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[Winner] honeymane
« on: 12 January 2010 03:07 PM »
Captains Log Stardate 63555.1 - We have just entered a Star System that Long Range Sensor scans show was recently abandoned by The Borg.  It is not known why the Borg left the system, so we have come here to investigate. End Log.

Helm: We are approaching the system captain!

Captain: Drop us out of warp and engage impulse engines.  Begin Scanning!

Science: Scans show that the system has 11 planets captain, The 3rd, 4th and 5th planets are in the stars habitable zone. The 6th planet is Class-L, the 1st and 2nd planets are very close to the Star and contain high amounts of heavy metals and the 7th, 8th, 9th and 10th planets are all Gas Giants........Sir, I cannot get a reading on the 11th planet, something is interfering with our scans, some kind of directed interference from inside the system.

Captain:  Hmnnnn - 3 planets in the Habitable zone - thats very interesting. Helm - lay in a course to the 3rd planet, lets start there.

Helm: Aye Sir....Entering orbit in 15 seconds

“Sir!” the science officer exclaimed. “There seems to be some sort of particle wake building up on out bow.”

“What sort of particles?” the captain demanded.

“I don’t know sir,” the officer admitted with a frown. “None of the databases we’ve got access to have an record of such a particle.”

“Well congratulations Ensign,” the captain remarked dryly. “I’m sure the boys at the Daystrom Institute will be thrilled, and—“

“Captain!” the helmsman said. There was a small touch of fear in the Vulcan’s voice. Quickly the captain returned his gaze to the viewscreen- which was now a near-blinding lime green.

“What in the blazes is going on here?!” he cried.

“Sensors are dead sir.” The Trill science officer shook his head. “Not damaged, just not reading anything.”

“Contact—“

“The communications array appears to be suffering as well, captain,” purred the Caitian comm officer.

“Okay fine. Let’s turn around and—“ Suddenly the bridge was filled with dozens of figures. Not just any figures, men and women dressed in star fleet uniforms- moving around the bridge rapidly, moving through people, all somewhat out of focus and blurrily. Some of them looked like officers the captain knew, some didn’t… and some looked like him.

Suddenly the whole bridge flashed a brilliant shade of green-white. Before the captain could swear, the viewscreen cleared- showing once again normal space.

“REPORT!”

Various officers shouted out; the particles were gone, and the sensors and comm weren’t blind anymore, but the navigation officer was reporting that the system seemed to have lost most of its planets save the 3rd and 11th, and the computer couldn’t recognize any stars.

They were, however, in orbit around the 3rd planet.

“Sir, we’re being hailed from…somewhere,” the Caitian said with an edge of uncertainty in her voice. “Audio only.”

“Put it on.” The captain sighed.

“Vessel. We apologize for your presence. We did not know the effects our experiment would have on subspace.” The voice sounded almost like a rolling thunder.

“I’m Captain Roberts of the USS London. I’d like to know more about what’s going on.”

“It is unimportant and you would not understand even if we had a hundred years to teach you even the fundamentals of our science,” the voice lamented.

“We might-“

“You do not. We extracted information from the Borg’s primitive implants. We know all about your Federation, and we know your science is not parallel with ours.”

The Captain had never heard anyone call the Borg primitive before! “Please, we’re peace-loving explorers, surely you can understand that?”

“Peace-loving explorers do not wage wars with others,” it said. “Nor do they ban research just because it might be dangerous.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The Omega Particle, human.” The voice almost sounded like it was mocking them! “It is not even a beginning of a beginning, and yet you will never know of it. Perhaps if you should one day explore it, and return, we will talk. But now you must leave here. Goodbye Roberts.”

“The line’s closed sir.”

“Very well. Turn us around and head out. Half impulse.”

No sooner had they broken orbit then the same events repeated themselves in reverse order. Thankfully, within minutes they were surrounded by familiar stars.

“Drop a warning beacon, and let’s get out of here.” Roberts sighed. “I wish we knew what was going on here, or what happened to the borg.”

“Maybe…” The Science Officer shuddered. “It’s best not to know — I’m picking up microscopic traces of tissue and metal, all around the solar system.”

Roberts made sure to drop two beacons.