Set in the timeline of Yesterday's Enterprise, a group of Starfleet officers set out on an unlikely mission of peace...
Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Alternate Universes, Expanded Universes Characters:
Dax, Ezri, Dax, Jadzia, Ensemble Cast - DS9, Ensemble Cast - VOY, Garak, Elim, Janeway, Kathryn, Kira Nerys, O'Brien, Miles, Odo, Paris, Tom, Sisko, Benjamin
Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, DramaWarnings:
NoneChallenges: TToT15 - FICLET FLASHDANCE
Challenges: TToT15 - FICLET FLASHDANCE Series:
17 May 2015 Updated:
25 May 2015
1. Unlikely Bedfellows by CaptainSarine
2. A Compromised Father by CaptainSarine
3. Serpents in the Grass by CaptainSarine
4. Calm Before the Storm by CaptainSarine
5. Splinters and Shards by CaptainSarine
6. HeghlumeH QaQ jajvam by CaptainSarine
7. The Caregiver by CaptainSarine
8. The Other Side of the Galaxy by CaptainSarine
9. bortaS bIr jablu DI reH QaQqu nay by CaptainSarine
Unlikely Bedfellows by CaptainSarine
Kathryn Janeway was not happy.
Ignoring the two security officers who moved in to flank her as she left the transporter room, she strode down the corridor to the Commodore's Office.
The doors opened at her approach. Admiral Spock looked up and rose in one swift movement. Janeway stood to attention, waiting for the doors to close before allowing her gaze to fall on the man who had dragged her ship off the front lines.
"It is agreeable to see you again, Captain."
"I would like to say the same, Admiral, but I know Vulcans do not like lies."
Spock raised a single eyebrow. "You are unhappy."
"Permission to speak freely, sir?"
Nodding, Spock sat back in the chair and steepled his fingers, gaze unwavering.
"Yes, I am unhappy. Saratoga was needed to hold the line at Regulus. With us pulled away, the other ships cannot possibly hold the planet against the Klingons. And if Regulus falls, so does the entire sector. We were holding out, Admiral. People sacrificed their lives to-" Janeway cut off, T'lar's sightless eyes flashing before her.
"You miss your first officer." Spock's voice was soft. "I understand, Captain. I have lost more than most in my years."
Janeway knew that was an understatement. Still, that did not change the reality of the situation at Regulus.
"I believe you have only recently come to captain the Saratoga?"
"Stardate 43625.2." Not a date she would ever forget. They had found out days later that Enterprise had been lost on that date. Destroyed protecting some spatial anomaly against three K'vort-class battle cruisers.
"An unfortunate date," Spock replied. “But one that may yet live on in our history as a positive turning point.”
Spock pushed the padd on his desk across to her. “It was the day I received this.”
Janeway scanned the screen, heart quickening as she read. “The Cardassians?”
“It would seem the Union is worried about the Klingons. Worried enough to be interested in forging an alliance with the Federation.”
“But the Cardassians...”
“Are far from being the ideal friends. One of my former colleagues once said the same about the Klingons. But they proved to be worthy allies, for a time. If a handful of events had gone differently in the past few decades... Perhaps we could have avoided this bloodthirsty conflict. The Cardassians may not be the allies we want, but they are the ones we need.”
“I...” Janeway hesitated. The Cardassians? They were almost as bad as the Klingons, from the reports she had read. Their occupation of the Bajoran Sector had gone almost unremarked in the chaos of war but their methods were said to be beyond brutal. Besides, none of this answered her most pressing question. “I don’t understand what this has to do with my ship and I.”
To her surprise, Spock smiled. “On behalf of the Federation Council, I have accepted the Cardassians’ offer for talks. And I need you and your ship to accompany me.”
A Compromised Father by CaptainSarine
Lieutenant-Commander Benjamin Sisko was nervous.
As he sat before the small comm system in his new quarters, he allowed one hand to brush against the baseball on the edge. The feel of the leather awoke a flash of memory – Jake, on his haunches, tiny face hidden behind the catcher’s mask. The memory resonated with pain. Jake-o...
Forcing the anguish back into a small corner of his brain, Sisko activated the tiny nanochip he had placed at the back of the comm system and watched for the secure connection to be made. While he waited, he thought back on his meeting with his new captain earlier.
Janeway had welcomed him with a wide smile when the door to her ready room slid open. Sisko had stood to attention, waiting for her to wave his salute away before relaxing slightly.
“Welcome aboard, Mister Sisko. I have to say, I was delighted when I saw that Starfleet Command was sending you as my new XO.”
“As was I,” Sisko had replied, more by rote than any true feeling.
