Treacherous Waters - Gibraltar/Intrepid Crossover
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Treacherous Waters - Chapter 27 (pt1)
Chapter 27 <combined>
USS Intrepid
Deck 1
Main briefing room
“What I’m about to tell you is classified. Do you have privacy on your end?”
Sandhurst indicated his surroundings by cocking his head. “Yes, I’m in the chief engineer’s office.”
Aubrey ordered the computer to secure the COMM channel they were using while he sank into a chair. He was too exhausted from his injury to remain standing. “I’m going to be direct, because we’re short on time.” He began. “The Gambis aren’t in danger so much as the Velk. If fact, the Velk could be utterly destroyed within the next few hours.”
Sandhurst looked through the viewer curiously. “I’m listening.”
“The Gambis possess extremely advanced technology-----more advanced than just about any other species we’ve encountered on this side of the galaxy. Even my crew doesn’t know the true extent of their capabilities. In fact, few people in Starfleet do. It’s more than likely that they will not only detect the missiles, but easily eliminate them as well.”
“Off hand, I’d say that’s good news-----which means there must be more to the story.”
“There is. Centuries ago, the Velk and Gambis were mortal enemies. When the Dominion took this sector, the Gambis went underground and were never discovered. About a year ago, we made first contact with them as they were emerging. They had leaped ahead tremendously by then.” Aubrey paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts as he looked out one of the curved windows. “They wanted to destroy the Velk with their new superiority. I talked them out of it by assuring them that the Federation was helping the Velk become a peaceful society.”
Sandhurst did the math. “A year ago? But the Federation Council didn’t finalize their vote on Velk aid until about nine months ago. Your assurances were a bit premature, weren’t they?”
Aubrey continued to scrutinize the stars beyond his window. “Let’s just say I went out on a limb. I knew talks had already been underway for some time. I hoped the Council would commit after reading my reports and recommendations. When I completed my exploratory mission in the Gamma Quadrant, I learned that a full aid package had indeed been approved. At that point I was ordered to finalize relations with the Gambis.” He slid his eyes towards Sandhurst’s image. “I’m sure you’ve wondered why the Federation would commit so many ships and resources to such a remote sector.”
“It definitely crossed my mind. But then, hidden agendas are par for the course in our business.”
Aubrey turned from the window with solemn resolve. “This was never about the Velk, it was to establish stability in the region so we could build a relationship with the Gambis.” His words came out with bitterness. “The Velk were just a means to an end.”
Sandhurst glanced impatiently at a nearby chronometer, feeling the need to speed their discussion along. “I see where you’re going; the Velkamis system has fallen into chaos, a subspace weapon was detonated and now we have what appears to be an attack launched from this system, at the Gambis. They’ll consider the Velk a threat again.”
Aubrey vindicated his conclusion with a grim nod. “They’ll most certainly launch a retaliatory strike, not with missiles or ships, but with unimaginable destructive power. All life in the Velkamis system will be eradicated instantly, wherever it may be. Planets, vessels, space stations, nothing will be safe.”
“So the Changeling wins either way.” Sandhurst said with disgust. “He gets lucky and takes out the Gambis, satisfying his need for revenge, or the Gambis destroy the Velk for him-----his own version of a ‘scorched Earth policy’.”
“Unless we can convince the Gambis of the truth. I can tell you from personal experience that it’s not easy to change their minds. As I said before, they operate more on emotion.” Amusement warmed his face. “And I don’t think jumping off a cliff will help this time.”
Sandhurst looked quizzical.
“Long story.” His smile vanished. “You should know about another major threat; we could be targets as well.”
“Because we supported the Velk.”
“I thought you should know what we’re dealing with before you put your ship and crew in the line of fire.”
He examined Aubrey’s face thoroughly, while his own betrayed skepticism. “Something doesn’t add up; why would the Federation go to this much trouble to open relations with such an obviously hostile and mistrustful species? It seems at odds with our dogma.”
“Not long ago, I would have asked the same thing.” Aubrey agreed. “But think what’s happened in the last ten years; the Federation has suffered two Borg attacks that were nearly successful. We’ve been dragged through a devastating war with the Dominion. The Cardassian border is a volatile quagmire, ready for exploitation. Even less threatening species like the Talarians and a few others have started saber rattling lately. And there’s been rumors of new alliances forming-----species that see an opportunity to move on a weakened Federation.” He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Then there was the Inth, who nearly decimated the Alpha Quadrant even while the war was still underway.”
“So the stories I heard were true.”
Aubrey sighed heavily. “I’m afraid so. And for all we know, we haven’t heard the last of them, either. My point is that officially the Federation was offering humanitarian aid to the Velk.”
“Unofficially, we’re seeking out powerful allies. Even if the relationships are perilous ones.”
“Something like that.”
“Politicians,” Sandhurst grumbled contemptuously. “They’ll be the death of us all.”
Their conversation was interrupted as both captains received tactical updates from their respective crews. The new information surprised neither of them. At least three Velk factions had now put their differences aside and were massing a small force near the outskirts of the system. By a cruel coincidence, it was the same area that Gibraltar would need to drive through before making contact with the Gambis. What was more, all three factions were hostile towards the Federation.
“I should get underway,” Aubrey said after the two had compared notes. “That is, once our EMH has cleared me of Changeling infection.” He shrugged. “Even I can’t break my own quarantine. And a holographic doctor is the only type we can trust at this point.”
“So, when are you going to tell me the rest?” Sandhurst asked coyly.
Aubrey blinked in surprise. “The rest? I believe we’ve covered everything.”
Sandhurst shook his head slowly. “I didn’t step off the cadet runner yesterday, Captain. While I believe that what you said played a major part in the Federation’s decision, there has to be more. The Council wouldn’t make this kind of a commitment just to befriend a powerful race. I’m thinking there had to be something else to sweeten the pot.” His face moved towards the viewer. “So tell me Captain; what secret are you keeping for the Gambis?”
Aubrey eased out of his chair with some difficulty and brought his uncooperative vision into focus. The ghost of a smile played over his lips. “Because we’re out of time I’ll promise you this: if we survive the next few hours, I’ll tell you what I know over a glass of Saurian brandy. How does that sound?”
“That works for me.”
The two men came to an agreement on how to proceed. Sandhurst suggested that Intrepid be given control of the Velk orbital defense grid for added protection. It was mutually agreed that Gibraltar’s Velk civilians and the Changeling would have to stay put. There was no time to test the Velk for Changeling infection before evacuating them. Furthermore, Intrepid was in no shape to safely incarcerate the Founder.
Sandhurst had a final bit of business. “What about that Velk task force? You’ll have to run down their throats to make your transmission point in time.” He experienced a bout of uncertainly. He had unflinchingly offered up his ship to Aubrey, because the situation had demanded it. But having another captain take his vessel and his crew into battle was a bigger pill to swallow than he imagined it would be. “I think she can match those cutters without too much trouble, but any altercation will slow you down. And our shield grid isn’t at its best right now. If they get lucky, if Gibraltar gets hit too often in the wrong spot…”
“They won’t even scratch the paint, I promise. I have a little surprise in store for them.”
Sandhurst was austere. “That’s all well and good. But it’s my ship you’ll be using. Let me in on your plans once you’re underway. I can better advise you regarding her capabilities.”
Aubrey dipped his chin in accord.
***
Captain’s log, USS Gibraltar
Stardate 54119.6
Captain Jason Aubrey in temporary command.
We are proceeding out of the Velkamis system at full impulse. Once at maximum warp, it will take twenty-three minutes to reach the transmission point where contact can be made with the Gambis.
The direction of the Velk civil war has changed. Three factions representing the former Drell, Otho and Pantakas governments have evidently secured a temporary cease-fire and are now pooling their resources. By combining their ships into a new offensive, they have driven a wedge through the opposing forces in the outlying part of the system. This represents a significant shift in the balance of the war.
Unfortunately, the factions now gaining the upper hand are the very ones who consider the Federation an enemy power. Six of their vessels have moved to intercept us. Our hails have been met with only two responses: demands to change course or threats promising our swift destruction. It would seem that the Velk have now directed their anger at a more convenient target: us.
We’ve no choice but to hold this course as it represents the most direct route to our transmission point.
I’ve ordered the ship to battle stations. I’m confident that my preparations will spare Gibraltar and her crew from harm.
End recording.
***
Once underway, Aubrey had made sure to familiarize himself with Gibraltar’s tactical capabilities, power outputs and engine performance. How well the ship would operate in actual practice, he knew, could only be learned through direct experience. He hoped earnestly that he wouldn’t need to test any of her performance thresholds.
He toggled the intercom on Sandhurst’s chair, mindful of the crew’s wariness around him. “Mr. Ashok, what’s the status on our shields?”
Ashok’s voice gave every indication that he was taking the “changing of the guard” in stride. “We’re at full capacity, sir…but our weak link in the grid vector is the port quarter, aft. I have auxiliary power on standby to feed that section. I recommend you favor that area if we go into combat.”
“Understood.” Aubrey said. He walked up to Lt. Lar’ragos at tactical. There was no good reason for strolling around the bridge to dispense orders and get updates. The real reason, he admitted silently, was that he was procrastinating about sitting in another captain’s chair. It was not only silly, but also unwise. Appearing hesitant or apologetic about any of his actions would make it all the harder for this crew to trust him.
Like Ashok, Lar’ragos appeared completely at ease about Aubrey’s presence on the ship. Perhaps it was the benefit of extreme age and experience, or perhaps he welcomed the brief respite from Sandhurst’s company. “Sensors show the Velk attack group closing at full impulse. No deviation in course. They’ve armed all weapons.” He considered Aubrey for a moment. “Do you want me to continue hails?”
“No point.” He replied. “I think it’s time we turned the page on that part of the rule book.”
At the CON position, Lieutenant(j.g.) Lightner was wound tight. He had served aboard Gibraltar for a year now and had grown attached to the grand old lady. He worried that a brazen war hero like Aubrey might overestimate the ship’s abilities. He examined this unhappy thought as his dark brown eyes scanned his board. “Captain, we’ve cleared the Cochrane limit and we’re ready for warp.”
“Engage, and take us to maximum speed along our planned acceleration curve.” Aubrey said at once. He fancied that he could feel the ship vibrate subtly as she began to shift through the higher warp factors, approaching maximum speed. Maybe the feeling was nothing more than suggestion, but then, with a ship this old, who knew?
He allowed his attention to swing back to Lar’ragos. “I don’t suppose our friends out there have changed their minds?”
“No sir. It’s just as we predicted. They’ve moved into warp, and adjusted course and velocity for an intercept with us. Projecting IP in seven minutes, present speed.” The El Aurian was momentarily engaged by a soft ping from his console. “Probe now ready for launch, sir.”
Aubrey ordered the launch. The COMM probe carried a recorded warning to the Gambis and would broadcast upon arrival at the transmission point. It would serve as insurance in case Gibraltar were stopped or delayed too long by the Velk task force.
He stepped down to the captain’s chair and forced himself into it. “Lt. Lightner, status of our runabouts?”
“Intrepid runabouts Burke and Esteban have matched our speed and are now pacing us directly astern.” He replied, keeping a firm eye on his operations board.
“Transfer control to Lar’ragos.” Aubrey instructed.
“Slaving remote access to tactical.” Lightner confirmed a moment later.
A runabout graphic appeared on Lar’ragos’ board with an accompanying data stream. “Remote access accepted and functional.” He announced. “Attack sequence Aubrey-Zulu programmed and standing by.”
Lt. Commander Pell Ojana approached Aubrey. The Bajoran had her senses on full alert, hoping to dissect the man that was now occupying Sandhurst’s chair. “Captain,” She began carefully, “If I may…I agree with your effort to deflect the Velk attack without further inflaming the situation but…well, to be perfectly candid sir, what if it doesn’t work? We’ll be forced into a direct confrontation.” She added a degree more tenacity to her last sentence. “And that will definitely end any hope of restoring diplomatic relations.”
She had mentioned the prospect of restoring relations as though it were perfectly feasible. To Aubrey, this said more about her abilities than anything he might have found in her service jacket. “At this point, we only have a few options. Reaching the transmission point is our chief priority.” He offered her his best display of confidence. “Even if the Gambis survive, it could reignite hostilities between the two powers, which would further destabilize the region. Therefore, our other priority is to make them understand that the Velk are no longer their enemies. If we have to bloody a few noses to make our deadline, so be it.”
She nodded attentively, as though given a new train of thought to pursue. In fact, the true purpose of her question had been to get a better feel of Aubrey’s thought process and mission priorities. “I fully understand, sir. And I’ll do my best to pick up the pieces afterward if it comes to that. I just hope it doesn’t.”
“You and me both.” Aware that she was still lingering, he turned his chair towards her. “Was there something else, Commander?”
She cleared her throat. “Yes, sir. You’re no doubt aware of my diplomatic experience.”
“Of course.”
With barely contained eagerness, she said, “I’d like to offer my services in negotiating with the Gambis, sir. I could be useful in smoothing their feathers concerning the Velk.”
“I’d like nothing better. Unfortunately, there’s no time for you to get up to speed on their culture and customs.”
“Captain Sandhurst would tell you that I’m a quick study.” Pell said this with an undercurrent of bemusement.
“I’ve no doubt you are.” He mediated on the idea for a moment longer. “Follow my lead. I’ll try to cue you when to step in, if it becomes necessary. But for the most part, I’ll need to do the talking.”
“Aye, sir.” It wasn’t the green light she was hoping for, but it still represented an opportunity. This was precisely the type of high-stakes diplomatic challenge that Pell Ojana found impossible to resist.
The captain brought his focus inward, reexamining all of the possible contingencies for the tenth time, as he prepared to take action. Satisfied, he leaned forward. “Mr. Lightner, please launch shuttles.”
The senior Flight Control Officer was efficient. “Kon’Tiki and Heyerdahl now departing shuttle bay…”
***
Chapter 27 <combined>
USS Intrepid
Deck 1
Main briefing room
“What I’m about to tell you is classified. Do you have privacy on your end?”
Sandhurst indicated his surroundings by cocking his head. “Yes, I’m in the chief engineer’s office.”
Aubrey ordered the computer to secure the COMM channel they were using while he sank into a chair. He was too exhausted from his injury to remain standing. “I’m going to be direct, because we’re short on time.” He began. “The Gambis aren’t in danger so much as the Velk. If fact, the Velk could be utterly destroyed within the next few hours.”
Sandhurst looked through the viewer curiously. “I’m listening.”
“The Gambis possess extremely advanced technology-----more advanced than just about any other species we’ve encountered on this side of the galaxy. Even my crew doesn’t know the true extent of their capabilities. In fact, few people in Starfleet do. It’s more than likely that they will not only detect the missiles, but easily eliminate them as well.”
“Off hand, I’d say that’s good news-----which means there must be more to the story.”
“There is. Centuries ago, the Velk and Gambis were mortal enemies. When the Dominion took this sector, the Gambis went underground and were never discovered. About a year ago, we made first contact with them as they were emerging. They had leaped ahead tremendously by then.” Aubrey paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts as he looked out one of the curved windows. “They wanted to destroy the Velk with their new superiority. I talked them out of it by assuring them that the Federation was helping the Velk become a peaceful society.”
Sandhurst did the math. “A year ago? But the Federation Council didn’t finalize their vote on Velk aid until about nine months ago. Your assurances were a bit premature, weren’t they?”
Aubrey continued to scrutinize the stars beyond his window. “Let’s just say I went out on a limb. I knew talks had already been underway for some time. I hoped the Council would commit after reading my reports and recommendations. When I completed my exploratory mission in the Gamma Quadrant, I learned that a full aid package had indeed been approved. At that point I was ordered to finalize relations with the Gambis.” He slid his eyes towards Sandhurst’s image. “I’m sure you’ve wondered why the Federation would commit so many ships and resources to such a remote sector.”
“It definitely crossed my mind. But then, hidden agendas are par for the course in our business.”
Aubrey turned from the window with solemn resolve. “This was never about the Velk, it was to establish stability in the region so we could build a relationship with the Gambis.” His words came out with bitterness. “The Velk were just a means to an end.”
Sandhurst glanced impatiently at a nearby chronometer, feeling the need to speed their discussion along. “I see where you’re going; the Velkamis system has fallen into chaos, a subspace weapon was detonated and now we have what appears to be an attack launched from this system, at the Gambis. They’ll consider the Velk a threat again.”
