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Log, Stardate 51408.3: We’ve
been docked at Deep Space Nine for nearly three days now. The Monet has
undergone repairs and is almost ready to depart. We will be leaving for
Starbase 216, where I will be meeting Admiral Foster to be briefed on
our next orders. At my request, Lieutenant Commander Christy will remain
on board the Monet as a security officer. Meanwhile, I’ve granted
shore leave to most of the crew, following the recent events; I hope
they enjoy it.
Shearer
sat back in his chair and read through yet another systems status
report. He glanced back at his desk, where several more padds lay,
waiting to be read. He sighed and turned his attention back to the padd
in his hand. It was the engineering report. He read down a little way.
The shield emitter problem had been fixed, which was great news. Shearer
jumped as someone pressed the door chime. “Enter,” he said. The
doors parted and Commander Kingston entered. “Hello Commander, what
can I do for you?” he asked. Kingston held out a padd. “I’ve
got another report for you,” she said. Shearer sighed and took it from
her.
“What’s this one for?” he asked.
“The latest casualty report. I thought you might want to look
it over,” she said. Shearer’s expression changed to a serious look.
He put down the padd he had been reading and skimmed through the
casualty report. His eyes searched for familiar names and he found some,
like always. He handed the padd back to his first officer. “Commander,
post this on the ships computer and let the crew know that it’s
there,” he said. Kingston took the padd and nodded. She turned and
made her way out the door. Shearer glanced out of the large windows and
spared a minute for the lives that had been lost that day.
“DABO!” someone called as Lieutenants Gravis and Brady
entered Quarks, the liveliest place on DS9. Gravis turned his
head towards the Dabo tables at the back of the bar. A young Bajoran was
collecting his winnings, much to the disgust of the other players.
Gravis grinned and turned his attention back to his destination, the
bar. As the two men approached, they heard someone call out to them.
“Well, look who finally decided to come and pay his tab…” Gravis
grinned.
“Hello Quark. It’s good to see you too,” he paused as he
and Lieutenant Brady sat down, “Now how about a drink?” Quark smiled
and moved over to them.
“What can I get you?” he asked.
“I’ll have a Synthale,” Gravis said. Quark
nodded and turned his attention to Brady. “I’ll have the same,” he
said. Quark
nodded again and went to get their drinks. Brady turned to face Gravis.
“Friend of yours?” he asked. Gravis grinned.
“You could say that, I was posted here before the Dominion took
over. I was one of Quark’s best customers!” the two men laughed.
Quark arrived with their drinks. They thanked Quark as he moved
away to serve another customer. Brady glanced around the large bar. Even
though there was a war on, you wouldn’t know it if you stepped in
here. The whole place was filled with people having a good time and
enjoying each other’s company. He glanced at the top balcony, and his
eyes fell upon Lieutenant Commander J’mall. His exploration of the bar
stopped there. He just stood there staring. “Hey Ralph, want to book a
holosuite?” Gravis asked. He got no response. “Ralph, are you
listening to me?” he said. Brady snapped back to reality.
“Sorry, what did you say?” he asked. Gravis glanced up at the
balcony, where Brady had been staring. He found himself looking at
Lieutenant Commander J’mall. He faced Brady and gave a smile. “Looks
like someone’s in love! Have you told her?” he asked. Brady looked
embarrassed. “Not yet,” he replied. Gravis laughed.
“Well, even if you haven’t, she probably knows. Betazoids can
detect a lot of emotion!” he joked. Brady looked even more
embarrassed, but he did manage a slight smile. Gravis picked up his
glass and took a sip. He leaned closer to Brady. “Why don’t you go
talk to her?” he asked. Brady turned and looked at him as though he
were stupid. “What?” he said. Gravis snickered.
“Why just stand here wondering, when you can go over there and
find out for sure?” he replied. Brady continued to look at him as if
he was mad, but then his expression changed and he glanced up at
Lieutenant Commander J’mall. He turned towards the bar and placed his
glass down on the shiny surface. He turned round again and straightening
his tunic, headed off for the stairs. Gravis stood there with a big grin
on his face, then shook his head and turned towards the bar and sipped
his drink.
Rachel J’mall sat her table with her legs crossed reading a
small padd. Occasionally she reached out toward the table to take a sip
of her drink. She was completely unaware of what was going on around
her. “What are reading?” someone asked. J’mall jumped. She turned
round to see who had spoken to her and she came face to face with the
smile of Lieutenant Brady. She smiled back at him, her heart rate now
returning to normal. “It’s a novel from twentieth century Earth
called Strange Meeting, she said. Brady moved round to the seat
opposite her.
