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Star trek- Mustang
« on: 06 June 2008 01:48 PM »
Summary: These are the voyages of the Starship Mustang, her ongoing mission: To explore strange new worlds, to defend the Federation from the Dominion, and to boldly go where no man has gone before.  

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek in any way, shape, or form.



Star Trek: Mustang

Life or Death, part 1

Six months of work had gone into the re-fitting of the vessel. Everything it carried was the latest and most powerful made.  It was a Defiant, the Mustang. The first of the refit Defiant class, quite a proud and deadly ship. “I’m getting a second chance at being a captain” Bret McCoy found himself thinking.

“I knew there major changes but I was unaware they had removed an entire deck” Alyan said. “It’s going to be rather cramped in there”
“The whole internal structure of the vessel has changed” Adan replied.
Bret looked towards them. Both of his twin sons were more than overjoyed learning he was receiving a new ship. They had spent three days on end using the training simulator, and by now could probably fly the ship by themselves. They were much like him, he thought, and they shared his ancestral hatred of transporters.

In contrast to them was the ship’s engineer. Aron McManus was a classic Scotsman, complete with the accent. “tha engines are a new type. They’ll cruse at warp seven and…”he was saying. “ther’s a multi-lobed warp core and…” continued, unaware his friends were ignoring him. Having his nose in the ships technical manual wasn’t helping him notice it.

In contrast to all of them was Bret’s stepdaughter, a fifteen year old Trill. Elara was quite thin, and except for her long hair, she could have been mistaken for a boy. She and Alyan were alike in that both were very quiet, and both had an interest in Vulcan martial arts.  

“Commander Aron, I believe you have consumed a bit too much alcohol.” the Andorian helm officer said.
“Aye that I have.” Aron said “You got to celebrate a new ship somehow!”

“Don’t complain, Lran,” said Bret “we’re all overexcited about this thing.”

As the shuttlepod approached, moving up and over the hull of an unfinished Sovereign-class vessel, they got their first full view of the Mustang.
“That is pretty ship” Alyan said.
“Aye, that she is!” Aron said “that she is!”

The shuttlepod swung under the ship and docked in the slot that would hold the captain’s yacht. “The Yacht is at Jupiter station picking up personnel,” Aron  explained “so we can dock here in the meantime.”
“How many of the crew are already on this ship?” Bret asked.
“Thirty-five federation personnel are on the vessel, including a Trill and two Andorians.” Adan announced. He was watching the sensor display “I hope some of them are going to disembark.”
“Why?”
“The ship only holds thirty”
At that moment the door snapped open and their conversation was interrupted by the welcoming ceremony waiting for them.

Amongst the people awaiting them Bret picked out many he knew. Some were from the ill-fated Reliant, but also many new people, fresh out of the academy.
Walking towards the commander in charge of the ship’s construction he began “Commander…” all conversation suddenly ceased. The lights went red, and a recorded voice announced “Red Alert! This is not a drill!  I repeat, this not a drill! A Borg cube is on course for earth.”
“Dismissed!” McCoy said “Let’s get to our stations, folks!”

With that he set off down the hallway with the senior bridge crew following.  

Unfortunally he did not yet know his way around the ship. Rushing into a dark alcove, he ordered the computer “Bridge!” as the greater part of the senior staff piled in around him.
“Unable to comply.”
“Why? And turn on the lights”
The lights came on. “This is not a transportation facility.” the computer announced.  
“Ay wondered why there was a dust mop in my ear” Aron announced  
“Why have you led us to a broom closet”? Lran asked, standing in the door.  
“I thought I’d clean the Borg’s chronometers?” he proffered. “Computer - Beam us to the bridge.”
The sound of the entire crew laughing was lost in the transporter beam.

Seconds later they were taking their places on the Mustang’s cramped bridge.
“I believe I ought to inform you that there are only two turbolifts on this ship.” Lran said
“Thank you. Stations, please.” He paused “Warp core status?”

