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Star Trek: The Next Gamer
Episode 13: Evaluation
Stardate: 41373.6.
Earth Standard Date: May 16, 2364.
Location: Starbase 74, Tarsas System.
Tyson stepped into the meeting room. As the door slid shut behind him, he took a moment to survey the scene. Admiral Jameson, looking not a day over twenty-five, sat at the head of the table. Beside him was Data, the android officer he'd served with the past few months. Tyson knew he'd be replacing Captain Picard during this evaluation as the Enterprise needed to resume its mission. Tyson's eyes flicked to the two faces flanking them. One appeared stern, calculating, and surprisingly familiar thanks to his metaknowledge. The other was inscrutable.
"Ensign Tyson," Admiral Jameson said, "please, take a seat."
Tyson obeyed, settling into the chair across from the imposing quartet. The Admiral's eyes bored into him as he began the introductions. "Ensign, I believe you know Lieutenant Commander Data, of course. Allow me to introduce Commander Luthor Sloan from Starfleet Intelligence." The man nodded curtly, his eyes never leaving Tyson. "And this is Commander Nedar Oh from Starfleet Security." The second officer merely raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.
Tyson felt a chill run down his spine as he realized the gravity of the situation. The presence of Sloan meant that this evaluation was more significant than he anticipated and could determine the course of his career and perhaps even his life. He should have kept his head low when he arrived on the Enterprise. Picard had informed him he'd reported his arrival and it received notice from the Department of Temporal Investigations. Tyson should have expected it was certainly noticed by Section 31. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his nerves. The room seemed to close in around him, the silence becoming oppressive. Even Data, whose face was always emotionless, didn't relieve any of the tension Tyson felt.
Admiral Jameson leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table. "Ensign Tyson. You have been summoned here today to undergo an evaluation of your recent activities aboard the Federation flagship, the Enterprise. Your performance will be assessed by this panel, and appropriate action will be taken based on our findings."
Tyson nodded. With a deep breath, he looked each of the officers in the eye and prepared himself for the evaluation, or perhaps the interrogation, that was about to begin.
Admiral Jameson studied Tyson's face intently before beginning his line of questioning. "Ensign," he said, his voice even but firm, "let's discuss your arrival on the Enterprise. You were brought to the bridge by the entity known as Q. Shortly after your arrival, you were involved in a holodeck malfunction that resulted in you bringing a character named T'Pol, a Vulcan from the NX-01 Enterprise simulation, out of the holodeck. Is that correct?"
Tyson's voice was steady as he responded. "Yes, Admiral. That is correct. However, I would like to provide further clarification. What you refer to as a holodeck simulation was, in fact, an alternate reality. That is why T'Pol was able to leave the holodeck."
Commander Oh was as difficult to read as any Vulcan. Her expression betrayed the slightest hint of skepticism as she interjected. "And where is T'Pol now, Ensign?"
Tyson hesitated for a moment, recalling the bittersweet memory of their parting. "T'Pol returned to her reality recently," he replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "She decided that the potential failure of Captain Archer's mission due to her absence was too great to overlook."
Commander Sloan leaned forward, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Ensign, if what you claim is true, it would have far-reaching implications for our understanding of the universe and the nature of reality. How can you be certain that it was an alternate reality and not just a highly sophisticated simulation?"
Tyson paused, gathering his thoughts. His time with T'Pol taught him that sometimes the best way to argue with a Vulcan was to present the logical aspects of his argument and let them come to the natural conclusion. "I can understand your skepticism, Commander. Holodecks can be disorienting and overwhelming, especially to someone from the past such as myself. The simulations they project are difficult at times to distinguish from reality. But there was evidence that T'Pol was more than a malfunction of the holodeck. First, as you're aware, holodeck characters are complex creations of computer trickery, involving forcefields, replicators, and so on. In certain cases, items can leave the holodeck such as simple things like paper or objects that were made through replication. A common example is if went swimming, you could leave the holodeck with wet clothes. Characters, on the other hand, can't leave the holodeck. They're limited to the technology available, namely, replicators are unable to create living creatures. Subsequently, T'pol couldn't have been a creation of the holodeck as she was able to traverse the entirety of the Enterprise and even left the ship. Secondly, and equally as telling was that T'Pol had a telepathic presence. Counselor Troi on the Enterprise, a betazoid, can confirm. Telepathy is difficult to measure empirically and can't be mimicked by any form of holography or technology that I'm familiar with."
Commander Oh asked, "For clarification, The sentient holodeck character was not a product of the Enterprise's computer, but a creation of your abilities?"
Tyson agreed with Oh's statement, and she seemed pleased at his response. But the Vulcan equivalent of a displeased look lingered on her face.
Sloan eyes were sharp with interest as he asked, "What can you tell us about the Q?"
Tyson took a moment, gathering his thoughts. "The Q are an omnipotent and near-omniscient species. Their species are known collectively as the Q Continuum, or perhaps that is the name of the realm they inhabit, I'm not entirely clear on that point. They exist in a realm outside our reality; this may be a layer of subspace or a separate dimension." He paused, trying to balance his metaknowledge with what he should know. "If you've read Captain Picard's reports on first contact with Q, he's claiming to judge humanity's worthiness to exist in the wider universe. Though I'd add that there may be another aspect to his interactions. Sometimes, it seems he's just bored and looking for entertainment. Consider that if his accounting of their existence is accurate, If you've seen everything, why not change events a little to see how they play out?"
Commander Sloan's eyebrows raised slightly. "You mentioned omnipotence. Can they do anything?"
"In many ways, yes. They can manipulate time, space, and matter with ease. They snap their fingers and make things happen. I'm not sure if this is a product of an inherent ability or technology far beyond understanding."
Commander Sloan nodded, taking in the information. "Thank you, Ensign. Your insight is valuable."
Admiral Jameson continued, "Ensign Tyson, let's move on to the Tsiolkovsky incident. The Enterprise crew was infected by a pathogen that significantly lowered their inhibitions. The pathogen was brought back by an away team you were a member of, from a ship where the pathogen killed all hands. Dr. Crusher's report states that you were the one who created the cure." He paused, eyeing him intently. "Furthermore, you were instrumental in stopping a riot, regaining control of the ship from a rogue crew member under the influence of the pathogen, and preventing the Tsiolkovsky's destruction by quote storing the vessel in a dimensional pocket space. Is this an accurate account of the events?"
Tyson kept his eyes steady on the Admiral. "Yes, Admiral, your recounting is correct."
Commander Oh raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "According to records, this incident occurred approximately two weeks after your arrival. Your involvement, abilities, and knowledge seem to far exceed your rank and experience. How were you able to perform these feats, especially in such a short time after arriving here from the 21st century?"
Tyson hesitated for a moment, "Since arriving, I've found I possess the ability to learn new skills at an accelerated rate. Also, I've gained several abilities that have allowed me to tackle situations that others might find impossible."
