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Stealthy Winds - A Tale of the USS Aurora

BrotherBenny

Rear Admiral
Rear Admiral
This is the retooling of the Aurora story glimpsed in "Search for Life"

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This story begins on March 9, 2381, less than a month after the Caeliar ended the Borg threat, and ends on May 12, 2381, when President Bacco announces the formation of the Typhon Pact to Federation citizens.

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Prologue

USS Fortuna
Beta Renner System
Stardate 58184.5 (March 9, 2381)

The disruptor bolts pounded the Ambassador-class starship again and again and the ship shuddered with each impact. Captain Tyrell Walker was trapped in his chair by the restraints, as was most of his command crew, but he knew for certain that unless they were able to score some hits against the Tholian battle cruiser the Selay would certainly perish, and that would not do for one of the races who had been members of the Federation for almost fifteen years now. They had escaped the wrath of the Borg because they were so far distant from the core worlds and now the Tholians were seemingly trying to do what the Borg had failed to.

Hundreds of Selay young had been killed when the Tholians destroyed their northern coastal hatching grounds and the Selay government had naturally been apoplectic and called for Starfleet assistance. The Fortuna had been orbiting Antica at the time dropping a few industrial replicators to help them recover from a little seismic activity on their volcanically active world and it took only a matter of minutes to reach Selay and engage the Tholians. However, the single Tholian battle cruiser outgunned the Fortuna in almost every way. It was one of their new Topaz-class cruisers, the largest yet built by the Tholian Assembly and for one seeming purpose, the annexation of Federation territory.

‘Return fire, all phasers,’ he yelled.

‘Captain, I found it!’ his tactical officer called out as the phasers hit the Tholian battle cruiser to no apparent effect.

‘What have you got, Mona?’ he asked the Andorian.

‘A directed spiral wave sonic pulse will make the Tholian cruiser shake itself apart.’

‘I’d rather not kill them if it can be helped,’ Walker replied. ‘Aim the pulse at the weapons first and see if it makes a dent in their shielding.’

‘Aye sir,’ she replied as she sent another phaser volley out. ‘Engineering is making the modifications to the deflector dish now.’

‘How many torpedoes do we have?’

‘Thirty seven, sir,’ zh’Nemik said.

‘Fire a volley; see if we can weaken their shields at all.’

‘Charging the deflector now,’ zh’Nemik said. ‘Torpedoes away.’

Walker watched as the battle cruiser attempted to evade the torpedoes to no effect. Each one impacted the shields and drained them a little. ‘Status of their shields.’

‘Their shields are down to fifty percent,’ the operations officer, Lieutenant Fej, added.

‘Deflector charged and ready.’

‘Fire!’

The effect was almost instantaneous. The invisible spiral wave pulse impacted the Tholian cruiser and the shields vanished as if they were never there. The silicon-based vessel began to visibly shake and the weapons pods slung under the primary hull suddenly exploded. Secondary explosions split the ship in two before a bright white glow of energy vaporized the Tholian vessel.

‘Must be a design flaw,’ zh’Nemik muttered unapologetically.

‘Contact the Selay and let them know the Tholians are gone. Ask them if they need any assistance and then contact Starbase 14 and inform them of the situation.’

‘Aye sir,’ the tactical officer replied and sent messages to both parties.

‘Helm, set a course for Starbase 14 and prepare to leave on my signal.’

‘Aye sir,’ Lieutenant Bernstein said and entered the relevant coordinates.

‘Ops, I want a list of damaged systems and injuries right now.’

‘We lost three people when the Tholians made a hole in our shields and blasted through the hull, seventeen others injured; four serious. The doctor is working on them now,’ the Ktarian operations officer replied. ‘Portside forward phaser array is damaged, and the shields are down to sixty-five percent.’

‘The Selay report that they need no further assistance from us,’ Commander Dennes stated from beside the tactical console. ‘They are filing a grievance with Starfleet Command for us neglecting our duty to them in favor of the Anticans.’

‘Old grudges die hard,’ Walker muttered.

Starbase 14 acknowledges our report and will forward up the chain of command,’ zh’Nemik said.

‘Helm, impulse till we clear the system and then go to warp six.’

