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  1. “En Route” By Nemitor Atimen -- He sat, his head in hands. Around him was debris, the stool he was sitting in was charred. His elbows rested on the bar, small pieces of metal and dirt covering the surface. What was once a frequent place to be with friends was now in ruin. Metal wires hung from the ceiling, wooden and metal planks were thrown around, some welded together in unusual ways. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was only the bar, but a good chunk of the complex was in similar condition. Too many had died… Cochrane was dead as well, being buried that morning. All hope was lost for the Phoenix, and the voyage that was supposed to have taken place. He heard someone enter what was left of the structure. He remained immobile. “Now what?” The man at the bar didn’t move. He spoke in a quiet, low voice. “What do you expect me to do?” Even though he already knew who it was, his eyes barely twitched to look into the broken mirror barely hanging on to the wall. The man standing in the doorway was leaning against the door frame, his hand bandaged up. “You were right up there with Cochrane with the engineering! You’re the most competent to fly…” he was cut off mid sentence by a harsh, stern voice, “Cochrane is dead! We cant launch without him! The ship may not even…” “You yourself checked the ship. You said it could fly.” “I said it could fly if we could get the doors opened, and power restored. Last I checked, half the complex was blown to pieces, including our power generator! Too many have died… the last thing we should be worried about is launching.” “Come-on, George! If I get you power, and the launch doors opened, will you fly her?” The man at the bar twitched, his head now hovering above his hands. “Maybe…” -- Two Weeks Later… There he stood, on the roof of a three story building, one of them which was not severely damaged. He overlooked the complex, craters scattered throughout it. The launch doors were half opened, machines and men pulling it with anything possible. The whole complex was determined to get the ship launched. He heard foot steps, and turned his head to see a group of men and women, all engineers, walk up the steps to the roof. A woman in a military uniform was in front. He recognized her immediately as the military liaison in charge of opening the doors. -- “Sir.” “I’m not in the military.” The engineer in the uniform sighed, and spoke again. The men and women behind her looked either annoyed, or glad, or both. The uniformed engineer emphasized the next word. “MR. Anderson. The launch doors are almost opened. Everything is ready.” “I See… go tell Franks that I’ll be right there. And…” he looked at the woman’s rank symbols, attempting to figure out what rank she was. After a few seconds, he had it. “Colonel, you are coming with us.” “What?” A blank look covered her face. Her mouth shaped into a smile. “Alright, I’ll be there” “We’ll need someone in the military to come with us. But don’t ever forget who is in charge.” He paused for a few seconds as she and the others began to walk down the stairs. As she was about to leave sight, he spoke the next word louder, finishing his sentence. “Me” -- The pilot’s seat was comfy. At least, Anderson thought it was. Franks and the Colonel seemed to be having a bit more trouble. It was cramped, no doubt, but it would do. He looked up, and saw the launch doors being opened. He took a deep breath, and thought back on all that had happened in the last few weeks... The complex was nearly destroyed… Cochrane was dead… and now he was to pilot the first warp ship. Besides him sat his colleague who helped build the ship, and a colonel from the military. It was a not so unusual team for such an unusual voyage. As he stared into the blank sky, Franks hit him with a clipboard with some paper attached to it. “You still with us?” “What?” The two others in the [...]pit stared at Anderson, “Oh… sorry… I was thinking.” “Well, focus on getting this thing in the air.” Franks leaned in a bit, lowered his voice, and nodded in the direction to the Colonel in the rear seat. “Why’s she with us? We don’t need someone from the military here! This is a civilian…” Harshly Anderson spoke loud enough so that the Colonel could hear, “Think a little! She is with us so that the military will know that this was a success. And unfortunately, the military and the government have close ties – that means that if the military doesn’t