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From: William.Gracie@closer.brisnet.org.au (William Gracie)
Date: 24 Jan 95 00:31:56
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: STAR WARS: A NEW ENEMY (pt15)
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sent, so long as my name remians as author, and this tag remains here.
STAR WARS
A NEW ENEMY
(SECTION 2)(pt6)
"You think his appearance was a test?"
"I don't know, Guinan. But I'm glad I'm back here now. I... didn't escape,
I was rescued. But to repay my rescuer, I may have to sacrifice an important
planet in the Federation."
"What do you mean?" Guinan didn't like the way this was going. There was
only one real important planet in the Federation: Earth. It held the Council
chambers for the United Federation of Planets, and a strike there -and a
victory - would mean a massive psychological blow to the remainder of the
Federation.
"My rescuer - sirprisingly enough, the woman who captured me in the first
place - said it would be she who stopped the Admiral, not I, nor Starfleet. She
said she would betray the Admiral at the moment of his greatest triumph. I
can't help thinking that will be at Earth."
"If she can see the future, then you'll have nothing to worry about,Picard.
You do your bit, and I'm sure she'll do hers."
Picard turned haunted eyes on the bartender. "But will doing my part lead
to the deaths of thousands, perhaps millions?" He left Ten Forward and Guinan
was left wondering.
CHAPTER 4
*********
"Benjamin." Commander Benjamin Sisko didn't like the way Admiral Nechayev
called him by his first name. The last time he had spoken to her was just
after a 'dream', in which she had sold Bajor to the Dominion. "We here at
Starfleet Headquarters need your help. You know all about the recent Imperial
attacks...?"
Sisko nodded. "I keep on top of the reports. There's evidence that Bajor
will come under attack from them in the near future."
"We here on Earth agree with that thought, Commander, and we want to make a
stand there. Bajor is close enough to the Cardassian Union to hopefully pull
the Cardassians into our battles. We need help, Benjamin."
The Admiral calling him that made Sisko feel like flying to Earth, and
laying waste to her in the Defiant. "I know, Admiral. But why tell me that?"
"Because the Cardassians will not be enough. We need you to go through the
wormhole, Commander." Sisko knew what was coming. "We need you to ask... the
Dominion for assistance. It's their help we really need."
Even though he knew it was coming, Sisko nearly choked to hear it out aloud.
"Admiral, I know it would be good if we could bring the Dominion into the
Federation, but the Founders made it quite clear - to me, anyway -that they
wished to be left alone. I see no explanation to risk the fragile unspoken
truce we have with them at the moment."
"Benjamin -"
"Damn it, Admiral! Bajor is not yet part of the Federation. This is
Bajoran space we're in here. They'll welcome any help from Starfleet, but I
don't think they'll take Dominion help too lightly. It's not me you have to
order - I'm here under sufference just as much as the Federation was when the
Union pulled out."
Nechayev frowned. "Commander Sisko, are you going to disobey a direct
order?"
"No ma'am. I'm just saying that this is not Federation space. You cannot
make decisions here that could jeopardise the future of this territory."
"Well, then, we'll just have to take our plans to the Provisional
Government."
Sisko couldn't resist one last dig. "Don't expect them to jump for joy at
the prospect of letting the Jem'Hadar or the Founders anywhere their planet and
wormhole, Admiral."
"Nechayev out."
The viewscreen blanked. Sisko lay back in his chair, thinking. Nechayev
was almost certainly to get the Government's permission for this scheme. It
might pay to be ready. Another invasion, this one only two months after a
Cardassian and Borg one. How nice. They always told me bad things came in
threes, Sisko thought, I thought it was only exam results. I wonder what's
next?
Sighing, he tapped his comm badge. "Sisko to O'Brien."
"Yes, Commander?"
"Have the Defiant ready for launching. We may be going on a short trip to
the Gamma Quadrant."
"Aye, sir."
