Captain's Log, Stardate 67896.3 - I wonder if Admiral Janeway had this much trouble with the various species she met while out here. Its been a day or two since we seen them, but for a week straight we had non-stop raiders come at varying times attempting to steal things from us. Some of the raiders were polite enough to hail us before attacking. Others were masquerading as traders or freighter captains, I guess they thought we had a smaller sensor envelope or perhaps sensors that aren't that sophisticated. Sure enough though, we detected their weapons. According to Lieutenant T'saal we'll be entering the Hirogen Hegemony territory by next week or so.

Endeavour had been traveling for days, the assessment of taking a few days to get to the Hirogen Hegemony territory was greatly miscalculated. The information on the True Hunter vessels computer had been not completely true and that the battle that Endeavour entered was most of the True Hunter force trying to force their way into the territory of another species to establish a colony.

Occasionally, raiders have come and attempted to take something from them or freighter captains offering trades of stuff, however, Alona refused them from boarding Endeavour, while keeping the ship at yellow alert during the whole time. She remembered a few instances where Janeway had allowed another species to board Voyager and from there, problems rose. Her plan wasn't to refuse everyone that came and said hello to them, just species Voyager hadn't met yet.

Other times she's had raiders come by fire on them and try to take something off the ship, however, she'd disable the vessels weapons and engines, then continue on. It was beginning to become monotonous, almost routine on how the raiders would come and attack. Several species using the same tactics to attack and steal from a vessel, while it kept things interesting from time to time, it was still the same tactics. Come in at high warp and intercept Endeavour, try to punch through her shields, get punched back hard, drift away making repairs or warp out. There were a couple times where the raider had shield penetrating transporters, but what they took was easily replaceable via the replicator so Alona left it at that. She felt that it was pointless to chase down a raider over two cases of tricorders, 8 meters of ODN cabling, and a single EPS conduit. At the same time though, she was glad thats all that was made away with, she remembered one of Janeways logs where Voyagers main computer core was beamed off the ship and was happy she didn't have to contend with something like that.

Lately, Endeavour herself had been acting up. LT Bari couldn't figure out exactly what was going on and neither could Alona. Bari's guess was the ship was having issues with being in operation for so long, systems weren't "used" to be operating for such a long period of time. The only way to cope with Endeavour settling into being in operation for so long is just to correct the minor problems as they arise, then slowly increase the number of times the system undergoes maintenance and diagnostics. If a system has a monthly maintenance schedule, then it undergoes maintenance twice or three times a month until the system settles down and begins to operate without having to be looked at so often. While this may increase the workload of the Engineering Department, Bari told Alona it wouldn't cause too much of a issue, it might even keep the engineers busy enough to make it feel like the trip is going by faster. Drake offered the services of the operations department to help if Engineering got bogged down.

Walking along the corridors, Alona noticed that the fact of being on board the ship for 18 to 20 years had finally sunk in. They've been underway for about a month and a half now, some people already look a little worn. She wondered how they would handle going through Borg space, so she diverted the ship to a M-class moon that they detected on sensors. The planet was orbiting a G-type star, second planet from the sun, however it a simple rock. It's super-thin atmosphere of Argon, Helium, and Ammonia made it uninhabitable, while the surface resembled a brown-yellow version of Mars. One of its orbiting moons though was chock full of life, its climate was tropical in most places, with some deserts and some jungle. All bodies of water on the moon were fresh water, so it was naturally humid, but overall, the moon seemed like paradise. The only issue with the whole moon was that its gravity was slightly strong at 1.03g. Quietly, Alona had the moon marked down as a possible location for a starbase to be put in.

When Endeavour came into orbit over the moon, it seemed like most of the crew didn't notice. Alona had extensive scans done to ensure there was no repeat of last time they came into orbit over an uninhabited planet. For that extra assurance, Colonel Reed had a platoon broken down into squads, beamed into various transport and shuttle landing sites, then had them thoroughly search the area for anything out of the ordinary for an uninhabited planet. After finding nothing, the marines set up camps, some pre-fabricated huts, then brought down plenty of recreational equipment. From there, the marines remained on the surface as Alona made an announcement.