believe us, the government doesn’t either!” Anderson had been quite harsh, and Franks was silent. The Colonel was even quieter. She just sat there, not really doing anything. She wondered if this was the last thing she would ever do… strapped to an old nuclear missile pointed at the heavens. Originally she wanted to come along – if it worked, she would be famous. But if it failed… well… the worst that could happen was death… She snapped back into reality as Anderson started pressing buttons. “Alright, time to go.” “What? Just like that?!” “Yes. Communications from the control in the silo was cut off. Now’s the last chance to get off.” The Colonel’s eye twitched, as she debated getting up and leaving. Her thoughts were cut off again when Franks said quickly, and quite energetically, “Too late!” She said a quick “What!” as the rocket burst to life, gripping the arm rests. As the missile soared out of the silo, Franks turned around to face the Colonel, who was white faced, eyes wide open. He quickly laughed before turning back. He pressed a few buttons before speaking again. “All systems operational. It was a good launch.” “Yeah… too bad Cochrane wasn’t here… he would be blasting his crazy music about now.” Franks had nothing to say to that, as he focused more on making sure everything was working right. Minutes later they had broken out of the Earth’s gravitational field, and were floating in the heavens. “What a ride.” “That was nothing. Wait til we go to warp…” Franks last few words drifted as he stared into space. “Hey, George… what’s that thing?” “What thing?” All three of them were now staring into space. Franks was looking at a specific point, and pointed. “That thing.” Anderson squinted, and gave his reply, “That? Looks like a piece of a satellite. Strange.” “Meh. Lets go.” “Fine. Start powering up the engines.” More buttons were pressed, and the Colonel sat in the back, staring into space while the others worked. She looked down at her clipboard, and took some notes. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard as the ship rocket slightly. All three of them looked up. The Colonel dropped her clipboard and began screaming, followed a few seconds later by the other two. Gripping the [...]pit windshield was a man. Or at least something part man. Metal covered parts of its body, and small machines were covering him. Anderson was the first to stop screaming, as he calmed himself down. Looking closer, he turned back and faced the others. “Its dead. Nothing can live out there” “NEVER MIND THAT! WHAT THE HELL IS IT?!” The colonel was paler than before, eyes wide open while she screamed those words. “Calm down.” Franks was a bit calmer now that his brain figured out that it was dead, and leaned closer to the wind shield. His face was almost touching the glass as he looked over it. He pulled back, and Anderson moved forward. “It looks like a machine.” “Get away from it! Its definitely not human!” “Come on Colonel! Even if it is an alien, nothing can live out there! Here.” Anderson reached forward, and tapped the glass by the being’s head. “See?” He tapped again. It opened its eye, and its arm slammed into the [...]pit window. The screaming began again. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” The machine was now punching the glass, and it was beginning to crack. It raised its arm, and two tubes came out of it, and smashed harmlessly against the glass. Anderson, while the other two were screaming, was pounding at the computer, flipping switches. “GET US OUT OF HERE!” Franks screamed, as the machine gained control of its second arm, and began to hit the [...]pit with even more power. “NOW!!!” The ship jerked, and the three passengers were pulled into their seat by the immense amount of Gs. They all screamed as they were propelled faster than the speed of light, with the creature bouncing off the hull into the abyss of space.
  2. i know the feeling. I still have to write the second half of mine! I dont expect to have time to edit it.... -- Well, there goes mine. Enjoy.
  3. well, my birthday is tomorrow, so expect mine tonight. I'm still half way in the middle of writing it, but at least there will be more than one entry.
  4. make that two entries, mine will come on the 24th (if I remember, it happens to be my birthday too )
  5. i may or may not submit. decides on what happens in the next few weeks.
  6. oh sweet, i got second! I didnt even notice that the results were released! Congratulations to the Winner!
