Star Trek

I'd be happy to submit this to him or even work for him...

Here's an idea I just had for part of a story line:

The altered time line established by the fact that Spock and the crew of the ill-fated Narada were empirical evidence to the possibility of time travel, alternative realities and universes. But, the only surviving evidence was Spock Prime himself, now nearly two hundred years old.

Prime as he came to be called was quite surprised by the desire of Starfleet and the Federation to take him in custody. For scientific analysis, or so they said. Further, the Vulcan colony also wanted no part of him since most blamed him for the destruction of their home world. A sentiment even Sarek found hard to dismiss. Prime was no more his son than his own grandfather was.

Some of that resentment flowed over onto the contemporary Spock as well, though not from his father. With Pime in custody, Spock once again offered his resignation to Star fleet to help rebuild Vulcan culture. He only learned of the animosity of the Vulcan colonists, when his father appraoched him and suggested he remain in Starfleet.

Sullen, Spock sat in his quarters. Uhura spoke to Kirk that she could not reach him as the Enterprise broke orbit over the Vulcan colony. He put Sulu in charge and went to the Vulcan's stateroom. The door whooshed open. Spock was unresponsive.

"I did not expect such respirosity from my people." The Vulcan said over clasped hands [Nimoy-ish meditative pose]

Leaning back against the door way Kirk finished his thought, "...since they need all the help they can get."

"Yes." Raising his gaze to meet Kirk's. Not the typical "Affirmative" of Vulcan Spartan vocabulary. "The council and I have had our differences in the past, but this response is utterly illogical. I am the same Spock as Prime, but I am not he. I expected the council to realize this."

"One thing I learned from your alter ego, Spock, " Jim said lightly scratching the back of his (own) neck, "is that your people have emotions. And what the universe mistakes in Vulcans as not having them is rather your people's desperate efforts to control them."

"I had not contemplated that before." Spock said lowering his clasped hands. "Fascinating. The centralized Kolinahr philosophy to purge all emotion is itself a desperate attempt and therefore an emotion."

"Come on, Spock," the young Captain said with his hand extended. "Figuring out that life itself is hypocritical is a tail chase for those egg heads the think tank your alter ego is imprisoned in. So Vulcan colony rejects you. Bruised egos over your rejection to the science comittee no doubt... another emotion another hypocrisy... you have a home here."

Spock stood and accepted the handshake of his Captain. "Sir, I wish to withdraw my resignation."

"Ok," Kirk said spinning on his heel. "Never really accepted it in the first place." He stepped through the door out into the the busy corridor. "C'mon, we have work to do."

Stepping up to his flank, "what is the current mission?"

"Rescuing your alter ego."

Chapter 2

One of the remaining battleships in the fleet akin to the USS Kelvin was the USS Constellation NCC 0511 a predecessor series of battleship. She was the flagship of the infamous Commodore Matt Decker the now retired Admiral and adviser to the Federation council. That fact alone is what spared the Constellation from mothballs and later razorblades. Instead she underwent the necessary upgrades and refits and modifications. She was also the first ship of Ensign Montgomery Scott. Keeping her space worthy was the day to day miracle work for the engineering crew. And his brilliance in physics aside, this is where he cut his teeth learning how to keep a starship afloat with little more than spit and bailing wire.

Since the Constellation was in no shape to venture far from space dock and out into the outer rim territories of Federation Space, she was assign a patrol sector not far from the Klingon border. Her condition was not well known to the Klingons who respected her stature as a battleship. And at the same time the relatively close proximity of Klingon space to the well worn path sectors of the Federation made it expedient for the Constellation not to be more than a hand full of light years distant from space dock or support bases at any given time.

Captain Steven Decker, Matt's grandson, commanded the Constellation. To him, it was not the honor most (especially his family) presumed it would be. He had served aboard several state of the art starships in Starfleet and had high hopes of being the relief of Captain Pike commanding the Enterprise.

I'd pay to see that.

Nimoy was great in the movie but they need to let this new cast be on its own for the next movie.

Quote (TrekFan1701E @ Jan. 01 2010, 2:25 pm)

Nimoy was great in the movie but they need to let this new cast be on its own for the next movie.

Wasn't going to cast Nimoy in the role.

Quote (fooledagain @ Jan. 01 2010, 2:17 pm)

I'd pay to see that.

Thank you.

BTW... this is what the Conny looks like in the story...

