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The present novel is merely Fan Fiction. No commercial interest is pursued. © Aliki, 2019 The story of this book is based on science fiction concepts created by Gene Roddenberry, Rick Berman, Michael Piller, Jery Tailor, Bryan Fuller, Brannon Braga, Nick Sagan, Ken Biller, Michael Okuda, Rick Sternberg, and many others. Copyright for all humanoid […]

This part of Q de Gras is nothing more than the introduction, the table of contents (sans page numbers) and some interesting notes.

In Chapter 12, Q (and in John de Lancie’s character) learns that he’s not so tough, after all. U learns to be contentment, and Bo and U express their farewells.

In Chapter 11 we finally meet the Caliphlox on their own homeworld. U is transformed into an ambassador for the Caliphlox and helps Bo to finalize his subroutine for the Universal Translator.

In Chapter 10, we see the culmination of the effects on young Jeremy McKee of the “Vibronics Technique” or “Vibroniques,” as it has become known.

In Chapter 9, Jeremy has his “Vibrations Technique” procedure, or “Vibroniques” in Sick Bay the morning after his big performance.

In chapter 8, Jer, beginning to show signs of his illness but still strong, crosses a big item off his bucket list: He gives a magical performance in Ten-Forward. The show is broadcast all over the ship. In addition to Jer’s magic, Bo and members of the Enterprise crew perform several musical numbers culminating with a parody tribute from the crew for U.

Picard has felt uneasy, so he and Riker talk about it. Meanwhile, U, Geordi, the Chief and others work on trying to communicate with the sentient species infecting Jeremy’s body. They are finally successful with U’s help, so Picard, his staff together with Dr. Pulaski, U, Geordi and his staff meet in the Lounge to discuss the how’s and when’s of implementing the procedure which they call the “Vibrations Technique” or “Vibroniques,” for short.

After discussions with Riker then Picard, U begins planning a show in Ten-Forward for Jer to demonstrate his prestidigital prowess. He also begins working with Geordi and Chief O’Brien in Engineering to help find a way to communicate with Jer’s protozoan infection in hopes of persuading them to depart Jer’s body and inhabit another animal from their home planet that Picard had held in stasis.

Q de Gras In Ten-Forward, Jer and U share some important things with each other. U shares some details about what he was that ultimately caused him to be incarcerated. Jer discussed his illness and that, while he does want to be cured, his deepest desire is to be with his parents again; both of them were among the 12 killed on the Enterprise’s previous mission. After their discussion, U and Jer begin to assemble Jer’s bucket list, and Guinan, having watched U and Jer interacting, learns that U may not be so bad after all.

Q de Gras is comprised of 12 chapters, but the chapters are divided into 4 groups of chapters, called “acts.” Act 1, chapters 1-4, was called “Q d’État.” Act II, comprised of chapters 5-8, is called “U Phemisms.”

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When in doubt, blame Q! [Star Trek/Starcraft cross]

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The Q muck about with things in the past to try and change things for a more beneficial outcome in the future. The Q we all know and love hate thinks they're idiots, and that he needs to throw an even bigger wrench into things than the others. All in all, an average Tuesday for the Q. Unfortunately, reaching for a universe with people who are on the same level of crazy as Star Fleet probably wasn't the best idea Q ever had. Last edited: Dec 2, 2021

