I get the feeling that a certain 'Basic Android' has a certain Basic Beef with the world. This should be interesting.
The Next Generation Relaunch - Return to Farpoint
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Chapter Three
Farpoint Ground Station
Deneb IV
Stardate 57353.7
Commander Worf was nauseous.
The shuttlecraft's descent through the atmosphere made him think of his zero-g training and the spacewalk on the Enterprise to rid the ship of the Borg infestation. Lieutenant JG Stolovitsky made no mention of his obvious discomfort as the security team disembarked from the shuttlecraft and spread out to make a perimeter scan. Worf kept his phaser holstered and looked at the display on his tricorder. There was apparently no life anywhere nearby, certainly not in the supposed-to-be bustling complex of the ground station.
'Sir, we've completed our scans. There's nothing here.'
'Then let's move inside and we what we find,' Worf ordered. 'Not only are there no civilians, I don't see any Bandi militia or Starfleet personnel.'
'They may be hiding inside,' Stolovitsky replied.
'We must hope so.'
Worf adjusted the hood of the desert robe and strode forward, keeping his tricorder active in its holster while taking out his phaser. The security team followed, only one of which had both phaser and tricorder in hand, but that was because the Triexian had a third hand to manipulate either one with.
The doors slid open at their approach and the group entered the building. There was no sign of a fight and no weapons signatures that the tricorders could pick up. What disturbed him most of all was the fact that there were no bodies in sight. The entire place looked deserted and there was not even a layer of dust to indicate how much time had passed. This building, likely the entire complex, was hermetically sealed once the doors were closed.
'Spread out and inspect every room. I want to make sure that there is no one here. I will remain here to access any logs.'
'Sir, I'll cover you,' Stolovitsky stated.
Worf nodded.
'You heard the Commander, spread out.'
The officers and enlisted personnel nodded and headed deeper into the building.
'Do you think they'll find anything?' she asked apprehensively.
'No,' the taciturn Klingon answered. 'Whatever happened here removed every living thing. There isn't even a plant down here, but there are plant pots. Every biological molecule has disappeared.'
'Is there anything on the internal sensors?'
Worf frowned and manipulated the console interface. 'It has been erased.'
'So someone must have still been here.'
'Not necessarily, Lieutenant. You and I will check the station's computer core. I expect the system to have been tampered with.'
'You think whoever took everyone also took the evidence of the kidnap with them?'
'I do.'
'There were hundreds of people working here and thousands of Bandi. That would take an awful lot of power to beam them away and a large ship or number of ships,' the deputy security chief mused.
'Indeed.'
'Na Elm to Stolovitsky,' the Triexian called.
'Go ahead, Ensign.'
'We've checked every room on the top two floors of this office complex. There's nothing here, even the fish and algae are gone.'
'Continue to search and let me know if any other fauna or flora are missing.'
'Aye sir, Na Elm out.'
'Looks like your hunch was correct, sir,' Stolovitsky said as they neared the computer core.
Suddenly she put a hand out and he stopped. She sniffed the air and narrowed her eyes. Her phaser was in her hand and she stepped forward inch by inch until she stood at the doorway to the main computer core. It slid open at her approach and she reeled back at the stench. Worf joined her and wrinkled his nose.
'That's the first body we've found. Since it clearly isn't alive, there was no need to take it,' she muttered.
'This body does not belong to a Bandi nor any species I am familiar with. I believe that he or she is part of the race who kidnapped everyone from the station.'
'We should get Doctor Crusher to examine the body.'
'Not until the building is secure,' Worf replied. 'We should have an engineering team look at this core, there are sections missing.'
'And a security team to cover them, just in case something or someone is still here,' Stolovitsky added with a smirk.
'Indeed.'
Less than twenty minutes later the security team had joined them by the computer core, which had been sealed off pending the arrival of the doctor and engineers. While the security personnel arrayed themselves along the corridor, Worf and Stolovitsky returned to the front of the building, the lobby, and looked around. The Klingon sensed something was not quite right and aimed his tricorder at the remained in one of the plant pots.
