Star Trek:  Star Base 49  "Beginnin

There it was, the master piece he had put together for over two years.  Roy sat back in his chair, and sipped a little champaign off the top of his glass.  It was a rather putrid drink that the replicators had turned out, but what could one expect from a Starfleet Replicator?  He couldn't wait to get his hands on a real drink, hence why he had applied for a bartender first thing.  Now some man named Paul Locknar was on his way, the memory warmed him with excitment.

It had been a long two years, but now with the Klingon civil war being pushed onto other fronts things were finally getting peacefull enough to finish the station.  There hadn't been a Klingon attack in two months, giving them enough time to finish the station...

"Janson to Captain Veldmen."  chirped a voice over his communicator."

Roy answered it, "Yes Marc, how's the lighting preparation going?"

There was a hefty sigh, "Bout as good as my lessons in Klingon sir.  I can't seem to find any problem with the generators, and yet they aren't heating up."  He sounded angry, more at himself than anyone else.

There was another beep on his communicator.  "Hold on Marc."  He tapped it again, "This is Roy."

It was his Helm Control Officer, "This is Leutenient Ristau sir, I'm recieving a distress call."

Roy nodded to himself and glanced over at Talis.  The Vulcan had already sensed it, as had the Councilor.  They were already on their way over.  "I'll be up in a moment,"  He tapped his comm badge again,  "Marc, it looks like you've got the time you needed, we're going to have to postpone the party.  There's a distress call coming in."

Marc sounded almost relieved, "Yes sir, I'll do my best to have the place running by then."

Roy almost smiled, "Understood."

By that time Talis and Athena had made their way through the crowd.  "What's wrong captain?"  Athena began.

Roy stood up from his chair and set his glass down on the floor.  "We've recieved a distress call.  Get Sayer and Taylor out of the docking bay area and to the bridge.  Talis, do a weapons check."

They were on their way.

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Roy saw the Chief Helm officer sitting quietly among the Vulcan bridge crew.  He was an unusual one, the only human to vollenteer for duty on this momentous occasion.  It was only normal for the Vulcans, since the completion of a star base was just the completion of a machine.  Which left his security officer as a mystery as well.

Adam didn't turn around, he simply nodded at the captain.  "Play the message,"  he said.

The Vulcan officer at operations complied, the message was garbled, but there was a distinct Klingon presence about it.  "This is the Lat'Tul of the Federation/Klingon border patrol.  We are sending out a distress call..."  there was the rumble of oncoming weapons fire.  "...renegades have attacked, we're sending our coordinance."

The message ended and Adam relieved the man at Helm.  "The coordinance have been entered sir."

Roy sat down in his seat as Athena, Sayer, and Taylor entered the room.  Sayer seemed ruffled, "What in the bleeding hell is going on now?"

Roy dismissed the tone, "Distress Call...from one of the Klingon patrol crafts.  The party is cancelled gentlemen."

Sayer sighed with a shrug suggesting, "Why god?", and walked closer to the science console.  "Are we expecting casulties?"

Roy didn't know, "I'm not sure, but I would expect so.  If they didn't fight to the death then they would have had to have taken one hell of a beating."

Sayer nodded and began to trek across the room to the turbolift.  "I'll make preparations in sick bay."  

Roy nodded as the door hissed open and shut.  "Where's the security chief?"  he said with a raised eyebrow.

"She's in phaser control, recalling all of her crew I suppose."

Roy frowned, so much for leave.  "Open a channel to the crew."

The Vulcan at OPS nodded and tapped on the keyboard.  "Channel open captain."

Roy sighed, he goes nothing.  "All hands, I regret to inform you that leave has been cut a little quicker than expected.  Report to your duty stations at this time.  Captain out."  He nodded at the Vulcan and the Vulcan turned back to his boards and cut the channel.  "Status of the warp core?"

"The warp core temprature is rising at the moment.  It will be a minute until it is at a warp producing temp sir."  reported the OPS officer.

The normal bridge crew began to report in, relieving the Vulcans of their duties.  Roy checked the chonometer and found a suprisingly good time on their arrival.  

