My Story.

[Sir Goulum]

Please tell me what you think. It isn't finished yet, and I want to make it into a hundred or two hundred page book.

The Alpha Quadrent Troubles

Federation

Chapter 1

Captain John Necaro squirmed uneasily in his seat. The peace talks with the Gyronians weren’t going well and if they couldn’t ally with them, they would certainly join the war on the Dominions side. Necaro glanced at the comm to see if there was any indication of the Gyronians hailing the Borrot, a brand new Intrepid class starship. The young Bolian ensign seemed to notice Necaro looking over his way.
“Captain, I will let you know when we are being hailed,” he said with a hint of irritation in his voice.
“I know Ensign Hollemark. It just becomes quite uneasy when you haven’t heard from the conference in over 5 hours,” Necaro replied.
“Captain, why don’t you go to the holodeck and do something fun like a holo-novel?” Necaros first officer Richard Botak asked.”We will let you know if anything drastic happens.”
Necaro took that into consideration thinking that he hadn’t been on shore leave since 2 years ago. He thought about tanning on the shores of Hawaii in the holodeck for a couple of days and getting a massage by the Andorian Sea Spa in Honolulu.
“Good idea Number One. I think I might run my Hawaii holo-novel,” Necaro told him.”You know where I’ll be if you need me.”
The captain had full confidence in his first officer, but he still had this gut feeling that something was going on that he wasn’t aware of. As he entered the holodeck, he was instantly relieved to see the sun and palm trees of Hawaii. Since he hadn’t had a call from Botak he suspected that everything was going just fine.
“The Dominion ship has knocked out our propulsion and comm system. We’re dead in the water and speechless,” a young ensign called from his station as a console exploded in a lieutenants face which sent him flying back to an upper bridge console “Botak to Sickbay, we need a medic up here NOW!” Botak shouted.
“Sir, the internal communications have just been overloaded,” cried out the helm officer Ned Baranco. The look in his eyes showed that the shields were also failing.
“The Dominion Ship is hailing sir,” Baranco said.
“On screen,” Botak replied quite calmly considering the circumstances. The face of a young Vorta and a Founder flickered onto the screen.”Weyoun! Is it good to see you again! Beam the captain and crew into captivity.” Baranco looked menacingly over at Botak and whipped out a phaser to stun him. When the beam shot out it went through Botak and hit the console behind him. Botak then melted away into a gold-bronzish goo that slimed its way over to Baranco. It formed again as his human disquise.
“You-you’re a founder!” Baranco stammered.
“What else would I be? A Cardassian vole?” the ‘first officer’ snapped back. He then punched Baranco square in the face with his hands molded into an anvil and a hammer.”That was for attempting to kill me.” Then everything was washed away in the golden-brown transporter beam. The crew found themselves in what looked like a super sized brig with no-way of escape.
“What on Earth is going on here?!” Necaro hollered after he finished transporting to the brig. He had a very stern look on his face as he waited for a reply from at least one of the crew.
“Botak is a founder,” a ensign called from the crew. He had a large gash on his face at what looked like a plasma burn. Necaro wanted to rush him to this ships sickbay, but he knew that they wouldn’t do anything for him.
“Okay, I want everyone accounted for. Divide into four groups, Alpha, Beta, Delta and Gamma. Do a head count if you have to, but everyone has to be accounted for,” Necaro ordered and watched as everyone tried to get organized and make sure that everyone is present. Necaro tapped his combadge and was surprised to see that it wasn’t being jammed.
“Computer initiate self destruct sequence authorization Alpha-Pi-Alpha-Necaro,” he whispered so that no-one would hear him.”Set for 30 seconds with no audio or visual warnings. Set course for the Jem’Hadar ship bearing 221 mark 3 using thrusters only. During that time send out distress calls on every frequency, even the EM frequencies.Initiate events...NOW!”
“It’s good to see you too ‘Captain’,” his commbadge replied back. The commbadge suddenly started to shift and turn into a golden brown liquid which took form of a Klingon targ. It snarled at Necaro and jumped on his neck which was bit menacingly. As the crew struggled to get the targ off of Necaro, he howled and collapsed on the floor in pain.
Everything was going black for Necaro. He looked painfully up at his officers. He originally wanted to see his daughter when he died, but his bridge officers would have to do.
“Don’t let them kill any mo-” he whispered, and then his eyes fluttered shut and he took a last gasp of air before death took him.

Chapter 2

“We are being hailed on subspace frequincies,” Lieutenant Balmo called to his Captain.”Audio only.”
“Let’s hear it,”repled Captain Nancy Felman replied.
“This...aptain John...aro of ...U.S.S. Borrot to a...ederation vessel. We ar...ack by a...adar warship. Our c...dinates are...4 mark 534. Pl...assist us. Neca...out.”
“Lieutenant, can you clear up the message?”Felman asked.
“I’m all ready on it ma’am...that should do it,”he replied.
“This is Captain John Necaro of the U.S.S. Borrot to any Federation vessel. We are under attack by a Jem’Hadar warship. Our co-ordinates are 944 mark 534. Please assist us. Necaro out.”
“How long ago was that message sent?”Felman’s first officer, Commander Robert Pocut asked.
“Less than 7 minutes ago, sir,”Balmo replied.
“Set a course, maximum warp,”Felman said sternly.”Engage.”
As Felman thought about what the Jem’Hadar are doing this deep in Federation space, the Frontier dropped out of warp. The sight shocked even Felman. A debris field that was as big ran for nearly five kilometers loomed ahead.
“My god. What happend?”Felmans helm officer, Ensign Tunsk asked an ensign.
“Sensors show organic residue on most of the hull fragments, two consecutive core breache, and the remains of a changeling,” the ensign replied.”There must have been some fight.”He commented as he looked back at the Captain. Suddenly an alarm of some sort started to go off.
“I’m detecting a Jem’Hadar warship heading for this position, accompanied with a Cardassian Galor class Warship.”
“Take us out of here Ensign, warp 8,” Felman ordered.
“Aye, Captain,” the young ensign replied.
“Have they dected us yet?” Pocut asked the ops officer, Ensign Simonds.
“I don’t believe so sir. They seem to be scanning the area intensively on a triaxulating frequency. Within the hour they should have found our warp signature. Masked or not.” She replied.
“Damn. That will only take us to the Bolian System. Will they be able to catch up?”
“Unlikely. Although they will most probably attack a Federation colony within the week as ‘revenge’ as you humans call it.” Stated the tactical officer, Lieutenant Solok.
“Well then, we’ll have to get as far away from this place as we can before they detect us. This is the Captain. All hands to Battlestations. I repeat, all hands to Battlestations!”

[johnny]

looks good, keep it up !

[/)eathKiller]

ok but if thats going to be a chapter-lenghte average you'd better be prepared for a LOT of chapters if you're making a 200 page book [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Good Fanfic though, seriously it rawkz...

[Redblueflare]

Originally posted by /)eathKiller: Good Fanfic though, seriously it rawkz...

Cool Glorifindel but what exactly is that a fanfic of?

[ 06-03-2002, 09:15 AM: Message edited by: Redblueflare ]

[Sir Goulum]

Originally posted by /)eathKiller: ok but if thats going to be a chapter-lenghte average you'd better be prepared for a LOT of chapters if you're making a 200 page book [img]tongue.gif[/img] Good Fanfic though, seriously it rawkz...

Well, ya see. Its gonna be like a little collection. There will be like 20 chapter stories from each popular race of startrek in the Alpha Quadrent and 1 from the Gamma Quadrent.(you'd understand if you like startrek.)