Dark Reflections

[Lord Borg]

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[Lord Borg]

Chapter One

The dark hallways, that�s what there was. There was nothing but the dark hallways, with the orange/red hue that�s seen on Vulcan design. It was quite. Too quite, the weak light shined through the ceiling grates, shining on the dirty, old grimy walls. There was a pattern of shadows where the light was blocked by the metals of the ceiling grates. Where the light shined though, was the holes in the ceiling. They dimly lit up the walls and floors. They were old, dirty. They showed visible signs of age, and miss care over the years. The halls were empty, empty of life, empty of the sound so chains on the slaves. The cramped hallways had no traffic going though them, no sound, nothing. Then a blast from a phase rifle hit the wall, the sparks flew, the energy bore at the wall, scorching the orange/red hue. Then there was shouting, people running back, firing their weapons at something that was not yet clear. The people running were Terran officers. The attackers were rebels, slaves who had escaped custody, and were now attacking the repressive representatives of the evil Terran Empire. The Terran officers were falling back, further and further, as the rebels were driving them back. The Terran officers were firing at anything they saw move as they fell back. A swarm of weapons fire came around them, occasionally hitting them, killing them. The Vulcans, the attackers, moved in closer, their numbers increasingly becoming higher then the number of the Terran overseers. The Terran officers were hitting and killing the Vulcans too, the chaos was so chaotic, that the weapons fire would mostly miss the intended targets, and hit the walls, the floors, the ceilings. The Terrans went further back. Back, back, back they go, towards a door, a sealed door, that one of the officers run towards, and begin to work on the security seal. The leader was still firing on the Vulcan rebels, along with other officers. Their numbers were diminishing, faster then the Vulcans numbers were, as the Vulcans had a large number of supports, while the Terran officers� numbers were small. The panel on the wall made a beep, and the door opened. Officers pored in, with the leader following last. The leader�s hand slammed on the panel, and the door sealed shut, separating the rebels and the Terran officers. The leader, one captain Tristin Bishop, stood there, momentarily, staring at the now sealed door. He started to speak, his voice rumbled though the room.

�How the hell did those Vulcans get a hold of all those weapons and get in here?�

Bishop turned to face the officers that were still alive, they were exchanging nervous glances. Bishop walked towards the center of the room, where there was a table, with an over head light shining directly on it. Bishop stopped at the table. He let out a sigh.

�Security of this facility is insolent. Who was on supervising the watch at the time, and where is the security chief?�

Two men stepped forward, with uneasy looks on their faces. Before anyone could react, bishop raised his weapon and fired at each man, dead on center mass.

�I relieve both of you of your positions.�

Bishop looked around the room. He could hear noises on the other side of the room. The Rebels were trying to get in most likely. Bishop stopped at a man with a rank Lieutenant commander on his uniform.

�Do you know what happened?� Bishop�s voice rang.

The officer was nervous, not sure how to respond. Any answer he gives will probably lead to his death.

�I� I was off duty at the time sir, in my quarters. They don�t have a view of the outside.�

Bishop stared at the young man for a moment, the shrugged.

�Seems reasonable enough, nothing you could do eh?�

The young Lieutenant commander swallowed. He spoke again.

�I heard some commotion, I investigated, and everything seemed fine. That is until the attack started.�

Bishop simply continued to look at the man. Not sure weather to trust him or not. He needed all the help he could get, so he decided to hold off any further �Executions�. Bishop stepped back to the table.

�No one has answered my question. How were the dammed Vulcans able to get weapons? Not only that, but attack this prison.�

No one seemed to be in a rush to speak up. They truly may not know. Most of the lower ranks room�s were shared bunks, which were more in the center of the facility. Bishop started to walk to one end of the table.

�It�s bad enough I got to look at these Vulcan filth, and live in one of the structures they built, but now, I am surrounded by a bunch in incompetent officers, while Vulcan rebels work to kill us all.�

Tristin stopped at the end of the table. He was easily 6 feet tall, with short military style jet black hair, with a goatee that was just as black on his face. He had on a Uniform Pants, and a Black T shirt, as he had settled in for the evening, and had taken the Uniform jacket off. His large arms and chest seemed to stretch the shirt, which the back color of the fabric seemed to magnify his muscles. Bishop could no longer stand the silence.

�Is the subspace receiver working? Can we send out a communication to Starfleet command?�

Tristen gazed the room. A voice spoke.
�If the Vulcans aren�t jamming the signals, we should be able to.�

Bishop looked at the voices. It was a tiny ensign. He had a hand phase pistol in his hands. He was near the communications array; Bishop recalled that he was the facility�s chief communications officer. Bishop walked over to the tiny, frail looking man. Bishop looked into his eyes.

�Well? Why haven�t you sent a signal yet?�

The man just averted his eyes, and then replied.