“Good” Alyan said from the tactical station
“What does that mean?”
“Warming up well.”  
“Impulse engines?”
“Ready to fly, captain”
“Weapons?”
“Ready to blow apart the Borg, father.” Adan said “Retracting moorings.”
“Tell the yacht to stay where it is. We’ll pick it up later.”

At the helm of the mustang, lieutenant Lran urged the ship forward. It backed from the atmosphere bay where it had been constructed, spun and faced the doors.
“Cloaking device- on my order.” Bret ordered
“Is that the wisest course of action?” Adan asked “There is I significant increase in risk of collision…”
“Now!”
Mustang shimmered and vanished beneath its Romulan cloak.  

“NX- 72450. Why have you cloaked?” The subspace communicator asked.
“Tell them we’re busy, lieutenant …” he paused, unable to remember her name.
“Jana Adr, sir.” the trill said and returned to the communication panel.  

Under the Lran’s skilled control, the Defiant-refit shot thought the opening doors of spacedock, and jumped to warp.

Scarcely twenty minutes later, mustang left warp in the Typhoon sector. Around them many starships were parked, waiting for the Borg cube. A Miranda-class vessel, not seeing the cloaked Mustang, tried to fly through then, and Lran had to serve hard to port to avoid it.

Pressing the intercom button on his console, Bret said “Load all torpedo bays.” Throwing another switch, he opened the ship’s PA system. “This is the captain speaking. We are about to engage the Borg in combat. Break out phaser rifles and set to rotating modulation. Let’s stick together and we’ll live to fight another day.”  He hit the switch again, closing the channel.

Turning to Jana he said “See to it that the security teams are armed with every weapon we can replicate.”
“Yes, sir.” she said and disappeared into the turbolift alcove, as Adan moved to the communication console.
 “Commander Worf of the Defiant is hailing us.” he stated.
“Put him onscreen.”
The screen wavered and changed to show the cramped bridge of the original Defiant. A tough-looking Klingon was seated in the captain’s chair.  
“Commander McCoy – I had heard you were receiving a new ship. I thought Riker would have been offered Mustang, though.”

“He was. Apparently, he didn’t want a Defiant. But I have a feeling you’re not calling to congratulate me.”
“I wish to discuss battle tactics. The Borg have not yet encountered our ships. Our torpedoes will tear them apart- but only for the first strike.”
“So you’re suggesting that we attack together? I would call that wise.”
“That is the way of a warrior. The Borg will learn to fear us. Farewell!”
“Goodbye.” Bret said and ended the communication.

“Captain, Defiant has cloaked.”
 “Good. How long till the Borg ship is in firing range?”
“One minute!” Adan said, adding under his breath “One minute till the battle for our lives begins.”

Author’s note:
Like it? Hate it? What parts need improved on? Review and tell me!

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Re: Star trek- Mustang
« Reply #1 on: 06 June 2008 06:14 PM »
 That is very nice sm.
 A couple questions though.
 Has the Treaty of Algeron been lifted to get the Mustang a Romulan cloaking device?
 And why was an entire deck removed?
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Re: Star trek- Mustang
« Reply #2 on: 06 June 2008 08:00 PM »
I'm very fond of opening up a short story and reading short stories with an action sequence first if possible.
Slow lead-ins for new writers can stop people reading by the third paragraph.

The reader does not know he is in a shuttle with these people until many paragraphs down. Set location first (It is why a 'splash page' is usually the first page of a comic.  To set location).

Introducing a lot of crew names real quick can lose and confuse people.

If someone is reading who has not read Star Trek before, Where is Typhoon sector? What are reference points to inform the reader where they are?   Where did they warp to?  Where did the borg arrive (Near what established Trans warp hub?)
 
The captain and crew (mostly family? Odd) seemed a bit too informal and non-military for Starfleet (though I like the family aspect).

Going to cloak and leaving dock in that manner, not answering HQ seems bad protocol. Orders not coming from Starfleet seemed odd.

Philosophical question: Whom do they serve?

Discussing tactical: It seems to have lacked some real tactics. One has to trust the author has some advanced knowledge of star ship naval combat with hopes they will get exciting action sequences in the following pages.

