STAR TREK: INTO THE XENOVERSE
(A Multi Crossover Story)
CHAPTER 1: STRANDED
Date: October 10th, 2372
The USS Defiant was on its way back to Deep Space Nine when four Jem'hadar fighters began open fire on the federation vessel forcing the Defiant to seek shelter within a nebula formation called the Badlands. The phaser fire from the Jem’hadar fighters quickly stripped away the Defiant’s shields. The damaged federation vessel was now vulnerable. The Jem'hadar closed in to deliver the finishing blow when the Defiant was suddenly pulled into a fiery red wormhole. The Jem’hadar attempt to pursue the defiant only for the wormhole to collapse in on itself, destroying the Jem’hadar ships.
Date: October 10th, 2185
The USS Defiant exits from the fiery wormhole. Having suffered heavy damage to their hulls but with any luck Chief Miles O’Brien should have everything up and running in no time. Doctor Bashir rushed over to any one who was wounded. Fortunately no one has died. But the crew needed serious medical treatment. Sisko slowly recovers from being thrown from his captain’s chair. Major Kira was groaning in her chair unaware that a piece of her console had embedded itself in her ribcage. A young Trill woman, Jadzia Dax was calmly sitting at her console making sure everything was working. “Old man, where are we?” Captain Sisko asked.
“I’m figuring it out right now, Benjamin,” Jadzia replied. She taps at her console, she cross references the star maps with the constellations in the area. Worf recovers from the floor as he returns to his feet, while Odo stares at the viewscreen curiously. “That's odd… according to the computer we’re in the Sol system,” Jadzia replied.
“Earth? Send a message to Starfleet, tell them we need assistance” Sisko ordered.
“Sir, I’m detecting a vessel,” Jadzia reads from her console unit.
“Starfleet? Klingon?” Sisko asks.
“Neither sir, unknown” Jadzia replies.
“We will stay out of their range, activate the cloak,” Sisko commanded.
“Aye, sir” O'Brien taps at his console. The Defiant is surrounded by an energy field before it vanishes from visual and sensory range. The unknown vessel draws closer.
“Sir, the unknown vessel is on top of us,” Jadzia informs.
“Onscreen,” Sisko commanded.
The vessel looked very different then anything they had ever seen before. The starship was in the shape of a Rifle, clearly meant to be a military vessel. UAS Verloc was entitled in bold letters on the side of the ship. Two other similar vessels were seen not too far behind it. They too came into range. UAS Bayleenburg and the UAS Esmeralda were their designations. A second set of vessels dropped out of warp. These second vessels looked like a small sphere conjoined to a much larger sphere with a series of conn towers sticking out of the rear of the ship. Their Designations were the SSV Yuri, SSV Dimitri, and the SSV Vladimir.
“Sir, those second sets of ships have Russian names,” O'Brien pointed out. The second vessel group began firing missiles into the first group. The Rifle ships retaliate with their Long Lance ASAT missiles and while firing off metallic slugs from their twin rail cannons. The USS Defiant made evasive maneuvers to avoid getting caught between their crossfires.
“Plot a course for Earth, we must warn Starfleet of the unknown vessels,” Sisko ordered.
“Aye, sir,” Jadzia complies.
The USS Defiant decloaks as it passes by Earth’s Moon, Luna. The Earth was in their sight. The defiant attempt to make contact with any starbases within the area. “Open a hailing frequency. This is Captain Benjamin Sisko of the USS Defiant, we are in need of medical and mechanical assistance. Spacedock, can you read me? over?”
“This is Gateway Station. We are having trouble identifying your ship, please dock and await further instructions” a feminine voice spoke.
“Stand-by,” Captain Sisko turns to his crew. “What is going on?”
“I don’t know, sir,” O’brien replied.
“Sir, those military ships are flanking us,” Commander Worf states as several Rifle-shaped ships slowly encroach on the Defiant.
“Take us out of here, Warp 8 -” Sisko commanded.
“Sir, the sick bay has been damaged. Major Kira, Ensign Tigan, and Jake won’t survive long without immediate medical assistance,” Dr. Bashir warned.
“Take the run-about, see to it they get medical care. With any luck, we’ll be back for you. Learn as much as you can from these people,” Sisko begrudgingly ordered.
“Aye, sir,” Bashir answered. The injured crew were taken to the run-about before leaving the Defiant’s docking bay. The Defiant immediately went to cloak as the small shuttle headed for Gateway Station.
