Kirk Starkiller (working title) A B5/TOS Crossover

[Darth Phoenix]

Must have more...

[Xon]

I like it

good. also you'll get to see a lot more of Starfleet's dark side soon.

Darkside? This isnt a darkside.

Once they start pulling Imperium Of Man tactics of sterilizing an entire inhabited planet to kill something akin to a Chaos Deamon (Trek does have some crappy clones of those) or a bunch of Shadow's running around, then they are visiting the darkside and planning on buying real-estate .

Till then its a dip into the greyer side of the normally blindingly white Federation politics(given you were hinting that the precursor TNG politics were showing up as a direct result of Shep's success in taking the Klingons out).

At least this time Shep isnt going to drive the Federation into TNG politics by annihilated the only major enemy the Federation had as military power.

The B5verse has too many nasties in it (PS Eliminating the Vorlon & Shadows with extreme prejudice would be a good idea for the Federation) for the Federation to go soft too quickly.

[Col. Crackpot]

I like it

good. also you'll get to see a lot more of Starfleet's dark side soon.

Darkside? This isnt a darkside.

Once they start pulling Imperium Of Man tactics of sterilizing an entire inhabited planet to kill something akin to a Chaos Deamon (Trek does have some crappy clones of those) or a bunch of Shadow's running around, then they are visiting the darkside and planning on buying real-estate .

Till then its a dip into the greyer side of the normally blindingly white Federation politics(given you were hinting that the precursor TNG politics were showing up as a direct result of Shep's success in taking the Klingons out).

At least this time Shep isnt going to drive the Federation into TNG politics by annihilated the only major enemy the Federation had as military power.

The B5verse has too many nasties in it (PS Eliminating the Vorlon & Shadows with extreme prejudice would be a good idea for the Federation) for the Federation to go soft too quickly.

keep in mind, every action has an effect on the timeline of each respective universe. The Federation is in a de facto war with the Minbari, the Minbari offensive is briefly stalled at Barnard's Star. How will the Vorlons react? how will this fit into the longer term? What about the future great war? On the trek side Mark Sheppard killed Kirk's son. Khan is still marooned on Ceti Alpha 5. Praxis may never happen.

i started out with an idea for a quick story revolving around the Feds in the Earth Minbari war, but i have so many ideas on how i want to develop this story. I just can't wait until i get my computer set up in the new house so i can bang out a chapter or two a week.

[SpecWar826]

:Faints at the thought of 2 chapters a week:

[Col. Crackpot]

:Faints at the thought of 2 chapters a week:

it will be a while before i hit that pace. my new computer room is painted (as is most of the rest of the house, save the kitchen) but i'm rewiring the electrical system in my house, and my furnature is still in storage. summertime, when i can sit out on the patio with a beer and my wife's laptop and get stuff written. i'll just string you along for now.

[NecronLord]

How will the Vorlons react?

Shock and horror. As far as they're concerned, the timeline they're presumably passingly familiar with thanks to Valen, has just been buggered.

I wouldn't be surprised if they sent a fleet to attack the Federation to try and restore the original time-line.

[Xon]

I wouldn't be surprised if they sent a fleet to attack the Federation to try and restore the original time-line.

They never did stike me as the brightest of the bunch.

[NecronLord]

I wouldn't be surprised if they sent a fleet to attack the Federation to try and restore the original time-line.

They never did stike me as the brightest of the bunch.

Think about the numbers involved here...

The Feddies have 12 battleships, which they call 'Heavy Cruisers' (though admittedly that number's gone out of the window here with the revalation of Shep's fleet) and throughout the movie era, Earth is defended by at most three or four ships.

Without Earth the Federation would collapse, see, for example, Nemesis, though that's hardly a valid comparison, we've usually seen the Feddies being super dependant upon Earth.

You think if the Vorlons did as they were going to with Centauri Prime (Remember, the Vorlons do not fight in a half assed manner. Overwhelming force seems to appeal to them), and sent two planet killers and several hundred or even thousand ships ("not dozens, not hundreds, but thousands of ships") to escort them, to Earth, the Feddies could fight them off?

