Invasion

The entire station woke to the tune of Wesley Crusher's hangover. It soon became apparant it was not going to be one of those days.

Especially when the invasion started. Not that it was apparent at first...

TBC ;)

"What is the horrid screetching on the intercom?" visiting V.I.P. Tam Elbrun asked as he covered his ears. "I haven't heard
anything so bad since Gomtuu gave birth."

"The Commander of the station." Someone exlainde to him, he had no clue who they were, how they got in his quarters, or WHY they were in his quarters but he would soon find out things were very different here. The Invasion wasn't notible because it was led by afleet of Android insurance-salsemen beant on destroying this universe for the pleasure of their creator. Or was it just the Borg in disguise?

(Note if you weren't here for "Holidays" that's were the androids come from)
TBC

''Don't worry about the Commander, sir,'' said the Ensign escorting Tam Elbrun. ''Here is the meeting room.'' He opened the
door for Tam and then returned to his duties.

''Thanks!'' Tam called after him. As he entered the meeting room he noticed a subtle change in atmosphere; warmer, dryer and more bright. The room was full of scientists who had been waiting for him.

''I'm sorry I'm late,'' Tam said. ''I know you're all here to hear about the exciting news. Gomtuu's child (it's name is Pikachuu)
has supassed all of our expectations!''

TBC

Captain Crusher knew that he had to act quickly in the face of this new crisis. He ordered Communications to contact Starfleet Command.

"This is Admiral Riker's secretary. How may I help you?"

"This is Captain Wesley-"

"Hold, please."

Crusher rolled his eyes as the 20th century muzak played through his comm system. He never understood why Starfleet Command insisted on such a dreadful choice of aural stimulation. Tense seconds, then minutes passed. Crusher finally received a response.

"This is Admiral Riker's secretary. May I help you?"

"As I said before, this is-"

"Hold, please."

Crusher pursed his lips, and braced himself for the musical onslaught. Ick. The Partridge Family Reunion.

"This is Admiral Riker. What's so bloody important it had to interrupt Oprah?"

"Admiral, this is Captain Crusher. We have a dangerous situation out here."

"Oh yes, yes, yes. Everything out on Kedanya is dangerous." Riker stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Very well, I'm sending you a specialist in space tactics."

"But sir, we don't have a tactics problem-"

"Nonsense! All problems can be solved by specialists. He'll arrive 2100 tomorrow."

Riker's assistant yelled from outside his office, "Sir! The Psyducks are loose again!"

"RED ALERT! Shields up! Crusher, you better not screw this one up. Riker out- augh! Get that thing out of-" The transmission ended abruptly.

The next evening, Crusher was lounging in his ready room aboard the Reunion, when he jumped out of his chair, scared out of his uniform by the sounding of Yellow Alert. He quickly walked onto the Bridge.

"Number One, you will no longer be allowed to use my ready room to listen to your music at 100 decibels! Is that clear?!"

RoToRa suppressed a giggle. "Crystal, sir."

Crusher groomed his graying hair. "What's our status?"

Maelwys answered quickly. "One of our airlock metal detectors seems to have been triggered. Security teams responding."

"Which airlock?"

"Airlock 4."

Crusher nodded. "Number One, you're with me. Maelwys, keep us appraised en route."

"Aye, sir."

As Crusher and RoToRa rounded the bend leading to Airlock 4, they were surprised to see 4 security officers leveling phaser rifles at a Starfleet officer with a bulbous head and two black pearls for eyes. As the officer noticed their presence, he greeted them with an almost English accent.

"Captain Crusher, I'm Lt. Figrin, specialist in music theory and alien musicological communication. Would you mind calling off the bobbies?"

to be continued....

Just as Captain Crusher was about to really interrogate Lt. Figrin, his communicator beeped.
“What!” snarled Crusher into the metallic cell phone.
“Sir,” responded the sharp voice of his security chief, “We have detected another intruder trying to force entry into the ship.”
“Well, deal with it! That is what you people do in Security, right?” replied the increacingly agitated voice of the captain.
“But, sir! I really think you should you should deal with this yourself!”
“Oh? And why is that?”, his voice at the breaking point.
Lt. Figrin continued to stand nervously.
“Because, sir,” Daramere answered, “he says he is Tam Elbrun!”

“But that can’t be right! Mr. Elbrun is right here on the ship, briefing our crew!”, the captain replied, his anger turning to confusion. “I’ll get to the bridge. In the meantime, detain him, and have the doctor do a full medical battery.”
“Yes, sir!”, responded Daramere, disconnecting the comm channel.
Crusher stood and scowled. “All right. Guards, you take Lt. Figrin here and lock him in the brig until I can get to him.
Meanwhile, I’ll deal with the Elbruns on the bridge.”
“Yes, sir!”, the guards said, as they hauled Lt. Figrin to the brig.
“I just came to help!”, wailed Lt. Figrin over the noise of his feet trying to find purchase on the metallic floor.
“Darn it, why couldn’t anyone think of something more creative than ‘Yes, Sir!’ part of the time......” muttered Captain Crusher as he ran to the bridge.
 

