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MP:POS #401 - The Next Generation

Production Began: 28.11.03

Production Finish: 04.12.03

 

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On stardate 56844.9 the U.S.S. Enterprise-E was attacked by Shinzon, a Reman who seized control of the Romulan senate, and was crippled. On this tragic day a crewmember, a friend was lost; Commander Data served with distinction for over 12 years and will be sorely missed. The torch has now passed to the next generation of explorers.

 

Since that day, over 40 prototype craft have been launched, tested and destroyed. Until one man decided to change all that, Commander Miller and his wife, Michelle, proposed a new design system that sports 20th century spoilers and state-of-the-art weaponry. Leading the Starfleet Security Experimental Craft Research team is Starfleet Command attache. Admiral Janeway, with her knowledge, and over 260 engineers, design, power and agronomical flaws have popped up everywhere. Now Commander Miller’s Akira-class variant has combined failure with success in 3 different trail runs, each improving on the last.

 

 

Commander’s Log, Stardate 57500.0

Today has been one of the best in my career, Admiral Janeway has just approved the Poseidon’s third specs, and we will be testing them out shortly.

 

Commander Matthew Miller, a blonde 42-year-old human-Vulcan male standing at 187cm, sits at his desk, in his guest quarters in San Francisco’s Starfleet Command complex recording his log, when his communicator interrupted his happy moment,

 

"Commander Merryweather to Commander Miller" - the commander shakes his head, to clear his thoughts, what could this be about? he ponders to himself, as he reaches for the terminal to pause the log.

"Go ahead" Miller calls into thin air after he presses the pause button.

"Sir, I have just received a communication from Utopia Planitia."

"And?"

"Sir, it was the infirmary." A deep feeling of regret shivered down the Commander's body as he considered the options, Mich? ... no it cant be, she was scheduled to leave

"Sir, I’m sorry to report, but it’s Michelle...she’s dead"

"No..." Matthew sits there in his chair, staring at the Starfleet insignia; a tear swells in his left eye. Just then, the door chimes.

"Thank you, John. Miller.... out." he presses his comm. badge, and then turns to the door, wiping the tears from his eyes, "It’s open" he calls.

 

His daughter, walks in, sees her father and without any words, walks over and cries in his arms,

"What happened?"

"I don’t know, I’m going to head over there now"

 

An interplanetary shuttlecraft sets down on the rough, red Mars surface and Commander Miller runs out, and is greeted by Admiral Janeway,

“Its good to see you, Commander”

“Admiral!” the commander snapped to attention,

“At ease, Mr. Miller.” The tension in the commanders posture eased, “I didn’t know Vulcans had emotions”

“I'm only half-Vulcan, sir”

“Ah...ok, right this way”

 

The commander is lead into the main medical complex, where he sees a corpse covered with a Starfleet sheet. Commander Miller hesitantly approaches the observation window, places his hands on the window, bows his head and begins to cry once more. Admiral Janeway stepped back for a moment, while the Commander relished his human side. Miller composes himself, and turns to the Admiral,

“How...?”

“We don’t know, she was in a EV suite exploring the spoilers on the nacelle, when sensors picked up a strange sub-space emission roughly 10km from her, the next thing we knew she was screaming.”

“The autopsy?”

“Inconclusive, there was massive trauma to the head, like she was shaken, but we don’t know” There’s nothing more I can do, the commander thinks, applying his fathers logic,

“What about the ship?”

“It is complete, the command centre has been included in this version and the warp engine has been upgraded to an experimental XIII” The commander looks at the Admiral, then at his wife, limp on the biobed,

“Let me find the bastards, Admiral”

“I’m sorry?” At that moment, Admirals Nacheyz, Paris and Jellico walk in,

“Status report?” Admiral Nacheyz barks at Admiral Janeway,

“We still haven’t identified the source” realising that they missed somebody, Janeway introduces Miller “This is Commander Miller, the former husband of Michelle Miller”

“Ah” Admiral Paris walks over and shakes Miller’s hand “My condolences Commander”

“Thank you admiral...Admiral, please!?” The other admirals look inquisitive at Janeway, she fills the gaps,

“Commander Miller wants to find the people that did this”

“Commander, we don’t even know who did it.”

“Admiral, please. I need to do this”

“You’re a Starfleet Officer and you will respect the chain of command! We will decide if your prototype can fly!” Admiral Nacheyz barks at the Commander, all the other admirals stare at this outburst,

“ADMIRAL! I designed that “prototype” up there, and I say she can fly, and she will”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me Admiral” and with this, Commander Miller storms out fuming. The commander heads to his guest quarters.

 

Commander Miller, now relaxed from his encounter, gets into bed and closes his eyes, just as he does, a dog bark wakes him up again,

“Computer, lights” no response, he fumbles in the dark, and while doing so recognises the bed head and bed-side table. He is in his home on Earth, but I haven’t been here for over 5 years, he finally finds the light, and switches it on. When he looks over to his left, he is shocked to see his dead wife, still asleep obviously not affected by the fumbling and light.

“Hello?” The commander calls out, he is shocked to receive a response,

“You are not dreaming, Commander.”

“Who’s there?” the Commander bolts upright and looks around.

“Forgive me. My name is Captain John Readings, from the time ship Relativity”

“Time ship? Starfleet doesn’t have any”

“Not for another 300 years. Commander you must listen to what I’m about to tell you”

“I’m obviously not going anywhere”

“Your historic mission has been erased.”

”Erased? How do you mean?”

“Commander, please let me finish. On stardate 57500.0 you were meant to launch to investigate an invasion of the Federation. However, that has been erased, on stardate 57500.0, you morn the loss of your wife.”

 

 

Back in the present...next day, Commander Miller runs into Admiral Janeway’s office waving a PADD.

“Commander?”

“Admiral! I have something you and the other admirals might want to see”

 

In a briefing room in the command complex, Commander Miller draws diagrams on a large LCARS system, with the other admirals looking on. The Commander draws up information on Quantum theory, subspace incursions and time travel.

“Admirals. Last night I was visited by Captain John Readings, a temporal agent from 33rd century Starfleet.” Immediately Admiral Nacheyz’s eyes roll, seeing this the commander puckers up more strength.

“He claims that the timeline has been altered. Apparently, the U.S.S. Redux was meant to launch to protect the Federation from an unknown alien threat on stardate 57500.0, however those events have been altered and now the Redux’s mission has been erased, he said that it now never launched, with major consequences rippling through the future.”

“Forgive me, Commander,” Admiral Paris leans forward, and cups his on the table “but this highly circumstancial”

“Sir, please. I now officially request the Redux’s launch”

“I’m sorry, Commander. We cannot risk the possibility of structual collapse” Admiral Nacheyz looks pleased with herself, until Admiral Janeway chimes in,

“I think we need to give the Commander his chance. If he fails, he can be court martialed for endangering his crew, if he succedes... then we’ll praise him” Nacheyz looked gob smacked, but before anyone could say anything, the commander chimed back in,

“Thank you, Admiral... I accept your challenge”

 

On the Poseidon’s bridge, modelled on the Intrepid-classes, Lieutenant Troy Harriman at the helm and Ensign Don Garlen at ops work their stations and co-ordinate with other ensigns and lieutenants, while technicians install deck plates, activate panels and do general maintenance.

