Chapter Nine
The Pieces
of the Puzzle Come Together
On board Defiant
III
January 25,
2271
2:30pm
Bajoran
General Kira Nurys and Starfleet Captain Stephen
James Ashcroft looked at each other as Captain Sisko,
along with two people who identified themselves as Interstellar President John
Sheridan and Vice President Delenn, were on the screen. They were in his
office, the "ready room", conversing with them and the both of them
were still trying to figure out if this was real or some bizarre simulation on
a holodeck.
Ashcroft
walked away for a moment, concern on his face. He figured that Sisko somehow knew they were there, and suspected that they
may have been seen during the last of the Drakh attack, when they destroyed the
fleet that was the "Plan B", intent on bringing the same plague to
Minbar, as they had to Earth. Things seemed to be spinning out of control, but
it seemed to Ashcroft that if he didn't go down there, it would be the wrong
decision.
He turned
back, straightened his uniform, and replied, "Mr. President, I am not
technically the commanding officer of the Defiant III. That would be
General Kira Nurys. If you don't mind waiting, we'll
talk about this and let you know what we come up with."
"Understood.," said
He turned to Kira, "What do you think?"
Kira looked him in the eye and said, "I know we have to go down
there. This seems to me to be right along the lines of my vision. We can take a
small crew, and I know the Kai would want to come along. It's not like we can't
escape if it's some sort of trap."
Ashcroft went
back to his seat behind his desk, leaned back in his chair, and closed his
eyes, staying silent for a few moments. Then he opened his eyes back up and
asked Kira, "You sure about this?"
Kira nodded her head and Ashcroft spoke a command to the monitor,
"Resume."
Ashcroft
nodded and replied, "It's confirmed. We'll be down shortly. We have to
transport over to Defiant III. Give us about twenty minutes."
The link went
dead and Ashcroft and Kira stood there in the ready
room, silent for a moment. He turned to her and asked, "Well, I guess
we're committed to the path now, aren't we?"
Kira nodded her head and they made their way to the transporter room,
to join the rest of their away team.
2:45pm
Sisko smiled and said, "No problem. It's to be expected. Do you
want to go back to the conference room and have them brought here, or do you want
to meet them at the spaceport?"
Delenn spoke
up, "We should meet them there. We should also bring along Wildstar and
Forrester too, so they can be introduced to them right away."
Garibaldi came
into the room, walking with a brisk stride that belied his age and underlined
his background in law enforcement. "They're getting a little restless in
there. Nothing major, but they want to get down to business. Are they on the
way?"
Garibaldi
thought for a moment and said, "Sure thing. Let me go tell Jeff...,"
Garibaldi snapped his fingers in annoyance, "I mean, Valen,
and let him take over the meeting."
"Good
idea. See you outside at the transport.," said
Sheridan, and Garibaldi left to return to the conference room.
Valendor Spaceport
3:30pm
A huge ramp
began to descend from the ship, and several people began to come down it.
Ashcroft
approached
Once that was
done, they walked their way back to the waiting transport that would take them
to the government palace. The commanding officer from the Yamato that he'd been
introduced to, Derek Wildstar, strode up to him and asked him, "So what
inspired your...Starfleet, is it?...to name your ship
the Wildstar?"
Ashcroft
smiled and replied, "Well, I hate to bruise your ego, but we didn't name
it after you," which won him a chuckle from Derek, "No, we named it
because she was built to get into the tough scrapes. Usually Federation
starship's primary mission is that of exploration, and that is what ours is,
but every ship has to be ready to defend itself when need be. Years ago, the
top brass decided they needed a class of ships that could fight not just one ship,
but also several. Thus, the Andromeda-class was born. The Andromeda's
gone now, lost in the war with the Dominion and the Jem'Hadar,
which I'll tell you about sometime, so we are the main flagship for the class
right now. My friend, Captain William Riker, commands the Hercules,
which is the other ship in the class."
Derek nodded,
but didn't have a chance to ask Ashcroft anymore, because they arrived at the
transport and boarded. It looked bizarre to him, more like a fish than a ship.
Back during the battle with the Drakh,Derek
had noticed them out of the corner of his eyes, and he noted how impressed he
was with their look. They were beautiful, but they were also powerful.
It was a short
trip, but an enjoyable one, as he took in the beauty of the ancient city below.
According to Delenn, it was built after the arrival of Valen during the last
Shadow war. Even though all he knew of the Shadows was from his conversations
with Ivanova, he got the impression that they were an enemy that would have
been almost impossible to beat.
Of course,
with Yamato, he was certain that he had a chance at victory. He looked
over at it and smiled, seeing it docked at the harbor, and still plenty of
Minbari gawking at it.
They landed
and made their way out of the transport. Ashcroft found his way over to Kira, who was bringing up the rear. "Something
bothering you, General?"
Kira nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess you could say that. This
city reminds me too much of the one in my dreams, but this isn't it."
Ashcroft
nodded and replied, "Knowing the way things are going, we might just see
it after all."
A knock came
at the door, and Garibaldi yelled out, "C'mon in," which had the
folks inside the room howling with laughter. Ivanova stuck out her tongue at
her and opened the door, letting in the new arrivals. "Ah, they're here! I
guess we're all set to get down to business now!"
"Now, Garibaldi,
what makes you think I'm not Arthur," jested
Valen.
"I know
that I didn't mail out invitations, but I want to thank you all for coming.
We're all here for a reason, and we are about to find out that reason. Ladies
and gentlemen, may I introduce to you, Genon, a
member of the Legendora race.," and
Genon undid his hood and stood up, and everyone who had not already
seen him gasped at the color of his skin, which looked to be burnished gold. He
raised his hand and spoke, "I welcome you all here, and thank you for
coming. We have a lot of work ahead of us, and a lot of fighting to do. The
enemy that I am here to tell you about is well known to us who are Legendora.
It is our brethren, called the Ragendora, who split off from us ages ago
because they sought to enact their own agenda of conquest and domination."
He produced a
data crystal and plugged it into the reader, and images began to dance in three
dimensions on the table. The ships they saw were made of dark metals, and were
formidable. They looked like something out of a Lovecraft
novel, and their power looked to be immense.
Genon explained, "They have dedicated themselves for the eons
since they split from us to building their war machine to take over the various
universes that exist. The Ragendora want to see only themselves as rulers and
gods, and will destroy any race that opposes them. We have searched the various
timelines for the right people to lead the fight, and we have selected all of
you to help us. I must tell you that there is always the chance that we might
still lose this war, despite our efforts, but if we do nothing, we will all
fail and we will all die. I know most of you have doubts in your hearts, but
don't doubt this: the Ragendora will not give up until they have destroyed
their enemies."
This sobered
them all, and Ashcroft looked around and saw that someone needed to ask the one
question hanging over them: "So what do we need to do to win this
fight?"
Starsha stood
up and walked over to Genon, and spoke with her soft
but firm voice, "This is what we need from you..."
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