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Warning this is the result of to little sleep and now it won't go away until I finish it. I don't own the trek characters. The Cath are mine. This will be continued.



Captain Scooter was an unhappy man. He was captain of a crew of three on the worst assignment of his life. The USS Gordon was a fleet tender vessel, it out massed a galaxy class even though it was 1/4 the size. The Gordon massed so much because of all the specialized equipment it carried to maintain its cargo. 6000 metric tons of antimatter. It was also not big on crew quarters. Three cabins, a mess hall with a substandard replicator, a bathroom they all shared, and the bridge. No holodeck, no real amenities, it was pointless torture.

‘How did I get assigned to this scow.’ he thought to himself. ’Just because they couldn’t understand my theory, they were jealous. No mathematical proof, they said, no actual theory. Produce your theory they said, I told them matter in energy out, the stranglets would work. But they laughed at me. Small minded fanatics.’

Meanwhile Ensign Paul Jaques was contemplating the ship as well.

‘We have the best shields in the fleet and the thickest armor, and ooooh baby look at those phaser banks, only an idiot would attack us. Besides we’re starfleet we always win.’

Though Ensign Timothy Jones had far less to think on, as he was playing a 20th century video game on his console.

‘Take that pesky scum, ‘All your base are belong to us’ my ass.’

The three didn’t know it but their entire purpose on the freighter was superfluous. They were the bottom of the barrel, placed here to keep out of trouble. The autopilot handled everything, they were only there in the unlikely event someone attacked the ship. The computer couldn’t fight, not that it lacked ability but starfleet was less than pleased with the idea of a computer with control over the phasers after what happened with Daystrom’s pet project almost a 100 years ago.

Not there was much chance of them needing to. The run from the production facility to the refueling station in orbit of Jupiter was deep in federation space. Unfortunately the freighters used were limited to warp 3, so the trip took 2 weeks each way. No one was going to volunteer so they put the biggest screw-ups they could find on the run.

Jaques reverie on the ships defenses was interrupted by the computer. He stared hard trying to puzzle out what the sensor data meant. It had been a long time since he had to read sensor data.

“Sir, we’re dropping out of warp!!!”

“What? Why?”

“A super..er..subspace tear has opened in our path. Its moving towards us!!!!!!”

Tim spoke up. “Actually according to this we’re moving towards it, there’s a tractor lock on the hull. Finally we can kick some alien ass.”

Jaques looked at him then grinned.

“Yeah, we’re starfleet, we will 0wnz0rz tehm cauze we is the133t.”

Scooter looked at the giggling maniacs and groaned.

“I’m going to die and its going to be with these two. I don’t want to die I’m still a virgin damnit, well if you don’t count my mom, or the donkey, or the sheep.”

“Sheep rock, but horse cock is better.”

“Shut up Paul.”

The USS Gordon was pulled through the glowing tear in space. On the other side the trio were treated to the sight of a massive vessel. The ship was little more than a smooth black arrowhead shape. There were no obvious weapons, no portrusions of any kind.

“Paul fire at that ship until it lets go than raise shields.”

“Aye sir.”

The Gordon’s phasers stabbed red beams at the monsterous ship. The beams impacted shields causeing them to light up, but seemed to do little otherwise. After a few moments of simply taking the fire the surface of the rippled as several weapons came into view. They appeared to be rods with silver spheres on the end. With startling accuracy bolts of what appeared to be purple lightning fired out. The Gordon rocked under the assualt.

“We’re hit, what’s the damage.”

“All weapons destroyed, sheild generators offline, warp core offline.”

“What did they hit us with?”

“No idea sensors went down as soon as they fired.”

“Great, just great, I am going to die with you two.”

Tim looked at Scooter his eyes filled with rage.

“Suck my cock, sir! And that’s figure of speech, don’t go getting any ideas rump ranger.”

The ship rippled again and a space large enough to let the Gorden enter openned. The ship was pulled into the dark space. They heard the sound of metal hitting the hull and were dismayed as something began cutting into the bridge ceiling showering them with sparks. A circular hole big enough for two of them to fit through was finished and the disk they cut out dropped to the floor. Followed by a small cylinder.

“What’s that.”

Scooter’s eyes widened at the stupidity of Jaques question.

“Grenade”, he yelled before attempting a not so heroic dive behind his chair. After a few seconds Paul walked over and picked it up.

“I think it’s a dud.”

At that moment the cylinder exploded, it burned itself to ash in seconds taking most of the skin on Paul’s hand with it. Paul screamed for a few seconds before the gas released by the grenade knocked him out. Scooter was luckily for him still on the floor when he passed out. Tim, proving the power of stupidity held his breath as long as he could. As a result he was still awake, though mostly paralyzed when the first of the enemy soldiers dropped through the ceiling. From his position on the floor he could see only the legs of the troopers. He was struck immediatly by the digigrade legs. Unfortunately, one of his parts that still worked was his mouth.

