Star Trek: The Next Generation
A New Day
by Amy
The stars passed by quickly; so quickly, in fact, that it seemed that there were thousands and thousands of long lines of lights streaming by the window of the Captain's quarters. The Captain stared out at the vastness that was space, and he contemplated, yet again, why he was here. Why had he not chosen to be like his brother? Why had he chosen to be the first Picard explorer, instead of following in his father's footsteps and tending the Picard vineyards?
Jean-Luc Picard shook his head slowly, trying to clear his thoughts. He had been going through this battle for some time now, wondering if he had made the right decision to Captain the Enterprise. He mentally slapped himself. Of course this was the right decision. Being the leader of this ship was the best thing to happen to him, and he knew it. He had so many friends among the crew, and they always helped him when he needed it. He smiled as he thought of the crew of the finest starship in the United Federation of Planets.
BOOM!!! Captain Picard was thrown against the hull of the ship, as the lights flickered and the ship bucked and groaned. "Geordi," Captain Picard yelled into his communicator, "What was that?!" He heard only static for a moment, then he heard the reply. "Captain, I think we've been fired on!" Picard was thrown again, and he staggered towards the door. All of a sudden he felt as though he was one hundred pounds heavier. He realized that the gravity compensators must have been hit. Who would fire on the flagship of the Federation?! Picard thought angrily as he made his way to the bridge of his ship.
He got to the bridge and furiously yelled, "Report, Mr. Worf!" Lieutenant Commander Worf looked up from his station and growled, "We have been fired upon by an unidentified vessel, Captain!" Picard almost fell onto his chair, and said, "Lock phasers on their primary engines, Mr. Worf, and fire!"
"Aye, Captain," Worf said quickly. There were a few still seconds, then the ship rocked with the impact of a photon torpedo.
"Mr. Worf, where are our phasers?" Picard asked in a dangerously calm voice.
"I can't get a lock on them, Captain!"
"Wait! Captain, I have an idea!" Wesley Crusher swung his chair around to face Picard.
"Yes, Mr. Crusher, please make it quick," Picard said impatiently.
"Well, they obviously have a cloak of some sort. So, we can use our scanners to scan for any inner-space disturbance. Then we can target them, and fire!"
Picard stood up quickly and almost interrupted Wesley. "Make it so."
Wesley stood up and ran to the turbolift, calling behind him, "Data, will you come with me?" Data stood as well, and turned to the Captain, who said, "Go, Data, and hurry!" Data speedily walked off the bridge.
All of a sudden, Picard realized that the firing had stopped, and the Enterprise was still once more. He could tell that his ship was hurt badly, because her engines were almost silent, and they were barely moving. "Geordi," the Captain called into his comm link, "why aren't they firing?" Before Picard could get his answer, Worf said incredulously, "They're hailing us, Captain." Picard stared at the viewscreen for a moment, then replied, "Onscreen." Riker almost jumped to his feet when he saw the person on the screen, and Picard couldn't say anything; he just stared.
For on the screen, was a face that all of the Enterprise knew well; a face that was the history of the entire Federation. The face was that of James T. Kirk.
A New Day
by Amy
The stars passed by quickly; so quickly, in fact, that it seemed that there were thousands and thousands of long lines of lights streaming by the window of the Captain's quarters. The Captain stared out at the vastness that was space, and he contemplated, yet again, why he was here. Why had he not chosen to be like his brother? Why had he chosen to be the first Picard explorer, instead of following in his father's footsteps and tending the Picard vineyards?
Jean-Luc Picard shook his head slowly, trying to clear his thoughts. He had been going through this battle for some time now, wondering if he had made the right decision to Captain the Enterprise. He mentally slapped himself. Of course this was the right decision. Being the leader of this ship was the best thing to happen to him, and he knew it. He had so many friends among the crew, and they always helped him when he needed it. He smiled as he thought of the crew of the finest starship in the United Federation of Planets.
BOOM!!! Captain Picard was thrown against the hull of the ship, as the lights flickered and the ship bucked and groaned. "Geordi," Captain Picard yelled into his communicator, "What was that?!" He heard only static for a moment, then he heard the reply. "Captain, I think we've been fired on!" Picard was thrown again, and he staggered towards the door. All of a sudden he felt as though he was one hundred pounds heavier. He realized that the gravity compensators must have been hit. Who would fire on the flagship of the Federation?! Picard thought angrily as he made his way to the bridge of his ship.
He got to the bridge and furiously yelled, "Report, Mr. Worf!" Lieutenant Commander Worf looked up from his station and growled, "We have been fired upon by an unidentified vessel, Captain!" Picard almost fell onto his chair, and said, "Lock phasers on their primary engines, Mr. Worf, and fire!"
"Aye, Captain," Worf said quickly. There were a few still seconds, then the ship rocked with the impact of a photon torpedo.
"Mr. Worf, where are our phasers?" Picard asked in a dangerously calm voice.
"I can't get a lock on them, Captain!"
"Wait! Captain, I have an idea!" Wesley Crusher swung his chair around to face Picard.
"Yes, Mr. Crusher, please make it quick," Picard said impatiently.
"Well, they obviously have a cloak of some sort. So, we can use our scanners to scan for any inner-space disturbance. Then we can target them, and fire!"
Picard stood up quickly and almost interrupted Wesley. "Make it so."
Wesley stood up and ran to the turbolift, calling behind him, "Data, will you come with me?" Data stood as well, and turned to the Captain, who said, "Go, Data, and hurry!" Data speedily walked off the bridge.
All of a sudden, Picard realized that the firing had stopped, and the Enterprise was still once more. He could tell that his ship was hurt badly, because her engines were almost silent, and they were barely moving. "Geordi," the Captain called into his comm link, "why aren't they firing?" Before Picard could get his answer, Worf said incredulously, "They're hailing us, Captain." Picard stared at the viewscreen for a moment, then replied, "Onscreen." Riker almost jumped to his feet when he saw the person on the screen, and Picard couldn't say anything; he just stared.
For on the screen, was a face that all of the Enterprise knew well; a face that was the history of the entire Federation. The face was that of James T. Kirk.