  7. lol. I happen to have a habit of only reading entries after I post my own. I also read only one a day, so I guess I haven't hit that one yet
  8. Well, here we go. Enjoy! ------------------- Past, Present, Future by Nemitor Atimen ------------------- It was silent. Even the ship was silent, not even a beep was heard. The two officer’s focus was directed toward the massive half-spherical view-screen, covering around half of the bridge. Off in the distance, thousands of small lights began to appear, growing ever larger. The silence was broken by the young woman on the bridge. The holographic console in front of her flickered and flashed as she spoke. “Sir, all squadrons are ready and requesting orders.” The bridge was small, as most ships in the fleet were as well. The largest ships only had a complement of five men, and were the command vessels. The majority of the fleet were just one or two man fighters, although capable of immense speed and power. The woman spoke again, her voice a mixture of fear and anticipation, “Sir?!” The elderly man on the elevated chair in the middle of the bridge sat unmoving, the fingers on his right hand moving up and down. His left index finger twitched, and a holographic display of the fleet appeared in front of his chair. His left hand began to fly around the display, selecting units and giving orders. Soon enough, his hand returned to the arm rest as the display flickered and faded. “Incoming transmission from Captain Ritter.” The command to open the channel was a given, and a young man in his twenties with short dark hair was displayed. His eyes were filled with purpose – he knew what was expected of him, as well as his duties. “Admiral – the second armada is stationed one system away, awaiting orders. We believe that our presence is being masked by a nearby quasar, but this cannot be determined. The enemy may know that we are coming.” His image flickered as the Admiral and the other officer watched. “Understood – warp the fleet in to these coordinates and attack the incoming fleet from the side. Do not attack until the command is given – there still may be a way out of this” The admiral’s face commanded great respect, a quality gained through both age and wisdom. “Yes Sir.” There was a slight pause as the captain’s eyes narrowed, “Sir, the enemy must be annihilated, for if not, then our entire civilization… our entire species will die. If the battle seems to be lost, then drastic measures will be taken. You do understand that he must be stopped at all costs.” With this the connection destabilized and vanished, collapsing into itself. The admiral furrowed his brow and spoke once more. “Reverse course, heading 112, 245 mark 4. I want to be able to overlook the fleet. Send the main fleet forward.” As the ship flew backwards, thousands of vessels headed at near warp speeds toward the lights in the horizon. The ship slowed to a stop, and they were able to oversee the entire fleet in its glory. Literally thousands of one or two man fighters and a few hundred five man command ships raced in the distance. “Keep us right behind them – tell the fleet to hold position at these coordinates, and to await further orders.” The commands were instantaneously given and fulfilled – the chain of command operated flawlessly. Of course it had to… these officers and pilots were trained with a distinct respect for authority. It was almost a part of them; for they were the answer to a problem which had spawned out of a thriving society, a once loved curse... “Sir! There is a new vessel warping in, much larger than any vessel in either fleet! It is joining the enemy armada. We are being hailed by the newly arrived vessel.” “On Screen” The view screen immediately changed once more, it showed a man in his forties. Surrounding the man was a dim light, with a slightly red tint. Around him stood men and women at attention, all wearing dark uniforms. The man was the only one not in a black uniform, but rather a blinding, dazzling, white. “Father… I see you have come yourself to stop me. I’m afraid it won’t work.” The young man on the screen spoke with determination and hatred, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. When he said these, everyone around him froze, and faced their leader. “You cannot win this battle, and then the war. We greatly outnumber you. You still have time to surrender, and many lives can be saved.” The older man spoke softly, his gray beard swaying with his voice. He had no idea if his son knew of the second fleet, but he hoped that it wouldn’t come to that. “Have you forgotten father, that you raised and taught me a multitude of things, including strategy? Have you forgotten that I was the one hailed as the greatest scientific mind in history? Have you forgotten that my fleet has more advanced technology? I believe you are growing senile, old man. Am I not the one that brought our civilization to the level that it is at currently? I can guarantee that my mind has not slowed.” The older man’s eyes began to water, and tears began to form on the edges. “I beg of you, please, surrender and we can end this mess. I’m your father, not your enemy.” “It seems like your mind cannot