A Greater Galaxy
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I do not own Stargate: SG1 or Star Trek: Enterprise. If I did, this story would be a real spin-off!
Any relation of characters in this story to real persons, living, dead, or somewhere in between is entirely coincidental.
Kigyapar 12
Andorian Deep-Space Extraction Outpost
December 12, 2140
Lieutenant Garshan was bored. Extremely bored. For the past 8 weeks he and his crew aboard the patrol frigate Ice Sword had been assigned to guard an obscure hydrogen extraction facility absolutely in the middle of nowhere. 8 excruciating weeks of doing absolutely nothing but watching workers pump hydrogen from the atmosphere of this system's gas giant into the refinery station that hung in high orbit.
Occasionally, a tanker would drop out of warp, dock with the station, fill up its tanks, and leave. These occasional visits were the only source of diversion for him, even though they only lasted a few hours at best. He kept hoping that one of these transports would bring new orders from High Command for him and his ship to return home. Garshan had to wonder who he had offended back on Andoria to be posted to a place like this. He should have been fighting those all-too-logical Vulcans of putting those pesky prattling Tellarites back in their place. But this, this was not an assignment for a warrior of his caliber and intellect. This was torture.
His mental reverie was interrupted by a faint beeping from one of his subordinate's stations, followed by said subordinate, Sensor Officer Aearn, immediately sitting up rigid and calling out "Lieutenant!"
"What is it, Aearn?", replied Garshan
"Sensors are detecting a large surge of unknown energy and radiation, 350 kilometers ahead to port!", called the now slightly panicked Aearn.
As the blue-purple cloud of energy and radiation blossomed, Garshan speculated that he might get his fight today after all. This thought was shattered when a ship, unlike anything he had seen before, exploded out of the energy cloud at insane speed before decelerating in a manner not conducive to its size. The mystery ship was shaped like a basic geometric form, the pyramid, with a black superstructure of some sorts at the base of said pyramid. And it was huge, easily dwarfing the 150 meter Ice Sword. For a moment, everyone on the command deck froze before instinct and training took over and the crew jumped into action.
"What in the…" stammered Garshan before he brought himself together. "Raise shields, power weapons, and signal the extraction teams! Tell them to get out of here!"
"Done sir", reported Communications Officer Eran. "Hydro-extraction teams report that they are returning to their base ships and will be ready for warp in 5 minutes"
Doubting 5 minutes would be enough against the monstrosity before him, Garshan sighed and ordered "Communications, open a wide-band broadcast: 'Attention unknown vessel, this is Lieutenant Garshan of the Andorian patrol frigate Ice Sword. You are trespassing in Imperial territory. Leave immediately or be destroyed.'"
"Sir!", exclaimed Eran after a minute had passed, "We are receiving a transmission from the unknown vessel. Audio and Visual comms, sir."
"Put it on!", ordered Garshan, instinctively having a very bad feeling about this whole mess.
The viewscreen flicked on and Garshan saw for the first time what he assumed was the commander of the alien vessel. The alien looked superficially like an Andorian, minus the antennae and with a strange brown-pink skin color. He, if Garshan could call it that, sat perched on a massive gold throne and was draped in elaborate robes that formed some sort of garish costume. And then it spoke, broadcasting to every soul in the system:
"Pitiful creatures! I am Selket, all-powerful god! You and the rest of your abominations are now mine for all of eternity! You will bow down and serve me, or suffer my wrath!"
For a good moment, Garshan didn't know what to say. Out of all the things he was expecting from this encounter, a melodramatic lookalike with a god complex was not in the running. Deciding that, for the moment, this alien psychopath had more bark than bite, he responded, "Attention 'Selket', this is Liutenent Garshan of the Ice Sword. I have no intention of 'bowing before you', but I am willing to discuss the terms of your surrender."
"You dare insult me!", cried the alien, "then die!", it said, shutting down the communication channel.
"Sir!", exclaimed Aearn, "reading massive energy spike from unknown ship. Looks like they are powering weapons and shields. Incoming fire!"
"Gunners, open fire!" yelled Garshan as the enemy plasma salvo hit, shaking the small patrol frigate like an ice-skimmer of old caught in a brutal Andorian snowstorm.
Even as the Ice Sword returned fire with a vengeance, firing particle beams towards the enemy ship, it shook again, sending explosions across the bridge as the already weakened shields gave in. "Extraction teams have jumped to warp, sir!", reported Aearn as a third round of plasma hit the small ship's armor.
"Get us out of here!", ordered Garshan, already regretting his wish for a little more excitement today.
"We can't sir", reported Eran, "Last hit damaged our port nacelle. We are dead in the water"
"Then we die for the empire", stated Garshan solemnly as a fourth and final salvo of weapons fire closed in on the crippled Ice Sword. The world went white and Garshan knew no more.
It would be two weeks before the civilian miners that managed to escape the massacre at Kigyapar returned to Andorian-controlled space. Upon their arrival, High Command dispatched a battlegroup to Kigyapar, but all they discovered was the wreck of the Ice Sword and the orbital refinery station. No trace of the mysterious pyramid-shaped attackers was ever found. The entire incident was classified and eventually faded into the background, until a mysterious discovery by a new race, Humans, brought to light new facts about the mysterious aggressor race over 15 years later.