My Myriad Universe
- Thread starter Saratoga NX-3842
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Oh dear...a Pah-Wraith infested Sisko? THAT isn't good...
Now I wonder if instead we're going to have to have Dukat "get the Holy Spirit" to fix this!!!
Now I wonder if instead we're going to have to have Dukat "get the Holy Spirit" to fix this!!!
Only read the first few segments but suffice to say there's a lot of craziness going on, a very dark universe and things are [as to be expected] turned on their head. Loving it.
I think the Dominion is going to kick evil Sisko's ass.
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
It was eleven hours later they entered the nebula and found it.
“It’s a rogue planet,” said Soleta. “It’s internal core is radiating enough heat to keep it from freezing and the nebula clouds provide a Class-M atmosphere.” The readings kept flowing through the holographic display, hovering a few centimeters from the main console. “This is strange. Scanners are detecting life-signs, they appear to be a gelatinous life-form. If this data is right, there could be millions of them.”
“Eddington,” Sisko said, “prepare a security detail. We’re beaming down.” He turned to his second in command. “Garak, maintain combat readiness until you hear from me. If I’m right, this will end in battle.”
Garak nodded and took a place near the tactical station.
* * *
Sisko, Eddington and twenty-man security team materialized within a garden. Strange flowers and structures were littered about a consistent night that stretched on forever. At the end of the garden, a golden ocean rippled. Sisko raised a hand, holding the squad, and took a few steps forward to the shore.
“I am Emperor Sisko of the Federated Empire of the Alpha Quadrant. I have come to speak with you!”
The shore shimmered, and took form.
“Sir!” shouted Eddington, hefting his rifle, “stand clear so I can get a clean shot.”
“Stand down!” Sisko snapped. The forms in front of him rippled again and three humanoids appeared, wearing golden robes, their faces unfinished and cold looking.
“Why have you come?” asked the leader, a female.
“I have received information that you control an alliance that spans most of this quadrant of the galaxy. I have come to make you part of my empire.”
“You are mistaken if you believe we will join you. We have observed your quadrant for decades. Your empire cannot endure, and the Dominion will never join you.”
Sisko smiled. “I think you’ll change your minds. I will reduce this world to ash, and take charge of this Dominion of your myself. You have the ships and weapons I need to stabilize my quadrant and secure it against an invasion.”
The female shape shifter turned around and walked back into the ocean. “You have been warned. You will now be punished. I suggest you return to your vessel.”
Sisko pulled out his phaser and fired blindly. The three shape shifters were vaporized instantly. “Eddington, secure this area. We’re going to have to kill every one of them.”
“Defiant to Sisko!” shouted Garak’s voice over the com system.
“What is it?”
“Sensors have picked up vessels approaching.”
“What kind?”
“Small attack craft of some kind,” Garak said, “over one hundred forty vessels are closing and will be in firing range in eight minutes.”
“Beam us up and prepare for combat,” Sisko ordered.
* * *
“Cluster bombs away!” shouted Eddington from tactical. “Two more ships coming in, their poloron beams are charging again.”
“Cannons three and four are gone,” said Garak. “We’ve only got the forward launch tubes an the starboard phaser cannons left! Shields are down to forty percent.”
Sisko staggered under the assault. These aliens kept coming. They’d destroyed the first wave of sixty fighters, but a hundred more appeared out of the nebula. Three of them had even collided with the Defiant’s forward bow, blowing away the entire section of the ship.
“Warp drive?” Sisko demanded.
“Warp nacelles have been crippled,” Garak reported. “Our options are to fight or abandon ship.”
“Keep firing!” Sisko said, inching towards the edge of the command center. He spoke quietly to Garak. “Get to the shuttlebay, prepare my ship for launch. You and I are leaving.”
* * *
Sisko watched the aft sensors as his shuttle warped away from the nebula and shook his head grimly. The alien vessels had the Defiant completely surrounded and they continued to pound away at her.
“One of the ships has spotted us,” Garak said from the helm, “and has changed course to intercept.”