�Well sir, I wasn�t sure if you wanted to call Starfleet or see if there was a ship near by.�

Bishop realized the man had a point. It would be better, to call a ship that is nearby, then to send a signal all the way to earth. Bishop motioned for the man to get to work, who did so, after an empire salute to Bishop. Bishop turned back to face the other officers. The noises continued outside as the Vulcan rebels searched for a way into the sealed room. He looked at the remaining officers. There wasn�t many, thanks to the attack, that, and there wasn�t a lot at the prison anyways. There weren�t a lot of officers in this area on the planet, as most of Vulcan was now prisons and encampments, all grouped into patches. Their best bet, would be a near by empire ship, one that had troops on it. Though, there may be some troops on the planet that could help. Who knows? Bishop sure didn�t. The young ensign spoke up. Bishop turned to face him.

�I was able to get a hold of the Renegade they are five minutes away, and will relay our message to any other near by terran ship or station. Our signal is now jammed.�

Bishop nodded, and then turned to the other officers.

�We will probably have to fight again. With, or with out anyone�s help.�

The officers seemed to not like the words, then, they in unison, straitened up, and readied their weapons. Bishop walked over to the panel, and stood ready. Any moment now there should be Terran Officers coming up from behind the rebels. Hopefully, they will lay waste to them, although Bishop also hoped there would be a couple left for him to play with. Making a Vulcan scream was hard work, but when the Vulcan caved in, and screamed it was a great joy to watch and cause. Bishop smiled at the thought. Bishop must have been lost in thought for several minutes, because suddenly, there was weapons fire and yelling on the other side of the door. The officers that were in the room with him all took places in locations to fire at what ever came in the door, and Bishop was about to open it, when he but his phase rifle away, it now slung at his side where he reached for his knife.

Oh how sweet this will be. Bishop thought.

Bishop tapped the wall panel and almost immediately as the door opened, a Vulcan backed into the room firing at the officers that were coming the other way. At the last second, he had realized what he had done, but it was too late, Bishop had grabbed the Vulcan, and pulled him back. The Vulcan tried to react, but Bishop had already taken his knife, and stabbed the Vulcan in the throat. Bishop winced as the green blood came out all over his hands. The shooting had stopped, and Bishop realized the Vulcans were lying dead on the floor.

�Someone get me something to wipe this�filthof my hands.�

Bishop looked at his hands with disgust. The green Vulcan blood covered his hands. An officer grabbed a piece of cloth that was on a Vulcan. Bishop was repulsed by the offer, but the Vulcan blood disgusted him even more. Bishop sighed as he wiped the blood away, some smearing at first, but eventually he got it all off. An officer came in from the hallway.

�The Captain of the Renegade wishes to see you.�

Bishop nodded and stepped out into the hallway. The walls were filled with scorch marks from the phase fire, and the floor was littered with the bodies of the Vulcan rebels. Bishop saw some bodies of Empire solders to, it was almost sad to see them. But they died due to their incompetence. Bishop heard the man talk in a communicator, then felt the familiar sensation of beaming as the world dissolved around him.

[Arellia]

Nicely done. Do hope you continue.

[Founder]

Good read. You MUST continue.

[IntrepidIsMe]

Ohhhh, great job,

[Lord Borg]

Chapter Two

The water drops still clung to the window from the rain that was off and on. It was mid afternoon; the skies were dark grey with the cloud coverage. Outside, there was wet. Everywhere was wet. It looked depressing outside. Hoshi Sato, Empress of the Empire stood at the floor to ceiling window staring out at the bleak and depressing looking landscape. Movement caught her eye, and upon investigation, realized that it was a cadet training exercise. A drill sergeant, one who looked as mean as he seemed to be from the window, was yelling and screaming at the cadets as he had them on marching and saluting drills. The drill sergeant was currently at a cadet, who seemed slow, yelling, directly in his ear to give the cadet some initiative. It was clearly not working. The sergeant pushed the cadet on the ground, got down next to him, and yelled again, as the cadet attempted to start push ups. The unknown sergeant stood up and yelled again, violently moving about as he yelled at the cadet. Suddenly, the sergeant upholstered his phase pistol, and fired in the cadet�s back. The cadet flared about as the beam hit him the sergeant fired again, causing the cadet�s body to flare about more violently. Firing one last time, the cadet�s body moved so hard that his back bent upward in a unnatural position. Sato saw the drill sergeant look over at something she couldn�t see, as he again started yelling. Then two officers, came into view, and fumbled at the now dead cadet�s body as the worked to remove it from the grounds. Sato let out a smile, impressed at the sight.

Hmm� that drill sergeant may have a future in command� maybe.

