Kepic
Your friendly neighbourhood Alien Abductor
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OC: Don't worry, CountessDeWinter, Section 31 doesn't really 'follow' the Starfleet regulations... they're the Starfleet equivelant of the Romulan Tal'shiar or the Cardassian Obsidian Order - Prime directive? pah! who needs it? Dirk13 and RG, not to be a pain but, a vulcan and a klingon aren't really suitable here - perhaps a half-romulan and a half-klingon instead? (pretty much the same I know, but makes it more likely that Section 31 recruited you - they have something of a xenophobic view).
So the current team aboard the Cerebus (now an 8-crew ship) -
Captain Johnathan Wilkinson
First Officer (Commander) Steve Angle
Lieutenant Sienna Tallwood, Security
Lieutenant Robert Riley, Engineer
Lieutenant Kyle O'Connor, Helmsman
Lieutenant Sperk Jones, Science
Lieutenant Escahual Jiguild, Weapons
Doctor (Lieutenant) Alia Spencer, Medical
A lot of Lt's I know, but Section 31 pick their operatives from the cream of the crop.
IC:
"Five... four... three... two... one... initiating temporal drive..." said Kyle, and the Cerebus began to shudder as it jumped forwards in space, yet backwards in time. It was pretty much how it had felt in the holo simulations we had trained in of the jump, yet the simulations couldn't predict what we'd find at the other end. We were going back over two and a half thousand years...
The viewscreen flickered and went black. "We're experiencing a power drain... compensating" said Robert.
"How long before we re-enter the timestream?" I asked, turning to Sperk.
"Eight minutes, forty-two seconds" he stated.
"Power fluctuations compensated" Robert said, and the viewscreen flickered back up, showing a swirling multi-hued field of colours, almost like an ancient kaleidoscope.
Suddenly, a voice said from behind me "Rather dull, isn't it?"
"Intruder on the bridge!" shouted Sienna, and I looked over my shoulder to see a man stood behind my chair. He yawned, then looked down at me. He was wearing a Starfleet admiral's uniform. Sienna and Escahual both had their phasers out and pointed in his direction, though he looked unconcerned by this fact.
He glanced across at Steve. He tilted his head, smiled, and then clicked his fingers. There was a brief flash of light about Steve's chin and then my first officer was sporting a more fuller, neatly-trimmed beard than his usual goatee.
"Hmm, now you do look just like Riker" said our visitor, "descended from him, aren't you? Hope you're not as boring as he was - he never wanted to play any of my games".
"Q" I said, "what are you doing here?"
"Tell you what I am doing here?" said Q, "what, and spoil the surprise?"
"You were responsible for introducing the Federation to the Borg in the first-" Steve began, his right hand up to his chin, feeling his slight transformation, but Q interrupted him.
"Oh, I'm not here to interfere with your hush-hush mission" he said, with a conspiratorial whisper and a sly wink, "but yes, I was, wasn't I?" he added, with an almost proud air to voice.
"Captain, according to the temporal drive display, we're re-enter the timeline now in Eight hundred and forty-two years" said Sperk. He managed to sound calm as he said it. Q smiled.
"Oh, did I do that?" he said.
"Put us back on track or-" I started, my voice flushed with anger.
"Or what? You'll have those two fire those nasty phasers at me? Oh, I'm so frightened".
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Oh, just a little game I'd like you all to play... for old time's sake, you might say" he replied, smiling at his obvious joke.
"Very well, Q, I don't think you leave us much-"
"Splendid!" he said, clapping his hands, and there was a flash of light.
When I had blinked it from my eyes, we were no longer aboard the Cerebus. We were standing together in a dark forest, lit by the moonlight above from the single moon...
Earth.
"Now then..." said Q. I and the others looked up to see him perched on a branch above us, "there's a castle somewhere off in that direction" he said, with a wave of his hand which must have encompassed a full 180 degrees, "and a wicked Queen is holding her subjects under a magical spell... you must save the wretches - I mean, unfortunate commonfolk - from her evil ways..."
"Is this somehow meant to relate to the Borg Queen and the drones?" I asked.
"Tisk tisk" Said Q, waving a finger, "finish the game and I'll answer your question, and put you back aboard your Cerebus. With the time left back to what it should be, of course. Oh, you're not dressed for the part..."
He clicked his fingers again and there was a flash of light. Suddenly, I found myself out of my black Section 31 Captain's uniform and instead wearing a heavy suit of armour made from interlocking metal rings, a white tabard with a black two-headed dog emblazoned on the front, which was the same design as the shield on my left arm. A long-bladed sword hung in a scabbard at the belt I wore.
