Ghost from the distant past

by Cdodders

A ship from the Twenty-Fourth century, comes across an impossibility; a shi that was destroyed in the Nineteenth century was now engaging the Borg

Ghost from the distant past

Captains log, Stardate 101250.22. We have been tasked with investigating an anomaly in the Zenas Expanse. Current Task Force Omega intelligence suggests a small force of Borg ships are the cause, their purpose yet unknown. Intelligence estimates no more than two Tactical Cubes, possibly with one or two Spheres in attendance. The anomaly is not near any known system, or even any shipping route, so the potential presence of Borg at such a deserted region of space is both intriguing, and disturbing.

He surveyed his bridge crew as he informed them, and the rest of the crew, of their new task. All displayed similar emotions that he himself felt when he received the orders. Exhilaration at the prospect of action, after spending several months on an uneventful patrol of the Zeta Andromeda sector; Confusion, at why would the Borg, if indeed it was them, be in a section of space far from any system or trade route; Dread, at whatever horrors they could be concocting if not apparently out to assimilate.

Well, almost everyone. His Vulcan Science Officer, Sub-Commander T'Janikrel, displayed her usual impassive, controlled nature, although he noticed the smallest hint of trepidation, visible for only the shortest of moments. Her past experience with the Borg, when she was assimilated into the collective, was not something one can forget easily, even if the experience was only a few months in length. Lieutenant Margon, son of Koloth, his Klingon Security Officer, looked positively pleased at the chance of getting to grips with the Borg yet again, in the way only a Klingon could.

The Captain liked having other species aboard, especially those that were especially suited for certain roles. T'Janikrel, being Vulcan and a graduate from the Vulcan Science Academy, was almost typecast for the position of Chief Science Officer. There was also the bonus of having at least one Bridge Officer upon which he could rely on to keep calm, measured and logical, whatever the situation. Having a Klingon aboard, in charge of security, was also a good choice. Especially when the House of Koloth demanded a small squad of Klingon Honour Guard accompany him. Anyone who tried to board his ship usually found themselves regretting it within moments. Between the Honour Guard, Andorian Marines and the detachment of MACO, most boarding actions were over in moments. Apart from when the Hirogen tried it. And the Borg. And the Tholians. The Captain shuddered as he remembered those dreadful times.

"Course set, Captain."

He turned to his Helmsman, Ensign Fredrick Mayweather, descendant of the legendary Helmsman of the NX-01.

"Engage."

Ensign Mayweather grasped the correspondent levers, turning them up to the required setting. The USS Victory leaped forward, the heavily-modified Avenger class Battle-cruiser heading towards its date with destiny.