Aubrey vindicated his conclusion with a grim nod. “They’ll most certainly launch a retaliatory strike, not with missiles or ships, but with unimaginable destructive power. All life in the Velkamis system will be eradicated instantly, wherever it may be. Planets, vessels, space stations, nothing will be safe.”
“So the Changeling wins either way.” Sandhurst said with disgust. “He gets lucky and takes out the Gambis, satisfying his need for revenge, or the Gambis destroy the Velk for him-----his own version of a ‘scorched Earth policy’.”
“Unless we can convince the Gambis of the truth. I can tell you from personal experience that it’s not easy to change their minds. As I said before, they operate more on emotion.” Amusement warmed his face. “And I don’t think jumping off a cliff will help this time.”
Sandhurst looked quizzical.
“Long story.” His smile vanished. “You should know about another major threat; we could be targets as well.”
“Because we supported the Velk.”
“I thought you should know what we’re dealing with before you put your ship and crew in the line of fire.”
He examined Aubrey’s face thoroughly, while his own betrayed skepticism. “Something doesn’t add up; why would the Federation go to this much trouble to open relations with such an obviously hostile and mistrustful species? It seems at odds with our dogma.”
“Not long ago, I would have asked the same thing.” Aubrey agreed. “But think what’s happened in the last ten years; the Federation has suffered two Borg attacks that were nearly successful. We’ve been dragged through a devastating war with the Dominion. The Cardassian border is a volatile quagmire, ready for exploitation. Even less threatening species like the Talarians and a few others have started saber rattling lately. And there’s been rumors of new alliances forming-----species that see an opportunity to move on a weakened Federation.” He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Then there was the Inth, who nearly decimated the Alpha Quadrant even while the war was still underway.”
“So the stories I heard were true.”
Aubrey sighed heavily. “I’m afraid so. And for all we know, we haven’t heard the last of them, either. My point is that officially the Federation was offering humanitarian aid to the Velk.”
“Unofficially, we’re seeking out powerful allies. Even if the relationships are perilous ones.”
“Something like that.”
“Politicians,” Sandhurst grumbled contemptuously. “They’ll be the death of us all.”
Their conversation was interrupted as both captains received tactical updates from their respective crews. The new information surprised neither of them. At least three Velk factions had now put their differences aside and were massing a small force near the outskirts of the system. By a cruel coincidence, it was the same area that Gibraltar would need to drive through before making contact with the Gambis. What was more, all three factions were hostile towards the Federation.
“I should get underway,” Aubrey said after the two had compared notes. “That is, once our EMH has cleared me of Changeling infection.” He shrugged. “Even I can’t break my own quarantine. And a holographic doctor is the only type we can trust at this point.”
“So, when are you going to tell me the rest?” Sandhurst asked coyly.
Aubrey blinked in surprise. “The rest? I believe we’ve covered everything.”
Sandhurst shook his head slowly. “I didn’t step off the cadet runner yesterday, Captain. While I believe that what you said played a major part in the Federation’s decision, there has to be more. The Council wouldn’t make this kind of a commitment just to befriend a powerful race. I’m thinking there had to be something else to sweeten the pot.” His face moved towards the viewer. “So tell me Captain; what secret are you keeping for the Gambis?”
Aubrey eased out of his chair with some difficulty and brought his uncooperative vision into focus. The ghost of a smile played over his lips. “Because we’re out of time I’ll promise you this: if we survive the next few hours, I’ll tell you what I know over a glass of Saurian brandy. How does that sound?”
“That works for me.”
The two men came to an agreement on how to proceed. Sandhurst suggested that Intrepid be given control of the Velk orbital defense grid for added protection. It was mutually agreed that Gibraltar’s Velk civilians and the Changeling would have to stay put. There was no time to test the Velk for Changeling infection before evacuating them. Furthermore, Intrepid was in no shape to safely incarcerate the Founder.
Sandhurst had a final bit of business. “What about that Velk task force? You’ll have to run down their throats to make your transmission point in time.” He experienced a bout of uncertainly. He had unflinchingly offered up his ship to Aubrey, because the situation had demanded it. But having another captain take his vessel and his crew into battle was a bigger pill to swallow than he imagined it would be. “I think she can match those cutters without too much trouble, but any altercation will slow you down. And our shield grid isn’t at its best right now. If they get lucky, if Gibraltar gets hit too often in the wrong spot…”
“They won’t even scratch the paint, I promise. I have a little surprise in store for them.”
Sandhurst was austere. “That’s all well and good. But it’s my ship you’ll be using. Let me in on your plans once you’re underway. I can better advise you regarding her capabilities.”
Aubrey dipped his chin in accord.
***
Captain’s log, USS Gibraltar
Stardate 54119.6
Captain Jason Aubrey in temporary command.
We are proceeding out of the Velkamis system at full impulse. Once at maximum warp, it will take twenty-three minutes to reach the transmission point where contact can be made with the Gambis.
The direction of the Velk civil war has changed. Three factions representing the former Drell, Otho and Pantakas governments have evidently secured a temporary cease-fire and are now pooling their resources. By combining their ships into a new offensive, they have driven a wedge through the opposing forces in the outlying part of the system. This represents a significant shift in the balance of the war.
Unfortunately, the factions now gaining the upper hand are the very ones who consider the Federation an enemy power. Six of their vessels have moved to intercept us. Our hails have been met with only two responses: demands to change course or threats promising our swift destruction. It would seem that the Velk have now directed their anger at a more convenient target: us.
We’ve no choice but to hold this course as it represents the most direct route to our transmission point.
I’ve ordered the ship to battle stations. I’m confident that my preparations will spare Gibraltar and her crew from harm.
End recording.
***
Once underway, Aubrey had made sure to familiarize himself with Gibraltar’s tactical capabilities, power outputs and engine performance. How well the ship would operate in actual practice, he knew, could only be learned through direct experience. He hoped earnestly that he wouldn’t need to test any of her performance thresholds.
He toggled the intercom on Sandhurst’s chair, mindful of the crew’s wariness around him. “Mr. Ashok, what’s the status on our shields?”
Ashok’s voice gave every indication that he was taking the “changing of the guard” in stride. “We’re at full capacity, sir…but our weak link in the grid vector is the port quarter, aft. I have auxiliary power on standby to feed that section. I recommend you favor that area if we go into combat.”
“Understood.” Aubrey said. He walked up to Lt. Lar’ragos at tactical. There was no good reason for strolling around the bridge to dispense orders and get updates. The real reason, he admitted silently, was that he was procrastinating about sitting in another captain’s chair. It was not only silly, but also unwise. Appearing hesitant or apologetic about any of his actions would make it all the harder for this crew to trust him.
Like Ashok, Lar’ragos appeared completely at ease about Aubrey’s presence on the ship. Perhaps it was the benefit of extreme age and experience, or perhaps he welcomed the brief respite from Sandhurst’s company. “Sensors show the Velk attack group closing at full impulse. No deviation in course. They’ve armed all weapons.” He considered Aubrey for a moment. “Do you want me to continue hails?”
“No point.” He replied. “I think it’s time we turned the page on that part of the rule book.”
At the CON position, Lieutenant(j.g.) Lightner was wound tight. He had served aboard Gibraltar for a year now and had grown attached to the grand old lady. He worried that a brazen war hero like Aubrey might overestimate the ship’s abilities. He examined this unhappy thought as his dark brown eyes scanned his board. “Captain, we’ve cleared the Cochrane limit and we’re ready for warp.”
“Engage, and take us to maximum speed along our planned acceleration curve.” Aubrey said at once. He fancied that he could feel the ship vibrate subtly as she began to shift through the higher warp factors, approaching maximum speed. Maybe the feeling was nothing more than suggestion, but then, with a ship this old, who knew?
He allowed his attention to swing back to Lar’ragos. “I don’t suppose our friends out there have changed their minds?”
“No sir. It’s just as we predicted. They’ve moved into warp, and adjusted course and velocity for an intercept with us. Projecting IP in seven minutes, present speed.” The El Aurian was momentarily engaged by a soft ping from his console. “Probe now ready for launch, sir.”
Aubrey ordered the launch. The COMM probe carried a recorded warning to the Gambis and would broadcast upon arrival at the transmission point. It would serve as insurance in case Gibraltar were stopped or delayed too long by the Velk task force.
He stepped down to the captain’s chair and forced himself into it. “Lt. Lightner, status of our runabouts?”
“Intrepid runabouts Burke and Esteban have matched our speed and are now pacing us directly astern.” He replied, keeping a firm eye on his operations board.
“Transfer control to Lar’ragos.” Aubrey instructed.
“Slaving remote access to tactical.” Lightner confirmed a moment later.
A runabout graphic appeared on Lar’ragos’ board with an accompanying data stream. “Remote access accepted and functional.” He announced. “Attack sequence Aubrey-Zulu programmed and standing by.”
Lt. Commander Pell Ojana approached Aubrey. The Bajoran had her senses on full alert, hoping to dissect the man that was now occupying Sandhurst’s chair. “Captain,” She began carefully, “If I may…I agree with your effort to deflect the Velk attack without further inflaming the situation but…well, to be perfectly candid sir, what if it doesn’t work? We’ll be forced into a direct confrontation.” She added a degree more tenacity to her last sentence. “And that will definitely end any hope of restoring diplomatic relations.”
She had mentioned the prospect of restoring relations as though it were perfectly feasible. To Aubrey, this said more about her abilities than anything he might have found in her service jacket. “At this point, we only have a few options. Reaching the transmission point is our chief priority.” He offered her his best display of confidence. “Even if the Gambis survive, it could reignite hostilities between the two powers, which would further destabilize the region. Therefore, our other priority is to make them understand that the Velk are no longer their enemies. If we have to bloody a few noses to make our deadline, so be it.”
She nodded attentively, as though given a new train of thought to pursue. In fact, the true purpose of her question had been to get a better feel of Aubrey’s thought process and mission priorities. “I fully understand, sir. And I’ll do my best to pick up the pieces afterward if it comes to that. I just hope it doesn’t.”
“You and me both.” Aware that she was still lingering, he turned his chair towards her. “Was there something else, Commander?”
She cleared her throat. “Yes, sir. You’re no doubt aware of my diplomatic experience.”
“Of course.”
With barely contained eagerness, she said, “I’d like to offer my services in negotiating with the Gambis, sir. I could be useful in smoothing their feathers concerning the Velk.”
“I’d like nothing better. Unfortunately, there’s no time for you to get up to speed on their culture and customs.”
“Captain Sandhurst would tell you that I’m a quick study.” Pell said this with an undercurrent of bemusement.
“I’ve no doubt you are.” He mediated on the idea for a moment longer. “Follow my lead. I’ll try to cue you when to step in, if it becomes necessary. But for the most part, I’ll need to do the talking.”
“Aye, sir.” It wasn’t the green light she was hoping for, but it still represented an opportunity. This was precisely the type of high-stakes diplomatic challenge that Pell Ojana found impossible to resist.
The captain brought his focus inward, reexamining all of the possible contingencies for the tenth time, as he prepared to take action. Satisfied, he leaned forward. “Mr. Lightner, please launch shuttles.”
The senior Flight Control Officer was efficient. “Kon’Tiki and Heyerdahl now departing shuttle bay…”
***
Treacherous Waters - Chapter 27 (pt2)
Chapter 27, continued. <combined>
With only minutes to spare before the intercept, the two runabouts slipped out from behind Gibraltar and raced forward, even as the stately escort dropped behind to give them a lead.
Under the expert guidance of Lt. Lar’ragos, the small ships followed an evasive spiral towards their destinations, deftly avoiding a volley of torpedoes from the enemy craft. At a preprogrammed distance, the runabouts combined their deflector power into an inverse graviton blast, which impacted the less sophisticated warp fields of the Velk. The fields collapsed in short order-----yanking all six vessels back into the sublight universe.
The unmanned runabouts began their attack runs. Dropping out of warp, they launched a cluster of photon torpedoes, with each burst set to a specific yield. Detonated in concert, the result was a momentary burst of subspace noise-----just enough static to limit Velk navigational sensors.
Several cutters fired on the small ships, more out of irritation than the belief that they were a threat. Burke and Esteban rattled as their shields soaked up the energy from multiple phaser strikes. Within moments, their protective envelopes began to buckle under the blistering hail of weapons fire.
The life expectancy of the runabouts was now measured in seconds. And it was within that time frame that they turned the tables on their enemies.
Unexpectedly, Burke and Esteban shot into full impulse, colliding with two of the nearest cutters at very close to top speed. The Velk ships went into a tailspin as their aft propulsion units were sheared off by the ravaging impact.
Racing in behind the runabouts, Kon'Tiki and Heyerdahl barreled into two more Velk ships, ripping away their warp manifolds in a blazing fireball.
Only two of the six cutters remained undamaged. The pilots hastened to reinitialize their cores all the while wavering on what to do about their four wounded comrades-----all of whom were demanding to be given first priority for help.
This new crisis proved too much for the delicate alliance. Government lines were redrawn at once as squabbling broke out between all of them. As they argued, precious time began to slip by…
In the meantime, Gibraltar climbed back to maximum warp, flashing past the crippled task force at over eleven hundred times the speed of light.
***
“We’ve cleared the task force and are on course for transmission point.” Lar’ragos said from behind Aubrey. “No signs of pursuit. No other hostiles in the area.” There was a hint of guarded approval in his voice.
“Secure from General Quarters.” Aubrey ordered. The red bridge lights became white.
“Velk casualties?” Pell asked.
Lightner took an extra moment to confirm his findings through the operations screen. “Judging by the degree of damage the ships suffered, it’s likely there were no fatalities or critical injuries among the Velk, sir.”
Pell released her breath quietly, so that her relief wouldn’t be interpreted by Aubrey as a lack of trust.
“You realize that you owe us two shuttlecraft, now sir?”
“Put it on my tab, Mr. Lar’ragos.”
Captain’s log, supplemental. We have reached the transmission point and are continuing ahead. I have personally sent a detailed warning to the Gambis on all of their open channels, using the upper subspace bandwidths that I know they communicate on. We are anxiously awaiting their response.
Pell once again stood near Aubrey. “Sir, it’s been twenty minutes. Are they known for being slow to respond? Or should we take this as a bad sign?”
Shanthi elaborated on Pell’s dark suggestion. “Maybe they didn’t receive us. The missiles may have already hit them.”
The captain cocked an inquiring eyebrow over his shoulder to Lar’ragos.
“The data that Commander Shantok picked up telepathically was pretty clear, sir. At least the timetable was. I saw what she saw, and I agree with her; impact is still a good thirty minutes away.” Lar’ragos looked hard at the main view screen, as if he might spot the elusive specters with his own eyes. “Trust me, those warheads are still out there somewhere.”
Aubrey turned away, hoping to find a silver lining amongst all the bad news. If the Gambis had not been destroyed, then their silence was a harbinger of bad tidings.
Pell ran her tongue thoughtfully along her lower lip. “Captain, I might suggest that we-----“
A warbling cry emanated from Shanthi’s science board. He studied the information tensely before speaking. “Captain, I show a highly localized temporal disruption at bearing zero zero one degrees, mark two. It’s occurring at the extreme edge of our sensor range.” He ran his science board through a few more paces. “I can’t determine what’s causing the event, but even from this distance, chroniton intensity is registering at the upper end of our scale.”
“Could it be a naturally occurring phenomena of some kind?” Pell asked without much conviction. “Maybe an anomaly of some type?”
Shanthi continued to stare down his data screen, as if he could bully it into providing more answers. “No sir, I know of no natural phenomena that could create chronitons of this intensity.” He finally looked up, imparting his concern to Aubrey. “In my opinion, this is being produced artificially.”
The captain listened calmly to the report, without responding.
“Interesting,” Lar’ragos said, “that the temporal event lies directly between us and the Gambis home world. I wonder if-----”
“The missiles are gone,” Aubrey interrupted with surety. “The Gambis just eliminated them.”
The direct statement caused more than one head to turn his way.
Pell looked at him apprehensively, noting his lack of satisfaction. “Sir, if they really did destroy the missiles, then we’re halfway home. You already told them in your message that the warhead launch wasn’t sanctioned by the Velk governments.” She watched him carefully, noting that his expression hadn’t thawed. “All that’s left at this point is to reaffirm this when they make contact.”