Once the usual chitchat about former postings and shared acquaintances from the Academy had passed, Janeway had informed Sisko of the particulars of their next mission. Sisko had felt his stomach sink as she explained.
“Admiral Spock seems to think that the Cardassian offer is legitimate,” Janeway summarised, back behind her desk by this point. “He will be beaming aboard at 0700 hours and we have been directed to set course for a series of coordinates in the Badlands. The Cardassian representative, a man named Tain, will meet us there in one of their ships. If the talks go well, we will accompany Tain and his ship to the border of Cardassian space.”
At the time, Sisko had been taken aback both by the scope of Admiral Spock’s plan and the location for the meeting. Known for their intense plasma storms and gravitational anomalies, the Badlands were normally avoided by all but smugglers and pirates. Still, with the Klingon fleet forcing the Federation back on all fronts, it made sense for such a high profile meeting to take place in the relative security of the turbulent area of space.
Once the briefing had been complete, Sisko had returned to his new quarters. Though he felt sick to the stomach at the thought, he had known that he had no other choice than to make contact.
The comm screen flickered and then lit up, revealing the dim red-lit confines of the bridge of a Klingon Bird-of-Prey. A scowling Klingon face glared at him, thick eyebrows furrowed.
“What?” Sisko’s handler barked.
“I have news, Commander Worf. First, though, I want to see my son.”
Worf, son of Mogh, leared. “Your whining little whelp is fine, baktag. What is your news?”
Sisko closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again. “You may want to get a ship to the Badlands. There is a meeting there you will wish to attend.”
Serpents in the Grass by CaptainSarine
Kira Nerys was angry.
Keeping her back turned to the two men sat either side of the desk, she busied herself scrubbing at the tabletop, trying to force the burned taspar egg to vanish. When I joined Shakaar’s resistance, it wasn’t so that I could clean! The brittle brush almost snapped beneath her hands. Forcing herself to calm down, she reminded herself of the importance of her mission and focused back in on the conversation going on behind her.
“I swear, if I have to listen to Dukat proclaim himself the greatest administrator since Tret Akleen, I’m going to slit my own throat,” Elim Garak grumbled, his hands squeezing the glass of kanar as if it were Dukat’s own throat. “I still don’t understand why you had to bring him along.”
“Because whether we want to admit it or not,” Enabran Tain replied, his focus still on the pads in front of him, “Central Command is the power to reckon with in the Union and if we want this alliance to succeed, we need them onboard. And Skrain Dukat is Central Command in this sector.”
Garak scoffed. “Because he was the first of those armed fools to realise that the Bajorans might react better to a kind hand than a clenched fist...”
“He has increased ore production and reduced the number of casualties in the mines.”
“He hasn’t stopped those damned terrorists, though, has he?”
Kira tensed at mention of terrorists, but forced herself to continue scrubbing.
“Elim, this foolish jealousy you feel towards Dukat is unbecoming.”
“Jealous? Of that pompous, mindless-“
“Elim, enough.” Tain’s voice sharpened. “We have much bigger interests to occupy our time than Skrain Dukat. We must be ready for this meeting. An alliance with the Federation is our only chance. You’ve read the reports.”
Kira’s ears perked up at this. She heard Garak sigh and straighten in his chair. “Yes, Tain. I have read the reports.”
“The Klingon incursion has weakened our flank, at the worse possible time. If they continue to press forward, they could cut off this entire sector and swallow it whole. We could lose Bajor and all of its riches. And you know what could happen to the Union then.”
Kira did not need to hear Garak’s reply. She knew the answer as well as he did. If the Klingon Empire took Bajor away from the Union, the entire Cardassian empire would crumble. Shakaar was right. This could be exactly what the Resistance needed. In the chaos of war, after all, anything was possible.
As long as this proposed alliance failed to materialise. Kira knew what she had to do. The bomb was in place. Now she just needed to wait for the right moment to blow this ship, Dukat, Garak and Tain to atoms. And any Federation ship that came to meet them along with it.
Calm Before the Storm by CaptainSarine
Benjamin Sisko was calm.
As he stood at his station behind and to Captain Janeway’s right, he allowed himself to savour the quiet of the bridge. In the few days since he had joined Saratoga’s crew, he had come to respect their dedication and work ethic. He knew that Kathryn Janeway had only been in command for a few months, but in that time she had managed to mould these officers into a well oiled machine.
The turbolift behind him slid open and Sisko turned his head enough to see Admiral Spock step out.
“Admiral on the bridge,” he barked, standing straight to attention.
“At ease everyone,” Spock said, his lips quirking slightly.