Sisko moved to the tactical array and brought the weapons online. “I want that ship captured and it’s crew incapacitated. Power up the nadion emitters.”
“Emitters charged,” Garak said, initiating a series of evasive maneuvers. “You’ll get one shot to disable them before they fire.”
“I’ll take it,” Sisko said, slapping the controls. The shuttle’s phaser array was specifically calibrated to disable deflector shields and send a neurolitic pulse through an enemy vessel. The beam snapped out of the array and collided with the closing enemy fighter.
“They’ve been disabled,” Garak reported.
“Lock a tractor beam and set a course for the wormhole,” Sisko ordered. “Warp nine!”
“It’s a rogue planet,” said Soleta. “It’s internal core is radiating enough heat to keep it from freezing and the nebula clouds provide a Class-M atmosphere.” The readings kept flowing through the holographic display, hovering a few centimeters from the main console. “This is strange. Scanners are detecting life-signs, they appear to be a gelatinous life-form. If this data is right, there could be millions of them.”
“Eddington,” Sisko said, “prepare a security detail. We’re beaming down.” He turned to his second in command. “Garak, maintain combat readiness until you hear from me. If I’m right, this will end in battle.”
Garak nodded and took a place near the tactical station.
* * *
Sisko, Eddington and twenty-man security team materialized within a garden. Strange flowers and structures were littered about a consistent night that stretched on forever. At the end of the garden, a golden ocean rippled. Sisko raised a hand, holding the squad, and took a few steps forward to the shore.
“I am Emperor Sisko of the Federated Empire of the Alpha Quadrant. I have come to speak with you!”
The shore shimmered, and took form.
“Sir!” shouted Eddington, hefting his rifle, “stand clear so I can get a clean shot.”
“Stand down!” Sisko snapped. The forms in front of him rippled again and three humanoids appeared, wearing golden robes, their faces unfinished and cold looking.
“Why have you come?” asked the leader, a female.
“I have received information that you control an alliance that spans most of this quadrant of the galaxy. I have come to make you part of my empire.”
“You are mistaken if you believe we will join you. We have observed your quadrant for decades. Your empire cannot endure, and the Dominion will never join you.”
Sisko smiled. “I think you’ll change your minds. I will reduce this world to ash, and take charge of this Dominion of your myself. You have the ships and weapons I need to stabilize my quadrant and secure it against an invasion.”
The female shape shifter turned around and walked back into the ocean. “You have been warned. You will now be punished. I suggest you return to your vessel.”
Sisko pulled out his phaser and fired blindly. The three shape shifters were vaporized instantly. “Eddington, secure this area. We’re going to have to kill every one of them.”
“Defiant to Sisko!” shouted Garak’s voice over the com system.
“What is it?”
“Sensors have picked up vessels approaching.”
“What kind?”
“Small attack craft of some kind,” Garak said, “over one hundred forty vessels are closing and will be in firing range in eight minutes.”
“Beam us up and prepare for combat,” Sisko ordered.
* * *
“Cluster bombs away!” shouted Eddington from tactical. “Two more ships coming in, their poloron beams are charging again.”
“Cannons three and four are gone,” said Garak. “We’ve only got the forward launch tubes an the starboard phaser cannons left! Shields are down to forty percent.”
Sisko staggered under the assault. These aliens kept coming. They’d destroyed the first wave of sixty fighters, but a hundred more appeared out of the nebula. Three of them had even collided with the Defiant’s forward bow, blowing away the entire section of the ship.
“Warp drive?” Sisko demanded.
“Warp nacelles have been crippled,” Garak reported. “Our options are to fight or abandon ship.”
“Keep firing!” Sisko said, inching towards the edge of the command center. He spoke quietly to Garak. “Get to the shuttlebay, prepare my ship for launch. You and I are leaving.”
* * *
Sisko watched the aft sensors as his shuttle warped away from the nebula and shook his head grimly. The alien vessels had the Defiant completely surrounded and they continued to pound away at her.
