Star Trek TOS: Reimagined
Posted: 2010-02-04 03:17am
Hi. This is my remake of Startrek, I'm going for a more "hard" scifi, less dogma, less wank.
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The meteoroid swarm was a celestial event that marked the start of harvest for the villages it was a spectacular backdrop to the evening festival taking place.
As streams of cosmic debris streaked through the night sky above the crater, one out of the many thousands of objects deviated from the track, going on a lower angle and impacting into a lake, just outside the crater lip.
That the villagers would not notice this was fortunate, as the time of the meteor swarm was when the most eyes would be trained on the sky, but star-fleet had work to do, and loitering a front line vessel around the settlement was a drain on Kudos.
While vapor from the impact still whisped across the lake, A pink placenta floated just under the surface of the water, anchored by a fleshy umbilical. The rubbery bag began inflating until it stretched into a meter wide teardrop . At the center of the mass, a dark shape took form withing, rapidly increasing in size until all at once, !POP!, the bubble burst to the surface. A flume of water shot straight up, and with it, a blue grey avian resembling something between a loon, and a Pteranodon cut loose and took flight.
The creature, soared majestically in the updrafts along craters steep walls until it reached a spot near the cliff dwellings of the village. Here the creature landed on a boulder, sat down, vomited up a strange infestation, and seemingly died. From its stomach a cluster of bee analogues, centipedes and other insects unfurled. Most migrated in the direction of the village, but some of the larger ones stayed behind to devour the corpse of the biot. These insects then disgorged smaller insects and were themselves devoured until nothing remained but a writhing mass of ant analogues, which were made to dissolve in the sunlight, come morning.
From the bridge of the Starship "Enterprise", James T Kirk watched a composite feed of the signals being broudcast to him. The insects had by now, penetrated the dwellings, recorded the spoken language, and started sequencing the genomes of the all inhabitants. His avatar sat slumped in its chair, communicating a mixture of both deep thought, and subtle boredom. "Mr Spock. Conclusions?" He said, in calm demeanor. "Captain, The genome is a heavyworlder modified, like Klingon, but with an intersting mix of Andes thrown in. We couldsurmise that this is to allow them to survive on treks in the thin atmospheres above the crater. This genome was designed for this world, which essentially makes them indigenous by the standards of the Prime Directive."
"Any sign of a functional genesis device". "No captain, but there is a meadow where the chloriphyl is showing different in infrared. On a world this new, it's a good place to start." "Well then Mr Spock, we had better start digging, we don't want another bunch of Jihads coming our way in a thousand years. do we?" "Probably closer to 2000, but point taken captain."
The avatars of Captain Kirk, and Mister Spock walked towards the door to bridge, as they crossed the threshold though, the door acted like a mirror, with one set of Kirk and Spock walking away, and another set walking right back into the bridge, taking there seats again.
The set of Kirk and Spock walking down the hall disappeared in an infinite vanishing point.
"Mr Scott. Are we ready to send down two?" " Aye Captain, the signal is good." "Commence"
The lake bubbled again, and minutes later, a waterlogged pair of genetically engineered heavyworlders, called Klingon, emerged naked from the lake. They each held a fleshy placenta bag in their hands which they ripped open and dumped out a small heap of primitive clothes and belongings.
"Mr Sulu has a sense of humor, I forgot he landed the probe in a lake" The bumpy headed kirk said the bumpy headed Spock. "I don't suppose they thought to give us actual hunting implements as we are supposed to be a hunting party. "He Stuck them to me!" said a grumpy voice behind them. A soaked Klingon version of McCoy stood before them carrying two placental bags. One small, one long.
5 hours later, the trio, now dressed, dry and authentic looking party climbed down into the crater. Kirk and Spock carried a spear, and longbow respectively, and McCoy, a leather bag filled with dried plants. The convincing hunting party and medicine man, had tattooed each other with marks of a nearby, but known friendly tribe.
The three men joined in the festival, dancing, drinking, and making conversation when needed. McCoy headed straight for the local medicine man, giving him seeds and medicinal plants he designed himself, while Kirk and Spock spied around. Uplifting the culture would take many years for a dedicated team under deep cover, but that was not the mission. There's was to make first contact, determine threat level if any, leave behind a capsule for the uplift team, and bug out.
From here the mission was straight forward. Find the malfunctioning genesis device which put the people here and repair or destroy it. Using ant bots, dig deep down into the earth and plant fake fossil evidence without disturbing the primitives. In another 2000 years, when there society discovers the wormhole left by the genesis devices, they won't be creationist zealots bent on killing everyone else in the galaxy.
It was going very well too, until Spock noticed that the Klingon villagers were celebrating with roast targ. Targ was not in the standard template of the genesis devices that landed here. Which meant that Enterprise, was not the first contact......
