Star Trek: Mjolnir - Loose Ends

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter One =/\=​

Stardate 58053.7 (January 20 2381, 14:29 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Gamma 400 System, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

On the surface the cloudless blue sky of Chal looked deceivingly calm as a gentle breeze rustled the shorn stalks of the wheat-like grain quadrotriticale while the Navesh stood with Damrus, Scotty, McCoy, and Joseph looked into the sky trying to find Callum and Kirk.

“I believe that’s them.” Damrus said pointing up at two dark flecks high in the sky.

“No that’s a pair of birds.” Navesh said after she looked to where Damrus was pointing.

A moment later a pair of loud sonic booms sounded behind and far above them.

“That’d be them.” Navesh said as the entire group turned around and looked up as one.

Moments later a pair of small spots in the sky blossomed into a slightly larger spots and, within a few more moments, had closed to the point where they could clearly be identified as humanoids in an orbital sky-diving suits. Callum and Kirk rocked in their harnesses as the anti-gravs worked to change their angle of fall and rate of descent. Suddenly the harnesses pulled hard increasing their displacement effect before the automatic cut-off activated once the pack came within the preset distance of the ground. Reflexively Callum and Kirk swung their legs together and bent their knees seconds before they slammed into dirt as if he had stepped off a three meter wall and rolled as they’d had been trained, absorbing the impact along the side of their bodies.

“Why would you want to fall through a planet’s atmosphere in little more than a EVA suit?” Navesh asked as Callum and Kirk stood up and brushes themselves off as she rushed over.

“Why orbital sky-dive? Because the planet’s there, mah beautiful lass” Callum said with a wry grin on his face.

“Captain Kirk,” Damrus said asked Kirk, “Was that…”

“Jim.” Kirk interrupted holding up a finger, “Call me Jim.”

“Jim, was that the ‘K’Thale Maneuver’? It certainly does seem…reckless enough to have been devised by a Klingon.” Damrus asked.

“K’Thale?” Navesh said questioningly.

“A famous one armed Klingon orbital sky-diver.” Kirk explained to Navesh.

Continuing on he spoke to Damrus, “No, the maneuver that you’re thinking of involves jettisoning the helmet and gloves once you’ve dropped through the sound barrier then breaking the seal on the chest plate to release the thermic pod on the back. Once the pod’s free you manually open the pod and pull out the drogue ‘chute and release it so it deploys your main ‘chute. It’s a very dangerous maneuver and K’Thale was the only person to successfully survive it. But it’s suppose to be quite a rush, and if a Klingon is saying that than you know that’s a major understatement.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t break anything, because if you had I’d have to kill you after Melina patched you up.” Navesh teased Callum.

As Logan chuckled at Navesh’s comment he heard the communicator built into his suit chirp to indicate he had a waiting hail. Realizing it was very likely his ship trying to get a hold of him Callum tapped a control on the left forearm of the suit to open the channel.

“MacLeod here. Go ahead.” Callum said once the channel clicked open.

“Captain,” Gratakka’ disembodied voice said coming from the suit’s comm-speaker in the collar, “We just received a communiqué we have been ordered to immediately proceed to Star Station Echo.”

“Understood. Break orbit and proceed to Star Station Echo at maximum warp as soon as we’re aboard. MacLeod oot.” Looking to Kirk, Scotty, and McCoy Callum sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Admiral McCoy, will ye be coming with us?”

‘No, boy, you go.” McCoy said in his Georgian drawl, “We’re gonna stay here and visit with Jim and Joseph for a while. We’ll book passage on a commercial liner when we’re ready to go.”

“Understood.” Callum said as Damrus and Navesh stood near him ready for transport. Addressing Damrus he continued on, “Commander Rel, if you’d please…”

“Aye, sir.” Damrus said as he reached for comm-badge, “Rel to Mjolnir.”

“Mjolnir, Lieutenant Gratakka.” Gratakka’ voice sad coming from Damrus’ combadge.

“Three to beam up, Lieutenant. Admiral McCoy and Captain Scott will be remaining on Chal. Energize when ready.” Damrus ordered.

“Aye, aye sir. Standby for transport.” Gratakka replied.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Two =/\=​

Stardate 58053.7 (January 20 2381, 14:29 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Just outside the Gamma 400 System, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

Seconds later Callum, Navesh and Damrus disappeared from the surface of Chal and rematerialized in transporter room one onboard the Mjolnir. As they stepped off of the transporter platform and headed towards the door the Mjolnir began banking out of orbit of Chal and jumped to warp nine point seven five on course for Star Station Echo as the bridge’s enormous viewscreen showed the starburst effect of streaks of light stretching out into a rainbow colored lines wrapping around the ship as the Mjolnir accelerated to warp.

As Callum stepped off of the transporter platform his combadge chirped signaling him that he had an incoming comm-call.

“MacLeod, go ahead.” He said after tapping the combadge.

“Captain, We are receiving a follow up communication. According to the identification data it is from Admiral Blackwell. She wants to speak with you personally.” The disembodied voice of Lieutenant Gratakka reported.

“Route the call tae mah quarters, Lieutenant.” Callum replied.

=/\=​

Sitting down on the small sectional in his quarters moments later Callum pressed the control to activate the tabletop on the cocktail table. Seconds later the all black screen was replaced by the image of Starfleet’s commanding officer for the sector, Admiral Margret Blackwell.

“Tae what dae ah owe the pleasure, Admiral?” Callum asked.

“The fact that Starfleet Command has a priority mission for you and the Mjolnir, Captain.” Admiral Blackwell explained, “Its not a glamorous mission but it is a high priority mission nonetheless. You are to head for Star Station Echo where Admiral Bateson will brief you in your mission.”

"Ye cannae tell me aboot it o'er subspace?" Callum asked.

"No." Blackwell explained, "Two reasons. One Admiral Uhura ordered this method and two, I wasn't given the details."

“Understood, Admiral.” Callum said.

“Any questions, Captain?” The image of Admiral Blackwell asked from the desktop monitor.

“None, admiral.” Callum replied.

“Good. Blackwell out.” The admiral said before closing the communications channel.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Three =/\=
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Stardate 58053.7 (January 20 2381, 14:29 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Surface of Chal
Gamma 400 System, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

“Well, Jim…” McCoy said as he sat in an arm chair in the Kirk house on the surface of Chal.

“Well, what?” Kirk asked.

“What are your plans?” McCoy said as he took a sip of the locally made whisky that his old friend and former commanding officer had poured for him.

“To finish this drink and pour another.” The elder Kirk said.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” McCoy scolded him in his Georgian drawl, “What are you planning to do about the fact that the Suliban are trying to kill you.”

“They’re not the first group that’s wanted me dead and probably won’t be the last.” Kirk replied honestly.

“True, but Chal is not the safest place in the galaxy.” McCoy said, “You should really move to somewhere more secure.”

“Chal’s my home now, Bones. I’m not going anywhere.” Kirk said in a determined tone.

“Jim, you don’t have just yourself to worry about. Think about Joseph.” McCoy said.

“I am.” Kirk replies back evenly, “Chal is his home.”

“His home is wherever you are.” McCoy challenged, “I know you love the boy and want to do right but him. But Chal isn’t safe for the two of you right now. Its too easy for someone to kidnap him here to blackmail you. It doesn’t need to be a permanent change but something does need to change.”

After a moment of silence Kirk said, “You’re Right, Bones… Like usual. What are you thinking?”

“You let me and Scotty worry about that. You pack up stuff for you and Joseph.” McCoy said. Standing up slowly, using the arms of the chair to push against, he looked around and said, “Where’s your comm-link?”

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Four =/\=​

Stardate 58053.72 (January 20 2381, 14:40 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Just outside the Gamma 400 System, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

As a low, almost imperceptible, vibration from the ship’s warp drive moved through the grav-plating of the ready room’s floor Callum relaxed in the comfortable chair behind the desk when his combadge chirped to signal that someone was trying to reach him through the comm-system.

