Star Trek The Generation: The Gift An SI

[Admiral_Young]

This story is more than four years in the making. I don't recall any Self-Inserts in Fan Fiction at all, so if this isn't your thing I totally understand. This is also my first fic in here in like 20 years or something...so I hope you all enjoy.

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Chapter One: Arrival 2365

Shortly after Stardate 42761.3 (Q Who)

"They found him in a Jefferies Tube near Main Engineering."

Is that... Worf?

"He was just laying there unconscious in these clothes."

Ohhhhh my head. What happened? W-where am I? I hear familiar humming as well as another voice says.

"I've never seen clothes like this before except in historical docs. Nothing is registering on any Federation database where ID is concerned."

"That's unusual. Pulaski to Picard."

"Picard here. Go ahead Doctor."

"Sir, I think you should come down to sickbay, we have an unusual patient you might want to talk to." Pulaski? Picard? What? WHAT? WHAT?!!!

"Understood Doctor. I'm on my way."

"Doctor, he's coming around now." I am indeed as I lay on the bio bed and look up to see Doctor Selar and Doctor Pulaski.

"Ohhhhh...Pulaski." I manage to mutter. My head hurts

"You've sustained a blow to the head, we've taken care of it but you may be disorientated for a few more minutes."

I'm in Star Trek The Next Generation??? Season Two??? On the Enterprise. I here a familiar wooshing sound as the doors to sickbay open and I see Captain Picard walk in with Worf and two other security guards. I look at them awestruck. I must look very humourous to them...except for Worf. Worf has a scowl on his face that would make any Klingon proud.

"This is the intruder we discovered in the Jefferies Tube near Main Engineering."

Worf reports to the Captain. Thanks Worf. I hear more humming as I'm continued to be scanned with a medical tricorder. I am fully awake now

"Easy there, you're okay. You're on--"

"The Enterprise." I say bewildered. Picard approaches me and introduces himself---I cut him off though before he begins.

"Captain Jean-Luc Picard, commanding officer of the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-Delta. It is truly an honor sir, I apologize for cutting you off. "

It's Sir Patrick Stewart!!! Gurney!!!!! What is going on here?

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage sir...you appear to know who I am, but..." I stick out my hand

"Adam Christopher Young sir." Picard takes the hand and shakes it. It's a firm grip. Professional. As expected. I can't believe what is going on here.

"I know you have questions, and believe me I'd love to provide you with answers, but I don't have any. I am fully prepared to subject myself to any tests you wish to be run on me. I know where I'm supposed to be, and the Enterprise isn't it." Picard takes this in and tugs his uniform. He did the thing! He did the thing!! My head hurts. Selar injects me with a hypo and talks to me like i'm a dog or something so that I understand. I know what it does Doc...oh. Ohhhhh.

"I can breathe. I can breathe!" I explain starting to cry.

"Yes..." begins Pulaski. "We've scanned several ailments in your system. The hypo contains a cure to put it so you can understand, for your chronic sinusitis. Quite frankly, I'm shocked at your pain threshold. I've never seen a body as wracked with pain from extremities as yours. All of this---including the club feet, are gone in our time."

"I'm a medical marvel Doc...and not in a good way. Every new Doctor I encounter says that to me."

"Who exactly are you and where do you come from?" Picard asks. I sigh.

"I'm gonna have to be honest here...that answer...you may not accept sir."

"Let me be the judge of that." Oh dear. What do I tell them? This is Jean-Luc Picard. Anij was right, the man exudes Trust.

"I am from an alternate reality, one in which all of you are characters in a television series." I say bluntly and realize how absolute cringe that must sound. I watch as they react to it.

"Assuming we can corroborate your claim, we will have to discuss what to do with you."

"I understand sir, but if I might make a suggestion?" Picard nods. He's always willing to hear suggestions from others, even strangers. It is an endearing leadership quality of his.

"Because of where I'm from, I have certain knowledge of events, and people. I can help. l am fully aware of all the prime directives, so I won't fully interfere with your development, but I can help prevent things that maybe aren't supposed to happen."

Picard's turn to exhale now. "I shall discuss this with my senior staff, and with Starfleet Command, and have a decision for you shortly. Until then you're to be confined to guest quarters and Counsellor Deanna Troi will be visiting you at her convenience."

I nod. Deanna!!! Marina!!! "Understood sir." Picard allows a brief smile.

"Welcome to the 24th Century Mr. Young."

"Thank you sir." I reply shaking his hand.

 

[Hawku]

Nice work! This would be a dream come true.

 

[Admiral_Young]

Chapter Two: This is Really Happening...

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I am escorted to guest quarters by one of Worf's security members. The Enterprise is still undergoing repairs from the Borg attack, a lot of nerves are still on edge, rightfully so...as they are mourning the 18 lost crew or whatever the number was. The quarters are massive, maybe three times the size of my current room at my place back home, and luxurious. I do have to smirk inwardly though at the outdated late 80's early 90's set decor design, but it adds to the charm of the room. I thank the Ensign, forgot her name already, and look around the room a little bit. My head is still wheeling with why and the how I am in TNG in the first place? This should be impossible...and yet I'm fully awake, at least I think so, I have no plausible explanation for whatever this is....I don't think I'll ever get one. I have a thought.