It made me question the authors overall understanding of storytelling structure, The ships and ship systems, how Starfleet functions, tactics, the human condition or the nature of the iconic characters conditions beyond canned responses. Without knowing anything about the author, it left me feeling that the author is a youth and that it was a nice try.

The author probably hates me at this point.  It was all meant to help.

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I would keep trying to re-write the entire opening sequence over and over again.  It is what will make the reader want more...or break them.


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Re: Star trek- Mustang
« Reply #3 on: 08 June 2008 04:20 AM »
ok, this won't be spell checked, but..

Could someone please Delete this topic?

Kinneas the reason for most of the objections you noted is that this is a first draft. My brother created the first draft, and I was suppoused to re-write it before he posted it, but  he posted it  before I could start proofreading and re-writing it. It will be reposted after I finish that (unless my brother gets his paws on it again).

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« Reply #4 on: 08 June 2008 04:29 AM »
I can't wait!
« Last Edit: 08 June 2008 04:46 AM by Kinneas »


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Re: Star trek- Mustang
« Reply #5 on: 08 June 2008 09:26 AM »
This is incredible! Though, when the battle scene comes i want much detail :D
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Re: Star trek- Mustang
« Reply #6 on: 06 September 2008 12:36 PM »
Here is the final draft of part 1 and part 2

Star Trek: Mustang

Life or Death, part 1

The type two shuttle slid through the spacedock doors, it's engines humming from the abrupt deceleration it was undergoing.
“that was a bit unusual” Captain Bret McCoy stated. “you may yet loose your shuttle qualification” he added jokingly
“that was a  doubled warp field dropping” Lran replied
“That you are not supposed to do” Adan McCoy  stated. “Ever” his twin brother Alyan added. Bret's twin sons were excited about their father's new ship, especially since he had got them the position of acting tactical officer for the duration of week-long shakedown cruse. He supposed that level of excitement was standard in eighteen year olds   

“I'm driving here, not you ” Lran said.  the  Aldorian  pilot used  a tone of voice that made Capitan Bret McCoy, sitting in the co-pilot's chair, wince. There was speculation at Starfleet command that she could order around a Borg cube with that tone of voice.

“Spacedock to SC-12. You are cleared for docking.” the subspace radio announced, breaking the silence.

 Lran slid the shuttle forward . The cavernous docking bay was full of ships- everything from the new Sovereign-class battleships to the tiny Danube-class runabouts, all in various stages of construction or repair, were docked around the interior.  SC-12 headed toward a bank of Atmosphere Bays used for constructing smaller ships.

Bret wished his wife were there. She was as excited a he was about the new ship, but couldn't be there because a problem had cropped up in the warp drive of the USS Sovereign. “I wish mom were here” came a soft voice from the back of the shuttle. Elara was a  fifteen year old Trill, Bret's stepdaughter, and often found herself forgotten for she was a very quiet soul.   “she'll have the Sovereign working before the shakedown cruse is over” Bret said “then she'll find a way to get to Mustang”
 
Slowly, the shuttle moved over the top of a  excelsior class. And Mustang  came into sight on the shuttle's viewscreen.  Two years of work had gone into the re-fitting of the vessel. Everything it carried was the latest and most powerful made. The first of the refit Defiant class, quite a proud and deadly ship. “I’m getting a second chance at being a captain.” Bret McCoy found himself thinking.

“I knew there were major changes, but I was unaware they had removed an entire deck.” Alyan  said, standing up to get a better view of the ship. “It’s going to be rather cramped in there.” he noted. 

“The whole ship has been changed.” Adan,  replied.
“By removing a deck, they gave this ship more maneuverability than even the original Defiant.” Lran said
Bret looked towards them. Both of his sons were overjoyed learning he was receiving a new ship. They had spent three days on end using the training simulator, and by now could probably fly the ship by themselves. They  had been even more excited when he had informed them that he had managed to get them both the position of Acting Tactical Officer aboard the new ship for the shakedown run.
“That is a pretty ship” Lran said.

