Star Trek Starjumper: What doesn't kill you
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Hundreds of Jem'Hadar ships lay in ruins, adrift in deep space. After the founders surrendered in the last great war, they returned to the great link and through the worm hole that had been the constant pain in the ass of the space station, Deep Space Nine. However, when they disappeared into the worm hole they took with them the supply of ketracel-white and left the super soldiers to die.
Feared battleships were left spinning in deep space, their hosts long dead. These desolate vehicles were prime targets for scrap vultures or looters like Ferengi looking for cheap loot to sell on. The fire arms, side arms and any other weapons were sold on, the ships were skeletal.
However, they were also a target for another vehicle. Gul Brull was left well alone on a Ferengi transport vessel that was hovering close to a large battleship. A small runt of a Ferengi made himself known to the large Cardassian military man. Coughing, Brull looked down and nodded without saying a word. Taking hold of the grate above his bunk, he pulled himself up out of the bunk and hopped onto the floor.
"Are we here?" He asked, looking down at the small Ferengi.
"Ah... Yes sir... We're here."
"Good. Both me and your captain have discussed payment. Take me to your transporter." The Cardassian nodded towards the large door, the Ferengi nodded and walked him towards the transporter room. Brull looked down the corridor and saw the rusty colour of the vessel. There were the occasional metal pole that ran from the top of the corridor down to the floor.
They took a right turn to head down to the transporter room. Brull stepped onto the panel and looked at the Ferengi captain.
"Energize."
A light blue shimmered over Brull and beamed him over to the Jem'Hadar vessel. Brull arrived at the battleship and saw it was in ruins. Pipes jutted out of the wall and pumped steam into the room, lighting tubes hung down from the top of the corridor and dangled freely and wires would spark at random intervals as he walked passed them. He had his destination in mind, walking down the corridor Brull found the room he needed.
Rummaging through the crates of stock, left alone due to no one understanding the complexity of the tools. Placing a small homing beacon on the crate, Brull pushed a few buttons and called over to the vessel.
"Brull. Payment ready for collection."
"Understood. A pleasure doing business with you. After all, the." Communications were cut off abruptly as Brull slapped his communicator again, severing the line. Looking over his shoulder, the Cardassian made his way down the corridor to the bridge. As he passed a window, he looked out and saw the mine he had beamed over did the trick. There was an explosion on the bridge that blew the windows open, various debris from inside the ship was sucked out into the vacuum of space. The ship's computer took over and a large shutter came down, sealing the gaping wound but it was already too late.
Several smaller explosions rocked the vessel as it was destroyed. Dirty work but it was worth it for the restoration of Cardassia. He ran his hands through his small black haircut and licked along his bottom teeth. He stepped onto the bridge and saw that it was still in ruins. Tugging at a chair that had been laid upon the captain's chair, he dusted the chair down and sat down. Surveying the damage, he shook his head at how much damage the ship had suffered.
Bringing up the ship's computer, he jabbed at a few buttons and the ship whirred to life. It spoke in a foreign language, probably Jem'Hadar, he jabbed at a few more and it turned into Basic. Now that he understood the computer, Brull set about repairing the ship. He smiled at how quickly the ship was repairing itself, the large view screen illuminated and was hailed by another Jem'Hadar ship.
"Gul Brull?" It was his second in command, Molar, a hulking Klingon that had a feral looking beard with long dreadlocks that ran past his shoulder blades.
"Yes Molar. I assume every thing's going according to plan?"
"Indeed. Wayne wants a mission update immediately."
"Understood. Brull out."
Molar nodded curtly and pushed a button, leaving Brull to himself.
He took a breath and pushed a button, signaling the flagship of this motley crew of rebels... A resistance would probably be a more apt term. Marcus Wayne was a human in his mid-thirties, he was covered in scars and was suffering from a limp due to a slashed tendon. He had suffered at the hands of the cowardly Marquis and he was just the type of leader they needed, soon the Federation would be on its knees and it would all be thanks to Brull and Marcus Wayne.
Little did Brull know that someone who was capable of catching and stopping Wayne was a few clicks away.
The Captain sat at the main seat, a hand on her chin looking through the star screen. Her thoughts were running miles a minute about what could have been happening in the Alpha Quadrant. Drumming her fingers on the side, Amanda looked from one side to the other. She saw lots of worried faces looking at their consoles as they worked.
They had every right to be.
Starfleet had been attacked by an unknown enemy and it had torn a science ship to pieces. A small fat blob appeared at the bottom of the screen and an Ensign called out.
"Starbase 375 on screen."
"Magnify."
The small blob soon shot to fill the screen. The Starbase was a larger room with four smaller 'feet' that served as launching pads. It was home to Admiral Ross and was a dedicated Science station. It was close enough to the site that they may be able to analyse the damage. By a stroke of luck, Admiral Ross had contacted them and had been in contact with the Vulcan science ship. They had reports from the ship as it was destroyed.
With a bit of luck they could piece everything together and see just what was happening. The ship had gotten closer and closer to the Starbase and they dropped out of warp into impulse power. The ship arrived at the orbiting area, Amanda stood up and spoke out loud.
"Signal them Mister Turock." Thatcher said as she stood up and tugged her shirt down, straightening it out.
"Hailing frequencies open Sir." The Vulcan said, turning to face her.
"U.S.S. Starjumper to Starbase 375 requesting permission to dock."
"U.S.S. Starjumper, this is Starbase 375. Permission granted, you can dock at docking station 3. Safe travels."
Amanda looked to Turock and nodded her head. Turock nodded back at her and spun the Starjumper to the port side. Bringing it down to the docking station the Starjumper slid past the blue photonic wave, that separated space and the actual station.
Sliding into the station, Turock aligned with a docking tube and set up a slow orbit.
"Mister Turock, begin docking procedure." Thatcher said, looking at the Vulcan whose hands were hovering over his controls. He nodded and the ship shifted to the side ever so slightly.
