Looks very interesting!

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For whatever reason, I didn't get it.

Try this:

https://www.google.co.uk/webhp?tab=ww&ei=CSaQUtzmFKiMyAGim4DIDg&ved=0CBUQ1S4

That's how I first got to it. I can get it now. Maybe it was time-zone thing, or a browser-refreshing thing. But I've got it. I played the game a little bit yesterday, but no way can I sink the kind of time into it I would want to.

I am looking forward to it too. :woohoo:
They have a fun app on facebook where you can get your own name in the opening credits.
Hiere is mine:
http://www.savethedaywhoiscoming.com/invite/34060f

Yes, please!

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It is ten years after Voyager’s return from the Delta Quadrant, and the Federation is in a crisis. The Federation’s main suppliers of dilithium crystals are disappearing. Space and time have folded around several planets, effectively isolating them from any contact with outside worlds. And this phenomenon is not natural – someone or something is causing this to happen. This necessitates drastic measures; some of which are outside the Federation’s normal jurisdiction. For this, Admiral Pavel Chekov, head of Starfleet Intelligence, turns to Commander Tuvok, Voyager’s former security officer and current head of the newly reorganized Section 31. Tuvok must put together a new covert, renegade crew – mostly outcasts and rogues – even criminals. This new crew is tasked with finding out what is causing the folding of time and space, and stopping it – at all costs. But will they be able to put aside their differences and stop trying to kill one another in time to accomplish their mission?

It has been more than seven long years since “Enterprise” left the air, and though we’ve had the recent big screen adaptation of Gene Roddenberry’s futuristic vision (and the sequel coming this year), we feel the true home of Star Trek is as a continuing episodic series. The goal of this project is to make that happen.

http://startrekrenegades.com/home/

Quote by SiranNataan

For whatever reason, I didn't get it.

Try this:

https://www.google.co.uk/webhp?tab=ww&ei=CSaQUtzmFKiMyAGim4DIDg&ved=0CBUQ1S4

For whatever reason, I didn't get it.

The US's Google Homepage had it as well. Quite a fun little game.

Only the UK's Google homepage, though you can access it at http://google.co.uk

Oh, and everyone check out Google's homepage today ;)

They've released another mini-sode SQUEEE :cheer:


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Saw the "An adventure in space and time" tonight. Perhaps it is because Hartnell was already my favourite Doctor, but it made me so sad. I absolutely adored David Bradley as William Hartnell and would so absolutely love to see him utilised in future Doctor Who projects, perhaps making appearances with future Doctors.

I hope they find and restore more of the Hartnell episodes, most of the ones I have are "restorations".

Glad ya like it, Dax! :D

I absolutely love the forum signature you made.

Thanks Voleron

I've only made it through Chapter one sofar, but an interesting read :) Nicely done!

These are the latest chapters of what I have written so far. Over 20 thousand in the last 6 - 9 months of writing.

I know there probably some writings mistakes which are minor, grammer is a different thing but, hopefully it's readers and makes sense.

Would like to hear what everyone thinks?

(U.S.S. Olympus)
(Deck 4-5, turbolift)
(Stardate: 84253.12)

