Why of course I own star trek......... only in a alternative reality, but
it counts as long as I believe it's the truth.
Im trying a few things with my story telling tell me what you think.
Chapter 3: Fallen Temple
Thomas initiated maneuvers that brought the shuttle craft about, turning away from the hulk once known as the proud ship Enterprise. There mission was over, doomed before it started. No way could they safely navigate the insides of the hull with out environmental suits. Between the point of entry and the point were they would find Picard several sections were venting atmosphere, or completely open to space.
"What are you doing," Q screamed not believing that they were about to leave.
"Its over Q theres no way we can move in there with out suits, I'm bringing us out of this system before the star goes supernova and takes us with it."
"You cant do this, we need to save him! You don't understand!"
"How could you not pack suits Q? How could," Thomas was cut off.
"Who would have thought we would have needed any I mean you have that mechanical bi location machine. Its not my fault humans are so far behind on the times that something like mere radiation would pose such a problem," Vintage Q he thought its never your fault if you can blame someone else.
"No suits, no captain."
Q slumped back his mind racing time was running out and there was so much more at stake than Picard's mind. An idea sprang in Q's mind, it was hard to reach he rarely had to think within a set of boundaries rarely had to make simple decisions. "What if there was a different route in?" Thomas turned to him for a moment his mind sparked only to be dismissed out right as stupidity.
"No hear me out, what if we can go around the damaged sections stay in were there is still atmosphere?"
"Even if we can get to the captain there's no guarantee that those sections will still be serviceable when we return." This dilemma hit Q hard. His mind again raced his plan would work he knew it. Only he would have to keep Thomas at bay long enough for him to formulate the plan.
"How long until the supernova?"
Thomas hit controls bringing up the long range scanners and compensating there intensity to work around the intense radiation of the dieing star. "An hour. Maybe two."
"More than enough time, take us back get us up close lets do this."
"What?" Thomas retorted.
"With or with out you im going," Q shot out, "With out me though your not getting anywhere fast."
"I hate you Q I want you to know that." Thomas turned back to the controls and began to return them to there point of entrance, he turned his head, "I want you to feel how much I hate you."
Q smiled, you wouldn't be the first he thought to himself, and with all luck you wont be the last.
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"Activating mag locks and compensating internal dampeners for Enterprises spin," quoted Thomas racing against the helm of the Galileo. The small ship lurched as it connected to the hull of the galaxy class vessel, magnets stronger than steel holding tight to the outer duranium hull plating. "Lowering docking arm and cutting apparatus, we should be through within ninety seconds." A slight hum filled the cabin as powerful phase beams began to gently cut through the hull. "All that is left is to download a schematic of the deck layout and well be set."
The sound of a door whooshing shut aroused his attention; he turned to see Q carrying a closed metal box. He set it down on the control panel and began to open it, exposing two type two phasers. "There's no way to tell what's going to happen in a dieing mans mind." He handed a phaser to Thomas, "Just in case."
Thomas took the weapon, it felt heavy in his hand as he turned it over getting a good look at its sleek body. Recently when his ship was attacked by the Xenophobes the young Riker was forced to take action, forced to defend his captain and his ship. The sound of bulk heads being torn from place by the barrage of fire rained down on her by there attackers had waken him brining him instantly to his feet and into uniform, training took over as he mechanically fitted his tunic. He stood ready for his call to battle station as the intruder alert klaxon blazed. Rushing to the nearest weapons store two sections over, he mentally ran over his combat training, never onces thinking he may die today. If he had would he have thought it was a good day to die?
He reached the locker already open and nearly empty when the first phaser fire rang out through the hall, a full group of creatures, Cardasian grey with bony Klingon like foreheads filed through the corridor taking turns firing an old style projectile weapon. He took position with his back to a bulk head setting his phaser for kill. The sound got louder, and screams of pain began to fill the air. His blood boiled as he listened waiting for the moment to strike. Then all was quiet.
He didn't know how long he stood there silent, praying for a sound any sound. If his attackers had taken the hall there heavy foot steps would alert him. Had they kept the hall a call to move forward would have been called. There was nothing. His body tensed had they fought to the last man, was he the last man? For the eternity of the few seconds or minutes he stood there he was silent stuck to his place unable to move, was it fear he asked himself on the nights since, then in the next heart beat he moved phaser drawn ready to accept what ever fate waited him on the other side of the bulk head.
