Star Trek: Abducted

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This Fan Fiction combines several characters that I've used, or in one case over used, and a slightly different element. It deals on the basis that sometimes 'non corporeal entities' need to bring together certain beings for unknown reasons to the beings in question.

Prologue A
Astaroth, Western Kingdom
Katelynn of nothing, and nowhere, smiled.
For the first time, Astaroth's night had fallen, without any clouds, and without any evils. The Death elemental sword had been destroyed, and the four elemental swords had opted to remain there, standing as a barrier around the fallen dark blade, to ensure none could reforge it.
She sighed, as she looked onto the horizon, past the four blades sitting in a circle.
The Fire Blade spoke to her one last time.
"Child, I now have a very different task for you..." Firius said silently, so quiet, that not one of the others in the room, except perhaps the other blades heard.
"After all you have given me, my friend, I think I owe you one more adventure." Katelynn whispered.
"You are going to regret that saying." Firius said.
Instantly, she was engulfed in a strange blue flame that did not harm her... and the next thing she knew she fell hard onto a floor made of steel.

Prologue B
Earth, Cloverdale, British Columbia, Canada The Cloverdale Mohawk
The man hobbled through his normal duties as a Gas Station attendant on graveyard duty... mostly cleaning.
He had finished washing the coffee pots out, and had managed to sweep, vaccum, and mop the floors, in 2 hours. A personal record, mainly because of 'bob'.
'bob' was his cane. It made moving possible, but it also made moving slow.
He sighed, as he watched another pretty blonde pull into the lot.
She paid at the pump. That was the major drawback of Depatie's law, which required prepay. Most hot blondes paid at the pump. It made for a dull, and limited, dating profile.
And considering the mess of relationships he had had recently, he was rather pleased to keep it that way.
His coworker would be arriving shortly, meaning he could go home. He looked at the clock, as it slowly marched on.
5:24 Am.
He sighed, as he hobbled over to the coffee pots, and in a very routine fashion, lifted one with his free hand, the left, kept balance using the cane, in the right, and moved the 2.5 kilogram coffee pot with practised ease, onto the brewer.
He looked up at the sound of the door being slammed on the Blonde's car. Habit. Car doors open or close, look up.
For the hundredth time that night, he stared up at the ceilling.
"To whichever Pagan god feels like listening today, since asking the proper ones individually never seems to work, I'll take unsolicited assistance. Can someone PLEASE give me a princess to rescue?" He said.
He had this conversation frequently, with gods that existed in books, but rarely listened to him.
Ocassionally, he'd hear one. Athenna usually. She only spoke to him, though, when he was talking about tactics and warfare, in his command and conquer games. She was, after all, the goddess of the hunt.
As his coworker walked in he nodded, and she nodded back.
Secretly, he had a huge crush on her... but he also was a close enough friend to know it not only could never happen, neither of them would want it too.
He walked out the door, and turned around the side of the building, sowly hobbling down the street towards home, eventually, 2 blocks, and 27 minutes away. It's not that the blocks were big, it's that he had an average land speed of .5 KM/Hr.
He walked across the muddy parking lot, and stopped to look into a puddle, at his reflection.
And then he tripped, into the puddle...
...and landed... on a steel floor.

Prologue C
USS Angel - A, Bridge
Captain Lauren Van den Hause was getting annoyed with the sensors.
They had gone haywire.
Again.
"Get me that idiot engineer... I bitch so many of them out, I don't even bother keeping track of names, the way they request transfers." Lauren said idly, in her usual tone of annoyance.
"Captain, I'm reading a temporal transition in place." The Lt at Science, a Lt. Tipin Adams, said in a rough voice.
The half-klingon woman stared at her Captain. She knew Lauren's annoyances with Temporal issues, and knew that this meant Lauren would soon need a sedative to stop from puncturing bulkheads.
"Well... I'm not really that surprised. We're orbitting the guardian of forever, and they say it's been acting strange lately." Lauren said softly.
Tipin shook her head.
"Captain, you don't seem to understand. This temporal transition is here, on this ship. Very likely to be localized on the bridge." Tipin said softly.
"Oh hell no." Lauren said.
Of the many temporal transitions the crew of the USS Angel had seen, from the alteration of normal time, which allowed the Dominion to invade, and almost shatter the Alpha Quadrant, to the temporary replacement of Captain Lauren Van den Hause by her 80 year senior form, right up the list to having to restore the timeline, by going back in time to the very point the Angel left Starbase, and stopping a specific chain of events, which eventually led to the lost Vulcan ship mission that changed the timeline irreparably.
Tipin nodded in annoyed frustration at the swirling of Tachyons invading the bridge.
However, when they coalesced into the form of two humans, one in battle armor, or some sort, and one in what appeared to be a company uniform, neither the half Klingon, nor the half Romulan could think of anything to say immediately.
"Well... that's better then last time around." Lt. Commander Kurn said with a gruff voice, as he stared at the two on the ground.

Prologue ABC
Katelynn blinked, as she looked into the eys of a human man, roughly her age. His skin was unblemished by war strains, however, the dark circles under his eyes represented that he normally slept in the day.

Alex blinked, as he looked into the eys of a human woman, roughly his age. Her skin was laced with strange scars, and she had lovely blonde hair. However, she was no fairytale princess... she appeared to be a knight of some sort, based on her rather intricate armor.

Lauren stared at the two semi-concious bodies on the floor, and hit the intercomm.
"Emett, please report to the bridge... we have... guests." Lauren said softly, watching the two in fascination, as they carefully began to notice thier' surroundings.
"This is not like Astaroth at all... we are.. in the stars?" The woman asked, looking out the viewscreen.
"Hey! This is just like that TV Show! uhm... Star Trek! Yeah! That's the one!" The man said, as he looked around the bridge.
This is going to be a KILLER migraine. Lauren thought to herself.

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Chapter 1 WTF? C
(( I know, I have unique choices for Chapter names. ))
Emett glowered at the Tricorder.
"Well, THAT one is your' average human. He has some form of muscle death in his right leg, which I'm in the process of repairing, and his anemia has been balanced. However, his mental condition... he says he talks to gods... I don't know what to do with that. As to the other one, she has many scars, which she threatened to behead me, if I even so much as considered removing, but is otherwise a sound and healthy... humanoid. I don't know... exactly... what race she is." Emett said softly to Lauren, watching them behind a semi-opaque Force Field.
Lauren nodded.
"I get the sneaky suspicion this is either the Guardian, or Q's doing." Lauren said softly.
"Don't forget that business with Gary Seven." Emett said softly.
"Or the rest of the temporal Federation. I know, I know." Lauren said, laughing a little. Just the names brought back a flood of memories.
Emett turned, as the doors to sickbay opened, and Commodore James Morrow walked in.
"Emett, Lauren." The Commodore said softly.
"Commodore Morrow." Emett said, nodding.
"James." Lauren said, smiling at him.
"Section 31 has very little on either of them. The record-keeping databases depict some 30,000,000 "Alex"'s from that time-frame, who may or may not be the Alex we see before us. Narrowing it down to those that worked at a Mohawk gas station eliminates 53. THAT woman's DNA doesn't match any culture we've yet had contact with. Even the Klingon and Romulan Databases come up blank on it. She's ALMOST human, but then again she's ALMOST ROMULAN, KLINGON, CARDASSIAN, VULCAN, you name it, she's probably a few chromosomes away from it." Morrow said in frustration.
Lauren nodded.
"Emett came up with similar results. As to Alex, cross-reference those Alex's with the medical mark-up that Emett is providing. This woman though... I suspect we may not find what world she belongs too." Lauren said softly.
Lauren always seemed to speak softly, but that's because if Lauren had to yell, it always seemed louder, compared to her soft gentle voice. And Lauren COULD yell. Loud enough to make even the sternest of Admirals soil a fresh uniform, if she didn't agree with what he ordered her to do. And she'd let any Admiral know. Damn fast.
Morrow Nodded, and left Sickbay.