“May I?” he said.
“Of course,” she replied. She could sense that he was nervous
as he sat down in front of her. He called over one of the Ferengi
waiters and asked for a drink. The waiter hurriedly went off to get the
order. With his hands clasped together in front of him on the table, he
turned to face J’mall again. “What’s the story about?” he asked.
J’mall suppressed a grin. She knew what he was trying to do.
“Well,” she started, “It’s set during the events of Earth’s
First World War,” she put the padd down, “Basically there’s an
officer named Hilliard who forms a close friendship with a young soldier
called Barton and the story deals with how these two, and other
characters in the story, deal with the horrors of war,” she finished.
She looked at Lieutenant Brady and saw he was actually interested in
what she was saying. The Ferengi arrived with his drink and he took a
sip. “So, is it good so far?” he asked.
“Yes, it is. Actually it’s very good,” she replied. Brady
leaned forward. J’mall could sense his nervousness get worse. He’s
about to ask me out on a date or something she quietly thought to
her self. “I
was wondering, if you’re not doing anything that is, if you’d like a
game of velocity on the holodeck,” he proposed. I
knew it! She
grinned. “Sure, why not? I’ve been looking for a formidable
opponent!” she laughed. Brady smiled back at her.
“Ok, I’ll see that we get a holodeck reserved for us,” he
replied. J’mall was just about to say something but stopped her self.
A hooded figure on the other side of the bar caught her attention. The
figure looked extremely familiar, and if it was who she thought it was,
something bad was about to happen. Brady caught her staring over the
bar. “Are you all right? You look like you just saw a ghost!” he
said. J’mall didn’t take her eyes off the figure, which was now
making it’s way out the door. She rose to her feet. Brady looked up at
her. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“I forgot I had something to take care of,” she said. Brady
rose and looked at her.
“What about our game of velocity?” he asked. J’mall
was already moving away from the table. “Sorry, another time maybe?”
she said. She made her way down the spiral staircase and out the door.
Hurt, Brady sank back into his chair and sipped at his drink.
J’mall made her way out the doors and onto the promenade. She
glanced around quickly. She saw the figure disappear down a corridor.
She started after it. Halfway down the corridor she came to a junction.
She glanced down each corridor. She saw no sign of the figure. Angry
with herself for not catching up with the figure, she made her way
slowly back to the promenade. As she past one of the many doors that
aligned the corridor, one of them suddenly opened and two hands reached
out and grabbed her. The hands pulled her inside and she watched the
doors shut in front of her. She whirled round to see who her captor was
and found herself face to face with the hooded figure she had been
chasing. The figure let go of her and reached for its hood. With
graceful movement, it pulled the hood down onto its shoulders. J’mall
gasped. “Jonathon! So I was right!” she exclaimed. The man nodded.
“That is correct, Rachel,” he replied.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. Jonathon handed her a
padd. J’mall took it and started to read it, but the diagram said more
than the words. She looked him in the eye. “My god,” she choked,
“Tell me this is a joke.”
“It’s no joke Rachel,” he took the padd from her, “The
Vortex is re-opening.” TWO
YEARS AGO
“Try
this one” Lieutenant Page said. She handed J’mall another glass.
J’mall took it and sniffed the contents. She closed her eyes as she
sniffed the pleasing scent, much better than the smell of the last four
beverages she had tried. Lieutenant Page’s parents were bar keepers
and they had invented a couple of drinks to sell in their bar on Earth.
The Lieutenant had persuaded J’mall to try them. She glanced up at the
Lieutenant and took a sip. She screwed her eyes as the flavour hit her
tongue. She coughed and set the glass back on the table. “Don’t you
like it?” Page asked. J’mall looked at her, unscrewing her eyes.
“It’s a little sweet,” she said. “A little sweet” meaning very
sweet. There must have been gallons of some sort of sweetener in that
concoction! “Really?
I think it tastes just right,” Page said. She picked up the glass and
made her way back to the replicator. She commanded the computer to make
another drink. Not another one! J’mall cringed. Page moved back
over to J’mall with a glass in hand. “Here try this one, it’s
called…” she was cut off as the red alert klaxon filled the room. “Captain
to the Bridge” J’mall heard over the comm. She tapped her badge.
