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The Musings of Raventomoe (Fanfic Short Stories)
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I decided to start putting pen to paper...sorta and write stories set in STO using my crews across the PC and Xbox platforms. I might edit these a bit later for reposting on FF.net and other places (mainly for content as I want to be family friendly here).
But a bit about me, I've been an STO player since just before 'Temporal Ambassador' was added to the game. I've played off an on first with a laptop, than on Xbox One, and finally on a decent desktop since about a year ago. I have headcanons and have tried to write crossovers with STO in the past.
I also was raised on Star Trek via my mother with TOS reruns and TNG and it's era of shows. I watched Enterprise and I am enjoying DSC...Season 2 more than Season 1. I've probably been a Trekkie & Trekker my whole life.
With that said, if you wish to give feedback on my stories; try to do so in a constructive manner and otherwise review it please. It's the only way to improve as a writer I feel is to listen to feedback.
But a bit about me, I've been an STO player since just before 'Temporal Ambassador' was added to the game. I've played off an on first with a laptop, than on Xbox One, and finally on a decent desktop since about a year ago. I have headcanons and have tried to write crossovers with STO in the past.
I also was raised on Star Trek via my mother with TOS reruns and TNG and it's era of shows. I watched Enterprise and I am enjoying DSC...Season 2 more than Season 1. I've probably been a Trekkie & Trekker my whole life.
With that said, if you wish to give feedback on my stories; try to do so in a constructive manner and otherwise review it please. It's the only way to improve as a writer I feel is to listen to feedback.
"The Multiverse, the ultimate frontier..."
Thus begins...Lyrical Trek
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This story's title is 'Funeral Detail' and I take a cue from Spock's Funeral in TWoK though as I don't know any Scandinavian Funeral Songs...well I will go with LEAH's "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"
This is going to be the first of three shorts that lead from the destruction of one ship and the rise of another...
"Captain's Log; U.S.S. Gotterdammerung; Rear Admiral Robin Francis Hasdren reporting; Stardate 84660.14.
It's been forty-eight hours since the Battles of Starbase 234, New Romulus, and Lae'nas III...and only New Romulus can be considered anything close to a Pyrrhic victory even with the only reason being the Iconians and their Herald Forces withdrawing.
It's a somber time for Starfleet, the Klingon Defense Force, and Romulan Republic. Almost half of the fleet was lost. The other half is either in dry dock or doing running repairs as we warp around to avoid being in one place too long. So far though, the Iconians are content with their accomplishments thus far.
The mood aboard the Gotterdammerung is to put it mildly...dour. We lost at least thirty-five souls; including our Chief Engineer Zarva Toral. A Starfleet Engineer to the end, she kept our Warp Core running and the ship together at the cost of her own life. She let herself be sealed in Main Engineering during a containment failure in an attempt to stop a Warp Core breach. Final cause of death I am told by the Chief Medical Officer is Fatal Radiation Poisoning. She did this with the help of both Assistant Chief Engineer; now Lieutenant Eavosi, field promoted from Lieutenant Junior Grade; along side the Emergency Engineering Hologram; Yong. Let the Ship's Log reflect both Zarva's post-posthumously receiving the Christopher Pike Medal of Valor and Eavosi's own courage under fire and her having been awarded the Starfleet Order of Valor.
Yong has also received a full field promotion to Master Chief Petty Officer as well as his own commendation.
The memorial service for the fallen is being held today as we repair the we have taken damage in the last 48 hours..."
Robin straightened the collar of his Flag Officer Service Dress once more in the mirror. "I always hated putting this thing on." He muttered as the uniform was always tight and just rubbed him wrong. He preferred the comfort of the Tactical uniform he always wore. It meant little shifting between that and his combat gear as both used the same under dress.
He turned to face Commander Eliza Flores, a strained smile on her face. The loss of Zarva was a blow not just to the crew of the ship but to their personal group. Kolez had sent his condolences and wish to join any Memorial service but the war had his ship on high alert. Zarva was part of that fateful original Training Cruise command staff along side himself, Elisa, and T'Vrell.
Now it was just the three of them; himself, Elisa, and T'Vrell. He sighed as she spoke to him.
"It's time Robin." He nodded as he left the Ready Room with her falling in behind him as he set foot on the bridge.
"Attention, Admiral on the Bridge." A voice called out, he turned to see the current Tactical and Security Officer; T'Lol, standing at her post. A nod to her in thanks for getting everyone's attention as he took the center of the Bridge. He looked to T'Vrell and nodded before taking in the faces of everyone on the ship, starting from the left side and to the right.