B
Alex stared at the woman. They both appeared different now, wearing simple clothing, rather then uniforms or armor.
He stepped down from the bed, his leg, for the first time in quite a while, not hurting, as he put his entire weight on it.
He stared at both the woman he knew as Katelynn, and the forcefield, behind which the rather assertive, and somewhat abrassive woman was likely hiding.
"You know... there are times when I'm reminded of my tribal elder's warning to watch what you say to the gods..." Alex muttered softly.

A
Katelynn stared around the room. The only thing that didn't immediately interest her was the man who found her to be the most interesting thing in the room. She watched all the lights blink on and off, on and off. She watched the displays march out both her, and Alex's heart beats. She watched the various pictures move, depicting both her, and Alex's general health.
She didn't pay much attention to Alex's saying. She simply sat back and watched in fascination.
And then, she turned back to the wall that wasn't a wall, behind which there was the man who wasn't a man, and that rather... abrupt... woman who had... well... THROWN Katelynn into this place, with the gentle man.
Finally, she turned her attention to the gentle man.
"I somehow doubt that this ship is anywhere near Astaroth." Katelynn said softly.
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"Astaroth? Don't know that one. But I do know it's got to be several light years from Earth. No matter what hemisphere your' in, the galaxy wouldn't be on THIS shift." Alex said softly.
Katelynn nodded.
"These stars are rather off from where Astaroth's stars are... Some of them look right, but are far to close... it's almost as if... we're on the opposite side of the galaxy." She said quietly. A tear slid down her cheek, as she stared at the man. She was scared, and lost.
He was incredibly quick to move to her side, and lay an arm on her shoulder.
She stared up at him.
"I promised myself, years ago, that I wouldn't need a man's love. And now, I'm so far from home, and that comfort is the only one being offered me. And yet, I don't think that it's appropriate to accept it." She said almost in a whisper.
This time it was the man's turn to let a tear slide down his cheek.
Figures. I finally find my princess, and she's a bloody anti-romantic. Alex thought to himself.

C
Lauren shook her head, watching the two.
"The other side of the Galaxy?" Emett asked, repeating something Katelynn had said.
Lauren nodded.
"That's what she said." Lauren said, lost in contemplation.
"That would put her homeworld on the fringes of the Gamma or Delta quadrants... it's not like... we can exactly... just send her through the wormhole, or ask the caretaker to take her home." Emett said softly.
"Don't forget the guy from the 2000's." Lauren said, annoyed with Emett's insistent interruptions to her thinking.
"I still owe Q a good punch after the LAST incident. I think I've got a few more comming." Emett said, glaring at the burn damage in Sickbay
"I owe him a few too." Lauren said, turning to leave Sickbay.
Emett scowled.
"What am I supposed to do with those two?" He asked.
"Let them get used to eachother. They both have something in common, it'll help them adapt." Lauren said, leaving sickbay.
Emett glared.
"I'm a Doctor! Not a Romance councillor!" He yelled.
"Lucky for you, she doesn't want any romance!" Lauren shot back, as the doors closed behind her.
Damn you, Automatic doors. Emett thought to himself, as he went back to figuring out exactly what to do with the two mis-placed people in his sickbay.

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Holodeck 4 USS Angel
Emett watched the man from Earth's past. He had simulated what appeared a park, which he called "Stanley Park".
It was apparently, only a 100 kilometres or so from where he said he used to live.
He sat next to a pond. The ducks quacked happily.
He smiled, staring up at the clear sky.
The warrior woman had refused to accept a temporary illusion to help aclimatize herself to the rapid change in her environment.
But the man, Emett was sure, had always had some kind of attachment to this place.
Emett could understand why. In the background of this pond, he could see planes, and skyscrapers, nearly as tall as the Angel.
One was exactly as tall as the Angel, actually. It had some kind of restaurant that apparently revolves around, viewing the entire town.
Emett scanned the area surrounding. It was odd, the island had a view of the Burrard inlet, the posh North Vancouver heights, the Georgia Straight, and yet this man had chosen to view a pond that's view was of the largest city on the coast in that country at the time.
The ducks quacked away, and the man drew his attention around to the "tourism information booth" that Emett was in.
The terminal infront of him, appeared to be nothing more then a cash register, however it's screen displayed the entire program, and it's variables.
The man walked over to him.
"It almost feels real. But the magnetic fields are off. Just a smidge. The computer has the compass pointing north, but that's actually about twelve degrees northeast. It's ALMOST a perfect simulation." The man said to Emett.
Emett stared at him amazed.
"How... did you detect such an error? I've noticed that Vulcans ocassionally note things like that, but few humans are tuned to Electromagnetics to that effect." Emett said softly.
The man nodded.
"I'm aware, Doctor. It's rare. Something with my hearing. I actually find you often hard to hear, I'm glad your' emitters make your' lips easily readable. However, my ears don't pick up Electronically generated noise, but instead, typically will pick up the frequency variations. It turns out that, during a study at a local university, I'm extremely sensitive to electromagnetic fields. They found out that it's part of my abillity to navigate without a map. I always seem to know where I am, and can figure a way to get home, or where I'm going, but they found that high-powered power lines, or strong magnetic forces, can get me lost easily. They spent about a week or so, letting me walk around the campus, and every now and again, they'd set off a high-frequency cell phone, which altered the Electromagnetics around for a few feet. It worked. I'd get lost, until the device shut off. It got to the point where I could detect individual carriers of the cell phones, strictly by the frequencies they talked on. However, Within a few years, the the cellular towers began interfering with my navigation abillities. So I'm not necessarily surprised that you find it fascinating that I can tell you how far off the computer's compass is. It's just simulating a magnetic field, that I'm familiar with. Stanley park was my favorite place. It was far from cellular towers, and barely had reception. It was barren of most electronics, atleast by the duck pond, and the magnetics of the earth were not tampered with." Alex said softly.
Emett raised his eyebrow, and adjusted the compass, only to realize that Tyler had, indeed, miscalculated the North direction, by almost exactly 12 degrees.
"I have to admit to being curious. I've never encountered a human so tuned to thier' environment. Although, now adays, most humans are more tuned to the ship, and it's fields. I'd hate to see you in Engineering. The Warp core... The Faster-than-light datastreams... nevermind the replicators." Emett said softly, shaking his head.
The man nodded.
"That's perfect, Emett." He said softly.
Emett nodded.
"I have to go check on my other patient, pardon me." Emett said softly.
Alex nodded.
"I've got the ducks, Emett. Plenty of company for my tastes." He said, walking back towards the pond.