Admiral Jameson leaned forward, his voice softer but no less intense. "Ensign, your actions during the Tsiolkovsky incident were nothing short of remarkable. But we must be sure that you are using these abilities per Starfleet principles."
Tyson nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the Admiral's words. "I am aware of the responsibility that comes with my abilities, Admiral. I assure you that I have always acted, and will continue to act, in the best interests of Starfleet."
Data, who had been observing the proceedings with his usual stoic demeanor, finally spoke up. "Admiral Jameson, I have had the opportunity to work closely with Ensign Tyson since his arrival on the Enterprise. While his abilities are indeed extraordinary, he has consistently demonstrated a commitment to the values and principles of Starfleet. Additionally, I would add that in addition to Tyson deposing the rogue crewman, the engines of the Enterprise were disabled and the ship was in danger. It was Tyson's suggestion to have me repair the engineering malfunction. It is an example of his leadership and clearheadedness in a dire situation. I believe he is a valuable asset to our crew, and without his intervention that day, the Enterprise would likely have been destroyed."
Admiral Jameson nodded, his gaze fixed on Tyson. "Very well, Ensign. We will take your testimony and Data's observations into account. However, this evaluation is far from over. We have much more to discuss and consider."
Commander Oh's stoic expression slipped as Data was speaking, but she regained her composure before asking Tyson, "It is my understanding that you brought up several protocol suggestions to Captain Picard in the aftermath of this incident. Would you care to elaborate on those?"
Tyson nodded, "There were several breaches of security that should've been impossible if proper fail-safes were in place. First, the away team returned from a mission with a potentially infectious agent. We walked back from the transporter room to the sickbay. That was one potential point of spreading the pathogen. Only the symptomatic crew member was held for observation which created another potential for spread. In any situation with infectious potential, the returned crew should be quarantined and observed, with direct site-to-site transportation to sickbay or isolation, if available. Second, the rogue crewman was able to usurp control of the ship through verbal means, with no command codes needed. That's entirely too easy to exploit and should be fixed immediately. Lastly, certain areas of the ship should be heavily restricted access and have independent forcefields or shielding systems installed. At a minimum, the areas around the matter-antimatter reactor and warp core in Main Engineering. Also, any area storing weapons including the armories and torpedo storage or torpedo tube access rooms should be heavily restricted and monitored. You could imagine my surprise when I found a crewman dancing on top of a photon torpedo. While the actions of the rogue crewman put the ship in danger, it wasn't any greater than the potential of an internal torpedo detonation."
Oh nodded in agreement with each point he made. She made some notes on a PADD.
Admiral Jameson's gaze narrowed as he broached the next topic. "Ensign Tyson, let's discuss the mission to Ligon. The Enterprise was dispatched to obtain the Anchilles Fever vaccine for an outbreak on Styris Four. However, the situation escalated when the Ligonian leader attempted to abduct the Enterprise's security chief. Reports indicate that you intervened, defeating two dozen of their guards in unarmed combat and later escaping your holding area. You managed to steal the vaccine by once again storing it in a dimensional pocket, and challenged the leader to a battle to the death. Is this an accurate account of the events?"
Tyson took a deep breath as he replied, "Yes, Admiral, your statement is accurate. However, I would like to point out that the Ligonian leader attempted to 'steal' Lieutenant Yar. Under their culture, stealing from a superior foe successfully is a great feat. Which is why their leader perpetrated the abduction. By being their prisoner and 'stealing' the vaccine, I accomplished a feat of similar renown in their people's eyes. Additionally, if I hadn't challenged the Ligonian leader, his first mate would have been forced to challenge our chief of security to a battle to the death, due to Ligon's unique culture. Someone would've been forced into a battle to the death, and with my abilities, my fighting was the preferred outcome. Although a fight to the death was by Ligonian customs, it violated Starfleet and Federation principles, so I did not kill the Ligonian leader. I crippled him in such a way that my victory couldn't be disputed. I acted in accordance with their culture. Ligon is not a pre-warp civilization, and I did not use any technologies more advanced than theirs. I believe there was no direct violation of the Prime Directive on my part."
Commander Nedar Oh crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. "Ensign, while your actions may have aligned with Ligonian culture, the Prime Directive is in place to prevent interference with the internal affairs of other civilizations. It is not strictly relegated to technological contamination. Crippling the leader of a planet constitutes interference in its internal affairs. You must understand our concern regarding your involvement in this incident."
Tyson nodded, acknowledging the commander's point. "I understand, Commander Oh. However, my actions were taken to protect the lives of our crew and ensure the success of our mission. I did my best to adhere to the Prime Directive, while also preserving the lives of those on Styris Four who were in desperate need of the vaccine and safeguarding the Enterprise crew member who'd been abducted. Also, generally, when a species takes direct, aggressive action against the Federation, does it not forfeit the protection offered by the Prime Directive?"
Admiral Jameson leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Tyson. "Ensign, your actions on Ligon, while commendable, do walk a fine line concerning the Prime Directive. As a Starfleet officer, you are bound by our regulations and principles, regardless of the extraordinary abilities you possess. Part of this evaluation is meant to determine whether you can uphold those principles in the face of the challenges and temptations that your powers present."
Tyson met the Admiral's gaze, "I understand, Admiral."
Admiral Jameson cleared his throat, signaling that he was ready to move on to the next topic. "Commander, we're here to evaluate the actions of Ensign Tyson, not debate the finer points of the Prime Directive. Ligon filed no complaints with the Federation council through any diplomatic channels, so whatever interference Tyson's actions may have induced, have not been considered significant enough to their people to warrant a response or discourse."
Commander Oh leaned back in acquiescence, allowing the Admiral to continue. "Let's proceed to the next incident under review. Reports indicate that you spent several hours examining Dr. Soong's lab. Upon your return to the Enterprise, you engaged in combat with Lore, a Soong-Type Android the Enterprise recovered and repaired, who had deceived the crew by impersonating Commander Data. You managed to force Lore to flee, and after a battle in which you took a direct phaser shot in place of another officer, Lore was... teleported into space." He eyed him carefully, waiting for his response.
Tyson nodded in agreement, paying particular attention to keeping his voice steady. "Yes, Admiral, that is an accurate recounting of the events Captain Picard reported." He purposefully worded his response to avoid addressing the ending where Lore was teleported away, knowing that it would raise further questions.
Commander Oh leaned forward, her eyes sharp with curiosity. "Ensign, can you give us an idea of the capabilities of Lore and the potential threat he poses?"
Tyson took a moment to consider his response before offering a general overview of Soong-Type Android capabilities. "Lore possesses immense strength, as well as agility and speed higher than human norms. While his combat potential is high, his greatest asset is his impressive computational capacity. Lore poses a significant threat to any starship that encounters him due to his immense potential for usurping control of that ship's systems."
