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Captain's log, stardate 8017.4. We are currently en route to Vulcan to pick up Ambassador Sarek for the Babel Conference. Once we have assembled all the delegates, we can proceed. We also have a distinguished passenger, Admiral Talunas, who is returning to Vulcan to work on the findings from the Romulan encounter last year.

"My God, Scotty," McCoy grumbled while he tried his best to clean up sickbay before the place was populated by every species in the Federation. "I never realised how bad this place was."
"I'd expect more, Doctor. I know my engines inside out and outside in."
"You would, wouldn't you. You love those coils more than any woman, I think."
Scotty smiled slightly, while also considering whether he should get a kilt made for the next time he needed a dress uniform. "I wouldn't say that, not yet. No, I just know every nook and cranny, and every dent from the fights in my engine room."
Humming started to roar all over the sickbay, louder and higher than the warp engines at high speed. "Scotty, would you mind?"
"There's nothing in the deck plates, I have no clue what..."
Cracks formed in the walls and the expected sounds pierced the eardrums of both officers. They and the medical staff fell to their knees as they tried to block the sound out. Scotty managed to keep his eyes opened. He was sure that he could see himself, McCoy, and the rest of sickbay moving ahead of the ship, in the state they were before the disaster. The other Scotty and McCoy were continuing to talk, but about what would never be known. "Doctor, we're slowing!"

Across the Enterprise, corridors became inferno-filled deathtraps and calbes burst out from walls & deck plates. Crew ran for their lives as ship walls caved in, including a few external bulkheads. Air blew into space, and most crew in the recreation room only escape by a hair's breadth. Those who could see outside saw that the ship was no longer in the blackness of space but rather a purple vortex. Somewhat late, the red alert lights & klaxon began blaring. Leading the evacuation to the escape pods just in case, Leslie had to push one of the new ensigns aside when a fireball burst from the phaser control room. Even when he was in the face of death, which in his line of work was nearly all the time, his heart rate had never been so high. Where were they?"

"All sections aflame isolated," Spock announced to the bridge crew. "Pumps are now on negative mode."
The atmospheric condition pumps would suck out the oxygen not yet consumed by the fires, extinguishing them. If there was anyone still inside, which the sensors suggested was not the case, they would suffocate or burn.
"Sir," Sulu called to Kirk, "I'm reading an overload... Get off the chair!"
"Chair," Kirk muttered. The captain suddenly realised. "Chair!"
The captain jumped off his chair but the huge mass still caught him in the blast. CRACK!
"My spine," he realised. "Spock!"
"Uhura, get medical assistance to the bridge. Chekov, med kit. Masters, status?"
"We're dropping to normal space, sir," said the engineering lieutenant. For some reason, she wore a blue uniform. "The board says we're dead. Warp drive off, impulse to one-tenth only, forward phasers gone, life support on decks 10-14 is gone."
"Lieutenant," Spock asked Uhura, "send a distress call, all frequencies."
"Sir, I can't, there's no subspace."
"Confirmed," said Masters. "Mr Spock, all systems relying on subspace can't work. Even if we repaired the warp drive, we'd couldn't move."
"This also reduces impulse efficiency and takes out transporters," Chekov said. "Actually, I'm reading another layer beneath normal space. Perhaps we could tie into that."
A grating noise turned the bridge crew's attention to the turbolift, where Nurse Chapel had to push open the door herself. "The lift didn't work, I had to climb the ladder."
"Very well, nurse," Spock said. "Attend to the captain. Where is Doctor McCoy?"
"Mr Spock, the whole ship is on fire! It's only because this is the bridge that they let me go at all."
"Do what you can, Chapel," Spock replied. It was up to him to work out where they where and what had happened. He noticed that the computer readings said that the ship hadn't moved in space but had had in time. The science officer thought about the time when the Vulcan Science Directorate insisted that time travel was not possible, and how they'd now be proven absolutely wrong. Perhaps logic was not all it was. In this case, the computer suggested the Enterprise had gone several thousand years into the future. Further, the sensors said that before the disaster, there was a double reading of the ship & crew, as though a duplicate was still heading at full speed towards Vulcan. Or was the crippled ship the duplicate? Did it matter? "Fascinating."