“Sir!”, came Maelwys’ startled voice as Crusher entered the bridge and sat in the command chair, “Mr. Elbrun’s ship has latched onto our hull. We can’t risk firing weapons because we might damage the ship.”
“Shoot!” Crusher exclaimed. “Well, hail him. Let’s see what he wants.”
“Yes, Sir!” Maelwys replied. Crusher winced. “Channel open.”
“Attention, unidentified shuttle. This is Captain Crusher of the USS Reunion. State your business, in the name of Kedanya and the Federation!”
“Attention USS Reunion. This is Tam Elbrun. The Tam Elbrun onboard is a fake, intending to bring about the fall of the Federation, and your Kedanya Station with it. Allow me to beam aboard, and I will tell you all that I know.” said the person appearing on the viewer.
“Tell me. How do you know that he is a fake? You could be the fake, trying to discredit the real Mr. Elbrun!” replied Crusher.
“Captain Crusher, I can prove that the other Tam is a fraud. Scan him for low level eta-neutrino emissions, which are standard for transporter duplicates.” said the Tam on the viewer.
“Doctor?”, asked Wesley of the ship’s doctor, Dr. Bashir.
“Amazing!”, Bashir said. "These eta-neutrino emissions prove it. The Tam Elbrun onboard is a fake."
"See! I told you so! Now, beam me aboard so I can brief you on the situation." said Tam.
"Hold on, Captain!", RoToRa interrupted. "I am detecting movement onboard the Gomtuu. It's the fake Tam! He must have empathically sensed that he was caught! Gomtuu's weapons are charging!"
"What!!!" exclaimed Crusher. "Shields up! Emergency beam out Mr. Elbrun! No, wait! The other way arou**WHAK!!**
Suddenly, the Reunion was thrown across space as Gomtuu let loose. The last sensor record was of Gomtuu warping towards Exo Omecron IV.

"Did we get him?" asked Captain Crusher, choking on the smoke filled air. The fire systems must have failed again....
"Yes, Sir!" (wince) replied Maelwys, "Good thing too, since his ship was blown clear off the hull, smack into a nearby star...."
"Hmmmm....." Crusher answered. "Looks like Mr. Elbrun will be staying with us a while after all.... I'm calling a meeting. Get Mr. Elbrun up to the observation lounge on the double. Mael, Daramere, you're with me. The rest of you, clean up my bridge." With that, Crusher got up, choking and gasping for breath, and staggered towards the lounge.

"Mr. Elbrun, you have some explaining to do." said Crusher, comforably seated in the smoke free lounge. "Yes, it would appear so. Allow me to explain.... it all started a couple of months ago, when Gomtuu and I were heading to Risa for a vacation........."
 

To Be Continued... ;-)

As the 4 security officers continued to take Lt. Figrin, who was continuing to bargain with them, there appeared through greenish-blue transporter speckle, in front of them what seemed to be a Borgified cat. The 4 security officers quickly drew their phasers in an expected fashion. But then the cat seemed to pass out while reaching for them. One of the officers caught him just before he hit the floor.
"I think he needs medical attention. You call the Medical bay, I'll call the captain," said the officer beside him.
"Alright, Roga to Medical bay, we have an intruder here that seems to need medical attention."
"This is Jenice, I'll be ready in one minute. Mannheim out." came the voice from the loud speaker.
"Roga to Transporter room lock onto my signal and beam him directly to sickbay." he said as as took off his badge and put it on the unconscious cat. A few seconds later he was gone.
Then **WHAK!!** they were all thrown to the floor into a pile of bodies. "This is never a dull job," muttered Talon Karrde as
he untangled himself from the 4 others.
"Jono to Captain Crusher," Jono said still on his knees.
"What now?!?!" came back the voice from the other end.
 

To Be Continued...

“Kedanya Station, this is U.S.S.S. NERV. We are ready for docking-attachment operations.” a calm voice said.

“U.S.S.S. NERV, this is Kedanya Station, you are cleared for docking-attachment operations.” An equally calm voice replied, “Welcome aboard. Oh, and by the way…What does the extra ‘S’ for?”

“Thank you Kedanya Station.” The first calm voice replied, “Oh, it’s supposed to stand for ‘Secret’, but we usually tell everyone that it’s a typo…those folks at Utopia Planitia got drunk…and…well, we have an extra ‘S’ painted on our hull.”

