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smartass_captain) wrote2018-01-02 04:47 pm
smartass_captain) wrote2018-01-02 04:47 pm
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Altamid and the Destruction of the Starship Enterprise [Going Dark Part 2]
Everything is gone.
Jim's pulled on his gloves and all weather survival suit that was stored within his Kelvin pod (and gods do not think about that now Jim there's no time--) before kicking the door open and touching foot down on Altamid. No sentient life on the surface but extensive activity below ground, the scanners said. The distress call came from a lone survivor on a science vessel doing work within a particularly dense nebula beyond Yorktown's space. Part of the base's purpose has been sending out Magellan probes to try and map out and penetrate this very entity.
Make known the unknown.
Kalara's ship was stranded. She needed help. Jim had been right in the middle of his meeting with the senior admiralty stationed at Yorktown when she arrived on site. Starfleet crafted a high stakes rescue mission. The nebula was far too dense for contact with Starfleet to be maintained. Any ship that went in there to perform a rescue operation would be completely alone. Obviously, there was only one choice on which ship to send. The Enterprise is the most advanced ship of her class and stationed at Yorktown. More than the ship's capability her crew contain some of the best officers in the fleet. Men, women, and others-survivors of both the Narada assault and the terrorist attack on Starfleet by one John Harrison. They were called back from shore leave and sent out to carry out the rescue operation. A call each of them swiftly replied to.
Half an hour ago there were four hundred and thirty six souls alive and well on the Enterprise. At least third of them are dead now, either sucked into space or killed outright by the assault on the ship and the boarding party. Jim's boots crunch on the dead plant matter underfoot and for all he knows he may be the only surviving member of his ship in this moment. Jim's still not sure what that swarm even was. They were ships of some kind, numerous enough to sacrifice dozens by hurtling them through the Enterprise's main engine, the nacelles, the ship itself.
The precious few minutes the attack lasted feel like an eternity. Jim can remember Spock's comm going dark, needing to separate the disc from what was left of the bulk of the ship. Buy enough time for the crew to use their escape pods. His body aches from the fight he got into with their attacker's leader. With every step Jim replays those moments in his head. What did a swarm of creatures from a supposedly uninhabited planet want with an artifact that for all intents and purposes was nothing more than a marker of his failure at negotiating a peace treaty between the Teenaxi Delegtion and the Fibonian Repubic? It was part of a weapon, Jim remembers. But only part. It was of no use alone.
If whoever initiated this attack was willing to destroy a Federation ship and her crew, potentially start a war with the entire Federation to get the artifact, Jim's willing to bet they already have the other part of the weapon. How they knew his ship was carrying it, the captain doesn't know. Doesn't care.
They took his crew. Whether they're alive yet or not, Jim doesn't know. But he has to find them. Has to find the ensign he hid the artifact with before the ship was abandoned completely. The Enterprise is destroyed but maybe he can save what's left of his crew. Movement catches Jim's eye. Kalara. She's survived too. Felix would have suspected her sooner, Jim's sure. The captain pulls his phaser out of its holster and hurries through the underbrush. He needs to find out what part she plays in this.
He needs a plan.
Jim's pulled on his gloves and all weather survival suit that was stored within his Kelvin pod (and gods do not think about that now Jim there's no time--) before kicking the door open and touching foot down on Altamid. No sentient life on the surface but extensive activity below ground, the scanners said. The distress call came from a lone survivor on a science vessel doing work within a particularly dense nebula beyond Yorktown's space. Part of the base's purpose has been sending out Magellan probes to try and map out and penetrate this very entity.
Make known the unknown.
Kalara's ship was stranded. She needed help. Jim had been right in the middle of his meeting with the senior admiralty stationed at Yorktown when she arrived on site. Starfleet crafted a high stakes rescue mission. The nebula was far too dense for contact with Starfleet to be maintained. Any ship that went in there to perform a rescue operation would be completely alone. Obviously, there was only one choice on which ship to send. The Enterprise is the most advanced ship of her class and stationed at Yorktown. More than the ship's capability her crew contain some of the best officers in the fleet. Men, women, and others-survivors of both the Narada assault and the terrorist attack on Starfleet by one John Harrison. They were called back from shore leave and sent out to carry out the rescue operation. A call each of them swiftly replied to.
Half an hour ago there were four hundred and thirty six souls alive and well on the Enterprise. At least third of them are dead now, either sucked into space or killed outright by the assault on the ship and the boarding party. Jim's boots crunch on the dead plant matter underfoot and for all he knows he may be the only surviving member of his ship in this moment. Jim's still not sure what that swarm even was. They were ships of some kind, numerous enough to sacrifice dozens by hurtling them through the Enterprise's main engine, the nacelles, the ship itself.
The precious few minutes the attack lasted feel like an eternity. Jim can remember Spock's comm going dark, needing to separate the disc from what was left of the bulk of the ship. Buy enough time for the crew to use their escape pods. His body aches from the fight he got into with their attacker's leader. With every step Jim replays those moments in his head. What did a swarm of creatures from a supposedly uninhabited planet want with an artifact that for all intents and purposes was nothing more than a marker of his failure at negotiating a peace treaty between the Teenaxi Delegtion and the Fibonian Repubic? It was part of a weapon, Jim remembers. But only part. It was of no use alone.
If whoever initiated this attack was willing to destroy a Federation ship and her crew, potentially start a war with the entire Federation to get the artifact, Jim's willing to bet they already have the other part of the weapon. How they knew his ship was carrying it, the captain doesn't know. Doesn't care.
They took his crew. Whether they're alive yet or not, Jim doesn't know. But he has to find them. Has to find the ensign he hid the artifact with before the ship was abandoned completely. The Enterprise is destroyed but maybe he can save what's left of his crew. Movement catches Jim's eye. Kalara. She's survived too. Felix would have suspected her sooner, Jim's sure. The captain pulls his phaser out of its holster and hurries through the underbrush. He needs to find out what part she plays in this.
He needs a plan.