Michael was in the turbolift with Trixie after going to the Holodeck to re-enact a TV show that they both had watched.
“Michael, remind me again on why is it that, you seem to be playing female leads everytime?” asks Trixie.
Michael looked at Trixie and he gave a smile.
“Oh Sweety, come on? Do you really see yourself kissing that guy that many times with that lazy eye thing” responds Michael with a grin on his face.
Trixie looked at Michael, and thought about it.
She turns away from looking at him.
“You got a point there, I don’t think I could look past that” says Trixie.
Michael smiled even harder, but Trixie had a grin on her face. Michael was puzzled by why she was smiling.
“But you have to admit you do have weird taste for men” states Trixie.
Michael shocked with what she has said.
Just has he opened his mouth to respond back to what Trixie has said.
“Bridge to Markus?” says Braydon through the ship’s speaker system.
Michael moves his hand over to his commbadge and taps it.
“Markus here, what’s seems to be issue?” says Michael.
“Michael, there is an incoming transmission from a Trill scientist from the Planet Cheldor V” responds Braydon.
“Transfer the transmission to our quarters, I’ll be there shortly, Markus out.” says Michael.
Michael looks at Trixie, “Sorry Sweety, want to catch up later for lunch?” asks Michael
Trixie smiles and nods to his question, “Sure thing. Let me know when, I have a few appointments that are happening before lunch. Give me a buzz and I will let you know if we are free still.” replies Trixie.
“Deal. Computer re-route turbolift to Deck 3” requesting Michael.
Turbolift begins to slow down and softly shifts into a different direction.
Michael turns to Trixie and give her a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek.
Trixie gives a soft kiss back on the cheek as well.
The turbolift doors open up to Deck 3.
Michael slowly moves away from Trixie after giving her a hug and a kiss, and begins to walk out of the turbolift towards his quarters.
Approaching the quarters of his and Braydon’s, Michael was curious at who could be asking for him. Especially since he doesn’t know of any Trill scientist on Cheldor V, or know of any scientist that knows him.
Walking through the doors of his quarters, he walks towards his desk with a wall monitor display on the desk.
He taps the console to activate the transmission.
The image on the monitor displayed an elder Trill man who looks like he is 85 years of age, with grey hair. He is sitting in chair sipping from a glass. From the looks of it, it looks like a coffee or tea beverage.
“Counsellor Markus I presume?” says the elderly trill man.
Michael gathered his composure as he usually does. “Yes, this is Counsellor Markus, may I ask who is this?” asks Michael.
“Where are my manners? My name is Doctor Jilura Vek, I need your assistance?” responds Jilura.
He places his glass down on the table next to him.
“My assistance?” asks Michael.
Michael shifted a little bit from where he stood. He liked the idea of standing rather than sitting, it made me irritable.
“I require your assistance, your unbiased assistance.” replies Jilura.
“I am not sure I follow what you mean Doctor Vek?” says Michael.
Please Counsellor, call me Jilura, I dislike formalities of titles. Makes me feel like I’m too old.” Says Jilura.
“Ok…. Jilura, if you insist on this that you can call me Michael. But again why do you required my unbiased assistance?” says Michael.
“Well for a trill you sure have an odd first name? Is it an Earth name?” asks Jilura.
Michael was starting to feel uncomfortable with these lines of question that this doctor was asking about, he had a feeling that there was more to it than just a friendly chat, but he knew that until he had all the facts, he wasn’t going to be disrespectful.
“Yes, it is. My parent wanted to start a new life for themselves and of course, when they had me they wanted to give me a name that was different with meaning. But I’m guessing that my unbiased assistance has nothing to do with my earth name, doctor?” replies Michael.
“You are a very smart and quick to the point there Michael, so I will get to the point. I need your assistance for an operation?” says Jilura.
“An operation? I’m sorry but I still don’t quite follow? says Michael.
“You see, I need your assistance to oversee a new candidate for my host. I want to make sure that this candidate is suitable for my replacement.” states Jilura.
Michael’s hands began to sweat and tingle. He knows something isn’t right with this. So he quickly pulled out his PADD and quickly looked up on the doctor, to see what and who he really is.
As he was typing away on the PADD to search up Doctor Jilura Vek. “Right.. And who is this candidate that you are wanting me to oversee? asks Michael.
Michael keep the look of someone professional while he gather his information.
“The candidate is you.” replies Jilura.
Michael stopped moving just as Jilura said who the candidate was. The PADD display screen had the information about Doctor Jilura Vek.
The PADD showed, “Doctor Jilura Vek, born on Stardate -527.700, educated in Genetic Manipulation on Trill. Published theoretical hypothesis of Technological Genetic Manipulation. Was deregistered as Doctor with the Trill Homeworld for reckless endangerment of life when experimenting on Borg technology in his field of Genetics. Exiled from Trill society.
Michael slowly looked up. “Doctor Vek are you asking me to go against Trill tradition and against the Symbiosis Commission rules as well? says Michael in stern voice.
Jilura knew the ruse was up. He knew that Michael was very smart at what he does.
“I won’t lie to you, Michael, but……” says Jilura until he was interrupted with Michael saying. “Counsellor Markus, Doctor Vek!” says Michael with a deep stern voice that he used previously.
Jilura stopped speaking. He looked at Michael with a glare. Michael quickly thought of what possible reason for why this man would ask him to assistance him in an unbiased operation in overseeing the candidate which is himself of course.
“You want me to be your candidate for your symbiont for an illegal joining.” asks Michael.
Jilura was becoming more impressed with Michael’s quick thinking and ability to see through things.
“Honestly, I am asking you to go against them. I know I made mistakes which can’t be unwritten and I apologise for lying to you. All I ask if you would hear me out and have an open mind about this.” asks Jilura.
Michael could see that the man was pleading for his life, and he knows and understands about making mistakes, but every fiber of him was telling to close the channel and report him. Instead he wanted to listen and hear more.
“And by having an open mind, you mean to hear you out and make my own choice in joining with your Symbiont?” replies Michael.
Jilura knew in order to be honest with Michael, he knew he would have to make a deal that he wouldn’t like.
“Yes. I am asking you to hear me out and to determine whether or not you wish to join with the symbiont.” states Jilura.
Michael thought for a moment, and a solution came to him.
“Alright I will hear you out. On one condition?” says Michael.
Jilura was shocked that Michael would hear him out, but confused as to what the condition was.
“And that is?” asks Jilura.
“That the Olympus’s Chief Medical Officer is to accompany me to your location and in the possible operation for the joining, if I agree to do so” stating Michael with his poker face of ‘take it or leave it’ look.
Jilura was surprised yet again, and he smiled.
Michael was thinking to himself when he saw Jilura smiled at his request for Trixie to accompany me to where he is.
“That is a fair and honourable arrangement, I will send you the coordinates to where I am at. See you then” says Jilura.
The monitor which Jilura was on went black and displayed only the Federation insignia.
Michael knew that he would have to speak to both Trixie and the Captain about this.