Aubrey appeared oblivious to Pell’s conclusion. He rose from the captain’s chair and walked back to Lar’ragos. “Lieutenant, please open a channel to the Gambis again.”
The other man nodded once, and then keyed in the proper sequence on his board. He’s hiding something from us, Lar’ragos thought suddenly. The revelation surprised him. It wasn’t something that his natural gifts had allowed him to see. No, this knowledge came from familiarity with Aubrey’s body language, mannerisms, and facial expressions.
Except he had none of that experience to draw upon. He had never met this captain until-----
Of course. The mind meld. It was Shantok’s experience with Aubrey that he was now benefiting from. He decided that some of her influence might be an advantage in this situation. However, he would need to stay alert to any further persuasions.
“Honored Father,” Aubrey began. “It is urgent that I speak to you. It is important that you understand who is to blame for the attack on your world.”
Three minutes plodded by with no response.
Pell had just opened her mouth to ask Aubrey a question when the bridge disappeared. To her astonishment, she instantly found herself atop a rocky plateau. There had been no disorientation or flashes of light-----none of the usual sensations associated with matter transport. The change had been seamless. Just like that, she was being stroked by a hot, dry wind.
The rest of the crew stood around her, still occupying the same positions they held on the bridge. Those who had been in chairs now found themselves sitting on the stony surface. Pell dared a look over the edge and discovered that the plateau was actually a disc floating hundreds of meters above a rusty, barren ground.
Lt. Lightner jolted in surprise. “What in the name of God-----!”
“Everyone stay calm,” Aubrey instructed.
“We’ve been taken off the ship.” Shanthi said dejectedly.
“No we haven’t.” Lar’ragos corrected from his position behind the group. He looked about him dispassionately. “We’re still aboard Gibraltar.”
Pell eyed the El Aurian conspicuously. “You’re sure about that?”
Lar’ragos scanned his surroundings again. “Oh, I’m sure sir.”
Lightner stabbed a finger upward. “What is that?”
A winged humanoid was dropping from the sky, momentarily passing before a swollen red sun. Eventually, the gargoyle-like creature lighted in front of the crew, its large wings kicking up a storm of dust. Clawed feet scratched against the hard surface as it collected itself before the group.
It gazed down at Aubrey. The creature’s eyes glowed with unnatural radiance. “Honored Father,” It rumbled. “You come before us again.”
The captain chose to be direct. “Yes, Honored Father. I must explain to you about a grave threat to your world.”
“It is no more.” The Gambis replied.
“I am glad in my heart,” Aubrey said evenly. “But the missiles were not launched by the Velk. A Changeling sent them; the very one you mended back to health. His mind is sick. It was he who-----“
“So you informed us in your message.” The Gambis interrupted.
Aubrey paused to evaluate the alien’s wing posture, which advertised its mood. He noted with consternation that the wings were unfolding to the half-open mark-----a position that signaled distress.
Or anger.
He continued on after it became obvious that the Elder was going to offer nothing further. “Father, we now have this Changeling in custody. His Jem’Hadar soldiers have been defeated. We are working to restore peace to the Velk home world.”
The Gambis moved its head back and forth. “So very much like children.” It said. “Your Federation family knows the ignorance of youth, the idealism of the naive.”
“We are wiser than you think,”
“You have made our faith waiver, in this regard.” It straightened its body to an impressive height of two and a half meters. Its reddish wings flapped open and closed while it spoke. “Your past assurances have proven false. You have brought beings of poor character into your family.” Its pupils narrowed at him with smoldering focus. “Into our family.”
“The Velk aren’t completely responsible.” Aubrey said flatly. “There was an outside influence-----“
“Yes,” It agreed in a deep baritone. “Because they are weak. They are a breeding ground for deceit and foreign influence. This makes them dangerous. So they were in the past. So they are today.” The Gambis elder bared a row of respectable incisors. “This can no longer be tolerated.”
“Your blood feud with the Velk is no longer necessary. It is the Changeling who instigated this situation. He wants to use your family as a weapon, even as he used the Velk. I implore you, Honored Father…don’t let him prey on your mistrust and suspicion. He’s an unbalanced criminal responsible for murdering thousands. Don’t hand him victory by becoming his instrument.”
The Elder actually growled at that. Aubrey had never heard the Gambis make such a primitive noise-----not once in all the time he had known them.
“You think us fools?” It snarled. “The shape-shifter made good his plans only because the soil was fertile!”
Pell winced. Aubrey was an adequate diplomat, but clearly he was beginning to flounder. She stepped forward, not waiting for his approval. “Honored Father, we mean no offense. Your wisdom is not being questioned. We know that your will is your own.” She made herself stare into the being’s yellow eyes. “You are correct. The Velk are weak. But our family will make them strong. This is what we do best. This is our history. And with respect, we will not waiver, no matter what is decided here today.”
Damn, she’s good, Aubrey thought. He briefly fantasized about stealing her from Sandhurst.
Stepping back, Pell examined the captain from the corner of her eye, looking for disapproval. However, he seemed perfectly at ease. She concluded that he was the type of CO who was okay with officers who took the initiative from time to time. Her level of trust hitched up another level.
The Elder stood perfectly still, as if mulling over her words. The creature was noticeably calmer now. It folded its wings and snorted. “What will be will be. But we can no longer stand by and allow turmoil and danger to spin next to our home.”
“But the Velk are no longer a threat-----“
The bridge of the USS Gibraltar reappeared, robbing the captain of his protest.
Despite Lar’ragos’ assurance that they had never left the ship, Pell still did a headcount of the bridge crew. She was relieved to find all hands present.
Over the next ten minutes Lar’ragos tried to reestablish contact with the Gambis. This time, their hails were completely ignored. He was then ordered to contact the Intrepid.
As Aubrey expected, the effort failed. Theta radiation from the Bog was foiling all two-way communication.
He sat down heavily in the captain’s chair. “Helm, maintain our heading to the Gambis home world, maximum warp. Lieutenant Commander Pell, please inform Mr. Ashok to push the engines for all they’re worth. Mr. Lar’ragos, continue your efforts to regain contact.”
Pell was becoming infected by the captain’s urgency. It was now obvious that the Gambis were a threat, a bigger one than she had been led to believe. “Sir, they’ll talk to us again, but when they’re ready.” She said experimentally. “We do have a formal relationship with them. That gives us a foundation we can build on. In time, I’m certain you’ll be able to reopen talks. The important thing is that they aren’t in danger anymore.”
He acknowledged her effort with a morose smile. “Thank you, Commander.”
There was a jangle of overlapping alarms. It sounded as though every console on the bridge was singing at once.
“Report,” Aubrey ordered unnecessarily.
Shanthi remained cool, but he was obviously flabbergasted by what he was seeing. “Captain, I’m showing a chroniton eruption again, but this time it’s thousands of times more powerful, and the intensity is growing.” He pivoted in his chair, consulting another display screen. “It appears to be originating deep in the Gambis home system.”
“Confirmed,” Lightner added. “Chroniton intensity has now grown beyond our ability to measure.” Looking somewhat piqued, he turned back to his new CO. “There’s a temporal event taking place, sir. Far beyond anything we’ve ever observed.”
“Red alert,” Aubrey instructed as he strode over to Shanthi’s position.
Pell was already there, nearly grimacing with worry as she looked over Shanthi’s shoulder. “What by all the Prophets is that?” She demanded breathlessly.
“The event is tailored within exact dimensional specifications. It’s incredible.” Shanthi said to himself. Then to Aubrey, “This is definitely not a natural occurrence, sir.”
The captain looked with dawning horror at the science data. The temporal disturbance had now grown to monstrous proportions. Subspace fractures flew at them like knives.
“Shields up!” Pell nearly shouted. “All hands brace for impact!”
My God, Aubrey thought. They’re really doing it…
USS Intrepid
Deck 12
Main engineering
Sandhurst was elbows deep into Intrepid’s warp reaction chamber, attempting to manually re-seat the dilithium crystal into the newly rebuilt articulation frame. Though two engineering technicians were monitoring his progress, it was a task that could only be completed by a single individual due to space constraints. It was delicate work, as the slightest impact could result in the merest flaw or crack in the crystalline structure. This, in turn, could cause a potentially catastrophic disruption of plasma flow through the reaction chamber.
The overhead PA activated, startling the captain and causing him to nearly fumble the crystal held so delicately in his gloved hands. “Shantok to Captain Sandhurst, you are needed on the bridge immediately.”
“Little busy at the moment,” he replied guardedly, squinting as sweat trickled into his eyes from where his forehead was pressed against the lip of the reaction chamber’s access port.
“Captain…” her tone suddenly seemed laden with intensity, a raw reminder of her delicate psychological state. Sandhurst recalled having used a similar tone himself not so many months earlier. “…it is urgent. Something… significant has occurred.”
“On my way,” he replied brusquely. He carefully, painstakingly removed the crystal from the housing and placed it gingerly back into the technician’s padded storage case.
Lieutenant Pal shifted the image resolution on the main viewer again to no effect. As Sandhurst strode onto the bridge, still clad in an engineering jumpsuit, Pal glanced back at Shantok with a disbelieving expression, “It’s not possible, sir!”
“Report,” Sandhurst ordered as he moved to a position just behind the command chair, presently occupied by Shantok.
Without looking back, the Vulcan XO replied in an uncharacteristically tremulous voice, “We detected an incoming wave of chronometric energy emanating from a subspace aperture approximately three minutes ago, Captain. The energy appears to have originated in the Gambis home system, or so its trajectory would lead us to believe. The wave intersected the Velkamis system almost immediately after we detected it.”
Sandhurst frowned, “Was it targeted on a specific--”
“It’s gone, Captain!” Pal exclaimed, cutting Sandhurst off in mid-sentence and earning himself a hard look from Adol at the Tactical station.
Sandhurst stepped forward and glanced at Shantok for elaboration.
“It appears Velkohn is… gone, sir,” she offered numbly.
A shocked expression took hold of Sandhurst’s features and his head snapped up to look at the empty starscape on the viewer. “Gone? Explain.”
“I cannot, sir. Sensors indicate that not only has the entire planet vanished, but all signs of Velk civilization from the entirety of the system. Their colonies, orbital stations, ships and satellites… all are inexplicably missing.”
As the momentous news settled in, Sandhurst’s emotions carried him on the same journey, as had the bridge crew’s moments earlier. “What could possibly do this?”
“Something far beyond the Federation’s abilities, no doubt,” was her dour reply.
Sandhurst cast a worried glance at the viewer. "Any sign of Gibraltar?"
"Negative, Captain," Pal replied, having regained some of his composure.
"Communications?" Sandhurst pressed.
"Sorry, sir," Pal confirmed. "Too much interference from the Bog."
Sandhurst looked out upon the nothingness that had inexplicably consumed the Velk species, and wondered if his ship and crew had been consumed as well.
Chapter 27, continued. <combined>
With only minutes to spare before the intercept, the two runabouts slipped out from behind Gibraltar and raced forward, even as the stately escort dropped behind to give them a lead.
Under the expert guidance of Lt. Lar’ragos, the small ships followed an evasive spiral towards their destinations, deftly avoiding a volley of torpedoes from the enemy craft. At a preprogrammed distance, the runabouts combined their deflector power into an inverse graviton blast, which impacted the less sophisticated warp fields of the Velk. The fields collapsed in short order-----yanking all six vessels back into the sublight universe.
The unmanned runabouts began their attack runs. Dropping out of warp, they launched a cluster of photon torpedoes, with each burst set to a specific yield. Detonated in concert, the result was a momentary burst of subspace noise-----just enough static to limit Velk navigational sensors.
Several cutters fired on the small ships, more out of irritation than the belief that they were a threat. Burke and Esteban rattled as their shields soaked up the energy from multiple phaser strikes. Within moments, their protective envelopes began to buckle under the blistering hail of weapons fire.
The life expectancy of the runabouts was now measured in seconds. And it was within that time frame that they turned the tables on their enemies.
Unexpectedly, Burke and Esteban shot into full impulse, colliding with two of the nearest cutters at very close to top speed. The Velk ships went into a tailspin as their aft propulsion units were sheared off by the ravaging impact.
Racing in behind the runabouts, Kon'Tiki and Heyerdahl barreled into two more Velk ships, ripping away their warp manifolds in a blazing fireball.
Only two of the six cutters remained undamaged. The pilots hastened to reinitialize their cores all the while wavering on what to do about their four wounded comrades-----all of whom were demanding to be given first priority for help.
This new crisis proved too much for the delicate alliance. Government lines were redrawn at once as squabbling broke out between all of them. As they argued, precious time began to slip by…
In the meantime, Gibraltar climbed back to maximum warp, flashing past the crippled task force at over eleven hundred times the speed of light.
***
“We’ve cleared the task force and are on course for transmission point.” Lar’ragos said from behind Aubrey. “No signs of pursuit. No other hostiles in the area.” There was a hint of guarded approval in his voice.
“Secure from General Quarters.” Aubrey ordered. The red bridge lights became white.
“Velk casualties?” Pell asked.
Lightner took an extra moment to confirm his findings through the operations screen. “Judging by the degree of damage the ships suffered, it’s likely there were no fatalities or critical injuries among the Velk, sir.”
Pell released her breath quietly, so that her relief wouldn’t be interpreted by Aubrey as a lack of trust.
“You realize that you owe us two shuttlecraft, now sir?”
“Put it on my tab, Mr. Lar’ragos.”
***
Captain’s log, supplemental. We have reached the transmission point and are continuing ahead. I have personally sent a detailed warning to the Gambis on all of their open channels, using the upper subspace bandwidths that I know they communicate on. We are anxiously awaiting their response.
Pell once again stood near Aubrey. “Sir, it’s been twenty minutes. Are they known for being slow to respond? Or should we take this as a bad sign?”
Shanthi elaborated on Pell’s dark suggestion. “Maybe they didn’t receive us. The missiles may have already hit them.”
The captain cocked an inquiring eyebrow over his shoulder to Lar’ragos.
“The data that Commander Shantok picked up telepathically was pretty clear, sir. At least the timetable was. I saw what she saw, and I agree with her; impact is still a good thirty minutes away.” Lar’ragos looked hard at the main view screen, as if he might spot the elusive specters with his own eyes. “Trust me, those warheads are still out there somewhere.”
Aubrey turned away, hoping to find a silver lining amongst all the bad news. If the Gambis had not been destroyed, then their silence was a harbinger of bad tidings.
Pell ran her tongue thoughtfully along her lower lip. “Captain, I might suggest that we-----“
A warbling cry emanated from Shanthi’s science board. He studied the information tensely before speaking. “Captain, I show a highly localized temporal disruption at bearing zero zero one degrees, mark two. It’s occurring at the extreme edge of our sensor range.” He ran his science board through a few more paces. “I can’t determine what’s causing the event, but even from this distance, chroniton intensity is registering at the upper end of our scale.”
“Could it be a naturally occurring phenomena of some kind?” Pell asked without much conviction. “Maybe an anomaly of some type?”
Shanthi continued to stare down his data screen, as if he could bully it into providing more answers. “No sir, I know of no natural phenomena that could create chronitons of this intensity.” He finally looked up, imparting his concern to Aubrey. “In my opinion, this is being produced artificially.”
The captain listened calmly to the report, without responding.
“Interesting,” Lar’ragos said, “that the temporal event lies directly between us and the Gambis home world. I wonder if-----”
“The missiles are gone,” Aubrey interrupted with surety. “The Gambis just eliminated them.”
The direct statement caused more than one head to turn his way.
Pell looked at him apprehensively, noting his lack of satisfaction. “Sir, if they really did destroy the missiles, then we’re halfway home. You already told them in your message that the warhead launch wasn’t sanctioned by the Velk governments.” She watched him carefully, noting that his expression hadn’t thawed. “All that’s left at this point is to reaffirm this when they make contact.”
Aubrey appeared oblivious to Pell’s conclusion. He rose from the captain’s chair and walked back to Lar’ragos. “Lieutenant, please open a channel to the Gambis again.”
The other man nodded once, and then keyed in the proper sequence on his board. He’s hiding something from us, Lar’ragos thought suddenly. The revelation surprised him. It wasn’t something that his natural gifts had allowed him to see. No, this knowledge came from familiarity with Aubrey’s body language, mannerisms, and facial expressions.
Except he had none of that experience to draw upon. He had never met this captain until-----
Of course. The mind meld. It was Shantok’s experience with Aubrey that he was now benefiting from. He decided that some of her influence might be an advantage in this situation. However, he would need to stay alert to any further persuasions.