“On my way,” She motioned for Lieutenant Page to go first and the
two women made their way to the bridge.
“Report!” J’mall barked as strode out onto the bridge.
Lieutenant Page made her way to the helm, relieving the Ensign on duty.
Lieutenant Commander Hicks rose from the Captain’s chair and moved
towards J’mall. “We’ve detected a subspace disturbance point three
light years from here,” he reported. J’mall sighed as she sunk into
the Captain’s chair. “Can’t Starfleet take care of this, I mean
it’s not really a threat to the Federation now is it?” she said.
“I wouldn’t be to sure of that sir, the disturbance matches
that of a subspace vortex, which means there could be a hostile alien
force on the other side,” he said. J’mall turned to face him. “Then
again there might not be Commander,” she challenged.
“Even so sir, I think we should investigate.” J’mall stared
at her First Officer for a moment. Then she nodded. “Very well, helm
adjust course.”
“Aye, sir,” Lieutenant Page called out. J’mall sat back her
chair. What’s the universe going to throw at me this time? She
thought. PRESENT
DAY
Rachel J’mall glanced at her two companions. She could not get
over how different they looked. Her former First Officer, Jonathon Hicks
looked as if he had aged by ten years, not two. Sarah Page was even
worse. Gone was the fun loving Lieutenant who always had a smile on her
face, replaced by the stone faced women standing beside her. J’mall
sensed little emotion from her, which reminded her of a Vulcan. She
couldn’t stop asking herself what had happened in these two years that
had changed them so much. She settled her gaze back on the turbolift
doors. The lift came to a halt and the doors parted to reveal the
bridge. She led the way out onto the bridge, with Hicks and Page tagging
behind. J’mall strode down the left ramp and saw Natasha Kingston rise
to met her. “Hello Commander,” she said, “The Captain is waiting
for you.” J’mall had requested an appointment with the Captain as
soon as she heard the news that the Vortex had re-opened. J’mall
nodded and guided her companions to the Captain’s door. She pressed
the chime. A voice from inside invited them in and the doors opened.
“Good Afternoon Commander, what can I do for you?” she heard
as she entered the room. The Captain was sitting behind his desk on
which were several padds and a mug of drink. “Sorry to disturb you
Captain, but I have some unsettling news,” she replied. The Captain
put down the padd he was reading and turned his full attention to his
Operations Officer. “I’m listening,” he said. J’mall glanced at
her two companions and introduced them. “This is Jonathon Hicks and
Sarah Page. They used to colleagues of mine,” she paused, “When I
was working for Section 31.” The Captain looked lost. “I’m sorry
Commander, but what is Section 31?” he asked. J’mall had been
prepared for this, not many people in the Federation knew of Section
31’s existence. “Section 31 is a secretive covert operations unit of
Starfleet intelligence. Section 31 was established under the Starfleet
charter to be responsible for searching out and identifying
extraordinary dangers to the Federation. They deal with these threats
quietly and often use extralegal techniques,” she took a breath, “In
short, they’re Starfleet’s version of the Romulan Tal’Shiar and
the Cardassian Obsidian Order.”
The Captain still looked puzzled.
“What’s this got to do with anything?” he asked. J’mall
took a breath and was about to respond when Jonathon stepped in front of
her.
“Two years ago, while working for Section 31, we detected a
subspace disturbance in Federation Space. We investigated and found that
it was a subspace Vortex,”
“A Vortex? Where did it lead to?” the Captain interrupted.
J’mall stepped back in front of her friend and continued. “We
weren’t able to get a fix on the location of the Vortex’s other
opening point, to much interference, so we launched a probe to be a
booster for our sensors,” she said. The Captain was taking this all
in, still wondering what this had to do with him. Sarah Page, who had
said nothing since boarding the Monet, spoke up from the back of
the room. “Using the probe as a booster, we were able to scan the
other side, but we still could not determine where that was,” she
glanced at J’mall “The Captain ordered us to take the ship through
the Vortex…”
“Captain?” Shearer stared at J’mall, “You were a Starship
Captain? That’s not in your records,” he pointed out.
“Only with Section 31 sir, after I resigned from them I was
demoted to Lieutenant Commander, the rank at which I entered Section 31
with…”
“So not to arouse suspicion.” He finished for her. She
nodded. “So what did you find on the other side?” he asked. Jonathon
stepped forward to finish the story. TWO
YEARS AGO
Rachel J’mall could not believe what she was hearing. “Check
your instruments again, there must be some mistake,” she said.