With Four ships, and a space station which may or may not, be armed (see ST4, where spacedock doesn't fire)?

Bear in mind that in this fic, we've seen Minbari weapons take down Federation shields in a few shots. It's very likely that a single discharge from a Vorlon ship would punch through them in short order. Thousands of ships in the same league as the feddies who have... four...

Doesn't seem stupid to me.

Regardless of what the actual numbers on the two shows are, Minbari in this fic can effectively hurt Federation ships. By that token, if the Vorlons come for the Federation, they can bend over and kiss their ass goodbye.

[Col. Crackpot]

The Feddies have 12 battleships, which they call 'Heavy Cruisers' (though admittedly that number's gone out of the window here with the revalation of Shep's fleet) and throughout the movie era, Earth is defended by at most three or four ships.

According to the novel in which the Federation class dreadnaught made its appearance, there were 20 constructed. In my fic 16 have been refit. IIRC there should be 11 surviving Connies at this point (USS Defiant MIA) is we go by the evidence at hand. However i'm not sure. That statement about 12 heavy cruisers was made in the early TOS era. No new connies were built after that point even though the ships were still in their prime? I'm tossing that out... although for reality sake i can't imagine there being more than a couple dozen. Also, the countless hoards of obsolete Mirandas we see in the TNG era came from somewhere.

Without Earth the Federation would collapse, see, for example, Nemesis, though that's hardly a valid comparison, we've usually seen the Feddies being super dependant upon Earth.

well yes and no. I imagine Vulcan and Andor could hold on. Anyway plan on seeing Andor and Andorians play a major role in this fic.

You think if the Vorlons did as they were going to with Centauri Prime, and sent two planet killers and several hundred or even thousand battleships to escort them, to Earth, the Feddies could fight them off?

With Four ships, and a space station which may or may not, be armed (see ST4, where spacedock doesn't fire.).

Nothing could fire on the whale probe. ships were paralized nearly instantly when it approaced. as far as Defending earth...well. nevermind

Bear in mind that in this fic, we've seen Minbari weapons take down Federation shields in a few shots. It's very likely that a single discharge from a Vorlon ship would punch through them in short order. Thousands of ships in the same league as the feddies who have... four...

Doesn't seem stupid to me.

four? where did you get that number? There were about 2 dozen ships and dozens of small weapon platforms guarding the wormhole while Kirk et al were fighting the Minbari.

[NecronLord]

According to the novel in which the Federation class dreadnaught made its appearance,

Eww, dreadnoughts. Eww... (Rodenberry seemed to have the connie-refit down as the largest and most powerful vessel of that era.)

there were 20 constructed. In my fic 16 have been refit. IIRC there should be 11 surviving Connies at this point (USS Defiant MIA) is we go by the evidence at hand.

The Constitution was also destroyed, by the Planet Killer, IIRC.

However i'm not sure. That statement about 12 heavy cruisers was made in the early TOS era. No new connies were built after that point even though the ships were still in their prime? I'm tossing that out... although for reality sake i can't imagine there being more than a couple dozen. Also, the countless hoards of obsolete Mirandas we see in the TNG era came from somewhere.

Well, the Miranda is more of a destroyer or cruiser, so, you could argue between fifty to a hundred of them being built.

well yes and no. I imagine Vulcan and Andor could hold on. Anyway plan on seeing Andor and Andorians play a major role in this fic.

Your choice, but still. Just about every time Earth has been threatened in the canon, they seem to think the Federation can't live without it.

Nothing could fire on the whale probe. ships were paralized nearly instantly when it approaced. as far as Defending earth...well. nevermind

It was, IIRC, within a few lengths (you can see it fall into the shadow or somesuch) of the probe before it was neutralised. If it couldn' t fire before then, on a target best described as "Fuckhuge" then their weapons tech really, really sucks.

four? where did you get that number? There were about 2 dozen ships and dozens of small weapon platforms guarding the wormhole while Kirk et al were fighting the Minbari.

