June 1, 2017

Vortex - Part Five

"In a few moments, you will be boarding a transport that will take you to your ship! Please line up along this wall and wait for further instructions!" she gestured where the crew should go. They complied. "Will the executive officer, Captain, and Admiral please line up in the back of the line for security purposes! Thank you!" Aaen was the eighth or ninth in line.
The intercom activated. "Transport Alpha-Charlie-India, standing by for immediate launch." a male voice echoed through the room.
"Roger that, Alpha-Charlie-India," Metta replied. "Crew coming."
"Copy."
She led the crew through the jet bridge and then boarded the transport. The transport got clearance to depart. After a few sharp maneuvers putting some distance between Starbase One, the transport's warp drive activated. In what seemed like seconds, the transport's captain ordered the transport out of warp—
Aaen found himself speechless, silently agreeing with the flood of awe throughout the cabin as he looked wide-eyed at the Magellan through the main viewscreen. The image from the briefing was a hilarious understatement of her sheer size. She seemed like she must have been a whole astronomical unit (AU) in diameter; the briefing suggested she was closer to a mile or two in diameter. Good enough, Aaen decided.
The transport docked within a minute on one of the runabout pads. After the pad lowered into the station's second innermost ring, the crew offloaded and followed Metta through a brief light-lined maze to the main circular entrance to the bridge. The door was closed; a biometric palm scanner was the only key. Aaen noticed the heavily armed and armored security forces doing scans of the corridors and other various areas of the—station—and he relished the sounds of beeping computer terminals, and the atmosphere circulation system. He half started wondering if the place was literally alive or not. The Voyager is huge and had a cosmetically majestic quality inside and out—this place seemed more like it was its own fleet.
Metta opened the door with a scan of her right hand. The door rolled open like bolts in a safe door. "Three at a time!" she gestured for the first three to walk toward her, and then she gestured for them to proceed to her right. Aaen couldn't help but note a firm rumbling sound rolling through the environment ahead, and then through the corridor; Aaen noticed there were more subtle expressions of awe, and then a fourth individual—Admiral Daymont? Aaen wondered—gave directions as to where they were supposed to sit.
Two more groups boarded, and then Aaen was at the head of the line. He felt a surge of anxiety coursing through him. He couldn't wait to see the bridge!
"Go ahead," Metta said.
Aaen walked around the corner. He stopped cold in his tracks, awe-struck. Walking onto the Magellan's bridge was like walking onto an amphitheater—one that gave Aaen the immediate impression that Magellan meant business. The beast was sleeping, but its strong but subtle mechanical heartbeat could be felt in the deck plating. He admired the smaller black and gold Spacefleet Command logo behind the Admiral's station at the back of the bridge, the tall main viewscreen at the front, and the array of carefully aligned crew stations on both sides; the colorful wall and overhead lighting clearly identified the space station's alert readiness. Right now the station was on the lowest readiness level, meaning all was generally well; the station's defensive systems were not powered. The only way that would change is by order of the onboard Admiral, Captain, or supervising Admiral of a given theater of operations at Spacefleet Command in the event of a fleet-wide alert. The last time something like that happened was when outposts along the Romulan border and the Federation border suddenly were destroyed. Both sides denied having any responsibility for the lost outposts. The real culprit later made itself known when a Spacefleet vessel sent a distress call reporting it was under attack by a 'Cube-shaped' vessel on routine patrol near a distant Federation colony. Which the Enterprise-D was later sent to investigate after Spacefleet Command lost contact with the colony. After investigating, evidence was found the Borg were in Federation space. Hours later, Captain Picard of the Enterprise-D signaled Admiral Hansen at Spacefleet Command that the Enterprise had engaged the Borg. Aaen thought it interesting that he and fellow crew members were standing on the bridge of a space station equipped with Borg technology. He was curious to see just how fast the space station would travel when the transwarp drive was activated. He grinned at the knowledge that he, as the station's helmsman, would be able to activate that engine drive system. He couldn't wait for that order to come. The Major, by rank, who chose the job of Admiral on the station would be the one to give that order. Lucky.
Aaen was directed to his station at the top-right of the bridge, closest to the bridge entrance. He took his seat and watched as the rest of the bridge crew loaded onto the bridge and were directed to their seats in about two minutes, Aaen guessed. Two yeomen stood on opposite sides of the bridge as Admiral Daymont entered last and then took position next to the Admiral's computer station. The executive officer boarded and took his position towards the center of the bridge, two seats in front and below of the assigned Admiral to the bridge.
"Alright, everyone! Your command crew will soon be boarding the bridge. It is customary and tradition to stand out of respect when the captain and then the Admiral enter the bridge! When the captain boards, please follow her instructions!"
The captain entered moments later, standing behind her station immediately to the right and slightly below the Admiral's computer station.
"Admiral to the bridge!" she authoritatively declared. The bridge crew stood up sharply and watched as the Admiral walked behind Aaen to her computer station and then faced the main viewscreen.
"Crew, at ease. You may be seated," she said.
Training on the bridge controls took about twenty minutes by listening to a brief recording. Aaen's recording lasted only three or four minutes and covered how to log into each of the three different computer stations associated with his job on the station, and detailed how to control the ship's heading, speed, an overview of the station's thruster controls, and the translight drive. He was eager to try that. He patiently waited for the rest of the bridge to finish over the next ten to fifteen minutes. When that finished, Admiral Daymont stood at the bottom of the bridge holding a small writing platform at his side in his left hand while looking up at the rest of the bridge.
"Alright, Admiral, Captain, and crew, training's finished. It's time for you to get underway. Get to your destination as quickly as you can, and remember to stay in communication with Spacefleet Command. Admiral, Captain and crew, good luck!"
Multiple crew members responded with a 'thank you' as Admiral Daymont walked up a short series of steps near Aaen's station and then off the bridge.
Moments later, a voice filled the bridge speakers.
"—'er, Engineering to the bridge, is anyone up there? This is Chief Engineer Lieutenant Watson down here on deck fifty in main engineering! Can anyone up there here me?" a 30-something or 40-something-year-old male voice said over the intercom. 
"Yes, Chief Engineer, this is the Admiral. We can hear you. You're loud and clear." a young woman about eighteen or ninteen years old, Aaen guessed, with light brown hair dressed in a similar crew uniform—hers was uniquely a shade of blue over black—under a white cotton labcoat with the word "Doctor" entered the bridge. She kept her hands in her labcoat pockets on what Aaen guessed was her Medical Scanner and undoubtedly an ample supply of multi-colored field medicine, all stamped with the letter 'M'. She started casually walking around the bridge in an irregular path asking various crew members how they were feeling. . . . 
"Oh, that's great to hear, Admiral. It's a pleasure to have you on board, sir!"
"I'm a ma'am."
"Oh, yes, of course! Sorry about that, ma'am, we get a lot of different commanders around here. Thank you for not demoting me to janitor duty!"
"You're welcome, Lieutenant Watson. Just . . . don't let it happen again."
"Absolutely and roger that! Admiral, if it's not too much for me to ask where are we goin' today? Spacefleet Command hasn't told me anything about our mission today."
"It's largely classified, but we're heading into deep space to provide security for a special science experiment for the Federation."
"A 'science experiment?'"
"Yes.