Chapter 3
Beta Zed is a world filled with fragrance and blossoms from plants that pour over the slopes and hill tops. A relatively young planet mostly covered by ocean (meaning one). The one and only continent is surrounds by outer islands where the natives placed their upper cast society who showed the highest telegraphic prowess. Beauty, peace, calm, these were paramount for the Betazoid people since earliest times. Their world became renown in the Federation for being a place to visit for deep meditative thought and inner cleansing and healing.

It was only the proximity of Beta Zed to a singularity that made the world out of reach for would-be invaders and conquerors. It was only in the 22nd century that any alien race had the technology to navigate the treacherous corridor near Wolf 359 the singularity known as the black death to the Klingons.

The Federation made first contact with them and found a highly developed society. So the world only knew peace and calm and beauty as far back as the history records went. Admiral Naguru, defendant of Starfleet on numerous political witch hunts and budget axe committees, first negotiated the incorporation of Betazoids into Starfleet as ships counselors to help command deal with the strange encounters and races across the galaxy.

Kian Maz was among the first Betazoids to enlist in Starfleet. He exceeded most of his peers in telepathic abilities. What was most difficult for him was to block out the thoughts and emotions of others. Betazoids had to undergo training for this once outside contact had been established.

The transport ship he was about to beam up to was orbiting in a low parking obit which was visible to the naked eye from the surface of Beta Zed. The hemisphere he was in had already passed sunset and was well into early night, but the orbiting transport was still bathed in sunlight which made the well worn hulk seem to glisten and sparkle like new.

Chapter 4

Ursa Minor the name given the little dipper and the planet orbiting the star Polaris was the most likely place in the galaxy for a think tank. It was well off the beaten path. The planet itself offered no interest or recreation of any sort. It was a huge ball of dust and boredom which happened to be class M. Starfleet Corps of Engineers built an installation there with a modest spaceport and left it for only the deepest thinkers and most obnoxiously nerdy people to roost and contemplate the universe.

Arik Soong institute regained favor with Earth Council (forerunner to the Federation Council). His ground breaking work in what would one day be positronics was ridiculed as Frankenstein-esque as was his dabbling in the eugenics augmentation (and some suspected he was still a criminal element for exhibiting such aspirations on android technology). But the advances in computer technology under his guidance earned him highest civilian honors. And his name was placed on the complex on Ursa Minor.

In "suite" 3-18-S-1 an isolated Spock walked from his table and chair where he'd just eaten. The duo centigenarian had been in many prison cells over the course of his life. But none were as undignified as this. He was in effect a specimen rat for the Soong Institute species of this alternate reality to poke and prod and zap all they wanted in the name of science. But this was not science.

He was from another universe, as far as they were concerned. And they could not run enough tests. No test was too superfluous. And Spock was wearied by it quickly. Month after month passed by. What an end for one whose exemplary life saved the Federation if not the galaxy generation after generation.

fast forward to chapter 28



This automated drone is much larger than the TOS drone truly able to do what TOS claimed that little blue bedeviled cornucopia was supposed to be able to do back then.

The planet killer tore through populated sectors of the galaxy. Some Klingon, some Romulan, and the First Federation was all but decimated. Kirk eyed Prime with angry eyes. "You tell me what my alter ego did to stop this thing, old man!"

"I already have. I haven't a clue why it did not work this time. I can only speculate the killer we encountered had a failed internal protection mechanism which the Constellation's core breach exploited cascading in the internal eradication of the killer."

"All I know is we tried what you said would work and it failed. Rigel is gone. Antares is next then Earth."

"I am sorry."

"Dammit, Prime, that's not good enough!"

"Jim, he has told us all he knows," Spock said. He was disappointed as well and distressed at the thought of the loss of life on so many worlds. And the prospect of the loss of yet another home world.

"This timeline has shown me devastation is the only constant in the universe." Prime said defeated. "Perhaps it is best to end here, now."

"That is far too pessimistic, even for us," Spock said.

"I don't buy that, old man!" Kirk said gripping Prime's arm hard.

Must to everyone's surprise, Prime grabbed Kirk and swung him around hard against the bulkhead. Fire was in his eyes as though he were maddened by the pon farr. The ancient emotions like he'd experienced when his home world collapsed in on itself at the hands of Nero. He was emotionally compromised but far calmer when Kirk arrived on Delta Vega. Now again the fires of the ancient Vulcan emotions had resurfaced.