"Q!!!!!!!!" I roar...but there's no answer. I don't expect one since he was just here and made his point.

"QQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!" I scream even louder but no answer and I give up. I go over to the couch and sit down. I'm in Star Trek The Next Generation. I guess there's only one thing or maybe TWO things I can do until Deanna gets here. I get up and head over to the replicator and crack my knuckles in anticipated glee. I've always wanted to use one of these, as most fans probably do.

"Computer....beef brisket ends, light Carolina BBQ sauce on toasted Texas Toast Bread." It makes it's beep, and does it's whirring sound effect and then just like magic....there it is.

"Computer, a tall cold glass of cola..Coke if you've got it in your banks, one small ice cube, partially chilled." It repeats the process and gives me a glass of coke. I take both and head back to the couch.

"Computer...please begin historical record read out of Earth starting from Earth Year 1992 through to current stardate." It acknowledges it and I hear Majel read.

About a hour goes by, and I've had myself a nice five course meal---or just five meals---by the time I hear my door chime.

"Come." I say smiling like a nerd.

And she does enter, in all her glory. Lt-Commander Deanna Troi, Ship's Counsellor. Marina Sirtis--and I freeze in position, totally awestruck even at my age. How could I not? It's Marina Sirtis. Deanna Troi---and then I remember...oh shit! Empathic, partially telepathic. She smiles and chuckles at this and I see her blushing a bit despite herself.

"You must be Adam." she says and my heart melts at the sound of my own name from her mouth.

"Uh--yes I am. Counsellor, it's an honor and I apologize for my thoughts." She smiles at that.

"It's okay Adam, this is a pretty unusual circumstance and they were mostly harmless...I'm flattered actually." Oh? I stumble over.

"Would you like to sit down?" I gesture to the couch. Keep it together you dolt!!

"I take it that a decision has been made about me?" She sits down and I prepare myself for whatever answer she gives.

"Yes. We discussed what you revealed to us...as well as the pitch you made us regarding giving your help, and we decided that you should remain on board with us---Commander Riker even suggested making you a special consultant. However the final decision is Starfleet's and the Captain is waiting to hear back from Admiral Shanthi, who is currently reading our report on you. It will be up to her what your fate is." I exhale

"You're nervous." she says obviously

"Yeah. I'd rather remain on the Enterprise, it's the most familiar place that I know in this reality, but I'm willing to do whatever Starfleet decides as well. Not that I have much choice."

"How are you feeling? This all must be very overwhelming for you." Ever the psychologist.

"I honestly don't know how I'm feeling right now. I'm mostly just confused. All of this should be impossible."

"I agree. But don't worry, we'll figure it out, and you'll be okay. " she says

"Thanks, Counsellor. I'm sorry, I didn't offer you anything when you came in, are you thirsty? Hungry?" She chuckles at the state of my table.


"No, but thank you. It seems you've taken advantage of our advanced technology though...and were having a history lesson?" My turn to flash that famous Young grin.

"Yes. I just had started the Archer years of Starfleet...and I might've gone a little overboard on the food...I have a question for you though Counsellor."

"Yes?"

"All of you seem so calm about my reveal...that you are in reality, fictional characters."

"Adam, we're Starfleet Officers. We've trained extensively for situations exactly like yours---seeking out new life, new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before. If we reacted at all contrary to our training and conditioning--THAT would be a deterrent to the training. "

"I guess so."

"I'm sure there will be others who will have issues with this...but then that is where my staff and I come in isn't it?" she says with a smile and I nod.

"Picard to Troi."

"Troi here sir."

"Could you along with Mr. Young report to my ready room. Admiral Shanthi has come to a decision."

"Aye sir, we're on our way." Here we go.

 

[Bynar0110]

Nice work!

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

Okay - quite an original angle - fun! rbs

 

[Admiral_Young]

I am glad that everyone is enjoying it so far!

Chapter Three: Shanthi

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I am escorted to Captain Picard's ready room and enter hearing the famous woosh as the doors slide open. That sound effect will never not get old.

Captain Picard is sitting at his desk and turns his lap top monitor around to face me. On the screen is Admiral Shanthi, who is the Starfleet Commander-in-Chief of this era (having followed the retirement of Admiral Satie) a couple of years earlier.

"First of all Mr. Young, I would like to formally welcome you to the 24th Century. This must be a confusing, and overwhelming experience for you. We do not understand how it is possible that you have entered our reality. There are no records of anything like this occurring in our reality, as no doubt I'm sure from yours. Secondly as we speak, less than a dozen people are aware of your presence in our reality. This of course includes the Federation President, members of my cabinet, and a couple of Councilor's from the Council. We would like knowledge of your presence to be as limited as possible, however are aware the longer you are here, that remains difficult to contain.
I have considered what Captain Picard recommended...however we have an alternative proposal for you."

