Oh, the story is continuing, most certainly.

Can't have everything answered all in one go now, can we?

Looking forward to the continuation of the story, if there is to be a continuation. I would especially like to "learn" the vorta's purpose for existence in this story. Well done, Ereiid. :)

I'll 2nd that one! :)

Keep it up mister! I love it! lol

^^ That's true, I use Memory-Alpha and Memory Beta whenever I can't remember something clearly. It's very handy for Star Trek Info.

And thanks Jacien! Your link is very helpful!

Thanks a ton for your kind words, Jacien.

I've never really written Klingons before, so it's been a fun and rewarding challenge for me.

Hell, I haven't written fiction in so long, I suppose I'm surprised Breen isn't coming out.

Thanks so much Voleron - appreciate all the work and help...

Voyage Home
We would arrive at ESD in about 5 hours. This gave me a quite a bit of time to try and figure out what had transpired over the last year. My left temple was a little itchy. I sat down at my desk and began looking through the various padds: Engineering reports, Medical reports, Crew reports. I dropped the last padd and opened up the top drawer of the desk. There was a small box, an envelope and other stuff you would find in a desk drawer. I took the envelope out and opened it. It contained another padd. I set the padd down and inspected the envelope. Turning it over there was the word Remember written on it. How Vulcan I thought. I set down the envelope and picked up the padd and touched the screen. A picture of the Golden Gate bridge lit up. I swiped through the pics casually; there were several pictures of Colin, me and various points of interest around San Francisco. A few pictures of us in various settings. We both looked extremely happy in all of the photos. I finally realized that in each photo of I had the implant wrapped around my left eye. Unconsciously I reached up and felt the cool metal object. I also noticed that the device was a different color in some photos than others and most of the photos it was the color it is now. Almost a flesh tone but slightly more yellow. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door chime. "Enter" I stated quietly. It was the Chief and Colin.

"How are you feeling Captain?" The Chief asked.

"I'm fine. A little confused but I think I am beginning to recall some of the lost memories I had. It helps that someone placed this padd in an envelope with Remember written on it." With that a saw the slightest smile appear on Colin's face.

"I'd hoped it would help to trigger something, Jeremy" Colin stated. "Did you open the box?"

"I did not" I stated and opened the drawer pulling out the box. It was a black leather box adorned with gold trim and the initials C.F. and C.F-F. I opened the box and inside were two rings made of latinum. The shined in the dim light of my quarters. I removed one of the rings and inspected it. It was striking but also plain. I tried to fit it on my fingers and found that it didn't quite fit. A glint of light caught the inside of the band I looked closer and was able to make out 'to my one and only' in a delicate script. I looked at Colin. "I assume this fits your finger?" He came closer with out stretched hand. I took his hand and started to slide the ring on his finger. Suddenly with a flash of light the memories came. Images, much like those on the padd started flying past. I could see them all in great detail and in less than a nano second. Sights, sounds and even smells of all the places we visited on our honeymoon holiday flooded my mind, then the emotions came. I felt overloaded and passed out.

Colin quickly opened his tricorder and began scanning me. I started to come to, my vision blurry at first but quickly sharpened. Colin closed his tricorder. I pulled him to me and hugged him. Desperately holding on to him. After some time we separated. I got up and went to the replicator; "Darjeeling tea, hot" I stated. It appeared and I handed it to Colin. "2 coffee's, hot" I stated. They appeared and I handed one to the chief and motioned both to sit down. "Computer time to Earth Space Dock" I stated. "3 hours 42 minutes at present speed." it replied.

"Chief, what should I expect when we arrive at ESD? I have been relieved of command of my ship and I think I understand why. I would like to know if Starfleet, or the Admiral rather, have hostile intentions."

"Sir, you were relieved only temporarily. I think Quinn thinks you may be a valuable asset and wants to retrieve as much Borg data as he can from you. This will require some minor surgery to implant a port into your skull." replied the chief.

Colin spoke up. "It is a simple procedure but we are not sure how your body will react. We have had a hard time undoing the damage the Borg did to you. It's risky. However, the progress you have made in the last hour alone gives me hope"

I stood up and walked over to the desk. I picked up the black leather box. It was still open only this time a single ring was contained. I took the ring out and toyed with it for a few seconds. "That won't be necessary." I slid the ring on. "I have a port readily available. Chief find me a fiber cable with an interface to my console and leave the other end open." The Chief scrambled off to get what I required. I turned the console to face me; "Admiral Quinn private channel".

With the cable now attached to the console I sat down peering at the open end. I reached up and felt the edge of my implant attempting to locate a small opening. Once I found it I guided the cable to it and inserted it. "Bridge...All Stop." Admiral Quinn appeared on the console. Seeing the cable running from my implant disappearing from view he queried "Captain, what are you doing?" In a moment he began to see the data stream flowing on the side of his view screen. "Captain, change course and head to the Bellatrix Sector..." You are reinstated. "Contact me when you arrive..."