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• Oct 16, 2021

The Q Continuum Unknown Date Unknown Time If there was one thing Q hated above all else, it was being ignored. Certainly his fellow Q might have had good reason to do this given his prior indiscretions, but those were all in the past, or so they claimed. It really was hypocritical for them to still be mad at him for his introducing the Federation to the Borg far earlier than intended after everything. This was partially because it didn't work as intended, even if it had given the Federation a bit of a kick in the right direction, but also because of the insane scheme the others were trying to enact right now. That and it was also a completely derivative move based on his own failed stunt with the Borg. They couldn't even be original in their hypocrisy. 'Of all the things they could try,' his thoughts were angry, even as he paced the ways of the Continuum, 'they're messing with that stupid, stupid probe! Now granted at the time we thought adding our own little bits and pieces to it like everyone else was a good idea,' he shrugged. At the time it really had seemed like a generally fine idea. An endearing little probe finding its way across the galaxy for an unknown species, and everyone added onto it bit by bit, their own little mark to say "We were here and we helped this one on their way." 'How were we supposed to know it was going to backfire like that?' he groused. 'Atemporal nature aside, trying to monitor every single potential timeline is tiring work, and it's still not really possible to predict every outcome, no matter how accurate one's calculations. Doesn't change the fact they're messing with that probe again!' He flicked his wrist, bringing into view other times, other places, other beings. 'That it ascended only because Kirk intervened at the right time doesn't really matter. Especially with what the others are doing. They don't see that it will just make the situation so much worse in the long term. Getting the Federation to toughen up without turning them into a dystopic authoritarian state only works if they survive the things meant to get them there.' He sifted through different timelines, even different universes entirely, trying to find something to help balance the scales. Enough of a challenge to certain preconceptions, enough of a spanner in the works to get the Federation ready for what was to come, but not something that destroyed the better parts of the Federation, not something that drove them into a dark age. 'Damn it all, I think something of Picard is rubbing off on me,' he thought ruefully, but there was an ever so slight smile on his face. He continued searching, there had to be something he could before the actions of his fellow Q brought things to ruin. --- LV-3298, Xel'Naga excavation site February 22, 2528, Koprulu Terran Calendar 1128 No matter how many times she looked out on the exterior, or studied the intricacies of the interior, Doctor Alison Altham was consistently amazed by the Xel'Naga and their architecture, and of course their technology. 'Okay, so one of them did go batshit and try to destroy the universe' she thought with a grimace, 'but they obviously weren't all bad.' She heard heavy footsteps behind her, and turned with a smile. "Morning, Omuryn. You're up early." The big Protoss looked at her a bit grumpily. Usually the Protoss were all about discipline and work ethic. Omuryn was a slight exception, most often because he took it in a slightly different direction. That being that his work ethic was so extreme that, even accounting for the fact Protoss slept less than human on average, he still had a tendency to wake late in the morning, if he did at all. There had been a few times throughout the expedition that he'd just slept an entire day and then some. She didn't really mind given all the work he'd in helping to translate the runes and information found in the temple thus far, but that wasn't going stop her from ribbing him about it. "Yes…good morning to you to, Doctor Al-tham…" he groused, his eyes still squinting against the morning light. She just chuckled and turned back to the temple. "The SCVs finally cleared the blockage in the inner sanctum earlier this morning. You ready to delve into it?" Her exuberance was palpable, which to Omuryn right now was a mite more testing than what he believed to be her affectionate ribbing. Terrans were weird. "Yes, yes," he waved his hand a bit dismissively, not that this nor his laconic tone deterred her. "I am brimming with excitement. I'm certain it will be another amazing find in a musty old tomb filled with stagnant air and maybe shattered pieces of technology whose function we can only guess." She rolled her eyes at this. For a Protoss, Omuryn was far from what one would call reverent. He had a knack for archaeological finds, but he looked at everything through a cynical and analytical eye. Maybe it was hard to blame him, given what had happened to the Protoss specifically during the End War, but it did make working with him, simply put, a pain in the ass at times. "Aren't the Xel'Naga your gods?" Altham already knew the answer, at least at low level. "I thought you Protoss were all about proper reverence and all that." Omuryn shook his head, annoyed at the Terran's oversimplification. "You would be hard-pressed to find anyone who worships the Xel'Naga as we once did, following the End War at least. We know they are all dead, the last of them, Amon, by the hands of the sector's inhabitants. There's a sort of reverence still, but it is not one shared by all Protoss, myself included. I do not deny the power or accomplishments of their species, and they certainly wielded god-like powers. But to call them truly gods, I…I do not believe I can, not anymore." She looked at him for a hard moment, before simply nodding and turning away. "Well come on then, no need to be so damn dour," her earlier pep was back just like that, annoyingly enough. "Maybe we'll find something that'll make all this time and effort worth it!" --- The inner sanctum was not what they expected. Or perhaps it would be exact to say they weren't sure what to expect. Altham and her team had all manner of theories based on findings elsewhere, but they were just that, theories. These ranged from damaged machinery, a shrine, a star chart, and many other things. These did not include a seemingly fully intact Xel'Naga device thrumming with energy. "Huh…well would you look at that!" Altham's excitement was palpable and shared by many of the team, Terran and Protoss both. Whatever the machine was, it was very clearly active and waiting. Waiting for what no one was really sure. Of course, this meant that to Altham, the logical thing to do was to walk right up for what passed for a Xel'Naga control panel and wait for its holographic haptic interface, if it could be really called that, boot. Omuryn rapidly rushed to her side in about two steps. "What are you doing!?" he demanded, whatever bleariness afflicting him earlier now gone. "For all we know this could be a weapon! We need to proceed carefully." Altham sighed, knowing he was right but not fully wanting to admit it, sometimes the safety precautions took the fun out of this job. "Well, we need to confirm what it is! And since no ancient Xel'Naga defenses have tried to fry us yet, I'd say that's a good sign! Plus, their tech is fairly intuitive. We just need to-" A blinking icon on the interface caught her attention, and both she and Omuryn leaned in closely for a better look. "Weird. I think this is something about…the translation is a bit off, but something regarding time and temporal dynamics?" "I think the system is requesting permission to begin some manner of scan. Should we initiate it? There are no other reports of facilities involving temporal technology. Even what little such technology my own people possess would be primitive compared to the Xel'Naga. I don't think we should interact with this system. It may simply be too dangerous," the trepidation in his voice was slight, but to someone used to dealing with Protoss it was certainly there. Altham shrugged. "Or this could be like a computer that's been offline for a while needing to reset and update its clock and date. If this is the first of this sort of tech, we won't know anything until we poke it. Even the translation I've getting from the system and runes around the room are incomplete and weird. Something about a gateway to new places. Could be a FTL system maybe?" Despite her professionalism, Altham