 

In engineering, Lieutenant Commander Charles Edwards prepares the warp drive for flight, other technicians read specifications and co-ordinate activities with each other. In the armoury Commander Harry Jellico assists with the unpacking of 20 Personal Torpedo launchers, 50 phaser compression rifles, 10 compound grenade launchers, and 400 type II hand phasers. In the newly designed situation room over 50 monitors display information about the Federation, current sensor drone activity, and various other ship statistics. In the middle of the room Commander Miller and Commander John Merryweather discuss the situation, calling information up on the main monitor, that extends across the entire back wall.

“Bridge to Commander Miller” the captain lowers a PADD to the desk and looks around,

“Miller here, go ahead Ensign”

“Sir, Admiral Janeway is waiting in your ready room”

“I’ll take it in my ready room” The commander stands and walk to the left, to his ready room.

 

In his ready room, the commander stands at attention

“Admiral?”

“Commander.”

 

Captain Miller steps out of his ready room,

“Those pips look good on you sir,” Commander Edwards, sitting at the engineering station stands and shakes his hand,

“It’s about time you got promoted, sir” Commander Merryweather also shakes his hand,

“All right, listen up people.” He looks around, seeing that he has everyone’s attention he continues,

“Admiral Janeway has informed me, that the Redux’s name has now been officially changed to the U.S.S. Poseidon NX-92620, the experimental committee has been disassembled for the remainder of our temporary mission and we must now get underway”

 

“Sir, Utopia Planitia has just cleared us for departure.” Ensign Garlen, still at her station, informs the captain,

“Thanks Claire. Bridge to Engineering”

“Go ahead sir”

“Edwards, hows it coming?”

“I have just certified the ship for low warp flight”

“What do you recommend?”

“Warp 4, sir”

“Warp 4?!”

“Yes, sir...sorry sir” Miller looks around...

“Thank you, bridge out.” Miller takes a look around his first command,

“OK, seal all airlocks, clear all moorings, detach umbilicals and initiate the fusion reactors”

Moments later, Ensign Garlen reports,

“Airlocks sealed...all moorings cleared, umbilicals...detached and the fusion reactors are operating within normal parameters”

“Very good. Helm, take us out, nice and steady.”

“Aye, sir” The lieutenant wheels from the left side of his console to the right,

“Aft thrusters at one quarter, port and starboard at station keeping........we’re underway”

 

After a tense few moments of uncertainty, the Poseidon clears the shipyard and heads away from Mars at one-half impulse.

“Bridge to Engineering”

“Engineering,” Commander Edwards hands a couple of PADDS back to an ensign and looks at the ceiling,

“What’s our status?”

“You’ve got warp 9 sir”

“That’s why I got you, John”

“Lets go, sir”

“I hear you.”

 

The Poseidon slows, then stretches and disappears in a blue flash, now warping to their future, the crew of the Poseidon socialise in the mess hall. The captain and Merryweather are in the middle of a story about Commander Merryweather’s first mission, when Claire interrupts,

“Bridge to Captain”

“Miller here”

“Sir, I’m picking up strange sub-space energy readings 3 light years away...they match the ones that were detected over Mars”

“I’m on my way.”

 

As the Poseidon slows to impulse, it approaches a massive sphere, Captain Miler and Commander Merryweather step out of the turbolift, and see the massive sphere on the viewscreen,

“What the hell is it?” The captain asks as he takes his seat,

“I don’t know, sir. Senor scans cannot penetrate it.”

“Launch a...” before the captain could speak, the ship is rocked by phaser fire, the bridge goes dark and the red alert klaxon sounds,

“Sir, I’m picking up 2 un-identified vessels bearing 134 mark 5” Lieutenant Harriman reports,

“Hail them!” the captain looks over to Claire, she shakes her head,

“No response, sir” the captain shakes his head,

“OK, lets try a less subtle approach, Harry, target their weapons array and fire phasers”

“Aye, sir”

 

The Poseidon swings around to stare at the alien craft, a scorpion looking beige craft stares back, the Poseidon’s phaser arc lights and two points join, lock and fire, hitting the ship directly in the middle of the “body”.

 

“Direct hit, sir...their phasers are off-line”

“Try hailing them...” the ship is rocked by more explosions

“Sir! 35 more aliens are now within weapons range.”

“Try and get a message through to Admiral Janeway ensign!”

“Aye, sir”

 

The Poseidon is rocked by more explosions, in the corridors, panels explode, and in engineering the massive warp core goes dark,

“Engineering to Bridge”

“Yes Edwards?” the captain’s hastened reply came through a little distorted,

“Sir, the warp core has just gone off-line”

“T.. r...” the interference increases and the captain is phased out,

“Engineering? ... Engineering!?” on the bridge, the Captain and Commander look at each other,

“John, get down there, see what’s going on”

“Aye, sir” the commander launches out of his chair and into the turbolift,

“Sir! The aliens are drawing closer”

“Harry!”

“Sir, weapons are off-line...” Commander Jellico, usually a calm and collected blonde haired 30 year old human male was now really concerned, however Ensign Garlen interrupts him

“Everything’s going off-line, shields, impulse engines, warp drive, main power”

“Switch to backup. Did you manage to get a message through?”

“I don’t know sir,” the bridge, now really dark, re-illuminates.

”SIR! The alien craft are now 50 km from our hull, their attaching” the ship rocks “some sort of drill to the hull”

“Intruder Alert!” the computer screams,

“All security personnel, report to deck 5 section 3” Commander Jellico looks at the captain, and he nods. The commander leaves the bridge, and an ensign takes his place.

 

On Earth, Admiral Janeway is sitting at her desk, when the computer alerts her to an incoming message, she presses a couple of buttons,

“Admiral Janeway...this is Captain Miller of the Poseidon...We are...attack...unknown...assist...ed”

The admiral stands and runs out,

 

On the Poseidon, security personal take up defensive positions in sheltered parts of deck 5 as the ceiling is cut open. Armed with phaser compression rifles, Commander Jellico and his team watch as tall dark skinned reptilian aliens jump down, the first few are pot shotted at and killed, while a further 3 holes develop in the ceiling.

 

On the bridge Captain Miller monitors the situation,

“Engineering to bridge!” Commander Evans concerned voice comes through clear.

“Bridge here”

“Sir, we have a problem” a slight pause ensues,

“Well, don’t keep it to yourself”

“The warp core has taken a direct hit, it is going critical”

“Can you stop it?”

“Commander Edwards might be able to, but he’s incapacitated at the moment”

“Bridge to Sickbay...” no response,

“Bridge to Sickbay...” no response again,

 

In sickbay, a rather large ceiling hole has unleashed 10 aliens on the un-suspecting medical staff, they lay strewn across the floor, one of the reptiles begins trying to access the ships computer, however due to new security features, he is rejected with the computer telling him,

“All computer functions have been transferred to the bridge”

 

As more scorpion ships converge on the Poseidon, the U.S.S. Australia arrives and begins firing on the ships attached to the hull.

 

On the Poseidon bridge, Captain Miller is stunned by the new events,

“Sir, the U.S.S. Hodges is hailing us”

“On screen”

“Heard you might need some assistance captain?”

“Your timing is impeccable, Admiral”

“Sir! The ships are retreating”

“Do you require further assistance, Captain?”

“No, I think we can manage it from here”

“Very good, Janeway out”

 

Commander Evans walks into sickbay, sees the hole and sees the dead crew,

“Evans to the Captain”

“Go ahead”

“Sir, I think you’d better get down to Sickbay”

“I’m on my way”

 

Captain Miller walks into sickbay to see a Long Term Medical Hologram covering bodies with sheets,

“Commander?”