“Hey guys their furries, we’re gonna get laid, cat girls woohoo.”

Thankfully his neither his crew mates, who were unconscious, or the troopers, who didn’t speak english, understood that remark. The soldiers however did hear the remark, and one marched over to him. His gaze traveled up and down the armored figure, it was definatly female if the breast shaped bulges were any indication. The helmet had a definite feline shape to it though he could see nothing beyond the visor.

Tim of course was his usual eloquent self, “Aww, man. Only an A-cup.”

The figure picked him up one handed by the front of his uniform.

“Cath aria? Cos’so nucka.”

“Do you do anal small tits?”

The figure cocked its head and looked at him. Tim belatedly noticed the figure was taller than him and was effortlessly holding him off the ground. It tossed him to two larger troopers who hauled him off.


Scooter woke to a pounding head and a cold floor. Though there was an up side he could hear Timothy screaming as though in the next room.

“No, NOOOO, no anal probe......AAAAAAHHHHHHHH.”

He openned his eyes to find he was staring out between the bars of some kind of cage. He was naked and cold, he could live with cold, but why was he naked? He saw the horrible sight of Paul Jaques naked and masturbating. He tore away from that train wreck and gazed over the room. The first being he saw made him think ‘werewolf’. It certainly looked like one, except for the big rifle and the body armor. He continued and found what Paul mas masturbating to. In the far corner several more ‘were’ beings of differant animals wearing what looked to be lab coats watching a large monitor. On it was Tim getting his ‘anal probe’ along with several other tests.

They were taking notes. He followed Pauls gaze to a female werecat type. She was wearing a black near skintight body suit, she was definatly feeling the cold, which was what Paul was wanking over.

After some time she left, and Tim was brought to the cage with them. He had faint lines where there had been injuries earlier. He lay there shivering not from cold but shock.

“The..They nev...never even asked any questions.”

Forthunatly seeing Tim in thet condition removed Paul’s erection. Scooter didn’t think he could have stood to share a cell with the pervert after that. An hour passed with him between the two. Then a group of wolf guards came in and pulled them from the cells. They were thrust into a room their uniforms were tossed in and they were left alone. They hurriedly dressed then helped the near catatonic Tim into his cloths. A pair of guards entered on carrying a tray with something only vaguely identifiable as ‘food’ on it. One of them growled something in that peculiar language of their’s and a device on his belt crackled out in vague english.

“Eat, for it is your last chance to do so.”

Scooter wolfed down the tasteless ration bars. Surprised by his sudden hunger. Timothy listlessly nibbled at one, while Paul joined him in scarfing them. The guards came back and ushered them out and along the halls. They were brought to a massive room, raised seats containing maybe a hundred of these creatures of varied species. At the far end was a throne, a single being in what appeared to be blood red ceremonial robes of some kind. The figure on the throne was a female lion type, her sand colored hair streaked with grey. Flanking the throne was the cat type he had seen earlier and a male fox type, they were both in some kind of dress uniform that had a similar but not identical design. The fox’s had a lot of wing symbols among the various medals. The cat’s had lightning bolts and rifle shapes, along with some shapes he didn’t recognize

They were brought to three chairs in the center of the room. Scooter could feel enormous hatred directed at them by the assembled crowd. The spectators reminded him greatly of the federation council, with high quality ornate clothing. After they were seated a figure in blue robes with a staff came out. At his gesture a device rose out of the floor. It looked like a larger version of the translator the guard had. The figure spoke at this point.

“You are from the United Federation of Planets group known as starfleet.”

Scooter drew himself up. “I am Captain Ro...”

“Yes or no.”

“Yes.”

Paul decided at this point to pipe up. “Why have you kidnaped us?”

“You have not been kidnaped, you have been arrested.”

This got Scooter’s attention. “For what.”

“You are aware of the events in the region you call the Hekaras Corridor.”

“Vaguely, something about some crackpot beliving warp drive damaged space and blowing herself up to prove it.”

“This is freely available information in your society?”

“Yes?”

“What did your federation do about the damage warp drives do to the fabric of space.”

“They restricted warp speed in areas likely to form subspace rifts barring emergencies.”

There was a definite roar of anger from the crowd at that. Though the translator didn’t catch anything that was said. The speaker turned towards the throne.

“We have confession your majesty.”

The royal figure turned a baleful stare on him.