Sickbay
Emett flashed into bieng, in the way Emett always flashed into bieng.
The woman watched, sitting in his office.
She had taken rather well to sickbay. She seemed to enjoy it's basic layout. Specifically, Emett's office.
She had refused to talk to anyone but Alex, and Emett.
Emett stared at the woman. She was wearing pajamas. She had a cup of black coffee in her hand, and she was reading something on his terminal.
Captain Van den Hause walked in, making sure to not attract much attention.
The alien woman had completely scared the hell out of the poor woman. However, the man from the past, had accepted the half romulan, half human woman quite easily.
It was oddly enough, the Klingon, Kurn, and the half Klingon woman, Tippin Adams, who the man had issues accepting.
Lauren stopped just short of the office's viewport.
"Computer, make the office windows, and door opaque, and sound-proof." Lauren whispered softly.
The computer did not chime, however the windows turned silver, like the walls, and the doctor could no longer hear the tapping of the keys, or the woman humming softly.
"How are they?" Lauren asked.
Emett raised an eyebrow.
"You, the woman who didn't shed a tear when her father was killed by the dominion, have more demerits for assaulting Admirals than any other enlisted person, nevermind a Captain, and have damaged the timeline 83 times without blinking, care about how two people are adjusting to a Temporal accident?" Emett asked.
Lauren nodded.
"I know what it's like to be out of place." She said softly.
Emett nodded.
"He is adjusting easily. The magnetics of the ship are alien to him, but the area itself does not seem to scare him much. It's only the Klingons that spook him. However, the woman is adapting... to sickbay. She is rather intolerant of most people, however." Emett said, looking down.
Lauren frowned.
"Security to Captain Van den Hause." Kurn's voice came through the comms.
"What is it, Kurn?" Lauren asked.
"Uhm... Well... Captain... I think you had best be comming to Holodeck 4."

Holodeck 4
Lauren and Kurn observed through the monitor outside the holodeck door.
"Isn't that a Klingon battle training program?" Lauren asked.
Kurn nodded.
"What's he armed with?" Lauren asked.
Kurn's brow furrowed.
"The computer lists the instrument as an "Exacto-knife"." Kurn said in amusement.
"What level is it on?" Lauren asked.
The Klingon's eyes fell.
"Kurn? What level is it on?" She asked.
His eyes fell.
"Twenty Seven." Kurn said softly.
"I thought the average Klingon, with a full-size Batleth could only take Level 7, at the highest." Lauren said.
"I should point out you only made it to level 12." Kurn said softly.
A stern voice came from behind them.
"I only made it to level 0.75" Commodore Morrow said from behind them.
Kurn laughed, and then turned back to the man, who dodged several fictional assasins.
He hadn't even began to sweat.
"What is he doing?" Lauren asked, as he walked to the terminal.
The Exacto knife dissapeared.
In it's place, two small knives, which had four holes in the hilt appeared. The man placed them onto his fingers, locking them into a fist. Blades pointing out, he turned and grinned.
"Computer, elevate the level once more." The man said softly.
Lauren raised an eyebrow.
"Error; Program does not have a higher level." The Computer replied.
The expletive the man let out was in a language the computer did not recognize, and so it translated it as cheese.
"Error, there is no bacteria infection in the holodeck." The computer said, mildly confused.
Lauren raised an eyebrow.
"Computer end program." Lauren instructed.
The man turned to the door, as it opened, and she walked in.
"Who was the one who created this program? It's very fun. It reminds me of some tom clancey games." He said softly.
Kurn's eyebrow rose higher then Lauren's.
Morrow frowned.
"What on earth language were you swearing in, when the computer mis-translated?" Morrow asked.
The man laughed.
"I'm not surprised it didn't recognize it. Half the people that belong to the tribe it originated from didn't speak it. I can only curse in it. It's not designed for european tongues." The man said with a laugh.
Both the other eyebrow of Lauren, and Kurn rose to give them both an amused appearance.

Sickbay
As Emett watched the man walk in, amused, at not one, not three, but seven Security officers escorting him to sickbay.
The warrior woman raised an eyebrow.
"What happened?" She asked.
"I beat that bumpy-headed guy's video game." He said softly.
The security guards quickly erected a level 10 security field.
Emett stared at him, amazed.
"What video game?" Emett asked.
"It was called Calesthetics or something like that." Alex said softly.
Emett dropped his tricorder.
"You don't have a scratch on you." Emett said softly.
"Some things don't quite... require strength. Some things, just require a little tactics." He said quietly.
The woman stared at him.
"What exactly is Calesthetics?" She asked Emett.
"It's a Combat training program. Kurn designed the first few levels, and he had others finish it. He can't get past level 8." Emett said.
"How many levels are there?" She asked.
It wasn't Emett, who answered.
"Only Twenty Seven." Alex said, annoyed, as he changed out of the clothing he had been given, back into the sickbay gown sitting on his bed.
"Night Emett." He finished.
The woman looked at Emett.
"Twenty Seven?" She asked.
He nodded.
"I want to try." She said softly.
Emett smiled.
"I'll see what I can do." Emett said softly.

Bridge
Kurn was not on the bridge. He hadn't been seen in two hours... since he had requested the security team.
Lauren walked onto the bridge, and stared at the empty Ops console.
"Where is Kurn?" Lauren asked her first officer.
Tippin laughed.
"He said something about being annoyed at his high score being broken." Tippin said softly.
"He apparently hasn't seen LAUREN's score." Morrow said, as she stepped past Lauren, and sat down at the science console.
Lauren laughed. But didn't say anything, as she sat down in the center seat.
Level 27... She thought to herself.
"Lauren! Three... ships... are... decloaking off the port bow." Morrow said softly.
Lauren snapped out of her thought.
"What? Who the hell are they?" Lauren asked.
"Uh... Lauren..." Morrow said softly.
"What?" She asked.
"Intruder Alert! All decks to combat readiness!" The Computer yelled.
"Dominion Cruisers. Seems that the last five years of 'peace' haven't been peaceful in the Gamma Quadrant..." Lauren said softly.