Lieutenant Page nodded and worked the console once more. The computer
beeped at her. She turned back to the Captain. “No mistake Captain,
sensors confirm we have travelled over 2,250,000 light years, we’re
inside the Pegasus Galaxy,” J’mall still couldn’t believe it. She
had known vortices and wormholes to deposit ships over 75,000 light
years, but 2,250,000 light years? It didn’t seem possible. She heard a
voice beside her. “How is that possible?” Commander Hicks inquired.
Lieutenant Page shook her head, as did others on the bridge. J’mall
rose to her feet and tugged her tunic. “Well, we might as well see
what’s out here,” she turned to one of the officers manning the port
science station. “Ensign, begin full sensor sweeps, I want to know
everything there is to know about this part of Pegasus Galaxy in two
hours,”
“Aye, sir” the Ensign called. J’mall turned towards
Commander Hicks.
“You have the bridge Commander, I’ll be in my quarters.”
With that she strode over to the starboard door and was about to leave
the bridge when an explosion took the deck from beneath her feet. A
conduit above her ruptured, filling the bridge with its contents. She
scrambled back to her feet and moved toward her chair. “Report!” she
yelled.
“Two ships just dropped out of warp, we couldn’t detect them
until they were right on top of us, they’re using some kind of sensor
grid to send false information to our sensors!” the young Lieutenant
at Tactical called back. The ship rocked again sending sparks flying
from a console at the back of the bridge. “Return Fire!” Commander
Hicks ordered. The
Lieutenant tapped her console. “No damage,” she reported. J’mall
sat down in her chair. “Evasive manoeuvres,” she ordered. The ship
rocked again, more violently than the last time. Thank goodness their
shields had been up to start with, or they would be space dust by now.
“Captain, our weapons and shields have been disabled!” the
Lieutenant at tactical called. J’mall
brushed back the hair that had fallen over her eyes. She turned to
Lieutenant Page to give an order when a figure appeared on the screen.
The Alien was humanoid, with ridges running down from its temples to the
base of its neck. It had a large amount of loose skin under its chin
that wobbled when it spoke. “Attention Alien Vessel, you have
trespassed into Alh’nori territory. Your ship and its crew are now
property of the Alh’nori Imperium. Prepare to be boarded.” The
viewscreen flickered back to the view of the star field. J’mall faced
Lieutenant Page. “Lieutenant, how fast can those ships go?” Page
checked her instruments.
“Due to their enormous size, no faster than warp six,” she
reported. J’mall settled back in her chair. “Good, set a course away
from here and engage at warp eight,”
“Aye, sir” Page responded. The tiny ship turned and ducked
under one of the enormous Alh’nori ships and went to warp. The two
ships turned in pursuit.
“They’re in pursuit, but they won’t catch up with us any
time soon,” Lieutenant Page reported.
“Good, scan for somewhere we can hide and make repairs and set
a course,” J’mall ordered.
“Aye, Sir!” Lieutenant Page acknowledged. An hour later they
found their refuge, a small asteroid field located 1.6 light years from
the vortex. There they waited for two days, repairing their ship.
“What’s the status of the Alh’nori vessels?” Lieutenant
Commander Hicks asked. The
Ensign at tactical checked her console. “One of the ships has left,
the other is still scanning for us,” she said. The
doors at the back of the bridge opened with a silent hiss and Captain
J’mall strode onto the bridge. Commander Hicks vacated the centre
chair. J’mall smiled at him then turned her attention to Lieutenant
Page. “Lieutenant, prepare to take us out of here, full impulse” she
ordered. Lieutenant Page acknowledged the order and worked her console.
J’mall turned to face her first officer, who had now taken the
engineering station on the port side of the bridge. “Commander,
activate the cloaking device,” she said. Hicks tapped a button on his
console and the Nolan shimmered and disappeared. J’mall focused
her view on the forward viewer. “Take us out Lieutenant and as soon as
we clear the field set a course for the vortex’s coordinates and
engage at warp eight,” she ordered.
“Aye, sir” Lieutenant Page sung. The ship manoeuvred around
the asteroids and cleared the field. The ship passed the large
Alh’nori vessel and went to warp. “Did they detect us?” Commander
Hicks inquired.