The second calm voice chuckled, “Alright, U.S.S.S. NERV. Docking-attachment operations will be completed in two minutes.”

“It’s about time!” a rather annoyed voice yelled in the background of the first calm voice’s transmission. “These long space flights are really starting to get on my nerves!”

“Asuka! Shhh! The communications channel is still on.” another voice said.

“Anta baka, Ikari Shinji!” the annoyed voice replied.

“That’s it! The two of you stop fighting!” yet another voice declared.

“Umm…Kedanya Station, this is U.S.S.S. NERV. Over and out.” the calm voice finally took some initiative.

A starship, larger than a Sovereign-class starship slowly approached the cross-shaped station. It kind of looked like that ship from Battlestar Galactica, the…Galactica. Anyway, two minutes later the ship connected itself to the station, and there was a slight shift in movement aboard the U.S.S.S. NERV.

The airlock doors parted, and immediately a young woman bolted out of the airlock. She was followed by a young man, and another young woman. A collection of people followed them, but rather slowly.

The bolting young woman spun around in a circle and looked around, “Ah! Open space! So much better than those cramped crew quarters!” Her exclamation immediately caught the attention of a passing person.

The passing person sported a Starfleet uniform, with the teal turtleneck and stripes of the Science/Medical division. She stood 5’5” (She was wearing thicker-soled boots in Holidays!), and had a pattern of spots running from her forehead along the sides of her head and neck, and appeared to continue down.

“Umm…can I help you?” she asked, in a quiet voice.

“Who are you?” the young woman quickly retorted.

“I’m Lieutenant Ezri Dax, an assistant counselor on this station…And who might you be?”

“I’m Sohryu Asuka Langley! EVA pilot extraordinaire!” she replied.

Ezri slowly nodded, “Alright…and what are you doing here?” She held her hand out, “Hold on a second…can you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“The station, it’s not rotating correctly…I think I’m going to be sick…” She put her head between her knees, and after a moment, she stood back up. “Okay…you may proceed.”

“Well…” Asuka began to reply, when she was interrupted by a woman who had purple hair, and was sporting a red jacket, and a black skirt of the sorts.

“We are here on orders from Starfleet Tactical Operations.” the woman replied. She gaze Ezri a PADD, which Ezri assumed had the orders on them, “I am Major Katsuragi Misato.”

Ezri read the orders, and they were genuine, even signed by a Vice Admiral Jeremy T. Low (He’s certainly moved up the rank ladder since Holidays!). They were assigned to Kedanya Station and the U.S.S. Reunion to function as the “tactical advisory section” to Captain Crusher (thanks to Admiral Riker). “I suppose you’ll want to meet the Captain, then.”

Misato nodded, “Yes, that would be a good idea.”

Ezri nodded, “He’s on the Reunion right now.” She began to walk, “If you would just follow me to Transporter Room 3, we can have you aboard the ship immediately.” She waited for the others to pass by, before following the group. She noticed that one member of the group was lagging far behind. Ezri slowed down to join her. “Are you alright? Do you need help or something.”

“No thank you. I am fine.” the pale young woman who had cornflower blue hair and crimson red eyes replied in a very, very soft voice.

Ezri nodded, “Alright, but if you need anything just let me know. I’m Ezri, I don’t believe I got your name.”

“Rei…” she replied softly, “Ayanami Rei…”

“Well, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Ezri replied. She looked at the wall as the entire group passed by. “Oh! We’re here already.” Everyone entered the transporter room. Ezri turned to the transporter operator, “Ensign, please transport these people to the Reunion.”

The Ensign blushed, “I’d love to Lieutenant, but the Reunion is not within transporter range.”

“What?”

“The Reunion is not within transporter range.” the Ensign repeated, “External sensors registered two starships at the Reunion’s location, then there was a massive energy discharge, and no ships were detected afterwards. There are neutrino emissions consistent with a ship entering warp, but they are not those of a Romulan warbird.”

“Can you find the Reunion?” Misato inquired.

“No, it’s beyond our sensor range.” the Ensign replied.

Asuka quickly shot a look at Misato, “No, don’t even say it…”

Misato turned away from Asuka to face the others, “Everyone, report back to the NERV, search and possible rescue mission.”

At that moment, Asuka cursed a streak, and everyone on Kedanya almost mistook her for the Captain.

When everyone was settled back on the NERV, it quickly undocked and proceeded on its way to the last known coordinates of the Reunion. Rei looked out the window of the Observation Lounge.

“That’s an unusual looking spatial anomaly…” she quietly commented.

