"What if push comes to shove? What If something disastrous happened to the federation, if we were frightened enough or desperate enough, how would we react? Would we stay true to our ideals? Or would we end up right back were we started?" : (Julian Bashir, 2024)
Deep in the delta Quadrant, an facility orbited the bajoran wormhole. It's primary purpose was as a diplomatic center for both the gamma and alpha quadrant. Soon a federation shuttle craft carrying federation representative ambassador Spock approached the station. Mr. Spock maneuvered the ship to orbit the tiny space station on auto pilot. The. When ready he used the ships matter transporting device to teleport to the station. He took his seat at a large table in the conference room and waited for the dominion representatives to come.
Since the dominion war, the federation were insistent on maintaining diplomatic relations with the dominion. With the help of the shapeshifter Odo and his female mate, Starfleet maintained friendly contact with the dominion on a regular basis. This meting was one of many before. Spock had no reason to suspect danger. He came to know Mr Odo quite well and together along with the female changeling, the had developed a strong bond between the federation leaders and the founders, the changeling leaders of the Dominion.
Spock pondered this through his brain as a beam of light engulfed the room and two jem'hadar solders reamaterialized into the room.
"Standard proceeder." Spock thought. The jem'hadar were the genetically enhanced solders of the dominion. They were also very protective of the changeling leaders and would often put their own lives in jeopardy to protect and serve them.
Another beam of light emerged. When it died down, Spock expected to see Odo but instead of a changeling a young woman in a red dress appeared.
"Who are you?" Spock asked. He was expecting Odo or the female changeling to be there. It wasn't logical for the dominion to change their representatives when they were making significant progress in the negotiations. Unless the woman was Odo in a different form. But that wasn't logical ether. Odo knew better than to indulge in practices of humor with Spock. And he had no other reason to tack a new form. So who was the woman in the red dress?
She approached Spock and walked to his side of the table.
"Are you alive?" She asked in a soothing voice.
"You have not answered my question. Who are you?"
"Are you alive?" She repeated.
Spock finally decided to indulge her.
"Yes."
"Prove it."
Suddenly she embraced Spock and kissed him full on the lips. Spock was so surprised it took him a second to register the event and pull the woman away.
"This is not logical." Spock said.
"Forget logic, only passion." She said and began to kiss him again.
Outside, the shadow of a jem'hadar battleship fell upon the station like a vulture. Suddenly, two white torpedoes were released from the ships weapons bay. The first torpedo impacted against the lower sections of the station causing sever damage. Inside the station, Spock heard the explosions from below and taped his Starfleet com badge.
"Spock to runabout Rio grand. One to beam out." He said. But the transporter on the shuttle didn't energize.
"It has begun." The woman said.
Outside, the second torpedo hit the inhabited section, causing a massive explosion that tore the station In half. Sending debris in all directions.
Several Kilometers away, the runabout the Spock traveled in detected the explosion. An emergency automated program in the computer activated, ordering the auto pilot to set a coarse through the wormhole to the Alpha Quadrant so it could send a distress call to Starfleet command.
The Rio Grand would never make it in time.
(Que bsg mini series opening music)
Vessel: federation starship USS Galactica. Ambassador class
Earth date: April 24, 2395
Location: Sector 009 near Romulan space
Mission: finish patrol of Romulan border and return to sector 001 for decommissioning of the USS Galactica at Mars fleet shipyards.
Commanding officer: Captain William Adama
Executive officer: Commander Saul Tigh
6 light years from earth, T minus: 2 hours.
A beep from his communications badge interrupted captain Adama's log. He taped the badge to respond in his old creaky voice. "This is the captain, go ahead."
The voice of a young man answered. "Captain Adama, the s.s. Antares just dropped out of warp. They have the secretary of education Lara Roslyn on board. She's here to see the ship."
"Very well. Have her meet me in transporter room one."
Just a few minutes later, the captan was in his red starfleet uniform. He walked out his room and down the hallway were he was joined by his first officer Saul Tigh. Tigh was much taller than Adama so whenever he looked to the commander he always had to look up to face him.
"So what's the big news?" The commander asked as they entered the transporter room.
"The secretary of education is here to visit our starship to make certain that it is worthy of public viewing."
"Of corse, if chief engineer Tyrol doesn't clean up the mess he made on deck 10 with the power grid then this old bucket won't be worthy of any viewing, public or otherwise." Tigh said.
"The kid's good at his job. He'll get it done."
"Well, maybe your right."
Adama looked towards his old friend.
"Didn't know you to be that positive before?"
"What can I say, I'm in a good mood today."
"Now there's a surprise." Adama said with a chuckle.