"You don't know what lies ahead. The Borg, the Dominion, any one of which in this timeline presents genocidal destruction it did not in the other reality..." he paused, "...my reality."

Spock eyed Prime a moment. "What you are saying is..."

"I must die." Prime interrupted.

"Must be returned to your universe," Spock finished his own thought the way he intended it.

"I'll be ####ed," McCoy said. "Spock and Spock disagree on something..." he'd grown weary of the two of them agreeing with the other all the time.

"Yeah, real shocking," Kirk mused, annoyed at the interruption to the confab. "We have a planet killer to stop here!"

"Which you will not stop until the alien element to this universe..."

"You, Spock? I mean, Prime?" Kirk said.

"Which means I must die."

"Die? Even if you are dead your body will still be here, you pointed eared hobgoblin," McCoy said angered by the suggestion. It was hard to tell who hated death worse, the good Doctor or Jim Kirk.

"A phaser on full setting can vaporize a body." Spock said.

"Out of the question," Kirk said with finality. He brushed off the sleeve Prime had grabbed earlier with abrupt strokes. "We don't even know if we are on the right path here. We have to find another way. Gentlemen. Antares is under the gun. Earth is next if this thing continues its course. I want answers and I want them within the hour." With that, he turned and left through whooshing pocket doors and was off down the corridor.

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finished previous chapter snippet

Quote (starbase63 @ Jan. 01 2010, 12:19 pm)

I don't understand, john... Why was Spock Prime "taken into custody"? More than likely, Spock will try to blend in and live under an alias and help rebuild the Vulcan culture of the new timeline...

Uh, in an earlier chapter I mentioned he was taken into custody for observation at the Arik Soong Institute on Ursa Minor (a planet orbiting Polaris in the Ursa Minor constellation). Spock Prime is the only think from another time / universe.

Chapter 5

Retired Admiral Matt Decker still commanded much Starfleet pomp and circumstance in the quadrant. His campaigns against the Romulan incursions gained him respect from the Klingons. Much more from the Federation. It was an honor to even discuss the war hero. But for grandson Steven, it was a terrible burden. Living in the shadow of his father's father not to mention his high expectations was intolerable.

Steven was even badgered into enlisting in Starfleet by Matt the Great... as he referred to him. Always with sarcasm and a bit of bile. And only when angry to the Admiral's face.

Most believed the Federation and Starfleet to be free of such archaic clandestine constructs as nepotism, but the fact that Steven was in command of his grandfather's old flagship the Constellation was proof positive it was alive and well and living in the 23rd century. The silent toast of many a bitter drink of Kentucky bourbon...

Rigel, aside from being among the largest stars in the United Federation of Planets proudly touted twelve class M or near class M planets with a total population of four trillion. It also was the hub of the most widely varied scale of civil advancement. Rigel 5 the smallest planet had the highest technological and social achievements while the largest Rigel 12 had a population in the medieval era.

It was on a rather illegal incursion to Rigel 12 that Brand Decker Commanding the USS Yorktown was nearly killed. Several in his crew lost their lives. And to avoid scandal for breaking the prime directive by going there, the Yorktown had to go as far as starbase 41 to care for the injured. It was on that heading that they encountered the taboo Talos star group.

There Brand Decker died saving his crew from an inexplicable peril. Matt's affection for his son motivated him to push his grandson even harder. And for Steven, it was another shadow to live under. "Smart assed Starfleet officer!" Matt often said of Steven. "Why can't you be more squared away like your father?"

As Steven Decker ordered the Constellation helm to assume standard orbit above Antares Prime, the dread set in as he knew his grandfather was waiting at spaceport for the ship to enter transport range. The next five days was going to be a dependent's cruise. Another way of saying, unofficial, families ride the ship, community relations tour for five days with Matt the Great breathing down everybody's necks.

The crew were as uneasy as their skipper, sensing his tension for weeks and his growing pile of empty Jack Daniel's bottles in the reconstitution bins...

The rescue
Ursa Minor rarely had visits. It was quite puzzling to Doctor Hiram Barris why the Enterprise was in orbit and requesting communications. His smock covered form was puny and slightly hunched. Archaic spectacles rested on his nose almost down to the end. Reading glasses he never took off except to bathe or sleep.

"What may we do for you, Enterprise?"

"This is Kirk, James T., Commanding. As you know the Vulcan race suffered a genocidal devastation recently."

"Mm, yes." Barris said suspicious of where this was heading.

