Post by CaptainPierce on May 19, 2005 18:35:56 GMT -5
I'm always looking for new and quirky ways to write, so what I'm going to do here is a very WIP version of my latest idea. Don't be surprised if a lot of editing gets down to these posts...
Prologue
15 January, 2155
Deep underneath Starfleet Headquarters, in a secret command complex called "The Vault," Fleet Admiral Alan Gardner pondered his options for the hundredth time.
And, for the hundredth time, came to the conclusion that he didn't have very damned many.
The intercom on his desk chimed. "Defiant has dropped out of warp, Admiral," one of the young lieutenants manning the Vault reported.
"Send them in," Gardner ordered. The task force he'd assembled wasn't near as large as he'd have liked, a single Neptune-class cruiser flanked by a pair of Saturn-class ships; but Starfleet had been stretched thin--and lost a lot of ships--trying to put down the non-Terran rebellion. Realistically, he knew those three ships didn't have a snowball's chance in a supernova against those weapons on the Defiant, but he couldn't bring himself to give up Terra without a fight. "Give me tactical," he added, and the viewscreen on the wall of the office showed the wedge of three ships vectoring toward Defiant.
They were still well outside their weapons range when the tactical display showed Defiant firing. "Phasers" only, whatever the hell those were. "Good," Gardner said to himself, "you've still got to conserve those photon torpedos, don't you?" Still, they were enough. It only took one blast each to take out the Saturns, but Gardner was almost glad to see that the Neptune absorbed two hits before finally being destroyed by the third.
"Defiant is entering standard orbit, sir," the Lieutenant reported. She paused. "They're hailing."
"Put them through," Gardner ordered. All right, Archer, you bastard, he thought. You've won this battle, but the war is far from over...
The viewscreen came on, showing the bridge of the Defiant. Exactly the same as it had looked the last time Archer had contacted him--except that Archer was nowhere to be found. "This is the Starship Defiant," a woman's voice said, and it took Gardner a second to identify who was speaking. An Asian woman was stepping down in front of the main Bridge console. "If you don't surrender immediately, we'll begin targeting your cities. Respond."
Fleet Admiral Gardner was a veteran of conflicts with the Klingons, the Romulans, the Suliban, and a dozen other races, but there was one enemy he had no real defense against: confusion. He'd spent the better part of the last two days marshalling arguments against Archer--but Archer was nowhere to be found. "Where's Archer?" was all he could manage to say. "Who the hell are you?"
The Asian woman gave him one of the coldest smiles he'd ever seen. "You're speaking with Empress Sato," she said. "Prepare to receive instructions.".
Prologue
15 January, 2155
Deep underneath Starfleet Headquarters, in a secret command complex called "The Vault," Fleet Admiral Alan Gardner pondered his options for the hundredth time.
And, for the hundredth time, came to the conclusion that he didn't have very damned many.
The intercom on his desk chimed. "Defiant has dropped out of warp, Admiral," one of the young lieutenants manning the Vault reported.
"Send them in," Gardner ordered. The task force he'd assembled wasn't near as large as he'd have liked, a single Neptune-class cruiser flanked by a pair of Saturn-class ships; but Starfleet had been stretched thin--and lost a lot of ships--trying to put down the non-Terran rebellion. Realistically, he knew those three ships didn't have a snowball's chance in a supernova against those weapons on the Defiant, but he couldn't bring himself to give up Terra without a fight. "Give me tactical," he added, and the viewscreen on the wall of the office showed the wedge of three ships vectoring toward Defiant.
They were still well outside their weapons range when the tactical display showed Defiant firing. "Phasers" only, whatever the hell those were. "Good," Gardner said to himself, "you've still got to conserve those photon torpedos, don't you?" Still, they were enough. It only took one blast each to take out the Saturns, but Gardner was almost glad to see that the Neptune absorbed two hits before finally being destroyed by the third.
"Defiant is entering standard orbit, sir," the Lieutenant reported. She paused. "They're hailing."
"Put them through," Gardner ordered. All right, Archer, you bastard, he thought. You've won this battle, but the war is far from over...
The viewscreen came on, showing the bridge of the Defiant. Exactly the same as it had looked the last time Archer had contacted him--except that Archer was nowhere to be found. "This is the Starship Defiant," a woman's voice said, and it took Gardner a second to identify who was speaking. An Asian woman was stepping down in front of the main Bridge console. "If you don't surrender immediately, we'll begin targeting your cities. Respond."
Fleet Admiral Gardner was a veteran of conflicts with the Klingons, the Romulans, the Suliban, and a dozen other races, but there was one enemy he had no real defense against: confusion. He'd spent the better part of the last two days marshalling arguments against Archer--but Archer was nowhere to be found. "Where's Archer?" was all he could manage to say. "Who the hell are you?"
The Asian woman gave him one of the coldest smiles he'd ever seen. "You're speaking with Empress Sato," she said. "Prepare to receive instructions.".