The Atlantis Theory

The Atlantis Theory

Volume I


TRU undergraduate

Mar. 27, 2015



Prequel: The Atlantis Project



Prologue: “Captain Briggs; the last fleet has sustained heavy damage,” reported Ensign James. “The shuttle maneuvered the wreckage of Federation ships. “Prepare for an immediate temporal jump for Stardate 504667.9, and hide our temporal trail underneath the empty space,” ordered Captain Mars.

“Aye, Aye” responded Ensign James.



































Part Zero

With the arrival of the newest adjunct of Starfleet, the Federation Time Command, there

came an opportunity to revisit troublesome events in history without creating rifts or

paradoxes in time, thanks in large part to contemporaneous computing power. Given the temporal position of the UFP Time Command, that being the 29th century, analysts could do their investigations and measurements without interference from either the past, or, especially, and as far as their knowledge could permit, the future.

Because the very nature of their activities was necessarily intrusive to countless species and organizations, the location of Time Command was kept secret. This was even more true of one of their prize ships, the Epsilon. Its very existence was a matter of conjecture.

Epsilon had only been on one assignment before the second, and what promised to be a most challenging assignment, the 8472 incident. Species 8472 was a Borg designation.

It represented a race of warrior telepaths that the Borg could not assimilate. Further, 8472

possessed weapons and transportation technology that were unmatched by all known species in the galaxy in the 24th century, save one.



And those were the humans. Ever since humans had used Borg technology to combat 8472, they had prevailed at every encounter. Yet all attempts at an established peace had

failed. Now, 8472 seemed to have a new type of malfeasance at their disposal. But before

the humans could put their own defensive expertise to use, there was the necessity of the Time Command mission briefing. As always, it was conducted by upper echelons, with ship’s personnel attending. Central to the proceeding was Captain Benjamin Mars, commander of timeship Epsilon. Also in attendance were various key individuals whose functions aboard the Time Ship would be vital.



The Central Administrator waited for all to sit, and then assumed his position at the center of the proceedings. When the room quieted, he began,

“As always, this mission briefing has a top classification.. Nevertheless, some may have

an inkling of what I am about to describe. I am about to outline what may be called the 8472 incident.. Four days ago, agents returned from time line Beta to report the temporal adjustment to the operations of an experimental human time ship in the 24th century. This incursion was made by Species 8472, which is the first indication wave ever had the 8472 has time travel. We suspect our that our experimental ship was destroyed because it was fundamental to the occurence of First Contact between humans and Vulcans in the 21st century. By preventing the destruction of the Borg in this encounter, human Star Fleet Command never came into being, and our development and use of nano explosive technology in fluidic space never became a reality.

“With our first detection of a Temporal Incursion by Species 8472 on record, it is clear that we have a new competitor to match. The Beta time line is in ruins. That is to say, the 29th century equivalent of Star Fleet , and Time Command, simply no longer exist. The mission of Epsilon is to arrive in the 24th century before 8472 arrives in one of their bioships, and quite simply, destroy them.”

8472 had been in an era of isolation and had been in solitude shrouding them in seclusion. There had been no communication with 8472 since Voyager had given up a stray 8472 to the Herosians in the Delta Quadrant. They were a highly telepathic race and the last known contact was by Voyager in the Delta Quadrant, with the Herodians. Seven of Nine had handed over an alien 8472 trying to return back to its home in fluidic space. This was against the Captain’s orders and was done to save the Voyager vessel.





Captain Mars spoke up. “Are our two time ships (Atlantis and the Enterprise) being used for both time lines, or are we designated to attack one ship occurring in two temporal locations?”



“Is it necessary to revisit both time lines, although we think our target species possesses only one time ship?”



Mars smiled. This mission should be smooth as glass. The difficulties involved with two simultaneous incursions were enormous. They could clean up the Alpha line, jump to the Beta line to intercept 8472, and be home in time for a well deserved rest.



The Central Administrator continued: This mission is not to be taken lightly. Although known to be primitive by our present standards, 8472 may have outgrown our expectations of them. If they are using time ships, that is certainly true. As a crew you have had your orders for 2 days. Now you know why.”



Another crew member, Klar F., said, “Do we know what century of origin this alien time ship originated?”



“Unfortunately we do not. All our attempts at translocating points of origin were erased from existence in the Beta time line. Fortunately, that may point to a somewhat secure position for the Alpha line. Both time commands have the mandate to protect each other. If one is damaged or destroyed, the other moves to intercede and reverse the damage, as you know. That nature, indeed the Universe, allows for 2 Time lines

continues to astonish me.”



Salemink said “Then our Alpha mission is to secure the experimental ship and check for incursions. Following which our Beta mission is to arrive before the enemy, and effectively ambush them, before they achieve their objective.”

“Exactly, it may be more difficult than it sounds. However, you are the finest crew available. We made sure to handpick a crew for Epsilon. The ship handles very nicely, as you may have noticed on your first mission. A crew of 24 is the perfect complement for a double incursion.”

Computational expert X Travis said “I noticed we are using time fold factors



5 through 20. That was a surprise. It made our last mission much more effective.”

“Indeed. There are many factors about that ship that may surprise you. You will certainly be pleased with how it handles in combat.



“But time eludes us. Our briefing is at an end, provided there are no more questions.”



“None.”



“Excellent .The onboard computers have all been completely programmed and briefed. I wish you all a safe and effective journey, to be an effective agency, and may you travel in good time. See you in a few hours.”





The crew quickly made their way from the briefing annex to the ship launch. Epsilon was waiting for them. It was a highly intelligent ship, among its other attributes,

It could think its way out of nearly any combat situation, and recognize dangerous temporal paradox potential before the potential became actual. It was bristling with

sensor arrays and shield generators, although none of these accoutrements were visible to the observer, the equipment had been built into the ships outer hull.



Hidden in a polar orbit over Triangular, a time ship belonging to 8472 waited in ambush for the arrival of Epsilon. Its commander was known mentally as Ott, and he was a seasoned warrior and one of the first time travelers of his species. He awaited the destruction of the human ship with much anticipation. It was the second step in along series of measures that would ensure the protection of his species.



Ultimately, he thought, mind will rule. Our minds. The humans will fail because knowledge is strength, and we have more of it. The weak will perish.



“Hive master Ott. The human ship approaches at warp 25. Time to intercept, 3 minutes.”



Various thoughts wafted in Ott’s direction.



“Engage cloak. Energize condenser to full. Prepare yourselves. This is our moment.” He made one last check. The bait was secure,. The experimental ship and a small space station were in position.



“Cloak is engaged.”



“Excellent. Lets slowly drift into a equatorial orbit be ready to fire all condensers on my mark.”







Benjamin Mars felt a slight lurch forward as they came out of warp.



“Report.” Asked Salemink from Atlantis, “Time fold factor functioned perfectly.”

Ansen asked Schott, “have we arrived at the proper date?”



Klar F. said, “the experimental ship is here, intact, and it looks to be in pristine condition.”



Mars said, “hmm. So this is where it all started for us. Ok, lets secure from Alert status and”



“Captain!”

Suddenly in front of them a bioship decloaked and fired its condensers at them, supremely powerful thermal energy that decimated anything unshielded. And Epsilon was unshielded. Where was the computer? “Lars!” the captain said, “return fire! Where is the tactical program?”



Oxreider said , “ the combat computer took a direct hit! We are…”Lars jumped out of the way of falling debris. “ we are virtually defenseless. Firing phasers!”



The bioship fired another salvo of thermal energy. Its shields repulsed the phasers with ease. The engine of Epsilon took a hit. “Shields!”



“Shields inoperative, captain.”



The crew looked at the screen. The bioship moved away from them like a predator. It approached the experimental timeship. It fired its condensers and the ship disintegrated. And as quickly as the battle had begun, the bioship went to warp and vanished. The experimental ship and the space station had phased out of existence. Captain Mars looked around the bridge.



“What is our condition?”

“Weapons inoperative. Shields down. Engine offline. Temporal shields

Operative. We have a time fold factor of five.”



“Which means we can only jump at 10 year intervals. Wonderful. The ship and station have phased out of existence. 8472 has won.”



Schott said “Not necessarily. Sensors indicate the presence of tachyon emissions, which leads me to believe the experimental ship has recently been used.”



Ansen said “could these emissions have been the residual traces left behind by the bioship?”



“The computer indicates a different point of origin for these [particular particules.”



“So the experimental ship may still exist in a different time?”



“Possibly”



“Do you have a temporal location?” asked Mars on the intercom to Salemink aboard the Atlantis bridge.



“Yes. A temporal one. Not a spatial one. Calculations indicate a destination in the 21st century.”



“Captain Mars said, “Well, that’s it then. We simply have to go back and warn them about this attack. They still must have failed.” He looked at the screen. “:the ship and station have been erased from existence.”



Ansen said, “ we can only make a ten year jump.”



“Nevertheless. We may be able to find somebody that has the answers. Lars, prepare for a jump at factor 5.”

”But what about repairs?” the bridge crew looked curiously at the captain..



“Repairs will have to wait. I don’t want to be here in the event that the bioship returns. It has a cloak, it may still be in the area.”



“Jump at factor five, aye.”



“Proceed.”



As always, each of them felt a tingling in the scalp as they passed through the time fold. 10 years was not enough to cause on of the other noticeable factors in the travel of time: the rapid growth of fingernails. However as they looked they saw the barely noticeable shifts of stellar positions. And then it was over.



“What is our time and position?”



Kara looked at her instruments. “Sirius Arm, Alpha Quadrant, Triangular 3 at Stardate 504667.9, five parsecs from Earth..”



“Captain Mars!”



Klar gaped at the screen. Before them was a small armada of Federation vessels. One was galaxy class, the other two were nebula class. Flanking them was the experimental time ship .

“Incoming transmission.”



“Put it through.”



A Federation officer peered at them from the screen.



“This is James Matrix Kirk of the starship Enterprise.’

No answer, the crew were all dead.























Afterword (Repeat)



The wreckage of the future Epsilon was recovered by the Enterprise 10 years, in the future, before the internal sensors of the Epsilon recorded a deadly attack in Federation space by a species called Species 8472. Gravimetric distortions and energy fields were emitting tachyon rays on the hull of the Epsilon. Tachyons rays were emitted when time travel was committed in the area. She was a speed shuttle, classed with checking the borders of the Federation from unfriendly Neighbours such as the Romulans trying to move over across the neutral zone, or the Klingons whose temperamental peace was shaky. Although it was destroyed; the Epsilon from stardate 504667.9 was still out there, undamaged. It was the same ship, but from the future, was on a timeline to be destroyed and sent back in time 10 years after the destruction patrolling the borders of the neutral zone and recorded the deadly attack on earth’s home planet unless Starfleet acted quick.

The crew were all dead. “Sir we have a distant beacon and it’s Starfleet,” noted Ensign Ansen.

“On screen,” ordered Caotain Salemink. “It appears to be a class I temporal patrol shuttle. It has sustained heavy damage to its hull and warp drive… All crew are dead.” Reported Ensign Ansen.



“Starfleet we are relaying scans of the data from the wrecked Epsilon, existing 10 years from the present stardate,” communicated the Enterprise communication officer.

Enterprise, captained by James Matrix Kirk, was a later ancestor of the infamous James Tiberius Kirk, recovered the wreckage of Epsilon outside the edges of the Alpha Quadrant on the borders of the Beta Quadrant. Furthermore the Enterprise began investigating the arrival of this future vessel. The Epsilon was captained by them dead and alive William Benjamin Mars. The Enterprise paid tribute to the dead crew from the future on the Epsilon but the Epsilon and Enterprise was still in the outer regions of Federation space. It was a little creepy paying tribute to people that was still alive as well as sending them off into the blackness of space in their shuttle coffins. The Epsilon still in commission was scanning for enemies outside the edges of Federation space. This future ship was not from here. It was outside the temporal analysis of subspace. Captain Kirk of Enterprise had scanned the area for tachyon rays and after checking for any clues to the Epsilon took an away team to investigate the whereabouts of its wreckage. They found data reporting that the Epsilon had been put on autopilot after the captain had sent the ship into reverse time and the computer had gone through the rift and the temporal relativity had gone back 10 years... Before nearly being destroyed by 8472.

The Enterprise discovered the Epsilon vessel heavily damaged and the crew all dead with life support systems down. There was a last readout of a command inputted by the Captain that read to return 10 years earlier in the timeline. The command was the last command put through the Epsilon before emergency systems went down.

The Epsilon was a class one stealth shuttle used to warn and patrol the vast border of Federation space.

The Epsilon came from roughly 10 years in the future, in year 2837. It was a warning from the future of the pre-emptive attack on the Federation the news and was sent across all subspace bands, through Starfleet and the Federation, warning of the attack. The commanding officers met in the conference room between all the bridge officers of the Enterprise and discuss the temporal counter-attack towards species 8472. 8472 with their long alien bodies, and high regenerative abilities, would fall to the destruction of the flag ship of Starfleet.



Atlantis, Enterprise and Voyager under the three commands of Salemink, Kirk and Travis would delay the destruction of earth with a pre-emptive, temporal fought war between 8472 marking a pivotal attack in the heart of 8472 space. Their home world and surrounding defenses would be annihilated if peace was not met after first combat. The future encounters with 8472 would set a precedent with earth’s combat against species outside the alpha quadrant and outside the galaxy as well as fluidic space.



The original Voyager had travelled through much of the Delta Quadrant encountering races of unknown beings and enemies too such as the Borg or species 8472. Trying to get back to earth they uncovered data that would serve Starfleet in its exploration out of the Alpha Quadrant. Its wars with other species were brief as they passed through other people’s territory. The lasting peace the Federation had finally gained from years of wars in the Alpha Quadrant, were being disrupted with new enemies. The federation was known for its tact with peace and mending enemies into friends and allies.



The glimpse into the future was especially worrying to Starfleet. Not only did it appear that earth was destroyed but there was little resistance from 8472 which appeared to have come in with chemical and organic weaponry. Starfleet was not prepared. If Voyager was able to share its nanoprobe weaponry information with the rest of the armada they may just have a chance to disable 8472 at its home and disarm their tactical advantage towards Starfleet.



The wrecked Epsilon was boarded and had its internal sensors transferred to the care of the Enterprise for investigation by Kirk, who posted Lieutenant Kerak to officially go through the data stream. Lieutenant Kerak was an inquisitive Vulcan with mousy brown hair in a mushroom top head style with two noticeable pointy ears They checked all logs and final commands. After Salemink had concluded its origin of end, Enterprise would take in tactical data damage from 8472 to Epsilon.



Captain James William of the Epsilon was not warned for any traces of fluidic space in the borders of Federation space. He scanned and checked the area. The ensign reported to Starfleet there was no sign of trouble. No sign of destruction was recorded before the Epsilon was nearly destroyed leaving its wreckage in the Delta Vega sector, most likely it passed through the black hole that was pulling in much of surrounding planets into it’s gravitation field.



The Epsilon was emitting signs of time travel and damage from fluidic space. If the Epsilon was to have never been destroyed and the attack of 8472 reverse the cataclysmic events documented in the future Epsilon; the wrecked Epsilon would digress into infinity and the temporal boundaries would most likely see the damaged Epsilon explode into temporal infinity. Basically the destroyed Epsilon would no longer be destroyed and only temporal records would account this. The Enterprise and Atlantis continued its investigation as speedily as possible.

The Captain of the investigation, James Matrix Kirk, like his great, great grandfather, James Tiberius Kirk. He was a descent of the famous James T. Kirk and he took the same style of “leap before you look” type attitude to captaining a vessel.

Starfleet gave orders to the three captains to prepare and strike 8472, in its own space before the pre-emptive attack would occur in the temporal timeline. They would hopefully draw up a surrender treaty and make peace with 8472, once they discovered the reason for the future attack.



















































Part One Destruction

The bridge crew assembled in the center of the ship and began checking systems. Epsilon was a small ship by ordinary standards, but of average size for a time ship.

Space had been built into it in ingenious ways. The observer would never guess, looking at the simple oval shape of the craft, that it could house 50 people comfortably.



21 people were used on this mission due to guiding principle- each additional person was a potential threat to the time lines. None were really required for a mission of this scope.



Captain Mars eyed his bridge crew speculatively. They were a good collection of individuals, specialists all. Klar F. would be his go to man in all tactical and strategic situations. Another human, Klara Schott, would serve as Timescape observer and computer interactions. X.Travis was computational expert. Lars Oxreider functioned as secondary pilot and independent weapons systems specialist in the event of combat necessity. Kev Ansen was second in command.



The crew began quietly checking controls and systems to initiate launch proceedings.



One after the other, they turned to the captain and nodded.



“Then I assume we are ready for launch?”



“Gravitic engines prepared, captain.”



Ansen said, “All other systems and functions at the ready.”



“Go to alert status. Launch when ready.”



“Launch, aye.”



Anti gravity had proven to be the most effective way of achieving escape velocity.

Epsilon shot up at a high rate of speed and cleared the troposphere in seconds.



Inertial dampeners kept the crew at a state of 1 g suspension, which would also be vital twhen the ship went to warp.



Within a minute the Epsilon was in orbit. On the view screen before them, space opened up like a blanket of glittering jewels.



Pilot Oxreider said, “Systems check out, warp 25 at the ready.”



Catain Mars turned to Kara Schott and said “What distance should we travel before folding time on the Alpha line?”



Schott said, “ The data we have indicates that if a temporal incursion does occur

On the Alpha line, it will happen on the Sirius Arm, at 8132381. There is an indication by our computers of a potential change in prevention prevention at that point in space and time.”



X Travis said, “that information is now in our data bases. Helm is at the ready.”



Captain Mars said, “This is when I sometimes wish I could stay behind to see the outcome.” Every body knew that the moment the ship folded time, the results would be completely tangible to observers remaining at Time Command. Not necessarily to everyone else in the Galaxy, of course. Time Command was completely enveloped in Temporal Shielding. At least in the Alpha Time Scape.



Captain Mars said, “Do we have a precise location in the Sirius Arm for interception?”



Travis said, “We do. And uninhabited world orbiting the star Triangula 3. Course is set.”



“Very well. Engage the warp engine. Stand by time fold.”



“Warp 25, aye. Time fold ready.”



Captain Mars looked pensively at the view screen. A prayer against hubris, always.



Traveling through time was like riding a photon torpedo without a guidance system

into a nebula. The last thing one would expect is certainty, he thought.if only they appreciated that at Star Fleet Command. Not Time Command. The old fashioned one.



“Warp 25 has been achieved. Time to coordinates 1.3 hours.”



“Excellent. Into the future, into the past. With that mantra spoken, the Epsilon broke into its highest warp. The Sirius Arm of the Galaxy awaited them.