“Markus to Captain Ramosa and Doctor Willcox, can I see you both in my quarters please.”
“What seems to be the emergency?” replies Trixie.
“I don’t want to speak about over the Comms. See you shortly, Markus out.” says Michael
Michael knew that the Gianni and Trixie will listen to him about this. He wasn’t hoping for them to be excited cause he knows that the moment he agreed to see Jilura Vek about this operation to join his symbiont with him that he has already gone against the Trill society and traditions.
So what Michael is hoping to do is, get both of them on board and keep things on the down low about this. He knows that there are already other Trill crewmembers on the ship besides himself, and he can’t have them know either or he will surely will be reported and sent to trill to have the symbiont removed and he would die if they do that.
Michael quickly paced back and forth from his desk to the doorway of his and Braydon’s bedroom.
The doors chimed. He pulled himself together and was about to open the door when he realized that he had to be sure that it was them and no Braydon.
“Yes, who is it” asks Michael.
“It’s Captain Ramosa and Doctor Willcox” says Gianni.
Michael was relieved.
“Enter” says Michael.
Both Gianni and Trixie were standing at the door and walked immediately through.
“Please sit down, I need to ask you both something and no one else can know of this, not even the crewmember or Braydon” say Michael.
Trixie began to worry, she has never seen Michael like this before. Gianni was concerned as well. The look on Michael’s was bothering them.
“Michael, what’s going on, what is this about? Does this have anything to do with the transmission that you received?” ask Gianni.
Michael’s face went white. His eyes opened widely.
“What do you mean? What do you know?” asks Michael.
Gianni has now become overly worried and concerned. Trixie couldn’t say anything yet, she was just as confused and scared.
“All I know is that a Trill scientist wanted to speak to you, didn’t even know who or what this man is. What is going on Michael?” replies Gianni.
Michael was relieved and scared of what he is about to say.
“The Trill scientist is Doctor Jilura Vek. He is known for his theories on Genetic Manipulation on an technological scale.” says Michael.
Gianni was nodding her head to what she was hearing. Trixie’s mouth dropped. She knew the name. Trixie slowly walked forward towards Michael.
“I know him. He is a Trill Scientist that was exiled from Trill Society for his endangering experiments in Genetic Manipulation with Borg technology.” responds Trixie.
Michael began to sweat heavily, He knew that Trixie wasn’t going to like what he was also about to say.
“Yes, that is correct. He had also asked me to meet him.” says Michael.
Gianni and Trixie began to worry more. They both looked at each other with the concerned look on their face.
Michael? What did he ask of you?” asked Trixie.
Michael slowly turned towards his bedroom doorway and began to walk towards it. Then he stopped.
“He wants to me join with his symbiont.” says Michael.
Trixie’s eyes opened wildly.
“He asked you to join with his symbiont! Don’t you know what this could mean!” states Trixie in a loud voice.
Michael knew this was bad.
“Keep your voice down. I know and yes, I know what this would mean. If I am founded out about this I could potentially be asked to go back to trilled to either have the symbiont removed, which would kill me in the process or never be able to go to trill ever again.” says Michael.
Gianni was shocked at knowing this. She never knew of the penalties of Trill custom.
“Ok Michael, you asked us here for a reason. Which I believe I know what you are asking. You are wanting me to take you to him and for Trixie to accompany you?” says Gianni
Michael was glad that he didn’t have to say that.
“Yes I am asking you that and yes Trixie, I want you there as well.” say Michael
Trixie was shocked at what she is being asked of.
“But why Michael? Why are you doing this?” asks Trixie.
“At this moment of time, I haven’t agreed to join with him. I said I would think about it with an open mind, and I told him that I want to have a choice in doing this as well, plus I need you there to assess him on his condition. There is more going on then what he is allowing me to know.” says Michael.
Trixie’s eye softly eased up. She was more complacent then before.
“So if you decided not to go through with it, you can leave?” ask Gianni.
“Yes, that was the conditions I set with him” replies Michael.
Trixie was still worried but just not as worried. She was worried about Michael’s safety if he decided to go through with this and if he was to be founded out.
“Are you sure about this Michael?” asks Trixie.
“Yes Trixie, I’m sure” replies Michael with his soft toned voice.
Gianni looked at Michael. She walked slowly to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Alright, look like we have an agreement. Neither myself nor Trixie will speak about this to anyone unless you wish us to. Are you ok with this Trixie.” says Gianni
Trixie looked scared and worried still. Michael moved away from Gianni and Michael cuddled her. Trixie eased up and relaxed. She was thankful that Michael did that.
Michael unwrapped his arms around Trixie and placed his hands on her shoulder.
“Trixie I know you don’t like this but I am asking as a friend to support me on this, and Braydon and Sammy especially aren’t to know about this.” says Michael.
Trixie looked at Michael. And as always she nodded. Michael knew she was ok with it.
“Ok Michael, I won’t.” says Trixie.
Gianni clapped her hands together.
“Great, it’s settled. Do you have the coordinates of where he is at?” asks Gianni.
Michael walked over to his desk and taps on his console. He grabbed his PADD and noted down the coordinates.
“I have them right here on this PADD.” says Michael
Trixie and Gianni smiled and began to walk to the door to head out of the quarters, then Michael just realized.
“Wait…….. What are we going to say to the crew about why are we heading to this system?” says Michael
Gianni stopped and turned back to Michael.
“I will say that you are being asked to assistance this man with a situation regarding his mental capacity in an operation that he has been asked to conduct for a patient. And he wishes for you to consult and assess the patient on mental capacity as a precautionary as well.” say Gianni.
Michael was shocked that she thought of that pretty quickly.
Gianni turned back around and walked out of the quarters and quickly says, “See you on the Bridge.”
Michael smiled at the support that Gianni is giving. He turns to Trixie who is giving a concerned face as well.
“Trixie are you sure you are alright with this?” asks Michael.
Trixie looks as Michael and softly smiles and says, “I am alright with this, I just don’t want anything to happen to you, especially with the joining process, cause once you joined your personality changes as well, I just don’t want to feel neglected from this change.”
Michael total forget about this, he didn’t think of how it would change him and his habits and personality as such. He tilted his head down and quickly breathed in and out. And tilted his head back up to face her and he says, “Nothing would change the friendship that I have with you. Nothing will.”
Trixie smiled, she looked relieved with what he said. She quickly turned towards the door and left. Michael smiled that he has helped settled her fear. He knows that he needs to keep an open perspective on this.
He turns towards the windows of his quarters to look out into space. He thought to himself for a moment, “When one door closes, another one opens”.
He know he is doing the right thing. He head to his room and grabs his things together and grabs a bag from underneath his bed in a draw and places it on his bed and he also grabs, a change of clothes and some PADD.