‘Engineering recommends we do not exceed warp four,’ Bernstein answered. ‘We should be there tomorrow afternoon.’

‘Get engineering working on those engines then,’ Walker released the restraints. ‘I’ll be in my ready room.’

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Starbase 14
Beta Renner Sector Command
Stardate 58184.6 (March 9, 2381)


Admiral Miranda Bentos stared out of the window in her office toward the distant Hetonas Cluster, just about visible during this time of the day. It was a dense collection of stars and about as well explored as any area outside of the Beta Renner sector, which is to say not at all. The nearest Federation outpost was Farpoint Station, which itself was over 35 light years away in a rimward direction. Coreward, the nearest Federation starbase was orbiting Bynaus, over a hundred light years distant. She was all alone in the night with a complement of one ageing Ambassador-class starship, four runabouts and a staff of 20 officers with 130 enlisted personnel and a similar number of civilians from the various inhabited planets in the sector.

She saw the energy burst of a starship coming out of warp and wondered if it was the Michelangelo or the Aurora. The Michelangelo should have finished assisting the Ligonians by now, and the Aurora was overdue by only a few hours to drop off supplies. The Fortuna was limping back from Selay after running into a Tholian cruiser, and she had already spoken to Command about it, though they seemed to have their hands full with a number of other things.
She touched a panel on her desk. ‘Commander, is that the Michelangelo?’

Yes ma’am; and they have good news. The Aurora reports that they will arrive within the hour,’ Lieutenant Commander Sarah Quentin replied.

‘Have the Michelangelo’s captain sent straight to my office,’ Bentos told her executive officer.

Yes ma’am, Quentin out.’

A few minutes later, Captain Donald Kaplan entered her office. She noticed the bags under his eyes and the stubble on his chin but elected to say nothing of it. Helping the Ligonians rebuild their capital city after it had been nearly demolished by an earthquake that should not have happened was no easy task and the crew of the Saber-class ship had been hard at it for almost a month.

‘First tell me what happened,’ Bentos asked him after had taken a seat.

‘I have no clue and neither does anyone else on my crew,’ Kaplan replied. ‘The city is thousands of kilometers from any of the major fault lines but the epicenter was directly in the center of the city. That is no coincidence. Our conclusion is a seismic weapon of some kind.’

‘Does anyone have that technology?’ she asked, knowing the likely answer.

‘Only one I can think of, Admiral. The Tholians.’

Bentos nodded and made a mental note to forward that piece of speculation to Command in her next communication with them. ‘What’s the good news you have?’

Kaplan sat up and a sparkle appeared in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. ‘In return for our assistance, the Ligonians have agreed to allow a Federation colony to be placed on the southern continental land mass.’

‘How many people?’

‘Two billion,’ Kaplan answered and Bentos believed she had just developed a hearing problem.

‘Did you say Two billion? As in, two thousand million?’

‘Yes ma’am, but it gets better.’

‘How?’

‘Another billion can be introduced over the next century.’

‘You have that in writing?’

Kaplan pulled a padd from inside his uniform jacket and handed it over. ‘It may look like they’re being generous, but there is a slight catch.’

‘There’s nothing in the treaty you had drawn up,’ she said as she glanced at the padd.

Kaplan smiled. ‘The southern continent is haunted and every Ligonian who has attempted to explore the region has vanished without a trace and never been seen since.’

Bentos couldn’t help laughing and Kaplan joined her. ‘Two billion and a few ghosts?’

‘Yes ma’am.’

‘Thank you, Captain. I think you deserve some shore leave after all your hard work. I’ll have the Aurora make a preliminary report for Command on the suitability of the area and then suggest to Command that they start the relocation proceedings.’

‘The Aurora? Is that still Denisar’s ship?’

Bentos nodded. ‘You know him?’

‘He was instrumental in saving the Antares system from falling to the Borg. We went to the Academy together.’

‘I see,’ she replied and marveled that even the armpit of space, there were officers who knew each other. ‘Well, I’ll give you two some time to catch up. You can give him the rundown on the situation on Ligon Two.’

‘It’ll be my pleasure, Admiral.’

‘Dismissed, Captain.’
 