The destruction of the future Epsilon led Starfleet to devise plans to counter-attack species 8472 before the threat was imminent. The warning of the Epsilon would give Starfleet the edge to go to fluidic space and attack 8472 before they attacked earth. The destruction of 8472 would lead to freedom and peace with races that would be next target by 8472.

Aboard the Enterprise, James M. Kirk was researching the outer levels of the Alpha Quadrant noticed that the gravimetric readings with the Epsilon were heavily distorted with bits of fluidic space. This further confirmed the suspicions he and his crew had that it was a fluidic space attack, which the only know race was species 8472. It appeared the attack lead them to pinpoint the invasion of 8472 in the outer galaxy of fluidic space and Epsilon did everything they could to fight them off but eventually set temporal transition back 10 years and shows that there was high imminent danger to the Federation and to be ready and willing to combat 8472 in the past, before 8472 had made their advance. They were hoping to resolve with peace, but all areas of talk had ended after Starfleet sent an away team to negotiate a peace settlement.



Epsilon was a speedy temporal capable ship that was commissioned stardate 488750.1. Its mission to patrol the outer areas of federation space and was a first line defence of earth and all federation space. It would not have entered into this time drop into a temporal wake without precedence and with due right and cause or alter the Temporal Prime Directive of the known timeline if it not destruction or annihilation, not imminent.



It seemed it was a last hope that Starfleet would order a temporal jump by Epsilon to warn the Federation and change history for the better.

“Sir, 8472 destroyed Epsilon and it has come back as a warning to the Federation” said Lieutenant Daniel Paris.

“Sir, I must agree with Mr. Paris,” responded the Vulcan Kerak.

The Captain looked pensive. He stood up and walked around the meeting desk sliding his hands on the sleek glass of his work panel in his ready room.



“The Atlantis will rendezvous here shortly and we will need to call Voyager to get coordinates of 8472 special location,” spoke Captain Salemink to Captain Kirk on the intercom between their private channel over the armada they would put forward to neutralize species 8472.



The Captain of the Enterprise, Kirk, took leave to his ready room and began a star log. “Star date 504668.2, September 1, 2827, Time: 21:25:55, reporting Officer James M. Kirk, Captain. We await Captain Travis of the Intrepid Voyager and Captain Salemink of the Atlantis. We report to the orders of Starfleet to enter fluidic space with newly armed nanoprobe weapons from the Voyager database which will infiltrate and destroy species 8472 weapons, defence and ships quickly. We hope to have talks of peace before any more destruction takes place, temporary or permanent - End log.”

All three captains made a log entry into their star log to mark the occasion of this battle and its precedent towards their temporal mission and the continued existence of the human race and the Federation of Planets.

The destruction of future Epsilon shocked Starfleet. Peace had reigned in the Alpha quadrants for many years until the recent conflicts and ushered in a new era of steadily unknown threats outside their controlled, peaceful sectors and space... The attack was especially disturbing in nature because the logs and readings read no warning of attack. The combat logs read that Earth’s defence systems were destroyed in a matter of minutes. Earth too was destroyed. The counter-attack, in temporal pre-emptive war would have to be quick and use all the elements of surprise and deceit to destroy and send a message to 8472 that earth would not go down fighting. It was now becoming clear, after the Enterprise away team discovered logs from the Epsilon. Such as the destruction of Outpost 359 near the borders of Romulus space.



The Captain James Matrix Kirk, like his father, made his orders clear with his crew that they were to await Atlantis and Voyager. They were clear, concise and prompt and the crew knew that the Captain’s orders were to be followed with the most sincere loyalty.

He knew time was of the essence. He was going into this mission blindfolded as there was little knowledge of fluidic space and return home was unlikely. This was James Kirk of the 9th generation Enterprise, the Enterprise-I.

“When Voyager and Atlantis get here with our coordinates to and fro fluidic space, we will begin and end this war.”



Meanwhile...



Starfleet sent out orders to the fleet to prepare for a pre-emptive attack against 8472. The three ships in the Omega sector were mobilized; Enterprise, Voyager and Atlantis were preparing to defend on the home world and surrounding defences of species 8472.



The rest of the fleet was responding with headquarters that they would be in position to defend earth from a counter-attack with 8472 within the hour. Because Voyager handed over the alien to the Herosians, specifically Seven of Nine, and they were now facing open war in federation space.



Atlantis just commissioned several weeks ago appeared on the Enterprises’ scans. The Atlantis was a time transporting ship with new experimental design. The Atlantis was commissioned by Starfleet in the Pegasus Galaxy at the Stargate Atlantis with a temporal Stargate transceiver that could map time from a single point and re-chart it to the future.



It worked under a simple premise. The design took advantage of the natural chemical theory of water, that when evaporated, transports over a distant space and can be sent to a temporal jump outside subspace. The evaporation of the Atlantis sent it in and out of special flux or timeline.



Salemink sat in his ready room. He noticed an old relic discovered in fluidic space in an exploration party, dating back thousands of years and still in perfect condition. The first act was by them. The Federation thought they could solve things diplomatically. When diplomacy fails, war comes.

The first ship to encounter species 8472 in fluidic space was the first to be destroyed. 8472 launched an all-out attack on Earth. Luckily Earth was taking guest to an armada of Klingons celebrating the battle of Ka’moth at sector 0195 and the beginnings of a Klingon/Federation treaty that brought Klingons in the Federation of Planets.



There was a period of heightened anxiety, and until the return of a convoy that said it had shook hands with 8472, themselves. Now, the Federation was facing a temporal incursion that would destroy earth 10 years from now. The arrival of a badly destroyed scout ship, Epsilon was the warning party for the destruction, and quick destruction of earth. They not only wanted to destroy earth, but quickly, so there was little to no resistance. 8472 would see the Alpha Quadrant purged of all life. This also meant that many other Federation members, including the Klingons would be destroyed. The best thing they could hope for now was to arm an armada of ships and destroy the heart of 8472.

“Sir, there is an incoming message from Admiral Jenkins,” informed Ensign Ansen to the Captain.

“Put it through my system,” ordered Salemink.

“Captain Salemink,” greeted Admiral Jenkins. “Bad news, bad news. 8472 has shown that we are no match for an all-out-assault. As soon as they shoot us, we go down. The best thing we can do is attack with an onslaught of the nanoprobe weaponry developed on Voyager 25 years ago. We will double, if not triple the potency of the nanoprobes and use quantum torpedoes, in an onslaught, and destroy as much as 8472 as possible, if we don’t reach surrender from them as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Admiral, what will you have me do?” asked Salemink.

“Voyager will rendezvous with you and will carry a test batch of nanoprobe quantum torpedoes which can be reproduced quickly and efficiently by the entire crews of you, Voyager and Enterprise. I want you to open a stargate at the home of 8472 and get them to surrender if not destroy them” he ordered Salemink.

“Who will lead this assault?” questioned Salemink.

“Enterprise of course, she is the flagship,” replied Jenkins. “You will stand back and guard earth and the return beacon as fluidic space has known to change spatial diameters. We need a spatial position to retrieve back through, and Atlantis will open a spatial gate at Earth. The rest of the fleet will be ordered to return to Earth at the end of this mission and regroup for a return assault if needed. And make sure they hand over information which will guarantee that another assault in the future won’t wipe out half the Quadrant.”

Salemink nodded. “This is desperate measures Salemink. I want you ready. Create as many nanoprobes as you can fit to torpedoes.”





“Where is Voyager?” stammered Captain Kirk on the Enterprise Bridge.

“Here she comes,” noted Helmsman McKinnon. Voyager came up on sensors.

“On Screen!” ordered Captain Kirk. Voyager appeared on the view screen, on external sensors close to orbit with the Enterprise.

“Hail them!” again ordered the Captain.



The attending captain of the Voyager ship was Captain Travis. This was a new generation Intrepid Class Voyager. She had the computer core of the original Voyager but a new body. It was a very sturdy small ship with experience in the Gamma sector and fighting growing threats of outer regions in the galaxy. It was also one of the few ships with information on 8472 and a database with the coordinates to enter into fluidic space from normal space.



Next, Atlantis appeared on sensors dropping out of high warp next to the Enterprise.



“Good to greet you, Captain Salemink” acknowledged Captain Travis appraisingly. “You too Kirk, hope you are well. Long times no see, how has the work in the badlands been going?”

Captain Kirk responded by saying, “Excellent, it was like night and day from here! The enemy rising Bajoran resistance with the Cardassians of late saw peace talks after we arrived and settled the ongoing tensions.”

“Captain Salemink, I am honoured, how is the famous Salemink from the Pegasus Galaxy who solved the war in such a small time with the wraiths and solved peace so tidily.” patronized Kirk to Salemink.



The three captains, Salemink, Travis and Kirk all met aboard the Atlantis which would be a gateway through the black hole anomaly from spatial grid 8472 from earth into fluidic space. They had their attending commanding officers in the boardroom waiting for orders.



In the conference room the three captains all put together scenarios for attack. “If Atlantis and Voyager are destroyed, the temporal gateway must be closed,” said Captain Travis. The commanding officers of Enterprise sat uncomfortably in their seats.

“Sir, if Enterprise and Voyager are destroyed we will be vulnerable to possible attack and invasion of their part of the galaxy by 8472. If we wait for the rest of the fleet we can strike at 8472 with a whole armada...” said Lieutenant Kerak. He sat dishevelled his Vulcan logic and superior attitude making him look distantly dissociated.

“No! I do not think 8472 is expecting a pre-emptive attack” interrupted Captain Salemink, “We attack them with what we have. We don’t have time to plan a longer attack. Atlantis will be ready for casualties when Enterprise and Voyager return back out of the rift back to Federation space and close the gateway as Atlantis will be outside the spatial rift and communicate over distant subspace channels and wait to either close the rift in the blackhole or keep it open for Voyager and Enterprise to return.”



The three Captains look at each other, satisfied.

“Dismissed,” barked the three Captains to the rest of their commanding officers.

The group of them rowdily got up and went back to their duties, making a rumbling of noise on their ways out.



The battle was temporally justified by the head of Starfleet, that 8472 would destroy all of Federation space.



























Part Two: Black Hole



The black hole would be the perfect gateway to chart a temporal matrix, through subspace to fluidic space. It would basically act as a wormhole to fluidic space. The federation did not know the coordinates or key inputs that the Borg used to enter fluidic space.

“Don’t you think we should wait for the rest of the fleet?” suggested Lieutenant Paris to Helmsman McKinnon. “... and why doesn’t Atlantis fight in this battle. We could easily open a gateway out of fluidic space back to the Alpha Quadrant.” The black hole would provide a passage from Federation space to 8472 space. Black holes could also be used for time travel. The passage from earth to 8472 would not be temporal. At least that’s what Starfleet thought. It was still unknown to them that 8472 was in a different temporal flux than earth. Because they were on the other side of the galaxy, and in a different space type they were actually in a different age of the Universe. Their galaxy was distinctly different from earth. The passage through the black hole would create a temporal joint from one time to the next, changing the history and future of earth. This would be quite amazing because there would be no temporal input by Atlantis, Enterprise or Voyager, in the matrix inside the black hole. It was simply miraculous, the temporal flux, and temporal aftermath of neutrinos and tachyons effects, recorded after the mission.



The two of them made a facial approval of agreement but as the orders stood they would go into battle in the next few hours.



The black hole could be used as a gateway. They would return through Atlantis’s gateway in the vortex of the black hole. This was the plan.



Outside temporal relativity, the Atlantis captained by Captain Steven Salemink 10 years before the discovery of the wreckage of Epsilon and under the guidance of Captain Steven Salemink, decorated federation Captain. He took the ship outside earth's solar system and manned a science team to explore these new black star phenomena. They knew of the wreckage of the Epsilon and proceeded to take action with species 8472 which would invade federation space in 5 to 10 years estimated Starfleet.



“I’m going to talk to the Captain.” said Lieutenant Paris to McKinnon.

“Captain!” piped up Paris. “Captain, I believe we are not well prepared for this mission.

“Really!?” asked Captain James M. Kirk.



“Sir, there is a good chance 8472 already knows of our warning and are spying on u. Furthermore we only two ships to battle a swarm of 8472 ships in fluidic space are suicide.” continued Lieutenant Paris.

“You have your orders” responded Kirk firmly.

“If we are to have success, in this mission, we must strike when they are not ready; we cannot let them build up an army.” said the Captain. “Furthermore, Atlantis will keep us ready for a retreat and it will be in red alert to stop any ships that try to pass through our space gate, furthermore, the Atlantis is not ready for combat and would not serve well to see our entire armada flown into fluidic space when we don’t know the risks...”



The captain paused stood up, “dismissed!”

"Sir, we have visual," chirped Ensign McKinnon aboard the Enterprise bridge as the Atlantis moved in to scanning distance.



"It's massive and its gravitation readings are off the charts," noted Captain Kirk on the Enterprise bridge. "How far are we from Delta Vega?" asked the Captain. The ensign looked up the distance and reported; “3 parsecs, sir.” "The readings are showing a black hole in enormous size and with unstable graviton metric readings" noted Ensign Ansen. "Look here, the graviton radius is pulling in all outlining stars, including earths into its gravitational flux.” reported ensign Ansen, “Eventually the whole sector will be rewritten and stars will be circling earth and sending off gravity to brand new planets. Spectacular!”



The black hole gravity, while big, was not in any danger of pulling in other solar systems such as earth’s or Delta Vega’s. Ensign Ansen spoke up to the Captain, “Sir, it should not be a problem to use the black hole for travel. It is very stable even though it is probably the largest black hole Starfleet has ever countered. It is ready for time port.”



Captain Salemink wondered, "Amazing, this natural phenomena... could it outlast our own solar system,"

“This black hole could very well outlast half the galaxy, actually,” said the engineering officer. “It is the perfect door to all areas of its existence from the past 1000 years to the next hundred or more years as a gateway to space.”



They proceeded to map the temporal net to make a pathway from earth back to fluidic space with Atlantis opening a space gate from earth.



They entered the temporal net into the vortex of the black hole and proceeded to go in and return to normal space outside the boundaries of Earth’s solar system.



The black hole had an open fracture in space-time that connected it to many parts of the Universe. If a matrix was used to open another part of the Universe it could be used as a wormhole to any part of the galaxy.’





















Part Three Phantasm Star



The star of 8472’s home planet was fluidically charged ion and a corona which was the centre of their solar system in the fluidic solar nebula of Astrix 9. Its gravity pulled in much of the fluidic space to the centre of its gravity. If they entered the black-hole’s gravity they could come out of the black hole in that region of space. They would enter the fissure just enough to punch a hole in fluidic space.

It was 10 years later, had the destruction of the Epsilon took place under Captain William James and returned to an earlier time, to the time of Captain of Enterprise by Kirk, as a warning symbol. The Captain, Steve Salemink of the Atlantis with the help of the Enterprise and Voyager would chart a spatial rift across time into fluidic space to stop 8472 from destroying their galaxy and avoiding the future wreckage of the Epsilon or the destruction of earth or any Federation planets. The warning of Epsilon too would be averted and the timeline would have a whole new timeline with 8472 as a known temporal enemy. They already were known to the trek of Voyager across the Delta Quadrant but were forgotten in the later years of temporal exploration and furthered advancements not yet reaching fluidic space. Starfleet had forgotten 8472 and if not for the Epsilon, it appeared 8472 had purged the Alpha Quadrant of the Federation...

The armada of Enterprise, Voyager and Atlantis were tasked with deploying and destroying any armadas forming outside the Milky Way Galaxy, such as in fluidic space. While they could monitor most of the galaxy as well as they could, unknown threats outside the milky way would be encountered and warning of destruction from the future was allowed in the prime directive. It had to be a very bad result and meant that there was no other defence than to warn the past. This had been done before when the Borg attacked and Starfleet went back in time to stop them. The warning of Epsilon implied of a very fast quick sudden attack and if it were able to part the defences of Starfleet, it was sure to mean the end of all species in the Alpha Quadrant. The logs of the Epsilon of destruction showed that 60% of Starfleet’s defences were taken.



Captain Salemink before departure wanted to see his star pupil, Leah, his daughter and give her some comforting black forest cake for her birthday and talk about their mission as a beacon back home, in the Stargate and the casualties they would take as the Enterprise and Voyager engage in combat in fluidic space.



The Captain attended to his duties and went to get some R&R. The helpdesk’s beachfront scenario was not helping him concentrate on the mission as home beacon to Enterprise and Voyager. He decided to pay his daughter a visit. Her birthday had just passed and she spent it on the Orion moon of Elderon with her boyfriend in the holodeck. She would not be expecting a visit but he just found a delightful black forest cake from the replicator menu.



The Captain was off to see his daughter for her birthday. He buzzed on the door a few times. “Hello?” he yelled. He overrode the lock on the room and went in.



“Hello,” yelled the Captain on the intercom. No answer. He used his rank to enter in a security blacking his daughter’s room.



Into her room he saw clothes on the floors. They lead to her bedroom. “Leah?” asked Steve. He didn’t know he was about to extremely embarrass his daughter.

He heard some tumbling as he entered into her bedroom. There sat a half-dressed Ensign with his design daughter Leah Salemink.

“What is going on here?” he demanded an answer from her. There lay his daughter and a security officer Jenkins on his daughter’s bed.

“Don’t you ever knock,” said Leah.

“I did, and I want to know when my daughter is having promiscuous sex with my crewmen.” replied Steve.

Leah grabbed the bed sheets and went to her bathroom where she slipped into uniform. “I better get ready, the mission will be underway in less than 4 hours!” said Leah dryly.



She made her way out of the room, picking up her clothes on as the Ensign stood shocked. The Captain took a look at his crewmen disdainfully and exited the room without notice. The Ensign stood half naked with a stunned looked on his face. Back in the hallways the Captain yelled at his daughter.

“Leah!” He rushed out after her. “Leah! Salemink yelled again.

“What?” she yelled back.

“I need my senior nurse to be on her best for this mission. We will be taking in heavy casualties from the invasion of our armada,” he looked her deep in the eyes.



His eyes glazed over a bit. She looked deep into them and said. “You have such an elusive selective memory, Dad.”

“What? Why!?” he answered.

“It was Mom’s birthday yesterday and you never even called me. She would have turned 59.” she said with her eyes swelling like she was going to cry.

“Oh I am so sorry,” replied Salemink. He stared at her proudly. “I’ve been so busy with this new mission. I just forgot the date,” he was trying to make excuses for his forgetfulness.

If the mission is to be a success, it would have to be completed quickly and need to strike 8472. “If this missions is to work, I need you ready in sickbay.”