Commander Sloan chimed in, his tone grave. "Do you have any information on Lore's current whereabouts?"
Tyson hesitated for a brief moment. When he thought about it; he had the means to locate Lore. The perk he'd gained after the intimate time with Cognus would allow him to track down the rogue android. While he thought about Lore and his betrayal often, retrieving him hadn't been one of Tyson's priorities. He admitted, "I am unsure of Lore's current location, Commander."
Admiral Jameson continued, "Ensign Tyson, your encounter with Lore demonstrates your ability in single combat and drive to protect your fellow crew members in the face of extreme danger. However, I'd like to note for the members of this panel that Lore remains a significant threat to Starfleet and the Federation as a whole."
Tyson nodded, "Thank you, Admiral. I understand. If Lore resurfaces, I assure you noone is more committed to apprehending him and neutralizing the threat he poses." It went without saying that Tyson was still pissed about Lore's betrayal. After the events on the Enterprise, Tyson had extended an olive branch to Lore, but the android had usurped an entire droid army that Tyson had neatly handed to him. It was Tyson's greatest oversight and a mistake he would fix.
Admiral Jameson regarded Tyson for a moment before continuing with the evaluation. "Very well, Ensign. Let's move on to the next matter at hand, the Enterprise's encounter with a Tarellian vessel en route to Haven. It seems a civilian illegally transported to the Tarellian vessel, and you followed him with Captain Picard's blessing. Against all odds, it's reported that you cured the Tarellian Plague. Is this true?"
Tyson considered the Admiral's words. "Admiral, your assessment is partially incorrect. The creation of the treatment was a joint effort between Dr. Crusher and myself. Though due to the risks involved and the necessity of the Enterprise elsewhere, I administered the treatment alone."
Commander Sloan interjected, his curiosity piqued. "Ensign Tyson, one thing was never elaborated on in the reports. What happened to the Tarellians and their ship?"
"The Tarellians settled on a planet outside of Federation space, where they can live without posing a threat to anyone. And avoid being hunted by other aggressive species. As for their ship," he paused, choosing his words carefully, "it's currently stored in my dimensional pocket."
The room fell silent as the officers exchanged glances. Admiral Jameson leaned forward, his voice tinged with incredulity. "Ensign Tyson, your actions in dealing with the Tarellians and their plague were commendable, but storing a ship in your dimensional pocket raises further questions about the extent of your abilities and the implications they may have."
Tyson nodded, understanding the Admiral's concerns. "Again I'd like to reiterate, I assure you that I am committed to using these powers responsibly and following Starfleet principles. I intended to donate the ship to an appropriate Federation museum once I could ensure it was safe to do so."
As the evaluation continued, Tyson knew that the weight of his actions and decisions were being scrutinized heavily. He would have to demonstrate to those present that he could navigate the complex ethical landscape that came with his extraordinary abilities.
Admiral Jameson's voice softened as he brought up the next topic, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "Ensign Tyson, now we come to a matter that is very close to my heart. As you know, I consumed a compound that rapidly de-aged me, destabilizing my DNA. You worked with Dr. Crusher, eventually creating a retrovirus to counteract the effects of the compound. The downside was that it was a slow-acting solution. After single-handedly defeating the forces arrayed against us, you administered my treatment and then stayed at my bedside, healing me constantly for nearly an entire day. First, I'd like to thank you again for giving me my life back. Your actions here are not in question, given that I witnessed them firsthand."
Tyson inclined his head respectfully, acknowledging the Admiral's gratitude. "You're welcome, Admiral. I'm glad I could help."
Commander Oh, intrigued by Tyson's abilities, raised a question. "Ensign, could you explain more about your healing ability? How does it work?"
Tyson took a moment to consider his response before answering. "My healing ability allows me to channel energy to heal damage and remove certain conditions. It can be quite taxing on my reserves, but in the Admiral's case his body was in a weakened state and it was a very little drain on me."
Commander Sloan, always keen to explore new possibilities, inquired about the potential of de-aging drugs. "Ensign Tyson, do you think it's possible to isolate and replicate the compound that de-aged Admiral Jameson? Or teach your healing ability to others. The medical and scientific implications could be profound."
Tyson shook his head, his voice tinged with regret. "Unfortunately, Commander, while we were able to stabilize the Admiral, we could not completely isolate the compound, and thus wouldn't be able to duplicate its effects. Any questions about the acquisition of the base compound would need to be directed at the Admiral as I am unsure of its origins." He hadn't expected Sloan's second question. He hesitantly answered. "It may be possible to teach others. Not everyone would have the capability though, and I can't give an exact time frame, but it would likely take a significant amount of time."
Sloan nodded in understanding, "Also using a retrovirus to alter DNA seems to dance the line with genetic augmentation. Admiral Jameson looks even heartier now than he did in his youth. Do you have anything to say about that?"
Tyson had expected this question and responded, "Yes sir. In the Admiral's case, the alterations were needed to stabilize his DNA, a requirement for him to continue living. While his improved hardiness may be a side effect, it was not the intention of the treatment. The type of treatment used was not outlawed and is easily accessible in the Federation Medical Database. I admit, it was very close to the statute against genetic augmentation and such treatments should be closely monitored in the future."
Admiral Jameson pushed for the continuation of the evaluation. "Very well, Ensign. Let's proceed to the final matter at hand, your latest encounter with the Bynars. According to our records, while the Enterprise was undergoing maintenance at this Starbase, you alerted Captain Picard of an emergency. With his permission, you transported a pair of Bynars to their homeworld in your personal starship and saved their planetary computer from a stellar phenomenon. You did so utilizing a computer core that was either the equivalent of the Enterprise's or the Bynars', but of unknown make or origin. Additionally, you managed to heal Bynars suffering from a terminal condition. Is this correct?"
"Yes, Admiral, that is correct."
Commander Sloan asked about the ship. "Ensign, where did this ship come from? What are its capabilities?"
Commander Oh was also curious, her eyes fixed on Tyson as she awaited his response.
Tyson explained, "I acquired the ship within one of the alternate realities, similar to the one from which T'Pol came from. This one however was not a past setting per say. The vessel is a large fighter craft with weapons and shields that are strong for a vessel its size, but weak relative to modern Federation vessels. However," he hesitated, knowing the implications of his next statement, "it can move at speeds beyond Warp 9.99 and possesses a form of… stealth technology."
The room grew quiet as the officers absorbed the information. Admiral Jameson finally broke the silence, his voice cautious. "Ensign Tyson, your actions during these events saved the lives of an entire species and benefited the Federation. However, the use of a cloaking device in a Federation ship is a clear violation of the Treaty of Algeron and could have significant implications. Dare I say that war with the Romulans would be a greater loss to the Federation than saving the Bynars."