He zips up the bag and grabs the bag one hand, and turns towards the doorway of the main quarters, but stop next to the drawers which has a photo framed of him and Braydon on their wedding day on Qo’nos, he softly smiles and rubs the side of the frame with his other hand, whilst softly tracing the edging of the frame.
He closes his eyes and the image of the wedding went flooding through him, the heat from planet temperature on the day, the traditional Klingon food that was on the table which no one touched except for Braydon’s Klingon friend that he brought the ceremony, the moment that they shared the passion kiss when they said “I Do” to each other.
Michael eyes opened and he felt a tear running down his cheek, he softly brushed it off and continued to walk toward the door of the quarters and softly places the bag on the couch before exiting out of the room.
Michael walked towards the turbolift and the doors to the turbolift opens and he walks in.
“Deck 1, Bridge” says Michael.
The turbolift doors closed and it proceeded to head towards his destination.
Michael placed his hands behind his back and softly shifted from side to side. He thought to himself, “Why haven’t they thought of playing some music in the turbolifts when you’re waiting?”.
Michael sighed and shrugged his shoulders to the disappointment.
The doors to the turbolift opened and he walked onto the bridge. Michael could see Braydon talking to the con officer, he softly smiles at him. Braydon gave a soft grin back in return. Michael continued to walk to the banister and walked around it to the seat next the Gianni on the left side of the Captain chair.
My initial thought of the Intrepid bridge was, cozy and efficient, he just didn’t like the colour of the walls and floor.
Gianni looked to Michael and placed her hand out for the PADD that Michael had. Michael gave her the PADD and she quickly read the coordinates of where they are taking Michael and Trixie to.
“Helm, set course for the Cheldor System Warp 7.5.”orders Gianni
Con officer quickly returns to his station and taps in the orders that Captain Ramosa had requested.
Braydon looked at Michael and Gianni, he looked confused and turns and to the Tactical station and speaks to the Tactical officer.
“Aye Captain, setting course to Cheldor System, Warp 7.5.” responds helmsman.
“Engage.” says Gianni.
Gianni quickly stands up and says, “All senior officer are to report to the briefing in a half an hour, I will be in my ready room Counsellor, please come with me.”
Michael was curious at why she wanted to speak to him after agreeing to doing this. Braydon looked at the Captain and says, “Aye sir, All senior officer are to report to the briefing in half an hour.”
Gianni walks to the doors of her ready room, and Michael stands up and begins to walk to her room, when Braydon intercepts Michael at the stairs and pulls Michael to the side.
“Michael, how are you this morning? Did you and Trixie have a fun morning on the Holodeck?” ask Braydon.
Michael was relieve that Braydon didn’t ask about the transmission that he took in their quarters earlier.
“It was great, Trixie really enjoyed herself. I think she should do more often.” replies Michael
Braydon smiled and says, “That’s good to hear, I do agree she should get out more often. By the way…..”
Michael knew he spoke to soon.
“What was that transmission from that Trill scientist about? Does that have something to do with the everyone meeting up soon?” asked Braydon.
Michael knew Gianni was going to state to everyone about what is going on soon, so he thought to “white lie” and say, “Yes, that transmission does have to do with the meeting shortly. Just wait until then, ok.”
Braydon looked puzzled with the response he was given. He knows if Michael knew about something he would tell him. But this was definitely different of Michael to say that. But Braydon didn’t want to push it, so he left it as it was.
“Ok Michael. Oh and another thing?” says Braydon
“Yes? What is it?” says Michael.
“Do you want to have dinner on the holodeck with our ‘’favourite program’’?” says Braydon with a wink of his left eye.
Michael knew what he meant. Michael blushed and grinned at the idea.
“Well, I don’t know. I may have to have some convincing to be done?” says Michael ever so sweetly and seductively
Michael’s hand softly brushes against Braydon’s groin for a moment. Braydon went red in the face so slowly.
With that Michael turns away and enter through the doors of the Captain’s ready room. Leaving Braydon for a moment ‘’compose’’ himself before turning around.
Michael looks to Gianni and she looks up.
“Michael, please sit.” says Gianni
Michael walks to the chair in front of her desk. He softly giggled to himself as he sit down.
Gianni looked at Michael with a confused face and said, “What did you do to Braydon, before coming into my ready room?
Michael couldn’t help but laugh. Michael went red in the face and was having difficulty in breathing. He slowly calmed himself and says, “Well, I just left Braydon with a posting to deal with!”
Gianni mouth dropped and she began to laugh and with that Michael resumed in laughing as well with Gianni.
They both laughed for a couple of minute until they tried to calm themselves enough. Gianni face was red and tears were rolling down her face. Michael face was red.
Gianni fixed her hair and asked, “I’m guessing he is curious about the briefing room meeting that I announced?
Michael pulled his vest down and wiped the tears from his face and said, “He did, but I was leaving it you to say something about it.”
Gianni nodded her head with agreement and said, “Yes, that if he doesn’t need more time.”
And they both laughed again. Michael was grabbing his stomach. He loves laughing, just not that much when he stomach hurts. Gianni was again fixing her hair and wiping away the tears from her face.
Michael look at Gianni and with a straight face he said, “Make sure he is kept busy when I am gone.”
Gianni looked at Michael and she knew what he meant.
“I will Michael, don’t your worry about that.” says Michael.
Michael smiled. He knew that Braydon worry a lot when Michael is away on mission for a few days. Braydon hated the idea of not having me around where he knew I was safe. Plus Braydon is a very needy person when it comes to satisfying him and all.
“Michael, are you sure you are ok with this?” says Gianni.
Michael looked at Gianni and softly frowned and says, “Gianni, I am sure and yes, I am aware that I may come back different a little bit. I know the risks.”
Gianni shifted in her sit and laid back a little bit.
“I know, I know Michael, I am just making sure.” says Gianni.
Michael softly smiled again. He stood up and walked towards the door and he stopped. Gianni looked and waited. Michael turns to her and says, “Just keep a transporter lock on me just in case ok?”
Gianni smiled and says, “One step ahead of you”
With that, Michael turns back toward the door and walks through it door as it opens. Braydon is consulting with the operation’s officer on the other side of the room. Braydon softly smirks at Michael for leaving him high and dry before. Michael slowly walked to the sitting near the Captain’s chair and softly frowns.
As Michael sits down and lays his head again the banister, he closes his eyes once again and images of Braydon at Starfleet Academy came to his mind, the first day they meet and the dates they went on during their academy years. He smiled to each image the appeared in his mind.
Michael hears a soft voice, whispering into his ear.
The tone of the voice and the sensation of the air coming from the voice gave Michael goosebumps, and Michael felt very ‘’firm’’ in his pants.
He opens his eyes and he sees Braydon staring at him.
“Looks like you need a moment too.” says Braydon with a wink and a smile at the same time.
Michael quickly places his hands over his groin and shifted slightly in his place.
Braydon looked at him and gave a cheeky grin with a soft laugh at the same time.