“You will get my best performance,” she answered and she headed off into the medical bay. She quickly departed down the corridor to the sick bay



The blackhole would serve as a temporal gateway across space and time. The Atlantis already has temporal evaporation as a means to slipstream across timelines. The Atlantis did not have a slipstream engine drive but had a similar temporal emitting field that create isometric parties and chronometric readings to go from time to time but not travel across space. The new slipstreams ships could travel vast spaces without problem. A simple warp core engine did find time dropping and worked better to form a pathway to and fro space as well as the advancement or decline in time.



"I want to talk with Captain Travis of Voyager," ordered Steve.

"Captain Salemink, the famous Captain Salemink, this is Captain Travis of the USS Voyager to greet you today. I believe you need some data from our computer. Is there anyway we can be of assistance to you?" asked Travis.

“The captain of our flag-time ship must be known to pilot through the most dangerous of sectors including the badlands... I hope this mission will go as preceded. How was the peace talks with the Kebol?.” he asked.

"Yes, the Enterprise will take our coordinates and go through then the black star and rendezvous at fluidic space. Is there any chance you'd like to tag along?" asked Captain Salemink.

“Are the nanoprobes suiting to your quantum torpedoes?” asked Travis.

“We have them,” responded the commander Gates of Enterprise.

“We are sending in our database on the production of nanoprobe. It includes much experimental Borg technology,” continued Travis. The Borg database was classed under the EMH’s holo-matrix of the original Voyager in the Delta Quadrant returned through a Borg transwarp conduit.

The captain ordered a red alert, “All men to your battle stations.”

"Sir, we have a report" reported Engineer Doris.

"Very well," responded the Captain.

"Sir, the data shows that Voyager crossed the fluidic threshold at coordinates 00-9-10. The stardate is unknown due to the time variance after the meeting with Captain Braxton shortly after the opening of the threshold. But the proximate star date was 51003.7." spoke the engineer.



"Send coordinates to the Enterprise, as she leads us into the battle.” ordered Salemink from the bridge of the Atlantis. “The expansive hull of the Enterprise will shield Voyager from threat of phasers and photon cannons!"



The three ships parted ways outside the blackhole. They would use the forming ion particles to pass through a stargate wake of the blackhole ionic charge and into a temporal field into the forming galaxy of fluidic space. With the correct inputs they could jump across time evaporating into the fabrics of space.



"Commander to all ships, the Enterprise is ready to go," announced Commander who of the Enterprise.

"On my mark we enter into the wake," ordered Captain Kirk. "At my command” he said.

“We are all ready to go." announced Salemink representing his crew and ship.

“All crew stand by” signalled Travis on the Voyager frequencies, to signal to Enterprise and Atlantis to prepare the gateways and attack formation with Atlantis in position to come if needed and would hold an escape route back to earth...

"On my mark," ordered Captain Kirk. "Mark."



Quickly Enterprise entered coordinates to forcefully cut time in a spatial rift within the black hole. They travelled steadfastly through the universe. While the Enterprise and Voyager coordinated with each other at planet 8472, Atlantis created a beacon to return to earth. After entering into the Star gate opened by the Enterprise, they returned to the temporal dialysis of the age and era of 8472 and their age of continuity from Earth’s age of beginning.

"Report!" ordered Captain Salemink.



"All systems read okay, and we appear to be in the 4th Century," read commander Davis on the Atlantis. "Wait... that can't be, earth isn't even colonized North America yet. They had entered into the age of fluidic space which different from the rest of the galaxy and actually sent them through a loop back in time to the end of the Pisces era. Earth in the 29th century had entered the Aquarius age a while ago. “Captain, it appears we have slipped into a past of the years circa 500 BC. We may be observing a recording of our presence, which could change the future completely.”



The two ships entered the rift inside the black hole. Enterprise followed than by a late Atlantis that remodulated the matrix to point to earth. The new modulation would sync earth to the gateway in fluidic space at the heart of 8472. The armada, the three ships would modulate a central beacon to create a return point back to earth and then keep it open to return back to with the regrouped fleet at earth. Earth would be a good place as it was close to Delta Vega, earth had the most defences ready and the central fleet was just outside the Vulcan solar system on a survey mission.



Salemink and his crew sat on the edge of their seats as the other ships transmitted combat messages. “Has 8472 sent any hails or messages of surrender?” asked Salemink.



“Captain?” interjected the helm officer, Alexia. “I’m getting some sort of feeling. A sense of deep regret from the home world of 8472.”



“You can hear them?” asked Salemink. “You’re just entering into adulthood as a Navarian… So your mental telepathy is just beginning then.”

“Yes. They want the attack to stop,” she reported.

“What do they have to say about the destruction of Epsilon?” asked Salemink.



“They say they only wanted to destroy the Borg, Seven of Nine; that they now retract the assault.”

“How can we trust them this time?” asked Captain Salemink. “Can we assure they will never return to our space by handing over their knowledge of our space, or can they give us the data of their weapons that destroy planets so we can put up defences in the future?”



As the communications between 8472 were going Ensign Ansen reported trouble from earth.

“We’re not on our current age,” reported Ansen. “It appears after we create a path to the black hole from fluidic space to earth. There was a spatial rift between the planets. It appears that fluidic space is temporally out of sync with the rest of the Galaxy. We have travelled through a temporal bubble into the age of Capricorn, the age of Earth. Also, it seems they have already in the last few hours sensed our presence. There is anthropological evidence appearing on the surface of new buildings honouring ‘Atlantis’… us. I am now vocalizing some communication by the Greeks on the surface, and a great cave mountain has now just been called the birth of Atlantis. There is also talk on the other side of the mountain, of the lost city of Atlantis, returning one day.”

“What would be the temporal incursion noticed now by our presence,” asked Salemink.

“They seem to have created many theological predictions already of a return of Atlantis. There have also been sightings of a great moon in the sky and an advanced civilization returning to mark the anniversary of the great explosion in the sky. They seem to have seen our matrix in the Delta Vegan black hole and have interpreted it as the mark of Atlantis,” finished Ansen. “We may not have a future as, in our timeline, we enter the Aquarius Age in the early 29th Century, but this earth has entered it in the 21st.”

“So now we have create a race of Greeks, who believe we are the city of God in the sky,” interjected Salemink.

“Ay Captain,” noted Ansen.

“Sir,” interrupted first officer Kerak. The temporal paradox of us leaving and not returning before the climax of unenlightened civilization and basically fulfilling this new sighting of Atlantis before they lose their faith in the supernatural and demise of mankind.”

“Yes Kerak,” said Salemink. “The most unstable part of civilization which will get a quick unnoticed visit from do-gooders is the 21st pre-nuclear winter civilization of North America. Where Earth is bleeding most, we will come in and create a well of new age and mystery and siphon out the poison of years of blasphemy. Will give them Atlantis when they most need it.”

“How is our Armada?” asked Salemink to Alexia.

“8472 is pleading for surrender,” reported Alexia with her eyes closed.

“Captain Kirk,” commanded Salemink.” How does our assault look?”

“Many warships destroyed, damage to Enterprise hull,” reported Kirk.

“We seem to have some sort of surrender,” told Salemink to Kirk.

“From where?” asked Kirk.

“Alexia has a telepathic message from 8472,” explained Salemink.

“8472 are pleading for surrender, and I believe I am getting sentiments that they are sincere,” answered Alexia.

“Okay, we need a path back to earth,” ordered Kirk.

“That may be a problem,” said Salemink.

“What?” interjected Kirk.

“We’re currently in the age of Capricorn in the Greeks here who seem to have noticed us up in the sky,” reported Salemink. “We will opened a temporal spacegate back to this space back through the Delta Vegan black hole but with a temporal incursion back to current temporal age and then drop back forward in time to the 21st century,” summed up Salemink.

“This will give them a final show,” noted Salemink. The crew smiled in unison with each other.

‘Ansen open the gate,” ordered Captain Salemink.

“Done,” reported Ansen. “Sending Gateway to the coordinates of Enterprise and Voyager through fluidic space.”

“We’re through Captain, the gate is ready for you to enter and close,” repeated Kirk from normal time in the 29th Century.

“No, we’re on a new mission Captain,” answered Salemink

“What?” blurted Kirk.



































Part Four Greeks



They were sent to another age of earth’s existence and were not showing signs of any star gates subspace transmissions or anything of the 29th temporal existence of mankind’s presence.



"Sir, we appear to be in the Pisces age, while travelling to fluidic time of Voyager we travelled back eons. It seems that 8472’s temporality, especially their age and era has shifted ours,” finished Ansen.

“Sir, we appear to have the time from fluidic space and age changed which brings the 29th century to the most finite future and the old ages of the Universe changed but not yet because there still is a future existing.” have not left the first age of the planet." reported the Ensign. “We are in the early age of Pisces, it appears 8472 existed in an earlier era of the Universe.”

"How can that be, their technology, and their weapons have been so advanced?" pondered the Captain.

"Sir I believe I can infer that because there ships are all organic and chemical, they never need the technological age and never needed to go through the ages of the galaxy." said Lieutenant Ansen.

“We’re under fire!” yelled an ensign on the Enterprise.

“Bravo, Delta flight pattern!” ordered Captain Kirk of the Enterprise.



The Captain began to get a feeling in his frontal lobe. He was a telepath and he apparently was receiving message from 8472, which were a highly developed telepathic race. He was getting a message but what did it say.



“Captain?” asked an ensign as the dizzied Captain suffered minor plasma burns. The battle was raging on as the Enterprise took Alpha command and destroyed 5 vessels and a mother ship.

“I have a message... They’re talking inside my head...” began Alexia whose mother was a Betazed telepath. “They say: call off the assault and we will have peace with your galaxy,” repeated Luke. “We cannot suffer more damage by your people; we apologize for the attack on your vessel. It was in response to the reported death of one of our people in the Delta quadrant by the Herosians... We will leave non-fluidic space. We only were planning revenge on the in the Delta Quadrant by Voyager who sent one of our lost survivor to the Herosians by the hand of Seven of Nine”

“They said they can patch us through to their communications,” Captain Alexia passed on to Salemink.

“Sir, opening a subspace band with all frequencies,” responded an ensign on the com.



The species came up on the screen of the com station, their ships were organic and the neutrons emitted a certain tinge of primitive technology. “Putting their transmission through the Universal Translator.” noted Ensign Bridges...

The translation of the transmission came through. “We will stop our war with your space and galaxy if you call off this assault on our home world. We are retreating back into our solar system. Please leave now.”



"Very well, open a channel with Enterprise and Voyager, tell them we are sending a gateway to Enterprise and Voyager back to Earth," ordered Captain Salemink. Back at the battle, the ships had used Voyager's nana probe weapons to destroy the armada of 8472 ships. The mission was a success.



They had neutralized the growing threat of ships parked outside the Alpha Quadrant.



8472 were surrendering, and pleading for mercy. Captain Luke received a plea and Starfleet received messages on subspace bands that 8472 was forfeiting the war and was reeling with pleas to stop the attack that 8472 would not go ahead with its mission which was to invade the galaxy and aid in the destruction of earth.



Atlantis was waiting for any 8472 vessels but as they waited Enterprise and Voyager trailing came back. First was Enterprise and then Voyager, glimmering in the suns light they sparkled from combat with many damages and revealing circuits, hull and its shields glimmering in the excess weapons fire. The Atlantis was at red alert and took hurt crew from the other two vessels badly damaged to its medical bay.























































Part Five: The New Age of Mankind



What the Atlantis crew were finding out was that the change of the known era would forever change the footsteps, past and future of mankind. The temporal Zodiac would change and the past would be written with a different tone and signature. Like a dark mirror there would be a reflection and refraction back. Mystics of Zodiacs would forever change the fates of man, mankind and humanity as a whole. There is a saying that <every action has an infinite and unexpected reaction> and Salemink was thinking of his actions and this very quote.

After the battle, the Captains met at a council to discuss the temporality of the presence of Atlantis under the stars of the Greeks.

Lieutenant Kerak, a female Vulcan sat in deep meditation in her quarters. She looked out the window at the spatial flux and earth. She knew that there was a temporal anomaly out there. Quickly she head to the bridge. Her com buzzed with a call from the captain. “Sir, you called me?” she asked on the bridge.

“Sorry to bother you Kevok, how was the night meditation.” he asked her plainly. “We have a problem on earth. I need you to be on the bridge for this.”

“Kerak you will be second in command. Now is your chance to prove yourself as sub-command. You must relay the mission to Starfleet and tell them we are ensuring a gradual entry into the new age of space exploration.” said the Captain. “Davis your captain.”

While they reconvened back at earth, there was a puzzling matter. The Greeks had already passed into the age of Pisces with their new scientific philosophies of time and space. They were rewriting history to expand humanity further, and prepare for the threat of Borg, dominion, 8472 and the rest of Alpha Quadrant enemies and mapping outside the galaxy and edges of the known system in the Beta, Gamma and Delta Quadrant...



"Sir, it’s like a Viking Experiment," reported the Science Op, Haran. “The Greeks have already charted things that they are keeping secret from the generations to come. They have charted the Great Courses but are hiding all their findings from the next people to claim the lands and other cultures from their findings. This hiding of ancient secret maps and scrolls will lead to the master plan of Earth sub-class structures of 21st century Earth and politics.

They had rocketed back in time to the beginning and mark of the ushering in era of Aquarius and were speedily rewriting the star charts and mapping the seas and heavens. The Greeks were preparing to enter into the age of Pisces just when the technological age began, not when first contact was made with the Vulcans. This new timeline was made because of the temporal technological age that was made with the help of a future time travelling officers who crashed his ship and then lost his technology to the past. The masses thought they were ready for the age of Pisces earlier than was intended by the caretakers of earth.

"They are rebuilding earth with new star charts and new pagan gods and constellations," reported Ensign Ansen.



"By the time they reach the technological age they will be in the age of Aquarius, which is not supposed to happy till the late 23rd Century."



The black hole that was in the depths of Delta Vega would be a perfect doorway to earth in the 21st century before stardate. They could pass through the black hole and not disturb any temporality in space and return back to the exact coordinates in the 29th century as the black hole did not or will not change. Enterprise and Voyager would return to the 29th century, but Atlantis would stay behind and see an away team go to rehabilitate the people of the long era of Pisces.



Salemink pondered an earth based on the advancement of technology, rather than the advancement of the human spirit and self. He knew that the presence of Atlantis, Voyager and Enterprise had awakened the Greeks to prepare for an early Pisces age, than would happen with the hope of Alien encounter after pre-warp earth had struggled to reach the future. An earth based on the movement of mankind without the enlightenment of the Vulcans would not be a valiant honourable earth that Captain Salemink had grown up in. He knew what he had to do. Fix the people of the 21st century and push them to further the age of Aquarius and move towards the wonder of first contact and warp civilization.

The Captain sat pensive. "Tell Enterprise and Voyager to drop back into concurrent time in the 29th Century. We are heading to 21st Century earth to continue the age of Aquarius so it does not end the Pisces age of humanity. Earth will reap a new age. A gentle age through Pisces from the age of Aquarius and we will see it through to the Pisces age."



The Captain lay in his coordinates and set timegate jump for 21st century earth from their time drop in the Greeks so the timeline could be continued from there. The presence of Atlantis was known but the future could be hidden or put away from view as an aspiration...



The era of Aquarius would be of much technological discovery, while the age of Pisces which had stood for thousands of years was a time of evolution; if Earth was to not enter the age of Pisces and keep with the age that the Greeks had progressed when they felt the presences of Atlantis. Many people rushed to conclusion and said that the 21st century earth had already reached Aquarius.





The captain sat in his studies reading Anti-Oedipus. It was an old 20th century book, on the mythological Oedipus. It talked of the evolution of the mind, and the schizophrenic mind. Human ideals and a pluralistic sense of self. The door rang. “Come in,” spoke Salemink airily.



In came a dazzled Ensign Ansen who was assigned work in the USA. “Sir,” he panted. “I cannot go on this mission. The future is the future and I will be missing time with my family. I think my track record speaks for itself. I think my record for duty is of the highest standards.”



The captain sat in his desk patiently thinking it over. “You know your family will not exist if our temporal restoration is a success,” said Captain Salemink. Before they could finish the talk, the blue alert came on and both the ensign and Captain had to return to their stations

The Captain closed his book; Anti-Oedipus, with the thoughts of primitive 21st earth politics, war and disease. The new mission to rehabilitate 21st century would keep him busy understanding the philosophies and politics of the early technological age. Furthermore the age of space exploration would be daunted with new types of technology as future technology fell into the hands of the past such as the temporal lost of technology by Captain Braxton as his ship crash landed on 20th century earth.



“Blue alert” shouted the com officer.

“We will discuss this later,” ordered the Captain to Ensign Ansen standing awkwardly not at his post. The Captain waited for him to return to his post.

They flocked from the quarters to the bridge. The lieutenant had the briefing. “We’ve reached the coordinates and will be ready for time travel now.” spoke the lieutenant.

“All crew proceed to the transporter room for assemblage on 21st century earth,” ordered the Captain.

He pointed out their rendezvous point. “We will stay on earth for 10 years, rebuilding the social systems of 21st earth, especially in AmEria and Canada.” explained the Captain.

The crew looked on at the earth which stands upon the tip of a knife. Humanity needed to grow and become a well rounded Federation. If their mission did not succeed, they all would be erased from time, and their future, their future families and future existence of any sort of mankind of Starfleet or order would be erased. Mankind was not ready for the Age of Aquarius and the movement to that age would create an empire that would not last to the temporal age.



By that moment the Captain had to take care of one of his finest security officers, Ensign Ansen. He took the chief of security aside and very swiftly took control of the situation. “You’re going,” ordered Salemink. “I will not allow you to abandon this away team and crew.”

“But...” interrupted Ansen.

“No buts, you are needed in our mission in the United States. There is a big county jail with many known suffering men and women who need to have the assistance of a noble crew to lead us and this time back to the normal future and civilized world of the age of Aquarius. Not yet, will I let earth enter into a time to early and prematurely enter the age of Aquarius.”



The Atlantis stayed in contact with the away team, and stayed for as long as the temporal window would allow. Before long the Atlantis would have to return to its temporal existence. If it did not it would fall out of temporal sync and fade away into nothingness.



The Captain met with his acting commanding officers. “Commander Davis!” Salemink addressed, “you will be acting Captain and will await until our return in a temporal 10 year jump.” Davis nodded.

The Atlantis was holding a exchange crew of Tarellians. The Captain left orders for the Tarellians to be returned to their home planet and kept safe and well fed.

