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Phantoms: Prologue
"Captain. We are approaching the coordinates of the USS Impetus. Their warp core is to
breach in 3 hours." Data reports from the conn of the Enterprise-D.
"That gives us plenty of time." Captain Picard leans forward, thinking.
"I would have to disagree, captain." Worf's statement brings Picard to lean back and
turn back as well. "They are being pulled into some kind of spatial anomaly near by. I estimate
we have approximately half an hour until they are crushed." Picard stands up at this, then turns
to Riker.
"Worf, beam the crew to the Enterprise. Sickbay-"
"Captain, the anomaly is preventing us from getting onto a clear lock. We're going to
have to send someone there to place beacons for us to get a clean lock."
"Yes, lieutenant. Will, assemble a rescue team. Get beacons onto everyone of their crew
in half an hour."
"Yes, captain. Data, Geordi, get to transporter room three now. Crusher, you'll beam
with the second team." Riker barks as he follows Data into the turbolift.
A clean transporter room dissolved into a smoking bridge, where Data and Geordi rush
in. After a minute Crusher and a medical team materialize and hurry outside the bridge,
beacons and tricorders ready. Riker holds his phaser steady as Geordi runs his tricorder over
the bridge.
"Lifesign here." Geordi lifts a pile of debris to a lieutenant, which Data places a beacon
on. The lieutenant dematerializes.
"Captain, we have fifteen minutes until it is crushed." Worf reports hastily.
"Can we transport at any time?" Picard rushes to the tactical station.
"Yes, sir. The anomaly will merely affect the beam."
"Affect?"
"It will be more difficult to beam the teams out." Worf says still hastily.
"Enterprise to Riker. I suggest you hurry. You have approximately ten minutes. Any
more than that and we won't be able to get you out in time."
"Yes, captain." Riker's voice is brisk, but little calm nevertheless. Picard quickly sits in
the chair uncomfortably. Deanna watches him very carefully. The ship suddenly rocks.
"Captain, we are being caught in the anomaly!" The flight controller yells, under the
stress.
"Get out of it!" Picard yells back.
"Any farther and we won't be able to beam the teams back!"
"Enterprise to Riker, how many more?"
"Captain, we're all done." Riker says with tranquillity.
"Transporter Rooms, beam all the teams!" Picard yells over the comline.
"I'm having trouble locking onto them individually."
"Worf, how long for both of us?" Picard demands.
"The Impetus has approximately three minutes to collapse. However, we have four
minutes. One minute difference is extremely risky, captain." Worf says with doubt.
"Room three, have you got any of them?" Picard demands once again.
"I've got Crusher's team."
"Room one, report!" The ship suddenly shakes again and Picard is thrown to the floor.
"I'm still having trouble.....I think I've got them!"
"Captain, the Impetus is in critical danger. It is being crushed." Picard abruptly looks to
the viewscreen, where the Impetus is destroyed by the anomaly.
"Helm, get us out of here, maximum warp!"
"The pull is too strong! I'm trying....." Once the ship is cleared, Picard's first thought is
Riker.
"Transporter Room One, report. Room one, report! Report!" The computer voice
suddenly blares,
"Security to Transporter Room One." Picard watches horrified.
Meanwhile, the transporter officer holds steadily at three men who are wearing similar
pins to those of the Federation, but their uniform.... The obvious leader, a black Vulcan, walks
up, phaser still held.
"I am Lieutenant Commander Tuvok...what is our present location?"
Phantoms: Prologue
"Captain. We are approaching the coordinates of the USS Impetus. Their warp core is to
breach in 3 hours." Data reports from the conn of the Enterprise-D.
"That gives us plenty of time." Captain Picard leans forward, thinking.
"I would have to disagree, captain." Worf's statement brings Picard to lean back and
turn back as well. "They are being pulled into some kind of spatial anomaly near by. I estimate
we have approximately half an hour until they are crushed." Picard stands up at this, then turns
to Riker.
"Worf, beam the crew to the Enterprise. Sickbay-"
"Captain, the anomaly is preventing us from getting onto a clear lock. We're going to
have to send someone there to place beacons for us to get a clean lock."
"Yes, lieutenant. Will, assemble a rescue team. Get beacons onto everyone of their crew
in half an hour."
"Yes, captain. Data, Geordi, get to transporter room three now. Crusher, you'll beam
with the second team." Riker barks as he follows Data into the turbolift.
A clean transporter room dissolved into a smoking bridge, where Data and Geordi rush
in. After a minute Crusher and a medical team materialize and hurry outside the bridge,
beacons and tricorders ready. Riker holds his phaser steady as Geordi runs his tricorder over
the bridge.
"Lifesign here." Geordi lifts a pile of debris to a lieutenant, which Data places a beacon
on. The lieutenant dematerializes.
"Captain, we have fifteen minutes until it is crushed." Worf reports hastily.
"Can we transport at any time?" Picard rushes to the tactical station.
"Yes, sir. The anomaly will merely affect the beam."
"Affect?"
"It will be more difficult to beam the teams out." Worf says still hastily.
"Enterprise to Riker. I suggest you hurry. You have approximately ten minutes. Any
more than that and we won't be able to get you out in time."
"Yes, captain." Riker's voice is brisk, but little calm nevertheless. Picard quickly sits in
the chair uncomfortably. Deanna watches him very carefully. The ship suddenly rocks.
"Captain, we are being caught in the anomaly!" The flight controller yells, under the
stress.
"Get out of it!" Picard yells back.
"Any farther and we won't be able to beam the teams back!"
"Enterprise to Riker, how many more?"
"Captain, we're all done." Riker says with tranquillity.
"Transporter Rooms, beam all the teams!" Picard yells over the comline.
"I'm having trouble locking onto them individually."
"Worf, how long for both of us?" Picard demands.
"The Impetus has approximately three minutes to collapse. However, we have four
minutes. One minute difference is extremely risky, captain." Worf says with doubt.
"Room three, have you got any of them?" Picard demands once again.
"I've got Crusher's team."
"Room one, report!" The ship suddenly shakes again and Picard is thrown to the floor.
"I'm still having trouble.....I think I've got them!"
"Captain, the Impetus is in critical danger. It is being crushed." Picard abruptly looks to
the viewscreen, where the Impetus is destroyed by the anomaly.
"Helm, get us out of here, maximum warp!"
"The pull is too strong! I'm trying....." Once the ship is cleared, Picard's first thought is
Riker.
"Transporter Room One, report. Room one, report! Report!" The computer voice
suddenly blares,
"Security to Transporter Room One." Picard watches horrified.
Meanwhile, the transporter officer holds steadily at three men who are wearing similar
pins to those of the Federation, but their uniform.... The obvious leader, a black Vulcan, walks
up, phaser still held.
"I am Lieutenant Commander Tuvok...what is our present location?"