"You want me to come to Earth for study."

"Yes. We realize how that must sound to you, but I want to assure you that you will be treated as a honored guest. No harm will come to you. You will be given the finest VIP quarters we have to offer at HQ."

They are afraid of me. Or the very least, think I'm a security risk. I'm overweight and have a club foot...I'm no threat to anyone.

"I admit, the idea of being poked, prodded, and questioned for who knows how long isn't exactly thrilling to me...but I know most of you, I trust you. I understand that you want to try and figure out why I'm here, etc."

"That's right. After the testing is concluded, we can discuss your future."

I glance at Captain Picard but he gives me no reaction. My head is still whirling away with thousands of thoughts. Why am I here? How is this EVEN possible? I don't have any choice but to accept this...offer.

"All right, Admiral I am at your disposal."

"Excellent. The USS Hood will rendezvous with you in two days. I look forward to meeting you in person. Shanthi out."

The communication ends and I twist the monitor back around to Picard.

"Well that settles that then. I suppose I'd better prepare myself for Captain DeSoto's arrival. "

Picard stands up and nods, tugs his uniform bottom. HE DID THE THING!

"They are afraid of me." I say to him

"They don't know you...this is a very unusual circumstance. They want to make sure that--"

"I'm not a threat. Believe me, sir, I understand that. It's amusing to me, but I understand."

"What will you do?" Picard asks

"The only thing I can do...follow orders." I smile and he nods

"Very good Mr. Young, you're dismissed."

I nod and get up to leave. I have no clue why I am here at all. This should be impossible.

 

[Hawku]

I'm calling it now. Time bugs.

 

[vandevere]

They say time flies like and arrow, and fruit flies like a banana. My question is what the hell are time flies?

 

[Admiral_Young]

They say time flies like and arrow, and fruit flies like a banana. My question is what the hell are time flies?

Hawku is no doubt referencing a Chronophase. They were Krenim devices whcih were also called Time Bugs.

 

[Admiral_Young]

Chapter Four: DeSoto

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It quickly dawns on me that I am aboard an Excelsior-Class starship...being aboard the Enterprise was frankly a bit overwhelming, but never in a million years would I have expected the second starship I would step foot on to be an Excelsior-Class. She maybe old, but she's a beauty. After I beam aboard from the Enterprise, I'm escorted to guest quarters by two security officers. I would have thought given how "top secret" I am that I would have just beamed into the quarters...but they brought me to Transporter Room 3 and allowed me to say goodbye to Counsellor Troi and Captain Picard. Chief O'Brien was at his post. I hope one day that I can return to the ship...but for now, I'm onto the first phase of this weird journey. I still can't believe that I am in the Star Trek universe. How is this possible? I've been racking my brain trying to figure out why I am here, and what MIGHT be going on back home? Are my family and friends freaking out? Am I being treated as a missing persons thing? Is my...timeline...suspended? I don't have the answers...somehow I have been plucked from my reality to this one and it's...REAL? I'm really here. This isn't a story or a dream or anything like that...just thinking about this too much becomes overwhelming.

To my surprise, I get an invitation to dinner from Captain DeSoto...and I graciously accept it. At 19:30 hours I report...having replicated something nice to wear, I feel silly wearing a tux even if the Captain wears his dress uniform. Around 19:10 hours I am picked up by security and escorted to the captain's mess, which was a small little dining area adjacent to the main officer's galley. Waiting for me, wearing a his dress uniform---the second season command uniform with the piping around the shoulders---is Captain Robert DeSoto.

"Mr. Young, welcome aboard the Hood. I'm Captain DeSoto...but then of course, you knew that."

I shake his out stretched hand and it's firm shake. He motions to sit down.

"Aye sir...it's an honor to meet you. Captain Picard sends his regards."

"Yes. I managed a word or two with Jean-Luc while waiting for your transport. So...a reality hopper? I'm not surewhat to call you."

"Most folks call me Adam, sir."

DeSoto chuckles at that as he pulls apart a roll.

"You have a sense of humor, good. That will serve you well, while you continue to adjust to our time. To my knowledge we've never had a recorded incident like you before, they're going to be chomping at the bit at headquarters."

I take a sip of water from the goblet.

"I take it they are already anticipating my arrival...I confess that I'm not thrilled at the aspect of being poked and prodded---and asked a bazillion questions repeatedly despite me giving the best answers that I can."

DeSoto laughs outright this time.

"It sounds like you have had some experience with this?"

"During my club foot surgeries yeah...having to deal with multiple medical students. The attention is fun at first, but it gets tiring REAL fast."

"On the plus side, you'll probably get the finest quarters, and be able to see some of future Earth...that has to count for something."

"I guess. I just...I don't know what I'm doing here if NOT to use my knowledge...I get they want to make sure I'm not dangerous or anything...but I feel useless sitting around Earth for who knows how long."

"I'm still processing the fact that I am a fictional character...to be honest, and trying to figure out how your...knowledge works."

