[Complete Fanfic] MAILED FIST
Posted: 2002-09-28 12:24am
MAILED FIST
A fanfic for the enjoyment of the denizens of
ASVS and SD.Net.
By Col. Falkenhorst
Star Trek is © it's owners, and I am making no profit on this story.
The author would like to thank Rob Wilson for editing this story, and Alex Moon and Andrew Thorpe for writing "Rise of the Rebel Suns and "Operation Rescue" which both inspired this story. Also deserving thanks are Lt. Hit-Man and MKSheppard for providing valuable input and resources.
List of ASVS Denizens featured in this story:
1. Captain Heinz Wilhelm von Falkenhorst- Captain, Confederate Navy
2. General Mark Sheppard- Commander of the Confederate Death Corps.
3. Grand Admiral C.S. Strowbridge, CO Confederate Navy
4. LT. Hit-Man- Death Corps Lieutenant, General Sheppard's Right-hand man.
5. Commodore Kazuaki Shimazaki- Commodore, Confederate Navy, Commander of Light Carrier Strike force 1.
6. Flight Lt. (Later Commander) Andrew Thorpe- Pilot, Confederate Navy Starfighter Corps.
7. Lt. Rob Dalton- Armored Company CO, Confederate Army
Chapter 1
Captain's log: Stardate 53143.5
With the Dominion war over and Jem'Hadar forces withdrawing from the Alpha Quadrant, the Enterprise has been dispatched to oversee the Dominion withdrawal from the Mavis sector. The Mavis sector consists of 13 worlds rather removed from the heart of the Federation, near to the badlands. For the majority of the war, Dominion forces occupied The sector. It is my hope we can reassert control rather swiftly, as it would not do to show weakness to the Romulans, who are sure to be observing the Federation's rebuilding with interest and an eye to the best opportunity for themselves.
The sleek form of the USS Enterprise dropped from warp speed and made for the 3rd planet of the Carlon system. Captain Picard watched the lush green and
blue globe drawing closer on the main screen.
"Mr. Data, scan this system. Any sign of a Dominion presence?" asked Captain Picard.
The golden-skinned android worked his console, his hands moving faster than the human eye could see.
"Sensors detect no Dominion sensor signatures in the immediate vicinity." Data reported. "However, I am detecting a group of Dominion vessels at extreme range."
"What's their heading?" asked Riker.
"They are on course for Deep Space Nine, sir." Answered Data.
"Very Good." Said Picard. "Helm, take us into standard orbit over Carlon 3."
"Sir," Data interjected, looking up from his console. "I am detecting 12 asteroids in Geostationary orbit of the planet. Each is approximately 1 kilometer in diameter and appear to have been hollowed out. I am detecting strong energy signatures. Lifesigns are present, but interference from the power signatures is obscuring exact readings."
"We didn't put those there, did we?" asked Riker.
"There is no record of any local or Starfleet project involving artificial moons in this system." Data replied
"Sir!" said Lt. Bryant at tactical. "We are being hailed by one of the asteroids!"
"Put them on the main viewer." Said Picard. The viewscreen came on, and displayed a busy looking ops center. Officers and crewmen in olive drab military uniforms went about their duties in the background. In the
center of the screen, a high-backed chair spun slowly around. Seated in the chair was a severe looking older man, gray eyes and gray streaks at his temples. He spoke.
"Attention Federation starship. This is Commodore Hauser, Confederate Navy fortress Command. You are trespassing on the sovereign territory of the Confederacy.
You are not welcome here. You have 1 minute to leave."
Picard just looked at the man for a moment, digesting this new turn of events. "I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard. This planet is a Federation colony. We are here to reaffirm Carlon 3's standing as a territory of the UFP." He replied.
"You may go to hell, Captain Picard. We want no part of your Federation any longer. The Dominion showed us the truth about you. My crews and I are prepared to die rather than come under the yoke of the Federation again." Hauser snarled in reply, his evident anger showing he was not bluffing about his intentions.
"What is the meaning of this? You're talking about Rebellion!" exclaimed Picard.
"You're damned right. You have 10 seconds." Hauser signaled over his shoulder to people off-screen.
"Captain, the asteroids appear to be powering up weapon systems! Request permission to raise shields and target Phasers!" Bryant looked expectantly at his Captain for confirmation.
"Denied." Said Picard. He then turned back to the man on the screen. "We do not want another war! You can still stand down!"
The Confederate, as he had called himself, just sneered and cut the channel. Suddenly, the Enterprise was rocked by a powerful explosion.
"Raise shields!" said Riker.
"What was that?" asked Picard, getting to his feet.
"That was a proximity burst from some kind of torpedo, Captain. A warning shot." Said Bryant pulling himself back upright at his console and raising the shields as he answered.
