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Ok. This is my first attempt at a couple of things...

1. a TNG story
2. posting a story to the 'net.
3. cross-over stories

(This is actually a few months old, but I think the last one was not posted.
I've been having troubles posting, lately.)

In r.a.s.t, someone was talking about aliens (Alien & Aliens type)
vs. the Enterprise crew. To me, the crew of TNG would be far more
interesting in this vein. So, without further adieu join me in ...



                      STAR TREK MEETS ALIENS

[snappy, huh?]

                                or

                In Space No One Can Hear You Beam

[Oh, BTW... this is Copyright 1992 by Erik Johnson, thank you.]



     CAPTAIN'S LOG: STARDATE 4789.17
     The Enterprise, on its way to much deserved shore leave and
resupply at Starbase 117, has encountered the USS Pandor. She does
not reply to any hails or communications attempts, and I am
concerned. Although we have detected no distress calls, I have
decided to investigate, just in case.



     "We are entering the Pandor's sector now, Captain." Data
reported.
     Picard leaned against one arm of the command chair, his hand
on his chin thoughtfully.
     "Mr. Worf, any response to our hails?" He asked.
     "No, sir. She still does not answer." The Klingon growled
warily.
     "Mr. Data, what do you have on the Pandor?" Commander Riker
asked from his seat next to the captain.
     Data checked a sub-panel on his console quickly.
     "The Pandor is a scout; a charting vessel to be exact. She
was commissioned thirteen years ago at the shipyards near Andor.
Her crew compliment of fourteen is commanded by Alexa Thryann.
Thryann's Starfleet rank is Commander; she is Captain in command
only."
     Riker turned to Picard, non-plused.
     "Not much chance of Cardassian trouble in this area, but she
could've met an unknown force. I recommend yellow alert."
     Picard did not turn to him.
     "What's her status?" He asked.
     "From this range, it's hard to tell," Worf commented, "She is
running at warp 5, however."
     "Let's wait and see, Number One. Perhaps it's just a simple
case of a malfunctioning comm system."
     Riker straightened.
     "Aye, sir."

     "Pandor is within sensor range, Captain." Worf reported
thirty minutes later. "She has her shields up."
     Worf looked up, surprised.
     "They appear to be at Red Alert status."
     "Yellow alert." Riker announced.
     Picard nodded.
     "Mr. Data, any sign of other ships in the vicinity?"
     "No sir. There appears to be only one trail of charged
particles and it is from the Pandor."
     "Still no response." Worf shook his head.
     "Very well." Picard said loudly, standing and straightening
his uniform, "Close to 30,000 kilometers."
     "Aye sir." said Ensign Ro, at Navigation.
     "There is no sign of external damage or weapons fire." Worf
said.
     "Captain," Data said, turning in his chair. "I detect no life
signs aboard the Pandor."
     Picard and Riker exchanged concerned glances.
     "There does, however, appear to be large amounts of organic
materials in several areas. Possibly bodies." Data added.
     "Picard to Crusher."
     "Crusher here." Bev's voice issued from the intercom.
     "Assemble a medical team immediately."
     "Yes, sir."
     Picard stepped next to Data's station, his hand on the back
of Data's chair.
     "Data can you access the Pandor's computer? Get the logs or
drop the shields?"
     "Negative, Captain. All external computer access is locked
out. Sir... the destruct ordnance charges appear to be primed,
however self-destruct has not been activated."
     "What the hell happened over there?" Picard muttered to
himself.
     "Unknown." Data replied, oblivious to the rhetorical
question.
     "Sir," Worf snapped to attention. "the Pandor's shields are
relatively weak. I could drop them with controlled phaser fire
without damaging the ship."
     "It appears we have no choice." Picard said. "Make it so."
     Worf activated a sequence on his console.
     "Phasers firing..."
     A beam of energy gathered from the dorsal and ventral main
phaser array and leapt out to strike the shields of the Pandor.
Thirty six and a half seconds later, they stopped abruptly.
     "The Pandor's port shields are down." Worf reported,
satisfied.
     "Sir," Riker stood. "I'd like to lead an away team over
there."
     "Splendid idea, number one. Mr. Worf, Mr. Data, gather
Mr. LaForge and accompany Commander Riker."

     Riker, LaForge, Data, Crusher, Data, and medical assistant
Ensign Rachel Sterner assembled in transporter room 2, ten
minutes later.
     "What's the status?" Beverly asked Riker as they positioned
on the transporter pad.
     "All fifteen are believed to be dead. Causes unknown." Riker
replied stoically.
     "Just once I'd like to beam over to another ship without
everyone being dead." Crusher grumbled.
     Data raised an eyebrow as O'Brien activated the transporter.