"It's quite simple really. I know things due to them happening on the show---but I am ONLY restricted to things that were said or shown to the audience. I am not god. Far from it."

"So you know me from when...exactly?"

"About a year from now...and no I'm not going to divulge the reason why."

"Probably transporting something..."

"You don't sound like you like your current assignment?"

"Not so much that I dislike it...just occasionally I'd like to have something happen. It's been a while since we've last saw some action...even with Will Riker leaving, I have a great crew, but you get kind of stagnant...content with things...and that's not always a good thing."

"Well...I don't think you'll have to worry about that for very long sir."

"That sounds ominous."

"It is...things are coming. The Borg is just the beginning and I feel like the Fleet is not ready to meet the challenges that are yet to come."

"Maybe, that's why you're here...to help guide us through them."

"I don't know...I feel insignificant, even with this vast knowledge...but maybe you're right. Maybe I'm here to help change things..."

"But not too much I hope." he jokes

I smile. I can see why Jean-Luc Picard likes him so much. I am finding him charming. We are served a Lemon and Chicken soup which has little croutons in it...and it's not replicated. The Hood still carries a full kitchen staff like prior to replicators. This was a special occasion. I'm flattered. We're then brought a seared salmon dish and it is amazing. For desert, a Chocolate Mouse served in a goblet that is perfection. Deanna would be in heaven. Afterwards the two of us talk some more. Afterwards he thanks me for my company and let's me know if I need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.


I spend the rest of the time to Earth in my quarters resting and reading. Then I hear the comm beep.

"Young here.

"We have arrived at Earth, Mr. Young. You are to report to the main transporter room."

"Understood." I believe that was the Hood's first officer. Not sure what his name was.

Along with my Starfleet issue duffle bag...which I really don't need but has my original clothes that I arrived inside of it...I head to the transporter room as Captain DeSoto is there to see me off. He shakes my hand.

"Good luck Mr. Young. Remember what I said, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I'm always around."

I smile

"Thank you sir. I'll remember that."

"Energize." he orders and I shimmer from the transporter room and reappear in the open misty air of San Francisco, California in the fall time. I am on Earth...outside Starfleet Headquarters. I'm greeted by a couple of commanders and ops officers and I shake their hands as they bid me to enter HQ. Here we go. I don't know what to expect over the next few weeks...but I'm not expecting anything good as I marvel at the Future.

 

[Admiral_Young]

Chapter Five: Blackwell

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The next several weeks are a whirl wind of activity both physical and mental. I am poked, prodded, and damn near interrogated by over a dozen scientists and Starfleet officers who come in a rotating basis it seems. I have very little down time to myself. The doctors also have put me on a physical regime---which I am thankful for. It's time to lose this gut that I've had. Most of my medical ailments from the 21st century of my reality have been cured and dealt with. My club foot remains of course but I take a hypo of painkillers if it flares up. I've started swimming in the HQ swimming pool which is Olympic size. Also started to box which I've always wanted to do in the holodeck, my contact with people is extremely restricted still. I've security escorts everywhere I go...and it is amusing to me. What's a fat slop with a club foot going to really do here? I'm so out of shape that I'd be tackled by security after trying to barely run half a block! I understand their concerns, but this is ridiculous. I'm already getting stir crazy and need something to do other than reading historical books and technical manuals.

My wish is granted in November as I am contacted by Admiral Margaret Blackwell, who is at this time, head of Starfleet Intelligence.

"Greetings Mr. Young. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"


"Not at all Admiral, this is a surprise. What can I do for you?"

"I have been discussing your situation with Admiral Shanthi, and she and I agreed that since you've have cleared all your security checks thus far, we might put you to work for us. If you're willing of course."

"What'd you have in mind Admiral?"

"We're of course aware of your...knowledge...and Admiral Shanthi has given us permission to request a threat assessment report from you."

I sit down on the couch and place the towel I had around my neck, beside me.

"Okayyy....what exactly did you have in mind?"

"We know that you possess future knowledge, we're not asking you to violate the Temporal Prime Directive, however we are asking you to assess any direct threats to the Federation--and give your input on them. Anything from the future you DO decide to include will be classified above top secret and kept in confidence between myself and Admiral Shanthi."

I lean back...

"That's a hard ask Admiral."

"I know it is...but from reading your psyche profile, we know that you want to help us. This would be providing us with tremendous assistance."

"Admiral, you realize that I'm neither an analyst or military tactician of any kind right? I'd literally just be giving you my thoughts on various galactic powers?"

"That's precisely what we want from you."

"Okay. You'll have it in a week."

"One more thing Mr. Young, and this one is perhaps the most critical... we have a request of you."

Uh-oh.

"Yes sir?"

"We know you are aware of the Borg that we just were introduced to...we would like in addition to the threat assessment report, a detailed account of the Borg Collective. Anything you add in there will be strictly confidential at the highest levels. You can take as long as you want to to write it, but it needs to be as extensive as it possibly can be without violating any directives."
Damn.

"Understood Admiral. I'll see what I can come up with for you."

"Thank You Mr. Young."

