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ST:O Prequel Story.

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edited April 2011 in Ten Forward
Before posting this story, I want to make a few things clear. This is a fan written story that I began close to when ST:O first came out. I was attempting to include my family members and friends who play together by using their characters. I have taken a certain license in written the plot line of the story as it applies the Star Trek. However, I also tried my best to correlate the events, locations, and back ground accurately with the storyline as well as incorporate aspects of ST:O into the realistic/literary atmosphere of Star Trek. There are of course other differences that have yet to be put into the game that you will see in the storyline concerning the players described. I hope that you enjoy this story. I will be posting it section by section.

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  • Archived PostArchived Post Member Posts: 2,264,498 Arc User
    edited April 2011
    Star Trek Online:
    Tomorrow's Captains

    Only two sectors from the Terran system orbits a small arid planet near the Chin'toka star. Barely hospitable, it has remained lifeless since the Dominion War; its importance long forgotten. Until a legion of cadets find themselves warping in by runabout to see a fleet of starships patrolling the region. Each has their own suspicions, but none could expect that this would be the sight of their starfleet training. Glancing out windows some are astonished by the number of ships orbiting the planet, other are confused as to why they were forced to leave Earth.
    As each ships glides through the torrent atmosphere and come to land beneath the glass dome of the surface colony, one by one the cadets disembark and are rallied together. The crowd of bewildered cadets are led under ground into a well structured facility. The inside seems similar to internals of a military barracks; confined and minimally decorated. Eventually the group is led into an open hall where in the front stands a small podium and a row of chairs. A commander stands behind the podium, and each seat is filled by starfleet officers of many races and genders. As the crowd is assembled, the commander begins to greet them.
    "Welcome to Ar-558," announces the commander. "Each of you have expressed a desire to serve Starfleet, but before you can, you must be trained. Over the course of these next few months-"
    "Okay, why are we here again?" whispers a Human cadet to a Bolian cadet.
    "Listen up, Ed, he might just tell you," replies Albar.
    "I doubt it, he sounds like every other windbag that we've been forced to listen for the past five days."
    "Hey, show some respect." Albar glared at Ed sternly. "He's our superior you know."
    "Of course he is. Look around. They're all our superiors. Well, except for the rest of us pips. The point is, I'm tired of getting caught up in these long speeches. Just for once I'd like a simple straight answer out of these guys. At least just give me a 'good morning, and good luck'. That way I don't have to spend the next hour standing at attention instead of scoping out the competition."
    "We're not here to compete, Ed. We're here to be trained."
    "Of course we're here to compete. Only the best get the best positions. I don't know about you, but I want to be up on the front line kicking some klingon butt not looking at a computer monitor all day examining data samples."
    "I know what you mean, but you and I both know that Starfleet is not about war, it's about peace. Unfortunately, we just so happen to be at war now. Hopefully, that'll change."
    "Hopefully not before I get a chance to crack a few heads."
    "Hey! Look over there, isn't that Lt. Commander Nog. Why do you suppose he's here?"
    "I don't know. You'd think this would be the last place he'd want to go. If I were him, I'd never want to come back to where I lost my leg."
    "Perhaps he's put it behind him. It's been quite a few years since the Dominion War."
    "Still, you think he'd find it eerie."
    "He probably does. Looks like he's the guest speaker."
    "Oh great, now we're gonna have to hear the 'old war stories'."
    "Shush! Show at least some respect."
    A Ferengi officer stands leaning on the prosthetic leg hidden under his uniform. After a moment, he walks to the podium as the commander steps aside. "Good morning. I'm sure some of you are wishing that we'd all just stop talking and let you start your training, but life is rarely that simple or easy. When I was but an ensign, I came here with a similar enthusiasm."
    Ed looks at Albar mockingly.
    "Unfortunately, just as they were then, times are not so peaceful to allow such youthful spirits. Here, you will be taught to preform your duties to the best of your abilities and to see the universe not just for what it is, but for what it has become. War is on our door step. As we go out, it is not something we lightly walk into, but we walk none the less. It is our responsibility to make sure that you are ready for what you will face when you leave these halls, and it is your responsibility to learn all that you can here; because when you go out there, you may find that what you've learned here is all that you'll have. To quote the seventh Rule of Acquisition, 'Always keep your ears open.'"
    Nog steps down as the Commander announces, "Dismissed!"
    As the cadets disperse, one remains looking around. The bulky borg implant on the left side of his head shines a red light about the room. The liberated Borg humanoid cadet stares in deep thought observing the walls of the auditorium. Soon a voice begins calling from the hallway in back.
    "Adam. Hey Adam!"
    Adam turns to see his human friend James, "There's a structural defect in the eastern wall. One photonic charge placed exactly seven meters from the floor will collapse this room."
    "Yes, yes. That's very fascinating," James says grabbing Adam's arm. "Come on, there's food."
    "Very well," Adam replies following James. "I suppose I'll have to draft a report to the administrator."
  • Archived PostArchived Post Member Posts: 2,264,498 Arc User
    edited April 2011
    Beyond the auditorium, the precession wanders into the mess hall to converse and enjoy the refreshments.
    "Pleased to meet you," Ed says shaking hands with a Human cadet. "Might I introduce my friend Albar,"
    "Albar," says Mick shaking Albar's hand. "Mick Johnson. So, what made you two choose to join Starfleet?"
    Ed and Albar look at each other briefly.
    "Well, you see we both grew up in a community of old Starfleet vets," replies Ed.
    "To say that we were expected to join, would be an understatement," continues Albar.
    "Heh, I see,"
    "It's not that we were ever against the idea, it's just a little annoying to have you life planned by everyone else around you. Know what I mean?"