Talis arrived shortly after the bridge crew.  She stopped beside the captain and handed him a PADD.  "One of our phaser array panels were being worked on, but it will be back online in a short while."

Roy's raised a suspicious eyebrow.  "Just how short?"

"Exactly two minutes twenty-eight seconds sir."

Roy smiled, "Then I see no problem with it Leutenient Commander, proceed to your station."

Talis nodded and walked off.

"Time to arrival?"  Roy asked.

The helms officer checked his boards and tapped the information in.  "It is in the next system.  Fifteen minutes at warp one sir."

Roy nodded, "Power to Thrusters, take us out of orbit Mr. Ristau.  Once we've cleared the area go to warp two."

Adam tapped his boards some more.  "Yes sir."

The ship pivoted out of orbit and shot out to the stars.  

OPERATIONS ROOM
SB49

Marc frowned as he watched the bright warp signature fade from eyesight.  Now he was on a star base that couldn't even keep its computers running right let alone defending itself.  It only had four active phaser banks, a fact that kind of scared him.  

Oh well, it was only stupid speculation.  There hadn't been problems with the Klingon renegades for a while now.  There were more important problems now, like the power fluctuations throughout the station.  He had thought it would be a simple neural net problem, but it had been a little more than that.  The entire computer core had gone haywire.  It had been moving power from one system to another randomly.  

His enginiring console flickered, it was happening again.  He looked up from his console, watching some computers get brighter, some dimmer, and some switching off.  

There was a beep on his communicator.  "Yes, Marc here."

"Sir, we think we've found the faulty power cards.  We're going to have to replace them."  came the voice of one of his enginires.  

"Understood, good work."  Marc felt a little pride in his crew.  They had come a long way since he had been assigned chief enginire four years ago.  

Marc felt like a cup of coffee, and absent mindedly walked over to the replicator.  "Terran Coffee, black."

A cup began to form, and then the beam wavered, the shape twisted...and turned into a saucer, which held a clump of coffee grounds on it.  Marc picked up the saucer and frowned.  "Of course, how could I be lucky enough to get a decent cup of coffee.  We're on field rations."  And with that he put the saucer back on the replicator.  "Recycle."

There was a beep, and a low hum as the transporters tried to take effect, but then there was another power flicker in the controls.  The saucer exploded, its shards cutting one of his cheeks.  He growled at the shards, and slammed his boot hard against the deck.  The cut wasn't at all deep, but the frustration of how it happened had bruised his enginire ego.  

Roy stared out at a nebula, not knowing what to make of it.  "Give me an aft view."  The viewscreen switched with the command, giving him a view of the last planet in the nearby solar system.  "Scan that solar system one more time."

Kent did it, he computer beeped a negative.  "Other than the pre-industrial lifesigns I've got nothing."

Roy nodded, "I don't like this, go to yellow alert."

Talis tapped her controls.  The computer beeped, "Yellow alert, all hands prepare for battle stations."

Talis watched her boards until all decks showed green.  "All crews have reported in, sheilds are up."

Roy nodded, "Good, keep scanning for any enemy vessles.  Do you think that transmission was faked?"

Talis raised an eyebrow in thought as she continued tapping at her boards.  "Unknown captain, they have been known to do it from time to time, but I do not think that this is the case."

Roy turned toward Talis, "Reasoning?"

Talis looked up, "For one we were given time to raise our shields."

Roy nodded, "Point taken.  So where is this ship...or wreckage of the ship even."

"When no wreckage is to be found, then it is obvious that the ship was not destroyed."  explained Talis.  

Roy nodded, "Any sign of it escaping?"

The science officer did an active scan of the area.  "I'm not picking up any warp trail sir."

Talis raised an eyebrow, "Then it would appear that no ship entered or left the system."

Roy knew what that meant, "Red alert, all hands to battlestations!"

The Red alert lights came on with the warning sirens.  Talis brought the Tactical display up on her boards.  "Phasers are prepared to fire sir."