Chapter One

Joe’s Bar & Grill
Starbase 14
Stardate 58184.8 (March 9, 2381)


Wearing civilian clothes, one would never have thought that the Bolian sitting in a booth close to the bar and sipping a bright orange drink was a Starfleet officer, but that was for a reason. There wasn’t a single uniform in sight and that was the way the owner liked it. Joe operated his establishment at Starbase 14 on the strict policy that Starfleet personnel were allowed inside as long as they wore civilian clothing so as not to bother his civilian clientele. His other policy, enforced with an old fashioned pump action shotgun, was that no criminal activity occur on the premises nor that Starfleet officers or other law enforcement agencies enter to make an arrest. Joe’s Bar & Grill was the most popular restaurant on the starbase and the food was the best in the sector.

Donald Kaplan entered the restaurant and was directed to the booth by one of the wait staff. A scotch on the rocks was silently delivered and the two Starfleet captains were left alone to discuss their business. Kaplan took a sip of the scotch and winced as it went down, much to Denisar’s delight. Kaplan took a moment to look at the décor in the place and realized that everything was old, and certainly not replicated. It heightened his appreciation and made him thankful that Denisar had suggested it.

‘What you’re drinking is a 25 year old Trill scotch aged in ghurri barrels from the lowlands near the Caves of Makala where the Guardians watch the symbionts,’ Denisar told him.

‘Smooth,’ Kaplan replied hoarsely and took another sip. ‘This stuff is strong.’

‘Nothing replicated here. I took the liberty of ordering for you.’

‘You know what I like, always did.’

Denisar smiled. ‘We’ve each other what, six times since we graduated?’

‘Something like that, not as often as I’d like, but I hear that you’ll be sticking around for a while?’

‘Admiral Bentos has given me a brief summary of what happen on Ligon Two but she said that you could give me the full rundown.’

Kaplan nodded. ‘It came as a bit of a shock to me, that’s for sure, but they’re serious.’

‘Two billion people will ease much of the burden on the member worlds caring for the refugees.’

Kaplan agreed. ‘Somewhat. The Risians want their own planet but several thousand refugees from various worlds have thus far expressed a wish for a simpler colonial life away from the core worlds and the inevitable strife. This will provide an ideal solution.’

‘The admiral mentioned a catch to the grand plan, but neglected to mention what it was.’

Kaplan grinned. ‘The southern continent, where you’ll be setting up the infrastructure, is haunted according to Ligonian legend. It’s the reason they haven’t populated the continent.’

Denisar shook his head but refrained from commenting as a waiter arrived with their food. He was having a Bolkintu yak steak with baked potato and blue-stem broccoli while for Kaplan he had ordered a vennu fillet with jalapeno flakes and cream cheese sauce with sautéed vegetables. The waiter departed and they both began to eat.

‘My people are supposed to exorcise the continent and then set up an extensive infrastructure?’ Denisar asked after swallowing a mouthful of steak.

‘Exactly,’ Kaplan answered. ‘This tastes like Terran salmon.’

‘Closest I could find on the menu. It’s an Antican delicacy.’

‘I can see why, thanks.’

‘My pleasure,’ the Bolian accepted the praise. ‘So what is the layout of the southern continent?’

Between mouthfuls, Kaplan answered, ‘there is an archipelago and a peninsula on the eastern side of the continent and mountains down the center of it. The western side is mostly desert but there are habitable areas closer to the Sargasso Sea.’

‘I see, where are setting up the first colony site?’

‘My recommendation is the archipelago and peninsula because there are freshwater lakes on the peninsula. We weren’t able to make a complete survey of the continent before we received new orders.’

‘Where you headed?’

‘Not too far, Farpoint Station. We’re finishing the orbital defense network and building the orbital station itself.’

‘Still in the neighborhood then,’ Denisar replied.

‘Exactly,’ Kaplan said. ‘Besides, the Tholians are flexing their muscles again.’

‘Bentos told me about that.’

‘Do you recommend anything for dessert?’ Kaplan asked as he forked the last of the vennu from his plate.

‘Since when do you eat dessert?’

‘I’ve developed a sweet tooth in the last few years,’ Kaplan admitted. ‘My wife has tried to curtail it and is somewhat successful but when I am out of her reach I take advantage of it.’