The shuttle swung under the ship and docked in the slot that would hold the captain’s yacht. “The Yacht is at Jupiter station picking up personnel,” Bret  explained “So we can dock here in the meantime.”
“How many of the crew are already on this ship?” Adan  asked.
“Thirty-five federation personnel are on the vessel, including a Trill and two Andorians.” Alyan announced,looking up from the sensor display.
“I hope some of them are going to disembark.” Bret noted
“Why?”
“The ship only holds thirty-two”

At that moment the door snapped open and their conversation was interrupted by the welcoming ceremony waiting for them. Amongst the people awaiting them Bret picked out many he knew. Some were from his ill-fated starship Reliant-B, but also a few new people, fresh out of the academy.
“Capt'n McCoy! It is good to finally meet ye” a Scottish man in Engineering uniform stated.
“Aron McManus.” Bret muttered.  He had not actually met the brilliant engineer before, but   Aron had a reputation for for becoming slightly drunk at the slightest opportunity. Naturally, this was against Starfleet protocol, but his skill at engineering had caused them to overlook it. “how long till we are ready to launch...”

   The lights went red and all conversation suddenly ceased.  A recorded voice announced “ All ships go to Red Alert! This is not a drill! I repeat, All ships go to Red Alert! This not a drill!”
“That's the spacedock main alert!” Adan shouted
 
“Dismissed!” Bret ordered. “Let’s get to our stations, folks!”  With that he set off down a hallway. Most of the  bridge crew, assuming the captain knew where he was going, followed. 
  Unfortunately, Bret did not yet know his way around the ship. Rushing into a dark alcove, he ordered the computer “Bridge!”.  The greater part of the senior staff piled in around him.
“Unable to comply.”
“Why? And turn on the lights.”
The lights came on. “This is not a transportation facility.” the computer announced. 
“Ay wondered why there was a dust mop in my ear!” Aron announced 
“Why have you led us to a broom closet?” Lran asked, standing in the door. 
“I thought I’d clean the Borg’s chronometers?” he proffered. “Computer -  activate a site-to site transport to the bridge.”
The sound of the entire bridge crew laughing was lost in the transporter beam.

Seconds later, they appeared on the Mustang’s cramped bridge. Jana Adr, the ship's communications and security officer officer, was already there.  She turned one final control, causing the view screen to change from a red and green pattern to a view of spacedock. Then she slammed the panel and rushed around to Lran's helm console.
Keying it on, she glanced at the tactical data “somethings up at the typhoon expanse”
 Stations, please.” He paused “Warp core status?”

“Good” Aron said from the engineering station.
“What does that mean?”
“Warming up well.” 
“Impulse engines?”
“Ready to fly, captain” Lran noted.
“Weapons?”
“Ready to blow apart anything, father.” Adan stated.
“Retract moorings. Jana,Tell the yacht to stay where it is. We’ll pick it up later.”
“Sir, we are receiving a communication from Admiral Hayes.” Adr noted.
“On screen.” Bret ordered.

“Captain McCoy.”
“Admiral.”
“Captain, we have a very dangerous situation. A Borg Cube has just entered Federation space. Deep Space 5 detected it destroying the colony on Ivor Prime. It is on course for earth.”
The bridge was silent for a moment as the news sank in.
“I assume that is why spacedock went to red alert?” Adan put in.
“We're launching almost-”
“Almost?”  Alyan intrupted.
“The new Enterprise will be patrolling the Romulan Neutral Zone. We think that the romulans may try to take advantage of the situation.”
“Oh.”
 “..Almost everything we have. The fleet will intercept the Borg vessel in Typhoon sector  in roughly an hour.”
“Mustang will be there.”
“I'm glad to hear that. Starfleet out.”

