Shane

<<<Accessing Tranquility City Employment Application Audio Records>>> <<<Access granted>>> <<<Retrieving Requested Applicant Record>>> <<<Record Found>>> <<<Note to Employer: Recording of application begins when applicant enters the booth>>> <<<Beginning Playback>>> ::Heavy footsteps shake the small room as someone of large stature enters the booth. What sounds like heavy machinery can be heard in the hissing of hydraulics and the whining of moving gears. The applicant grumbles as he sits down, his Texan accent distinguishable even then, while the bland male voice of the computer begins speaking:: "I hate these things…" "Application process beginning. Please answer every question clearly and efficiently." "Yeah, yeah, just get started." "First Name?" "Shane." "Last name?" "None." "Shane None?" "No! No last name!" "…name entry corrected. Please state weight, height and species." "280 lbs, 6 foot 4 inches and Human." "Please state eye color, hair color and skin tone." "Blue eye color, brown hair and Caucasian." "Please state any deficiencies, long-term injuries or medical defects." "Built in, bionic, right arm. No manufacturer, I designed and built myself. I've had the injury for the better part of my adult life." "Please state skill sets." "Security work. I'm a good shot with most any weapon, mighty useful in a fist fight and deadly with a knife. I also have a few skills in engineering, mostly in outdated equipment like my artificial arm and I know my way around on a console. "Basic Description complete. Stand still for image capture…image stored. Beginning previous history inquiries. Shane, please state the name of previous employers, previous positions and reasons for leaving." "Rade Scume, a freighter captain. My job was in security, working for 6 months. I was released after a…disagreement with the Captain. Let's just say that he no longer needed my services after I was through with him. Before that was Finner Tud, another ship captain that I worked with for over 6 years until our vessel was destroyed from malfunctioning equipment. And before that I was…self employed." "Please state recent arrests for major crimes in Bull's Head." "None yet." "Please state any citizenships held in other governments in the galaxy." "Ha! The Almighty and Powerful United Federation of Planets." ::the sound of spitting is heard:: "Please state reason for leaving." "I respectively decline to answer." ::a quiet anger is noticeable behind his voice:: "Basic Employment Application complete. Please deposit 25 more credits for a more extensive profile." ::a beep sounds off as the man declines the offer and stands up to leave:: "Thank you for using the Tranquility City Employment App…" <<<File Ended Abruptly>>> <<<Logging Out>>>

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You have my vote JJ! The cake is not fake!

Do you have any pictures of the Qobs interior layout? I haven't been able to find any layouts that match what you described on the website.

"They’ve turned up nothing.” Sighing slowly, Shane shook his head in frustration, “What did we expect?” His uncle James stared back at him from through the view screen in his quarters, his eyes looking tired and worried, “I still can’t believe that you think a Starfleet officer is involved in this.” “How else can we explain what happened to Wade and I on the station? Or the Federation vessel that was docked there before we came?” James was silent for several moments, and then looked down at his desk, “I don’t know.” Shane leaned back in his chair, his shoulders sagging in defeat. After the incident at his father’s station had occurred several weeks ago, he had almost immediately contacted his uncle. James was stationed aboard the USS Galaxy, which was set to arrive in system within a week at the time. Even though the younger Tayjer had been reluctant to contact Starfleet because of his suspicions, James had urged him to do so. His uncle had pointed out the impossibilities of keeping this kind of incident a secret, especially in the Sol System. Starfleet immediately closed off the area, keeping even James and Shane out. They questioned him and gathered all the data he had found, along with his shuttle, the Firehawk. The investigators told him that they would handle it and get back to them when they found something. James stayed in the Sol System, using his leave days to stay behind and take care of any of issues that would be coming up with the investigation and the disappearance of his parents. Shane received no news for a couple of weeks. In the meantime he tried to concentrate on his new position, hoping to distract himself with its duties and the new project they were starting. But it was becoming more and more difficult. Then his uncle contacted him today. “What suspects have they come up with?” James held up a padd in front of him, reading from the report, “They suspect the Tram Crime Syndicate.” “That’s ridiculous! The Syndicate has never been seen in the Sol System. What would they want with a salvage yard anyways?” “Shane,” His uncle said, setting padd back down, “I don’t know. I’m just reading what they told me.” He paused, as if thinking about what he was going to say next. “From what I can tell, they’re going to close the case for now until more evidence can be found. So we’re not going to find out anything more for a while. The station is remaining closed off, as evidence.” Shane remained silent in anger, staring at James. He didn’t know what to say or think anymore. Nothing was being done to find them, no progress was being made. He was tired of it. After a few moment of quiet, James sighed and reached up to close the channel. “I’ll contact you if anything else comes up.” The screen turned black. The young engineer sat in his chair, the frustration building up inside of him. With a snap of his metal arm, he hit the screen and broke it off the desk, sending it shattering against the wall of his quarters. He stood up and moved to the viewport of his room, leaning against the slopping bulkhead and staring out into space. What was he to do now? He couldn’t just leave the Reaent and go looking for them. He wouldn’t even know where to start looking and his father wouldn’t want him to abandon his position. The chrono on his desk beeped the hour. Shane sighed and turned to the door. He needed to get back to Main Engineering to continue to analyze the data from the Nimbus III station. He began walking to the doors when a thought came to him. Moving to a closet, he found a duffel bag and pulled an isolinear chip out of it. It contained a copy of data from the salvage yard station and his shuttle. Taking it with him, he left the room headed for Main Engineering.