“One of the ships has spotted us,” Garak said from the helm, “and has changed course to intercept.”
Sisko moved to the tactical array and brought the weapons online. “I want that ship captured and it’s crew incapacitated. Power up the nadion emitters.”
“Emitters charged,” Garak said, initiating a series of evasive maneuvers. “You’ll get one shot to disable them before they fire.”
“I’ll take it,” Sisko said, slapping the controls. The shuttle’s phaser array was specifically calibrated to disable deflector shields and send a neurolitic pulse through an enemy vessel. The beam snapped out of the array and collided with the closing enemy fighter.
“They’ve been disabled,” Garak reported.
“Lock a tractor beam and set a course for the wormhole,” Sisko ordered. “Warp nine!”
Well I was kind of right the Dominion DID kick Sisko's ass.
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter:
Julian Bashir was without a doubt one of the most brilliant minds in the entire empire. He even rivaled Sisko’s intellect. Thanks to the doctors of Adijeon Prime, he had been bred to lead. So now, standing in the wardroom, making his presentation to the Council of Governors, he felt himself envious of their positions.
HE should be the one seated at the table, listening to a brilliant doctor go on and on about the captured aliens and their genetic enhancements. But that day would come. Soon.
“They are called the Jem’Hadar,” he said firmly, grabbing the attention of the people in attendance. “They are genetically engineered soldiers, bred for the purpose of enforcing the laws and activities of the Dominion.”
He spent the next hour going over the relationship between the Jem’Hadar, the Vorta and the shapshifting aliens known as the Founders. The ship the emperor had captured had contained a wealth of information. Including the Vorta supervisor, Keelana, who against Dominion regulation had failed to engage her termination implant and kill herself.
With Chief Interrogator Ghemor killed along with the rest of the crew of Defiant, sans Sisko and Garak, the honor of the interrogation had gone to Ghemor’s immediate supervisor, Madred. He’d been sadistic, but the information from the pile of nerve endings and muscle tissue left over of Keelana, had given Bashir all the information for this briefing.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Sisko said from the head of the table. “Governors,” he said to the dozen people around the table, “we’re going back to the Gamma Quadrant. In force. We’re going to eliminate the Founders, kill the Vorta and take control of the Jem’Hadar.” He looked to Bashir. “Can you control them?”
“We’ll probably have to eliminate a good portion of the current population,” Bashir said. “I can whip up a gene-specific neurotoxin that protect us and reduce them to petrified powder. Once I get inside their labs, I should be able to recode their genetic structure. I could convince them that a Tabnian slot rat was their god.”
Sisko smiled at the doctor’s arrogance. “Very well, Doctor, prepare your toxins, we’ll be departing as the Seventh Fleet arrives in the morning. Dismissed.”
Bashir left, and Sisko turned back to the others. “This is a critical time for the Empire,” he said. “We need the weapons and the might of the Dominion at our backs. The rebels have found a gateway into the Delta quadrant and may be trying to make contact with the Borg. We have to assemble a defense that can be called in at a moments notice. Placing a fleet of Jem’Hadar on the other side of that wormhole will be our ace in the hole.”
“Sir,” said Governor Jellico of Luna, “as I understand it, Picard’s only got a handful of ships and weapons that are a decade out of date. Why is we can’t find him? I hear he destroyed Voyager and killed Janeway only a matter of hours ago. I’m starting to think this entire endeavor is a failure of leadership.”
Sisko bolted to his feet. “Brave words, Governor,” he said softly. “But remember, it is I who formulate the plans. I do not need any of you. You all serve at my leisure.” He pulled a small knife from the sheethe on his thigh. WIhout another word he flicked his wrist and the blade burrowed deep into Jellico’s throat. The man went down gurgling, dead before he’d completely fallen out of his chair.
“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” Sisko said. “The rest of you, go home. Prepare your worlds for battle. I’ll be calling on all of you to do your part should the Borg attack. DISMISSED!”