‘In that case might I suggest chocolate doreks,’ Denisar said.

‘Do I even want to know what they are?’ Kaplan asked.

‘Bandii bananas,’ the Bolian answered, ‘served with vanilla ice cream.’

Kaplan flagged down a waiter and ordered two servings. ‘They better be good.’

‘They are; I’ve had them before.’

* * *​

Federation Relocation Bureau
Earth Office
Stardate 58185.1 (March 9, 2381)


Assistant Director Jaycee DeMarco sighed as she waited for the Director to finish the conference call he had been on for the last two hours. His Andorian aide, Aletorath th’Chenik, wore the same expression she did. He had been waiting to see the director for the same period of time.

The Director's door suddenly opened and the Rigellian-Chelon stood in the doorway. ‘Both of you come in please. What has just been discussed is important enough that you should both be aware of it.’

‘Who were you speaking with?’ DeMarco asked as the three of them entered the Director’s office.

‘My counterparts on Vulcan, Andor and Tellar,’ Tomanien answered. ‘The situation is not good.’

‘How so?’ th’Chenik asked before DeMarco could.

‘As you know, the Borg attack on Vulcan destroyed the capital city of Shi’Kahr but what you might not be aware of is that there is now a substantial amount of dust in the atmosphere which could block out the sunlight and send the planet into an ice age. Federation scientists are already looking at the problem but they may not be able to do anything in time.’

‘What will help them?’

‘The best guess so far, and it is only a guess, is to create a storm that cleanses the atmosphere. There are people working on it,’ Tomanien answered. ‘The Vulcan Office has asked that worlds be found to relocate the Vulcan people should it become necessary.’

‘Is the situation as dire on Andor and Tellar?’

‘The reproductive crisis on Andor is reaching critical considering the population loss in the wake of the Borg attack and scientists are no closer to finding an answer than they were before. Tellar’s western continent was almost completely destroyed, as were the rich veins of dilithium Starfleet needs.’

‘How many people died on Tellar?’ DeMarco asked.

‘Two billion or so; and about half that number were injured into the bargain. They’re suffering and want to know where help is coming from.’

‘I don’t think the doctors in the Hippocrates system can handle that many, but we can ask,’ she said, thinking of the planetary system populated entirely by doctors from hundreds of races and millions of patients.

‘Please do so,’ Tomanien said. ‘Now, what did I hear about Ligon Two?’

DeMarco explained the situation to him and then added. ‘Before you ask; the Aurora was already en route to deliver supplies to Starbase 14 since she was the closest ship to Bynaus when Admiral Bentos requested them. Command ordered them to divert.’

‘I see. Where are they now?’

‘Most likely picking up new supplies in preparation for the survey of the southern continent and setting up the infrastructure.’

‘They won’t be able to handle that alone, not for two billion people,’ th’Chenik said.

‘They will be able to set up enough for a single colony and then assist the colony when those ships arrive to expand the infrastructure.’

‘Can we spare the ship for as long as might be needed to complete the assignment?’ Tomanien asked his aide.

‘We can spare her until the Iliad can relieve her,’ he replied. ‘I’m not sure how long that will be though. The Iliad is still ferrying refugees from the Taurus Reach to Pacifica and other planets in the region.’

‘Which refugee camps are closest to the Beta Renner sector?’

‘Bynaus, Cait, Oneamisu, Pacifica, Antede and Dytallix B.’

‘Scratch Pacifica off that list, the Risians want a planet of their own,’ Tomanien told them. ‘Have all the refugees ready to go in three months. How many is that?’

Th’Chenik looked at the ever-present padd. ‘Two hundred thirty thousand, a start at least.’

Tomanien nodded. ‘Jaycee, I want you to coordinate with all of the refugee camps in the alpha quadrant. Get as many as you can to agree to the relocation and stress that Starfleet will be improving its presence in the sector.’

‘They will?’ DeMarco asked.

‘Because of the isolated location, and the need for the Federation to expand away from the political area it is currently in, Starfleet Command has been ordered to upgrade or replace all starbases rimward of Earth.’

‘So what you’re saying is that the Federation is hedging its bets for the future and looking for new members hundreds of light years away from the rest of the Federation, in an almost opposite direction.’