“You, Captain, will be sent back into your space in a survival pod. You will instruct your government to surrender to us. If they do not we will destroy them. Tell them that we are coming.”

“But why what does that moronic warp damage theory have to do with anything.”

“Because it is fact not theory, and in their uninlightened negligence the damage you have caused to your space has also damaged mine, our universes are connected through subspace. In their unwillingness to find a solution that removed warp drive the Federation has murdered 12 million of my subjects. We are coming to put an end to destruction caused by warp travel, and we will exterminate any of you vermin who stand against us.”

A massive roaring chear shot up from the spectators.

“What about my crew?”

The speaker turned back to him.

“According to your computer you are the smartest of you three failures. You ‘crew’ will be publically executed, you only get to survive because your smart enough not to forget the message. Guards take him out of the way. But keep him here to witness the execution. General Illiana you may proceed.”

The cat by the throne rose and accepted an odd rifle from the guards. Illiana walked towards Tim and Paul, a clear plastic looking shield came down trapping the pair in with her. She grinned evilly as she pointed the weapon at Paul. It looked to Scooter like a 20th century shot gun. But when she pulled the trigger instead on a flash of fire and smoke there was a loud snap-crack noise and Pauls crotch practically exploded. He was on fire and screaming, a hole through his crotch area out the other side and through the chair was visible

“That’s for masturbating at me monkey.”

She turned and fired again this time destroying Tim’s head, unlike a phaser there was a mass of steam around his body and bits of his head around the room. She turned back to the still burning Paul and with a second shot splattered the cooked remains of his head around the sealed area. She absently flicked a peice of Paul off her shoulder and returned to her place near the throne. The shield now raised Scooter was hit by the nauseating smell of cooked human hair and flesh.

The guards dragged him still retching through a good potion of the ship. They shoved him into a small cramped survival pod and shut the door. He felt himself ejected into space.

As he looked at the meager supply of ration bars and the lack of a toilet he hoped his rescue would be soon.


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I demand more!!


P.S. how's Mousey?

Einhander Sn0m4n wrote:I demand more!!

More you shall have. As soon as it demads I write it again.

P.S. how's Mousey?

Moved out mostly. I'm reletivly certain she's fine. Her forum presense will come and go.

Setesh wrote:

Einhander Sn0m4n wrote:I demand more!!

More you shall have. As soon as it demads I write it again.

Ah kool. Excellent!

Other question answered here.

Chapter 2.

Marshal General Illiana Petronova sat next to Sky Marshal Rey Elivo at the main desk of the war room. The generals, admirals, captains and others who needed to be here as they planned the destrution of the federation. A hologram of Federation space floated above them. She sat silently as Rey and the rest of the fleet bantered their way to picking a target. Once they picked a target she would decide how to take it with her troops.

She mused on the information they had gleaned from the USS Gordon’s computer. Reams of reams of it. At least it warned them off trying to question the crew, they were all stuck doing that job because they were morons. But the earth these ‘humans’ came from was much like the Cath’s own homeworld. She didn’t know what happened differently that these hairless monkeys gained the power of thought. What history the techs pulled read much like their own in some ways, wars, cruelty, genocide. But they had no true discipline as the Cath did. They were infants with laser weapons. She closed her eyes as the pain hit.. Seeing the ribbon shape of the distortion pass through the planet, watching in horror as the casualty count started. Seeing all of her planet side family listed. Helping clean one on the cities of the dead. Executing a poor wretch who hadn’t died but was molecularly fused into the wall. The sci-tech researchers discovering the distortion had come from a transwarp conduit being destroyed. The rest of the Imperium thanked what ever they prayed to that it had been a small sparsely populated colony and not one of the city worlds, or Empress be praised the homeworld itself. It was shear bad luck the other Throneship had been in orbit, taking the last of the imperial family with it. Some of the other star nations had suffered worse, though they lacked the means to enter Federation space. Even some of their enemies had promised ships to fight the war.

Illiana growled to herself, she had plans for this ‘Janeway’ character when they caught her. Granted they found the Borg equally at fault and intended to exterminate them like vermin.

She turned her attention back to the meeting as the Empress entered. Despite being nearly 100 years old the Empress showed no sign of the joint pain she was surly in.

“Commanders of Our military have you reached a decision?”

Rey stood and sketched a bow to her.

“Your majesty, in order to try and minimize the loss of life on both sides it has been decided to take the Federation ‘flagship’ The USS Enterprise, it is one of the largest in their fleet. We will take it as intact as possible. Remove its warp capability and dump it and most of its crew where it will be found. It should send the message to the Federation that they cannot stand against us.”

“Very well, you may proceed. Marshal General Illiana walk with Us.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

Illiana stood and walked out with the Empress. They walked in silence for a time before the Empress spoke.