Eavosi was the easiest to pick out with how tall she was. Her cyan skin, rubbery looking on appearance; she easily out muscled a Klingon. She was standing at rest, her large dark eyes framed by the bone-fins on either side of her face. Next to her was her roommate, Luvot; an Orion who had taken up the role of Ship's Counselor after he put in a request based on the recommendation of the Chief Medical Officer...
Who was also present, the Webyno Gatte; the Bajoran woman's Medical Expertise had come in handy over the year-long continuous tour of duty the ship had undertaken not by choice; but necessity. Near her was both her main Nurse, Trauma Surgeon, and the Away Team's Combat Medic; Nine of Thirteen.
The next ones in line were T'Vrell and her department with her secret Suitor in the Reman, Sheklykat as well as the Aenar, Sassan Shahl; the T'Vrell's Assistant Chief Science Officer. Rounding out the department was Nelen Exil, the Voth Xenoarchaeologist who helped put together the mystery of the Dyson Spheres and allowed them to even know how to start going after the Iconians.
The next trio was the Helm Officer, a Ferasan/Caitian Hyrbrid named K'maar. The fury in her eyes spoke of the anger born of helplessness but they would not...could not given in. Near here was the Jem'hadar Karata'iclan and the Hologram they nicknamed Holeeta, given her likeness to Admiral Leeta of the Terran Empire. Her presence was more deciding she did not like being the original's decoy for target practice and defected. She worked along side Karata'iclan as the core of their Assault Team for Combat missions...with far more enthusiasm than was healthy.
Robin turned his eyes to the the final group on the right was made up of two others. The first being Yong, an experimental Emergency Engineering Hologram. Next to him was the Assistant Chief of Ship Operations, Han'chon Shet'liz; a Kobali that was part of the Transfer Program. She was serving aboard to help learn more about Ship Operations in the hope of gaining her own command. She was wearing her new Starfleet uniform, her own request after asking her Transfer be permanent to Starfleet and as part of this crew.
In the area around the Captain's and First Officer's chair was the command staff and one other. Elisa taking her post along side Dal'el, their Liaison with Romulan Republic Intelligence. Next to her was an Overseer from the Hierarchy, Noquar. He had been instrumental in a few instances back in the Delta Quadrant and had asked the Hierarchy to make his post permanent as their Liaison with the Hierarchy and other Delta Quadrant powers they had dealings with.
Finally there was Maya Letsa, their Chief of Operations and a survivor of Vega colony...more or less. She wore the Borg implants that could not be removed proudly as a sign of what she had managed to survive. She was in the center part for something specific as he moved to take the center of the bridge.
A nod of his head had him on Ship-wide Intercom. "All Hands, this is the Admiral speaking." He said, clearing his throat before looking around and sighing. It as never any easier to do Memorial services for those who died under one's command. He closed his eyes to collect his thoughts.
"Today, we mark the passing of thirty-five of our crew. Thirty-five of our family. We lost those we worked with and called friend. We lost a part of ourselves and this ship lost some of it's joy." He said looking around and turning to face the Senior Staff.
"We also lost something important. The soul of the ship..." He stood up straighter and tried to put on as firm a look as possible.
"We lost our Chief Engineer, a woman who worked to make Miracles happen with her hands. For those that went through the Academy with her, we lost a Sister-in-Arms from that fateful Training Cruise."
"But we do not mourn her for that is what she would not desire. Zarva always looked a challenge in the eye and faced it not on it's terms but her own, even if she had to make the terms herself...like any good Starfleet Engineer."
He stopped a moment to let things sink in.
"She died on her feet keeping this ship in one piece so that we can continue the fight we now find ourselves in. I will make no promise that we will come out the other side unscathed because that would be a lie."
"What we will do is make the Iconians and their Heralds pay for every light-year. Bleed ships for every planet. We will make the fight so costly that they will remember not just how hard Starfleet fought, but how hard this ship fought..."
He raised his head high. "For this is the Gotterdammerung and the Iconians were once worshiped as gods...by the time we are done we will make those Gods fear us even after our demise, should it come. We will not let Zarva's sacrifice, nor the sacrifice of the thirty-four others who died in battle along side her be for naught but making any Iconian victory a Pyrrhic one."
He turned to Maya and nodded. "And now, we shall commit our fallen to the Void...Lieutenant Commander Letsa; the intercom is yours." He moved back as Maya moved to take the center, clearing her through before what came out of her voice as beautiful as she started to sing...
