AC Stories (discovered)

[Mr. President]

The parallel universe one was pretty good, actually. The final episode has Q, so you figure it's gonna be reasonably good. I think there was another Q episode in that season, where he sends Picard back in time to the academy so he can try to avoid being stabbed and getting an artificial heart.

The worst one, though, is the one where Picard and Crusher are kidnapped by aliens and become able to hear each other's thoughts.

[Sovereign]

I remember that one with the mindreading thing. Seriously, after that experience, in subsquent episodes they should have explored the after-effects of that mindread thing.

Instead of that episode, I think they should have written a better story, maybe with the Captain and several refugees or people in danger, and the Doctor is offered two choices. Allow the Captain to live, at the death of the others, or allow the others to live at the death of the captain.

Then somehow the refugees save themselves when Beverly made her decision, and she is about to carry it out.

[Mr. President]

You should have been a script writer for Star Trek!

Have you seen the latest movie Nemesis? It's damn good. But the ending is very sad.

[Sovereign]

Yeah. Wish Data didn't die.

I got a secret plot, thanks Prez! I'll build a time machine, go back in time, rewrite all the Treks... and maybe get engaged to Marina Sirtis or one of the hot Trek guest stars.

[Mr. President]

I hope it turns out good! Or should that be "has turned out" good?

[Sovereign]

Hehe.

I'm curious, who do you think was the hottest Trek chick? Seven of Nine doesn't count.

[Mr. President]

Seven of Nine doesn't count? I guess Terry Farrell, then. Who would you say?

[Sovereign]

Seven of Nine is such a shoo-in, hence me deciding she doesn't count.

I think they were a few hotties that are tied in my opinion.

1. Nicole DeBoer (Ezra Dax, DS9)
2. Famke Janseen (guest star on TNG)
3. Marina Sirtis (Deanna Troi, TNG)
4. Jennifer Lien (Kes, Voyager)
5. Ashley Judd (Ensign Robin Lefler, TNG)
6. Terry Farell (Jadzia Dax, DS9)

I think Jennifer Lien would be more sexy if she had long hair, rather than that short haircut.

[Mr. President]

Wow. You really know your Star Trek women, eh?

Which episode was Famke Janssen in? It's gone clear out of my head.

[Sovereign]

I think the episode name was "Metamorph"

Famke guest starred as a incredibly sexy woman who was encased in a cocoon, and is a powerful empath. Even more so than Deanna Troi.

She was supposed to marry a ugly chancellor and literally become his woman of his dreams. She can adjust her personality and pysche to match any male's desires.

She had a crush on Captain Picard, but unfortunately she had to go off and marry that ugly dude. I think it would have been more interesting if Famke's character stayed on the Enterprise with Picard, just to see the possibilities.

Deanna out of work, Beverly having to comepete for attention and affection, etc.

[Mr. President]

Dang, I must have missed that episode.

I'm sure I would have remembered Famke Janssen. She made such an impression in GoldenEye.

They're going through the episodes in order out here. Yesterday was the one where Ro Laren joins the Maquis. Next week, though, it All Good Things, the last episode ever made. It has Q in it.

[Sovereign]

w00t!

Is it presented in a single show (2 hours) or in 2 parters (1 hour show the next week, then the 2nd showing the week after)?

Which channel or TV station though? I lost count of which Trek shows go on which stations! Its like figuring out a puzzle.

[Mr. President]

I think it's in two parts. It's on TV1 on Australia's Foxtel (cable ), the "Home of Television's Greatest Hits".

The term "Greatest Hits" applies rather loosely, of course, in certain situations.

There's seven seasons of Next Generation, so after All Good Things they really won't have an excuse to re-show ones they screened recently.

[Ouro_827]

I'll post a link to a semi-stupid story that I'm still writing after school...

[Ouro_827]

Ignore the numbers, they're there for school...



1 The Empire was falling. All that had been achieved over the past centuries, the studious use of Chiron’s resources had not been enough to uphold the Empire. It had reached its apex, and now, it was crumbling. From her chambers in Gaia’s Landing, Lady Deirdre Skye looked out on her creation, for she was one of the three. The core group of the Empire was formed of three factions, three ideologies. Deirdre was one, and the other two were Academician Prokhor Zakharov, and the strange entity that assumed human form, Prime Function Aki-Zeta Five. The last, and least of the core influences, didn’t help form the Empire so much as she helped train those who did. This was Colonel Corazon Santiago. Santiago and her Spartan ‘s had long since moved on towards other planets, where there had not been so much of a human influence, where they could better exploit the resources of the Manifold. So much had been achieved since they landed, and there was still so much to be done. They had pushed back the forces of the traitorous Miriam, and stopped the onslaught of Chairman Yang. Why, had the empath’s chose to withdraw now, when they were most needed? The drones were rioting and the mind worms, once driven back, were now assaulting in full force.

