The Interseries Duel, Nosgoroth VS Ruskbyte
Authors: Nosgoroth and Ruskbyte (as blatantly obvious)
Concept: Nosgoroth
Beta: What beta?
Disclaimer: Ahem.
The Yavin IV Battle, Part Four
(Nosgoroth)
"Resistance is futile."
The simple sentence repeated itself over and over inside Captain Nosgoroth' head. *Damn,* he thought.
"Sir, the Warbirds send us their regards," informed the tactical officer.
"Huh?"
"They are cloaking and heading for Romulan territory at warp nine," informed ops.
The image on the screen was blood-chilling. Three warbirds were adrift, two of them sliced in half; the other twenty-one remaining were rapidly cloaking and changing course; the more than two dozen huge grey cubes stood between the Federation starship and the almost derelict Cliffie Star.
The captain stood rooted to the ground. "Helm, set a course to the Mutara Nebula," he said between gritted teeth. "Timeframe, Star Trek II: The Wrath Of Khan. Maximum warp."
"Course laid in," said the young officer.
"Engage already!"
The DementorSlayer streaked through space at ten times the speed of light, passing hundreds of planets, dozens of stars. Twenty-four cubes followed their wake, intending to capture the ship for assimilation.
"We have arrived to the nebula," announced the helm. Nosgoroth frowned. "There should be two vessels inside the nebula. Mr. Beta?"
The android answered calmly. "Sensors are picking up two starships. We have an ID of one of them -it's the NCC 1701-A, USS Cliffieprise."
"Hail them." The screen was replaced by the image of a Starfleet captain in an old-fashioned uniform, who looked surprised at the arrival of the unfamiliar starship. "Okay, no time for preliminaries," said Captain Nosgoroth quickly. "Captain Quirk, I need you to get out of the system, now. there's no time for explanations. Do it!"
The mechanized officer spoke up. "One minute until the Borg arrive."
"Thank you, Mr. Beta. Close the channel, and target the other vessel with our phasers."
The Cliffieprise turned slowly away from the space battle she was supposed to be in.
*Oh, come on...* thought Nosgoroth. *Faster!*
The android looked up from his console and addressed his officer with a sense of urgency. "Forty-five seconds until the Borg arrive."
Nosgoroth was shifting from one foot to the other, muttering, "Come on, Quirk..."
"Thirty seconds, Captain," said the android. He then added, "The Cliffieprise is out of the Mutara Nebula."
Nosgoroth, who had been pacing the length of the bridge, whirled about and shouted, "Helm, go through the nebula, three quarters impulse!"
The clouds of gas that formed the Mutara Nebula glowed red and blue, making the hull of the ship shine and, at the same time, darken, as the light from the nearest star was absorbed.
Suddenly, said star disappeared from view behind the twenty-five cubical shapes that pursued the DementorSlayer.
"Fifteen seconds, Sir," announced the android. "We have cleared the nebula," the helmsman added.
Nosgoroth sat down and tapped the arm of the command chair nervously. "That's good. Mr. Barf, are you still targeting the other vessel in the nebula?"
"Aye, sir."
"Mr. Beta, what's the Borg's position?"
"They're entering the nebula now," said the artificial lifeform tonelessly.
Nosgoroth sprang up again. "Mr. Barf, fire at the vessel! Now!"
A stream of phased light issued from the Federation starship, followed by multiple photon torpedoes. The ship in the nebula exploded, or rather, imploded, taking the Borg and the whole Mutara Nebula with it. A gigantic swirl of matter took its place, the beginning of a new planet.
The crew of the USS DementorSlayer looked in awe at the sight, all except the beige-skinned officer at ops. "May I inquire, sir, what has just happened?"
Nosgoroth looked at him and smirked. "Ah, Mr. Beta, you see, that ship carried an object called the Genesis Device. It can create a planet from a large amount of matter, hence the name, Genesis."
"Large amounts of matter..." repeated the android. "Like the Mutara Nebula."
"Indeed." Nosgoroth cofirmed. "Mr. Cruncher, lay a course for the Yavin star system. I believe there's a certain fanfiction writer awaiting us there."
The young helmsman looked away from the viewscreen and introduced the heading. "Course laid in."
"Engage."