An hour after the meeting, the senior staff were told that, the transmission that Michael had received was a request from a scientist, who is needing assistance from both Michael and Trixie down on the planet surface. Braydon requested to accompany both of them to the planet, and as promised, Gianni declined his request and told him that he needs to have a full manifest of the crew evaluation, ship’s system reports and ship’s weaponry compliments in todays and not to hand it in without having it checked over twice.
Gianni knew how to keep everyone busy on the Olympus, but she likes to have a ready and able ship for whatever the circumstances are.
Michael returned to his quarters to grab his bag off the couch.
“Burnett to Markus” says Braydon.
Michael was just about to walk out of the quarters when he heard that.
“Markus here, go ahead.” says Michael.
“Can you please report to our bedroom.” says Braydon.
Michael grinned and quickly walked to the bedroom and he saw Braydon in the bed underneath the sheets.
Braydon softly smiled and winks at Michael and he softly taps the top of the bed, to indicate to jump in. Michael dropped the bag on the floor and walked to bed where it was empty. Michael took his shoes off and got into bed.
Michael move his hand to Braydon’s chest and all Michael could feel was Braydon warm, softly haired chest. He moved his hand up to Braydon’s neck and slowly moved it down to just above Braydon’s groin.
Braydon growled softly to Michael’s hand movement. Braydon’s hands went to Michael’s uniform and he slowly unbuttoned it Michael’s vest while softly kisses his neck. Michael loves being kissed on the neck. Slowly pieces of Michael’s uniform were being pulled off of Michael. First the vest, then his shirt, next was his pants and eventually his jocks.
Both of them were cuddling and kissing each other for a while. Braydon didn’t want to be aggressive with Michael when it came to making love with him. They began to softly rub each other and softly bite each other on the neck’s.
Michael was teasing Braydon’s nipple while he moved his head over Braydon’s other nipple.
A loud voice boomed with the speaker system in the quarters.
“Bridge to Commander Burnett and Counsellor Markus.” says Gianni.
Michael was ignoring Gianni’s voice, Braydon growled with pleasure and annoyance.
“Yes Captain, go ahead.” Says Braydon.
“Is Michael with you?” asks Gianni.
Michael pulled his head from out of the blankets, and huffily responded, “In a manner of speaking?
Braydon looked at Michael when he said that, he began to go red in the face.
Gianni’s voice began to shake in response, “Well…..umm……… we have arrived in the Cheldor system and ummmmm…… Transporter room 1 is waiting for you. Ramosa out”
Michael laughed at what he heard and Braydon was shocked and became more redder in the face.
Braydon softly placed his hand on Michael’s face and with one finger pull his face toward his and passionately kissed Michael on the lips.
“Michael?” says Braydon as he pulls Michael’s face away from his.
Michael looks to Braydon, “hmmmm, yes babe?”
Braydon frowned and says, “Come back safe to me.”
Michael smiled and says, “I always do.”
With that Michael jumps out of bed, grabs his clothes and redresses himself, grabs his shoes and the bag he dropped on the floor and walks towards the doorway of bedroom leading to the main part of their quarters.
Michael stops and turns to Braydon still lying in bed still under the sheets. Michael walks to Braydon’s side of the bed and Michael place’s his index and middle fingers of his left hand on Braydon’s chin and pulls Braydon’s lips to his lips and kisses softly.
Michael softly whispers, “I love you” as he pulls himself away from Braydon’s lips.
Braydon whispers back, “I love you too”
Michael removes his hand and continues to walk to the door of their quarters and heads to the Transporter Room 1.
Michael quickly thought to himself once more, “If only I have 5 more minutes and we wouldn’t have heard Gianni at all.”
Michael smiled at his walks into the turbolift.