The screen goes blank. I guess I'd better start writing then.

 

[Admiral_Young]

Chapter Six: Threat Assessment Report

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To: Fleet Admiral Shanthi, Commander-In-Chief, Starfleet Command
Admiral Margaret Blackwell, Director, Starfleet Intelligence

Threat Assessment Report for Stardate 42856.0 (November 9th 2365)


This threat assessment is designed to be used as a TOOL for Starfleet Command to determine future socio-political relations with these various threats. I am writing this as a kind of guideline or playbook for how to approach these potential threats as well. I am not a tactical person, I am writing these based on my knowledge of these factions from the as requested by the head of Starfleet Intelligence. This is also not a FULL galactic database or anything like that. Anything not mentioned in this report can be requested afterwards if required.


Borg: See separately compiled report. For eyes only of the Commander-In-Chief. (Classified)

Breen: Notoriously protective of their own space, the Breen have launched active raids against powers who have willingly or unwillingly violated their space. Primarily known as space pirates---they will in the near future become more involved in galactic politics as other powers seek their aide as shock troopers. They will be provoked into this action, it is recommended that SI keep a watchful eye or two on them.

Cardassian Union: The Cardassians despite overtures of peace, and a public front of humbleness...are not to be trusted. At all. Under any circumstances. They are liars. The Cardassian's expansionist program in the 24th century is primarily resourced based, but at the expense of the billions of people they've displaced or outright murdered. I won't mix words about what my personal opinion is about the Cardassians, and this doesn't include the ordinary citizens...but is directed at their government and military branches. As Starfleet is aware of, the civilian government, the so called Depta Council has very little power. the Cardassian military dictates policy for the Union---and even they are strong armed by the Obsidian Order who are the TRUE power. The last few years the Cardassian economy has begun to suffer greatly as their war efforts have drained their treasury, and devalued the Lek...the lack of planets and species to conquer has cost them greatly now. We will likely see economic downturn and even recession happen in the next 10 to 15 years if nothing changes. Their occupation of Bajor is largely responsible for this.

I understand that the Prime Directive prevents direct Federation involvement in other worlds affairs, however it is my recommendation that we get involved in the Bajor situation quickly as possible in order to help liberate these poor people---even if it is in a clandestine way. What they suffered at the hands of the Cardassiasns, while the rest of the galaxy has stood by and watched is atrocious. Conflict with the Union despite current diplomatic relations---still projects to war.

Dominion: Our first real spoiler. I'm just going to get into this. There is a stable wormhole located near Bajor that no one has discovered yet. It will be discovered by Starfleet in the year 2369 and this discovery will change everything for the Bajorans as they enter the galactic stage for the first time. This is why I stated above that I believe we should make liberation a priority, instead of sitting back and allowing the situation to resolve itself. It is absolutely paramount that Starfleet discover the wormhole as opposed to the Cardassians. The wormhole leads to the Gamma Quadrant, which is controlled by the Founders and their Dominion. The Founders are a race of xenophobic Changelings who have rallied against any "solids" and created an empire they reinforce with their genetically engineered soldiers called Jem'Hadar, and their handlers, the Vorta.

Aside from the Borg, the Dominion will be the Federation's most dire threat. They will threaten the entirety of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. Diplomacy is irrelevant and will falter. They're only interested in conquering our way of life and safety. It is absolutely imperative that we be ready for them. Thus my strongest recommendation. The Fleet needs to be bolstered more than ever before, starship construction increased ten fold from what it is currently. I think I read somewhere right now that Starfleet has less than 500 ships in active service. What? Painfully unprepared for the future. Q in a way was correct recently, he just went about showing his point in his own obnoxious way. We can increase Fleet production without sacrificing our scientific and exploration mandates.

Ferengi Alliance: Current antagonistic relations will cool with the Alliance over the next few years as continued diplomatic and trade missions happen. The Ferengi will come to realize that there is profit to be made with a benign relationship with the Federation, and their previous actions will cease. The recent synthehol exchange will be a huge stepping stone to furthering relations with the Ferengi, as will the rumored upcoming huge Slug-o-Cola deal announcement. There ARE rogue elements within the Alliance, but they are mostly just interested in acquiring wealth as well ,and not considered a galactic threat at all.

Gorn: The Gorn are still aggressively natured towards the Federation and their space should be avoided at all costs, however as long as this is upheld, no further transgressions with them should occur. The settlement at Cestus III will in fact thrive over the next few decades.

Klingon Empire: The Klingon Empire have been our allies since the Khitomer Accords were ratified by both powers in late 2293. However do not think things can't change depending on the ever changing scope of galactic politics...not to mention their own internal political situation. Chancellor K'empec is in the process of dying. This will come to light in the next year--it is being kept private for obvious reasons. The balance of power within the Empire is also changing as various noble houses are vying to succeed him and claim the Throne for themselves. A civil war is pending. We can not interfere or intervene but what if external forces are responsible for disrupting their political situation in an attempt to wedge the Federation and the Empire apart from each other? This is a situation that will need to be addressed promptly. I recommend low key surveillance until that happens.