The station itself looked nothing like the Federation Starbases. Instead of the familiar cone shaped design, Gateway Station looked like six diamond shaped skyscrapers being held together by a series of interconnecting enclosed catwalks.
The rund-about lands in Docking Bay 6. Julian Bashir quickly made sure his phaser was set to stun. The sound of feet echoed in the station’s hallway like heavy rain. He watched as the Docking Bay’s interior door quickly opened. Soon the Docking Bay was filled with green uniformed soldiers wearing green M3 Pattern Personal Armor and M10 Pattern Ballistic Helmets made of ultra-light titanium-aluminide. Instead of phasers they were carrying what looked like guns from the 20th century but made from the same material as their helmet and armor. The Colonial Marines aimed their M41A Pulse Rifles at the Rund-about.
“Step out of the shuttle, slowly,” ordered the only marine not dressed in M3 PPA, “We just want to ask some questions. Comply and this will go smoothly”
Julian opens the Run-about bay doors. He puts his hands in the air as he walks outside. “These people are injured, they require immediate medical attention.”
The superior officer nodded, he turned to the others behind him, “Medic!” Several medics make their ways through the docking bay. The medics were taken aback at the injured starfleet crewmen. “Sir, the injured crewmen are aliens”
“Proceed with medical assistance,” the commanding officer ordered.
“Yes, sir” the medics strapped down the injured onto a series of stretchers.
Julian attempted to leave with them only to be held back by the Marines. “I need to assist them!” Dr. Bashir demanded, “I am the only one who knows their medical history and how to treat them!”
“Let him go,” the superior officer ordered his troops. Bashir leaves with the medics. “Keep an eye on him,” the marine ordered.
Once the marines were no longer aboard the runabout. A box on the floor suddenly changes shape into a golden gel-like substance before assuming a humanoid shape. Odo then shapes into a cat before leaving the runabout.
When he leaves the runabout. The foot of a large robot comes close to crushing him, fortunately Odo leapt out of its way. Odo hisses at the large contraption. It was a large bulky yellow machine that contorted to its pilot’s body like an exoskeleton. Its arms were designed to function as adjustable forklift arms. The pilot directed his Power Loader to grab a large cumbersome supply crate.
Odo has never seen such a contraption. Why don’t they just transport their cargo and be done with it, he thought. Unless they lack the technology, he reasoned in his head. “Hey get out of my way you stupid cat” the Power Loader operator shouts. Odo glares at the operator before continuing on his way.
The injured were taken to the Gateway Station’s hospital. Once at the Hospital, Doctor Bashir aids the doctors in treating the Defiant’s crewmen. He gave them their medical records as the Doctors nodded to enter the data into their computers. He was surprised these doctors didn’t use medical tricorders first but instead opt for the immediate use of the bed-size Auto-Docs.
The Auto-Doc looked like a glass coffin with grey metal cage-bars holding it together. Agile robotic arms lie in wait for activation. Display monitors were located on the bottom of the Auto-Doc and holographic displays within the glass medical pod.
Major Kira Nerys, Ensign Ezri Tigan, Garak, Quark, T’Pawn, Jake Sisko among several other crew members were placed in these Auto-Docs. The Auto-Doc performs a biological scan, mapping out the alien crew men's physiology. Most of the injured personnel didn’t have to remain in the Auto-docs for long as their injuries were mostly burns.
Nerys on the other hand needed more attention, the robotic arms spring to life as they inject the bajoran with a sedative. The robotic arms redirect themselves to perform surgery on Kira Nerys’s ribcage. The machines were painstakingly careful in removing the debris from Kira’s ribcage. The Auto-Doc began sealing their wound with a gel-like substance. The microbes in the Gel quickly repair the incision leaving behind no scar tissue. The Auto-Docs sterilize the gel before peeling the membrane off Nerys skin like a band-aid. The Auto-Doc makes a loud computerized ping indicating that it was successful.
Dr. Bashir had noticed several men in business suits were watching the surgery from outside of the medical room. The two men walked off. Both of them bore an insignia on their upper arm. A thin blonde man with an interlocked White Y and a Yellow W; the other a stocky Italian man with a blue hazard sign.
“So what do you think?” asked the man wearing the blue hazard sign on his shoulder.
“What, that we have some new guests onboard this station or the fact that some of them are aliens” replied the man with the interlocked W and Y.
“Aren’t you curious?” the stocky man asked.
