((My apologies for the long hiatus on this story. Life got in the way, but today I got some time to write finally!))
Some time later on the Stonewall, two officers were walking toward the turbolift on the way to the bridge. The two human males, one a cleanshaven brown-haired man dressed in blue and the other a skinhead with a goatee dressed in yellow, walked in thoughtful silence. As they neared the lift, the yellow-clad engineer suddenly spoke up.
“Hold on, something has been bugging me about all this.”
The science officer stopped and cocked an eyebrow. “About what? The captain’s strategy?”
“No,” said the engineer with a shake of his head. “Not that. I’m just confused as to how this whole time-traveling thing has worked out.”
“How so?”
“Well, we were sent to locate the Aurora and the Pendragon, which disappeared at least a good five days before we arrived at their last known coordinates. However, after we escaped from the Undine through that rift, we came out right behind them.”
The science officer nodded. “Yeah, that’s because of a corollary of the Conservation of Temporal Flux theorem. Essentially, without any sort of temporal propulsion system, movement through a temporal system will always land you in the space-time coordinates of least resistance. While our four ships left from two different space-time coordinates, we ended up at the same one because of the Gate that the Borg constructed on this end, which effectively stabilized this area of the continuum.”
After some thought, the engineer nodded. “So... it’s like two streams of water running down a hill and joining into a bigger stream. We left from two different points, but the natural path led us to the same end point.”
“Yeah, that’s a good way to think about it.”
“So... then what will ensure that we exit at the same spot together... with the Borg we’re trying to stop?”
“It’s the same thing, really. Presumably, in order to launch the kind of attack that the Borg seem to be executing on our time from this future, they need to make sure all their ships arrive at the same time-space coordinate. They’ve likely sent a ship ahead to erect another Gate at the desired coordinate, which will stabilize that point of the continuum as well. This will ensure that a larger group of ships all arrive at the same time and place.”
“Makes sense, I guess. Of course, we’re going to need to survive getting to the Gate for it to even matter.” At this point, the engineer noticed that the science officer, while making his explanation, had been fidgeting with something on his index finger. It was a silver ring with a green amberstone set into it.
“Where did you get the ring?”
The science officer looked down at it. “Oh... uh, just picked it up when we were on Earth. It looks nice, but... I dunno. I don’t know if it’s really my thing.”
“It’s not,” the engineer said bluntly.
“Yeah... plus just having a ring on has been kind of distract--”
The science officer was cut off by a voice from the comm system. “Officers Hall and Hufford, please report to your posts on the Bridge.”
The two winced, realizing that the conversation had made them late, and bolted for the turbolift. A minute later, the two had entered the bridge with haste and taken their positions at Science and Engineering stations.
“Get lost on your way to the turbolift?” asked Nick’s first officer.
“No, ma’am. Just going over some last-minute details,” said Hall sheepishly.
Nick nodded from his seat in the captain’s chair and looked over at his Ops officer. “Status of the other ships?”
“They have reported they are ready to begin and are awaiting your command, sir.”
“Excellent. Helm, ETA?”
“We are ten minutes out, Captain.”
“Send an order to the ships to synchronize on a ten-minute countdown to drop out of warp. Following that, we proceed toward the Gate at full impulse in cover formation around the Pendragon. She’s going to be the last one out, so the less damage she takes en route, the better.”
“Yes, sir!” came the response from a number of bridge personnel as they went about preparing their assigned roles.
The minutes passed like years as the quartet of ships closed back in on the Borg-Undine skirmish. As the small group of ships drew closer to their destination, the Helm officer’s voice began counting down. First the minutes, then the seconds.
“Dropping out of warp in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...”
The stars that had been zooming by on the viewscreen suddenly stopped in their tracks. In the dead center was a number of Borg and Undine ships, with the Gate just barely visible.
“Ford to fleet, full impulse toward the Borg Gate. Cover the Pendragon and prepare for engagement with the Borg and Undine!”
The four ships sped toward the Gate with the Pendragon taking the interior rear position behind the other three ships’ triangle formation. Now that they were heading for the Gate as opposed to away from it, the Borg ships took notice. A number of spheres and cubes began altering their course to intercept. Of course, the Undine took advantage and pursued them.
“We have Borg and Undine ships en route, but so far the Undine appear to be focusing on the Borg,” reported Starseed.
“Let’s hope it stays that way. Continue course and fire only on the Borg. Do not fire on the Undine unless they fire first.”
“Borg ships firing!”
The ships flew straight through the Borg’s line of fire and traded fire. As they flew by, the Borg cubes emitted the glowing green light of a tractor beam, but the quick action of the ships’ engineers managed to repel them.
“Hull polarization modulation sequence initiated,” announced Hufford. “This should keep their tractor beams off of us for a least a minute or so. Should be enough to get us to the Gate.”
“Excellent. Helm, ETA. Ops, status of the other ships.”
“45 seconds, sir!”