Captain Janeway stood and walked over to greet the Admiral. A palpable tension filled the bridge officers – it was not every day that they found themselves in the presence of a legend.
“Captain, we will be arriving at the coordinates in twenty seconds,” the young helmsman, an Ensign Hawk, announced.
“Bring us out of warp, Ensign,” Janeway ordered. “Admiral, if you would like to take your position,” she continued, motioning to the temporary seat that had been installed next to her own.
Sisko watched Spock follow Janeway, feeling a familiar tension growing in his gut. In moments they would be arriving at their destination within the Badlands and their fate would be sealed. He knew that Commander Worf and his ship would be waiting for them and in all probability, Saratoga would be destroyed. Along with all of these men and women. Along with Spock.
Jake, though, he reminded himself, would be set free. He trusted to Klingon honour enough to believe that.
He had to believe that.
Sisko felt a slight tremor as Saratoga’s warp bubble collapsed and they dropped back into normal space. The viewscreen filled with an eerie orange light, the plasma clouds of the Badlands swirling in a tumultuous dance around them. Sisko picked out the elongated shadow of a Cardassian Galor-class warship off to starboard.
But no sign of the Klingons. Yet.
“Captain, we are being hailed by the Trager. An Enabran Tain for the Admiral.”
“On screen, Lieutenant.“ She glanced at Spock, a smile playing briefly over her features. “You’re up, Admiral.”
Spock stood, pulling down on his uniform briefly. The viewscreen flickered to life. Unlike most Federation ships, the Cardassians preferred to focus their outgoing video feeds on a single person, hiding the rest of the bridge behind. Sisko found himself looking at the heavily lined faced of a middle-aged Cardassian.
“Admiral Spock. It is good to finally see you in person.”
“Likewise, Mister Tain. I hope our talks will prove to be-“
“Captain! I’m picking up a distortion in the plasma fields.” Sisko swung his head round to look at Lieutenant Idaris, the young Trill officer at tactical. He saw her eyes widen as she studied her controls. “It’s a Klingon Bird-of-Prey, decloaking off the port bow.”
They had arrived.
Splinters and Shards by CaptainSarine
Kira Nerys was ready to die.
As she made her way down the corridor towards the engine room, she forced a picture of her family to the forefront of her mind, held it there. This was what she was fighting for. This was what she was willing to die for.
The doors to the engine room slid open. Kira slipped into the chaotic dimness, checking to make sure none of the Cardassian engineers inside saw her. Keeping low, she moved around the wall until she found the small hatch. One of the Bajorans working maintenance back on Terok Nor had left it unscrewed for her. Checking one last time that none of the Cardassians were watching, she pulled the hatch open and clambered inside.
Kira crawled through the cramped tubing. She heard a squeak behind her and froze, her heart racing. Twisting her neck, she saw a shadow against the wall – a furry pink vole. The damned things were everywhere on Terok Nor, attracted to power lines. Snarling, Kira kicked out, sending the vole scurrying away. Turning back, she continued making her way forwards.
Beneath her, she felt the ship buck. That felt like an impact. She stopped moving again. Probably plasma lightning or a phase variance.
Moments later, she arrived at the section Shakaar had identified in her mission briefing. Rolling over on to her back, she used her fingers to pry back one of the mesh squares, revealing a plasma relay. Heat washed over her, drenching her in sweat. On the side of the relay was the bomb, inert, a single light flashing on its side.
Kira went to lay the mesh down on the tube floor beside her when the ship shook again. She lost her grip and the mesh clattered to the floor. She winced. As she tried to calm her breathing, the ship shook and rattled around her. The plasma relay groaned and she heard a small explosion from somewhere nearby.
That isn’t a plasma storm. The ship is under attack!
Shaking her head, Kira decided that it didn’t matter. Maybe the Federation and the Cardassians had turned against one another. Maybe they had been caught in some pirate trap. Either way, she had a mission to complete. With shaking hands, she reached up to press the activating stub on the bomb.
Out of nowhere, a tendril of brownish-golden matter snapped across her field of vision, slapping her fingers away and wrapping around the bomb. With a single twisting motion, the tendril ripped the bomb off the plasma relay and pulled it away.
Kira spun round to see the vole she had kicked at behind her, a tendril extending from its front paw. As she watched, the vole began to morph and grow, revealing a humanoid with a strangely unfinished face.
“I don’t think so,” the shapeshifter said.
Kira opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound the very fabric of reality splintered into a hundred shards of pain.
HeghlumeH QaQ jajvam by CaptainSarine
Commander Worf was anxious.