The Maquis: So-called Freedom fighter group consisting of like minded individuals that stem out of the situation with the Cardassians. This group can be avoided, depending on how the Federation Council decides to proceed with the Cardassian Union.

Orion Syndicate: The Syndicate are criminals that need to be policed and kept in check. Attempted power coups---assassination attempts, sentient species trafficking, all need to be monitored by Starfleet Intelligence and Security and dealt with. They may prove to be an issue if external forces attempt to seek their aide in sheltering or providing illegal weapons to them. However they remain an oddity rather than a galactic problem. Shady.


Romulan Star Empire: They're back, and in a major way despite not having any activity since their reappearance in December of 2364. The Romulans WILL be active in the near future. Their intentions as always...are the same with us. It is a frustrating thing to watch as an outsider---because they COULD become a great ally, as the Klingons have been, if they could only get over their own mistrust of us. However that is not their only problem. The Romulans are a great conundrum. Isolationist, yet expansionist depending on the regime. Their power politics will be their own undoing, no one else will need to lift a finger. They will implode upon themselves if they continue their violent transgressions. The Romluans have too many internal elements that are vying for supreme power. The Praetorship. The Military. The Tal Shiar...it is a dangerous balancing act, all three of them play...and to the detriment of their people.

IF they are not currently, they will be in the near future involved in several plots to destabilize relations with the Klingon Empire, and generally disrupt the Federation. Starfleet is able to repel their various schemes.


Tholian Assembly: Content to sit and watch as events transpire, they're not an immediate concern. It is even possible to establish diplomatic relations with them...understanding their fears and concerns is key. Communication ESPECIALLY with the Assembly is key as body language is a prominent factor in how they communicate with others.

Tzenkethi Coalition: Relations with the Coalition have cooled recently, I do not expect any flare ups to occur. However the Dominion will make an attempt in the year 2374 to insight an incident between us. I recommend frequent diplomatic overtures with them.

Section 31: This is like the Dominion, another sensitive subject as I do not know within Starfleet Command's upper hierarchy who actually is aware of them or not so I proceed with assuming they are not known. Section 31 is a secretive organization that has been operating on it's own since the formation of the Federation. They use Starfleet's charter as a means to operate. They claim to have the Federation's best interests at heart, and repel any and all threats to it---by any means necessary. It is my intention to form a counter network with the goal to bringing them down once and for all.

Son'a: I recommend to avoid contact with this group. Narcisscistic and militaristic tendencies drive these people. Interested in obtaining precious metals and wealth, they are what perhaps the Ferengi if the Alliance chose to become warlike instead of simply making profit. Their genetic engineering process over the centuries has caused recent degeneration, they are unable to maintain their form without the use of "metaphasic radiation" gained from the rings of the Bak'u homeworld.

Warhawk Faction: Operating in shadow for several decades, some conspiracy theorists speculate that they are actually part of Section 31 or rogue elements of Starfleet Security or Intelligence. They are not. They are simply a likeminded group of high ranking officers who believe that the Federation should be involved in endless war fare. Every generation or so they emerge to the surface and make noise---Admiral Cartright was part of a group who was involved in attempting to undermine the talks with the Klingons to incite war. I do not have any knowledge of current people within this faction. IT is my hope, like with Section 31, to put together a network to eventually take them down for good.


This concludes my threat assessment report.

 

[CaptainCalvinCat]

Na, heidanei, that's going to be a very interesting situation, soon and it will change the whole Universe, you've written yourself into, forever. If Q isn't interfering, the prophets or some time lord, I can see this universe being fully prepared against the threats you've pointed out. Looking forward to the next chapter. Live long and prosper.

 

[Admiral_Young]

Chapter Seven: Admiral Hanson

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I report about a half hour early to Admiral Hanson's office and with 15 minutes left to wait---the secretary tells me that I can go in. I am wearing replicated casual early 21st century attire...in this case blue shorts, and a designer tee. Even fall in San Francisco---the weather is warm thanks to the control systems implemented. I enter the office and Admiral Hanson looks up from his monitor.

"Ah...Mr. Young. Welcome. Sit down please. Your promptness is noted and appreciated."

"Aye sir."

He presses a button and behind him I see the large screen display a Borg drone twirling around along with schematics and indicator lines stemming from it. He taps off his monitor and shuts the top .

"I had a chance to read your psyche report the other day. You've been through a great deal in a short period of time. How are you handling all of this?"

"I'm still in awe that I'm even here. It is like a literal dream, but I've been assured many times now that this is actually reality and happening. I'm adjusting as best I can."

"I'd imagine that suddenly being in one of your favourite shows, and interacting with some of your heroes...has been overwhelming?"


I chuckle.

"That's what Counsellor Xing said in our first session. Yes...it's been absolutely strange and overwhelming. I don't know why or how that I'm here...no one does yet. I've already talked to some of the best minds in the Federation---and they're baffled that I am here. I guess I just power through things like I always do."