"Well, Sir Wilkinson" said Q, "fare thee well!" and he disappeared.
OOC: I suddenly thought of Q as I was writing the post... what do you think, a good twist folks?
[Edited by Kepic on 10-31-2000 at 11:36 AM]
So the current team aboard the Cerebus (now an 8-crew ship) -
Captain Johnathan Wilkinson
First Officer (Commander) Steve Angle
Lieutenant Sienna Tallwood, Security
Lieutenant Robert Riley, Engineer
Lieutenant Kyle O'Connor, Helmsman
Lieutenant Sperk Jones, Science
Lieutenant Escahual Jiguild, Weapons
Doctor (Lieutenant) Alia Spencer, Medical
A lot of Lt's I know, but Section 31 pick their operatives from the cream of the crop.
IC:
"Five... four... three... two... one... initiating temporal drive..." said Kyle, and the Cerebus began to shudder as it jumped forwards in space, yet backwards in time. It was pretty much how it had felt in the holo simulations we had trained in of the jump, yet the simulations couldn't predict what we'd find at the other end. We were going back over two and a half thousand years...
The viewscreen flickered and went black. "We're experiencing a power drain... compensating" said Robert.
"How long before we re-enter the timestream?" I asked, turning to Sperk.
"Eight minutes, forty-two seconds" he stated.
"Power fluctuations compensated" Robert said, and the viewscreen flickered back up, showing a swirling multi-hued field of colours, almost like an ancient kaleidoscope.
Suddenly, a voice said from behind me "Rather dull, isn't it?"
"Intruder on the bridge!" shouted Sienna, and I looked over my shoulder to see a man stood behind my chair. He yawned, then looked down at me. He was wearing a Starfleet admiral's uniform. Sienna and Escahual both had their phasers out and pointed in his direction, though he looked unconcerned by this fact.
He glanced across at Steve. He tilted his head, smiled, and then clicked his fingers. There was a brief flash of light about Steve's chin and then my first officer was sporting a more fuller, neatly-trimmed beard than his usual goatee.
"Hmm, now you do look just like Riker" said our visitor, "descended from him, aren't you? Hope you're not as boring as he was - he never wanted to play any of my games".
"Q" I said, "what are you doing here?"
"Tell you what I am doing here?" said Q, "what, and spoil the surprise?"
"You were responsible for introducing the Federation to the Borg in the first-" Steve began, his right hand up to his chin, feeling his slight transformation, but Q interrupted him.
"Oh, I'm not here to interfere with your hush-hush mission" he said, with a conspiratorial whisper and a sly wink, "but yes, I was, wasn't I?" he added, with an almost proud air to voice.
"Captain, according to the temporal drive display, we're re-enter the timeline now in Eight hundred and forty-two years" said Sperk. He managed to sound calm as he said it. Q smiled.
"Oh, did I do that?" he said.
"Put us back on track or-" I started, my voice flushed with anger.
"Or what? You'll have those two fire those nasty phasers at me? Oh, I'm so frightened".
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Oh, just a little game I'd like you all to play... for old time's sake, you might say" he replied, smiling at his obvious joke.
"Very well, Q, I don't think you leave us much-"
"Splendid!" he said, clapping his hands, and there was a flash of light.
When I had blinked it from my eyes, we were no longer aboard the Cerebus. We were standing together in a dark forest, lit by the moonlight above from the single moon...
Earth.
"Now then..." said Q. I and the others looked up to see him perched on a branch above us, "there's a castle somewhere off in that direction" he said, with a wave of his hand which must have encompassed a full 180 degrees, "and a wicked Queen is holding her subjects under a magical spell... you must save the wretches - I mean, unfortunate commonfolk - from her evil ways..."
"Is this somehow meant to relate to the Borg Queen and the drones?" I asked.
"Tisk tisk" Said Q, waving a finger, "finish the game and I'll answer your question, and put you back aboard your Cerebus. With the time left back to what it should be, of course. Oh, you're not dressed for the part..."
He clicked his fingers again and there was a flash of light. Suddenly, I found myself out of my black Section 31 Captain's uniform and instead wearing a heavy suit of armour made from interlocking metal rings, a white tabard with a black two-headed dog emblazoned on the front, which was the same design as the shield on my left arm. A long-bladed sword hung in a scabbard at the belt I wore.
"Well, Sir Wilkinson" said Q, "fare thee well!" and he disappeared.
OOC: I suddenly thought of Q as I was writing the post... what do you think, a good twist folks?
[Edited by Kepic on 10-31-2000 at 11:36 AM]
