Disclaimer: If I owned „Star Trek", would I be sitting here posting stories on the internet? Probably not, I'd be rich and publish stuff. Have a swimming pool. Anyway, I don't own "Star Trek:TNG", all "old" characters are property of Paramount(or so I heard). The new ones and the story are mine. Please don't sue me, there wouldn't be much money to get anyway.
Timeframe: The story begins about five months after "Nemesis".
Place: the U.S.S. Titan
Author's Note: Please review and tell me specifically, what you liked or didn't like, make suggestions in what way I could improve. Talk to me, please! Now enjoy reading.
Little One
The stars were flying by quickly outside. Will was feeling dizzy at the sight of the millions of small light dots. It was a quiet night. The Titan had been assigned to do a routine flight along the neutral zone in the alpha quadrant. The area lay in a rather deserted sector, no troubles expected.
The captain had been on duty for hours and had twenty minutes left till he would be relieved by Commander Ashley Davenport, his first officer, who had just entered the light bridge. All that Riker really thought about was slipping into his warm, comfortable bed and getting a few hours of undisturbed sleep. He let a yawn slip, something that wouldn't usually happen to him. His first officer gave him a disapproving look, but didn't say anything.
Suddenly, he heard a beeping noise and the security officer's voice: "Captain, there seems to be a ship in front of us!"
"On screen!"
A shocking picture appeared before their eyes. It was a badly damaged federation ship that seemed to "float" through space. The obvious fight couldn't have been too long ago.
"Try hailing them!", Riker ordered.
"There's nobody answering.", Lieutenant Commander Cazca remarked.
"Lifesigns?", Davenport demanded.
"Indefinite", the worried voice of Commander Saunders replied. "Our scans are being distracted by the 20 percent remainder of their shields."
"What's the identity of the ship?", the captain asked.
"It's the U.S.S. Silvershot, a galaxy class ship that's mostly used on diplomatic missions.",
Saunders promptly answered.
At any other occasion, Captain Riker would have wondered how he knew that so fast, but right now, there were more important things to do.
"Whatever did this to them?", he muttered, and despite all of his Starfleet experience, he felt a wave of shock and confusion overcoming him.
"I think the proper question would be: Whoever did this to them?", Ashley Davenport mumbled.
So, that's all I got so far. I know it sounds like the story's going to be all action, but actually, I planned on it being a lot more drama/romance, with their mission interfering a lot with the characters' private lives. I'm not all that great at inventing new species or battles, and I don't know all of the "Star Trek" engineering and technical stuff. Human interactions are way more fascinating. This is my first "Star Trek" fanfic and I hope you like it.