"To all hands, this is the Captain speaking. As I have walked below decks, in engineering, our science labs, our armories and mess decks, I have noticed everyone seems a little weary, tired, worn down. So, as of this moment, I am authorizing a weeks liberty on the M-class moon we're in orbit of. The moon is uninhabited, its weather is reminiscent of Risa, nice, tropical, but a little humid. I've had our M.A.C.O. platoons sweep and secure it as well as set up camps, tents and small pre-fabricated buildings then bring down recreational equipment and tools in select transport and shuttle landing sites. The platoons will be remaining on the surface while we're in orbit over the moon. While we're at liberty the ship will be in an Alpha-10 status, remember: have fun while your down there. So, without further ado: Liberty, Liberty, Liberty! All hands are authorized liberty at their department heads discretion" Alona said.

Ships in Starfleet had several different statuses ranging from Alpha to Charlie. Alpha status being the most "ready-able" with Charlie being the least "ready-able". Most ships maintained a Bravo-30 to Bravo-01 status meaning the ship should be ready to leave orbit in 30 minutes to an hour. Alpha-10 status meant the ship should be ready to leave orbit within 10 minutes and/or be on standby for an emergency beam out of all surface away teams and crew within 10 seconds. While an emergency beam out of such a large amount of people might put a strain on the ships systems, it can be done should an emergency arise.

She looked around the bridge, everyone was looking at her, "Go play, have fun" she said, then raised her hand and added, "After we've secured our orbit and the At Orbit bridge watch relieves you" Some of the bridge was was readying to leave when she was speaking. Alona stood, looked around the bridge and stepped into her ready room. She sat down behind her desk and leaned back. She'd been meaning to get some time in a holosuite or the holodeck.

Later that day...

Bari and Drake stepped onto the transporter pad, "Energize" Bari said. Both of the girls had bath robes on and when the shimmering blue light faded she was standing near a beach, the warmth of the air filled her, they also removed their bath robes to reveal bikinis. Well, in Drake's case a one-piece swimwear. Bari breathed in the sweet, flowery air, then took a step and realized the gravity of the moon was a little heavier than shes used to. It didn't matter, she was going to enjoy a day or two soaking up the sun.

Bari glanced over to Drake, "So Morgana, are you capable of tanning?" she asked.
Drake snorted, "Not in the way you tan. I can control the pigmentation color of my skin though...Odd" she said glancing to her right. Bari looked in the same direction, then smirked.

"He's looking at you, why don't you go over there and talk to him" she said.

"I do not have any interests in a romantic relationship at the moment. I'm too busy" Drake replied.

"And? You're gorgeous to look at, in fact you're turning some heads now"
Bari and Drake glanced around. Indeed, both of them were making some of the men make some sneaking glances over, as Bari's bikini was a little revealing. Drake's one-piece was modest, however, her form was still apparent as much as she tried to hide it.

"They will gain nothing by having a relationship with me. My emotions are programs that I-"

"They are still emotions. Are you capable of love? How about experiencing happiness?"

"I am capable of both, but they are not true emotions"

"It doesn't matter Morgana, now get your ass over there and talk to him, look at him, he can't stop staring at you. Come one, who knows, you might enjoy it"

"Enjoy it? You mean enjoy being stared at by men?"

"No, I mean enjoy yourself by talking to that marine over there. His personality might be something you enjoy being around or perhaps you might like his voice"

Drake looked at Bari, then over to the young marine, opened her mouth then closed it. Bari then grabbed and turned Drake towards the marine and pushed her forward. Drake walked slowly over to the marine, hesitant for a moment, then she relaxed when she began talking to the marine. Bari smiled and continued on, she needed to find a tent or pre-fab to claim and relax.

Harry Kim and Daro Radis were up on the nearby foothills overlooking the beach-side transport site. They had seen a good spot to sit and watch the sea roll in and out, marking it on a map they had been creating on the tricorder as they continued higher. They were following several lizards they'd seen that resembled geckos only they were the size of Gila Monsters when they stopped at a small plateau, they both were thirsty and sat down, digging into their packs for something to snack on and some water. Kim felt great, his pulse was calming down and it felt like it must be 31 or 32 degrees celsius out, there was a calm sea breeze coming along. Kim was facing the ocean, swigging on some water, taking in the heat, when he spotted something unusual.