    "Yeah, I suppose," replies Mick. "Personally, I'm the only member from my family to join Starfleet."
    "Really?" asks Albar. "That's rare nowadays."
    "I'll say," Ed comments.
    "Let's just say, for as much as we've seen Starfleet do good for the Federation, my family seemed to find all the ways that it's done bad."
    "Oh, so they don't like that you joined," replies Ed.
    "Yeah, hopefully, one day they'll-"
    "Thran, you must contain your emotions," comments a female Vulcan to a male Andorian walking past the other three.
    "No, you must contain your emotions, T'Rel," he replies irritated. "I'm free to feel however I please."
    "Yes, while that is true, to segregate someone based on a past they have no control over is illogical."
    "Again, I'm not vulcan. I can be as illogical as I please," Thran storms past the crowds and leans over a refreshment table. His blue skinned biceps bulge and gray eyes squint as he scours the table filled with alien dishes and drink bowls. "Come on, isn't there any ale?" he flails his arm toward the crowd in an outrage, "Look around, there's tons of us here and yet they couldn't think to offer us a decent supply of proper drinks?"
    "While you are correct about the increased number of andorian cadets this year, you failed to remember that the drinking of alcoholic beverages while on duty is against regulations and even ill-advised while off duty."
    "I don't care. Seeing that cybernetic freak in a cadet uniform is enough to drive anyone to drink," In frustration Thran turns away from the table to go to another, but is suddenly stopped as he stares through the crowd. "And now he's here,"
    From the other side of the hall steps Adam looking around again before finally stopping and staring in Thran's direction.
    "Thran, perhaps we should go. A confrontation now would only serve to blemish your record," suggests T'Rel.
    "Alright, maybe the surface colony will have something," Thran replies heading toward another exit. "I just hope for his sake, he stays far away from me."
    Making his way past the cadets, Adam walks to Lt. Commander Nog who is already engaged in conversation with another officer, "Excuse me, sir," he said offering his hand.
    "Ah, yes," he replies turning to Adam and shaking his hand. "You must be Adam Krenim."
    "Yes, sir," Adam replies confused. "Forgive me, but-"
    "How did I know you out of all of these cadets? No offense, but the implant covering that side of you face gives you away."
    "Of course, I must admit I have become accustomed to it. I wanted to say that your speech was rather spirited and from what I have seen, very necessary."
    Nog tilts his head asking, "And what have you seen?"
    "Ar-558 is only two sectors from the Terran System and according to a survey scan, all of the nearby communication relays are being routed here instead of back to Sol. This tells me that Ar-558 will be the first to receive any up to date information for the area."
    "I suppose,"
    "Furthermore, with the sizable fleet orbiting this once inhospitable colony, one could conclude that our assignments here instead of the Terran Academy is a prelude to an offensive strike-"
    "Hey! That's enough of that!" Nog interjects. "How about we talk about this outside,"
    Nog leads Adam out to a hallway continuing the conversation, "You know, you should consider a career in journalism. I have a friend who's a reporter for the Federation News Service. Perhaps, he could give you a reference."
    "I suppose, sir. If you really believe I could-"
    "No, no, no," Nog turns back waving his hands. "Cadet, that was just a joke," Taking a moment, Nog sighs as Adam simply stands at ease. "What I am about to tell you must not be discussed between anyone else; not with your instructors; not with your fellow cadets. Truth is I shouldn't even be telling you about this, but given your special background, I believe you are the one that most deserves to know."
    "I understand, sir."
    "Ever since the return of the USS Voyager, Starfleet has become more and more reassured that the destruction of the transwarp network has managed to critically injure the Borg Collective in the Delta Quadrant. They have even come to believe that the Borg may never recover. However, recent intelligence reports have proved otherwise," Nog bows his head and turns away.
    "Sir?"
    "The Borg are on their way through the Beta Quadrant. We suspect they came through from the Gamma Quadrant. It's likely that the Borg have made attempts to assimilate that region of space as well, but we have apparently proven to be a far greater threat."
    "If I may speak candidly sir," asks Adam.
    Nog nods his head still with his back turned.
    "In the past the Borg have been defeated, and each invasion has proven to yield even less casualties as those before. As heartless as it may sound, the needs of the many-"
    "Yes, of course," Nog interrupts turning back toward Adam. "Your logic would be sound, if it weren't for the fact that this is more than just one cube. This fleet is approximated to number at least fifty Borg ships, comprised of not just cubes but also spheres, and if we're lucky possibly smaller class probes."
    "By the sound of it, this may be an act of desperation on their part."
    "Which is what makes this event all the more threatening. We need to be prepared for this attack. Each of the cadets here were hand picked for this mission. We believe they will attack a civilian target in any of the surrounding sectors before going onto Earth."
    "I suppose that means there is no time to evacuate the inhabitants."
    "Correct, but even if there were the war with the Klingons is starting to limit our resources. That's why you're all here. What little time we have left will be used to train you cadets and the fleet above for this attack."
    "I understand. Thank you for confiding in me, sir."
    "No, don't thank me yet. I know I'm going to be chewed out for this. You might end up having a similar experience, but as I said, I felt you deserved to know the most." Nog's expression shifts from sincere to stern. "Make sure when the time comes you are ready. I'd hate to hear about any more fine officers lost to this war."
    "Yes sir. I will sir." Adam replies standing at attention.
    "Good. Go on back to the others and have a good time, but be sure to get enough sleep, your training starts tomorrow."
    "Yes sir," Adam salutes and turns around walking back into the mess hall.
    Nog continues to stand alone in the hall way for a moment before hearing a chirp from his communication badge. "Nog here," his said after tapping his badge.
    "Lt. Commander, forgive the intrusion. Captain Data is requesting the return of his Chief Engineer as soon as possible."
    "Alright, Hermes. Beam me up. Let's not keep the Enterprise waiting."
  • Archived PostArchived Post Member Posts: 2,264,498 Arc User
    edited April 2011
    Stardate: 85563.7

