[Phase 3]: Leviathan

Description

The Tkon are not the only powerful and enigmatic ancient race in the galaxy. Other powers have noticed the effects of the Tkon crisis. In 300 words or less, write a piece of flash fiction related to this image. Flash fiction might be a snippet of a story, a description of a feeling, or a full narrative.

 

Criteria

  • Entries must be submitted directly into the submission box.
  • Entries may be no more than 300 words long.
  • Entries should reference the image being used for the contest.
  • Entries will be assessed based primarily on style, relation to the image, coherence with Star Trek and fleet canon, and creativity, with spelling and grammar being used for tie-breaking purposes.

Winners

Submissions

User Content Date Entry
Struan MacLeod (#2197)

User: bri.whyte
TF: 93

Entry:
The viewscreen depicted mostly clouds of dust and gas hanging in space. Something caused the cloud to move, breaking apart and revealing some kind of surface with windows? The viewscreen refocused, zooming out again and again in an attempt to capture an image of whatever faced them now. It was indeed a ship, and it was truly vast.
The grey hull blended in with the dust clouds but it was unthinkable that something so huge could be so close without being detected earlier. Despite the size of the vessel, the windows were relatively small. Whoever these aliens were, they were likely to be not much different from humans in size. That would mean that this ship would be the equivalent of flying a large city through space. Were they nomadic perhaps? More urgent questions came to mind. Could they be hostile? The engineering involved in such a ship suggested that they were likely to be quite advanced technologically, so would an Intrepid-class stand a chance against it? It was like a rowing boat approaching a blue whale. Were they even aware of our presence?

 2021-09-17 22:38:34
Vausees Vax (#2184)

Word count: 289

Stardate: 74542.4

Time: 0000 hours

Location: Gamma Quadrant - Uncharted Space

Zazzuit finally had her own ship, she had followed in her mentor's footsteps and had requested that her ship be placed in the Gamma Quadrant. Fear could be tasted in her mouth as she sat in the Command chair staring into the viewscreen that lay before her. A massive ship loomed in the orbit of a planet that she had been instructed to investigate, a possible location of one of the missing Tkon Beacons. But now, here she was, her first mission as Captain of an Argonaut class ship, a near-identical one to her former Captain’s.

She turned to her Operations Officer and looked the man in the eyes, “Chief, what can you tell me about this massive ship?” She asked as she turned back towards the viewscreen.

The Chief shook his head as he tried to scan the ship, “I am not entirely sure, Captain,” he stated as he looked up from his console, “I can tell you this much though,” he says as he looks at the viewscreen, “Those cloud’s that are around the ship are not natural.”

Zazzuit nodded to her Operations Officer's comment, “Hail them.”

The Operations Officer nodded and tapped on a holographic icon. He looked up at the viewscreen and nothing happened. Suddenly the viewscreen changed to a view of solid black and a high-pitched screech could be heard. Before his Captain could order it he closed the connection.

Zazzuit suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Could she complete her mission and capture the Tkon Beacon or would this be her last stand, she thought to herself. She hoped that they would be a peaceful race, whoever they were.

 2021-09-10 05:41:25
Jackson Porter (#2115)

“Captain, the Tkon ship is powering up.”

K’Tar looked up to the viewscreen to see the massive ship’s lights come alive. “We can’t let them get underway. Lieutenant, target their engines, maybe we can at least keep them at sublight speeds.”

The tactical officer’s hands flew over the console. “That won’t do much, sir. Our torpedoes will barely do any damage against their shields and armor.”

“What’s the location of the rest of our fleet?” K’Tar asked.

“They’re currently engaged with another Tkon ship on the edge of the sector.”

K’Tar slammed his fist down on the armrest of his seat. “What if we ejected out warp core and detonated it against their hull?”

“Then it would take us over a decade to get to the nearest Federation base,” the Andorian first officer Lieutenant Commander Shron replied.

Looking around the bridge, K’Tar finally stood up and adjusted his red uniform, which often got caught on his large Klingon frame. “Helm, prepare to go to maximum warp.”

“We’re leaving?” Shron exclaimed.

“No…all of you are leaving.” K’Tar pushed the comm. “All hands, this is the captain. Abandon ship, I repeat, abandon ship. Get to the escape pods and shuttles.” He turned to Shron. “That’s an order, commander.”

Shron nodded. “It’s been an honor, sir.” K’Tar returned a nod and let the crew leave. Once the bridge was empty, K’Tar sat at the helm and waited for all the pods and shuttles to be clear. A few minutes later, the last shuttle left, leaving him alone on the ship.

“Today is a good day to die!” K’Tar exclaimed as he activated the warp engines and brought both ships to their final destinations.

 2021-09-09 18:27:06
Henry Maxwell (#2223)

With his arms folded across his chest, Lieutenant Commander Walker stood there next to Commander Henry Maxwell, both standing before their seats on board one of the new California Class vessels. After the chaos of the Omega Molecules and the Omega Directive, they were finally tasked with something that Walker and his team of Engineers could do, and that was getting their hands dirty and getting one of many beacons back online. But right now, they were in orbit of a planet of some system that was right on the border between Federation and Romulan Space. Maxwell assured that he could lie about how the system was just a tiny bit more inside Federation Space than it was in Romulan Space.