Deck 4, corridor outside Sickbay
The security guards were not impressed, guarding the doors to sickbay.
As the Dominion ships fired on the Angel, the lights flickered.
The security ensign turned to the Lieutenant.
"Uhm... Sir?" The ensign asked.
The lieutenant nodded.
"Yes, Ensign?" The lieutenant asked.
"The lights are flickering." The ensign said softly.
"And?" The lieutenant retorted.
"Three words. Level Twenty Seven. Both of them." The ensign said softly.
"BOTH of them?" The lieutenant asked.
The ensign nodded.
"Intruder Alert! All hands to Combat Readiness!" The computer yelled.
The lieutenant turned to the terminal on the wall, and frowned.
"Dominion. Jem'Hadar." The Lieutenant said softly.
The ensign frowned. Then he looked down the corridor.
Three Jem'Hadar warriors walked towards them. The forcefield fell.
Both the ensign and Lieutenant turned to eachother.
"Level..." The ensign started.
"Twenty Seven." The Lieutenant finished.
Quickly, they both ducked into Sickbay.
"Uh... we have a unique question to ask you two." The ensign asked.
The man turned to them.
The warrior woman looked up from her pillow.
"Is it true you beat Kurn's battle training program?" The lieutenant asked.
"Too easy." Alex said softly.
The ensign smiled.
"We've got a new game for you." He said softly.
Emett raised his eyebrows as the Ensign quickly voiced his idea.
Katelynn frowned.
"Get me a sword." She said softly.
The lieutenant went to the replicator.
"How big?" He asked.
"How big does it go?" She asked.
The ensign turned to the man.
"You?" He asked.
Alex grabbed a scalpel, and smiled.
"I'm good." He said softly.
"You realize, this is against regulations." Emett said softly.
A dominion warrior smashed open the doors, and growled.
"Level 27, Doc. Level 27." The ensign said.
"Point well made." Emett said softly.

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lol. This one is fun. It was inspired partially by a story I have in the works((involving Ms. Katelynn, in Astaroth)), and a slight accident where I tripped over my cane, and fell in the puddle. xD

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Corridor 53, Deck 5 A/B
Katelynn sliced another warrior in two.
She turned, and watched Alex deftly dodge some kind of sharp object, deftly, by kicking a wall, jumping OVER the object, and landing a kick squarely on the forehead.
Then he ROLLED ON THE LOW CEILING, to avoid hurting himself, and landed squarely on his feet.
"Behind you!" He yelled.
She turned, and swung.
Another Jem'Hadar fell in half.
"How many?" Alex asked.
"15." She said softly.
Alex nodded.
"You?"
"27." Alex said softly.
Katelynn quickly turned, in astonishment.
A quick slash, and another Jem'Hadar fell.
"28." He said, laughing.
"Captain Van den Hause to our' guests." Lauren's cadence voice barelled through the corridor.
"Now we're in *beep*." Alex said softly.
"This is an open comm link, Alex." Morrow's voice came from the background.
Alex said a word.
On the other side of the comm-link it translated as "Cheese".
Morrow stiffled a laugh.
Picking up the confused murmers from the bridge, Katelynn let out a grunt.
Alex swiveled around.
"16, and 17." She said, grabbing a third, and throwing him into a fourth.
"18, and 19." Alex said, nodding his head.
"Am I interrupting?" Lauren asked.
"Now that you mention it..." Katelynn said softly.
"You could say that, yes." Alex said.
"Well... I've got reports from a rather cowardly, and yellow looking Ensign, who says you two are armed with a scalpel, and a replicated sword, taking on Jem'Hadar warriors in the decks." Lauren said softly.
"Decks Three, four, and I think Five, are clear." Alex said softly.
"Security reports Engineering Decks have been cleared. In addition Kurn personally has cleared Deck 2. Deck 1 hasn't had any problems." Tyler's voice came from the background.
"Decks 9 through 6 report Dominion Warriors are retreating to the remaining Dominion cruiser." Morrow's voice came through the speakers.
"Security team to Deck 4, Section 53-C" Kurn's voice interrupted.
"Looks like we're getting an escort back to sickbay." Katelynn said, in annoyance.
"Well.... we could keep going, but I don't think Lauren would take nicely to it." Alex whispered.
"Well.. that an the fact that they have those beam-gun things." Katelynn said, in a laugh.
"Yeah. Other then those." Alex said softly.
"The commlink is still open." Morrow's voice said softly.
"Computer... cut the commlink." Alex instructed.
The computer played an affirmative noise.
And then the security team arrived.
"Well. So much for foreplay." Alex muttered.
Katelynn laughed.
"You wish." She said softly.

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USS Angel - Bridge C
Lauren sighed, as she stared around the bridge.
"Report?" Lauren asked calmly.
"We've got reports that thirteen ships were taken. The remaining fleet is currently fighting off attacks." Morrow said softly.
"Starbase 1?" Lauren asked. She still remembered the LAST time the Federation had been under such a concentrated attack.
"Under serious attack." Morrow said, a slight growl to his voice.
"Starbase 31?" Lauren asked.
Morrow looked at her.
"Technically, there is no Starbase 31." Morrow said.
"SHUT IT! You and I both know Starbase 31 is where the current commander and chief of Section 31 is stationed." Lauren said softly.
"It's... under durastic attack." Morrow said softly.
She gulped.
"Delta Prime? Starbase 21?" She asked. She knew both those Starbase names off by heart. She knew that they were the last portion of Federation Space left untouched by Cardassian, klingon, or Romulan attacks, last time around. And that's where she, and a few select others, managed to survive, somehow.
And they had, with the help of a version of herself 80 years elder, the pixians, a low-powered section of the Klingon Empire, now ruling, and eventually, Romulan assistance.
She stared at Kurn.
"Kurn?" She asked.
He nodded to Morrow.
"Stabase 21 is under Jem'Hadar attack. Delta Prime is under Jem'Hadar Control." Morrow said, reading the fleet reports.
"Any of them NOT under attack?" Lauren asked.
"Stabase 12." Morrow said softly.
"We just LEFT there a few days ago. Turn us around, maximum warp." She said softly.
"Why?" Morrow asked.
"Because Admiral Whittenhouse is there. He may be retired, at almost 113 years old, but we need him back. If Delta Prime is under Dominion Control, then Admiral Talyn, Commander and Chief, has been captured. We need someone to take control." Lauren said softly.
Morrow nodded.
"Set a course. Direct-course to Starbase 12. Maximum warp." Lauren re-itereated.
Morrow nodded. The rest of the bridge followed her orders, until the question came to Tippin Adams.
"Why Starbase 12?" She asked softly.
"Because I know the Jem'Hadar. And I know that they can easily patch into our' comm systems. And that they know that Admiral Whittenhouse is holding his retirement party on Starbase 12. AND that he took command of the Monitor, when my father, at that time, in command, died. And that without his assistance, we wouldn't have beaten them back last time." Lauren said, looking down at a padd.
"Captain..." Kurn said softly.
"Yes, Kurn?" Lauren asked.
"About Starbase 12... they say long range sensors have three dominion cruisers, in the exact opposite direction we're comming from. 3 minutes closer." Kurn said, looking worried.
"Van den Hause to engineering. Somebody juice that Warp engine. We need to get that thing sped up." Lauren said softly.
"Can't do it Captain. Maximum warp is exactly that. Maximum warp." Lt. Commander Little's voice came through the intercomm.
"Bloody hell." Lauren said softly.