Zakharov, Chief Science Officer of the long-dead ship U.N.S. Unity, sat brooding in University Base. His troubles were not with the general population, or on the surface. Instead, his problem was his facilities. To be precise, his orbital science station
Chiron’s Breath had reported that somehow, some of the planetary fungus had made it aboard. That was two days ago. There had been no word since. Still, to comfort him, he had gotten his hands on a nice little piece of data regarding the possibility of settlement on a small planet orbiting Regina VII. Maybe something might be made from that bloody accident yet.......

The last of the core group did not brood, nor did she panic. She simply was. Prime Function Aki-Zeta sat at Alpha Prime, going over the probabilities of these events happening all at the same time. Very recently, a virus had crashed six of her Network Nodes. As a former entity onboard the Unity, she had only recently assumed human form. To further debilitate the situation, the nanites that were needed for mining and production on Nessus Prime were delayed due to heavy instrument interference, making orbital insertions impossible.2 Deep within her, the original inhabitant of her body stirred. Aki Luttinen, formerly of Norway, shared a body with the intelligence Zeta-Five, and now asserted control of the body. Slowly she rose and brought back the memories of long ago, of an age long passed. When she was on Earth, she had done a lot of research into pre-senient algorithms. She had also experimented with brain functions, as mapped by a computer. One thing her group discovered was that if prolonged exposure to about 970 ß of neural waves, the brain would have responses, almost as if it had severe depression problems. Aki had several brain wave analyses ordered on her subordinates.





Several weeks later, CEO Nwabudike Morgan was on scene for the first disaster. He was at one of his favorite places, Chiron Trading. He was watching the prices go by on the ticker when it happened. Everything simply disappeared..... and didn’t come back. The power went totally out in Morgan Industries, which, possibly withstanding the three major headquarters, the base on planet with the most amount excess energy. He reached for his quicklink and immediately rang up the chief central engineering officer. The answer came over the line, “Yes sir?”
“This is Nwabudike Morgan. What in Chiron’s stalks is going on?”
The reply was simple, and devastating. “Sir, that is exactly the problem. The xenofungus seems to be sucking energy right out of the base, and we can’t stop it!”
3Morgan considered this for a second. “Shut off all non-essential functions. Deploy tachyon containment fields with resonance rovers. Burn back that fungus!”
“But sir, what about the Gaian’s regulations?”
Morgan screamed into the link,”Those regulations are to prevent over-use, not to stop us from defending ourselves. You heard me!”

The flares for the resonance lasers registered on some of the defense satellites still in the sky. It was downlinked into the University’s closest base, Monitoring Station, and transferred from there to major headquarters around Chiron.4 Immediately, alarms started going off at Gaia’s Landing. Deirdre rushed into the transmissions center,”What is it?”
“Well Lady,”one of the technicians said,”We’ve picked up resonance bursts around Morgan Industries.”
“Is he trying to harvest fungus? Send him a link, immediately!”
“Yes Lady. One moment please. We have him on visual.”
An image popped up on Diedre’s quicklink. “Morgan speaking.”
“Morgan, what do you think you are doing?! There are treaties about use of resonance technology you know!” Deirdre began to get very annoyed.
“I’m sorry Lady Skye, but the fungus was threatening our base.”
“That’s what you have tachyon fields for! What about the neuro amps we helped you with?”
“The tachyon fields failed, and the power was being drained, so the neuro amps were useless. We can send you footage if you like.”
“I’ll believe you, for now. Tell me though, what would make the fungus so aggressive?”

5 The problems around Chiron had begun. Planetwide sensors began returning results of extremely high fungus growth. Deirdre began growing suspicious, so she made a conscious effort to contact Planet. Nothing. She tried for two weeks without success. Contact was finally made when she was visiting Gaia’s High Gardens, to examine their new research that they had dealing with mind worms. She was watching some of the trainers work, where her former assistant, Lindly, stepped out of the shadows. “Would you like to try, Lady Deirdre?”
Deirdre considered for a moment then smiled. “Yes, I would. It would be relaxing, and I need to relax.”6 She stretched her mind out, and embraced the cries of the worms. The cries became a hum, graceful and calming. The simple command to rise made them fly for her. She felt pure ecstasy. Together they soared, her mind, and the worms. They ran through the fungus, bursting up to fall again. The song tugged at her mind, then from the fungus, Planet’s voice came unhindered into her mind.
“earthdiedre, we welcome you to our humble abode.”7 She looked around her, and realized it was pitch black. “plamet is sad with earthlings. planet hurt by earthlings.”
“Which earthling hurt you, Planet? We have tried to avoid any harm.”
“it is the loss of so much energy. so many earthlings leaving hurts planet.”
“What? Do you mean the spaceships? Or not having people on planet?”
“planetfungus, and planetmind are one. you are not part of the cycle. beware earthdeidre!” With that, Diedre felt herself return to the mindworms.8 Her mind cycled with them again, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She slowly disengaged and wandered off, deep in thought.