“Sir, this is the L.M.H. the entire medical staff are dead.” The captain and commander share a sad glance, then the captain heads over to the doctor,

“Doctor...what’s the causality count?”

“81 casualties, 45 wounded, 25 critical, 11 dead. The most serious patient is Commander Edwards over here, he received a concussion when a bulkhead fell on him”

“Can you treat him?”

“I wouldn’t be much of a doctor if I couldn’t” the captain looks back at the commander shocked by such rudeness.

“Bridge to Captain”

“Go ahead”

“Sir, we have just received a communication from Starfleet Command. The Klingons have somehow learned of the Poseidon and are demanding our immediate disassembly”

“Set a course, I’m on my way”

“Aye, sir” as the captain and commander toward the door, the captain turns,

“Doctor, please inform me when Commander Edwards is on his feet again.” Without waiting for a reply, the two officers leave the sickbay.

 

 

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MP:POS #404 - The Beginning

Production Began: 17.12.03

Production Finish: 18.12.03

 

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As Peregin-fighter draws closer the a planet, Cardassian warships draw closer to it. As it swings past the planet it launches two blue torpedoes, that impact in the atmosphere, spreading lethal trilithium into the population.

 

On board a blonde haired man stands and sees the carnage. His small crew look in awe at the devastation.

 

“The resin is spreading throughout the planet, we did it Michael” a red-haired women sitting at conn reported.

 

As the massive Poseidon warps through space, Captain Miller walks into Sickbay, to see an empty biobed,

“Computer, activate the L.M.H.”

“Good evening, sir.” The L.M.H. obvious programming was very crisp and straight-to-the-point,

“Where is Commander Edwards?”

“He has been healed, I released him to his quarters.”

 

A couple of hours later the captain sits in his quarters reading a book, when his terminal illuminates and displays a “Priority 1 transmission” message, pushing the big button in the middle of the pad,

 

“Miller, alpha tango 4-3-2-9” after he states his clearance code, an image of Admiral Janeway appears,

“Admiral?”

“Captain Miller, I’m afraid I have some bad news”

 

 

Captain Miller sits at his desk in his ready room reviewing the latest sensor data on a comet cluster when Commander Edwards, the chief engineer was looking worn and dirty, and Commander Evans, the first officer looked well rested. The three mates from the academy stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, then Miller stands and stares out of his window, he takes a deep breathe, but does not turn around,

“We’ve been recalled” Both commanders stare at each other,

“What!?” was all that Edwards could muster,

“The Klingons have demanded that we be de-commissioned because of our militaristic nature.” The captain sighs deeply before continuing, “Or they will withdraw their peace treaty”

“I cant believe your letting them do this! You’ve told us, ever since we met, that Starfleet needed teeth.” Edwards turns to Evans for support, “Tell him he’s crazy, that that’s guilt talking, not Matthew Miller!” the captain saves Evans from a difficult decision,

“It’s not that simple anymore Edwards, I am now a captain, I have lives to consider”

“Commander,” he turns to Evans, “please make the course change, straight for the Utopia Planitia”

“Aye, sir”

 

In a darkened gray room, 3 Walrus-like creatures sit around a circular table, obviously from different factions, due to the hostilities between them,

“It could simply have been a coincidence”

“Your being naïve, the Tyi system is only 10 light years away”

“It was because of your incompetence that I lost 100 of my best troops” the quiet walrus speaks up, another person walks into the room, shrouded by a berika-type suit, he appeared humanoid, but in control of the aliens,

“ENOUGH!” he commanded, they immediately ceased bickering,

“How long until the device is ready?”

“2 months, we need to run more tests” the quiet Walrus informs the leader,

“We will never get anywhere if all we do is run tests.” At this, the leader stares at the large Walrus, and immediately a hidden collar sends electric shocks to its fur-covered neck.

“You have 4 weeks.” And with this, the leader leaves, and the bickering resumes.

 

In engineering, Edwards is approached by some junior officers,

“Excuse me, sir”

“What is it?”

“We were wondering if the rumors were true?”

“Oh? And what rumors would they be?”

“The Poseidon has been scraped. And that the Klingons are threatening war”

“It is true. We are heading for home”

 

In sickbay, the L.M.H. overhears two nurses talking about the return to Earth, and uses his link to the computer core and informs them of strange activities by the Captain. As the rumor mill flows, the nurses, during their break, talk to the junior engineers, who then talk to Commander Edwards. Commander Edwards then approaches the first officer. He hands him a PADD of information, detailing strange information requests from the captain.

 

The commander enters the captains ready room, and questions him about the information,

“I’ve just noticed some strange orders coming from Starfleet Command”

“Oh? What sort of orders, sir?” The captain swivels his terminal to face the commander, he stands and points out different sectors with Federation outposts,

“These sectors border the farthest reaches of the Federation, and these ones here grow dangerously close to the Romulan border”

“So what is it that your saying?”

“I’m saying there is an attempt to gain control of vital Federation sectors, and their growing. Strange readings are being detected across the Federation. This outpost” the captain presses a few buttons, and Outpost 670 in sector 1910 appears,

“Outpost 670 was evacuated for 3 days, no explanation given, however the commander was re-assigned to desk duty back on Earth, while Admiral Nevochavich took control”

“And here, Outpost 708 bordering the Bajoran system changed hands 2 days ago.”

“OK, if your right...”

“If I’m right an invasion of the Federation is under way, and we’re too late to stop it.”

“So what do you want to do?”

“Tell no one, for all we know there may be an infected onboard.”

“Aye, sir” the ominous mood was interrupted by Lt. Harriman at the CONN,

“Bridge to Captain”

“Miller here, go ahead Troy”

“Sir, we are entering Sector 001”

“I’m on my way”

The captain and first officer walk out of the room.

 

The same Peregin-fighter draws closer to another planet, it launches two blue torpedoes, that impact in the atmosphere, spreading lethal trilithium into the population.

 

On board a blonde haired man stands and sees the carnage. His small crew smile in satisfaction and they warp away to their next target.

 

As the Poseidon draws past Saturn a mysterious band of energy draws toward the ship, acting like a magnet, the Poseidon is attacked. On the bridge, the red alert klaxon sounds, the bridge dims, and the ship rocks violently from side to side, across the ship power is lost, and a strange energy warps the deck, lifting crewmembers and throwing them against the ceiling and walls. In engineering, the cylindrical warp core attracts the energy like a magnet. Sparks fly from different points across the core, with a non-standard warp core - lying flat across the engine room - the room electrifies, crewmembers become trapped in the power, and are shaken to death.

 

On the bridge, the senior officers try to establish the ships condition but to no avail with the energy ribbon making a deafening sound, no reports can be given. The ribbon comes through the bulkhead and captures junior officers and throws them against the viewscreen. The ribbons heads upward to the ceiling and its parting gift is de-stabilising a bulkhead, the beam comes crashing down, the captain manages to dive out of the way, however Commander Evans is trapped and the beam crushes him, he lays where he fell, his head contains a piece of shrapnel right between his eyes. The captain bends down, feels for a pulse, and begins sobbing, finding no pulse, the captain gets his index finger and thumb and closes his eyes, wiping the tears from his face,

“Resume course.”