A&B
A large section of security's offices have been cleared, and had a forcefield blocking it off for the rest of the ship. Two of them had small beds, a sonic shower, and a library-access only terminal.
The main room, combining the two, had holo-emitters, controlled by the library-access terminal.
The Security team watched in fascination.
The computer was simulating some kind of battle arena.
The two in the 'holo-lounge' were quite a fascinating thing to watch. Despite the fact that the man leaned substantially on a cane, and still found ways to dodge the attacks, and deflect off something else. Infact, it seemed with 1.5 legs, and a hand devoted to a cane, he seemed slightly MORE agile then the warrior woman.
She was relying on a fairly heavy steel sword, while he was using his cane to parry, and attacking with a small knife.
The two battled it out for nearly an hour, dodging eachother, and parrying. Neither had a scratch.
She nodded to him.
"Enough." She said softly.
He nodded.
"Computer, end program." He instructed.
The fake arena dissapeared.
Alex sat down next to the library terminal, resting on it.
"Good match." Alex said, out of breath.
She nodded.
"Indeed." Katelynn said softly.
The security group outside stared in awe.
"And THAT is why they have thier' very own level 10 forcefield." The ensign said softly, smiling.
"Level 27" The lieutenant said softly.
Several Leiutenant Junior grades started mumbling.
A female ensign stared at him.
"What on earth... is he walking with?" She asked.
A female vulcan Leiutenant raised her eyebrows.
"It is called a cane, I believe. However, he is slightly more.. agile.. with it then most people who use them." She said softly.
Several of the male ensigns were... not so much mumbling, as drooling.
And then, Kurn's second in command walked in.
"What in hell's name is going on here." Lt. Tyler demanded.
The group quickly broke up.
The Vulcan woman frowned.
"The two of them were battling. It was quite... a spectacle. However illogical it may be." The woman said softly.
"T'vish, I would not expect you to find it interesting." Tyler said softly.
"It wasn't interesting. But it was fascinating." T'vish replied.
"You can say THAT again." One of the male ensigns said softly.
"Computer, unless Kurn or I, or the Captain command, make the guest-room forcefield opaque." Tyler instructed.
"Affirmative." The computer replied.
"Spoil-sport." The male ensign said softly.
"Indeed." T'vish said softly, as Tyler left the Security Office.

Starbase 12 D
Admiral Whittenhouse smiled.
"Admiral... We've got three dominion cruisers on long range scans... the Angel is also comming to assist." A yeoman said softly.
"bloody hell." Whittenhouse said softly.
"Uh... Admiral... You aren't retired. Yet. And you ARE the senior officer on staff, as the Commodore is aboard the Angel." The Yeoman said softly.
"Damn." Whittenhouse said softly.
"Uh... Your' olders... err... Orders... sir?" The Yeoman asked.
Whittenhouse shot a glance at the Yeoman.
"Whittenhouse to all staff! RED ALERT! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!" Whittenhouse yelled.
And then he burst into a coughing fit, at the exertion.
"Yeoman Benz to Transporter room 1. Two to beam directly to the Bridge." The Yeoman instructed.
And then the world dissolved, and re-assembled on the bridge.
"Three Dominion Cruisers, approaching. Weapons hot." The woman at Ops said softly.
"Sir?" An ensign said softly.
"Raise shield. Arm phasers, torpedoes, and that cool particle cannon thingy." Whittenhouse said softly.
"Get a medic. Make sure he's got the treatment for several forms of lung disease, and several stimulants." Yeoman Benz instructed.
"Aye, Medic's on the way." Another ensign instructed.
"Who the hell here is above the rank of ensign?" Whittenhouse asked.
"Uh... sir?" Yeoman Benz asked.
"What is it, Yeoman?" Whittenhouse replied.
"Sir... all of your' friends are arriving on the Hood. It'll be here in a couple hours. But, most of the command-levelled officers left on the Angel, to enjoy a week of ship-leave." The Yeoman said softly.
"Yeoman, I'm 112. I've got a computer processor where my spleen used to be, a bio-mechanical heart, liver, and kidney. I don't understand how any of those devices work. And I haven't the slightest clue what you are hinting at." Whittenhouse exclaimed.
"Keep him relaxed." The medic said from behind.
The Yeoman gulped.
"Sir... you are the only one aboard above the rank of Lt. Junior grade." The Yeoman said in a whisper.
"Who the hell is the Lt. Junior grade, then?" Whittenhouse demanded.
"Uh..." The Medic said softly.
Whittenhouse turned.
"You, right?" Whittenhouse asked.
"Yes, sir." The Medic said, barely able to speak.
"Well..." Whittenhouse said, as he sat down in the command seat.
"Sir?" The Yeoman asked.
"Let's rock and roll." The Whittenhouse said softly.
The Yeoman stared.
"Rock..." He said, shocked.
"and... rolll?" The Andorian medic asked, unsure of the idiom.

Delta Prime E
Admiral Talyn glowered at his captors.
"You can't keep me here!" Admiral talyn yelled.
"Wanna bet?" A Vorta asked.
"Yes." He said, as he decked the Vorta.
And three Jem'Hadar warriors showed up.
"Oh bloody hell." He said, glaring.

[tomparis]

I'm liking it so far. It's an interesting premise.

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[Seven of Nine]

I am very much enjoying this

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Wow? Really... I didn't think this many people READ my fan fictions anymore. lol.
I have to ask, is it this storyline itself, you find interesting, or strictly the use of the USS Angel staff?

[Seven of Nine]

The storyline here. I don't follow the USS Angel at all.

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[tomparis]

Yeah, I'm going to have to say the storyline as well.

I, however, am shocked to not see Lt. Neb Thron at the helm.

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[Curtis]

HEY! Enough "jabber" from you silly squiggy *pies you in face*! Keep writing, excellent story!

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I'm SORRY! I've temporarily misplaced my caffienated writing sense, due to an overdose of Sparkliez.
You want to complain about it? Dawn will frickin kick your teeth in. And she's strong.

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[tomparis]

*Taps foot impatiently while waiting for the next part to come out.*

Taking this long to write the next part of the story has officially been deemed torture under the rules of the Geneva Convention!

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Ask and thou shalt recieve!

Chapter 2
Dominion Battlecruiser F
The founder laughed at the feeble human in the brig.
Admiral Talyn, as he was called by the inhabitants of these weak-minded station, had no idea who he was dealing with.
"Founder, How long until we have collected them all?" A Jem'Hadar First asked.
The founder turned.
"We still need Admiral Whittenhouse, and Captain Van den Hause. Then we can return." The founder said in annoyance.
"Have you heard anything?" A Vorta at the helm asked.
The founder nodded.
"The Rebellion, and the Alliance both, have allied themselves against us. It seems that we are going to have trouble. Atleast we don't have to deal with the Romulans of this realm's counterparts." The Founder said in annoyance.
"Indeed." The Vorta said, noting the intelligence reports on how strongly the Romulans were fighting back.
"Founder!" A Jem'Hadar at Ops console exclaimed.
The founder turned.
"Yes, Third. What is it?" The founder asked.
"There is a ship approaching! It's ID labels it as the USS Angel!" The Third exclaimed.
"Excellent." The Founder said. "Keep the cloak up, and continue the assault on the Starbase."
"Yes Founder." Came the replies from across the bridge.