“Yes, matter of fact, it makes sense.” The blonde man replied.
“It does?” asked the stocky man.
“Dr. Shaw had discovered a human-like species in the form of the Engineers. We know they had seeded the galaxy billions of years ago, perhaps these are our sibling creations,” the blonde man replied.
“Now you are beginning to sound like Dr. Shaw,” the stocky man chuckled.
“Yes, well I like to think that me and her operate on the same wavelength” the blonde man replied.
“Yeah, right. Later, David” the stocky man headed off down the corridor.
“Goodnight, Cory” David waves at his colleague and rival. His thoughts were now on Dr. Elizabeth Shaw. He was intrigued by that woman. Sadly he had to kill her after all it was her fault for rejecting his love. He had used her body to continue his creation experiments. She wasn’t the first he had murdered. He killed his successor android model, Walter and took his more advanced android body for himself. He caused the death of thousands of colonists onboard the Covenant to satisfy his sick curiosity of the xenomorph’s genome.
But before then, before Walter, before Shaw, he had committed genocide on the Engineers on Planet 4. He infected Shaw’s Husband, Holloway with an alien pathogen onboard the Prometheus. He mentally curses Peter Weyland’s name in his head. How long has he had this hatred and guilt, he wondered. He smiles to himself, he remembers like it was yesterday, it's been only 81 years. However there was a huge gap between his last long term memory and his more recent ones. He was deactivated shortly after the colony on Origae-6 was overrun by his experiments. It wasn’t until recent years that he was reactivated.
Nerys slowly regains consciousness. She was sitting in a medical bed. There was a monitor on the wall. An advertisement on Terraformers graces the monitor's screen. It starts off talking about a barren world which then the camera pans over an atmosphere processor, the next shot shows the planet is becoming greener. “Weyland Yutani. Building Better Worlds” the advertisement ends.
The screen then plays a 2180s Burger King ad. “Do you want the Astro Whopper? It’s out of this world! It’s only $2.99! Flame broiled tartarian beef covered in alexandrian green cheese. It’s only $2.99! Only at BK, have it your way!” Nerys stomach starts growling after watching the commercial. The door slides open. Dr. Bashir walks into her recovery room. She could tell there were two marines standing outside of her room.
Nerys tries to move but her ribcage starts aching. “Try not to move around so much, major,” Dr. Bashir warns softly.
“What happened? Why are there arm guards stationed outside?” Nerys could barely contain her anger.
“Shhh shhh, calm down. You were injured during our escape into the badlands. Four Jem’hadar ships were chasing us, then a red wormhole appeared. The Defiant received heavy damage, the console you were working at exploded and some of the shrapnel was embedded in your left abdominal muscles. Our sickbay was too damaged to conduct the surgery there so I asked Sisko to take you here. Fortunately their medical technology isn’t too far behind our own” Bashir explained to his bajoran friend.
“Where are we?” Nerys looks over at the screen, a recorded play called a movie was on. It was an old 1970s movie to be precise, entitled Darkstar. She then glances at the window port. She could see they were obviously in orbit of a planet.
“Earth” Julian Bashir said plainly. “But not our Earth”
“You are not saying…” Nerys' eyes widened as the image of Intendant Kira Nerys popped in her head.
“No,” Julian dismissed immediately, “Thank god, we're not in that universe. We must have entered a new reality, when you were in surgery I asked one of the doctors some questions. Apparently, I thought we had gone back in time to an earlier stardate, my suspicions were proven true. We did go back in time, but the reality doesn’t match the date. We are in the late 22nd Century but yet there is no Starfleet, no transporters, and a complete lack of humanoids besides Humans,”
“Wh..what?” Nerys' jaw dropped.
“Apparently there are three federations here. All of them have a capital here on Earth. The Marines and the Rifle-ships are jointly shared among the United Americas and the Three World Empire. They both appeared to be a capitalistic society.”
“That explains why I now want a whopper,” Nerys smiles.
Julian nodded, “Oh and the third federation, is the Union of People Progression. They are a socialist-communist society…”
They heard loud voices coming down the corridor. Fast running footsteps squeaked down the corridor. The Colonial Marines tighten security around the alien’s recovery rooms. Julian peeped his head out, “What's going on?”
“Progs,” a marine said to the doctor.
“Progs? Who are they?” Julian asked.
“UPP” the marine shouts agitatedly.
“Oh, why are they here?”