Sundays work for me. Well actually any day works for me as long as it isn't any earlier for a start time.

Also, if you're needing to make references to the Trek universe, and in particular if you're needing to reference the technology or specific episodes, http://memory-alpha.org is indispensable.

Collision:

Planet Earth: Alhambra High School, Alhambra, California September 2nd 1999 A.D. Old Gregorian Earth Calendar. 7:57 AM Pacific Standard Time.


The Umbral walked the halls of what these humans laughably considered a school. It strained credulity to think that in the future, as these humans would consider it, they were the biggest threat to the Devidians plans. They also happened to be the most delicious life forms its people had ever tasted. Their neural energy so alive with vibrant passion and hope yet so subtly nuanced with insecurity and doubt. Nothing sustained its people so completely yet left them craving more. Klingon’s neural energies were far too spicy with overabundant amounts of unmitigated hostility and animal rage while Vulcanoids, though secretly very passionate in their own right, had the pesky ability to resist most neural attacks by virtue of their extensive mental discipline.


How these marginally advanced primates ever came by such mental potential let alone will realize it is beyond me, it thought. Biologically inferior to most races in this part of the galaxy this odd little species had narrowly averted their own self destruction time and again and, should her mission fail, would go on to be one of the dominant powers in the quadrant and eventually beyond. To the Umbral’s non-linear point of view this was already happening. Humans, their allies and even their enemies were driving back their hunters, closing portals and laying siege to their beautiful triolic realm.


No, thought the Umbral. I know know full well how these creatures have defied the laws of probability. They are watched and guided by forces they can scarcely yet imagine. Theirs was not the first species whose development was guided, manipulated, stunted or accelerated by more powerful beings. Not to mention the continual meddling of their own time traveling descendants. The Aegis, the First Federation, the Sky Spirits and even the Q took an very annoying interest in this undistinguished little race, which made its job and the job of its fellow hunters and infiltrators all the more difficult.

It hated this realm and everything about it. The form it was forced to take had to move by putting one of leg in front of the other on the ground instead of simple and efficient levitation. The crude sensory organs picked up on only the tiniest fraction of what was going on all around them. Lost in her musings it almost didn’t see the youngling about to barrel into it until it was too late. With only a thought it channeled some of its triolic energy into a kinetic barrier directly in front of its body.

The youngling ran straight into the barrier which to its own interphasic senses appeared to flare blue and white momentarily blinding those senses before knocking him onto the ground.

Adopting a stern expression that was not entirely unfelt, the Umbral recognized the youngling male as one of its “students.” Well, one of her students and she's quite dead now, but I have nothing to teach any of these cattle that they would ever be able to understand. Still it had a part to play if it was to remain inconspicuous and accomplish its mission. The youngling’s T-shirt was the same hue as the Umbral’s own wondrous cerulean realm.

It momentarily felt a pang of longing for the peace and tranquility of that existence. After properly chastising the youngling for a failure to properly observe and account for the obvious constrains of such a ridiculously linear existence. How could these beings not be acutely aware of the passage of time in one direction when their puny existences were so incredibly finite?

The boy, yes it was boy, not youngling I must remember to take gender into account, communicated a hurried response of contrition before moving around it and running off to class. From the corner of one of its crude visual organs’ range of perception, the Umbral caught a brief flash of coruscating light very similar to the temporal oscillations of chroniton particles. The Umbral instantly switched its perceptions back into the full interphasic spectrum only to find no trace of any sort of chronal disturbance.

It must be the chaotic light spectrum of this plane, it thought. The harsh photonic, sonic and gravitic forces of this realm was enough to make it physically ill, if it had anything approaching a humanoid digestive system. The plan would soon be implemented and its people would feast on humanity for many eons to come.

You have a true talent for storytelling. :)

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I wanted to share this fantastic website I came across that contains a variety of different terms and plot tools that might give our new crop of fan-fic writers some excellent tools for their stories.


http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HomePage


It includes examples of various plot devices and formats for different types of narratives and dialogues. It's primarily for TV and movies but they do have a lists of books (many Star Trek) and a breakdown of what devices and formats were used in each so they can easily be adapted to your individual style of storytelling. I can't tell you what a help it has been to me both personally and professionally when I write.

Enjoy :)

I hope this helps my writing. I have been struggling at remembering bits I wrote yesterday and keep having to go back through it. Thanks for the Find!

Dumbledore was gay!

Congratulations Traull!

I wanted to share this fantastic website I came across that contains a variety of different terms and plot tools that might give our new crop of fan-fic writers some excellent tools for their stories.


http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HomePage


It includes examples of various plot devices and formats for different types of narratives and dialogues. It's primarily for TV and movies but they do have a lists of books (many Star Trek) and a breakdown of what devices and formats were used in each so they can easily be adapted to your individual style of storytelling. I can't tell you what a help it has been to me both personally and professionally when I write.