The canon. If you want to create a fleet of ten thousand Excelsiors, that's what works for this fic, but until we get some evidence to the contrary, the canon really should stand. We never see more than three or four ships in spacedock, and no other starfleet ships in orbit of Earth. You know, it's a bit out there to push a federation fleet of over a few hundred ships though... Total.

[Col. Crackpot]

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low-mid hundreds is what i had figured for the federation. that includes everything from the lowly ptolmy and saladin classes on up to the connies and federations. Obviously a great many of them will be far from the action. So a hundred or two against the minbari fleet. However the heavily defended wormhole is one hell of a choke point.

[NecronLord]

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low-mid hundreds is what i had figured for the federation. that includes everything from the lowly ptolmy and saladin classes on up to the connies and federations. Obviously a great many of them will be far from the action. So a hundred or two against the minbari fleet.

Sounds about right.

However the heavily defended wormhole is one hell of a choke point.

Yup. Though technically, really pissed off Vorlons can build interdimensional gateways which may or may not get there. (Thirdspace, shudder) depending on your preferences.

In any case, they would probably not attack, especially if they thought the Feddies could be pointed at the Shadows...

[Alyrium Denryle]

My godles.. SHep... with a ship... that contains multi-magaton warheads.... If I believed in god I would be on the ground chanting the All Father... *cowers in terror*

[consequences]

Minor nitpick Necronlord, the Constellation was the ship destroyed by the Planet-Killer.

[Alyrium Denryle]

I woudnt mind seeing EA ships go against the feds. Torops Vs. Defense grid...

[Thag]

Well, here's some ship numbers to play with if you're interested. According to SOTSF Vol.1, as of 2285, Starfleet has:

Heavy Cruisers-90
Strike Cruisers-28
Battlecruisers-7
Through-deck Cruisers-10
Large Exploration Cruisers-5
Medium Cruisers-21
Light Cruisers-17
Heavy Frigates-15
Frigates-68
Fast Frigates-29
Heavy Destroyers-5
Destroyers-77
Heavy Scouts-32
Scouts-43
Dreadnoughts-28
Command Ships-13
Perimeter Action Ships-216
Corvettes-52
Shuttlecarriers-4
Transports-25
Tugs-30
Tenders-22
Combat Support-30
Misc-21

[Col. Crackpot]

USS Hathaway In Orbit Earth Alliance Antares Colony


O’Rourke sank back into his command chair stroking his chin. The sensor reports painted a bleak picture of the planet below. Elevated levels hydrocarbons, gamma radiation and the charred remnants of what appeared to be large settlements and military outposts dotted the surface. The planet was clearly bombed from orbit, however the level of destruction was not quite what his counterpart in the Earth Alliance had claimed. Fog of war? He thought to himself. Or a deliberate attempt to garner sympathy.

“Where is the largest cluster of human life signs Sauren?” He remained motionless

“There are approximately twelve hundred life signs within one kilometer of a large river delta located on the northwestern continent. There are signs of combustion and limited electrical power.”

“Very well, I’m taking down an away team. Ensign Calloway, Lieutenant Alvarez you’re with me.” O’Rourke lethargically rose from his seat. “Sauren have a security detail meet us in transporter room 2, and signal T’Val on the Oberth, give him our coordinates. He may join us if he wishes to do so.”

“Aye sir”


Refugee Camp Hope 25 KM South of New Melbourne, Antares Colony


The sickly yellow sky seemed to add to the misery that was life in the Hope Refugee Camp. What began as a small cluster of tents dotting the Wildfish River had grown over the past months into a sprawling tent city. The handful of survivors from New Melbourne were now joined by intrepid and hardy souls who trekked over the gray Eastern hills in search of food and their fellow survivors. With people arriving daily, a dozen new arrivals would normally not attract much attention. These, new arrivals however were wearing clean survival gear and were armed. They seemingly materialized out of thin air, and startled more than a few locals. Shouts and a few nervous screams filled the air.

A group of men armed with pistols and clubs emerged from a large round hut, and cautiously approached the newcomers. “Who are you?” one nervously demanded, training his pistol. His voice cracked with desperation. “What do you want with us?”

