Federation's Trial (ST/Halo crossover fic) 3rd chapter is up
Posted: 2003-04-15 12:46pm
Star Trek Federations trial
Notes: First, I’m scaling down the power of the Covenant for this fic, as with them at full power it wouldn’t be any fun.
Second, I make no claim for profit from this, as I own absolutely nothing in it.
Third, There is only one more thing; strap in and prepare for one hell of a ride.
Captain Dalton, of the USS Righteous Fury, stepped out of the turbolift, wearing an expression which said that he’d better not have been disturbed for anything short of a critical hull breach.
Unfortunately, what he has been called for is worse.
“Sir,” Luke Starkiller, the com officer, called from his station, “we’re still not getting any signals from Terex Prime.”
“How can that be?” Dalton asked, “Don’t they have radio there?”
“That’s what I mean sir,” Starkiller responded, “there isn’t anything coming from the colony. Not even on the old R/F system, and I’ve checked every subspace band.”
“Right. Get me Admiral Kanos.”
The wiry features of the requested admiral appeared on screen a moment later.
“Yes captain?” he asked, “what is wrong?”
“My com officer can’t raise the colony, and that has me worried. People like to talk, you know that sir, and colonists more than most. Something is seriously wrong, and I request permission to engage any enemy presence in the Terex system.”
“I see,” Kanos stated, “well, what choice do I have? The word is given.”
“Very well. See you on the other side sir.”
Dalton turned away from the screen as it switched back to showing space before the Akira-class starship, and then ordered com-channels opened to the Heracles and the Nemesis, a pair of uprated Mirandas.
“Captain Veradi, captain Wallace,” Dalton said matter-of-factly, “you need to power up weapons and shields. There’s something seriously wrong in the Terex system.”
“Maybe it has something to do with the disappearance of the Mars,” Captain Veradi suggested.
A dark-skinned human from Tycho city on the Moon, he had a history of distinguished service and unchallenged loyalty to the Federation, which made it a major surprise he was commanding an old Miranda that should have been decommissioned years ago. That is, until you realised he wanted to command the old boat and didn’t like anything larger.
“Maybe,” Wallace conceded. He was one of the officers who viewed StarFleet as a peacekeeping force rather than a full-blown navy, and as such was not the best to have at your back in a combat situation.
“It does.” Dalton stated his opinion as fact. There was no way in hell that a scout ship just vanished. Something had happened to her, and he was damned if it was going to happen to his ship.
“Sir,” XO Kelly Antilles reported, “We’re now approaching the Terex system. Request your presence on the bridge sir.”
Dalton stepped out onto the bridge just as they decelerated from warp.
“My god,” he whispered, as the planet appeared onscreen.
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Captain Jean-Luc Picard looked at the fleet assembled at Starbase 75.
There were over three hundred ships here, led by the USS Armorpierce, a heavily modified Galaxy-class starship and the personal flagship of Admiral Kanos.
Something serious was afoot.
“Sir,” Data reported from the science station, “Admiral Kanos requests you transfer to the Armorpierce. He has something he wishes to discuss with you and the other senior officers aboard the Starbase.”
“Very well,” Picard stated, “I’ll join him.”
Maybe now he’d get some answers.
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When Picard arrived, Kanos and the other captains were waiting for him.
“Ah, captain. Good,” Kanos said cheerfully, “now maybe we can start the breifing.”
He led them to the stellar cartography room, where the projector was displaying Terex Prime, a colony on the fringes of the Federation.
“I take it you all recognise this,” Kanos said, waving his hand towards the image.
All assembled nodded.
“Well, as of two weeks ago,” Kanos paused, and Picard swore he could see weariness in his superiors eyes, “the Terex Prime colony no longer exists.”
Picard gasped, as did several other officers. Eight million people wiped out totally. It shocked them. They’d taken heavy loses in the Dominion war, but the scale of power required to cleanse an entire planet of life was almost impossible to comprehend.
Kanos paused a moment for this to sink in, then continued.
“A scout ship sent to investigate, the USS Mars, disappeared after a transmission confirming its arrival. The Righteous Fury, Heracles, and Nemesis were dispatched to investigate. This is what they found.”