'Sir? Do you have something?'
'The powdery residue is comprised on non-organic salts and such. Since we're not walking around in the same type of powder, I think that the Bandi and Starfleet personnel are still alive.'
Stolovitsky nodded, accepting his explanation because she didn't want to think about the alternative.
'This is still a rescue operation, Lieutenant. Do not despair.'
'We still need to find out who was responsible and where they came from.'
'We will, I promise you that. Captain Picard will not rest until everyone is safe and back where they are supposed to be.'
'I know that, sir. It's just hard to think of so many people going missing without a trace of evidence.'
'But we do have evidence. Nothing is as good as something because it means certain things can be ruled out. I was a security officer for a long time, and a diplomat for four years. I have seen much and learned in both professions that the same is true. We'll find out what happened to them, and get them back.'
Stolovitsky knew from the look in Worf's eyes that she wouldn't want to be the people responsible when Worf found them. She'd heard of Worf's temper and knew that it wasn't exaggerated. She served alongside Klingons during the war and knew that when they had a bee in their bonnets, nothing would stop them. And Worf was both a Klingon and a Starfleet officer, giving up without a fight was not something he would consider, not when lives were at stake.
Farpoint Ground Station
Deneb IV
Stardate 57353.7
Commander Worf was nauseous.
The shuttlecraft's descent through the atmosphere made him think of his zero-g training and the spacewalk on the Enterprise to rid the ship of the Borg infestation. Lieutenant JG Stolovitsky made no mention of his obvious discomfort as the security team disembarked from the shuttlecraft and spread out to make a perimeter scan. Worf kept his phaser holstered and looked at the display on his tricorder. There was apparently no life anywhere nearby, certainly not in the supposed-to-be bustling complex of the ground station.
'Sir, we've completed our scans. There's nothing here.'
'Then let's move inside and we what we find,' Worf ordered. 'Not only are there no civilians, I don't see any Bandi militia or Starfleet personnel.'
'They may be hiding inside,' Stolovitsky replied.
'We must hope so.'
Worf adjusted the hood of the desert robe and strode forward, keeping his tricorder active in its holster while taking out his phaser. The security team followed, only one of which had both phaser and tricorder in hand, but that was because the Triexian had a third hand to manipulate either one with.
The doors slid open at their approach and the group entered the building. There was no sign of a fight and no weapons signatures that the tricorders could pick up. What disturbed him most of all was the fact that there were no bodies in sight. The entire place looked deserted and there was not even a layer of dust to indicate how much time had passed. This building, likely the entire complex, was hermetically sealed once the doors were closed.
'Spread out and inspect every room. I want to make sure that there is no one here. I will remain here to access any logs.'
'Sir, I'll cover you,' Stolovitsky stated.
Worf nodded.
'You heard the Commander, spread out.'
The officers and enlisted personnel nodded and headed deeper into the building.
'Do you think they'll find anything?' she asked apprehensively.
'No,' the taciturn Klingon answered. 'Whatever happened here removed every living thing. There isn't even a plant down here, but there are plant pots. Every biological molecule has disappeared.'
'Is there anything on the internal sensors?'
Worf frowned and manipulated the console interface. 'It has been erased.'
'So someone must have still been here.'
'Not necessarily, Lieutenant. You and I will check the station's computer core. I expect the system to have been tampered with.'
'You think whoever took everyone also took the evidence of the kidnap with them?'
'I do.'
'There were hundreds of people working here and thousands of Bandi. That would take an awful lot of power to beam them away and a large ship or number of ships,' the deputy security chief mused.
'Indeed.'
'Na Elm to Stolovitsky,' the Triexian called.
'Go ahead, Ensign.'
'We've checked every room on the top two floors of this office complex. There's nothing here, even the fish and algae are gone.'
'Continue to search and let me know if any other fauna or flora are missing.'
'Aye sir, Na Elm out.'
