USS Pioneer NCC - 74757


Enroute to the Jutrai Homeworld
Speed: Warp 5
Shields: Nominal
Hull: Nominal
Systems: All Systems Nominal

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Scattering To Time

Posted on Sun Jul 15th, 2018 @ 6:16pm by Captain Tyler Malbrooke & Lieutenant Commander Larim Myles & Lieutenant Commander Vaebn tr'Hwersuil

Mission: Episode 4 - The Sum of Our Parts
Location: Bridge - USS Pioneer
Timeline: MD001 1200 hrs
737 words - 1 OF Standard Post Measure

Tyler sat in his chair impatiently as the the ship hummed at warp. His Senior Officers had left the bridge for the most part as they set about their orders. He drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair. For Tyler Malbrooke this was the worst part of the job. Someone was in trouble, he knew he could help but he did not know if he could get there in time.

After what seemed like an eternity Tyler heard the familiar sound of the warp nacelles locking into their impulse positions. The Ensign manning the conn called out "Sir we have arrived, engaging one quarter impulse. The station is on the screen." An image of a small Cardassian station appeared on the viewer. Flames shot out of it and quickly extinguished in the void of space. Parts of the station shot off in all directions.

"Report!" Tyler leaned to the edge of his seat.

Vaebn's fingers danced across the console as he processed the incoming data, double checking as he went. He looked across toward the command pit. "Captain, sensors indicate a large build up chronitons coming from that station. It appears to be cascading towards a critical mass, which will rip a hole in the space time continuum. Internal scans are showing large pockets of chronometic radiation feeding equipment consistent with temporal experimentation." He turned back toward his console These Cardassians must be desperate. Even at its direst moment, the Romulan Empire refused to undertake temporal experimentation, deeming it to be too dangerous. he thought.

"How long do we have?" Tyler stood and walked toward the viewscreen. "Unknown, minutes at best." Vaebn responded. "Then find out. Transporter room this is the bridge stand by for full evacuation. Sick Bay you have incoming wounded. Ensign take us within transporter range." Tyler ordered.

As soon as the Pioneer began to inch closer, Larims board began to whistle and whine. As soon as the CoS could see what was the matter, it became painfully obvious. The viewscreen showed the scene in grisly detail.

The station, which had been intact mere moments before, was considerably less so now. It shuddered and twisted violently until the stress breached it right in half. Almost perfect bisection. Larim had never seen anything like it before. And he hoped to never see it again. That's where the curse of being an empath came in. He could Feel it

What followed was in a strange way, pretty to see. The station began to show signs of exploding. To which Larims first instinct was to raise shields. And a good thing he did because the station erupted in a flurry of color. Predominantly royal blue.

Larims mind immediately flashed to the earlier comment about chronotons. Larims board beeped ever louder. "Sir! Temporal fissure located. Not far from where the station..used to be." he said.

"Wait. Chroniton wave incoming! Brace for impact!" He hoped against hope that the shields would provide at least some manner of protection.

He grabbed his station as an almost perfect semi circle of royal blue energy engulfed the ship.

"Attention all hands brace for impact. Turn her into the wave... INTO THE WAVE." Tyler shouted to the helmsman...

The USS Pioneer began to turn in space, but for naught. The chroniton wave slammed the ship broad side. For Tyler all went dark and the last thing he remembered shouting was turn...

Larim was thrown to the ground. Well...the floor at any rate. He felt woozy too for some reason. The last thing he knows is Tyler said. "Into the wave." then nothing.

Vaebn saw the incoming wave. Quickly he activated as many sensors as possible, knowing that there wasn't enough time for much else. As he did, he fleeting thoughts were many; a few what ifs, will she be okay without me, and such. But in the end, as the wave struck and threw him sideways intot he bulkhead wall, his mind grabbed onto something much simpler; "This ought to be fun."

A Joint Post By

Captain Tyler Malbrooke
Commanding Officer, USS Pioneer

Lieutenant Larim Myles
Chief Security/Tactical Officer, USS Pioneer

Lieutenant Vaebn tr'Hwersuil
Chief Science Officer, USS Pioneer


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