Empress Sato was so lost in thoughts; she had not noticed that Travis Mayweather walk into the room. Mayweather had been her personal guard sense he turned against Commander Archer eight months ago. Suddenly, Sato noticed a reflection in the mirror and spun around, knife in hand, ready to pounce when she noticed who it was. Her eyes narrowed.

�You shouldn�t sneak up on me like that.�

Travis just looked at her then coolly responded,

�You wouldn�t have made it another step had you chose to attack me.�

Mayweather was right. The slightest flinch from Sato singled to him that she had drawn her knife, to which, he responded by readying his weapon, which was aimed squarely are her chest. Sato sighed. There was a reason why she kept her little lap dog as her guard. He was quick, and was always on alert.

�What do you want?� She demanded.

�You wanted to now when the Renegade arrived with captain Bishop. They arrived five minutes ago, and the Captain will be here in ten�

Sato nodded. She stepped over to Mayweather, holstering her knife. He just watched her walk over. He wasn�t much of a talker. She didn�t mind that though, she didn�t want talkers.

�I hear you had an altercation with a lieutenant commander in the court yard today. Something about him being put in the infirmary?�

Travis looked at her for a moment, as if not knowing what she was talking about, then replied.

�Morgue�

Sato chuckled.

�He�s in the morgue? What did he do?�

�He got in my way�

Sato smiled.

Hmmm� my little lap dog.

She inched closer to Mayweather, touched his arm with a finger.

�Well, remind me never to get in your way�

Travis, still showing no emotion, replied to her statement.

�You would know by now if you had�

Sato chuckled again, taken aback by Mayweather�s sudden attitude change.

�My, my, my you have changed in the last few minutes.�

�You don�t have anyone else to trust, I don�t see you getting rid of me anytime soon.�

Sato chuckled again, enjoying his new tone with her.

So the lap dog has guts after all.

Sato leaned in, to kiss Mayweather, when the visitor announcement chime rang. Sato was annoyed. Being interrupted was not something she enjoyed.

�Go away!!�

Sato leaned in again, only to be interrupted yet again by the chime.
�What do you want!!� she demanded.

The door opened and a six foot officer, in full uniform walked in. His hair was short and jet black, with a goatee matching the color. The officer spoke.

�Captain Bishop reporting as ordered Empress.�

Bishop did a salute, while facing forward, standing at attention. Bishop completely ignored Mayweather. Sato looked at her guard.

�Wait outside.�

Mayweather looked to Bishop, then back to her. He didn�t move. Sato quickly lost patience and spoke to him again.

�Move it� now!!�

Mayweather jumped to, saluted, and then turned to leave. Bishop craned his neck to watch him leave, when he head the doors close, he face forward again. Sato walked over to him.

�You�re the Captain Bishop I�ve heard so much about the last few days?�

Bishop didn�t respond, he just stood rigid, at attention of his Commander in chief.

�Hmm� more than I expected.�

Bishop swallowed, unsure what she meant. Sato walked towards him, then around him. Bishop felt her walk behind and brushed against him. She came around the front again.

�Do you ever talk?�

�Only if it�s worth responding to Empress� Bishop replied.

Sato smiled. Thoughts ran though her mind.

Ha! This one has guts to. Hmm, I seem to spark this in men a lot lately.

Bishop still stood rigid. He faced forward, his eyes fixed on the same spot on the window on the other side of the room. It was the same one that Sato once stood at and watched the cadet execution.

Sato spoke.

�I hear you had some trouble at the mining prison on Vulcan.�

Bishop took a deep breath, and then replied.

�The Vulcan rebels some how got a hold of Empire weapons, then lead a revolt on the prison. Those responsible for the prison security have been executed.�

Sato smirked, and then lashed out.

�Yet here you stand before me.�

Bishop held his tongue on his true thoughts at the moment.

�I am not responsible for keeping those Vulcan animals locked up.�

Sato shrugged the lashed out again.

�You�re responsible for that prison and everything that happens in it.�

With out thinking, Bishop spurred out.

�I never wanted to be on that Filthy planet in the first place. I was put there by your predecessor.�

Sato quickly replied.

�Bah! It does not matter who put you where, what matters is that a rebellion outbreak occurred under your watch.�

Bishop growled.

�I have nothing, and want nothing to do with those damned Vulcans, we should just kill them all!�

Sato smiled again. She was getting the reaction she wanted.

�I�m sure, but then, who would we get to mine the planet�s resources?�

Bishop just grunted. Sato walked around him again, looking him over.

�Well, I imagine, you want to get back at the rebels, teach them a lesson.�

Bishop nodded.

�Of course Empress, it�s not even a question that needs to be asked.�

Sato chuckled.

�I�m sure it doesn�t. That�s why I am giving you the Vengeance.�

Bishop sighed. Sato noticed and made a query.

