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#1 Jake Conhale

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Posted 26 June 2004 - 06:30 AM

Here is my entry, its a little long i think though. I cant write short stories, i can write long ones though...


The starship Endeavor soared through the darkness of space, a silver mass of metal and dreams. The shiny hull as unblemished by damage, the only visible marks apparent were meant to be there. The ship tore through the fabric of space/time like a knife through butter, propelled by the powerful warp drive at its core. All that was visible at such speed was a streak of white, a flash of red and green, and then it would be gone. Swallowed by the blackness of infinity.
The Endeavor was a relatively new addition to the fleet, with construction on it having ended almost on the same night as the end of the Dominion War. The ship had been built both for that war and beyond, equipped with top of the line offensive and defensive armaments, but also containing a large science contingent. Captain Cedric Carvil was proud of his starship, and proud of himself for having landed the assignment. It was his first captaincy, with all of the experienced captains deployed on the Dominion war front lines, he had been given the Endeavor as he was still new to the command. Luckily for him, he was able to keep it.
The shakedown cruise had been uneventful for the most part, save for the memorable incident when Chief Engineer Next had almost burnt out the main deflector dish. Otherwise, the ship was fully functional, ready for anything, with its crew chomping at the bit for some action. As it turned out, action was something Starfleet was only too happy to provide.
Captain Carvil tapped the edge of his glass with his fork, causing the rest of the command staff to pause from their meals in the Captain’s Quarters. The captain was known for his style and a little exuberance, and thus the command staff had been assembled for a celebratory meal about receiving their first real mission. They were also there to greet the new Operations officer, a Lieutenant Commander Calvin Danvers, who had also delivered the orders via isolinear chip. As the mission involved the Romulans, Starfleet Command had not wished the empire to intercept those orders and prepare for the Endeavor.
“So, where you transferring from, Danvers?” asked Dr. Dalton.
“I was stationed on Starbase 347 for a couple of months, but before that I was stationed on the Sovereign.”
“So you must feel right at home, eh?” remarked the science officer.
“Well, its good to have you aboard. Could you pass the chicken? Thank you. We had to get rid of our last Ops officer, had a nervous breakdown for some reason.” Noted the Chief Engineer.
“A nervous breakdown? Any idea why?”
“Rumor has it that the replicated steaks introduced some sort of hallucinogenic into his system,” whispered the science officer, causing Danvers to pause in devouring his prime rib.
“Oh pipe down, Anthony, you know full well that I keep the replicators in perfect order, though I might just reprogram a couple of your herbal tea blends for that remark. Perhaps a nice Klingon bloodwine instead of a nice Darjeeling tea?” retorted the Chief Engineer, with a smirk on his lips.
“Alright alright, but when Danvers has a nervous breakdown, I’m gonna give you a big ‘I told you so’.”
“Oh stop it you two, “ spoke Dalton, “Every time you two get together it always degenerates into this.”
“Alright people,” spoke the proud captain, rising to his feet, “we’ve received our orders. Starfleet wants us to investigate the Amzadi system as a possible location of a new Romulan base. Our intelligence within the Empire tells us that they have sent two D’Deridex class warbirds into the neutral system, and as far as they know, neither has returned.”
“Not returned, sir? As in missing?” asked Amanda Felding, the chief of security.
“That’s what we are to find out. Starbase 423 deployed multiple probes into the system, none reported back after entering the sector. Command has three ideas about what happened to those ships: they have been somehow disabled, they have returned to duty and that news simply has not reached our operatives, or the Warbirds are still in that sector. We are to go in and investigate. Any questions?”
“I have one, sir,” piped Calvin Danvers, the Operations officer, “why is this system so important to warrant a Sovereign-class starship? Aren’t there other ships closer to the system?”
