STAR WARS-to-STAR TREK
"THE IMPOSSIBLE POWER"
By: Dan Bivens
Chapter Seven/Conclusion
CAPTAIN'S LOG, STARDATE: 7417.6. Having gone back to the bridge and ordered our return to the area predicted via computers wherein we'd find Darth Nihilus' vast vessel, the ENTERPRISE was preparing to attack. To protect Federation planets and peoples…and to avenge a very dear friend currently lying in a comatose state in sickbay. Duty and retribution…a lethal blend.
"Report!" demanded the commander of the USS ENTERPRISE, tensely seated in the Captain's chair with hands subconsciously flexing into fists while his eyes were trained on the forward viewscreen like lasers that were as intense as Kirk's emotional determination.
And in a rapid fire fashion, from such as Sulu, Chekov, DeFalco, and Uhura…
"Holding at Warp 8-point-4, Captain!"
"All veapons ready, Keptin! Shields at full strength!"
"Following FTL trail of the alien vessel, sir!"
"Starships EXCALIBUR, LEXINGTON, and POTEMPKIN confirm their approach, Captain! ETA…five minutes!"
"Thank you, Uhura," said Captain James T. Kirk as such new knowledge brought a brief smile to his otherwise hardened expression, still staring at the viewscreen's illusory display of stretched stars speeding past as his starship manipulated Space-Time via a pressed-to-upper limits Warp field. "Let's destroy this monster…and secure the safety of our Federation worlds."
Meanwhile, currently entering high orbit about one such Federation world called Daafalus Four…
"And now," mused the masked Master of the Dark Side, Darth Nihilus while looking at the Class-M planet looming before his empty-of-personnel capital ship from a galaxy far in precise Space and further still in truer Time. "Now I shall lay waste to the surface of this trivial world…which my mastery of the Dark Side of The Force tells me its unimportant populace of billions quivers in utter terror…before physically descending to absorb all Life as only I can. Ha, hahahaha, haaaaa!"
But before the first super-destructive salvo of photon torpedoes and blistering blasts of lasers, many times more powerful than anything currently in use via Starfleet ships, could be launched…
"There…is a disturbance in The Force," said Darth Nihilus in sincere shock since such seemed impossible of all he had detected via his infinite affinity for The Force. Most especially, of course, its Dark Side. "But…this isn't possible. Who…?"
The seemingly unlikely source of such still lay in the sickbay of a speeding-through-Space-Time, at the relativistic velocity equivalency of some 592.7 times the speed-of-light, starship known throughout the ever-growing United Federation of Planets as: USS ENTERPRISE.
Commander Spock, though completely unresponsive to treatments attempted by Dr. McCoy and Dr. Chapel, had done something he had not since his distant psychic contact with V'Ger while on Vulcan during his training in the Kolinahr.
He mind melded with memories within the Lord of Hunger, Dark Lord of the Sith, possibly the only surviving member of, many millions of light-years away, a spiral galaxy that had held super-civilizations long before Life staggered into existence on Vulcan and Earth.
Memories forming an actual living link with long dead individuals figuring prominently in Nihilus' past. Especially so in association with his seeming demise at the hands of…the Jedi Exile.
"No…," muttered the psychically staggered Darth Nihilus, as all else seemed to suddenly stop. Save for his linked-via-distant mind meld memories of the star-spanning circumstances leading up to his apparently temporary expiration.
Darth Nihilus was part of something called the Sith Triumvirate, along with Dark Lords Darth Sion and Darth Traya, formerly a Jedi Master named Kreia. Darth Traya remained more or less hidden neath the hood of her ritualistic robes. While Darth Sion shamelessly displayed his charred, ruined form to strike fear in untold trillions. His hatred merging with his mastery of the Dark Side in order to hold Death at arm's length longer than normal for most.
But the mysterious female called the Jedi Exile would ultimately help bring about the obliteration of the Sith Triumvirate…
The Battle of Malachor V was the culmination of the Mandalorian Wars that, in and of itself, had ended two decades of relative order and peace in the Republic. It was shortly following such a shattering battle…from 3,960 BBY to 3,951 BBY, nine years of Sith versus Jedi death and destruction!…that the Jedi Exile had bested Darth Nihilus. At the lost to Time Battle of Telos IV.
