To Boldly Go... (a Starfleet quest)
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Fallenblades643
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Betting it all on Kirk and his Connie? I like these odds.
His predecessor in position and ship backing him up? Even better.
Nash making ready to hit the war path? We'll be golden baby.
His predecessor in position and ship backing him up? Even better.
Nash making ready to hit the war path? We'll be golden baby.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Drawback:
Nash is stuck on a ship full of Enterprise characters. Hopefully, their upgraded versions.
Nash, looking at T'Pol:
"Excuse me, but how's your phase cannon targeteering skill?"
Nash is stuck on a ship full of Enterprise characters. Hopefully, their upgraded versions.
Nash, looking at T'Pol:
"Excuse me, but how's your phase cannon targeteering skill?"
Mostly I suspect Nash is weirded out the most not about being in the distant past and interacting with the less distant past, but by having a higher RANK than them.
It's down right unsettling to outrank Jim Kirk and the rest of the TOS cohort, let alone Archer.
And she's got to give the orders since she actually knows the most about what's going on. She's probably got a tension headache from the stress.
It's down right unsettling to outrank Jim Kirk and the rest of the TOS cohort, let alone Archer.
And she's got to give the orders since she actually knows the most about what's going on. She's probably got a tension headache from the stress.
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- Location
- Patriarchova
Linderley: "Now where did I put those shades..."
- Location
- California
*Nash grins wider.*
2315.Q2.M2 - These Are The Voyages... Pt5
- Location
- Australia
The shuttlecraft currently affixed to one of the NX-01's two docking ports is like a thing out of a science fiction novel for the crew. And as Hoshi Sato and Travis Mayweather settle in for the pre-flight checks, it really drove home that the mysterious Commodore was plainly from another time.
"I can't help but feel we'd be better off trying to fight that ship in this shuttle," mutters Hoshi.
"Hey, have faith in the big NX," objects Travis. "She'll get the job done, as long as we get our job done."
-
Nash watches T'Pol's hands fly across the science console, running the analysis of the Blank Slate's power signature, finding the weakpoint and running the the calculations. The n-dimensional polarity of the mentat's chronotronic field has to be precisely accounted for to carry this out. One of the many oddities of this timeline is having a Vulcan look at her with such suspicion, and a rather larger emotional payload than any she has known in the past. But T'Pol is nothing if not professional and talented. Finally she looks up and gives Nash a nod.
"The Mentat Betarre will most likely identify what is happening and scramble this frequency again within minutes," says T'Pol. "But until she does, there will be a window open where the Blank Slate will be without weapons and shields."
-
"This has got to be a trick, no shuttlecraft can have a sublight acceleration like this!" blurts Travis as the Type-4 shuttle burst out from the kind of polar turbulence that would have obliterated one of the shuttlepods from the NX-01.
"Quiet," snaps Hoshi as she activates her console. "I'm trying to juggle encryption codes from five distinct generations of cryptography here."
An alarm starts flashing away on a head-up display, prompting a grimace from the pilot. "Well, whatever you're doing, do it fast, the Blank Slate has just noticed us and I don't think they're feeling kindly."
Hoshi waves a hand at him. "Don't tell me that, I know I'm on the clock already." A series of error buzzes emanate from her console, until finally a friendlier ding sounds. "Perfect. Enterprise NCC-1701 and NCC-1002, this is shuttle 1701-B/5, please respond."
-
"They're charging straight in, the Blank Slate looks like its breaking orbit to turn and engage them," reports T'Pol.
Jonathon Archer turns and nods. "Alright. Helm, Science, stand by. We'll get one shot at this. Our futures require perfection now, I know you won't let me down." He turns back to Nash. "On your order, Commodore."
"Stand by," replies Nash, trying not to dwell on how ... mind-blowing it is to have what are most likely the two singularly most important explorers of the Federation's history, both future Admirals, one a future President of the Federation, awaiting her command. All while standing on the bridge of a ship that was a museum ship in her own time. What a world...
She watches as the tracks move on the plot on her console, and then she grins, feeling the thrill of the hunt. "Get us upstairs, Captain Archer."