“I am making you my heir.”

“What!?”

“I have little choice, their isn’t anyone left in the succession. I have to appoint someone withing the Imperial command structure. The first Empress was a land general.”

“Empress Kassatsujizai, yes I remember history.”

“You are a brilliant leader, you were a Master of Rights before you entered your service. You would have been teaching my great-grandchildren if the federation had not triggered the Grand Disaster. You know all that would be needed to rule. Especially in time of war.”

“The Guard?”

“Yes, though they have not fought a war in centuries, they were all veterans of the military before the training the Guard receive. As Empress you could lead them into battle, once your own training is complete.”

“Training, your Majesty?”

“Every person to sit upon the Crimson Throne has been trained by the guard. The first Empress decreed that everyone who took the throne could keep it by their own skill should the Guard fail.”

Illiana’s mind whirled, the Imperial Guard were trained to a standard that put the most advanced special forces unit to shame. But to be Empress, there was good and bad to that. The Empresses had to give up everything from their previuos life even their name. The responsibility for their entire race and the 204 client races who were allied to them. But she would answer to no one, her word would be nearly law. The bureaucracy ran almost everything anyway.

“Very well, your majesty, I accept the power and the price of being your heir.”

Empress Jetjehild smiled at her and handed her a box before turning back towards her own section of the Imperial Throneship. Illiana openned the box and nearly gasped. Inside was a rank insignia, one she had only seen in pictures. The Empress had given her the rank of Dominor Praetorius, she was now the Empress’s voice in the military. Her commands were considered to be from the Empress herself. It also marked her as heir, only the heir to the throne could be given the rank. She removed her rank insignias and put the single blood red starbursts in their place. The medallion around her neck in the same starburst pattern with a red rose at the center, a symbol that carried a death penalty to counterfeit, completed the image. Finding a mirror she looked at her self. Her dark gray fur and blue uniform made the red stand out in sharp contrast, it would be impossible to look at her without noticing the marks of rank.

She marched back into the room Rey rose and bowed to her. The others in the room followed suit.

“When shall the attack commence Sky Marshal?”

“In 3 days the Enterprise will enter an isolated region of space, we will transit and wait for them in a nearby nebula. From what we know of their sensors we should be undetectable. We will then attack and crush them.”

“How many ships do you plan to take?”

“Six, one heavy cruiser, two light, and three destroyers. The light cruiser has the new gravity wave projector, we should be able to keep them from running.”

“I will be coming with you. My new rank does not change my responsibilities to the troops who will take the ship.”

He bowed to her again as she turned to her own command. She motioned Major Jarvis over. The tall brown-black shepherd canid strode towards her his ears at attention. His accent was heavy but still understandable.

“Ja, Dominor.”

“I want 10 squads, your best boarding groups ready to take the Enterprise.”

“At your command. Our goal is to take the ship intact, ja?

“Yes, from what we’ve gathered from the captured vessels. Most of their ships have the same basic setup. You’re to send teams to the bridge, engineering, life support, and the battle bridge. Take them as fast as possible, eject the warp core. We have to take the command staff fast enough that they can’t self-destruct.”

“It will be done, Victoria Imperium.”

“Victoria Imperium.”

She walked back to her quarters doing her best to ignore the looks of shock and pity from the crew. Once safely alone she burst into tears, her pent up sorrow no longer held at bay. She had to cry herself out now once the war started she couldn’t allow it. She gave out loud piercing cries, she heard answering cries from others on the ship. She had forgotten the Empress had ordered that. Those who were mourning were anonymously connected by the comm system. This allowed them to share their grief with no holding back due to rank. She joined the chorus of grief and sorrow, tomorrow there would be vengeance, there would be justice.


Comments, questions, flames? Please?

Nice! Reminds me of Star Trek vs. Star Wars : Furry Conflict, the only difference being that not all of the characters are furry.
So, in the end there will be no warp-drives? Hope to see a new FTL-drive soon, maybe something new.

Argosh wrote:Nice! Reminds me of Star Trek vs. Star Wars : Furry Conflict, the only difference being that not all of the characters are furry.
So, in the end there will be no warp-drives? Hope to see a new FTL-drive soon, maybe something new.

Oh you will, the Cath are some guys I created for an 'alien life form' project way back in highschool but never used. The project ended up being a really stupid elementary school level create an alien out of cardboard thing that used none of the research I had detailed. So the Cath got shelved. I even created a technology base that was slightly more interesting than ours. I rediscovered these guys while looking for something else and rewrote then with tech upgrades to the TNG era. They're more advanced in some ways less in others.