“I don’t think so sir, they’re not pursuing us anyway”
the Ensign at tactical reported. J’mall shifted in her chair. “How
long until we reach the vortex?” she asked anyone who could tell her. It
was Lieutenant Page who gave her the information. “About twenty
minutes, at our current speed,” she replied. J’mall settled back in
her chair and waited.
After twenty minutes the Nolan dropped out of warp and
slowed to one half impulse. “Captain, I’m picking up multiple energy
signatures at the opening of the vortex!” the Lieutenant at Ops called
over the bridge.
“On screen!” J’mall ordered. She took one look at the
viewscreen and bolted to her feet. There was a large fleet of Alh’nori
ships preparing to go through the Vortex. “How
many ships?” she heard Commander Hicks ask. The
Lieutenant tapped her console and shook her head. “Unknown sir, but I
can confirm there are more than 2000 ships.” J’mall stomach turned.
That wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She turned to Lieutenant Page.
“Sarah, can we get through the Vortex before the Alh’nori ships
do?” she asked.
“Yes Captain,” was her response. J’mall sunk back into her
chair and let out a slight smile. “Good, set a course,” she turned
to the Ensign at tactical, “Ensign, arm four photon torpedoes and
prepare them for launch.”
“Aye, sir” were the officers responses. Commander Hicks
looked at his Captain puzzled. “What exactly do you plan on doing?”
he asked. J’mall faced her first officer. “We’re going to go
through the Vortex and as soon as we clear it, we’ll launch the
torpedoes at the aperture, which should collapse it, trapping the
Alh’nori fleet in Pegasus,” she replied. Hicks nodded, satisfied
with his answer and turned his attention back to his console. “We’re
approaching the vortex, Captain,” Page called out. J’mall
nodded. “Take us in Lieutenant. Jonathon, what’s the status of the
Alh’nori ships?” Commander
Hicks checked his console.
“The smaller ships are moving toward the vortex, the others are
still waiting for something,” he said. An alert suddenly sounded from
his console. “Captain, the vortex must be interfering with our
cloaking device! The Alh’nori have detected us, they’re moving to
intercept!” he said.
“Sarah, Get us through that vortex now!” J’mall ordered.
The Nolan accelerated towards the Vortex with the Alh’nori
fleet right behind them. The lead ships let out a volley of torpedoes.
The Nolan ducked and dived and only two made contact. “Damage
Report!” J’mall shouted across the bridge.
“Shields down to 57%! Weapon systems are off-line!” someone
shouted back. J’mall
glanced at the viewscreen. The vortex loomed closer. “Damn!” she
said. “We have to get the weapons on-line, or we can’t close the
vortex!” Commander Hicks picked himself up from the floor and settled
back in his seat. “We might not have too, we could deploy the
torpedoes like mines, then detonate them,” he suggested. J’mall
considered his plan. After a few seconds silence she nodded. “All
right, prepare the torpedoes for deployment!” she ordered.
“Aye, sir” the Ensign at tactical called.
“Captain, we’re about to pass through the vortex,”
Lieutenant Page called out.
“Take us in Lieutenant,” J’mall ordered. The Nolan
passed through the vortex’s aperture. When they reached halfway, the
four torpedoes were deposited from the belly of the Nolan.
J’mall glanced at the viewscreen. A flash of white appeared,
indicating that they had cleared the vortex. She turned to the Ensign at
tactical. “Detonate!” she ordered. The Ensign tapped a button and a
large explosion rocked the ship. J’mall clung to the arms of her chair
as the Nolan went into a spin. She felt nausea begin to sweep
over her, the inertial dampers must be malfunctioning, she
thought. After what seemed to be an eternity, the ship finally came to a
halt. J’mall swallowed hard and saw that others were doing the same.
“Report!” she said, with a slight quiver in her voice. Lieutenant
Page swallowed and checked her console. “No
sign of any subspace disturbances. The vortex is gone Captain!” she
reported. J’mall
smiled. “Continue on our previous course, maximum warp!” she
ordered. Lieutenant Page nodded and worked her console. The Nolan
turned and accelerated to warp speed. PRESENT
DAY
After Jonathon had finished telling the story, the Captain asked
the question J’mall had anticipated. “That’s an interesting story
but what is it you actually want?” J’mall
stepped in front of Jonathon and spoke. “Jonathon has shown me some
sensor data that says the vortex is beginning to re-open,” she paused,
“Which means that if the Alh’nori know that as well, they try
another invasion. We have to seal the vortex.”