*****

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May 25, 2017

Vortex - Part Four

Jobs were assigned in two minutes. The command crew just outranked Aaen. Their uniforms were handed out promptly. Aaen stayed calm. Ten seconds later, the Helm job was announced; he volunteered to take the Conn. as he was not being interested in adjusting power levels, launching shuttles, or shooting at anything. At least, not yet.
"—Anybody?" Daymont asked.
Aaen raised his hand. The job was his. His uniform had yellow shoulders over black and had Chief Warrant Officer insignia on each shoulder. He was puzzled by this discovery, but nothing on the print so far indicated his rank had been reduced, so he kept to himself.
The rest of the bridge jobs were assigned promptly. Time for the briefing, Aaen decided.
The image on the screen changed to an image of a Defiant-class starship, and a logo next to the image showing a Defiant-class starship with an angry shark-like face bearing its many teeth racing from right to left. Aaen had heard about the Defiant-class. The only common knowledge was that it was overpowered and had almost as many teeth as a galaxy-class—but the Defiant-class was comparable in size to Aaen's favorite ship.
"This is the USSC Ranger. As you can see, it's a. . .unique. . .class spaceship. Right now it's the only one in all of the fleet. Some of you may be wondering, 'why is this one part of the Magellan?' he paused, changing the image again, this one showed technical information. Five seconds later, the room was flooded with expressions of awe. "It's. Got. Teeth." Daymont continued. Aaen's interest in the Ranger's tactical abilities had been piqued; he concluded Daymont was hinting at the apparent fact that the Defiant-class starship was a sort of warship. Daymont went over all of the Ranger's technical specifications  . . .  Aaen was wide-eyed at what he heard over the next minute. The Ranger was under the captain's control.
The briefing proceeded to talk about the Magellan, herself. Aaen was blown away at the sight of an image taken of the 'ship'—that's not a ship! That's a freakin' fortress! Cardassian, by design, Aaen reasoned, given the station's curving docking arms above and below the central command and control core section; he also noticed the dark brown coloration of the hull. There's no way that thing can move! . . . Or can it? 
The mission briefing continued with the Magellan's technical specifications, starting with its crew compliment, tactical and scientific outfitting, and then its propulsion systems. WOAH! Aaen thought, blown away at the station's apparently equipped with standard thrusters, sublight engines, over two thousand of one type of torpedo, two hundred of another torpedo, fifty high-output cannon emitters and arrays, fifty shuttles, two hundred drone fighters, and special weapon systems called the CRM-115, and then there was the THX-1140. When activated, the CRM-115 gives everyone access to a torpedo launcher with five torpedoes and a cannon array; the THX-1138 . . . Aaen gasped in shock and awe at Admiral Daymont's description of the weapon system, "could punch a hole through an entire planet." And let's not forget about the Translight Drive! The last time Aaen heard about that faster-than-light space engine drive system was when it was installed on the Excelsior-class starship, and that was only as an experiment conducted by engineers to see how human-manufactured ships would handle such a space engine drive system compared to standard star-drive design. The first starship to be equipped with the drive was the USSC Excelon when a gutsy captain 'borrowed' prototype to recover an old friend from a distant planet after he realized that he was still somehow alive. He started wondering if Magellan had been selected for a translight drive, or if it was, "—recovered from a destroyed alien ship." said Admiral Daymont. Aaen was increasingly wide-eyed at the fact. "that was destroyed at Bear 340." That was the ship that captured and assimilated one of the Union's most mentioned captains, Aaen recalled. "You are going to use the hyper translight drive to travel to these coordinates." Admiral Daymont wrote a series of largely curved lines, and then four smaller circles on the wall-mounted surface behind him, and then a dot at the circles' intersecting point. Aaen looked at the dot and compared it to the rest of the drawn map and noticed the dot was in the middle of nowhere in deep space. Aaen thought the location was apt to reduce the likelihood of interference from any outside party. "A Union scientist will be carrying out an experiment that may result in our having a new way of traveling through space, possibly subspace, at speeds that would make even the fastest traditional-faster-than-light space engine seem very slow by comparison. Unfortunately, we are not the only government that knows about this experiment's taking place in a matter of hours. Somehow, the Orions, Rotelans, Thorelians, and Fereni also know about what is to come thanks to what Intelligence can only reason as being the result of an elaborate spy network. Whether or not those four governments are working together or not we don't know, but we can't rule the possibility that they might individually or collectively try something to try to steal the experiment for whatever purpose. You are all responsible for ensuring the security of the area upon arrival, and do what you need to do to ensure the experiment is carried out and that no one steals the experiment. Does everyone understand?"
The room silently responded in the affirmative.
"Good! If everyone will please stand up and push in your chairs. A transport will take you to your ship. Best of luck to you all!"
"Admiral and crew! May I have your attention, please!" a short female officer with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a bright blue short-sleeved uniform called the crews' attention toward the back of the room. Aaen read her name printed on the front-left of her uniform. Metta. Metta opened a large black door leading to what Aaen guessed was a jet bridge. 