-
"The NX-01 is signalling, Captain, they're about to start the radiation barrage," says Uhura.
"Good, take us in, Sulu," orders Kirk. "I want every phaser and photon torpedo tube set." He spares a glance for Spock and adds, "I'm not sure I'm a big fan of this sort of exotic physics to try to decide a battle. It's a very risky thing to have to bet on."
"Nonetheless, it is clearly the superior option here," replies the Commander. "They are commencing. Shields are down, Captain."
"Fire!"
-
On his own bridge, Captain Babajide grins and urges his own ship forward. The Ranger and Constitution class ships dive into the fray, their phasers cutting brilliant blue bolts into the Arcadian science ship, their torpedoes racing out. Victory is on the lips of every bridge officer. But the trick bag of a full Mentat runs very, very deep, and abruptly a field pops up around the Blank Slate, and no every nadion particle within its radius self-annihilates in an dazzling inferno of light and fury while subspace field work of the sort that every supercomputer specialist in the Federation will tell you is simply impossible diverts the course of the sustainer-field driven torpedoes. It regains weapons and begins to strike back, and soon the shields of the two Enterprises are nearly failing, while the phase cannons of the NX-01 struggle to gain purchase on the hull.
-
"If you have any ideas, Commodore, I'd love to hear them," calls Archer across the bridge as it shakes again under a blow.
Nash laughs as she looks for the answer on her plotting board. "Likewise, Captain! ... wait!"
"There's a new ship arriving in-system," reports T'Pol at her desk. "I do not recognise it, but it shares similar characteristics to the other Starfleet vessels."
"I didn't expect Alpha Centauri to be this crowded ten million years in the past," says Archer. "What are the land prices like?"
"Prices?" asks Nash before she gets a good look at the newcomer on her display. "By the Star of Andor, it's a Miranda!"
The backup Communications specialist turns about in her seat. "Captain, audio hail to the fleet from the newcomer!"
"On speakers."
"This is Captain Maria Volkov of the USS Lion," comes the hail. "I'm not sure who you're fighting, but if three starships Enterprise want something blasted, who am I to argue?"
Nash barely manages a squeak at her console.
"I can't help but feel we'd be better off trying to fight that ship in this shuttle," mutters Hoshi.
"Hey, have faith in the big NX," objects Travis. "She'll get the job done, as long as we get our job done."
-
Nash watches T'Pol's hands fly across the science console, running the analysis of the Blank Slate's power signature, finding the weakpoint and running the the calculations. The n-dimensional polarity of the mentat's chronotronic field has to be precisely accounted for to carry this out. One of the many oddities of this timeline is having a Vulcan look at her with such suspicion, and a rather larger emotional payload than any she has known in the past. But T'Pol is nothing if not professional and talented. Finally she looks up and gives Nash a nod.
"The Mentat Betarre will most likely identify what is happening and scramble this frequency again within minutes," says T'Pol. "But until she does, there will be a window open where the Blank Slate will be without weapons and shields."
-
"This has got to be a trick, no shuttlecraft can have a sublight acceleration like this!" blurts Travis as the Type-4 shuttle burst out from the kind of polar turbulence that would have obliterated one of the shuttlepods from the NX-01.
"Quiet," snaps Hoshi as she activates her console. "I'm trying to juggle encryption codes from five distinct generations of cryptography here."
An alarm starts flashing away on a head-up display, prompting a grimace from the pilot. "Well, whatever you're doing, do it fast, the Blank Slate has just noticed us and I don't think they're feeling kindly."
Hoshi waves a hand at him. "Don't tell me that, I know I'm on the clock already." A series of error buzzes emanate from her console, until finally a friendlier ding sounds. "Perfect. Enterprise NCC-1701 and NCC-1002, this is shuttle 1701-B/5, please respond."
-
"They're charging straight in, the Blank Slate looks like its breaking orbit to turn and engage them," reports T'Pol.
Jonathon Archer turns and nods. "Alright. Helm, Science, stand by. We'll get one shot at this. Our futures require perfection now, I know you won't let me down." He turns back to Nash. "On your order, Commodore."
