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A Different Gift
Oct. 10th, 2024 05:47 pmAlternate Ending to Season 4 Episode 2 'The Gift'. Kes finds a way to remain on Voyager while propelling the ship further than in the canon timeline. Unfortunately, there is another interaction with the Borg.
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26. Asgardian Intervention
“Temperatures are continuing to drop,” Janel said.
That definitely wasn't good.
“Intruder Alert,” the computer announced.
A bright light lit up the bridge. When it had cleared, Emerson saw an armored figure in front of the viewscreen. “Who are you? Why are you on my ship?”
“I am Frigga, Queen of Asgard. I have come to help you deal with the Crisis in Arendelle.”
“What?” Emerson asked.
“Your intervention has changed things,” Frigga said.
“Please accompany me to the Observation Lounge.”
“I shall.”
Lena saw a flash as of a rainbow. “It can't be!”
“What?” Leonard asked.
“Bifrost!” Lena said.
“As in Bifrost Bridge?”
“Yes.”
She saw someone walking towards her. “Are you Thor?” she asked.
“Yes. Thor Odinson, here to help you help Arendelle.”
“I see,” Leonard said.
Back on Baffin, Emerson and Frigga entered the Observation Lounge.
“So, where are you from again?” Emerson asked.
“Asgard. It is another realm within this universe.”
“So, another Galaxy?”
“Yes.”
“So, what are we going to do?” Lena asked.
“We need to help Queen Elsa,” Thor answered.
“How?” Leonard asked.
“We need to deal with Hans of the Southern Isles,” Thor said.
“Who?” Lena asked.
“Someone who's plotting to take Arendelle's throne as we speak,” Thor answered.
“But should we interfere?” Leonard asked.
“You already have,” Thor said.
“Of course,” Lena said.
“Temperatures are continuing to drop,” Janel said.
That definitely wasn't good.
“Intruder Alert,” the computer announced.
A bright light lit up the bridge. When it had cleared, Emerson saw an armored figure in front of the viewscreen. “Who are you? Why are you on my ship?”
“I am Frigga, Queen of Asgard. I have come to help you deal with the Crisis in Arendelle.”
“What?” Emerson asked.
“Your intervention has changed things,” Frigga said.
“Please accompany me to the Observation Lounge.”
“I shall.”
Lena saw a flash as of a rainbow. “It can't be!”
“What?” Leonard asked.
“Bifrost!” Lena said.
“As in Bifrost Bridge?”
“Yes.”
She saw someone walking towards her. “Are you Thor?” she asked.
“Yes. Thor Odinson, here to help you help Arendelle.”
“I see,” Leonard said.
Back on Baffin, Emerson and Frigga entered the Observation Lounge.
“So, where are you from again?” Emerson asked.
“Asgard. It is another realm within this universe.”
“So, another Galaxy?”
“Yes.”
“So, what are we going to do?” Lena asked.
“We need to help Queen Elsa,” Thor answered.
“How?” Leonard asked.
“We need to deal with Hans of the Southern Isles,” Thor said.
“Who?” Lena asked.
“Someone who's plotting to take Arendelle's throne as we speak,” Thor answered.
“But should we interfere?” Leonard asked.
“You already have,” Thor said.
“Of course,” Lena said.
Beta Request - A Different Gift
Feb. 17th, 2024 06:13 pmTitle: A Different Gift
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: T
Characters: Kes, Tuvok, Kathryn Janeway, Emergency Medical Hologram, Borg Queen, Overall Borg Collective, Chakotay, B'Elanna Torres, Tom Paris, Harry Kim, Vorik, Michael Ayala, OC Krenim Captain
Summary: Alternate Ending to The Gift. Kes finds a way to remain on Voyager while propelling the ship further than in the canon timeline. Unfortunately, there is another interaction with the Borg.