*****

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May 18, 2017

Vortex - Part Three

Fleet Admiral Williamson entered the room next. All focused their attention on him as he stood ten feet in front of the steps towards the middle of the room. He blew a sharp whistle. The chatter ceased almost instantly.
"Troops! My name is Fleet Admiral Williamson. I'm the boss. We want to get you all into your ships as quickly as possible, so please listen carefully. Behind me are the Admirals who will be overseeing each of your missions tonight."
He introduced each one in turn with an outstretched hand. First, Megan, a two-star Admiral overseeing the Falcon; next, two-star Admiral Call, overseeing the Odyssey; three-star Admiral Daymont was overseeing the Magellan; two-star Admiral Stacey oversaw the Galileo, and Commodore Houston was overseeing the Voyager. A Lieutenant Commander and five others lined up behind Admiral Megan, a Lieutenant Colonel and seven others lined up behind Admiral Call (Aaen looked at his rank paper to find Lieutenant Colonel as only a few ranks below Admiralty); a major and ten others lined up behind Commodore Houston; Aaen and twelve others lined up behind Admiral Daymont. Each crew left the room following their assigned Admiral.
After a brief restroom break, Admiral Daymont led the thirteen crew members into the same briefing room where Aaen recalled having been briefed for Intolerance. He was the third crewmember to enter the room. There was a cool, but comfortable chill as he passed through the room's threshold; Aaen liked the sensation on his face, and felt his enthusiasm building at the sight of the darkened room and the Magellan's logo projected onto a screen next to the black desk at the front of the room to his left, a desk that bore a black and gold variant of the Command logo. The room was very dimly lit; behind the desk, a wall-mounted writing platform with light beaming onto it from an array of small ceiling-mounted lights. He quickly took his seat at the head of the first of three tables and watched and waited as the rest of the crew took their seats. Admiral Daymont stood behind the desk and faced the crew.
Aaen leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and putting his weight on his elbows as he coupled his fingers. The crew gave Admiral Daymont their full attention.
"Alright, troops. The sooner we get through this briefing the sooner we get you all into your ship. It takes thirteen people to run the Magellan's bridge." he activated a small laptop computer on the desk and entered a command which changed the projection to show all of the senior officer bridge jobs, starting with the job of Admiral and ending with Deputy Security. He described each of the jobs in detail in what Aaen estimated was thirty seconds to a minute each. The Admiral runs the ship, but he or she focuses on the RangerMagellan's peripheral spacecraft, and basically The Union's first warship, though it is considered and regarded as an 'escort.' Aaen quietly and subtly laughed at the obvious inference. The captain focuses more on the ship's internal operations. The executive officer supports the captain and the Admiral and serves as the bridge for the rest of the crew to the captain and the Admiral. Everyone has a computer and unique functions that they can perform with that computer. The executive officer and two bridge security officers get sidearms.
Great. Aaen thought skeptically, there are security officers on the lower decks, but only three people are expected to be able to protect the bridge of the largest traversable spacecraft (station) in The Union's fleet. Aaen was starting to wonder about Magellan's tactical capabilities. If, in the unlikely event the bridge should be taken over by a hostile outside force  . . .  what are the real odds of three people preventing that take over from being successful? He wondered skeptically, he felt his curiosity building, and he was becoming increasingly anxious to find out just how serious Magellan could get if the Admiral or the captain declared red alert, and the ship came under hostile fire. How many ships could Magellan take on in combat, if that were to happen, and hold its ground before. . . 


*****

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May 11, 2017

Vortex - Part Two

Aaen again nodded. In less than a minute, he found himself in a larger room where Commodore Houston looked at him with a smile. He stood at attention. She quickly waved him off. "Welcome! Put your sleeping bag against the wall, and then take a seat on the steps." Aaen did so with a simple, emphatic and abrupt outstretch of his arm. He took his rank paper and took a seat where four or five other officers had already arrived and were waiting. He found himself the focus of their attention. He sensed they were as curious about his rank as he was about theirs. Something told him he was at best the second highest ranking officer on the deck. No problem.
He sat down on the tallest of three steps. The fine Federation drapery hung from the focal point of the room in a way that caused Aaen to feel inspired. He looked at the clock and admired the fact that only ten minutes remained until all present would be divided into their respective ship assignments. Aaen was excited to try working on the Deep Space Station Magellan; though the Odyssey was still lingering in the back of his mind. He admired the space station's name. In his mind, the name couldn't be recited without some provoked thought of rolling thunder, and even then, there was still an energy and a sense of pride that came from even knowing that's where one was headed. The station's existence was no secret, unlike the Galileo, and no one forbade the very mention of the station's name. Still, it was one of those assignments that most hoped for than found on their service record at any point in their careers. Aaen was curious why. He grinned.
"So what's your rank?" a male voice asked from Aaen's right. Aaen looked to see who had asked the question and then tilted his paper.
"—You're a Commander?—" he looked up at Aaen. "How many missions have you done here?"
"A few."
"Wow, someone must really like you, sir."
Aaen nodded, he scanned the list of ranks, and then noted where his rank was on the list. He was one-third the way up the proverbial chain to Admiralty. He maintained his grin. "What's yours?" Aaen quickly learned that his curious fellow was only a Lieutenant.
"I'm Aaen."
"Dylan."
"Good to meet you," Aaen said.
"What ship are you on, Commander?"
"Magellan."
"—Seriously?" Aaen noticed a sense of jealousy in the Lieutenant's voice. He found himself surprised at the Lieutenant's response, considering most people usually vie for the Voyager. While an untold number have also quietly hoped to be on the one ship rarely spoken of.
"Yeah."
"I'm on the Voyager."
Aaen nodded, noticing a flood of other Spacefleet officers, some male, some female, entering the room with a similar paper to his. They all filled the three steps. The room gradually filled with building chatter. Several more officers entered the room; these officers wore black short-sleeved t-shirts tucked in and quickly acknowledged the Commodore as they entered and then lined up against the far adjacent wall near the entrance. A few additional officers entered. They wore shirts with longer collars; their shirts varied in color from dark navy blue to bright green. None looked familiar to Aaen. 


*****

Steve H. told Jordan Foutin, "You are the next Tom Clancy. You really are a gifted writer."