raised her finger and brought it to the blinking icon. The moment she pressed it, she had no way of knowing, but in another place, a being she would have perhaps readily in some ways compared to Amon smiled, and raised his hand, fingers primed to snap. --- The Q Continuum Unknown Date Unknown Time For a brief moment, Q was confused. The snap should have enacted a temporal and spatial transition and deposited the sector, or at least a copy of it and its inhabitants, into the Alpha Quadrant, preferably somewhere between the Federation, Klingons and Cardassians. Instead, there was just the usual sound of his fingers hitting his palm, and then nothing happened. This confusion didn't last long as he soon felt two things. First, there was another presence incredibly close by, one at least on par with the Q and quite possibly above them. If it was something that could just sneak its way into the Continuum, completely undetected until now at that, then he wasn't going to discount the possibility of it being something beyond even him and his cohorts. Second, in about the same time it took him to process those thoughts, he felt a hand on his shoulder. With a sigh, he turned his head. Standing there behind him was a human female with red hair, armor typical of one of the psionic operatives of the universe he'd been observing, and she was wearing what was perhaps the single most vexing smirk he'd ever seen. It was somehow at once both condescending and understanding, like a parent trying not to laugh at the antics of a child. He looked at her with a small degree of annoyance. That smirk only grew. "What's the magic word?" she said teasingly, and clearly enjoying the moment of torture she was inflicting upon him. His frown deepened. "Come on, say it," her smirk grew into a grin. He rolled his eyes and huffed. "Fine! Please!" his tone melodramatic and overblown and beyond frustrated, like a child asking for cookies before dinner. That grin became a coy smile. "Good! Proceed with the snapping." He raised his hand again, fingers primed, and this time the sound of the snap rung throughout the entire Continuum. --- LV-3298, Xel'Naga excavation site February 22, 2528, Koprulu Terran Calendar 1239 The temple's inner sanctum was suddenly engulfed in a bright, blinding flash of white light, the flash spreading outward, leaving all in and outside the temple dazed and off balance. Despite this, Altham and her team were quick to recover, and much to her dismay the device no longer thrummed with power, it seemed to be totally inert. "Ah damn it! What the hell happened?!" Omuryn shook his head, still trying to clear his eyes and letting out low psionic grumblings. "Well, congratulations, doctor," he couldn't have been more sardonic if he'd tried. "You appear to have broken whatever this device was, and thankfully it would appear no one was killed. Let us hope that is all you did." --- Korhal, Imperial Palace February 24, 2528, Koprulu Terran Calendar 1331 Valerian paced about his office. The Dominion Emperor was deep in thought and hounded by worry. There were already rumors circulating about Xel'Naga super technology gone mad, and he had no hard information with which to work. Two days prior there had been a mass activation of Xel'Naga artifacts across the entire sector. In most of the activation sites were reported massive, bright flashes of blinding light, but beyond that there had been no evident ill effects. This was not true for human potent psions, older Protoss, or especially the Zerg who had all been severely incapacitated, but otherwise what few reports he had pointed to an eventual recovery. What little he'd heard though had the Overqueen herself briefly incapacitated, and the Zerg diplomat said that the only thing she'd heard through the hivemind connection had been mutterings about smugness and mistakes. It was information that was both less than useless and only made his worry worse. He was dragged from his thoughts by the sound of his office door opening. Turning, he saw one of his aides hurriedly entering the room, carrying a datapad and a terrified look. "What do you have for me?" his tone was commanding, but not unkind. Valerian knew that right now he had to be a model of calm, stability, even if he himself was terrified. The man gingerly handed over the pad. "Long story short, sir," he started, voice trembling, "the full report is there, b-but frontier colonies and posts are picking up all sorts of chatter, sir. Lots of chatter, all of it from outside the sector. We're not alone in this. The Umojans are reporting the same thing, so are the Daelaam, and what little we've gotten out of them so are the Zerg. We don't know where it's all coming from sir, but it's all around the sector. We're not alone out here, not anymore, and we've got no idea who it is." Valerian paused to process this information, he'd read the full report soon enough, but already his mind was conjuring up shades of the UED's invasion when he'd been just a child. "Bring our forces to an elevated alert level; I want the fleets on standby to move out. Get me in touch with Umojan Minister and Artanis! If Zagara is still incapacitated we'll proceed without her for now," he didn't want to assume the worst, but Koprulu had well since learned that just because someone was a new arrival didn't mean they weren't a threat, and he'd be damned if he'd let everything they'd built since his ascension to the throne, since the defeat of Amon, the peace that had been so hard fought and forged in blood and tears by all sides be torn down by some new invaders. It was paranoid perhaps, but he didn't want to take chances. He didn't want to appear overtly hostile, but nor did he want to appear that the Koprulu powers were operating from a position of weakness. He'd meet whoever or whatever came, preferably cordially, but if it came to violence the inhabitants of the sector were well versed in the art, and they would defend what was theirs. 'An open hand, armored but extended in friendship,' he thought to himself. 'We'll see what happens then.' --- AN: So...hi, SB Creative writing, folks! Long time lurker on these forums, and this is my first time ever posting anything here. I think I've lurked these forums on and off since I was like...14 or so. Damn, I still remember when the site went down because of that stupid bird and when I first found Ignus Dei's old Deus Ex/Mass Effect crossover. Some of you may recognize me from the single quest I'm active in over in the quest section of the site, but beyond that I've mostly not really stuck my head out in CrW outside of an odd comment here and there. So, first and foremost I apologize profusely for any issues with formatting. I forgot that SB's setup is a complete pain to work with in terms of making a readable format, and I forgot what exactly that meant for each line of dialogue. Even if they're proper paragraphs in a Word document, that sure doesn't necessarily translate the best to SB proper at times, but I'm tying to work around it. Any questions or critiques are very much welcome. In a lot of ways this is still a rough draft, but I've decided I was at the point where I had to post what I had or I'd never post period. So if anyone sees any errors or maybe something that needs tweaking, I'd appreciate being told. I hope you enjoy this prologue and the following first chapter proper. I'm already working on the second chapter, but I can't promise the most consistent of update schedules. I've been trying to get back into writing, be it fics or "original" works for awhile now, and for whatever reason this idea kept bugging me and my muse decided to come back for this idea in particular, no idea why. I'm also starting a full time position next week, so of course that takes priority, but I'll try get updates out when I can. Also, before anyone asks, no this is not going to be a stomp fic or anything like that. First and foremost, those are boring as all hell. Second, I am a life long Trekkie and I wouldn't do that to one of the foundational settings that I grew up with, and even though Blizzard has gone to piss, I've got a genuine soft spot for their sci-fi RTS setting and its frankly enrapturing world building and characters (even though I suck at the game proper). So I assure you, if there's any stomping, it's going to serve an actual purpose and have actual impact. It's not just being to "X good, Y bad hahaha." Also special thanks Follower38 and Myuu for being beta readers for this and the next chapter and for dealing with my inane ramblings.  