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: T
Characters: Kes, Tuvok, Kathryn Janeway, Emergency Medical Hologram, Borg Queen, Overall Borg Collective, Chakotay, B'Elanna Torres, Tom Paris, Harry Kim, Vorik, Michael Ayala, OC Krenim Captain
Summary: Alternate Ending to The Gift. Kes finds a way to remain on Voyager while propelling the ship further than in the canon timeline. Unfortunately, there is another interaction with the Borg.
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Lower Decks – Western
The Federation might have been more developed in the later part of the 24th Century, but even so, there were still areas that were akin to the American West 500 years earlier. Places where California class starships were frequently sent.
Starbase 80 was certainly not alone in being neglected when it came to upgrades. It had simply built up it’s reputation over time. The area in question was nearby, far from where the Dominion had threatened.
USS Cerritos NCC 75567 dropped out of warp in an otherwise unremarkable star system less than 5 light years from that much maligned starbase.
“Report,” Captain Carol Freeman ordered.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Lieutenant Shax reporterd.
“Bring up the information,” Freeman ordered.
Cerritos approached the M-class planet in the system and established a standard orbit. The Federation colony of New Arizona had been established in the late 2260s, based upon an idealized version of the Post-Civil War American West, without the displacement of those that had inhabited the region before them, nor the social disparities amongst the settlers. Even so, new problems had emerged, including some that reflected the problems faced by their ancestors.
“Hail the Chief Sherrif,” Freeman ordered.
“Aye, Captain,” Shax acknowledged.
“This is Captain Carol Freeman of the USS Cerritos to the Chief Sherrif of New Preoria.”
“Cerritos, I have been expecting you. There are some problems that you can help solve down here.”
“What sort of problems?” Freeman asked.
“It would be best if someone would beam down.”
“Understood.”
It was barely ten minutes later when a team lead by Lieutenant Beckett Mariner materialized on the platform of New Preoria’s main train station. She immediately realized that the architecture of the station resembled those of 19th Century America, although she knew that the rails serving the station were maglev. She lead the team out of the station towards the Chief Sheriff's office next door.
“Lieutenant Beckett Mariner to see Chief Sheriff Jones.”
“He is expecting you,” the secretary said.
“Welcome!” the Chief Sheriff said.
“So, what is this situation that you couldn’t explain to my Captain earlier?”
“There is the usual jobs Starfleet engineers do regarding our infrastructure,” Jones said.
“Yes…” Mariner said impatiently.
“And we’re also having trouble with highwaymen?”
“You mean, pirates?”
“No, Lieutenant. They’re operating from somewhere on the land surface, not in space or from our oceans,” the Chief Sheriff said.
Mariner rolled her eyes. “Highwaymen. Got it.”
“And my deputies, while capable, can’t catch them. We need Starfleet assistance.”
“Like calling in the Marshals in the old days.”
“Too true,” Jones said with a self-depreciating smile.”
The Federation might have been more developed in the later part of the 24th Century, but even so, there were still areas that were akin to the American West 500 years earlier. Places where California class starships were frequently sent.
Starbase 80 was certainly not alone in being neglected when it came to upgrades. It had simply built up it’s reputation over time. The area in question was nearby, far from where the Dominion had threatened.
USS Cerritos NCC 75567 dropped out of warp in an otherwise unremarkable star system less than 5 light years from that much maligned starbase.
“Report,” Captain Carol Freeman ordered.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Lieutenant Shax reporterd.
“Bring up the information,” Freeman ordered.
Cerritos approached the M-class planet in the system and established a standard orbit. The Federation colony of New Arizona had been established in the late 2260s, based upon an idealized version of the Post-Civil War American West, without the displacement of those that had inhabited the region before them, nor the social disparities amongst the settlers. Even so, new problems had emerged, including some that reflected the problems faced by their ancestors.
“Hail the Chief Sherrif,” Freeman ordered.
“Aye, Captain,” Shax acknowledged.
“This is Captain Carol Freeman of the USS Cerritos to the Chief Sherrif of New Preoria.”