'Looks like your hunch was correct, sir,' Stolovitsky said as they neared the computer core.
Suddenly she put a hand out and he stopped. She sniffed the air and narrowed her eyes. Her phaser was in her hand and she stepped forward inch by inch until she stood at the doorway to the main computer core. It slid open at her approach and she reeled back at the stench. Worf joined her and wrinkled his nose.
'That's the first body we've found. Since it clearly isn't alive, there was no need to take it,' she muttered.
'This body does not belong to a Bandi nor any species I am familiar with. I believe that he or she is part of the race who kidnapped everyone from the station.'
'We should get Doctor Crusher to examine the body.'
'Not until the building is secure,' Worf replied. 'We should have an engineering team look at this core, there are sections missing.'
'And a security team to cover them, just in case something or someone is still here,' Stolovitsky added with a smirk.
'Indeed.'
Less than twenty minutes later the security team had joined them by the computer core, which had been sealed off pending the arrival of the doctor and engineers. While the security personnel arrayed themselves along the corridor, Worf and Stolovitsky returned to the front of the building, the lobby, and looked around. The Klingon sensed something was not quite right and aimed his tricorder at the remained in one of the plant pots.
'Sir? Do you have something?'
'The powdery residue is comprised on non-organic salts and such. Since we're not walking around in the same type of powder, I think that the Bandi and Starfleet personnel are still alive.'
Stolovitsky nodded, accepting his explanation because she didn't want to think about the alternative.
'This is still a rescue operation, Lieutenant. Do not despair.'
'We still need to find out who was responsible and where they came from.'
'We will, I promise you that. Captain Picard will not rest until everyone is safe and back where they are supposed to be.'
'I know that, sir. It's just hard to think of so many people going missing without a trace of evidence.'
'But we do have evidence. Nothing is as good as something because it means certain things can be ruled out. I was a security officer for a long time, and a diplomat for four years. I have seen much and learned in both professions that the same is true. We'll find out what happened to them, and get them back.'
Stolovitsky knew from the look in Worf's eyes that she wouldn't want to be the people responsible when Worf found them. She'd heard of Worf's temper and knew that it wasn't exaggerated. She served alongside Klingons during the war and knew that when they had a bee in their bonnets, nothing would stop them. And Worf was both a Klingon and a Starfleet officer, giving up without a fight was not something he would consider, not when lives were at stake.
Uh oh. That does not sound good. Beginnings of a great mystery and an inkling of a dangerous adversary. Very good.
Stolovitsky and Worf are building a good working relationship. I like the interaction and presence Worf gives. yet again the value of the relaunch here is that we see Worf shine without it being all about his Klingon heritage. it forms part of it sure but it's not the reason he's the focus of this segment. Nice to see and hope to see more of everyone's favourite Klingon. As XO I think he'll be great.
hellsgate
Commodore
One suggestion - E.V.A. suits and the ship's CMO stubbornly ordering such a move. At least, until they're 100% certain that a breathable airborne or consumable contaminant/pathogen isn't in-fact responsible for Farpoint's current "TOS plot"-like situation. Then, change tactics as required/necessary. Perhaps this enemy device is activated by skin-to-skin contact? Contact such as shaking hands or using LCARS touch-surfaces?
Worf is on the case. Funny thing here is, I can see both Picard and Worf soon getting into the challenge here of not only solving this mystery, but also whipping this crew into a cohesive unit--if for no other reason than to throw it in Janeway et al's collective faces.
Return to Farpoint is now on hiatus until Fragments of Control and Whoever Brings the Night are completed.
I have decided to concentrate on one story at a time.
I have decided to concentrate on one story at a time.
Say it ain't so!!! 
I'm not going to be immature about this ... well maybe a bit ...
Eh, either way we'll have a great story to read. G'luck
I'm not going to be immature about this ... well maybe a bit ...
Eh, either way we'll have a great story to read. G'luck
I hope to post two or three times a week as I'm concentrating on one story at a time. This will allow me to keep the same characters in my head and utilise them properly.