"Yes. It has impressed all the shrinks, and quite frankly Admiral Shanthi and Admiral Blackwell. Which is why you're in MY office this morning."

"Yes sir, you are wanting me to join the task force to come up with a solution to stop the Borg."

"That's correct. Your profile states that you excel---like most sentient life---when presented with a challenge to over come. Or to have some kind of task to focus on. You stagnant when you are left to your own device..."

"Yes sir."

"I read your report on the Borg. It was rather impressive for someone claiming to be not technically inclined...the information you provided was extensive and thought provoking, but not as much as your chief recommendation for how to deal with them. You are absolutely certain that this...virus is the only way to stop them?"

"Yes sir, The Borg will be relentless in their continued pursuit of us. This initial first contact will give them a taste...when they come and we repel them, it will stir something in them that they've never experienced before with a species. Obsession. Our defiance, our RESISTANCE will be an affront to them so strong, they will hound us for decades. We resist and repel them so much that it creates a frenzy within the Hive Mind...the Queen herself will never admit it but becomes obsessed with assimilating us. Humanity's defiance creates a ripple effect of sorts---and while that's all good and well---I'd rather avoid the vast amount of lives this will cost altogether if I can help it. The virus is the only way to do it."

"Genocide is an option I don't condone at all...I would prefer a more benign solution to this problem, but there doesn't appear to be. Or I assume you would have mentioned it in your report?"

"I would have sir yes."

"The virus is a topological anomaly according to the dialogue that you cite in your report...Lt-Commander Data's considerable computing skills are what makes this such an effective tool. It is possible that Advanced Research and Development combined with cybernetics could duplicate what he can do...but there's no way to be sure that it would have the same success rate as with Data's programming."

"We could model it. I'm sure the super computers of this era have the capability of coming up with something similar, if not the exact design that Data and LaForge come up with. This is what I want you to work on with Shelby. Model the virus...see what kind of success rate you can get it out of it and if it is an acceptable rate--I'll take it to the Admiralty."

"Aye sir, I do have two requests. One is more of a question."

"Go on..."

"While my current quarters are more than adequate, I was wondering if it were possible if I could move into more...suitable quarters?"

"What did you have in mind Mr. Young?"

"I was thinking about Admiral Kirk's apartment."

This gets a chuckle from Hanson.

"I was not expecting to hear that from you. If I recall correctly, Kirk's old apartment on the harbor was turned into a museum briefly...I will have to speak to Starfleet Housing to see what it's current status is, but I think something can be managed on that front.


"Very good. I will look into the apartment for you...you will report to Lt. Shelby tomorrow morning at 08:00 hours. Dismissed."

I nod and turn around to leave. I still can't believe this is happening.

 

[Admiral_Young]

Chapter Eight: Shelby

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I promptly report to Shelby's office at 08:00. I'm actually there 15 minutes early, as I usually try to be for all my appointments. Her office is down the hall from Admiral Hanson's in the Tactical wing of Headquarters. This is an enormous building and despite the fact I've been here a month now, I'm still finding my way around it. Shelby's assistant tells me I can go into the office and sitting at her desk reading a monitor...is (at this point) Lieutenant Elizabeth Shelby, looking every bit as serious and professional as she came across in "Best of Both Worlds" and it's conclusion.

"Adam Christopher Young, reporting as ordered sir." I say rather lamely

"Mr. Young...your effort at promptness is noted. Sit down please."

"Aye sir."

"You are calling me sir...yet you're a civilian. You don't have to you know." Shelby says

"I know sir, but it's out of respect for all of you that I choose to address you in this manner."

"Very good. You're obviously here because I have read your report on the Borg. It is the single most unique report that I have ever read in my career. The contents...are several grades above my rank. Yet here we are."

"Yes sir, I am at your disposal."

"Admiral Hanson thinks we can do something with this virus of yours. Under normal circumstances I do not condone genocide of a species, but your report is crystal clear on it's stance on the Collective, this is the only defense against them capable of stopping them."

"I mean it was never used, so I can't guarantee that it would work if implemented. There was the neurolytic pathogen I mentioned in the report as well, which was successful, to a high degree. The topological anomaly in comparison was much more benign despite what it was intended to do."

"Considering we have a lack of other options right now...we've been ordered to model the virus."


"This should be interesting. "

"We'll start bright and early tomorrow morning, 06:00. Report to the Advanced Computer Labs. We'll start from there. You can meet the rest of the team."

"Aye sir. I'll see you then."

 

[Admiral_Young]

Chapter Nine: Unexpected Developments
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Over the course of the next two weeks, I am introduced to the members of Shelby's twelve person team. Experts from various different Starfleet operations, etc. As Admiral Hanson mentioned, I don't have the specifics of Data and Geordi's coding...so we do our best to create a topological anomaly from scratch. We have some very talented people on this team---should have expected nothing but the best from Shelby. The initial results are promising. The virus introduced via drone wipes out approximately 75 percent of the Collective. The Borg attempt to counter it but since it is self-replicating---each attempt to assimilate it--further affects the collective. Shelby's not satisfied though.