“Honored Father,” Aubrey began. “It is urgent that I speak to you. It is important that you understand who is to blame for the attack on your world.”
Three minutes plodded by with no response.
Pell had just opened her mouth to ask Aubrey a question when the bridge disappeared. To her astonishment, she instantly found herself atop a rocky plateau. There had been no disorientation or flashes of light-----none of the usual sensations associated with matter transport. The change had been seamless. Just like that, she was being stroked by a hot, dry wind.
The rest of the crew stood around her, still occupying the same positions they held on the bridge. Those who had been in chairs now found themselves sitting on the stony surface. Pell dared a look over the edge and discovered that the plateau was actually a disc floating hundreds of meters above a rusty, barren ground.
Lt. Lightner jolted in surprise. “What in the name of God-----!”
“Everyone stay calm,” Aubrey instructed.
“We’ve been taken off the ship.” Shanthi said dejectedly.
“No we haven’t.” Lar’ragos corrected from his position behind the group. He looked about him dispassionately. “We’re still aboard Gibraltar.”
Pell eyed the El Aurian conspicuously. “You’re sure about that?”
Lar’ragos scanned his surroundings again. “Oh, I’m sure sir.”
Lightner stabbed a finger upward. “What is that?”
A winged humanoid was dropping from the sky, momentarily passing before a swollen red sun. Eventually, the gargoyle-like creature lighted in front of the crew, its large wings kicking up a storm of dust. Clawed feet scratched against the hard surface as it collected itself before the group.
It gazed down at Aubrey. The creature’s eyes glowed with unnatural radiance. “Honored Father,” It rumbled. “You come before us again.”
The captain chose to be direct. “Yes, Honored Father. I must explain to you about a grave threat to your world.”
“It is no more.” The Gambis replied.
“I am glad in my heart,” Aubrey said evenly. “But the missiles were not launched by the Velk. A Changeling sent them; the very one you mended back to health. His mind is sick. It was he who-----“
“So you informed us in your message.” The Gambis interrupted.
Aubrey paused to evaluate the alien’s wing posture, which advertised its mood. He noted with consternation that the wings were unfolding to the half-open mark-----a position that signaled distress.
Or anger.
He continued on after it became obvious that the Elder was going to offer nothing further. “Father, we now have this Changeling in custody. His Jem’Hadar soldiers have been defeated. We are working to restore peace to the Velk home world.”
The Gambis moved its head back and forth. “So very much like children.” It said. “Your Federation family knows the ignorance of youth, the idealism of the naive.”
“We are wiser than you think,”
“You have made our faith waiver, in this regard.” It straightened its body to an impressive height of two and a half meters. Its reddish wings flapped open and closed while it spoke. “Your past assurances have proven false. You have brought beings of poor character into your family.” Its pupils narrowed at him with smoldering focus. “Into our family.”
“The Velk aren’t completely responsible.” Aubrey said flatly. “There was an outside influence-----“
“Yes,” It agreed in a deep baritone. “Because they are weak. They are a breeding ground for deceit and foreign influence. This makes them dangerous. So they were in the past. So they are today.” The Gambis elder bared a row of respectable incisors. “This can no longer be tolerated.”
“Your blood feud with the Velk is no longer necessary. It is the Changeling who instigated this situation. He wants to use your family as a weapon, even as he used the Velk. I implore you, Honored Father…don’t let him prey on your mistrust and suspicion. He’s an unbalanced criminal responsible for murdering thousands. Don’t hand him victory by becoming his instrument.”
The Elder actually growled at that. Aubrey had never heard the Gambis make such a primitive noise-----not once in all the time he had known them.
“You think us fools?” It snarled. “The shape-shifter made good his plans only because the soil was fertile!”
Pell winced. Aubrey was an adequate diplomat, but clearly he was beginning to flounder. She stepped forward, not waiting for his approval. “Honored Father, we mean no offense. Your wisdom is not being questioned. We know that your will is your own.” She made herself stare into the being’s yellow eyes. “You are correct. The Velk are weak. But our family will make them strong. This is what we do best. This is our history. And with respect, we will not waiver, no matter what is decided here today.”
Damn, she’s good, Aubrey thought. He briefly fantasized about stealing her from Sandhurst.
Stepping back, Pell examined the captain from the corner of her eye, looking for disapproval. However, he seemed perfectly at ease. She concluded that he was the type of CO who was okay with officers who took the initiative from time to time. Her level of trust hitched up another level.
The Elder stood perfectly still, as if mulling over her words. The creature was noticeably calmer now. It folded its wings and snorted. “What will be will be. But we can no longer stand by and allow turmoil and danger to spin next to our home.”
“But the Velk are no longer a threat-----“
The bridge of the USS Gibraltar reappeared, robbing the captain of his protest.
Despite Lar’ragos’ assurance that they had never left the ship, Pell still did a headcount of the bridge crew. She was relieved to find all hands present.
Over the next ten minutes Lar’ragos tried to reestablish contact with the Gambis. This time, their hails were completely ignored. He was then ordered to contact the Intrepid.
As Aubrey expected, the effort failed. Theta radiation from the Bog was foiling all two-way communication.
He sat down heavily in the captain’s chair. “Helm, maintain our heading to the Gambis home world, maximum warp. Lieutenant Commander Pell, please inform Mr. Ashok to push the engines for all they’re worth. Mr. Lar’ragos, continue your efforts to regain contact.”
Pell was becoming infected by the captain’s urgency. It was now obvious that the Gambis were a threat, a bigger one than she had been led to believe. “Sir, they’ll talk to us again, but when they’re ready.” She said experimentally. “We do have a formal relationship with them. That gives us a foundation we can build on. In time, I’m certain you’ll be able to reopen talks. The important thing is that they aren’t in danger anymore.”
He acknowledged her effort with a morose smile. “Thank you, Commander.”
There was a jangle of overlapping alarms. It sounded as though every console on the bridge was singing at once.
“Report,” Aubrey ordered unnecessarily.
Shanthi remained cool, but he was obviously flabbergasted by what he was seeing. “Captain, I’m showing a chroniton eruption again, but this time it’s thousands of times more powerful, and the intensity is growing.” He pivoted in his chair, consulting another display screen. “It appears to be originating deep in the Gambis home system.”
“Confirmed,” Lightner added. “Chroniton intensity has now grown beyond our ability to measure.” Looking somewhat piqued, he turned back to his new CO. “There’s a temporal event taking place, sir. Far beyond anything we’ve ever observed.”
“Red alert,” Aubrey instructed as he strode over to Shanthi’s position.
Pell was already there, nearly grimacing with worry as she looked over Shanthi’s shoulder. “What by all the Prophets is that?” She demanded breathlessly.
“The event is tailored within exact dimensional specifications. It’s incredible.” Shanthi said to himself. Then to Aubrey, “This is definitely not a natural occurrence, sir.”
The captain looked with dawning horror at the science data. The temporal disturbance had now grown to monstrous proportions. Subspace fractures flew at them like knives.
“Shields up!” Pell nearly shouted. “All hands brace for impact!”
My God, Aubrey thought. They’re really doing it…
***
USS Intrepid
Deck 12
Main engineering
Sandhurst was elbows deep into Intrepid’s warp reaction chamber, attempting to manually re-seat the dilithium crystal into the newly rebuilt articulation frame. Though two engineering technicians were monitoring his progress, it was a task that could only be completed by a single individual due to space constraints. It was delicate work, as the slightest impact could result in the merest flaw or crack in the crystalline structure. This, in turn, could cause a potentially catastrophic disruption of plasma flow through the reaction chamber.
The overhead PA activated, startling the captain and causing him to nearly fumble the crystal held so delicately in his gloved hands. “Shantok to Captain Sandhurst, you are needed on the bridge immediately.”
“Little busy at the moment,” he replied guardedly, squinting as sweat trickled into his eyes from where his forehead was pressed against the lip of the reaction chamber’s access port.
“Captain…” her tone suddenly seemed laden with intensity, a raw reminder of her delicate psychological state. Sandhurst recalled having used a similar tone himself not so many months earlier. “…it is urgent. Something… significant has occurred.”
“On my way,” he replied brusquely. He carefully, painstakingly removed the crystal from the housing and placed it gingerly back into the technician’s padded storage case.
***
Lieutenant Pal shifted the image resolution on the main viewer again to no effect. As Sandhurst strode onto the bridge, still clad in an engineering jumpsuit, Pal glanced back at Shantok with a disbelieving expression, “It’s not possible, sir!”
“Report,” Sandhurst ordered as he moved to a position just behind the command chair, presently occupied by Shantok.
Without looking back, the Vulcan XO replied in an uncharacteristically tremulous voice, “We detected an incoming wave of chronometric energy emanating from a subspace aperture approximately three minutes ago, Captain. The energy appears to have originated in the Gambis home system, or so its trajectory would lead us to believe. The wave intersected the Velkamis system almost immediately after we detected it.”
Sandhurst frowned, “Was it targeted on a specific--”
“It’s gone, Captain!” Pal exclaimed, cutting Sandhurst off in mid-sentence and earning himself a hard look from Adol at the Tactical station.
Sandhurst stepped forward and glanced at Shantok for elaboration.
“It appears Velkohn is… gone, sir,” she offered numbly.
A shocked expression took hold of Sandhurst’s features and his head snapped up to look at the empty starscape on the viewer. “Gone? Explain.”
“I cannot, sir. Sensors indicate that not only has the entire planet vanished, but all signs of Velk civilization from the entirety of the system. Their colonies, orbital stations, ships and satellites… all are inexplicably missing.”
As the momentous news settled in, Sandhurst’s emotions carried him on the same journey, as had the bridge crew’s moments earlier. “What could possibly do this?”
“Something far beyond the Federation’s abilities, no doubt,” was her dour reply.
Sandhurst cast a worried glance at the viewer. "Any sign of Gibraltar?"
"Negative, Captain," Pal replied, having regained some of his composure.
"Communications?" Sandhurst pressed.
"Sorry, sir," Pal confirmed. "Too much interference from the Bog."
Sandhurst looked out upon the nothingness that had inexplicably consumed the Velk species, and wondered if his ship and crew had been consumed as well.
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OUCH! I was NOT expecting something that severe...I sure hope they're able to find some sort of way to undo it. I'm kind of reminded of the Krenim weapon from Voyager--wonder if the Gambis found something similar?
Anyway, I'm really enjoying reading this.
One question from earlier in the story, about Aubrey. There are certain things about him that remind me of my AU Dukat--does he, too, have a parallel version that didn't turn out so well?
OUCH! I was NOT expecting something that severe...I sure hope they're able to find some sort of way to undo it. I'm kind of reminded of the Krenim weapon from Voyager--wonder if the Gambis found something similar?
Anyway, I'm really enjoying reading this.
One question from earlier in the story, about Aubrey. There are certain things about him that remind me of my AU Dukat--does he, too, have a parallel version that didn't turn out so well?
[Dr. Frankenstein]It's alive! It's alive![/Dr. Frankenstein]
*scuttles off the get my fix in privacy.*
*scuttles off the get my fix in privacy.*
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Good night! 
It would seem the Gamis have removed the Velk completely from the timeline. Whether they still exist in another time / place remains to be seen. I wonder what this will do to Aubrey's plan to create an alliance with this super-powerful race?
A great tactical ploy by Captain Aubrey to run through the Velk picket. Somewhere, the officer in charge of allocating shuttlecraft and runabouts is going to have kittens.
Well worth the wait, but it ain't over yet. More, please!
It would seem the Gamis have removed the Velk completely from the timeline. Whether they still exist in another time / place remains to be seen. I wonder what this will do to Aubrey's plan to create an alliance with this super-powerful race?A great tactical ploy by Captain Aubrey to run through the Velk picket. Somewhere, the officer in charge of allocating shuttlecraft and runabouts is going to have kittens.
Well worth the wait, but it ain't over yet. More, please!
Nah, the Velk are gone. And good riddance, too.
Nice to see this back. I have to admit it took me a minute to figure out where we had left off ... (Why the hell is Aubrey on the Gibraltar and Sandhurst on Intrepid? Oh, right ...)
We clearly underestimated the Gambis here, the real threat. One thing I don't understand though. Did I get this right, did the Gambis nurse the Founder back to life? If so then how come this isn't all their fault to begin with? Yeah, the Velk are gulliable and kinda stupid but you guys need to take some of the blame ...
Super-powered Avians. Just can't argue with these guys, can you?
Nice to see this back. I have to admit it took me a minute to figure out where we had left off ... (Why the hell is Aubrey on the Gibraltar and Sandhurst on Intrepid? Oh, right ...)
We clearly underestimated the Gambis here, the real threat. One thing I don't understand though. Did I get this right, did the Gambis nurse the Founder back to life? If so then how come this isn't all their fault to begin with? Yeah, the Velk are gulliable and kinda stupid but you guys need to take some of the blame ...
Super-powered Avians. Just can't argue with these guys, can you?
wow. Okay, I didn't see that one coming. But I liked it. 
I also liked how you began establishing a little trust relationship between Pell and Aubrey there. And I loved Pell's little addition to the negotiations with the Gambis. Great way of summarizing the Federation, at least for these purposes.
And, again with the cliff-hangers?!?!
I love it!!!
Can't wait to see what happened to the Velk, and to the Gambis for that matter. I somehow have a feeling it might be a tad difficult for them to wield that kind of power without it having some kind of effect on them, intended or otherwise.
I also liked how you began establishing a little trust relationship between Pell and Aubrey there. And I loved Pell's little addition to the negotiations with the Gambis. Great way of summarizing the Federation, at least for these purposes.
And, again with the cliff-hangers?!?!
I love it!!!
Can't wait to see what happened to the Velk, and to the Gambis for that matter. I somehow have a feeling it might be a tad difficult for them to wield that kind of power without it having some kind of effect on them, intended or otherwise.
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What exactly he did and what kind of person he was has yet to be told. His personal hell is to have that knowledge…and actually see some of those realities with his own eyes.
Don’t worry; I’m not giving away spoilers.
This was recapped briefly in Chapter 13 of this story.
I would again recommend reading parts one and two of “Inevitability” at Trekfiction. (Yes, it’s still incomplete.) But it’s still the best idea for viewing his past in more depth.
http://www.trekfiction.com/directory/series-INTR_1.html
Thanks for your comments and continued interest!
Well…you could say that. There are many, many alternate timelines in which Aubrey never left the 20th century as a child and didn’t perish in a school bus crash, either. In those worlds, he did something as an adult that caused the extinction of all life on Earth.
What exactly he did and what kind of person he was has yet to be told. His personal hell is to have that knowledge…and actually see some of those realities with his own eyes.
Don’t worry; I’m not giving away spoilers.
This was recapped briefly in Chapter 13 of this story. I would again recommend reading parts one and two of “Inevitability” at Trekfiction. (Yes, it’s still incomplete.)
But it’s still the best idea for viewing his past in more depth.http://www.trekfiction.com/directory/series-INTR_1.html
Thanks for your comments and continued interest!
Yep, you got it right. The Gambis did indeed nurse our psychotic Changeling back to life, as he was suffering from the disease that Section 31 infected the Great Link with. But their administrations weren’t without side effects…
As to whether the Gambis are more to blame for this mess than the Changeling or the Velk…
Well, you’re free to argue your case with the Gambis…but you’ll forgive me if I don’t come along for the ride.
Thanks, Mistral. As soon as TW is finished, I'll go back and complete INEV. (Maybe sooner if things work out.)
I plan to post the entire story here at BBS. In fact, I'll be posting all future Intrepid stories here.
Thanks for your interest!
The Gambi are definitely an intriguing race. As to responsibility for this clusterfrackup--I think it can be equally shared out between the Gambi, the Changeling, the Velk, and to an extent on the actions of our ship captains and crews--this is an equal opportunity mess.
Also, some very good character work here as we can see the distance between Pell and Sandhurst and Larragos and Sandhurst growing here in those two's increasing respect for Aubrey who, as far as Sandy is concerned, has become the "other" captain.
Also, some very good character work here as we can see the distance between Pell and Sandhurst and Larragos and Sandhurst growing here in those two's increasing respect for Aubrey who, as far as Sandy is concerned, has become the "other" captain.