"Sirs, the Antares is ready to transport secretary Lara Roslin." The transporter chief interrupted.
"Very well then, energize." Adama said.
The transporter operator pushed several buttons on the old analog controls. Immediately two of the six transporter pads lit up with a bright flash of light that formed into human bodes and died down. A middle aged woman in a starfleet civilian uniform was now standing at the pad. Next to her was a young man in a business uniform. The woman walked slowly off and faced the two officers. The captain raised his hand and saluted her.
"Secretary Roslyn. Captain William Adama. This is my first officer commander Tigh. I would like to officially welcome you to the starship Galactica."
The woman gave a small smile. "Thank you captain. It's an honer to be on this fine vessel you have. This is my cheif of staff, Billy Keikeya."
The young man waved a bit.
"It's a privilege to be here captain." He said.
"And an honor" Lara said.
"The honor is mine. If you will fallow me I can give you a tour of the ship as well as the parts we are converting for the museum."
"Thank you again. I would like that very much."
I'll just stay here and wait if that's fine with you madam." Billy said.
"Ok. Don't get lonely." Roslyn said as she and Adama left the room while the commander left for the bridge.
T minus: 10 minutes
Captain Adama and Roslyn when to engineering first, where the captain showed her the warp core and other vital systems of the ship. Then they visited the secondary shuttle bay were the museum would be. On their way back to the transporter room they bumped into chief Tyrol who was still fixing power relays.
"Chief." Adama said. Chief Galen Tyrol stood up strait and saluted the captain.
"As you were chief." He said.
"Power relay is almost ready sir. Sorry about the screw up yesterday."
"No need to apologize chief." Roslyn said. The chief was quiet for a moment.
"Oh, let me introduce myself. I'm Lara Roslyn." She said shaking his hand.
The young man reached out and accepted the greeting. "Galen Tyrol, chief engineer."
"A pleasure to meet you." She said."
"Tyrol is my best engineer, his expertise is unmatched on this ship." Adama said. "But even he is only human."
"So say we all." Tyrol said. Roslyn looked at him funny.
"I beg your pardon." She said
"It's a catch phrase we use on the ship. We all say it once in awhile." Cheif Tyrol stated.
"I like it. It's catchy." Roslin said with a smile.
"So say we all." Adama said.
Roslin held back a slight giggle. The captain finally motioned them to the transporter room.
"After you." He said. Roslin went ahead and together they walked to the transporter.
Earth orbit 0 hour
The USS Repulse and her Excelsior class sister ships Rode island and Hood were flying in formation in on standard patrol rounds. In command was young captain Brody Dean. As they were passing over the African continent of earth one of the bridge personnel called out.
"Captain, I'm detecting large amounts of nutrino emissions bering 005 mark 2." The ensign said.
"Do we have a visual?" The captain asked.
"Yes sir."
"Very well. On screen." He said in a commanding tone.
The screen in the front of the bridge lit up showing the crew the outside space and the blue planet below. At first all seemed normal, until suddenly a white light appeared above the planet. Emerging from the white light came hundreds of Dominion jem'hadar ships of various sizes. The largest one leading the fleet was a enormous battleship over 1,500 meters in length. Surrounding it were hundreds of moderate sized crushers and smaller, faster attack ships. The cruisers hovered in orbit like massive rain clouds in monsoon season. The attack ships remained in formation in front of their larger cousins.
Everyone watched as the fleet of ships turned into an attack posture.
"Sir! They've locked weapons on us!" The ensign yelled from his consul.
"Red alert! Shields up!" The captain barked.
As he said this, a massive explosion rocked the ship. People were knocked out their chairs to the floor. Sparks and fires were blazing from several of the computer screens as people rushed to safety. Captain Brody managed to crawl back onto his chair and resume command.
"Report?!" He yelled. One officer had also got back on his feet and reported in.
"Shields down to 30%! We've go damage from decks eight through eleven!"
"Bring the weapons online and return fire!"
But before the federation ships could fire a shot, the jem'hadar attack ships emitted strange looking beams that impacted against the hulls of the starfleet ships. Suddenly the lights of all three ships went out.
"Sir, we've suffered a ship wide main power loss! I don't understand how they did it, but we've lost weapons, shields, and engines!"
"Can you reroute power from the reserves to Shields and weapons?" The captain asked the officer.
"No sir! We don't have enough power in the reserves!"
"What about communications?"
"I think so. Stand by." He said. After several moments the officer called out again. "Got it! Communications are partially operational."
"Open a channel to Starfleet headquarters!"
"Channel open. Sir."