A Daemon. Of all the things Gabriel Angelos could have unleashed on the Imperium, he had to unleash a Daemon. Tartarus was gone and despite Inquistor Toth's reassurances the Captan of 3rd Company, Blood Ravens still brooded over his actions. Was there no method of war that kept a planet intact?
"Do you know what the problem is?" he asked Captain Ufrat, the Chapter Serf in command of the ship.
"Carelessness?" she replied. A normal human, she was far less bulky than a Space Marine, though her tunic had the same colour scheme. In the bright lights of the bridge, this red was as vibrant as it could get.
"No, those on all sides who love big guns. We are fine, yes, but Throne help the universe if they found even bigger Marines. These, the god-machines, the Knights. I sometimes wonder whether those who enjoy deploying the big guns think about the normal people who must live with the consequences. Do they think of the damage?"
"Some do," Ufrat said. Her brothers had been adopted by the Adeptus Mechanicus and accepted into the College Titanica. "Some though think that the Navy's reliance on thousands of slaves just to load missiles is awesome, as in good."
"I can only be relieved that we have autoloaders and we don't have slaves."
"Captain," said the buzzing voice of a servitor, "I am picking up a weak radio signal. I believe it to be a distress call, sent 4 years ago."
Details spread out on the screen by Ufrat's chair. "We can reach it, so can the Space Wolf Battle Barge nearby."
"We will go. I'll have my brothers suit up. Servitor, what can you tell me about the source?"
"Cogitator files from the Dark Age of Technology identify this a pre-M18 design, from the spacewarp drive era."
Spacewarp drive was different from the current warp drive. At present, warp drive took a ship through the alternate hellscape dimension known as the warp in order to cut down on the distance travelled. Spacewarp shortened the distance between points but relied on an alternate dimension that no longer existed. This was one of many items kept by the Blood Ravens, but almost no one else. Gabriel considered this. "Transfer the files to my cellae."

Ufrat wondered how it felt for the small ship ahead to see the behemoth that was a Space Marine strike cruiser. The distressed vessel was smaller than even a basic Imperial Navy patrol vessel, but it also looked like nothing the Chapter Serf had seen before. In front of the command chair were two consoles, one used to regulate the ship's systems and the other used to fly it. Behind the chair was a wooden rail that controlled a variety of other systems, including weapons. "Scan it," Ufrat ordered the Serf on duty.
"Harmless," he told her. "It's crippled, but even if it wasn't it's FTL systems simply couldn't work here."
"It looks like we travelled back 4 years, since the ship just sent the signal. Can we fit it in a hangar bay?"
"Easily."
"Open radio hailing frequencies."

On the Enterprise, a signal beeped from what was left of the communications console, causing everyone to look over in hope. Lieutenant Palmer, Uhura's colleague, had taken over for her, so she was the one who tapped her earpiece and said, "Mr Spock, incoming hail from the approaching ship."
The first officer stared at the viewscreen before ordering, "Onscreen." The other ship was almost as large as a small moon, like the First Federation ship commanded by Balok. It had a rough design with many projecting points. Why a ship needed so large spikes was another question to answer.
"Reading all weapons armed," said the relief helm officer, Haines. Once the targeting scope raised, she took a closer look. "Sir, I estimate the ship has firepower equivalent to all 13 Constitution class starships and more!"
"Confirmed," said Lieutenant Moreau, a science officer who normally spent all her time in the chemistry lab. Captain Kirk had an unusual fondness for her.
"We are clearly in a dangerous area," Spock said.

On the Bibliothèque, Ufrat leaned back in her throne as the image cleared up on her holo-link. Why shouldn't she relax? She had the power. "Greetings of the Throne, this is the Blood Raven warship Bibliothèque. We received your distress call, answer."
Just before the rendezvous, the Blood Raven Archive with the main fleet had transmitted the schematics for a Constitution Class starship, M3.266. When the colourful chamber with railings, a command throne, and various consoles dotted around the room equipped with unnecessary scopes appeared on screen, Ufrat almost smiled. A tall man with a slightly green complexion and pointed ears wearing a blue shirt said, "This is the USS Enterprise. We have suffered severe damage, have many casualties, and do not know our current location."
"We know that and we also know you are helpless and we could plunder your ship if we felt like it. However, we are honourable warriors, whether mere servant of the transhumans or the transhumans themselves, so we will do our best. We believe we can take you into one of our hangar bays."
"Our warp core is currently in a poor condition. Should it breach, the explosion would be enormous."
"We've had worse. If you want our help, do as we say. We are transmitting green lights to the relevant hangar bay. Take the offer or leave it."
"Thank you, Captain."
"May I ask another question, abhuman? What are your female officers wearing?"
"Their uniforms," the man said. He raised an eyebrow at the word 'abhuman'.
"If that's what you call uniforms... We can discuss this. Are you the commander of your ship?"
"No, I am Commander Spock. Captain Kirk is injured. We also have an admiral aboard."
"An admiral. Who is he?"
"She is Admiral Talunas, a logistical expert and a part-time fashion designer."
"You and her come aboard my ship once you've docked. Channel off."
After the holo-link deactivated, the chapter serf on the ops console turned his seat around. He too had slight green skin and pointed ears. "Captain, why did you refer to him as abhuman? We are not abhumans."
"I apologise," Ufrat sighed. "I was trying to unsettle him."
Ufrat promptly left the bridge. She planned to throw off her formal robes and find something nice to wear for a change,but not the uniforms of M3.266. Ghastly.