“Your job is to return the Tarellians to their home planet and to monitor fluidic space, and report to Starfleet of our work so the temporal timeline will address the presence of Aquarius people leading into a slow change of age, ushering in the age of Aquarius gracefully.” Salemink nodded, and dismissed the commanding team. “Dismissed!”

The last orders were clear. Return the Tarellians to Tarellian Prime and the command of Davis would return for the Atlantis crew through the black hole 10 years from the temporal entry date.” he ordered. Acting Sub-Commander Kevok, a beautiful Vulcan “will be second in command.”

Before the Captain was to send his crewmen to the different locations on earth he was to give his final orders and speech. “Crew, you have all proved yourselves with me in battle numerous times. Now we must uphold the temporal prime directive, in our mission in this old historic age of earth. The technology age of earth has been speckled with black spots of the future meddling in the past too many times. Our ancestors have lost their way in a forgotten point of history. The new plans of the ancient Greeks and even our presence in the solar system of the ancient Viking explorers have drawn an earth of destruction and war as well as inequality. We must right the wrongs and help the people get back on their feet and back towards a new future for us all. If we do not we may lost our own very existence to the sands of time. We must not fail. Goodluck to us all!”

Ensign Ansen was sitting in his room with a picture of his wife and children. He would not see them for 10 years, and the parallel time shift back forward to his time would not make up for those 10 years missed in temporal alignment.

The Atlantis came out of the temporal loop at stardate -310489.6. They would return back -300490.9 roughly July 6, 2012, Time: 00:37:26 and 10 years forward from that temporal coordinate.



This time was pivotal to a re-entry into the future, just as if they had never left.

















































Part Six Collective Continuum



Atlantis stayed in orbit until all crew had readied to their towns of interest. The Captain made sure all the necessary crew would be down with IDs and passports. After a few weeks, the crew acknowledged they were ready to see Atlantis go back to the future.

<This journal I will keep for the day I return back to the 28th century. If my associates had known that this and contained details of the hardship we endure in a primitive earth civilization.>

Down on earth the crew all applied to institutions and schools. Some of them were not able to get jobs right away. Even with technology and fake passports, they were not able to all get jobs. The crew worked in correctional facilities, forensic hospitals. They all had Starfleet training and knew all about nursing, security details of prisons. They took their jobs and blended into society.

While many of the engineers of Atlantis pursued various jobs to make futuristic dial watches with the insignia of Atlantis as a token of the presence of Atlantis and its mission in the age of their planet, earth.

Salemink was out of sync with his role on earth. The idea of dealing with these people for 10 years was not comforting. But, he looked on the bright side and dug his head and moved forward, trying his best to be apart of the primitive earth time. Salemink wrote in his journal his experiences of the past historic earth. He wrote of the Borg collective mind. Some days he wished he had been assimilated by the Borg in his past encounters with them. The symbiosis and the togetherness of a collective mind. He tried to tackle everyday problems with a commonsensical business but truly he was lost. How being a drone would be better than this information age existence and the primitive minds of earth not even enlightened to the corrupt world of their politicians.

<I hope that the people do not see us as invaders> he wrote. <I hope they see us entrepreneurs in a capitalist world with good intentions.>



While the majority of the crew stayed behind on Earth to help rehabilitate the luxuries of a pre-advanced systems of the 21st century. They would be working at home on Earth, the temporal Atlantis star ship travelled back to its time in the 29th century.



Captain Salemink briefed the team on its purpose to return 10 years later in the future and go back to the wreckage of Epsilon, if the fixture of the past and the fixture of the future war with 8472 and the counterattack should report Epsilon found. They would return after 10 years pick up the crew from their designated jobs and return to the Epsilon where all this temporal obscurity began with the wreckage of the time ship Epsilon sending a message back in time as the last operation the ship did was return a decade earlier and send a message to the existing Starfleet.



While down on earth in the 21st century, the Captain experienced a culture much different than his temporal coordinates of 29th Century earth. The people were naive and war ravaged through earth. The most the Captain could do was make sure the earth did not enter further than the Aquarius age. His presence set a precedent of future exploration in a galaxy class time ship commissioned by earth in the Pegasus Galaxy on a federation friendly planet.



The Captain missed his home in the Pegasus Galaxy where Star gate Atlantis preceded. His earth counterparts undertook the mission to save the 1st world from a bloody war with other nations and ensure the justice system of the time correctly served and protected all people under the charter of rights.



The collective continuum that was back in the Captain’s mind day and night. He began to write of it.



<Nothingness, absolute regression. The feeling of emptiness in a full state. All around the machines of the people worked to create new problems.>



The captain sat up. He knew his work was not done by the unfinished penmanship in front of him. Further rehabilitation of earth into a human state and crossing the boundaries of the temporal technology age that Captain Braxton brought earth and the presence of Atlantis in the time jump to the spatial temporarily paralysis of 8472 and their early age which sent Atlantis to the time of the Greeks. The Greeks took this presence and adapted their experiment with earth to enter into new ages much quicker. Not with time but with but with astrological quantum relation.



<Our mission puts the enlightened among the unenlightened and if it is to be a success, we must blend in with the rest.>



The underlying reason that only the Atlantis could explain with “This is not the time for procrastination, in the wake of temporal dialysis.”



They had gone on long enough waiting and still not a word from the future. Did the future exist or had they all been forgotten into the sands of time. The future would reside with starships piloting time vessels, slipstream and warp vessels all with their unique ID that translated into the field of matter or the age of the stars.

When the time was over, the Atlantis would return to the congruent time stasis that would bring Salemink and his crew back to their ship and duty in the future.



The collective mind worked with a global perspective. If that continuum forgot a member he would be lost into the collective background. The mess of the lost. Heaven and hell and back.



Salemink wrote more of his collective continuum.



<Only now do I feel the pressures of 21st earth. As my daughter reaches for the skies she will be found nursing the past selves back to health.>

<What does one do in a nation full of followers?>



It was a rainy day when Salemink met a young lady with brownish musty red hair. Salemink slid his hand through his hair. “Hello Steven,” said the new lady.

“Nice to meet you,” responded Salemink.

“Oh, I’m so lost when it comes to this city,” she said.

“Are you new to the area,” asked Steve.

“What are you two doing fraternizing on the job,” interrupted another correctional officer.

“My name’s Anna,” she put her hand out to greet Salemink.

“No fraternizing on the job,” reminded Salemink. The officer, Officer Gates, walked away satisfied as new inmates came in to front doors.

“You know, I haven’t had anything planned this afternoon,” offered Anna.

“Oh no, I can’t,” responded Salemink curtly thinking of his wife in the future.

“Oh c’mon, I have an apartment that has a beautiful view of the tri-cities, the park and beach of the lake,” she persisted.

Salemink stood awkwardly, looking at his watch. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly and walked off to go help some inmates get their cuffs off... “but I can’t.”

10 years later...



His book was nearing completion; Salemink was proud of his work and would release it back in his own time as to not have much effect on the timeline and presence of the Atlantis crew working towards a humanitarian co op on 21st century earth...



<All beings created even will exist with one mind and the continuum of life, its continuity, progression and perfection of reality will neither sway its enemy nor halt a friend.>



The team of explorers contact each other over the web of the internet. They met at the rendezvous and proceeded to return home. But, it was not so. The Atlantis did not come back for them. They would wait but no one would come.

The book was becoming a fixated feeling for Salemink. Besides his daughter he had no pleasure in being on 21st century Earth. He would not let his crewmates know this. It would be seen as weakness to his ability to captain his crew, even if they were spread out across North America.

He continued writing of his solace, malcontent for people. He wrote excerpts containing bits and pieces of irritableness of people. He tried to be a model, and found his fellow workers to be lazy.



<People here do not wish to be doing their jobs, I find. Only in the rare occasion are there people who are doing their work for the betterment of the society. When those doors open, the workers of this planet come in to get their paycheque and leave once their time is up.>



Salemink did work very hard and eventually was given the chance to work as a warden. He denied it, as he did not want to do the job for only the time he and his crew had left on the 21st century earth.

Salemink took to his responsibility as a Captain and to help mentor his infrequent friend Ansen. Here they were equals. On ship he was the commanding officer. He met with Ansen, days before they were scheduled to return to the future. They met at a Japanese restaurant.

Ensign Ansen, now a guard in an AmErian jail talked on their communicators in their homes. “How is the work in Boston?” asked Salemink.

“I’m enjoying it. The inmates are rough sometimes, but we show them we are in charge and they follow procedures,” answered Ansen.

“Keep thinking of the future, we will be returning 3 years from now,” reminded Salemink. Ansen confirmed that and went off to rest and prepare for the day tomorrow at work.



















Part Seven Work and Leisure



The world was changing.

The first few years of duty to the people of old earth were set in creating relationships and a happy atmosphere of progress and purpose. The Atlantis crew could not change all of humanity but they went into the institutions and jails and talked to the patients and sat and spent time developing relationships that would endure the future of humanity. It w as the little things like being an older brother or talking to an inmate about his family life and being there, listening. Sometimes the crew met another crewmate and sat down and felt the world lift from their shoulders. They sat and talked and felt the essence and presence of the future earth which was not powered by money or greed but by work and exploration. They were deployed across North America to assist in the Onus Unum and to move towards a world of people living for today rather than saving greedily for their own futures and humanity itself moved towards the future of explorers and a peaceful existence.

The hospitality of the population was ignorant and dismissively. The average person only cared about their pay cheque. Or so it seemed. The seemed to ignore the presence of the Atlantis crew. They were crude and were not as kind to strangers or newcomers. Furthermore, the awareness of the ancient Greeks showed possibility of de-evolution. The Greeks had in their records, praise of Atlantis and its mythology. This was recorded by the presence of Atlantis in the age equivalent to species 8472’s temporal age of their home planet. It was odd that when they came to us, they furthered into the deep spatial holes in future time and future ages of the earth. The age of species 8472’s home planet proved that earth would be civilized one day and war, famine and disease would be eradicated by a hopeful enlightened mankind.

The crew of Atlantis knew the future, so they had to be careful what they said. Especially when dealing with people who needed to change their actions that were putting people who were lost in the memory of time. Essentially, the change in time for when Atlantis had travelled to the era equivalent to the space time of species 8472. In this correlating time they were in the presence of the ancient Greeks who drew new space charts that were not suppose to fruition like that. The presence of Atlantis towards the Greeks had changed the maps and star charts but the destinies of the people had stayed concurrent up until the ending of the age of Pisces in the beginning of the 21st century, where the Atlantis crew began their work to rehabilitate the people of early space travelling people.

One day on his drive to work, Salemink turned on the radio. He was listening to a song. The song got caught in his head. All the way to work he hummed it in the back of his head. The song went like this, “easy as she goes, easy as she goes.” He sang it and thought of his wife. It kept him happy and melancholy all day. By the time he pulled up to the correctional centre, he was still playing it back in his head. “Easy as she goes,” he thought of his brown-haired wife.

He saw his daughter, Leah, pulling up already dressed in her nursing clothes. He waved to her as he pulled on his correctional uniform. In the backseat of his car was his uniform, his baton, pepper spray and belt. He put it on, and felt his beard for any missed shaving parts. His chin was smooth all throughout. He was impeccably groomed, as usual. His black-brown hair, sleeked back, medium length with his pointy eyebrows and soft nose.

His daughter, half-Asian, was wearing her green scrubs, and had an Asian hair in a bun that made her look very much like an Asian Geisha. She passed him on her way to the front door of the facility.

All day he hummed the tune. He fed the inmates, and gave those clothes as today was linen day...

Salemink was wrestling a particularly uncooperative man dressed in a red jumpsuit out in the common area. He eventually wrestled him down into the ground and put handcuffs on him. His backup came on the way. After putting him back into his cell he went up to the inmate and asked him why he was so uncooperative. The man responded.

“My little girl just got killed in a car accident and I was arrested for yelling at the man who killed her.” he said with tears in his eyes. This was a hint that Captain Salemink knew he was in for a long run with this inmate. The next day he came to the inmate with

a classifications officer and got the guy out of the segregation cell and back on to a unit.

The rest of the day, Salemink told the other guards about the story for the guy on special handling for attacking a guard. Later that night, the guards gave the inmate a bag of chips and a nice Pepsi bottle in his cell. “This is from the guard from the morning,” said one of the guards dropping the food in the slot. He even left a nice steak with peppercorns.

“Thanks!” replied the inmate. He sat quietly eating and drinking his fortunate meal.

Tasha was a nurse, working at a psychiatric facility. Tasha worked at a hospital for people who had committed crime and had mental illness. The cases were sad and she could only talk to a few. She sat with patients and gave them the courage to move forward. She would sit back with her crewmates and share their airy tone of their work in the old earth and missing the lives and exploration of the edges of the galaxy in the 29th century. She learned the Golden Rule: do unto others as you would have done to you. This practice was common sense to Tasha.

One day at work, she spoke to a young individual at a forensic psychiatric facility for the criminally insane. He spoke to her and asked her her name. “Tasha,” she replied back to him. He began asking her how she had come to work there and why she was working there. She told him how she had begun, as a social worker, and then moved on to become a nurse.

“Have you ever saved someone’s life?” he asked her.

“No... Why?” she asked him back.

“Because, this talk with you has inspired me to keep going one more day.” he answered her.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. I hope you work hard and move on with your life,” Tasha told him.

She smiled and he got up from the dining area, and went back onto the ward. Tasha told the pleasant conversation to her fellow nurses, and they wrote that he was being positive.

Later in the day, after meals and by the time they had ‘hour of sleep meds, the staff prepared a snack. Tasha looked in the fridge in the kitchen. Bread with peanut butter and jam. She lived on that through nursing school. She found some crackers and cheese as well as made the regular coffee and tea. She let the patients in from the sleeping area and into the dining room. Quickly Tasha handed out snacks and the patients quickly put on some music on the TV...

Tasha went to a Patient Committee Council where they discussed and put forward things in the interests of the patients. They discussed the use of washing hands, and that the patients could tell the nurses to wash their hands. She even gave a great idea to use posters to advertise the use of this concept.

At home Tasha sat down turned the TV on. She began to make Pasta Alfredo. No replicators. The crew had hidden technology in case of emergency, like replicators to replicate some sort of tool that was needed or a hypospray to cure one of their crewmates. The technology needed to be developed in the temporal space and time of the Earth. The scientists or engineers of Atlantis worked with scientists of the 21st century but they could not give them the 29th century technology or else the timeline would unravel. They could only poke or prod like a doctor with a scalpel doing a surgery he didn’t want to do.

The work they had to do would be done to an ailing world. They would travel to 3rd world countries and the people those tools and medicine that was in the possession of the first world countries.



The work done to the people of earth was extensive. The rehabilitation of the people in the First World that would eventually change from Earth in a war like species to an intellectual highly reformed species. They led the institutions of the people in the man world of the First World and would have changed enough around them to lead humanity into the last years of the age of Pisces and return to their age of Aquarius and have the timeline of earth and all its star ships intact rather than destroyed by for the lack of patience by the humans who oversaw the ranking and myths of Atlantis.



Leah had tended to many peoples’ faces from bruised fights in the North Fraser Pre-Trial centre in Port Coquitlam, BC. She had worked with her father Steven Salemink. He led by example and will left a legacy of human rights protection to uphold the manner and form of respect to the people. There was more though. She tended to victim of violence and served methadone to people who were heavy drug users outside of the jail. She felt sorry for them as they were the victims of society. She took care of their welfare but when they left the building they were no longer a part of her life and she could not help them.



Leah took time off, as she thought of her post at North Fraser Pre-Trial was a ship in it and thought she could use some shore time. She wanted to go and spend time in Mexico that many of her co-workers had spent time there. Even though it would be a remarkable study to go to her homeland of China. She was part Asian and her culture was important but she was too curious of Mexico and its enduring people.



With work came leisure time to experience the anthropological side of past earth. Some of the crew enjoyed immersing themselves in the education of the 21st century and life, going to the Caribbean or South America, or stayed in Mexico.



While the people got degrees and put in to the machine of the past civilization, they took time to enjoy their experience in 21st century Earth. The people would be left without their starship to fend for themselves. It was a bit ironic that they would leave them when they were heading towards World War 3 and would have to overcome yet another war over Earth. Perhaps the incentive of change and revolution would be seen when the people were enlightened towards a more humane style of work, for the betterment of themselves.

The crew in the United States, made many reports about the cruelty of treatment to prisoners. The cramped quarters and unhealthy living space.

In the psychiatric facility, a young girl from Atlantis was working with patients dealing with cleanliness in the hospital. Washing your hands; staff and patients, both. So she, Aliza, put forward a proposition that they work on posters to advertise washing your hands and for the patients to speak up the the nurses and tell them to wash hands, between cleaning rooms. The patients agreed to meet with Aliza and work on the design, slogans and theme of the posters. She was happy with her input as a representative of a clean future.

In Canada, there were complaints filed, about the amount of fighting that went on between the inmates. In British Columbia jails, the ones that Steve Salemink, and his daughter Leah worked daily, where inmates would be screaming in their cells from the punishment of their fellow inmates. Some were scathed by sharp razors; others were beaten to a pulp.



Occasions like these happened at work with the forgotten people of society. The people living in institutions. In the civilized world, all people had a role to play in society, no matter what race, ethnicity or background. The people were empowered by the crew of Atlantis. The work done would serve to fix the damaged timeline from the presence of Atlantis in the time of the Greeks.



The hope of the Atlantis crew was that after the ten years of model service, and working with the inmates, prisoners, and patients, they would build a rapport with the future itself. The Atlantis crew was a model of the future. The time travelling Atlantis was on course for a successful mission. Or so they thought.

The day before the planned leave, Salemink was standing in the hall waiting for approval to take some inmates to the unit.

“Anna,” said Steve loudly.

“Steve,” she said kindly.

“How are you adjusting?” asked Salemink socially.

“Oh, you know,” she said, patting her hands.

“Would you like to help me?” asked Steve in a friendly manner.

They un-cuffed some inmates coming in from court. After getting the inmates into the waiting cells, they began talking again.

“So what do ya think?” asked Anna. “Want to come see my home?”

A few hours later, Salemink took his keys and coat and went to his car. Steven, waiting for Anna, followed her in his car, to the north of the city, to her apartment.

























Part Eight



A mumbling of voice was deciphered by Arturis. “Unimatrix 9, depair central bridge six.” The borg were busy preparing a new assault on another specieis. Borg unit 8 of 10 proceed to unimatrix 9 and begin reapir and a cloud of mixed voices continued on in a slir of high and low voices.



The borg unit proceeded but as he saw an image of earth on a control panel, he lated. He had an idenix memory, before he was assimilated. Earth, was another target and while they were assimilating another race he paused for a second as if he remembered himself.