"Starfleet command, Repulse! We've got multiple jem'hadar vessels, lower orbit, over grid 15-2! The have opened fired on us! We need reinforcements!"
"Starfleet command. No contact Repulse."
'Seriously!' He thought to himself. 'How could they not see this?!'
"Then go to your window and look up! They're big as asteroids!"
"Copy, Repulse. Still blind. Got some kind of system-wide power loss in the main computer grid"
The captain slammed his fist into the armrest with frustration. "Try to unscrew yourself right now, 'cause you've got multiple inbound, and they're not carrying flowers!"
"Wait one, Repulse!"
"We don't have one left!" The captain screamed. Seconds later, another explosion rocked the ship. Captain Brody was tossed out of his chair to the floor again.
He looked up at the view-screen and saw the battleship and dozens of cruisers began launching powerful tricobalt explosives at the surface of Earth.
"Lisa no! LISA!" He cried in vain. Thinking of his wife who was visiting San Francisco for the weekend. By now she was most likely dead. Seconds later a torpedo for one of the attack ships blasted through the center of Repulses' saucer section, destroying the bridge.
T plus 10 minuets
"Bridge to captan Adama."
The message awakened the old captain from his slumber as he tapped his com badge.
"Adama here. What is it?" He asked.
"Sir, we just received a priority one message from earth. It was transmitted in the clear."
"In the clear?" Adama said, confused. "What does it say?" He asked.
"It says:Attention all Starfleet personnel, Dominion attack underway. This is no drill."
"I'm on my way." He said. His voice didn't show it but he was gravely concern.
Commander Saul Tigh was awakened to the sound of red flashing lights and alarms.
"A red alert?" He said to himself. He quickly got dressed in his red command uniform and made his way to the bridge. When he arrived he could feel the atmosphere of tension as everyone reported to their post.
"What do we have?" He asked. Captain Adama handed him an information PAD with a grave look on his face.
When the commander looked at it, he couldn't help but laugh at how unlikely the report was. "This is a joke. The fleets pulling a retirement prank on you Bill, come on."
"I don't think so." Adama said.
The captain turned to one of the bridge officers. "Connect me to the ship. I need to speak to the crew."
The officer obliged and tapped several commands into his console. Allowing the captain to speak to the crew.
"This is the captain to all hands. Moments ago this ship received word of a Dominion attack against the Alpha and Beta quadrants is underway. We do not know the size, strength, or displacement of the enemy forces. But all indications point toward a massive assault against federation defenses in the region surrounding sector 001 as well as attacks taking place in territories of the Romulan star empire, the Klingon empire, and the Cardassian union.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard has taken personal command of the fleet aboard the USS Enterprise fallowing the complete destruction of Starfleet headquarters in the opening wave of the attacks. How? why? Doesn't really matter now. What does matter is that as of this moment, we are at war! You've trained for this. Your ready for this. Stand to your duties. Trust in your shipmates and we will get out of this situation alive. Further updates will be available as we get them. Adama out."
After Adama finished his speech, he turned towards the tactical officer Felix Gaeta. "Mr Gaeta, I want you to report to the astrometrics lab and begin a plot of all vessels in the surrounding sectors, friendly or otherwise. Then route the information back here."
"Yes sir." The young officer said before walking to the turbo lift.
Next, the captain turned to Ensign Anastasia Dualla. The ships operations officer. "Dee. Contact the brig. Tell them to release lieutenant Kara Thrace from custody." He said.
"Yes sir." She said.
Commander Tigh was clearly uncomfortable with this order since the reason Kara Thrace was in the brig in the first place was because she punched the commander during a poker match.
"You sure about this Bill?" He said.
"We're about to head into a war zone and I need my helm officer for something important." The captain said before turning to Saul. "As for you, we need weapons if we're going to be any use to the fleet. I want you to check the nearby armories and space stations to see if they have the equipment to restore our type IX phasers or have any photon torpedoes."
"I'll get started." The commander said.
4,000,000 kilometers from earth. T plus 20 minutes
"This is runabout Colorado to Starfleet command, please respond." lieutenant Karol Agathon repeated over the com link. Still no response.
Lieutenant Agathon was on his way to earth to be transferred to the USS Lexington along with his friend lieutenant Sharon Valerii when their shuttle received word of an Dominion attack on the federation. Now he had lost all contact with Starfleet HQ on earth. The news had shaken Sharon up the worst as she struggled not to throw up.
"Hey. Are you ok?" He asked her with concern.
"It's ok, I'll be fine." She lied.
"Let me get something to calm you down." He said and made his way to the rear cabin were the med kit was kept. He came back with a hypo spray and administered the medication.
