Chapter Tweleve
The USS Prometheus rocketed through space, at maximum warp.
"Brace for impact!" Tom's tactical officer said, as he held on to his panel. The Prometheus rocked violently to its side, as everyone held on. "Minimum damage to the aft shield generator." Toms tactical officer said, after consulting the readouts.
"That ship, I believe the gas, the entity is occupying it. I think somehow, Tracy is the driving intelligence behind it." Janeway said to Tom, as she gripped the railing behind the captain chair. The Prometheus rocked again.
"That ship is in perfect condition, didn't you say it was nearly destroyed?" Tom Paris said, as he gripped his arm rest.
"It was, but the gas came on board and somehow repaired it! Remember how the gas destroyed sickbay on our Voyager, and the transporter room? It repaired sickbay but not the transporter room, because we killed part of it."
"Incoming!" The tactical officer yelled again, as a torpedo struck the shields. "Shields down to fifty-six percent, Sir."
"Reroute power to the shields and engines." Tom replied. "So, if that gas is inhabiting that ship, how do we destroy it?"
"Well, Harry's plan is the best one so far." Janeway said, as she looked at the main viewscreen. The stars were streaking by incredibly fast, along with their closing pursuer, Voyager A. Tom thought for a moment, then agreed.
"Alright, try to get a lock on the Doctor's poly-deutronicmobile emitter one more time." He said to his ops officer.
"Sorry sir, I'm still not getting anything. Our scans cannot penetrate the shields, or the scattering beam."
"Well, lets see if we can change that. Quantum torpedos, full spread. Target their foreword shield generators and the deflector dish. Fire when ready." Tom said, as he stood up.
"Firing." His tactical officer said, as he pressed a button. Four blue glowing balls darted out of the Prometheus torpedo bay, colliding with Voyagers shields. "Direct hit, no damage."
"None?" Tom said with disbelief. Voyager fired back, striking the Prometheus in the rear. Sparks flew from the helm panel, showering the helm officer.
"Rear shield generator just went out!" The officer at tactical said quickly. "Attempting to compensate." Tom knew they were loosing this battle rapidly, and they needed to turn the tables.
"Paris to Engineering."
"Engine room here, Sir."
"Prepare for the kelinesium radiation sequence."
"Acknowledged."
"Paris out. Computer, prepare for multi vector assault mode."
-Blue alert initiated. Decoupling sequence standing by. Came the reply from the ships computer. Janeway looked around, as the lighting turned blue. It reminded her of Voyagers blue alert landing mode.
"Computer, multi vector assault mode." Tom said, as he sat down. "You might want to hold on, Admiral."
-Initiating decoupling sequence. Auto separation in ten seconds." Janeway tightened her grip on the rail, as the computer counted down from ten.
-Separation sequence in progress. The computer announced, as Janeway felt the ship separate.
"Attack pattern Paris-delta." Tom said, as he stood up facing the view screen.
-Pattern confirmed. The computer replied, as all of the Prometheus segments arranged into a triangular position around Voyager-A.
"Deploy armor on all segments." Tom said.
-Acknowledged. The computer replied.
"Paris to engineering, begin the kelinesium burst sequence as soon as the ships segments are in position."
"Yes sir, beginning the sequence now." The comm replied.
"Shields to full." Tom said quickly. Janeway stood there staring at the spectacular sight on the viewscreen. A blue streak of radiation started to form in the triangular space between the Prometheus ship segments, striking Voyagers shields.
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"Re-route life support energy to the shield grid!" The chief engineer on the lower deck of Voyager-A screamed to anyone listening. Sparks flew from a ceiling light fixture, sending a shower of light particles raining down on the bottom deck of engineering. The Doctor was thrown out of his seat when the ship rocked, sending him sprawling onto the floor. He stood up, and saw the light within the warp cores dim momentarily. He frowned, and quickly decided to leave the room. Grabbing the phaser he had been playing with all this time, he started his way to the door. Suddenly, the room rocked violently, pulling the Doctors feet right out from under him. He fell onto the floor, dropping his phaser. When he stood up, the room was dead silent. Every engineer was gone, all the computer displays were blown out, and the warp core cases were shattered. Only emergency lights were functioning, and then the Doctor realized something. This room was what the ship really looked like before the holographic engineers went offline- when they were battling the gas. The gas must have put the ship back together as an illusion, so it could function. The Doctor grabbed his phaser from the floor, and started to the door. Suddenly, a column of green mist appeared between the Doctor and the exit door. Brian Tracy materialized from within the green mist.