As the shocked governors made their way out in silence, Sisko vaporized Jellico’s corpse and peered out the viewport at the continuing buildup of warships and support craft. Soon he’d assemble a mighty fleet and avenge the loss of the Defiant and her crew. He would take over the Dominion and control the Jem’Hadar. A completely loyal slave, willing to die for him. To believe him to truly be a god. It was more than Sisko could ever have hoped for.
And just what the Pah Wraiths and planned for him.
Julian Bashir was without a doubt one of the most brilliant minds in the entire empire. He even rivaled Sisko’s intellect. Thanks to the doctors of Adijeon Prime, he had been bred to lead. So now, standing in the wardroom, making his presentation to the Council of Governors, he felt himself envious of their positions.
HE should be the one seated at the table, listening to a brilliant doctor go on and on about the captured aliens and their genetic enhancements. But that day would come. Soon.
“They are called the Jem’Hadar,” he said firmly, grabbing the attention of the people in attendance. “They are genetically engineered soldiers, bred for the purpose of enforcing the laws and activities of the Dominion.”
He spent the next hour going over the relationship between the Jem’Hadar, the Vorta and the shapshifting aliens known as the Founders. The ship the emperor had captured had contained a wealth of information. Including the Vorta supervisor, Keelana, who against Dominion regulation had failed to engage her termination implant and kill herself.
With Chief Interrogator Ghemor killed along with the rest of the crew of Defiant, sans Sisko and Garak, the honor of the interrogation had gone to Ghemor’s immediate supervisor, Madred. He’d been sadistic, but the information from the pile of nerve endings and muscle tissue left over of Keelana, had given Bashir all the information for this briefing.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Sisko said from the head of the table. “Governors,” he said to the dozen people around the table, “we’re going back to the Gamma Quadrant. In force. We’re going to eliminate the Founders, kill the Vorta and take control of the Jem’Hadar.” He looked to Bashir. “Can you control them?”
“We’ll probably have to eliminate a good portion of the current population,” Bashir said. “I can whip up a gene-specific neurotoxin that protect us and reduce them to petrified powder. Once I get inside their labs, I should be able to recode their genetic structure. I could convince them that a Tabnian slot rat was their god.”
Sisko smiled at the doctor’s arrogance. “Very well, Doctor, prepare your toxins, we’ll be departing as the Seventh Fleet arrives in the morning. Dismissed.”
Bashir left, and Sisko turned back to the others. “This is a critical time for the Empire,” he said. “We need the weapons and the might of the Dominion at our backs. The rebels have found a gateway into the Delta quadrant and may be trying to make contact with the Borg. We have to assemble a defense that can be called in at a moments notice. Placing a fleet of Jem’Hadar on the other side of that wormhole will be our ace in the hole.”
“Sir,” said Governor Jellico of Luna, “as I understand it, Picard’s only got a handful of ships and weapons that are a decade out of date. Why is we can’t find him? I hear he destroyed Voyager and killed Janeway only a matter of hours ago. I’m starting to think this entire endeavor is a failure of leadership.”
Sisko bolted to his feet. “Brave words, Governor,” he said softly. “But remember, it is I who formulate the plans. I do not need any of you. You all serve at my leisure.” He pulled a small knife from the sheethe on his thigh. WIhout another word he flicked his wrist and the blade burrowed deep into Jellico’s throat. The man went down gurgling, dead before he’d completely fallen out of his chair.
“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” Sisko said. “The rest of you, go home. Prepare your worlds for battle. I’ll be calling on all of you to do your part should the Borg attack. DISMISSED!”
As the shocked governors made their way out in silence, Sisko vaporized Jellico’s corpse and peered out the viewport at the continuing buildup of warships and support craft. Soon he’d assemble a mighty fleet and avenge the loss of the Defiant and her crew. He would take over the Dominion and control the Jem’Hadar. A completely loyal slave, willing to die for him. To believe him to truly be a god. It was more than Sisko could ever have hoped for.
And just what the Pah Wraiths and planned for him.