Tyson had a feeling this was going to be his most challenging action to defend. He had to reveal the cloaking device, as the Enterprise crew was aware of its existence. "I understand Admiral and have no defense. I acquired the cloaking device in a separate reality, it was not developed in the Federation. Technically the Scimitar is not a Federation ship. It was not constructed in this reality, and it bears no Federation regalia or transponder codes. It does not conform to standard Federation design principles, it has no warp nacelles or saucer section. Its stealth technology is different from those employed by records of Romulans and more akin to external holographic projectors combined with dampening technology to avoid sensor detection."
The panel considered Tyson's words, generally looking unconvinced when Commander Data replied, "Your assessment is incorrect. Though the technology is extra-universal in origin, its application is extremely similar to early cloaking devices employed by the Romulans."
Tyson asked, "Permission to speak freely?" Admiral Jameson nodded and Tyson continued. "The Romulans are not our allies. The first interstellar war humans fought was against Romulans. There has been zero contact with them in 50 years. Likely, only because they didn't want to incense a Federation that wasn't at war with the Klingons. The cloaking device is the only genuine advantage the Romulans have, and the Federation has the best sensors of any major power. It's an arms race and we're always a step behind." He paused briefly before making his point. "Consider this. When the Scimitar was under stealth, it avoided detection by the Enterprise; the flagship of the Federation. And Commander Data likened it to early Romulan cloaking devices. If that's the case, how would the Enterprise's sensors fare against modern Romulan cloaking devices? We should spend less time caring about what hostile powers want, and more time preparing for the inevitable conflict with them."
Commander Oh seemed displeased by his statement. Her eyes squinted as she spoke, "The Federation Council abides by their treaties. Even if war is inevitable, the Federation will not be the aggressor."
Sloan commented, "Agreed, but perhaps there's something to be said about his stance though. The Federation has been on the back foot at the start of every major conflict."
Admiral Jameson spoke up, "This is a discussion for Admirals, not an Ensign's evaluation." He looked at the panel, "Are there any further questions, not regarding the stealth technology?"
Commander Oh inquired "What is the computer core you used? What are its origins and capabilities?"
Tyson answered. "The core is an order of magnitude beyond the Enterprise's computer. It was created based on designs by Dr. Soong and was positronic. It was made from parts found in the same lab that contained Lore. However," he paused, regret evident in his voice, "the core was sacrificed shortly after its use on Beta Magellan, and I do not possess any other positronic devices currently."
Admiral Jameson waited, and when no further questions came, he spoke. "Very well, Ensign. Your actions and abilities will be considered as we deliberate on your future within Starfleet."
As this part of his evaluation drew to a close, Tyson knew that his extraordinary abilities and the choices he had made would be scrutinized heavily.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Tyson returned to his ship, the Scimitar, and sat down in the holographic cabin. His mind raced with the memories of events the Starfleet panel hadn't known about. As he reflected on his journey, he couldn't help but think about the intimate moments he had shared. His thoughts then drifted to the adventure he had experienced in the Star Wars universe, where he had been a part of the Phantom Menace's storyline. Tyson remembered the thrill of the pod race and how he had earned hundreds of millions of credits by betting on Anakin. He had accessed the Force and defeated formidable opponents such as Palpatine, Maul, and Darth Jar Jar. His decisions had allowed him to bring back several Jedi and Sith to his reality. The ship he currently inhabited was also an acquisition in that reality, confiscated from Darth Maul.
Not only that, but Tyson had also earned Lordship over the Sith Academy and the planet Korriban, beginning the process of terraforming and rebuilding the ancient and powerful world. The mysterious planet was accessible to him as an Instant Dungeon, available through any holodeck. He fondly recalled the tryst with Cognus behind the waterfall in the Arboretum dome, and his duels with the Jedi and Sith that inhabited the Academy.
As he sat there in his ship, Tyson realized that the life he led was both a blessing and a curse.
His extraordinary powers and experiences had brought him great joy, but they had also created a web of secrets, ethical dilemmas, and responsibilities. Despite the challenges, Tyson knew that the friendships he had formed and the allies he gained were invaluable. He was ready to face whatever the universe, and this evaluation panel had in store for him.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
The gentle hum of the Starbase echoed in the room as Tyson found himself facing the panel once more. Admiral Jameson started, "Ensign Tyson, the panel has struggled to reach a unanimous decision. We've considered your actions since your arrival, the reports from your superiors, and of course, Lieutenant Commander Data's testimony. Not to mention the recommendation from Captain Picard himself." The silence that followed hung heavy in the room, each member of the panel watching Tyson intently. Tyson shifted in his seat, feeling the weight of the decision about to be revealed. He could not help but wonder what the outcome might be. "But," Jameson continued, "There was one glaring omission in your Starfleet training that became apparent to us." His eyes locked onto Tyson's, a twinkle of amusement flaring briefly in his gaze. Tyson felt his heart pound in his chest as he waited for the admiral to explain.
Data was the next to speak. His voice, though void of any emotional nuance, carried a reassuring steadiness. "Admiral, if I may, I believe Ensign Tyson is uncertain about the nature of this omission. Would it be prudent to clarify?"
Admiral Jameson nodded at the android officer, who immediately straightened, though he was already as poised as any officer in the room. "Ensign Tyson," Data began, "All graduates from Starfleet Academy who are on the command track must complete a certain test."
Tyson frowned at this, his mind racing. "That can't be right," he said, his voice betraying his confusion. "I've completed all the tests. The tactical simulations, the leadership evaluations, the ethical dilemmas—"
But Data was already shaking his head, "That is incorrect, Ensign Tyson," he replied. His voice was as steady as ever, with not a hint of accusation or judgment present. "You have completed all the academic tests, but there is one more you have yet to face."
The room fell into a suspenseful silence. Data delivered the fateful words. "The Kobayashi Maru."
The name hung in the air, resonating with a weight that was not lost on Tyson. His eyes widened in surprise. The Kobayashi Maru, the no-win scenario, the test designed to push Starfleet's finest to their limits, the very mention of which sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened cadet.
"But what purpose does the test serve now?" Tyson asked, his brows knitted together in confusion. "We're at peace with the Klingons. The scenario isn't applicable."
Commander Luther Sloan glanced at Tyson with an intrigued glint in his eye. "That's a keen observation, Ensign," he said. His voice was soft, smooth like velvet yet edged with steel. "However, the Kobayashi Maru isn't solely about the Klingons. It's designed to test your mettle, regardless of who the opponent might be." Sloan leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table in front of him. "The test is updated regularly to reflect the current state of the galaxy. And each time an officer completes it, the scenario is changed. This way, their particular solution can't be repeated."
Tyson nodded, absorbing this new information. "So," he said slowly, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Who else besides Kirk has beaten the Kobayashi Maru?"