“Cerritos, I have been expecting you. There are some problems that you can help solve down here.”
“What sort of problems?” Freeman asked.
“It would be best if someone would beam down.”
“Understood.”
It was barely ten minutes later when a team lead by Lieutenant Beckett Mariner materialized on the platform of New Preoria’s main train station. She immediately realized that the architecture of the station resembled those of 19th Century America, although she knew that the rails serving the station were maglev. She lead the team out of the station towards the Chief Sheriff's office next door.
“Lieutenant Beckett Mariner to see Chief Sheriff Jones.”
“He is expecting you,” the secretary said.
“Welcome!” the Chief Sheriff said.
“So, what is this situation that you couldn’t explain to my Captain earlier?”
“There is the usual jobs Starfleet engineers do regarding our infrastructure,” Jones said.
“Yes…” Mariner said impatiently.
“And we’re also having trouble with highwaymen?”
“You mean, pirates?”
“No, Lieutenant. They’re operating from somewhere on the land surface, not in space or from our oceans,” the Chief Sheriff said.
Mariner rolled her eyes. “Highwaymen. Got it.”
“And my deputies, while capable, can’t catch them. We need Starfleet assistance.”
“Like calling in the Marshals in the old days.”
“Too true,” Jones said with a self-depreciating smile.”
On An Alien Beach - Part 1
Jan. 6th, 2024 05:42 pmStar Trek: Lower Decks – On an Alien Beach
Shore Leave on a Second Contact Planet... Cerritos had remained in orbit of Palanarea after the official Second Contact procedures had been completed at the behest of the Planetary League, the confederation that loosely united the world’s nations.
Boimler and Tendi looked around them as they came onto the beach. “I wonder if this would be like a beach on Earth?” the latter asked excitedly.
“Probably.”
“Almost certainly!”
“Only one way to find out,” Boimler said.
“Of course!”
Tendi then crouched down and ran her hands through the sand. She giggled.
Boimler smiled.
Mariner arrived on the beach and saw Tendi building a sandcastle. ‘Of course!’ she thought. She knew that Tendi wanted to experience sand that wasn’t like the sand on Orion. “What’s up?” she asked.
“I’m making an epic sandcastle,” Tendi proclaimed.
“Oh that’s great,” Mariner said with sarcasm. While Tendi was excited, Mariner knew that she would find that boring.
“I’m trying to relax,” Boimler said, “Before you inevitably draw me into some adventure.”
“You know me too well,” Mariner commented. She then noticed someone else arriving. “T’Lyn! Join us.”
“Greetings,” the Vulcan officer said.
“What are you doing?” Mariner asked.
“Observing my friends on this beach,” T’Lyn answered.
“What else?” Boimler asked rhetorically.
“Where’s Rutherford?” Mariner asked Tendi.
“I’m not sure,” Tendi answered as she tried to steady a precarious wall. “I think Billups had him doing something.”
“Right.”
T’Lyn looked at Tendi’s construction. She had to admit it was quite good for an admitted beginner. “Are you sure you haven’t done anything like this before?” she asked.
“No,” Tendi admitted. “Not even on a holodeck!”
As illogical as it seemed. Tendi had a point. Even with the dramatic improvements over the past two decades, Holodeck experiences were still a pale imitation of the real thing. “Of course.”
Mariner then came up to her. “Want to go for a swim?” she asked.
“That’s an illogical request,” T’Lyn responded.
“Why?” Mariner asked.
“You would recall that Vulcan is a desert world.”
“Oh.”
“The Vulcan fleet also doesn’t train its officers for aquatic duties,” T’Lyn added.
“Sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Apology accepted.”
“But maybe it’s not too late to learn?” Mariner asked.
“Maybe not, but socializing on the beach is what I came down to do.”
“Sure.”
Boimler had overhead T’Lyn and Mariner’s conversation. It was too bad. He wanted T’Lyn to join in, if only to help tone down Mariner’s competitiveness. ‘Oh boy!’