(U.S.S. Olympus)
(Deck 2, Port side of ship)
(Stardate: 84780.83)
The information that Michael had been reading was beyond what he had thought. The details of the torture that had happened to Braydon were both mentally and physically exhausting a half human half Klingon would barely be able to handle that kind of punishment.
Michael had kept up with the reading of both the psychological report that was done after being rescued. Michael can now understand why Braydon wasn’t ready to talk about it. Michael had come across similar circumstances to Braydon situation. Due to the psychological trauma, being deprived of any form of nutritional substances and the telepathic assault on Braydon’s mind, being asked to relive that situation, is the same as a person who is a victim of rape to recount every second that had happened.
As Michael continued with the reading of the information from the isolinear chip, he had noticed that Starfleet weren’t find out anymore on who they were. Michael had a bad feeling that Starfleet didn’t do a good job in investigating on this situation. Just as Michael continued to look through the information more, Braydon came through the door from the bedroom. Michael quickly spun around and was in a state of shock. He didn’t hear Braydon enter the quarters when he was reading the files. Braydon looked at him and frowned.
“Still reading?” Says Braydon.
Michael quickly stood up and proceeded to walk over to Braydon. Braydon looked into Michael’s eyes and he could tell that the information was mind boggling him with more questions, questions that Braydon himself couldn’t answer.
Michael was about to speak until a sound from the door chimed off. Braydon softly brushed his hand over Michael’s cheek.
“I wish I could tell you more Michael, I really do. But I don’t know any more than what I gave, let alone what they gave me in return” says Braydon.
Michael smiled softly and tilted his head. Braydon knew that look, that look was his way of saying that he understands but he wouldn’t stop to find out what happened one way or another.
The door chimed again, “Enter” said Michael.
A slender built woman stood in the doorway of the room, it was Captain Gianni Ramosa.
“Commander? Are those reports on the performance evaluations ready?” Ask Captain Ramosa.
Braydon had totally forgot about preparing those reports, they were meant to have been ready 2 hours ago. Michael quickly jumped into the issue, hopefully to make Captain Ramosa understandable on the circumstance with why they weren’t prepared in time.
“I do apologises for Braydon tardiness in not having those reports ready in time, you see, when Braydon came back from 3 hours ago, he was exhausted and I thought to let him rest for an hour before getting those reports ready for you, but I totally lapsed on the time and he was just getting out of bed from his nap”. States Michael.
Braydon did indeed look tired and exhausted, so Michael hoped that the Captain was understandable.
“Well I can understand that, but that doesn’t explain the bruise on Braydon’s face?” Asked Captain Ramosa.
Braydon and Michael totally forgot about the incident with Sammy punching Braydon in the face. Michael was lost for ideas to explain that.
“And I am fully aware of the incident between Lt. Jays and Commander Markus about 2 hours ago as well,” states Captain Ramosa.
Braydon looked at Michael with a concerned look on his face, Michael looked back at him and was puzzled as well. To his understanding, there wasn’t anyone else around at the time of the incident and Michael was sure that Sammy wouldn’t have said anything.
“And I am fully aware that it is in relation to the classified mission that Commander Markus was in command of”, says Captain Ramosa in a stern and low voice.
Michael knew then that it wasn’t Sammy, Michael knew that if Sammy was aware of that, she would have told him about it then and there. Braydon’s hands began to clench. Michael knew that, Braydon was really angry about this.
“Captain Ramosa? I think we should leave this subject alone right now, since you are obviously are aware of the circumstance with regards to Commander Braydon and Lt Jays. I strongly believe that…..”
Captain Ramosa interjects in Michael’s sentence, “Counsellor Markus? I would appreciate if you sit down and remain silent for a moment.”
Braydon’s face slowly tilted down and his hand began to tighten up further with Captain Ramosa ordering Michael to stand down.
“Captain Ramosa!!” Yells Michael. Both Braydon and Captain Ramosa both looked at Michael.
“Right now, you are not helping Braydon with your approach to this situation. If you could see right now, if I hadn’t yell out to you just now. Braydon would have most likely done something in a few moments, which would have involved security teams putting the Commander in the Brig,” says Michael in a low growl and very sternly tone of voice.
Captain Ramosa looked away from Michael and looked at Braydon. She could see that Michael’s analysis of Braydon was in fact correct. Braydon was sweating from his face, both of his hands were bleeding from his continuous clenching and his body looked as if he was ready to pounce over the furniture’s in the quarters.
“I see, Braydon have those reports ready for me in two days. I think you may need a break. Counsellor? I want to see you in 2 hours in my ready room to discuss your actions,” says Captain Ramosa.
Michael nodded at the request of the Captain. “Understood Ma’am.”
Captain Ramosa turned towards the door out of their quarters and just before the doors closed, she turns her head towards Braydon.
“Braydon? I’m sorry.” And with that she walks away from the door and the doors to their quarters close.
Michael’s body ached after she left, he turned to Braydon and touched Braydon’s hands. Braydon slowly turned towards Michael and Braydon could see that Michael was worried, but he was putting a brave face. Michael quickly grabbed his tricorder and the dermal regenerator from a secret compartment in the coffee table. Michael has a habit of not only keeping a replicator near him, but he liked the idea being prepared for anything.
Michael softly grabs both of Braydon’s hands and scans the injuries.
“It’s not too serious, they will be sore for a while” says Michael in a soft soothing voice.
Braydon always found Michael’s approach to assisting people when injured as both a good thing and an annoyance.
Michael swapped the tricorder for the dermal regenerator in the same hand, and slowly hovered the device over Braydon’s hand from left to right at an even pace.
“If anyone else knew about those items, you know that Trixie would be very disappointed in your for stealing her equipment?” Stated Braydon in his neutral tone of voice. Michael looked at Braydon and softly smiled.
Trixie gave me these as a pre-cautionary thing for when there are too many question’s being asked about any and all injuries that I get”, states Michael.
Braydon looked at Michael, “why would people asks? That’s none of their business!” Says Braydon in a stern and angered voice.
Pulling his hands away from Michael, he moves towards the window in their bedroom. Michael could tell that wasn’t the right response to Braydon.
“Braydon? You know I wasn’t implying that you have or had for that matter, hit me ever since we have been together” says Michael.
Michael walks slowly towards Braydon, and softly touches Braydon’s shoulder and slowly turns Braydon around to face Michael.
Braydon tried to resist Michael’s insistence to turn around, but he eventually gave in to Michael’s stubbornness in the end.
“How do you put up with me Michael?” Asks Braydon?
Michael’s face shot up to Braydon’s face. Michael was shocked with disbelief. Michael had never once heard Braydon say anything like this before.
“I don’t put up with you. I accept you as you are, and know that you are who you are as a person. The man that I married who wanted to be with me”. Says Michael.
Michael softly slaps Braydon across the face as a mean to knock the idea out of Braydon’s mind.
“I don’t know why you would think of that at all?” Says Michael.
Braydon instinctive reaction to Michael’s slap across the face, had pushed a nerve in Braydon’s mind. Braydon raised his hands and closed it into a fist and punched Michael straight into his nose.
Michael flew across the room into the other room. During those whole 3 seconds of him being punched in the face to him landing in the other room. Michael was shocked with horror and absolute disgust with Braydon.
Michael landed on his back with hand quickly covering his face. He could feel something wet on his hands when he touched his face. Braydon’s face went from an angry scrunched up face looked to a jaw dropping look of what did he do. Braydon had never dreamt in his whole life, that he would ever punched someone that he loves so much.
Michael slowly rose up from the floor in the living area. And slowly proceeded out the door of the quarters. “Michael! Wait!” Says Braydon.
Michael didn’t stop. He just kept on walking towards the door of their quarters. He needed to get to sickbay. He needed to put some space between himself and Braydon right now.
As soon as Michael got out the doors of their quarters and moved quickly towards the turbolift. Braydon stopped in front of Michael and tried to see the damage of what he had done. He rose his hands to Michael’s face, but Michael quickly knocked them back and gave a foul look to Braydon.