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Enterprise-D, Bridge Stardate 44097.2 1034 Shipboard time As captain of the Enterprise-D, priority missions from Starfleet were nothing new to Picard or his crew. The circumstances surrounding this one however were distinctly different, and it was bothering him to no end. Odd transmissions, detection of unknown phenomena, both of those and more were known things to anyone that traveled through space, especially Starfleet personnel. What made this particularly odd and worrying were two primary factors. One, the sheer amount of communications coming out of what was formerly a large and mostly uninhabited sector of space between no less than three galactic powers was cause for concern at any political level. The second factor, the one that was bothering Picard the most was that according to reports from Federation posts that had witnessed the event that led to this change, it was preceded by an energy discharge similar to Q pulling one his tricks, albeit on a far larger scale than anything witnessed before from the mercurial being. The Enterprise was making good time by Data's estimates, and would be on the nebulous border to this altered region of space shortly, but Picard had to wonder what they were going to find. Even for Q, to just alter an entire region of the galaxy seemed rash. The beeping tone of a sensor alert caught his attention. 'Well, I suppose we had to come across something eventually,' he thought with a sigh. "Commander Data, report." "Sensors are picking up what seems to be a debris field, captain," the android commander carefully examined the data feed coming from the ship's sensors, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Correction, this seems to be a large debris field. Most of the ships the sensors are detecting have suffered extreme and catastrophic damage. This makes it difficult to get an exact reading and determine how many ships comprise the field, captain. However, given the pattern of repeated parts and general patterns of ship construction techniques for most known civilizations, it is likely that the field is comprised of upwards of at least two dozen vessels at current estimates." "Two dozen?" William Riker's response was incredulous and mirrored what everyone else on the bridge was thinking. "What happened out here?" Picard tapped his chin thoughtfully. "That's a good question, Number One. Commander, bring us out of warp. I want a scan of that debris field. And get Commander La Forge up here. Whatever insight he may be able to offer would be most appreciated." --- Floating a good several hundred kilometers away from the wrecked hulks of the unknown vessels, even at this distance their scale was impressive. Even if they weren't wrecked, Riker thought they had to have been harsh looking things. They were had an odd hammerhead-like design to them, and what scans they'd taken thus far matched nothing in any records the Enterprise possessed. This did little to help Riker's mood, especially given recent events. "And I thought they couldn't get any bigger…" he muttered. This drew an odd look from Picard. "Something on your mind, Will?" Picard had softened in some ways since he first became the captain of the Enterprise, and their recent fight with the Borg, and the trauma associated with it, almost certainly played a role in his more recent lack of formality at times. "No sir," he paused. "Well…yes, I suppose so. I'm just thinking, the Borg cube was already larger than any vessel recorded. It was three cubic kilometers across and it almost brought the Federation to its knees," he paused again, seeing the discomfort in his captain's features. "I'm just a bit concerned, sir. Those hulks out there are massive." "Eleven kilometers in length by mine and the computer's estimates based on the wreckage we're seeing," La Forge added without any prompting, earning him an annoyed look from Riker, but there was no anger in it. "Sorry, Commander," he said with a well-meaning grimace. "I had to be sure so I ran the numbers myself. Whoever built those ships, they build big, bigger than the Borg in some respects. I don't know whether I should be impressed, or worried, or both. Unfortunately, whatever happened here was a long time ago, about three decades if I had to guess. These wrecks are old. If I wanted to make a more detailed analysis, I'd have to take a team to one of the more intact hulks, and I don't know if we have time for that. Plus, I'm not sure I'd want to without an entire starbase's worth of support. There's no telling what else could be on those ships. I doubt there are any survivors, but that doesn't rule out containments or something to that effect. I also don't recognize any of the markings or other identifiers on the more intact derelicts." Picard nodded his assent. He agreed with Geordi's assessment of the situation, the chief of engineering on the ship was usually accurate even when he had only basic information with which to work. He turned his head to the viewscreen, observing the ships. "You make a good point, Commander La Forge, but even without a detailed analysis, there's still some useful information to be gleaned from these ruined ships," he said taking steps closer and raising a finger to one of the more intact derelicts. "Commander Data, would you please zoom in on this particular vessel." The order was carried out without delay and soon the viewscreen was near totally filled by the indicated vessel. "Hm…and I thought the Klingons built their ships to be utilitarian," was La Forge's first impression. "But this?" he whistled. "Lots of hard angular surfaces, even if it does all flow together, I'm not sure I've seen a ship like that anywhere in the Alpha or Beta Quadrants. It's also a bit of an odd design choice with how exposed the bridge is. It's almost like a call back to old Earth naval vessels. The hammerhead design is a bit weird by most standards, but I guess if the prow is armored it'd be good for taking a few hits. There's some sort of emitter or…something in the middle of the prow, but without a more detailed analysis I can only guess as to what it is." "Turrets," came the voice of Worf at the weapons console. When the other officers on the bridge turned to him for elaboration, he looked somewhat mortified before continuing. "Apologies, commander, but I noticed that the weapon mounts on this vessel are turreted. It's another divergence from the usual hard points most known ships use. I thought it could be important." He looked ahead at the screen, trying to scrutinize the vessels more. "If I had to make an assumption about these vessels, they were clearly military compared to the Enterprise. It is highly possible that any inhabitants of this altered region may be hostile to our intrusion. Captain, I think it would be