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Sisko was chaneling Vader a little.
Also interesting developments.
Also interesting developments.
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
That's what i was going for, the Governors (moffs) meeting and Sisko actually going so far as to kill one of them.
Too bad for Jellico that there wasn't a Tarkin character around.
Why do I get the distinct feeling that the Dominion was right and that Sisko's bitten off more than he can chew? Probably because he has. In any case I look forward to the epic Picard versus Sisko confrontation that I'm seeing. Will we be seeing some of the Delta Quadrant races that only had brief appearances on Voyager such as the Voth or Species 6339, I can see the latter either allying with Picard with a GREAT amount of diplomacy involved only to turn on him when they find out HE was Locutus of Borg and join Sisko's empire.
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter:
One thing Sisko had learned in his long career was that bad news came in the middle of the night. He was summoned to operations at oh two thirty at the urgent request of Garak. As he rode the lift to the central core and then to the upper sections of the station, Sisko rubbed at his eyes.
The fleet had departed four days ago for the Gamma Quadrant. Eleven hundred forty-three ships and went through the wormhole under the command of Admiral Necheyev. If all went well, they’d attack the Dominion clone facilites on Koma II and Bashir could initiate his DNA takeover. Then Sisko would unleash the Jem’Hadar on the rebels.
But now, as the lift slowed and rose into Ops, he stepped off the car before it had stopped and snapped at Garak for a status report.
“A most curious development, My Lord,” he said. “Sensors have picked up tachyon distortions all around us. It could be cloak vessels.”
“How many?” Sisko asked.
“At least four hundred. The readings are surging. Vessels are de-cloaking.”
“Battle Stations,” ordered Sisko. He was still getting used to the new command crew. Most of his officers had been killed by the Jem’Hadar when the Defiant had been destroyed. “Deploy the weapons array and deploy the remainder of the fleet.”
“That will be a bit of a problem,” Garak said, dropping down the steps to the operations table. “Only three ships were left behind to guard the station. The Gorkon, the Komar and the Nautilus are powering defenses.”
Sisko moved to the upper portion of the deck outside his office. The oval viewer flashed to show a live image outside the station. His heart went cold as he watch the green hulls of warbirds come out of their cloaks. “Romulans,” he hissed. “Prepare firing solutions.”
“Sir,” said a lieutenant at communications, “the lead ship is hailing us. They’re requesting to speak to your personally.”
“On screen,” Sisko said after a moment.
The screen flashed again to that of a Reman. A mutated offshoot of the Romulan people. “We are the Reman Warbird Scimitar,” he said, his voice modulating through the universal translator. “You will surrender yourself to us and stand down your fleets.”
Sisko laughed. “You’re out of your element, you Reman pig. I’ve got five thousand quantum torpedoes armed and ready to launch. It is YOU will cloak and return him.” Inside his stomach was fluttering, his hands were trembling, his palms sweaty. But he fought against that fear and used it to confront the monster on the viewer, knowing full well what could be coming his way. He was outmanned, outgunned and at the mercy of these animals.
The Reman looked to something out of the viewers range and nodded. He stepped back, the image zoomed out to reveal a dark skinned human male. He was roughly twenty years old, his head was shaved and sported a goatee very much like Sisko’s. “I am Shinzon, leader of the Romulan-Reman Confederation. I am sorry Benjamin, but the prophecies are very clear. The Emissary to the Pah Wraiths is a danger to the galaxy. I, as the True Emissary will see that balance is restored. You will die by my order and that of my allies.”
“Listen to him your majesty,” came another voice over the com.
“Picard!” Sisko roared. “What have you DONE? You’ve consorted with THEM! This copy!”
“Stand down, Sisko,” Picard said, “and you’ll get a fair trial. In a FEDERATION court. Your empire will be disbanded, and peace will be restored. All you have to do is stand down.”
Sisko lauged, softly, it’s pitch rising with each outburst. “Close the channel,” he ordered. “Tactical, FIRE at will.”