“All right, Lieutenant, take us out.” Bret ordered.
At the helm of the mustang, Lran urged the ship backwards. It backed from the atmosphere bay where it had been constructed, spun and faced the doors.
“Cloaking device- on my order.” Bret ordered.
“Is that the wisest course of action?” Adan asked “There is a significant increase in risk of collision…”
“The Borg are supposed to have sensor with ranges far greater than anything else we know of. I don’t want them to know about Mustang until we’re ready to strike.”
“Couldn’t we wait till we’re out of space dock?”
“Your complaint has been noted. Engage cloak…now!”
All lights on board dimmed as Mustang shimmered and vanished beneath its Romulan cloaking device. Almost instantly they were forced to do a barrel roll to avoid colliding with the USS Beowulf.   

“NX- 72450. Why have you cloaked?” The subspace communicator asked.
“Tell them we’re busy, Jana” he said t
 
Lran dived between the nacelles of an unfinished Sovereign-class to avoid the looming Galaxy-class starship USS Carolina.
“If you continue this course of action, we are likely to collide with another vessel!” she said.
“With the cloaking device activated, the spacedock doors will not open for us.” Adan warned.
“We can solve that problem. Lran, put us above the Carolina's secondary hull.”
“Aye!” Lran barked.
The Mustang flipped backwards as the Carolina passed overhead, headed for the spacedock doors. The roll ended and Lran brought the ship up and forward, sliding between the Carolina's warp nacelle pylons.
“Match course and speed!” Bret stated.
“Aye.”
The galaxy-class ship, unaware of the smaller escort hiding behind it, slid through the spacedock doors and powered up it's warp drive. Lran was forced to pull up the ship straight up to avoid the subspace field forming between the nacelles.
“Helm, Warp Speed.” Bret ordered.
 
    The Mustang stopped. Then the warp drive kicked in, and it was gone without even a flicker of light to announce it's first cruse.

It was not until they were safely at warp that Lran turned to Bret.
 “With all due respect sir, that was not safe” she stated.
“It was a  necessary.” he responded. “things that need done are rarely safe”
“That was RIDICULOUS. This is NOT THE RELIANT,CAPTAN” Jana shouted.

Scarcely twenty minutes later, mustang dropped out of warp in the Typhoon sector. Around them many star ships were drifting, waiting for the Borg cube. A Miranda-class vessel, rushing into position and not seeing the cloaked Mustang, tried to fly through it. Lran was forced to swerve hard to port to avoid it.

Pressing the intercom button on his console, Bret ordered “Load all torpedo bays.” Throwing another switch, he opened the ship’s PA system. “This is the captain speaking. We are about to engage the Borg in combat. Break out phaser rifles and set to rotating modulation. Let’s stick together and we’ll live to fight another day.”  He hit the switch again, closing the channel.

Turning to Jana he said “See to it that the security teams are armed with every weapon we can replicate.”
“Yes, sir.” she said and disappeared into the turbolift alcove, as Adan moved to the communication console.

“Commander Worf of the Defiant is hailing us.” he stated.
“Put him on screen.” Bret stated.
The screen wavered and changed to show the cramped bridge of the original Defiant. A tough-looking Klingon was seated in the captain’s chair. 
“Commander McCoy – I had heard you were receiving a new ship. I thought Riker would have been offered Mustang” Wolf stated.
“From  what I heard, he was. Apparently, he didn’t want a small starship like a Defiant. But I have a feeling you’re not calling just to congratulate me.”
“I wish to discuss battle tactics. The Borg have not yet encountered our ships, or the weapons they carry. Our Quantum torpedoes will tear them apart on the first strike. Then, they will be useless.”
“Then I think the first strike needs to hit something big.”
“If we could stop them from adapting, we might be able to distroy them. 
“If we damage their shield emitters, we might be able to stop that ability and if we didn't the fleet would have a better chance.”
“Their ship contains more than twenty shield emitters in separate locations. However there is a possibility that they are networked.

“That sounds like a good plan.” Bret said

My science officer is transmitting the targeting coordinates-”
“ coordinates received” Alyan stated.

“Perhaps the Borg will learn to fear us. Farewell!” Worf said
“Goodbye.” Bret said and ended the communication.

“The Defiant has dissapeared” Alyan reported.
 “Good. How long till the Borg ship is in firing range?” Bret inquired.