"Stand by," replies Nash, trying not to dwell on how ... mind-blowing it is to have what are most likely the two singularly most important explorers of the Federation's history, both future Admirals, one a future President of the Federation, awaiting her command. All while standing on the bridge of a ship that was a museum ship in her own time. What a world...
She watches as the tracks move on the plot on her console, and then she grins, feeling the thrill of the hunt. "Get us upstairs, Captain Archer."
-
"The NX-01 is signalling, Captain, they're about to start the radiation barrage," says Uhura.
"Good, take us in, Sulu," orders Kirk. "I want every phaser and photon torpedo tube set." He spares a glance for Spock and adds, "I'm not sure I'm a big fan of this sort of exotic physics to try to decide a battle. It's a very risky thing to have to bet on."
"Nonetheless, it is clearly the superior option here," replies the Commander. "They are commencing. Shields are down, Captain."
"Fire!"
-
On his own bridge, Captain Babajide grins and urges his own ship forward. The Ranger and Constitution class ships dive into the fray, their phasers cutting brilliant blue bolts into the Arcadian science ship, their torpedoes racing out. Victory is on the lips of every bridge officer. But the trick bag of a full Mentat runs very, very deep, and abruptly a field pops up around the Blank Slate, and no every nadion particle within its radius self-annihilates in an dazzling inferno of light and fury while subspace field work of the sort that every supercomputer specialist in the Federation will tell you is simply impossible diverts the course of the sustainer-field driven torpedoes. It regains weapons and begins to strike back, and soon the shields of the two Enterprises are nearly failing, while the phase cannons of the NX-01 struggle to gain purchase on the hull.
-
"If you have any ideas, Commodore, I'd love to hear them," calls Archer across the bridge as it shakes again under a blow.
Nash laughs as she looks for the answer on her plotting board. "Likewise, Captain! ... wait!"
"There's a new ship arriving in-system," reports T'Pol at her desk. "I do not recognise it, but it shares similar characteristics to the other Starfleet vessels."
"I didn't expect Alpha Centauri to be this crowded ten million years in the past," says Archer. "What are the land prices like?"
"Prices?" asks Nash before she gets a good look at the newcomer on her display. "By the Star of Andor, it's a Miranda!"
The backup Communications specialist turns about in her seat. "Captain, audio hail to the fleet from the newcomer!"
"On speakers."
"This is Captain Maria Volkov of the USS Lion," comes the hail. "I'm not sure who you're fighting, but if three starships Enterprise want something blasted, who am I to argue?"
Nash barely manages a squeak at her console.
Quite sensible.
Enterprise may be the name of a ship borne through the generations of the UFP, but it's more than a name alone. It's the name of the UFP. The pride of the fleet, the flagship all others look to. It's so much an expression of the ideal UFP Explorer Corps crew and officers as it's the ideal Starfleet ship.
Suddenly Lion! 
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Also whatever the hell the NX-01 counts as.
UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I think someone called this one. @Briefvoice?
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
It was Night that Called it.
And even 10 million years (Mentat Betarre: The technique was more stable with large numbers, and 10 million is a nice round figure to work with. What about it?) in the past the Federation's industrial capacity and neophilic tenancies show as we've managed to shove six ships through the same anomaly over the centuries, get them to talk to each other and now provide back up on the fly.
Six. There are polities even 'now' that don't have that kind of fleet and we lost them through a hole in space like change down the couch cushions. (Yes we get most of them back to their correct points in time if we win, but still.)
Six. There are polities even 'now' that don't have that kind of fleet and we lost them through a hole in space like change down the couch cushions. (Yes we get most of them back to their correct points in time if we win, but still.)
UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Actually, would Nash run afoul of the (Temporal) Prime Directive if she does this, or does it simply look unprofessional to do so?Nash: Captain Kirk, Captain Archer... can I have your autographs?
Might make it through without any issues at all.
Trials and Tribble-ations said:
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Enterprise:
[puts little birthday crown on USS Lion, pronounces that ship to be honorary chibi-Enterprise]
[puts little birthday crown on USS Lion, pronounces that ship to be honorary chibi-Enterprise]