comprehend such complex things as mine can. I will not be defeated, and the tyranny will fall. Prepare to be defeated.” The connection was cut, and the elderly admiral sat, tears flowing from his eyes. The enemy fleet grew larger on the screen, and flashes of light dashed across it. The woman a few feet away from him stared, awaiting a command.” “You Orders?” there was no answer, “Sir?” still no answer. “Admiral? Your orders?” “Engage the enemy fleet. Send the signal to the second armada. “ -- The two fleets clashed violently, vessels destroying each other in a mad frenzy of warfare. The admiral almost couldn’t bear to watch the men and women under his command die in such high numbers. They were fighting for a worthy mission – one that if failed would bring ruin to an entire civilization. The largest battle every seen in the history of the galaxy was now unfurling before his eyes. At first, the enemy seemed to be winning, advancing closer and closer to the Admiral’s position. Out of nowhere, the secondary armada appeared, and fired, destroying hundreds of enemy vessels in a single instant. The largest ship, the flag ship for the enemy, began to change position. The massive vessel rotated, and began to light up in sequence – before becoming completely dark. An instant later, the enemy fleet withdrew, warping out of the system. The confused pilots changed positions, and headed directly toward the massive vessel, and opened fire. As the weaponry bounced off the shielding, the ship vanished, leaving behind a large, glowing, spherical object. Before the Admiral could call the fighters back, the object imploded, and destroyed the majority of both armadas. The shockwave shook the Admiral’s ship as he was pushed into his chair. The screen went blank, and alarms flashed in the background. When the screen returned, he saw a ship firing some sort of energy continuously into nothingness. “Sir, there is a temporal vortex opening at coordinates 115, 232 mark 14. One vessel has moved to enter the vortex.” The Admiral, still stunned by the massive destruction caused by a single bomb, stared at the vortex, and the lone ship entering it. He knew that ship any day… it was his second in commands, Captain Ritter. “Enter the vortex immediately! Maximum speed – use warp jumps for all I care! Get us in that vortex!!” The Admiral was yelling at the female commander piloting his vessel, as they flew at breakneck speed toward the vortex. It began to close, the ribbons of energy folding in on itself. The ship barreled into the collapsing vortex… -- It was dark… only a small red light blinked in the background. The Admiral pulled himself from the floor, where he was pressed against the curved view screen. He looked around in the darkness for his shipmate, but saw her no where. Activating emergency lights, he saw her pressed against the back of the bridge, her temple pierced by a sharp piece of shrapnel. Quickly hurrying to his chair, he checked for the position of Ritter’s ship. It was a few hundred thousand meters away, lying dormant just as his was. Suddenly, a unique energy signature emanated from Ritter’s ship, one consistent with a transporter. The Admiral traced the signature, and without calculating its route and beamed himself to the location, one meter off. When he materialized, the first thing he felt was excruciating pain. His entire left leg was inside a steel wall. As he began to scream, a hand reached across and grabbed his mouth, muffling the sound. “Quiet! If you keep yelling, we’ll be discovered.” Reaching down, Ritter pulled out a hypospray, and injected the Admiral. The yelling subsided, and he removed his hand. “Where are we?” The Admiral asked with a bit of intimidation as he tried to free himself from the wall. The Captain next to him backed up a few feet and told him slowly. “We are approximately 42 years in the past, on Earth. To be specific, were in the nursery room for the newborn infants at a hospital.” Ritter spoke with confidence; he knew exactly where he was going, and what he was planning to do. “Why?” “A good question, Admiral. I am going to stop this war from happening. I am going to save the human race from extinction.” The Admiral stood confused, his cloudy eyes staring at Ritter. “You still don’t understand? This war was caused by your son, although he was extremely influential in our civilization’s development before the war. His technology, philosophies, and leadership brought us to an amazing height – as we were able to take on foreign alien powers with ease. Technology, culture, and our civilization thrived… all due to the workings of one man. We improved more in twenty years than the hundred before that.” “But this still doesn’t make any sense… why are we at a hospital surrounded with infants?” realization hit the Admiral, who began to shake his head violently. “No… no… NO! You can’t be thinking of that. Temporal changes are dangerous Ritter. History happened for a reason!” “You don’t understand Admiral. If I kill your son here and now, there will be no war. There will be no casualties… our species will not come to an end.” “You don’t know that! How do you know that our species will come to an end? How