The Borg drone stopped at a control panel. He typed in a series of punches and brought up the view screen of the planet they were orbiting.



He pulled up another planet. His eyes darted. It was his home planet before it was assimilated. Now the Borg was travelling at trans-warp. The black hole was detected by 8 of 10 and he analyzed its pattern. The Borg also analyzed the black hole and noted that it was a temporal passage being used by Starfleet. Starfleet was not a target for the collective. They were not in a hurry to assimilate humanity, yet.



“Proceed to unimatrix 9” ordered the voices again.

8 of 10 proceeded down to its job and where he were to his left at a corssing, he went down a detachment to a Borg Sphere inside the heart of the cube. He knew he could make a slipstream flux long enough to escape the his collective. Quickly, 8 of 10 proceeded into the Sphere and quickly busted a hole on the inside to the outside of the hull of the borg cube. The cube opened a tractor beam but he was too quick for them and already entered his slipstream tunnel and was gone.











Part Nine Sabotage



Salemink and his date Anna walked the meadows of BC’s beautiful park. The forest was a hidden valley behind mountains and lakes. Salemink heard a voice mumbling to itself. “Damn this technological forgery,” shouted the voice. Salemink asked his date to wait behind in the path. She hesitated and said, “Be careful, please”



Salemink went into the bush, past a few berry bushes and trees. He looked on. He didn’t know what it was he was seeing. It was the Borg.





“Hey” yelled Salemink. He took out his tricorder and scanned the area. He was picking up heavy tetrion particles. “Who’s there?” he shouted.

“What!” turned the Borg drone? “Stay back.”



Salemink turned on his com… “This is Captain Salemink, I have just encountered the Borg who seems to be pointing some beacon at the sky.”

Salemink turned off his com. Troy came out from the bush. “What’s going on?” she asked sheepishly.

Salemink pointed his pistol from work at the alien and fired. The bullet plunged into his skin under his fore-armour.



“You may think you are going back to the future, but when I destroy the rift you created from existence, and pre-existence, there will be no Atlantis and earth will never see the future!” yelled the Borg.



“Who are you?” replied Salemink.

“I am a lowly servant to the Borg, but as you see I am far away from them and have escaped the collective. But I will never be free, not as long as your race never existed and Voyager never made the bargain.”



Salemink raised an eyebrow. “You are Arturis? Species 116?” Salemink questioned, “you tried to assimilate Voyager as revenge for stopping 8472 and the Borg from assimilating your planet.”

“Well, it won’t matter now; these Tetrian particles will destroy the rift and restore the timeline without your filthy earth planet,” cried Arturis.



He motioned to his apparatus and a white beam came out that reached up towards the Delta Vega star system. He smiled wryly. Salemink took his gun and fired several shots at the apparatus and it flittered and eventually stopped.



“No matter,” yelled Arturis, the timeline is already restoring itself, as his Borg machinery began to disappear.

Salemink opened up his com, and spoke into it, “What’s going on Ansen, I need a science report.” He questioned.

“I think the rift is destabilizing,” replied Ansen. “There is one thing we can do” said Ansen.

“What and quick?” shouted Salemink.

“Destroy the rift, but keep its temporality in sync with us still being here.” Replied Ansen.

“Okay, get Ericaa in the American Air force to blow it up, NOW!” ordered Salemink.















The Inorganic Queen (The origins of the Borg)



Chapter Ten



Unlike other queens, this queen was queen of thousands of races. It started out with a young girl. Her father was in charge of a ship, called “the Borg.” After landing on a planet, he asked for people to join. Though none agreed. He began work on a cybernetic interface that would delve into the organic skin, and take control of the primary nervous system. Though the people resisted.



The people raided the home. He sat in his science lab with his daughter.



“Young girl, how would you like to be queen of hundreds of thousands?” She looked at him and nodded.



“Here is your chance to be queen of all,” he gestured to the needle injection. “it will start with you. You will be able to take control of the people outside.”



He injected her. For a second she felt fear and pain of the nanoprobes invading her body.



“Korek!” yelled one of the townspeople. “We know you're in there.”



The banged on the door.





The girl sat, absorbing the nanoprobes.



The townspeoples kicked the door to the lab in. “Korek, this experimentation will end here. Your people have all been taken hostage.”



He gestured to the hostages.



Korek looked at the group and reached behind him slowly.





“Not if I have you first!” screamed Korek, charging at the group with more nanoprobes. Quickly the men, took aim and fired killing Korek. The daughter sat quietly. Her body was becoming a machine. She had a outward plating on her chest and a hairnet of technology.



She waited for them to come close. When they came to grab her, she quickly injected her tubes into them. One, two, and then they were all assimilated.



Chapter Eleven



This is of what Arturis had come to realize before he had become Borg. He was a servant to the Queen and could not escape their wickedness. No-matter where he went, the collective was in his mind, and he was haunted by the images in it. He wanted to destroy earth from history as to change his history and come back into reality. But it was too late. He was old, and dying and needed repair of his cervical unit in his cerebro.



Arturis would die in space, in a 21st century earth protected by the Guardians of its life and his culture, his people, his accomplishments would all be erased by the futile efforts of time, and the eventual destruction of the Borg whom had already wiped out all bits of his species and its pride.

Part Twelve Premature Hopes



“You think you are so superior with your Federation and your Starfleet,” sneered Arturis. He pressed a button on his electronic pad and beamed up from sight, vanishing from view.

“Well we still have a date to go on,” noted Anna matter-of-factly.

Later, the captain met with his daughter and they had dinner and talked over the return of their ship and them being picked up the next day. Leah was not interested in returning back to their future but her dad made sure she knew it was an order as a captain that she returns. “This is not our world,” said Captain Salemink. That night the Captain sent out a reminder to all the crew on their subspace badges that they would leave at noon the next day. But it was not true.



The Atlantis was caught in a temporal causality loop and would not return. The two of them would either make it back or live the rest of their quiet lives on Earth in the old age. Furthermore, the expectation of them in the future would change to a temporal disappearance and time would not allow them to make the jump back to the future. Specifically the window would close. The same subspace measurement would not allow them to return after the decade jump difference in actual spent time. How could they go back to the 29th century if time had already written them out? Their families would forget them in the sands of time. Their original existence may be overwritten too or their temporal identities were lost in the past.

Ten years from the day they had arrived on earth. -300490.9 was the stardate they were to enter back into the temporal causality loop. It was when Atlantis was to come back from the future. 10 years farther in the future and 10 years closer to the future from the cast beginning of 21st century earth.

They toasted the evening with French champagne but their celebration would be short-lived.













Part Thirteen Phoenix



The crew aligned their sensors to pick up the Atlantis with the precise temporal alignment, 10 years after their arrival on earth. The temporal future would also return them ten years back into sync with their own time.

There was said in the news to have been a phoenix firebird fly across the sky of skyviewers of the stars saw an electric red explosion drift across the sky like the Aurora Borealis. The crew checked the occurrence with the coordinates in the sky and confirmed it was the Atlantis exploding into time. They checked for wreckage but there was none.



“Perhaps they exploded into temporal infinity and proceeded to nothingness into a million pieces.” suggested Ensign Ansen. “Actually my readings tell me, they likely were not able to pass into this time without the black hole significantly destablilizing since Arturis destablized it and Eria destroyed the rift.



“There is no chance Atlantis could of got through the black hole rift even though Eria had destroyed it yesterday?” questioned Salemink.

“I doubt it, the temporal connectivity will not last much then a few minutes,” answered Ansen.

“So your saying were stuck here?” asked Saleminmk emphatically.

“As far as I can tell, the black hole is destroyed and the matrix has destabilized. Even though Arturis did not temporally restore and erase the black hole, and Atlantis cannot return here to the correct time with the correct coordinates and the correct temporal footprint, and return us to the correct time without opening a new temporal rift. Because when we went to fluidic space to stop 8472, we created a new Universe, and the link from the future age is not linked to this new temporal age, which has changed from the Piscean Age to the Aquarian Age. The future we know cannot come here, until this new past fulfills its destiny into our future.”

They waited around aimlessly in the rendezvous spot at the Rockies of British Columbia. No sign of Atlantis. The only thing they could do now was go on and live in the 21st century or so it seemed. The Atlantis rehabilitation crew could not return home.



The phoenix that was seen by North AmErians in the sky was said to burn red like a comet and exploded with a blue trail. A red sparkling fire was seen across the skies and had a blue tail to its design.

It was all in the news. A streaming red phoenix across the sky. Newsflashes all across the North AmErian sky watching lovers, reporting a red comet or what was coined the “burning phoenix.”

Skywatchers made new flashes all reported a dazzling beautiful red bird, flying across the sky across North American skies.





































Past Fourteen A New Way Home



While they looked on to their futures as primitive early earth occupants, Captain Salemink took a crew of 9 and began work on a time ship that could return them to the future.

They began drafts and designs on a ship made from a jumbo jet. They began work on it, on an old farm land outside Quebec City in the Canadian province of Quebec within Canada.

The engineers who began plans of a basic craft that would pilot up to orbit of earth, then proceed out to the black hole at impulse drive. The technology was future technology and could not be discovered by people of the time. The nuclear fission engine wasa theory for the time they were in, but anyone getting control of it, along with the timedrop mechanism to create a spatial net to go to the future would be devastating to the 21st century timeline.



































Part Fifteen Final Date



Leah and Nash, an officer at the pretrial centre in Vancouver met at a French cafe where she told him they would never see each other again. She was becoming quite attached to him.



Leah had met a young boy in the pretrial centre in North Fraser in Greater Vancouver, in Port Coquitlam and grew to love him. Steve knew this would pose a problem and proceeded to get Leah to dine with him the night before they would leave.

He took a special moment to invite his daughter to a night dinner.

At home in Vancouver in a condominium, the Captain prepared dinner for his daughter.

“To home!” toasted the Captain.

“I hope this ship will fly, and I hope your new deflector can reopen the black hole to our future,” toasted Captain Salemink, drinking his Okanagan wine.

“I hope so too, Captain,” responded his daughter.

“Pardon me but our replicators have used all their leftover photonic rations for the Nightingale.” he had prepared a simple meal of pasta for him and his daughter.

“Nightingale?” replied Leah. “So you finally decided a name.”

“Yes, as we will be going under the cover of darkness. The cloaking processors are being tested out trying to keep our plan secret,” he said to his daughter.

“To home!” she toasted back.



The night was uneventful. He radioed his crew and asked them to do a full time drop analysis of the Nightingale to prepare it for its maiden voyage.

“You will have to tell him,” spoke her father. “He cannot come back. She nodded and they toasted the night to the crew and would return back to their normal time.



The world was changing by the work of the crew. They had inspired people to be better than themselves. To work for today and not save for tomorrow. Slowly people in the free world began acting as if they had purpose. So much of the profit and selfish ambition of the recent centuries, the world wars of the 19th century by selfish leaders and the cruelty towards people and anti-Semitism had led humanity down a non-loyal and dishonourable path.



















































Part Sixteen Home away from Home



In a lush green lawn, Leah cried to the surprise of her father. The smells of fresh apple pie, sounds of buzzing bees and nature all around. Captain Salemink came out of the space ship just docking on the turf land of the driveway of the beach house. Years before he was captain of the Atlantis, Salemink came back from his duties on the Stargazer.



“I’m home!” embraced Salemink hugging Leah as she cried, “Daddy!”



The daughter hugged and kissed her as the Captain of a charter ship to chart the stars and space time between the borders of the Federation. He was in charge of monitoring any temporal anomalies. “Mommy, Daddy is back!” yelled Leah letting go of Captain Salemink and going back to their front door. The mother came out expectantly waiting as she was a wife to a home-grown hero.



Steve could see it all now. His return from his mission on 21st century earth and a pot of gold brought back to his wife Anise. His new ship, the Nightingale, was crafted from a 747 that was renovated with a sick bay and 29th century overhaul.

It was no problem replicating money to buy the jet and then the work to send it into orbit with a modified tram engine and make sure to compress the oxygen. The ship was ready 12 months later and carried 70 crewmen that were dispersed through North AmEria to lead into the strong end age of Pisces.



He dropped out of his daydream with a mission report being handed to him by the lieutenant who didn’t want to go on the mission. “Lieutenant Ansen,” began Salemink at the desk of the space shuttle Nightingale looking at the success of his people on earth. They would have one chance to return back to the 29th century and then the time window will be closed from temporal distortion. “You have served your crew well.” spoke Captain Salemink.

Ansen too was thinking of home. His family now was growing up. His daughter was 10 and his son was 15. Stacy and Thomas were named after the mother’s great-grandparents. They were beautiful and were very well-mannered. Ansen’s wife put together a spaghetti meal and placed roses on the counter table where they sat with candles at the dining table. It was perfect except for one thing. He was not in the picture. Ansen took his picture of home and placed it on his windowsill. He was very much comforted by the feelings of home.

Ansen slept that night thinking of his family and the end of the 10 year long mission. It was one of the longest missions since Voyager had trekked home from the Delta Quadrant in a warp speed vessel. He was ready to go home and the days were numbered on their time in 21st century earth.











































Part Seventeen Fond Farewell



Later, Leah and Nash went to the Cafe they had visited before. “Wouldn’t it be nice to go away?” she asked him.

“Yes, but where?” he asked back.

“Somewhere far away.” she said mysteriously.

“Well, let us enjoy what we have here and now.” he said comfortingly.

Leah met early that day with the boy, Kelly, at work in the correctional centre and took him aside. “I have something to tell you,” she began. “I’m leaving.” she stated.

“What..? How..?”

“I’m going away with my family and we will never come back to Canada.”

“How can this be?” he asked.

“I have to go... “she started to cry. “I will miss you!” and she kissed him on the cheek.

They proceeded to leave his house and go back to work. She hugged him on the way in and kissed in once more on the forehead.

“Have fun in the future,” Nash said.

“What?” she answered, “How do you know I’m going to the future?”

“You and your dad made it so obvious the way you guys acted,” explained Nash.

She smiled and kissed him once more. “I will,” she said.



At the last moment before they began their duties he handed her a flower he had picked up while Leah was getting ready to leave for work at the pre-trial centre.

“OH, you are so sweet!” she said, “Thank you!”

Time travel left fizzurs in space, so travelling through the balck hole left space unharmed.

































































Part Eighteen Return Home



The black hole was gone but they were hoping to use a specially designed defecltor to reopen the black hole and find a temporal loop back to the future.

It took 12 months but the small screw had done it and built a temporal ship in the 21st century. They boarded the ship now commissioned the Nightingale. It was commissioned star date 300579, year 2022.

“Do you have that defelector ready,” asked Captain Salemink to his engisn officer, Ansen.



One of the problems, the team on pre-warp earth, was developing a sufficient warp engine that would travel them back to Vulcan space, to the black hole in the solar system of Delta Vega. To get back to the black hole to return to the present future; they needed warp engine. The difficulty was not the science but obtaining dilithium power source. To make a dilithium crystal took a very powerful converter.

The crew celebrated their christening of the Nightingale. They had Champagne and cheese to toast the evening. Tasha, engineer specialist, smashed a bottle of the Champagne on the hull. They also blessed the ship with their Federation Oath to preserve life and knowledge.

“I believe we can reopen the black hole temporally for a small time, and create a spatial net in the black hole singualirity,” reported Ansen.

They managed to pilot it into space. “I want a readout of the temporal coordinates,” requested the Salemink.



“On view, Captain” answered Ensign Ansen.



They proceeded into the temporal warp and returned to earth in the 29th Century.



Their downfall that the Atlantis may have been blown out of the fabrics of time. That the sky soars Atlantis they saw on the news was an omen that the future had not ascended the past.



“It was an honour. I hope to continue my service back home” spoke Ansen in the ready room aboard the Nightingale. While they steered out of orbit of earth, the Captain patted Ansen on the back and congratulated him on his work on old earth.



They headed off into the distant planets where they could open a rift in time. The time drop evaporation out of the 21st and back to the 29th century. The crew was hopeful.



After navigating the perimeter of the temporal net they set around their ship. The ship began to fade particle by particle. The precise coordinates were to re-enter into slipstream time. Slipstream was a key element in the Atlantis’s design. It was due for upgrade a few years after the experimental stages of slipstream. While the time dropping had been perfected the engine to travel space at slipstream was not. A point 4 phase variance kicked the ship out of align. The captain fantasized how his ship would be after 10 years in 21st century machines and vehicles.



“Entering the facial net,” reported an ensign. “Sir we have trouble.”

“Report!” ordered the captain.

“We have spatial anomalies entering there slip stream temporal net.” yelled the ensign while the ship was having its systems blown out.”

“Recalculate slipstream net and enter into temporal drop in these new coordinates!” ordered Salemink.

“Sir, a lightning field has enveloped our access points,” said a panicked ensign.”

“We’re taking heavy damage, injuries on deck five,” reported helmsman Ansen.

“We’re going to ride this like rapids,” reassured his bridge. “We didn’t spend the last 6 months to see us evaporate into subspace.”

They began to enter relative time. They saw space then a wormhole began forming on sensors. “Sir, answered Ensign James, I have gravimetric distortions forming off our port bow,” reported Ensign James.

“Re-emerging from the rift, in 5, 4, 3, 2,”



They exploded into time knocking out the power rays in the medical and engine room. The small nightingale was adrift. Warp engine out. They were suffering heavy injuries and a battle cockpit with damage to the exterior hall and primary systems.



“Report!” ordered Captain Salemink.



“We are in an energy field. The peak of the wormhole after entering the black star deposits is sending us off into an ionic burst towards the center into particle explosion,” reported the tactical officer, Kerak.



“What is that down at the cusp of the facial net?” asked Salemink.



“Sir, it appears to be a highly damaged federation ship.” reported Ansen. “Sir, it’s the Atlantis.”



“We returned to the exact moment that Atlantis was coming for us and we must of got caught into an ion storm in the entrance to the Blackhole which was our entrance but now is our exit into oblivion,” Ansen said calmly reviewing the state of events Salemink began his orders.



‘Do we have tractor beam?” asked the Captain.

“Sir I can get one shot of a tractor beam. Most of our main systems are down,” reported a dazzled ensign.

“Do it!” ordered Steve.



The Nightingale proceeded to drag the Atlantis out of the black star and out of the ion star from the forming star fragments of the black star.



“Temporal boundaries?” requested Salemink.

They charted a pathway back through the black hole and into the vortex they had come through originally, dragging the Atlantis back with them with a tractor beam.



“Time is good. Reporting early Aquarius era... history following through.” reported a happy helmsmen.



“Stardate 504667.9” read the ensign as he looked across the earth solar system.



“The black hole?” inquired Salemink.