O’Rourke raised his hands and gestured for the federation security detail to lower their weapons before stepping forward. “My name is Captain Sean O’Rourke of the Starship Hathaway. I represent a government called the United Federation of Planets. We’re here to help.”

The squalor of the camp was disgusting. The river served as both a source of water, and a public toilet. Garbage was piled high in the southwestern corner of the camp, and hundreds of makeshift graves dotted the grassland to the north.

“Federation of planets? What’s that? You’re not Earthforce….” The haggard man’s questions seemed almost rhetorical. “Ok… Ok…We need medicine. We have hundreds of people with radiation sickness… and infections. If you want to help us so much, then bring us some medicine.”

“I’ll arrange that with my ship. Calloway, inform the Hathaway of the current situation. We’ll need medical teams, rations, blankets, building supplies anything we can muster. I’m sure Captain T’Var can do the same.” The tall Vulcan nodded to his subordinate and complied with the request.

“ Now, mister…”

“Norris. Patrick Norris”

“Mister Norris, are you in charge here, or is there someone else”


“Ah… yes. the Governor. I’m sure she would want to speak with you.” His eyes were aglow now. “Right this way captain!”




The Starship Oberth, despite bearing the name of an ancient Earth scientist, was crewed nearly entirely Vulcans. While she was able to protect herself, she was primarily a science vessel and carried the latest in sensor equipment. The discipline of her predominately Vulcan crew was tremendous. After the initial bustle of activity and the subsequent humanitarian operations, the crew was settled back into their routine. Her Captain was on the surface with an away team, as was the Captain of the Hathaway. Further relief efforts were being coordinated with the local authorities.

Her Science officer, a petite Vulcan woman named Nashara was currently running low level tacheon sweeps of the planets northern polar region. The ecological damage to the planet was indeed quite severe. Emotional beings could be quite irrational. An anomalous reading caught her eye. Tacheon feedback emanating from an unused subspace band was echoing off the planet. She narrowed her scan and elevated the beam to radiate upward 14 degrees from the planet’s pole.

“Commander. I recommend evasive maneuvers. I have a possible subspace contact, correction multiple contacts inbound. They are located in a high subspace domain, and are definitely not a natural phenomenon. ETA twenty seconds.”

“Notify Hathaway” the emotionless Vulcan commander took his seat.

An angry vortex erupted and tore apart the calmness of space. Four Minbari cruisers sprung forth and launched a barrage of yellow fire towards the Oberth. Fortunately for her and her and her crew, she suffered a glancing blow on her starboard nacelle.

Red-orange pulses of light struck back, hitting the lead attacker head on. Shuddering momentarily, the stricken war cruiser fired again, and again burning through the weakened shields of the Oberth. Her mission pod was torn off aft of the nacelle mounts and she spun wildly out of control.

Hathaway jumped to warp and emerged on the starboard flank of her attackers. A quartet of photons leapt forth, two finding targets and rendering them burning wrecks. Phaser fire lanced out and struck the forth attacker, however she suddenly found herself flanked by five more attackers emerging from hyperspace jump points. Taking several his on her port aft quarter, she sluggishly limped to warp one in a desperate evasion attempt.

The Minbari turned on the crippled Oberth now, but like a wild animal, the Federation Starship proved to be most dangerous when mortally wounded. A torpedo spat out of her lone tube and caved in the front of War Cruiser, gutting it. That would prove to be the Oberth’s final act of service to the Federation as dozens of yellow beams carved through her like a piece of roasted meat.

Aboard the Hathaway, her bridge crew sat shocked upon seeing the savage death of their comrades. Time was running short. The Minbari were taking up positions around the planet, and there were over 2 dozen Starfleet officers trapped there.

“Mister Ishikoff, I understand you developed a reputation for, shall we say unorthodox flying at the academy. Is that correct.” The Vulcan asked with a quizzical look.

“Aye Captain” a broad smile crossed the lanky young man’s face.

“Very well. Bridge to transporter room, stand by for rapid transport. Coordinate with the helm.” And with that the middle aged Vulcan swore he could feel a twinge of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

[consequences]

First post mwahahaha!