A gray blur sped away from the center of the Solar System, speeding towards the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter. It was a class-9 shuttlecraft, the Montgomery, with Shane Tayjer and Wade Knight at its controls. Shane was visiting his family, who owned ship salvage yard and had invited Wade to come along. Keeping his fingers steady on the console, he slowed the shuttle down from full as the craft closed in on the field. "So here's the basic idea. Most of the energy from photon torpedo is ineffective in damaging the enemy vessel when it detonates, since the explosion expands in all directions. What if we can somehow contain the energy from the explosion and redirect it all towards the vessel?" "What if we were to reinforce the hull of torpedo somehow and set it for a delayed explosion? Like the 'bunker busters' old?" Wade asked, following the debris outside his window. "So, have one explosion to penetrate the hull, then a secondary to cause maximum damage?" Wade nodded feverishly, "Well, we shouldn't even need an initial explosion if we can make it penetrate the hull with its own mass and velocity, right?" "That's true. Most ship's hulls aren't nearly strong enough to deflect high speed projectiles, since they rely on their shields to protect them." Shane checked the shuttle's position, noting that they were nearing their destination. "The yard's main station orbits an asteroid near the edge of the field." Shane said, bringing his eyes back to the viewscreen in front of him, "We should be entering visual range soon." Wade nodded, preparing to send out a call for approach pattern to the station. "So, not that I don't mind hanging out salvage yards and meeting my colleague's folks, but why am I on this trip again?" Shane grinned, "Well, when I heard you were planning on spending your leave in the holodeck, I figured you might find a jerry-rigger's paradise a little bit more interesting. But if you still want to go with your original plan, you can use the old holodeck on the station." "Well, we'll just have to see." Wade grinned, turning his attention back to his console. "Looks like we're getting our approach orders." "Good, the automated system is actually working this time." Shane said, flying towards an asteroid the size of a small moon. "The station is a variant of the old Regula class that was towed here from one of the colonies. It was set to be scrapped, but my dad used some of his old Starfleet contacts to buy it. We should be able to see it..." Shane peered through the viewscreen in puzzlement, "That's strange." "Strange?" Wade asked, peering over Shane's shoulder. "I don't like strange. What's the matter?" "Well, the station is dark, like its lost power." Shane put the shuttle on an approach vector, "Can you try hailing it? Maybe they're just having technical difficulties." "Aye." Wade input the standard handshake hail, waiting for a reply. "It doesn't seem like there are any channels open." Shane shook his head, his face reflecting his growing worry, "Something's wrong. My father always keeps a channel open for the salvage crews who are working in the wrecks on the asteroids surface." He tapped at the shuttle controls, starting a scan of the station. "Maybe this will give us a clue what's going on." The shuttle glided close to the station and began to circle it, scanners running. The station consisted of a gray, fat saucer, sitting atop of three docking rings, with three copper cylinders extending from the bottom. Wade peered out the window, looking between the station and the results of the scans on the console in front of him. "Looks like a station wide power failure. I don't even know what kind of reactor these old bases run on." Nodding, Shane glanced the results of the scan. "I don't see any life signs. Gravity and environmental systems have failed as well." Shane shook his head again and brought the Montgomery to a stop beside the first docking ring. Using the maneuvering thruster's, he positioned the shuttle by a hatch and activated the magnetic clamps. "Alright," Shane said, getting up from the pilot's seat heading to one of the lockers in the back, "I'm going in to see what's wrong." "Well, I suppose I'll come along too." Wade said, following Shane to the back. "I'm sure it's probably just a power failure of some sort. Might want to bring along some firepower though." Shane pulled out a couple of EV suits and handed one to Wade. Slipping into his and sealing it, he grabbed two phaser's and tricorders, handing one of each to Wade as well. "I'm heading to the control room on Level 1. We should find records of what went on there. Do we have any portable power sources to power a console?" "I think we've got a couple power packs in here somewhere." Wade said, climbing into his environmental suit. "Check the starboard storage compartment." "Right." Shane moved to and dug into the compartment, finding a power pack. "There's only one, but it should be more than sufficient. Ready?" Wade locked his helmet in place and nodded, "Let's go see what's going on." Attaching to his equipment belt, Shane stepped to the docking hatch and typed the controls to open the airlock. He and Wade moved in with the hatch sealing behind them