Three Xenophobes stood eyeing there pray taken fully by surprise at the sight of a lone human wielding a strange glowing stick. The first creatures last thought was how funny the weapon looked in the scrawny animals hand. A quick roll dodged the seconds projectile weapon blast allowing a second phaser fire square to the chest. He rolled back onto his feet planting his weapon deep into the torso of the third. Stunned they stood face to face neither firing a weapon staring into each others eyes.
Until now it was all training Thomas Riker was turned off as a being, no time to waste thinking no time to waste with idea, until now he was star fleet. Yet he now found himself staring into the creatures eyes the deep purple pupils of an alien being, a fellow brother in space. And for that brief moment he could not activate his weapon and end this battle. The alien saw his chance and took action to move. From reflex or fear he pushed the button and fired his phase particles into and through the chest cavity of the living being before him. He watched as an expression of shock fell apon it as for that last moment of reality the being took stock of its life and the way it was ending. Still staring into its eyes Thomas watched as that spark in all creatures faded, the purple turned black and blood drip from its lips. The alien was dead fallen to the floor, and not star fleet nor any training had killed it. Thomas Riker killed the alien.
He stood there for a moment arm extended, weapon still pointing into space. There were reasons troops were trained to not think to know action as a reflex, humans are not killers by nature, the human can not kill. Only this time it was Thomas and not his training or reflex, his mind shut off no thoughts or ideas craned in. it was self defense, a million species across the galaxy would not think less of him for it, but this thought never came in, nothing. He fell to his knees at the foot of the nameless alien and wept, the empty corridor with klaxons still blazing his only company.
Thomas stood and holstered the weapon. "Lets go."
Q moved to the back of the shuttle and Thomas palmed a set of controls, the floor split and a hole into the belly of the enterprise lay open. He had never told anyone what happened during that battle, he would have earned a medal a commendation, maybe even have made lieutenant commander by the end of the voyage, yet the only witnesses were unable to speak. He jumped in through the hole, into the unknown.
Next chapter Shattered Mirrors.
Im trying a few things with my story telling tell me what you think.
Chapter 3: Fallen Temple
Thomas initiated maneuvers that brought the shuttle craft about, turning away from the hulk once known as the proud ship Enterprise. There mission was over, doomed before it started. No way could they safely navigate the insides of the hull with out environmental suits. Between the point of entry and the point were they would find Picard several sections were venting atmosphere, or completely open to space.
"What are you doing," Q screamed not believing that they were about to leave.
"Its over Q theres no way we can move in there with out suits, I'm bringing us out of this system before the star goes supernova and takes us with it."
"You cant do this, we need to save him! You don't understand!"
"How could you not pack suits Q? How could," Thomas was cut off.
"Who would have thought we would have needed any I mean you have that mechanical bi location machine. Its not my fault humans are so far behind on the times that something like mere radiation would pose such a problem," Vintage Q he thought its never your fault if you can blame someone else.
"No suits, no captain."
Q slumped back his mind racing time was running out and there was so much more at stake than Picard's mind. An idea sprang in Q's mind, it was hard to reach he rarely had to think within a set of boundaries rarely had to make simple decisions. "What if there was a different route in?" Thomas turned to him for a moment his mind sparked only to be dismissed out right as stupidity.
"No hear me out, what if we can go around the damaged sections stay in were there is still atmosphere?"
"Even if we can get to the captain there's no guarantee that those sections will still be serviceable when we return." This dilemma hit Q hard. His mind again raced his plan would work he knew it. Only he would have to keep Thomas at bay long enough for him to formulate the plan.
"How long until the supernova?"
Thomas hit controls bringing up the long range scanners and compensating there intensity to work around the intense radiation of the dieing star. "An hour. Maybe two."
"More than enough time, take us back get us up close lets do this."
"What?" Thomas retorted.
"With or with out you im going," Q shot out, "With out me though your not getting anywhere fast."
"I hate you Q I want you to know that." Thomas turned back to the controls and began to return them to there point of entrance, he turned his head, "I want you to feel how much I hate you."