"Feel better?" He asked.
She silently nodded and took a deep breath. Then one of the computer screens started to beep.
"Sensors are detecting six vessels directly ahead!" She said.
"Great. company."
"Wait, I'm picking up federation signals. Their on our side! Six Starfleet Peregrine fighters dead ahead!"
"Well what are we waiting for? Hail them." He said.
"Starfleet fighters. This is Lieutenant Agathon and lieutenant Sharon Valerii of runabout Colorado. Do you read me!"
A ruff ferengi voice finally come over the speakers.
"Captain Nog to Lieutenant Agathon. This is support squadron omega. I have you in sight. Come about 30 degrees."
Relieved to here a friendly voice, Helo began asking questions.
"Captain Nog, do you know anything about the Dominion attack?"
"Not much you don't already know. They hit us without warning or provocation and Starfleet is losing control of the Sol system. The Klingons and Romulans are experiencing similar attacks in their space. My squadron has orders to escort all incoming air traffic in the solar system to safety."
"Understood captain. Anything we can do to help?"
"Actually you can use your long range sensors to help us find stranded ships." The fighter pilot said.
"Affirmative. We'll get right on it."
"Contacts! Two jem'hadar ships approaching bering 3-0-5 mark 4!"
"Roger Lieutenant. We see them too. I want you to stay back and let us handle them. We'll come for you when it's safe.
Adama, Tigh and Gaeta were reviewing a tactical map of the earth solar system on the bridge.
"Ok, it looks like a majority of the fighting is taking place here near Venus's orbit." Mr. Gaeta said.
"If Galactica makes its approach along the far side of the planet, the magnetic field should mask us from their sensors. We can come In from behind their fleet and deliver a devastating blow before they even see us coming." Adama stated.
"There are reports of a Federation task force lead by Admiral Janeway on its way to the sol system. If we join up with them and make the approach together we might be able to break the Dominion lines and drive them from the system altogether." Gaeta said.
"We'd be the heroes of the federation for the next fifty years." Tigh said with a chuckle.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We still need weapons to fight. Mr Gaeta, how are we with tactical systems?" Adama asked the officer.
"The chief says his people can't reactivate the phaser banks with the equipment we have on board. However, I think it would be better if we just focused on trying to get a full complement of torpedoes."
"Well, as far as I can tell their isn't a single armory, starbase, or outpost that carries type IX phasers within 50 light years." Tigh said.
"Keep searching. If we don't find anything we could always barrow some torpedoes from the Janeways fleet." Adama said.
Immediately Kara Thrace entered the bridge and saluted the captan.
"lieutenant Thrace reporting for duty." She said.
"Lieutenant, as you were. Report to your station." He said
She nodded, but then stopped for a moment. "Sir, where did the Dominion come from?" She asked.
"Nothing's been confirmed, but It seems they found a way to create artificial wormholes to get their ships into the Alpha quadrant. They achieved total surprise and we're taking heavy casualties. We lost 130 starships in the opening wave of the attacks."
"That's almost a quarter of the fleet." Kara said in shock.
"Which means we need to get into the fight. Without weapons we are defenseless. So I want you to gather up as many qualified pilots as you can find on the ship and take them down to the secondary hanger. There you will find a complete squadron of Starfleet fighters that we brought for the museum. I need you to reactivate them Immediately."
Kara looked at Adama with an impressed grin. "Aye sir."
Nearby, Mr Gaeta noticed lieutenant Dualla manning the ships communication post. Most federation ships didn't have a com station due to more excessive automated systems. But Galactica was almost 70 years old and most of her equipment was as old too. So the crew had to compensate and adapt to the outdated technology. Right now Dee had the classic earpiece in her right ear and was listening to the incoming com traffic with a curious look on her face.
"Problem?" Felix asked, noticing her expression.
"I'm not sure. I've been getting strange reports of equipment malfunctions." She said.
"What's so unusually about that?"
"It's the number of malfunctions. One report stated that an entire Starship lost all power before making contact with the enemy. They said it was like someone turned off a switch."
1,536,000 kilometers from earth. T plus 1 hour
"Ok everyone. I know there might just be two of them but I want everyone to stay with your wingman and keep it together." Nog said to the rest of the squadron as they accelerated towards the enemy ships.
The approaching dominion ships were attack fighters. Each one looked like a beetle with an single sub light engine and a forward section for the crew. Two warp engines were attached to the side by a pair of pillions.
The ships slowly made their way through the void, as if taking their time hunting their prey. When they were close enough, the two ships activated a purple scanning beam that swept across space back and forth. When the beam made contact with his ship, Nog was surprised to see all of his instruments lose power.