******
Du stood on the bridge of the Star Destroyer Nightfall, watching the skies
for fighters. A squadron of TIE Fighters flashed past, a squad of Federation
fighters close behind. Admiral Tyran stood next to her. Outside was the
planet Earth.
"Sir, we have found the structure named 'Spacedock'," Tactical reported.
"Fire at will, Captain," Tyran replied.
The Captain, Krol Stultz, relayed the order to Fire Control. Everything on
the bridge stopped to watch the bursts of green energy strike out into the
black void, to watch the large microphone-shaped space station be destroyed.
In the minutes before the station totally erupted into flame and wreckage,
shuttlecraft and starships exited through the massive forward doors.
"Bring the Lodestone around, we'll use that to destroy Federation
Headquarters on the planet."
Such an insignificant planet in galactic terms. Half way out from the
central hub of this galaxy, and everyone fights to protect it. A black ship
just missed the Lodestone while it was moving into position. Smoke poured
forth from one of its warp nacelles.
"Lodestone is in position," someone from the pit reported.
"Fire."
Turbolaser fire rained down on the planet Earth, in the region known locally
as France. The capital city, Paris, was obliterated. And Du smiled.
******
Du sat up in bed, sweating and shivering. The dream had been so real, so
real... She'd been having it since she 'rescued' Picard, so that was likely
where it started. If she could only find out... without Tyran finding out.
Pulling on her rec uniform, she hurried to the Flight Training Centre. The
old man sat there, calmly, serenely. He wasn't noticed by anyone but Du, who
ran up to him.
"Master, I must speak to you."
"Then speak," he said simply.
"I... have been having a... dream lately. Ever since Picard escaped. I
think it may have something to do with that."
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From: William.Gracie@closer.brisnet.org.au (William Gracie)
Date: 24 Jan 95 00:32:26
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: STAR WARS: A NEW ENEMY (pt16)
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STAR WARS
A NEW ENEMY
(SECTION 2)(pt7)
The old man opened an eye. "Do you remember this dream?"
"Yes."
"Then open your mind..." Du felt the old man's presence in her mind,
looking into the dream. She saw it all again, the destruction of Spacedock,the
decimation of France. But now, she noticed little details: she was wearing the
uniform of a Lieutenant; the black ship was of neither Federation nor any of
its allies type.
She came out of the induced trance suddenly. The old man lowered his head.
"It is the future you see."
"As it will be, or as it may be?"
"Tavela, nothing is ever wriiten in stone. What has been written in the
future is still to come, and may not come to pass. On the other hand, it may.
If you were offered a promotion, would you take it?"
"If it meant I got close to Tyran, yes."
The old man smiled. "You could kill him in bed quite easily. Why do you
not take that option?"
"Because then I'd be controlled by fear, and that leads to the Dark Side. I
believe I will betray him at the moment of his greatest triumph. But to kill
him when he is asleep... that would be risky. I don't think I'd have the will
power to turn from the Dark Path."
"I see you have another reason."
It was Du's turn to smile. "Very perceptive, Master. Yes, I do. If I kill
him in bed, then someone equally as capable would take over. This way,if it's
in combat, I can make enough confusion in our ranks to give the Federation a
fighting chance."
"So... you may still sacrifice your soul to the Dark Side. Be very careful,
Tavela. I have groomed you, taught you, and now it is time you stand on your
own two feet."
Taken aback, Du asked, "Are you leaving, Master?"
"In a word, yes." The old man stood up, and pulled a staff out of somewhere
Tavela never even knew existed. He cracked it down on the floor,and faded
away.
******
"I don't think anyone's here, Commander." Major Kira Nerys stood at
Tactical in the starship Defiant. "Sensors show nothing within range, except
an asteroid."
"Scan the asteroid closer, Major."
"Aye, sir." Kira sounded bored.
She probably was, Sisko thought to himself. The Defiant had been in
Dominion space for a day, broadcasting tentative hello signals all that time.