with a beep. Shane pushed the controls to equalize the chamber. Listening to the hiss of the airlock equalizing, Wade looked over to Shane curiously. "Your old man ever say anything about piracy out this way? We're a long way from any major shipping lines." Shane thought for a moment. "He did every once in a while, but was never worried about it. With the Sol system being the location of Starfleet headquarters, piracy has never been a problem." A light over the hatch leading to the station turned green, indicating that the pressure had equalized. "But there is a first time everthing..." Shane tapped at the panel beside him, taking power from the shuttle to open the stations hatch. The doors slid apart revealing a long gray corridor that curved out of sight in either direction. Random items littered the space all throughout, floating aimlessly. Shane stepped onto the metal flooring and activated his magnetic boots with a clang. "The lift and Jerry Tubes are off to the right." Shane said through his comm link, moving in that direction. "Lead the way, I'm right behind you." Wade said, shining his handlight around the other side of the airlock, looking for any sign of what had happened there. "Looks like quite a mess." "Yeah," Shane said, moving down the hallway, shining his light back and forth, "another indicator of trouble. My dad kept this station pretty close to Starfleet standards." He stopped at the lift doors and pulled open a compartment in the wall beside him, revealing a lever. Grabbing it with both hands, he began to crank it up and down, opening the lift doors bit by bit. Once there was a big enough space to squeeze through, Shane deactivated the clamps on his boots and pulled himself into the lift shaft. "It should be a straight shot from he...AAA!" Shane yelled as his flashlight shined on a discolored face inches from his own. Spinning slightly from his recoil, he grabbed one of the rungs in the shaft to steady himself, breathing heavily. Wade nearly jumped out of his suit at Shane's yell, pointing his handlight up the tube towards his companion. "What, what is it?" Holding himself still, Shane collected himself, "A body. It caught me off guard." Shining his beam back towards the gruesome scene, he grimly examined the floating corpse. "It looks to be one of the workers, but no one I knew. His skull is caved in near the back. "Shane peered down into the black."I think he fell down the shaft." Wade muttered a few curses under his breath, making sure his helmet was fastened correctly to his suit. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last body he'd be seeing today, but he just couldn't bring himself to mention that fact. "We should get to the control room; get a message out to Star Fleet." Without another word, Shane turned and began to pull himself upwards. His stomach was twisted in knots from the terrifying thought that the next corpse they find might be one of his family. The face of the dead worker filled his mind, threatening to turn into his father or one of his brothers. With an effort, he pushed them from his head, knowing that making things up in his head wouldn't help his family one bit. He just prayed that they were still alive. Wade climbed up after Shane, only glancing at the body at the end of the shaft momentarily in passing. He never considered himself squeamish, but the idea of reaching your end in a cold lift tube on a dark station in the middle of an asteroid field few people would venture into was not his idea of a good way to go. He found himself idly thinking of a green hillside somewhere in the country, and put just about everything else out of his mind. After climbing in silence for a few minutes, they reached the top of the tube. Shane found the crank lever for the door leading to the control room and slowly opened the doors. Cautiously, he entered Level One, moving his beam around the large room. Almost immediately he noticed several more bodies floating around the room. The walls were scorched black all around the side opposite the lift, several of the console were black and in pieces from explosions. Nervously, he moved through the room towards the corpses, knowing that his greatest fears might have come true. Wade took a look around the control room, shining his light on the various consoles situated around the room. "I can tell you one thing this is not your average power failure." Stepping over to one of the console, he inspected it more closely. "Unless there was a surge, but I can't imagine a surge large enough to knock this many pieces of equipment out." Reaching the other end, Shane put light to the faces of the three men. Relief flooded over him as recognized none of them. He let out the breath he had been holding looked at them more closely, "No, you're right. It was something else. These are more workers, I can tell from they're uniforms." He noted a phaser in the grip of one of them, the energy level indicating that it was partially depleted. Burns wounds littered the torsos of the victims. "I'm pretty sure there was a firefight here." He turned and moved back towards the consoles, "But if there was, shooting a console is not enough to cut off power to the whole station. The reactor would