 

As the Poseidon leaves, the ribbon goes through Saturn causing massive cloud movement and the rings begin to wobble.

 

In the Walrus room, the 3 aliens discuss the Poseidon, the leader walks in and congratulates the 3rd walrus,

“Good job, Ge’Hosk”

 

The Poseidon, now docked with Utopia Planitia and with massive scars from its incident, powers down.

 

Captain Miller walks off the gantry and onto the shipyards corridor. Admiral Janeway is waiting for him, and sees the anti-grav stretcher containing Commander Evans’ limp body.

“I’m so sorry, Captain.”

“He was my best mate.” The captain tries to contain his emotions, remembering his fathers advice.

“Can you give me any details on the energy?”

“It was massive, Admiral. A deafening sound was made while it waved through the decks, picking up anyone in the way and throwing them against the ceiling or the walls. It came into contact with the warp core and, according Commander Edwards, sparks flew and it grabbed crewmembers and shook them to death.” By now, the Admiral and Miller had reached an office,

“How many causalities today?”

“22 in engineering, 28 in the corridors, 10 died in sickbay and Commander Evans.”

“And what about in your attack a week ago?”

“We lost 58 people there. So on my very first mission I lost 118 people, that’s 39% of my crew”

“Captain...slow down. You were following orders. What about your medical staff?”

“The doctor, and 5 nurses were killed”

“Would you like...”

“No, I’m going to try out the new L.M.H.”

“Doctor Zimmerman would be proud”

“I will keep him informed”

“I’m afraid I’ve got some more orders for you.”

“Oh? What about the Klingons?”

“The Cardies are now a worry. We have just received word from them. The Maquis are back”

“WHAT!?” the captain looks dumbfounded

“We received word from the New Zealand penal colony, Michael Eddington escaped at 02 hundred last Monday.”

“May I ask how he escaped?”

“We are still investigating. While we do, I want you to go and investigate.”

“Admiral, no, please!”

“I’m sorry, captain but you’re the closest ship”

“What about the Mayflower? Or the Melbourne?”

“They are both awaiting a re-fit. 6 months tops” the captain sighs heavily, and considers the consequences,

“On one condition, Admiral.”

“Name it?”

 

 

On the Poseidon’s bridge, shipyard techs work to repair the fallen bulkhead, strewn consoles and dust and shards of glass. The captain walks around the devastation and sees the commitment his crew is putting in, I’m not ready for this he thinks to himself, he heads to his ready room.

 

Meanwhile, outside the Poseidon, 10 Peregin-fighters, 5 Danube-class runabouts and 9 type-2 shuttlecraft approach and land in the through deck shuttlebay. In the middle of the deck, 50 troops line in divisions of 10. The captain walks onto the deck, all the troops snap to attention,

“Major Chase DeCampo reporting for duty, SIR!” the major stares straight ahead, Captain Miller weaves in and out of the troop lines, he then weaves back to the Major,

“Major DeCampo, what is your role here?”

“To provide tactical assistance for the Poseidon and her crew”

“Where are we going?”

“Tyi Alpha IX to find the traitor Michael Eddington”

“Very good Major. At ease before you break something.”

“Aye, sir” he relaxed and at seeing this, the other troops relaxed, with the hands interlocked behind their backs, they still held their forward stare.

“DISMISSED!” the captain felt powerful with that command, and the troops left the bay. Meanwhile another shuttlecraft lands and a Commander walks out,

“Commander Lena Stanozlof reporting for duty, SIR!”

“You too! At ease before you break something.” Immediately, the captain felt a certain lust for his new XO, an uneasy feeling swamped him, No, Dammit, not now!, the captains heart fluttered and missed a few beats, her blonde hair, her spotless and perfect face, her sleek physic, her strong legs, the commander shakes his head,

“Sir?”

”Hm?” the captain was still in a daze,

“How are you, sir?” The commander looked concerned as her new captain looked at his feet,

“Oh! I’m fine...I’m sorry. Right this way”

 

 

The senior officers assembled in the situation room, with the many monitors surrounding the room displaying various ship functions, and the central monitor displaying a smallish picture of Commander Evans, and the other crewmembers lost during their first mission. The captain and commander walk in,

“OK people, this is Commander Lena Stanozlof, she will never replace John, but she is the new XO”

“Hi all” The senior staff stand and greet the commander, shaking hands and exchanging general pleasantries. Commander Edwards walks over to the Captain,

“Tell me sir,” the captain looks at him, “Did you pick her?”

“What? Oh, yeah - because of her service record”

“Sure, sure” the commander nudges his captain, the L.M.H. approaches the captain,

“I would like to thank you, sir.” The captain stares inquisitively at his doctor,

“For activating the holoemitters on all decks”

“Oh, mo prob doc!”

“Now, how are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better...” the captain didn’t particularly want to discuss it in front of his subordinates, but the Doc pursued it,

“But?”

“Look, doc! I’m doing the breast I...” the entire bridge stared at him, he seemed to have said that loud, “the best I can.” The crew settled somewhat, then Commander Stanozlof walks over,

“Are you OK sir?”

“I’m fine.” The crew begins to leave,

“Do you mind me going to my quarters?”

“No, in fact when you get to your quarters, why don’t you send me your lips...” there was a long pause, the crew stoped walking and stared at the captain, commander Evans smiled and silently laughed, “lisp...” the captain tried again, but to no avail, “list. Why don’t you send me a list of what you like to eat, and I’ll prepare it.”

“Sir?”

“An introductory dinner with the captain, it is mandatory for all new senior officers” Lena turned to the senior members, and they tried hard to quickly wipe the smirk off their faces, but they were too slow, and they nodded.

 

In the room, the Walruses discuss the device when the leader walks in, Ge’Hosk reports,

“Sir, the device is ready for launch.”

“Very good, you may send it to any target”

“I’ll inform my men to send it to their second colony in their home system.”

“Mars?”

“Yes.”

“Very good.”

 

The Peregin-fighter approaches Tyi Alpha IX, its current base of operations, a class-D world in un-occupied space.

 

Michael Eddington stands, and watches the world grow larger in the window.

 

The ship lands and re-fuels, various alien technicians work on adding phaser banks and photon torpedo launchers to the ship.

 

“We will give the Poseidon a run for its money, lets see where their loyalties lie.”

The new marine corps. platoon on the Poseidon train on the holodeck with the latest weaponry, Compound Grenade Launchers and a Tetryon Pulse Disrupter. Various aliens appear, and target practice begins.

 

A captain stands in the middle of a white-wash, he hears a constant heart beat, and then his senior officers from Deep Space 9 appear, they begin speaking in riddles,

“The Sisko has a new task, a new path.”

“What path? Sisko enquires

“A path that will save destruction.” Images flash of Eddington, Miller and the Walrus aliens,

“Eddington!” The captain’s teeth grind together at the sight of the traitor, who he thought he put in jail,

“You must stop them”

 

And with that, Captain Sisko is placed on the runabout that he left in orbit of Bajor, and he accesses the Federation database, establishes where the Poseidon is and sets a course. The Yangsekian stretches and warps away.

 

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[Captain Ericks 0]

Um, I hate to be the one to do this, but I'm pretty sure Eddinton is dead.

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Um, I hate to be the one to do this, but I'm pretty sure Eddinton is dead.

mm hmm, temporal instability....explained next episode

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MP:POS #405 – Warfront

 

Earth Year: 2932

Location: U.S.S. Relativity.