Braydon had never seen Michael act like that before. So he moved away and allow Michael to move on past him. Braydon was disgusted with himself. He was distraught with guilt for what he has done. As Michael moved past Braydon. Braydon turned back towards their room and entered their quarters. Michael didn’t think of it, his main concern was the damage that was inflicted upon him. Once he got to the turbolift doors, waited patiently for the doors to open. Michael tiled his head down and thought to himself.
“Why did he do that? Why did he react in such a violent manner? Did I deserve it? Should I have done something different?”
Those words kept repeating in his mind, which to him felt like hours, the words themselves felt liked they echoed and with each repeat they grew more frequent and grew closer together which made his head hurt even more.
Michael wasn’t’ one for violence, he never liked the idea of being violent or the use of violence. It was what made him the kind of person that he was now. The doors to the turbolift opened up and as Michael tilted his head back up, he saw Sammy.
“Michael! I heard you from my quarters? Are you alright?” Asks Sammy.
Michael was stunned.
“Could she have heard me from my quarters of what Braydon did to me?
“Does she know that it was Braydon that punched me?”
Michael couldn’t say a word, Sammy grabbed Michael by his arms and gently guided him into the turbolift.
“Deck 4. Sickbay” says Sammy.
“Jays to Willcox?” Sammy wasn’t sure if Trixie was in sickbay or not, her main concern was to get Michael to sickbay without any issues.
“Yes? How can I help?” Say Trixie
“Trixie? Are you in Sickbay right now?” Asks Sammy
“I just got in. What’s wrong?” Replies Trixie. Sammy could tell that Trixie was concerned. The tone in her voice was enough to say that something was wrong.
“I have Michael with me and he is injured. I will explain what I can, once I am at sickbay. Be there in 1 minute” says Sammy.
“Acknowledge. See you shortly” says Trixie. From then on in the turbolift, it was dead silent. Nothing but the humming of the turbolift going deck by deck in arriving to its destination.
Sammy was concerned with the injuries that Michael had sustained. She wasn’t sure if it was serious or not.
The lift came to a halt and the doors to the turbolift opened up. Sammy quickly moved herself and Michael down the corridors of deck 4 to Sickbay. Sammy slowly ease the pace towards the door of sickbay, so that the doors themselves could catch up.
Trixie was in her office waiting for Sammy and Michael’s arrival. She was concerned and worried about what was going on as well.
But as soon as she saw Michael, she quickly ran towards the pair and she softly grabs the other side of Michael and guided them both to the main biobed.
Michael started to feel more and more upset, he wasn’t sure how or what to say to the both of them, once Trixie had fixed the damage that was cause.
Trixie grabbed her tricorder and scanned Michael’s face.
“The nasal bone is broken, both upper and lower lateral cartilage’s are damaged, anterior septal angle and membranous septum are damaged as well” says Trixie.
Trixie turned away from Michael and walked over to small trolley which had an assortment of hypospray tube and medical equipment. She grabbed two empty hypospray tube and a hypospray.
The first tube had Bicaridine to reduce the pain.
The second tube had Anetrizine to anesthetize the nerves in Michael’s nose
And the lastly she grabs a vascular regenerator.
“Michael? What happened to you?” Asks Sammy.
Michael felt wasn’t sure on what happened neither. He knew what happened but to produce the words of what happened was hard and difficult for him. Sammy sensed Michael’s confusion.
Sammy closed her eyes and reached out to Michael’s mind to feel out what she could sense from him. She saw who was in the room, she heard what was said. She saw what had transpired before and after her encounter with Braydon earlier that evening, and the discussion that Michael had with Braydon.
The flooding of emotions and images came to her mind of what happened to Michael and Braydon. She saw Michael slapping Braydon across the face, she couldn’t tell from the image if it was hard or anything, but sensing Michael’s mind she could tell that it wasn’t.
Sammy’s eyes shot open when the image of Braydon’s hand heading towards Michael head.
Sammy grasped, with shock of what Michael felt. She sense the confusion and the pain that Michael was feeling. The shock of knowing the man you love had opened his heart and hand to Michael, had turned it into a fist with anger and disgust.
Trixie turned her head towards Sammy, she could see that she was feeling out Michael. Trixie was aware of the arrangement that those two had. She didn’t object.
“So? What happened Sammy?” Asks Trixie.
Sammy looks to Trixie, Braydon hit Michael, response Sammy.
“Why?” Replies Trixie, as she turns her head back towards treating Michael’s damaged nose. She grabs the vascular regenerator to repair the veins in Michael’s nose.
“I am not completely sure to be honest. I could see what happened, Michael slapped Braydon across the face, but I can’t tell why Braydon retaliated” says Sammy.
The doors to Sickbay opened, with Braydon slowly walking in.
Sammy turned her head to the doors and saw him. Sammy’s face went red.
“How could you!” Say Sammy.
Trixie’s head shot up. She looked at Sammy and saw she wasn’t facing at her anymore, she looked in the direction of where Sammy was looking and she saw Braydon to.
“Can I explain what happened?” Say Braydon.
“No. you can’t. Not right now”. Say Trixie.
“If you can wait until after Trixie has fixed the damage to Michael’s nose first, then I will ask you some question” says Sammy.
Braydon’s face went still and his eye brows came down as if he was angered by Sammy’s stern orders.
“I am senior officer in charge Lt. Commander, so don’t you order me around. Responses Braydon.
Slowly Trixie placed the vascular regenerator down on the biobed next to Michael’s head, and turns the direction of what Braydon was.
“And I am the Chief Medical Officer of this Sickbay and you are in my house Commander, and I request that both you and Sammy both sit down and shut up, while I am fixing him up. Or I will ask for Captain Ramosa to be involved” Say Trixie, in a stern voice. Sammy looked at Trixie, she hasn’t seen Trixie like this. But Trixie was right. Trixie does out rank both of us when it comes to sickbay.
Braydon has respect for Trixie, as she wasn’t telepathic capable. So he kept quiet as well and sat on one of the other biobeds in the room.
Sammy didn’t question Braydon anymore after Trixie told them both off. Michael may have been in shock at that time, but he was aware of what was said. He was both proud of his friends and was happy to see that Braydon was here. But Michael knew that things were needing to be explained one way or another.
“Trixie? Stop for a moment” say Michael in his soft voice.
“Can it wait for one moment, I am nearly finished” responses Trixie.
“No. It can’t” say Michael.
Trixie didn’t object, she knew that this was the only time Michael would ever say anything about what had happened.
Trixie came around to the side of the biobed that Michael was laying in, and slowly brought Michael up. Michael’s head was throbbing mildly.
“Look, I understand that you two are worried about me, but Braydon is going through things that he needs to sort out” says Michael.
Sammy’s mouth opened to respond to what Michael had said.
Michael quickly responded to her with his mind so that she can hear.
“SAMMY!!! NO!!!!!”
Sammy quickly placed her hands on her heads as if she had something thrown at her head. Trixie turns to see that and she knew, Michael told Sammy off, he means business.
“Braydon, you know I can’t forgive you for hitting me, but I love you too much to let out relationship to be thrown” says Michael as he looks at Braydon.
Braydon looked at Michael, he could see the kindness and compassion that made Michael who he is. “Michael, I understand what you mean, but if you can’t forgive me than, how do I forgive myself?” asks Braydon.
Michael didn’t know how to respond to his question, he felt woozy from the head trauma that he had sustained. But all of a sudden Michael felt this uncontrollable urge to fall flat on his back.
Alarms begun to sound off from the biobed that Michael was laying on.
Trixie quickly turned and saw something was wrong.
Sammy’s mouth swang opened again at the shock of what she was seeing.
Braydon slowly moved forward towards the biobed.
“What is happening?” asks Braydon in a loud voice.
Trixie grabbed her tricorder and quickly scanned Michael’s body to see what seems to have happened.
She taps quickly on the tricorder, Michael seems to be having a mild seizure.
Sammy and Braydon looked at each other when they heard that Michael was experiencing a seizure.
“What is causing it” asks Sammy
Trixie looked at her tricorder, ignoring Sammy’s question.
“Trixie? What is causing his seizure?” asks Sammy.
Trixie quickly grabbed a hypospray to stop the seizure that is being inflicted onto Michael.
Trixie turns away from Michael’s biobed to Sammy and Braydon.
“I can’t tell you as Michael has told not to reveal this situation and medically speaking I would be breaking doctor patient confidentiality” says Trixie.
“Braydon? Do you know what she is talking about?” says Sammy as she turns to him.
But she could see that he knew nothing about what she is asking about.
“You going to have to wait until Michael is fully awake and has regained consciousness” say Trixie.
Braydon walks from the front of the biobed towards the side of the biobed, softly brushing the side of Michael’s cheek, “What haven’t you told me Michael? What is it that you aren’t telling us? says Braydon.