“It appears to still be forming, and attracting outer stars and constellations to allow for a slow journey past the time era from Pisces and enter the age of Aquarius.” reported an ensign.

The world of mysticism, capitalism, blind following of leaders and revolutions was behind them. They could return to a peaceful earth and to their families, waiting for them.



The captain of the badly beat Atlantis was led by a new captain, Captain Davis. “We are being hailed,” said the com lady. The Atlantis was being dragged by the 777 temporal jumbo jets. As the Nightingale exited the rift, Atlantis followed on the tail of the Nightingale taking Atlantis by tractor beam...



“Hail the Atlantis!” ordered Captain Salemink.

“On view,” ordered Acting Captain Davis aboard the Atlantis...



“Hello, are you guys okay? This is Captain Salemink of the temporal ship of Nightingale. We request you let us board.” answered Captain Salemink.

"Gather all data you can and return it to the Atlantis," ordered the Captain Davis. “Please transport aboard, Captain Salemink, with your crew and we can discuss the matters on the other side of the black hole.”



“The Delta Vegans are sending nuclear ions into the rift,” reported helmsman McKinnon onboard the Nightingale steering through the end of the black hole with Atlantis, being pulled out by a tractor beam.

Back on board the Atlantis, the commander, Commander Jeri, a female acting 1st officer was dealing with the Delta Vegan people through the com. They were just exiting the black hole rift as the people of Delta Vega, fire ion charges at the Atlantis...

"Report!" ordered Captain Salemink, back on his ship, the Atlantis, taking command of the bridge.



"The Vegans want us out of the solar system and to leave the blackhole alone. They say it is a blackstar and will form within the next year, in theory, with natural progression of its existence. Captain, you know Delta Vega is an ice planet and with this new orbiting sun in the area could bring a new age to Delta Vega." reported Command Jeri.

"Very well, let me talk with them." The alien on com came up.

"This is Captain Steve Salemink of the USS Atlantis. How may I help you?" the captain said.

"This is ambassador Nelong. Leave this site and do not interfere in the forming of our second sun." rushed the Admiral.

"We are here as explorers and with a Federation treaty here to see the formation of this star, as it will affect life on earth." explained Salemink.

"Very well, but stay out of its gravitational field and make sure to not cause any problems. these natural phenomena must be respected.” spoke the voice of Nelong.



At that moment an armada of Delta Vegan guardian ships came into view. “Drop your shields and disarm your weapons!” ordered the Delta Vegan.

“On what accounts, are you the ones responsible for the ion storm in the black star?” demanded Davis.

“No of course not, we have been protecting this star from neighbours trying to use it as a portal jumper back and forth. You have destabilized the star and now it is going chaotic.” explained the alien Nelong. “We are charged with protecting our black star from neighbours who wish to use it as a wormhole.”

“We are sorry, but we had some problems of our own and your star was our answer to the problem.” answered Salemink speaking up on the com.

“Please cease and desist and leave now and do not return to this black star,” ordered the Delta Vegan.

“This is federation space and your planet is a federation planet,” spoke Captain Davis. “Furthermore your planet is unstable. The black star’s gravity has pulled your planet from the rotation of your Sun.”

“We are prepared to last out the next 50 years until the black star becomes a sun to the Delta Vegans.” explained Ambassador Nelong

“How is that, may I ask?” asked Davis.

“Our civilization has entered into stasis pods that will reopen in the next 50 years after the star forms into a burning sun in our solar system and bringing a new age to Delta Vega,” answered the Delta vegan alien.

“Very well, this new agreement will be signed over the Concordia treaty and fall under the protection and evolution of outer planets of the federation and the federation will not use the black star of Delta Vega as any means of time dropping or mobility.” and he signed a paper and handed it over to the Delta Vegan with a clapping applause by the witnesses and crewmen of the bridge of Atlantis. “I didn’t think the black hole would stabilized,” said Engineer Gates. “I don’t know what to say, Captain” explained Gates surprisingly happy.

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On board the Atlantis, crew explained their history on earth and tried to figure out why the Atlantis of the future did not return for the crew of the past. The acting captain, Davis, explained how the Atlantis got lost in a lighting field and lost its space origin and they had just returned to the future after the time rendezvous point. Now the ships were being refitted with a slipstream engine to cross the equinox of earth’s new temporal age.

Then the acting crew of the Atlantis explained that they thought they were destroyed and had been stuck in a causality loop, to the ion field in the black hole they used for transport to earth. The Delta Vegans had attacked them in the midst of transportation through the black hole and fired. They had exploded but when the Nightingale went through the same time variance through the black hole back to their time, they saw and were able to pull the Atlantis out of destruction in temporal leap. They had returned 11 years after, but in the midst of temporal diversion, and transportation were able to see and catch the Atlantis travelling into the dead end of the black hole singularity.

If they had not rescued the Atlantis in the time barrier, it would have been in a causality destruction loop for eternity, unless it exploded and the Atlantis crew had given up on returning home to their time. But the Atlantis crew, by returning back to the future, extended the causality loop to exist longer in temporal subspace and in temporal causality. The Nightingale in its mission back through the time loop was able to pull out the Atlantis just about to explode into temporal infinity. But the Nightingale returning back through the time hole or the black hole was able to save Atlantis



“Their temporal coordinates are out of alignment in our database. The lightning field struck temporal tachyons burst into the main computer which erased much of its information, from the temporal database. “Furthermore, the temporal lightning field will destroy us. 6 months ago we tried to return to the timeline of the 21st century, but we ended up in a lightning storm in subspace. There is no going back.



Captain Salemink’s dream to rehabilitate earth before would meet heavy resistance.



The Captain sat back in his chair and returned back to his post as Admiral in the Island of Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy. He was honoured but he was greatly saddened for losing his crew in the passages of time. Although the mission was a success he would never see his daughter again. Her name was Leah or as she was called; Laura. She would exist in the temporal background of the timeline. They may have changed humanity for the better but they still had their future lives to live Leah went back to Starfleet as a sensor medical officer while Captain Salemink managed his home world in the Pegasus Galaxy.



Time would return to normal. Leah took a post as doctor on the Atlantis and Steve Salemink turned to his admiralship on 29th century earth. He was glad to have saved the pass from absolute diminishment.



















































Part Nineteen Black Star



Outside temporal stasis, the Atlantis was captained by Captain Steve Salemink 5 years before the wreckage of Epsilon and under the guidance as federation Captain. He took the ship outside earth's solar system and manned a science team to explore these new black star phenomena.

"Sir, we have visual," noted the Ensign.

"It's massive and its gravitation readings are over the charts," noted the Captain. "How far are we from Delta Vega?" asked the Captain.

"Close the readings are showing something disturbing, Captain" spoke the Ensign.

"Look here, the graviton radius is pulling in all outlining stars, including earths into its gravitation flux. When the star ignites into an ion star, it will envelop the solar system and be a second sun in the sky of Earth." explained the Ensign.



"Amazing, this natural phenomena... could it outlast our own sun and provide heat for earthen planets?" inquired Captain Salemink.

"I believe it could keep our planet relatively warm, after the end of our sun's life." he went on.

"Gather all data you can and return it to the Atlantis," ordered the Captain. Back on board the commander, Commander Jeri, a female acting captain was dealing with the Delta Vegan people.

"Report!" ordered Captain Salemink taking command of his bridge.

"The Vegans want us out of the solar system and to leave the sun alone. Captain, you know Delta Vega is an ice planet and with this new orbiting sun in the area could bring a new age to Delta Vega," reported Command Jeri.

"Very well, let me talk with them." The com came up on the viewscreen.

"This is Captain Steven Salemink of the USS Atlantis. How may I help you? , “he asked

"This is ambassador Nelong of the Federation planet, Delta Vega. Leave this site and do not interfere in the forming of our second sun,” rushed the Admiral.

"We are here as explorers and with a Federation treaty here to see the formation of this star, as it will affect life on earth." explained Salemink.

“We want the Federation stop using the star for transport and to cease and desist from further engagement with the black star phenomena.” droned on the alien.

“We hope to have not hurt in any of our travels, this black hole. As it is very close to earth’s solar system we think the treaty should entail our studying of it as it progresses in its stages of existence.” voiced Captain Salemink. “Furthermore, Delta Vega is a federation planet.”

“Yes we know and your actions are making our new star dangerously unstable. We fired on your ship and now that you are out the star can begin reforming into our new sun.”

“We thought it was a black hole,” spoke the Captain repetitiously.

“If you change your settings to read for Alpha metric radiation you will see the forming of ion parties in the sun. It may take 50 years but it will be a new sun that will pull our solar system into its gravity and rotation.” explained the Ambassador Nelong.

“We will leave the star alone and let its natural evolution take place,” courteously said Captain Salemink.

“Thank-you, we will come aboard to sign and decide the treaty. We are sorry for attacking your ship as it was returning to the infancy of its birth in the 21st century. We thought you were trying to destroy the new star.” said the Delta Vegan.

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The Captain spoke to his head medical officer. “Leah, Think we will be looking forward to viewing our logs of the mission. It should be a miraculous event”



“No problem, we never would have used the black hole or star for it’s gateway effect from earth now and in our pivotal moment of infancy as we were afraid any normal time-dropping would have an unstable effect around space and cause to many changes in the timeline if we were to change the age of earth or surrounding planets.” drilled on the Captain.



The Delta Vegan boarded the Atlantis and furthered their talks of treaty and peace. The Vegan Nelong was very cheerful and friendly but what would be next for Atlantis in its century and time pacing the way for earth’s new daily discoveries of stars charts and the internal progression and evolving of the human psyche.

They were welcome by a welcoming committee of Captain Salemink, Leah Salemink, Subcommand Davis and newly promoted Lieutenant Ansen. “Welcome I hope we did not disturb your future star and sun.

“It is alright, Captain Salemink.” paused the Ambassador Nelong. “We hope our attack will not disrupt peace and the previous agreements between our peoples.”

The Captain and the Nelong negotiated for a few hours, and drew up a plan that would allow for the black hole to be studied. Even if it turned to a black star, and began radiating heat as a new star, this would not happen for many years. The federation would respect its growth and not interfere in any way. If they monitored the star, it would not be poked or prodded. It did appear that 50-60 years in the future, the black hole, or black star, would begin forming a corona. Captain Salemink did not know if it was the activity of time travel that caused this or the ion cannons fired by the Delta Vegans.



“We hope the new treaty will progress our part in the Galactic Federation,” gestured Ambassador Nelong kindly to the star.

“We hope your time on our ship, will prove our honesty and forgiveness towards your new sun,” embellished Captain Salemink.



The captain sat down in a sigh of relief. He turned to his chief medical officer, Leah and smiled. “I think we have lots to look forward in reading each others star logs and experiences from the mission. It should outlast into new experiences for us all,” The Captain smiled. “Set course for the Del Vega sector,” he paused and finally said, “engage, maximum warp!”

Sequel Beyond Earth



The black hole did as the Delta Vegans predicted form an ion star big and grasp the planet, Delta Vega, and its gravity took earth and the solar system around its own. This moved earth into reach of new species. There was a near like Vulcan society that was isolated from the galaxy by the black hole it was existed beside. No One knew of this Vulcan species that was beside the black hole as the other Vulcan was known to earth as a second brotherly neighbour.



The new Vulcan called them selves the Ican. It had much of the same principles. This was hope for Starfleet as there ware so many few Vulcans. Many Vulcans staying on earth travelled to this new sector. It was named after the black star that formed 50 years after, the black ionic sector.



Earth persevered on and did not enter into apocalypse, destruction or get a second sun to swell the people of heat exhaustion by the birth of the black star in Delta Vega sector. The planet grew warm and spun on an axis with a cold south and north pole much like Earth. Earth was a new beacon for exploration as many vessels were equipped with the same time travelling engine as Atlantis, and slipstream became more common, the outer regions of the galaxy were at hand. Salemink died in the Pegasus Galaxy at his home in Stargate Atlantis.



Other galaxies, such as Andromeda were opening up to humanity. It was growing stronger with the leadership and nobility, humanity moved forward with the Federation.



Enemies such as the 8472 or the Borg stayed out of humankind and many others as humanity persevered in doubt of all this chaos. The treaty agreement with 8472 had a stipulation. 8472 were afraid the Borg was developing new nano technology to assimilate them. As well as destroyed earth, they would destroy the Borg and any other civilization that the Borg could assimilate in their conquest for perfection.



The two parties met under a transmission that was sent months after the armada assaulted 8472. The federation and 8472 met at the ninth star outside a space station in fluidic space. They discussed treaties, and made plans to destroy the Borg once, and for all. It was a celebratory meeting. Where 8472 showed off their cooking and even shook hands with the Admiral of Starfleet. 8472 proposed an Admiral to the Federation from the planet of 8472.

Earth offered up freedom to all Borg. With the assaults of 8472 and allied Federations ship and viruses that would poison the collective. The Federation did not destroy; only defend their space in the Alpha Quadrant. It seemed the drones could not function in a state of destruction and realized the state of perfection was a fallacy or myth. They saw the enlightenment of being an individual and the brighter sides of being free. Many Borg awoke and went into their own lives back to their own worlds. It was most possible the Borg were building their time, preparing for an attack on earth, once more.



Thus was the destruction of the Borg. 8472 sent gifts to Earth and welcomed them to fluidic space. Even though completely different life forms, humans and 8472 cooperated. It was the beginning of a long standing trust between the races. Earth congratulated 8472, and promised to allow 8472 to exist in harmony and solidity within the Milky Way galaxy as well as the fluidic space outside the Milky Way.

With new motivation for what people could achieve. The push for humanity to be greater than ever was at a forefront. In an era where freedom was fought for, it would become better for all who exist. The experience of human growth would have the spirit and body ascend into greatness.



It was a new age for humankind and they would enter it swiftly.







Part Twenty Time Chaser (An Alternate Set of Events)

Jeff Hoover





With the arrival of the newest adjunct of Starfleet, the Federation Time Command, there

came an opportunity to revisit troublesome events in history without creating rifts or

paradoxes in time, thanks in large part to contemporaneous computing power. Given the temporal position of the UFP Time Command, that being the 29th century, analysts could do their investigations and measurements without interference from either the past, or, especially, and as far as their knowledge could permit, the future.

Because the very nature of their activities was necessarily intrusive to countless species and organizations, the location of Time Command was kept secret. This was even more true of one of their prize ships, the Epsilon. Its very existence was a matter of conjecture.

Epsilon had only been on one assignment before the second, and what promised to be a most challenging assignment, the 8472 incident. Species 8472 was a Borg designation.

It represented a race of warrior telepaths that the Borg could not assimilate. Further, 8472

possessed weapons and transportation technology that were unmatched by all known species in the galaxy in the 24th century, save one.

And those were the humans. Ever since humans had used Borg technology to combat 8472, they had prevailed at every encounter. Yet all attempts at an established peace had failed. Now, 8472 seemed to have a new type of weaponry at their disposal. But before the humans could put their own defensive expertise to use, there was the necessity of the Time Command mission briefing. As always, it was conducted by upper echelons, with ship’s personnel attending. Central to the proceeding was Captain Benjamin Mars, commander of timeship Epsilon.. Also in attendance were various key individuals whose functions aboard the Time Ship would be vital.

The Central Administrator waited for all to sit, and then assumed his position at the center of the proceedings. When the room quieted, he began, “As always, this mission briefing has a top classification.. Nevertheless, some may have

an inkling of what I am about to describe. I am about to outline what may be called the 8472 incident.. Four days ago, we intercepted a temporal report of an incursion in time by species 8472, specifically, in the 24th century, Alpha time line. The attack corresponds to the destruction of order in the Beta time line. In the Beta time line, 8472 prevented First Contact between Humans and Vulcans, by allowing Borg to prevail in a crucial encounter. The Federation never occurred. Time Command never occurred.

“The 8472 method of success in the Beta time line was to destroy an experimental time ship in the 24th century. This ship was vital to Federation success in the 21st century. This success must be restored. However, we suspect 8472 is planning to attack and destroy the identical time ship in this time line, also in the 24th century. The time ship is poised to return to the 21st century to render phantom assistance to the Enterprise crew, who are assisting the time indigenous humans in achieving First Contact with Vulcan, the pointy eared friends of humans on earth..



By preventing the destruction of the Borg in this encounter, human Star Fleet Command never came into being, and our development and use of nano explosive technology in fluidic space never became a reality.

“With our first detection of a Temporal Incursion by Species 8472 on record, it is clear that we have a new competitor to match. The Beta time line is in ruins. That is to say, the 29th century equivalent of Star Fleet , and Time Command, simply no longer exist. The mission of Epsilon is to arrive in the 24th century before 8472 arrives in one of their bioships, and quite simply, destroy them. First the Alpha line must be secured, and then the Beta.”

Captain Mars spoke up. “Are two time ships being used for both time lines, or are we designated to attack one ship occurring in two temporal locations?”

“It is necessary to revisit both time lines, although we think our target species possesses only one time ship.” Mars smiled. This mission should be smooth as glass. They could clean up the Alpha line, jump to the Beta line to intercept 8472, and be home in time for a well deserved rest.

The Central Administrator continued: “This mission is not to be taken lightly. Although known to be primitive by our present standards, 8472 may have outgrown our expectations of them. If they are using time ships, that is certainly true. As a crew you have had your orders for 2 days. Now you know why.” Another crew member, Klar F., said, “ Do we know what century of origin this alien time ship originated?”

“Unfortunately we do not. All our attempts at translocating points of origin were erased from existence in the Beta timeline. Fortunately, that may point to a somewhat secure position for the Alpha line. Both time command have the mandate to protect each other. If one is damaged or destroyed, the other moves to intercede and reverse the damage, as you know. That nature allows for two time lines- 2 universes that are compatible with human life, amongst the million possible universes calculated to exist, continues to astonish me.”

Mars said. “ Then our Alpha mission is to secure the experimental ship and check for incursions. Following which our Beta mission is to arrive before the enemy, and effectively ambush them, before they achieve their objective.”

“Exactly. It may be more difficult than it sounds. However, you are the finest crew available. We made sure to handpick a crew for Epsilon. The ship handles very nicely ,as you may have noticed on your first mission. A crew of 24 is the perfect complement for a double incursion.”

Computational expert X Travis said “ I noticed we are using time fold factors

5 through 20. That was a surprise. It made our last mission much more effective.”

“Indeed. There are many factors about that ship that may surprise you. You will certainly be pleased with how it handles in combat. “but time eludes us. Our briefing is at an end, provided there are no more questions.”

“None.”

“Excellent. The onboard computers have all been completely programmed and briefed. I wish you all a safe and effective journey, to be an effective agency, and may you travel in good time. See you in a few hours.”