Captain Readings sits in his ready room, reading a book when his blonde haired tall human first officer burst in,

“SIR!”

“Commander?”

“We must alter history.”

“Slow down, take a breath...what do you mean?” The commander sits in the chair opposite the Captain,

“I have been analysing circa Stardate 57500.0, and have noted some major inconsistencies.”

“Why don’t you run me through them?”

“Aye, sir. It all started 4 months ago, local time of course, when Michelle Miller was attacked and killed by a strange sub-space energy, an energy that will eventually be discovered as a temporal signature emanating from the Vorhsoth, then 2 months later Commander Eddington and the Maquis returned, attacking Cardassian targets, this “minor” detail would instigate the largest changes in the timeline ever. Then, Captain Sisko was released out of the Bajoran wormhole, where he discovered that the Dominion War never took place. The U.S.S. Poseidon was then attacked by a Vorhsoth anomaly and Commander Merryweather was killed, bringing in Commander Stanozlof, she was meant to be the counsellor of the Poseidon, not the First Officer.”

There was a devastating silence, after what seemed like an eternity Captain Readings breathes and stands,

“Temporal Restoration huh?”

“Yes, sir”

“What are the consequences?”

“There are only 2 consequences that the computer has drafted.”

“And they are?” The commander was very reserved at the next piece of information but he tried,

“Either the Vorhsoth will never threaten the Federation …or…” The commander halted here, an ominous silence ensued,

“Or?”

“The Vorhsoth will attack and destroy the Federation.” Another silence ensued…

 

A massive white flash embraced Captain Sisko, Commander Eddington, the attacked Cardassian colonies, the Maquis fighters, Mars, Utopia Planitia and finally ...Earth…

 

02:00am Ship local time (SLT).

The Poseidon gracefully warps through the emptiness of space.

 

“Bridge to the captain.” Captain Miller stirs from his slumber in his dark quarters,

“Miller here,” the captain rises, and rests on one elbow,

“Sir, we are receive a priority one transmission from Starfleet Command, its Admiral Janeway” The captain, now out of bed raises the lights to 45% normal level, and puts on his uniform shirt,

“Put her through.” The captain steps through his pants, with continuous black, his red shirt was un-zipped to show his singlet underneath, as the display illuminates he zips his red command shirt,

“Miller alpha tango 4-4-7-9.” He applies his four pips, an image of Admiral Janeway appears,

“Captain Miller, first of all, I would like to extend my condolences to you and your crew for your recent loss, we are still analysing the information you sent, however you are going to have to put that behind you, I’m afraid we have got a situation.”

“Admiral?”

 

02:36am SLT.

In the command centre, the entire senior staff ponder their gathering, Commander Stanozlof walks in and Ensign Garlen steps forward,

“Ma’am, do you know what this is about?”

“No, but the last I saw of the Captain he was looking very disturbed.” At that, the captain walks in, tears swell in his eyes, and he looks around at his staff, without a word, the entire staff respond to the captain’s mood,

“There’s been an attack on Earth, a...swath spread fro...from Washington to P...Perth.” the shock that the Captain expected filled the room, he waited for what seemed like an eternity,

“The current causality tally is 500,000, but that will be revised for sure. We’ve been recalled...”

“Who was it, sir?” Commander Edwards’ question seemed to relieve some of the pressure from the crew,

“We don’t know. I want all department heads to give me readiness reports, Lena, I want you to co-ordinate the evac of the non-essential personnel, that will include the majority of the science staff, but I want to keep anyone with a level 3 tactical training.”

“Aye, sir” Lena takes a final stare at the captain and leaves,

“Lieutenant McNealy”

“Sir?”

“I want you to lay in a course for Earth, maximum warp.”

“Aye, sir”

“That’ll be all people.” As the crew files out the captain grabs Lieutenant Jellico’s arm, “Harry...” the rest of the crew leave,

“Sir?”

“I want you to arm all personal with hand phasers, and I want the marines guarding all escape pods, shuttlebays, transporters and all sensitive areas”

“Sir? Do you think there may be a saboteur on board?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to let anything happen.”

“Aye, sir”

 

03:17am SLT.

Armed officers hurry through the corridors, passing PADDs and other information to each other, in the weapons’ lockers security officers hand out hand phasers to some personnel and phaser rifles to others. On the Bridge, armed guards stand at both of the turbolifts. In the captains ready room, Miller sits at his desk, reading a battle readiness report when Captain Readings transports into the room,

“Captain, we need to talk.”

 

11:15am Earth Eurasia Local Time.

On Earth, in the Federation President’s office, President Relodan analyses the latest casualty reports as his large window reveals the devastation of the massive swath, the door chimes,

“Enter.” The President draws himself together, and looks at the door, Admiral Nacheyz walks briskly through with her staff, a tall human commander and a small and eager Andorian ensign,

“Mr. President, thank-you for seeing me.”

“What can I do for you Admiral?” The President didn’t stand nor extend a hand to the Admiral, he has had previous, unpleasant would be too soft a word he thought, dealings with her,

“Sir, we request that war be declared on the Dominion for this unprovoked attack.”

“There is no evidence to prove that the Dominion was involved.”

“Sir, there is insurmountable evidence here,” the Admiral hands her a PADD containing information:

 

Intelligence reports from prior to the end of the Dominion War indicate that the Breen

were assisting the Dominion build a probe-like ship which would have enough fire-

power to destroy a planet.

 

At the present moment it is believed that the Dominion only have a prototype ready

for launch, with only a small amount of fire-power, a more sophisticated weapon will

be ready in less then 4 years.

 

“Sir, that report was 3 and a half years ago. If it is correct, then we don’t have any time to waste, we must strike first to avoid massive loss of life.”

“All of this is circumstantial, I will not plunge the Federation into another war.”

“But sir, the people will seek vengeance.”

“My decision is final, Admiral.”

 

07:25am SLT (same time).

The captain sits at his desk in his ready room, contemplating the information he received from Captain Readings, he taps his comm. badge,

“Miller to Garlen.”

“Garlen here, sir”

“Get me Federation President Relodan.”

“Aye, sir.”

 

After a few moments, the Presidents human face showed massive amounts of stress,

“Mr. President, thank you for accepting my call.”

“What can I do for you Captain?”

“Sir, I have just received information about the attack.”

“I have already been briefed about the attack.”

“Sir?”

“Admiral Nacheyz informed me that the Dominion are behind the attack, and that they have been planning since the end of the last war.” The captain considered the possible implications for a moment, a trust-building stare ensued,

“Sir, please switch to secure Starfleet sub-space channel Alpha 102.” The screen flickered for a moment, the Starfleet logo appeared and then the President returned,

“Captain, I have to inspect the devastation, please explain yourself quickly.”

“Aye, sir. 10 minutes a Captain Readings and I analysed information gathered from the 29th century. Captain Readings is the captain of the Federation timeship Relativity, in the 29th century, he has provided me with information that the attack on Earth was instigated because of a temporal restoration, and that we have 7 months to find the enigmatic Vorhsoth.”

“Captain, this sounds all very far fetched.”

“Farther fetched than plunging the Federation into another war with only 2 paragraphs of intel? Sir?”

“I see your point ... I understand that you have been recalled?”

“That’s correct, sir”

“I will speak to you when you arrive.”

“Sir, I recommend we do not meet in person.”

“Why is that?”