Tapping his combadge with the first two fingers of his right hand to open the Callum said, “MacLeod here.”

“Commander Rel, Captain.” Damrus’ disembodied voice said coming from Callum’ combadge, “Sorry to bother you, sir. But we just received a priority one communique from Chal.”

“What did it say?” Callum asked.

“It was a request from Admiral McCoy for us to return to Chal and take some passengers in board. Unfortunately he doesn’t give any specifics.” Damrus answered.

“Come aboot an’ take is back take Chal at warp nine.” Callum ordered.

“Aye, sir. Bridge out.” Came Damrus’ reply before the comm-channel quietly clicked closed.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Five =/\=​

Stardate 58053.85 (January 20 2381, 15:45 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir in orbit of Chal
Chal System, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

“Captain, Chal Capital City Transport Center reports ready to beam four onboard.” Ensign Rita Tanenbaum said from the transporter control console.

“Thank ye, Ensign. Energize when ready.” Callum replied.

“Aye, sir. Energizing.” Tannenbaum replied as she worked the touchscreen of the transporter console.

Within literal seconds a quartet of columns of silver light appeared on the transporter platform and quickly coalesced into Scotty, McCoy and the elder and younger Kirks.

“Ah dinnae think that ah would be seeing ye again so soon.” Callum said with a grin on his face, “Not that it’s unwelcome. Quite the opposite in fact. Is there somewhere ye need take be taken? Ah’ve been ordered tae proceed tae Star Station Echo but ahm sure that command would be willing tae push off our departure for the lot o’ ye.”

“No no no.” McCoy said with a dismissive wave as he stepped off the transporter platform, “Star Station Echo will do fine for now. I’ll explain later, but we’d like to keep a low profile for now.”

“O’ course.” Callum said, “Ah’ll show ye tae quarters if ye want.”

“That’ll be fine, son.” McCoy said, “These old bones of mine could use a rest.”

“Old bones?” Joseph said speaking up with youthful innocence, “Dad says you don’t have an old bone in your body, they’ve all been replaced with new ones.”

“Joseph!” The elder Kirk scolded embarrassedly as they stepped off of the transporter platform.

“What?!” Joseph said, “Its true!”

“This way.” Callum said gesturing to the door as Joseph flashed his father a glance that was part scolding part sass.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Six =/\=​

Stardate 58053.88 (January 20 2381, 16:03 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Surface of Chal
Gamma 400 System, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

“All units fire!” The Suliban commander, Drel, said to his wrist communicator.

Without warning a half dozen particle beams tore through the outer walls of the empty Kirk house again and again with murderous furry.

“Cease fire!” Drel ordered after a moment, “Unit two proceed into the home. Confirm that the target had been eliminated.”

“Moving in.” Came the response seconds later, “Entering the home…. Front room in clear…. Kitchen in clear… Bedrooms are… clear. There’s no one here. Repeat there is no one here.”

“He’s supposed to be here!” The Suliban commander shouted into his comm-link, “He’s supposed to be here! Where is he!”

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Seven =/\=​

Stardate 58055.9 (January 21 2381, 09:45 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar space, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

The next morning Callum was once again in his ready room when his combadge chirped to signal that he had a waiting hail. Tapping his combadge to open the comm-link Callum spoke up to let whoever was hailing him know that it was okay for them to speak.

“MacLeod , Go ahead.” Callum said after tapping his combadge.

“Commander Rel, Captain. We have dropped to sub-light and are holding position until we can begin our final approach to the Star Station Echo.” Damrus’ voice said coming from Callum’s combadge.

“Why are we having tae wait?” Callum asked as he sat in his seat behind the ready room desk while the Mjolnir waited to begin its final approach to the station with it long central core surrounded by three large docking pods each of which were capable of holding eight ships as large as an Excelsior.

“The Sequoia needs to clear the lane we’ve been assigned for approach, sir.” Damrus’ voice said a moment later, “It’ll only be a few more minutes before we can begin our approach. They are almost clear of the lane.”

“Excellent, commander. Please transmit any outstanding requisition requests tae the station. Ah’ll be there momentarily. MacLeod out.” Callum said before he tapped his combadge to close the channel.

Once the comm-link clicked closed Callum finished off his bottle of lime pick-a-pop and stood up and walked around the ready room desk and headed for the replicator. Once he reached it he placed the empty bottle on the replicator’s receiving platform and tapped the recycle button on the replicator’s control panel causing it to dematerialize as Callum turned and walked towards the ready room door and out onto the bridge.

Walking past the helm and ops stations Callum watched Damrus stand up and step away from the center seat. Once he reached the center seat Callum stepped up onto the dais and sat down in the Mark VII captain’s chair on the dais in the center of the Mjolnir’s bridge before he began to speak.

“The bridge is mine. Commander. Callum said.

“Aye, sir.” Damrus said formally relinquishing command of the bridge before returning to the first officer and communications station.

“Captain, we are being hailed by Star Station Echo operations. The dockmaster has signaled that we are cleared to proceed around the station and dock in berth eleven. They'll take control once we've come around." Damrus said from the first officer's station.

Callum nodded and without turning around, he replied, "Understood, Commander. Send an acknowledgement signal tae the dockmaster."

Leaning forward slightly he said, "Lieutenant Nerah, bring us around the station."

"Aye, aye, Captain," Nerah replied quickly as his fingers danced over the helm controls as he guided the Mjolnir around the immense form of Star Station Echo.

“Star Station Echo has assumed navigational control. I no longer have control of the ship.” Nerah reported from the helm.

“Understood, Lieutenant.” Callum replied.

“Commander, the dockmaster has asked us to just sit back and enjoy the ride.” Damrus said from the XO/Communications station.

Turning to look at his XO Callum said, “Send our acknowledgement, Commander.”

“Impulse engines switching to standby. Maneuvering thrusters coming online.” Nerah announced.

Seconds later the Mjolnir’s viewscreen showed the two giant doors of Star Station Echo with the number two on them. As the Mjolnir slowed as the viewscreen showed the doors silently opening and sliding out of view, exposing the inside of the second of station’s three massive docking pods. Inside the brightly lit and enormous docking bay was two Loadstar class freighters, the FCS Europa and the FCS Ganymede, and the Border Service’s near legendary Albacore class starship USS Bluefin. Once the Mjolnir eased into the cavernous docking bay the umbilical connection hard point cover plates began to retract.

“We’re maneuvering to dock.” Nerah reported, “All propulsion systems are in standby mode. Our inertia is carrying us into position… the Star station is powering up its docking beams… sensors now registering all stop.”

“Positive seal on starboard airlock deck five. Station power is available.” Navesh announced from the helm once a series of dull thuds could be heard indicating the walkway and various umbilicals had successfully attached to the ship.

“Understood.” Callum said. Turning to look at Damrus who sat at the first officer and communications station and said, “Commander Rel, signal all sections tae begin station keeping watch an’ put me on ship wide.”

“Aye, sir.” Damrus said as his fingers danced across the freestanding console in front of him that served as first officer and communications station.”

After the three toned whistle sound of a bosun’s whistle sounded indicating Callum began speaking as he turned back to face the viewscreen as he spoke, “Attention all hands, this is the Captain. We have docked at Star Station Echo, for the duration o’ our time here all off duty personnel are authorized tae visit the station if they wish. All departments submit status reports tae Commander Rel and begin standard dock watch rotation. Captain MacLeod oot.”

Turning to face Damrus at the first officer and communications station after the comm-link closed Callum said as he stood up, “The ship is yours, commander. Ahm goin’ tae check in with our passengers an’ then beam o’er tae meat with Admiral Bateson.”

“Aye, sir. Rel out.” Damrus said as he stood up to head for the center seat to assume command as Callum began heading for the turbolift.

