Disclaimer I do not own any of the material in this Fan fiction save for my idea for the U.S.S. Saratoga. All rights go to Star Trek and Gene Roddenberry. Along with who else makes it into the crazy mess of an adventure.
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After the events of Star Trek 2 The Wrath of Khan Star Fleet saw that they needed a ship that could take on other federation star ships, and quit possibly the Klingons. So in secret they designed the Saratoga class war ship. This class of star ship was the largest Star Fleet ship even larger than the new Excelsior class. She had eight torpedo ports, ten high-powered phaser banks, newly advanced shields, and could go warp 10. The new classes first ship was named the U.S.S. Saratoga, registry number NX-9875. The year is 2259 and its the Saratoga's madden voyage.
"This is the U.S.S. Saratoga we are ready to leave space dock five." Helms-man John spoke.
"This is space dock five U.S.S. Saratoga, you are free of the clamps and allowed to leave. Have a safe journey." The console echoed back.
The massive starship lurched forward then slowly began to crawl it's way out of the space dock. Every one was nervous, this ship was new and top secret. They couldn't risk it getting damaged on its first actual run. While yes it had some test flights, this was it's first time with a full crew, armament, and supplies. As it was just about to leave the space dock it began to list to the left. John quickly corrected it, but not before the edge of the port side nacelle scraped up against the side of the dock. A loud scraping sound could be heard through out the ship.
"Are you trying to kill us already lieutenant?" The captain walked into the bridge.
"Captian on deck!" first officer Te' run said monotone. The vulcan always staid the same.
"At ease." Captain James Orwell was a man of honor but some times reminded the crew of Admiral Kirk.
"No sir. The engines just started to push us to the left a little." A diagram popped up on the main view screen. The impulse engines glowed red against the green background.
"Engineering, why is my new ship listing?" James pressed a coms button on the main console.
"We're sorry about that sir, somebody decided it was a good idea TO MESS WITH THE DAMN ENGINES!" Chief engineer Sal was obviously yelling at one of the new cadets that he had got in with the crews transfer to the Saratoga. Soon enough the impulse engines on the diagram went back to green showing that they were in optimal efficacy.
"Helm take us out to Donatu, warp factor eight." James sat back into his captains chair waiting for there warp travel.
"But sir thats in Klingon territory." John turned around to look at the captain.
"Yes, and?" The James just looked at John like he was brain dead.
"Aye sir. Plotting corse to Donatu. Warp factor ten." John punched in the coordinates to Donatu and hit the warp button. The stars in front of them elongated as they were sent into warp.
Several minutes later the Saratoga came out of warp. Donatu lay in their view screen. With out warning three K'tinga class warships de-cloaked in front of the Saratoga.
"The Klingons are hailing us sir." Audrey said with worry.
"Put it up." John looked almost happy to see the three warships de-cloak. It made the bridge crew feel worried.
"Star Fleet vessel you are in violation of the neutral zone. Turn back immediately or we will fire upon you!" The captain of the lead Klingon ship looked less than happy to probably have bee woken up to news of a Federation vessel in their territory.
"Captain I'm not sure firing on us would be wise." James began taunting them.
"If you do not wish to leave then we'll just make you leave!" The view screen shut off showing the three Klingon ships arming their torpedo launchers.
"Go to red alert, and prepare the torpedoes. Aim for their shields, and artificial gravity." James seamed almost like this was going to be a walk in the park. It was basically the Kobyashi-Maru incident all over again.
The middle Klingon ship fired a single torpedo. The red ball headed towards the Saratoga. Every one except James braced for the oncoming shaking. There was a quick flash then nothing. Every one looked shocked except for James he just smiled.
"Fire," three torpedoes launched towards the Kling on ships. The orange balls hit their marks, causing the Klingon ships to list in different directions. "Hail them."
A live feed of the inside of the lead Klingon ship's bridge came up.
"How dare you attack an Imperial Defense Force ship!" Blood tickled down his forehead ridges and his face. James got out of his chair and looked around.
"Well I was testing out an idea. I received an order from Star Fleet saying that there was a group of Klingon ships that disappeared after fighting between each other. We were sent to investigate what was the cause of this." The Klingon captain looked even more enraged than before.
"The Klingon empire was dealing with it captain!" The first mate of the Klingon came up to his commanding officer. After he whispering in his ear the captain's expression became one of pure rage. "You're free to do as you wish pta'q, but the moment you try anything funny." The view screen turned off.
"What was that sir?" Sean, the commanding science officer, said dryly.
"We are here to investigate a temporal anomaly around Donatu." James sat back down in his chair.
"But then why not send an Oberth class star ship? Or even a constitution class?" Sean questioned.
"Because this temporal anomaly works both ways." Every one looked at James.
"Both ways sir?" Sean was besides James now, looking at him like James had told him to amputate his own arm.
"Yes, one week ago this star ship came out of the temporal anomaly." James pressed a few buttons on his chair and a image came up on the main view screen. It was a bronze colored flying saucer. On the bottom there were domes protruding around the bottom of the edge.
"What is that?"
"We don't know, all we do know is that is was destroyed along with fifteen Klingon star ships." Everyone on the bridge slowly looked at James.
"Fifteen?" Sean was almost close enough to whisper into the captains ear.
James pressed a button on his chair and the image began to move. It was a video feed from a Klingon star ship. Seven Klingon ships could be seen, four K'tinga class and three B'rel class ships were in the view. They opened fire on the unknown ship, so did all of the other ships. But the unknown ship wasn't taking any damage. They stopped and waited. The group of B'rels cloaked, the ship they were firing at shot. Three green bolts of energy went out into space.
There were three simultaneous explosions as the B'rels were hit. The Klingon ships opened fire again. The ship they were fighting fired again, when it did a torpedo got through it's shields and hit the hull. A plume of fire was sent out into space. The ship's shields flickered before completely collapsing. But it wasn't going down with out a fight. Soon enough the ship fired at the camera cutting the recording.
Every one looked in horror at the battle they had just watched.
"Who ever they are they can track cloaked ships. This technology would be of good use to the federation for patrolling the Klingon and Romluan borders."
"Or for picking off Klingon ships during a war." Audrey said softly.
The ship suddenly began to violently shake. Red alert alarms began to blare, and emergency lights made the bridge turn a deep red color.
"What the hell is going on!" James was thrown to the floor.
"Were are being pulled into something! I can't control the ship, helm controls aren't responding!" A bright flash brought everyone's attention to the view screen. A worm hole had opened up in front of the ship and was pulling it in.
"Oh shit…"
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There was a bright flash blinding the officers on the bridge of the U.N.S.C. Spirit of Fire. When they looked up they saw what looked like a wormhole. Pieces of metal began to come out of the mouth. Then a starship came out from the worm hole, it was massive. It dwarfed the UNSC corvette. Besides it drifting lifelessly, it had english on the top (or what probably the top) of the saucer shaped section of the ship. It read U.S.S. SARATOGA N.X.-9875.
"Well that ain't Covenant, and hell ain't one of ours."
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Coms, contact earth, they're gonna want to see this." The Saratoga drifted aimlessly through space. Scorch marks dotted the hull. The crew nocked out from the effects of dimensional time travel.
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I hope you enjoyed this fanfic. This is my first one and certainly wont be my last.