Even as the evocation of mind meld dredged recollections filled Nihilus' vile and evil intellect, making real once more his last moments of physical, but not metaphysical, subsistence…
…and as four mighty starships sped through Space-Time in to simultaneously strike and, so it was deeply desired, destroy the vaster vessel from far, far away…
Spock, still trapped in a sophistical catalepsy that, thus far, defied the efforts of two physicians with unspoken personal reasons for wishing to save the Vulcan-Human hybrid, was actually "living" that unimaginable long gone age of Sith Lords versus the Jedi Order.
So much so that he had actually made mind-across-Time contact with none-other-than…
"Who are you?" the Jedi Exile asked just prior to pitting her power against such as the vile Lord of Hunger himself. "Are you a…an ancient apparition of a Jedi Master?"
"No," stoically answered the essence of Spock, looking exactly like his true present-day, on Stardate: 7417.6, Self, save for the fact he was somewhat see-through. "However, I have, evidently, made mental contact with you from across Space and Time in order to right a mistaken assumption that has placed my own Reality in peril."
In the short pause that followed, lightsaber in hand but not yet activated, the Jedi Exile silently expected the point of this impossible and mysterious meeting to be more readily revealed than it, in fact, was.
"You are about to do battle with and, allegedly, kill someone known as Darth Nihilus."
The very mention of the name of this Sith Lord caused not only a tensing of face and form, but the powering up of the blue-white plasma blade of that lightsaber held so heroically in one hand.
"What do you know of the Lord of Hunger?" demanded the Jedi Exile lividly, lifting her lightsaber in a fashion meant to menace; though with a spirit-like presence such as Spock seemed to be, such was positively pointless. "Where is he?"
"You shall, evidently, be engaging him momentarily, but you must understand that his 'dissolution' at its combative conclusion is a ruse used to survive in the heart of what, I seem to sense, was a triangular artifact called a holocron. Whereupon, in my Time and in my galaxy, far from your own, he shall become completely physical once more and menace the worlds of our Federation."
"I see," the Jedi Exile said as understanding slowly fused with a new sense of purpose in regards to the ultimate removal of Darth Nihilus from all Space-Time. "Do not worry, my phantasmal friend. I shall see to it that, this time, Nihilus does, indeed, die."
Meantime, Lo those many millions of light-years and billions of years away…
Four starships, the ENTERPRISE determinedly leading the other three, dropped out of Warp into normal space to surround the spearhead-shaped capital ship of that self-same Master of the Dark Side of The Force.
"Open fire!"
That order had been, seemingly simultaneously, issued by the commanding officers over not only the USS ENTERPRISE, but the USS LEXINGTON, USS EXCALIBUR, and USS POTEMPKIN, too.
As such, phasers and photon torpedoes were unleashed from near point-blank positions due to the desires of said starship commanders and bridge crews to obliterate, quickly and completely, a vaster vessel whose weapons were, in truth, almost more than even four of Starfleet's finest could essentially survive.
In that self-same moment, Commander Spock had not only returned his mentality to the present in sickbay, but sat up to the illogical delight of Dr. McCoy and Dr. Chapel…
…while the killing lightsaber stroke, delivered via the Jedi Exile eons ago at the urging of an impossible mind meld held, for mere minutes, by the comatose Commander Spock, made absolutely certain that such as Nihilus did not deliver his own metaphysical Self into his Sith holocron for a far-flung future "rebirth".
"Noooooo—"
Baaaa-daaaa-BRRRRRROOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!
CAPTAIN'S LOG, STARDATE: 7418.1. The destruction of the massive vessel from a distant galaxy, and, so Mr. Spock would explain in the privacy of my quarters with Dr. McCoy also in attendance, Time, became a very real eventuality thanks not only to the help of three other starships. But also, it now seems, thanks to a seemingly improbable mind meld with someone called the Jedi Exile long since dead by several billion years in a galaxy far, far…well, one that was distant, indeed. It would seem that the impossible power, in the very end, had more to do with a half-Human/half-Vulcan than it ever did with a Dark Lord of the Sith. As for the ENTERPRISE…perhaps I shall be allowed to maintain my command of her. At least…a little longer.
END