"What's that?" Kim asked.

"Harry, that is called a cave. Ya know, a natural hole in the ground" Radis said, his back towards the ocean.

"Daro, is that what I think it is?" he asked. Radis was still sizing up the mountain when he glanced at Kim, noticing he was looking out towards the water. He turned, then saw what Kim was looking at too.

"What the hell is that?"

Kim began digging in his pack, "This moon was supposed to be uninhabited. We made extensive scans, I know we did, I made sure that we made them as extensive as we could" Radis said. Kim pulled out binoculars, before he raised them to his eyes he checked the position of the sun, it was above him.

"Looks like a mast, theres a radar dish on it" Kim said, then handed the binoculars to Radis.

"Radar?" Radis asked, then put the binoculars to his eyes.

"Yeah"

"Its from Earth. Air Search Radar by the looks of it, you can tell by how its angled, also its not a flat bar like your old surface radar system. Earth Radar systems were also weird looking. Regardless, the question is what is an old human ship doing way out here in the Delta Quadrant, on an uninhabited M-class moon"

"Can you see anyone on it?"

Radis put them back up to his eyes, "No, its still below the horizon, I can see smoke rising though, probably from the stack. Its getting closer too"

Kim sighed, "Shit" He then pulled out his combadge from his pocket and tapped it.

"XO to all surface crew, away teams, and Endeavour, Commander Radis and I have spotted an unidentified surface ship headed towards beach site four, ETA is perhaps two hours. Repeat, an unidentified surface ship headed towards beach site four, Endeavour please advise"

"Standby" a voice replied. Kim knew they were frantically scanning the surface now.

"Endeavour to beach site four, be advised, an extremely high amount of chroniton particle emissions have been detected in your area, repeat, extremely high chroniton particles have been-" the voice from Endeavour paused, "Oh shit, Beach Site Four, Temporal Event detected near your location, standby for emergency beam out"

Meanwhile...

Alona was enjoying herself in holosuite 7, working as a bartender in a late-1990s night club. The program was period based, including the music which was playing at the period level of an ear-bleeding 110 decibels. What talk she could hear was a little bit of the Eugenics Wars but most of the chatter was about the music, the looming new millennium, booze and so on. Dressed in the period clothing, Alona felt closer to home while running this particular program, she also somehow had the uncanny knack to fall right into place here, to blend with the crowd and how the holograms acted. She came to know the many slang terms for some drinks, even during her off duty hours she spent several hours going over the various names of mixed drinks and their ingredients as well as taking time to learn the various labels of the bottles of liquour and so on. She was in the middle of mixing a Mai Tai when the program automatically paused as the Red Alert klaxon began to wail.

"Captain, please come to the bridge" Kolaas said through her combadge.

"On my way, Computer, save time index and end program" she said while walking out the door, moments later she was on the bridge.

"Report" Alona said, walking onto the bridge.

"A few moments ago Commander Kim commed in and reported he saw an unidentified surface ship headed towards the shore, a few seconds later we detected an extremely large amount of chroniton particles nearby Beach Site Four, then the computer reported to us a temporal event was in progress. Afterwards a temporal energy wave started forming a ring around the planet, according to sensors indicate that the energy wave isn't very power-" Kolaas said, turning to face Alona then stopped when he saw her.

She hadn't changed out of the clothes from the holodeck, her top was very revealing, almost just a sports bra with a small, unbuttoned, see-through blouse and cut-off jean shorts. Her normally pony-tailed hair was let down, she was a little sweaty, smelled of booze, and unknown to everyone else, her ears were ringing. To Kolaas, he had never seen a human female dressed that way, let alone the captain, it took him aback.

"OEnsign" Alona said with a smirk, "You were saying?"

Kolaas quickly cleared his throat, "The sensors indicate that the energy wave isn't that powerful and the computer recommended that we emit a chroniton field throughout the ship to keep us in temporal sync. Mr. T'saal agreed"

Alona nodded, "As do I, very well, you're relieved Ensign. Bridge, this is the Captain, I have the deck and conn" The bridge echoed with the watch saying "Aye"

"Have we beamed anyone off the surface?" Alona asked.