�What?�

�Well�� Bishop began. �I was hoping for the Defiant, it�s no secret that you have it, and that sense you took command of the Empire, it�s sat in mothballs.�

Sato laughed.

�Why would I give you the most powerful ship in the Galaxy?�

Bishop let a second go by before responding.

�Well, the NX battle ships are weaklings by comparison, and I�m sure we both want the rebellion to be crushed, something that won�t happen with the Defiant in mothballs.�

Sato smiled again.

�Well, it�s not in �mothballs�, I�ve been having it studied, to see if more could be built.�

Bishop relaxed a little and looked over at her.

�You�ve had it reverse engineered?�

Sato smiled.

�Not in the sense you�re speaking of. In searching the database, the needed specifications were found. Now they just need to be studied. The torpedoes already have been, and more has been made to restock the ship. Funny though, they cant seem to make them stronger.�

Bishop smiled.

�They won�t be able to.�

Sato was interested.

�Oh? Just how do you know that?�

�Easy, the technology was created by minds from the future.�

Sato still interested.

�What does that have to do with anything?�
Bishop responded.

�I am reminded, by a saying my father once told me. If forget who said it. �A sail boat engineer from the 18th century could reverse engineer, and study an aircraft carrier from the 20th, make copies, but would not be able to improve upon the technology.�

Sato shrugged.

�What ever. You�re getting the Vengeance, and that�s that.�

Bishop grunted again. Sato continued.

�If the Fleet Admiral had his way, you�d be executed. When he saw that wasn�t going to happen, he insisted you get a Moon Shuttle. Admiral Jacobson said that you should get something better, a Troop Transport.�

Bishop, staring strait ahead, had a visible look of anger. Sato didn�t let that stop her.

�I of course, said that you would get Vengeance, after all, you did make up for your failure when the Renegade arrived and ambushed the rebels.�

Sato stepped closer to Bishop.

�Awww� what�s the matter?�

Bishop swallowed, and did not answer.

�Tsk, I�m sure your just aching to tell me what�s wrong with you captain Bishop.�

Bishop sighed,

�What�s wrong is, I want the Defiant. The rebels will win if all we have are the NX battle ships. They make sure they outnumber us when Empire ships are ambushed.�

Sato glared at Bishop.

�You don�t think I am not aware of that!!�

She angrily stepped away from Bishop. She was visibly fuming, Bishop smirked which disappeared as soon as she spun around to face him.

�Tell me what am I to do? Give someone like you the Defiant? Right, and let them take control from me. That is not going to happen.�

Bishop looked at her. He felt pride inside knowing he hit a sensitive spot with her.

�I don�t give a damn about being in charge of the Empire, I don�t want to. I want to kill every damned rebel scum there is, so the Empire can continue its conquest.�

Sato scoffed, she began to pace.

�You can�t tell me ultimate power is not appealing to you.�

Bishop grunted again,

�To hell with ultimate power, I want a ship, one that can lie waste what it sees. I don�t want politics.�

Sato glared at him again.

�Bull, you�re just like everyone else; you want the Empire for your self.�

Bishop felt anger to swell within him.

�I just told you I don�t want the damned office, I want the Defiant, you can keep the office for all I care.�

�It�s not going to happen!� Sato bellowed. �Now get out!�

The door opened behind Bishop, there stood Mayweather, who had heard the whole commotion. Phase rifle at ready, and aimed at Bishop, Mayweather just stood to the side enough for Bishop to be able to leave. Bishop turned and faced Mayweather with a glare.

�Are you prepared to use that?�

Mayweather gave no answer, he just stood there, finger over the trigger. Bishop continued.

�The last person that aimed a weapon at me didn�t intend to use it. The last thing he felt was the barrel being shoved into his mouth just before I fired.�

Mayweather just continued his cold stare, waiting for Bishop to leave. Disgusted, Bishop stepped out into the hall. The door to the room with Sato closed, and Mayweather was out in the hall with him, still staring at him. Bishop turned and faced the wall. With a growl, he punched the metal wall, leaving a slight dent. Bishop hand fell on the waist high hallway length rail, and ripped of a section with another growl and threw it down the hall. Mayweather stepped forward, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Bishop spun around and side kicked Mayweather in the gut, which sent him back. Bishop then did a jump kick to the head which sent Mayweather back to the wall, which he slammed into, then falling to the floor on his knees. Before Mayweather could get up, Bishop spun with a leg coming out, and kicked squarely on the head, knocking Mayweather out cold before he hit the floor. Bishop let out another growl; he then stormed off, pushing a young Ensign out of the way violently as he went down the hall.

[Tuvok8917]

NICE!!! Keep going!

[Lord Borg]

[Arellia]

It looks really great, Chris. The characters rock.

[Theresa]

Nice work Chris,

[Lord Borg]