T’Lyn sat near where Tendi was building her sandcastle. It was already quite large.
A few more officers came along. “Barnes?” Boimler asked.
“Hi, Boimler,” Barnes said. “I thought I would join you lot.”
“Really?” Boimler asked with a smile.
Barnes nodded.
“Can you swim?” Boimler asked quietly, hoping that T’Lyn wouldn’t hear. (Though one always underestimated Vulcan hearing.)
“Of course,” Barnes answered at a similar volume. “Trill has similar coastal regions to Earth. I even brought my surfboard.”
“Surfboard?” Boimler asked.
“Yes. Surfing came to Trill late last century,” Barnes answered. “Our oceans may be purple, but they work the same as Earth’s.”
“Sounds good,” Boimler said.
“So, surfing,” Mariner said as she came up to them.
“It’s quite exciting,” Barnes said.
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Mariner said.
T’Lyn looked out to sea. The waves were getting bigger. She turned to Tendi. “I believe the tide is coming in,” she said.
“Don’t worry. I have planned for that,” Tendi responded as she placed several shells as re-inforcement.”
“I see.”
Shore Leave on a Second Contact Planet... Cerritos had remained in orbit of Palanarea after the official Second Contact procedures had been completed at the behest of the Planetary League, the confederation that loosely united the world’s nations.
Boimler and Tendi looked around them as they came onto the beach. “I wonder if this would be like a beach on Earth?” the latter asked excitedly.
“Probably.”
“Almost certainly!”
“Only one way to find out,” Boimler said.
“Of course!”
Tendi then crouched down and ran her hands through the sand. She giggled.
Boimler smiled.
Mariner arrived on the beach and saw Tendi building a sandcastle. ‘Of course!’ she thought. She knew that Tendi wanted to experience sand that wasn’t like the sand on Orion. “What’s up?” she asked.
“I’m making an epic sandcastle,” Tendi proclaimed.
“Oh that’s great,” Mariner said with sarcasm. While Tendi was excited, Mariner knew that she would find that boring.
“I’m trying to relax,” Boimler said, “Before you inevitably draw me into some adventure.”
“You know me too well,” Mariner commented. She then noticed someone else arriving. “T’Lyn! Join us.”
“Greetings,” the Vulcan officer said.
“What are you doing?” Mariner asked.
“Observing my friends on this beach,” T’Lyn answered.
“What else?” Boimler asked rhetorically.
“Where’s Rutherford?” Mariner asked Tendi.
“I’m not sure,” Tendi answered as she tried to steady a precarious wall. “I think Billups had him doing something.”
“Right.”
T’Lyn looked at Tendi’s construction. She had to admit it was quite good for an admitted beginner. “Are you sure you haven’t done anything like this before?” she asked.
“No,” Tendi admitted. “Not even on a holodeck!”
As illogical as it seemed. Tendi had a point. Even with the dramatic improvements over the past two decades, Holodeck experiences were still a pale imitation of the real thing. “Of course.”
Mariner then came up to her. “Want to go for a swim?” she asked.
“That’s an illogical request,” T’Lyn responded.
“Why?” Mariner asked.
“You would recall that Vulcan is a desert world.”
“Oh.”
“The Vulcan fleet also doesn’t train its officers for aquatic duties,” T’Lyn added.
“Sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Apology accepted.”
“But maybe it’s not too late to learn?” Mariner asked.
“Maybe not, but socializing on the beach is what I came down to do.”
“Sure.”
Boimler had overhead T’Lyn and Mariner’s conversation. It was too bad. He wanted T’Lyn to join in, if only to help tone down Mariner’s competitiveness. ‘Oh boy!’
T’Lyn sat near where Tendi was building her sandcastle. It was already quite large.
A few more officers came along. “Barnes?” Boimler asked.
“Hi, Boimler,” Barnes said. “I thought I would join you lot.”
“Really?” Boimler asked with a smile.