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May 4, 2017

Vortex - Part One

The first day of Summer; 18:30 hours. Aaen donned his uniform in front of the top floor's hallway mirror of the family home, double-checking his rank insignia pinned to the white ribbon extending over his right shoulder, and brushing his hands down his front in hopes of ridding his uniform of any pet hair. He wanted to make sure he was looking sharp for his next assignment. One minute later, he went downstairs on his way to the shuttle port; he noticed through the back door window the Sun was almost completely down amid a crimson-orange horizon. He felt a surge of anxiety and excitement. Time to go, Aaen grinned. Enthusiastic and jittery, he picked up his sleeping bag and quickly thumbed through his two papers: one with his mission orders, the other was his rank certificate signed by Fleet Admiral Williamson, himself. Lieutenant-Commander, Aaen slowly went over the fact of his promotion in his head. Someone at Command undoubtedly read the First Officer's report from the Odyssey mission and put in a deserving good word in. He maintained his grin as he yanked his sleeping bag over his right shoulder and started for the shuttle. He recalled looking up the rest of the then-crews' ranks after returning home only a week ago. Most of that crew were still ensigns; one had been promoted to Lieutenant. Who was that again? Aaen didn't immediately recall. He was too focused on the fact that he had been recalled and assigned to a space station. The Odyssey would have been better, but he found the idea of being assigned to a space station for at least one space mission appealing. D-S-S Magellan. He raised his eyebrows at even the mental recitation of the station's name. The station was commonly regarded as a 'flying fortress'. He found himself curious to find out. Some deep space stations were for scientific research and development—for who-knows-what. Aaen didn't try to compute the possible answers to that question, though he silently speculated that the Union undoubtedly had to have someone figuring out new ways of keeping the fleet as technologically as far ahead of the Union's adversaries as possible. Not to mention the Rotelans . Yeah, especially the Rotelans . Contrarily, he started to wonder if the Union and the Rotelan Empire would ever find mutual peace; maybe even become allies? For the time being, Aaen decided that only time would tell . . . but he hoped that he would be physically present or even have a direct influence on that point, should such an opportunity present itself. Hopefully.
He tossed his sleeping bag in the cargo hold, and then enjoyed a brisk flight to Starbase One. After docking and then off-boarding, he waved goodbye to his parents as he started walking to the security check-in area. He turned in his papers to one of three wearing black uniforms bearing Command's logo on the outside of the right short sleeve, who was sitting behind a large shared desk. One paper got briskly scanned, and then the other—his rank certificate—was also scanned for two large bolded numbers in the top-center of the paper. The young lady who had his rank certificate looked up at him. "Have you been on any training flights or other programs since you were last here, Lieutenant Commander?"
Aaen looked at her gorgeous brown eyes and emphatically said, "Two missions on the Voyager; one on the Odyssey." She did a brief calculation, and then pulled a piece of paper from a short stack and wrote two new numbers down, one on each blank line, and then inched her pen from the bottom of the paper up the list of ranks . . . and then circled a new rank almost halfway up the list. Aaen read the upside down paper—WOAH!
She handed the paper to him with a smile. "Congratulations, Commander. Head down the hallway to your right for further instructions."
Aaen nodded acknowledgment. He relished the gently reverberating computer beeping and similar sounds flowing through the hallway. Another wearing a black short-sleeved uniform, male, extended his right arm to Aaen's left. "Head down this hallway to the door that's open." 


*****

Steve H. told Jordan Foutin, "You are the next Tom Clancy. You really are a gifted writer."