"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
When you waken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain"
Tears began to form in the eyes of Luvot as Eavosi held her close, the Orion trying to contain her own grief as the Liberated Borg continued to honor the fallen with her song..
"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
When you waken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain"
T'lol moved her finger along the panel as she engaged the Torpedo launchers...caskets being shot into the void of space at a nearby star.
"Gentle birds in circling flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Oh do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die...
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain"
As the last casket was committed to space, Robin nodded and sat down in his chair. "All of you back to stations. Helm, set course back for Sol...Warp 9." He pondered and realized the crew needed something to hold on to more than just what happened.
"Admiral Hasdren to all decks. I know you need something to pick yourselves up after this so let's get ready to get back into the fight. Computer...play Majesty 'Fight Forever' throughout the ship."
"Admiral?" Elisa asked as hard power rock filled the bridge and the rest of the ship.
"We need something to push us to fight like nothing else before. We are in a fight and the only way we will even win is to fight together...and possibly forever. I don't intend to lay down and die. Everyone who's tried to break Starfleet has always learned we come back harder, faster, and better."
The ship soon jumped to warp as Robin looked to Eliza.
"Even if the Iconians defeat us...we will make our mark on them and they won't forget that it was 'Insects' that injured them so. I'm Scandinavian by heritage...my Ancestors were Vikings and Warriors. I may be an Engineer but I intend to fight hard enough I will earn a place in both Sto'vo'kor and Valhalla."
Inspiration taken from both the New Dawn Trailer and Star Trek: Generations in regards to how this plays out.
"Flores to Engineering, do what you can. The Iconians took the Admiral over for a chat with that orb we picked up during the trip in the hope of ending this war peacefully. Keep me..."
Warning Klaxons started going off as one of the two main Coolant lines started to blow out. Eavosi looked right at it and yelled, "Coolant leak! Everyone out! Computer, prepare to eject the Warp Core; Code Eavosi Bravo-9-5-6-Epislon!"
"Error: Ejection Systems damaged. warp core breach in 6 minutes, 30 seconds." Came the response as Eavosi hit her combadge again.
"Eavosi to bridge, we have a new problem! warp core breach in 6 minutes, ejection systems too heavily damaged. There's nothing I can do!" She yelled, as she hurried her staff out of Main Engineering; jumping through the door as it sealed to contain the plasma coolant.
Elisa nodded and hit the First Officer's override for all ship communications. "This is Commander Elisa Flores to all decks; warp core breach in progress. Initiate General Order 13. I repeat; All hands abandon ship!"
She looked to T'Vrell as she nodded. "Any ship with operational Transporters is already moving into range, including the Llieset, Bortasqu, Mercury, and Voyager. Enterprise reports she is too heavily damaged to move and her Transporter Systems are offline." Flores nodded as the day they feared might come to pass in this war was about to happen just as it ended.
"Contact the Captain and tell him what is about to happen."
Gatte put a hypospray to another patient as she saw Nine and Luvot helping others to their feet. "Alright! Anyone we can't transport out, load them on the shuttles and the Potomac! Let's move everyone!"
The computer chose by random chance to choose that moment to remind everyone just how much time was left as the Medical Staff rushed people for evacuation. "Warp core breach in four minutes, ten seconds.
Holeete and Karata'iclan rushed as many people into as many Lifeboats as they could. "You'd think the ship could wait till after the war was over to retire quietly but no...it has to go out with a bang on the eve of it's end!" The Hologram yelled as the Jem'hadar moved to grab anyone who was hanging behind or had been injured to get them into an un launched Escape pod. So far, their drill time was 3 minutes for such an event but he felt it could have been better.
"Is that everyone we can!" Nelen asked as he rounded by. Holeeta brought up her own tricorder and nodded. "Yep, that's everyone on this deck. It's up to the others. To finis the remaining decks. Let's load." She yelled as they ducked for an Escape Pod, meeting up with their newest crew member.
Turou nodded as she spoke. "About time, we are running out of time...which I know will be hilarious later considering time travel but right now...it's time to get out of here." The Krenim said and then looked to Holeeta. "Turn your Emitter off, we will want the room. Yong already shut his off." Holeeta snarled before vanishing as the Jem'hadar caught her mobile emitter. They loaded into the Lifeboat other crew members. Karata'iclan hit the lever and the pod shuddered as it was ejected and flew at full speed as far from the ship turned bomb as possible.