When Diedre made it back to Gaia’s Landing, she ordered immediate tests on the effects of starship burnoff. She needed to find out what was causing this problem, and she needed to find out soon. As such, she personally asked Zahrakov about the general effects of the chemicals released, and how the might affect Planet. As for if it was lack of people, well, she had an idea about that too.
Most Gaians were rather familiar with mindworms, so seeing them around in bases was easy for them. The idea was to see if they responded to young life. One of the assistants at Gaia’s High Gardens had recently given birth. Now, they were going to see how the worms responded to new life.9 When the door was opened, Diedre heard the worms let out an immediate hiss. The sound was not necessarily a bad thing, just a sound of surprise. The woman who was controlling the worms gasped, and her eyes flew wide open, as she gazed, unseeing, at the baby. As the worms surrounded the baby, it did the strangest thing of all. It laughed. A small giggle at first, but a smile came over its face. It stepped up to the worms, and was not afraid. The mother, watching for a little ways off, smiled, and so did her child. A small gesture, but it was enough.

10 The University staff were being overwhelmed with data. The satellites were observing some sort of thermal flares on Alpha Centauri B, popularly known as Hercules. Apparently it was having some sort of burst, and that was pouring energy down. It was close enough some of the energy was entering Chiron’s atmosphere, and interfering with sensor operations. 11 The first step to countering sensor interference normally to launch some low-orbit communications satellites with special shielding. Unfortunately, the orbital insertion ability of the factions had been shut down. So, effectively, the entire planet was cut off. This was reported to the proper authorities, but nothing was made of it.

Far out into the see, beyond Data DeCentral, a Nautilius gunboat swerved from its patrol route, and right behind it passed a small black transport, undetected by anything. It swung its bow towards the closest landing area, and speeded up, repeatedly scanning the shores for any type of movement.12 As the transport it was guarding reached the shores, it pulled up as close as it could, and kept the shells ready for firing. Once the troops were unloaded, the boats swung out to shore, leaving them behind. The men moved out quietly, armed with Chaos Lasers. In the darkness of this rotation, the slight flash of lasers against fungus was barely visible, especially to the now-blinded satellites.

The first alert that anything was wrong came from the sensors outside one of the Data Angel’s bases. Their sensor registered the units as Nautilus before all transmissions from the area were mysteriously cut off. Extra security was deployed, and the tachyon field activated.13 Within five minutes, patrols sited the Nautilus units, and interrogated them with signals by radio. When no response came back, they tried hails. With still nothing, they fired a warning shot. Then, everything broke loose. The Nautilus units spun and fired as one, hitting several patrol members. The remaining broke formation and dove for safety, radioing in for reinforcements. Nearly instantly, several Needlejets were dispatched. The Chaos Lasers tore a swath through the vegetation. As soon as command got word, they alerted all other factions, then called up an ambassador stationed by Captain Svensgaard. He was cold to the ambassador, and refused to talk about the situation. Next, Needlejets reached in close enough and let loose with some old missiles they had onboard. These were stopped by the shields. However, none of the Nautilus units had SAM hardware, and the Needlejets didn’t get close enough to get caught by the lasers. 14After several runs of missile fire, and accomplishing nothing, the Needlejets headed back to base for refueling. One other thing that the Hercules flares accomplished was to shut off communications between factions, unless an ambassador was on sight. Long range communications was out of the questions. The Nautilus units pressed forward, confident they had won. Were they ever wrong! A newly produced wing of top-of-the-line Needlejets, equipped with the new Fusion Lasers dove on the Nautilus units. The Nautilus dove for cover in the xenofungus, but that was a bigger mistake. The mindworms rose up against the intruders. The Nautilus did have the newest in Trance technologies, but enough worms against that few units will overwhelm the men.15 The men were summarily turned into worm food.