USS Angel C
Lauren sighed, as she sat in her chair.
"Anything on sensors?" She asked.
Tippin frowned. Kurn glowered. Tyler shrugged.
"Only power-fluctuations on the Starbase." Morrow said from Science.
Lauren nodded.
Tippin turned to Lauren.
"Captain, I've got a message comming in from Admiral Paris." She said softly.
"Onscreen, Tips." Lauren instructed.
Admiral Tom Paris showed up on the display.
"Admiral Paris, I thought you promised you'd never fly a desk." Lauren said softly.
Tom Paris, now in his 50's, shrugged.
"I'm getting soft in my old age. Unlike my wife. Or our' daughter." Tom said in annoyance.
"What seems to be so important that the director of Interspecie Relations has to hail one of the eldest Ships in the fleet?" Lauren asked.
Tom shook his head.
"Lauren, you aren't going to believe this. The Cardassians and the Dominion both deny that they are attacking. More to the point, intel from some... shall we call them 'unique'... sources tend to agree with them." Tom said, frowning.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Lauren asked.
"As you know, or you may not, either way, it doesn't matter, there have been several documented incidents regarding a 'mirrored' universe. Kirk met his counterpart. As did Jean-Luc Picard, Janeway, Sisko, and Admiral Talyn. It seems that our' counterparts, and the Klingon's counterparts have patched things together, in a singular goal; To rid the Galaxy of the Dominion. We've just had reports come through some of our' counterparts' channels that the mirror-Dominion is intending to kidnap members of OUR Starfleet, and force them to save the mirror-dominion's bacon. They only have three targets. Admirals Talyn, And Whittenhouse. And you." Paris explained.
"I.... see. And where... did you get this information?" Lauren asked.
"Well... you see, Lauren... that's kind of difficult to explain..." Admiral Paris said, rather confused on how to say it.
"Ship... decloacking off the port bow... It's... Intrepid class... I think?" Tyler said softly.
"ID?" Lauren asked.
Tyler's face went ashen.
"ISS Angel. Captain... Lauren Van den Hause sends her regards..." Tyler said softly.
Lauren looked back up at Admiral Paris.
"You have got to be kidding me, Tom." She said, annoyed.

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ISS Angel G
T'lauren stared out the viewscreen of the ISS Angel. The Intrepid class ship's counterpart hung there, and for once, T'lauren was not apprehensive about meeting her counterpart.
Not that she would ADMIT to bieng Apprehensive. She was, after all, one of few followers of Peace and Logical ways. Emotion was alien to her.
And naturally, Vulcan society scolded her.
The complacant Klingons, Kurn, and T'pin manned thier' stations quietly, and the Cadet, Tyler, said nothing, as he watched T'pin carefully manning Tactical.
The Security Officer, Brigadiere General Morrow, watched the crew go about thier' business with more apprehension then T'lauren felt.
He was also rather flamboyant about it.
"She's going to open fire! You read the reports! She's the MIRROR of you! While, in OUR universe that wouldn't be a BAD thing, in THIS universe, it IS. And that applies to this situation as well!" Morrow exclaimed.
Kurn rolled his eyes, and T'pin scowled. Both Klingons knew that the General's rantings, while completely biased by his fantasies, never were short. And few people could cut them short.
T'lauren administered the Vulcan Nerve Pinch to Morrow.
T'lauren was one of those people who could cut it short. And she did so quickly, and efficiently.
"Quiet, General." She said, more as a formality, then anything else.
"USS Angel is accepting Visual Contact, sir." Tyler said, as he played his hands over the secondary Tactical controls. These didn't control anything important, like weapons, or the cloak. It simply controlled things like comm systems.
"Onscreen." T'lauren said in a calm and quiet tone.

USS Angel C
Lauren stared at the crew on the bridge that was hers, and yet it wasn't. It was apparent that this ship's version of Starfleet had the same regard to it as her' version of Starfleet regarded her's. With a little amusement, and very little else. It was clear that this ship was the 3 decades behind in technology that the Angel was. Most likely with the exception of Weaponry and Shielding, both of which HER Angel had top-of-the-line... mostly because she devised a significant portion of it.
She stared first at the very Vulcan-like woman in the Captain's chair.
Unlike Lauren, who refused to wear traditional fleet uniforms, kept her hair long, and in braids, and, symbolically, carried scars, and a cane, from an incident in her past, this woman was perfectly kempt. Vulcan-short hair, perfectly maintained Imperial Starfleet Uniform, such as it was, and her legs, thanks to the uniform, visible, and free of scars, hairs, or pretty much any other imperfections. It was also quite apparent that her tolerance for the other Morrow was rather low, as the man was unconscious, in a heap, in the second officer's chair, where as HER Morrow had his arm carefully around her neck, in a caring, and somewhat protecting embrace.
She picked up the differences in Kurn, and Tippin, as well. Not strongly pronounced, but it was clearly apparent neither of them lived a Warrior's life, due to lower muscle tone. And Tyler was nothing more than a child.
I wonder what thier' Emergency Medical Hologram looks like... She thought to herself.
"Captain Van den Hause." Lauren said Formally.

G
T'lauren nodded to her Counterpart. She was somewhat annoyed. It was quite clear that this woman did her best to be different, while T'lauren did her best to fit in with everyone, while not bieng able to achieve it. T'lauren noted the scars on her legs, likely from this Universe's version of the death of the Solaris, which T'lauren had been more then ready to hide the scars from, as well as the need for a cane. But this woman clung to them as symbols, likely of those who died. Her choice of dress, which was actually a rather form-fitting, and aesthetically pleasing dress, was not uniform-standard, and very likely, against regulations, not that anyone was arguing.
And she saw the differences in others. The other Morrow, for example, instead of treating her as nothing, and taking whatever he wished from her, had a loving, caring, and protective flare to him. The other T'pin was more emotional, and clearly in better shape. The other Tyler wasn't a Cadet, but a Lieutenant, and he was clearly less interested in his work, as in T'pin. And then there was the other Kurn. Instead of a cowering, and complacant chief of Security who liked to have others do all the dirty work, T'lauren could clearly see that THIS Kurn liked 'hands on' work, and was quite capable of doing it.
And then someone else walked onto the bridge. A holographic entity, based on the momentary flicker. She had heard of these. What had Admiral Paris called it.... an Emergency Medical Hologram.
"Captain Van den Hause." She said, nodding.

C
Emett sat down in the chair to the right of Lauren. It was the first time the Holographic Doctor had actually accepted his position as Second Officer.
Lauren nodded to the much more quiet version of herself.
"I believe you know my command crew, although I doubt you know more then thier' names." She said in an amused voice.

G
T'lauren nodded.
"Indeed, Except for the Hologram." She said, nodding.