“I have reason to believe that there may be a traitor onboard.”

“Did this ... Captain Readings tell you this?”

“As much as he could under the temporal prime directive.”

“Very well, contact me once you arrive.”

“Aye, sir.” The captain leans forward and taps the large button on his console.

 

03:45pm SLT.

Captains Log, 57800.5.

We have arrived back on Earth, and the massive devastation has revealed itself. The massive swath can be seen from this high orbit. Australia was hit, why? What strategic value does Australia play? And why was Paris hit? Was it an assassination attempt? I fear that the next few hours may reveal more questions than answers.

 

The Poseidon slowly grinds to a sub-light speed,

“Sir, we are receiving a priority one transmission from Utopia Planitia. It’s Admiral Janeway.”

“Put her through.” The captain rubs his eyes, this is going to be a LONG day he sighs,

“Admiral! What can I do for you?”

“Captain, we have a situation here, that you may find very, very interesting. I suggest you beam over as soon as your in range.”

“I’m on my way, Admiral.”

 

The captain steps up onto the bridge,

“Lieutenant McNealy?”

“Sir?”

“Set a course for the Utopia Planitia shipyards, three quarters impulse.”

“Aye, sir.”

 

The captain takes his seat, and notes a big difference,

“Where’s Commander Stanozlof?”

“Who, sir?”

“Commander Stanozlof, our first officer?” By now the entire bridge crew is interested,

“I don’t know who your talking about, sir.” Just then, the Captain hears a voice,

“Dr. Matheson, please report to isolation ward 6. Dr. Matheson to isolation ward 6.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Sir?” Lieutenant McNealy holds a confused look, the captain gets the message and awkwardly shuts up and allows the command chair to swallow him.

 

04:01pm SLT.

The Poseidon orbits Mars.

 

A transporter pattern swishes like fairy dust, then becomes more solid and eventually Captain Miller is materialised on the Martian medical complex’s transporter pad. Admiral Janeway is waiting, and without any pleasantries he is whisked away to a room.

 

As they step towards the tinted one way window the captain’s look goes from one of confusion and doubt, to one of shock, awe, sadness and various other emotions, for there, in the room is the once dead Michelle Miller, only this time she is wearing a Starfleet uniform with the pips of a commander,

“Admiral, what…?” The captain begins to cry, Admiral Janeway nods to the security guard, the door is unlocked,

“Go ahead, Captain. I know how much you missed her.” The captain shakes his head to the guard, and he seals the door,

“Admiral, where has Michelle been?” the captain wiped the tears from his face, and stared straight into the Admiral’s eyes.

“She has been away on reconnaissance in the Gamma Quadrant.”

“So, why is she here in the medical complex, and not at Starfleet HQ being debriefed?”

“This was her first stop, Captain are you feeling alright?”

“No, I’m not feeling alright...” the captain abruptly stops, in a flash of white light in his mind, he sees a long bearded man, holding his knees to his face and rocking back and forth, as the figure turns from the blank white wall, the invisible Captain recognises the face, it is his.

“Captain? ... Captain!?” The captain shakes his head,

“Admiral, the last I saw of Michelle was her corpse, lying over there.”

“What has gotten into you?”

“What the hell is going on?”

 

04:32pm SLT.

Captain Miller, now back on board the Poseidon, in his ready room, instructs Ensign Garlen to initiate a surge of tachyons at his ready room, a few moments later a figure materialises and the bombardment stops, the captain does not give Readings a chance to compose himself, he immediately grabs him and slams him against the wall,

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?”

“The Temporal Prime Directive, Captain. I cant say anything.” The captain lets Readings go, and Readings tugs at his tunic, Miller walks around his desk, his ready room is based on the Intrepid-classes – his old ship – and so he goes to a specific point and picks up a hand phaser, and points it at the Captain,

“Tell me what I want to know.”

“You wouldn’t shoot me!” Fear showing in his voice,

“Oh no?” the captain presses a couple of buttons, and the phaser arms and activates setting 10, kill,

“TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO KNOW!”

“Alright, alright.” Captain Readings raises two hands in surrender,

“Two days ago, your time of course, my first officer approached me with information regarding the Maquis, Commander Eddington, Captain Sisko and the Dominion War. He informed me that it was all because of an instability in the space time continuum, and that the only way to fix it would be to target them. This resulted in five major changes, one : the Dominion War took place, two : Commander Eddington and the Maquis was eradicated, three : Captain Sisko returned to his place in the Bajoran wormhole, four : The Vorhsoth attacked Earth, and five : Commander Merryweather never joined your crew, so he wasn’t killed and Commander Stanozlof never joined your crew.”

“What about Mich. Why is she here?”

“The sub-space energy was discovered to be a temporal signature from the Vorhsoth, Vorhsoth from the future.”

“What quibble do they have with us?”

“Their world was destroyed in 500 years. However, they destroyed their own world because of their attempt to destroy Earth, which somehow brought about the Maquis.”

“How are they connected?”

“We don’t know, and frankly we didn’t care. We helped Earth, by stopping that one sub-space signature, which then meant that your present Vorhsoth are on their own, that is why your wife is alive.”

“And why is she a Commander? She was a civy before.”

“She always was an intelligence officer, and believe or not, she and your daughter will be vital assets to the success of this mission.” By this time, Matthew had put away the phaser.

 

10:12pm SLT.

Captain Miller stands in his dress uniform to welcome the new members of the crew. Realising that the marine division had been eradicated as well, Miller requested the service of Commander Munro and the Hazard Team to deal with any incursions. Also being welcomed aboard is Commander Lena Stanozlof, the counsellor for the morally challenging mission ahead – the captain remembers fondly her beautiful dark blonde hair, that shimmered in the light and her sleek physique - Commander Michelle Miller, intelligence officer and of course his wife – remembering her beautiful light blonde hair reminded him of all the fun he had – and Ensign Rachael Miller, his daughter and an apt science officer of age 19. God, its going to be hell in the quarters again! The entire senior staff enter in their dress uniform interrupting Matthew’s reminiscing.

 

The new members of the crew materialise and shake hands and introduce each other. The Miller family introduce themselves and then leave. In the corridor, heading to their new quarters, the Captain is especially emotional with his family,

“What’s wrong, sir?” Rachael inquired,

“Please, off-duty, I’m dad. And, it would break the Temporal Prime Directive if I told you.”

 

After a silent walk to their quarters, the captain introduces them to their new home,

“Here we are! Home sweet home.” Rachael immediately goes into her room and starts unpacking, leaving the captain and new first officer to talk,

“You know, it may break the TPD, but the hell with it.”

“I’ve noticed something different about you since I arrived.”

“4 months ago, you died.” A very awkward silence ensued, eventually Michelle brought herself to release Matthew’s hug, stand and look down at him,

“What!?”

“A sub-space energy emanated from your position, as a civilian inspector, and hit you, you were dead within minutes. It brought so much pain to me, and then Captain Readings informed me that you died needlessly in an alternate time.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” Michelle re-embraces Matthew,

“So, why did he leave you with the knowledge?”

“I don’t know.” And with that, the two of them passionately kissed, only to be interrupted moments later by Commander Jellico,

“Bridge to Captain.”

“Yes Commander, what is it?”

“Its President Relodan, sir.”

“I’ll take it down here, secure the line – Starfleet channel Alpha 102.”

“Aye, sir.”