have to be shutdown or damaged" Wade pointed his light down at one of the consoles, which appeared to be undamaged. "Well, maybe we can find out. This looks like a communication panel." Wade turned towards Shane, holding out his hand. "Let me see that power pack." Shane detached the pack from his belt sent it floating towards Wade. "Nothing here is making sense. If pirates attacked the station, there would have signs of attack on the outside. There aren't many defenses aboard, but there enough to put up a good fight. Whoever came aboard was thought as friendly at first." "An unsatisfied customer perhaps? I saw a Nausican ship or two floating around out there, not to say they did," Wade theorized, catching the power pack from the air and began hooking it in the comm console. "Either way, this will tell us who's been in and out. Maybe there's a log or letter in here too." "Right." Shane said as he stepped up to the console Wade was working on. While he waited for Wade to finish, he looked out one of the viewports near the lift, looking at stars that he was so familiar with. This was place had always been one of comfort for him, a refuge. Now it was alien, it felt cold. It was one strangest feelings he had ever felt, more so than when the Reaent had been destroyed in Romulan space. He hated it. The screen of the console suddenly lit up, surprising him. "Dang that was fast." "It's a pretty rudimentary design..." Wade said, trailing off as he got up to his feet to examine the console, which had just finished coming online. "Alright, let's see what we have here." Wade punched a few buttons, scrolling through a list of communications down to the bottom of the list, the most recent transmission. Shane looked at the transmission, "It's from a Federation vessel. Looks to be a standard request for an approach pattern, almost exactly like what ours was." Reaching over, he tapped the standard scans that were performed, pulling up readouts. Examining them closely, he shook his head. "Huh, that's no design I've ever seen. It looks military." "Military? Federation? There aren't many military federation boats out there, but why would one show any interest in a salvage yard?" "Maybe they weren't interested in the station, but what it contained. Perhaps they were interested a person" Shane said as he reached over and tapped at the console, bringing up the video feeds on the security network. Quickly, scrolled through them, looking for any signs hi dad or brothers. Several more deceased workers could be seen in the second docking ring, but no sign of his family could be found. Dead or alive, they weren't on the station. Shane pulled out his tricorder and flipped it open. "I'm going to download this data to analyze later." Quickly the handheld device gathered the information and he clipped it back on his belt. "Now, let's get a message out to..." A shudder ran throughout the station, shaking the two men. The console began to flash red in warnings. "What the heck?!" Shane yelled as he grabbed the console to steady himself. He tapped the warning message making the details scroll across the screen. Shane's eyes moved back and forth, reading the data and growing wide in disbelief. "The reactor has powered on! Its temperature is increasing at an extremely high rate." "Coming online? I don't see how that's possible, the only console online is this comm, without a control console there'd be no way to monitor the start up sequence, the containment field..." Wade looked up at Shane, somewhat wide eyed. "We've got to shut it down." Shane looked up from the data, shaking his head and pointing at the console, "No, there's no time, look at the rate the temperature's increasing. By the time we get down there and get through all the closed hatches, the station will be gone. We need to get out of here now!" Deactivating his boots, he launched towards the lift, beckoning Wade to follow. Disengaging his magnetic boots, Wade pushed off the floor after Shane, pushing himself along bulkhead toward the turbolift shaft. "This is not my idea of shore leave," he said, positioning himself over the bulkhead and pushing himself down to the ladder. As waited for Wade to enter the lift, something caught his eye out the viewport, "You've got to be kidding me..." A familiar class-9 shuttle sped away from the station, heading into the asteroid field. Pulling himself into the shaft, he pushed himself after Wade, "Our shuttle just left without us!" A few more curses escaped his lips as he checked his oxygen levels. "You did say there were no life signs aboard when we scanned the base right? There's no way this could be automated." Looking around in the darkness, Wade sighed. "The way I see it we have to options; we get down there and shut that damned reactor down, or we get ourselves back into that airlock and out into space and hope someone comes by to pick us up before our air runs out. Unless you know the way to another shuttle?" Shane pondered for a moment, "There should a couple in the hangar on Deck Eight, which we passed on the way up here. That's our best bet." The shaft shuddered and shook around them as the reactor reached closer to overload. "I suggest we get moving quickly!" he yelled over the