“Yes, there are, Mr. Danvers. However, Starfleet doesn’t want to loose any ships. As you know, the Endeavor is fast as well as tough, so we stand the best chance of returning. If something did disable two D’deridex class warbirds, we had better be careful. Also, the Romulans will know not to mess with a sovereign class. Sovereigns don’t just fall apart, so if we don’t report back, a task force will be sent in after us. Also, this sector could become part of the neutral zone if the Empire and the Federation continue to expand. If the Empire gets a foothold there, then they could start to slow our growth and possibly contain us. We can’t let them have that sector.”
The door chime suddenly rang out, and the door opened to reveal the gamma shift tactical officer. He handed a padd to the captain, and without a single word, left the room. Carvil tapped a couple of keys, then looked up.
“A communiqué for you, Mr. Danvers,” he said, handing the padd to Danvers. Calvin picked it up, cycled through the message, and fell back in shock. It couldn’t be, not now of all times. When had his grandfather even gotten ill? Calvin hadn’t heard a word, and now he was dead? His grandfather’s goal had been to live longer than McCoy had, but apparently had… failed.
“Permission to be excused, sir?”
With that, Danvers left the quarters and went to his quarters, and once finally inside the safety of his private rooms, he wept with sadness.
Two hours later, a much recomposed Danvers rang the chime to the captain’s quarters, and entered at the call of his commander. Danvers explained the situation, requesting a temporary leave of absence due to the circumstances. His grandfather had lived on starbase 423, which the Endeavor would have to pass while en route to the Amzadi system, so no course deviation would be required. The captain granted the request, giving Danvers a runabout and the instructions to catch up with the Endeavor as soon as possible after the funeral. A grateful and relieved Danvers left the room and jogged straight to his quarters to pack.
As the Endeavor went forth, minus one runabout and one crewman, some took note of the Endeavor’s course.
“It will enter our system within five cycles, we must act.”
“But how should we act, they are not the same as the previous intruders”
“No, but how do we know this new vessel isn’t as hostile, the hive must survive.”
“They may be peaceful, and if they are dealt with, how can we be sure more will not come?”
“If they find out we are here, they may come in force, if they do not return, then they might be scared away, like the hostiles were.”
“The act of one species does not define all others, they might be enraged, and overwhelm us with vessels.”
“The future will be what it will be, but we must act now, before they detect us. I move that we move ahead with the eradication.”
“I concur, for the safety of the hive, but I wish there was another way.”
Several days later:
The Endeavor finally entered the Amzadi sector, sensors at full power. The ship was at yellow alert. Throughout the ship, a singular tension could be felt. They were going into the unknown, possibly facing as many as two top of the line Romulan warbirds, and the Endeavor was but one ship. Guards were posted in key areas, and engineering was on full alert, ready to handle any problem that arose as quickly as possible. It would not do to have something critical malfunction at the wrong time.
Captain Carvil paced the bridge like a lion wanting out of its cage. He wanted to do something, to act. Truth be told, he was nervous about fouling up this mission. It was not until now that the weight of all the lives under his command rested fully upon his shoulders, and he only hoped he was equal to the task. He settled back into his chair and for the fifth time in an hour, checked the sensor scans on his chair arm. Nothing yet.
His nervousness was starting to unsettle the rest of the bridge crew. This was the brave captain that decided their fate? But they knew he was new, and they took comfort in his nervousness, it showed he cared about his crew. They had bonded during the yearlong shakedown cruise, but the strongest bonds are those forged in battle, and the ship still needed to prove itself.
“Yes, Felding?”
“I’m getting a couple of odd readings, twenty thousand kilometers off both the port and starboard bow, in the same relative position to the ship.” That got a slight reaction from the bridge crew, though they tried not to show it. The captain stood and walked towards the viewscreen slightly.
“Put the starboard anomaly on screen.”
“Aye, sir.”
The only indication that the screen had changed was that the stars jumped, but only the stars and the velvet blackness of space was visible. At that, the first officer joined the captain.
“Could be the Romulans, sir,” spoke the plain faced exec.