‘Precisely.’

‘Logical really,’ th’Chenik said.

‘Indeed,’ Tomanien replied. ‘Now, what did you have for me?’

Th’Chenik handed him another padd. ‘Todays reports from the camps and the current whereabouts of all assets.’

‘Jaycee?’

‘I was going to speak with you regarding the situation on Cait.’

‘Are they eating the refugees?’

‘They’re threatening to.’

Tomanien closed his eyes and sighed, but it came out as a rasp. ‘When you get a moment, patch me through to the Caitian President. I need to speak with him again, it seems.’

‘I’ll get him for you now.’

‘It’s the middle of the night, Jaycee. I doubt he’ll appreciate being woken up.’

‘Exactly, he’ll be more receptive to you so he can go back to sleep,’ she countered with a smirk.

Th’Chenik chuckled. ‘She has you there, boss.’

‘Out, both of you!’ he shooed them away.
 
This is really cool. The disposition of refugees after a massive Incursion is a complex, fascinating problem. And a haunted continent? That should be interesting...
 
Chapter Two

USS Aurora
En route to Ligon system
Stardate 58206.2 (March 17, 2381)


Commander Sovar sat cross-legged in the middle of his quarters staring at a padd. He had lost his entire family in the Borg attack on Shi’Kahr, all three generations, his family estate and the mausoleum where their katras were stored with their physical shells. The image on the padd was that of his wife and youngest daughter as they waited in line at a logic fair and a tear slid down his cheek unbidden. He made no move to wipe it away and instead closed his eyes, willing his emotions deeper inside than they usually were. Had the Caeliar not stopped the Borg when they did, far more damage to his homeworld would have been done but that knowledge did nothing to help his emotional state. Unable to meditate, Sovar decided to speak with the doctor about his condition, perhaps the Grazerite would be able to help.

He entered sickbay to find two crewmen being treated by the head nurse for plasma burns. Before he could ask how their injuries occurred, he spotted two inactive plasma welders on a table near the biobeds. He picked one up and activated it, noting that it had been modified to emit a coloured beam of plasma one point two meters in length. The crewmen had clearly been fighting with these devices. He made a note to speak with Lieutenant Commander Uhnari about the incident and was about to call for Doctor Pasen-Enya when Uhnari entered sickbay.

‘Commander, I wasn’t aware you had been notified,’ she said as he placed the modified plasma welder on the table.

‘I had not. I was here for a different reason. These are your beta shift engineers, are they not?’

She nodded and inspected the modified plasma welders herself. ‘These are dangerous in and of themselves. Modifying them like this even more so. I will take care of this, believe me,’ the Haliian said angrily and stalked over to the two engineers.

‘Can I help you, Commander?’ a female voice asked.

Sovar turned to face the doctor. ‘Yes, I would like to speak with you in private.’

‘Come into my office.’

Sovar did so and waited as the Grazerite got comfortable. She switched on her desk terminal and entered commands, presumably to bring up his medical file.

‘I am having…trouble meditating.’

‘I see,’ she said and removed a medical tricorder from a drawer in her desk. She waved it as his head. She set the device by the computer and waited for the download to complete before searching through the medical database. ‘Is there anything else troubling you?’

‘No, why do you ask?’

‘The drop of saline soaked into your uniform.’

Sovar looked down to see where the tear had landed. ‘It is part of the same issue,’ he replied noncommittally.

‘Then we have a serious problem,’ Pasen-Enya stated as she looked up at him.

Sovar raised an eyebrow, ‘In what way?’

‘According to the scans I have just taken, you appear to be suffering from Tuvok’s Syndrome.’

‘I do not believe I have heard of that particular ailment.’

‘It was officially recognized three years ago by Voyager’s EMH in his examination of then-Lieutenant Tuvok’s neural peptides, which were degenerating. The only known cure for Tuvok’s Syndrome is a mind-meld with a blood relative.’

Sovar’s only outward sign of emotion was a slight raising of both eyebrows, which in Vulcan terms might be the shock of one’s life. ‘How long do I have?’

‘I need to monitor your neural peptide levels over a period of months to be certain, but if your peptides degenerate at a similar pace to Tuvok, you still have approximately two decades before you will no longer be able to perform your duties.’