C
Lauren instantly noticed at the word hologram that Emett was uncomfortable. It seemed that the woman didn't believe a hologram could be sentient. Which was the complete opposite of Lauren's beliefs, as she had been good friends with quite a few Sentient holograms, who now served as enlisted individuals, much in the same way Artificial Intelligences were granted basic human rights.
Voyager's EMH, and Emett were, however, the only two surviving EMH Mark I's, and the new EMH's weren't capable of achieving a sentient form.
"Well then. Captain T'lauren Van den Hause, may I introduce my second officer, and Chief Medical Officer, Commander Emett." Lauren said softly, ensuring to use the T' to the addition of her first name, out of respect for common Vulcan namings.

G
T'lauren stopped at that. A hologram was accredited with a rank, and had a command-level title. This was not something she could accept. She viewed holograms strictly as technological devices. It was illogical to believe otherwise. However, her counterpart seemed to believe it. And T'lauren could see why. The Hologram had perfect emotional reactions, including apparent annoyance at bieng referred to as a Hologram, instead of a Holographic Entity, which T'lauren supposed would be it's actual classification, and it had a rather... human... presence, blending in perfectly with the bridge crew.
"My apolagies, Commander. I hadn't known that such a thing was possible." T'lauren said in a neutral voice.
At that point, her own doctor walked onto the bridge.

C
Lauren gasped, recognizing the woman who walked onto the mirror-bridge.
"Montage." Morrow said softly.
Lauren closed her eyes, and shook her head.
In Lauren's universe Montage had been replaced by an Orion spy, who ended up getting beamed into space, and when she had ACTUALLY found he REAL Montage, she acted the exact same way. She had tried to steal Morrow, and had leaked technology and tactical information to the Cardassians, and Dominion. Sorry to all USS Angel staff, I know, it's a huge spoiler.

G
T'lauren turned to see what everyone was staring at, and glared.
Her chief Medical officer was something of a nuisance to her. Not only was she General Morrow's wife, but she also was her first officer.
And the fact that she had very little regard for her Captain, much as General Morrow did, didn't help.
"And introducing, please, no fan-fare, my First Officer, and Chief Medical Officer, Alexandra Montage." T'lauren said sourly, allowing her annoyance, in a rare moment of emotion, to flow through.
"At your' earliest convenience, I'd like to meet aboard either of our' ships." T'lauren finished.

C&G
"Certainly. But I'd rather appreciate it if you left your'... Security Officer, and your' first Officer at home." Lauren said softly.
T'lauren nodded.
"But of course." came the softer reply.
"Give me fifteen minutes to ready my crew, and we'll meet in my briefing room. I assume you won't have any problems getting the transporter co-ordinates." Lauren said ruefully.
"Indeed." T'lauren replied, and the viewscreen blinked out.

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C&G USS Angel Briefing Room
Lauren stared around the table, and swore for just a second, that the briefing room had a mirror in the middle. Except, of course, for the rather noticeable differences in uniform, and personalities.
"Alright, Captain Van den Hause, what's the point of all of this?" Lauren asked her counterpart. The question felt odd to her, but she carefully concealed her confusion.
"Well, Captain Van den Hause, I have intel reports that suggest the safety of you, and two highly ranked Starfleet Officials are slated for abduction by what you would call, the Mirror-Dominion. I, and another ship, have come through, using the 'inclusion' apparatus** to lend assistance." T'Lauren replied
**This device was described in the ST:TNG book "Dark Mirror" by Diane Duane. It is a device which allows Starships to transverse dimensional boundaries, to visit neighbouring universes.
"Dare I ask who the other ship is?" Lauren asked her counterpart.
"I'm afraid, I don't know." T'lauren replied.
Lauren nodded.
T'pin, Tippin's counterpart tossed a padd to all of the 'real'-universe individuals.
"This is what we've got. Weapons configurations, Warp styles, cloaking signatures, all of which cost several lives per paragraph to obtain. Based on this evidence, and the intel we've got from our' sister-ship out there somewhere, we believe the 'Mirror-dominion' has atleast one of thier' targets. We believe it isn't Whittenhouse, but they are getting close." T'pin said softly.
Lauren nodded.
"I figured they'd go after Talyn first. He's got the most knowledge of Starfleet tactics out of all three of us." Lauren said, reading the PADD.
She noted the energy fluctuations.
"They don't have the Omega Particle Cannon?" She asked.
"The WHAT?" T'lauren replied.
Tippin, Kurn, and Lauren smiled.
"It's a device that the Dominion used in what, in our' universe, is commonly referred to as the Dominion Slaughter. About 7 or 8 years ago, the dominion invaded the Alpha Quadrant En Masse through an artificial wormhole in the Tong Beak nebula. They didn't do it slowly. It was a flash-flood of Jem'Hadar. They shattered the Federation in just 2 days, while we were on a different mission. Thier' primary weapon against most Federation colonies was an Omega Particle Cannon. It essentially ripped right through anything, including most of our' shield settings. We had to get... uh... Creative... to fight them back." Lauren said, cringing inwardly at having to rely on, of all people, an alternate version of Albert Einstein for WEAPONS technology.
"Indeed. Admiral Paris informed us about that event. Tell me, do you still have most of the upgrades that He gave you?" T'lauren asked.
Lauren nodded.
"I hesitate to ask this, but the worst you can say is no, may I have the technology he gave you, so if nothing else, if the dominion get thier' hands on it, we can have effective counter-measures?" T'lauren asked.
Lauren grinned.
"I'll tell you what, T'lauren. I'll give you the technology. But you are installing it HERE, under OUR' supervision. And more to the point, when it comes to fighting off the dominion, I suspect we'll be able to lend a hand." Lauren replied.
"Very well. However, we do have a slight problem. Would you mind adjusting your' scanner frequencies to the Cloaking signatures we've provided?" T'lauren asked.
Lauren nodded.
"Van den Hause to the bridge. Please reconfigure scanners to the following specifications." Lauren instructed, and transmitted the PADD's contents to the Bridge Ops panel.
Almost instantly the Red Alert sirens went off.
"All hands to battle stations! Captain Van den Hause to the Bridge!" Tyler's voice rang out.
"I take it that's something of great importance." Lauren said softly to her counterpart.
T'lauren nodded.
"Whittenhouse." She said softly.
Lauren's eyes went wide, and she nodded back.
"We've got to keep him alive. And here." Lauren said softly.
"Van den Hause to ISS Angel. Beam us back, and resume battle-ready alert." T'lauren said softly.
"Confirmed, Captain." Tyler's voice came through the comm-panel.

A
Alex wandered about the holodeck, which was again, emulating Stanley Park.
He smiled, as he watched the ducks. And then he noted something. It wasn't distinctive... a mild change in the ship's energy patterns.
"Computer, tell me, why is the ship changing Energy pattern styles?" Alex asked.
"The USS Angel has gone to Red Alert, after detecting Dominion Vessels attacking Starbase 12." The computer replied.
"Joy. More of those Jemhaldir guys, right?" He asked.
But the computer didn't realize he was talking to it.
"Computer end program." Alex instructed.
The computer played an acknowledgement sound, and the park dissipated.