“Agreed. Lieutenant Felding, run a passive sensor sweep of the anomalies, could it be the Warbirds?”
“I can’t be sure sir, signals are too indistinct.”
“We can’t afford the Romulans to capture the Endeavor, captain”, remarked the first officer. “Recommend defensive posture.”
“Agreed, can’t take the chance that it is them. All right, red alert! Shields at full power,” the captain ordered as he returned to his chair. “Helm, point us directly at the starboard anomaly, engines at full stop. Computer, engage defense procedure alpha one, authorization Carvil Romeo Papa Golf X-ray four seven. Tactical, prepare a full spread of torpedoes, high yield.”
The bridge was now a mass of organized chaos, officers running to their battle stations as well as trying to fulfill the captain’s orders. Tensions were high at this point, would they survive the encounter?
“Felding, open a channel to the anomalies.”
“Open, sir.”
“This is captain Carvil of the Federation Starship Endeavor. We have detected you and order you to reveal yourselves or we will open fire. Repeat, decloak or we will open fire!”

“They have proven themselves hostile, they threaten to attack us!”
“They may be mistaking us for the previous intruders.”
“That is immaterial, do you want the hive to die?”
“No, but I do not think they are inherently hostile.”
“We must proceed with the eradication, for the good of the hive!”
“Agreed, for the good of the hive.”

Several days later:

“The ship is safe, but another vessel approaches! We will be discovered!”
“Be still, records show this craft left the invader before entering our sector, it is returning to its berth.”
“We should eradicate it now, before it reaches the hive!”
“It is not as powerful as the other invaders, and only one lifeform is aboard, perhaps this is an opportunity to find out more about these invaders, see what their true purpose is.”
“You mean reveal ourselves to it? That is not acceptable.”
“I did not suggest it, I suggest we stimulate him for responses, without revealing our true selves. We have the technology.”
“That is acceptable, we may proceed.”

Danvers was a tad mystified where was the Endeavor? They were supposed to rendezvous at specific coordinates, but the Endeavor was nowhere near there. Danvers ran a sensor sweep and found the Endeavor, barely having entered the system. That was odd, the ship should have been farther inwards, scanning for those sneaky Rommies. Well, best to get aboard and return to duty.
As he closed in, he sent standard docking signals to the Endeavor, and was mystified when no return signal was sent. A docking controller was on duty at all times, that was standard procedure, and Carvil was a by-the-books officer when it came to standard procedure. And even if an officer wasn’t at the duty console, an indicator should have lit on the bridge ops console, which was always manned, and if that hadn’t prompted a response, the computer should have acknowledged that the signal had been received. Maybe the ship was running silent, to try and stay secret. Hopefully Danvers hadn’t blown the Endeavor’s cover.
Even with the idea of the ship running silent, that still didn’t explain the ship Danvers came upon. The endeavor wasn’t adrift, but none of the exterior or interior lights were functional, from what he could see. The nacelles were dark, as was the deflector dish. Now that caused an adrenaline rush in Danvers’ system, something was definitely wrong.
The shuttlebays were firmly locked down, and as Danvers had no idea if the computer was receiving his signals, he set the runabout’s transporter to put him on the bridge, hopefully he would get some answers there. After consideration, he picked up a stowed hand phaser, hoping that he wouldn’t have to use it. With that he set the transporter’s timer, stepped onto the pad, and steeled himself for what he might find.
The bridge was completely unlit, thankfully Danvers had included a simms beacon to light the way. When the darkness closed around him, he lit the beacon and almost immediately wished he hadn’t. The beam immediately illuminated the helm and ops positions, and the people manning those stations, or what was left of them. The skin was a mottled gray, with what looked like open sores on the skin and expressions of such anguish as none Danvers had previously seen. Steeling himself for what he might find, he swung the beam around the rest of the bridge.
