As an SF fan, it's always intriguing to see how different ideas or technologies can change the way things are done. In this case, what were to happen if the Imperium of Man from the Warhammer 40K universe found out about the United Federation of Planets from the Star Trek Universe. What would they think about an alliance where humanity was just one part and sought cooperation with everyone else?
This is my first fanfic, and as far as quantum mechanics goes, this is the universe that I have to work with. Viewpoints, ideas and reviews are welcome. I have based this off of much of Warhammer 40K material that I have, and a variation of Star Trek online. If you want to calculate what dates I'm using, go to .org. There is a stardate converter in the calculator section.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Star Trek franchise or Warhammer 40K
Space, the final frontier. It was black, and a seemingly endless void that held wonders that would excite the soul, or freeze it with terror. It was this seemingly boundless domain that the sentient species of the Milky Way crossed interstellar distances to seek out new life and new civilizations. If chance decided to look at them, they would even discover new realities. It was with these thoughts in mind that a starship moved between the stars at speeds faster than light.
The Ship was undeniably graceful, as if the designers had been raised with the term Form Follows Function in their mother's milk. She was 450 meters from bow to stern. Her elliptical saucer at the front melded onto a flattened cigar shaped body, with low pointing struts with glowing red tipped and blue sided nacelles at the end housing the warp coils that made faster than light travel possible. Another pair struts at the top and rear of the elongated saucer section held up large box structure. Proudly emblazoned on the front top of the saucer section, black against a gleaming light grey hull, was the name of the ship, USS Ganymede, NCC-80109.
On the top of the saucer section in the middle was the bridge of the ship. This was the nervous system that helped give the ship her purpose, for it was here that explorers of the galaxy told the ship where to go and what to see. It was here that many got their first look at the wonders they were going to encounter. It was also here that those who commanded waited for anything to happen. The life of an explorer was not all excitement, for if one did not have the boring moments, and many of them, one could not know excitement, thus everyone who occupied this area always learned patience and to simply wait.
It was here on this particular day, that would become one of the most fated in the history of the galaxy that the ship's Captain, the crews lord after whatever gods they worshiped, was composing his personal log for the morning. To many, it was of minor note, that although the Captain looked human, he was not human at all. The closes anybody would say was humanoid. He had eyes, ears, and hair that made him look human, but he also had ridges on his nose and an elaborate chained earring. This marked him as a Bajoran, from Bajor, a recently admitted member to the inter species alliance that was called the United Federation of Planets. It was a grand alliance of many different species that banded to together for mutual understanding, cooperation, exploration and defense. There were over 150 member worlds and many more colonies. It held a peaceful ideal that many other alliances could not seem to match in its goal of improving oneself and those around.
The Bajoran sitting in the Captain's chair leaned back and closed his eyes momentarily before going over his log entry.
Ship's Log, Stardate 76277.42. We have completed our two week survey of the fifth planet in the Mu Pi 9857 system. Despite being 22 light years from the nearest federation colony and 15 from the nearest star base, it could make a good jumping off point for further colonization towards the galactic core. The system's asteroid belt is rich in raw materiels, particularly deuterium and dilithium. This information in included in the scientific analysis attached to the general report on the exploration mission. Overall, the crew is positive at the mission coming to an end after seven years away from the Federation, and we are looking forward to returning to our homes for a time. It has been along six years, but it has most certainly been interesting. We will be heading to Starbase 120 where a replacement crew will take over the Ganymede and return her to the Utopia Planitia Yards for refit and overhaul before we head out again. This will be a good Captaincy test for Commander Yanikov as its still a good few more months to make it into the core worlds by normal warp drive. The change of command ceremony is scheduled to commence in two days after we reach Starbase 120 at 1000 hours.
The crew has performed admirably over the past seven years, and it has been an honor to serve with them. Many are looking forward to the mandatory leave time. Most of us will be heading home via the transwarp gate network, so we can expect to be back at Starfleet Command in a day at most. At this time I recommend the following actions for the crew.
The executive Officer, Commander Ryan Burton, should be considered for his Captaincy test. He has kept the ship running efficiently and has shown sound judgment when dealing with independent command opportunities.
The Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Anthi, should be promoted to Lieutenant Commander and take part in the advanced tactics course. She has demonstrated a natural ability at the tactical station.
The Helm Officer, Lieutenant J.G Bol, should be promoted to Lieutenant and also be sent to the advanced tactical course. He has displayed a natural aptitude for piloting ships as has been demonstrated in the surveys of the asteroid belts of Pi Canis 8875 and Mu Toa 9987.
Further commendations for the remaining crew can be found in the official mission report.
Captain of the USS Ganymede, Omwus Antos, stared at the report again with brown eyes and puffed out his cheeks. The last bit was a cop out, but there had been a lot done in six years of the mission. Reports had been sent back to Starfleet Command on a regular basis, so all the information of the crew was up to date. Watching the passing star streaks on the main viewer of the bridge, he finally decided that everything was fine would be a good way to end it. This train of thought was interrupted when a console began beeping by the science station. An enlisted science crewman's fingers startred to move furiously over the key's in front of her, trying to figure out what had caused the alert. Captain Omwus sat and waited patiently for the report to finish.
His curiosity became perked when the crewmen called for Lt. Commander T'Lenn to the bridge. The chief science officer of the ship was not usually called from off duty for a sensor contact. The pointy eared Vulcan Science officer came onto the bridge in a cool and un-hurried pace. She started speaking with the crewman who had found the contact then began tapping key sequences at the science station bringing up the analysis that had been done. The furious silent activity continued to drag on, with only the beeps of the computer telling that something was happening. Seeing no reason to wait anymore, Captain Omwus decided to prod and see what the science crew had come up with.