=/\=​

“So Bones? What now? Where do we go from here?” Kirk asked as he sat on the couch in his hand Joseph’s quarters on the Mjolnir.

“We’ll hitch a ride on the Bluefin which will take us to the SS Eschaton. Which will take us to Earth.” McCoy said.

“The Eschaton?” Kirk asked questioningly

“A Harbinger class freighter run by a former Border Service Captain, Bjorn Koordsen.” McCoy said, “Its not exactly the lap of luxury, but she’s low profile and that what we need more than creature comforts right now. His father served as my attaché, when he was a young officer, a few decades back. Bjorn’s agreed to take us onboard as unregistered passengers…for a price. Once we arrive we’ll beam down to your family farm in Iowa. I’ve kept in touch with your nephew Peter over the years and he retired to the farm a while back and he and his family have ‘the guest house’ ready for you and Joseph. Pavel’s already made the arrangements for a security detachment to provide discrete presidential level security. Until this business with the Suliban is sorted out.”

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Eight =/\=​

Stardate 58055.98 (January 21 2381, 10:25 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar space, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

Once Callum finished materializing in one of the transporter rooms on Star Station Echo he saw an Andorian in a support services division uniform with a lieutenant’s pips on his collar standing at the transporter operator’s console.

“Captain MacLeod?” The Andorian said lieutenant asked wanting to confirm Callum’s identity.
“Aye, an’ ye’d be?” Callum replied as he stepped off of the transporter platform.

“Lieutenant V’nosh, attaché to Admiral Bateson. If you would please come with me, sir, the Admiral is waiting for you.”

“Lead on, lieutenant. Ah’d hate tae keep the Admiral waiting.” Callum asked as stepped off of the transporter platform.

Moments later Callum was standing outside of a standard looking Starfleet door in a standard looking corridor a few decks below the one that held the transporter room he had beamed into. Walking through a door into a plain looking anteroom whose main feature was a large mural of the Soyuz-class USS Bozeman. Gesturing to the door Lieutenant V’nosh spoke up talking to Callum as he went to sit behind the anteroom’s lone desk.

“The admiral and is waiting for you inside. I’ll be waiting out here to escort you back to the transporter room once your briefing is over.” V’nosh said.

Once Callum walked through the door he found himself in a large office with the outer wall was dominated by a large transparent aluminum viewport. There were two sofas, a coffee table, plush carpeting, and a magnificent desk that looked to be made of real Terran Oak. Sitting at the desk was none other than the legendary Admiral Morgan Bateson, Commanding Officer of Star Station Echo and the Starfleet Border Service Seventh Squadron.

“Captain Callum MacLeod , reporting as ordered.” Callum said formally after walking up to the desk and standing at attention.

“Have a seat, Captain.’ Bateson said from her seat as he gestured at the seats across the desk.

“Thank-ye Admiral.” Callum said as he sat down in one of the chairs.

“I’m going to get right to it, Captain.” Bateson said. Gesturing to a monitor on the bulkhead that showed a tactical map of the one the bulkhead he said, “Admiral Uhura, herself, transmitted orders for you. Apparently S.I. has come into the possession of certain data that seems to indicate that a terrorist organization, the Suliban Cabal, had plans to assassinate a high profile target.”

Sliding and an isolinear chip across the desktop Bateson carried in saying, “That chip contains all of the data that S.I. was able to provide. Do you have any questions, Captain?”

“Ah dinnae, admiral.” Callum replied.

“Very good, Captain.” Bateson said as she pressed a desktop control on the desk. Seconds later as the doors whooshed open and lieutenant V’nosh walked into the office Bateson continued speaking this time addressing the Andorian lieutenant, “Lieutenant, please escort Captain MacLeod back to the transporter room so he can return to his vessel.”

“Aye, admiral.” The Andorian said as Callum stood up from his spot in front of the Admiral’s desk. Continuing on he gestured to the door and spoke to Callum saying, “This way, if you would please, Captain.”

“Of course, Lieutenant.” Callum said as he turned to head towards the door to follow the Andorian Lieutenant.

=/\=​

Moments later, and without a warning, the turbolift door on the port side of the Mjolnir’s bridge whooshed open and Callum stepped out having just returned from his briefing on Star Station Echo about the Mjolnir’s upcoming humanitarian mission.

Seeing Damrus begin to stand up from where he was sitting in the center seat Callum waved him back into the center seat as he walked across the bridge towards the ready room while he spoke.

“The bridge is still yours. Ahm just passing through, Commander.” Callum said. Continuing on he held up the isolinear chip and said, “Ah’ll be in mah ready room reviewing some data about the Ikiri sector if ye need me.”

"Aye, sir." Damrus said acknowledging Callum's order and sitting back down in the center seat as Callum continued to cross the bridge.

Walking across the bridge past the helm and ops stations Callum passed the ship’s dedication plaque before walking into the ready room. As the door whooshed closed behind him Calum saw a clear bottle filled with a blue liquid sitting on the desk. Walking over and sitting down Callum looked at the bottle and saw that the label bore un-translated Romulan script and the image of the Romulan Empire’s insignia of a stylized raptor holding the worlds of Romulus and Remus in its talons.

Tapping the silver outline of the Starfleet delta on top of two vertical gold quadrangles on his uniform Callum said, “MacLeod tae Rel.”

“Rel here. What can I do for you, Captain?” Damrus’s voice replied from the combadge.

“There’s a bottle on mah desk, Commander.” Callum said leaving the description unstated.

“There is, sir.” Damrus said, “It turns out that the Red Star is at the station. Their first officer brought it over as a thank-you for our helping them out last time we met. That may not be the only bottle on board.”

“Understood, Commander.” Callum said with a chuckle, “MacLeod oot.”

As the comm-link quietly clicked closed Callum turned to face the desktop monitor and pressed the control on its base to wake it up from its power save mode before sliding the isolinear chip into the reader slot in the monitor’s base.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Nine =/\=​

Stardate 58056.07 (January 21 2381, 11:11 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Suliban Helix
Epsilon Vega System Asteroid Belt, Neutral Space

“You failed to eliminate Kirk.” Jamron Harnoth said from his position on the temporal communicator’s platform.

“It wasn’t our fault. We missed being there but moments.” Shilin replied.

“I’m not interested in excuses.” Harnoth said, “Where is Kirk now?”

“We don’t know.” Shilin grudgingly admitted.

“You… don’t… know.” Harnoth said slowly, “What about MacLeod and the Mjolnir?”

“We’re working on figuring that out.” Shilin admitted trying to make the news sound better than it was.”

Without warning the temporal communicator suddenly turned off leaving Shilin standing by himself in the temporal communicator chamber.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Ten =/\=​

Stardate 58056.07 (January 21 2381, 11:11 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir docked with Star Station Echo
Interstellar space, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

“Commander Rel, recall any crew that may be on the station an’ contact Echo’s ops and request immediate clearance for departure.” Callum said as he strode onto the bridge and headed for the center seat.

“Aye, sir.” Damrus replied as he vacated he center seat and headed for the XO/Communications station.

Moments later Damrus spoke up saying, “All crew are onboard.”

“Excellent.” Callum said, “Signal the station that we are ready to depart.”

“Operations has cleared us for departure" Damrus said.

“Laying in the vector now.” Nerah said as his fingers danced across the helm, “Course laid in, standing by.”

“All sections report manned and ready for departure, Captain,” Navesh announced from Ops. “All moorings and umbilicals have been retracted. We are operating on internal power and all hatches show sealed and secure. Thrusters, impulse and warp are online at hot standby.”

Callum turned to look at his first officer for final confirmation of the readiness of his ship. Looking up from his interface Damrus returned the unspoken question with a nod.