prudent bringing the ship to yellow alert. Even if any local forces are not inherently hostile to our presence, the last time the quadrant saw such a level of destruction was the…" he trailed off, not wanting to say it. It was the disaster at Wolf-359, dozens of Federation and Klingon ships wiped out by a single Borg cube. If something similar had happened here, he wasn't sure what the Enterprise's chances of success were in a fight, not that it would deter him from his duty. All the same, Picard nodded in understanding. "I understand your concern, Commander Worf, but let's not jump to any conclusion just yet. If Commander La Forge's estimates are accurate, and they usually are, these wrecks are decades old. It's possible they're just a remnant of a war long over. At the very least, they may give us a clue on how to proceed. Continue with scans for now, Commander Data. Keep me informed. I'll be in my ready room compiling a report of what information we have thus far." "Captain!" Data called out to him as he turned to go. "There is one more thing you should see, sir." Turning back, Picard saw what it was that had caught Data's attention. There was an identifier of some sort on the derelict, something they'd missed in their initial scans. "Captain," Data began slowly, "based on linguistics records; the markings on the ship are the Cyrillic alphabet, likely some variant of Russian." Picard turned to Worf, an eyebrow arched. Uncharacteristically, the Klingon officer seemed confused by this revelation. "I agree with Commander Data, sir. The dialect used seems to be a bit different from the one I know, but I can read it. It's an identifier, captain, marking the ship as the UEDS Kaliningrad." --- The Mariposa February 28, 2528, Koprulu Terran Calendar 1256 Shipboard time Samuel Grigsby was ecstatic. He'd hit a proverbial motherlode as far as scavengers and surveyors like himself were concerned. Even near thirty years or so since the UED came to Koprulu and got their asses kicked, one could still find debris fields on planets and in space all over the sector. Even with all the advances in tech, both stolen from the UED and that which had come out of the End War as folks called it, people still paid good price for this sort of salvage, and he was the first to find and lay claim to this field, he knew that for a fact. This was his second go at it, and the first alone had netted him enough money to get some much needed repairs and upgrades done. Scavenging wasn't exactly what most folks thought of as glamorous, but it was honest work, mostly. Sure he had to frag the odd pirate every now and again but that wasn't exactly anything new in this sector. He'd been doing this job for thirty years now, he knew his way around things. He felt his ship buck like she always did just before they exited FTL, and smiled. 'Come on, baby. Second pass through this, still plenty of treasures to find.' If the last haul was enough to get all her issues ironed out and upgrade her storage capacity and salvage drones, there was no telling what the next would bring in, and he couldn't imagine anything going wrong. This feeling lasted for all of a nanosecond as his ship dropped back into normal space time, and he beheld a vessel larger than his floating nearby the debris field. With a startled cry of "Jaysus!" he steered for the nearest hulk, quickly trying to shut down as much as he could to reduce his power signature, not that he thought it'd do him much good. There was no way that weird ship hadn't detected him dropping out. 'Weird, doesn't look Terran or 'Toss, and it sure as hell ain't Zerg,' some part of him noted. 'Ah, it don't matter. If they catch me they'll probably blow the old girl away to get the salvage for themselves. Need to find a place to hide and spool the drive back up and get out of here, maybe even warn the folks at Konnie about this. Shit, what if another ship has already found them?' --- Enterprise-D, Bridge Stardate 44097.2 1300 Shipboard time "Mister Data," Riker started slowly, "What the hell was that?" He knew what he'd seen, it was quickly a vessel dropping out of what he was fairly sure was some manner of warp, but he figured he'd say what everyone else was thinking. That seemed to be half of his job description some days. "An unknown vessel dropped out of warp and entered the debris field upon making sensor contact, sir. Its arrival was preceded by the formation of some manner of minor anomaly, possibly subspace-related. I am currently tracking it on sensors. Do you want me to attempt to hail it, Commander Riker?" Before Riker could give any further orders, Picard emerged from his ready room, likely having been monitoring things from there. "One moment, Number One," Picard was his usual reserved self, but Riker could tell there was a subdued enthusiasm there. "Mister Data, please bring up a visual of the ship first. I want to see what we're dealing with before we try to open communications." Nodding, the junior officer did so. What greeted the bridge crew on the main screen was an ugly thing of a ship that looked like it'd been upgraded, repaired, and retrofitted at least a dozen times over, probably more. It was basically a flying metal box with additional boxes attached to it. La Forge couldn't help but let out a low whistle. "Well…she's not a looker, but she can certainly move, that's for sure. If I had to guess, I'd almost say she's a salvage vessel given all the extraneous parts hanging on her, could be extra cargo space, but that's just an educated guess based on Alpha Quadrant norms, captain. For all I know those could be torpedo pods." Picard nodded, but something felt off, something…he turned to the ship's councilor and resident telepath Deanna Troi. She'd been conspicuously quiet before. She was something of a cultural expert, even if ships weren't her forte, but the silence on her part now was noticeable. He saw an expression of shock writ large on her face. "Deanna, is something the matter? Is there something on that ship that you can sense?" he maintained a clam but professional tone as he usually did such circumstances, but seeing the usually unflappable Betazoid so concerned over a single ship was itself disquieting. "Captain," she looked at him, her voice deathly serious. "There's a single occupant on that ship, I believe. At this range it's a bit difficult to tell. That's not what has me worried, Captain. The feeling I'm getting from that ship…there's a human on board, and I think they're terrified." Riker and Picard cast confused and worried glances at each other. There had been a few minor Federation colonies out here, but nothing that would produce ships like were in the debris field or the one that had just arrived. That Deanna said she'd felt a human presence, let alone one that was in a state of mental distress, likely because of the Enterprise only worsened the situation in their eyes. The questions continued to compound, with not even a complicated explanation, let alone a clear one. "Commander Data, open a hailing frequency to that ship, all channels. I want to talk to whoever is piloting it and maybe get some answers." --- The Mariposa February 28, 2528, Koprulu Terran Calendar 1310 Shipboard time Grigsby sat in silence and darkness, save for the hums and beeps and soft light of his instruments. He was glad for the heavy clothing he'd opted to don earlier in the morning; he'd turned down life support, heating, weapons, and damn near everything else to drop his overall power signature until he could spool up the drive and get the hell out of the field. His breath came out frosted and misty every time he exhaled. It was getting cold, but he'd be fine for a bit longer. 