Author's Note:
All Star Trek, Next Generation, Deep Space Nine and Voyager characters,
belong to Gene Roddenberry and Paramount Pictures.
All Star Wars Characters belong to George Lucas.
All Street Fighter references belong to Capcom.
I don't own them; I'm just borrowing them for a little while
so please don't sue.
This story is AU.
Return to a galaxy not so far away, nor so long ago
By
jediryu ©
Chapter One
LOCATION: Classified
STARDATE: Classified
MISSION PARAMETERS: Classified
The deep space observation probe sat in the void of space, anchored by its mission programming and by appropriate use of its station-keeping thrusters to offset stellar drift. Fueled by taking in stellar deuterium and an ultra-miniaturized warp core would keep the probe functional almost indefinitely. It stored data in a memory bank unlike any other in existence. It could dump its entire data-stream into a subspace priority channel only once if the onboard sensor suite detected the appropriate disturbance in the local time-space, or indefinitely downloaded by way of a tight-beam transmission to a passing survey vessel with the appropriate code clearance. The technology that allowed this had been reverse-engineered from captured hardware from another galaxy.
Required by program to run a Level 3 diagnostic once a day, Level 2 once a week and Level 1 once a month to ensure proper function; it had been on-station for several years and had just finished its monthly Level 1 diagnostic when every measuring device it carried spiked and recorded a rift opening in the local time-space.
The rift itself was only visible in certain spectrums and was recorded as such. Visual scanners picked up a shape that appeared to be coming out of warp. The shape was triangular, a uniform shade of haze gray and measured a colossal 1600 meters long. Within 5 seconds of the shape coming out of warp, the probe identified its shape and probable function as identical to what it had been programmed to look for. 3 seconds after arriving at the logical conclusion of its data, it dumped its entire data-stream into subspace, on the priority channel. 1 second after doing this, its warp core overloaded and the probe self-destructed as per its instructions.
Aboard the command level of the Imperial Class, Star Destroyer Redemption, a scanner tech looked up into the face of his Commanding Officer and said, "It must have been a probe of some kind sir. We didn't hit it with anything so it must have self-destructed. It's a good bet the Federation knows we're here." The officer in question looked up from the crewpit and gazed out through the transparisteel viewport with eyes of steel-gray, "Thank you for the report. Blast! I was hoping we'd have a chance to use it as a booster. Oh well. The Force be with us, I hope the Federation doesn't misinterpret our arrival."
The Executive Officer, a blue-skinned, jet black hair and red-eyed Chiss was military through and through. "Any orders Master? Shall we have the crews stand-by their fighters or power up our weapons?" The robed man swept his arms from in front of him to behind his back to clasp his hands as he turned to face his XO. The two lightsabers on his belt swung in time to the shift of their owner's body and said, "No, that won't be necessary Mr. Mythril. The Force tells me we have time yet; and I don't want to alarm any welcoming committee that may arrive by having our weapons hot. Hold position here for now but do have the fighters begin patrols out to three parsecs or so. Two-man teams will be sufficient for now. I'll be in my quarters meditating if I'm needed. Call me the moment we get a solid sensor hit on anything the size of, or larger than the measurements that Creak gave you at the main mission briefing." Mythril nodded to the departing figure, "Aye-aye Master Rau."