Roy turned to his science officer, "Any sensor anomalies?"

Kent frowned, "Only one would be that damned nebula, it's reflecting our sensors."

Roy turned to the nebula, "A perfect place to hide," The captain stood up.  "Is there any chance of penetrating the nebula?

Kent looked down at his boards again and frowned, "I wouldn't know sir.  I recommend caution."

Roy frowned, "In that case we'll try it in a shuttlecraft.  Kent, Adam, you're with me."

The two officers filed in behind the captain as he moved toward the turbolift.

question.  is this the contenuation of the previous story or are you starting form square one?

No, my other one was wiped out by that server problem, so I'm rewriting it.  

Roy, Kent and Adam leave in the shuttle;



For The Nebula.

The shuttle cut through the weak shields that covered the docking bay door and flew into space.  The Helmsman controled the small craft, as Kent set up his station for sensors.  Roy sat in the back, watching silently as the two officers worked their stations.

"Thirty seconds until we collide with the nebula."  reported the helmsman.

"Move in on thrusters only."  ordered Roy.  "How are the sensor reconfigurations coming?"

Kent didn't look up, "I think we should be able to get a partial reading, although it won't be long range it should keep us from flying entirly blind in there."

The ship entered the nebula, an orange gas enveloped the ship, and its sensors went dead.

"I've almost got the sensors reconfigured...there."

Roy moved to Kents side, "How are they working?"

"A little less power in them than I expected, but they'll do for now."  he tapped at his keys, "It looks like we have pockets of explosive ionized gas in this area.  Good we didn't bring the Lumbergia in."  More tapping, "I'm going to transferre the sensor data to your station Adam."

Adam nodded, "Thanks, I'll watch out for the gas."  Adam made a few course corrections.  

A couple minutes went by with nothing. They weaved through the web of gas mines that had found themselves a resting place in the nebula.  Kents console beeped, "Captain, I'm picking up debris in this area."

"Sir, suggest we move away from the debris, they could enter a gas pocket at any time and trigger an explosion." Warned Adam.

"At least we know where the Klingons went."  Roy said to himself.  "Helm, take us out of here."

That's when it went all to hell.  A sudden explosion rocked the ship, sending Roy hurling to the ground.  "What the hell was that!"  He yelled as he stood up.

"We're under attack, but I can't see the ship!"

Adam rolled his eyes, his anger began to boil to the surface.  "Well look for something!  You're the Science officer."

Another explosion buffeted the ship.  "Shields down to thirty percent!"  Something exploded in the backround.  

Roy was in the front, "Get us back to the ship!"

Kent watched his boards, "Sensor ghost closing in sir!  It might be our attacker."

Adam touched his controls at a rapid pace.  A disruptor blast hit a pocket of gas infront of the shuttle, and it exploded in their faces.  "Hold on!"  

The ship rocked as it raced through the burning heat of the exploded gas.  There was another explosion.

Adam held tightly as damage reports came in, "Hull tempratures at critical levels!

Another set of explosions, "I've got an engine failure!"

The mysterious ship closed in...  "Oh hell,"  stammered Kent under his breath.

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"We did what!"  The Klingon still couldn't believe he was hearing this.  

"We attacked a Federation ship sir!"  The young Klingon said.  "Our sensors were down before we went into this Nebula sir!  We had no way of knowing!"

The other Klingon growled, "We have dishonored the name of Gowron.  Along with nearly ending the house of Lar'at."  The large man slumped.  

K'Ratak of Lar'at sighed as he looked at the young Klingon.  The man before him had his arm in a sling and mild burns on his face.  He was one of the few lucky ones.  The captain had died.  His father had died.  Now his wife was in critical care.  


"Lock a tractor beam on them and prepare the ship for yellow alert."  K'Ratak said.

The young Klingon nodded and went to the helm station.

Then they drifted out of the nebula,

nice very nice

Thats not so much FF as a one man roleplay its very cool though, as i know all of the characters (although not personally obviosly) i can really picture that lot happening!!

Whats FF ????