groaning of the bulkheads, as he continued pulling himself down the hatch. "I agree entirely. Lead the way." Wade said, pushing himself after Shane. With their rapid descent, they reached the Level Eight hatch within half a minute. Quickly, Shane found the lever and cranked the doors open enough to slip his metal fingers into the crack. Bracing himself, he pulled using the powerful mechanics in his arm to jerk the door open. "Forward" Shane yelled as he squeezed through the doors behind Wade. They pulled on the walls, flying down the hallway as groans and shrieks echoed from the levels below. Arriving at the final door, they opened it, revealing the hangar bay. The bay was open directly into space, its atmospheric shields down with the power. Several workbees lined the the wall to their left where their crews had parked them. At the end of the row was an old twin passenger shuttle, the name Firehawk painted on the side. Shane pushed himself towards it. Landing next to it, he activated the airlock and pulled himself into it. Wade followed Shane into the shuttle, closing the air lock behind him and compressing it. "Got any theories so far, Shane?" "Theories should be the farthest thing from our minds at the moment, as we're trying not to die!" Shane retorted as the pressure in the tiny airlock equalized and the door to the cockpit slid open. Jumping into the pilot's seat, not even bothering to take off his helmet, Shane began a cold start of the impulse engines. The whine of the engine could be heard amidst the shaking of the station. "But I'm pretty sure it wasn't pirates." Wade took a seat in the copilot's chair, unhooking his helmet and throwing it off behind him. "No, pirates wouldn't destroy a station they can loot. Impulse engine start up initiated. We'll be at full power in ten seconds." Wade punched a few buttons on his console, bringing up navigation. "Good thing you had this thing sitting around." "Yeah, it's an old Starfleet training craft that my dad picked up somewhere and let me fix up. Mostly so I'd stop taking his workbees flying around the asteroids." The Hornet's control panel chirped. "Power up complete. Hang on!" With that Shane put the impulse power to full and blasted the craft off from stand still, shooting it out of the hangar bay, its inertial dampeners barely compensating. Several seconds later the station reactor overloaded, sending fire that ripped outer hull of that level. The antimatter containment failed, causing a massive explosion that engulfed the station, sending chunks of wreckage and metal flying in all directions. The shockwave rocked the shuttle as it sped away, nearly shaking it apart. Gripping the armrest of his chair, Wade braced himself for the buffeting from the explosion. Looking out of his window he watched as pieces of the station fled past them, cursing loudly. "We're going to get hit!" Small pieces of metal pinged off of the crafts deflector shields, as Shane twisted and turned wildly, trying to dodge the larger pieces coming at them on the sensors. One chunk glanced off the port wing, sending the Firehawk spinning towards an asteroid. Gritting his teeth against the centrifugal forces, Shane pulled on the old crafts hand controls as hard as he could. The craft straightened out just in time, missing the asteroid by meters. Breathing heavily from the adrenaline, Shane pointed the shuttle towards Earth and took his helmet, tossing it to the floor and wiping the sweat from his brow. Looking over at Wade, he raised an eyebrow, "Still wish you had stayed on the holodeck?" "Absolutely," Wade said, without missing a beat. Wade loosened his grip on his armrest and relaxed his muscles. "We need to get a message out to Star Fleet." "No. We can't." "Can't? You think someone in Star Fleet is the cause of this?" "It is a distinct possibility. Who else could have gotten past the Star Fleet security codes on the Montgomery? And the Federation ship that docked last at the station? I mean, I don't want to jump to conclusions, but on the other hand we can't rule anyone out at this point." "Then we'll need to get a message to Reaent, if anyone is still there." Shane paused thinking about it, "Yeah, maybe Captain McQueen will know what to do." He pointed out the comm unit near Wade. "That should work. I suggest putting it on a secure channel, if you can." "Aye, sir." Wade said, typing out the encryption and a text message to Reaent. "Message is away." "Good." Shane said, looking out the viewscreen. He grew silent for a moment. The one good thing about this whole event was the fact that they hadn't found his family dead, which meant they might still be alive somewhere. Just where was the question. And he had no idea where to start. Glancing down at the shuttle's sensors, Shane noted the shockwave dissipating, crumbling asteroids in its wake. The whole area was going to be a mess now, making it impossible to find any more evidence from the station's wreckage. The data on the tricorder was all they had to go on. Suddenly, a thought entered his head. Grinning, Shane looked at Wade and then out the viewscreen, "This is ridiculous." "What?" Wade said in puzzlement. Shane said, "We can't even go on leave without blowing something up."

