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?
24Star Trek Continuity: CT-895-XCOsiris Controlled
Osiris smirked as she glanced over the first of her new warships.
It wasn't much, but it was this universes technology and that she desired for herself. Even if she had been forced to kill all the senior officers in order to capture the vessel, she knew English and could figure out what it meant when the last senior officers were crowded around a single bridge station.
They had died, the shockwave from her hand device shattering a power relay behind their console, incinerating their bodies.
That, as it turned out, was a real pity. Incinerated, they could not be revived by the sarcophagus and the few remaining crew had no idea why they were at her world anyway, nor did they have the rank to access the important information she so desperately needed if she was to make this universe her own.
Still, this ' Hermes' had given her several federations to serve her needs and already her scientists were frantically searching the ship for a bigger and better find, the best new technological marvel to turn to her own ends. Their families were after all at risk if they displeased their God.
And she still had basic access to the computer, the information they made available to even their lowliest of servants telling her much, already she had herself figured out several ways to improve her own ships just from the basic schematics the computer let anyone see.
A few more finds like this, and claiming this universe could be easier than she thought.
Discontinuity: Edonia Nebula: Tau'ri Controlled.Picard face was solemn as he walked into Commander Ewing's office on the Indefatigable.
"We have a possible lead on the location of Osiris"
Ewing dropped his PDA to the desk with a worried frown, "go on"
"The Hermes was taking a shortcut back to Earth for decommissioning; skirting the borders of explored territory when they received what appeared to be a primitive subspace communication from a world in unexplored territory. The signal was a distress call and it specifically mentioned 'Gods' and 'pyramids'"
"Shit!" Ewing cursed, rising from his seat explosively.
"She never responded to orders from fleet to hold position and await heavy reinforcements and hasn't been heard from since"
Ewing frowned, his hands running swiftly through his hair, "what are they chances Osiris captured her?"
Picard frowned, "Starfleet considers it a real possibility, Hermes was Antares class and very old, chances are she would not have even withstood attack from an Al-kesh, let alone a Ha'tak. If they called in the big guns, Hermes would have been totally outclassed"
"Well" Ewing commented, "we'll just have to move the schedule up wont we?"
Picard nodded grimly, "Indeed Commander"
"I'll go round up a volunteer crew; I think I'm going to need to borrow an engineering team to get the repairs done in time"
Picard nodded, hand already reaching for his comm. badge, "I'll get LaForge on it straight away"
Discontinuity: RSS ThundersdawnPeters growled as she stepped over another scattered pile of assorted debris, supposedly heading for Edonia.
Not at this rate, Christ the amount of stuff now listed as MIA on the equipment lists…
Too much of a hurry to get everything out to Edonia, some was getting misplaced, lost, sent on the wrong transport, the organisation for this Op was showing some big cracks and they were just starting to get wider and wider…
Add to that, she had General Hammond and Stingray taking on supplies ready for launch, builders yard equipment flowing off the two new ships, a new hull, a Dauntless II starting in bay six with all the supplies heading there and to top it off Sir Lancelot , the newest Merchant was having her keel plate laid in seven and a fire had just been doused aboard Devonshire in three.
It was, Peters had to admit a logistical nightmare.
And she had just lost her Exec.
That was a real bitch, unconventional Dodge might have been he was a damn good organiser and hse could have used his help now.
But she would not begrudge the man Stingray, he deserved it, even if the original crew of the Diesel Submarine Stingray had mostly gone on to bigger and better things.
Or, Peters thought cynically, hanging around that maniac of an MTB captain, Xander Harris.
It was like magnetism, like poles attract like poles on a magnet and maniac captains attract maniac crews.
"Oh God" Peters cursed; now she really didn't want to find the time to look over the personnel jackets for Stingrays new crew, she was afraid of what she might find.
Well, she grimaced, continuing her walk along the messy corridors, so long as none of them have Welcome Aboard tattooed on their 'equipment…'
"Damn… I need to get this mess sorted out" she commented as she came across another obvious safety issue, large armour plates segments destined for Edonia stacked up against a cupboard marked with the yellow/red/blue hash of emergency breathing apparatus.
Angrily, she strode over to a communications station on the wall and slapped it on, "Peters to Command, take Gamma shift out of rotation and have them perform a COMPLETE cleanup and safety inspection of the station, I've got armour plates blocking a bloody air hole here and I am not happy"
Grunting as the acknowledgement came through, Peters turned and straight away stubbed her toes on one of the armour plates, "fuck fuck damn and bloody blast" she swore, as she limped off down the corridor to her office.