“Take is oot, Mister Nerah.” Callum ordered

"Engaging bow thrusters." Nerah replied as his fingers flee over the helm console inputting the relevant command sequences and made continual adjustments, "We’re clear of the berth… bringing us to one oh one mark zero… We’re in the departure lane… bay doors are opening."

Speaking up as the viewscreen showed the Mjolnir passing through the open docking bay doors Nerah said, “We have cleared the station and are free to navigate.”

“Lay in a course for the Epsilon Vega System and engage at warp nine.” Callum ordered. Turning to face Damrus as the Mjolnir went to warp Callum said, “Have the senior staff in the conference room in ten minutes. Ah’ll be in mah ready room.”

“Epsilon Vega.” Nerah said to no one in particularly as the ready room door whooshed closed behind Callum, “That’s not exactly next door. “It’ll take us a week just to get there at warp nine.”

=/\=​

Walking through the door that led from the Mjolnir’s bridge to the rectangular conference room and saw the conference table with the senior staff sitting around it. Walking to the head of the table Callum began talking.

“Ah ken ye are wondering why we left Star Station Echo like a bat oot o’ hell.” Callum said as he sat down at the head of the table, “Admiral Uhura herself has a mission for us… S.I. believes they’ve located the Cabal’s main base. We’re being sent tae take it oot. Ah dinnae aboot the rest o’ he but ahm more than ready tae put an end tae their attempts on Captains Kirk’s life. He deserves take he able take raise Joseph in peace.”

“Frak yea!” Gratakka said as he says in his seat exuding and air of quiet intensity with his mere presence, “Sounds like a right good brawl waiting to happen!”

The gathered senior staff chuckled appreciative of Gratakka’s protective nature wrapped in his blunt and dry sense of humour.

“Let’s give those yarliq-assed frakers what’s for!” Prolasch exclaimed echoing Gratakka’s sentiment in his usual blunt Tellarite curse laden manner that made him so beloved by the entire crew.

“Commander Gorsach, are our engines capable o’ sustained high warp for a prolonged period?” Callum asked.

“They’re more than capable, sir.” Prolasch said puffing up with pride, “I can give you warp nine as long as we have fuel or until we need to do maintenance on the warp drive, whichever comes first.”

“Ah’ll keep that in mind, Commander.” Callum said, “Lieutenant Gratakka, ah want ye tae begin conducting drills with the crew. Run the gamut from intruders tae SAR-OP and tactical away missions.”

Continuing on as he looked around Callum said, “Does anyone else have anything tae ask or add?”

After a round of ‘No, sir’ sounded off in the room Callum said, “In that case, ye all can consider yourselves dismissed. Please return tae your stations. Commander Rel please take command o’ the bridge.”

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Eleven =/\=​

Stardate 58056.86 (January 21 2381, 18:07 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar space, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

That evening Malcolm lay on the bunk in his cabin reading from intelligence reports from a PADD when his combadge chirped. Setting the PADD down beside him Malcom tapped his combadge to open the channel to find out who was trying to get a hold of him.

“Washbourne, go ahead.” Malcolm said.

“We’re receiving a communication for you, sir. It’s marked priority and is on a secure frequency.” The disembodied voice of the Beta shift ops officer said coming from the combadge.

“Route it to my cabin.” Malcolm said as he hopped off of the bunk and walked over to the bulkhead mounted console.

Once he had walked the few steps to the console Malcolm pressed the accept button that was flashing on the screen. Seconds later the viewscreen showed the image the Section Thirty-One operative Vasily Zeitsev sitting in a non-descript office that gave no signs as to where he was. Seeing his Section Thirty-One handler on the screen brought all the conflicted feelings he’d been pushing down to explode to the surface and finalize the decision he’d been putting off ever since he’d discover and deleted the Section Thirty-One coding from the HECTOR hologram.

“Agent Washbourne.” Zeitsev said, “We need to talk.”

“What do you want?” Malcolm said angrily as he looked at the image of Zeitsev on the monitor.

“There is some concern that you may be losing sight of the big picture being on that ship.” Zeitsev said.

“I’m not. In fact I’m seeing things clearer than I have in a long time. Don’t EVER contact me again! I’m done with all the cloak and dagger work; Is that clear?” Malcolm said angrily.

“Maybe you didn’t understand our recruitment policy.” Zeitsev said neutrally, “Agents can’t simply walk away from Section Thirty-One. Especially ones with your special… status”

“Watch me! I answer to ONE commanding officer – Callum MacLeod. If you ever come after me, this ship and crew or anyone I care about I will make sure everyone knows EVERYTHING that I know about Section Thirty-One.” Malcolm said, “If that means that I have to out myself as an Augment the so be it!”

“Malcolm, there’s no need to go to extremes. Why don’t we…” Zeitsev started before Malcolm pressed the end button closing the channel cutting Zeitsev off mid sentence before returning to his bunk to continue reading his intelligence reports.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Twelve =/\=​

Stargate 58058.34 (January 22, 2381. 07:05 Federation Standard Starship Time)
USS Mjolnir en route for Epsilon Vega
Interstellar Space, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

As the various systems of the Mjolnir hummed a low, almost imperceptible and subliminal, thrum as they worked to keep the crew alive and comfortable the ship’s chef, Chief Petty Officer Jang Si Veran bustled around in the mess hall’s kitchen preparing breakfast for the crew. As he worked Jang Si hummed softly, a low, resonant thrum that vibrated through the galley as he skillfully flipped a sizzling stack of telar-flapjacks whose aroma of spices and toasted grains filled the air.

Walking up to the counter that separated the galley from the dining area of he mess hall said, "Morning, Chief. It smells like ye are trying tae lure the entire crew in here."

“Just ensuring everyone begins the day with proper nourishment, Captain.” Jang Si said as he gestured with a spatula towards the steaming platters. “Telar-flapjacks, spiced with Volosian sun-pepper. And a side of pickled garthian root, for those with a more adventurous palate.”

Callum poured himself a mug of strong, black coffee. “Right then. Need to fuel up before we get to it."

“Do you want some raktajino, sir?” Jang Si asked gesturing off to the side of the galley, “I have a fresh pot back here.”

“Ach.” Callum exclaimed in his Scottish brogue, “Ah cannae stand the stuff. It tastes like rancid mud!”

With a chuckle, as he flipped a telar-flapjacks with his gleaming duranium spatula, Jang Si said, “Personally, I agree with you. I’d rather drink a bad batch of Commander Gorsach’s engine room hooch, but the crew loves it.”

Walking up to the counter with her green skin shimmering in the galley’s light Navesh looked around and said, "I wonder where Damrus is this morning? He's usually one of the first in line for something this aromatic.”

Just then, the Eskan first officer entered walking with Vhela at his side as the two of them talked while her sleek bluetooth headset-like rebreather provided her with the additional atmospheric gasses that she needed. On the other side of the room Prolasch was regaling Nerah with a tale about his latest modification to the warp drive’s plasma conduits. He was animated, using his hands to illustrate the flow of energy completely ignoring the plate and mug in front of him.

“And then,” Prolasch boomed as his tusks poked through his unruly salt and pepper beard, “I recalibrated the flux regulator and BAM! We got a three frakking percent increase in efficiency!”

Nerah, despite his attempts to look attentive, stifled a yawn. He was eager to be on the bridge at his beloved helm where he could do what he did best, pilot the ship. The meal continued with a comfortable hum of conversation. The clatter of cutlery and snippets of technical jargon woven into casual chat created a familiar symphony. Before long the breakfast ended as quickly as it had begun. Plates were cleared, final sips of coffee were taken, and the crew, refreshed and ready, began to disperse to their respective stations. Callum watched them leave, a sense of quiet pride swelling in his chest. The Mjolnir might not be the fastest ship in the fleet, but it was a good ship, with a good crew, and they had work to do and lives to save.

He turned to Navesh, his voice softening slightly. "Ready tae face the unknown, mah love?"