Nothing had been sighted, and with the possibility of an attack on Bajor
looming closer and closer, Sisko didn't want to take the strongest ship that
would be in the fight - strongest of the Federation's ships, that is - too far
from the mouth of the wormhole.
"Commander, I've found something," Kira muttered, leaning closer to the
console. "It's very small - I'm putting it up on the main screen."
No use telling Kira off, Sisko thought sourly, She'd throw it right back in
my face. "Okay, Major."
The asteroid filled the screen, a pock-marked chunk of blackened rock. It
hung eerily in the silent vacuum, highlighted by a red circle on the screen.
"There it is, Commander. It seems to be a cloaked ship."
Sisko jumped. "Romulan? Klingon?"
"Neither, Commander. It's too small for a Warbird. And all Klingon
vessels that have gone through the wormhole came back."
"Dax, can you get us nearer to that thing?"
"Of course." The Trill's hands flew lightly over the conn board, tapping in
a heading. "We'll be within sight range in about thirty seconds, Benjamin."
At least Dax could be civil.
Sisko's comm badge bleeped. "Bashir to Sisko." Sisko tapped his badge.
"I'm here, Doctor. What's the latest on the Sickbay? Have you and O'Brien
got that pressurized yet? We'll need it when we get back to Bajor."
"That's what I was calling about. Seems we had an oxygen leak the sensors
didn't pick up. We have no more spare oxygen to fill up Sickbay with."
"Hmmm. Nothing we can do about it now, then. Could you send Odo up to the
bridge?"
"Okay, Commander."
Damn! What else could go wrong?
"Commander, that ship's decloaking." Kira eyes opened wide. "Commander!
It's a Jem'Hadar ship! Oh," she couldn't believe her eyes. "It's hailing us."
"On screen, Major."
The face of a Founder filled the main screen. It's face seemed unfinished,
the nose melding into the forehead, the cheeks having a blank look about them.
"Greetings again, Commander Sisko," she said.
"Greetings." Sisko left his sentence open. He didn't know by what title to
call a Founder.
"I trust this is important, Commander. We thought we had seen the last of
you and your kind."
"It is important. We have... problems in our Quadrant. We need your help."
The Founder smiled. "And what problems would they be, Commander, that the
resourcefulness of the Federation can't stop? After all, you stopped one of
our vessels. And you stopped us from conquering the Federation... Oh, but that
last was a dream, wasn't it?"
Sisko got angry. "Damn it! Our allies have deserted us. We have been
pitted against an enemy worse than you or your Jem'Hadar put together. They
are taking over the Federation, bit by bit, and we need your help. If we have
to grovel, then I am grovelling now!"
"What happened to your allies?"
Fuming, the Commander from Starfleet replied. "The Klingons withdrew all
support, as we did during the Klingon Civil War. Our policy of
non-intervention is our greatest asset - and our greatest weakness."
The Founder leaned forward into the screen. "And what is this enemy of
yours called, Sisko?"
Sisko regained his cool, hating himself for losing it. "They are called
Imperials. They have taken over one-hundredth of the Federation. We have very
little defense against their warships, called Star Destroyers, mainly because
we can't raise that kind of starship numbers in such a short time."
On the screen, the Founder stiffened. Behind Sisko, the turbolift doors
opened, and Odo walked in. He resembled the Founder in a lot of ways
externally, but he was different internally. He noticed the Founder's
reaction. "What did you say that got our friend uptight, Commander?"
"I just said -"
"Imperials! They're back! Stay here, Commander, I shall return."
The screen changed back to the asteroid picture.
"They're moving, Commander." Kira's words barely impacted on Sisko.
"They've met the Imperials before?" he said aloud.
Dax answered him. "Yes, Benjamin. Obviously. They've also got a working
cloaking device."
"Is there anyone outside the Federation that hasn't?" Kira threw at Dax.
"Well... to be blunt, yes. The Lysians, the Satarrans, the Cardassians,the
Gorn, the Tholians, the -" Showing centuries of practiced, Dax ducked a flying
padd.