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April 27, 2017

Bug Hunt - Part 30

The shuddering became increasingly sharp with each shot at Odyssey. Aaen braced against his station, feeling the hull passively shifting beneath him with each missed shot despite his trying to keep the ship from being pulverized with sharp evasive maneuvers. He gritted his teeth as he determinedly glared at his screen, clicking different thruster controls at what he decided were random course corrections. He tried to dodge the bright thundering green bolts of pulsed lightning which he judged were random shots in the not so figurative dark because the Orions' targeting sensors couldn't get a fix on Odyssey. Aaen took pride in the fact that Odyssey hadn't taken a hit—yet. He felt his forehead becoming cold with perspiration, and then the sensation spread gradually to his face, head, and neck. C'mon! He glared at his screen, feeling himself starting to panic at the thought of a pulse hitting Odyssey. He started feeling pressure in his chest, and his hands were becoming clammy. The Orions' were getting closer, he realized. "I don't know how much longer I can keep us from getting shot, Captain! That Dreadnought's getting closer with each shot! I'm going to try to put more distance between the Dreadnought and us—" the hull shuddered again. The sheer force of the pulse thundered through the bridge; the lights flickered for several seconds. The sound of dwindling power hummed through the bridge.
"Captain! The battle cruisers are moving." Sensors said. "Looks like they're assuming a different tactical formation."
"Where are the Marauders heading?" Aaen asked.
"Just focus on keeping us out of their line of fire!" the Captain said.
"Captain, I need to know where they're heading so I can keep us out of their—" the main viewscreen lit up, and the ship rocked violently to port. Aaen could feel the bow gradually drifting down. A flood of alarms filled the bridge. The lights dimmed sharply, and sparks filled the bridge computer screens.
"That shot came from the Marauder to Starboard!" Sensors said.
"DIRECT HIT TO THE FORWARD SHIELDS!" Jason yelled.
"DAMAGE?" the Captain. The sound of collapsing metal bulkheads filled the bridge for five seconds.
"The forward shields took the brunt of the impact—" the hull shuddered again after a near-miss from the Dreadnought. The crew braced against their stations. A flood of pulsed lightning narrowly passed by Odyssey. Aaen was frantically trying to use the thrusters to dodge the incoming fire but doubted his efforts were going to be effective for much longer. The hull was still rattling from the near-miss. "But we did take some damage to our main power grid. The Stealth System was affected." the deck plating shuddered again, and Aaen could feel the hull's direction shifting beneath him. "We're probably registering as an intermittent radar blip on all three of the Orion ships' sensors." Operations said frantically.
"Captain! The Marauders have taken up a position at our five and four o'clock directions!" Sensors said.
"They're trying to triangulate our position!" Aaen said.
"How do you know?" the Captain asked scornfully.
"Think about it, Captain!"
"He's right." the First Officer said.
"With all of that power in the stealth system, we've put them in a position where they've probably realized that they'll need to take the steps they're taking to find us. We're gonna be dodging about five or six different waves of fire before long! I don't know how much longer I can keep us from taking damage! We're probably going to have to engage the Orion Marauders, Captain!" Aaen said.
"Are you freaking crazy, Lieutenant!" the Captain said.
"The Marauders out gun us two-to-one!" Sensors said. "And that pulsating weapon the Dreadnought's been shooting at us is being fired with one-hundred-twenty terawatts of particle energy!"
"One direct hit from that weapon will tear the ship apart, shields or no shields!" the Engineer yelled. Tell me about it! Aaen silently agreed.
"We're not gonna take on the Orions!" the Captain announced. "That's suicide, Lieutenant!"
"Does anyone have any better suggestions?" Aaen asked.
"—And how can he be right, First Officer?" the Captain asked. Another shudder.
"We take another direct hit, the stealth system may go offline, and we'll be vulnerable." Another shudder.
"They're getting closer, Captain!—" twin cannon bolts crossed on the main viewscreen.
"They're missing by  less than fifty meters!" Sensors said. The deck plating shuddered.
"I strongly recommend we keep the stealth system enabled, but divert power from the warp drive to the weapons, thrusters and impulse engines!" Aaen declared. "Captain! We're running out of time, AND options!"
"I concur with Aaen." the First Officer said. "We can't keep hiding forever with three ships looking for us, and in such proximity. One lucky shot—"
"FINE!" the Captain snapped. "Operations, divert the power."
"So we are—" the hull shuddered again, this time twice as violently. Aaen could feel Odyssey was starting to get dizzy. "Urgh! Going to fight the Orions?" Jason said.
"Yes," the Captain replied.
"I'll go see if I can find Dimitri," the Doctor said as she quickly left the bridge through the main bridge hatch. Multiple cannon bolts crossed the main viewscreen; the lights flickered more violently.
"Captain, the Marauders are almost perfectly circling the ship!" Sensors said fearfully.
"They've almost found us!" Aaen said shockingly, noticing Communications turned around in her chair to look at the Captain with a fearful look on her face.
"Power's been diverted!" Operations announced.
"—Captain!" the First Officer snapped.
"Lieutenant! Full Impulse! Continue evasive maneuvers!"
Aaen nodded acknowledgment, and then replied, "Aye, sir!"
"—Tactical, keep the stealth system online, lock all weapons on the Marauders! Target their shields, first."
"Got it!"
The Captain turned in his chair to face the main viewscreen.
"All weapons locked!" Jason announced.
"I'll try to keep at least fifty kilometers distance between us at the Orions!"
"Fine. Tactical, fire cannons when ready!"
"Cannons firing!" the loud, sharp intermittent hiss of the cannons filled the bridge.
"Hit 'em hard!" Aaen said darkly. The hull shuddered again.
"Main power's holding!" Operations said.
"Shields are down to eighty-eight percent, and holding!" Jason said.
"Continue firing!" the First Officer said.
"Aye!" Jason acknowledged.
"Captain! Long-range message from Starbase One!—" the hull rocked violently to starboard. The bridge lights went dark as a dull hum filled the bridge and then gradually faded. Aaen felt himself sink into his seat and then felt himself starting to fall backward. He grabbed his station with both hands. The Dreadnought was getting bigger in the main viewscreen, he realized. Odyssey leveled out, and then Aaen starting maneuvering away and to starboard.
"The Marauders are in pursuit!" Sensors announced. The main viewscreen filled with static with each near-miss as more green pulses skimmed the forward shields.
"Direct hit on the Starboard Marauder!" Jason announced. "Their forward shields are down to ninety percent!"
"Good! Keep firing!"
"THEY'VE LOCKED TORPEDOES ON US!" Jason yelled.
"AAEN!" Operations screamed.