The crew quickly made their way from the briefing annex to the ship launch. Epsilon was waiting for them. It was a highly intelligent ship, among its other attributes,

It could think its way out of nearly any combat situation, and recognize dangerous temporal paradox potential before the potential became actual. It was bristling with

sensor arrays and shield generators, although none of these acoutrements were visible to the observer, the equipment had been built into the ship's outer hull.



The bridge crew assembled in the center of the ship and began checking systems. Epsilon was a small ship by ordinary standards, but of average size for a time ship.

Space had been built into it in ingenious ways. The observer would never guess, looking at the simple oval shape of the craft, that it could house fifty people comfortably.

Twenty-one people were used on this mission due to guiding principle- each additional person was a potential threat to the time lines. And more were not really required for a mission of this scope.

Captain Mars eyed his bridge crew speculatively. They were a good collection of individuals, specialists all. Klar F. would be his go to man in all tactical and strategic situations. Another human, Klara Schott, would serve as Timescape observer and in computer interactions. X.Travis was computational expert. Lars Oxreider functioned as secondary pilot and independent weapons systems specialist in the event of combat necessity. Kev Ansen was second in command.

The crew began quietly checking controls and systems to initiate launch proceedings.

One after the other, they turned to the captain and nodded.

“Then I assume we are ready for launch?”

“Gravitic engines prepared, captain. Ansen said, “All other systems and functions at the ready.”

“Go to alert status. Launch when ready.”

“Launch, aye.”

Anti-grav had proven to be the most effective way of achieving escape velocity.

Epsilon shot up at a high rate of speed and cleared the troposphere in seconds.

Inertial dampeners kept the crew at a state of 1 g suspension, which would also be vital when the ship went to warp.

Within a minute the Epsilon was in orbit. On the view screen before them, space opened up like a blanket of glittering jewels.

Pilot Oxreider said, “Systems check out, warp 25 at the ready.”

Captain Mars turned to Klara Schott and said “What distance should we travel before folding time on the Alpha line?”

Schott said, “ The data we have indicates that if a temporal incursion does occur

On the Alpha line, it will happen on the Sagittarius Arm, at 8132381. There is an indication

by our computers of a potential change in prevention at that point in space and time.”

X Travis said, “That information is now in our databases. Helm is at the ready.”

Captain Mars said, “This is when I sometimes wish I could stay behind to see the outcome.” Every body knew that the moment the ship folded time, the results would be completely tangible to observers remaining at Time Command. Not necessarily to everyone else in the galaxy, of course. Time Command was completely enveloped in Temporal Shielding. At least in the Alpha Timescape.

Captain Mars said, “Do we have a precise location in the Sagittarius Arm for interception?”

Travis said, “We do. An uninhabited world orbiting the star Triangula 3.

Course is set.”

“Very well. Engage the warp engine. Stand by time fold.”

“Warp 25 aye. Time fold ready.”



Captain Mars looked pensively at the view screen. A prayer against hubris, always.

Traveling through time was like riding a photon torpedo without a guidance system

into a nebula. The last thing one would expect is certainty, he thought. If only they appreciated that at Star Fleet Command. Not Time Command. The old fashioned one.

“Warp 25 has been achieved. Time to coordinates 8 minutes.”

“Excellent. Into the future, into the past.” With that mantra spoken, the Epsilon broke into its highest warp. The Sagittarius Arm of the Galaxy awaited them.







Hidden in a polar orbit over Triangula, a time ship belonging to 8472 waited in ambush for the arrival of Epsilon. Its commander was known mentally as Ott, and he was a seasoned warrior and one of the first time travelers of his species. He awaited the destruction of the human ship with much anticipation. It was the second step in a long series of measures that would ensure the protection of his species.

Ultimately, he thought, mind will rule. Our minds. The humans will fail because knowledge is strength, and we have more of it. The weak will perish.

“Hive master Ott. The human ship approaches at warp 25. Time to intercept, 3 minutes.”

Various thoughts wafted in Ott’s direction.

“ Engage cloak. Energize condenser to full. Prepare yourselves. This is our moment.” He made one last check. The bait was secure. The experimental ship and a small space station were in position.

“Cloak is engaged.”

“Excellent. Lets slowly drift into an equatorial orbit- be ready to fire all condensers on my mark.” Benjamin Mars felt a slight lurch forward as they came out of warp.

“Report.”

“Time fold factor functioned perfectly.”

Ansen asked Schott, “ Have we arrived at the proper date?”

“We have arrived at 8132351.” Klar F.said, “the experimental ship is here, intact, and it looks to be in pristine condition.”

Mars said, “hmm. So this is where it all started for us. Ok, lets secure from

Alert status and”

“Captain!”

Suddenly in front of them a bioship decloaked and fired its condensers at them, supremely powerful thermal energy that decimated anything unshielded. And Epsilon was unshielded. Where was the computer? “Lars!” the captain said, “return fire! Where is the tactical program?”

Oxreider said “The combat computer took a direct hit! We are…” Lars jumped out of the way of falling debris. “ we are virtually defenceless. Firing phasers!”

The bioship fired another salvo of thermal energy. Its shields repulsed the phasers with ease. The engine of Epsilon took a hit. “Shields!”

“Shields inoperative, captain.”

The crew looked at the screen. The bioship moved away from them like a predator. It approached the experimental timeship. It fired its condensers and the ship disintegrated. And as quickly as the battle had begun, the bioship went to warp and vanished. The experimental ship and the space station had phased out of existence. Captain Mars looked around the bridge.

“What is our condition?”

“Weapons inoperative. Shields down. Engine offline. Temporal shields

Operative. We have a time fold factor of five.”

“Which means we can only jump at 10 year intervals. Wonderful. The ship and station have phased out of existence. 8472 has won.”

Schott said “Not necessarily. Sensors indicate the presence of tachyon emissions, which leads me to believe the experimental ship has recently been used.”

Ansen said “could these emissions have been the residual traces left behind by the bioship?”

“The computer indicates a different point of origin for these particular particules.”

“So the experimental ship may still exist in a different time?”

“Possibly”

“Do you have a temporal location?”

“Yes. A temporal one. Not a spatial one. Calculations indicate a destination in the 21st century.”

“Captain Mars said, “Well, that’s it then. We simply have to go back and warn them about this attack. They still must have failed.” He looked at the screen. “the ship and station have been erased from existence.”

Ansen said, “We can only make a ten year jump.”

“Nevertheless. We may be able to find somebody that has the answers. Lars, prepare for a jump at factor 5.”

“But what about repairs?” the bridge crew looked curiously at the captain..

“Repairs will have to wait. I don’t want to be here in the event that the bioship returns. It has a cloak, it may still be in the area.”

“Jump at factor five, aye.”

“Proceed.”

As always, each of them felt a tingling in the scalp as they passed through the time fold. 10 years was not enough to cause one of the other noticeable factors in the travel of time: the rapid growth of fingernails. However as they looked they saw the barely noticeable shifts of stellar positions. And then it was over.

“What is our time and position?”

Kara looked at her instruments. “Sirius Arm, Alpha Quadrant, Triangula 3 at 8132371.. Five parsecs from Earth..”

“Captain Mars!”

Klar gaped at the screen. Before them was a small armada of Federation vessels. One was Galaxy class, and one of them was Nebula class. Flanking them was another Epsilon.

“Incoming transmission.”

“Put it through.”

A Federation officer peered at them from the screen.

“This is James Matrix Kirk of the starship Atamax. Welcome to the 24th Century.”

Captain Mars said ”Thank you. I must admit, this variety of ships is something of a puzzle to me.The Epsilon? Why are there two Epsilons? “

“Turn off your temporal shielding and you’ll find out.”

“Just like that? Not without more information.”

“What would you like to know?”

Mars said “Look. From our point of view, the Beta time line is in ruins, our experimental time ship was destroyed , our own ship was nearly lost, and 8472 has won, at least that’s the way it looked,

ten years back into the future. However , the Federation presence is here, but did the Federation explore the Delta quadrant? And why the second Epsilon?”

Kirk said “All ships, go to split screens, full conference mode.”

Suddenly the Epsilon bridge crew could see the personnel of every other ship- even the other Epsilon-

that being, themselves. Captain Mars sat back into his command chair, astonished. There was the other

Mars, the other Kev Ansen, everybody, except Klar F. The bridge of the other Epsilon was immaculate. Obviously, repairs had already been made.

Mars said “Why is there another Epsilon? And why is it in such good condition? And…where is Klar?”

Kirk said “Conference mode off. Captain Mars, would you and Klar F. speak to me on a private channel?”

“Kev, can you put this through to my ready room?”

“Right away.

”Mars and Klar entered a room adjacent to the bridge and stared at a small screen on a desk.

Kirk said “Mr Klar, you deserve to know this before anyone else aboard your ship. The other Epsilon

is in good condition thanks in large part to your effort. You were instrumental in rebuilding your ship.

But i'm afraid that’s not all that happened.The other experimental time ship was rescued in the

Beta timeline by Epsilon –after repairs. The crew of Epsilon did exactly what the mission briefing required of them. You made repairs, you jumped to the 21st century, went through ArchAngel gateway,

And ambushed 8472. The Federation and Time Command were therefore reestablished in the beta timeline. However, there was a firefight that ensued between 8472 and Epsilon, and there was a casualty.

Im afraid that you were that casualty.”

Klar was aghast. “God Almighty … And I only exist now…”

“You only exist now, on this ship, because of its temporal shielding. If you turn off the shielding,

You will vanish. Indeed, the whole ship and all its crew will vanish, but the identities and physical properties of everyone else will continue to the next emanation, aboard the older Epsilon.”

“Then I have to volunteer to die. Except that there is no choice. If we keep our shielding up, we simply forestall history, keep things from happening.”

“Im very sorry that you have to go through this. No one should have to die twice, even though you don’t remember the first occasion of your, well, cessation.’

Mars said “Klar, im very sorry. I never would have expected to take us in to this situation.”

“Its not your fault Captain. That’s time. Strange things happen. Well at least I get to repair the ship.”

Kirk said “Time being what it is, it looks like that task has already been done. All we have to do now is flip a switch.”

Mars said “ I think we had better put things into motion before anything else occurs. Klar, how much time do you need to prepare?”

“I would like to visit my cabin to collect my thoughts.”

“Of course. Take as much time as you require.”

“Thank you , Captain.”And with that, Klar left the ready room, and made his way to his quarters.

Several hours later, he returned to the bridge, rather like a stoic, it seemed. He looked at everyone on the bridge, and finally faced captain Mars.

“Im ready.”

“You will be greatly missed.”

Ansen said.”Godspeed, Klar.”

Mars said “Prepare the Temporal Shielding.”

Oxreider said “Shielding on hand.”

Mars paused, took one last look at Klar.

“Goodbye.”

And then he said, “Deactivate Temporal Shielding.”

“Shielding off.”

At once, Klar vanished. Then the rest of the crew started to phase out of existence as well. Mars saw his crew members disappear from view, and then he found himself on another ship,

staring at a different field of stars on a different screen. Then he closed his eyes , and saw a new past.

“I remember.”

Suddenly he recalled the voyage to the Arch Angel gateway, the firefight with 8472, the reestablishment of both federations in the beta timeline, rescuing the time ship. And losing Klar.

On the bridge of the the Epsilon, the crew members started talking at once. Mars could now see that despite the repairs to the ship, there were slight evidences of its having been in a battle. Burn marks on the walls, electric shorts on the control panels.

Kirk flashed onto the screen. “Time for a mission briefing. Permission to come aboard?”

“I guess the Temporal Prime Directive has already seen better days. Permission granted.”

Captain Mars And Commander Ansen met Captain Kirk in a small transporter chamber and made their way to a conference room.

“So. Kirk? Youre descended from an illustrious line of Starfleet officers, are you not?”

“Quite so. My grandfather and my father were both admirals”

“They were required reading in the 29th century.”

“How flattering.”

“This is Kev Ansen , my second in command.”

Kev said. ”An honor to meet you, captain.”

“And you. You have my sympathies on the loss of your comrade.”

“Klar F. was an invaluable crewman and bridgemember. He won't be replaced.”

They walked into a room and sat down .

Kirk said ” from what I've seen , this ship is quite impressive. Very interesting space utilization.”

“It is our pleasure to give you a small glimpse into the future .”Mars leaned forward

and folded his hands. “Questions.”

“Ok. First. Voyager is in the Delta quadrant as we speak. Why is that important?”

“Temporal Prime Directive.”

“You’re serious?”

“Completely”

“Next . Your Alpha timeline experimental time ship was not destroyed by the 8472 bioship attack.

They detonated a dark matter mine simultaneous to a time jump to the 21st century.

However, there is a problem. Can you use your instrumentation to determine whether any radical changes have happened to the Federation, or the Alpha timeline?”

“Timescape observer Schott.”

“Here Captain.”

“Disregarding our own transformation some minutes ago, do our instruments show any radical timescape changes of recent date?”

Klara said “Nothing radical. I do notice that there is some kind of temporal conflict,

a kind of knot in time, in the 21st century. I can't be more specific.”

Kirk said “The time ship should have returned from the 21st century immediately after departure, yet its been gone for a day. One would expect, therefore, that their mission was a failure,

In which case most likely some great change would have visited all of the future. Something has gone

awry. What we need is a time ship to investigate the situation at Earth in the mid 21st century.”

Ansen said “ Could they be having trouble with the Borg?”

“Quite likely. Or it could be our friends, the 8472.”

“Seems like they would think twice after the pasting we gave them in the Beta timeline.”

“That’s the problem with fighting time ships. They can return whenever they wish to.”

“Either way, if they are interfering with First Contact, stopping them is imperative.”

“Yes but if they haven’t destroyed our time ship, but prevented first contact…you see?

We are all still here. Something is preventing our enemies from succeeding. “

Captain Mars said, “It sounds like the mission is ours.,”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

“Then we’d better get busy. Things could get dicey, could start to change, if we don’t act .Kev, can you show Captain Kirk to the transporter? Captain, its been a pleasure.”

“The pleasure’s mine”

We will see you in an hour or so . Wish us luck.”

Captain Mars arrived on the bridge and sat in his chair.

“Systems check.” The bridge crew began their systems checks.

“Do we have warp 25?”

“Warp 25, at the ready”

“Activate temporal shielding.”

“Shielding on.”

“Do we have a target stardate?”

Klara said “The closest estimate that matches the so called knot in time is stardate 587330.5008878743. In the vicinity of Earth.”

“Plot it.”

“Date and location uploaded.”

“This time I want defensive shields up. Phasers fully armed.” Although traditionally it had been efficacious to fight 8472 with nano technology (thus the need to have Voyager in the delta quadrant) Epsilon’s phasers were far hotter than any of the more primitive weaponry available to Starfleet in the era that they were now entering. – or the 24th century, for that matter.

“Time fold factor 20 Mr Travis."

“Fold factor 20.”

“Initiate time fold.”

Three hundred years was more of a jump than their previous sojourn. This time

the stars position change was noticeable. The tingling in their scalps was pronounced. Their fingernails grew ever so slightly. After which, they came to a stop.

Klara said “we are at 587330.5008878743 exactly.”

“Excellent.”

Travis said. “5 parsecs to Earth.”

“Engage warp engines. Warp 25.”

“Warp 25”

The ship jumped to warp

“Take us to Jupiter and disengage warp.”

“Jupiter in 4..3…2…1…all stop.”

In front of them Jupiter loomed.

“Hide us in the planet’s radiation field.”

“Helm answering.”

“Klara, can you further define what this knot in time is? Is it presently occurring at Earth?”

I don’t believe our sensors.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“The time ship and the 8472 are locked in an exchange of weapons fire. It has frozen them in a moment in time.”

“Hmm.”

“That’s why the federation still exists. Neither ship has won or lost.”

“Is the Enterprise presently in orbit of earth?

“Yes. Sensors detect the presence of Borg on the Enterprise as well. They are currently constructing a transmitter on the deflector dish. The Entreprise crew is resisting.”

Mars said “Helm, move us into weapons range. Mr. Oxreider, am I correct in concluding that the destruction of one of these ships will free the other from this time lock?”

Oxreider said “I can't be certain. It will most definitely destabilize the temporal

environment. However, given what we know about 8472 condenser fire, if both ships come out the

time lock weapons free, we will lose our time ship.”

“Then we have no alternative” Ansen said.” We have to destroy 8472.”

“Very well. Mr Oxreider, lock and fire phasers at the Bioship, maximum yield.”

“Phasers locked. Firing.”

The two ships appeared frozen for a moment on the screen of the Epsilon. The phasers blasted at the 8472 Bioship and completely dislodged it from the time lock. But the 8472 were not destroyed. The ship slowly backed away. They seemed to assess the situation, briefly, but did not return fire.

Mars said, “What’s he waiting for?”

“Fire phasers again?

“Sir, we have, we have an urgent message from the time ship.”

“Fire phasers at once.”

It was too late. The 8472 went to warp on a course away from the system.

Kev Ansen said “Plot a a pursuit course!”

“Course plotted.”

Captain Mars said” put the time ship message on the screen.”

“This is Commander Nissen of the experimental time ship Bach.

“This is Captain Mars of the 29th century time ship Epsilon. Were kind of in a hurry Commander.”

“Our original mission was to provide phantom assistance to the crew of the temporarily

dislodged Enterprise in their task of preventing the Borg of preventing the humans from making First Contact with the Vulcans, thus establishing the United Federation of Planets.”

“We know. Can you still achieve these aims without our assistance?”

“Yes, we believe so.”

“Excellent. We are convinced that 8472 is intending to do some new form of malfeasance, and we are committed to stopping them. May we leave you to your mission?”

“That’s just fine. Thank you for your assistance.”

“And by the way, nice job with that dark matter mine / time jump.”

“Thankyou . Yes, we were rather proud of that . Best wishes against 8472. Warp speed.”

Commander Nissen vanished from the screen.

Captain Mars said “Follow the pursuit course, warp 25. I assume they are headed to fluidic space?”

Oxreider said “ No actually. The further they go, the more convinced I am that they are targeting the Delta Vega singularity, known as the Archangel gateway.”

“The Beta time line? I wonder why?”

The Archangel gateway was a singularity modified to act as a transportation conduit between what were in effect two universes, if one defines a universe by its having its own time line. The modifications to the singularity were built by Time Command engineers. It’s intense gravitational tides were transformed into a power source that actually made the transfer between the time lines possible. It was only after the Gate way had been built that time command agents discovered that the Beta time line was an almost parallel universe, complete with many of the same species, stars, political entities, including Time Command.



The use of the Gateway was highly restricted because of a universally imposed Prime Directive. Many species chafed at the restriction, claiming that some species were more equal than others. Nevertheless, to avoid chaos, order had to be imposed.