Navesh’s full emerald lips curved into a genuine smile, “Always, especially with you."

=/\=​

“Captain.” Nerah said to get Callum’ attention as he turned away from the helm.

“Aye, Lieutenant?” Callum replied unconsciously leaning forward slightly in the Mark Seven Captain’s chair in the center of the bridge.

“Sensors are detecting an ion storm on our current heading.” Nerah said.

Lieutenant Commander Navesh Tymoshenko spoke up from the Ops console saying “Captain, we’re detecting a significant ion storm, directly ahead.”

“Lieutenant Vhela,” Callum said as he turned to the science station, “What’s the storm’s energy readings? Can ye discern any specific dangers?”

Vhela’s brow was creased with concentration, “The storm’s ionic activity is extremely high, Captain. It’s fluctuating wildly. I’m detecting a complex interplay of magnetic fields. It’s…unpredictable. There is a chance of localized distortion of subspace, and potentially harmful radiation levels. We should approach with extreme caution.”

A hush fell over the bridge, ion storms were common yet unpredictable and dangerous. Their electromagnetic discharges could wreak havoc on any of a starship’s systems. Callum nodded slowly, the implications of Vhela’s words sinking in. A powerful ion storm, unpredictable, potentially dangerous and, if the projection held, on a collision course for the USS Mjolnir.

“Alter course tae take us around the storm, lieutenant” Callum replied leaning back into the comfortable backrest padding of the center seat.

“Aye, sir.” Nerah said as he expertly manipulated the controls, the USS Mjolnir responding instantly to his will. A moment later he continued on saying, “Coming to new course. Maintaining speed at warp nine."

“Put the ion storm on screen, Commander Rel.” Callum ordered.

Seconds late the viewscreen image changed from the standard forward view of space in front of the Mjolnir to a view of the ion storm and its wispy purple and blue flames that seemed to undulate as if they were alive as the storm moved through space.

“Analysis o’ the storm, Lieutenant Vhela.” Callum ordered looking at the image of the storm on the viewscreen.

“Its a cat five ion storm. Based on these readings the computer is projecting for it to burn itself out within fifty-two standard hours.” Vhela reported.

Turning to face Damrus at the XO/Communications Station on the starboard bulkhead and said, “The bridge is yours, Commander Rel. Ah’ll be in mah ready room.”

“Aye, sir.” Damrus said as he standing up from the XO/Communications Station as Callum stood up and headed for the port side exit to head to the ready room.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Thirteen =/\=
​

Stardate 58058.36 (January 22 2381, 07:16 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Suliban Cabal cruiser Vengeance
Interstellar space, Sector 25712, United Federation of Planets

“Sensors are detecting a Federation starship.” Nillian reported from the Suliban cruiser’s helm as it his within the periphery of the ion storm.

“Can you identify the ship?” the ship’s commander, Trelin, asked.

Consulting the readouts Nillian said, “Based on the warp signature it’s the Starfleet ship Mjolnir.”

“What’s their heading?” Trelin queried.

“One-one-three by zero-four-four.” Nillian replied.

“Hmmm… the only thing of note on that heading is Epsilon Vega.” Trelin mused standing up from the center seat, “Keep us hidden and send a cloaked cell ship to follow them. I’m going to tell Shelin what we’ve detected. There must be a reason why one of the Federation’s warships is heading to a supposedly uninhabited system that just so happens to be our main stronghold.”

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Fourteen =/\=​

Stardate 58058.38 (January 22 2381, 07:25 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Harbinger class SS Eschaton in orbit of Earth
Sol System, Sector 001, United Federation of Planets

“Koordsen to passenger lounge” the disembodied voice of the ship’s captain, Bjorn Koordsen, said coming from the overhead speaker, “We’re on final approach to Earth and have been cleared to enter orbit.”

“Thank-you, Captain. We’ll be to the transporter right away.” McCoy said before turning to face Kirk, Joseph and Scotty. Slapping his hands against his legs as he slowly rose from the plush chair he sat in he said, “Its time to go.”

Ten minutes later the two Kirks, McCoy and Scotty were standing in Eschaton’s the transporter room with Captain Koordsen.

“Do you have the coordinates?” McCoy asked.

“I do.” Koordsen replied. Holding out a PADD for McCoy to put his thumbprint on to pay for the trip he continued on, ”As soon as we settle up I’ll beam you down.”

Pressing his thumb in the civilian PADD to authorize the payment to Koordsen looked at the civilian Captain McCoy said, “Its been a pleasure. Captain. If anyone asks…”

“You were never here.” Koordsen said, “And why would you have been? The Eschaton doesn’t normally carry passengers. I made the trip to Earth to visit my mother.”

“Its been a pleasure not being here, son.” McCoy said with a smile. Turning to face Scotty, Joseph and Kirk he said, “Let’s get going.”

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Fifteen =/\=​

Stardate 58061.4 (January 23 2381, 09:52 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir en route for Epsilon Vega
Interstellar Space, Sector 25713, Neutral Space

“Long range sensors have detected a ship on an intercept course.” Malcolm said speaking up from the intelligence and combat tracking station.

Turning to face his intelligence officer Callum said, “Can ye identify the ship, Lieutenant Washbourne?”

Tapping a series of buttons on his console Malcolm read he display and said, “According to the transponder data it’s the Titan.”

“Captain, the Titan is hailing us.” Damrus said.

“Put them on screen, Commander.” Callum ordered.

Seconds later the viewscreen changed to the image of Captain William Riker on the bridge of the Luna class USS Titan.

“Captain MacLeod, Titan requests permission to you.” Riker said from the center seat of the Titan’s bridge with a smile on his face.

“Its good tae see ye again, Will.” Callum said with a chuckle, “How did ye find oot about our little endeavor?”

“I have my sources.” Riker said with a chuckle as he sat on a bridge that looked like a blend between the bridges of the Enterprise-D and the Enterprise-E with his wife and diplomatic officer Deanna Troi to his left and his first officer, Christine Vale, to his right.

“Admiral Uhura told us before she ordered us to survey the Epsilon Vega system for gaseous anomalies.” Troi said with a chuckle.

“Ah the good ol’ ‘gasesous anomaly’ survey missiom.” Callum chuckled, “Ye’d think that S.I. would come up with something new.”

“Well, you know what they say about military intelligence.” Riker said from his seat in the center of the Titan’s bridge. Changing the subject he said, “If you’d be willing to hold position until we can rendezvous with you I can beam over and we can figure out how we’ll take care of the Cabal.”

“Take us oot o’ warp an’ hold position, Lieutenant Nerah.” Callum ordered. Continuing on he said, “We await your arrival.”

“Excellent. We’ll see you soon. Titan out.” Riker said before the comm-channel closed causing the viewscreen to revert to the view of the inky blackness of interstellar space.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Sixteen =/\=​

Stardate 58061.61 (January 23 2381, 11:43 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir - Holding position waiting for the Titan
Interstellar Space, Sector 25713, Neutral Space

As he sat behind the ready room desk reading ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’ by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle from and oversized PADD, Callum’s combadge chirped to indicate that someone was trying to reach him through the internal communications system. Setting down the oversized PADD after pressing the control to put it into sleep mode Callum tapped his combadge to open the channel.

“MacLeod here. Go ahead.” Callum said.

“Commander Rel, Captain.” Damrus’ disembodied voice said coming from Callum’s combadge, “The Titan has arrived and signaled that Captain Riker is ready to beam over.”

“Understood, Commander. Please see tae it. MacLeod oot.” Callum said before tapping his combadge and opening the top drawer of his desk.

=/\=​

Moments later Captain William Riker materialized on one of the transporter pads in the Mjolnir’s transporter room one and looking at the transporter operator’s console he saw Damrus Standing behind the console. As Riker stepped off of the transporter platform Damrus stepped out from behind the console.