B
Katelynn finished the last question, and smiled.
"I'm done, Emett." She said softly.
"Alright, let's see... wow. 100%. I'm happy to say you've just made it through paramedic training. You can stick around sickbay now." Emett replied.
She smiled at him.
"Good. I hate the security lounge." She replied.
Emett laughed.
"Too many warriors?" Emett asked.
She shook her head.
"Not enough warriors, too many cowards." She replied.
Emett raised an eyebrow.

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The Angels moved towards Starbase 12, as the base fell under attack. And Very quickly, it was obvious that Starbase 12 would need all the help it could get.

D
"Sir! Shields down to 57%!" The female ensign at Ops exclaimed.
"Return Fire. Torpedoes, phasers, anything and the kitchen sink." Whittenhouse replied grumpily.
"Aye sir!" The female Ops ensign replied.
Yeoman Bentz sat at the Communications console.
"Fighter Squadrons Alpha and Beta, you are go. Target Alpha Target. Gamma and Delta, launch next. Target Beta Target. Theta and Omega, target Gamma, and whatever you guys do out there, I know most of you are cadets, try not to fly into eachother." Yeoman Bentz instructed through the comm panel.
Whittenhouse grinned.
"If this is rock and roll, we must be the dixie chicks." An ensign at science replied softly.
Whittenhouse smirked at the ensign.
"I bet I'm the only person on this bridge that got that joke." He said softly.

F
The Founder stared at the scanners, and shook his head.
"There is something wrong with those scans!" He yelled.
"Negative sir. Two Angels are approaching, weapons hot. However, they aren't the SAME Angels. One, we've encountered before. It's leaking Thaleron radiation like all hell. The OTHER one we've never encountered. I'm reading ALOT of odd weaponry, and devices... and what the... Founder... the Angel we haven't encountered... it's hailing us! I thought they couldn't see through our' cloak!" A human slave at Science replied.
"Ignore them. All ships, targets changing. Whittenhouse can wait. Form up, and target BOTH of those ships." The Founder said.
"Aye Founder."
"Of course, Founder."
"As the Founder commands." came the replies.

G
T'lauren glowered at the scans.
"It seems they don't like us." Tyler said, noting the formation change.
"Indeed. Charge the Thaleron Cannon." T'lauren instructed.

C
Lauren glowered at the scans.
"It seems they don't like us, Captain." Tyler said, noting the formation change.
"Indeed. Charge the Photonic Particle Cannon. Ready the Ionnic Phase Imbalance Cannon. Oh, and Tyler, just to shake things up a little bit, switch our Phaser's current configuration for that little Prism trick that Einstein gave us." Lauren instructed.
"Aye Captain. Photonic Particle, and Ionnic Phase Imbalance Cannons charged. Phasers are switched to Prismatic Configuration. Anything else?" Tyler asked.
Lauren smirked.
"Yes, Mr. Tyler. Tell me if I'm reading this right. Is the ISS Angel charging a THALERON based weapon?" She asked him.
Tyler stared at the read-outs.
"That would be correct, Captain."

G
"Woah! Captain.... the USS Angel... just charged up quite a nifty array of weaponry." Tyler exclaimed.
T'lauren switched her chair's display to display the Angel's energy read-outs.
"What the bloody hell is all of that, Tyler?" She asked, allowing her Vulcan demeanor to falter.
"Uh... You know, Captain, I've never quite seen anything like it. But I CAN tell you that WHATEVER it is, it's rather... messy looking. And if we can't identify it... I doubt they can. I guaruntee this is not Starfleet technology, however. I'm betting this is that stuff that that alternate scientist you were talking about helped Captain Van den Hause and Commodore Morrow develop." T'pin said, noting Tyler's awestruck face.
"Very well. T'pin, would you please charge up the Tachyon Phasers, and the Dissasociator packs? I want the other Angel to know they aren't the only ones meaning business here." T'lauren instructed.

F
The Founder glowered at the display.
"I'm seeing Thaleron, Tachyons, I'm seeing pretty much every offencive particle but Omega comming off those two ships." The human slave said softly.
"Indeed. This is going to get interesting." The Founder replied.

Narrator
The Mirror-Dominion Ships didn't get halfway to the Angels, before falling under attack of Starbase 12's fighter squadrons. However, the Mirror-Dominion ships simply ignored them, taking pot-shots ocassionally.

A
Alex stared around the Security Office.
"Kurn to Security, who's actually present down there?" A thundering voice asked.
Alex frowned.
"Uh... Mr. Kurn, I'm afraid that everybody is playing poker on Deck 13." Alex said softly.
"Damn them. We need 3 teams of four people to board those Dominion ships, or prepare for anti-boarding-party attack squadrons." Kurn's voice replied.
Alex smirked.
"I'll go down there, and pass on your' message, Mr. Kurn." Alex said, making sure that he was ready, Cane in hand, he hobbled down hallway, towards the turbolift.
He only had to find 11 people to give him a hand with this.

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For those of you unaware, the RPG "USS Angel" is currently undergoing a rather odd mission, which has been described, a few times already. It involves the Dominion assaulting the Federation, En Masse.

This image displays what the Federation was turned into.
Cardassian/Dominion troops flash-flooded most of the Alpha Quadrant.
They had problems dealing with the Romulans, and Klingons, however, they shattered the Federation from one very large assortment of planets, starbases, and ships, down to four seperate sections.
1) Centered around Delta Prime, where the USS Angel is currently serving, highlighted in green, was the Federation's "Last hope". It included a very few Starbases, and a few planets, along with Six Starships.
One prototype Federation "Stealthed Eagle" class vessel, appearing very similar to a Klingon Bird of Prey, including Photon Disruptors, and a Cloaking device, however it's not Klingon standard. This is more temporally based. Naturally, nicknamed the "USS Stealth.", Captained by Captain Geordi LaForge. Two Intrepid class ships. The Solaris and Lunara, Captained by Admiral Janeway, and Captain Chakotay. The Fourth and Fifth ships are both Sovereign Classed, the USS Photonic A prototype ship, captained and crewed, strictly by Holograms. The Captain? Voyager's old EMH. The other one is the USS Hood Captained by Commander Wesley Crusher. Lastly, of course, the USS Angel-A((The third ship with that name in the RPG. ))
The section in blue, highlighting Andor and Vulcan had very little to fend off attacks with, other then a few sovereign class ships((Including the Enterprise-E)), and a few Andorian Pirate cruisers.
The orangey section 'above' the Cardassians was manned by the First Federation, and has managed to fight off most of it's attacks, with quite a bit of difficulty.

Anyways, one of the Dominion's new toys was an Omega Particle Cannon. Essentially, it's exactly what it sounds like. It's a cannon that fires Omega Particle-beams at a target, doing, as you might guess, rather massive damage.

[tomparis]

This......story........rules.

I almost started cheering when the mirror universe got involved. I love stories about that.