The USS Titan
Chapter 2: Diplomatic Mission
By Kat.
Hey, I finally updated! Woo! This'n's all for Barry Alexander, for prodding me into getting my rear round to writing more. You rock!!
A/n: The uniforms, in my mind, are the same as those on Voyager, but with slightly different colours.
The team climbed into the small transport shuttle, the Hyperion. The interior was somewhat cramped, with only room for the four of them. Dick and Donna took the pilot's and co-pilot's seats, with Garth on navigation and Roy on communications.
"Is the bay clear for take-off?" the captain questioned.
"Yes sir," Roy replied, after checking all his screens.
"Okay. Tell Ensign Duncan to open the bay doors."
A minute or two later, the tiny shuttle flew out from the small opening. It moved away from the huge shape of the Titan, and towards the glowing sphere of Tamaran.
As they drew nearer, they could see the beautiful buildings and the luscious green plants, but also the devastation wreaked by attacks. Pillars leaned at odd angles; the buildings they had supported were lying in piles around their bases. Smoke rose in plumes, occasionally obscuring the shuttle's vision. A small party of red-haired Tamaraneans moved amongst the rubble, gathering the bodies of their fallen comrades. They looked up suspiciously at the shuttle until they saw the Federation logo. One broke away from the group, and flew towards the shuttle.
"They can fly?" Roy gasped, staring at the graceful form before them.
"Who didn't read his files properly before the mission?" Donna teased.
In front, the Tamaranean motioned them to follow her. Dick acknowledged her with a gesture of his hand. She led them on a fairly complicated course, close to the ground.
"Are they all as gorgeous as that?" Roy asked, eyes never leaving her.
"Stop ogling the natives, Roy," Garth said, nudging his companion.
"Well, our captain isn't taking his eyes off her," Roy whispered back, with a snigger.
"That's because our captain is trying to follow her to the Tamaranean base," Donna turned in her chair to fix the two with her gaze, "so keep your comments to yourselves."
Dick smiled, thinking that it was good to have an excuse to watch the beauty who led them. Her skin was golden, as it was on all her people, and it seemed to glow in the sunlight. The silver bikini-type outfit she wore left little to the imagination, and emphasised the smooth curves of her body. Long flame-red hair flowed out behind her, and a trail of the same colour was left behind her as she flew. The flyer responded easily to Dick's hand on the controls, as he expertly shadowed her.
"We seem to be approaching the base now, cap'n," Garth said, looking on his scanner.
The building that appeared before them was similar in design to all the others, but closer inspection revealed that it had been reinforced. From above it was well-camouflaged, with the vehicle entrances covered with greenery. One of these doorways was open for them now, and they were led inside. After flying through a short, dark tunnel, they found themselves in a large hangar, filled with an assortment of different crafts.
They were led by their guide to a space between a sleek battlecraft and a transporter. As they climbed out, Dick watched his team, glad to see that their uniforms were as neat as possible. He wore the captain's uniform of a black jumpsuit, with blue across the chest and shoulders. The others' wore similar, but with red on Donna and Garth's, and yellow on Roy's. Their guide seemed impressed as she greeted them.
"Captain Grayson?" At his nod, she continued. "Welcome to Tamaran. My name is Koriand'r, and I am to take care of you during your stay. If you follow me, I will take you to meet our king."
She guided them through many corridors, all of which were full of busy Tamareans. They moved aside with respect as the Federation team walked through, always with a friendly smile or greeting for them. At length, they reached the throne room, a sight which took their breath away.
It was a long hall, with a high, vaulted ceiling, supported by carved stone pillars. The rich furnishings were all of inlaid wood, and thick decorative carpets spread under their feet. However, despite its grandeur, the room was being put to good use. Practically every space was being used for planning defence and attacks, recording losses, and other such necessities of battle. No space was wasted, Tamareans even hovered in the air for their discussions, utilising as much of the room as possible. Roy stared with his mouth agape, until Donna pulled at his arm to follow Koriand'r through the crowds.
King Myand'r sat on his throne, seeming to be a figure of calm among the hectic rushing of his subjects. He rose as they approached, and shook Dick's hand.
"Captain, it is a pleasure to have you here. We will begin peace talks tomorrow, but meanwhile I hope you will enjoy our hospitality. You've already met my daughter, Princess Koriand'r," he gestured at their guide, who smiled gracefully. "She will show you to your rooms and make sure that you are settled."
"Thank you, sir," Dick replied. "The Federation is most grateful for you allowing us to assist in these problems."
"We should probably have asked for your help a long time before now, Captain," Myand'r said sadly, "I only hope it isn't too late."
T.T.T.T.T.
Their rooms were all separate, arranged around a fair-sized lounge. The one door to the corridor was from the lounge.
"I hope you will find these rooms comfortable," Koriand'r expressed. "Some of my people will be along soon with some food for you. My room is just down the corridor. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."
"But you'll stay and eat with us?" Dick asked, blushing slightly. "It would be most helpful if you could tell us more about your planet, Princess."
"Please, call me Kory," she smiled, "and I'd be delighted to tell you anything that you need to know."
She looked directly at Dick while she said this, her green pupil-less eyes fixing on his blue ones. Roy noticed this, and winked at Donna. She frowned at him, but she had noticed the atmosphere between the captain and the princess.
She only hoped that he would be careful.