“Welcome onboard, Captain. Captain MacLeod asked me to escort you to the ready room.” Damrus said with a smile.

Gesturing towards the door Riker said, “By all means. Lead the way, Commander.’

=/\=​

Callum was sitting behind the desk in his ready room mere moments later when the door chime sounded indicating that someone was waiting outside the ready room on the bridge waiting to come into the ready room.

“Enter.” Callum said saying Starfleet’s standard command/invitation that Starfleet personnel used to let someone who wanted to enter a room know that they could enter.

Seconds after Callum said to enter the ready room doors whooshed open admitting Riker and Damrus.

Gesturing to the seat across from him Callum spoke to Riker saying, “Captain.”
Looking at Damrus he continued on saying “Thank-ye, Commander. If ye would nae mind taking command o’ the bridge.”

“Aye, sir.” Damrus replied before turning to leave.

“Would ye care for a drink, Will?” Callum asked gesturing to the bottle of Romulan ale and two tumblers sitting on he desktop.

“Of course.” Riker said with a chuckle as they sat down, “Where did you get Romulan ale?”

“It was a gift from the XO of a freighter. When we put in tae port a Star Station Echo.” Callum explained as he poured two glasses of Romulan Kali-fal – known throughout the Federation as Romulan Ale – and slid one across the desk to Riker, “We helped her convince her Captain tae get a life-prolonging implant the last time we ran in tae them.”

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Seventeen =/\=​

Stardate 58067.18 (January 25 2381, 12:34 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Mjolnir
Interstellar Space, Sector 25713, Neutral Space

As it cruised through the depths of space at warp nine the sleek, angular hull of the Mjolnir cut through the interstellar medium with grace, its engines humming with the energy of a thousand suns. The ship was a marvel of Federation engineering, designed for missions that required speed, agility, and a robust armament.

As the Mjolnir approached the edge of the Epsilon Vega system, the bridge was a hive of activity. Lieutenant Nerah Antos, the ship's helmsman, adjusted the ship's course with the precision of a natural pilot, his fingers dancing over the controls. Commander Damrus Rel, the first officer and communications officer, monitored the subspace frequencies for any signs of transmissions or anomalies.

"Captain, we are approaching the Epsilon Vega system," Nerah reported, his voice steady and professional. "Dropping out of warp in five, four, three, two, one."

The Mjolnir decelerated with a smooth, almost imperceptible shift, and the stars that had been streaks of light in the viewport returned to their familiar pinpricks of light.

“We are secured from warp speed,” Ensign Nerah announced from the Helm station. “We are steady on course at full impulse, sir.”

Callum took in the distant, pale green-orange glimmer of the star on the bulkhead mounted viewscreen.

“Report, Commander Tymoshenko.” Callum’s said his voice laced with a pronounced Scottish brogue.

“We have arrived at the designated coordinates, Captain. All systems are nominal. We are currently positioned on the outer edge of the Epsilon Vega system.” The emerald skinned ops officer said from the her station.

“Excellent.” MacLeod nodded. “Run a full scan o’ the system. Ah want a comprehensive scan, everything from planetary compositions tae any anomalous readings.”

From the operations station Navesh spoke up as her emerald fingers danced across the Ops console inuting commands, “Aye, Captain. Initiating scans now. Sensor readings are beginning to flood in. The system consists of a E class dwarf star, Epsilon Vega, and six orbiting planets. Initial readings suggest three rocky planets, one gas giant, and two ice giants.”

“E-Class?” Gratakka questioned.

“A relatively rare green-orange star that generates a extreme amount of subspace turbulence throughout the system which means our warp drive won’t work within the system and subspace communications will be spotty at best.” Vhela explained from the science station.

Vhela paused her ridged brow furrowing, “I’m picking up a peculiar energy signature emanating from the gas giant. It’s fluctuating wildly.”

Callum exchanged a concerned glance with Damrus before turning to the science station, “Lieutenant Vhela, what dae ye make o’ this?”

Lieutenant Vhela regarded the various readouts on her own console, “Initial analysis suggests a localized subspace distortion, Captain. But the energy signature does not match any known natural phenomenon.”

“That’s…unsettling.” Callum murmured, “Lieutenant Gratakka, are there any indications o’ hostile activity? Any ships within sensor range?”

Lieutenant Gratakka, a hulking Nausicaan with a prominent scar bisecting his eyebrow, shook his head. “No hostile vessels detected, Captain. However, I am picking up a significant electromagnetic interference that seems to be emanating from the same area as the subspace distortion. It’s making long-range scans difficult. Sensors are being overloaded intermittently.”

“Captain.” Malcolm said speaking up from the Intelligence and combat tracking station, “The energy signature looks very familiar.”

“How so, Lieutenant?” Callum asked turning to look at the ship’s intelligence officer – and unknown to the crew a former Section Thirty-One operative.

“I can’t say how I know, but I’ve heard of a type of clocking device that can, under certain conditions, produce very similar energy signatures.” Malcolm explained.

“Understood, Lieutenant. We’ll proceed cautiously.” Callum said as he drummed against the inside of the the armrest of his command chair with his thumb. “Lieutenant Nerah, plot a course towards the gas giant. Maintain a safe distance but keep us within optimal scanning range.”

Lieutenant Nerah responded with a natural affinity, “Course laid in, Captain. Taking us into the system.”

The Mjolnir, a vessel of subtle grace despite its heavy plating, began her slow and deliberate approach in formation with the sleek form of Captain Riker’s Luna class USS Titan.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Eighteen =/\=​

Stardate 58067.18 (January 25 2381, 12:34 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Kirk Family Farm
Earth, Sector 001, United Federation of Planets

"Dad, can we plant some more tomatoes today?" he asked, his voice tinged with the melodic tone of his Chal'chajmeqy heritage.

Kirk smiled, ruffling Joseph's hair. "Sure, kid. But first, let's finish up with the corn. Then we'll see what we can do about those tomatoes."

As they worked, a gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh earth, and the sky was a brilliant shade of blue. It was a day that seemed perfect for a peaceful life. However, unknown to the two Kirks, the tranquility of was about to be shattered.

Less than an hour later, a strange phenomenon began to develop in the sky. Dark, swirling clouds gathered, forming a pattern that was far too organized to be natural. Kirk, ever the seasoned captain, sensed something was wrong. He paused, looking up at the sky with a frown.

Kirk's instincts, honed from years of commanding the USS Enterprise, kicked in immediately. He scanned the horizon, his eyes narrowing as he tried to discern the source of the disturbance. Joseph, sensing his father's sudden tension, paused and looked up from his basket.

"Dad, what's happening?" Joseph asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Kirk placed a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder. "It's just a storm. But I think we should head back to the house."

As they made their way back to the farmhouse, the sky grew even darker, and the wind became stronger

"Joseph, stay close to me," he instructed, his voice steady but firm. "Something's not right."

Joseph nodded, his eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it, Dad?"

Before James could answer, a thunderous roar filled the air. The clouds parted, revealing a Suliban transport descending rapidly toward the farm as it uncloaked. Suliban were known for their advanced genetic engineering and their tendency to engage in terrorist activities. James's heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"Run, Joseph! Get to the house!" he shouted, pushing his son toward the safety of the farmhouse.

Joseph, despite his young age, understood the urgency. He sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him, his telepathic abilities already picking up the hostile intentions of the Suliban. James, on the other hand, ran in the opposite direction, toward the ship, buying time for his son to reach safety.

The Suliban ship landed with a thud, and a group of armed soldiers emerged. They were a menacing sight, their sleek, black armor reflecting the sun's rays in a sinister manner. James stood his ground, his hands raised in a universal sign of peace.

"State your business here," he demanded, his voice calm but authoritative.

Drel the Suliban commanding the squad stepped forward. "We're here to kill you."