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The meteoroid swarm was a celestial event that marked the start of harvest for the villages it was a spectacular backdrop to the evening festival taking place.
As streams of cosmic debris streaked through the night sky above the crater, one out of the many thousands of objects deviated from the track, going on a lower angle and impacting into a lake, just outside the crater lip.
That the villagers would not notice this was fortunate, as the time of the meteor swarm was when the most eyes would be trained on the sky, but star-fleet had work to do, and loitering a front line vessel around the settlement was a drain on Kudos.
While vapor from the impact still whisped across the lake, A pink placenta floated just under the surface of the water, anchored by a fleshy umbilical. The rubbery bag began inflating until it stretched into a meter wide teardrop . At the center of the mass, a dark shape took form withing, rapidly increasing in size until all at once, !POP!, the bubble burst to the surface. A flume of water shot straight up, and with it, a blue grey avian resembling something between a loon, and a Pteranodon cut loose and took flight.
The creature, soared majestically in the updrafts along craters steep walls until it reached a spot near the cliff dwellings of the village. Here the creature landed on a boulder, sat down, vomited up a strange infestation, and seemingly died. From its stomach a cluster of bee analogues, centipedes and other insects unfurled. Most migrated in the direction of the village, but some of the larger ones stayed behind to devour the corpse of the biot. These insects then disgorged smaller insects and were themselves devoured until nothing remained but a writhing mass of ant analogues, which were made to dissolve in the sunlight, come morning.
From the bridge of the Starship "Enterprise", James T Kirk watched a composite feed of the signals being broudcast to him. The insects had by now, penetrated the dwellings, recorded the spoken language, and started sequencing the genomes of the all inhabitants. His avatar sat slumped in its chair, communicating a mixture of both deep thought, and subtle boredom. "Mr Spock. Conclusions?" He said, in calm demeanor. "Captain, The genome is a heavyworlder modified, like Klingon, but with an intersting mix of Andes thrown in. We couldsurmise that this is to allow them to survive on treks in the thin atmospheres above the crater. This genome was designed for this world, which essentially makes them indigenous by the standards of the Prime Directive."
"Any sign of a functional genesis device". "No captain, but there is a meadow where the chloriphyl is showing different in infrared. On a world this new, it's a good place to start." "Well then Mr Spock, we had better start digging, we don't want another bunch of Jihads coming our way in a thousand years. do we?" "Probably closer to 2000, but point taken captain."
The avatars of Captain Kirk, and Mister Spock walked towards the door to bridge, as they crossed the threshold though, the door acted like a mirror, with one set of Kirk and Spock walking away, and another set walking right back into the bridge, taking there seats again.
The set of Kirk and Spock walking down the hall disappeared in an infinite vanishing point.
"Mr Scott. Are we ready to send down two?" " Aye Captain, the signal is good." "Commence"
The lake bubbled again, and minutes later, a waterlogged pair of genetically engineered heavyworlders, called Klingon, emerged naked from the lake. They each held a fleshy placenta bag in their hands which they ripped open and dumped out a small heap of primitive clothes and belongings.
"Mr Sulu has a sense of humor, I forgot he landed the probe in a lake" The bumpy headed kirk said the bumpy headed Spock. "I don't suppose they thought to give us actual hunting implements as we are supposed to be a hunting party. "He Stuck them to me!" said a grumpy voice behind them. A soaked Klingon version of McCoy stood before them carrying two placental bags. One small, one long.
5 hours later, the trio, now dressed, dry and authentic looking party climbed down into the crater. Kirk and Spock carried a spear, and longbow respectively, and McCoy, a leather bag filled with dried plants. The convincing hunting party and medicine man, had tattooed each other with marks of a nearby, but known friendly tribe.
The three men joined in the festival, dancing, drinking, and making conversation when needed. McCoy headed straight for the local medicine man, giving him seeds and medicinal plants he designed himself, while Kirk and Spock spied around. Uplifting the culture would take many years for a dedicated team under deep cover, but that was not the mission. There's was to make first contact, determine threat level if any, leave behind a capsule for the uplift team, and bug out.
From here the mission was straight forward. Find the malfunctioning genesis device which put the people here and repair or destroy it. Using ant bots, dig deep down into the earth and plant fake fossil evidence without disturbing the primitives. In another 2000 years, when there society discovers the wormhole left by the genesis devices, they won't be creationist zealots bent on killing everyone else in the galaxy.
It was going very well too, until Spock noticed that the Klingon villagers were celebrating with roast targ. Targ was not in the standard template of the genesis devices that landed here. Which meant that Enterprise, was not the first contact......