At each station, a new variation of the same horror was revealed, with officers lying near or on the consoles. Captain Carvil was the worst of them all, for he was frozen in what appeared to be a horrendous, unending seizure, causing his back to arch and his fingernails had drawn blood from each palm. The face was the worst though, for Danvers had never seen a visage of such pain and suffering.
Danvers gently gripped one of the captain’s outstretched arms. Solid, immobile. Rigor Mortis. How long had it been since they died? Was the rest of the ship like this? For some reason, the tricorder seemed ineffective, not even registering Danvers’ own life signature. Calvin raised and fired his phaser into a bulkhead, and was comforted by the resulting orange beam. Good, old starfleet weaponry. If only the tricorder had been built that effectively.
With main power out, the best place to be would be Main Engineering. How many similar corpses would be visible along the route? At least the Jeffries tubes would avoid the primary corridors, and the former occupants of the ship. The going wasn’t easy; Jeffries tubes never were that navigable, and in the dark passage was harder. What had those pesky engineers been thinking when they designed these crawlspaces? Calvin had heard of officers having to do this in EVA suits, which did not sound like fun.
Several decks and one dead body later; Danvers emerged on the upper level of Engineering, as dark as space was vast. The beacon again revealed the horrid remains of the crew below, but Danvers tried to ignore it. He would have time to grieve later. He couldn’t leave this ship, even though he could beam back to the runabout. But if the Romulans were in the sector, that would be handing them the Endeavor. Unacceptable.
The room seemed entirely dark, which was a bad sign. Engineering should have been the last section to lose power, if for no other reason than sheer proximity to the warp core. Calvin climbed down and then noticed a signal indicator lit on the main status board. When activated, the entire status board came to life, revealing a schematic of the entire ship as well as a request for a command code from one of the bridge crew. Of course, Defense procedure Alpha one!
The procedure had been invented during the dominion war as a method of preventing a federation starship from falling into enemy hands. Every twenty-four hours the captain or the designated commanding officer would have to enter a code to either extend or deactivate the procedure. If the period passed without a code, the upper-level functions would be locked out, and the warp drive would shut down. After another 24 hours without the proper code, the computer encased itself in an encryption lock and deactivated specific life-support functions in key areas, primarily oxygen and lighting, to hinder hostile efforts. After another 24 hours, the computer completely shut down the starship and formatted all critical bits of information in the computer, from fleet deployments to the captain’s log, and filled that space with gibberish. After another 48-hour period, the self-destruct was initiated. If an improper code was entered, a warning would show and only one more chance to input the correct code would be provided. Failure to input the correct code would lead to immediate self-destruct.
According to the readout, just less than six hours remained until the self-destruct was activated. Thankfully, he had the proper code. A couple commands later, the computer was rebooted and main power was re-initializing.
The lights in engineering switched on blindly, a severe contrast to the previous darkness. But in someways the light was more frightening than the dark, for in the light one could not escape the horror of the dead crew. Danvers hadn’t met that many of the crew, now he never would. He found himself becoming desensitized to the dead crew, for which he was grateful, though the images would give him nightmares ‘til his dying day.
Primary systems were mostly disabled due to the defense protocol, some could be repaired, and some could not. The warp core was completely cold, and Danvers wasn’t qualified to cold-start the powerful engine. Still, he could make himself comfortable until the task force arrived and saved him, their engineers would take care of it.
But wait, what exactly had happened here? The short-range sensors that were operable showed nothing, though they all needed calibration. The tricorder seemed to finally be working, and it also showed nothing. Radiation perhaps? Must be a new kind or else the shields should have…
Danvers tensed every muscle and stopped breathing, had he heard something? The sound didn’t repeat, but Danvers was could have sworn he had heard something. The main status board showed that everything that was operational was operating properly, nothing to have made a sound, particularly the sound Danvers had heard. It was almost like a footstep in the corridor.