"The problem is the Queen's coding continues to resist it. Since we know next to nothing about how her program works...she's able to somehow still protect herself and a small fraction of drones."


We've been working together late this week. Staying well after hours while the others have left.

"75 percent of the collective along with all six known transwarp hubs is pretty damn good Lieutenant."

"Not good enough, Adam."

I grin.

"That's the first time you've called me by my name Lieutenant."


"Is it? I'm sorry, must be tired."

"Computer, what is the time?"

"It is 22:45 hours."

"14 hour day. Are you hungry at all? I'm starving."

Shelby who has been leaning over the console for an undetermined amount of time, while I've been sitting, turns around to face me and smirks. It is this moment where I realize that she's damn hot...

"Are you buying, Mr. Young" she asks

I stretch while getting up out of my chair.

"I don't have any credits unfortunately---I've only been eating and drinking from the replicator since I got here."

Shelby's face drops with genuine shock.

"You mean you've gone nearly two months without eating any real food?"

"Yeppers."

She puts her PAAD down and takes my hand.

"We're gonna change that right now, let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to Tokyo."

"What's in Tokyo?"


"You'll see."

We head to the main transport pad and beam over to Tokyo. They're 9 hours ahead of us so while it is dark and mostly quiet in San Francisco...it is currently 7 in the morning in Tokyo and the city is bustling already. It is breakfast time here but we head to a Waygu Teppanyaki place which brings a smile to myself. I've always wanted to go to one...I'm killing two birds with one stone as I've always also wanted to visit Japan. We walk into into a huge modern building and are greeted by an elderly woman. Shelby and her exchange words in Japanese and we're escorted to a booth seat.

"I used to eat here during the weekends, while at the Academy. The owners have known me ever since."

"You've picked up the language?"

"Coming here so much, I fell in love with the city, then decided to explore the island more on my days off. My first posting was at Daystrom."

"I didn't know that."

"Ahhhh, so you're not god."

"Far from it."

"You're a fascinating person Adam. I'm sure you've heard this before, but you must be still dealing with how...strange this all must be to you. A month ago you were in a different reality, doing whatever it is you do, and then bam...you're suddenly in one of your favourite shows, interacting with people you've seen on a screen."

"Yeah, it's been a bit of a roller coaster ride for sure. The shrinks must've had a field day with you."

"Oh I think they were giddy when they got a hold of me for sure. Counsellor Xing though was a blessing in disguise. Our sessions have been productive. I can't believe that I'm here though, I suspect that I'm going to feel like this for a while longer."

"More than likely. I've been impressed that you've worked so well with us. For a civilian you've kept up with us. You didn't strike me as a scientist when I first saw you."

"Yeah I get that. I'm a big nerd so some of the technological terms were familiar with me. I've seen the screens and know LCARS...but in reality I just barely grasp most of what is said. The practical application of it--still is beyond me. Although I've started reading technical manuals. If I'm taught, I learn pretty fast."

"I look forward to putting that to test..."

"I'm sure you will. As I'm sure you were briefed on before they sent you to recruit me, but I only know things about people that were shown on screen, or considered at least loosely canon in the books. It also depends on the person or how fleshed out they were by the writers. You're an open book to me."

"I've been called a lot of things, by a lot of people, but never an open book. What were your expectations of me?"

"An ambitious, career driven, hard ass. I'm glad to see that I was partially correct." Elizabeth laughs. It's a hearty laugh.

"I am assuming that they never showed my...softer side. Or to put it in other words, ME."

"Not really. The only downtime we see you have is a poker game." I need to be careful. I'm going to let slip some major spoilers. she chuckles at that.


"Playing with the senior staff no doubt. Did I win?"
"I believe you did, yes."

"That's good. Ah here it is. You're going to love this."

Even the veggies are cooked to perfection. Diced and grilled perfectly with a minimal amount of seasoning just for flavor. The Waygu beef is literally like butter, melting almost as soon as I attempt to bite it. No effort needed. It is absolutely like heaven.

"This is fucking the best steak I've ever had."

"Every person in the world should have an experience like this."

"What about vegans?"

"They're missing out."

"Not having any wasabi?"

"I can't handle the spice. My stomach is weak."

"They can give you a hypo for that."

"No thanks. I've never liked wasabi anyways."

"That's too bad." she says a little cheeky

A thought then enters my head that I never expected. I am considering doing normally that i wouldn't do. I'm literally in a new fresh situation. Risk is our business as Kirk said.

"So uh, thank you for dinner, this was amazing. I've always wanted to experience teppanyaki, and Japan."

"You're welcome...what are you doing when we get back?" she surprises me by asking

"Probably sleeping. What did you have in mind?"

After desert which is a slightly melted vanilla ice cream drizzled with mango sauce and is NEARLY as delicious as the main course was, we transport back to Elizabeth's apartment and she grabs me hard and begins to strip off my clothes. I reach around her neck and unzip her uniform, we kiss a couple of times, and she pulls down my shorts and proceeds to go down ah that...area....oh boy.