By Chaoseternus
Heres a joke for you, two ships, the Enterprise NCC 1701-E and the Dauntless class Indefatigable both investigate an unusual gate, which one ends up in the wrong universe?
4Discontinuity: RSS IndefatigableEwing cursed, fluently and colourfully as the two Dauntless MKI Heavy Destroyers fled the Edonia nebula, not even slowing long enough to run a full scan.
They didn't need to.
The area was swarming with Goa'uld warships, Ha'taks, motherships of the Cheops and Ral'tec classes, Al-kesh and flickering, momentary glances of something else.
The only thing that had saved Indefatigable sailing into the maelstrom from shear shock at the volume of forces arrayed was Interrogator eclipsing their view as it frantically turned, cutting across in front of them, not even awaiting orders to retreat.
Their helmsman had just decided to leg it.
Ewing couldn't help but call it a smart move.
Anubis knew of the facility, not only that but he knew how valuable it was.
The situation had just gone to hell, and frankly Ewing doubted it would be possible to dislodge Anubis, he had diverted too many ships for even the full force of the alliance to defeat. That had to be costing him elsewhere in ships, Jaffa and planets.
But he obviously felt this device was worth the risk.
Ewing knew they would have to do something about this, but he found himself unable to think of a single strategy that could work.
They needed a new ace in the hole.
Discontinuity: Cheops Class Mothership Bane Of Anubis, Maktenos Controlled Space.Maktenos shuddered as the latest report from spies he had placed within Anubis's forces came through.
Anubis had moved half, a full half of his forces to a new project somewhere within the Edonia Nebula, just weeks after he dispatched motherships to assist some unidentified allies.
Maktenos had to admit it, he was scared, scared that Anubis who was technologically superior had discovered something so important, he has devoted a full half of his fleet to its defence, scared Anubis had Allies, potentially destroying his numerical superiority, scared of defeat, of what it would mean.
He knew most Goa'uld never were, they were just too arrogant to be scared, believing to the end that they were Gods, that they were divine.
He on the other hand knew fear, he might project an arrogant appearance but it was just a mask. He knew he wasn't a God, he knew he wasn't divine, he just wanted power, control.
That was something his sister had never understood. Sister, that was the word Pierces memories identified with a female sibling. She never knew that, that they were sole survivors of the same brood, that they had been spawned by the same Queen on the same day, that they were blood kin.
She had believed at first they were gods, and he saw no advantage in correcting her, then something had changed and suddenly she didn't anymore, and he had never found out why.
Then she had turned shol'va, turning her back on the system lords, on him, joining the Tau'ri against him and Anubis.
That he, who prided himself on predicting and controlling his sister had not forseen. It was, to put it mildly, a bit of a shock.
Maktenos winched as pain knifed through his form, a reminder of his defeat at the hands of the Tau'ri and his sister. The sarcophagus may be exceptional at repairing human and goa'uld forms but still he could never fully repair a severed form.
It had left him weakened, permanently, something Pierce had quickly figured out, and used. Now he had to fight Pierce, Anubis and his personal demons.
His fear most of all.
He could not allow himself to reveal his fear, fear of being alone again, fear of being controlled again, fear of being weak again.
He must be strong, he must not show weakness, he must be powerful.
Then maybe he could feel safe again.
Star Trek Continuity: USS Valiant NCC-74210-ACaptain Cohen nodded grimly as she heard the report from the Crazy Horse NCC-50446 as that ship crossed the boundary into the Edonia nebula, no contact.
No Enterprise.
No sign of a battle, of the flagships destruction but that was to be expected, the log-buoy had clearly shown that an artefact was at fault.
That was why Crazy Horse was charging into the nebula after their comrades and not Valiant. Old though she may be, Crazy Horse was more of a science ship than this over grown fighter, Cohen patted the console affectionately, could ever be.
The Valiant was a warship, Crazy Horse was refitted into a science ship and few better ships could be found for the investigation of the artefact than Crazy, Valiant was just there to cover their 'six'.
"…now picking up the artefact on sensors. This is interesting, it looks like the final sensor log from Enterprise wasn't corrupted after all, I'm picking up signs that a wormhole was active here recently…"
Captain Rameirez looked up at through the screen with an excited, enthuastic smile, "This is big, if this device can generate a…"
" Sir! "
Cohen shot upwards as through the viewscreen the blaring of the red alarm could be heard, lights flashing on the bridge around her friend.
The screen abruptly flashed off, two seconds later alarms sounded across Valiants Bridge as the computer brought the ship to red alert.
"Captain, senors just picked up an anti-proton flushback at Crazy Horses co-ordinates, signature indicates a federation warp core.
The colour drained from Cohen's face, anti-proton flushback.
It didn't happen in nature, ever.
It only occurred when a starships warp core went critical and breeched.
Crazy Horse had been destroyed, in an instant, cause unknown.
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, "shoot our logs off to headquarters and to all nearby starships, add a request to headquarters for reinforcements"
"Captain…." The hesitant voice of her green Science Officer sounded across the bridge, making Cohen turn to flash a reassuring smile at the Andorian Ensign, "Sensor efficiency has been dropped by the anti-protons but… but just as we lost comms with Crazy Horse, a pyramid shaped vessel registered on the sensors, just long enough to fire"
Discontinuity: Ravenbright Station, Alpha CentauriO'Neill couldn't help the amused smile that flickered across his face as he watched the Enterprise through the windows of his stateroom as the majestic vessel maintained its orbit over his station.
It was a sight he never thought he would see, if he had been told, well he would have had Frasier check for illegal substances.
But he saw, and he couldn't help but wonder if Star Trek was real, what was imagination really, was it the ability to create a new world in your mind, or the ability to see across dimensions, to get a glimpse of something that already exists?
He shrugged the thought off.
He was a soldier, philosophy wasn't really his thing.
Let others deal with that, while he tried to figure out what to do with Enterprise.
He had three operational docks that could take Enterprise, the old Ha'tak bays while Thundersdawn had none large enough. Enterprise would have to be repaired here, but slips one and two were rigged for Ha'taks and were occupied whilst slip three was rigging for the priority rebuild of Galactica.
The Ha'taks were structurally sound and airtight, he could have one removed from dock and the repair completed in orbit, but that would slow the rebuild dramatically.
And the bay would still need to be refitted for Enterprise to use, unlike the federation, they hadn't yet figured universal dry-dock design out.
And repairs that extensive couldn't be carried out outside the protection of a dock.
O'Neill signed, wishing for the simpler days as part of Stargate Commands Premier team, SG-1 when all he had to worry about was the goa'uld and the NID, both snakes of one kind or another.
Recently, he had found himself sympathising with Hammond far too much, to have all that to do and then have to deal with the fall out of SG-1's missions? It was a wonder he had lasted so long, he doubted he could have handled it as well.
O'Neill shrugged the thought off; it was all a moot point anyway.
They had yet to complete negotiations with Picard for the use of the slips and until then, it didn't really matter.