"Helm, prepare for evasive action!" ordered Picard.
----
On the asteroid, huge gunports cycled open and powerful Phaser cannons switched into engagement mode. The big weapons had been developed on the principles of the weapons found on Starfleet's Defiant-class corvettes, but these were fed by dedicated reactors, and packed roughly 3 times as much power. The Asteroid fortress's gunners locked onto the /Enterprise/, training all the guns that could bear on the ship. The chief gunner pressed his firing button, and 3 of the cannons fired, hurling brilliant orange-white pulses of energy at the Starship.
The Enterprise shook violently and a console at the back of the bridge exploded in a shower of sparks as the 3 powerful blasts walked across the shields.
"Shields at 62%, Sir!" said Bryant.
"Helm, get us out of here, full Impulse power!" The ship turned gracefully, accelerating away from the planet as another series of phaser bursts ripped through the
space it had just occupied. The helmsman accelerated toward open space, weaving and dodging as he opened the range.
----
Captain Heinz von Falkenhorst sat in his command chair on the bridge of the destroyer /Bloodhawk/. The compartment was very ergonomic, with no carpet on the bare durasteel deckplates, safety warnings and instructions stenciled on the bulkheads, and very functional consoles. He was snappy looking in his sharp olive Confederate Navy uniform, steel cleated military boots, and black leather trenchcoat. The ship ran with most of it's power pumped into the engines and armament, and the heaters were never quite able to keep the temperature much above 60 degrees Fahrenheit. As a result, Falkenhorst and several of his crew were wearing overcoats and sweaters. He watched the screen as the Carlon orbital Fortresses opened fire on the Federation Battlecruiser. It had begun. No sooner had their Dominion friends left than the Federation moved back in. He raised his voice.
"Helm, lay in a pursuit course. Gunnery, prepare all weapons for action. Comms, signal the /Falcon/ and /Rapier/. Disengage cloaks and accelerate to flank speed."
The three short, stubby Confederate Destroyers decloaked and cranked up their powerful Impulse engines. They raced after the fleeing /Enterprise/, gunnery officers locking their weapons on target. They closed the gap quickly, their phaser cannons spitting fire. The 3 ships displayed remarkable manoeuverability, their gunners firing away as the small vessels swerved and weaved to avoid the Enterprise's return fire. The /Enterprise/ just barely made the jump to warp. The 3 Destroyers slowed, scanned to make sure the Enterprise was really on it's way out, and then returned to the planet, entering standard orbit.
A fanfic for the enjoyment of the denizens of
ASVS and SD.Net.
By Col. Falkenhorst
Star Trek is © it's owners, and I am making no profit on this story.
The author would like to thank Rob Wilson for editing this story, and Alex Moon and Andrew Thorpe for writing "Rise of the Rebel Suns and "Operation Rescue" which both inspired this story. Also deserving thanks are Lt. Hit-Man and MKSheppard for providing valuable input and resources.
List of ASVS Denizens featured in this story:
1. Captain Heinz Wilhelm von Falkenhorst- Captain, Confederate Navy
2. General Mark Sheppard- Commander of the Confederate Death Corps.
3. Grand Admiral C.S. Strowbridge, CO Confederate Navy
4. LT. Hit-Man- Death Corps Lieutenant, General Sheppard's Right-hand man.
5. Commodore Kazuaki Shimazaki- Commodore, Confederate Navy, Commander of Light Carrier Strike force 1.
6. Flight Lt. (Later Commander) Andrew Thorpe- Pilot, Confederate Navy Starfighter Corps.
7. Lt. Rob Dalton- Armored Company CO, Confederate Army
Chapter 1
Captain's log: Stardate 53143.5
With the Dominion war over and Jem'Hadar forces withdrawing from the Alpha Quadrant, the Enterprise has been dispatched to oversee the Dominion withdrawal from the Mavis sector. The Mavis sector consists of 13 worlds rather removed from the heart of the Federation, near to the badlands. For the majority of the war, Dominion forces occupied The sector. It is my hope we can reassert control rather swiftly, as it would not do to show weakness to the Romulans, who are sure to be observing the Federation's rebuilding with interest and an eye to the best opportunity for themselves.
The sleek form of the USS Enterprise dropped from warp speed and made for the 3rd planet of the Carlon system. Captain Picard watched the lush green and
blue globe drawing closer on the main screen.
"Mr. Data, scan this system. Any sign of a Dominion presence?" asked Captain Picard.
The golden-skinned android worked his console, his hands moving faster than the human eye could see.
"Sensors detect no Dominion sensor signatures in the immediate vicinity." Data reported. "However, I am detecting a group of Dominion vessels at extreme range."
"What's their heading?" asked Riker.
"They are on course for Deep Space Nine, sir." Answered Data.