‘What are the symptoms?’

‘There is only one symptom that I am aware of, a lack of mental faculty.’

‘That is a significant symptom for a Vulcan, Doctor.’

‘I am aware of that, Commander,’ Pasen-Enya replied.

‘Thank you for your time, Doctor.’

‘You need to tell the captain,’ she told him. ‘And I would recommend speaking to a counsellor.’

Sovar raised an eyebrow. ‘I will consider the ramifications,’ he said and stood up.

‘I’m here if you need to talk.’

Sovar nodded and left the office, intending to return to his quarters, but his plans were curtailed by the red alert klaxon. He tapped his combadge, ‘Sovar to bridge.’

Lieutenant Perone here, sir; sensors have detected two Tholian cruisers on approach.’

‘I’m on my way, where is the captain?’

He’s on his way, sir.’

‘Find out where they came from, Sovar out.’

Sovar reached the bridge in under a minute and took his seat as Captain Denisar emerged from another turbolift.

‘What do we have?’ he asked.

Sovar recalled the information on his console from tactical and let the captain see it, highlighting the relevant parts. ‘There are two Tholian cruisers, Garnet-class, on approach at full impulse.’

‘Sensors are picking up additional contacts,’ Ensign Perretti said from tactical. ‘Seven scout ships also inbound and more might be coming.’

Denisar looked up. ‘Explain?’

‘The Garnet-class cruisers are troop transports,’ Perretti replied.

‘What was their previous heading?’

‘Ligon Two,’ Sovar answered. ‘It would appear that we interrupted an annexation.’

‘Like hell,’ Denisar muttered. ‘Get Bentos on the com, now!’

‘Captain?’

‘We’re not letting the Tholians annex a Federation protectorate, it would be open season and we cannot afford that right now.’

‘We are no match for both cruisers and the scout ships,’ Lieutenant Mossa arrived to take over tactical. ‘But we can give them a bloody nose.’

‘How so?’ Denisar asked.

‘We can use the shuttles for a dog fight against the scout ships while we cripple the cruisers.’

‘Weapons and engines?’ the captain asked.

‘Exactly.’

‘Let’s do it, get the pilots to the shuttles.’

‘Shields are up and weapons are hot,’ Mossa said. ‘Pilots acknowledge and are scrambling.’

The image of Admiral Bentos suddenly appeared on the monitor between the chairs. ‘Captain, what seems to be the problem?’

‘We’re being approached by a Tholian annexation fleet.’

‘Headed for Ligon Two,’ Sovar added.

Bentos’ eyes narrowed in anger. ‘Not on my watch, Captain. Do what you have to, to take care of them.’

‘We have a plan.’

Be careful, I’m sending the Fortuna back out there.’

‘They won’t get here in time, Admiral. We’re a week out from the starbase. We’ll take care of this.’

She sighed. ‘Godspeed, Denisar, Bentos out.’

‘That went well,’ Mossa muttered. ‘The Tholians are hailing us.’

‘On screen.’

A red-tinted room appeared on screen with a Tholian in the forefront, close to the pickup. ‘I am Erskene, and this region is a territorial annex of the Tholian Assembly. Withdraw or be destroyed.’

‘You haven’t annexed it and you’re not going to,’ Denisar said and noticed a text message on his screen. “Shuttles launched.”

Your metal vessel is no match for the Tholian annexation fleet. This is your last chance to withdraw.’

‘That’s not going to happen.’ The screen blanked and Denisar sighed. ‘Wait for them to make the first move.’
 
I like the "Tuvok's Syndrome" thing. Makes it interesting. Too often Vulcans are just thrown into stories for the sake of being Vulcan. And now, more fighting around the corner. You always deliver in the slam-bang dept.
 
I hope that I never have 2D characters. I like every single one to be fleshed out and understood, or misunderstood, as the story dictates. I'll try to get another chapter up soon, but I'm also working on my latest Pytheas story and some original stuff too.
 
I hope that I never have 2D characters. I like every single one to be fleshed out and understood, or misunderstood, as the story dictates. I'll try to get another chapter up soon, but I'm also working on my latest Pytheas story and some original stuff too.

Yeah, Pytheas! :techman:
 
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