Spock Prime who is in your custody has a rare antiviral immune cell which can be inoculated to Spock... his alter ego... our Spock onboard and in turn shared with the few Vulcans left in existence..."

"Spock Prime is our guest." Hiram said objecting to the thought of his being held there against his will... even though he knew that was really the case.

"What is this antiviral immunity called?"

McCoy stepped up, "It's calivalaxis syndrome."

"Sounds convoluted."

"Dammit man," McCoy said. "It's a virus the endangered Vulcans can all die from if ther are exposed to it."

"I never heard of it." Looking off screen to an assistant, "and neither have the most advanced computers known to science."

"It's because it hasn't infected the race yet. You know where Prime is from, you do the math!"

"We have no orders from the Federation or Starfleet. And all of this seems highly irregular..."

At once alarm sirens went off.

"As I suspected this is a rouse." Hiram's face faded from the view screen.

"Sulu's group must have triggered the alarm." Checkov said from the helm console.

"Hopefully not before he was able to accomplish his mission." Kirk said.

Before Ensign Sulu and three select men from security (one of them being cream puff) surrendered with hands held high, a karate style brawl ensued as Starfleet security squad filed out of everywhere. Kikaru took out about four of them himself before their numbers proved to be too many.

"Far more security than we discussed in the briefing room." Sulu said as they were marched to the detention area.

Uhura turned from her console. "Message from the surface."

"On screen."

"A failed attempt to rescue Prime." Hiram said smugly.

"You mean your guest?" Kirk shot back.

"A formal complaint is being prepared for Starfleet Command, Kirk. Barris said sanctimoniously. "I'll have your stripes for this."

"Well, if that's is going to be the case... I may as well succeed in rescuing your guest."

At that point, Spock Prime stepped into the center of the Enterprise bridge.

"Impossible! How? Our sensors would have detected a beam out attempt and prevented it!" Barris was baffled.

"Subcuetaneous transponders in our four men sent to to divert your attention are enabling their beam out even as we speak, as is the one in Spock whose perfect dna match to Prime fooled your sensor scans into to thinking he never left the room... oh and we just received word Spock is alobeamed aboard.

Good bye, now..."

"Kirk! I'll have you boiled in---" Uhura ended the transmission.

"Checkov,warp speed. Any direction."

"Aye Kiptin."

Enterprise rocketed out into deep space with both Spocks aboard.

The dependents cruise was going as well as could be expected. Steven Decker used Argelian lime to mask the large amounts of whiskey he'd been imbibing to tolerate having the Admiral within a light year of himself. Matthew Aloysius Decker III commanded a presence that his grandson tried to avoid at all cost. As big as the Constellation was, it was not big enough for Steven to be on opposite ends for long.

Eventually the roving all hail Matt the great party arrived on the bridge where Steven was finishing up duties he loathed but had long since become accustomed to. Starfleet was not in his blood even though he liked the prestige of a starship command, much less a battleship, and the Constellation to boot.

"Sir?" Ensign Moran said from his helm console. "System L-374... I did a routine sensor sweep... it's not there..."

It was standard procedure to do an intermediate range sensor sweep several light years prior to entering into a star system. Even one as well traveled as the systems in the lower 370s sector.  

"Not there? What do you mean not there?" Steven said lower the pad he'd signed off on to his side.

"Full sensor sweep!" Matt barked and he stepped over to the helm. Science officer Phillips looked up from his board... "Confirmed. Star system L-374 appears to be obliterated. Only asteroids and debris."

"There were several planets there, only a week ago." Steven said.

"Week?" Matt curled an eyebrow at him.

"We make this circuit a lot."

"Sir. The star is still intact, which lead me to do a radiation scan. All levels appear normal. However radiation levels and energy surges are off the chart in neighboring system L-375." Phillips said.

"Lay in a course for L-375!" Matt said.

"Admiral, this ship..." Steven said lowering his voice and stepping closer to his grandfather. "this old girl is just not up to dealing with much more than dependents cruises and milk toast runs in the lower 370's sector."

"Poppy####! She's a battlewagon! I drove her myself pushing Romulans and Klingons back to the brink of hell. She's still got her guts.

"Helmsman, carry out your orders now. Warp three."

Steven nodded and the order was carried out.

Arrival at L-375 was a flurry of disbelief, fast action, and confusion. Before anyone could assess the situation, Constellation came under attack from an indeterminate source. And what startled everyone was the ferocity of the attack.

