A note from the author, T'Son,
This isn't my best work by any means, but it is my start in Star Trek Fan Fiction, I look forward to posting more, please read and review with CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. If you want to flame me, e-mail me, but please don't ruin it for others. Thank you!
"The Big Bang, Part I"
Admiral's Log, Stardate 45322.4, my flagship the Plato and her task force, the third fleet, have been assigned to guard a newly discovered wormhole. This wormhole is located in the backwaters of Federation space; however, we are prepared for the worst. The wormhole appears to be stable; however, we have lost contact with all probes, presumably out of communications range. I have dispatched the USS. Paris, a Venture class scout ship to investigate the wormhole. In the meantime, the third fleet will be gaurding the wormhole until the completion of a new Starbase in construction, Starbase 501.
"Sir," T'Riel said in her usual Vulcan tone, "The Paris is ready to enter the wormhole. Vice Admiral Jefferson smiled as he fingered at his new rank pip signifying his promotion from Rear to Vice Admiral...3 solid gold pips surrounded by a golden bracket now.
"Watch their progress commander." The admiral ordered as he sat back in the center chair.
"Aye admiral." T'Riel responded. The Paris entered the wormhole and a long silence followed. "Fascinating," T'Riel began breaking the silence with a raised eyebrow, "Anti-Proton emissions have increased drastically around the accretion disk of the wormhole." Jefferson frowned.
"Is it anything dangerous commander?" the Admiral inquired seriously as he grabbed the forward section of his chair.
"Unlikely sir," T'Riel responded as she watched her monitor, "However, it could be a problem if it were to react with a neutrino beam."
Vice Admiral Jefferson relaxed in his chair, "I don't think we're going to have to worry about tha..."
"SIR!" An alarmed Ensign Robbins interrupted, "I've lost helm control!" Jefferson stood up and turned to face the tactical officer.
"Yellow alert!" Jefferson bellowed as the alarm indicating yellow alert sounded throughout the ship.
"Sir," T'Riel interrupted, "I am detecting...a reaction inside the wormhole, and it's going to blow sir." Admiral Jefferson turned quickly to the viewscreen.
"Send out an urgent message to all ships who are able..." Jefferson sighed, "tell them to get out of here...now!"
"Aye sir!" Lt. Grener reported.
"Ensign," Jefferson said as he looked towards his helmsman, "Try manual overrides!"
"I'm trying to sir!" The young ensign said frantically.
"Sir," T'Riel interrupted, "The wormhole is going to..." the bridge shook as the people aboard the Plato were being tossed around like rag dolls. The shaking finally subsided and all the bridge crew who were able stood up. Jefferson tapped his combadge and heard a shrill beep. The internal communications network was down.
"Alex," He said turning to his first officer, "Damage report?"
"I'm sorry sir," Commander Alexandria said, "The computer is offline." Jefferson sighed.
"I'll take the Jeffries' tubes down to engineering..." Jefferson paused, "I can't imagine why our fleet couldn't offer some assistance."
"Aye sir!" Alexandria responded as she took the center chair and Jefferson crawled down the Jeffries' tube. After climbing down for a short time, Jefferson ran into something that had blocked access to junction 10-5, the area that would give him access to a ladder that would take him down to deck 36. He had no choice but to cut across deck 10 to the secondary junction. Jefferson pushed himself out of the tube and came out on the deck. He heard startled voices around the area of the Ten Forward lounge and he headed towards there to find out what was wrong. Everyone was looking out the windows, mouths agape as an officer read out some letters. The crew saw the admiral and gave the appropriate gestures. Jefferson looked out and saw five ships that he recognized as the USS. Hiem, Nebula class, the USS. Honshu, Akira Class, the USS. Dalton, Olympic class, the USS. Hornet, Defiant Class, and the USS. Paris, the Venture class sent out to observe the wormhole. The Paris was blinking its running lights in Morse code... that must have been why the officer was reading off letters.
"What is it?" The Admiral inquired of the young officer.
"Sir!" He said in shock, "According to the Paris, we're in the mirror universe of an alternate timeline!"
"A mirror universe on an alternate timeline?" Jefferson thought to himself, "this can't be good."
TO BE CONTINUED...