“Are we certain that one of the beacons is here, Commander?” Walker asked.

“I grew tired of sitting around at Devron and doing nothing while you guys did all the hard work, so after I left my position, I remembered that a beacon was located somewhere in this system and I believe this planet here has it.” Maxwell told him.

“I suppose we will find out once the sensors tells us something. Anything, Lieutenant?” Walker looked over his shoulder at the science officer.

“Nothing yet, sir. I’m running through all spectrums and...wait a minute...uhh...Commanders. Something is decloaking directly in front of us. And it’s...oh my god.” The officer looked up from their console to the view screen, making Walker do the same and his mouth nearly dropped.

Ripples in space before them began to reveal several dark hull materials that would soon form the shape of a massive winged vessel that basically dwarfed their own. It was a Scimitar.

Maxwell swallowed hard, “Oh hell to the N-O. Get us the hell out of here!”

(Wordcount on Google Doc said 299 so hopefully being border close to 300 won't be a bad thing. -JShepard)

 2021-09-06 17:13:21
Yanrel Vex (#245)

Mystery surrounded every aspect of our discovery. From the errant sensor readings coming from this strange new vessel, to its location far out here in the middle of the Delta quadrant, there were an increasing number of questions being asked, and so very few answers coming from it.

“Captain, we have a visual.” The tactical officer said.

“Onscreen.” I replied, and stood from my captain’s chair.

Before me was a vessel as incredible as it was bizarre. It appeared to us as if it were something from beyond the very depths of time itself. It seemed ancient and yet so very advanced compared to our own ship.
The nebulous matter surrounding, clouds of blue and purple material from a nova long past for which this ship could very well have been present for, only furthered this image of mystery and enigma.

“Hail them.” I ordered.

“No response.” The communications officer returned.

“Whoever in the universe are these people,’ I asked myself, ‘and what brings them here, to this place, now?”

“Captain, they’re scanning us.” My tactical officer suddenly alerted me.

“Good, let them.”

A pale green light suddenly shone from the vessel’s forward hull as it scanned our small Intrepid-class ship.

“Now we’re on an even playing field, you and us,’ I said, bridging my fingers and starring at the strange vessel on the viewscreen, ‘two strangers in a strange land.”

 2021-09-04 21:44:15
Maxwell Stafford (#837)

‘Holy Shit.’ Captain Holland was glad he hadn’t put voice to that particular thought as the Voth City Ship slowed to sublight speed. In his wildest dreams, Holland never thought he’d see one of those Leviathan’s in the flesh, never mind get this close. The Voth could wipe his ship from existence in the blink of an eye without breaking a sweat if they were so inclined. They wouldn’t stand a chance. It was humbling.

His heart was pounding in his chest so hard he was sure it would burst out of his chest any moment, like a scene from some ancient human sci-fi movie about aliens. He wiped sweaty palms on his pants leg. What could have brought them so far from home? Whatever it was, it was enough to bring them to the other side of the galaxy, back to the region of space they’d come from, although Vota doctrine strongly denied this particular assertion.

Omega. That had to be it. Holland knew that the crisis wasn’t limited to the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, it was galaxy wide and it had obviously gotten the Voth’s attention. They’d also clearly been able to trace the source of the problem back to the former Tkon Empire. Starfleet had already determined how to rectify the problem and starships were being dispatched to repair ancient Tkon beacons and restore the galactic barrier.

All this speculation was getting them nowhere. They needed to get some solid answers and there was only one way to do that.

“Open a channel to the Voth ship.”

 2021-09-04 17:01:15
Luke Duncan (#1759)

Within a blink of an eye it had all happened so quickly that Captain Horatio McCallister hadn’t expected the massive object before him to appear. The Delta Quadrant was certainly throwing numerous surprises at him and his crew.

The proximity alarms had gone off first, followed by his Vulcan tactical officer announcing they were reading a massive spatial displacement dead ahead of them. The image on the main screen was then distorted. Moving from the calm but scary view of a class eleven nebula to one now filled with probably the biggest ship the young captain had ever witnessed in his Starfleet career. The smoky wisps of dark blue, purple, and grey clouds of the nebula had originally made the whole scene before them look like something from one of the many horror holo-novels he had played out in his teenage years. Now those gases appeared to have been shoved out of the way for this leviathan of a vessel.

The USS League, an Intrepid-class ship, had been in the Delta Quadrant for over three months and during the whole Omega crisis had dealt with the destruction of over eighty hundred molecules. Yesterday the captain had received orders from Commodore Bennet, to head to this uncharted nebula and to follow up on a possible lead that there was a planet at the centre of it with a Tkon outpost.

The sensation of feeling surprised, almost sick, uneased McCallister. Instinctively, he shouted at his pilot to swing their ship away from a collision path and out of the nebula quickly.

Only one question remained: what the hell were the Voth doing there? Frustrated that another barrier appeared before him, Horatio knew he would need to find a way around it. He needed to get to that planet, whatever it took.

2021-09-04 16:01:08

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