Chapter 2: Diplomatic Mission
By Kat.
Hey, I finally updated! Woo! This'n's all for Barry Alexander, for prodding me into getting my rear round to writing more. You rock!!
A/n: The uniforms, in my mind, are the same as those on Voyager, but with slightly different colours.
The team climbed into the small transport shuttle, the Hyperion. The interior was somewhat cramped, with only room for the four of them. Dick and Donna took the pilot's and co-pilot's seats, with Garth on navigation and Roy on communications.
"Is the bay clear for take-off?" the captain questioned.
"Yes sir," Roy replied, after checking all his screens.
"Okay. Tell Ensign Duncan to open the bay doors."
A minute or two later, the tiny shuttle flew out from the small opening. It moved away from the huge shape of the Titan, and towards the glowing sphere of Tamaran.
As they drew nearer, they could see the beautiful buildings and the luscious green plants, but also the devastation wreaked by attacks. Pillars leaned at odd angles; the buildings they had supported were lying in piles around their bases. Smoke rose in plumes, occasionally obscuring the shuttle's vision. A small party of red-haired Tamaraneans moved amongst the rubble, gathering the bodies of their fallen comrades. They looked up suspiciously at the shuttle until they saw the Federation logo. One broke away from the group, and flew towards the shuttle.
"They can fly?" Roy gasped, staring at the graceful form before them.
"Who didn't read his files properly before the mission?" Donna teased.
In front, the Tamaranean motioned them to follow her. Dick acknowledged her with a gesture of his hand. She led them on a fairly complicated course, close to the ground.
"Are they all as gorgeous as that?" Roy asked, eyes never leaving her.
"Stop ogling the natives, Roy," Garth said, nudging his companion.
"Well, our captain isn't taking his eyes off her," Roy whispered back, with a snigger.
"That's because our captain is trying to follow her to the Tamaranean base," Donna turned in her chair to fix the two with her gaze, "so keep your comments to yourselves."
Dick smiled, thinking that it was good to have an excuse to watch the beauty who led them. Her skin was golden, as it was on all her people, and it seemed to glow in the sunlight. The silver bikini-type outfit she wore left little to the imagination, and emphasised the smooth curves of her body. Long flame-red hair flowed out behind her, and a trail of the same colour was left behind her as she flew. The flyer responded easily to Dick's hand on the controls, as he expertly shadowed her.
"We seem to be approaching the base now, cap'n," Garth said, looking on his scanner.
The building that appeared before them was similar in design to all the others, but closer inspection revealed that it had been reinforced. From above it was well-camouflaged, with the vehicle entrances covered with greenery. One of these doorways was open for them now, and they were led inside. After flying through a short, dark tunnel, they found themselves in a large hangar, filled with an assortment of different crafts.
They were led by their guide to a space between a sleek battlecraft and a transporter. As they climbed out, Dick watched his team, glad to see that their uniforms were as neat as possible. He wore the captain's uniform of a black jumpsuit, with blue across the chest and shoulders. The others' wore similar, but with red on Donna and Garth's, and yellow on Roy's. Their guide seemed impressed as she greeted them.
"Captain Grayson?" At his nod, she continued. "Welcome to Tamaran. My name is Koriand'r, and I am to take care of you during your stay. If you follow me, I will take you to meet our king."
She guided them through many corridors, all of which were full of busy Tamareans. They moved aside with respect as the Federation team walked through, always with a friendly smile or greeting for them. At length, they reached the throne room, a sight which took their breath away.
It was a long hall, with a high, vaulted ceiling, supported by carved stone pillars. The rich furnishings were all of inlaid wood, and thick decorative carpets spread under their feet. However, despite its grandeur, the room was being put to good use. Practically every space was being used for planning defence and attacks, recording losses, and other such necessities of battle. No space was wasted, Tamareans even hovered in the air for their discussions, utilising as much of the room as possible. Roy stared with his mouth agape, until Donna pulled at his arm to follow Koriand'r through the crowds.
King Myand'r sat on his throne, seeming to be a figure of calm among the hectic rushing of his subjects. He rose as they approached, and shook Dick's hand.
"Captain, it is a pleasure to have you here. We will begin peace talks tomorrow, but meanwhile I hope you will enjoy our hospitality. You've already met my daughter, Princess Koriand'r," he gestured at their guide, who smiled gracefully. "She will show you to your rooms and make sure that you are settled."
"Thank you, sir," Dick replied. "The Federation is most grateful for you allowing us to assist in these problems."
"We should probably have asked for your help a long time before now, Captain," Myand'r said sadly, "I only hope it isn't too late."
T.T.T.T.T.
Their rooms were all separate, arranged around a fair-sized lounge. The one door to the corridor was from the lounge.
"I hope you will find these rooms comfortable," Koriand'r expressed. "Some of my people will be along soon with some food for you. My room is just down the corridor. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."
"But you'll stay and eat with us?" Dick asked, blushing slightly. "It would be most helpful if you could tell us more about your planet, Princess."
"Please, call me Kory," she smiled, "and I'd be delighted to tell you anything that you need to know."
She looked directly at Dick while she said this, her green pupil-less eyes fixing on his blue ones. Roy noticed this, and winked at Donna. She frowned at him, but she had noticed the atmosphere between the captain and the princess.
She only hoped that he would be careful.