The Suliban soldiers advanced, their weapons at the ready. Kirk, though unarmed, had a plan. He had hidden a phaser rifle in a nearby shed, at the insistence of both McCoy and his nephew Peter. He had prepared for this, knowing that the peaceful life he sought might not always be so peaceful. In a swift, fluid motion, James sprinted to the shed, his heart pounding. He grabbed the phaser rifle and turned to face the Suliban. The leader's eyes widened in surprise, but Kirk didn't give them a chance to react.

"Drop your weapons!" he barked, aiming the phaser at the leader.

The Suliban soldiers hesitated, clearly not expecting such resistance from a retired captain. Kirk took advantage of their momentary hesitation, firing a stun beam that incapacitated the leader. The remaining soldiers opened fire, and Kirk took cover behind a stack of hay bales, returning fire with precision.

The battle was intense, but despite his age and the accompanying aches and pains Kirk's years of experience and training gave him the edge. He used the terrain to his advantage, moving swiftly and striking with calculated precision. However, he was outnumbered, and the Suliban were closing in.

Just as the situation seemed desperate, a beam of light descended from the sky. A Starfleet shuttlecraft materialized, and a team of security officers, led by a young, determined officer named Lieutenant Commander Andrea Vasquez, stepped out.

"Stand down!" she shouted, firing her phaser at the Suliban soldiers.

Kirk, relieved to see reinforcements, lowered his phaser and joined the Starfleet team. Together, they engaged the Suliban, using their combined skills and technology to overpower the terrorists. The Suliban, despite their advanced genetic enhancements, were no match for the well-trained Starfleet officers.

The battle raged on, but slowly, the Suliban were forced to retreat. Kirk, Vasquez, and the security team worked in perfect harmony, a testament to the discipline and camaraderie of Starfleet. Within moments, the last Suliban soldier was subdued, and the ship was destroyed.

Kirk, covered in sweat and dirt, approached Vasquez, who was securing the final captive.

"Thank you, Commander," Kirk said, extending a hand. "You and your team arrived just in time."

Vasquez smiled, shaking his hand. "Its what we do."

James nodded, turning his attention to the house. "Is Joseph safe?"

Vasquez followed his gaze. "Yes, Captain. He's inside, unharmed."

Relieved, James jogged to the house, pushing open the door to find Joseph sitting on the couch with a young Bajoran with the one solid and one hollow pip of a junior grade Lieutenant on the collar of his uniform.

Joseph's eyes were wide but his expression calm as he jumped up and raced over asking, "Dad, are you okay?"

James wrapped his arms around his son, holding him tightly. "I'm fine, Joseph. Winded but fine. What about you?"

"I'm fine dad." Joseph said, "Edon kept me safe! He even let me hold a phaser!"

As the Starfleet team prepared to leave, Kirk thanked them once more. "You saved our lives today. I owe you a debt of gratitude."

Vasquez shook his hand again. "Nonsense, sir. It was our pleasure. It looks like you handled the initial wave well, Captain. But we can't take any chances. We'll need to transport you and your son to a secure location until this threat is neutralized."

Kirk hesitated, his mind already thinking of Chal and the life they had built there. But he knew Vasquez was right.

"All right," he said, his voice firm.

"What are your plans once the Suliban are dealt with?" Vasquez asked.

"Once Nyota is convinced its safe Joseph and I are heading back to Chal. That's our home." Kirk explained.

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Chapter Nineteen =/\=
​

Stardate 58067.21 (January 25 2381, 12:45 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
USS Titan
Epsilon Vega system, Sector 25713, Neutral Space

The hum of the USS Titan's warp core was a familiar symphony to Captain Will Riker, a low thrum that vibrated through the deck plates and up into his bones. He stood on the bridge, his posture betraying the years of command etched into him – relaxed yet alert. The starfield outside the viewport was a streaked canvas of blues and purples; their warp journey was nearing its end. He glanced at the tactical display, where the approaching Suliban vessel was becoming increasingly defined.

“Helm,” Riker addressed his pilot a Selkie with an uncanny control over the Titan. “ETA to intercept?”

“Just under two minutes, sir,” Alia Lavena replied, her fingers dancing across the console. “They’re holding steady on an intercept course.”

Riker frowned. The Suliban were known for their unpredictability, their genetically altered forms making them difficult to anticipate. This brazen advance suggested a confidence he found unsettling.

“Communications,” Riker directed, “Open a channel to the Mjolnir. ”

A moment later, the face of Captain MacLeod appeared on the viewscreen, his rugged features framed by a neatly trimmed beard.

“Ye ready tae teach the Suliban a lesson, Will?” Callum’s voice was calm, a counterpoint to the tension Riker felt.

“You know it, Callum.” Riker replied with a grin on his face.

Once the comm-channel clicked closed Riker looked to tactical and said, “Weapons to ready status, Commander Tuvok.”

On the Mjolnir, Callum MacLeod felt the sharp jolt of the ship coming out of warp speed. He straightened his uniform, a habit he’d never quite shaken off despite the years. On the tactical readout on the viewscreen From his tactical chair, he could see the Titan’s silhouette and the Suliban cruiser rapidly closing on its position.

"Lieutenant Nerah," MacLeod called out, his gaze fixed on the unfolding combat. "Get us in tae formation. Ah want us on Titan's starboard flank, ready tae engage."

Nerah, the Bajoran pilot, responded with a nod, his dark eyes focused on her console. His hands moved precisely as he maneuvered the Mjolnir with practiced ease, bringing them into the designated position.

"Position locked in, Captain," Nerah announced, his voice calm and steady amid the tension. "We're ready when you are, sir."

MacLeod allowed himself a brief, determined nod. He was confident in his crew, each and every one a specialist in their roles. The Mjolnir was a lean, powerful vessel, designed for combat.

“Lieutenant Gratakka, lock phasers on the Suliban’s main weapon array,” Callum commanded.

With a sudden burst of speed the Suliban vessel launched a volley of disruptor fire at the Titan. Riker felt the ship shudder, the shields taking the brunt of the attack.

“Return fire!” he barked, his voice sharp, the old tactical instincts kicking in.

The Titan responded with its phaser arrays, a brilliant cascade of energy beams slicing through the void. The Suliban vessel swayed under the impact, but its shields held. It retaliated with another round of disruptor fire, the beams narrowly missing the Titan’s warp nacelles.

“Shields at seventy-five percent, sir.” Tuvok reported, “They’re hitting hard.”

“Evasive maneuvers, Alia. Bring us in closer,” Riker commanded.

He needed to engage the Suliban vessel at close range if they were to have any chance of victory.

As the Titan moved, Riker felt a slight vibration from the aft section. MacLeod was playing his part, drawing the Suliban's attention away.

"Mjolnir, we are taking substantial fire. Engage them directly, now. Target secondary systems first!" Riker said through the real-time comm-link between the two bridges.

“Understood, Titan,” MacLeod responded. “Engaging now.”

The Mjolnir appeared on the viewscreen, a flash of light on the right flank of the Titan, its phasers and torpedo tubes firing with precision. The Suliban cruiser bucked under the barrage, its shield flickering. MacLeod was aiming for their secondary systems, hoping to limit their offensive capabilities with precise strikes.

Riker watched the Suliban vessel carefully, his gaze narrowed as he observed the changes in the battlefield. The Mjolnir was doing its job perfectly, drawing the fire away from the Titan and exploiting the gaps in the Suliban shields. Now was the time to strike.

“Alia, get us into a position to flank them on the left. Let’s put the hurt on them.” Riker ordered.

Alia nodded, her fingers flying across the console. The Titan responded with a powerful surge of its impulse engines, weaving through the black, star-dusted expanse to get on the Suliban's left. As they moved into position, Riker could see an opening in the Suliban formation.

“Target their engine nacelles,” he commanded. "Full phaser power!"

