TREK WARS: RED DEAD INVASION

This a part of my Trek Wars series. I tried to lay down the general gist of what is going on in the story at the very beginning to make things less confusing. You could also read my first Trek Wars story, should you be interested in getting all of the details. I still haven't finished part two of that series, it has been years, but I will try to start writing that one again as well. For now, this will be my focus as I have recently grown fond of RDR2.

Chapter 1: A Diversion.

Captain James T. Kirk stared out of the viewport of the USS Enterprise NX-01 in deep contemplation. The series of events that had led him and the many men and women of the Enterprise E and the NX-01 to a galaxy far, far away weighed heavily on his mind. There had to be more to this that they just weren't seeing. First, the Borg invaded this galaxy en masse, requiring an evil empire to collaborate with the very rebels they swore to destroy as well as the powers of the alpha quadrant in order to crush the Borg threat once and for all. And now, here they were, sent to this galaxy's past when the Jedi were at their peak during something called the clone wars in order to ensure that the rise of their ancient enemy, the Sith, never came to be. Kirk stroked his chin in contemplation as he attempted to gather his thoughts and sighed. Turning around, he surveyed the empty mess hall and began to pace. Something was coming, he knew it. He felt it. Ever since he had discovered that he was mildly force sensitive, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Knight Anakin Skywalker, Master Mace Windu, and his now dear friend Luke Skywalker all stayed on board the ship to help prepare him with his meager potential and the preparation and training of the crew to ensure that they would be able to handily deal with the threat of the droid army and the stormtroopers that followed them from the future to here. Kirk sighed again, tapping away at the replicator until the door to the mess hall suddenly opened, revealing Captain Johnathan Archer. Kirk gave his friend a small smile, "Hey John, how are you holding up?"

Archer shrugged, "As well as I can be during a war, what about you? You have seemed tense the past few days. Trip mentioned that you spaced out during a briefing, what's on your mind?"

Kirk nodded, "There is. I was talking with Spock three days ago, and we have a suspicion that this attack on this galaxy is a ploy. A damn good one too. Spock surmised that all of the emperors troubles started when the Borg attacked and the Federation got involved in their galactic affairs. Palpatine's true goal may be to erase the Federation from history entirely, thereby erasing the Borg invasion of this galaxy and leaving things to play out here as he deems fit… meaning, we believe that he may attack Earth. Not right now. Not in the future. But in the past."

Archer grimaced as he grabbed the cup of tea sitting in the replicator and took a small sip before looking back up, "I'm aware, I had this conversation with him myself this morning. I have also relayed this to Captain Picard and Admiral Janeway. Data and Worf just beamed over a few hours ago because of Spock's theory. Worf is here to assist Malcolm in upgrading our weapons and Data is on the bridge calculating the possible time period they'd travel to should Spock be correct. I already used the temporal beacon Daniels left behind the last time he sent us on an adventure to send him a message about these concerns. I haven't heard back yet. I'm sure that…" Archers combadge chirped before he could finish. Archer put his tea down on the table next to where he and Kirk were standing and pressed his combadge, "Archer here."

Data's voice answered back, "Captain, I have completed my simulations, and I cannot pinpoint where in time this hypothetical attack may occur, but we do have a guest on the bridge. Someone by the name of Daniels."

Archer motioned for Kirk to follow him to the bridge, began to walk at a quick pace, and responded, "I'll be right there commander, Archer out."

Earth, 1899:

Arthur Morgan stared intently at Agent Milton and couldn't contain his distaste for the man, "Sure, tuberculosis, I'll be dead soon… and you with me Mr. Milton."

Milton harumphed, "Sure, you'll be dead but I'll be…" before he could finish a huge explosion knocked both men on their feat and shattered the windows around them. Both men took a second to compose themselves and then heard the screaming, along with a weird sound that they had never heard outside. Arthur, coughing, picked himself up and looked out the window. What he saw terrified him. Some kind of skeletal looking creatures with cone shaped heads and what looked to possibly be men in white armor firing guns that shot out… red light beams? Arthur turned to Agent Milton and screamed, "You better take a look at this Milton!" Milton scrambled to his feet and peered out of the partially broken window Arthur was looking out of and gasped. Some strange looking ships flew over them, firing the same type of shots that those skeletal creatures and white clad men were firing into the people outside of the building. Arthur coughed some blood onto his hand and spit, looking to Agent Milton, "I don't have a damn clue of what is goin on here! But clearly our fight needs to be put on hold. Indefinitely. We have a bigger problem than each other right now!"

Milton nodded in agreement, "I'll untie the woman, you provide cover fire."

Arthur gritted his teeth as he saw some of Milton's men outside fire into the horde, doing almost no damage to them, "I'll sure as shit try." Arthur loaded some explosive ammo into his Springfield rifle, and shot at a horde of skeletal creatures heading for the building that they were in, surprisingly blowing a few bits with a well placed shot. "I figured out how to deal with the skeleton bastards but I'm not sure if it'll work on the white ones!" he yelled back to Milton as he and Abigail rushed to his side, both with a firearm in hand. Arthur looked at Milton and nodded, now was not the time to backstab one another, and they both knew it. Like it or not, they were stuck as allies for the foreseeable future.

Milton pointed at the door, "We all need to rush out, meet my men, and ride to your hideout to group up with your gang. It is the only way we may be able to survive this and spread the word. We need strength in numbers."

Arthur nodded, "Couldn't agree more." Arthur ran out of the front door, pouring explosive rounds into the skeletal creatures and white clad soldiers until a path was carved out for the three of them to run through the town to the few Pinkerton survivors on the outskirts of town. The trio ran, until they were cornered by a group of fifteen of the men in white armor.

"Drop your weapons!" yelled one of the men, pointing their weird looking guns at the trio.

Milton glared at the men, "Just who the hell are you?"

The man in the middle of the group of white armored individuals, likely the leader of the group Milton and Arthur both individually surmised, responded with a voice tinged with impatience, "We are soldiers of the Empire, now drop your weapons or you will be shot!"

Arthur, after assessing the situation, looked at Milton, down to his side where a stick of dynamite was and back to Milton. Milton nodded in agreement. Arthur placed his Springfield down and slowly raised his left hand into the air. "I said drop all of your weapons, the two of you next to him, drop them!"

Arthur looked towards the men, a determined look on his face, "Go to hell." Arthur threw the stick of dynamite right into the middle of the troopers, and before they knew what hit them, Milton placed a well-aimed shot right into the center of the dynamite, blowing the men to smithereens. "Well, at least we know the armor ain't something too special." Arthur said while quickly picking up his Springfield. With a quick nod from Milton and a frightened and confused look from Abigail, the three ran as fast as they could to the Pinkertons that Milton had said would be there. "I never thought I would say this Milton, I sure as hell hope your god damn men are alive."