Data's positronic brain processed the question for only a fraction of a second before he began speaking. "Montgomery Scott also managed to complete the test," he said. "However, his solution was based on a hypothesis, one that had been integrated into the examination, that he published. He exploited this hypothesis to complete the exam, but it was determined that the hypothesis was false and non-viable in real-world applications. Even though it was judged he did not beat the exam, it was adjusted to account for the way he 'completed' it." Data continued, "Lieutenant Commander Mackenzie Calhoun and Commander Quintin Stone are the only two officers who completed the test without resorting to controversial methods like Kirk and Scott. However, each of their solutions was unique, and like all successful resolutions to the test, they led to a reconfiguration of the scenario."
Tyson was silent for a moment, his mind whirling with the information. It was a daunting prospect, facing a test designed to be unbeatable, one that had been bested by only a handful of Starfleet's finest. But he also felt a spark of determination ignite within him. He squared his shoulders and lifted his chin. He met the gazes of the panel one by one, the spark of determination in his eyes bright and clear. "I'll take the test," he said, but Tyson raised his finger. "One question, though." All eyes turned back to him, "If I'm not mistaken," he started, "during the Kobayashi Maru, doesn't the testee usually have a crew with them? Will I be given that opportunity, or will my test be a solo endeavor? And if I do have a crew, will they be holographic, or can I choose them myself?"
Admiral Jameson spoke, his tone authoritative but not unkind. "You're correct, Ensign," he affirmed. "The Kobayashi Maru test traditionally involves a crew. And while it's often composed of holographic crew members, or other cadets under evaluation, we do make exceptions for circumstances like these."
The Admiral exchanged a glance with Data, before declaring. "As such, Ensign Tyson, you will be allowed to choose your crew members for the test," the android officer chimed in, his golden eyes reflecting the muted lights in the room. "The composition and dynamic of your chosen crew will play a significant role in the outcome of the test. It will not only influence your strategies and tactics but will also reveal your ability to lead and make decisions under pressure." Data paused for a moment, allowing Tyson to digest his words before making his final statement, "However, the panel gathered for this evaluation has further commitments, your evaluation will be exactly 24 hours from now, and any crew you wish to gather will have to arrive by the start of the evaluation period."
Tyson nodded, understanding the gravity of what he was about to undertake. He was about to face the Kobayashi Maru, but he wouldn't be facing it alone.
As the panel members began to rise from their seats, preparing to depart, Tyson hurriedly found his voice once again. His gaze was locked onto Data.
"Lieutenant Commander Data. I'd be honored if you would join me and serve in my crew for the test."
The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes on Data. The android's face, as ever, was unreadable, but there was something akin to surprise in his eyes. But then, with his usual measured voice, he responded, "I would be pleased to assist you, Ensign Tyson. I accept."
Commander Nedar Oh, who had been preparing to exit, paused at the unexpected development. She turned back towards them, unable to fully hide her disapproving expression. Her eyebrow arched slightly in the Vulcan equivalent of a frown, and her piercing gaze fell on Tyson. However, she didn't say anything, simply holding Tyson's gaze for a moment before turning to leave.
Tyson, however, hardly noticed the disapproving look. He was already focused on the task at hand. He turned back to Data, his face splitting into a broad smile. "Thank you, Lieutenant Commander," he said sincerely, relief and gratitude coloring his words. "Your presence will be invaluable."
With a nod to the remaining members of the panel, Tyson left the room, his mind already racing with possibilities.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Tyson made his way through the halls of the Starbase to where his ship was docked. He already had Data selected his crew for the Kobayashi Maru. The android would be an invaluable asset whose multifaceted skills would certainly prove useful in any position. Now, he needed to secure the rest of his team.
His steps led him directly to the Scimitar's holodecks. With only a limited amount of time before the test, Tyson decided to secure the guaranteed slot on his crew first. He entered the holodeck, the doors whooshing open to admit him.
As he stepped inside, the featureless, black and yellow grid of the empty holodeck shimmered and transformed around him as he accessed the Instant Dungeon formerly filled with Zombies. After curing the Vulcan crew, providing them with a new ship, and sending them with T'Pol to assist Archer, the ID changed. Entering the instance now led directly into the NX-01 Enterprise's universe. He found himself standing at the docking port of the Seleya, the Vulcan cruiser. Reaching out with his mind, he extended a telepathic message to T'Pol. They had formed a bond during their time together. He respected her greatly and hoped she would be the next addition to his team.
"T'Pol," Tyson's mental voice was strong yet sincere. "It's Tyson. I hope you are well."
His mental message found its target. "Tyson," T'Pol's mental reply was as composed and calm as she always was, her telepathic voice carrying the distinct coolness characteristic of her species. "I am well. It is agreeable to hear from you."
Tyson's smile warmed his mental voice, the equivalent of a physical smile to a Vulcan. "Glad to hear that, T'Pol. I wanted to inquire about your current status."
"We have recently rendezvoused with Captain Archer and the Enterprise," T'Pol relayed in her mental voice. "We are currently on a mission following a lead to a kemocite refining site."
Tyson continued his telepathic message. His mental voice held a note of nostalgia, "T'Pol," he continued, "I find myself missing you, and to be quite honest, I could use your help if you're willing, and can spare a day or two."
There was a slight pause in their connection before T'Pol's mental reply came, "It will be several days before we reach the kemocite refining site," she relayed. "Your request is acceptable. I am amenable to joining you on your endeavor."
Relief and gratitude washed over Tyson and through their bond. Having T'Pol by his side for the Kobayashi Maru was a significant advantage. She brought an analytical and logical perspective and would serve as a fantastic science officer, allowing his crew to adapt to any unusual situations. "Thank you, T'Pol," he mentally responded, his telepathic voice tinged with gratitude. "I look forward to seeing you and working with you again."
The moment she rounded the corner, Tyson's heart skipped a beat. Although they had communicated briefly, the sight of her was a whole different experience. He was unsure how to greet her. Vulcans were a reserved species, not known for their public displays of affection, but he couldn't help himself. Ignoring the cultural hesitations, Tyson stepped forward, "T'Pol," he said.
Without any more words, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. For a moment, he felt her stiffen in surprise, but he didn't let go. Slowly, he tilted his head down, his eyes never leaving hers, and kissed her. His lips met hers in a deep, passionate kiss, expressing his longing and relief at seeing her again. He felt her initial hesitation, but then she relaxed into his arms, returning the kiss with equal fervor.
When they finally broke apart, Tyson found himself gazing into T'Pol's eyes. The Vulcan's typical coolness was slightly ruffled, her cheeks tinged with green. It was a rare sight, one he cherished.
"So," T'Pol began, her voice steady despite the intimate moment they just shared, "what is our mission?"
Tyson's smile widened. As they stepped back into the Scimitar, he briefed her on the challenge they were about to face.