Calvin touched a few controls on the schematic, altering the display. Confirmed, only one lifeform aboard, his own. Probably just his imagination, which would be understandable considering his surroundings, but what would his father have said? No, no, no; the Danvers honor! Buck up, soldier, and all that jazz. All right, maybe some of the weapons systems could be reactivated, perhaps the ventral phaser arrays…
Danvers whirled around, drawing his phaser in one smooth, rapid motion. That time he was sure he had heard something. There was nothing on the ship that should make that sort of sound, at least there wasn’t such a sound on the Sovereign. Danvers went into the corridor, which was only partially lit. A couple of power distribution nodes had probably been a little scrambled by the inactivity, but Danvers had bigger fish to fry.
He scanned the corridor, and walked to the intersection. Nothing, nothing at all. Perhaps it was like Scrooge had said, a bit of indigestion can make the mind imagine things. Oh well, back to…
A Bolian in full uniform, command division, crossed the corridor a couple of junctions down from where Danvers was standing.
Danvers ran to that corridor, but found nothing there, no sign that anyone had passed, just more bodies lying on the deck plating. He called out a few times, but no one answered. The communications net was operational, according to the engineering schematic, but no lifesigns or any moving commbadge were detected besides Danvers’. The Bolian had acted as if there was nothing wrong! That couldn’t be right, who could ignore the ghastly scene all over the ship. Well, Danvers was getting used to it, but still! The officer should have come back!
“That’s it,” Danvers said aloud, surprisingly loud in the otherwise silent room. A slight echo rebounded across the room; something the thrum of the warp core had always drowned out. Odd what you learned when everyone else was dead…
Danvers went to sickbay, stopping at an armory along the way for a rifle to calm his nerves. The big gun reassured him, something he desperately needed him concerning the condition of the crew. He was almost used to stepping over the bodies, but as he thought that, Danvers slipped on a uniform sleeve and landed face to face with what would have been a beautiful woman had she been alive. Danvers quickly rebounded to his feet, and cursed his carelessness.
Sickbay was just the same as the rest of the ship, with random bodies strewn across the room, over consoles, on the beds, and just lying on the floor. Well, at least the Doctor wouldn’t have to worry about the science officer and Chief engineer’s arguments anymore.
That thought was out of line, Calvin! Danvers mentally slapped himself. These had been good people, he shouldn’t belittle their passing.
“Computer, activate Emergency medical hologram.”
The mark one model, with a mark four programming appeared.
“Please state the nature of the medical emergency.”
Now that was humorous, the deadpan delivery with the rest of the crew lying about.
“I need a check up to see if I am hallucinating.”
“That’s all?”
“Er… Yeah.”
“Where is the rest of the medical staff?”
“I’m an emergency program, not a routine physician, I trust there are others with medical training onboard.”
“Everyone else is dead!”
“Convenient. Very well, pick a bed.”
Danvers chose the one farthest from a former occupant. The EMH was brusque and efficient, running his tricorder as easily as Danvers would have wielded a neutrino probe on a maintenance conduit.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, though your heart rate is elevated and your system seems to be filled with adrenaline. I see nothing that would cause hallucinations.”
“Okay, thanks doc.”
Danvers picked up the rifle and walked out of sickbay, scanning both ends of the corridor as he left.
“Please don’t forget to turn me off!” called the EMH as the doors closed.
Danvers was too focused on finding ghosts to listen to the EMH. Besides, he had heard somewhere of an EMH self-deactivation circuit, though it might not have been installed yet. The corridors were as dead as ever, literally. Danvers made his way to the mess hall, if for no other reason than to get his nerves settled. Thankfully, mess hall was devoid of crewmen. One benefit of a red alert, Danvers supposed. A glass of nice, warm milk should calm him down.