Treacherous Waters - Chapter 28 (pt 1)
Chapter 28 <combined>
USS Gibraltar
Deck 1
Main Bridge
Aubrey slid into the captain’s chair as Gibraltar began to quake from the leading edge of micro-anomalies. “Lar’ragos, rotate shield modulation across the upper ranges. Continuous cycle.”
“Captain, I’m reading chronometric energy encapsulating the subspace fractures.” Shanthi’s voice became strained with agitation. “We might experience temporal effects along with the spatial turbulence.”
“Acknowledged. Commander Pell, alert the crew. Tactical, set forward shield geometry to right angles.” Aubrey returned his eyes to the forward screen. “Mr. Lightner, come starboard zero nine zero and keep our bow to the storm. I want a minimum profile.”
Gibraltar swung starboard, her protective blister angled into a short blade, to better ward off the looming collision. Shards of space-time swarmed at the ship, seconds from making contact.
“All decks show braced for collision. Structural integrity at full capacity.” Lt. Commander Pell reported as she took a seat on the upper deck. “Sir, recommend we go to warp to minimize damage.”
“We wouldn’t make it.” Aubrey responded in an almost caviler tone. “We’d still take enough hits to break our warp envelope. And we’ll need that power for the shields.”
Unconsciously, Pell had looked to Shanthi for confirmation. As if sensing her question, he looked back over his shoulder and gave her a small nod.
Lar’ragos counted down, his unflappable timber carrying through Gibraltar’s PA system. “Impact in three, two, one…”
For a while, nothing spectacular happened. The ship rattled, and a low hum crackled through the COMM systems. The lights faded in and out a few times. Lar’ragos reported only minimum loss to the shields.
Well, this isn’t so bad, Pell mused. The storm wouldn’t last more than another minute or two and they were nearly through the worst of it. At this rate, they’d all be counting their blessings.
It was, of course, at that very moment, that Lar’ragos yelled out a warning that the shields had been breached. A blinding flash illuminated the compartment, as if lighting had struck the bridge.
Pell started violently, expecting to be incinerated by the energy discharge. She opened her eyes and was relieved to find the flash had come mostly from the view screen. I should have know better than to think that, she admonished herself silently. On this ship, that’s just begging the Prophets for trouble.
Black dots swam before her. Looking over the bridge, she saw no injuries. She-----
The bridge.
She had trouble making sense of what she was seeing. The crew around her had changed, that was all she registered at first. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, thinking the flash had corrupted her vision. But the scene persisted. Amazingly, Donald Sandhurst was now in the captain’s chair. Crewmen from earlier shifts were sitting at their stations again, including Olivia Juneau who should have been off the ship.
Standing only a few meters away was the late Commander Liana Ramirez. She was alive, and every bit as real and substantial as Pell. She gaped at her, as Ramirez addressed Sandhurst.
“Starfleet records indicate that Intrepid is an experimental test-bed for merging new technology with older Starfleet designs…”
The past! I’m in the past! Pell’s mind reeled at the possibilities. She couldn’t…shouldn’t corrupt history. But the longing to prevent the death and anguish that lay ahead was a powerful compulsion. Her sense of duty began to falter under the temptation. If Donald were forewarned…if she tried harder to change his mind this time -!
Her internal struggle lasted only a heartbeat before the decision was taken out of her hands.
The past was beginning to flicker and lose substance. People were becoming ghostly specters, fading back into the ether of yesterday.
“Commander Ramirez! Liana!” Pell reached for her, feeling a dark remorse.
But Ramirez didn’t hear her. She went on speaking to Sandhurst. “And I’d remind you that Captain Fendro of the Leeds told us Aubrey was on some sort of classified assignment. We just assumed ----just assumed----- “
Ramirez vanished in mid sentence, her words echoing away with her. The current bridge compliment snapped into focus, pushing away the other figures. Olivia Juneau was gone. Captain Sandhurst became Captain Aubrey.
Warm air puffed against her face as if a door had slammed shut. Her ears popped gently from equalizing pressure. She ground her teeth, waiting for reality to reset itself.
“Commander?”
Aubrey and Lar’ragos were now beside her. She hadn’t seen them approach. She allowed her breath to escape; hoping fervently that whatever imbalance she was caught in had passed. “I’m okay, sir. How is the crew?”
“All decks are still reporting in. So far, no casualties.” His look of concern remained chiseled on his face. Now that she noticed, Lar’ragos looked nearly as worried as Aubrey did.
“Really, I’m fine.” she said again, this time with more confidence. “I appreciate the attention sir, but it’s not necessary.”
“Well, you’re the only one who disappeared.” Lar’ragos said with a trace of bemusement.
She looked back and forth between them, wide-eyed.
“We think a temporal fracture intersected the bridge and nearly took you with it when it phased out.” Aubrey supplied.
She evaluated the statement for nearly a minute before responding. “Yes, that would have been awful.” She whispered.
“If you feel well enough to function…”
“I do, sir.”
He nodded. “Then you can remain on duty for the moment. But as a precaution, I’ll get a medic up here.” Aubrey walked away, speaking to sickbay through his combadge.
Lar’ragos hovered for a moment longer. He studied her haunted face with intensity.
Pell frowned, suddenly feeling undressed. “Pava, really. I’m okay.”
“You’re among the living and breathing. As far as being okay...” He touched her shoulder in an unusual display of affection. “That will come in time.”
He moved away, leaving her to ponder his words.
Captain’s log, supplemental: Fortunately, damage to Gibraltar has been marginal. There was impairment to the shield generators and a few non-critical systems-----but no casualties. As a precaution, Chief Engineer Ashok has taken the warp core off line so he can do a diagnostic on all propulsion networks. Subspace and temporal fluctuations are a hazard to warp systems, and I agree with his prudence. The check up is estimated at six-hours. In the meantime, I’ve called a staff meeting to outline the full scope of our crisis and plan our next steps.
End recording.
The captain began his opening remarks the moment the senior staff was seated. “I have something to make you all aware of. You know that the Gambis generated a chroniton blast through a subspace aperture. I can assure you that it was directed at Velkohn.” He swept the faces before him. After a pregnant silence, he went on. “It’s very likely that the entire Velk race no longer exists. I believe they’ve been erased from our history completely.”
The expressions around the table were that of shock or disbelief. All but Lieutenant Lar’ragos. Apparently this wasn’t the first time the El Aurian had seen the universe deal a bad hand.
Shanthi was first to respond. “Sir…with all respect I just don’t see how that’s possible. If the Velk were erased from history, we wouldn’t still have memories of them.” He puckered his brow, as if just recalling an axiom. “Never mind memories, our own history would have been changed, too. Most notably, our mission to the Gamma Quadrant would never have happened.”
More than one head bobbed in agreement. Aubrey put up a hand to regain attention. “The Gambis have an almost complete mastery of space-time. They can erase individual components from history without affecting the causality of connected events. However outlandish that may sound.”
Shanthi scowled. “Sir…that goes against every edict of temporal mechanics.” Internally, he shuddered at the thought of a time-based weapon capable of surgical strikes.
Unnoticed, Pell had become sullen, realizing that Aubrey had withheld information about Gambis technology. She remembered the apparition of Ramirez, and her last words before disappearing. What else is he holding back? She wondered.
From the other end of the table, Ashok weighed in. “Unless we were isolated from the changes.” The sizable Bolian considered Aubrey. “I’ve heard of such things happening before…”
Pell seized on the idea. “That’s right. The storm we were hit with…could that have done it? Could it have protected us from the changes in the timeline?”
But Shanthi was having none of it. “The effects we experienced were too intermittent to shield us in that way. I can guarantee that if history changed, so did we.”
“Captain, maybe the Gambis did something to the Velk other than complete destruction. If we can find a way to contact Intrepid, we could verify what happened back there.” Pell’s underlying assumption was obvious; that Intrepid hadn’t been destroyed by the temporal weapon along with the Velk.
For the first time, Lar’ragos joined the discussion. His quiet intensity was more effective than ringing a bell. As he spoke, all heads turned at once in his direction. “Captain, there’s a much simpler way to determine if the Velk were erased.”
“I’m listening.”
“We have two Velk aboard right now. The ones we liberated from the Changeling’s bunker. In fact, it’s a little suspicious that we haven’t heard from them by now, considering what just happened.”
“True,” Pell agreed. “Now that you mention it, they should have been yelling with concern by now, desperate to know what was happening.”
Lar’ragos shrugged. “So let’s see if they’re still residents of our universe.”
It had taken very little time for the security chief to conduct his investigation. After placing a few calls throughout the ship he had the results.
Despair was more visible on Pell’s face than any other. She looked beseechingly at Lar’ragos. “No trace of them anywhere? Maybe they were frightened and-----“
“Commander… sensors show no Velk life signs in scanning distance. Within the ship or without. All remaining shuttles are aboard. Also, the Velk are missing from flight recorder images and the transporter logs have no record of them, either. All indications show that the Velk never stepped on board.”
“What about the Changeling?” She asked.
“Still enjoying our accommodations.” Lar’ragos spelled it out, acknowledging Aubrey with a tilt of his head. “It seems you were right, Captain. The Velk no longer exist.”
The group fell into a pensive silence. Aubrey gave them time to absorb a catastrophe that was as horrible as it was impossible. Watching them, he began to see a palatable anger emerge. It was no wonder. Hundreds of Starfleet officers dead along with members of their own-----all in a mission to help a people who had never existed in the first place. Gambis sorcery had left their wounds intact. The dead were still dead. The bloody victory over the Changeling must now feel hollow.
Lt. Commander Pell somehow managed to fight her way though a haze of resentment. The weight of her new responsibilities was demanding her composure. “Sir, can the Gambis undo this? Bring the Velk back, I mean?”
Aubrey stood up-----not to close the meeting but to emphasize his words. “There’s not much beyond their abilities.”
“But will they?” Ashok asked. “They don’t seem the most reasonable species to negotiate with…”
Aubrey looked at Pell, allowing his intensity to come out of hiding. “Commander, let’s just say you and I are not going to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
Seeing fire within him for the first time, Pell decided to pick up the hope she had discarded.
She vowed to hold it close.
*****
Chapter 28 <combined>
USS Gibraltar
Deck 1
Main Bridge
Aubrey slid into the captain’s chair as Gibraltar began to quake from the leading edge of micro-anomalies. “Lar’ragos, rotate shield modulation across the upper ranges. Continuous cycle.”
“Captain, I’m reading chronometric energy encapsulating the subspace fractures.” Shanthi’s voice became strained with agitation. “We might experience temporal effects along with the spatial turbulence.”
“Acknowledged. Commander Pell, alert the crew. Tactical, set forward shield geometry to right angles.” Aubrey returned his eyes to the forward screen. “Mr. Lightner, come starboard zero nine zero and keep our bow to the storm. I want a minimum profile.”
Gibraltar swung starboard, her protective blister angled into a short blade, to better ward off the looming collision. Shards of space-time swarmed at the ship, seconds from making contact.
“All decks show braced for collision. Structural integrity at full capacity.” Lt. Commander Pell reported as she took a seat on the upper deck. “Sir, recommend we go to warp to minimize damage.”
“We wouldn’t make it.” Aubrey responded in an almost caviler tone. “We’d still take enough hits to break our warp envelope. And we’ll need that power for the shields.”
Unconsciously, Pell had looked to Shanthi for confirmation. As if sensing her question, he looked back over his shoulder and gave her a small nod.
Lar’ragos counted down, his unflappable timber carrying through Gibraltar’s PA system. “Impact in three, two, one…”
For a while, nothing spectacular happened. The ship rattled, and a low hum crackled through the COMM systems. The lights faded in and out a few times. Lar’ragos reported only minimum loss to the shields.
Well, this isn’t so bad, Pell mused. The storm wouldn’t last more than another minute or two and they were nearly through the worst of it. At this rate, they’d all be counting their blessings.
It was, of course, at that very moment, that Lar’ragos yelled out a warning that the shields had been breached. A blinding flash illuminated the compartment, as if lighting had struck the bridge.
Pell started violently, expecting to be incinerated by the energy discharge. She opened her eyes and was relieved to find the flash had come mostly from the view screen. I should have know better than to think that, she admonished herself silently. On this ship, that’s just begging the Prophets for trouble.
Black dots swam before her. Looking over the bridge, she saw no injuries. She-----
The bridge.
She had trouble making sense of what she was seeing. The crew around her had changed, that was all she registered at first. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, thinking the flash had corrupted her vision. But the scene persisted. Amazingly, Donald Sandhurst was now in the captain’s chair. Crewmen from earlier shifts were sitting at their stations again, including Olivia Juneau who should have been off the ship.
Standing only a few meters away was the late Commander Liana Ramirez. She was alive, and every bit as real and substantial as Pell. She gaped at her, as Ramirez addressed Sandhurst.
“Starfleet records indicate that Intrepid is an experimental test-bed for merging new technology with older Starfleet designs…”
The past! I’m in the past! Pell’s mind reeled at the possibilities. She couldn’t…shouldn’t corrupt history. But the longing to prevent the death and anguish that lay ahead was a powerful compulsion. Her sense of duty began to falter under the temptation. If Donald were forewarned…if she tried harder to change his mind this time -!
Her internal struggle lasted only a heartbeat before the decision was taken out of her hands.
The past was beginning to flicker and lose substance. People were becoming ghostly specters, fading back into the ether of yesterday.
“Commander Ramirez! Liana!” Pell reached for her, feeling a dark remorse.
But Ramirez didn’t hear her. She went on speaking to Sandhurst. “And I’d remind you that Captain Fendro of the Leeds told us Aubrey was on some sort of classified assignment. We just assumed ----just assumed----- “
Ramirez vanished in mid sentence, her words echoing away with her. The current bridge compliment snapped into focus, pushing away the other figures. Olivia Juneau was gone. Captain Sandhurst became Captain Aubrey.
Warm air puffed against her face as if a door had slammed shut. Her ears popped gently from equalizing pressure. She ground her teeth, waiting for reality to reset itself.
“Commander?”
Aubrey and Lar’ragos were now beside her. She hadn’t seen them approach. She allowed her breath to escape; hoping fervently that whatever imbalance she was caught in had passed. “I’m okay, sir. How is the crew?”
“All decks are still reporting in. So far, no casualties.” His look of concern remained chiseled on his face. Now that she noticed, Lar’ragos looked nearly as worried as Aubrey did.
“Really, I’m fine.” she said again, this time with more confidence. “I appreciate the attention sir, but it’s not necessary.”
“Well, you’re the only one who disappeared.” Lar’ragos said with a trace of bemusement.
She looked back and forth between them, wide-eyed.
“We think a temporal fracture intersected the bridge and nearly took you with it when it phased out.” Aubrey supplied.
She evaluated the statement for nearly a minute before responding. “Yes, that would have been awful.” She whispered.
“If you feel well enough to function…”
“I do, sir.”
He nodded. “Then you can remain on duty for the moment. But as a precaution, I’ll get a medic up here.” Aubrey walked away, speaking to sickbay through his combadge.
Lar’ragos hovered for a moment longer. He studied her haunted face with intensity.
Pell frowned, suddenly feeling undressed. “Pava, really. I’m okay.”
“You’re among the living and breathing. As far as being okay...” He touched her shoulder in an unusual display of affection. “That will come in time.”
He moved away, leaving her to ponder his words.
***
Captain’s log, supplemental: Fortunately, damage to Gibraltar has been marginal. There was impairment to the shield generators and a few non-critical systems-----but no casualties. As a precaution, Chief Engineer Ashok has taken the warp core off line so he can do a diagnostic on all propulsion networks. Subspace and temporal fluctuations are a hazard to warp systems, and I agree with his prudence. The check up is estimated at six-hours. In the meantime, I’ve called a staff meeting to outline the full scope of our crisis and plan our next steps.
End recording.
The captain began his opening remarks the moment the senior staff was seated. “I have something to make you all aware of. You know that the Gambis generated a chroniton blast through a subspace aperture. I can assure you that it was directed at Velkohn.” He swept the faces before him. After a pregnant silence, he went on. “It’s very likely that the entire Velk race no longer exists. I believe they’ve been erased from our history completely.”
The expressions around the table were that of shock or disbelief. All but Lieutenant Lar’ragos. Apparently this wasn’t the first time the El Aurian had seen the universe deal a bad hand.
Shanthi was first to respond. “Sir…with all respect I just don’t see how that’s possible. If the Velk were erased from history, we wouldn’t still have memories of them.” He puckered his brow, as if just recalling an axiom. “Never mind memories, our own history would have been changed, too. Most notably, our mission to the Gamma Quadrant would never have happened.”