    The next morning, inside the dorm room of Ed and Thran, the door chirps. Trying to ignore the sound, Thran rolls over groaning. Another chirp rings. Then another, and another.
    "What!" yells Thran throwing his pillow at the door.
    The door opens to show T'Rel on the other side. She steps forward unto the pillow and looks down. "Hmm, if you wanted to hit me with this, you should have waited till I opened the door."
    "I'll keep that in mind for next time. Now go away!"
    "Then I suppose you would prefer to skip your first day of Advanced Tactics," she replies.
    Thran lets out a slow growl, "No, I would prefer that this headache would go away."
    "I am afraid that will always be the risk of consuming alcohol. Which is why it is wise not to do so."
    "Ugh, I know, I know. Now will you please leave while I get dressed."
    Moments later, outside T'Rel waits patiently beside the door. The door opens as Thran steps out. "I don't know whether my head hurts more from the hangover, or from that neck thing you did last night."
    The two begin to walk down the corridor. "I would apologize, but it was necessary to prevent you from starting a fight that would bring further attention to your drunken state," replies T'Rel.
    "Yes, I suppose. Thank you. Did my room mate give you any trouble?"
    "No, when he asked why I was carrying you to your bed, I merely replied, 'I was required to subdue him to prevent a fight.'"
    "And he didn't get suspicious?"
    "I suppose he was aware of your species history when it comes to aggressive tendencies."
    "How very condescending of you," Thran comments as they turn around the corner. The two continue down the hall to a doorway on the right. They walk in to a circular room lined with descending rows of chairs with a desk in the middle on the lowest level. Behind the desk is their human instructor Lt. Commander Roman Janus. Thran and T'Rel are the first to arrive.
    Thran looks at T'Rel, "You made it seem like we were going to be late."
    "I felt it was better to come for you early to allow enough time for you to get here given your predicted state."
    Thran scoffs and continues ahead to find a seat.
    "Welcome, cadets," greets Roman. "Please take a seat, we still have some time before class starts. Perhaps we should get to know each other."
    "Yes, or course. I am T'Rel of Vulcan," she replies walking down to the desk her hand raises in the usual vulcan manner.
    "You know I never could get my fingers to separate like that," raises his hand to try again put eventually gives up, "Heh, you'd think it would be easy,"
    Thran takes his seat and tries to ignore the conversation in an effort to get more rest before class. Before he realizes that he was asleep, T'Rel wakes him nudging his shoulder. "The rest of the class has arrived. Look who else is here."
    Thran sits up blurry eyed, and looks around, "Um, yes. More pips. Go figure."
    "Yes, but look down front."
    Thran rubs his eyes and surveys the front row of seats to find Adam ready and waiting for class to begin. "Come on, of all the classes," Thran pauses to notice Adam's yellow tint uniform. "He's a techie too. Why's he even taking a tactics course?"
    "Obviously, he must be using an elective. Neither of us has room to persecute someone who feels a necessity for learning tactical maneuvers."
    Thran growls under his breathe, "This is going to be a long semester."

    In order to not seem like I am simply spamming this thread (though I am probably already guilty) and to see how people feel about the story so far I will end my posts for now. If you would like to read more please reply. I will be checking back to see if I should add more or simply let this thread slip into the nether that is the interweb.
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