“Excuse me for a moment.” He kisses Michelle and heads into his small “office”,

“Mr. President, please forgive my delay at contacting you. My family and ship needed to be settled in.”

“Understandable, captain. I understand you had a bit of a breakdown earlier?”

“Oh, that, stress, sir.”

“Maybe, but check in with your doctor. Who I understand is the new L.M.H?”

“That’s correct, I cant think of anyone more suited. But you didn’t contact me about doctors, what’s up sir?”

“We have a situation that I would like you to take care of immediately.”

“Certainly, sir.”

A moments silence ensued as the two gathered their thoughts,

“Get me proof that the Vorhsoth are behind this. I fear that Admiral Nacheyz may want my office.”

“I don’t believe even she will do that, sir.”

“Maybe not. But either way, I can’t ignore the evidence, fake or not, for long before questions are raised, people will want revenge.”

“I understand, sir. Captain Miller out.”

 

11:59pm SLT.

In the captain’s quarters, now a decorated home, Captain Miller and Commander Edwards share a bottle of whiskey,

“How soon will the new slipstream drive be ready?”

“Within the next 5 hours, sir. But I must warn, it is VERY experimental. Have you received any new information? And why did Captain Readings choose you?”

“No new information, and I don’t know why he choose me, but if he really is from the future, then something may happen to me.”

“So where are we headed now?”

“The U.S.S. Voyager discovered a strong hold of Vorhsoth bases and colonies 4 months after their encounter with them in that scrap yard.”

“And that’s why Munro is here?”

“Yes, hopefully the Hazard Team can add muscle to our already strong security force.”

“Hopefully.”

“Dr. Matheson please report to isolation ward 6. Dr. Matheson to isolation ward 6.” Miller sharply looks around,

“Computer, did you say something?”

“Negative.”

“Sir?”

“I heard it again, Dr. Matheson to isolation ward 6.”

“What does it mean?”

“I don’t know...computer, display all matches to the term “isolation ward”.” The computer beeped and begin working at the captains console, with his glass in one hand the captain etches over,

“Isolation Ward, a term used in hospitals during the 20th-21st century on Earth.”

“So what has that got to do with me?”

”Unknown.”

“Thank-you computer.” The terminal shuts down, the captain and the commander share a chuckle at the computers expense,

“Sir?”

“I don’t know, Edwards.”

 

04:12am SLT.

The Poseidon, in slipstream, glides to its new mission.

 

The captain and Edwards now sit in the captain’s ready room, having initiated the slipstream drive. The bottle of whisky has been replaced with a bottle of synthohol, on the 2 terminals in the room, the captain and engineer analyse Voyager’s sensor logs,

“Look at this.” The commander swivels his terminal, and a star chart is shown,

“What is it?” The captain looks bewildered, Edwards points to a dot,

“It’s a Vorhsoth sphere with high readings of Trilithium, Megacite, Gehlenite and Ulopia.”

“Explosives?”

“Yes sir. Big mammas.”

 

07.16am SLT.

Captain’s Personal Log, Stardate 57800.6

It has been over 26 hours since I slept. I have had a lot to deal with. Michelle is back, John was never here, and Lena is once again here, this time as a counsellor. I cant help but wonder why Readings chose me to be the bearer of old news, but the future of humanity depends on me now. And I was right, the last day and a bit has opened not only many questions, but a Pandora’s Box that I fear we may not be able to solve.

 

The captain and engineer sit at a table in the mess hall, before the main stay of the crew arrives,

 

“I cant wait to get there Cap’n...find the people who did this, and tell me we wont be tip toeing around...that we wont be using the Prime Directive as a shield on every mission.”

 

“We’ll do what we have to Edwards...whatever it takes.”

 

to be continued...

 

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MP: POS #406 – War Footing

 

09:00am UTC

Paris, Earth, Sol System

As Earth repair crews fix buildings in Paris, the President of the Federation sits facing the window. Looking distraught, the President composes himself when he is informed that Admiral Hading from the JAG office is on his way. The admiral walks in and stands to attention,

“Mr. President, thank you for seeing me at such short notice.” Without any pleasantries the President proceeded,

“What can I do for you admiral?”

“Sir, it is my un-fortunate duty to inform you that Vice-President Matheson has implemented the 35th amendment of the UFP’s constitution.”

“WHAT?! The 35th amendment clearly states:

When the President is incapacitated and if the majority of the Federation council agrees that the President is unable to make clear and concise orders, the Vice-President may assume the role of the President of the United Federation of Planets.

I don’t feel ill, do I look it?”

“No, sir. However, I have reviewed prior precedents, you are – by definition – incapacitated, due to your inability to act on credible intelligence.”

“Two paragraphs! And it is over 4 years old!”

“Sir, I’m afraid I am not your council, but I can tell you that these proceedings are legitimate, and that they will take place in 24 hours…I’m sorry, sir.”

 

And with this the admiral walked out.

 

Captain’s Log, Stardate 57850.8

It’s been 2 weeks since Earth was brutally attacked by a new elusive enemy. I have slowly, but surely, been growing accustomed to having Mich on board, and Commander Stanozlof is making a very interesting counsellor. In our continuing mission from President Relodan, we have detected a Vohrsoth colony 6 light years away.

 

“Sir, we are approaching the Vohrsoth colony.”

The atmosphere on the bridge was very tense, Commander Miller was not in her usual, relaxed, position in her chair, she was on the edge. Captain Miller was pacing about the bridge and this seemed to make the junior officers nervous.

“Slow to impulse.”

“Aye, sir.”

The greyish ball grew steadily closer on the viewscreen.

“Have we been detected?”

“No signs yet.”

The Poseidon drew so close the captain thought he could extend a mechanical arm and touch it.

“Assume standard orbit. Commander Munro, please report to the bridge. Analysis, Ensign Garlan.”

The female ops officer worked her console and after a few moments replied,

“Sir, it appears to be a class-D planetoid, with a concentrated mining colony in the southern hemisphere. I am reading over four thousand life signs, 3 500 Vohrsoth and…” there was a very ominous pause,

“And what Ensign?” Commander Miller stands and walks over to the ops station, to her left. Commander Miller thought to herself – we should have been more original in the bridge design, and not copy the Intrepid – she got behind the console, and looked at the reading, Ensign Garlen looked at her first officer and saw the shock on her face,

“Matt, their human.”

“What the hell? Can you get a tight shot of the most concentrated region?”

“Stand-by.” The commander worked the back Ops consoles, while Garlen worked the front, after a few moments, the viewscreen shifted from the planet, to a birds eye view of a group of humans walking, they didn’t appear to be captives, they appeared very powerful. The Vohrsoth slugs slime around the ground, while the bipeds walk past them with ease. In the very left of the shot the crew see human children playing a game with a group of Vohrsoth children, the small slugs easily jumping and sliding. At that moment, Commander Munro walked in.

“That’s it! Shut that off! Ah, commander – I want you to penetrate that colony, hack into their computers and then get the hell back here.”

“Aye, sir. I will lead a 4 man strike team.”

“Do whatever you have to, just get me data.”

“Aye, sir” The commander turns and leaves, the captain also leaves, to his ready room. Michelle looks at Jellico, at tactical, and then follows the captain into his ready room.

 

07:30am Poseidon Ship Time (PST)

Captain’s Ready Room

“I don’t believe it!” The captain jumps the steps and heads to the couch, running parallel to the window.

“What?”

