5 Minutes to Destruction

[Tabor Nansk 0]

5 Minutes to Destruction….

 

 

Tabor launched his fighter along with the rest of the wing. Immediately after exiting the launch tube he could see it was hopeless. 20 Romulan vessels against a few fighters and a cripple of a ship. But that wasn’t what was bothering him. It was all wrong – as if anything about this mission was “right”.

 

 

First, the wormhole suddenly shows up light years from where they had exited it? So much for stability. An unstable conduit was worthless to anyone. And if it’s appearance was by design, it still didn’t make any sense. If the Romulans could control the terminus, why waste the effort on the Reaent? Why not just pop out over San Francisco and take out Star Fleet? If Reaent was the target, how did they know where we were?

 

 

Second, what’s with this gravimetric pull the wormhole suddenly possesses? What, it’s sentinent? It’s evil like some grade B horror holo? Again, if it’s controlled by the Romulans, why bother to send ships into battle, just suck your opponent out of space. (Although he had to admit that would explain what happened to the Proxima.)

 

 

Third, speaking of the Proxima, what the hell was she doing here? Last time they had seen her she was hip deep in an asteroid in Romulan space. There was no logical explanation for this.

 

 

And fourth, and perhaps the most important, were the “power failures”. They seemed to coincide with passing through the time/space disturbances that emanated from the wormhole. Did that mean they were in an alternate dimension, or time, or reality? Certainly the existence of the Proxima, in one piece, suggested that something was different.

 

 

They say that your life passes before you in seconds before dying. All Tabor had was questions. And as he watched the Reaent explode, half the escape pods be destroyed, and his fellow pilots go out in little bursts of flame, he wondered if when his time came, he would dream.