"Sensors indicate we are the last four aboard!" Elisa yelled as she, Maya, Dal'el, and T'Lol moved to take the ladder down to the second level to get into their own Escape pods. Climbing down the emergency ladder as she reached up and and helped the other three down.
"Let's move! Warp core will be breaching in one minute!" Flores yelled as the last two lifeboats were loaded. She looked around one last time and sighed. "Good bye Old Friend. At least you will go out with quite a bang."
Robin watched his ship with trepidation and worry for his crew as he saw lifeboats launch and fly clear of the ship, towed by whatever small craft could be mustered that had a tractor beam if they could not get clear in time. Shuttles launching from both her auxiliary Shuttle Bay and the main one that housed the Potomac, the ship's Yellowstone-class Runabout.
"Your ship's reactor is now going critical." L'Miren said as she watched her own sensors tell her what was happening. The first burst of light came as the bottom portion of the ship exploded outward before the rest of the ship ceased to exist in a flash of white light as the Iconian Dreadnaught rocked slightly from the blastwave. It's final action ending the war it fought to the end befoe succumbing.
"How many made it L'Miren?" Robin asked solemnly as he took in a deep breath.
"There were only thirty seven bio-signs left aboard but their vitals were already failing." She responded turning to Robin. His head down before he looked up.
"I do thank you for striking this accord, L'Miren and I hope you can reason with T'Ket some in the future. I will make sure we leave your people and your servants alone as much as I can." He said with a nod to the Iconian as she nodded her head and waved her hand, teleporting him off her bridge.
The party was still in a full swing as Robin wandered through the Academy, entering a building that over two years ago he had entered as a cadet. It was true...war was not good for Starfleet's main goal but it was a good way to get promoted if you showed yourself to be good at your job. He wandered around and took note of the relative quiet of this building compared to the party outside. He turned and saw a Kobali, a Talaxian, and a Naussican laughing and getting good and drunk on Bloodwine while a Klingon and a Kazon got into a spar to see who was stronger with them as the audience. Next to them, a Jem'hadar looked a tad lost as the Vorta he was escorting nodded while talking with a Benthan and a Krenim Soldier.
A whole galaxy had come together to fight for it's freedom and peace had been won not with a phaser but a simple act of mercy. A mercy he extended to Sela as Drake had told him she was slipping away but Robin ordered him to stand down and let her go. She was taking stock of her own actions and judging by his conversation with her, she might be rethinking her own actions now. He hoped she'd turn that into something new. He had told her it was never too late to change your ways.
He looked back over to a door he had entered only once before, tapping the controls and opening it to find a surprise. Elisa, T'Vrell, and Dal'el sitting on the chairs with glasses of green liquid in hand.
"Romulan Ale?" Robin asked and put his hand up before anyone could stand at attention. "At ease, I've had enough hero worship for the day. Just hope you have another glass to share." He asked as Elisa produced another shot glass. He poured it full and sat back, drinking it down and shaking his head.
"I didn't see Sela out there...she slip off again?" Dal'el asked and Robin only responded with a nod.
"She's got things to think about so I put in a word with Jurok to not actively pursue her for a while while the former Empress has time to think." He responded as he poured another glass and looked to T'Vrell.
"I didn't think you would be drinking anything T'Vrell." Robin would comment with a chuckle as he teased the Vulcan Science Officer.
"I figured this moment was an acceptable time to celebrate with moderation." She responded as Robin put his boots up and smiled back in response. The silence dragged on as they each took stock of their feelings on the end of the war.
"She was a good ship. She went before her time." Flores would finally say to break the silence. Robin nodded and went deep in thought before he would finally respond.
"She may have went before her time but she saw us to the end. A fine ship. May history remember all she did; To the Gotterdammerung..." He raised his glass with a smile in toast, the other four repeating the gesture.
"However, don't any of you get any ideas about retirement or asking for desk jobs...I've already told Quinn we are going back out there. ASDB is looking at the Enterprise and her sister ship Yorktown...or what's left of them. Enterprise is in better shape but she took a beating."
He looked up. "I am giving the entire crew a month leave except me, Maya, and Eavosi. We are going to work with Utopia Plantia and the ASDB and start preparing for the next fight while getting back to the business that Starfleet is supposed to be about."
"We are explorers and I intend to be back out there and see the rest of you there with us." He put the glass to his mouth and downed the liquid and smirked. "We're going to pay for hangovers tomorrow."
"We are Starfleet. There's an entire Galaxy out there to see and I am not ready for a desk job yet." He would add with a smile on his face and a look to the others.
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