“I don’t know, just stay in your quarters”
(A Multi Crossover Story)
CHAPTER 1: STRANDED
Date: October 10th, 2372
The USS Defiant was on its way back to Deep Space Nine when four Jem'hadar fighters began open fire on the federation vessel forcing the Defiant to seek shelter within a nebula formation called the Badlands. The phaser fire from the Jem’hadar fighters quickly stripped away the Defiant’s shields. The damaged federation vessel was now vulnerable. The Jem'hadar closed in to deliver the finishing blow when the Defiant was suddenly pulled into a fiery red wormhole. The Jem’hadar attempt to pursue the defiant only for the wormhole to collapse in on itself, destroying the Jem’hadar ships.
Date: October 10th, 2185
The USS Defiant exits from the fiery wormhole. Having suffered heavy damage to their hulls but with any luck Chief Miles O’Brien should have everything up and running in no time. Doctor Bashir rushed over to any one who was wounded. Fortunately no one has died. But the crew needed serious medical treatment. Sisko slowly recovers from being thrown from his captain’s chair. Major Kira was groaning in her chair unaware that a piece of her console had embedded itself in her ribcage. A young Trill woman, Jadzia Dax was calmly sitting at her console making sure everything was working. “Old man, where are we?” Captain Sisko asked.
“I’m figuring it out right now, Benjamin,” Jadzia replied. She taps at her console, she cross references the star maps with the constellations in the area. Worf recovers from the floor as he returns to his feet, while Odo stares at the viewscreen curiously. “That's odd… according to the computer we’re in the Sol system,” Jadzia replied.
“Earth? Send a message to Starfleet, tell them we need assistance” Sisko ordered.
“Sir, I’m detecting a vessel,” Jadzia reads from her console unit.
“Starfleet? Klingon?” Sisko asks.
“Neither sir, unknown” Jadzia replies.
“We will stay out of their range, activate the cloak,” Sisko commanded.
“Aye, sir” O'Brien taps at his console. The Defiant is surrounded by an energy field before it vanishes from visual and sensory range. The unknown vessel draws closer.
“Sir, the unknown vessel is on top of us,” Jadzia informs.
“Onscreen,” Sisko commanded.
The vessel looked very different then anything they had ever seen before. The starship was in the shape of a Rifle, clearly meant to be a military vessel. UAS Verloc was entitled in bold letters on the side of the ship. Two other similar vessels were seen not too far behind it. They too came into range. UAS Bayleenburg and the UAS Esmeralda were their designations. A second set of vessels dropped out of warp. These second vessels looked like a small sphere conjoined to a much larger sphere with a series of conn towers sticking out of the rear of the ship. Their Designations were the SSV Yuri, SSV Dimitri, and the SSV Vladimir.
“Sir, those second sets of ships have Russian names,” O'Brien pointed out. The second vessel group began firing missiles into the first group. The Rifle ships retaliate with their Long Lance ASAT missiles and while firing off metallic slugs from their twin rail cannons. The USS Defiant made evasive maneuvers to avoid getting caught between their crossfires.
“Plot a course for Earth, we must warn Starfleet of the unknown vessels,” Sisko ordered.
“Aye, sir,” Jadzia complies.
The USS Defiant decloaks as it passes by Earth’s Moon, Luna. The Earth was in their sight. The defiant attempt to make contact with any starbases within the area. “Open a hailing frequency. This is Captain Benjamin Sisko of the USS Defiant, we are in need of medical and mechanical assistance. Spacedock, can you read me? over?”
“This is Gateway Station. We are having trouble identifying your ship, please dock and await further instructions” a feminine voice spoke.
“Stand-by,” Captain Sisko turns to his crew. “What is going on?”
“I don’t know, sir,” O’brien replied.
“Sir, those military ships are flanking us,” Commander Worf states as several Rifle-shaped ships slowly encroach on the Defiant.
“Take us out of here, Warp 8 -” Sisko commanded.
“Sir, the sick bay has been damaged. Major Kira, Ensign Tigan, and Jake won’t survive long without immediate medical assistance,” Dr. Bashir warned.
“Take the run-about, see to it they get medical care. With any luck, we’ll be back for you. Learn as much as you can from these people,” Sisko begrudgingly ordered.
“Aye, sir,” Bashir answered. The injured crew were taken to the run-about before leaving the Defiant’s docking bay. The Defiant immediately went to cloak as the small shuttle headed for Gateway Station.