"No, ma'am the massive increase of chroniton particles prevent us from beaming anyone off, if we beamed someone off, it could cause some serious problems when they rematerialized, such as reversals, I wouldn't suggest it" T'saal said.

A reversal is a nasty effect that a massive amount of chroniton particles could have have on transporters. Basically, people revert into child states or into non-existence. Other cases are the exact opposite, rapid aging until death occurs. The same effects can happen to limbs of the body or organs.

"What about shuttles?"

"The runabouts could do it, they have enough power to emit a chroniton field to keep them in sync, but that wet navy ship that the XO spotted, what do you want to do about it?"

"Good question, what do the sensors tell us about it?"

T'saal began entering in commands, his brows furrowed.

"Interesting. Ma'am, the navy ship is no longer on sensors. The chroniton particles are dissipating from beach site four, however, the energy ring is intensifying" he said.

"Are our people on the runabout?" Alona said.

"Yes ma'am"

"Good, see if you can contact them, if we can, tell them to get their asses back here"

"Ma'am, the particles have dissipated enough for transporter usage" another bridge watchstander said.

"Fine, beam the whole damn runabout aboard"

"Ma'am, that could put a major strain on the-" T'saal stopped when Alona looked at him, "Energizing" he said after he entered a few commands in.

"Beam it into the primary shuttlebay"

"Aye, ma'am"

Minutes ticked by and the bridge was silent, only broken by T'saal reports of the energy wave intensifying. Alona ordered the ship to back away from the moon. While Endeavour was easing away from the moon, the wave finally intensified enough to explode outward. What happened next was the weirdest energy-based, scientific find that had ever happened to a Starfleet vessel.

The wave, when it exploded formed a funnel, almost appearing as a quantum singularity. Then funnel began to act very similar to a quantum singularity, and began to suck in everything nearby, including the Endeavour. Fortunately, the funnel didn't have the crushing gravity that a singularity did, but it did have the "suction" that one had. Endeavours sensors were confused, inside the funnel, it detected an atmosphere, then nebulous gases, then static space, then sea water. T'saal couldn't make any of it out.

"Full reverse!" Alona said.

Kolaas entered in commands, the ship was at full impulse going in reverse.

"Ma'am, we're at full reverse. We're not going anywhere"

"Very well, spin us around, pick anywhere but here, Warp 9, engage"

As commanded, Endeavour whipped around, her nacelles facing the funnels mouth. She jumped to warp, well, according to the ships systems they were at warp, but obviously, they were not going anywhere but towards the mouth of the funnel, only slightly slower. Energy discharges similar to lightning bolts began to arc around the ship.

"Mr. Kolaas?" Alona asked.

"Ma'am, we're at warp but-" Kolaas was interrupted as a nearby EPS conduit exploded. The ship began to shake and vibrate hard.

"Engineering to Bridge, Captain, EPS conduits are rupturing throughout the ship, systems are beginning to fail. We need to drop out of warp or the ships gonna tear itself apart"

"T'saal, can the sensors make anything out within the funnel?" Alona asked.

"No ma'am, but the vacuum of the funnel is strengthening, those energy discharges are the main culprit with our EPS conduits exploding. They are also causing a power drain throughout all systems of the ship, I think our warp field is cause thing the energy discharges. I would suggest we drop to to impulse, then we could try to collapse the funnel with a photon torpedo"

The turbolift doors opened, Kim and Radis stepped out, they quickly took their stations.

"Glad you boys decided to show up, Viir-Keim, target the center-" Alona was interrupted as several more EPS conduits exploded on the bridge. Then Endeavour lost all power.

Drifting, with no control of herself she entered the funnel. On board, her crew were frantically trying to get power back, emergency back ups were beginning to come online slowly due to the EPS damage. Environmental and Life Support were the first two to come online. The ship was rocking and shaking. There were bangs on the hull that several decks were reporting. Emergency systems were starting to not respond, artificial gravity was fluctuating on the bridge.