do you know that someone worse won’t come out instead?” The Admiral’s eyes began to water, as he still shook his head. He reinforced his statements with a periodic hit against the wall. “Why Admiral, I know that our species will come to an end because I saw it with my own eyes. I was streamed information from a younger species detailing the end of our species… it is directly caused by your son’s actions. I first thought that it can be stopped… that I can stop it myself with advanced strategies and tactics. That seemed to have failed, and all hope was lost. This is the last resort for our species. I will not allow our species to die out.” “Ritter! There is a reason that history unfolded the way that it did. It is not our right to change the past for the future’s sake!” “I beg to differ… Admiral. If you could kill one man to save a billion, would you do it? That same question was asked to me by your son himself, at a lecture he gave ten years ago. But what Admiral, if you could kill one man to save a near unlimited number? It’s hard for the human mind to contemplate, but that’s exactly what is happening here.” Ritter raised his right hand, and pointed the barrel of his weapon at an infant. “This is for mankind…” As he began to press down on the contact point, the Admiral stood struggling, still attached to the wall. The Admiral stopped struggling for a second, and reached down, picking up a large brick. Tossing it with the rest of his strength at Ritter, the old man collapsed under the weight. It hit the target, Ritter crumbling down before being able to fire. The weapon fell from his hands, and skidded across the floor. “D*** you! I will not have my species die out due to an old man and his philosophies!” Sliding across the floor, Ritter reached for his weapon, snatching it up in an instant. Pulling it out toward the Admiral, he barely smiled, “Admiral. I understand he is your son, but this must be done for the survival of the race. Ritter now stood across from the Admiral, the baby cradle between both of them. Ritter pointed the weapon at the infant, and once more began to squeeze the trigger. In one last act of desperation, the old Admiral spit at Ritter’s face. Clutching his eyes, the blinded man cursed, firing randomly at the Admiral, hitting himself with the weapon in the process… -- Rear Admiral Kramer sat in his ready room, staring at the picture on his desk. It was an old photo of himself, his wife, and newborn son. Kramer stood, and headed out to the bridge of his own ship – a Constellation class. He wondered if anything would be different for the United Federation of Planets if his son had lived…
  9. whew. its bit long compared to my others. I hope it doesn't bore you. Enjoy!
  10. i personally really like this challenge. it allows me to write about one of the subjects I'm actually writing a book on. - expect mine Sunday night (11:59 PM)
  11. The submission by Liam Hughes is below.
  12. sure, just let me know when. I am going out of town tomorrow, so I may or may not be able to post it.
  13. when I first started with UFOP, and wanted to submit, I wasnt able to post either. If you need someone to make a new thread for you, I'm here, and plenty of others will be more than happy to help you too.
  14. two weeks?! ahh! now ive really got to get started on mine.
  15. since its september/october, I expect that you'll pass training before it ends.
  16. This will be interesting. expect mine on the last day, I wll be competing.
  17. well... mines finished, and posted. I havnt read any others yet, so I should probably do that. I'm actually going on a short trip for the weekend, so I think I'll print 'em out and read them on the way.
  18. Well, it looks far better with formatting, but heh - if you want the PDF file, let me know. -- Sacrificial Choice By Nemitor Atimen The small bridge shook with a fierce intensity. The science console sparked, and the lights flickered. “Report!” Although he was only a Commander, he spoke with an authority commanded by only a select few. His crew responded immediately. “A spacial anomaly is appearing off the port bow! We are experiencing high intensity spacial rifts!” The ship was extremely small, only a crew of three, and was designed for deep space research. The bridge was normally only manned by one or two officers, and the Commander had just sat down when the anomaly appeared. “Back us off immediately.” The shaking weakened until it was almost nonexistent. “What’s going on?” said the shortest officer, an Ensign straight out of the academy, as she rushed onto the bridge. She was the youngest out of the group, and almost never followed protocol. She saw no need in it on a ship of this size, so far away. The Commander thought otherwise. He quickly explained to her what was going on, as he had to do on countless occasions before. They sat there for a few seconds while all three of them scanned the anomaly, and tried to assess the danger they were in. After a bit of scanning, they realized that they were in no immediate danger. The Commander turned to face his crew. There was no meeting room, so they held meetings on the bridge. There was a ready room, but Foster believed it to