One thing Sisko had learned in his long career was that bad news came in the middle of the night. He was summoned to operations at oh two thirty at the urgent request of Garak. As he rode the lift to the central core and then to the upper sections of the station, Sisko rubbed at his eyes.
The fleet had departed four days ago for the Gamma Quadrant. Eleven hundred forty-three ships and went through the wormhole under the command of Admiral Necheyev. If all went well, they’d attack the Dominion clone facilites on Koma II and Bashir could initiate his DNA takeover. Then Sisko would unleash the Jem’Hadar on the rebels.
But now, as the lift slowed and rose into Ops, he stepped off the car before it had stopped and snapped at Garak for a status report.
“A most curious development, My Lord,” he said. “Sensors have picked up tachyon distortions all around us. It could be cloak vessels.”
“How many?” Sisko asked.
“At least four hundred. The readings are surging. Vessels are de-cloaking.”
“Battle Stations,” ordered Sisko. He was still getting used to the new command crew. Most of his officers had been killed by the Jem’Hadar when the Defiant had been destroyed. “Deploy the weapons array and deploy the remainder of the fleet.”
“That will be a bit of a problem,” Garak said, dropping down the steps to the operations table. “Only three ships were left behind to guard the station. The Gorkon, the Komar and the Nautilus are powering defenses.”
Sisko moved to the upper portion of the deck outside his office. The oval viewer flashed to show a live image outside the station. His heart went cold as he watch the green hulls of warbirds come out of their cloaks. “Romulans,” he hissed. “Prepare firing solutions.”
“Sir,” said a lieutenant at communications, “the lead ship is hailing us. They’re requesting to speak to your personally.”
“On screen,” Sisko said after a moment.
The screen flashed again to that of a Reman. A mutated offshoot of the Romulan people. “We are the Reman Warbird Scimitar,” he said, his voice modulating through the universal translator. “You will surrender yourself to us and stand down your fleets.”
Sisko laughed. “You’re out of your element, you Reman pig. I’ve got five thousand quantum torpedoes armed and ready to launch. It is YOU will cloak and return him.” Inside his stomach was fluttering, his hands were trembling, his palms sweaty. But he fought against that fear and used it to confront the monster on the viewer, knowing full well what could be coming his way. He was outmanned, outgunned and at the mercy of these animals.
The Reman looked to something out of the viewers range and nodded. He stepped back, the image zoomed out to reveal a dark skinned human male. He was roughly twenty years old, his head was shaved and sported a goatee very much like Sisko’s. “I am Shinzon, leader of the Romulan-Reman Confederation. I am sorry Benjamin, but the prophecies are very clear. The Emissary to the Pah Wraiths is a danger to the galaxy. I, as the True Emissary will see that balance is restored. You will die by my order and that of my allies.”
“Listen to him your majesty,” came another voice over the com.
“Picard!” Sisko roared. “What have you DONE? You’ve consorted with THEM! This copy!”
“Stand down, Sisko,” Picard said, “and you’ll get a fair trial. In a FEDERATION court. Your empire will be disbanded, and peace will be restored. All you have to do is stand down.”
Sisko lauged, softly, it’s pitch rising with each outburst. “Close the channel,” he ordered. “Tactical, FIRE at will.”
Wait TWO Siskos COOL! Please update soon.
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter:
“Tetyron sweep bearing two oh nine mark twelve.”
Ben Zoma had been peering out the viewport of the array, watching the Alliance fleet continuing their buildup. Three more transport ships had arrived carrying civilians, and were being escorted to a nearby planet for colonization. “Who is it?” he asked.
Lieutenant Tschel turned around from her makeshift console and looked up at him. “It’s the Sutherland, sir. Captain Lefler is requesting to come aboard and speak with you personally.”
Ben Zoma leaned over the console and tapped several commands. “Secure this transmission line and lock down the secondary’s. Tell Captain Lefler to beam to the central core and I’ll meet her there.”
* * *
“There was NOTHING left of them,” Robin Lefler said.