"HOLD ON!" Aaen yelled, trying to reassure the rest of the crew. Barrel roll! Aaen decided, pushing the applicable engine controls.
"INCOMING! Five seconds to impact!" Sensors yelled.
"I can fire a torpedo! Maybe it could negate theirs!" Jason said.
"DO IT!” the Captain yelled.
"HURRY!" the First Officer yelled.
Aaen piloted Odyssey hard to port and then started barrel rolling over the Dreadnought. The sight of the Dreadnought in the main viewscreen gave Aaen chills.
"TORPEDO AWAY!" the warhead screamed at its target.
—BANG
The bridge lights dimmed sporadically, randomly. The deck plating vibrated violently.
"IT WORKED!" Jason announced. The bridge crew cheered. 
"—The other torpedo's still tracking us!" Sensors sharply interjected.
"I've got it!" Aaen said reassuringly, maneuvering Odyssey below the Dreadnought, and then sharply to starboard.
—A thundering explosion rocked the ship; the deck plating vibrated sharply and then calmed as Odyssey passed over a rushing Marauder.
"The torpedo hit the Dreadnought!" Sensors said.
"Did it do any damage?" the Captain asked.
"—No!"
"Holy tough ship!" the First Officer said.
"It's gonna take more than that to prevent them from firing that torpedo!" Aaen said.
"What was the long range message?" the Captain asked Communications.
"Fleet Admiral Williamson's sending a fleet of ships at high-warp to our location!"
"Which one's?" the First Officer asked.
"They're sending the Andromeda, Yorktown, Akira, Jamestown, Defiant. . ." she took a deep breath. "And the Voyager." Aaen heard several gasps of relief throughout the bridge. 
"Now we just need not to blow up until they get here." the First Officer said. Aaen was struggling to dodge the incoming fire from the Marauders; he had a funny gut feeling about the Dreadnought. Why isn't it still firing? He wondered.
"Right. How long until the other ships get here?" the Captain asked.
"They're all traveling at warp nine-point-nine-nine-eight."
"That should get them here in about six minutes!" Sensors interjected.
"UHH! The Dreadnought's trying to lock some kind of weapon on us! —WOAH!" Sensors said.
"What's the weapon?" the First Officer asked.
"I don't know. I've never seen these kinds of readings before!" Sensors answered.
"There's gotta be some kind of weakness we can exploit on that Dreadnought!" Communications said.
"Are any of our scans getting through?" Operations asked.
"None!"
"Is the Dreadnought big enough for us to fly inside it?" Aaen asked.
"What?" Sensors asked.
"What are you—?" the First Officer asked mid-sentence.
"The only point of entry would be its forward compartment. I'm getting only a faint reading in that region of the Dreadnought. It looks like that's where it's going to launch that torpedo! We might be able to fly inside at that point."
"What are you thinking, Aaen?" the First Officer asked.
"If the fleet—Urgh!—doesn't get here in time, and if we can't take out the Dreadnought from the outside. . .then we might need to intercept the torpedo from the inside. A warhead barely small enough to fit in our cargo hold, but powerful enough to take out an entire planet. . .it might be powerful enough to destroy the Dreadnought!"
"How are we going to get out before it detonates and destroys us, along with the Dreadnought?" Jason asked.
"We'll just have to be careful!"
". . .We'll do that as a last option." the Captain said.
"Understood!"
"Captain! I don't recognize these readings, but the power levels in the Dreadnought are increasing!"
"I'll bet they're getting ready to launch that torpedo!" Aaen said. "Captain! I can't guarantee our safety for much longer!"
BANG
Odyssey rocked violently to starboard and spun horizontally so fast the crew struggled to stay in their seats against the G-forces.
"DIRECT HIT TO AFT SHIELDS!—AFT SHIELDS ARE DOWN TO TEN PERCENT!"
"How much—Urgh!—damage have we done to the Marauders!"
"I'm firing cannons, and we've used a third of our torpedoes! We've put a dent in the Marauders shields, but their shields are regenerating too fast for us to get through them!"
"I'm trying to stabilize the ship!" Aaen said. Over ten seconds the images on the main viewscreen stopped streaming from left to right.
"We're doing a good job of not getting hit! Good job, Aaen!" Sensors said. The bridge filled with five seconds of cheering. The flood of alarms continued.
"No hull damage yet! Good work, Aaen!" Jason said.
"My pleasure!" Aaen smiled.
"Captain! The fleet's two minutes away!" Communications said.
"The Marauders are still on our six!" Sensors announced. "They're locking torpedoes again!"
"Captain! There's three of them and one of us! There's only—" the hull rocked hard to starboard. Aaen struggled to remain upright. The bulkheads keeping the bridge from collapsing rattled amid the sudden and extreme turbulence.
"AFT SHIELDS. . .URGH!—ARE GONE!" the Engineer announced. "DIRECT HIT TO THE AFT-DORSAL HULL ARMOR!" sparks shot from around the computer screens, the lights flickered, and the deck plating vibrated so hard Aaen couldn't feel his knees; he felt like he was going to fall out of his chair.
Over the course of ten seconds, Aaen managed to stabilize Odyssey's directional attitude control. "I've got it! I'm continuing evasive maneuvers!"
"Good job!" the Captain said.
"One minute, thirty seconds 'til the fleet arrives!" Sensors said.
More red-yellow lightning crossed Odyssey's bow, Aaen noticed. NOT today! Aaen silently declared, refusing to let Odyssey be destroyed.
"Change course to rendezvous with the fleet! QUICK!" the Captain said.
"Roger that!" Aaen acknowledged, entering the appropriate navigational commands into his computer station. "That's a good idea! I think if we put some distance between us and the Orion ships—" the hull shuddered again. Aaen reasoned he made his point to the rest of the bridge crew.
"Kep—Keptin!" a heavily accented Russian male voice said over the bridge speakers.
"I'm here, Dimitri!" the Captain roared at the main viewscreen.
"De Doctor has healed me! I'm at my computer station! Keptin! We are faster and more maneuverable than the Orion Marauders—and the Dreadnought! De stealth ceastim will keep us off their targeeting seensors if we can put some deestance between us and the Orion sheeps!"
"That's what—!"
"That's what we're trying to do!" the Captain interrupted Aaen.
"Goot! Goot! I'm trying to work down 'eere with the Engineer up 'dere. Maybe we can—" another shudder, this one more minor than the previous shudder. The crew recovered in seconds.
"Thank you—Do what you can, Dimitri!" the Captain said.
"I will! Dimitri, out!" the line beeped closed.
"The Marauders' courses are becoming erratic! I think what Aaen's doing is working!" Sensors announced.
"Where's the fleet?" the First Officer asked.
"Thirty seconds at twelve  o'clock and closing!"
"The Marauders are still looking for us!"
"Main Computer! Cancel all alarms!" the Captain ordered.
"That's better!" Aaen said.
A reverberating hum filled the bridge for several seconds and then faded out.
"What is that?" the Captain asked.
"The Marauders' are trying to scan for our location! THEY'RE USING HIGH-INTENSITY MOTION SCANS!" Sensors replied frantically.
"NOBODY MOVE!" the Captain said. The reverberating hum gradually faded over ten seconds.
"The motion scanning beam's gone!" Sensors said.
"—Have we been detected?" Aaen asked.
Five seconds later, the bridge alarms sounded again.