~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Tyson's stride was light and quick as he led T'Pol back through the holodeck entrance on the Scimitar onto Korriban. She followed him toward the new dome outside the Veiled Arboretum. Having already secured two members for his Kobayashi Maru crew in such a short period, he had an opportunity to catch his breath and spend some much-needed time catching up with T'Pol.
As they approached the Arboretum, T'Pol wondered at all the changes. Her surprise increased as she entered the dome. The Arboretum dome hadn't existed when she was last here, but it now encompassed the entire area, creating a stunning spectacle of lush greenery. Tyson stole a glance at T'Pol, curious to see her reaction to the changes. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the paradise before her. It was a rare show of surprise from the typically stoic Vulcan. Before them lay a verdant forest of trees and flora from various planets, bathed in soft light filtering in through the dome. It was an incredible sight, but what truly took T'Pol's breath away was the hidden lagoon nestled amidst the greenery. Crystal-clear water sparkled under the lights, reflecting the stunning scenery around it.
"Remarkable," she murmured, her gaze locked on the lagoon. "I did not anticipate such changes. It is... aesthetically pleasing."
Her choice of words brought a smile to Tyson's face. 'Aesthetically pleasing' was high praise coming from a Vulcan
As they meandered along the winding path of the Arboretum, Tyson pointed to the lush foliage, "Do you recognize them, T'Pol?" He asked, his voice carrying a hint of a smile. "Every one of these plants... We collected them together."
T'Pol paused, her eyes scanning the greenery around her. As she looked closer, recognition flickered in her eyes. She recognized the soft grass of the path was the Klaban Grass. She saw the delicate glow of the crystalline flowers of the Solacebuds. Inhaled the tranquil scent and serenity of the Vulcan Tea tree. Each specimen was a memory, a time they'd spent together on Haven or aboard the Enterprise. Her brow furrowed slightly in thought, then relaxed, as a rare, gentle smile graced her lips.
As they walked further, Tyson reached out and carefully broke off a bud from a Jibalian Fudge Thistle; a plant they had found in the shop of the Enterprise's Arboretum. He held it up to her, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Care for a taste?"
The Fudge Thistle was a curious plant. It was a dessert and a plant all in one; the buds exuded a sweet, rich taste that was surprisingly satisfying. He offered it to her, holding it up to her lips. She allowed him to gently feed her, then he followed his fingers with another kiss. With the sweet taste of the FudgeThistle still lingering on their lips, Tyson led her toward the water's edge. The lagoon shimmered, the surface of the water disturbed only by the gentle breeze that rustled through the Arboretum.
In a deliberate move, Tyson began unfastening his Starfleet uniform, his movements unhurried and sure. He glanced at T'Pol, a suggestive look in his eyes as he beckoned her to follow his lead. For a brief moment, T'Pol simply stood there, her dark eyes scrutinizing him. Her Vulcan demeanor remained intact, but there was an unmistakable spark in her gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the underlying intimacy of the situation. Then, almost imperceptibly, T'Pol reached for the zipper of her uniform. It was a slow and deliberate action, each movement accentuating the lean musculature beneath the fabric. The uniform slid off her shoulders, revealing a tight, sleek undersuit that clung to the contours of her body. Her undersuit left little to the imagination, highlighting the graceful curves of her figure. Its function was temperature and element protection and inherently was not overtly seductive, but the functional simplicity of its design only served to accentuate her natural allure. The light fabric embraced her lithe frame, emphasizing her well-toned physique. She folded her uniform neatly, placing it to the side before turning to face Tyson again. The Vulcan woman stood in her tight undersuit, her presence adding alluring beauty to the already enchanting scenery.
Tyson watched as T'Pol began to disrobe once more. Her movements were as controlled and measured as the woman herself. T'Pol's fingers slipped under the hem of her undersuit. She slowly pulled it over her head, revealing the flawless, porcelain skin beneath. Her choice of underwear was simple, yet the effect it had on Tyson was anything but. The sleek panties were alluring, a soft, lavender color that complemented her light skin tone. They clung to her curves in a way that accentuated her femininity, while leaving just enough to the imagination. She wore no bra. Her breasts were left bare and displayed in their natural beauty. Their generous curves defied gravity, her nipples hardened slightly in the cool air of the Arboretum. Standing there, T'Pol was a sight to behold as the vibrant foliage casting dappled shadows on her near-naked form. Her stance was confident; highlighting the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, and the length of her slender legs.
T'Pol's gaze met Tyson's, her eyes reflecting a depth of emotion rarely seen. Despite her near nudity, there was no shyness or hesitation in her eyes. Instead, she exuded an aura of quiet assurance and sensuality, a silent invitation that left Tyson ready to accept her. Just as he was about to close the distance between them, his communicator came to life, its chirp piercing the tranquility of their secluded Eden. He ignored it, caught in the intoxicating spell that was T'Pol. Yet the insistent tone signified a priority message.
With a sigh of regret, he stepped away from T'Pol and activated the device.
"Tyson," Visas' voice echoed from the communicator in a serious tone. "A ship has entered the atmosphere. Their trajectory suggests they are planning to land at the Academy."
Tyson's brow furrowed at the news. An unexpected ship was a cause for concern. Korriban was desolate, abandoned, and ignored by the galaxy at large. Korriban's system could be entered from either the Star Wars galaxy or the Nekrit Expanse in the Delta Quadrant in the Star Trek galaxy. Either case was concerning.
He replied, "Understood, I'll be right there."
As he closed the channel, he turned back to T'Pol. She gave him an expectant, yet understanding look. There was no annoyance in her gaze, only a patient acceptance. Her Vulcan discipline always kept her emotions in check, even in their intimate moments… with a few exceptions.
Tyson took a moment to drink in the sight of her one last time, his eyes tracing the lines of her near-naked body. There was a yearning in his look, a promise of things to come. With a soft sigh, he bent down to collect her uniform and reluctantly offered it to her. Their time would come, but for now, responsibility had to come first.
Tyson turned from the allure of the lagoon, setting his mind to the impending issue at hand. Reaching out with his communicator, he quickly assembled the combat-capable members of the Sith Academy.
Kreia was the first to arrive. Visas Marr came next then Darth Maul. Close behind them, the Jedi Billaba and Gallia joined the group.
The Korriban starport sprawled before them. When the Shipyard facility had unlocked, the starport accompanied it. While the Shipyard was inactive in orbit, the Starport had been constructed on the surface. It looked like the landing areas seen in the Star Wars movies but had an open motif. The landing pad itself was an expansive area of smooth ferrocrete, able to accommodate the grandest of starships. Complex structures of landing towers, service buildings, and control centers dotted the perimeter, their imposing silhouettes harsh against the barren, rocky landscape of Korriban. The Starport was an impressive sight and easily the largest structure of the new academy. Though the Starport had yet to be utilized, the Foundry had produced a fleet of droids to staff the area. They came to life in preparation to ensure the smooth operation of the facilities for the landing ship. A web of service corridors and maintenance shafts snaked beneath the surface, connecting the various structures, all under the watchful eyes of powerful sensor arrays.
