Title: To Conquer A Galaxy
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 2: The Admiralty Speaks
Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate SG-1 nor Star Trek of any series. I am
doing this for fun only.
Location: Starfleet Command-Briefing Room Date: January 3, 2380 0630 hours
"You have all been gathered here for a reason," said Admiral Paris, the old man's voice carrying easily throughout the room," but before any of you ask a question as to why, you will be shown. The following footage was taken by a cloaked Klingon Vor'cha cruiser on the border of the Romulan Star Empire and the Beta Quadrant."
The wall screen came to life. Seven of the Tal'Shiar's Shadow-class ships were in view, their long necks and narrow wings easily identifiable. Surrounding the Shadows were two dozen Shrike-class scout/destroyers, their stubby forms almost similar to a Saber, almost. What was most interesting, however, was the ship they surrounded, a pyramid-like craft covered in glyphs.
Without warning the Shrike and Shadow vessels fired, their plasma torpedoes and disruptors playing across the shields, causing them to glow green, and then a pale yellow as they weakened beneath the bombardment. Then in the blink of an eye, dozens of energy spears shot forward from the pyramid, melting the Shrikes in under a second to unrecognizable blobs.
The Shadows began to move away, one of them cloaking. Lance after lance burrowed into the remaining six, huge portions of the hulls either being blown off or melted. Bodies left through the hull breaches, and the pyramid like vessel moved into orbit of the planet nearby. Endless streams of energy lances leapt from the pyramid and down to the surface, and within several silent minutes, the planet was rendered uninhabitable.
Paris spoke again, now that the footage was over," That ship was similar to the one encountered by the USS Enterprise over two hundred years ago. It seems to be a smaller variant, but it managed to render a planet lifeless, and defeat what we believe to be the entire Tal'Shiar fleet.
"You have all been brought here for a reason. We cannot pass the Neutral Zone without Romulan permission, and we must assume they would die before giving it. Thus I ask all of you what the President has asked me, what can we do to prepare for an invasion?"
"Arm our ships with the transphasic torpedoes and expanding ablative armor," said Admiral Ross with dogged determination in his eyes.
"Admiral," blinked Picard in shock," That is a blatant violation of the Temporal Prime Directive!"
"Captain," interrupted Admiral Janeway," If I learned one thing from my future self, it's that sometimes we must break the rules in order to survive. The Federation is still recovering from the Dominion War and a number of crises like the Genesis Wave...we may have no other choice."
"Indeed," said Ross quickly," our resources have been stretched too thin. We're rebuilding the fleet as quickly as possible, but it may not be fast enough. If we retrofit our current ships also, it could give us the edge we need to survive the coming months."
"If I may interject," came a somewhat timid voice from the far end of the table.
"Go ahead Captain," said Paris," I want to know how everyone in this room stands."
"I was just wondering," said the timid Captain," If we have heard anything from the Enchwa about this threat?"
"Unfortunately the Enchwa know nothing of it either. They have dispatched a task force to investigate," replied Paris crisply, not liking to discuss the powerful and enigmatic race the Federation had made contact with only a year before.
"Will we be dispatching our own investigation," asked the timid Captain, emboldened somewhat by the response he had received.
"Yes," said Paris," I propose two votes. The first will be the installation of transphasic torpedoes and ablative armor on all Starfleet vessels. The second will be whether Captain Smith should be appointed to lead the expedition to investigate these pyramid-like craft."
There was a series of nods around the room, except for the carte blanch face of Captain Smith. The first vote came up, only one opposition against the arming of Starfleet craft with the future technologies, undoubtedly Picard. The second vote came up unanimous...Captain Smith would lead the Starfleet investigation of the Romulan's secret war.
"Captain Smith congratulations," said Paris, with the rest of the brass bobbing their heads in agreement," I suppose that I'll brief you on the ship you'll be using while everyone is here; it will save us all time.
"You will be given command of the USS Daemonicus, an Achilles-class Strike Cruiser. This one has several modifications already, as I took the liberty of preparing it in advance. It has a mass of eight hundred and fifty thousand tons, a crew of five hundred and thirty five, sixteen type twelve phaser strips, eight type fourteen pulse phaser emitters, four type fifteen phaser cannons, one forward firing and one rear firing transphasic torpedo launcher, three forward firing quantum torpedo launchers, over one thousand micro-quantum torpedoes aboard, high capacity regenerative shielding supplied by four extra generators, the expanding ablative armor, an eighteen centimeter thick duranium/titanium blend hull, one standard Cochrane warp drive, one experimental transwarp drive, a standard sensor suite, and a cloaking device. It is six hundred and twelve meters long, the beam is one hundred and ninety three meters, has a height of one hundred and fourteen meters, and is twelve decks total. The shuttle bay holds two type-ten shuttles, two type-eleven shuttles, one Danube-class runabout, and one dozen of our Valkyrie-class fighter craft...all of which have been modified with ablative armor and transphasic micro-torpedoes."
"Sir, that sounds more like a warship than a scientific vessel," said Captain Smith, his shock outweighing his fear of speaking in front of Admiralty.
"It is," replied Paris with a stern glare," I'd been developing it for the next major crisis. This is that crisis. I want you to select your crew and be ready to ship out by 0400 in one week..."