The station itself looked nothing like the Federation Starbases. Instead of the familiar cone shaped design, Gateway Station looked like six diamond shaped skyscrapers being held together by a series of interconnecting enclosed catwalks.
The rund-about lands in Docking Bay 6. Julian Bashir quickly made sure his phaser was set to stun. The sound of feet echoed in the station’s hallway like heavy rain. He watched as the Docking Bay’s interior door quickly opened. Soon the Docking Bay was filled with green uniformed soldiers wearing green M3 Pattern Personal Armor and M10 Pattern Ballistic Helmets made of ultra-light titanium-aluminide. Instead of phasers they were carrying what looked like guns from the 20th century but made from the same material as their helmet and armor. The Colonial Marines aimed their M41A Pulse Rifles at the Rund-about.
“Step out of the shuttle, slowly,” ordered the only marine not dressed in M3 PPA, “We just want to ask some questions. Comply and this will go smoothly”
Julian opens the Run-about bay doors. He puts his hands in the air as he walks outside. “These people are injured, they require immediate medical attention.”
The superior officer nodded, he turned to the others behind him, “Medic!” Several medics make their ways through the docking bay. The medics were taken aback at the injured starfleet crewmen. “Sir, the injured crewmen are aliens”
“Proceed with medical assistance,” the commanding officer ordered.
“Yes, sir” the medics strapped down the injured onto a series of stretchers.
Julian attempted to leave with them only to be held back by the Marines. “I need to assist them!” Dr. Bashir demanded, “I am the only one who knows their medical history and how to treat them!”
“Let him go,” the superior officer ordered his troops. Bashir leaves with the medics. “Keep an eye on him,” the marine ordered.
Once the marines were no longer aboard the runabout. A box on the floor suddenly changes shape into a golden gel-like substance before assuming a humanoid shape. Odo then shapes into a cat before leaving the runabout.
When he leaves the runabout. The foot of a large robot comes close to crushing him, fortunately Odo leapt out of its way. Odo hisses at the large contraption. It was a large bulky yellow machine that contorted to its pilot’s body like an exoskeleton. Its arms were designed to function as adjustable forklift arms. The pilot directed his Power Loader to grab a large cumbersome supply crate.
Odo has never seen such a contraption. Why don’t they just transport their cargo and be done with it, he thought. Unless they lack the technology, he reasoned in his head. “Hey get out of my way you stupid cat” the Power Loader operator shouts. Odo glares at the operator before continuing on his way.
The injured were taken to the Gateway Station’s hospital. Once at the Hospital, Doctor Bashir aids the doctors in treating the Defiant’s crewmen. He gave them their medical records as the Doctors nodded to enter the data into their computers. He was surprised these doctors didn’t use medical tricorders first but instead opt for the immediate use of the bed-size Auto-Docs.
The Auto-Doc looked like a glass coffin with grey metal cage-bars holding it together. Agile robotic arms lie in wait for activation. Display monitors were located on the bottom of the Auto-Doc and holographic displays within the glass medical pod.
Major Kira Nerys, Ensign Ezri Tigan, Garak, Quark, T’Pawn, Jake Sisko among several other crew members were placed in these Auto-Docs. The Auto-Doc performs a biological scan, mapping out the alien crew men's physiology. Most of the injured personnel didn’t have to remain in the Auto-docs for long as their injuries were mostly burns.
Nerys on the other hand needed more attention, the robotic arms spring to life as they inject the bajoran with a sedative. The robotic arms redirect themselves to perform surgery on Kira Nerys’s ribcage. The machines were painstakingly careful in removing the debris from Kira’s ribcage. The Auto-Doc began sealing their wound with a gel-like substance. The microbes in the Gel quickly repair the incision leaving behind no scar tissue. The Auto-Docs sterilize the gel before peeling the membrane off Nerys skin like a band-aid. The Auto-Doc makes a loud computerized ping indicating that it was successful.
Dr. Bashir had noticed several men in business suits were watching the surgery from outside of the medical room. The two men walked off. Both of them bore an insignia on their upper arm. A thin blonde man with an interlocked White Y and a Yellow W; the other a stocky Italian man with a blue hazard sign.
“So what do you think?” asked the man wearing the blue hazard sign on his shoulder.
“What, that we have some new guests onboard this station or the fact that some of them are aliens” replied the man with the interlocked W and Y.
“Aren’t you curious?” the stocky man asked.
