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Star Trek: Ascension - Chapter 8
Chapter Eight Picard and Riker find themselves suspended side by side in a vast darkness like toy figures on a rack. Surrounding them on every side are thousands of alien species suspended and luminous in a Dominion designed stasis protocol. Above each of them is a glowing symbol, a Founders designation. Similar symbols appear above Picard and Riker as they are catalogued and the archive's stasis program activates.
By Justin Michael Greenway4 years ago in Fiction
The Phantom of Stage 16: Prologue
His face was by all rights his fortune. Beginning in 1920, Erik Stevenson was the king of silent movies. When the striking 20-year-old first arrived in Hollywood in 1919, he was said to look very much like famous stage and screen star John Barrymore. However, within just a year of his screen debut, his own piercing eyes and dramatic profile became the very logo of Hollywood. The lines around the theater for his films were spectacular, and he could hardly make films quickly enough to please his audience. Many studios tried desperately to get his contract, but he remained forever loyal to the studio that gave him his start.
By Rebekah Brannan4 years ago in Fiction
Star Trek: Ascension - Chapter 7
Chapter Seven Geordi's shadowed figure emerges from a Jeffries tube access in a dark alcove just off main engineering. Drawing his phaser, he moves onto the deck with the hyper-vigilance of an experienced cat-burglar. His targeting arm, however, drops to his side with the phaser in hand as he stands stunned at the site before him. All around him, bodies lay on the floor. Shaken to action by training and experience, he moves quickly to kneel over the closest body and checks for a pulse. He sighs deeply, looking up at the device that rests like a monolithic boulder in the center of the deck. He rises and approaches it cautiously but takes pause at the abandoned interface helmet at his feet. He stoops down and picks up, examining it with the superior technology of his cybernetic eyes. Fingerprints, microscopic scuffing of the alloy, and residual traces of an energy pattern he has never seen before.
By Justin Michael Greenway4 years ago in Fiction
Star Trek: Ascension - Chapter 6
Chapter Six The Dominion device sits on the deck of main engineering with the Titan's WARP core pulsating behind it in a deep soothing tempo. Protruding from its side is the metallic box containing Moriarty's holographic matrix, which has been haphazardly integrated into the machine's casing. Three cords from a bundle spilling out of the machine run pass through the box, then along the floor to the virtual reality helmet once again worn by Alden, who stands in front of the device's targeting array.
By Justin Michael Greenway4 years ago in Fiction
Broken Heroes
This tale first appeared at Cold Open Stories, and was written for Anthology X. The Dead Head launched itself up the tower wall, powerful front claws ripping at the stone and crumbling masonry as it tried to reach them. The thing was the size of a salvage hauler, its sides covered in the same ugly chitin as its eyeless skull, and every impact of its hammering legs shook the tower. When it was half a dozen feet away, a seam in the featureless face opened, revealing rows of razor teeth, and grasping tendrils dripping with corrosive mucous. As soon as he saw the opening Renn’s fingers tightened on the trigger, and a gleaming, steel spike arced through the air. Moonlight glistened along the shaft for just a moment before it vanished into the beast’s jaws. There was a wet, crunching sound, and for a moment the creature stopped moving. That moment was all gravity needed to curl its grip around the monstrous thing, sending it hurtling down to the shattered ground below.
By Neal Litherland4 years ago in Fiction
Star Trek: Ascension - Chapter 5
Chapter Five It is said by the local systems that the only thing remarkable about the Zendalen Ardis asteroid belt is that there is nothing remarkable about it. Even the most common collection of cosmic drift harbors something of value; ore for mining, chemical ice, or even a mineral density strong enough for the foundation of an outpost to cling to. Yet this collection, decorated with a backdrop of the cloudy belt of the Ardis nebula, offers nothing of value. Not even pirates or smugglers bother with it, as the alloy hulls of their ships are easily detectable among the balloons of dusty rubble. However, these are the very reasons the asteroid belt has been chosen for the rendezvous with the Enterprise. As the Titan wades deeper into the giant rocks towards the center of the belt for her rendezvous any other ship would be just as easily detected.
By Justin Michael Greenway4 years ago in Fiction
Cracked windows
The Day of the Boxmore and Professor Venomous Merger Boxman’s perspective I don’t think I can sit still. I’m running around like a chicken whose head is slightly decapitated, but is still able to breathe and eat. A weird feeling. A strange existence to indulge in without feeling like a complete fool.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Star Trek: Ascension - Chapter 4
Chapter Four As the Enterprise E sails effortless through the glittered expanse, Captain Picard emerges from a turbo lift. He finds the long intersecting corridor bustling as it curves into the various sections of the deck. Some crewmembers nod politely as he passes while others are so engrossed with their errands or conversations that they take no notice of the captain’s presence. With a somber stride he watches them pass, consumed in their dedication. He contemplates all the new faces and suddenly his years commanding the Enterprise in both her incarnations cascade upon him like a deck of cards shuffled into order in his mind. His reminiscing highlights various adventures over the long years, but even the best memories are tainted with pain and loss. The pangs of all those who have come and gone trespass like thieves. Images of his first stroll through the corridors as captain of the Enterprise D distract and he is struck by how the current perspective of memories against the experiences recorded in one’s mind reveal such stark contrasts in perception. His experiences on the Stargazer had given him a sense of being forged by fire and equipped for whatever lay ahead making the ascension to commanding of the flagship seemed appropriate and natural. But now, he looks back and muses over how utterly unprepared he was for bonds of camaraderie and friendship that would change him and his understanding of service. ‘Such arrogance’ he muses with a subtle grin.
By Justin Michael Greenway4 years ago in Fiction
confront the darkness
In the evening, at a corner of the block, there was a rickety man singing. My mother and I went to see it. In the early summer, the air was thin, restless and warm, and there were some very old audio equipment, a few CDs, and a low plastic stool on the uneven concrete floor. Because the sound often stopped abruptly, the rickety man moved back and forth with his half-squatted feet under the eyes of everyone. Some words are printed on the white paper in front of the man, and the content can be seen without looking at it.
By 马关节4 years ago in Fiction
The Fall
If you have arrived here please start at Chapter 1 The Fall - Chapter 6 Pōuriuri/Into The Night Aaron wakes suddenly to a noise. He sits up quietly, listening. There is someone at the iron gate of the cell. He hears the bolt being loosened. He waits in the darkness. No one enters. Quietly he approaches the gate. It is slightly ajar. He listens. Is this a trap? After a moment he opens the gate and sneaks into the corridor. There is no one there either. Trap or not, Aaron is going take his chances. He slides along the wall at speed, feeling his way to the stairs. He stops and listens. Then moves up the stairs with stealth and precision. Ducking past the the windows he gets to the door, opens it. People are mingling, drinking, keeping warm by fires. He looks up to the sky. It is a full moon and there is no way he could sneak past the people. So he pulls his hood over his head, takes a breath then walks calmly across the courtyard. People don’t take any notice of him. Or so he thinks.
By Himiona Grace4 years ago in Fiction
The Ode At Sea
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” “No way, man, you know that’s impossible, right? Not even the gods can do that.”
By Benjamin Chung4 years ago in Fiction
The tippler at the intersection 289A
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Then again - they say a lot of things. Them, in this instance - are my faithful crew that is made up of the most hopelessly inept , yet eager individuals that I have come across since my arrival in Seague 15. Having had them by my side over the last two years - I came to appreciate their company. They lessened my loneliness in that Koios forsaken place at the end of the just-about-reachable space.
By The Picture Of Lula May4 years ago in Fiction