And they do indeed have their own ftl system, which will get explained.

Chapter 3
United Federation of Planets president Harakol looked at the man before him. The sniveling excuse for a federation officer looked bad and smelled worse. He had that cloying tang that heavy drugs gave humans.

“They said what?”

“That we had killed 12 million of their people and they were coming. They want the total destruction of all warp drives. The damage it causes to space here is greatly magnified in their space.”

Harakol sighed deeply, he had won the election on an anti-war platform, the Dominion war and the Shinzon incident with the Romulans had let him bury his opponents. To go to war would kill his career politically. But without warp drive the federation would be lost. The members cut off from each other. No his career or not he had no choice, these creature’s demands were entirely unreasonable.

“We cannot give up warp drive. No other means of space travel is even beyond the theoretical stage. I don’t suppose we know anything esle about them?”

One of the admirals spoke up.

“They sent a text message along with Scooter here, just incase he died in transit. They’re called the Cath, their from an alternate reality of sorts. They evolved on a world which roughly corresponds to earth. Though that’s based on visual inspection of the pictures they sent.”

“Anything tactically useful?”

“No.”

“I suppose we’ll have to wait for them to make the first move. Send a level 10 alert out I don’t want anyone under the rank of captain knowing about this.”


USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E

Picard stared at what was probably the shortest briefing he had ever seen that could lead to war. He remembered the Hekaras Corridor and starfleet’s lackluster response to the discovery of warp field damage. Now it looked like that shortsightedness was going to bring them into yet another conflict. This led him to thinking of the loss of Data, what he would have had to say about it. They had B4 but while Data’s memories surfaced from time to time B4 was still a child intellectually. It wasn’t the same. He sipped his earl grey to clear his mind they had a mission to do. Yet another negotiation with a barely eligible species to join the federation.

Cath heavy cruiser, ‘Endless Melody’

Sky Marshal Rey watched as the distortion that marked the position of the enterprise getting closer to his position. The Sovereign class had less of a profile then most, starfleet had mostly suppressed the subspace distortions warp drive usually entailed, but not enough to matter to the MaGdar. It was tracking the ship by its subspace ‘mass-lightening’ effects and the deviations that caused in the fabric of space. The Mass and Gravity sensor system could track anything that had mass, the federations shunted most of their mass into subspace to reduce the real space mass of the vessel. This made tracking them even easier as the mass shadow in subspace was easier to track.

“Signal the ‘Born Killer’ to exit the nebula and activate gravity wave.”

“Aye, sir.”



USS Enterprise.

The Lt. At the tactical station looked puzzled, then alarmed.

“Sir, a vessel just appeared out of a nearby nebula.”

“Yellow alert, shields up, captain to the bridge.”

The Enterprise lurched slightly as the ‘moving star’ image on the main screen was replaced by normal space.

“Sir, we’re being bombarded by gravity waves, the intensity is varying so fast we can’t maintain the warp field.”

Picard had entered the bridge in time to here that.

“Can you identify the vessel.”

“Negative sir it matches no known species.”

“Sensors.”

“Off the scale jamming, vessel has a ‘flying wing’ design. Approximately, 150 meters long, 400 meters wide, I can’t get much else their putting out to much EM and subspace jamming.”

The tactical officer almost screamed out his next report.

“Sir, I have 5 more ships incoming, same basic design, lead ship is twice the size of the first contact, 300 meters long, 600 wide. Other ships are 80 meters long, 200 wide. We’re being hailed.”

“On screen.”

The screen changed to show a being that looked like a humanoid fox in a dark blue uniform. It glared at them almost smugly.

[“I am Sky Marshal Rey Elivo of the Cath Imperial fleet, you will surrender.”]

They were taken aback by this, to simply be ordered to surrender was unheard of. Picard however recognized the name Cath. But he couldn’t back down.

“Sky Marshal Rey, I received a briefing on you this morning. Does it have to be war, we are peaceful explorers.”

[“No you are children who can’t look beyond your needs of the moment. Your government’s decision to continue to use warp drive despite the damage it is causing to your own space is idiotic. But that damage has spread to our space as well, so we will remove your capacity for harm. Do not resist us Captain, you will lose.”]

Riker bristled at that statement.

“Your very confident.”

[“Because its true. You may have had a chance against this vessel alone. One on one we’re fairly equally matched. But I have this small task force as well. So your outnumbered, outgunned, and outclassed. Our ships are dedicated warships, yours is carrying massive scientific equipment and non-combatant personnel. If this becomes a shooting war your people will die for nothing. But if you surrender I’ll let your crew go, we’ll be keeping your senior officers as prisoners of war but the rest will be left where your starfleet can find them. After we strip the ship of its warp drive of course.”]