be 'uncomfortable' to host meetings in there. He had a good reason, which was that it happened to be attached to his quarters. “Commander Foster, we are planning to study this anomaly right?” Foster turned toward the Lieutenant, the one who had spoken, and took a deep breath. “Yes, Lieutenant, we are going to study it, but not for long. Just long enough for us to determine what it is and if it is dangerous whatsoever.” “But I thought we just checked to make sure it wasn't dangerous?!” “No, I said we weren't in immediate danger, that’s different.” the Ensign had only been on board for a few weeks, and the Lieutenant was more of her mentor and teacher than her superior officer. Commander Foster sat with his head in his hands. He was a firm believer in protocol, and disliked informality in the work environment. He had become easier going over time, but this new Ensign was making his temper wear thin. The missions he commanded were sometimes up to a few years long, so he supposed he had to get used to her. What was worse was that his first officer even agreed with the Ensign on the rank and protocol, at least, sometimes... Commander Foster yawned loudly, lifted his head from his hands, but only a few inches, enough to look straight at the others. He now spoke in tired whisper, making sure the officers in front of him were paying attention, “Ensign, Lieutenant, study the anomaly. I want a report on my desk in two hours. Any later, and were going to leave this sector and call in a larger science vessel. I’ll be in my ready room.” The others looked at the Commander who had put a hand to his mouth to scuffle a yawn, and nodded, hurriedly rushing into the turbo lift. Foster sat there for a while, relaxed in the command chair, watching the anomaly. It was dazzling, lights and colors spiraling toward the center, and then expanding. The stunning visual was hypnotizing, and mesmerized him for a few minutes, until he walked in to his small ready room. When he arrived, he really began to relax in his more comfortable desk chair. Yawning again, he accessed the console, and a few seconds later multiple images of a galaxy class vessel appeared. He sat, staring, and reminiscing on the good times past. The times before the choice, that almost cost him his entire career in Starfleet. The one that landed him on a twenty-year-old science vessel with a crew of three. He slouched in his chair, completely relaxed, and his consciousness faded. “Captain Foster! We believe our phasers can go directly through the barrier. We can destroy the second vessel when it enters range!” “Hold your fire.” “Sir! This is a direct violation of Starfleet protocol! We must destroy the second vessel before…” “I said, hold your fire!” “Commander Foster! Commander!” Foster heard a new voice, and felt his shoulder being prodded gently. He awoke to see both officers in front of his desk with padds in hand. “Huh?” He was completely confused now, oblivious to how they entered his ready room without him authorizing it. “Sir, you were asleep. The computer opened the door for us.” “Well I’ll have to get that fixed. Alright, what is that thing outside.” The Commander wiped his eyes, and took the Ensign’s padd. “Sir, we believe it to be a...” The Ensign suddenly interrupted the Lieutenant mid sentence, looking very anxious, “A window” The Lieutenant gave her a dirty look, and then faced the Foster once more. At this statement, Foster stopped slouching in his chair, and for once sat upright, “Window? You're being vague.” “Well, we think it’s like a... well... a window to another time or place.” “Which is it.?” “Well, it could be either – we have no idea.” Foster sat there for a few seconds, and then it hit him. He was overwhelmed with fear, his smile disappeared, and his head fell back in his hands. “Leave me.” “What sir?” “I SAID LEAVE ME [...] IT!” the Commander jumped to his feet when he yelled this, throwing the padd against the wall. The two officers in front of him were horror stricken, eyes wide. They had never seen Commander Foster do this. He realized his fault, took a few deep breaths, and addressed them. “Lieutenant... prepare to send a wave of theta band radiation, and a communication on this frequency. Ensign, bring us in closer.” Foster walked over to where he had thrown the padd, picked it up and entered the frequency. He then handed it to the Lieutenant, who with the Ensign, almost ran out of the room. Once they had left Foster slouched back once more, but now full of distress and fear. He knew this day would come, and he knew there was no avoiding it. The day he had seen fifteen years ago... the day that was out of time... the inevitable day he knew would come. He then realized what he had to do, straightened his collar, and walked on the bridge. “Sir, we are picking up activity in the anomaly.” Foster responded very matter-of-factly, in a dull monotone, “I know. Bring us closer, and hail the vessel in the anomaly. Audio only.” “Sir, we are picking up no vessel.” The Lieutenant said, annoyed at the Commander. “Lieutenant, I am ordering you to hail them.” His voice was stern, and a direct command. The Lieutenant knew it was a bad idea not to do it, and