Ok, ok. Maybe this is a lame spot to end it, but it seems
appropriate as it's getting late and if I go further, I'll be up
for hours. This is a nice place to end it... juicy stuff to come
next, I promise. Perhaps, you can consider this the teaser. Just
imagine the opening sequences and credits now until I post
part 2.....

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Subject: STORY: ST vs. ALIENS PART 2
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It's kind of funny. I didn't know anyone else was doing this as well
when I started writing it. I haven't finished reading the other one, but
wanted to post part 2 to get more into my plot line. (Intruiging)

                     Start Trek Meets Aliens
                              Part 2

                                By
                           Erik Johnson
                          Copyright 1992


     The away team materialized on the bridge of the Pandor, and
into a gruesome scene. Blood encrusted at least half of the
panels and controls, and the smell of death filled the air. One
body, a female human leaned up against an access panel in a
hunched, ball-like position. Another, a male, sprawled on his
back in front of the turbolift doors, which were pushed out and
torn. The man held a phaser in an out-streched hand, and half of
his face and neck was missing.
     Geordi had to choke back the urge to vomit, Worf
straightened, instantly tense, and Beverly gasped loudly.
     "My God!" Riker whispered.

     Crusher and the medical assistant went over to the sprawled
man and began to analyze the corpse. Data swept the area
with a tricorder.
     "Sir," Worf said, looking around, "most of the damage here
appears to be inflicted either with Starfleet phasers or by
physical force."
     "That is confirmed." Data reported, "There appears to be no
other type of energy weapons fire."
     Geordi had wandered past smashed station panels and hanging
access doors to examine the turbolift doors. He tilted his head
back and forth and reached a hand out to touch it lightly.
     "These doors show signs of extreme metal stress. Somebody
used something to pound through it, but there's no sign of a metal
implement being used. This..."
     He indicated a bubbly area along one of the ragged edges.
     "...looks like some type of acid damage."
     "Commander, this man looks like he was attacked by an animal
of some type." Crusher said, not looking up, "There are deep claw
wounds and the facial damage looks like a very nasty bite."
     Riker touched his communicator, "Riker to Enterprise."
     Picard's voice filled the room.
     "Go ahead, number one."
     "Be prepared to beam us out of here fast. A hostile organism
could be involved."
     "An organism?"
     "Dr. Crusher is examining the body of a crewman she says may
have been attacked by some type of animal."
     "I see." Picard said with concern, "Do you want additional
security forces beamed over to assist?"
     "Not now, sir. But keep them on stand-by."
     "All right, number one. Be careful."
     The channel closed.
     Data wandered around the bridge, scanning the area carefully.
     "I have determined that there are three bodies on the bridge,
sir."
     Riker looked around.
     "Where's the other?"
     "The third body is partial, and is distributed in small parts
around the bridge, sir."
     Geordi groaned and Riker put a hand over his mouth in a
wiping motion as he drew a long breath in.
     "These people were slaughtered." Worf growled, " They died in
combat, but they were killed without honor. Such mutilation is...
unnecessary."
     Data looked up sharply.
     "This woman is alive. Barely."
     Crusher pushed past him before he finished his sentence,
scanning her.
     "She has to go back to sick bay, now!" She exclaimed.
     "Transporter room, emergency transport Dr. Crusher and
patient to sick bay, immediately!"
     After only a few seconds, the doctor and the hunched woman
beamed away.
     "Geordi, can you get a turbolift up here? There may be others
that may be alive." Riker asked.
     "Sure, I'll have to call it manually, and we'll have to pry
the doors, but it should work." Geordi said.
     Geordi began to tap at one of the working consoles.
     "Data," Riker said, "get the ship's logs and any information
on what might have happened."
     Data nodded and turned for the science station.
     Riker turned to Worf.
     "Your threat assessment, Lieutenant?"
     Worf thought a moment, surveying the bridge.
     "These people were probably taken by surprise. They put up a
fight, but lost. Judging from the damage to the ship and crew, the
attackers are extremely hostile, capable, and cunning. They could
be still aboard the vessel, unless they transported off to another
ship before we got to the area, which is possible given how long
ago this damage appears to have happened. Despite what the doctor
says, animals would not be persistent or intelligent enough to
slaughter an entire crew like this, even if there were only
fifteen."
     Riker's communicators chirped.
     "Commander Riker," Picard's voice said, "The doctor has
informed me of a survivor. I am going to send over another medical
team with a security escort to search for others."
     "Advise them to be cautious; Mr. Worf thinks there could
still be intruders on the ship."
     "Acknowledged. Enterprise out."
     Riker walked to Data.
     "How come the sensors didn't pick up the woman?" Riker asked
Data.
     Data turned from the log displays.
     "Her life signs were very shallow, sir. I barely could read
them even with my tricorder." Data said.
     Riker nodded.
     A turbolift came to the bridge doors with a whoosh. The doors
hummed, unable to open being warped so badly out of shape.
     "Get those doors open, LaForge. I want to see the rest of the
ship."
     "Aye, sir." Geordi sighed, "But I have to say I'm not looking
forward to it."