“One minute!” Lran responded “One minute 'till the battle for the Federation begins.”

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Re: Star trek- Mustang
« Reply #7 on: 06 September 2008 12:45 PM »
Star Trek: Mustang
Life or Death, part 2

“The Defiant has dissapeared” Alyan reported.
 “Good. How long till the Borg ship is in firing range?” Bret inquired.
“One minute!” Lran responded “One minute 'till the battle for the Federation begins.”

Jana Adr reappeared re-appeared, carrying a Compression Phaser rifle and a pair of TR‑116 sniper rifles
“What are those?” Adan asked, pointing at one of the TR-116s.
“New rifle designed for Borg-fighting.” Jana said “They’ll shoot right through a wall.”
“Why didn’t you replicate more of them?” Bret asked
“May I say something rather blunt without insulting you, sir?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I have not replicated more of them because your demented, useless computer just revoked my security clearance! That’s why!”
“I'll fix that. Computer - restore Jana Adr to level nine security clearances.
“Restored.” The computer replied

Jana Proceeded to open the bridge’s weapons locker and removed several hand phasers. Lran clamed one of the TR-116 rifles while the rest took standard hand phasers. Elara   rushed to her quarters and returned with a century-old phaser number one, and began trying to polish the emitter heads with a corner of her shirt.

Then their time to prepare was gone.

The speakers abruptly announced the very ominous litany of “We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships.” 

Here, Jana made a valiant effort to shut it off. The console sparked and several speakers blew out, but the rest continued “We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile."

“Take us in. I want to be looking right up their shield emitter.” Bret said
“I wonder what Borg are like once they’re not invulnerable.” Lran said “I bet they aren’t nearly so aggressive!”

a borg disruptor flashed out, catching an invisible point in space. Defiant appeared, spraying the side of the cube in pulse phaser fire.

  Mustang dived in. At what was really far to close a range, six quantum torpedoes lashed out. Five of the borg shield emitters erupted as they were shredded by zero-point energy. Almost simultaneously, two quantum torpedoes took out a disruptor emplacement as Defiant  attacked. Mustang and Defiant spun away and retreated towards the fleet.
   
    The fleet opened up. Photon torpedoes and phasers were aided by a handful of tri‑cobalt devices.  The dark interstller space was lit by a thousand  brillant explosions. In one area near the lower right hand corner, a salvo of torpedoes found it's way through the  shield and burst against the cube's superstructure.  But the Borg withstood the attack.

“Report on the status of the cube!” Bret ordered.
“It has lost more than ten percent of its shield.” Adan said.
“It’s lost the ability to adapt to our weapons!” Jana shouted
“Bring us about for another run!” bret ordered
there was a explosion and a shower of sparks. Adan ducked as a display above the primary tactial control exploded.   

On the veiewscreen, the Steamrunner-class USS Camaro closed in, only to be gutted by it's own topedoes as they exploded on the Borg shield. It's final phaser burst dissapated easly on the hull of the Cube.

“We’ve lost our torpedo launchers!” Adan announced “Their reload circuitry blew out.”
“We could strafe it with Phasers.” Alyan suggested.
“Good idea!” Bret said “Lran, full impulse”
 Mustang rushed past the cube, firing pulse phasers and a short phaser burst from the aft array. In response, a Borg disruptor connected with Mustang just starboard of the bridge. The little ship shuddered as it lost it’s shields.  Ablative armor erupted in a cloud of metal. Power baffles blew, and mustang spun sideways and came to a stop.

The USS Agustus cut in front of them, and the aged Maranda was literally blown apart by a borg torpedo aimed for Mustang.   

“Warp, impulse, and thrusters are all out!” Aron reported
“so we can't move at all.” Bret stated
“aye. an somethin’s beamed aboard!”

The viewscreen flickered and died.  The last image it showed was the USS Freedom taking a hit in the neck and breaking apart.
 