When are we able to apply for positions?

No Luke! I am your...oh wait

I want to go see the new movie again, but I think 3 times is enough. I love the part to where the Enterprise rises out of the dust cloud! First post about ST11 outside of the official thread. Score!

I thought Countdown was pretty cool, mainly because TNG is my favorite series and Picard is my favorite character. I was thought it was awesome that they showed Data, although he was pretty emotionless in my opinion. Maybe he didn't rebuild the emotion chip when he "resurrected", it probably wouldn't be compatible with the B-4 body. A lot of it was about the characters making appearances, which is fine with me since this was suppose to be a teaser for the movie not a stand alone comic book. It gave a glimpse of what the TNG characters are up in the future.

If you took off all of the paneling and left the corridors as bare walkways, leaving only the framework and engineering components in a TOS Constitution class starship, it would probably look similar.

Twizzlers, the twist you can't resist.

Everybody wants a piece of that Kit-Kat bar!

::needs a moment...grabs a Trix::

Shane was in Main Engineering, close to the end of his shift. He was at his usual post at a console directly beside the warp core as it hummed softly, casting a bluish glow on him. Normally this would be almost comforting to him, but today he was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate. The diagnostic he was running required little interaction, making his mind want to wander towards the events of the past month, especially the destruction of the Reaent. Since the incident Shane had been able to keep control of his emotions, convincing himself that this was reality, that his ship had made it back from Romulan space. It had been easy to do so while they were trying to keep the Reaent together as they traveled back and while the repairs were being made. But now that he was rested and had time to think, he was losing that control. Different things all around the vessel reminded him of that everyday. An escape pod entrance. A Romulan symbol on a terminal. The crewman who was stationed beside him, who had her face ripped off by her exploding console. An ensign whose body he had seen burning in a corner. Many others who had burned as searing plasma had flooded their decks. They had died. He had seen it. He knew he had. Every time he turned around he saw the place where he had been thrown by an explosion, where he had lain screaming as plasma burned his face and chest. Yet here it was unblemished. Here they were unharmed. He should be happy for them, but he wasn't because it was all wrong. He saw the images again, flashing through his head, one after another with death and destruction screaming in a torrent. "NOOOO!!!" Shane screamed as he threw the PADD against the warp core, shattering it into pieces. He stood there panting, covered in sweat looking down at the broken material. He looked up to find everyone in Main Engineering staring at him with bewilderment on their faces. Embarrassment flooded his his mind as he came back to reality. Quickly he turned and left the room. Lt Jg. Sarlen had observed his friends outbreak with no expression on his Vulcan face. Once everyone began to get back to their duties, he quietly set his work down and exited where Shane had. He found Shane seated on the floor of the empty corridor, holding his knees to his chin and staring wide eyed at the wall. Sarlen approached him, crouching down beside and putting his hand on his shoulder. "We saw them die, Sarlen," ,Shane said in a quiet voice filled with sadness, "all of them died. You, me and Wade were the only ones to make it out of that room alive. But no one believes us. They're all standing, walking and talking as if nothing ever happened. None of this is right, none of it. I can't stop thinking about it, about seeing our comrades, our friends perishing in vain. None of it makes sense. I've asked God to take this away, to wake me up so I would stop dreaming." He stopped, still staring at the wall with an empty look in his eyes. Sarlen was silent for a moment, looking at the wall with Shane. Then, squeezing Shane's shoulder gently he said, "The events we have endured are unnatural. They can easily cause confusion in anyone, especially those who have not experienced them." He paused. Shane turned his head as Sarlen looked him in the eye. A rare tear streamed down the Vulcan's face, "My friend, I was there with you. I understand your pain. I feel it as well. But we will overcome this struggle together. As comrades." Shane stared at Sarlen, thinking, then nodded his head. He slowly stood up and turned to walk down the corridor with his friend, their shifts over. He asked Sarlen, "Feel like some root beer in Ten-Forward?" Sarlen looked at Shane with face expressionless once again and cocked an eyebrow. "As I have no other duty at this time, I believe that would be an acceptable course of action." With that he promptly started for the saucer section. Shane smiled, silently thanking God for the encouragement given through his friend and remembering the words of his Savior Jesus Christ, Behold, I am with you always.