The Titan unleashed a concentrated barrage of phaser fire, the beams tearing into the Suliban vessel. The Suliban cruiser, caught between the Titan and the Mjolnir, buckled and groaned under the assault. Its shields failed leaving its hull exposed.

On the Suliban bridge, Commander Shelin, his reptilian eyes narrowing, snarled in frustration. He had underestimated the Federation. His Suliban crew, augmented and modified through generations of genetic engineering, scrambled to counter the attacks, but it was too late. The hull of their cruiser was breached, flames licking out from various parts of the vessel.

He could see the Titan and the Mjolnir, two vessels moving as one force, a coordinated storm against his own slow, lumbering warship. His pride was a heavy weight. His crew were trained for battle, for destruction, not for this kind of precision.

"Hail the Federation vessel.” Shelin said wanting to see the faces of those who had brought him to his knees.

Callum’s face appeared on the main monitor of Shelin's bridge. "This is Captain Callum MacLeod o’ the USS Mjolnir. Cease fire and prepare to be boarded."

"We will never surrender," Shelin sneered in anger before closing the channel.

On the Titan, Riker watched the final moments of the battle.

"They're done, captain," Tuvok said from the Titan’s tactical station, "Their weapons are offline. Their ship is nothing more than a burning wreck."

"Hail the Mjolnir." Riker ordered his Vulcan second officer and chief tactical officer.

Once Callum appeared on the Titan’s view screen Riker said, “That was some fancy foot work.”

MacLeod nodded. "Aye, it was indeed, Will. Let’s continue into the system. We still have their Helix to deal with."

With a gesture that seemed to say ‘lead the way’ Riker gestured towards the viewscreen saying, “By all means”

 

[Callum MacLeod]

=/\= Epilogue =/\=​

Stardate 58069.77 (January 26 2381, 11:11 Federation Standard Starship Time.)
Starfleet Intelligence Headquarters
Earth, Sector 001, United Federation of Planets

The hum of the Earth’s energy grid was a low thrum beneath the polished floor of Admiral Nyota Uhura’s office. San Francisco glittered in the late afternoon sun, a breathtaking vista framed by the panoramic window behind her desk. Uhura, her silver hair a stark contrast to her still-vibrant eyes, sat behind her desk, her gaze fixed on the man who stood before her, James T. Kirk, the legendary captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise.

"Jim," she said with a smile, her voice the same melodic voice that once relayed hails across vast distances, "it's good to see you. It’s been… a while.”

She gestured towards the comfortable seating area near the window she continued on saying, “Please, sit.”

Kirk moved with a familiar grace, settling into the cushioned chair. The easy way they fell into conversation spoke volumes of the bonds they had forged, not just as shipmates, but as friends. Even after decades, he still possessed that glint of restless energy in his eyes, that familiar furrow between his brows. The years had etched lines on his face, silvered his temples and the recently grown out beard, but the essence of Captain Kirk remained.

Sitting down Kirk offered a small, self-deprecating smile. "So, you called.”

It wasn’t a question.

Uhura leaned back in her chair, the polished leather cool against her back as she made small talk to dodge the proverbial Algorian mammoth in the room, "Where's Joseph?"

"With Bones and Scotty visiting Chekov." Kirk explained, "I figured if you were willing to see me in such a public place then it must be for a good reason."

Uhura sighed internally. Kirk was always the instigator, the challenger of the established order. Even in retirement, he was a maverick.

She leaned back in her chair, the polished leather cool against her back, "Maybe I just wanted to see you. After all it HAS been a long time."

Fixing her with his old Captain's gaze that said 'Don't play games with me' Kirk sat there and stared at her.

“Alright! alright!" Uhura said raising her hands in mock surrender, "We’ve received word from the Mjolnir their mission was a resounding success. The official report will state that on orders from Starfleet Intelligence that the Mjolnir and the Titan decisively neutralized a resurgence of the Suliban Cabal prior to their implementing a plan to assassinate a prominent Federation figure.”

“Prominent… Really?” Kirk said.

“It has the benefit of being true.” Uhura said with a shrug, “Without revealing classified information.”

With a sigh Kirk said, “Don’t equivocate Nyota. It doesn’t suit you.”

“You and Joseph are free to go home to Chal, or wherever else you may want to go.” Uhura said ignoring Kirk’s comment.

Kirk chuckled, a low, dry sound. "So what's the 'but' that warranted two of Starfleet’s newest, most advanced ships being deployed.”

"Your safety." Uhura said hoping Kirk would accept the answer.

Once again fixing her with his old Captain's gaze that said 'Don't play games with me' Kirk stared at her. Uhura steepled her fingers, a habitual gesture she adopted when facing a particularly thorny problem.

“Your safety... and the fact that the Suliban, in their recent activities, utilized technology that suggested… a significant leap in their capabilities. We assessed that, their plans for you aside, they posed a genuine risk.” She explained, her gaze locking with his.

He didn't interrupt. Instead, he listened intently, his focus unwavering.

“What’s concerning is that even with the Cabal's destruction, our intelligence indicates that there are similar organizations out there who pose a threat to the Federation."

Uhura said with her hands gesturing to encompass the scope of the problem, “Starfleet needs people that can be trusted. People who can adapt, improvise and aren’t looking for the spotlight. We need people like you.”

Kirk was silent for a long moment then, finally, he spoke, his voice low and contemplative. "You want me to come back, Nyota? After all these years?"

“Not ‘back’, exactly, Jim. Not to command a Starfleet vessel in the traditional sense. I'm offering you a more... specialized role. You would be an operative, working under deep cover, with a wide degree of autonomy. You would have access to the latest technology, including…” she paused, letting the significance of her next words hang in the air, “ a ship.”

Kirk’s head snapped up, his eyes alight with a spark she hadn't seen in years. "A ship, you say?"

"Yes. The Calypso. She's what we call a "Q Ship"." Uhura explained, "There's more to her than meets the eye. She's small, state-of-the-art starship disguised to look like a commercial freighter for use in covert missions with that the Starfleet can't be openly associated with... are you interested?"

"Maybe... But IF I say yes I want to change her name." Kirk said with a smile.

"You can't call her Enterprise." Uhura chuckled.

"That's a good name, but that's not what I was thinking." Kirk said with a grin.

"Well then what were you thinking?” Uhura asked.

"That being in command of a ship is a beautiful dream." Kirk replied, "A... Belle Reve."

Pressing some controls on the desktop Uhura prompted the computer to create a 3D holographic image of what looked like a freighter above the table.

A soft whistle escaped Kirk’s lips. "She's a beauty."

He leaned closer, studying the details with a focused intensity. The years seemed to fall away from him, replaced by the eager curiosity of a man poised on the edge of a new adventure.

“I'm not going to lie to you, we've been through too much together for me to disrespect you like that. It’s a significant commitment, Jim," Uhura said, her gaze searching his. "You would be an operative, working under deep cover, with a wide degree of autonomy. It carries considerable risk. But the potential rewards… could be immeasurable."

Kirk leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. He tapped for a few moments, his mind clearly considering all angles of the offer. He didn't answer immediately. Instead he offered a small, almost hidden smile. A smile that was both familiar and disconcerting.

He finally spoke, his voice low and filled with a familiar energy. “Risk is our business."

The holographic image flickered for a moment like a silent promise of adventures yet to come. The sun continued to shine through the window casting long shadows across the room, while the world outside the walls of Starfleet Command went on about its business unaware that a legend, generally thought to be deceased, had just accepted an offer that would plunge him back into the heart of the unknown. This time under the direction of the woman who had always been his anchor, his friend, and his fellow explorer, Admiral Nyota Uhura. The unspoken understanding between them was as solid as durasteel, and the future, while uncertain, was brimming with possibility.

The adventures of the Mjolnir’s crew will continue in…
Star Trek: Mjolnir – Beyond Federation Lines​