“Shields holding at around 70% on our three point ships. Shields holding at 95% on the Pendragon. So far no ship appears to have suffered significant system or structural damage.”
“So far so good,” muttered Nick’s first officer. Nick nodded in agreement. The stratagem was working at least to the point that hope no longer seemed foolish.
“More Borg ships changing course toward us. The Undine are continuing their fire on the Borg.”
“Auxiliary power to shields and engines!”
While it seemed like an eternity, the ships quickly cleared the distane that separated them from the Gate. As they neared it, T’Rehes’ voice came over the Stonewall’s bridge comm.
“We are initiating fire on the Gate. We anticipate the Gate will sustain several shots before the distortion begins to destabilize.”
“Acknowledged!”
A massive volley of torpedoes shot out from the Pendragon’s fore torpedo launchers, speeding past the other three ships and impacting the Gate’s structure. Explosions bloomed around it’s hull like flowers. As the three fore ships began to enter the distortion, the Pendragon fired another volley.
“We are entering the temporal distortion,” reported Hall. “Interference from the field will prevent us from monitoring the Pendragon...”
Nick picked up on the officer’s tone and nodded. “Ford to Pendragon. Good luck... and see you on the other side.”
“... Thank you, Ford. We look forward to join-- yo-- her-- de---”
Hall shook his head. “The interference is too much. Looks like we’re on comm silence, sir. However, I can confirm that the Garret and the Aurora succeeded in following us into the time stream.”
Nick nodded and the bridge fell into a tense silence. The viewscreen was filled the blues and whites of the temporal distortion. Eventually, Hall spoke up. “Sir, interference from the distortion is clearing up. We will be clearing it in 5 seconds.”
“Once we’re clear, I want to know where and when we are, and how many Borg made it through that damn Gate. Ops, relay an order to the Garret and the Pendragon to wait 20 seconds and then fire on the Gate.”
“Sir!?” exclaimed the Ops officer and Starseed in simultaneous surprise.
“... you have your orders. We have to prevent any further Borg vessels from entering this time. Besides, if the Pendragon survived, it will emerge shortly after us.”
“... yes, sir,” acknowledged the officers.
The ships flew out of the Gate and came to a stop a short distance in front of it.
“Aft torpedoes ready and targeting the Gate. With all three ships firing, one volley will be sufficient to destroy it,” announced Starseed.
“Sir, I’ve completed an astrometic analysis of our surroundings. We are currently outside of the Vega system. It is now Stardate 86088.35; 25 hours after we left this time. Additionally, engine signatures indicate that all Borg ships that emerged from this Gate are heading toward Vega Colony. There are none in our immediate area.”
Hufford looked up from his console. “That suggests that the Borg somehow managed to get the two Gates in some sort of chronosynchronous operation. Ships that entered the Gate earlier on the other side of the rift have exited it earlier as well.”
Nick nodded and looked at Starseed. The Tactical officer let out a small sigh. “Sir, no reading of the Pendragon yet. Torpedoes are locked and loaded.”
Silence filled the bridge again. Nick took a breath and closed his eyes. “Fi--”
“Sir!” exclaimed Hall. “I recommend against destroying the Gate. Doing so would have... consequences.”
Nick looked at his Science officer in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Hall faltered and seemed flustered as he looked at his console. “Sir, I’m sorry but... you should look at this. Personally.”
The bridge officers looked at each other in confusion. Hall grew red in the face as everyone looked at him. Nick stood up from his seat and quickly walked to the science station. Hall pointed to a reading on the screen. Whatever the console was showing caused Nick to react with surprise, then a slow nod.
“Acknowledged. Starseed, refrain from the destroying the Gate. However, we will hold position here. If you’re right, Hufford, and the Gates are in sync, another minute should ensure that no other ships made it through after the Pendragon destroyed the Gate.”
The Ops officer took this moment to speak up. “Sir, Captain Zepari wants to know if you’ve ‘made up your mind’ yet about destroying ‘this bloody Borg hulk’.”
Nick smirked and was about to respond when Starseed made an announcement.
“Sir! It’s the Pendragon! She’s emerging from the Gate!”
Sure enough, the viewscreen showed the Pendragon flying out of the distortion.”
“Ford to Pendragon! How you doing over there!?”
“-- e -- one piece, as you humans say,” came T’Rehes’ voice. “Shields are low, but we have sustained little damage to our ship systems.”
“We’ve detected Borg heading for Vega. Can you join us?”
“Yes, however our battle capacity will be decreased. I recommend sending a Priority One message to all ships in the area. It is unlikely we will be able to eliminate a Borg invasion force by ourselves.”
“Will do. Ford to all ships, set a course for Vega, maximum warp. Ops, send a Priority One message to all Starfleet ships alerting them to the situation. Additionally, send a message to Vega that we are on the way.”
“Yes, sir!”
With that, the ships warped away from the Gate and toward the Vega system a short distance away.