As Tyson and his group stood at the entrance, their gaze focused on the sky, watching the descending ship with apprehension and anticipation, ready to face whatever was about to come their way. As the ship began to emerge from the atmospheric veil, a sudden flash of light caught Tyson's eye, immediately drawing his attention. A new figure had appeared, seemingly out of thin air. Q, the omnipotent, ever-mischievous entity was sitting there in a beach chair under an umbrella, a tropical drink complete with a miniature umbrella of its own in his hand.
Drawback activated! Q and U
"Q," Tyson said with a hint of wariness in his voice. He approached the entity, "Is this your doing?"
Q looked up, his smirk ever-present as he took a sip from a colorful beverage. "Oh Tyson, always so quick to point the finger," he retorted, his tone full of amusement. "Nope, this one wasn't me… well not exactly." He adjusted his sunglasses, reclining further into his chair.
Tyson's eyes narrowed. Q's words were always riddles wrapped in enigmas. "What do you mean 'not exactly'?" He asked, his tone clipped.
Q chuckled, the sound incongruous against the tense anticipation of the approaching ship. "This one was all you," he replied cryptically, the twinkle in his eyes revealed amusement at his statement. "I'm just here for the show,"
"Oh, now you're here to watch," Tyson spat, the accusation clear in his tone. His glare intensified, his ire evident. "Where were you when I got trapped by that bug?"
The frustration in his voice was hard to miss. He'd been through a lot since that encounter. And Q hadn't been there. Lady Q had been the one to come to his aid, and her assistance had left him with a significant drawback, a fact that left a sour taste in his mouth.
Q's smile faded at his words, replaced by an expression that was surprisingly... serious. He took off his sunglasses, looking at Tyson with an intensity that wasn't typical of the usually flippant entity. "Ah, that..." Q sighed, his gaze wandering towards the still-approaching ship. "You should know, Tyson, I couldn't come. Not that time. As for the... outcome, well, let's just say I wasn't exactly pleased with its outcome either."
His words were cryptic as always, shrouded in mystery. But something in his tone suggested he was telling the truth, as much as the unpredictable Q could. The hum of the approaching ship grew louder. Yet, Q remained in his beach chair, his apparent indifference adding another layer of uncertainty to an already charged situation.
As Tyson's eyes returned to the ship, the details of the craft came into clear view. The spacecraft's hull was a mixture of muted earthy hues, dull browns, and grays. The Ion engine at the rear of the vessel thrummed with power, its azure glow illuminating the landing pad beneath. Its landing gear extended, and the ship gently touched down on the starport's landing pad with the precision of a practiced pilot at the helm. The thrum of the engines slowly dissipated, replaced by the soft, steady hum of the ship's idle systems.
"It's the Ebon Hawk," Tyson murmured, his voice barely audible over the low hum of the ship. His expression was one of surprise, but also anticipation. The question was if it heralded the arrival of allies... or trouble.
With a scowl fixed on his face, Maul stood alert. The hilt of his double-bladed lightsaber gripped tightly in his hand. Kreia's sightless eyes were focused on the ship, her curiosity piqued by its unexpected arrival. But it was Visas' reaction that caught Tyson off-guard. The Miraluka let out a startled gasp, her voice barely a whisper but unmistakable to Tyson's Vulcan hearing. "How can this be?" she questioned her voice a blend of confusion and disbelief.
The sound of heavy metal against the ground heralded the opening of the Ebon Hawk's ramp. A group of figures emerged from the ship armored in Mandalorian battle armor. Their armor gleamed in the starport's lights, and the visors of their helmets hid their faces and expressions.
"That was unexpected," Tyson murmured, his gaze narrowing on the Mandalorians. Mandalorians and the Ebon Hawk were not two things he expected to see together.
"Oh, just you wait," Q interjected, his voice almost gleeful. He obnoxiously slurped his drink, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "The show's only just beginning." The omnipotent being reclined in his chair, clearly eager to see the scene unfold.
The group of Mandalorians stopped a cautious distance away from Tyson and his team, arranged in a manner that didn't feel outwardly threatening but still conveyed their battle-ready nature. One individual, larger and seemingly more imposing than the others, stood a few steps ahead, evidently the leader. Tyson's gaze was drawn to the weapons hanging from their belts, and his suspicion grew. Each Mandalorian was armed with a lightsaber. Mandalorians were not known to wield such weapons making him wonder if these were Jedi hunters.
Maul too had spotted the lightsabers. The former Sith apprentice tensed visibly, his hand gripping his weapon tighter. His body language shifted from cautiously alert to outright aggressive, ready to engage at a moment's notice. Tyson felt the tension in the air. The silence was shattered when the lead Mandalorian extended a gloved hand, pointing. At first, Tyson thought he was the target, but then he realized the man was aiming past him, at the reclining figure of Q.
"And where the hell have you been?" the Mandalorian demanded, his voice modulated by his helmet but still clearly filled with an accusing intensity.
Tyson couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "I just said the same thing."
In response to the pointed question, the Mandalorian leader reached up, unclasping the locks of his helmet and pulling it off. The face that was revealed made Tyson's heart skip a beat. It was his face or rather a very close approximation. This Tyson, however, bore a slightly Cardassian cast to his features, and a goatee; it was a telltale sign of his mirror universe origins. Seeing his reflection, albeit a warped one, standing before him, Tyson felt a jolt of shock run through him. This was an encounter he hadn't expected, an encounter he wasn't prepared for. He glanced at Q, but the omnipotent trickster just shrugged, his gaze filled with a mischievous glint that seemed to say 'This is your problem to deal with, not mine.'
His mirror's presence was not something he'd expected, but it wasn't his first time experiencing the doppelganger. He'd fought against his mirror-self in what he thought was a Force vision months earlier. But having the man standing before him had Tyson reevaluate the experience. He broke the silence, curiosity getting the better of him, "What color is your lightsaber?"
The mirror Tyson chuckled, his grin laden with arrogance. "Well now, I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," he retorted, igniting his weapon. The familiar hum of the lightsaber filled the air as a vibrant purple blade sprang to life, casting an ominous glow on his already sinister features.
Tyson's eyes narrowed slightly. He'd seen that color before; during their duel in the Coruscant temple. His counterpart was exactly as he remembered him, a distorted reflection of himself.
The mirror Tyson looked him up and down, assessing the changes since their last encounter. The edge of his mouth curled into a sneer. "You've grown stronger, I can see it," he conceded grudgingly. His gaze lingered on Tyson's wings. "But you've still got those wings... Fairy."
Tyson remained unfazed. He had anticipated nothing less from his mirror counterpart. Now, he just needed to figure out why he was here.