“Bloody hell Mich! What the hell are we doing down there?” The captain approaches the replicator,

“Coffee, black.” The replicator produces a steaming silver mug of coffee.

“Ah…” The captain sips,

“That’s not us Matt.”

“The last time I looked in the mirror I was human. They have betrayed their own people, AND they have children growing up down there. What the hell are they doing?”

“I…” before Michelle could speak, Commander Stanozlof pipes through the comm.

“Sir, we are receiving a transmission from the surface.”

“I’ll be right there.”

 

“Sir, a Michael Kiraswotsy is hailing us, he appears to be the leader of the colony.”

“On screen.” The screen changes to an image of a human male, about 60 years old – grey hair, he is sitting in a chair, the background is empty except for a grey wall,

“I am Captain Matthew Miller of the Federation starship Poseidon.”

“Michael Kiraswotsy, president of Prasis III. We have been monitoring you for several hours now, what can I do for you.”

“Mr. President, we have noticed that you have Vohrsoth in your colony, may I ask why?”

“A Vohrsoth dreadnought crash landed on this planet a year ago, we provided aid and before we knew it our children were playing with them, and they decided to say.”

“Have you heard the recent news about Earth?”

“Yes, such a devastating tragedy.” President Kiraswotsy seemed unmoved by this, like he expected to hear the news.

“I would like to speak to the highest Vohrsoth, if I may.”

“I’m sorry, he’s indisposed at the moment. And I’m afraid I have to be going.” The communication ended very, very abruptly.

“He’s hiding something.”

”Sir, I have just completed another scan of the planet and a long range scan of the surrounding systems.”

“What have you found?”

“The citizens of the colony are harvesting hundrium,” noting confused looks all around, the ensign elaborated, “With proper facilities it can be refined down to trilithium. Also, the signature of that dreadnought – on the far side of the planet – is the same as the wrecked probe on Earth, also – some of the materials used by the humans were present in the wreckage on Earth.”

“What about the long range scan?”

“I am detecting over 30 Vohrsoth / Human colonies, in over 24 sectors. I now have no doubt, the weapon was built here.”

“And they are only 230 light years from Earth, damn them.” The captain’s rage seemed to peak,

“Away team to Poseidon.”

“Go ahead, Commander.”

“We have successfully penetrated the colonies security perimeter, and are downloading their database now.”

“Good job Commander, report to my ready room when you return.”

“Roger that, Munro out.”

 

12:12pm PST

In the Poseidon’s conference room, the senior officers sat along a table, Captain Miller stood against the monitor.

“Commander Munro and his team have stolen some very disturbing information. Prior to and during stardate 50862.3 the Maquis were supposedly attacked and killed, however we have learnt that over 500 of them managed to escape to this planet and surrounding planets. Then, it appears, that somehow the Vohrsoth managed to get ahold of Borg transwarp technology and warp to these sectors, and – with the assistance of the humans – managed to build up several bases including the one that built the original probe to attacked Earth.”

 

Captain Miller scanned the room, where his crew was shocked by all this information, but he continued.

“More disturbing to learn is the fact that the Vohrsoth brought two Delta Quadrant species with them, the names of the species was classified, but we did learn that there will be another attack – a bigger one, and it wont stop at Earth, it will continue until every last Federation colony, ship and station is destroyed.”

 

03:25pm UTC

President Relodan sits at his desk, analysing the latest casualty reports, the fatality statistic has been revised for the 15th time, it is now at 325 million. At that moment, a Lieutenant walked into the room.

“Mr. President, my name is Lieutenant Jundes, I am here to represent you in the proceedings.”

“Thank you Lieutenant, and no offence to you – but I don’t want some rookie to represent me, I am the President, I can handle myself.”

 

02:25pm PST

Captain Miller sits in a darkened ready room with his eyes closed and leaning back against the chair, “Bridge to the Captain.” The Captain sits upright, but keeps his eyes closed,

“Miller here, what is it Mich?”

“President Relodan is on secure Starfleet channel 1.” The captains eyes opened, and lit up,

“Put him through.”

An image appeared of the old human wearing a black shirt,

“Mr. President, it is an honour to speak to you again.”

“Captain, I need a report on your investigation I have received word that the Vice-President is going to instigate the 35th amendment.”

“WHAT!? Mr. President, I can say that I believe the Vohrsoth did attack Earth, and not the Dominion.”

“Are you certain? Do you have any hard evidence?”

“No, sir. To both questions. But I need more time.”

“I’m afraid you have less than 15 hours.”

“I will attempt to have something by then.”

“The fate of the Federation is in your hands Captain.”

“Oh well, thank you Mr. President.”

 

Captain’s Log, Supplemental

It’s been 7 hours since I learnt that the Vice President will be instigating the 35th amendment. Our investigation into the Maquis return has yielded more questions than answers, and the discovery of two extra Delta Quadrant species here has heightened my concern for my crew, and my family.

 

On the bridge of the Poseidon, Captain Miller sits in his chair talking to his wife, when Commander Jellico – at tactical – pipes in, with a fearful tone,

“Captain, I am picking up a very disturbing sensor reading at the very edge of our sensor range.”

“Can you put it on screen?”

“Attempting to do so, sir.” The screen flickers, from black to a starfield and then to a Cardassian starbase, the Captain grabs his chair arms, and then launches himself into a standing position,

“My god!”

“It appears to be abandoned, however sensor resolution is very low.”

“Helm, set a course….Engage”

 

11:40pm PST

“Sir, we are approaching the starbase.”

“Slow to impulse. Full scan”

“I’m reading no life signs, only a couple of hundred Voles. The station seems to be in relatively good nick, the fusion reactor is intact, and the gravitational stabilisers appear to be working. If we could get this station operational, with a crew – it could become a very important base of operations.” Ensign Garlen’s report excited the captain, but before he could order anything, an alarm begins sounding, Commander Jellico analyses the information,

“Sir! We have just been sabotaged. The deuterium intermix chamber has been bombed, we have lost high warp capability.”

“Nothing special then?” Just then another explosion rocks the ship,

“I guess I spoke too soon! Where was that one?”

“Weapons lockers 5, 6 and 7 and shuttlebay one, we lost 5 type-9 shuttles.”

“How many causalities?”

“Reports are coming in…35 wounded, 12 critically and no fatalities.”

“Good, dispatch repair crews.”

“Their on their way.”

“Bridge to Engineering.”

“Edwards here, sir.”

“How long will repairs take?”

“My guess is 12 hours, sir.”

“You’ve got 6.”

“Aye, sir.”

 

09:20am UTC

“Mr. President, it is the decision of this council, which represents all the members of the United Federation of Planets, that you are un-fit to continue as President. You are hereby relived of your post, and I will assume command as Acting-President. I’m sorry to do this in light of recent events, but I, and most of the members here, feel that retaliation is necessary.”

 

Vice President Matheson, standing at the head of the large round table, nods to the guards and they escort President Relodan, standing at the other end of the table, out of the room.

“Now, I will order the 6th, 7th, 8th and 9th fleets to begin their attack on the Dominion. Someone must pay for this act of war!”

 

07:30 PST

Poseidon Bridge

“Sir, we are receiving a communication from Earth, President Matheson has recalled us.” Captain Miller jumps out of his seat, no one understood why Matheson was the President, but Matthew did,

“Damn It! Helm get us out of here, set a course for Earth.”

“Aye, sir.”

 

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