Fortunately, Endeavour went through the funnel without colliding with any large debris, although many small nearby orbiting debris did bounce off the hull. She tumbled, rolled, and spun, her maneuvering and primary ship control were offline. Several minutes passed then she exited the funnel as it begun to collapse around her. Still listing through the dark of space, a couple additional emergency back up systems came online: communications and emergency lighting

When Endeavours communications systems came online, the computer activated her emergency distress signal automatically. It was something that none of her crew could not have stopped, as it had determined that since many critical systems were not responding, emergency repair teams were being hampered by lack of artificial gravity in some areas. A fire had broken out on deck 9, section 92, frame 1332, compartment 279-J, it had not been suppressed and was beginning to spread to nearby compartments. Automatic Fire Suppression systems were offline throughout the ship.

The computer also detected that the warp core was offline, engineering teams were feverishly trying to get it started back up, however, the realignment of the dilithium crystals was taking longer than expected. EPS conduits had exploded or ruptured in several areas on practically every deck. Navigational deflectors were offline, the structural integrity field was barely online, internal sensors were offline in several areas, external sensors were offline.

Endeavour was hurt and Alona knew it, she could practically feel the pain of the ship. It was because of the EPS conduit flaws, like most Sovereigns had. She had plenty of power, just this time, she had too much instead of too little. The warp core was offline but Bari's people were working their asses off to get it back online. Thankfully, Environmental and Life Support were still online, albeit on emergency backups. She had Drake work with T'saal in getting the external sensors back online, lack of information was her concern at the moment.

Alona wanted to get her bearings before getting main power restored, auxiliary power was drained from going through the funnel. Emergency power was slow to come online which prolonged many problems. Emergency batteries were at least keeping the very critical systems and the computer online. She looked around the bridge, everyone was doing their duty to get systems back online. She stood and stepped over to the engineering station and began working on helping the computer reroute emergency power through still operating power conduits and relays.

It was kind of refreshing to roll up her sleeves and get back to working on engineering problems. She had served as a second engineer on a ship before, then chief engineer, so the tricks of the trade began to come back to her. After a few moments, she managed to restore emergency power to internal sensors throughout the ship. Immediately, a flood of emergency messages and notifications began to list itself.

Alona tapped her combadge, "Bridge to any emergency repair team on deck nine, near section 92. There is a class alpha-charlie fire beginning to get out of control in compartment 279-J" she said.

"Copy bridge, repair team 19 is en route" a voice replied.

Now to getting power to everywhere else. She stood and walked over to the master systems display, then began working there. It seemed like she was there for only a few seconds.

"Captain, we have restored power back to short range external sensors" Drake said while performing a cursory sensor sweep.

"There is a vessel approaching, sensors are registering it traveling at warp 6.7, ETA is 10 minutes" Drake said.

"Can you identify it?" Alona asked, going back to the engineering station.

"No ma'am, the sensors identify it as an unknown Starfleet Constitution-class vessel, due to the detected ship silhouette"

"What? An unknown Starfleet Constitution-class vessel?"

"Skip, the computer automatically activated the distress signal, I think they are responding" Radis said.

"Morgana, check the chronometer, what year is it?"

Drake entered a couple commands in, "Captain, according to sensors, we're five light years from Ceti Alpha 6. Chronometer reads June 19, 2260"

"Fuck" Alona said to herself.

As expected no one took noticed of a man none of them had seen before on board even though he was in an older Starfleet uniform, circa mid-2370s. As he walked through the corridors, making his way to the bridge, he was amused as these primitive beings scurried about, trying to bring their precious computer systems back online. He snorted as one glanced up at him and tried to give him orders, but he kept walking. He didn't want to waste his time with that particular being, his goal sat on the bridge, commanding her crew. He thought about just appearing on the bridge, but that didn't have as much as a dramatic effect as just simply walking onto the bridge from the turbolift. He stepped into the turbolift, no one else was in it and it shut the doors. He didn't say a word and the lift began its way to the bridge. When the doors opened and he stepped out, he grinned.

The captain, looked to see who stepped through the lift, looked at him for a moment, she was standing by engineering station. Tisk, not even in her own chair. He was amused at the look on her face, part astonishment, part anger, part frustration, and of course, fear. He could see it in her eyes, she hid it well but she was afraid, perhaps not for her own life, but for her ship and her crews lives.

"You" is all she said. How dare she? She couldn't even say his name. What has Starfleet come to these days? At least Jean-Luc and Kathy called him by his name.

"Its Q, not 'You'" He said with a smile, then added, "Welcome home Captain"