The solar activity from Hercules persisted, so negotiations with Svensgaard were very slow, and very tedious. He refused to admit to any wrongdoing, or any invasion of territory. The patrol bodies could not be recovered, seeing that they had long since been eaten. The sensor logs, however, would prove useful, except that the activity prevented them from being sent by communications, and that was the only way they could be aucenticated. None of the scientists had been able to predict the solar problem until right before it happened, so they could not tell when it would end. It was very difficult to study the spot without ruining equipment.16 One of the worst effects of the solar flares was that not only planetary communications was cut off, but all communications to other colonies that had been formed. All broadcasts to the other worlds had been severed, and due to the suddeness of the flare, it was not sure whether or not the communication about the loss of communications had been sent or recieved.
Diedre had not become panicky, but the pysch profilers could not come up with any reason for the attacks by Svensgaard! Granted, they had not been to see the man recently, so they couldn’t give her an in-depth profiling, but you would think they could come up with something! She wasn’t sure why she felt that this was urgent, but there was something deep inside her that told her to hurry up the investigation. On the other hand, insticts could be wrong.
Aki-Zeta was taking the satellite loss the worst. To her, the satelltes were her eyes and ears, sensing out in the galaxy. They were her hands and her mouth, to speak to others with. Her entire function in the command sector was to deal with the general type of data like they got from satellites. Now, she was cut off.17 She was almost entirely without any tasks. She could not study the strange phenomenon, so she turned her attentions to physch profiling. She didn’t have the best empaths around, but her logic boards were modified to be able to predict human reactions and the like. She plugged in the information on Svensgaard, hoping something in human nature would be able to tell her why he had turned his back on the collective factions of Chiron. She sat and waited. One thing about Aki-Zeta was that she was patient. She could wait.

18 At the moment, Captain Ulrik Svensgaard was in his Command Center, contemplating his next move. He had not anticipated the Needlejets range. “By Chiron’s locusts,” he thought. “It must be those new pilots from the Cloudbase Academy. They are the only ones with that much piloting skill. What could he do now?” He turned to the comlink when he heard the tone for an private incoming message. “This is Svensgaard speaking,”he answered it, idly wondering who was close enough to contact him but wouldn’t approach him in person. He got his answer when the image flashed on the screen.19 The avatar that appeared was that of his secret contact.
“Your next target will be the old Peacekeeper base, U.N. Science Labs. We need it seized before the solar activity calms down.” Ulrik stood, stunned for a moment. U.N. Science Labs’ garrison had moved out over thirty years ago. Why was he being ordered to seize an abandoned base. The avatar finished,”Those are your orders. The end is near.” The screen flashed to transparency and receded.

Aki was running probe algorithms when her circuits returned a message that a critical task was done. She receded from the cybernetic link, and answered the beeping on her command board. 20 Up came the pysch results that she had asked for on Svensgaard. She stared in amazement at the chart. There was only three things that could logically cause this. One was an atrocity by the Data Angels, which was pretty much out of the question, since no genetic mutations had been detected. The second option was severe pressuring at removal from power. Doubtful, there was no sounds of revolution anywhere in the Nautilus bases. The third and final option was if there was outside pressure on him, promising even more power, probably planetwide control.21 That sort of thing could be a possibility, but where could the pressure be coming from? Aki made a slight notation to run a deep tracking scan on all of Svensgaard’s recent transmissions. Now, she had work to do.

Ever since the Data Angels had been attacked, all security at Data DeCentral had been increased. Sindar Roze was peacefully resting in her private quarters when the door tone aroused her from her leisure. She arose and went to the door. It was her Director of Internal Affairs, with a large scowl on his face. She lazily asked him whatever was the problem, so much that he could not handle it. He managed to sputter out a reply. “Datatech, there has been reports of minor uprisings by the drones, especially on the mining fields.”
22”Oh, quiet. The drones are always trying get someone to support them. They’ve always been trying for freedom. The worst time ever was those Hive drones that produced Domai, but that was because Yang oppressed those drones way too bad and you know it.”
He looked at her, disturbed. “This isn’t just any uprising. I think you might want to see this tape.....” He held up a standard holo-recording and set it to play. It showed a typical drone rally.
“What so different about it?”Sindar asked.
“Take a look at this. I’m disappointed. I thought you would see it.” He pressed a zoom in and it zoomed to a face in the back of the platform. A woman robed in white....... the traditional garments of empaths.
“I see.... Have you tried to identify her?”
23Her advisor looked uncomfortable. “I have initiated searches of the outer bases, but........” His voice faded off.
Roze looked at him accusingly. “You know her, don’t you! She’s not from an outer base. She’s from DeCentral, somewhere around here, I would imagine. Who is she?!” Her voice began to raise dangerously.
Again that uncomfortable look came to the director. “Well.... I have seen her. Look closly, Datatech, and focus on her right cheek. Sindar turned to the picture, already knowing what she would see there. On the upper right cheekbone of the woman was a flaming sword, and the insigna of the Data Angels was below that, that identified her as working in Command. The sword was a mark burned into her skin when she was younger, as a sign of possession.24 Almost like a slave brand, but it was supposed to show that she was a drone. She had been suppressed as a child, which is one of the worst possible experiences for an empath. She was also the empath for all senior command officials with the Data Angels. Sindar should have recognized the face immediatly, but she had missed her last few appointments. And now, this!
She turned to the director. “I need to see Empath Rolowski in the Interrogation Room in four hours. Now get to work!” It had been a hard day.