“Yes, matter of fact, it makes sense.” The blonde man replied.
“It does?” asked the stocky man.
“Dr. Shaw had discovered a human-like species in the form of the Engineers. We know they had seeded the galaxy billions of years ago, perhaps these are our sibling creations,” the blonde man replied.
“Now you are beginning to sound like Dr. Shaw,” the stocky man chuckled.
“Yes, well I like to think that me and her operate on the same wavelength” the blonde man replied.
“Yeah, right. Later, David” the stocky man headed off down the corridor.
“Goodnight, Cory” David waves at his colleague and rival. His thoughts were now on Dr. Elizabeth Shaw. He was intrigued by that woman. Sadly he had to kill her after all it was her fault for rejecting his love. He had used her body to continue his creation experiments. She wasn’t the first he had murdered. He killed his successor android model, Walter and took his more advanced android body for himself. He caused the death of thousands of colonists onboard the Covenant to satisfy his sick curiosity of the xenomorph’s genome.
But before then, before Walter, before Shaw, he had committed genocide on the Engineers on Planet 4. He infected Shaw’s Husband, Holloway with an alien pathogen onboard the Prometheus. He mentally curses Peter Weyland’s name in his head. How long has he had this hatred and guilt, he wondered. He smiles to himself, he remembers like it was yesterday, it's been only 81 years. However there was a huge gap between his last long term memory and his more recent ones. He was deactivated shortly after the colony on Origae-6 was overrun by his experiments. It wasn’t until recent years that he was reactivated.
Nerys slowly regains consciousness. She was sitting in a medical bed. There was a monitor on the wall. An advertisement on Terraformers graces the monitor's screen. It starts off talking about a barren world which then the camera pans over an atmosphere processor, the next shot shows the planet is becoming greener. “Weyland Yutani. Building Better Worlds” the advertisement ends.
The screen then plays a 2180s Burger King ad. “Do you want the Astro Whopper? It’s out of this world! It’s only $2.99! Flame broiled tartarian beef covered in alexandrian green cheese. It’s only $2.99! Only at BK, have it your way!” Nerys stomach starts growling after watching the commercial. The door slides open. Dr. Bashir walks into her recovery room. She could tell there were two marines standing outside of her room.
Nerys tries to move but her ribcage starts aching. “Try not to move around so much, major,” Dr. Bashir warns softly.
“What happened? Why are there arm guards stationed outside?” Nerys could barely contain her anger.
“Shhh shhh, calm down. You were injured during our escape into the badlands. Four Jem’hadar ships were chasing us, then a red wormhole appeared. The Defiant received heavy damage, the console you were working at exploded and some of the shrapnel was embedded in your left abdominal muscles. Our sickbay was too damaged to conduct the surgery there so I asked Sisko to take you here. Fortunately their medical technology isn’t too far behind our own” Bashir explained to his bajoran friend.
“Where are we?” Nerys looks over at the screen, a recorded play called a movie was on. It was an old 1970s movie to be precise, entitled Darkstar. She then glances at the window port. She could see they were obviously in orbit of a planet.
“Earth” Julian Bashir said plainly. “But not our Earth”
“You are not saying…” Nerys' eyes widened as the image of Intendant Kira Nerys popped in her head.
“No,” Julian dismissed immediately, “Thank god, we're not in that universe. We must have entered a new reality, when you were in surgery I asked one of the doctors some questions. Apparently, I thought we had gone back in time to an earlier stardate, my suspicions were proven true. We did go back in time, but the reality doesn’t match the date. We are in the late 22nd Century but yet there is no Starfleet, no transporters, and a complete lack of humanoids besides Humans,”
“Wh..what?” Nerys' jaw dropped.
“Apparently there are three federations here. All of them have a capital here on Earth. The Marines and the Rifle-ships are jointly shared among the United Americas and the Three World Empire. They both appeared to be a capitalistic society.”
“That explains why I now want a whopper,” Nerys smiles.
Julian nodded, “Oh and the third federation, is the Union of People Progression. They are a socialist-communist society…”
They heard loud voices coming down the corridor. Fast running footsteps squeaked down the corridor. The Colonial Marines tighten security around the alien’s recovery rooms. Julian peeped his head out, “What's going on?”
“Progs,” a marine said to the doctor.
“Progs? Who are they?” Julian asked.
“UPP” the marine shouts agitatedly.
“Oh, why are they here?”
“I don’t know, just stay in your quarters”
