Star Patrol: A Sea Patrol/Star Trek: The Next Generation crossover
AN: First crossover, might be a little sucky in places.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or Sea Patrol
Stardate 44002.3
System: Wolf 359
2008 HRS Earth Time
USS Hammersley - NCC-514202
Excelsior Class Cruiser
On Stardate 43997, Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation starship Enterprise was kidnapped for six days by an invading force known as the Borg. Surgically altered, he was forced to lead an assault on Starfleet at Wolf 359...
The ominous black cube silently arced through the vacuum of space, the only way to see it was to follow the moving patch of stars that would wink out momentarily as it passed. On the other side of the Borg Cube, a fleet of 40 gleaming white duranimum hulled starships, running lights ablaze, prepared for the soon to be battle. On the bridge of one of them, a saga played out…
"I am Locutus of Borg. You will disarm your weapons...and escort us to sector 001...if you attempt to intervene...we will destroy you. Your life...as it has been...is over. From now on...you will service...us. Resistance is futile."
"Load torpedo bays, arm phasers." Captain Mike Flynn said, walking across the bridge and settling heavily into the command chair of his 30 year old starship.
"The Melbourne's losing power, sir! Kyushu and Sar...Saratoga's core just overloaded sir, I'm reading 12 escape pods. There are Borg boarding parties on the Melbourne and Johnson and the cube has locked onto us!" His navigator, Lieutenant Commander Nikki Caetano, said, looking back at him in the dim flashing red lights. Turning to his tactical officer, recently promoted Lieutenant j.g. Peter Tomezwinski, he nodded, ordering him to begin firing.
"New phaser modulation is having no effe...Aghrrggh!" He yelled, clutching his face as his flew over his sparking console. Mike looked over at his blonde half-Vulcan first officer and ordered her to begin firing from the auxiliary console.
"Attack pattern Delta-Flynn 3!" Mike yelled as another console exploded behind him. Nikki turned to him, worried look on her face.
"Sir! I think I know a way to strengthen the shields!" Nikki said as consoles exploded around them.
"Do it!" He yelled back, sending her scurrying into the turbolift.
"Deck Six!" She said, tugging on the bottom of her science blue uniform. Stepping out, she was thrown against the wall as a huge explosion shook the ship.
"Warning: Decompression on decks 1-3. All command functions have been routed to Main Engineering." The maddenly calm voice of the computer said, stopping Nikki in her tracks.
"Caetano to Flynn." She said, tapping her combadge. Her combadge gave a quick double chirp, signaling an incomplete connection. Blowing out a shaky breath, she tapped her combadge again.
"Caetano to McGregor. Caetano to bridge" Nikki said, voice growing desperate. Stumbling back into the turbolift, she attempted to blink tears from her eyes. "Computer, is anyone on the bridge alive?" She asked, staring at the closed turbolift doors.
"Negative." The computer replied.
"Deck 12." She whispered, letting her head fall back against the wall of the turbolift. Her thoughts flew to Josh, the relief helmsman and her lover. 'He was on the bridge. I'm the reason he's dead, because I got some harebrained idea and had to leave the helm.' She thought. "Computer, who is the highest ranking surviving command officer?" Nikki asked as a solitary tear tracked down her face, fearing the answer.
"The highest ranking officer still alive on the Hammersley is Lieutenant Commander Nikki Caetano, service number ST-20072682-H."