Battle lust filled his heart and raced through his blood – he could see the Federation ship within his sights and wanted only to lower the cloak and unleash a torrent of fire and destruction on his enemies. For the glory of the Empire. For the glory of the House of Mogh.
“Calm, young one. Your moment will come.”
Worf turned and glared at his family’s q’m’pak. A position once akin to war leader, it now referred to a trusted servant, charged with councilling, advising and guiding the members of an imperial house. The House of Mogh, though, was the only one to have an alien as q’m’pak.
“You may glare at me as much as you wish, Worf, son of Mogh,” Curzon Dax growled, the clothes of a Klingon warrior strangely suiting on him. “But I watched you crawl out of your mother’s belly. I gave you your first bat’leth scar. Your father told me to watch over you and I plan to do exactly that.”
“You will respect my position, q’m’pak. I am second-in-command of this ship.”
“And that does not stop you from being too anxious at your first chance at Federation blood.”
Worf growled and turned away. He knew that he was too anxious. He had only to look at the ship’s commanding officer and see how General Martok remained a calm eye in the middle of the storm.
As he watched, though, Martok finally unleashed the dogs. Raising a fist, he leant forward, his eyes focused on the Federation ship.
The weapons officer targeted all weapons on the Saratoga. Worf felt his heart sing with the joy of battle.
The Yaghvang dropped the cloak and immediately began to fire at the Saratoga. Worf roared along with his fellow soldiers, his eyes never leaving the explosions that raced across the Federation vessel’s shields. Today was a good day to die. For the Federation.
Worf twisted around, saw Martok do the same thing. The soldier at tactical had a stricken look on his face.
“What is it?” Martok snapped.
“There appears to be a massive displacement wave moving towards us.”
“No, my general. It is not a natural phenomena. The computer... The computer has never seen anything like it.”
Worf turned back and his heart clenched. A coruscating field of destructive energy raced towards the ships, eating away at the storms surrounding them. “A weapon,” he breathed.
He felt a surge of anger. This was not the way for a warrior to die. Damning the Federation and its devious ways, Worf threw his head back and roared his defiance to the stars.
The Caregiver by CaptainSarine
Tanis was terrified.
As he approached the core of the array, he could not help but reach out with his fledgling powers, reaching out to feel the enemy waiting outside.
... cold... metal... flesh...
He closed his mind off against the buzzing thoughts, feeling a tear roll down his cheek as he thought back to the dark grey ruin they had made of his home, Ocampa. Of the millions who had once lived on his home planet, only the few thousand that the Caregiver had saved still survived.
The Caregiver... Tanis quickened his step, responding to the sudden urgency he felt through their telepathic link. The doors into the core opened, revealing a blissful Ocampa village instead of the metal chamber that should have been there. A small girl, blond hair wrapped around her head in an elaborate coil, played with a small ball at the entrance to the village’s main hall. She turned as Tanis joined her, her eyes cold and wary.
“Have they arrived?”
Tanis shook his head. “Not yet. The displacement wave has not returned from the Far Rim. But all three ships were collected.”
The Caregiver shook her head. Her voice when she spoke belied the youth of her appearance. “Time is running out, Tanis. Our enemy has not yet found the array but it is only a matter of time before they break my mate. Once they do...”
Tanis opened his mouth, hesitated and then pushed on regardless. “And you are sure that these outlanders will be able to help us?”
The Caregiver looked away. “I have seen it.” Her eyes grew distant, as if her gaze stretched across the very gulfs of time and space. “I have seen these people, this Federation, rise and bring about the fall of our enemy. I have seen events play out... differently to the way we know them. Something has changed, something elemental. That event, that fulcrum, has brought this enemy down on us. Only these people can help us.”
Tanis still felt a flurry of uncertainty but he had learned enough in the past few months to put his trust in the Caregiver. She had proven to be a friend to the Ocampa. She had always protected them. She would continue to do so as long as she drew breath.
An alarm rang out, an incongruous artificial sound in the rustic village scene. As the Caregiver looked up, the village vanished, replaced by the blue metal of the array’s core. Above them, a spherical viewport flickered, clearing a moment later to reveal the starscape outside the array.
Tanis felt his heart sink. An enemy ship approached, angular and terrible. The alarm ceased, replaced by a transmission from the approaching vessel. As the metallic voice echoed in the core, Tanis prayed that the Caregiver was right.
“We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your array. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us.”
“Resistance is futile.”
And so it ends... or does it! :)
Don't worry, I'm not leaving this cliffhanger. Yesterday's Enterprise will continue throughout the Twelve Trials of Triskelion 2015, with a new ficlet every day until the trials end! (Apart from two weeks when I'm on holiday in early June!)