Standing up, he made his way over to the science station, clasping his hands behind his back to appear as non chalant as possible. "What seems to be the problem?" He inquired in a mild tenor.
If the science crew was surprised, they didn't let it show. Lt. Commander T'Lenn spoke in calm logical soprano, "The sensors picked up an anomaly 2.9 light years from our current position. It is currently radiating large amounts of neutrino, and chroniton particles. If the data is correct, we are possible looking at a wormhole."
At hearing this, Captain Omwus eyebrows went up rapidly. Wormholes were subspace tunnels connecting two points in space. They were also notoriously unstable. The only stable one was in his home system of Bajor. Recalling the last status report of the ship, he decided that one more exploration encounter wouldn't be a bad idea, especially one that was this important.
"Continue monitoring the anomaly, we'll make a stop by there and get a better look at it. Relay the coordinates to the helm." The Science office nodded before turning back to her console. Captain Omwus turned to the front of the bridge. "Helm, change course for the coordinates from Science." The ensign manning the helm station confirmed and made the adjustments.
Sitting back down in the Captain's chair, he pressed a button that activated the intercom for the ship. "Attention all hands, this is the Captain. We have detected what could possibly be a stable wormhole. I'm sorry to have to put off your expected return home, but this could be a major find, so we'll be stopping there for a few days. That is all."
This announcement would normally have been met with moaning and groaning, but the crew was professional. They accepted the decision and continued to carry on with whatever tasks they were attending to. This was what they had signed on for and the discovery of something new would both improve their chances of promotion while helping to solve another mystery of the universe. The science crew looked forward to this for obvious reasons. The engineering crew looked forward to this since the Captain would continue to test the limits of the ship in new ways that would increase their understanding of starship design. The only ones who had the least to look forward to were the tactical and security departments.
Missions of exploration did not usually involve having to destroy something, and it was not the preferred method for Starfleet or the Federation to operate. However, the last 25 years had been hard on the Federation. War had come with the warrior like Klingons, the merciless Dominion, and the relentless part machine, part biological Borg. Despite all of this, the Federation and Starfleet had adapted with new weapons, tactics and ships. Many had mistaken the Federations ideals of cooperation and peace as passive in nature, but at the cost of a tremendous number of lives, the Federation still existed. The heavy hitting warships of Starfleet were kept within the borders of the Federations pursuing pirates and raiders, standing ready to engage any enemy to the Federation. There was rarely a need for them to head beyond the borders into the unknown unlike the exploration ships.
This left the tactical and security crews of the exploration ships in a bit of a pickle since their position was necessary, but would most likely not be used. However, they trained intensely and continuously against the day they were needed. This was the state that the security detachment found itself in when the announcement was made by the Captain. Lieutenant Avis Cass, a squat sandy haired, tanned human with hard green eyes was conducting an exercise on the ships holodeck with a third of the security crew in a counter boarding action. It had not been going well since the computer had thrown all the security teams for a loop by forcing them to go hand to hand against Dominion's genetically engineered soldiers, the Jem'Hadar. The only group that had seemed unfazed by this brutal form of combat was the thirteen person marine detachment led by the blue skinned, antennaed Andorian Gunnery Sergeant Shan. From the exercises results the Marines had proven their worth suffering proportionately fewer casualties while inflicting the most damage and keeping the enemy at bay.
Lieuteneant Cass shook his head at the Marines since he understood why they were needed, but did not like the fact they were necessary. In the wars fought by the Federation, tactics had a major backslide compared to the militaries of Earth in the 20th and 21st centuries, even the defunct MACOs from the time of Jonathan Archer. In many cases, the tactics federation soldiers used had gone back to high technology versions of the skirmish lines used by Duke Wellington's Skirmishers and Riflemen. Ground battles involving the federation and their allies were frequently close and brutal. Many a time the federation would have been overwhelmed had it not been for the sheer stubborn defiance and desperation of the federation troops. There was simply no perceived need for the mass destruction an army like those in the 21st century could wreak. After the Dominion war ended, it was recognized that Starfleet had to prepare for the worst in space or on planets, thus the Marine Corp was formed. Although at odds with ideals of the Federation, there were detachments of Marines on ships and all over the galaxy ready to wreak havoc should the need arise. They were not as adept at keeping the peace like security could do, but they ready to make the peace if necessary.
After he finished listening to the Captain's announcement, Lieuteneant Cass had decided the simulation was over. A slight frown creased his face as he began the post simulation chores. "Computer." He began and the ships computer faithfully acknowledged it was ready with a two tone musical beep. "End simulation and compile standard review results." The holodeck promptly dissolved the simulation and dead bodies while those crewmen who had been knocked down proceeded to pick themselves off the ground from the neural stun that had been administered from the holograms after they had been 'killed.'
He turned to Marine commander. "Gunnery Sergeant Shan."
The unreadable Andorian looked in his direction. "Sir?"
"We'll reconvene at 0900 hours in the conference room to over the after action review."
"Yes Sir." was the only response that was needed.
With that business concluded, he turned back to the security teams with a bit of a flare and an edge in his voice. "We will reconvene at 1000 hours and conduct the review. Dismissed."
After seven years, the crew knew they had just been chastised by that tone, but accepted it professionally. Every filed out to head back to their quarters for a shower before the scathing review was to come.
At least someone has something to look forward to soon. Lieutenant Cass thought to himself as he followed his crew mates out. The Ganymede flew on to a new discovery that would shake the Federation and their and neighbors.