The familiar taste the milk was soothing, and calmed him. The crew was dead, that was a fact, but he would be all right. Yeah, all right. Too bad the engines were offline, Danvers wasn’t qualified for this model of engine. A galaxy class design, he had that down cold, but warp drives were like those old fashioned planes, just because you could fly one didn’t mean you were qualified to fly every type of plane. Or shuttle for that matter…
“Lieutenant Commander Danvers.” A voice spoke behind him, breaking his wandering train of thought and causing another rush of adrenaline. He grabbed the rifle and swung down to one knee, knocking over the chair in the process. A list of questions filled his mind, but the sheer sight before him held his tongue.
Captain Carvil stood before him, in full uniform, looking as well as Danvers had seen him when he was welcomed aboard. His posture was calm, hands clasped behind his back as Danvers had observed when the captain was alive and well. The captain was just so… alive! Maybe this was a holodeck…
“That is your name, is it not?”
“Yes… sir, it is my name.”
“Good. What is your purpose here?”
“My purpose, sir?”
“Yes, your purpose.”
Danvers stood at this odd line of questioning hit him. The captain looked like himself, sounded like himself, and yet Danvers knew for a fact that the captain was still in his chair on the bridge, looking anything but calm.
“Computer, end program.” Danvers called out. Nothing happened. “Computer, end program!” Still nothing happened.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yes, I finally know what’s going on, this isn’t real.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is a holodeck simulation, it has to be. I saw you on the bridge, dead! But here you are, alive, there for you can’t be dead.”
“Dead? Hmmm, perhaps I am dead.”
Danvers had to laugh at that statement. “Dead? You can’t be dead if you can say that! Computer, recognize Danvers, authorization Danvers beta charlie two six alpha, end program!”
“What is your purpose here?”
“Well, if this isn’t a holodeck then I must be hallucinating. Only explanation, time to go see the doc again.”
“Please answer my question.”
Danvers noted that the captain, besides his head, had not shifted at all in his posture, which though it looked relaxed, was a rigid as the Endeavor’s spaceframe. “I guess it doesn’t matter how I interact with my hallucinations.” Danvers walked to chair facing the undead captain, sat down, and propped his feet up on a nearby table.
“My purpose was to be the operations officer of this vessel.”
“Yes, you know, third in the chain of command, the guy managing overall engineering stuff as well as time slots for sensor usage, shuttle deployments, that sort of thing.”
“Third in command, you were aware of the ship’s mission?”
“Oh yes, that was common knowledge, I would have thought you would know more about that than I, as you’re the captain and all.”
“What was the mission, then?”
“To make sure the Romulans weren’t claiming this system as one of there own, as then the neutral zone would alter, impeding our expansion.”
“Yes, our expansion. The expansion of Starfleet, of the federation, you know, us.”
“This Starfleet, what is it?”
“Either I’m hallucinating or you are a ghost. So, either I’ve always wanted to talk with a captain of Starfleet who knows absolutely nothing about Starfleet, or you are a very stupid ghost. You know, considering I’m here talking with my hallucinations, I’ll go get a scotch. You want anything to eat, drink?”
“Okay. Computer, one scotch: neat.” The drink materialized, and after Danvers picked it up, he returned to his relaxed posture.
“Okay, Starfleet, what is it. That’s what you want to know?”
“Alright. Let’s see, Starfleet is the military branch of the United Federation of Planets, created around the mid 22nd century. Its mission, as Zephram Cochrane said, was something like ‘To explode strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to go boldly where no man has gone before.’”
“So Starfleet conquers other civilizations?”
“I must be hallucinating, I refuse to believe a ghost of you, sir, could have forgotten everything you once stood for.”
“What do you mean?”
“Starfleet’s mission is exploration and defense only. We explore the universe and protect the Federation from threats that arise. Oh bologna, what does it matter, I’m having a drink with a ghost. Unless I’m dreaming. Just leave me alone.”
Danvers turned back to his drink, downed it in one gulp.
“Oh, and by the way, captain,” he said, turning back to Carvil. However, Carvil wasn’t there. Danvers shrugged and went back to his drink.