(U.S.S. Olympus)
(Main Bridge of U.S.S. Olympus)
(Stardate: 86921.17)

The Olympus was manoeuvring itself into position to fire it torpedos into the damaged section of the Borg Sphere, while the other ship of the 12th fleet were providing cover fire and firing off their volleys of torpedos and fire phaser.
Michael sitting in the command sit, waiting for the helmsmen to inform him that they are in position to fire, Sammy had loaded Quantum Torpedos and readied phaser level to maximum capacity at all elevations.
The Olympus is an Intrepid Class Starship in the Federation, it was primarily a science vessel for deep space exploration. But since the attack from the Borg, it had been repurpose to purse and identify possible advances in Borg technology and adaptation for possible means to beat back the Borg. Since the return of the U.S.S. Voyager, the knowledge and development of the Astrometric Lab, Starfleet had incorporated similar specifications from Voyager into the Olympus.
Not only has Voyager been gone for 7 years, they had also brought back more information on the Borg, then Starfleet has had in the last 20 years alone. Most of the information about what Voyager had encountered is known to all, but all highly sensitive information on the Borg are kept in both the Olympus and Starfleet HQ.
The science officer gave out a reading on that damaged section of the sphere.
“Those power fluctuations that we found early from the updates that the 12th fleet had given have increased. It looks like have sustained major damage in that section, But they are have been keeping that section away from the fleet” replies the Science Officer.
Michael could tell that the Borg have realized that they are planning on attacking that section of the sphere. Relay this information to the rest of the fleet says Michael.
“Lt. Commander Jays, do we have any Tricobalt Device onboard?” Asks Michael.
The crew looked at the captain with concern. Sammy looked at Michael feeling that he was going to do something really crazy.
“Yes sir, we have 4 Tricobalt Device onboard. But they will take 20 minutes to prepare all 4 of them?” States Sammy.
“Good, prepare 2 of them to fire at the sphere where the power fluctuations are” says Michael.
Sammy followed his orders. “Sir, I have a manifest of the 12th fleet torpedos complements, the Crazystone and the Denver have Tricobalt Devices as well, but are able to be fired”. Michael was surprised by that announcement.
“Open a channel to the Crazystone and Denver” says Michael.
Sammy prepares a three way communication uplink between the Olympus and the other 2 ships.
“I have them sir” says Sammy.
“On Screen” replies Michael
The Viewscreen shows the captains of the Crazystone and Denver.
Captain Frank Cruz, of the Crazystone and Captain Vernatta, of the Denver.
“Captain Cruz, Captain Vernatta, I want both of your ships to prepare to fire your Tricobalt Device at the damaged section of the Borg sphere” requested Michael.
“I’m Sorry, Acting Captain” replies Captain Cruz
Michael had a bad feeling when Captain Cruz stated that title that he wasn’t saying it in the nicest tone.
“But on whose orders are you following for us to fire these type of torpedos”, says Captain Cruz.
Michael slowly stood up, and walked over to the viewscreen, “On my orders, Captain Cruz.
I am the only and closest expert on the Borg at this moment of time, you will fire the Tricobalt Device, Is that understood?” Michael sternly stated the obvious to Captain Cruz, he didn’t seem impressed with what Michael had to say.
“Understood, we will wait for your signal, Crazystone out” says Captain Cruz.
“Denver standing by for your orders, let’s show these mindless drones what we are packing”. Captain Vernatta complied with Michael’s Order.
He knew that Vernatta wouldn’t have an issue with what Michael was asking.
“Michael, what are you planning on doing with those Tricobalts?” Sammy had a concerned tone in her voice when she asked Michael that question.
Michael turned to her, “if we get the Crazystone, Denver and the Olympus to get in to range to fire those devices. We may just do the damage we are looking for”, states Michael.
Sammy wasn’t impressed with the idea. She knew there was more to it than just firing those devices at it.
True, it would do some major damage to the sphere, and could potentially destroy the sphere. Michael returned to his seat.
“Helm, Prepare Attack Pattern Gamma Upsilon 3”. Sammy recognised that manoeuvre. It was Braydon’s Attack Pattern, now she realized what he was doing. The Olympus moved itself away from the rest of the fleet. With the Crazystone and Denver remaining behind, they proceeded to manoeuvre towards the sphere damaged section. Michael had the helmsmen send an encrypted message to the Crazystone and Denver on what they are planning on doing. The captains of the Crazystone and Denver had acknowledge the plan.
Sammy’s console began to bleep at her, she read out what was going on. She was stunned by what she read. Michael turned around towards Sammy to ask her for an update on the Tricobalt Device preparation, when he notice the look upon her face.
“Sammy, what’s wrong?” Asked Michael.
Sammy looked up at him, “You are being hailed” replies Sammy.
Michael was confused at what she meant. “Don’t you mean we are? Right?” Says Michael.
Sammy shook her head at him. “No. You are being hailed by name” replies Sammy.
Michael slowly turned back towards the viewscreen. Michael sat there for moment thinking of who would be hailing him.
“Sammy, can you trace the source of the signal” asked Michael.
Sammy quickly traced the source of the signal. She immediately stopped once she found it. “Michael?” Says Sammy.
Michael turns back to her, “what is it?” Replies Michael.
Sammy’s face became white with shock, not only was she able to trace the signal, but the signal also mentions another name.
Michael could see the shock on her face. Michael quickly stood and walked over to her station. Once he reached her station, he quickly looked at the finding of what she found.
The signal was traced back to the Borg Sphere, and the message from the Borg Sphere had a name stating who it was from. The name was Braydon.
Michael’s face went white as stone. He was shocked, part of him wanted to scream at the disbelief of what both he and his tactical officer had found.
He starting seeing an image of Braydon’s face with all that Borg technology running through his skin. A tear began to form from his tear duct. Sammy sensed the pain that was going through his mind. Michael began to clench his hand into a fist.
“Open a channel to the Borg sphere” says Michael.
Sammy nodded to his request. Michael slowly walked back to his chair. Slowly bracing himself to what shock he may see.
Michael tilted his head face down, he was overcome with horror and sadness of what he may see. The viewscreen went black with a hint of a green lights shining through. Michael slowly raised his head and to his horror, he saw what he didn’t wish to see.
He saw Braydon. Braydon had a Borg implant placed over his left eye. His hair was gone. His skin was greyish green. And a red beam of light was coming from the implant. Michael immediate thought was to yell at what he could see. The image of his partner that was taken away from him the very being that is standing there, looking at him from the viewscreen.
Michael wasn’t sure on how to respond to the image of what looks of his partner of 4 years. Michael quickly thought to myself to allow Sammy to know what he wanted. “Inform the Crazystone and Denver to standby for my orders.”
Sammy didn’t need to acknowledge what he had said, she proceeded to send an encrypted message to the other two ships of the situation and to standby.
Michael slowly stood up from his chair, and walked slowly to his helmsmen and stopped right next to his ensign. The Borg drone that looked like Braydon didn’t blink, the feeling alone was enough to scare Michael into submission.
“My designation is twelve of eighteen, I speak for the Borg”, states the Borg Braydon.
“I’m Acting Captain Michael Markus of the U.S.S...”
Before Michael could finish with what he was saying, the Borg Braydon finished his sentence, “U.S.S. Olympus, Intrepid Class vessel recently modified with information from the U.S.S. Voyager commanded by Captain Kathryn Janeway, Now Admiral Janeway. You are to cease fire with the Borg and prepare to be assimilated.”
Michael knew this was going to be the hardest thing that could happen. Michael thought out to Sammy,
“Have the Crazystone fire it Tricobalt to the damage section of the Borg Vessel. NOW!!!”
Sammy acknowledged the orders from Michael telepathically, The Crazystone manoeuvrers towards the damaged section of the Borg Vessel and fires its Tricobalt devices at it. But in the same instances, Borg Vessel had locked a tractor beam at the Crazystone and fired its torpedoes at the forward torpedo tubes of the Crazystone, instantly disabling the vessel.
“Report?” Says Michael,
Sammy nodding to Michael’s request, “Crazystone weapon’s system are offline, and they are being boarded. They are requesting assistance” says Sammy.
Michael lowers his head and the failed attempt to disable the Borg Sphere.
“Send the Denver into assist in the evacuation of the Crazystone” says Michael in a low voice. Sammy sends a message to the Denver to assist the Crazystone in the evacuation of it’s personal. “We had anticipated from this drone had once done the same thing prior to its assimilation into the collective. Resistance is futile” stating the Drone that was once Braydon.
Michael bring his head up to the viewscreen, and softly grinning at the assimilated Braydon.
“But you didn’t anticipate this one” says Michael in a stern voice.
“NOW SAMMY!” Yells Michael.
Sammy taps on her console. The Olympus quickly charges at the Sphere firing its Tricobalt torpedo.
The Tricobalt torpedo left the tubes with a bright blue hue and sparkling green effect in its wake.
Michael tapped a button on his chair to close the channel.
The next image he saw was the Olympus moving away from the sphere which at the same instance, the Borg fired its own tractor beams at the Tricobalt, but failed to lock on.
Sammy looks towards Michael, “It worked! They couldn’t lock on to the Tricobalt torpedo sir” says Sammy.
Michael grinned. He had hoped that the sub routine that he had developed prior would work. What he designed was a sub-routine that would have a counter measure system that would deflect and remodulate a small shielding system that was built into the case of the torpedo, but there was a 1 in 5 chance upon even firing or locking on to the torpedo itself could potentially detonate prematurely. It was a risk that Michael had to take to insure the safety of the fleet.
The torpedo continued on course to Sphere, and eventually hitting its intended target.
Michael continued to look at the viewscreen observing the damage that was inflicted on the Sphere.
“Status report on the Sphere?” Says Michael.
The science officer stationed quickly taps on his console getting a report on the damage caused by the Tricobalt torpedo, upon reviewing his findings he forwarded them to the Tactical station manned by Sammy Jays.
“Report coming in, 35% of the sphere is damaged, but the damaged that we are seeing are more surface damage than internal damage” says Sammy.
Michael glances over to Sammy, the look of concern and dismay loomed over. He begins to walk over to Tactical and looks at the findings himself. They put a force field the damaged section of the sphere to minimize the damage internally.
Michael taps on the tactical console, to opening a channel to the fleet.
“Olympus to Fleet, I am ordering all ships to retreat to starbase 427, all ships that aren’t able to warp are to be prepared for emergency towing. Everyone else is assist with evacuations and have the evacuated ships set the ships to auto destruction. We need to slow the Sphere as much as possible, Olympus out” says Michael.
Sammy looked at Michael, looking at him with concern on his orders, this is something that she hasn’t seen before from him since the academy, even though he wasn’t good at commanding a starship at that time, nor did he express interest in doing so.
“Sir, the Caledonia is having difficulties in establishing a tractor lock on the Pollux”, says Sammy. We don’t have time for this Michael thought to himself. “What is the next closest ship to the Pollux”, says Michael?
Sammy scans quickly at the all the ships in the area to the Pollux, “The Valiant is sir but there are assisting the Denver with the evacuation of the Crazystone” says Sammy.
Michael glared in the viewscreen, Sammy could tell he was getting annoyed already.
“And how far are they from completing the evacuation of the Crazystone” asked Michael?
“They are nearing complete evacuation of the Crazystone, but they aren’t able to take on any more people, but are able to tow the Caledonia” sir replies Sammy.
Michael softly smiles are the relief of hearing that.
“Right, Order them to tow the Caledonia quickly. Also have all the auto destruct command sent to my console and get the Denver to transport over their activate Tricobalt torpedos to us, I have an idea in mind” says Michael.
Sammy looking at Michael, she liked the idea that he had just formulated in his head. It was a risky move but could potentially hinder the Sphere long enough.
“Understood sir” says Sammy. She quickly issues the orders to the fleet on what Michael has asked of them. The fleet acknowledge the orders. The Denver begins to head towards the Olympus. Michael ordered his helmsmen to manoeuvre closely to the ships that weren’t salvageable and carefully transported the Tricobalt devices to the hull of each ship that were in the spheres path. He knew that slowing it down was the best and only course of action that he could think of.
Sammy had armed all of the remaining Tricobalt devices in time for the transport of them. As the Olympus transported the last of the devices, the sphere hailed the Olympus again, requesting for its captain to answer.
Michael had hoped he wouldn’t have to see his partner’s face again with all the Borg devices and implant on his face. Michael glanced over to Sammy, she knew what that meant. She tapped away on her console,
“On screen sir”, says Sammy. Michael glances back over to the viewscreen as he begins to sit back down. Sammy knew she had to be strong for him, the pain and anger she was feeling was a lot. And for someone who’s known for his pacifism in dealing with stressful situation, she wished that she could do more for him, then what she has done in the past to help ease his pain.

Im not intending to play, but I will be using my beta code this weekend woot woot.