“If it’s that big a threat, why doesn’t Section 31 deal
with it?” Shearer asked. Before
she could answer Sarah Page spoke up. “Section 31 won’t believe
us,” she said. Shearer looked puzzled. “Why is that?” he asked.
“Because we have caused several false alarms already. They’ll
think it’s another,” she said. Shearer glanced at her.
“How many false alarms?”
“Twelve.”
“I see. Because Section 31 won’t believe you, you want the Monet
to investigate,” Shearer said.
“That’s right Captain,” J’mall said.
“What makes you think this isn’t just another false alarm?”
he asked. J’mall
glanced at each of her friends, then said, “I trust them, sir.” Shearer
rose from his chair. “Very well.
It will not be a big detour to go and check this out.”
“Thank you sir,” J’mall said. Shearer smiled at her.
J’mall smiled back and motioned for the others to leave the room.
“All decks report ready and DS9 has cleared us for launch,”
reported Commander Kingston. Shearer
tugged at his tunic and straitened in his chair. He turned toward
Lieutenant Maverick. “Lieutenant, begin undocking procedure,” he
ordered. Lieutenant
Maverick acknowledged the order and the docking latches on the underside
of the ships saucer began to detach themselves from Deep Space Nine. The
Monet slowly drifted away from the upper pylon that had held it
in place for over two days. “We’re clear,” reported Maverick. Kingston
made her way to her chair and sat down. “Enter the coordinates that
Commander J’mall provided and engage at maximum warp,” Shearer
ordered. Lieutenant Maverick’s fingers worked the console and the Monet
jumped to warp.
They reached their destination an hour later. The Monet
slowed to a halt just a few hundred kilometres from where the vortex was
supposed to be. Shearer glanced around the bridge. Standing at the back
railing were J’mall’s former colleagues, who were certain that the
vortex had begun to re-open. “J’mall, scan for subspace
disturbances,” he ordered. J’mall
ran her fingers over her console. She found exactly what she was
expecting to find. “I’ve found one, 200 hundred kilometres off our
starboard bow,” she reported. Shearer
rose from his seat.
“On screen,” he ordered. The front view shifted from blank
space to the source of the subspace disturbance. Shearer stared at the
sight on the screen. On the viewer was a large stretch of white and blue
that pulsated with energy. It looked out of place against the blackness
of space. “We
told you Captain,” he heard Sarah Page say. He
turned his head and gave her a smile. “Now we know it’s here we have
to close it,” she said. Shearer nodded. He turned towards Lieutenant
Brady. “Ralph, prepare the torpedoes,” he said. Brady nodded.
“Torpedoes ready,” he said after a few moments. Shearer
settled his gaze back on the forward viewer. “Fire!” he ordered.
Four bolts of orange flew from the underside of the Monet and
impacted the vortex’s aperture with a flash. Just as the explosion
seemed to die down, a massive tendril of energy ripped out from the
vortex and enveloped the Monet. “Report!”
Kingston shouted. Lieutenant
Brady picked himself up from the floor and checked his console. “The
vortex wasn’t stable! The torpedoes set off a reaction, it’s pulling
us in!” he shouted. Shearer moved over to the helm. “Lieutenant,
reverse engines! Get us free!” he shouted. Maverick worked his
console. After a few seconds he slammed his fist onto the console. “It’s
no good Captain, the gravitational forces are too strong!” he shouted.
The ship rocked again as it was pulled towards the vortex. “Everyone
hold on to something!” Shearer shouted. Everyone on the bridge grabbed
hold of their console as the ship plunged into the vortex. A minute
later the ship stopped shaking as the vortex collapsed. Everyone
straitened themselves up and got back to their duties. Shearer made his
way back to his chair and slumped into it. He felt a drip of blood run
down the side of his face and moved his arm to wipe it away. J’mall
suddenly called out from her station, “Captain, if the sensors are
working properly, we’re in the Pegasus Galaxy!” Shearer turned his
head, as did everyone on the bridge, to face her. “We must have been
pulled through the vortex before it collapsed,” she finished. Before
he had a chance to reply to J’mall’s report, Lieutenant Brady’s
console beeped. “Captain, several unidentified ships are approaching
our position,” Brady reported. Shearer
rose from his seat and made his way to railing just behind the helm
console. “On screen!” he ordered. The viewscreen flickered to show
the unidentified ships. Shearer
heard a gasp from the back of the bridge. “Those are Alh’nori
ships,” he heard J’mall say.
“How many?” Kingston asked. Brady checked his console.
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