                    *         *         *

     Lieutenant Crawford had been in Starfleet for years now,
three of which was aboard the USS Intrepid-B during the Cardassian
War. During that tour of duty, he saw atrocities that haunted his
dreams even now. He would awake, the beginning of a scream
building in his throat, choking it back before it could escape.
     That was nothing compared to this.
     The corridor to Engineering held four bodies; or parts of
some. An ensign, a young man who couldn't be more than twenty four
lay on his side, his abdomen a gaping wound. His pale, ashen face
and glassy eyes rolled back into his head burned into Crawford's
mind. A female security officer lay nearby, looking like someone
had dumped a corrosive all over her, which had also eaten through
the floor. The stench of burning flesh and metals filled the
corridor with a noxious smoke.
     The doctors and medical technicians were already examining the
bodies, as Crawford motioned for one of his men to check back down
the corridor.
     "Somans, check our rear. Laprade, take a look in
Engineering." He ordered.
     Merina LaPrade nodded, withdrawing her phaser, and advancing.
She's good, Crawford thought, but we may need more help here by
the look of things.
     He turned to Doctor Selar who was hovering over the young
man, scanning and shaking her head.
     "What have you got, Doc?" he asked.
     She scowled. Did Vulcans scowl? He wondered.
     "Massive internal injuries, no burn or weapons damage. It
almost looks like this wound happened internally."
     "What??" Crawford asked, surprised.
     In front of the door to Engineering, LaPrade stopped and
looked back at his exclamation.
     "I said the wound looks to have been delivered from the
inside." Selar repeated.
     "I know what you said, bu..."
     Crawford was cut short by the sound of automatic doors and a
quick, startled yell from LaPrade, followed by a scream.
     He spun, phaser in hand instantly... and froze.
     A tall, thin, dark spiny figure was trying to grapple Laprade
and drag her into Engineering, which was eerily dark. Laprade was
holding on to the door frame, her hand phaser laying nearby, and
trying to kick at the thing. The thing had hold of her waist, its
claws dug into the flesh and a long, dangerous-looking tail was
swinging up to slap her hands free.
     Snapping into action, Crawford bolted for her, raised up his
phaser and fired.
     The stun shot hit the creature in the side of its elongated
head. The creature shuddered and emitted a ear-splitting shriek,
but didn't let go. Diving into a crouch to one side of the
corridor, to get a shot clear of Merina, he set the phaser to a
higher setting, and fired.
     The shot struck the creature in the side, sending it flying
back with another of the terrible squealing shrieks. Merina
pitched forward, screaming in agony.
     She rolled to a stop just feet in front of Crawford, howling
loudly. She had some type of liquid splashed across her back which
was quickly eating through her uniform into the soft flesh. More
acrid smoke began to fill the area.
     He scrambled forward, calling "We are getting out of here
NOW! SOMANS!"
     Crawford tucked his phaser under his arm, grabbed one of
LaPrade's arms, making sure not to touch the liquid, and slapped
his communicator.
     "ENTERPRISE, GET US OUT OF HERE!" He shouted.
     The terrible shrieking echoed from Engineering, making his
skin crawl as he waited for the transporter to engage.
     Somans and Selar were shouting something and waving. He
couldn't hear them over the shrieking and LaPrade's howling,
though.
     Three things happened at once in the next moment, before he
lost consciousness. Somans began to draw his phaser, rasing it at
him. What was going on? Has he lost his mind? Crawford thought as
the transporter beam activated, in the familiar sensation.
     An almost imperceptible split second later, before he and
LaPrade had dematerialized enough to matter, a weight hit him in
the back. There was a flash of white and a blinding, white hot
instant of total pain, and then the world went black.



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Erik Johnson - [e-mail]
"Give the Constitution a break -- It's Christmas."
  --Max Schrek  BATMAN RETURNS