Edit: that taken care of, Federation and Empire actually has a pretty workable build rate. Basically, during peactime only enough construction is done to maintain the fleet's size(pesky planet killers and Amoebas), with minimal additions to strength. When on a full engaged wartime economy, the Federaation is capable of putting out about sixty ships a year with the shipyard facilities, with the option of producing additional ships at double the normal cost to represent the lack of infrastructure t support this.
The Federation can maintain this build rate for about ten years before their economy starts going severely down the shitter, and another five years after that at 75% of capacity before dropping to half of the base economic strength from then on.
The sixty ships breaks down to 2 dreadnought hulls, 4 Connies, 24 Mirandas, and thirty frigate/war destroyer hulls hulls(No equivalent canon class that I can really figure, but dinky little ships). Only Constitutions or smaller can be built in addition to the normal rate, and Dreadnoughts(and the rebuilds of the baseline Consitution hull) are just to damned big to be built outside of a dedicated shipyard.

Each hull has a host of variant hulls, ranging from scouts, to command variants, to assault troop transports, to carriers, to fast raiders, to practically anything you can think of these days.

If the Feds went with just straight Miranda production, using the rules they could build fifty-six a year off of their base economy, with no expansion. Of course, this makes no allowances for conversions, base building, ground defenses, or anything resembling a decent command ship, so it would be a hideous idea in the long term. The max construction they could do on their budget would be 24 Mirandas, and 68 Frigates, but the same lack of support/infrastructure/anything useful applies.

Of course, if you aren't into Star Fleet Battles/Federation and Empire, getting and processing the information could be a lot more trouble than you want to inflict upon yourself.

[Col. Crackpot]

The Battle of Barnard's Star - Part 1

Kirk was restless, and his mind raced as he walked the hallways of the Enterprise. The midnight watch always held an eerie calm, and Kirk needed something to put him at ease. The events on the far side of the wormhole had unnerved him greatly. He was now dealing with an enemy that could suddenly materialize in front of him and fade away again without any way for him to follow. If the Minbari were allowed to gain a foothold in federation space, the consequences would be disastrous.

Jumpspace, hyperspace, whatever it was called, would have been the fancy of scientists and engineers throughout the Federation if discovered under more favorable circumstances. Now however, Starfleet R&D in Tokyo and the Vulcan Science Academy were both locked in a desperate struggle to discover as many secrets as possible from these mysterious drives to provide some method to track or at least detect the Minbari should they break the Federation Blockade.

He remembered something Captain Pham had told him about beacons and the need for locating one’s place in hyperspace, just as he walked face first into a pair of Yeomen on a security detail, and managed to get himself knocked to the ground.

“Oh my.. I’m sorry Admiral, I didn’t see you there!” The burly young Trill was scared to death at the realization that he just damn near gave James T. Kirk a concussion. “Here let me help.”

“No, no Yeoman. Its my fault. I should have been paying attention to where I was going.” He took the young man’s hand as he rose from the floor. “I should probably get back to my quarters, I’ve…”

His sentence was interrupted by the sudden jarring blast of the red alert klaxon. Within moments the hallway sprung to life as Kirk rushed to the nearest turbo lift. Mr. Chekov’s disembodied voice summoned all senior officers to the bridge, and at that moment the Enterprise shook, hard.

It took a few moments more for the turbo lift to reach it’s destination, and again the Enterprise shook violently knocking James Kirk out of the turbo lift and onto the floor. There, his already spinning head suffered yet another blow and his field of vision filled with stars.

“Report, Commander Chekov!“ Anxious voices filled the bridge as he pulled himself up.

“There are Hundreds of them sir! Capital ships …They are overrunning the weapon satellites and are engaging Starbase 17!” It took a moment for Kirk to process what was going on.

“Tactical view, and order a fleet wide evasive!” Kirk leapt to his seat and instinct took over.

On Starbase 17, which had just been tractored over from its post guarding the Barnard Shipyards hours ago, the situation was growing desperate. She was an older station, and while she had seen many refits and upgrades over the years, the shields were simply not designed to hold off the combined fire of hundreds of warships. Fortunately they all seemed to be scoring glancing blows as they charged headlong through the Federation defenses. Had they chose to stay and assault the station, it would be no more.

