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Torrential Tachyons

As the shimmering light faded, Picard found himself looking upon his old friend and former first officer, Admiral William Riker.

"Welcome aboard, Admiral Riker." He shook Riker's hand as he stepped of the transporter pad.

"Thank you, sir. It's good to see you, Jean-Luc."

"And you as well, number one." They both chuckled at the comment. Captain Nog stood behind them, as well as Commander Dax. Lieutenant Roschenco had a conveniently received a large amount of work to take care of and was unable to attend Riker's arrival. Picard turned around and waved his arm towards the two officers behind him.

"This is Captain Nog and Commander Dax, his first officer."

"Admiral," said Nog extending his hand outward.

"Good to meet you," said Riker, taking his hand. "The Enterprise has always been a fine ship. I'm sure with you in command, it will continue to be." A small smile came across Nog's face, partially exposing the sharpened, crooked teeth in his mouth.

"Thank you, sir. If you'll follow me to the bridge, sirs. Starfleet has ordered our immediate departure."

"Ah," replied Picard. "Very good, captain. Lead the way." Nog walked to the doors and into the hall outside, followed by the commander, Picard and Riker.

"So, how is Dianna faring?"

"Quite well, actually. She's actually been promoted to Starfleet medical as one of the leading councilors."

"That's good news. I'm just curious, what made do decide to take the desk job? I never thought I'd see you with that admiral pip on your collar." Riker made a small smile as he thought about his answer.

"To be perfectly honest, neither did I. But after the Enterprise-E was decommissioned, Diana and I decided that were not getting any younger, and seeing how she'd been given a job on Earth, we decided that living on Earth together would allow us to spend more time together. So when they offered me a position in Starfleet Intelligence, I took it." They had reached the transport lift. The five of them stepped on.

"Five to the bridge," said Nog. An instant after he stated the command, they appeared on the bridge of the ship. The layout was not dissimilar from the bridge of the Enterprise-E, but there were some important differences. All the controls were holographic, allowing the interface to physically change to fit the needs of any situation. As a result, the consoles at the back of the bridge could be used for any purpose, and the interface itself could be matched to the preferences of any person. An ensign at an engineering station immediately stood up straight and saluted.

"Admirals on the bridge."

"As you were," said Picard before the bridge crew had time to react, and they all continued to work as normal. Captain Nog walked to the captain's chair in the middle of the bridge followed by commander Dax. Alexander was standing at the back of the bridge at the security station.

"Lieutenant, signal Deep Space Nine with our departure request."

"Yes sir." A moment of silence was on the bridge for a moment before it was broken by Alexander. "Sir, Deep Space Nine has given us departure clearance."

"Good. Engineering, release docking clamps and get the prototype drive ready for operation." A large thump sound was heard from somewhere below them.

"Docking clamps released sir. Drive ready to go."

"Ensign, plot a course away from the station, one half impulse, then increase speed to full impulse when we reach minimum safe distance from the station."

"Aye sir, course plotted."

"Do it." In the view screen, Picard could see the space around moving as the ship turned away from the station. Picard began to reminisce about his time captaining the Enterprise-D. He remembered the sense of pride he felt when he was given command. The history behind the name Enterprise was more than impressive, and he only hoped he wouldn't spoil its reputation. Although he always had his large feel of professionalism around him, he had been nervous about commanding the Enterprise, and now, looking back, he was glad to have been chosen for that command.

Watching it from the sidelines, however, did bring up some mixed feelings. He knew how fortunate Nog was to receive command of this ship, and that if he didn't deserve it he would never have been offered the position. He had even been a deciding factor in his promotion, but in the end he was nostalgic about those days. His time in that admiral's chair had made him realize just how much commanding a ship truly meant to him. After a few minutes, the helmsman brought his thoughts back to the bridge.

"Sir, we've reached minimum safe distance, going to full impulse."

"Good. Engineering, we're good to go. Begin whenever you're ready."

"Aye sir. Beginning release of chroniton particles." Through the viewscreen, Picard could see a red beam of light being emitted from the main deflector, seeming to be sucked in to space in front of them. After a few seconds, the voice of the chief engineer came over the comm. system again.

"Faze one complete. Beginning release of temporal tachyons." A blue light seemed to overtake the red beam coming from the ship, and then continued to pour into the nonexistent hole in front of them.

"Faze two complete. Releasing antimatter burst." A dark yet transparent pulse traveled along the length of the beam, reaching the invisible hole and exploding in a flash of light. The light faded, and in its place was a shining blue hole in the fabric of space in front of them.

"It worked!" shouted the Captain. The bridge crew all glanced at him, surprised at the outburst. Collecting himself, he regained his posture. "Helm, continue at full impulse. Conn, bring the shield modifications online."

"Shields online and stable, captain." The ship continued into the wormhole, the deflector still firing a blue beam ahead of the ship. Before they knew it, the ship had entered a tunnel of blue light. "Shields holding, captain. We should arrive in the Andromeda galaxy in three minutes, twenty-eight seconds." Not a few seconds after he said that, the beam of light coming from the main deflector flickered the red I was before the temporal tachyons were released.

"Engineering to bridge! The shield modifications we used are blocking some of the tachyons from being projected ahead."

"What? Can you fix it?"

"No sir. To correct it, we would need to lower the shields, but the Kigar radiation from the wormhole would vaporize everybody on board in a matter of minutes, and I need at least twenty to correct the problem."

"What can you do, chief?"

"Not much sir. If we keep running the deflector with only chronitons, we'll collapse the exit to the wormhole, trapping ourselves in here forever, but if we shut it off the exit to the wormhole will appear in front of us, but I can't guarentee where we'll end up."

"We don't have any choice! Helm, reverse engines to slow our velocity! Conn, shut of the deflector!"

"Reversing engines, sir!"

"Deflector offline, sir!" The exit to the wormhole, so far in the distance, now seemed to come flying at them at warp speeds.

"Sir, we will exit the wormhole in 10 seconds!" Nog slammed his hand on the holographic control panel in front of him.

"Captain to all hands, brace for possible impact!" Everyone on the bridge got down and grabbed on to something.

"Five seconds to exit!"