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"Voyager-A is dropping out of warp… oh my God…" Toms tactical officer started, then trailed off.
"Keep on them, wait… what's happening to them?" Tom said, as he walked closer to the view screen. Janeway stood up from sitting in the Captains chair, and joined Tom.
"It looks like the gas is loosing integrity… the ship seems to be falling apart, maybe the kelinesium is working!" Janeway said as she looked at the deteriorating ship through the view screen.
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"Tell her to stop!" Brian Tracy yelled as he stepped toward the Doctor. The green gas hovered around his feet as he walked, and he seemed to be weakening.
"Who are you?" The Doctor said, pointing his phaser towards Tracy.
"I am a Scrouun, and my job was to play this galaxy… your race was the first I encountered... back when I encountered your ship in your Delta Quadrant, I found you most challenging. So, I followed your vessel back here and assumed human form." The Doctor nearly choked.
"Your job was to 'play this galaxy?' The Doctor said in disbelief. Tracy sighed, and instantly lost his angry appeal. He threw his hands up in the air, and the ship quit shaking. He sat down, on a chair that appeared while he was sitting.
"Have a seat, Doctor. I should have done this a long time ago… lets talk."
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The Prometheus dropped to impulse, and reintegrated back into one ship. Everyone on the bridge stood silent, staring at the sight on the main viewscreen. They were staring at a charred ship, completely destroyed. The hull was basically intact, although scorch marks were plentiful. Voyager A drifted in space, completely lifeless.
A tear formed in Janeways eye, as she thought of all the people who had died on that ship… as well as her dear friend the Doctor. Tom glanced over at her, and put his hand on her shoulder.
"We did all we could to get him out…" he said, not really knowing what elese to say.
"Sir, I am picking up an emergency comm badge distress call." Toms tactical officer suddenly said. Janeway shot her head up, hope in her face.
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One month later
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Admiral Janeway looked across her desk at Starfleet Command, to the warm face of the Doctor who was seated facing her.
"It was remarkable, Kathryn. Tracy actually seemed sorry for what he had done…" The Doctor said.
"So it was him that we had discovered back in the Delta Quadrant?"
"Sure was… his commanding officers had sent him to find a suitable species to play, to act hostile with, to watch their reactions. In the end, he was instructed to destroy them completely. He latched on to us because he found us 'challenging.'"
"Absolutely amazing. A race that does that for their own amusement. What made him stop?"
"We did, we almost destroyed him with our kelinesium radiation. He told me that an opponent had never come close to destroying any of their kind… but when we posed a threat, he decided to withdrawal."
"Too bad it didn't happen sooner, he took the lives of the crew of Tuvok and Kims ships, not to mention Voyager A's crew. Hell, he destroyed all three of the ships too. We are lucky Tom didn't loose any people, or a ship."
"And we are lucky you and I are still alive." The Doctor added.
-Incoming communication from Spacedock. The computer announced, breaking up their conversation.
Janeway held her finger up to the Doctor, then pressed a button on the small viewscreen.
"Janeway." She said, when the screen activated. Harry Kims face flashed up on the screen.
"Admiral, could you spare a few minutes to come up here?" She noticed his uneasy face.
"Whats going on, Harry?"
"Admiral… a few minutes after the Vision, Terra Nova, and Voyager A were towed into Spacedock, we got hails from the ships... It was their crews, requesting to be beamed back to Spacedock." Janeway furrowed her brows and looked up at the Doctor.
"What?" She asked in disbelief. The Doctor got up from his seat, and walked behind Janeway so he could see the viewscreen.
"Yeah, and what's weirder than that is when they all beamed over all three ships were suddenly repaired. Everyone up here is baffled. Every crewmember that died from the incident with Tracy, are all accounted for… alive."
"The Doctor and I will be up there shortly, thanks Harry. Janeway out." She said to the moniter, then cut the transmission. "Well Doctor, it looks like Tracy had a little more heart that we were led to believe."
"It would seem so…"
"Im just glad this is over. Lets get up there and welcome everyone home." Janeway said as she stood up, and patted the Doctor on the back.
The End.
Thank goodness I finished it. I don't know… was kinda rushed but whatever. I think it was a suitable ending. It is probably scattered with errors, but I wasent aiming for perfection (ha, no pun intended) , I was simply trying to finish it.
Reviews please?