“Robin,” Ben Zoma, “our best estimates say they controlled at least a span of twenty-thousand light-years.”
Lefler held up a data padd like a shield. “We leapfrogged across twenty three hundred star systems with the tetryon field. There was NOTHING. Debris, cracked planets and nothing else.”
Ben Zoma took the padd and reviewed the reports. If this were true, it changed everything. Someone or some THING had wiped the Borg off the face of the galaxy.
“Tetyron sweep bearing two oh nine mark twelve.”
Ben Zoma had been peering out the viewport of the array, watching the Alliance fleet continuing their buildup. Three more transport ships had arrived carrying civilians, and were being escorted to a nearby planet for colonization. “Who is it?” he asked.
Lieutenant Tschel turned around from her makeshift console and looked up at him. “It’s the Sutherland, sir. Captain Lefler is requesting to come aboard and speak with you personally.”
Ben Zoma leaned over the console and tapped several commands. “Secure this transmission line and lock down the secondary’s. Tell Captain Lefler to beam to the central core and I’ll meet her there.”
* * *
“There was NOTHING left of them,” Robin Lefler said.
“Robin,” Ben Zoma, “our best estimates say they controlled at least a span of twenty-thousand light-years.”
Lefler held up a data padd like a shield. “We leapfrogged across twenty three hundred star systems with the tetryon field. There was NOTHING. Debris, cracked planets and nothing else.”
Ben Zoma took the padd and reviewed the reports. If this were true, it changed everything. Someone or some THING had wiped the Borg off the face of the galaxy.
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter:
The Romulan-Reman fleet gave as good as they got. Jean-Luc Picard sat in his command chair on the bridge of the Enterprise. The ship was still cloaked, hanging back out of the firefight.
Behind him on the upper deck near the Mission Ops station, their guest worked with Commander Data, analyzing the information sensors were reporting.
“Most curious,” Ambassador Spock said. “Sisko seemed to actually fear Shinzon. As if he new of the praetor’s existence.”
“Yes,” said Data. “We have theorized that is the reason Sisko had not brought the Romulans into the war. He must have been aware the Tal-Shiar clone him and created Shinzon in hopes of ultimately defeating him.”
“And the Bajoran prophecies?” Spock asked. “I must admit a lack of knowledge in that area, as I have not had the chance to study the Bajoran culture.”
“From what information we gathered from them during the Cardassian Occupation,” Data explained, “they believe in a group of beings known as the Prophets, who reside in the Celestial Temple. It is written that one day an emissary will be sent by Them to heal the land of Bajor and lead them into the future. What the Romulans did not know when they created Shinzon, is that he would believe HE was that emissary. But the original Benjamin Sisko must also believe he was destined to rule Bajor given his actions in aiding the Cardassians.”
“And now they are locked in combat,” Spock said, pointing to the display. Of the four hundred Romulan warbirds, only eight-three were left. Terok Nor housed one of the most power defensive arrays Spock had ever seen. It’s shields were still at optimum levels and their quantum warheads were strong enough to pierece any kind of deflector shield. It was the primary reason Shinzon and Spock had urged Captain Picard to remain out of the fight, because the Enterprise would not stand a chance against the station, and would assuredly be destroyed.
From the tactical station, Worf turned to join the conversation. “Another issue is where is the emperor’s fleet? We have kept this system under surveillance for the past year. At all times a fleet has been stationed here and now only three vessels were defending the station, which have easily been destroyed by the Romluans and Remans.”
“There is much we do not know about this conflict,” said Spock, “but my time on Romulus and working with Shinzon in particular has led me to believe that he has the support of the entire Romulan-Reman Confederation at his back and they are the greatest ally the Alliance has at this moment.”
Worf was about to reply when his tactical console interrupted him. “Sir,” he said to Picard, “one of the warbirds is making a direct run at the station.” Before the captain could respond, Worf put them image on screen.
A Romulan cruiser, which sensors identified as the Terix, fired it’s impulse engines to the limit and collided with Terok Nor. The explosion of its singularity drive tore through the station’s deflectors.