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From: William.Gracie@closer.brisnet.org.au (William Gracie)
Date: 24 Jan 95 00:32:58
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: STAR WARS: A NEW ENEMY (pt17)
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STAR WARS
A NEW ENEMY
(SECTION 2)(pt8)
CHAPTER 5
*********
CAPTAIN'S LOG, Stardate 48231.
We have had trouble with a warp core replacement. It is an upgraded type to
the one the Enterprise received at T'Ruffen, and is still in desparate need to
being broken in. Lieutenant Commander Geordi LaForge assures me it will be in
shape by the time we reach Bajor.
The Federation Council has decreed that Starfleet will stop the Imperial
advance at that planet, regardless of the man- and ship-power involved. This
seems to be a psychological strike rather than a physical strike, more for us
than to strike fear into the enemy.
Counsellor Troi believes the recent high-spirits aboard this ship are due to
nervousness more than anything else. Nervousness or not, this ship's crew must
be ready to hold together with the other ships.
******
"Arrival at Bajor in twenty-one minutes, thirteen seconds, Captain."
"Thank you, Mister Data." Picard's arms ran along the arms of his chair. The
leather felt... surprisingly nice and comforting after his recent ordeal.
Again he glanced at the padd in his lap. The Imperials had been doing some
work. The battle at Bajor would start in less than ten minutes,according to
sensor readings from some planet ten light years away.
Again, Picard went over battle strategy in his mind. First, the Enterprise
would exit warp speed at a distance of half a light minute, and wait for sensor
readings from the Imperials to find them. Then, after a few seconds, they
would again enter warp speed, exit close to the Imperials,and fire everything
they had the closest Star Destroyer. Picard hoped deep down that it would be
the Deathwing.
The Enterprise had been outfitted with graviton torpedoes, in addition to
its cargo of 'normal' photon torpedoes. It had been hoped that they might do
something to the Imperial battlecruisers.
Time passed quickly, and Picard couldn't believe that arrival at Bajor was
only about a minute.
"All stations are standing by, Captain," Riker passed on the information
after looking at his own padd. Picard placed his aside.
"Let them see us, Mister Data."
"Aye, sir."
The starlines on the main screen gave way to a brilliant starfield.
"Not many places like Bajor for a view like this, is there, Captain?"
"Not many, Number One. Too bad a place like this is going to see a lot of
combat." Data informed Picard that Imperial sensor sweeps had found them,and a
smaller Star Destroyer-type vessel was moving to intercept.
"I hope Commander Sisko's done his work."
"Agreed, Number One. Mister Data, warp five, current heading. Engage."
The starfield flickered for a moment, then settled into a different view.
Right in front of the Enterprise lay an Imperial Victory-class Star
Destroyer. To Picard's satisfaction, it was the Deathwing.
"Fire, Mister Worf!"
Photon and graviton torpedoes flared on the Star Destroyer's shields. Phaser
energy crackled across the explosions from the torpedoes, sinking into the
Destroyer's shielding.
"Enemy shields are down, Captain."
"Fire again, Mister Worf."
"Aye, sir."
"Captain, I have run a scan for other starships. There appear to be only
nine. Wreckage in the area of those nine suggest at least four ships have been
destroyed." Data turned to Picard. "There is no sign of the Defiant."
"Then we assume Commander Sisko and all hands aboard the Defiant have been
destroyed. We don't have the time for this, Data."
Data turned back to Ops. "It may mean we have no help from the Dominion."
"Agreed." On the screen, the Star Destroyer turned to bring its starboard
deflector shields against the Enetrprise's weapons fire. "Take us back to warp
five, Mister Data, heading -"
Picard was cut off as the ship lurched to one side.
Worf answered unasked questions from the bridge crew. "Captain! We have
been caught - in a tractor beam of some kind. By the cruiser that was sent
after us before we warped in."
"Captain, we cannot go to warp while in this tractor beam."