Location: Starfleet Command-Briefing Room Date: January 3, 2380 0630 hours
"You have all been gathered here for a reason," said Admiral Paris, the old man's voice carrying easily throughout the room," but before any of you ask a question as to why, you will be shown. The following footage was taken by a cloaked Klingon Vor'cha cruiser on the border of the Romulan Star Empire and the Beta Quadrant."
The wall screen came to life. Seven of the Tal'Shiar's Shadow-class ships were in view, their long necks and narrow wings easily identifiable. Surrounding the Shadows were two dozen Shrike-class scout/destroyers, their stubby forms almost similar to a Saber, almost. What was most interesting, however, was the ship they surrounded, a pyramid-like craft covered in glyphs.
Without warning the Shrike and Shadow vessels fired, their plasma torpedoes and disruptors playing across the shields, causing them to glow green, and then a pale yellow as they weakened beneath the bombardment. Then in the blink of an eye, dozens of energy spears shot forward from the pyramid, melting the Shrikes in under a second to unrecognizable blobs.
The Shadows began to move away, one of them cloaking. Lance after lance burrowed into the remaining six, huge portions of the hulls either being blown off or melted. Bodies left through the hull breaches, and the pyramid like vessel moved into orbit of the planet nearby. Endless streams of energy lances leapt from the pyramid and down to the surface, and within several silent minutes, the planet was rendered uninhabitable.
Paris spoke again, now that the footage was over," That ship was similar to the one encountered by the USS Enterprise over two hundred years ago. It seems to be a smaller variant, but it managed to render a planet lifeless, and defeat what we believe to be the entire Tal'Shiar fleet.
"You have all been brought here for a reason. We cannot pass the Neutral Zone without Romulan permission, and we must assume they would die before giving it. Thus I ask all of you what the President has asked me, what can we do to prepare for an invasion?"
"Arm our ships with the transphasic torpedoes and expanding ablative armor," said Admiral Ross with dogged determination in his eyes.
"Admiral," blinked Picard in shock," That is a blatant violation of the Temporal Prime Directive!"
"Captain," interrupted Admiral Janeway," If I learned one thing from my future self, it's that sometimes we must break the rules in order to survive. The Federation is still recovering from the Dominion War and a number of crises like the Genesis Wave...we may have no other choice."
"Indeed," said Ross quickly," our resources have been stretched too thin. We're rebuilding the fleet as quickly as possible, but it may not be fast enough. If we retrofit our current ships also, it could give us the edge we need to survive the coming months."
"If I may interject," came a somewhat timid voice from the far end of the table.
"Go ahead Captain," said Paris," I want to know how everyone in this room stands."
"I was just wondering," said the timid Captain," If we have heard anything from the Enchwa about this threat?"
"Unfortunately the Enchwa know nothing of it either. They have dispatched a task force to investigate," replied Paris crisply, not liking to discuss the powerful and enigmatic race the Federation had made contact with only a year before.
"Will we be dispatching our own investigation," asked the timid Captain, emboldened somewhat by the response he had received.
"Yes," said Paris," I propose two votes. The first will be the installation of transphasic torpedoes and ablative armor on all Starfleet vessels. The second will be whether Captain Smith should be appointed to lead the expedition to investigate these pyramid-like craft."
There was a series of nods around the room, except for the carte blanch face of Captain Smith. The first vote came up, only one opposition against the arming of Starfleet craft with the future technologies, undoubtedly Picard. The second vote came up unanimous...Captain Smith would lead the Starfleet investigation of the Romulan's secret war.
"Captain Smith congratulations," said Paris, with the rest of the brass bobbing their heads in agreement," I suppose that I'll brief you on the ship you'll be using while everyone is here; it will save us all time.
"You will be given command of the USS Daemonicus, an Achilles-class Strike Cruiser. This one has several modifications already, as I took the liberty of preparing it in advance. It has a mass of eight hundred and fifty thousand tons, a crew of five hundred and thirty five, sixteen type twelve phaser strips, eight type fourteen pulse phaser emitters, four type fifteen phaser cannons, one forward firing and one rear firing transphasic torpedo launcher, three forward firing quantum torpedo launchers, over one thousand micro-quantum torpedoes aboard, high capacity regenerative shielding supplied by four extra generators, the expanding ablative armor, an eighteen centimeter thick duranium/titanium blend hull, one standard Cochrane warp drive, one experimental transwarp drive, a standard sensor suite, and a cloaking device. It is six hundred and twelve meters long, the beam is one hundred and ninety three meters, has a height of one hundred and fourteen meters, and is twelve decks total. The shuttle bay holds two type-ten shuttles, two type-eleven shuttles, one Danube-class runabout, and one dozen of our Valkyrie-class fighter craft...all of which have been modified with ablative armor and transphasic micro-torpedoes."
"Sir, that sounds more like a warship than a scientific vessel," said Captain Smith, his shock outweighing his fear of speaking in front of Admiralty.
"It is," replied Paris with a stern glare," I'd been developing it for the next major crisis. This is that crisis. I want you to select your crew and be ready to ship out by 0400 in one week..."