The Romulans pressed the attack. Two more cruisers collided with the station. It’s power systems began to fluctuate and it’s weapons went silent. The entire station powered down and become a lifeless husk.
Picard was on his feet at once. “Helm, take us to within transporter range. Worf, alert security teams to prepare for an assault. Advise Praetor Shinzon well done. Let him know we’re boarding that station and arresting it’s crew.”
“The station’s complement is three thousand and twelve,” Riker muttered.
Picard smiled grimly. “All the more reason we need Shinzon’s help. I want you leading the assault, Number One. I want you in, isolate the main systems, arrest the senior officers and secure the crew in with forcefields and any other devious traps you can set. We’re going to end this, Will, today and on our terms.”
The Romulan-Reman fleet gave as good as they got. Jean-Luc Picard sat in his command chair on the bridge of the Enterprise. The ship was still cloaked, hanging back out of the firefight.
Behind him on the upper deck near the Mission Ops station, their guest worked with Commander Data, analyzing the information sensors were reporting.
“Most curious,” Ambassador Spock said. “Sisko seemed to actually fear Shinzon. As if he new of the praetor’s existence.”
“Yes,” said Data. “We have theorized that is the reason Sisko had not brought the Romulans into the war. He must have been aware the Tal-Shiar clone him and created Shinzon in hopes of ultimately defeating him.”
“And the Bajoran prophecies?” Spock asked. “I must admit a lack of knowledge in that area, as I have not had the chance to study the Bajoran culture.”
“From what information we gathered from them during the Cardassian Occupation,” Data explained, “they believe in a group of beings known as the Prophets, who reside in the Celestial Temple. It is written that one day an emissary will be sent by Them to heal the land of Bajor and lead them into the future. What the Romulans did not know when they created Shinzon, is that he would believe HE was that emissary. But the original Benjamin Sisko must also believe he was destined to rule Bajor given his actions in aiding the Cardassians.”
“And now they are locked in combat,” Spock said, pointing to the display. Of the four hundred Romulan warbirds, only eight-three were left. Terok Nor housed one of the most power defensive arrays Spock had ever seen. It’s shields were still at optimum levels and their quantum warheads were strong enough to pierece any kind of deflector shield. It was the primary reason Shinzon and Spock had urged Captain Picard to remain out of the fight, because the Enterprise would not stand a chance against the station, and would assuredly be destroyed.
From the tactical station, Worf turned to join the conversation. “Another issue is where is the emperor’s fleet? We have kept this system under surveillance for the past year. At all times a fleet has been stationed here and now only three vessels were defending the station, which have easily been destroyed by the Romluans and Remans.”
“There is much we do not know about this conflict,” said Spock, “but my time on Romulus and working with Shinzon in particular has led me to believe that he has the support of the entire Romulan-Reman Confederation at his back and they are the greatest ally the Alliance has at this moment.”
Worf was about to reply when his tactical console interrupted him. “Sir,” he said to Picard, “one of the warbirds is making a direct run at the station.” Before the captain could respond, Worf put them image on screen.
A Romulan cruiser, which sensors identified as the Terix, fired it’s impulse engines to the limit and collided with Terok Nor. The explosion of its singularity drive tore through the station’s deflectors.
The Romulans pressed the attack. Two more cruisers collided with the station. It’s power systems began to fluctuate and it’s weapons went silent. The entire station powered down and become a lifeless husk.
Picard was on his feet at once. “Helm, take us to within transporter range. Worf, alert security teams to prepare for an assault. Advise Praetor Shinzon well done. Let him know we’re boarding that station and arresting it’s crew.”
“The station’s complement is three thousand and twelve,” Riker muttered.
Picard smiled grimly. “All the more reason we need Shinzon’s help. I want you leading the assault, Number One. I want you in, isolate the main systems, arrest the senior officers and secure the crew in with forcefields and any other devious traps you can set. We’re going to end this, Will, today and on our terms.”
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