More than one head bobbed in agreement. Aubrey put up a hand to regain attention. “The Gambis have an almost complete mastery of space-time. They can erase individual components from history without affecting the causality of connected events. However outlandish that may sound.”
Shanthi scowled. “Sir…that goes against every edict of temporal mechanics.” Internally, he shuddered at the thought of a time-based weapon capable of surgical strikes.
Unnoticed, Pell had become sullen, realizing that Aubrey had withheld information about Gambis technology. She remembered the apparition of Ramirez, and her last words before disappearing. What else is he holding back? She wondered.
From the other end of the table, Ashok weighed in. “Unless we were isolated from the changes.” The sizable Bolian considered Aubrey. “I’ve heard of such things happening before…”
Pell seized on the idea. “That’s right. The storm we were hit with…could that have done it? Could it have protected us from the changes in the timeline?”
But Shanthi was having none of it. “The effects we experienced were too intermittent to shield us in that way. I can guarantee that if history changed, so did we.”
“Captain, maybe the Gambis did something to the Velk other than complete destruction. If we can find a way to contact Intrepid, we could verify what happened back there.” Pell’s underlying assumption was obvious; that Intrepid hadn’t been destroyed by the temporal weapon along with the Velk.
For the first time, Lar’ragos joined the discussion. His quiet intensity was more effective than ringing a bell. As he spoke, all heads turned at once in his direction. “Captain, there’s a much simpler way to determine if the Velk were erased.”
“I’m listening.”
“We have two Velk aboard right now. The ones we liberated from the Changeling’s bunker. In fact, it’s a little suspicious that we haven’t heard from them by now, considering what just happened.”
“True,” Pell agreed. “Now that you mention it, they should have been yelling with concern by now, desperate to know what was happening.”
Lar’ragos shrugged. “So let’s see if they’re still residents of our universe.”
***
It had taken very little time for the security chief to conduct his investigation. After placing a few calls throughout the ship he had the results.
Despair was more visible on Pell’s face than any other. She looked beseechingly at Lar’ragos. “No trace of them anywhere? Maybe they were frightened and-----“
“Commander… sensors show no Velk life signs in scanning distance. Within the ship or without. All remaining shuttles are aboard. Also, the Velk are missing from flight recorder images and the transporter logs have no record of them, either. All indications show that the Velk never stepped on board.”
“What about the Changeling?” She asked.
“Still enjoying our accommodations.” Lar’ragos spelled it out, acknowledging Aubrey with a tilt of his head. “It seems you were right, Captain. The Velk no longer exist.”
The group fell into a pensive silence. Aubrey gave them time to absorb a catastrophe that was as horrible as it was impossible. Watching them, he began to see a palatable anger emerge. It was no wonder. Hundreds of Starfleet officers dead along with members of their own-----all in a mission to help a people who had never existed in the first place. Gambis sorcery had left their wounds intact. The dead were still dead. The bloody victory over the Changeling must now feel hollow.
Lt. Commander Pell somehow managed to fight her way though a haze of resentment. The weight of her new responsibilities was demanding her composure. “Sir, can the Gambis undo this? Bring the Velk back, I mean?”
Aubrey stood up-----not to close the meeting but to emphasize his words. “There’s not much beyond their abilities.”
“But will they?” Ashok asked. “They don’t seem the most reasonable species to negotiate with…”
Aubrey looked at Pell, allowing his intensity to come out of hiding. “Commander, let’s just say you and I are not going to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
Seeing fire within him for the first time, Pell decided to pick up the hope she had discarded.
She vowed to hold it close.
*****
Treacherous Waters - Chapter 28 (pt 2)
USS Intrepid
Deck 10
Maximum-Security Brig
The child was seated behind the forcefield, glaring at his captors with an unmistakable hostility. Sandhurst entered the room, still clad in an engineering jumpsuit. He dismissed the two security personnel on guard detail before seating himself on a chair and looking through the energy barrier at the possessed youth. "You wanted to speak with me?"
I wanted to speak with Captain Aubrey," Carris glowered.
"He's unavailable. I'm Captain Sandhurst. If I won't do, then you're out of luck."
Carris frowned and cocked his head slightly as he examined the Starfleet officer. "Captain of... Gibraltar, correct?"
"Correct," Sandhurst confirmed.
"You'll do then," Carris sighed, as if his predicament was an unreasonable imposition. "Release my true form from captivity aboard your ship or I will kill my host."
"You mean release the Changeling responsible for the murder of thousands of Starfleet personnel?"
"Yes," the child replied with a malevolent sneer.
Sandhurst held up a hand and ticked bullet points off on his fingers one by one. "Let's see here... you've killed nearly twenty-five hundred of my comrades, you're responsible for the death or injury of almost a dozen of my own crew, and your actions have just caused the annihilation of the entire Velk species, and you want me to release your Changeling body or you'll kill the child you're inhabiting?" His voice fairly dripped with incredulity.
Carris' eyes widened at the unexpected bit of news. "The Velk were destroyed? By whom?"
"The Gambis, presumably," Sandhurst shot back. "It appears they're substantially more advanced and far more dangerous than anyone, yourself included, gave them credit for."
"Release me!" Carris snarled. The Changeling puppet-master was suddenly terrified at the thought of Gambis reprisals for it's unsuccessful attack on their world.
In response, Sandhurst's eyes narrowed and his jaw set. "In all honesty, my first instinct was to return you to the Great Link as a gesture of good will and reconciliation. My officers tell me that in their opinion you've gone insane as a result of whatever restorative process the Gambis used to try and cure you. As angry as I am with you, as abhorrent as I find your actions, I am not without empathy for a being suffering some form of mental illness." Sandhurst stood suddenly, pushing the chair over and advancing towards the barrier, his eyes blazing with a hatred that seemed unquenchable. "But now you're threatening me using the child as a proxy, and I find myself suddenly unmoved by your predicament."
"I will kill the child! His agony will be unspeakable!" Carris howled.
"What's one more life lost in the wake of all you've already destroyed?" Sandhurst said coldly. "Less than nothing."
"You dare?" Carris seethed. The Changeling released it's hold on the child for a brief moment and the real Carris stared at Sandhurst with pleading eyes. "Please!" he cried out. "Please help me, Captain! This thing is in me... in my mind!"
Sandhurst shook his head. "I'm sorry, son. I wish I could help you, I really do, but I won't free this monster. Not ever."
The boy screeched, collapsing to his knees as he held the sides of his head in obvious torment.
"Here, let me help," Sandhurst called out as he moved to secure a hand phaser from the arms locker along one wall. He said, "Computer, engage security lockout of the brig and erect a level ten containment field around the full perimeter of the compartment. Authorization Sandhurst-Omicron-Delta-Seven-Oh-Two-Two, enable."
"Authorization accepted. Priority security lockout initiated, containment field raised." the computer replied obediently.
Sandhurst approached the cell and dropped the security field unexpectedly as he took aim with the phaser. "If you intend to torture the boy, I'll release him from his agony right now."
"You're bluffing," Carris said defiantly.
Sandhurst knocked the boy off his feet with a discharge on the lowest stun setting. "I don't think you really want to test me right now."
"You... you can't!" Carris gasped, the disbelief evident in the possessed child's voice and features as he struggled to rise.
The door to the corridor chimed as the security staff sought entry to investigate the phaser discharge, but Sandhurst did not respond.
The phaser chirped as Sandhurst increased the power setting. He fired a beam inches from Carris' head that struck the cell wall behind the boy with a lethal crack, leaving behind a smoking blast mark. "You think I won't do it?" he asked in a voice laden with venom.
"You can't!" Carris repeated. "Starfleet has rules!"
"To hell with the rules," Sandhurst growled. "You kill my people, you start a goddamn war, you make me murder my own first officer to save the rest of her team and then you expect me to follow the fucking rules?" The phaser chirped again and he let fly another beam, even closer this time. The impact sent a gout of sparks raining down over Carris' head. "Answer me," he shrieked. "DO YOU REALLY THINK I WON'T DO IT?"
"No!" Carris blurted, the Changeling's mental control slipping in the face of the real child's overwhelming terror.
"I'm going to vaporize the child to spare him the horror you'd so gladly visit on him, and then I'm going to turn your actual form over to the Gambis. I'm going to explain to them that they just wiped out an entire species because of something you set in motion. When I'm done, there will be no end to the suffering you'll experience. You'll know nothing but pain and misery for however long it is that one of you monsters lives." A feral grin took shape on the captain's face. "And I'm guessing that's a really long time, am I right?"
"No," the creature whimpered as it recalled the endless experiments at the hands of the supposedly benign Gambis as they sought to cure it of the morphogenic pathogen. Even that protective custody had been agonizing for a creature born to exist as part of a collective whole such as the Great Link.
"You will never see home again," Sandhurst continued. "You will never again experience the embrace of the Great Link... and with the power demonstrated by the Gambis, not even the full might of the Dominion would be able to intervene on your behalf."
"No," the Changeling cried, "no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no..." Carris curled into a fetal position on the floor of the cell.
His compin chimed. "Shantok to Captain Sandhurst, please respond." Again, Sandhurst chose not to reply.
"Release the child," he commanded. "Release him completely and leave his body. I will see you safely returned to your people, you have my word." He was breathing heavily now, almost panting. "Refuse and I'll incinerate the boy and see you suffer an eternity of damnation."
"Nooooooooooo!" Carris bellowed, the desperate cry finally drown in an involuntary gurgle as the tendrils infecting the boy's neural pathways began to wither and retract.
"So help me God, release him or I'll burn the boy down where he lays," Sandhurst rasped as tears coursed down his cheeks. The pain and anguish of the past few days flowed from him and the phaser trembled in his shaking hand.
Carris began to sob uncontrollably as his mind and body were released back into his custody. He rolled onto his back, continuing to wail piteously. Someone began pounding on the door, and Sandhurst murmured just loud enough to be audible to the computer, "Release containment field and breach security lockout of the main doors."
The computer complied instantly and a security team led by Adol rushed into the compartment with phasers drawn. The Andorian quickly assessed the situation, and with his subordinates covering his advance with their sidearms, he reached out slowly to remove the phaser from Sandhurst's shuddering grasp. "Clear," he announced, prompting Dr. Kella to move briskly into the room, her medical tricorder already open as she approached the supine form of the boy.
"Doctor?" Adol prompted after a long moment.
"I'm not seeing any signs of the infestation," she offered, "but we'll have to get him back to Sickbay for a full neurographic scan to be certain." She then turned and examined Sandhurst as a precaution, in case the Changeling's unique neural parasite form had managed to transfer to the captain.
Adol turned to look at the vacant, tearful expression etched into Sandhurst's features. "Whatever you said," he observed quietly, "it must have been one hell of a bluff."
"Who was bluffing?" Sandhurst replied in a voice thick with grief and anger.
*****
USS Intrepid
Deck 10
Maximum-Security Brig
The child was seated behind the forcefield, glaring at his captors with an unmistakable hostility. Sandhurst entered the room, still clad in an engineering jumpsuit. He dismissed the two security personnel on guard detail before seating himself on a chair and looking through the energy barrier at the possessed youth. "You wanted to speak with me?"
I wanted to speak with Captain Aubrey," Carris glowered.
"He's unavailable. I'm Captain Sandhurst. If I won't do, then you're out of luck."
Carris frowned and cocked his head slightly as he examined the Starfleet officer. "Captain of... Gibraltar, correct?"
"Correct," Sandhurst confirmed.
"You'll do then," Carris sighed, as if his predicament was an unreasonable imposition. "Release my true form from captivity aboard your ship or I will kill my host."
"You mean release the Changeling responsible for the murder of thousands of Starfleet personnel?"
"Yes," the child replied with a malevolent sneer.
Sandhurst held up a hand and ticked bullet points off on his fingers one by one. "Let's see here... you've killed nearly twenty-five hundred of my comrades, you're responsible for the death or injury of almost a dozen of my own crew, and your actions have just caused the annihilation of the entire Velk species, and you want me to release your Changeling body or you'll kill the child you're inhabiting?" His voice fairly dripped with incredulity.
Carris' eyes widened at the unexpected bit of news. "The Velk were destroyed? By whom?"
"The Gambis, presumably," Sandhurst shot back. "It appears they're substantially more advanced and far more dangerous than anyone, yourself included, gave them credit for."
"Release me!" Carris snarled. The Changeling puppet-master was suddenly terrified at the thought of Gambis reprisals for it's unsuccessful attack on their world.
In response, Sandhurst's eyes narrowed and his jaw set. "In all honesty, my first instinct was to return you to the Great Link as a gesture of good will and reconciliation. My officers tell me that in their opinion you've gone insane as a result of whatever restorative process the Gambis used to try and cure you. As angry as I am with you, as abhorrent as I find your actions, I am not without empathy for a being suffering some form of mental illness." Sandhurst stood suddenly, pushing the chair over and advancing towards the barrier, his eyes blazing with a hatred that seemed unquenchable. "But now you're threatening me using the child as a proxy, and I find myself suddenly unmoved by your predicament."
"I will kill the child! His agony will be unspeakable!" Carris howled.
"What's one more life lost in the wake of all you've already destroyed?" Sandhurst said coldly. "Less than nothing."
"You dare?" Carris seethed. The Changeling released it's hold on the child for a brief moment and the real Carris stared at Sandhurst with pleading eyes. "Please!" he cried out. "Please help me, Captain! This thing is in me... in my mind!"
Sandhurst shook his head. "I'm sorry, son. I wish I could help you, I really do, but I won't free this monster. Not ever."
The boy screeched, collapsing to his knees as he held the sides of his head in obvious torment.
"Here, let me help," Sandhurst called out as he moved to secure a hand phaser from the arms locker along one wall. He said, "Computer, engage security lockout of the brig and erect a level ten containment field around the full perimeter of the compartment. Authorization Sandhurst-Omicron-Delta-Seven-Oh-Two-Two, enable."
"Authorization accepted. Priority security lockout initiated, containment field raised." the computer replied obediently.
Sandhurst approached the cell and dropped the security field unexpectedly as he took aim with the phaser. "If you intend to torture the boy, I'll release him from his agony right now."
"You're bluffing," Carris said defiantly.
Sandhurst knocked the boy off his feet with a discharge on the lowest stun setting. "I don't think you really want to test me right now."
"You... you can't!" Carris gasped, the disbelief evident in the possessed child's voice and features as he struggled to rise.
The door to the corridor chimed as the security staff sought entry to investigate the phaser discharge, but Sandhurst did not respond.
The phaser chirped as Sandhurst increased the power setting. He fired a beam inches from Carris' head that struck the cell wall behind the boy with a lethal crack, leaving behind a smoking blast mark. "You think I won't do it?" he asked in a voice laden with venom.
"You can't!" Carris repeated. "Starfleet has rules!"
"To hell with the rules," Sandhurst growled. "You kill my people, you start a goddamn war, you make me murder my own first officer to save the rest of her team and then you expect me to follow the fucking rules?" The phaser chirped again and he let fly another beam, even closer this time. The impact sent a gout of sparks raining down over Carris' head. "Answer me," he shrieked. "DO YOU REALLY THINK I WON'T DO IT?"
"No!" Carris blurted, the Changeling's mental control slipping in the face of the real child's overwhelming terror.
"I'm going to vaporize the child to spare him the horror you'd so gladly visit on him, and then I'm going to turn your actual form over to the Gambis. I'm going to explain to them that they just wiped out an entire species because of something you set in motion. When I'm done, there will be no end to the suffering you'll experience. You'll know nothing but pain and misery for however long it is that one of you monsters lives." A feral grin took shape on the captain's face. "And I'm guessing that's a really long time, am I right?"
"No," the creature whimpered as it recalled the endless experiments at the hands of the supposedly benign Gambis as they sought to cure it of the morphogenic pathogen. Even that protective custody had been agonizing for a creature born to exist as part of a collective whole such as the Great Link.
"You will never see home again," Sandhurst continued. "You will never again experience the embrace of the Great Link... and with the power demonstrated by the Gambis, not even the full might of the Dominion would be able to intervene on your behalf."
"No," the Changeling cried, "no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no..." Carris curled into a fetal position on the floor of the cell.
His compin chimed. "Shantok to Captain Sandhurst, please respond." Again, Sandhurst chose not to reply.