"Oh crap! Their motion scanning beam was more intense then our stealth field! Captain! We have incoming! The Marauders are on an intercept course!"
"Where's the FLEET?" the First Officer asked.
"Dead ahead, twelve o'clock!"
"On screen!" the Captain said.
A fleet of dark-grey hulks of differing shape and size appeared on the main viewscreen, seemingly glaring at the crew in a perfect diamond formation. The largest ship led the battle group.
"We're being hailed! It's the Voyager!" Communications said.
"Open a channel!"
"Audio only!" Communications said. The Main Computer chimed confirmation of the order's having been carried out.
"This is Captain BelaFonte, commanding USS Voyager. Calling Odyssey. Odyssey, do you read me?" a female voice said.
"We read you, Captain! You got here just in time!" the Captain replied.
"Captain, what is your status?"
"My crew and I are fine, but our ship has taken damage when we tried to engage the Dreadnought and its two Marauder escorts. The Orions have the torpedo, and are preparing to launch any minute, now!"
"First Officer, we have intercepted the fleet!" Sensors said.
"Don't worry, Captain. The Calvary's arrived. I'm having my Communications Officer patch you into the fleet communications channel.
"Lieutenant, match the fleet's course and join the formation." the First Officer said.
"Roger that!" Aaen acknowledged.
After a series of sequential beeping sounds, the comm line filled with subtle background chatter.
"All units! This is Captain BelaFonte. Odyssey has joined the fleet. By order of Fleet Admiral Williamson, I am taking command of the fleet. Our orders are to engage the Orions and do whatever is necessary to prevent the launch of the advanced torpedo they've been illegally researching and developing inside Union space. Captains, I remind each of you that they are in possession of a Dreadnought. Don't make yourself an easy target. All units: assume attack formation Del—" the communication line filled with static and distortion for several seconds as the Odyssey's hull abruptly vibrated; the bridge rocked sharply as Aaen quickly started stabilizing the ship.
"It's the Marauders! They're at twelve o'clock, and they're firing on the fleet!" Sensors said.
"Apparently they're not the best shots at long range!" Aaen quipped.
"Let's not give them an easy target," BelaFonte said. An explosion sound filled the Odyssey's bridge, followed by another sharp rocking motion. "—All units, prepare to return fire! Andromeda and Akira, break formation and engage and disable the marauder to starboard. Yorktown and Jamestown, break formation, and engage and disable the marauder to port."
Each ships' Captain acknowledged their order. The comm line filled with more background chatter as Captain BelaFonte's voice overpowered the chatter. "Defiant and Odyssey, take up attack formation Delta-Two. Set course for the Dreadnought!"
"You heard her, Aaen!" the Captain said.
"Aye, sir!"
"Target at twelve o'clock!" Sensors announced.
"Voyager confirms!" BelaFonte said.
"Jeez! That sucker's huge!" Aaen exclaimed.
"Keep it together, everyone!" the First Officer said.
"The Dreadnought's trying to lock weapons on us an' the Voyager!"
"Don't worry!" BelaFonte said. "Odyssey, keep your stealth system online!—All ships: Weapons free! Weapons free!"
The comm line filled with multiple affirmative acknowledgments.
"Lock all weapons on the Dreadnought!" the Captain said.
"I already did!" Jason said.
"—FIRE!"
Aaen started evasive maneuvers as he looked at the main viewscreen; he determinedly watched as it filled with beam and pulsed cannon and torpedo fire from multiple vectors.
"This is it, crew!" the Captain announced.
Aaen watched five huge gleaming red darts pound the Dreadnought. Multiple cascading fireballs seemingly overlapped the target.
"Firing cannons!" Jason announced. Smaller hissing twin cannon bolts filled the lower corners of the main viewscreen, impacting the Dreadnought's forward hull.
"Voyager's torpedo spread took the Dreadnought's port shields down to only ninety-eight percent! Their shields are already regenerating!" Sensors said. "Our cannons did barely any measurable damage."
"That thing's taking this kind of a beating, and they're not even acting like we're scratching the paint!" Aaen said.
"The port Marauder's been disabled! It's lost one of its warp nacelles, and it's losing main power! I'm detecting a—" The main viewscreen lit up sharply.
BANG
The hull rocked violently, tossing the crew to starboard out of their seats. The bridge lights blinked off as the hull started shuddering; the bridge was full of reverberating electronic humming sounds. The comm line filled with static. Aaen felt as though he was pinned to the floor by gravity, itself. He struggled to grab his shared desk with Communications as he pulled himself with both arms just high enough to read his screen. He became wide-eyed at the navigational readings.
"—Re—REPORT!" the Captain yelled over the humming sounds.
"Direct—hit—to forward shields!" Jason yelled.
"WE'RE ON A HARD FLAT SPIN ON THE 'X'-AXIS!" Aaen yelled over a flood of erratic alarms. "—We're losing attitude control on the 'Y'-axis! I can't get a fix on our position!"
"I can't detect the rest of the fleet!" Sensors said.
"Forward shields are offline!" Operations said. "I'm not even getting any readings from the forward shield emitters!"
Aaen noticed the main viewscreen was full of distortion.
"I'm trying to stabilize the ship!" Aaen said, retaking his seat.
The main viewscreen and the comm link cleared ten seconds later.
"Captain, we're moving at one-half impulse—and we're leaking warp flush coolant!"
"De main computer core is stable!" Dimitri said.
"WOAH!" Aaen yelled, watching a trio of bright green orbs getting larger on the main viewscreen. Barrel roll! Aaen thought. "Thrusters are a little sluggish, Jason. You still have cannons?" Aaen said.
"Affirmative!"
Aaen dodged the first orb; the second grazed the dorsal shields as an electric buzzing sound filled the bridge for a half-second.
"There's a third warhead!" the First Officer yelled.
"I see it!JASON!"
"Torpedo away!"
A gleaming red dart impacted the green orb half-way, Aaen estimated. A flooding white shockwave rattled the hull.
"Good shooting!" Aaen said.
"Voyager to Odyssey! Captain! Report!" Delfonte said.
"We sustained a direct hit! We've lost our forward shields, and we've been reduced to half-impulse! We're also leaking warp flush coolant!"
"Acknowledged, Captain!" Delfonte said.
"Sensors are back online!—The power levels on the Dreadnought have increased by almost fifty percent!"
"My Sensors Officer confirms that reading!" Delfonte said. "Defiant!"
"Our shield grid took a direct hit," a loud bang filled the comm line. "and we've suffered some damage to our hull armor plating. We've disabled the second Marauder! We're still in the fight, Captain!"
"Good to hear! Voyager's shields are down to sixty percent, and our main power's fluctuating somewhat. The Dreadnought's got dual regenerative shielding, and we're reading more of their weapon systems powering up as we speak. All ships, converge on the Dreadnought! We have to prevent them from launching that torpedo!"
"Are anyone's sensors penetrating their hull?" Odyssey Captain asked.