“I’ll want a minute to discuss this with my crew.”

[“I’ll give you five.”]


Endless Melody

Rey smirked when the connection ended.

“Turn all jamming systems up as far as they’ll go, launch boarding craft. Cheveyo.”

The coyote telepath looked up at him from her chair at the side.

“Yes, sir.”

“Contact your sisters, everyone is to concentrate fire on the enterprses shields on my mark..”

“Yes, Sky Marshal.”

Rey smiled at the Sister. The Sisterhood had sent telepaths to every ship to give the commanders an extra option in communications. The Sisters could talk across the barrier between realities, Rey’s use of them was slightly more unorthodox. With ever transmitter on the ship screaming jamming signals he was using them to coordinate the attack. Now to wait, he doubted Picard would surrender. He would probably have them seek out the source of the gravity wave and target them. But by then it would be to late. With every ship firing at once the Enterprise would lose shields and the boarding craft would attach to their hull, after that it didn’t matter if the enterprise ran. With the assault specialists aboard they wouldn’t be running long. They would reach engineering and force someone to eject the warp core. Or simply shoot the main computer until they got it to stop. The assault troops were very sincere and well trained, but not very bright in some ways. They were picked for their muscle, aggression, and combat experience not their brains.


USS Enterprise.

“Options?” Picard asked.

“The first ship was the source of the gravity wave, we could disable it.”

“I don’t see any other options, even if he was bluffing, they outnumber us 6 to 1.”Riker looked less than happy with that. ”We certainly can’t surrender.”

“Agreed, Lt. Walther manually target all weapons on the first vessel. Fire as soon as you are able.”

The Enterprise began firing on the Cath light cruiser, almost at the same moment all the Cath ships fired on the Enterprise. The Enterprises stabbing red beams and sparkling torpedoes struck the shields of the ‘Born Killer’, though strangely they didn’t give off radiant light as the federation shields did.

Meanwhile, the purple lightning like blasts from the Cath ships struck the Enterprise. Picard was nearly thrown from his chair, Lt. Walther was tossed away from his console and on to the floor.

“Shields down.”

Before Picard or Riker could say a word they heard a loud clanking noise.

“What was that?”

“Sir, we’ve got 10 objects attached to the hull!”

“What are they?”

“Some kind of boarding craft, we’ve got hull breaches and intruder life signs. They’re sensor stealthed so I can get the readings, but I can’t get a count. Sir one of those craft is on the hull outside your ready room.”

Everyone turned and looked at the ready room door.


Cath assault team #3

Lt. Ffraid watched the plasma arc torch burn through the hull with cool detachment. Ffraid wasn’t a Cath, though she had the same general body shape. She was from the island continent of Helrath. Evolution had gone a different path there. The mass extinction of the dinosaurs hadn’t touched Helrath. Separated by miles of ocean from the rest of the world the saurians had evolved. The smart, fast ‘raptors’ had become a sentient lifeform. Ffraid was a typical example of her kind. Tall stocky, with a thick tapering tail, a sickle shaped ‘killing claw’ on each foot. A long neck with a long muzzle.

Helrath had actually produced two intelligent species, her own the Menadinaa and the crocodilian Coccocax, literally the ‘hot’ and the ‘cold’.
The only reason they had managed to evolve was the vast gap in environment between them. The Cold lived almost exclusively around salt water lakes and the northern coastline, while the Hot lived more inland and avoided the (to them) poisonous salt water areas. Life there was harsh and brutal, the early Cath explorers thought the place was an extension of hell.

Especially when they met with the top of the food chain, the 15 ton Pradatorium Rex, at 6 feet tall and 12 long on average, these decedents of the Tyrannosaurus Rex were hard to kill with modern weapons. Fortunately there weren’t a lot of them and they weren’t very bright.

The torch finished its work and a rough door shape was cut in the hull. A quick blast of coolant and the airlock door openned. She waved her squad in after a quick check that the room was unoccupied. They filled the room rather quickly, everyone stood clear of the only door. The briefing had warned them the doors were almost all automatic and where to stand to avoid opening them. She hand signaled corporal Josep, he nodded and pulled a gas grenade from his belt. She moved just into range to open the door and they both tossed grenades into opposite sides of the bridge. She heard the bridge crew shouting and the pop-fwoosh of the grenades consuming themselves.