So check back tomorrow for the continuation of Yesterday's Voyage!!
The Other Side of the Galaxy by CaptainSarine
Janeway opened her eyes.
All around her, smoke filled the bridge of the Saratoga. For a moment, she wondered where she was. Had the Klingons attacked Regulus again? How had she ended up on the floor?
Suddenly, the events of the past few days came rushing back. Spock. The Cardassians. The Badlands. Hours compressed into moments – she remembered Lieutenant Idaris announcing the decloaking of a Klingon Bird-of-Prey, the exchange of fire and then Sisko calling out a strange sensor reading. A displacement wave sweeping through the Badlands towards them. The Saratoga had shook like a rattle in a baby’s hand, there had been explosions, screams, fire...
Rolling over on to her hands and knees, Janeway called out. “Report!”
She heard a groan, followed a moment later by a dark hand appearing over the top of the nearest station. The clean-shaven face of Lieutenant-Commander Sisko, blood pouring from a gash in his brow, came into view.
“What happened?” he asked, wincing at the broken sound of his own voice.
Janeway shook her head. “I don’t know. How is the ship?”
Her tone of voice seemed to bring him back to himself and he shook his head, forcing himself to stand up, his eyes already searching the screen in front of him. “Hull breach, Deck Nine,” Sisko said, eyes widening. “All comms are down, trying to reestablish.”
Trying not to allow the fear she felt at the mention of the hull breach show on her face, Janeway turned to study her bridge. To her relief, everyone seemed to have survived. Including Admiral Spock, just pulling himself to his feet, his grey hair and face covered in soot but otherwise looking unharmed.
“Once comms are back up, order repair crews to Deck Nine. And someone tell me what is going on outside. Where are the Klingons?”
Janeway moved over to Spock, reaching out a hand to steady him as the ship’s deck rolled slightly beneath their feet. She looked into his eyes, searching for any signs of disapproval or anger. He met her gaze steadily, his mouth twitching. “I am fine, Captain. Care for your ship and her crew.”
Nodding, Janeway turned back to Sisko. “Any luck with those comms?”
“I’m trying Captain but...”
“Captain, I’m picking up two objects around us,” Lieutenant Jadzia Idaris said from her station at Tactical. “It’s the Klingon and Cardassian ships. Both appear to be drifting.”
Thank heavens for small mercies. At least they didn’t have to worry about dealing with the Klingon Bird-of-Prey or misplaced anger from the Cardassians. “Do we know what hit us?”
Idaris shook her head. “No, sir. Not yet. But...” She trailed off.
“I’m going to need something more concrete than that, Mister Idaris.”
Colour flooded the young woman’s cheeks, causing her spots to appear even more prominent. “Yes, sir. If the sensors are working properly, we’re over seventy thousand light years from our last location.” She looked up at Janeway, fear evident in her expression. “We’re on the other side of the galaxy.”
bortaS bIr jablu DI reH QaQqu nay by CaptainSarine
Worf was not amused.
“What do you mean, the Delta Quadrant?”
The bekk at the sensor station quailed slightly at the tone in the Commander’s voice. He had only arrived on the bridge moments before, called up to replace the Lieutenant who had been killed during the Federation’s cowardly attack. That lack of preparation was the only reason Worf had not yet thrust his d'k tagh into the boy’s belly.
“Let me see,” Curzon growled, thrusting the bekk out of the way. Worf knew that if his q’m’pak had done that to a more seasoned member of the crew, he would have found a knife at his throat. He also knew that the old Trill would have had his own knife in the attacker’s groin before either of them had time to blink. He grinned at the thought. Curzon Dax may not be a Klingon but he had a true warrior's lust for blood.
“The boy is right,” Curzon said after a moment. Worf cursed and sprang around the station, pushing the bekk further out of the way. He looked down at the sensor screen, studying the readout before lifting his eyes to meet Curzon's. Worf saw something there that he had never seen before. Fear. “Somehow we have found ourselves on the far side of the galaxy.”
“Federation.” Worf said the word like a curse.
“I do not think so,” his mentor replied, his eyes returning to the sensor station. “It would seem that whatever dragged us here brought the Saratoga and the Cardassian ship Prakesh along with us.”
“That does not matter,” Worf barked, returning to the central chair and facing the viewscreen. “It was Federation treachery caused this. They will pay.”
The smoke on the bridge cleared enough for Worf to see the Saratoga appear amongst the stars. Glancing down, he met Martok’s dead eyes as they stared up at the ceiling.
The Federation would pay for this. They would pay for the death of the General.
Worf, son of Mogh, would see to it.
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