Q smiled, you wouldn't be the first he thought to himself, and with all luck you wont be the last.
******************
"Activating mag locks and compensating internal dampeners for Enterprises spin," quoted Thomas racing against the helm of the Galileo. The small ship lurched as it connected to the hull of the galaxy class vessel, magnets stronger than steel holding tight to the outer duranium hull plating. "Lowering docking arm and cutting apparatus, we should be through within ninety seconds." A slight hum filled the cabin as powerful phase beams began to gently cut through the hull. "All that is left is to download a schematic of the deck layout and well be set."
The sound of a door whooshing shut aroused his attention; he turned to see Q carrying a closed metal box. He set it down on the control panel and began to open it, exposing two type two phasers. "There's no way to tell what's going to happen in a dieing mans mind." He handed a phaser to Thomas, "Just in case."
Thomas took the weapon, it felt heavy in his hand as he turned it over getting a good look at its sleek body. Recently when his ship was attacked by the Xenophobes the young Riker was forced to take action, forced to defend his captain and his ship. The sound of bulk heads being torn from place by the barrage of fire rained down on her by there attackers had waken him brining him instantly to his feet and into uniform, training took over as he mechanically fitted his tunic. He stood ready for his call to battle station as the intruder alert klaxon blazed. Rushing to the nearest weapons store two sections over, he mentally ran over his combat training, never onces thinking he may die today. If he had would he have thought it was a good day to die?
He reached the locker already open and nearly empty when the first phaser fire rang out through the hall, a full group of creatures, Cardasian grey with bony Klingon like foreheads filed through the corridor taking turns firing an old style projectile weapon. He took position with his back to a bulk head setting his phaser for kill. The sound got louder, and screams of pain began to fill the air. His blood boiled as he listened waiting for the moment to strike. Then all was quiet.
He didn't know how long he stood there silent, praying for a sound any sound. If his attackers had taken the hall there heavy foot steps would alert him. Had they kept the hall a call to move forward would have been called. There was nothing. His body tensed had they fought to the last man, was he the last man? For the eternity of the few seconds or minutes he stood there he was silent stuck to his place unable to move, was it fear he asked himself on the nights since, then in the next heart beat he moved phaser drawn ready to accept what ever fate waited him on the other side of the bulk head.
Three Xenophobes stood eyeing there pray taken fully by surprise at the sight of a lone human wielding a strange glowing stick. The first creatures last thought was how funny the weapon looked in the scrawny animals hand. A quick roll dodged the seconds projectile weapon blast allowing a second phaser fire square to the chest. He rolled back onto his feet planting his weapon deep into the torso of the third. Stunned they stood face to face neither firing a weapon staring into each others eyes.
Until now it was all training Thomas Riker was turned off as a being, no time to waste thinking no time to waste with idea, until now he was star fleet. Yet he now found himself staring into the creatures eyes the deep purple pupils of an alien being, a fellow brother in space. And for that brief moment he could not activate his weapon and end this battle. The alien saw his chance and took action to move. From reflex or fear he pushed the button and fired his phase particles into and through the chest cavity of the living being before him. He watched as an expression of shock fell apon it as for that last moment of reality the being took stock of its life and the way it was ending. Still staring into its eyes Thomas watched as that spark in all creatures faded, the purple turned black and blood drip from its lips. The alien was dead fallen to the floor, and not star fleet nor any training had killed it. Thomas Riker killed the alien.
He stood there for a moment arm extended, weapon still pointing into space. There were reasons troops were trained to not think to know action as a reflex, humans are not killers by nature, the human can not kill. Only this time it was Thomas and not his training or reflex, his mind shut off no thoughts or ideas craned in. it was self defense, a million species across the galaxy would not think less of him for it, but this thought never came in, nothing. He fell to his knees at the foot of the nameless alien and wept, the empty corridor with klaxons still blazing his only company.
Thomas stood and holstered the weapon. "Lets go."
Q moved to the back of the shuttle and Thomas palmed a set of controls, the floor split and a hole into the belly of the enterprise lay open. He had never told anyone what happened during that battle, he would have earned a medal a commendation, maybe even have made lieutenant commander by the end of the voyage, yet the only witnesses were unable to speak. He jumped in through the hole, into the unknown.
Next chapter Shattered Mirrors.