"Release the child," he commanded. "Release him completely and leave his body. I will see you safely returned to your people, you have my word." He was breathing heavily now, almost panting. "Refuse and I'll incinerate the boy and see you suffer an eternity of damnation."
"Nooooooooooo!" Carris bellowed, the desperate cry finally drown in an involuntary gurgle as the tendrils infecting the boy's neural pathways began to wither and retract.
"So help me God, release him or I'll burn the boy down where he lays," Sandhurst rasped as tears coursed down his cheeks. The pain and anguish of the past few days flowed from him and the phaser trembled in his shaking hand.
Carris began to sob uncontrollably as his mind and body were released back into his custody. He rolled onto his back, continuing to wail piteously. Someone began pounding on the door, and Sandhurst murmured just loud enough to be audible to the computer, "Release containment field and breach security lockout of the main doors."
The computer complied instantly and a security team led by Adol rushed into the compartment with phasers drawn. The Andorian quickly assessed the situation, and with his subordinates covering his advance with their sidearms, he reached out slowly to remove the phaser from Sandhurst's shuddering grasp. "Clear," he announced, prompting Dr. Kella to move briskly into the room, her medical tricorder already open as she approached the supine form of the boy.
"Doctor?" Adol prompted after a long moment.
"I'm not seeing any signs of the infestation," she offered, "but we'll have to get him back to Sickbay for a full neurographic scan to be certain." She then turned and examined Sandhurst as a precaution, in case the Changeling's unique neural parasite form had managed to transfer to the captain.
Adol turned to look at the vacant, tearful expression etched into Sandhurst's features. "Whatever you said," he observed quietly, "it must have been one hell of a bluff."
"Who was bluffing?" Sandhurst replied in a voice thick with grief and anger.
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Treacherous Waters - Chapter 28 (pt 3)
USS Gibraltar
Deck 1
Main Conference Lounge
Pell had waited until the room emptied from the staff meeting. Once the doors closed behind the last person, she turned to her enigmatic CO. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
Aubrey was at the replicator. He seemed to be giving his menu choice more thought then Pell’s request. “By all means.” He agreed over his shoulder.
Once again, she was taken aback by his relaxed posture. To date, the present crisis had grown to nightmarish proportions. Billions vanished or dead, causalities on both vessels, and Aubrey’s own ship possibly destroyed…
Yet here he was, sitting down casually before her with a cup of coffee, as though they were discussing routine business.
Had Sandhurst been here, he would have relayed the gravity of the situation with his every nuance. His tightly wound ardor had always inspired the crew to do their very best. They drew strength from knowing he stood not just above them, but also at shoulder’s breadth, sharing both their trials and their triumphs.
By contrast, Aubrey appeared almost serene to the point of indifference. There was no sense that he was holding back any passion whatsoever.
He’s either pathologically over confident, or the most stoic man this side of Picard, she reflected.
At least he appeared determined to set things right. And that would have to do for now.
The captain leaned back in his chair and took a sip of coffee. “Commander?”
Pell started with the main course. “I need to know if you’re withholding any other information on the Gambis.”
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I’m withholding a great deal.” He rejoined pleasantly.
She blinked in annoyance. “Sir, as your XO and your diplomatic specialist, I can’t assist you fully in either capacity if I don’t have all the facts.”
“Allow me to expand on my statement; I’m not withholding anything that’s necessary for you or the crew to complete this mission. Understand, that nearly all information pertaining to the Gambis is classified.”
She sighed. “I’m not blind to the need for classified information, sir. But knowing about anything that could directly threaten the ship, or assist me in negotiations would be helpful.”
“As of now, there’s nothing you don’t already know that would be of extra help. With the possible exception of not having time to study their cultural norms in depth.”
Exasperated, Pell challenged his statement. “With all respect, do I really know everything that’s pertinent? Because it would have been helpful to know about the Gambis’ temporal weapons, or even that they can create powerful illusions, as they did the last time we spoke to them. If there are more surprises like that in store, then I would argue for a little more disclosure, sir.”
Aubrey cleared his throat. “Yes, well…to be perfectly honest, their mode of communication caught me by surprise as well. And I had hoped to resolve this situation without violating my orders and disclosing their technology.” He shook his head slowly. “Obviously, that part didn’t go so well.”
She allowed her tone to soften, realizing that the past few days had crept into her voice. “Sir...I hope you aren’t misinterpreting my concerns.”
“Not at all. I’d be asking the same questions in your position. And probably with less tact. I can assure you, that as of this moment, you know everything necessary to help resolve this crisis.” He spread his hands sympathetically. “Beyond that, I can say nothing further.”
She stared quizzically at him. “What is it about this race that has the Federation so engaged, I wonder?” She appeared to be asking herself more than Aubrey. “Is it their temporal science, or something else?”
His only response was a thin smile, devoid of humor.
“Lar’ragos to Captain Aubrey.”
“Go ahead,”
There was just a marginal emphasis to each of Lar’ragos’ words. “It’s the Gambis, sir. They’re responding. It looks like Commander Pell’s ultimatum did the trick.”
Aubrey and Pell rose to their feet. “Go to yellow alert. We’re on our way.”
***
Before the staff meeting, Pell had recommended to Aubrey that he abandon his repeated hails to the Gambis, in favor of a single, assertive message. She had cautioned him that multiple calls would make them sound desperate. That, in turn, would put them in a position of weakness during the next encounter. Instead, she suggested an ultimatum of sorts: the Gambis would be “allowed” an opportunity to make contact in one hour. If they failed to act on it, the Federation “family” would take great offense…possibly to the point of breaking relations.
Aubrey was taking more of a risk than Pell knew. His orders stated explicitly that he was to secure and maintain relations with the Gambis at all costs. Their bluff could have very well backfired.
As they both entered the bridge, they observed Lar’ragos, who seemed lost in his interface display.
“Sir, they’re broadcasting with such intensity, we’ve already overloaded two receivers.” The El Aurian security chief seemed more alert than usual. No, not just alert…poised for battle.
Aubrey and Pell hesitated near the tactical station. “Something else bothering you, Mr. Lar’ragos?” The captain asked.
He peered at Aubrey with sharp eyes. “Yes, sir. This is different than the last time they contacted us…”
“Yes, no illusions.”
“That’s not what I mean, sir. The intensity of their broadcast…it’s an aggressive gesture.” Keeping his voice modulated and even, he added: “I think we’re in trouble this time.”
“’This time’?” Pell echoed sarcastically.
“Open a channel,” Aubrey instructed. As before, he made the customary greeting, then waited for a response.
A rumble boomed through the speakers, and the Elder’s voice broke in. His deep base seemed to make the room vibrate. “Father, why have you demanded an audience?”
“Your actions toward the Velk have distressed us.” Aubrey replied sternly. “It is urgent we discuss this matter in more depth.”
“The Velk have never been. Our reasons were made plain before. Further discussion is pointless.”
“Our families disagree in this regard. If you honor our ties, you will grant this discussion.”
There was a lull in the Elder’s speech. For a while it sounded like he was growling to himself. Or perhaps it was merely static.
“You will have your discussion. But for matters of such import, you will speak before me in person.”
Aubrey looked sideways at the young Bajoran next to him. “Only me and the honored mother who stands at my side. The one named ‘Pell’. No others of my clan need attend.”
Pell raised her eyebrows at him.
“Congratulations, Commander.” He whispered. “You’ve just been promoted.”
The ceiling of the bridge began to shimmer, rippling like water.
“Uh-oh,” Lightner exclaimed under his breath.
“Maintain you positions, everyone.” The captain directed soothingly.
The ceiling had now vanished. The entire upper bulkhead, which constituted the roof of the bridge, was gone as well. In its place was a tunnel that went on above the crew forever. It was as if they were all standing at the bottom of an immense silo. Several crewmembers that had been craning their necks at the bizarre passageway had to avert their gaze. It brought on vertigo to look too long.
A high-pitched shriek started from somewhere above. The noise grew steadily, indicating the imminent arrival of the source.
“What is that?” Shanthi asked of no one in particular.
Two objects dropped from the infinity above them, plummeting like missiles.
Lar’ragos coiled his muscles, preparing to move in any direction at a moment’s notice. He transferred a small phaser into his palm with such stealth that a direct observer would have missed it.
Two elongated beings halted their decent just a few meters above the bridge. The creatures bore the same bat-like wings of the Gambis, but were reminiscent of the Asian dragons from Earth lore. They were tubular shaped and each had a set of three muscular legs on either side of the body. Their heads were vaguely similar to an alligator’s, but with numerous horns and longer incisors.
Their beating wings created a small hurricane within the room. Startled, the officer at OPS bolted to his feet, only to sheepishly retake his chair a moment later.
Talons snapped around the arms and legs of the captain and first officer. The grip had the feeling of great power barely held in check-----strength fierce enough to crush stone.
Aubrey gave Pell a look of reassurance, then turned his focus to Lar’ragos. “If we’re not back in one hour, take the ship back to Sandhurst. Don’t come looking for us. Understood, Lieutenant?”
Lar’ragos nodded.
And then they were lifted away and into the swirling passageway above.
The ceiling rippled into place again, transitioning from fluid back into solid matter.
Lightning flashed from boiling red clouds. The hot air lashed at them, pushing and tearing at their uniforms.
Aubrey and Pell each stood upon pillars that allowed only one or two steps in any direction-----beyond that and they would fall hundreds of meters to the ground beneath them.
Identical pillars encircled them, and upon each stood a Gambis. Their great wings rusted in the wind. Their eyes were featureless-----nothing but yellow lanterns in the gloom. Dozens of the elongated creatures, like those that had carried Aubrey and Pell, fluttered around the Assembly within a flapping maelstrom. The wind and lightning, combined with the daunting alien presence, created a tableau that felt almost supernatural. It was easy to imagine one was standing before the mouth of Hell.
Neither Starfleet officer was unnerved. They both knew an intimidation ploy when they saw one.
“Speak, Father.” The Elder demanded.
Aubrey lifted his head, wincing at the bruises that covered his arms and legs-----marks left by his flying transport. “Father, you have destroyed the Velk. You have done this despite the knowledge that they were not responsible for the attack on your world.”
“Our reasons were made clear in the past.”
“It cannot be allowed to stand. We are committed to rebuilding the Velk into a peaceful society.”
The Elder shook his wings in annoyance. “You cannot guarantee the course of their future.”
Aubrey had to replant his feet after an especially strong gust pushed him dangerously close to the edge. “We are committed to giving them that chance. Your lack of faith in our conviction angers us.” He folded his arms assertively. “You must now regain our trust.”
“And you would have us bring back the Velk?”
“Yes.”
The Gambis snorted, and a noise like splintering wood rose from deep in his throat. It took a moment to realize he had laughed. “Never. Our course is set and will not be turned.”
“Then take my life in their place,” Aubrey declared without hesitation.
Pell was aghast. She hit her combadge. “Sir, that’s an unnecessary gesture!” But a thunderclap snuffed out her words.
The Elder unfurled his wings and leapt into space. He was upon Aubrey in an instant, dragging the struggling man into the open air. The Starfleet captain hung in the creature’s grip like helpless prey.
“Release him at once!” Pell demanded.
The Gambis ignored her protest. The alien bored into the captain with an invasive glare. “Your motives are polluted,” he hissed.
Lightning arced over the horizon and the wind blasted with greater intensity.
Without warning, the Elder tossed Aubrey aside as though he were refuse. He yelled out in surprise, tumbling into the void below.
“No!” Pell screamed. “Save him!”
The Gambis leader regained his perch. The other creatures stood like statues, making not the slightest gesture on Aubrey’s behalf.
Horrified, Pell looked over the edge in time to see the captain’s body impact the rock-strewn ground. She squeezed her eyes closed, wanting to shut out more senseless brutality-----bloodshed that she had once again failed to prevent.
The Elder turned his attention to Pell for the first time. “It is what he wished.”
“I don’t care!’ She snapped. “You have no right to commit murder! Even if it means bringing back the Velk!”
The Elder tilted his head curiously. “We made no such bargain. His intentions were not pure. Aubrey was an aberration within the continuum. While he lived, the scales of destiny were unbalanced. That is why he sought an end.”
Pell couldn’t process the statement. It sounded like cryptic nonsense to her. She struggled to keep her thoughts focused on the chief priority. “You said his motives weren’t pure. Mine are. If you must have a life in exchange, you can have my life.” She raised a defiant chin. “But only if you restore the Velk. If you reject my offer, I will see to it that the entire Alpha Quadrant brands you as killers-----a ruthless species that commits murder and genocide. Your name will be spoken in the same breath with the Borg.”
Snarling, a Gambis broke away from the Assembly and glided over to Pell. She forced herself to meet the feline eyes. Powerful hands took her by the shoulders and lifted her off the pedestal and into midair. Claws dug painfully into her bruised arms. She was close enough to smell the fetid breath on her face.
Two hundred meters below her dangling feet was a stony surface. Aubrey’s broken corpse was directly under her. She heaved in a terrified breath, anticipating the lethal plunge.
The creature sat her back on the plateau and swooped away.
I don’t understand, is what she tried to say. But her throat had dried up.
“We would never let our family give away their lives, Honored Mother.” The Elder said presently.
“But,” She responded hoarsely, “You just killed Captain Aubrey. How do you justify that?”
In response, the Elder waived a hand absently in the air. At first, the significance of the gesture was lost on Pell. As she stood there trying to decipher his body language, a familiar voice made her jump.
“I said you’ll be denounced throughout the quadrant, unless you bring Commander Pell back. You can have my life instead, but only if you restore her and the Velk. Answer me!”
She was completely disoriented for a moment. She snapped her head around, knowing that she was about to see the impossible once more.
Sure enough, just like Commander Ramirez before him, Aubrey stood among the living again. He stared back at her, reflecting her look of disbelief.
She tapped her badge, feeling as if she were mired within a déjà vu nightmare. Would she continue to see the dead come back only to be snatched away? “Captain…sir…are you…are you okay? I saw, I thought I saw you fall to your death.”
“I saw the same thing happen to you,” He replied with evident relief.
“A trick…another damned illusion.” She inferred acidly. At that point Pell had a very undiplomatic thought; I’m really beginning to hate this species, she decided.
They both glared openly at the Gambis Assembly.
The Elder was either oblivious to their disapproval, or simply didn’t care. “You would both give your lives for the Velk. Each of you has demonstrated that conviction without doubt.”
Taking the cue, Aubrey pressed on. “We would, yes. Their destruction was without merit or just cause.”
“Little Father…you would ask us to breath life back into our enemies. Your request is unconscionable. Never have we reversed a course, once set. If you would demand this of us…there would be a price. A great price.”
There always is, Aubrey thought grimly. “What price would you set?”
“We cannot remain brothers and sisters with a people who would grant comfort to our enemies. If we undo what was done…our bond with your Federation family would be severed for all time.”
Grief began to stir within his breast. “I see.”
“The vast sum of our knowledge would be forever lost to you-----and our protection withdrawn. This could mean the end of your civilization very soon. Are you prepared to make this sacrifice for the Velk?”
Pell saw Aubrey stiffen with anxiety for the first time since meeting him.
“Yes.” He said through a rigid jaw. “Our survival has no value to us, if it comes at the expense of another species.”
“Our survival?” Pell wondered.
The Elder let a hot wind gust between them, as if commemorating a sacrosanct turning point. Eventually, he drew his wings before him, and then arched them vertically towards the sky. The Assembly followed suit, and all the appendages stood at attention, like a forest of leathery trees.
As the Assembly collected their wings, Pell thought she could make out an expression of pained futility on the Elder’s face. It was tempting to think his eyes were watering with sorrow-----that maybe he was even weeping. But surly that was only her imagination.
“It is done. Our families who were once one are now two.”
The torrents of wind and cracking lightning died away. All that stirred was the breeze, generated by the winged carriers as they continued to circle.
“You’ll still honor your commitment to restoring the Velk?” Aubrey wanted no room for misunderstandings. Not with the stakes this high
“Yes. But take note that a perfect restoration is not possible. Even we cannot weld the powers of creation without consequence.”
Aubrey exhaled tiredly. “Then we’ll take our leave of you. You have my profound regrets that a more equitable solution couldn’t be reached.”
The Elder clacked its incisors together. “As do we. You are an admirable people…were it not for your misguided principals.”