At this point she charged in, the helmets they wore filtered the air anyway so they wouldn’t get gassed. She found the bridge crew in various states of nearly out. She pointed out some of the humans who were on the capture list to her men. One of the crewmen fired at private Ugo, the wolf screamed as he was knocked over. The one with the weapon was on the floor below the gas level, he was woozy but not out. Seeing he wasn’t on the capture list, Ffraid raised her rifle and put six rounds into him. He blew apart rather messily, when one of the rounds hit his head. The high velocity .45 caliber rifle rounds could injure armored targets, to an unarmored one they were devastatingly overkill. Under her unblinking gaze they secured the prisoners and checked where the other doors went.

She checked on Ugo, he was out cold but not dead, the monitor in his suit diagnosed he had been hit by a neural stun weapon, he could just sleep it off. Satisfied she tapped her radio twice, signaling they had secured the bridge. From their boarding pod Sister Sooleawa entered, the silver fox was wearing the battlesuit of her order. No wear near as armored as the assault team, it was only padded kevlar. Though the Sisters didn’t fight with modern weapons anyway, they needed the extra mobility. It was also a rather noticeable red color. Sooleawa carried two sets of matched long knives. Her helmet had the same filters but was clear over the eyes with none of the electronic gear. The Sisterhood always gave Ffraid the creeps, Sooleawa had taken time to explain that it was because she had just a touch of telepathy, not enough to project or read minds but she could probably receive a directed message. The creepy feeling was that she could at least subconsciously ‘feel’ them using their gifts.

The Sister froze.

“We’re about to have company. That lift, 3 guards, one telepath.”

Ffraid motioned and everyone got out of the line of fire. The Sister literally vanished before her eyes. She was still there of coarse but projecting the image of empty space to everyone round her.

Satisfied everyone was out of the way she hid near the door. It opened and three humans emerged in a classic wedge pattern that let them cover the room. A dark haired human female was behind them with a confused look on her face.

Then she moved in on quick motion she threw the first across the bridge. Followed by a quick kick to the third while holding the muzzle of the second’s phaser rifle towards the ceiling. While the Cath battle suit does cover the wearer completely the instinct to use ones claws in hand to hand necessitated building claws into the battle suit as well on most Cath this was only on the hands, but on Ffraid this included the sickle claws on her feet. This turned what would have been a devestating but non lethal kick to the stomach into an evisceration. The disemboweled officer screamed quite loudly as she wrenched the second away from the door so the human female couldn’t shoot her while she dealt with him.

She felt rather than heard the Sister intercept the female in the lift. Meanwhile she ripped the rifle from the guards hands and delivered three fast blows to his face. The sickening crunches told her she had broken something, he fell to the floor screaming like his companion. Leaving the second for her troops to police, she walked over and a quick strike from her claw slit his throat, down to his spinal column. Leaving him to bleed out she went to check on the Sister.

The Sister had the human tied up and was staring her strait in the face. After a time the woman screamed and pleaded for Sooleawa to stop. She did stop after the woman had passed out. She looked at the human telepath with disgust.

“She was pathetic, I could have mind ripped her from the ship. She had virtually no mental discipline at all, she was always reading everyone around her, she thought she was safe because she’s an empath. Yet she has been mind raped twice, and still didn’t learn how to keep others out. She constantly violated her crew’s privacy and they just accepted it. These people are disgusting. I’m going to have to recommend quarantining her whole species, they so casually delve into people’s minds its frightening. None of them would be allowed out of our keeping. I’m tempted to send this one to the Brothers to be stripped of her abilities.”

“That bad?”

“Worse, she’s the ship’s counselor. How the hell does she deal with patients, great Empress, they can’t trust her to stay out of their heads, how are they suppose to trust her in sessions? If she was a full telepath I would have killed her here and now.”

“Will she stay out?”

“Yes, I implanted a command to sleep, only another telepath can wake her. We’ll get her in a disrupter collar once we get back. That’ll keep her in her own head.”

“Whatever I just want off this ship soon, I’m hungry and horny.”

“That’s the adrenalin talking, but I have to say, ditto.”

Ffraid snickered to herself, this was the most normal conversation she’d had in years, which was very sad in a way.

“Did she have any command codes?”

“Oh yeah, she did, I better get them to the team headed for life support.”

She closed her eyes as she contacted the sister with team 5.

“They’re already in the room and now have access to the life support controls.”

The room started filling with a blueish gas.

“This stuff is getting piped all over the ship.”

She walked to the security console stepping over the mess that was Lt. Walther.

“Yup, their all down only one active crewmember and team 7 is dealing with him.”

“Contact the Sky Marshal and get the jamming lifted so I can report to the colonel.”

“Yes, ma’am.”
She closed her eyes again. After a minute she opened them giggling to herself.

“What?”

“Um, I’ve been all but ordered to drag you off to bed with me when I get back.”

Ffraid looked around to see if her men were paying attention, they weren’t.

