Act 2

"I don't know if anyone has ever transported to a planet in middle of a nebula," Merlek commented as they entered the transporter room.

"Then again," Stubbs pointed out as they got onto the transporter pad, "No one has had a ship quiet like ours either."

"Ah," James Gardner said as they took places, "I wish I could go. I remember reading of such planets and things from Jonathon Archers' reports on the Delphic Expanse when I was a child."

"It's nothing that severe," Stubbs shrugged, "I can assure you. We're just going in, take a few scans, then we'll be back out before anything happens. Energize."

They started to vanish and dematerialize as they were transported from the ship down to the planet.

Once the transportation was complete; the three men turned and looked around, pulling out their tricorders. The planet, un-scannible from the ship, was a jungle planet. There were palm-trees everywhere, thick leaf like bushes on the ground. Muddy streams ran around them, crisscrossed by strange red vines. The air was moist, rain droplets slowly falling to the ground.


"Search the perimeter," Stubbs ordered, "We'll meet back here in ten minutes."

"Lt. Brackles," Sam Mollen called out from the pool-table shaped console board in middle of engineering, "There's been a six percent drop in the plasma activity in the warp core."

"I see it sir," the humanoid Xindi replied, "I don't understand sir. The plasma relays are in perfect order, and the casing for the core is new."

"Get on it," Sam ordered, "I'm not going to let this ship be anything but top notch for when we get to DS9."

"Aye."

Adam stooped over a flower, red, yellow, and white. It was so beautiful. He scanned it with a tricorder and as he did so, his mind flashed back.

"Mr. Lukas!" he cried, running onto the bridge, "There are Borg in this nebula!"

Lukas turned to him, "Are you sure? Scanners have picked up nothing."

"Helm! Get out of here!" he shouted, "Turn to 5.6-7-1 now! Red Alert! Weapons full powered! Shields up!"

"Sir," Clark Gammes, the tactical officer shouted behind him, "Six Borg spheres coming our way!"

He shook himself mentally. That was years ago. He had a chance to prove himself again. Something he needed to do. He could not live with the shame of what had happened. That had forced Merlek and Sarah King to turn on him.


Trust looked at the logs of the first assignment he had, aboard the Galaxy-Class Cruiser, Warhammer as a science officer. Not the most Federationy of ships brought forth, but, it had been made to fight the Jem'Hadar. A lot of good men had died on that ship. Out of 300, only 92 remained at the end of the war.

As he read, there was a faint buzzing noise around his head. He turned, looking, then saw a massive bee on his shoulder.

"Are you seri-OOOUCH!" he screamed as the stinger drove itself into his arm.