Barnes nodded.
“Can you swim?” Boimler asked quietly, hoping that T’Lyn wouldn’t hear. (Though one always underestimated Vulcan hearing.)
“Of course,” Barnes answered at a similar volume. “Trill has similar coastal regions to Earth. I even brought my surfboard.”
“Surfboard?” Boimler asked.
“Yes. Surfing came to Trill late last century,” Barnes answered. “Our oceans may be purple, but they work the same as Earth’s.”
“Sounds good,” Boimler said.
“So, surfing,” Mariner said as she came up to them.
“It’s quite exciting,” Barnes said.
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Mariner said.
T’Lyn looked out to sea. The waves were getting bigger. She turned to Tendi. “I believe the tide is coming in,” she said.
“Don’t worry. I have planned for that,” Tendi responded as she placed several shells as re-inforcement.”
“I see.”
Arendelle in Trouble
Kristoff grew exhasperated as the Trolls continued to try to pair him with Anna. (Although some were also looking at Lena.) “Can we please just stop talking about this? We've got a real, actual problem here.”
They just ignored him.
“Where is Grand Pabbie?” Lena asked.
Anna then collapsed as the Troll priest was about to marry her to Kristoff.
“Anna!” Kristoff called out as she collapsed. He grabbed her. “She's as cold as ice!”
Grand Pabbie then came up to the two of them. “There is strange magic here,” he said.
“Grand Pabbie!” Kristoff called out.
“Come, come, bring her to me,” Grand Pabbie said. “Anna, your life is in danger. There is ice in your heart, put there by your sister. If not removed, to solid ice will you freeze, forever.”
“What? No?” Anna said in disbelief.
“But you can remove it, right?” Kristoff asked.
Grand Pabbie shook his head. “I cannot. I'm sorry, Kristoff. If it was her head that would be easy, but only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart.”
“An act of true love?”
“A true love's kiss, perhaps?” Bulba, the first Troll, asked.
“Anna, we've got to get you back to Hans,” Kristoff said.
“Hans,” Anna said weakly.
“Wait!” Lena said.
“We can't wait,” Kristoff said. He turned to his reindeer, Sven. “Pull us out, Sven.”
“True love can mean familial love, right?” Lena asked.
“That's true,” Grand Pabbie admitted.
“But the Queen doesn't seem to be a mood to help,” Kristoff said. “And she was the one who did this to her.”
( Lena remained silent )
Kristoff grew exhasperated as the Trolls continued to try to pair him with Anna. (Although some were also looking at Lena.) “Can we please just stop talking about this? We've got a real, actual problem here.”
They just ignored him.
“Where is Grand Pabbie?” Lena asked.
Anna then collapsed as the Troll priest was about to marry her to Kristoff.
“Anna!” Kristoff called out as she collapsed. He grabbed her. “She's as cold as ice!”
Grand Pabbie then came up to the two of them. “There is strange magic here,” he said.
“Grand Pabbie!” Kristoff called out.
“Come, come, bring her to me,” Grand Pabbie said. “Anna, your life is in danger. There is ice in your heart, put there by your sister. If not removed, to solid ice will you freeze, forever.”
“What? No?” Anna said in disbelief.
“But you can remove it, right?” Kristoff asked.
Grand Pabbie shook his head. “I cannot. I'm sorry, Kristoff. If it was her head that would be easy, but only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart.”
“An act of true love?”
“A true love's kiss, perhaps?” Bulba, the first Troll, asked.
“Anna, we've got to get you back to Hans,” Kristoff said.
“Hans,” Anna said weakly.
“Wait!” Lena said.
“We can't wait,” Kristoff said. He turned to his reindeer, Sven. “Pull us out, Sven.”
“True love can mean familial love, right?” Lena asked.
“That's true,” Grand Pabbie admitted.
“But the Queen doesn't seem to be a mood to help,” Kristoff said. “And she was the one who did this to her.”
( Lena remained silent )