'Come on, come on,' he thought desperately, blowing warm breath on his hands to try and keep them from getting stiff. 'Just a bit longer, then we can get the hell out of here, girl.' He really didn't want to be here. He had no idea what that ship could do, and he figured if it was coming from outside of Koprulu there was every chance it was bad news. For all he knew it could be some weird UED scout ship, and if that was the case than he had get back to his last port of call and get the word out. 'Can't believe I'm saying this, but we may need help from the Dommies and Umos if Earth is coming back for round two. Hell, who am I kidding? We will need help. I just hope this doesn't turn into a repeat of the damn Brood Wars.' He leaned back in his chair, trying to keep from shivering. Then he heard a soft, repeated beep, accompanied by a softly repeating LED on his board. It was his communications panel. That ship was trying to hail him. Samuel Grigsby did something he'd not done in decades, he locked up. He sat there for what felt like hours, staring at the softly blinking LED, wondering what he should do. 'If I answer they'll just blow me to bits!' some part of him argued. 'Don't answer, just spool up the drive and get the hell out the moment it's ready!' Something about this felt off to him though. They'd had to have seen the general part of the field he'd dived into the moment he noticed the ship. There was near to no chance they hadn't. They'd just have to do a thorough enough sensor sweep and they'd probably find him. The Mariposa wasn't designed for stealth. 'So why the hell are they hailing me then?' another part of him idly wondered. 'If they know where I am, they wouldn't need the coms signal to home in on me by now…probably at least. Maybe they just want to talk?' He shook his head at that thought. It was naive thinking. Sure, things had gotten better in the last twenty years. The Protoss weren't as stuck up, some of them were even seemed to enjoy being around humans these days. The Umojans weren't quite as paranoid isolationist so one may see a few of their long-range patrol fleets out on the rim, and the Dominion was certainly…better now that Mengsk Senior was a stain on some wall somewhere. Even the bulk of the Zerg had calmed down, but that didn't make the feral or renegade broods any less dangerous. He sat there for a few moments longer, pondering on what to do before his hand reached out to the console. 'Screw it,' he thought. 'If they blow the old girl to bits it'll at least be quick.' He hit the button to accept the call, and did his best to put on a brave face. "This is Samuel Grigsby aboard the Mariposa. Who are you, and what do you want?" --- Enterprise-D, Bridge Stardate 44097.2 1305 Shipboard time The bridge was silent, tense save for the consoles. Data had set the hails to repeat on all frequencies until the other vessel either accepted the transmission, if it could, or when the captain ordered the transmission to be cut. No one was sure what would happen next. There are too many possibilities, too many questions without answers, and more questions with unpleasant implications, especially if Q was behind this. Picard sat in his command chair, idly tapping his chin. 'Damn you, Q,' his face was placid and professional, but inside he was fuming. 'If this is another one of your games, then what are you playing at? What have you done? If the lifeform aboard that ship is human where did you drag them from? Where is their home? Who are they? Damn it all, if this is your follow up to the Borg, then perhaps next time we meet I should greet you with all the farce of one of Shakespeare's comedies.' There was a chime that echoed through the near-silent bridge. The transmission had been accepted. "The unknown vessel has accepted our request, captain," Data, on point as always. "No visual feed, audio only," he paused before putting it through to the bridge's audio system. "Curious, captain. The universal translator registers the language as English." Picard simply nodded for Data to put it through. "This is Samuel Grigsby aboard the Mariposa," came a voice, oddly heavily accented. To Riker it reminded him of the American south or Midwest. "Who are you, and what do you want?" There was a pause. "If you want the debris field for salvage, you can have it, it's yours. Just let me go without a fuss and I won't tell anyone about you." Picard stood, the confusion on the bridge becoming palpable, but it wasn't unlike other situations he'd been in before. He'd maintain the calm and rationality he'd built his career upon, just as he always did in first contact scenarios. "This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise, United Federation of Planets," he spoke loudly, clearly, with authority but not malice. "I would like to be clear Mister Grigsby, I nor my crew mean you any harm. We are peaceful explorers; we had simply detected the debris field and stopped to investigate. You have my sincere apologies if the unexpected presence of our vessel caused you any distress." Another pause. "No…no way in hell," the man on the other end sounded completely stunned. "You're human? No, no way. Only humans outside of Koprulu are from Earth, and they ain't the types to just come in and talk all nicely." Picard threw a confused look to Deanna as he gestured for the outgoing audio to be muted; she was holding her chin, her brow furrowed. "I don't sense any ill intention or intent to deceive on his part, captain. At the very least, the man believes what he's saying. Although I have no idea what it is he's talking about." Picard simply nodded, and turned back to the viewscreen. "Mister Grigsby, I assure you our intentions are peaceful. Whatever your dealings with Earth have been in the past, the Federation is not what you think it to be. We simply desire peaceful contact so that we may learn about each other. It is why we are here at all. As I said, we are explorers, not conquerors," Picard could hear the other man breathing heavily; it sounded like he was a mix of angry and freezing. 