hailed blindly, into the anomaly. He motioned toward Foster, giving him the sign the channel was now open. “This is Commander William Foster to the Federation starship Archimedes.” The voice of a second man echoed through the bridge. “This Fleet Captain William Foster of the starship Archimedes to unknown vessel - stop playing your game. Leave the vicinity immediately, or we will open fire when in range.” The connection was severed, and both the officers looked at Foster, eyes wide and jaws dropped. “What was that?!” The Ensign had her mouth gaping, dumbfounded. “Take us in closer Lieutenant. I want our short range sensors to be able to get a clear reading.” The Lieutenant, although shook up, and extremely confused, tapped in the coordinates. “Wait!” the Ensign was how standing, her face twisted in complete and utter confusion, “How the hell does he know all this stuff?! I mean, this isn't a coincidence is it?” The Lieutenant hesitated... his finger hovering over the full stop command, but Foster just sat there, his fingers twitching. He spoke up, in a quiet, but commanding voice. “Look – fifteen years ago, I was a fleet captain. We came upon a trans-dimensional temporal wormhole. It seemed like five hundred years in the future, in a similar dimension, a race of beings built a device to create an anomaly. This anomaly would allow them to travel to other dimensions. By going further in the past, they can more easily conquer other dimensions. Not all of the invaders wanted our dimension conquered. A select few gave us tactical information. "With this information, we found the location of this anomaly. After arrival, we soon realized that we were not alone with these aliens, but a separate ship, from the future, was watching the scene progress. That ship had me on it, from the future, the current present. They destroyed the enemy vessel.” “But sir, how did he know it was you?” “You’re right… he didn't trust me, until I gave away information that only I would know. I made a choice then, fifteen years ago, and that choice demoted me to a Commander. We must complete what I have been destined to do. If you are not with me, I will feel no remorse transporting you into the vacuum of space.” Silence followed the Commander's harsh words, which he spoke in with the highest authority. The Ensign returned to her position, and the Lieutenant moved his finger back. The Ensign spoke, and for once actually followed protocol. “Sir, we are picking up visuals of two vessels now, right beyond the threshold of the anomaly” “On screen” Two ships appeared, one around a hundred times the size of the other. The larger one had a massive figure, looming over the smaller one. The entire alien ship glowed, pulsing with activity. “We're being hailed – audio only.” the command was given to open the channel, and the voice of a younger Foster was heard. “Unknown vessel, we demand you reverse course immediately, or you will be destroyed.” The other Foster's voice sounded with anger, and impatience. His voice made clear that he was a determined man, ready to risk all to save lives. The Ensign looked at the Commander, and he had a glow in his eyes – both men, the same man, would risk all. “Foster – this may seem unusual, but I am you from fifteen years in the future. We have encountered a window to the anomaly, and cannot enter the threshold. You have the information on the vessel in the anomaly and know its threat. The vessel must be destroyed, or this entire dimension will be annihilated.” “How do I know you are telling the truth? This could all be an elaborate scheme.” “You have an illegitimate son named John. He is currently on Betazed being raised by foster parents.” the channel grew silent... this had hit the spot. No one else knew this, other than himself. His son had brought him great sadness – and he was sure no one else knew. “Alright, what do you plan to do to assist us?” this was spoken in a whisper; he knew well they stood no chance against the alien vessel. “Get at least three light-years away, and prepare for the anomaly to be destroyed. You will have to go to warp. I’m going to break the window, and bring the door down with me.” The young Foster nodded, and the older one gave one more word of advice, “When you get back to Earth, you may experience some problems. No matter whatever happens, don't leave Starfleet, and get your son. You can handle him on the ship.” The connection was cut, and he looked at the Lieutenant and spoke slowly “Lieutenant, set in a collision course with the anomaly, maximum warp. Ensign, shields to full.” “Commander, the ship can’t survive the impact!” The Commander remained silent, as did the entire bridge. “This is a suicide run!” the Ensign panicked, all the while the Commander sat motionless, his hand twitching once more. "I Know"
  19. yeah, mines always being rewritten in some way. Not a complete rewrite, but what I do is go through the story, and make comments where things could be better. Then I change it, and go back, over and over and over again. Im my own editor - since I have some strange thing about not letting people read it until its 'mostly' done.
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