Sometime later, Danvers headed up to the bridge, to get a better view, really, of the ship. He’d always loved the view of the ship from the observation room, and as he had nothing to do, so he went. Life support was operational, engines were inoperable due to the Defense protocol, and sensors were tuned to tell him whenever a ship came into sensor range. There was nothing left to do, save clean up the crew, and Danvers didn’t want to do that. He could stand the sight of them, but couldn’t bring himself to actually touch the corpses.
“Pretty, isn’t it?”
Danvers looked across the table. There, seated in the exact same position of him, was Amanda Felding, once the chief of security of the Endeavor.
“Oh no, not you people again.”
“Why were you sent here, Lieutenant?”
“The correct address is Commander, and you are dead, so I don’t have to answer.”
“You are becoming belligerent.”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“Is your kind always this hostile?”
“My kind? What are you talking about?”
“Those that share your physical form, are they always so belligerent?”
“You mean humanity?”
“If that is the name of your species.” At that, Danvers turned towards Felding.
“Leave me alone.”
“I see, you are hostile.”
“And what do you care? You don’t exist!”
“There are many levels of existence.”
“Oh god, don’t turn into a Vulcan on me.”
“Vulcan? You know, tall, black hair, pointy ears, serious, no sense of humor, remember them?”
“You refer to the earlier intruders into this sector?”
“No, those were Romulans, and as Chief of Security you should know that.” Danvers got to his feet and headed for the door.
“You are belligerent. We were right to eradicate you.”
Danvers paused at that. Who was that ‘we’ she had been referring to? Pausing just outside of the door’s sensor range, he looked back at Felding, who still had not moved but her head. “Who is this we you speak of?”
Felding turned away at that. “It’s not important.”
“Oh, now the talkative mirage doesn’t want to talk? Fine, have it your way.” Danvers left the room, and crossed the bridge to a turbolift, but turned at the sounds behind him. Carvil and Felding were facing each other in what looked like relaxed/rigid
“You see? He is belligerent! They mean to destroy us!”
“He thinks he is hallucinating, how would you react?” the captain returned.
“That doesn’t matter!”
“Uh, excuse me,” interrupted Danvers, are you two… real?”
“Now you have allowed him to know we are real!” yelled Felding, though her face did not look like it was screaming.
“That was a fault of both our parts, know he knows.”
“Wait, are you the ones responsible for this?”
“Eradicate him now!”
“No! I cannot agree with that!”
“Eradicate me? Is that what happened to these people?”
“He should know the truth now!”
“No, he should be killed for the good of the hive!”
“For what reason?”
“He knows we exist!”
“Well, now I do, but why are you so afraid?”
“He deserves to know, so we can see his reaction.”
“Reactions can be faked!”
Danvers was getting angry at this, these two… people were acting as if he wasn’t even in the room, and they were talking about killing him! However, concerning the situation, a little diplomacy was required, so he couldn’t insult the others…
“Hey! Yo! Over here!” The aliens looked.
“Alright, lets get something straight. One, did you kill my crew?”
“Yes.” Responded the captain.
“Second, why did you do this?”
“To protect ourselves from a hostile race,” snarled Felding.
“And how was it determined that this ship was hostile?”
“Your captain raised energy shields, armed weapons, and threatened to fire on us if we did not decloak.” Explained the captain.
“Oh is that all?”
“We were being threatened, we had to save ourselves!”
“You overreacted! This ship was sent into a sector that may have been controlled by ROMULANS, a species we do not get along with! They use cloaking technology, and the good captain,” Danvers pointed at the pained corpse, “was defending himself! We can’t let our enemies get a ship like this!”
“He is right, the other intruders did use cloak shields.”
“We welcomed them with open arms, and they responded with hostility!”
“The Romulans are conquers! The Federation is not! The United Federation of Planets is an organization based on peaceful cooperation of different races working together to improve the whole!”