From above, there was a howling. Two carrier beings broke away from their circling brethren and descended down towards Aubrey and Pell. Neither was looking forward to the painful and unsettling ride home.
As the massive claws settled over the Starfleet officers, the Gambis Elder made a parting statement.
“Because you once stood as family, heed this final warning; the Outsiders will soon be upon us all. You will no longer have the benefit of our protection or the wisdom of our counsel. Hold fast to your fortitude and your spirit-----you will need them in the dark hours that lie ahead for your Federation.”
Both officers were pulled aloft, but this time with gentle care. Soon, they were lost from sight, disappearing into the orange sky above.
Long after the two figures had departed, the Gambis stood together in mourning. They paid tribute to the passing of what had been. They dreaded what would come to pass.
Locking claws together, the Assembly unleashed a wail of anguish. Their cry rose to a crescendo, reverberating through the barren landscape of their world.
USS Gibraltar
Deck 1
Main Conference Lounge
Pell had waited until the room emptied from the staff meeting. Once the doors closed behind the last person, she turned to her enigmatic CO. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
Aubrey was at the replicator. He seemed to be giving his menu choice more thought then Pell’s request. “By all means.” He agreed over his shoulder.
Once again, she was taken aback by his relaxed posture. To date, the present crisis had grown to nightmarish proportions. Billions vanished or dead, causalities on both vessels, and Aubrey’s own ship possibly destroyed…
Yet here he was, sitting down casually before her with a cup of coffee, as though they were discussing routine business.
Had Sandhurst been here, he would have relayed the gravity of the situation with his every nuance. His tightly wound ardor had always inspired the crew to do their very best. They drew strength from knowing he stood not just above them, but also at shoulder’s breadth, sharing both their trials and their triumphs.
By contrast, Aubrey appeared almost serene to the point of indifference. There was no sense that he was holding back any passion whatsoever.
He’s either pathologically over confident, or the most stoic man this side of Picard, she reflected.
At least he appeared determined to set things right. And that would have to do for now.
The captain leaned back in his chair and took a sip of coffee. “Commander?”
Pell started with the main course. “I need to know if you’re withholding any other information on the Gambis.”
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I’m withholding a great deal.” He rejoined pleasantly.
She blinked in annoyance. “Sir, as your XO and your diplomatic specialist, I can’t assist you fully in either capacity if I don’t have all the facts.”
“Allow me to expand on my statement; I’m not withholding anything that’s necessary for you or the crew to complete this mission. Understand, that nearly all information pertaining to the Gambis is classified.”
She sighed. “I’m not blind to the need for classified information, sir. But knowing about anything that could directly threaten the ship, or assist me in negotiations would be helpful.”
“As of now, there’s nothing you don’t already know that would be of extra help. With the possible exception of not having time to study their cultural norms in depth.”
Exasperated, Pell challenged his statement. “With all respect, do I really know everything that’s pertinent? Because it would have been helpful to know about the Gambis’ temporal weapons, or even that they can create powerful illusions, as they did the last time we spoke to them. If there are more surprises like that in store, then I would argue for a little more disclosure, sir.”
Aubrey cleared his throat. “Yes, well…to be perfectly honest, their mode of communication caught me by surprise as well. And I had hoped to resolve this situation without violating my orders and disclosing their technology.” He shook his head slowly. “Obviously, that part didn’t go so well.”
She allowed her tone to soften, realizing that the past few days had crept into her voice. “Sir...I hope you aren’t misinterpreting my concerns.”
“Not at all. I’d be asking the same questions in your position. And probably with less tact. I can assure you, that as of this moment, you know everything necessary to help resolve this crisis.” He spread his hands sympathetically. “Beyond that, I can say nothing further.”
She stared quizzically at him. “What is it about this race that has the Federation so engaged, I wonder?” She appeared to be asking herself more than Aubrey. “Is it their temporal science, or something else?”
His only response was a thin smile, devoid of humor.
“Lar’ragos to Captain Aubrey.”
“Go ahead,”
There was just a marginal emphasis to each of Lar’ragos’ words. “It’s the Gambis, sir. They’re responding. It looks like Commander Pell’s ultimatum did the trick.”
Aubrey and Pell rose to their feet. “Go to yellow alert. We’re on our way.”
***
Before the staff meeting, Pell had recommended to Aubrey that he abandon his repeated hails to the Gambis, in favor of a single, assertive message. She had cautioned him that multiple calls would make them sound desperate. That, in turn, would put them in a position of weakness during the next encounter. Instead, she suggested an ultimatum of sorts: the Gambis would be “allowed” an opportunity to make contact in one hour. If they failed to act on it, the Federation “family” would take great offense…possibly to the point of breaking relations.
Aubrey was taking more of a risk than Pell knew. His orders stated explicitly that he was to secure and maintain relations with the Gambis at all costs. Their bluff could have very well backfired.
As they both entered the bridge, they observed Lar’ragos, who seemed lost in his interface display.
“Sir, they’re broadcasting with such intensity, we’ve already overloaded two receivers.” The El Aurian security chief seemed more alert than usual. No, not just alert…poised for battle.
Aubrey and Pell hesitated near the tactical station. “Something else bothering you, Mr. Lar’ragos?” The captain asked.
He peered at Aubrey with sharp eyes. “Yes, sir. This is different than the last time they contacted us…”
“Yes, no illusions.”
“That’s not what I mean, sir. The intensity of their broadcast…it’s an aggressive gesture.” Keeping his voice modulated and even, he added: “I think we’re in trouble this time.”
“’This time’?” Pell echoed sarcastically.
“Open a channel,” Aubrey instructed. As before, he made the customary greeting, then waited for a response.
A rumble boomed through the speakers, and the Elder’s voice broke in. His deep base seemed to make the room vibrate. “Father, why have you demanded an audience?”
“Your actions toward the Velk have distressed us.” Aubrey replied sternly. “It is urgent we discuss this matter in more depth.”
“The Velk have never been. Our reasons were made plain before. Further discussion is pointless.”
“Our families disagree in this regard. If you honor our ties, you will grant this discussion.”
There was a lull in the Elder’s speech. For a while it sounded like he was growling to himself. Or perhaps it was merely static.
“You will have your discussion. But for matters of such import, you will speak before me in person.”
Aubrey looked sideways at the young Bajoran next to him. “Only me and the honored mother who stands at my side. The one named ‘Pell’. No others of my clan need attend.”
Pell raised her eyebrows at him.
“Congratulations, Commander.” He whispered. “You’ve just been promoted.”
The ceiling of the bridge began to shimmer, rippling like water.
“Uh-oh,” Lightner exclaimed under his breath.
“Maintain you positions, everyone.” The captain directed soothingly.
The ceiling had now vanished. The entire upper bulkhead, which constituted the roof of the bridge, was gone as well. In its place was a tunnel that went on above the crew forever. It was as if they were all standing at the bottom of an immense silo. Several crewmembers that had been craning their necks at the bizarre passageway had to avert their gaze. It brought on vertigo to look too long.
A high-pitched shriek started from somewhere above. The noise grew steadily, indicating the imminent arrival of the source.
“What is that?” Shanthi asked of no one in particular.
Two objects dropped from the infinity above them, plummeting like missiles.
Lar’ragos coiled his muscles, preparing to move in any direction at a moment’s notice. He transferred a small phaser into his palm with such stealth that a direct observer would have missed it.
Two elongated beings halted their decent just a few meters above the bridge. The creatures bore the same bat-like wings of the Gambis, but were reminiscent of the Asian dragons from Earth lore. They were tubular shaped and each had a set of three muscular legs on either side of the body. Their heads were vaguely similar to an alligator’s, but with numerous horns and longer incisors.
Their beating wings created a small hurricane within the room. Startled, the officer at OPS bolted to his feet, only to sheepishly retake his chair a moment later.
Talons snapped around the arms and legs of the captain and first officer. The grip had the feeling of great power barely held in check-----strength fierce enough to crush stone.
Aubrey gave Pell a look of reassurance, then turned his focus to Lar’ragos. “If we’re not back in one hour, take the ship back to Sandhurst. Don’t come looking for us. Understood, Lieutenant?”
Lar’ragos nodded.
And then they were lifted away and into the swirling passageway above.
The ceiling rippled into place again, transitioning from fluid back into solid matter.
***
Lightning flashed from boiling red clouds. The hot air lashed at them, pushing and tearing at their uniforms.
Aubrey and Pell each stood upon pillars that allowed only one or two steps in any direction-----beyond that and they would fall hundreds of meters to the ground beneath them.
Identical pillars encircled them, and upon each stood a Gambis. Their great wings rusted in the wind. Their eyes were featureless-----nothing but yellow lanterns in the gloom. Dozens of the elongated creatures, like those that had carried Aubrey and Pell, fluttered around the Assembly within a flapping maelstrom. The wind and lightning, combined with the daunting alien presence, created a tableau that felt almost supernatural. It was easy to imagine one was standing before the mouth of Hell.
Neither Starfleet officer was unnerved. They both knew an intimidation ploy when they saw one.
“Speak, Father.” The Elder demanded.
Aubrey lifted his head, wincing at the bruises that covered his arms and legs-----marks left by his flying transport. “Father, you have destroyed the Velk. You have done this despite the knowledge that they were not responsible for the attack on your world.”
“Our reasons were made clear in the past.”
“It cannot be allowed to stand. We are committed to rebuilding the Velk into a peaceful society.”
The Elder shook his wings in annoyance. “You cannot guarantee the course of their future.”
Aubrey had to replant his feet after an especially strong gust pushed him dangerously close to the edge. “We are committed to giving them that chance. Your lack of faith in our conviction angers us.” He folded his arms assertively. “You must now regain our trust.”
“And you would have us bring back the Velk?”
“Yes.”
The Gambis snorted, and a noise like splintering wood rose from deep in his throat. It took a moment to realize he had laughed. “Never. Our course is set and will not be turned.”
“Then take my life in their place,” Aubrey declared without hesitation.
Pell was aghast. She hit her combadge. “Sir, that’s an unnecessary gesture!” But a thunderclap snuffed out her words.
The Elder unfurled his wings and leapt into space. He was upon Aubrey in an instant, dragging the struggling man into the open air. The Starfleet captain hung in the creature’s grip like helpless prey.
“Release him at once!” Pell demanded.
The Gambis ignored her protest. The alien bored into the captain with an invasive glare. “Your motives are polluted,” he hissed.
Lightning arced over the horizon and the wind blasted with greater intensity.
Without warning, the Elder tossed Aubrey aside as though he were refuse. He yelled out in surprise, tumbling into the void below.
“No!” Pell screamed. “Save him!”
The Gambis leader regained his perch. The other creatures stood like statues, making not the slightest gesture on Aubrey’s behalf.
Horrified, Pell looked over the edge in time to see the captain’s body impact the rock-strewn ground. She squeezed her eyes closed, wanting to shut out more senseless brutality-----bloodshed that she had once again failed to prevent.
The Elder turned his attention to Pell for the first time. “It is what he wished.”
“I don’t care!’ She snapped. “You have no right to commit murder! Even if it means bringing back the Velk!”
The Elder tilted his head curiously. “We made no such bargain. His intentions were not pure. Aubrey was an aberration within the continuum. While he lived, the scales of destiny were unbalanced. That is why he sought an end.”
Pell couldn’t process the statement. It sounded like cryptic nonsense to her. She struggled to keep her thoughts focused on the chief priority. “You said his motives weren’t pure. Mine are. If you must have a life in exchange, you can have my life.” She raised a defiant chin. “But only if you restore the Velk. If you reject my offer, I will see to it that the entire Alpha Quadrant brands you as killers-----a ruthless species that commits murder and genocide. Your name will be spoken in the same breath with the Borg.”
Snarling, a Gambis broke away from the Assembly and glided over to Pell. She forced herself to meet the feline eyes. Powerful hands took her by the shoulders and lifted her off the pedestal and into midair. Claws dug painfully into her bruised arms. She was close enough to smell the fetid breath on her face.
Two hundred meters below her dangling feet was a stony surface. Aubrey’s broken corpse was directly under her. She heaved in a terrified breath, anticipating the lethal plunge.
The creature sat her back on the plateau and swooped away.
I don’t understand, is what she tried to say. But her throat had dried up.
“We would never let our family give away their lives, Honored Mother.” The Elder said presently.
“But,” She responded hoarsely, “You just killed Captain Aubrey. How do you justify that?”
In response, the Elder waived a hand absently in the air. At first, the significance of the gesture was lost on Pell. As she stood there trying to decipher his body language, a familiar voice made her jump.
“I said you’ll be denounced throughout the quadrant, unless you bring Commander Pell back. You can have my life instead, but only if you restore her and the Velk. Answer me!”
She was completely disoriented for a moment. She snapped her head around, knowing that she was about to see the impossible once more.
Sure enough, just like Commander Ramirez before him, Aubrey stood among the living again. He stared back at her, reflecting her look of disbelief.
She tapped her badge, feeling as if she were mired within a déjà vu nightmare. Would she continue to see the dead come back only to be snatched away? “Captain…sir…are you…are you okay? I saw, I thought I saw you fall to your death.”
“I saw the same thing happen to you,” He replied with evident relief.
“A trick…another damned illusion.” She inferred acidly. At that point Pell had a very undiplomatic thought; I’m really beginning to hate this species, she decided.
They both glared openly at the Gambis Assembly.
The Elder was either oblivious to their disapproval, or simply didn’t care. “You would both give your lives for the Velk. Each of you has demonstrated that conviction without doubt.”
Taking the cue, Aubrey pressed on. “We would, yes. Their destruction was without merit or just cause.”
“Little Father…you would ask us to breath life back into our enemies. Your request is unconscionable. Never have we reversed a course, once set. If you would demand this of us…there would be a price. A great price.”
There always is, Aubrey thought grimly. “What price would you set?”
“We cannot remain brothers and sisters with a people who would grant comfort to our enemies. If we undo what was done…our bond with your Federation family would be severed for all time.”
Grief began to stir within his breast. “I see.”
“The vast sum of our knowledge would be forever lost to you-----and our protection withdrawn. This could mean the end of your civilization very soon. Are you prepared to make this sacrifice for the Velk?”
Pell saw Aubrey stiffen with anxiety for the first time since meeting him.
“Yes.” He said through a rigid jaw. “Our survival has no value to us, if it comes at the expense of another species.”
“Our survival?” Pell wondered.
The Elder let a hot wind gust between them, as if commemorating a sacrosanct turning point. Eventually, he drew his wings before him, and then arched them vertically towards the sky. The Assembly followed suit, and all the appendages stood at attention, like a forest of leathery trees.
As the Assembly collected their wings, Pell thought she could make out an expression of pained futility on the Elder’s face. It was tempting to think his eyes were watering with sorrow-----that maybe he was even weeping. But surly that was only her imagination.
“It is done. Our families who were once one are now two.”
The torrents of wind and cracking lightning died away. All that stirred was the breeze, generated by the winged carriers as they continued to circle.
“You’ll still honor your commitment to restoring the Velk?” Aubrey wanted no room for misunderstandings. Not with the stakes this high
“Yes. But take note that a perfect restoration is not possible. Even we cannot weld the powers of creation without consequence.”
Aubrey exhaled tiredly. “Then we’ll take our leave of you. You have my profound regrets that a more equitable solution couldn’t be reached.”
The Elder clacked its incisors together. “As do we. You are an admirable people…were it not for your misguided principals.”
From above, there was a howling. Two carrier beings broke away from their circling brethren and descended down towards Aubrey and Pell. Neither was looking forward to the painful and unsettling ride home.
As the massive claws settled over the Starfleet officers, the Gambis Elder made a parting statement.
“Because you once stood as family, heed this final warning; the Outsiders will soon be upon us all. You will no longer have the benefit of our protection or the wisdom of our counsel. Hold fast to your fortitude and your spirit-----you will need them in the dark hours that lie ahead for your Federation.”
Both officers were pulled aloft, but this time with gentle care. Soon, they were lost from sight, disappearing into the orange sky above.
Long after the two figures had departed, the Gambis stood together in mourning. They paid tribute to the passing of what had been. They dreaded what would come to pass.
Locking claws together, the Assembly unleashed a wail of anguish. Their cry rose to a crescendo, reverberating through the barren landscape of their world.
***
[Dr. Frankenstein]It's Alive!!! It's Alive!!![/Dr. Frankenstein] 
I cannot WAIT to read this latest installment!
I cannot WAIT to read this latest installment!