"Nog to to all pilots, I've lost power. Jolly if you can hear me I need you to take the lead." He said. But there was no response. Then the dark hull of another fighter filled his window. It too was without power and drifting aimlessly. Nogs fighter slammed the side of the other ship like a pair of bumper cars.
"Nog to Lieutenant Agathon, if you can hear me the jem'hadar are using some kind of dampening field or maybe electronic jamming against us. We lost all power..."
He was interrupted by the sight of the two black ships approaching the derelict squadron. He watched as the two ship fire a barrage of glowing white torpedoes. Watched as the projectiles speed towards them. Captain Nog let out a high pitched squeal as a torpedo impacted against his defenseless ship, destroying it. One by one the other fighters were destroyed until there was nothing left but a debris field.
In the shuttle, Karol and Sharon watched helplessly as the blips on the computer screen representing the fighters disappeared completely.
"No!" Karol said in frustration.
Then the computer began to emit warning sounds indicating that the attack ships were closing on them.
"The two jem'hadar attack ships are on an intercept corse for us." He said.
"What do we do?!" She said in desperation.
"Only thing we can do. We run like hell. Get us out of here!" He said as Sharon took control of the ship and increased the impulse engines to full power. With a mighty roar, the Danube class shuttle sped away.
In the passenger section of the S.S. Antares, Lora Roslin emerged from the restroom and took a seat next to Billy. She noticed that the ships captan was standing in the hallway between the seats.
"...and that is all the information we have so far. We will be informing you on further updates as we receive them."
She looked at Billy.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"I don't know." He said.
"Can't we go any faster!" Sharon yelled out.
"I've diverted all power to the engines. This is all we're going to get." Karol responded from the pilot seat.
"What about warp drive?"
"No way. jem'hadar attack ships are twice as fast as this ship doing warp speeds." He said.
"Incoming torpedoes!"
"Now what do we do?" Karol asked himself.
"Wait! I have an idea!" Sharon said. She began typing several orders into the computer.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Programming a series of probes to emit an anti mater signal..."
"...resembling our warp signature." Karol said finishing her sentence. "Just like flares." He added.
"Exactly." She said as she imputed a final set of instructions. "Launch probe one!"
A tiny probe shot out of their underbelly into space. One of the pursuing torpedoes broke off and went after the probe. The other torpedo remand on corse.
"Launch probe two!"
The second torpedo took the bait and went after the probe. When it made contact the torpedo detonated, sending a powerful shock wave through space that hit the shuttle.
Both Starfleet officers were thrown from their seats as several consoles exploded with fire and several lights went out.
"We're hit!" Sharon called out.
"Really?!" Karol said sarcastically at Sharon for stating the obvious as he clutched his leg which had been broken by the impact.
Sharon got to the controls to inspect the damage to the ship.
"We've got a micro fracture in the impulse reactor and damage to the port warp engine. We're venting plasma!" She reported. Then she typed a set of instructions into the computer. Immediately the ships engines died down and all but the emergency lights went out.
"What are you doing?" Karol asked.
"Right now were just a target. Our only hope is to find a planet to set down and make repairs. The nearest world is earth."
"So we're cruising?"
"Best way to avoid attracting attention. We should have enough forward momentum to reach earths atmosphere. Then we power up and find a place to land."
"Great. Good thinking." Karol said still holding his leg in pain.
Outside, the small shuttle drifted through the void. As it did, it passed by the wreckage of several federation starships. In the distance was the planet earth. The shapes of several Dominion battleships were hovering over the planet and several flashes of light could be seen lighting up the North American continent.
In the bridge of Galactica, Captain Adama was addressing the crew on the latest news from Starfleet.
"Preliminary reports indicate that 30 minutes ago, a tricobalt device with a yield of 30 isotons detonated over San Francisco city. Other tricobalt detonations have been detected on the planets: Venus, Vulcan, Trill, Andoria, Romulus, Remus, Chaltok IV, Kronos, Khitomer, Archanis IV, Bajor, Coridan, and Risa. We do not know the casualty numbers, but they will be high."
In the secondary shuttle bay, Kara and Kaily were working on the fighters when they heard Adamas announcement over the intercom.
"How many people in San Francisco alone?" Kaily asked.
"50 million." Kara said.
"Morn the dead later. Right now we need to get this ship combat ready and into the fight."
How's that for part one. I know I skipped some stuff at the beginning but I honestly just wanted to get to the apocalyptic scenes and exploding crap. Reviews are appreciated and I don't own Battlestar Galactica reboot or any of the star trek franchises.