Ezri looked at the anomaly too. It was forming near the station, “Indeed…it is unusual, and at the same time very familiar…” She thought for a moment, “…insurance…?” She shook her head. ‘No…it’s not possible…that was used in a past episode, and we don’t reuse past plot ideas on Star Trek...’ She thought to herself…

"The Sa'toth is hailing Comedore."
"Put it on screen." *Sceen reveals Sela's Son
"Commedore I don't know if you've noticed but the anomoly outside your station is spitting out ships as much as A class of Coca-Cola Spits our Bubbles... Sending you the files."
*Scince Console Beeps on and displays what everyone should fear."
"Oh... My... God. Species 89992. How many Ships?"
"Only 5 So Far Commedore. I can convince the homewolrd to dispatch a couple dozen Warbirds As I command 3 which will allso help in defense."
"How do you know about species 89992?"
"Tal Shiar knows all."
"Well That WILL help but now I sugest we leave them alone for now.

LATER

Briefing Room Department heads. Sela's Son and Two other Romulans are also present. As well as Various other Captains and crew.

"Sir What _IS_ Speecies 89992?" Asked Maelways.
"Well thy are a species tat copies things. Especially Earth Sci-Fi.
They Copy Ships, but they even upgrade them. For Example A certain Star Wars Ship was encountered By the Enterise-E 3 months Ago. Unlike in the movie it had Disruptors not Lasers.
They have also copied.."
*On Padd being Passed Around
Star Wars:
Imperial Star Destroyer
Super Star Destroyer.

Babylon 5:
Vorlon Cruiser.
Shadow Ship.
Shadow Fighter.
Minbari War Cruiser.
Earth Omega Class Battleship.
Vree Saucer (Just like a UFO)
Centauri Battleship.

ID4:

Carrier (Weaker shields)

"Oh my..." Said a now speechless crewman
"Now what?"
"First we need to close that singularity and the second that follows it. We Also will need a large fleet to fend off the invaders. Tomorrow there could be a 100 ships."
"Do they have transporters or Warp DrivE?"
"No. They USe Singularitys and are forced to dock. Transporters may be a usefull strategy though."
"Maelways I want you to Contact the Klingons and have them send what ships they can, try every major spacefaring race you can EVEN the Tholions and Dominion."
"Aye Aye."
"Dismisses."Wes then thinks (at least SOMEONE got creative...)

TBC

The Reunion slowly came to a stop. Everyone still stunned from the trip slowly recovered.

"Everyone alright?" asked Captain Crusher
"Sir I am dectecting a small ship just outside the Reunion"
"Hail it" said Captian Crusher
"No reponse"
"Can you pull it into the shuttle bay 4?" asked Captain Crusher
 

The Reunion locked a tractor beam onto the odd ship. Then a small team went to the shuttle bay to investigate. Watching them enter the ship was a creature wearing a blue metalic armor. A creature suffering from amnesia and reffered to himself with the name of his species Hirogen. He had a little suprise waiting for the away team in the holodeck of his ship. Meanwhile the Reunion got its bearings and set a course for Kedanya.

To be continued

Star Trek doesn't reuse storylines but, of course, the Reunion is pretty messed up. So to recap we have two Elbron's, the Reunion on a course to Kedanya with a Hirogin in the shuttlebay (although the crew doesn't know that yet) and wasn't there something in Part 5 about the Pikachuu being hostiles. Oh yeah and "Ezri's" flashabck scene.
The story...
The Reunion crewmembers walked into the ship and came out alive, although quite distressed. Crusher could care less about this at the moment, however, the report was made to Maelwys.
"We encountered a human-oid creature in the ship who used the holodeck to torment us, and made us do some sort of dance called the Macarana (Wow, getting past stories in here good). His 'exploration of other species biological distincetivness chamber'. We had to play along for 2 hours before we conviently found out how to stop him. He's unconscious in his 'ready room' now. And sir." The security guard added as Mealwys turned," That ship, is a disguise, it's really a shuttle from the USS Voyager"

To be cont.

And the universe did just that.

Except for a few trancendant beings, of which 3 congregated around the Reunion and Kedanya. These three included the one who stopped, everybodies favorite Q, Q, and the traveller Wesely Crusher.

I didn't know you could do that. Wes thought. I'll have to keep that in mind for the future. Now, why...

Simple. This was getting out of hand. Someone had to do something. I did it. The first figure replied.

That's all well and good, but what are you going to do. The continuum won't have upstart slugs like you sltering the fabric of the universe at will, Q interjected.

I could say the exact same thing about you, Q

That's enough you two. As Q and I know a couple of people are coming, and we can't have all of this stuff in the way. I propose we stop this plot, and get ready for the new.

Agreed

**FLASH**

This whole mess got itself straightened out. All hte problems were solved, everybody/thing was put back where they belongs, and the universe was safe again. For a couple of days.

And it left the whole of Kedanya will one major feeling of 'Deja vu'...
 

THE END!