Lran voiced what everyone was thinking “Borg drones!”
“I confirm!” Jana said “Two in engineering and four near the main magazine.”
“Contact the admiral and tell him we have been boarded!” Bret said       
“Yes, sir” Jana said and began to lower her rifle
“No, not you!” Bret said “If you can see those things, then keep an eye on them! Elara, you can run a com unit…”
She nervously moved to the comm console. Sitting down, she keyed the mike and said
“A…um…tell the admiral our engines are out…a… we’ve been boarded…” the fact that she now had a terrible case of stage-fright was quite obvious. “We should be fine…yes…thank you.” She slumped back in the chair.
“I didn’t think you would get that nervous about an emergency call.” Bret told her “I’m sorry.” 
His apology was interrupted by Jana who said “Captain, they’ve assimilated the magazine controls and are assimilating secondary engineering consoles!”
“We can’t let them assimilate us without a fight. Jana, you and Adan hold the bridge…”
  Jana’s rifle cracked and everyone looked at her “We have one less drone to deal with.” she said, pumping the action.
“Pick off as many as you can!” Bret said “Elara - see if you can flood all subspace frequencies inside the ship with static!” Elara began pressing a series of buttons. Within seconds the buzzing noise from the speakers announced that she had succeeded.
“Lran, come with me. We’ll take the fight to the Borg” with that Bret walked into the turbolift.  Lran followed, putting on her rifle’s headset. The doors snapped shut and they were gone.
Jana walked up to the Captain’s chair and swung it around so that the back faced her. Then she set her rifle on it, and using it as an impromptu rifle rest, began to take aim again. 
The rifle barked again. Jana muttered “Missed!” as she worked the action.
The rifle cracked again and then Jana said “There’s a drone headed for the crew quarters. Something damaged the sights and I can’t risk missing.”
“The engneering crew!” Alyan said “They’ll be assimilated!” he seized the compression phaser rifle from where Jana had set it against a wall.  “Get yourself a phaser, Elara. Let’s hunt some Borg!”

As the security team stalked down the hall, Bret realized that he could very well loose his ship again. mustang was one of the finest ships in the fleet, and he would not let the Borg have it without a fight. Nothing would take his ship without a fight.

His thoughts were interrupted when a pair of drones emerged from the door of the ship’s magazine. Quickly he brought his phaser up and fired, but the drone easily repelled the burst. Lran was firing without even bothering to aim. A drone went down, hit several times by the Andorian’s random fire.       

The other drone raised its arm. A disruptor emitter emerged. It fired. Two of the security guards were vaporized. Then Lran’s rifle went off again and the drone fell.
“Why would they be acting so inefficiently?” 
“The Quantum Torpedoes - they’re trying to assimilate them!”
The magazine door had closed, but it opened when Bret keyed in his override code.
 Inside were two Borg drones, both with their assimilation tubules thrust into the casing of a torpedo.
 One of the security guards beside Bret screamed, and he realized they were surrounded by drones. And at that second Lran worked the action of her rifle again and it gave a dull click. It was empty

Alyan looked out over engineering, wondering where he had taken a wrong turn. He could see two Borg drones below him. It seemed the Borg were concentrating on assimilating the secondary consoles. In one corner of the engneering room stood a strange  device. The green lights emenating from it’s surface clearly marked it as a borg design

“It is a Borg central node” Adan said. Elara pressed a few buttons on her phaser, threw it at the thing. As the old phaser landed on the portable node, it began to emit a high pitched humming.

On the bridge, all seemed quiet.  There was a hum and Jana turned from recalibrating her rifle to see a single Borg drone. It extended its assimilation tubules towards her. She fired her TR-116 at it, but the drone’s personnel shield easily repelled the round from the incorrectly-calibrated rifle.  Adan pulled out his phaser and fired, but the drone had adapted to phasers. He began to fumble with something beneath his console.  The drone fired some sort of cutting beam from its ocular implant, striking Jana in the chest. She stumbled and fell. Adan pulled out something from under his console. The Vulcan pulse wand fired and the drone began to malfunction, raining sparks from its implants. Then a power supply overloaded and the drone vaporized.