Enjoy :)

Thanks everyone. Hope I don't let you all or the department Down. Great ideas for the next while with regular PVE tutorials and leveling clinics. Any ideas or questions, feel free to message me or any of the department captains.

:whistle:

Cheers

"Chief. I am having memory recall problems. There seems to be a great deal of time that I have lost. For example the last thing I remember before coming aboard the Phantom was being assimilated for a short time and then waking up in Sick bay. Then there are the file systems in my head. I don't understand what is happening."

The chief went to the replicator and requested two coffees and motioned for me to sit down. He tapped his com badge and requested that Colin join us. While we waited for Colin he began his explanation:

"You were assimilated all right, but not for a short time. Sir, you were assimilated for more than a year." It took a great deal of effort and time to locate you and of course then there was the battle. You need to know that you, or the Borg you are responsible for the destruction of the Green Bow. While it was technically not destroyed the damage the Borg ship caused to the Green Bow rendered the ship useless EXCEPT for what was left. The main computer was intact when she was towed in. Of course the majority of the saucer was gone. The shielding systems and warp nacelles were in tact. The rest was basically a total loss."

Colin entered. He had a strange look on his face. He sat down in a chair opposite me the three of us formed a triangle. "I was just briefing the Captain on the destruction of the Green Bow."

"Utopia Planetia has amazing doctors for the recovery of individuals that have been assimilated. It took a very long time to bring you back, to bring back what we could. Part of the Borg implants destroyed several memory receptors in your brain. The loss of that, for lack of a better word, data, is tragic and we don't really know to what extent. We do know that you can recall everything prior to the assimilation but afterwards, after you were recovered and repaired those memories are gone. It seems that you are just now able to create new memories that will be saved. Additionally there are several implants that could not be removed. You may have seen the affects of those..."

I immediately cut him off, "Yes that explains the strange read outs I was seeing!"

"Readouts?"

"Yes, I have detailed specifications and parameters for the Borg ship I was on..."

The chief got up and ran over to the desk spun the console around and shouted "Priority to Admiral Quinn!"

The Admiral appeared on the screen. "Sir, the implants that could not be removed from Captain Frost have shown to contain data regarding Borg Ship systems...Admiral I think this is the break we have been looking for."

The Admiral responded with "Set course to ESD immediately. Captain Frost, You are relieved of duty until further notice!"

"Bridge, set course to Earth Space Doc Warp 9! Security, to the Captains ready room!" The Chief looked at me and then security as they walked in. "The Captain is confined to quarters until we arrive at ESD. Post guards at his door."

I was escorted gently to my quarters, Colin stayed behind with the Chief....

The dim lights of the room illuminated certain parts of the room with faint traces of color. These could be programmed at will and saved for various occasions. The bedroom section was illuminated in red as the two men slept soundly wrapped around each other.

I stirred and realized after the events of the previous night that neither of us had moved. We had slept soundly and apparently needed the sleep. I didn't recall any type of dream. I sat up looked about the room and recognized that this was indeed my new cabin. But who had the forethought to place my belongings in here. Colin, maybe. I got out of bed and entered the bathroom. While I was in the sonic shower Colin appeared and climbed in with me.

"We have to hurry or we will be late for Duty" he said softly.

"Right" I said.

We quickly dressed. Apparently we both had a closet. "Did you move in with me?" I asked impatiently. "I don't remember making this arrangement."

I was cut off by the com. "Commander Frost please come to sick bay."

"I believe my rank is Captain Doctor". I exclaimed.

Colin looked at me with a slight frown. "You don't remember do you?"

I sat down on the bed as he crossed to the desk, touched the drawer open and withdrew a padd. He tossed it to me smiling and said, "Gotta Go I am needed in sick bay". With that he disappeared into the corridor.

I held the padd for a few moments and then touched the screen. I selected the first item I saw. 'Testimony'. As I read through it I realized it was a transcript from a wedding. Further down I saw a photo and touched it. It was a video and opened up to the size of the screen. Music began to play and I saw various people dancing and recognized each one. Then I saw Colin and myself dancing together and photographers and videographers hovering around us. It was OUR wedding. I quickly searched my memory for anything that would trigger these events in my mind. Nothing. Then in the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of green text. I couldn't make it out. I tried to focus on it and it shaped into something like a file structure. I tried to move it with my mind to get it squarely in front of me so I could read it. There it was right in front of me now. I could make out the list of items. They read as follows:
Attack Systems
Defense Systems
Operations

I thought: Attack Systems. suddenly I could see weapons array listings, schematics and firing patterns. I dropped the padd and exited to the corridor. There was nobody around, it was quiet as I made my way to the turbo lift. "Deck One".

The doors of the lift opened and there was the bridge. Chief Anderson was sitting in the Captains chair and rose upon hearing the lift doors open. I stepped out of the lift and crossed the bridge in front of him. "Join me in my ready room."

Congrats to both of you.