“That’s 23 down sir, but they’re still coming.” The young ensign at the science station had horrible plasma burns on his right side, but he manned his post. There was no one else.

“Weapons, overload the damn phasers, take out as many as possible.” Commander Patricia Thomas’s face was a bloody mess. Although she fared better than her late commanding officer Commodore Smythe. “and where the hell are those photons?”

“Photon control will be back online in 30 seconds sir” another voice… another disfigured officer.

Outside, the swirling maelstrom belched out the last of the Minbari attackers. The Federation defenses were beginning to falter. Half of the defense satellites were gone. Two of the new heavy weapons platforms were burning wrecks and a dozen starships were dead in space. More still fought on holding together despite horrific damage. The Minbari did not escape unharmed. Thirty Tnashi frigates and twenty Sharlins were blasted to atoms, and more drifted crippled pouring what little energy they had left into their weapons arrays.

The Federation blockade force was caught by surprise, in the middle of the night. Only now had the hundred or so remaining ships begun to form up around the Enterprise and strike back.

“Uhura!” Kirk shouted as he punched away at the computer console in front of him “Tactical transmission… tight beam to all ships. Stand by to engage the following attack pattern on my mark!”

Acrid smoke filled the bridge. Kirk was readying the fleet for a bold move, if it worked they’d hold on for just a bit longer. Still, he needed some heavier firepower and Commodore Sheppard was still several minutes
away.

“Stand by…. Stand by. Mark!” with Kirk’s word Uhura pressed a single button that immediately beamed a signal to the one hundred and seven combat capable starships remaining in the system. As once they accelerated to warp. Dozens of ships arced outward and the Minbari were treated to a sight that resembled a glowing blue flower for less than a second. As suddenly as they had disappeared the Federation fleet had reappeared in a series of rings surrounding the bulk of the Minbari fleet. They opened fire.

The Minbari were completely unprepared for an sudden enveloping attack from over a hundred new vectors at once and the fleet withered under sustained fire. Dozens of warships simply blinked out of existence. Fighters that were providing cover failed to even slow phaser beams intended for the heavy ships at the core of the formation.

“Miranda group 4, Constellation group 3 and Saladin groups 9 and 11 press attack on grid 4 section 8! Exeter and Eagle form up with Saladin group 4 and Miranda group 2 Contain the breakaway group making a run for the shipyards!” Kirk leapt from his seat and ran towards the science station. “Uhura, get me the commander of the wing of Ptolemy tugs holding point around the Starbase… and where the hell are my dreadnaughts!”

“Lt. Commander Albert Green on screen sir!” Uhura chimed in pleasantly.

“Green, I need you to hold off the Starbase on your own! Do that and I’ll personally see to it that you are promoted out of the Logistics Command, got it?

“Aye sir” The very young Lt. Commander practically went pale

“Very good, Kirk out.” He paused for a second “Uhura, Order the Soyuz and Miranda group 1 to form up on our flanks. Mr. Sulu standby to take us in, we’re making a run for that big bastard in the middle.”

[Enigma]

Too short!!! Must have more!

[Agent R]

You're holding back just to torture us, aren't you!?! Not even an ETA on the next chapter?

[Col. Crackpot]

You're holding back just to torture us, aren't you!?! Not even an ETA on the next chapter?

ok how how does flurbsday sound?

seriously, soon.

[Typhonis 1]

Well the fight did happen tween a CA and three DD vs ...6 Sharlins DN analogs fior the Minbari...if tyou need more Bonehead ships I have a liiting of them from B5 Wars

[paladin3030]

You're holding back just to torture us, aren't you!?! Not even an ETA on the next chapter?

ok how how does flurbsday sound?

seriously, soon.

Seriously when are you going to update?

It's been over a month sence we seen you.

[paladin3030]

I was over at SB & I have just finished reading the NEW chapter.

I'm not going to tell what happens You are going to have to wait till later to see.