“How can we believe you?”
“Do not believe him, he lies.”
“Why would I lie?”
“To save yourself from the eradication you deserve!”
“Be still.” Reprimanded the captain.
“Check the computers!”
“Computer records can be altered!”
“He could be telling the truth.”
“The truth? Would you after what we have done?”
“We have killed his companions, that is true. We did it to protect ourselves, could we have overreacted?”
“Well, if all you had was the Romulans to compare us to, I can’t say I blame you. If it was the Rommies, I might have done the same.”
“There! He admits it! His race is hostile!”
“You make conclusions based on what you want to hear, not what is actually said.”
“Look, if you give us another chance, I’m sure we can get past this and you would welcome the Federation.”
“He may be right.”
“You are listening to him?”
“How would you react in such circumstances?”
“That is of no consequence!”
“I think it is. And also, this brings to light an interesting question, what do we do with him?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, some guys will pick me up, we’ll tow this bird out of here, and never bother you again.”
“We will be discovered!”
“Be still! If others are coming, this situation would not bode well for future relations.”
“They would leave us alone when they see our power!”
“We have a limited fleet, if enough ships enter at one time, we will be overpowered.”
“Then destroy this ship, and all the life that’s aboard it.”
“That could be a solution, if it was a natural disaster.”
“What kind of a disaster?”
“Well, there is a blackhole in the adjacent sector.”
“Oh no, oh no you don’t, you are not throwing this ship into a black hole!”
“He has a point, a missing ship could inspire more ships to follow.”
“How about a collision by a super accelerated asteroid?”
“traveling at almost the speed of light, it would be difficult to read on sensors…”
“And then it hits the ship…”
“Causing the warp engine to detonate…”
“Destroying the ship in the process!”
Both Carvil and Felding turned towards Danvers, an oddly disjointed neck turn, as if the heads were rotating without pulling on the skin. They focused on Danvers as if noticing him for the first time.
“We should not kill him.”
“He knows too much!”
“We must show mercy.”
“If what he says is true, we must be benevolent.”
“He came in a separate craft, we shall simply return him to it, sedate him.”
“And what about what he knows?”
“Their brain chemistry is simple.”
“Whoa, hold on there! You want to brainwash me?”
“It is for your protection as well as ours.
With that, Carvil revealed a device similar in shape to a phaser and shot Danvers.

Several days later…

The USS New Hampshire entered the Amzadi sector, leading a search and rescue task force under orders to retrieve the USS Endeavor. The captain was nervous, what could disable a Sovereign class starship? Upon reading a sizeable hunk of metal, the force altered course to intercept. While en route, they found a runabout.
Upon analysis of the debris, it was found that the Endeavor was destroyed by a rogue asteroid, which was later located using course projection and tracking through warp. The only surviving officer, a Lieutenant Commander Calvin Danvers, was shaken , but okay. The runabout logs confirmed the asteroid theory, and it was believed that he was knocked unconscious when a piece of debris impacted the runabout. Two months later, the debris of Romulan warbirds drifted into the neutral zone, though the cause of the destruction was never ascertained.
The Amzadi sector was deemed off limits due to the possible destruction of three starships via asteroid collision, though long range sensors couldn’t confirm it.

Three years later, an alien race known as the Gezaru emerged from the sector, and asked for entry into the United Federation of Planets. Though it seemed suspicious that the alien race emerged from where three starships had been destroyed, nothing could be proven, and the Gezaru were welcomed. Oddly enough, Danvers attended the welcoming ceremony because of his previous experience, and the two Gezaru ambassadors seemed to take a liking to him...
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#2 Jake Conhale

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Posted 04 September 2004 - 01:15 AM

i was thinking of writing a sequel, would anyone be interested if i did?
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Posted 04 September 2004 - 10:09 AM

that thing would probally fit in a small book lol, i will read it later and edit my post to tell u if i like it
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