Adan slapped his combadge and a buzzing emanated from it. Rushing to the comm console, he deactivated the jammer. Then he struck his combadge again. Knowing mustang’s transporter was offline, he said “Adan to SC-12. Beam Jana Adr to sickbay”. The shuttlecraft still latched to the bottom of the Mustang complied.

Bret shoved the muzzle of his phaser rile through a drone’s personal shield and fired. Even at point-blank range, the beam dissipated against the drone’s armor.  Twisting out of the way of an assimilation tubule, he brought the weapon down on the drone’s head. By sheer luck, the handle connected with the drone’s coronal node and the drone deactivated. Lran shoved a new clip in her rifle and fired again.

In engineering, Elara’s phaser overloaded and exploded, taking the portable Borg vinculum with it. Elara shook her head, seemingly disgusted by her own actions.
 But Alyan, however, almost smiled when he saw the drones freeze instantly. “Let’s see how well the engines survived.” He said and began to climb down the ladder into engineering.

Bret was shocked when the drones suddenly froze. Lran had gained a long scratch on her neck where a drone had failed to assimilate her, and one of the two remaining security guards was rapidly growing pale as nanites flooded his body.
 

“Captain’s log, supplemental. Mustang has been saved from the threat of the Borg by the valiant actions of my stepdaughter, who preformed a risky trick with an ancient phaser. We have captured ten inoperative, but alive, Borg drones, who are being held in stasis. We have lost our entire armory crew and all our engineering crew except for our chief engineer. One of our security guards was partially assimilated, and is also in stasis. While our remaining crew struggles to repair the ship, we wait for news of our security officer, who was severely wounded in the fight with the Borg”.

Bret was sitting outside the sickbay, waiting for word on his friend and former Reliant officer. Elara was sitting beside him, none too pleased at having had her actions called valiant on the ship’s log.

“I was thinking” Elara said softly “I would never have become your daughter if it wasn’t for Jana”.
Bret realized what she said was quite true.
 After his first wife had died, he hadn’t considered remarrying. Then his communication officer had introduced him to a Trill woman traveling back to her home world aboard reliant. They had fallen in love and been married a year later.
Now it seemed likely that he would loose the officer responsible for helping bring his family together. He spoke. “Don’t start mourning for her. We don’t know for sure yet” but his words were hollow and he knew it.

At that moment the sickbay door opened, emitting Dr. Jonathan, the ship’s surgeon.  He was another former friend of Jana, and just the look on his face was enough to tell that he had failed.
“I managed to save her symbiont.” Jonathan said “Adr is wounded, though. It needs to be joined or it won’t have a chance”
Elara’s eyes widened in shock, and she turned to Bret “Is there no-one else aboard?” she asked.
“I’m afraid there isn’t” Bret said “it’s your choice, though”

Elara paused for a second. “You may join the symbiont with me” she said, standing up. She walked through the sickbay door and Jonathan followed. The emergency medical hologram was busy preparing for the upcoming operation and Jana’s body had already been beamed to the stasis chambers. Elara’s only thought was “I never wanted to be joined”.   

A  dozen ships drifted in space. Several were hardly recognizable. There were more than a few  there,once symbols of the wealth, power and ideals of the federation, that were rent, broken and shattered, never to fly again. Amongst the ruins of these the Mustang drifted, but she was not yet dead. Abruptly plasma shot out of her vents, then running lights swept along the hull.  On the bridge , Bret reclaimed his seat. “We have warp drive, Capt'an” Aron announce over the intercom.
“Get to work on the shields”Bret said “Lran, Lay in a course for earth. Warp factor nine!”  Instantly Mustang complied, and unlike the ships around her that would never move again, she shot off in pursuit of the Borg cube.


A/N:
Bret McCoy is a direct descendant of Dr. McCoy.
In case any of you haven’t realized this takes place during the start of Star Trek: First Contact.

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Re: Star trek- Mustang
« Reply #8 on: 24 January 2009 05:13 PM »
somone please delete this topic!!!

Post Merge: 24 January 2009 05:17 PM
Please delete this entire story. My brother uploaded it without my premission!!!!
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