When Pike said he could get a ship in 8 years, he might have been thinking about himself. According to Memory-Alpha(I love that site), Pike rose to the rank of Captain in 4 years, the fastest in Starfleet history. Add 4 years as a cadet and you have 8 years.

What did yal think of the Kelvins single nacelle? I know this has been a big discussion on other ships in cannon. To me it looked thicker than the nacelles of other ships in the Enterprises fleet, so they might have just combined two small nacelles.

So is this a timeline thread or one about the ST11?

Wow Sakiko! What program did you use to do this?

I just saw Star Trek 11 a second time. Planning on a third this next week!

"Messing" with the time line was a perfect way to open up new opportunities for Star Trek. I thought JJ Abrams was a genius for going with that! We're still able to keep the Trek that we grew up with and enjoyed, while at the same time exploring this new universe with familiar characters. The TOS characters are finally shown in future that is actually believable to my generation. The action scenes are awesome, which has always been my favorite part of any Star Trek movie. In truth, ST 11 gave Star Trek a lot of things it needed in order to survive and grow again, even if it went into the gray with a few things.

According to Memory-Alpha the bulk of the fleet was in the Laurentian system, preventing them from responding. So they threw together a task force with whatever they had on hand, which was cadets.

Happy B-day Captain!

Shane could hear the sounds of Main Engineering tearing apart around him. The sounds of explosions, sirens and men screaming. He lay against a bulkhead close to the warp core, where an exploding EPS line had thrown him. He had heard a sickening crack when he had landed and hadn't been able to move his legs. His face and chest felt like they were on fire, the front of his uniform charred and torn. He lay in pain, unable to move. Slowly coming to, Wade raised a hand to his ear and felt something wet. Through his foggy gaze he could see slick wet blood on his fingers. What happened? he thought to himself, looking around the main engineering. He was somewhat surprised that he could the cries of his crewmates over the bedlam. One in particular stood out to him, and turning his head in it's direction he saw Shane, trapped under a bulkhead. "All hands, abandon ship! I repeat, all hands, abandon ship!" Came Fred's voice over the intercom. The wreckage was crushing Shane's right shoulder where his artificial arm was connected to his body. He heard the Captain's order and knew that he had to move. First he tried to move his right arm underneath the bulkhead, but it wouldn't budge. Then, swinging his left arm across his chest and placing it against the bulkhead, he tried to push himself away. Pain shoot through his body from his burns and crushed shoulder, making him scream out again. He pushed harder with tears streaming from his eyes, but to no avail. He couldn't free himself. Rising to his feet, Wade slowly made his way over to Shane, stumbling as the ship buffeted with every hit. He frantically searched for something long to lever the bulkhead away. A warped piece of metal caught his eye. "Hold on, Shane. We need to get out of here." Shoving it under the bulkhead he heaved on the end, raising it enough for Shane to crawl out from under it. Reaching out with his left arm, Shane dragged himself out from under the wreckage. He tried to get up, but his legs still were not responding. Lying on his back he gasped,"I can't...move." Suddenly the deck shook violently underneath him as the ship took another hit, making his head slam into the deck. The room faded as he began to lose consciousness. He felt himself being lifted and carried as the self-destruct counted down: 20…19…18…17… Through the dimming lights he saw the inside of an escape pod, with a man at the controls who he thought looked like Wade: 10…9…8…7… The pod jolted as it launched at full thrusters, trying to get out of the blast radius. 4…3…2…1… The Reaent exploded, shooting debris in all directions. A chunk of hull plating glanced off the side of the escape pod, sending it spinning out of control. The lights inside the pod were flashing red as Shane’s world finally went black.

