck in the conning tower, over-seeing the crew below, “riding it out could cost us the entire ship.”

“Umm,” McCoy added, “last I checked, space is three dimensional. Why not just go under it, or over it?”

“We under estimated the size of this storm,” Lt Commander. Nigel Garrison said, who was actually barking out the orders to the crew below, and who had recently be promoted to first officer. He had come from the astrophysics department to the command crew, “and since our batteries have not been fully recharged, and still slightly damaged by the Kazon attack, we can’t go around it, or retreat,” Nigel said with his heavy British accent, “we MUST go forward.”

McCoy arched an eye brow. The young Lt. was definitely full of vigor. Garrison had been promoted mainly due to knowledge of space phenomena, and his knowledge of sailing vessels.

Not only was he British, he was also very conceited. After talking with him for one-half hour, McCoy was sure Earth would have been far better off had the United States, McCoy’s United States, had lost the Revolutionary War. After have listening to Garrison make his points earlier in the morning in the galley, with a very enthusiastic throng of fellow diners to boot, McCoy was ready to give up grits for eggs and mushrooms. Luckily, McCoy thought to himself, he thought better of it.

“You bumbling fools!!” Garrison barked with full volume at the two men who were retracting one of the tension lines, “I said two steps to starboard gully, not to the aft. Get your bearings men, or we will all certainly all die!!”

McCoy looked back at Mitchell, who was grinning at the sound of Garrison’s command. Garrison’s gusto was certainly entertaining, and inspirational, McCoy had to admit. But McCoy would later comment to Captain Mitchell that Garrison’s gusto would have to be tempered with a better handling of the crew.

--
Three hours later the ship came through the other side of the storm, no worse for wear. The shields had held, but the anti-gravity had, at times, buckled, causing a mess of lines to spaghetti about the deck, as well as several bruised arms, legs, and several sprained ankles. But all in all, the Emprenda had come through. And, McCoy had to admit to himself, it had been a most exciting event. The one good thing about it all, McCoy thought to himself as he headed down to the sickbay to see to the wounded, he, McCoy, was not part of the clean-up crew.

--
Four hours later, Gary Mitchell was in his bed, making passionate ...(please follow this link to continue the story...rated NC-17, so you are warned!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Due to upcoming story events, STAR TREK: USS ENTERPRISE and STAR TREK: SECTOR-001 are, as of now, being merged back into one story title; STAR TREK: 21st Century.

STAR TREK: Cogley's Law, which also takes place in the same expanded universe as Enterprise/Sector-001 will retain its seperate title.

ROB SCORPIO

 

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Bring it on!