“That sounds interesting.”

“You do know we all share a single room right?”

“The Sisterhood’s orgies are somewhat legendary.”

“Those are a myth, most of us are straight, I however...”

“Are dragging me off to bed where they can all watch.”

“Something like that.”

“I don’t care. Though I’m disappointed about the lack of orgy, it would have given me something to brag about.”


Questions, comments, flames?

This better not be a "humans are destroying nature, they should become extinct instead of making other species become extinct" story like the ones those fucking ecoterrorists keep writing, or I swear I'll write a story about the Decepticon Expeditionary Force blasting the Cath homeworlds to dust.

Sidewinder wrote:This better not be a "humans are destroying nature, they should become extinct instead of making other species become extinct" story like the ones those fucking ecoterrorists keep writing, or I swear I'll write a story about the Decepticon Expeditionary Force blasting the Cath homeworlds to dust.

I like the story so far, but agree with sidewinder. If it takes that kind of turn it would ruin it for me.

darthdavid wrote:

Sidewinder wrote:This better not be a "humans are destroying nature, they should become extinct instead of making other species become extinct" story like the ones those fucking ecoterrorists keep writing, or I swear I'll write a story about the Decepticon Expeditionary Force blasting the Cath homeworlds to dust.

I like the story so far, but agree with sidewinder. If it takes that kind of turn it would ruin it for me.

It won't, their targeting the individuals they see as responsible for not putting a stop to Warp drive, not wiping out humans as a whole. The Ent senior crew, the Voy crew (mostly Janeway), the federation council, the federation science council, the president, starfleet command, and the Borg (the Borg know everything starfleet knows in theory.) The only group the Cath intend to ccompletely destroy is the Borg, for the shear logic that the Borg are a hive mind therefore are all equally guilty.

This is about more about revenge for the Cath killed (especially the Empress's family) than anything else.

It has nothing to do with 'nature vs. humans' the Cath have technological parity, and while they (like us) do have 'get back to nature' freaks they aren't appearing in the story except as a side note to one character's origins. The Cath are no better or worse than humans when it comes to defiling nature. They are certainly just as egocentric, the differance is they know it, they are more honest with themselves.

In a nut shell they wouldn't give two shits if warp drive destroyed the federation's universe, if it hadn't affected their own in a lethal manner.

They have in fact spent years ignoring the damage to their own space Warp Drive in the Federations galaxy (everyones drives not just theirs) was doing. The massive loss of life was a huge wake-up call.

Setesh wrote:“You are aware of the events in the region you call the Hekaras Corridor.”

“Vaguely, something about some crackpot beliving warp drive damaged space and blowing herself up to prove it.”

It's been a while since I saw 'Star Trek'. Did this occur in 'The Next Generation' episode where an ecologist noted that warp drives were devastating her homeworld's environment because of their effect on subspace, an obvious referral to the hole in Earth's ozone layer? And if so, why did it take the Cath years to begin their war? Did they have difficulty tracing the subspace explosion back to its source?

By the way, if my memory is correct, the ecologist-turned-terrorist was a civilian. Why have the Cath targeted the Federation instead of the planet of that idiot who caused more damage to her homeworld with that 'demonstration' than seven more years of warp activity near the planet?

Sidewinder wrote:

Setesh wrote:“You are aware of the events in the region you call the Hekaras Corridor.”

“Vaguely, something about some crackpot beliving warp drive damaged space and blowing herself up to prove it.”

It's been a while since I saw 'Star Trek'. Did this occur in 'The Next Generation' episode where an ecologist noted that warp drives were devastating her homeworld's environment because of their effect on subspace, an obvious referral to the hole in Earth's ozone layer? And if so, why did it take the Cath years to begin their war? Did they have difficulty tracing the subspace explosion back to its source?

By the way, if my memory is correct, the ecologist-turned-terrorist was a civilian. Why have the Cath targeted the Federation instead of the planet of that idiot who caused more damage to her homeworld with that 'demonstration' than seven more years of warp activity near the planet?

The Hekaras corridor bit was where the federation via the Ent-D learned that warp drive was damaging the fabric of space time, the corridor was so unstable already it was just easier to notice. But the connected area in Cath space is uninhabited.

The disaster that affected the Cath was Janeways destruction of the Borg transwarp conduits which is much more recent. And reading back it is mentioned in the fic.

Its taken till now for them to find a way to breakthrough to get at them.

They weren't even sure the federation was the cause till they captured a few ships. The Gordon wasn't the first ship they nabbed, it was just important story wise because they intended to send someone back this time. Preparing to fight the war has taken a while as well. They've been making deals and treaties to keep the homefront quiet while they do this.