As Mirror-Tyson's lightsaber hummed to life, the ramp of the Ebon Hawk creaked and hissed again. A sleekly designed droid descended. Its optical sensor swept over the gathered group as it moved to stand at its master's side. Maul reacted instantly, his crimson lightsaber igniting with a harsh snap-hiss, casting a bloody glow over his fierce Zabrak features.
Mirror-Tyson's crew started removing their helmets one by one, revealing faces that Tyson recognized with a jolt of surprise. Yar and Troi, alternate versions from his universe, had a hardened look in their eyes that their counterparts lacked. Beside them stood Bastila Shan, the Jedi famed for her Battle Meditation ability. A catgirl, her bright eyes curious and watchful, stood next to a Twi'lek and Vulcan. Tyson didn't recognize the latter two, but their faces had appeared in his vision on Coruscant, and they wore slave collars.
The tension in the air was palpable as the two groups faced each other.
In response to Maul's aggressive stance, the two Jedi, Billaba and Gallia, gracefully brandished their weapons. The soft hum of their lightsabers, a cool green and vibrant blue, respectively, added to the cacophony of color and sound.
Without missing a beat, Mirror-Tyson's group reacted, lightsabers igniting in a swift and synchronized motion. Reds, blues, and greens, yellows lit up the stark terrain of the starport, their vibrant glow casting long, dancing shadows on the cold ground.
The sudden voice of HK-47, the assassin droid that had descended the ramp to join Mirror-Tyson, sliced through the mounting tension. "Query: Shall we commence the extermination of the meatbags now, master?" His synthetic voice held a slight, eager tilt that only those familiar with the droid's murderous tendencies would recognize.
The uneasy silence that followed was broken by Tyson's sudden laugh, his amusement resonating outwards in stark contrast to the grim mood.
Mirror-Tyson's brow furrowed in confusion. "What's so funny?" His tone was layered with suspicion, the handle of his purple lightsaber gripped tightly in his fist.
Still grinning, Tyson locked eyes with his doppelganger. "I just realized I got cockblocked by myself," he quipped, his tone almost casual as he gestured between them. "What are the odds, right?"
Mirror-Tyson's lips curled into a smirk. "I didn't cockblock anyone..." His voice trailed off as his gaze slid towards his universe's Deanna Troi, a knowing glint in his eyes. He swiftly corrected himself, "...except maybe Riker."
At this, Tyson nodded sagely. "Yeah, same."
The shared joke, an unexpected connection over the same woman, diffused the tension ever so slightly, hinting at a potential for dialogue. The air still hummed with the likelihood of violence, but for a moment, it was punctuated by shared humor between two versions of the same man.
Suddenly, Q's voice pierced through their camaraderie, jolting Tyson from his musings. "Don't let that charm fool you, Tyson," he warned, his tone somber. "He's corrupt, look at his eyes, and the eyes of his companions."
Tyson blinked, taken aback. He turned his attention back to his mirror counterpart, scrutinizing his features anew. His gaze fell on the man's eyes - they were a stark, unmissable shade of purple. The same vivid hue that was mirrored in the eyes of all his mirror companions. And at that moment, Tyson realized they all shared yet another similarity.
Purple eyes. Purple lightsaber.
The memory of their first encounter rushed back to him. That color was the same as the strange energy that had been absorbed into his skin during their first encounter on Coruscant. Its significance was overlooked amidst the chaos and confrontations that followed. It had seemed so harmless then, just a curious painless energy exchange. But now, as he looked at his mirror version and his crew, all bearing that same peculiar shade of purple in their eyes, the implications sent a chill down his spine.
Tyson's grin faded, his gaze hardening. He'd underestimated his mirror counterpart, and let himself be swayed by their shared history. But now, he wouldn't forget. The energy wasn't as benign as he had originally thought. There was more to this mirror crew, more to their purple eyes and his purple lightsabers.
Rage sparked within Tyson as glimmers of the truth dawned on him. "What did you do to me?" The calm composure he had held onto was fraying. His voice echoed off the metallic surfaces around them, filled with an anger that seemed foreign even to himself.
Mirror-Tyson merely scoffed at his fury, nonchalantly examining his nails with an air of indifference. "Oh, nothing much," he drawled, a wicked glint in his purple eyes. "Just a little insurance in case we ever crossed paths in the future. It seems it wasn't a wasted effort."
His flippant dismissal was the last straw. Tyson's anger surged, raw and potent, and he engaged his lightsabers - one blazing blue and the other a fierce red. The distinct hum of the activated weapons resonated through the tense silence.
Mirror-Tyson was quick to respond. His lips twisted into a cruel smirk as he pulled out a second purple lightsaber, the twin blades thrumming ominously. The two Tysons stood opposite each other, eyes locked in an intense standoff.
Meanwhile, Visas engaged her weapon, but Kreia, in a surprising turn, did not. She stood at a distance, her figure remained silent as she watched the unfolding drama.
The air was taut with anticipation. Across the open expanse of the starport, two formidable forces stood at the ready, a visual spectacle of colorful lightsabers humming in stark contrast to the tension-soaked silence that hung over them. Two parallel forces squared off, with lines drawn in the dust of the landing pad.
AN: Choose Your Own Adventure!
1. Mirror Tyson is an Enemy
2. Mirror Tyson is an Ally
I'm keeping it simple this time and to two choices so hopefully there won't be a tie. Cast your vote in reviews and it will have a significant impact on the outcome of this story arc in Episode 16. Please be clear on which you're selecting.
1. Mirror-Tyson is an Enemy - Q is right, he is corrupt. This leads to a path of difficulties for Tyson. His enemies become more powerful and find ways to weaken him. He will be forced to come up with solutions beyond raw power.
2. Mirror-Tyson is an Ally - If you can't trust yourself, who can you trust? Mirror-Tyson is a victim of the circumstances of his arrival and the powers he was given. He isn't inherently evil and ultimately wants to work with Tyson, not against him. This leads to Tyson having another ally, one with easy access to the mirror universe. No major changes to the direction of the story.
Behind the scenes:
- The two officers noted as having completed the Kobayashi Maru, Mackenzie Calhoun, and Quintin Stone are both beta canon. And their methods of completing the test cannot be used by Tyson.
- T'Pol's Enterprise is currently between episodes 6-7 of Enterprise season 3.
- Tyson has no idea who Nedar Oh is, and if you haven't watched Picard, neither do you. His meta-knowledge ends before Picard Season 1.
- Sloan showing up is direct consequence of Tyson being open when he arrived, They've been following his exploits since he came to their attention. The agency has been in the open and in the shadows at various times throughout the star trek shows, more about how Section 31 operates in this story will be seen near the end of this story arc. Sloan's first beta canon appearance is in 2360. In this continuity, he's established by this point.