'My God, did he cut his own life support and heat to try and hide from us?' "You mean to say you aren't with the UED? Be truthful now. Folks out here tend to prefer blunt and to the point honesty," Grigsby shot back, a bit of venom in his voice, but there was an audible undertone of fear. "What exactly is the UED? We've never heard of this organization," Riker spoke up, his curiosity getting the better of him. Picard didn't seem to mind, he'd probably been thinking the same thing. "UED," Grigsby repeated with some frustration. "United Earth Directorate. You know, the fascist assholes that rolled in here and tried to annex the whole damn sector about thirty years back? You honestly don't know what I'm talking about? Exiled all our ancestors from Earth for being free thinkers and political dissidents and mutants and such?" The bridge grew cold at Grigsby's words. To some of the bridge crew, this sound vaguely like the old Terran Empire, or worse the mirror universe Starfleet had encountered on occasion. But even then that sounded like it didn't quite grasp the scope of what Grigsby was implying. "Mister Grigsby, I assure you I do not know what you are talking about, as horrible as that may sound. I cannot begin to imagine what it is your people went through, however long ago this was," Picard was trying to pick his words carefully. It felt like he was trying to walk through a minefield. "But as a native of Earth, of France, I can assure you, I have never seen any trace of evidence that this United Earth Directorate has ever existed. The Federation is a society built on the ideals of individual freedom, liberty, choice and self-actualization. I assure you, whatever has happened to your people, they will not be treated as lesser." The next pause was longer, heavier, the moments slowly ticking by before Grigsby responded again. "Aw, hell…you're either one hell of a liar or you're telling the truth, and I can't tell which it is. Alright, let's say I believe you, what happens next?" The man's voice was still strained, but there was a new undercurrent to it, something very different from before. Perhaps it was hope. "Mister Grigsby, as you are the first person we have met in this region, this…" he rolled the name on his tongue for a moment. "Koprulu sector, I would like to extend an invitation for you to come aboard so we may talk face to face. Perhaps that will help with elaborating things further." Grigsby took a deep, shaking breath. The man was most certainly freezing at this point. "Yeah, alright fine. Just give me clearance and a place to hook my ship up to yours and I'll be right over," he sounded tired. Will Riker stood from his chair. "That won't be necessary, Mister Grigsby, if you've got a transporter we can-" there was a strangled noise from Grigsby, and it took those on the bridge a moment to realize it was a suppressed snort before it became a full laugh. "Ah…sonny, don't kid me. If you're telling the truth even in part that marks you as an outsider right there. Ain't no one got fancy teleporter tech unless it's the 'Toss, and they don't share that stuff with anyone. An airlock will do just fine so long as you tell me where." Even though there was no video feed, Picard nodded. "Understood, Mister Grigsby. Commander Data will send you docking coordinates, and we'll meet you at the specified airlock." He gestured for the transmission to be cut and turned to Riker. "Will, what do you make of this?" Picard wasn't so sure himself. "With all due respect, captain, I haven't a clue. The man certainly sounded like he believed everything he was saying, but I can't explain any of what he said, not unless he's from another universe entirely. Something like the mirror universe perhaps, but radically different." Picard nodded slowly, more and more he didn't like the implications of what was happening here. "And if the report from Starfleet was right, Q may very well be behind this. To what end he's done…" he gestured at the viewscreen. "all of this I don't know, but I intend to find out, and maybe, just maybe repair some of the damage he's almost certainly done," he sighed slowly. "Commander Data, you have the bridge. Number One, Commander Worf, with me, and have a pair of security officers meet us as the airlock, just in case." --- The Mariposa February 28, 2528, Koprulu Terran Calendar 1345 Shipboard time Part of Grigsby couldn't believe he was doing this. It was completely insane. For all he knew he was marching into the lion's den and practically offering himself up. He didn't quite know what to think still, but he figured running wasn't really an option any more. Plus, some part of him wouldn't forgive himself if it turned out even in some way these folks were telling the truth. He'd seen and done a lot of things in his life, some of which he wasn't particularly proud of, even if he'd had good reason at the time, sometimes at least. He wasn't exactly sinless; most folks on the rim weren't in some way except those rare sorts. Some people took comfort in that. After all, James Raynor started as a bandit and disappeared as a hero to at the minimum humans and Protoss both. Well, mostly. Still, there was that cynical voice in the back of his head. It wasn't quite as violently egging him on to run, but now it was screaming he should be ready, just in case something went wrong. After all, he had the means beyond the sidearm on his hip. But that voice wouldn't relent, and it kept going on about how sometimes you had to look and act the part of the tough guy to really work out what people were like, that sometimes you needed to inject a little fear to make people tell you the truth straight. One part of him still urged caution, but to hear these people out. After all, it wasn't that long ago, he reflected, that Terrans, Protoss and Zerg were all killing each other without a second thought, and now there'd been two decades of peace all the big players were working to maintain. That had to count for something. If the Zerg of all things could learn to calm down and actually talk to other people as, well, people, than maybe it was hypocritical to not at least hear the folks on that weird ship out in turn. He ran a hand through his hair, some of it greying early, and turned in his seat, the cynical voice still nagging him. He looked behind him, at the old, old suit of CMC-200 powered armor and the Great War era C-14 he'd inherited from his father and his father before him in turn. It'd gotten him out of some tough spots, turned what would have been a bad disagreement into something he walked away from, and he was beginning to wonder if it would do the same for him here and now. After all, there was no harm in being prepared, right?  