"Very Good." Said Picard. "Helm, take us into standard orbit over Carlon 3."
"Sir," Data interjected, looking up from his console. "I am detecting 12 asteroids in Geostationary orbit of the planet. Each is approximately 1 kilometer in diameter and appear to have been hollowed out. I am detecting strong energy signatures. Lifesigns are present, but interference from the power signatures is obscuring exact readings."
"We didn't put those there, did we?" asked Riker.
"There is no record of any local or Starfleet project involving artificial moons in this system." Data replied
"Sir!" said Lt. Bryant at tactical. "We are being hailed by one of the asteroids!"
"Put them on the main viewer." Said Picard. The viewscreen came on, and displayed a busy looking ops center. Officers and crewmen in olive drab military uniforms went about their duties in the background. In the
center of the screen, a high-backed chair spun slowly around. Seated in the chair was a severe looking older man, gray eyes and gray streaks at his temples. He spoke.
"Attention Federation starship. This is Commodore Hauser, Confederate Navy fortress Command. You are trespassing on the sovereign territory of the Confederacy.
You are not welcome here. You have 1 minute to leave."
Picard just looked at the man for a moment, digesting this new turn of events. "I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard. This planet is a Federation colony. We are here to reaffirm Carlon 3's standing as a territory of the UFP." He replied.
"You may go to hell, Captain Picard. We want no part of your Federation any longer. The Dominion showed us the truth about you. My crews and I are prepared to die rather than come under the yoke of the Federation again." Hauser snarled in reply, his evident anger showing he was not bluffing about his intentions.
"What is the meaning of this? You're talking about Rebellion!" exclaimed Picard.
"You're damned right. You have 10 seconds." Hauser signaled over his shoulder to people off-screen.
"Captain, the asteroids appear to be powering up weapon systems! Request permission to raise shields and target Phasers!" Bryant looked expectantly at his Captain for confirmation.
"Denied." Said Picard. He then turned back to the man on the screen. "We do not want another war! You can still stand down!"
The Confederate, as he had called himself, just sneered and cut the channel. Suddenly, the Enterprise was rocked by a powerful explosion.
"Raise shields!" said Riker.
"What was that?" asked Picard, getting to his feet.
"That was a proximity burst from some kind of torpedo, Captain. A warning shot." Said Bryant pulling himself back upright at his console and raising the shields as he answered.
"Helm, prepare for evasive action!" ordered Picard.
----
On the asteroid, huge gunports cycled open and powerful Phaser cannons switched into engagement mode. The big weapons had been developed on the principles of the weapons found on Starfleet's Defiant-class corvettes, but these were fed by dedicated reactors, and packed roughly 3 times as much power. The Asteroid fortress's gunners locked onto the /Enterprise/, training all the guns that could bear on the ship. The chief gunner pressed his firing button, and 3 of the cannons fired, hurling brilliant orange-white pulses of energy at the Starship.
The Enterprise shook violently and a console at the back of the bridge exploded in a shower of sparks as the 3 powerful blasts walked across the shields.
"Shields at 62%, Sir!" said Bryant.
"Helm, get us out of here, full Impulse power!" The ship turned gracefully, accelerating away from the planet as another series of phaser bursts ripped through the
space it had just occupied. The helmsman accelerated toward open space, weaving and dodging as he opened the range.
----
Captain Heinz von Falkenhorst sat in his command chair on the bridge of the destroyer /Bloodhawk/. The compartment was very ergonomic, with no carpet on the bare durasteel deckplates, safety warnings and instructions stenciled on the bulkheads, and very functional consoles. He was snappy looking in his sharp olive Confederate Navy uniform, steel cleated military boots, and black leather trenchcoat. The ship ran with most of it's power pumped into the engines and armament, and the heaters were never quite able to keep the temperature much above 60 degrees Fahrenheit. As a result, Falkenhorst and several of his crew were wearing overcoats and sweaters. He watched the screen as the Carlon orbital Fortresses opened fire on the Federation Battlecruiser. It had begun. No sooner had their Dominion friends left than the Federation moved back in. He raised his voice.
"Helm, lay in a pursuit course. Gunnery, prepare all weapons for action. Comms, signal the /Falcon/ and /Rapier/. Disengage cloaks and accelerate to flank speed."
The three short, stubby Confederate Destroyers decloaked and cranked up their powerful Impulse engines. They raced after the fleeing /Enterprise/, gunnery officers locking their weapons on target. They closed the gap quickly, their phaser cannons spitting fire. The 3 ships displayed remarkable manoeuverability, their gunners firing away as the small vessels swerved and weaved to avoid the Enterprise's return fire. The /Enterprise/ just barely made the jump to warp. The 3 Destroyers slowed, scanned to make sure the Enterprise was really on it's way out, and then returned to the planet, entering standard orbit.
