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Posted on Wed Sep 1st, 2021 @ 4:09am by Admiral Ian Korin

Mission: The Black Planet Rises
Location: Near border of Klael Frontier
Timeline: 242108.31

Previously….Legion Flagship, IXL Whitestar…Near border of Klael Frontier….

“Approaching co-ordinates, Captain,” reported the helmsman to T’Albert.
+comm+ “Admiral,” T’Albert said into the command console.
+comm+ “Korin, here.”
+comm+ “We’ve arrived at the co-ordinates.”
Korin entered the bridge, followed by Feldengast. T’Albert rose from the command chair.
“Sensors?” asked Korin.
After a moment, the TAC officer, a Bajoran Lt, reported. “Nothing on Long-Range Sensors. Nothing on Short-Range.”
Korin looked at Feldengast. “Wait for it,” replied the rumpled man.
“Admiral,” announced the TAC officer. “Sensors have picked up a chrono-tonic distortion field at 4-4-6.”
Korin rose from the command chair. “On screen.”
The image on the main viewer shifted and change, displaying a distortion of shifting colors.
“The diameter of the field is growing,” announced the Deltan LtCdr. “The intensity of chronotons is strengthening.”
“Yellow alert!” called T’Albert. “Raise shields!”
Feldengast calmly produced a pocket-watch from his overcoat, casually opening the cover.
A sudden pulse and the distortion vanished. Instead, an object, seemingly phasing in and out, remained.
“Sensors no longer reading chronotonic energy,” reported SCI. “But, we are reading phasic energy of the apparent object.”
The Whitestar jerked suddenly for a brief moment. “Report!” ordered T’Albert.
“Energy after-shock wave of unknown type,” reported SCI.
“No effect to ship’s systems,” added an OPS officer. “Dampeners glitched but compensated.”
“Phasing of object appears to be stabilizing,” added SCI.
“It’s a ship, Admiral,” interjected TAC. “Computer indicates Federation design.” There was a pause. “Intrepid-class explorer.”
Feldengast snapped his watch closed. “Right on time.”
“Identification?” asked Korin.
T’Albert had moved to the OPS station. His expression was disbelief. “Are you certain?” he asked the OPS. “Confirmed, Captain.”
T’Albert looked first at Korin, then the vessel on the viewer. “Starfleet designation, NCC-74656, USS…”
“Voyager,” finished Feldengast.


Korin turned to Feldengast. “Voyager? Why?”
The little man in the yellow overcoat removed his fedora and scratched his head. “Well,” Feldengast replied replacing the hat atop his head, “it has to do with their timeline…or rather the hiccup in their timeline.”
“I really hate temporal crap,” muttered T’Albert. Korin gave T’Albert an annoyed look, then looked back at Feldengast.
“Scan Voyager,” ordered Korin. “That is not a sufficient answer, Feldengast.”
Feldengast shrugged, “It’s true, none-the-less.” Korin’s annoyance did not lessen.
“Alright,” Feldengast conceded, walking toward the main viewer. “It has to do with the period when they kept time-jumping…not that it was their fault.” The little glanced at the viewer and the Federation ship drifting in space. “It’s mentioned in the Voyager logs…it was time when the Kremins were attempting to influence temporal events. It was eventual resolved, and the year of hell for the Voyager crew is not even a memory.”
Korin looked at Voyager, then back to Feldengast. “If that’s the case, then why is Voyager here?”
Feldengast removed a mult-colored yoyo from a pocket and began playing with it. “That’s the thing about playing around with time, you still create fractures that require healing.”
T’Albert had walked to the Sensor Station. “Are these readings confirmed?” he asked the officer. “Confirmed, Captain.”
Korin looked at T’Albert. “Admiral, she’s drifting. Power fluctuations throughout. Life support is barely there. Propulsion is offline. Weapons offline. Shields at minimum. Should I continue?”
Korin looked back the main viewer. “What’s actually working on her at the moment?”
“We are getting life signs,” T’Albert replied. “If Feldengast is right, we can’t leave Voyager…”
“The ship and crew are helpless,” continued the little man. “And this close to the Klael…”
“The energy from the distort will be noted,” finished Korin. “T’Albert, organize medical and repair teams. I wanted fighters to serve as scouts and supports. Use their sensors to extend our scanning range.”
T’Albert raised his hand. “We might not be Starfleet, but don’t we still follow Prime Directive? We are dealing with a ship of the past…”
“No, mister T’Albert,” assured Feldengast. “If that ship doesn’t return to it’s timeline, no matter it’s current temporal position, then we will have problems.”
“And when they do return,” continued T’Albert, “Voyager’s crew will not reminder anything?”
Feldengast paused, a whimsical expression on his face with eyes looking up, shaking his head positively. “Yep, that’s about it.”
T’Albert stared at Feldengast, then to Korin. “Okay, then.” And stepped onto the turbolift.
“Helm!” commanded Korin, “Ease us in close enough to lock tractor beam and extend our shields.”


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