Orez Lanrete

LoneUnit said: "Ah…sonny, don't kid me. If you're telling the truth even in part that marks you as an outsider right there. Ain't no one got fancy teleporter tech unless it's the 'Toss, and they don't share that stuff with anyone. An airlock will do just fine so long as you tell me where." Even though there was no video feed, Picard nodded. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

Kerrigan showing up to screw with Q was hilarious, I'm interested to see where the fic goes from here I'm very familiar and fond of Starcraft but I'm not to familiar with Star Trek.  

Awesome intro. Looking forward to more. Man can't wait to see the Starfleet's reaction to the history of Starcraft, specially footage of the Endwar. Wonder what Picard will think that upon seeing the final battle, if this is what Starfleet and other ST powers would have to face if a member of the Q ever decided to go full evil on them. Wonder how they will deal with the fact that all Terrans, based on what I seen; are genetically modified. Also, just to clarify the timeline, what is the last TNG episode before this contact?  

Orez Lanrete said: Funny enough, Terrans do in fact have teleporter tech though in limited supply. They have teleportation pads within structures and science vessels that they can use to move objects and people around over short distances. There was also Nova's suit which was equipped with a prototype teleport system based on the Protoss Stalker's Blink. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

Pertuarbo101 said: Kerrigan showing up to screw with Q was hilarious, I'm interested to see where the fic goes from here I'm very familiar and fond of Starcraft but I'm not to familiar with Star Trek. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

Edboy49 said: Awesome intro. Looking forward to more. Man can't wait to see the Starfleet's reaction to the history of Starcraft, specially footage of the Endwar. Wonder what Picard will think that upon seeing the final battle, if this is what Starfleet and other ST powers would have to face if a member of the Q ever decided to go full evil on them. Wonder how they will deal with the fact that all Terrans, based on what I seen; are genetically modified. Also, just to clarify the timeline, what is the last TNG episode before this contact? Click to expand... Click to shrink...

Another thing to see if you go with the technobabble is the comparison between ST and SC warps. Question, could SC tech heal Forge's eyes or at least receive ocular implants earlier? Also, I since you mentioned Q complaining, it made me remember something: What is Picard going to do when he meets Alarak? Will he think that Q is playing with him like always?  

sliced bread is not that great

LoneUnit said: Despite her professionalism, Altham raised her finger and brought it to the blinking icon. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

Edboy49 said: Another thing to see if you go with the technobabble is the comparison between ST and SC warps. Question, could SC tech heal Forge's eyes or at least receive ocular implants earlier? Also, I since you mentioned Q complaining, it made me remember something: What is Picard going to do when he meets Alarak? Will he think that Q is playing with him like always? Click to expand... Click to shrink...

SCO said: I hope she's ready for a endless line of archeologists from multiple species waiting in line to break their hands on her face. So silly. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

LoneUnit said: At least until everyone realizes what happened, in which case she may run to the Federation if only because no one wants to work with her after this. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

SCO said: I don't know, those are perfect qualifications to what you described as 'kirk approach to life'. Indiana Jones and Lara Croft spirits guide her in other destruction of priceless historical artifacts. I actually can't wait until starfleet realizes they've got a entire species of humans (debatable) that are kirk-like on their hands. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

"hello may i taste your essence" -every zerg when meeting the new aliens.  

• Oct 17, 2021

LoneUnit said: The real issue is just the Federation's cultural aversions to things. But given Forge had tendency for going full nerd over any new tech, like most any Starfleet engineer, I can see whatever cultural aversion he may hold, if any, falling to the wayside real fast, especially given the functionality the good sort of cybernetic eyes can provide. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

Lawful lord of chaos

Will you be including the units and variants from the Co-op campaigns? Like Swann's Science Vessels and Hellbats in addition to Han&Horner's Galleons and Hellbats? Or, for that matter, having Fenix, Karax, Stukov, et al. feature in this fic?  

Edboy49 said: Speaking of Forge, can't wait to see how he reacts to Terran tech. Wonder what expression will he and Starfleet say when they examine Protoss tech. Among the things I want to see is how the Vulcan/Romulans react to the Protoss and see some of the similarities. Did the arrival of the SC nations butterfly the upcoming Klingon Civil War? Also, could point out in a ST map of where exactly did the SC sector landed in ST? That and now I am wonder if Guinan is actually Xel'Naga but one that changed from the SC variant. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

Wizzrobe said: Will you be including the units and variants from the Co-op campaigns? Like Swann's Science Vessels and Hellbats in addition to Han&Horner's Galleons and Hellbats? Or, for that matter, having Fenix, Karax, Stukov, et al. feature in this fic? Click to expand... Click to shrink...

Lord_Anthrax

Daemon prince of nurgle (verified blakist).

I really want to see the reaction of the federation to the Zerg and some of the events surrounding them (tarsonis) Also abathur's rage at humans being multi dimensional.  

Never dead, merely sleeping

Dargoth said: "hello may i taste your essence" -every zerg when meeting the new aliens. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

jwolfe said: I doubt the Zerg would be able to get anything really interesting from ST species, except maybe the local telepaths. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

LoneUnit said: As for the Klingon Civil War, I'll admit I've not thought that far ahead, but I can guarantee one thing: Koprulu mercenaries will be in high demand. It's not going to butterfly away the entire civil war I think. It's going to make things worse, because both sides, regardless of their foreign supporters, would benefit greatly from getting arms, manpower, ships and materials from Koprulu. That being said, things like this are why I wanted to post to SB, cause oh boy...this is going to be a hot discussion topic going forward I think. Sure, it may forestall things a bit, but long-term, the Klingon Civil War was always going to happen. The question becomes whose bayonets are holding up the Klingon Imperial throne. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

Shatterdome_Maintenace

Light and hope are my wings.

Borg vs Zerg.enuff said.  

Lord_Anthrax said: The Founders would also be something the Zerg would what to look at possibly the space whales to if only to see how they came to be Click to expand... Click to shrink...

LoneUnit said: Which is why the whole genetics and cybernetics angle is going to be an issue for the Federation going forward. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

LoneUnit said: The Protoss especially are going to go "Uh...yeah, we tried that. It didn't work." Click to expand... Click to shrink...

VampirelordX

Watched with the fury of a trillion suns.  

Shatterdome_Maintenace said: Borg vs Zerg.enuff said. Click to expand... Click to shrink...

ChristianWriter95

A redeemed sinner.

Don't know enough about Starcraft tech to comment on it really, but people should remember that while the federation is against genetic modification, they don't go out of their way to purge people who have been genetically modified. Their more against how genetically "super" individuals tend to act as if they are superior to their non-genetically modified counterparts. Also, they've encountered plenty of species where gene-modding went wrong and made the species infertile or insane. Since the humans from the Starcraftverse can still breed and aren't batshit insane the Federation should be relatively ok with their existence. They might even accept and use a few of the gene mods that the Terrans have to offer since they have been proven not to have horrifying consequences for having them and don't cause a disparity of biological power, but instead are used to help with things like Geordy's eyes or adaptation to a higher gravity environment or so on.  

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