Sirens screamed, lights dimmed, concussions were felt throughout the ship as a force beam sheered most of the warp nacelle from the ship. Still caught in the stream of the force beam it, blew itself to bits. Its blast was away from the ship in that stream.

The sudden wrenching threw all to the deck plating as the sound of heavy metals twisting and sheering vibrated throughout. "Helm! Evasive full impulse!" Steven yelled as his grandfather found he himself could not take the pounding he did in his youth. He was quite stunned.

"Locate the source of those bolts!"

There wasn't time to figure out why the shields had been totally ineffective to the assault.

Philips managed to get to his station and gasped. "It's gaining on us it's firing again..."

"What is?"

"That..." he said ashen faced.

Onscreen was an object best described as a huge hollow club with a maul that resembled an old style blast furnace. Deep within the object glowed like sunlight only with precision as though man-made. It's hull was the oddest color of iridescent blue with a marblesque quality about it. And it's hull was nearly as thick as the object itself.

Instantly Steven plunged onto the helm console. There was no time to give an order and then have it carried out. He threw himself onto the panel to divert the ship in any direction other than the one they were on. The Constellation swerved to miss the second beam blast and tumbled into the gravity wake of the object causing the ship to go out of control and graze an asteroid peeling off a large section of the saucer section and impacting into the secondary hull. The ship heaved side over side.

Moran was essentially tackled by his captain as was the navigator. THe three were in a clump between the con chair and the helm as Matt gathered himself to take the helm and steady the ship until Moran could resume his post.

"Keep the asteroid between us," Steven said as he found the con chair with his hands and sat down. His eyes never leaving the main view screen.

Another blast from the object narrowly missed the ship but smashed the would-be shield asteroid into a huge cloud of debris.

"Belay my last. Make a run form that planet."

"Aye."

"Maintain evasive."

L-375 was a solar system of two suns and five planets until the planet smasher arrived twp days earlier. The fifth planet was completely gone devastated like the L-374 system  had been a week earlier.

"The object appears not to be as agile as the Conny. And it's targeting mechanism is imprecise..." Phillis said.

"We are outrunning it, sir." Moran reported.

"Maintain."

"Damage reports to the first..." Steven noticed for the first time than his first officer Commander Wellspring was dead. Her body was strewn on the deck and a large metal shard protruded from her head. Blood was everywhere.

There was no time... to... "to the second officer."

"Get us on the far side of that planet, Jeffrey. It may not be able to shield us long but it will buy us some time."

"Life support disabled on decks... on... throughout the ship, sir." Phillips said grimly. Power generators are out. Warp drive is gone. Hull breaches...

"only starboard side decks below deck 8 have airtight integrity abreast the midship seals. Four hundred dead or missing."

"Attack!" Matt screamed. "We must turn and attack!"

"With what?" Steven yelled.

"Phasers, torpedoes, anything!"

"Engineering reports all dead but the chief. And he needs help."

"I'll go," Steven said. "Admiral Decker has the con. Maintain my orders to head for the planet and use it as a shield."

The  pocket doors no more whooshed closed than Matt said, "Helmsman, full about. Arm all remaining weapons systems."

"Sir?"

Matt pointed to the admiral's stripes on his sleeve.  

"Yes, sir."

In engineering chief Watson's face was grim. "We're venting everything we have, sir. The ship and and engines are too far gone. I can't hold her together much longer."

Steven turned a moment later and spoke into a comm mike, "All hands, this is the Captain. Prepare to abandon ship. The ship is floundering. Repeat: abandon ship."

"Keep your seats ladies and gentlemen. This old girl's not finished yet. Fire phasers and photon torpedoes.

All shots missed or bounced off the looming object. It fired again and narrowly missed the ship. Steven entered the bridge to supervise the evacuation form there.

"What the hell?"

"Fire!"

More shots launched from the Constellation, all missed.

"Helm! Get us back to the planet! Best possible speed."

Another shot from the object was a direct hit in the secondary hull. Everything aft of engineering was sheered away and vaporized int the force beam wake like a stick of butter on a hot grittle.

The ship reeled again and Matt was knocked unconscious from the debris of a power trunk collapse from the bridge overhead. He regained consciousness a moment later only to find his grandson's broken body beside him.

Moran managed to get the horizon of the planet between the ship and the object. Now there was no way to evacuate the ship in the conventional sense into space because the shuttle bay was destroyed in the last volley.

It was up to the transporters now... down to the planet... which hopefully the object would not destroy...