"Can you get us out, Data?" Riker asked.
"I believe I can. By modifying our own tractor beam, I might be able to
repel the Enterprise from the tractor beam."
"Make it so, Mister Data. Mister Worf, fire photon torpedoes at the new
vessel."
A new barrage of torpedoes fired at the crippled Star Destroyer. Its
starboard shields cracked under a pyrotechnic display not seen too often in
Federation territory - or in Bajoran. The Star Destroyer, now
unshielded,launched multitudes of TIE Fighters, Bombers, Assault Gunboats, TIE
Interceptors, and shuttles. The fighters split up, and headed for either the
Enterprise or another Star Destroyer in the distance.
"I have modified the tractor beam, Captain. We can use it when ready."
"Do it, Data!" Riker exclaimed.
Data fingers tapped a button on his console. "Tractor beam is operational.
We are being pushed away. Warp speed in thirty seconds."
Something crashed against the Enterprise's shields.
"We have sustained damage to the rear shields. Minimal damage caused by a
fighter crashing."
"Get rid of those fighters, Mister Worf."
"Aye, sir."
Phaser energy streaked out at the TIE Fighters, missing the squadron of TIE
Bombers they were running cover for. Proton torpedoes streaked away, followed
by an assortment of concussion missiles. The rear shields on the Enterprise
struggled under the strain. Energy was rerouted from secondary power sources,
and bolstered the flagging shields, but not for long. Damage taken to rear
shield generators was too great, and a TIE Interceptor zipped inside the
cramped space between shields and starship.
"This Alpha 1," Du reported. "I'm in. I'm going for a cripple shot."
She fired, hitting the primary impulse engine. Swinging around, she
targeted the port warp nacelle.
"We have sustained damage to the port warp nacelle." Worf's statement threw
all Picard's strategies out the porthole. They relied on having warp power to
make repeated Picard Manoeuvres, striking the enemy down one by one.
The Enterpirse moved out of the cruiser's tractor beam range, and headed for
the nine other Starfleet ships. They joined in on a collective shield,which
covered up the gaping hole in the rear of the Enterprise's shields.
Ten starships waited for the enemy to make their move.
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From: William.Gracie@closer.brisnet.org.au (William Gracie)
Date: 24 Jan 95 00:33:32
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: STAR WARS: A NEW ENEMY (pt18)
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STAR WARS
A NEW ENEMY
(SECTION 2)(pt9)
The lead Star Destroyer, Deathwing, exploded. Amen to that, Picard thought.
Worf broke his thoughts.
"Sir! We are being hailed by the Star Destroyer Nightfall."
"On screen, Mister Worf."
The starfield fuzzed in static, resolving into the now well-known features
of Admiral Jan Tyran. "Did you really think you could kill me that easily?"
Picard stood. "We hoped."
Tyran continued as if he hadn't been interupted. "As you can see, we've
already destroyed four of your starships. Don't make it embarrassing for
yourselves, and lose the rest." His face hardened. "Surrender or die."
The channel closed.
"Commander, we have a neutrino burst of the starboard bow."
The wormhole flowered into existence, bring with it the Defiant.
And a dozen Jem'Hadar warships.
NEEDLESS TO SAY,
TO BE
CONTINUED!!!!!!!
COMING SOON: Admiral Tyran makes a major move on the Federation! The
Dominion and Starfleet team up for the first - and only - time ever! Du gets
promoted to Lieutenant! And to top it all off, a battle over Earth! Is Du's
dream correct? Or is it? Or isn't it?
FIND OUT IN SECTION 3 OF STAR WARS: A NEW ENEMY.
Please note that I have no idea when this one'll see the light!
I'll be going to Uni very soon, and I don't think I'll be able to sit
in front of my brother's computer for twelve hours a day playing games
in between writing parts of this. Hope to have it done soon, though.
should be good. I hope.
Can you all tell me what you think of this story, please? It seems
the first section of ANE was well-received, I want to know if this one'll
be the same.