"We're getting only faint readings, Captain!" BelaFonte said. "All units! Form up and lock weapons on the Dreadnought!" the comm line echoed with affirmative responses from the rest of the fleet. Aaen grinned. "All units! Fire at will!"
The cannon and torpedo fire was blinding in the main viewscreen. The Dreadnought's shields lit up brightly with each weapon impact.
"Are we doing any damage?" the Captain asked.
"Absolutely!" Sensors said. "Their primary shield strength is dropping! Eighty percent and falling!" the bridge filled with cheering for five seconds.
"Continue firing!" the First Officer said.
"More weapons signatures detected on the Dreadnought!" Sensors said.
"Odyssey to Voyager!—" the Captain said.
"We're getting the same readings!" BelaFonte said. "All units! Hit the Dreadnought with everything you've got! NOW!" the amount of chatter on the comm line tripled, Aaen guessed. He watched as a flood of weapon fire pummeled the target.  
"They've got a weapon lock on us!" Sensors said.
"Going evasive!" Aaen said. He performed a tight loop maneuver. 
"—They missed!" Sensors said. The bridge filled with gasps of relief.
"We've only got four torpedoes left!" Jason announced.
"We've collapsed their shields! Their weapons are nearly fully powered!" BelaFonte said. "Defiant! Attack pattern Theta-One. See if you and Yorktown can punch a hole in their hull!" After an affirmative response. The two ships joined formation and sped toward the Dreadnought.
"We're initiating a high-intensity scan of the remaining Orion ship!" BelaFonte announced. Voyager was gradually moving into view. A flood of green beams of light struck the Voyager. The bridge crew watched in horror as the beams smashed through their shields.
"Voyager! Captain BelaFonte! Respond!" Odyssey Captain asked.
"Our shields took a direct hit, and our hull integrity is down to forty percent!—We've lost cannons and our main deflector!" explosions and collapsing metal echoed in the background. "We're alright! Continue firing!"
A brilliant explosion filled the main viewscreen; debris scattered violently towards the fleet.
"DIRECT HIT! GOOD SHOOTING DEFIANT!" Sensors said. "CAPTAIN! We've blown a hole in their hull! I'm getting a reading on the torpedo! They're nearly ready to launch!"
"Is it too late?" the First Officer asked.
"No, First Officer! The torpedo isn't loaded, yet. Odyssey Captain, the rest of the fleet isn't as maneuverable as your ship. The fleet doesn't have enough firepower to take on that ship. It's up to you. You need to intercept that torpedo."
"We understand." the Captain replied directly.
BelaFonte gasped amid her heavy breathing, and then said, "—We'll give you cover fire for as long as we can. Hurry. According to our sensor data, they've started their launch sequence."
"Acknowledged!"
"Aaen. Set a course for the hull breach!" the First Officer said.
"Aye!" the hull breach was quickly in the center of the main viewscreen. The hole in the hull became gradually larger as Odyssey got closer. The main viewscreen filled with sharp flashes of weapons fire in both directions. The Dreadnought's awake! Aaen thought.
"There's the torpedo!" Communications said pointing at the moving image on the screen. The torpedo was moving to Odyssey's port side.
"We can't get in the hull breach!" Aaen decided.
"Fire cannons!" the Captain said. Odyssey's twin cannons beams narrowly missed the torpedo, instead scored the Dreadnought's secondary hull.
"Aaen, you said we wouldn't make it!" Communications said.
"Operations! Take power out of the aft shields—" Aaen said, interrupted by another rocking motion.
"Near miss!" Sensors said.
"Take the power out of aft shields and divert the power to the forward shields!"
"Do it!" the Captain said.
"Aaen!" Communications said.
"Hold on, everybody!" Aaen said.
BANG
"Dorsal shields down to thirty percent!" Jason said.
Aaen maneuvered sharply to port. A red dot proceeding down the way ahead.
"Forward lights!" the Captain said. A long tunnel became visible.
"Torpedoes locked!" Jason said.
"We're closing in on the torpedo!" Sensors said. "According to these readings, they're opening their launch door!" Sensors said.
The end of the tunnel started to part four different ways. "I can see the stars!" Aaen said.
"They're loading the torpedo! It's armed!" Sensors said. "Holy cow! They've got internal defensive systems!"
"Auxiliary power to the shields!" the First Officer said.
"It's loaded! They're launching any second now!"  
"FIRE!"
"Torpedo away!" Jason announced. A bright blue dart soared at its target. Two seconds later, the main viewscreen filled with a blinding white light. The hull started to shake and rattle progressively more violently.
"MAXIMUM SPEED!" the Captain yelled.
"Cross your fingers!" Aaen said. The bridge filled with screams of terror. The bridge screens sparked and flashed.
"C'MON, ODYSSEY!" Aaen yelled hopefully, struggling to stay upright amid the turbulence.
"SHIELDS ARE DOW—" Jason's announcement was drowned out by the overwhelming hull vibrations.
Ten seconds later, the only thing visible were stars.
"Voyager to Odyssey. There's a level fifteen shockwave building up inside the Dreadnought. Get outta there, now!"
"Captain! The Dreadnought's breaking up!" a female voice said in the background.
"Odyssey, get within tractor range!" BelaFonte said.
Aaen complied with the order.
"Helm! Get us outta here!" BelaFonte said.
"Aye!"
"All ships! Accelerate to maximum warp, now!" BelaFonte said.
"The shockwave is preventing us from forming a stable warp bubble!"
"Divert all available power to the warp drive and compensate!"
"Engaging warp engines!" Voyager Helmsman said.
"Aft view!" the Captain said.
The image on the main viewscreen changed. The Dreadnought's hull was starting break up as a blinding white light permeated the hull.
"Detecting numerous internal explosions!" Sensors said. "The Orions are launching escape pods!"
A bright white shockwave expanded in every direction.
"We're barely staying ahead of it!" Sensors said.
"We're accelerating, Odyssey!" BelaFonte announced. Aaen struggled to stay in his seat amid the turbulence. The shockwave started to get smaller in the main viewscreen.
"Warp point seven!. . ." Voyager's Helmsman announced.
"Shockwave impact in five seconds!" Sensors announced.
"Point eight!. . .Point nine!—WARP ONE!"
"It's still closing!" Sensors said.
"We're at warp three! Four!—" the hull started to stabilize gradually. "Five, and increasing!"
The shockwave was now a bright dot in the distance and then faded into the darkness.
"—We're clear!" the comm line echoed. The bridge filled with cheering and celebration.
"Good work, everyone!" BelaFonte said. Over the cheering echoing over the comm line, BelaFonte said, "Let's go home."
The fleet arrived at Earth two hours later. Each ship docked at its respective docking port, the crews offloaded, debriefed, and then returned to their homes. That night, Aaen couldn't wait for next time. He started to wonder when that might be. One week later, Aaen checked the mail to find a half-inch stack of envelopes in the family mailbox—including a security envelope from Command. Aaen quickly tore the security envelope open, pulled out the document and then scanned the document. Five seconds later, he grinned at his next assignment.
'. . .Magellan.'


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