Tapping the keypad, Kanos changed the view, so that it now showed a glassy ball.
“This is what the taskforce found. Among other things,” here Kanos changed the image again, this time adding an Akira and two Mirandas, “as, in orbit around Terex Prime, they found an unknown ship.”
On the screen, a green rip opened in space, disgorging a sleek ship.
It was purple on most of the hull, with a sliver aft section and glowing white engine ports. It looked deadly, but beautiful.
“When the Righteous Fury attempted to hail it, they were answered by ‘We are the Covenant. You destruction is the will of the gods… and we are their instrument.’ After that, they opened fire.”
On the screen, blue-white needles of light scythed out, cutting through the rollbar of the Nemesis, followed by a massive glowing red ball that melted through what remained of the shields on the Nemesis, then melted through the hull in seconds, breaching the warp core.
“Those were some kind of high-powered pulse laser and a self-guiding plasma torpedo,” Kanos explained, then pointed at the screen where the Righteous Fury and the Heracles struck out with a vengeance, determined to avenge their destroyed comrade.
Golden photon torpedoes and reddish phaser bursts lanced out, striking the enemy ship.
Or, they would have, but instead a shimmering sliver barrier appeared meters from its hull, dispersing the phaser beams, and cooling rapidly after the torpedo detonations.
The screen faded out.
“The Heracles and Nemesis were lost with all hands to their attack, and the Righteous Fury was crippled, barely able to make it back here. We can only conclude that this ‘Covenant’ is hostile, and must be stopped,” Kanos paused for emphasis, then continued, “I will lead the fleet there to retake the Terex system, and show these invaders that we will not surrender. Picard, you will command the reserve forces. If we should fall, I need you to clean up what’s left.”
“Yes sir,” Picard said with his voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t like the military side of StarFleet, and being ordered to command a warfleet was quite likely his idea of the worst assignment possible.
All the assembled captains stood, knowing their mission: stop a threat orders of magnitude greater than the Dominion from getting a foothold in Federation space.
Kanos raised his hand, indicating for them to stay.
“I just wish you all good luck on our mission. And captain Picard, be ready to assist us.”
Notes: First, I’m scaling down the power of the Covenant for this fic, as with them at full power it wouldn’t be any fun.
Second, I make no claim for profit from this, as I own absolutely nothing in it.
Third, There is only one more thing; strap in and prepare for one hell of a ride.
Captain Dalton, of the USS Righteous Fury, stepped out of the turbolift, wearing an expression which said that he’d better not have been disturbed for anything short of a critical hull breach.
Unfortunately, what he has been called for is worse.
“Sir,” Luke Starkiller, the com officer, called from his station, “we’re still not getting any signals from Terex Prime.”
“How can that be?” Dalton asked, “Don’t they have radio there?”
“That’s what I mean sir,” Starkiller responded, “there isn’t anything coming from the colony. Not even on the old R/F system, and I’ve checked every subspace band.”
“Right. Get me Admiral Kanos.”
The wiry features of the requested admiral appeared on screen a moment later.
“Yes captain?” he asked, “what is wrong?”
“My com officer can’t raise the colony, and that has me worried. People like to talk, you know that sir, and colonists more than most. Something is seriously wrong, and I request permission to engage any enemy presence in the Terex system.”
“I see,” Kanos stated, “well, what choice do I have? The word is given.”
“Very well. See you on the other side sir.”
Dalton turned away from the screen as it switched back to showing space before the Akira-class starship, and then ordered com-channels opened to the Heracles and the Nemesis, a pair of uprated Mirandas.
“Captain Veradi, captain Wallace,” Dalton said matter-of-factly, “you need to power up weapons and shields. There’s something seriously wrong in the Terex system.”
“Maybe it has something to do with the disappearance of the Mars,” Captain Veradi suggested.
A dark-skinned human from Tycho city on the Moon, he had a history of distinguished service and unchallenged loyalty to the Federation, which made it a major surprise he was commanding an old Miranda that should have been decommissioned years ago. That is, until you realised he wanted to command the old boat and didn’t like anything larger.