Shane walked up to the door of the control room for the forward phaser array and paused to allow it to open. He had just been relieved in Main Engineering by Chief Scherer, who had told him to assist Ensign Wade in getting the array back up and running. "Shane. Good to see you've come to give us a hand." Wade said turning away from a console. "The power grid is running up to par, but the power just isn't getting up to the phaser array." He turned and took a pad from a Petty Officer, giving it a once over."There might be a problem with the array control itself”, said Shane as he walked up next to Wade, "There may have been a power surge that fried it." "That's what I was thinking too, I'm running a diagnostic on the charging systems now." Wade handed the PADD to Shane. "We've been working backwards to this point everything checks out." He said pointing at the PADD. Shane took the PADD, looking it over. "Well, that’s all we really can do until we run into a problem." With a nod Wade turned back to console just as it was finishing the diagnostic. "Hmm, take a look at this." After tapping a few buttons a schematic of the phaser array's power systems comes up the screen. Shane leaned over and peered at the screen. "And there's our problem. I bet some of the isolinear chips need to be replaced." Nodding in agreement Wade turned to the PO. "Richardson, have one of your guys replicate a set of 'iso' chips for the charging control." Leaning momentarily against a wall he ran his fingers through his hair. "I hope that's all it is. I'm ready for a power nap," he said with a smirk. "Forget the nap. Give me a chance and I'll sleep for two days" Shane leaned against the console as he yawned. "This has been a heckuva first mission, hasn't it?" "You've got that right. Sure beats cushy science missions, I'll tell you that." Bending down Wade removed the screws from an access panel and set it aside. Slowly a pile of fried isolinear chips grew beside him. Shane crouched down and opened up a case of new chips. "Is this your first ship?" "Second actually.” Wade replied, “I served aboard the Honshu for two years before being relieved of duty." Pulling out the last of the broken chips he began replacing them with the new. "I had been framed for killing the security chief in charge of an away mission. Error of misidentification resulting in friendly fire, they called it," he said with a sneer. "It's a long story, really. To make it short, we ran into some spoonheads on an abandoned Bajoran station, I was knocked out, and someone else had made that 'error of identification' and blamed it on me." Shane raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Wow. So, once you got name cleared you were assigned here?" Wade nodded. "That's a fact. And glad to be back at too. I don't care how many holes we got in this thing, it's a heck of a lot better than getting grilled by a board of investigation." Putting the last chip into place he got back up onto his feet. "Whelp, that ought to do it. Let's give it a test now." Turning back towards the console, Shane brought up power control, "I'm starting the power feed at 20%." He waited for the feed to initiate and then watched as the phaser banks slowly began to power up, "And we have success. The phaser array charge is at 0.5% and rising." "Excellent." Turning to another console Wade watched as the power levels began to rise. "Let's bring it up to half power, nice and slow." Shane worked at the controls some more, "Power feed at 60%. We should have half power in about 40 minutes." He stood back from the console and stretched a bit. "Maybe the Chief will award us a nap for this." Wade grinned. "I sure hope so. But with all the work we've still got to get done around here I kind of doubt it. Do you want to let him know or shall I?" "You go ahead," Shane replied, "I'll gather up the equipment and get it back to Main Engineering." "I'll get everything finished up here in the mean time." Nodding he tapped his combadge. "Knight to Engineering.”