“Maybe,” Wallace conceded. He was one of the officers who viewed StarFleet as a peacekeeping force rather than a full-blown navy, and as such was not the best to have at your back in a combat situation.
“It does.” Dalton stated his opinion as fact. There was no way in hell that a scout ship just vanished. Something had happened to her, and he was damned if it was going to happen to his ship.
“Sir,” XO Kelly Antilles reported, “We’re now approaching the Terex system. Request your presence on the bridge sir.”
Dalton stepped out onto the bridge just as they decelerated from warp.
“My god,” he whispered, as the planet appeared onscreen.
***********************************************************
Captain Jean-Luc Picard looked at the fleet assembled at Starbase 75.
There were over three hundred ships here, led by the USS Armorpierce, a heavily modified Galaxy-class starship and the personal flagship of Admiral Kanos.
Something serious was afoot.
“Sir,” Data reported from the science station, “Admiral Kanos requests you transfer to the Armorpierce. He has something he wishes to discuss with you and the other senior officers aboard the Starbase.”
“Very well,” Picard stated, “I’ll join him.”
Maybe now he’d get some answers.
***********************************************************
When Picard arrived, Kanos and the other captains were waiting for him.
“Ah, captain. Good,” Kanos said cheerfully, “now maybe we can start the breifing.”
He led them to the stellar cartography room, where the projector was displaying Terex Prime, a colony on the fringes of the Federation.
“I take it you all recognise this,” Kanos said, waving his hand towards the image.
All assembled nodded.
“Well, as of two weeks ago,” Kanos paused, and Picard swore he could see weariness in his superiors eyes, “the Terex Prime colony no longer exists.”
Picard gasped, as did several other officers. Eight million people wiped out totally. It shocked them. They’d taken heavy loses in the Dominion war, but the scale of power required to cleanse an entire planet of life was almost impossible to comprehend.
Kanos paused a moment for this to sink in, then continued.
“A scout ship sent to investigate, the USS Mars, disappeared after a transmission confirming its arrival. The Righteous Fury, Heracles, and Nemesis were dispatched to investigate. This is what they found.”
Tapping the keypad, Kanos changed the view, so that it now showed a glassy ball.
“This is what the taskforce found. Among other things,” here Kanos changed the image again, this time adding an Akira and two Mirandas, “as, in orbit around Terex Prime, they found an unknown ship.”
On the screen, a green rip opened in space, disgorging a sleek ship.
It was purple on most of the hull, with a sliver aft section and glowing white engine ports. It looked deadly, but beautiful.
“When the Righteous Fury attempted to hail it, they were answered by ‘We are the Covenant. You destruction is the will of the gods… and we are their instrument.’ After that, they opened fire.”
On the screen, blue-white needles of light scythed out, cutting through the rollbar of the Nemesis, followed by a massive glowing red ball that melted through what remained of the shields on the Nemesis, then melted through the hull in seconds, breaching the warp core.
“Those were some kind of high-powered pulse laser and a self-guiding plasma torpedo,” Kanos explained, then pointed at the screen where the Righteous Fury and the Heracles struck out with a vengeance, determined to avenge their destroyed comrade.
Golden photon torpedoes and reddish phaser bursts lanced out, striking the enemy ship.
Or, they would have, but instead a shimmering sliver barrier appeared meters from its hull, dispersing the phaser beams, and cooling rapidly after the torpedo detonations.
The screen faded out.
“The Heracles and Nemesis were lost with all hands to their attack, and the Righteous Fury was crippled, barely able to make it back here. We can only conclude that this ‘Covenant’ is hostile, and must be stopped,” Kanos paused for emphasis, then continued, “I will lead the fleet there to retake the Terex system, and show these invaders that we will not surrender. Picard, you will command the reserve forces. If we should fall, I need you to clean up what’s left.”
“Yes sir,” Picard said with his voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t like the military side of StarFleet, and being ordered to command a warfleet was quite likely his idea of the worst assignment possible.
All the assembled captains stood, knowing their mission: stop a threat orders of magnitude greater than the Dominion from getting a foothold in Federation space.
Kanos raised his hand, indicating for them to stay.
“I just wish you all good luck on our mission. And captain Picard, be ready to assist us.”