“How close are they to the Gateway?”

“Still half a parsec away. We will overtake them at our present speed.”

“Lets let them reach the Gateway. I want to see what they are up to. Slow to warp 4.”

“Warp 4 aye.”

“Can you put them on the screen?”

Schott adjusted the screen and the 8472 became visible.

“Magnify.”

The ship filled the screen. Despite its primitive design, it still looked like a threat. It certainly had caused a great deal of trouble in a very short amount of time.

The Bioship approached a large diamond shape apparatus, something the size

of a small moon. The Archangel gateway.

“All stop.” And then in a sudden flash of light, it vanished.

“Calculate their approach vector and follow them in. Same space and time.”

Klara Schott said “Captain Mars we can only estimate the time factor they will arrive in.”

“I know. Do you have an estimate?”

“It seems, seems, mind you, that they transferred to the same time factor that we and they are in now. The 21st century.”

“Let’s follow them in. 3 quarters impulse.”

“Answering three quarters impulse.”

The Gateway loomed before them. Soon they were perched at the aperture of the device.

Kev Ansen said “It seems like we just did this.”

Mars said “We just did, although my memory of it seems a little foggy. Why is 8472 going back? Are they going to try to prevent us from preventing them from destroying the time line?”

The Epsilon entered the Gateway.

Schott said “We are about to find out.”

And then they were on the other side, a slightly strange star field- and no 8472.

X Travis said “Where did they go?”

Mars said “Klara. Sensors.”

Klara said “ 8472 are en route to Earth!”

“Indeed. Well, they are consistent.”

Kev said “Shall we give chase?”

Mars shrugged. ”Why not? I guess that’s why we're here. Maximum warp.”

“This time lets finish what we started.”

Schott said “About this time vector, Captain, it seems that we are a little early.”

“Early? What does that mean?”

“I’m not certain. 8472 seems to have a target event in mind.”

“Arrival at Earth in 2 minutes.”

“Acknowledged. Slow to warp one.”

“Warp one, aye.”

Ahead of them was the earth’s sun, Sol, at this distance, a tiny orb, growing slowly

larger.

Klara Schott said “ I am detecting weapons fire, from multiple sources. I think 8472 is giving battle.”

“With whom?”

“With Epsilon!”

“Us? Where?”

“1.5 A.U.s between us and Sol. We are almost on top of them.”

“Energize phasers! Raise shields!”

Suddenly before them were two 8472 Bioships and another Epsilon.

“They're combining forces with themselves! Against another manifestation of us!”

“Then we’d better do the same”

“Target the closest Bioship and fire, make the phasers as hot as you can.”

Oxreider fired a salvo of energy at a Bioship, knocking it out of position.

“Fire again!”





Lars fired again. The phasers blasted out of the Epsilon, this time completely

disintegrating the Bioship.

The other Epsilon was trading weapons fire with the other 8472 Bioship. Suddenly ,

amidst the battle, Captain Mars found himself facing his duplicate on the screen.

They both said, simultaneously :

“Benjamin!”

“Captain!” There were exclamations around the bridge.

“Its Klar!”

“Great Scott!” Ansen said.” It IS Klar.”

Klara turned to Mars. “But if that’s the ship where he was killed –“

“I know.”

Suddenly the older Epsilon was racked by condenser fire.

“Return fire!”

Oxreider fired phasers. The Bioship seemed unaffected. It fired its condensers at the younger Epsilon.

“Captain!” Members of the crew looked at Mars, who said “Captain Mars!”

The other Captain Mars appeared on the screen. “Yes?”

“Youre about to lose a valued member of your crew. Request emergency beam out for Klar F.”

“How do you know this?”

“Theres no time! Ansen , proceed with the beam out, bridge to bridge.”

“Yes sir.”

Mars said “By our calculations we are approximately 7 hours older than you. We have a slight advantage when it comes to prescience.”

Klar F. appeared on the bridge. He found himself staring at the same people he had just left. Suddenly, on the other bridge, there was a large explosion. The other Captain Mars looked at his bridge. “Indeed. You were right.”

“Thankyou.” Captain Mars said. He looked at Klar and smiled. “Its good to have you back.”

Back from where?”

Ansen smiled at Klar and slapped him on the shoulder. “No one should ever have to voyage beyond the final frontie

Youre duplicates?”

“Yes.”

“All except for me? Where am I ?”

“If you had stayed on the other ship, you'd be nowhere.”

“Dead?”

“Dead.”

“Captain!” Oxreider was looking at the screen. 8472 and the younger Epsilon were engaged in battle. The matter of Klar had refocused their attention.

Mars said “Lets take some heat off of our sister ship. Fire a torpedo at 8472.”

“Aye . Torpedo away.”

A large explosion rocked the Bioship. It turned and fired its condensers at the older Epsilon. Suddenly it disengaged from battle and turned towards toward Earth. In distant orbit of the





planet was the Enterprise. In a high polar orbit, hidden from the Enterprise’s sensors, was the other experimental time ship. 8472 fired a torpedo at the time ship.

Mars leaped out of his chair. ”Fire all phasers at that torpedo!”

Oxreider fired phasers, destroying the target. The other Epsilon attacked the Bioship.

The older Epsilon followed suit. Soon the 8472 were without weapons or shields. Mars looked on with satisfaction as the Bioship was slowly dismantled.

Then a very strange creature appeared on the screen. It was an 8472. Mars and his crew

had only seen video of 8472, never a living specimen.

“Cease fire.”

It didn’t talk, of course, it being a telepath. However, words appeared on the screen, in some unknown language.

“Klar, can you tie in the Universal Translator and put it on the screen as bilateral communication?”

“I’ll try. Give me a moment.” Klar fidgeted with the controls of a console for a moment, then said “I've got it. Try it now.”

At once, the language became intelligible…

“We surrender. Do not destroy us. We will not fire on you. Allow us to leave.”

Captain Mars (from the older Epsilon) turned to Commander Ansen and whispered

“Now that they’re on the verge of destruction, they want mercy.”

“We shouldn’t give it to them. If we let them go, they may be back in force, possibly with more time ships.”

“Possibly. But what else could possibly happen if we offered them an olive branch?

Perhaps we could sow the seeds of peace.”

“With 8472? Hmm. Well, it’s your call.”

Captain Mars turned to the creature on the screen and said: ” Very well. Leave you shall. Do not return,

or you will be dealt with most harshly. You’ve caused a great deal of trouble, in a very small amount of time. What is your name, by the way?”

“I am Ott. Hive master Ott.”

“You're a menace.”

“We are only trying to protect our species.”

“By visiting genocide on ours?”

“Necessary modifications to the time scape.”

“Well, if you do return, try to do so in peace.”

“Thankyou. We would be pleased if you would also avoid developing nanite weaponry.”

“Temporal Prime Directive. We can’t account for every aspect of the timeline. However, if you would avoid doing things like invading the Delta quadrant with an armada of warships in order to ethnically cleanse the galaxy, you might find that other species might not take umbrage with your presence in the universe.”

“We will return to our liquid home… We will leave in peace… We will not attack…. Farewell.”

The creature vanished from the screen, and the Bioship slowly moved away from the two Epsilons.

Once again, the two Captains Mars stared at each other from their respective ships.

“Hi Klar.”

“Hello sir.”

“I guess you have a new home?”

“I kind of like it here, for some reason I can’t explain. I guess I ll stay.”

“Very well. Captain?”

“Yes Captain.”

“I suppose its time to return to our own time.”

“Yes. Lets rejoin at the 24th century, brief Captain Kirk, and return to Time command.

I assume this time line’s experimental time ship needs no assistance with their mission to help the Enterprise and Earth?”

“Hail them.”

A red skinned, oddly dressed female appeared on the screen.

“This is Commandant Howe of the timeship Tycho. Greetings.”

“This is Captain Mars of the Time Ship Epsilon, Alpha timeline, 29th Century. We are here to ensure your success in assisting Enterprise in completing it’s mission.”

“It seems you have done so twice.”

“Indeed. Do you need anything further?”

“We have the situation well in hand. Thankyou for taking care of the Bioship. You saved the day.”

“Then we will return to our own time. Be well.”

“And you and your crew. Our thanks.”

Captain Mars turned to Schott and said: “Klara, how much time has elapsed on each ship?”

Klara regarded her instruments. “On the younger Epsilon, five hours. On our ship, twelve hours have elapsed since we left Time Command.”

“Captain Mars, I recommend we return through Archangel gateway, fold time, revisit

Captain Kirk and his ships for a briefing.”

“Lead the way.”

“Very well. Mr. Oxreider, plot a course for Gateway.”

The two Epsilons returned through Gateway to fold time and arrive in the 24th century.

Thereafter, warp 25 brought them to Captain Kirk’s small armada in orbit around Triangula. In addition

to the original ships they had left behind, the experimental time ship now added to their numbers.

Captain Kirk’s smiling countenance appeared on the screens of the Epsilons.

“I presume success all around!”

Captain Mars said “In a word, yes.”

“Split screen. Full conference mode.” Kirk looked at everyone. “ I see we have two identical crews. And you rescued Klar F! Excellent. As you can see, Commander Nissen of the time ship Bach has also been successful. It looks as if 8472 has been completely defeated in both time lines, and the 4 federations have been restored.”

The older Captain Mars said “Commander Nissen, you were successful in fostering

The Vulcan landing at Earth after Zephraim Cochran’s first warp experiments?”

“Yes, thanks in part to you. Your rescue of the situation was essential to the outcome of

the mission.”

“I take it the Enterprise found a temporal route return route to the 24th century?”

“We rendered some assistance in that matter. Unbeknownst to them, of course.”

The younger Captain Mars said “Since we are the same people, of the same ship, and the same crew, perhaps we had better think about lowering our shields and rejoining.”

The older Mars said “Not a bad idea. I, for one, am feeling fatigue. Its been a long day.

Two trips to the Beta time line, two trips to Earth, three battles, seven time jumps. In twelve hours.

Time to go home.”

Kirk said “Well then,lower your temporal shields. Allow the transformation to occur.”

Mars regarded the other crew on the other Epsilon.

“Captain.”

“Captain.” Mars regarded his bridge crew. “Mr. Oxreider, lower the temporal shields.”

“Aye.”

In temporal rejoicings such as this the ship and crew native to the space time surrounding the ships would be the one to remain. They were the ones that “belonged” to the present timescape, whereas the younger ship did not yet have the experiences that they would have had if time

allowed them to continue along the course of events and arrive at this point seven hours later. Therefore they were actually “imbedded” in time, like a splinter, not naturally occurring.

The younger Mars found himself fading, as he could see, along with his crew. For a moment, he was between ships. He could see Triangula, and thousands of stars, and the other ships, and the galaxy. Then he was himself again, sitting in his command chair, looking at his crew. His memories came flooding back–the trips to Earth, talking to Hive Master Ott, everything. He was once again complete. No doubt the rest of the crew were experiencing the same thing-except for Klar.

Mars looked at the other ships on the screen. The other Epsilon had vanished.

Kirk appeared on the screen. “Transition complete? Everyone alright?”

Mars said “No casualty reports Captain.”

“Excellent. Then how about you and your senior staff join me for dinner and drinks?

To celebrate.”

Mars winced inwardly. Dinner and drinks. He said “That’s very kind, but weve been galaxy hopping for a great many hours, and I think I speak for myself and my crew when I say that it’s got the better of us, for now. At best, I will replicate some coffee before the jump.”

“Say no more. “I have to say, you’ve done a stellar job, sir. You and your crew have saved the four Federations. Think of how complicated this work will become if or when we discover more habitable universes,.”

“THAT is a fascinating proposition, Captain Kirk. And indeed, I hope we meet again in some future tapestry of time and space.”

Kirk said, “Stout hearts.” Then the screen shone with stars.



“Mr. Travis, set course for Time Command, fold factor 20.”

“Factor 20, aye.”

“Initiate.”

This was the 500 year jump. The journey home. Within seconds, and with the usual side effects, it was done.

“Fold complete. We are home- in the 29th century, specifically 1212875:1350-2 hours after we left.”

“Set course for Time Command Headquarters, Warp 25.”

“Course set, warp engaged. Time to arrival, 8 minutes.”

The stars moved past so quickly that space was a sheet of light. During this time,

A crewman moved from person to person with a device that shortened fingernails. Another crewman

dispensed coffee to every bridge member, much to Mars’ delight. Then, as the Captain sipped his coffee,

Travis said, “Approaching coordinates for Time Command Headquarters.”

“Slow to impulse.”

“Impulse aye.”

The sheet of light became a starfield. Shortly the lunar sized platform that was the





Orbital Headquarters for Time Command appeared before Epsilon’s visiualization beams.(If a ship

didn’t have a keyed flash system, the orbital platform would remain cloaked-completely invisible.)

The large oval craft slowly approached, entered a ship’s bay, and then gently came to rest within the structure.

Captain Mars said “Well thats it everyone. Well done, by all accounts. We did exactly what mission specs demanded of us, and then some.”

Travis said “I will never get used to 24th century accents .”

Ansen said “I suppose it‘s time to brief upper echelons.”

“That’s one part of this job I wish I could skip.”

“The old bag of wind.”

Klara smiled “Mind your manners. He’s just doing his job.”

“Its good to be back.”

The bridge crew disembarked from the Epsilon first, followed by the rest of the ship’s complement. Captain Mars and his team made their way to the Time Command mission debriefing-basically a conversation with the Central Administrator and his staff.

The Administrator was all smiles and open arms.

“You did it! Congratulations good people, you were more successful than I think even you suspect!”

To see the Administrator , an old, balding, bearded man, full of glee and bonhomie,

seemed like something of a contradiction.

Mars said. “Yes well, we saved the 4 Federations, just as the mission specs required of us. All is as it was. Or?”

“Or indeed! Hive master Ott!”

“What about him?”

“You let him live.”

“So . I got tired of blowing everything up.”

“He went back to fluidic space, and sued for peace. He became an ambassador

To the Federation for his people. 8472 and the United Federation of Planets ratified a Peace Treaty

In 2475!”

“And this wasn’t always so because?”

“Oh you know time. You had to be the catalyst. You had to go back and assist the time ship Bach and not destroy Hive master Ott.”

“But 8472 is a strictly telepathic race, ruthlessly warlike, viscous and without mercy. They only surrendered to us when they were on the verge of total loss.”

“Things change, species can change―look at the Klingons, how they’ve benefited us since the alliance. Look. 8472 was frightened by Nano technology. They had other reasons to come to us in peace. And they had a lot to offer. There are even more potentially ruthless enemies in the galaxy that we must guard against. Remember the Zindi? Or the Dominion? 8472 are excellent warriors. Over the centuries (and we are still researching all the new history that has appeared in the databanks.)”

“You have both databases, don’t you?”

“Yes. We have the archive that became extant the moment Hive Master Ott became

an ambassador―the entire story, all the way down through history. And then we have your version of events, all that suddenly came into being within the last 12 hours. Within an. Within and outside of temporal shielding.”

Klara Schott spoke, “You're implying, that throughout the centuries, 8472 has never

reverted to the status of enemy in any instance, that they’ve been perfect allies?”

“Yes. Nothing worth mentioning. Oh , of course, both humans and 8472 have had Individual members act out now and then but that’s to be expected. The important thing is, all in all, that it is quite a by product of all you’ve done, that today, and at least for now, we have peace.”



Acknowledgements:

Given that this story occurs in a Star Trek universe, thanks as always go to Gene Roddenberry.

The characters Captain Mars, Commander Ansen, and Captain James Matrix Kirk, as well

the concept of the Time ship Epsilon, are the product of the fertile imagination of Blake Salemink.

Used by permission.

































Volume II



Part One Vulcan Logic



The boy lay quietly in his room, trying to pass the end of the day away. He was contemplating what to do. To leave or stay. His mother wanted him out of the house and he was nearly failing his school. The path he was on would either put him back into the mental hospital or in a morgue.

He was in control of his emotions. Years of medication had dulled his emotions from a bouncy young boy to a monotone young man. He knew he was alone but he knew there was more to the scenario he was in calm and cool he headed upstairs to get the communicating alarm. Like a malfunctioning cell phone, it beeped a message from the telepathic Vulcans.

The alarm though was acting up. Jeremy believes it was an outside force that had set off the alarm. Vulcans with their heightened mental capabilities had sent a message that was picked by the home fire alarm. He hid away with the warning, ironic; it was a fire alarm that was warning of self-destruction to the boy who was a child of Vulcans. They had extra sensory perception, and many extra mental capabilities that others did not grasp. The Vulcans were caretakers to the human race. He had spent many days thinking of his Vulcan persona; Spock from Star Trek Enterprise. This was no Star Trek, it was loyalty, honour, blood, royalty and a sense of family fellowship that drove the boy to continue with his thoughts of suicide and problems with his family.

Even though Vulcans were all made up in fiction, he continued to believe there was a place out there with men with pointy ears and deep meditative habits with their emotions locked up.

















Part Two Smoke



The warnings continued but Jeremy’s mother took the alarm from its spot and took the batteries out. The signal could no longer be controlled by the Vulcans. This was becoming an obsession and he was on a bad route with every day he argued with his mother and put back the alarm. In Jeremy’s mind, the Vulcans were sending a warning that Jeremy would never heed.

It was imminent. Everyday the boy’s mental capacities and health diminished. His mom sought a restraining order while the boy contemplated what he would do next. Jeremy was on road to a complete crash.

Days later he came up with a plan. He would go to Mexico and burn down the house. If there was no house he would not have a home to be dragged back to and Mexico would allow him to party and have a good time without the stresses of everyday life. This was a foolish plan and Jeremy would be foiled by it.

While in custody, Jeremy turned to the Vulcan way of Vegetarianism. He asked for a Vegetarian meal set. After a few months on his way to Colony Farms, he lost 15 pounds. He even looked like a lanky Vulcan.

Both his mother and sister were talking about what to do with Jeremy. Would they kick him out of give him another chance. All this was nonchalant with Jeremy as he had planned to light a match on the house and leave the country. Mexico was the perfect place to hideout, or so he thought.

The next day he woke up and burnt the house down. Firemen were there and police, his mother and sister stood outside looking at the burned home. They stood sobbing.

While his home was burning down, Jeremy sat on a bus to Mexico. He was ready to get to a vacation spot and not return home to Canada for many years. In the state of California, he used his cell phone which was ringing. He was disowning his parents but wanted to talk with them.

“Hello?” he asked to the call.

“Jeremy! The house is burned down, where are you?” asked his sister Veronica.

“Yeah I burnt the house down and am heading to Mexico,” responded Jeremy.

“What! Come back now.” she ordered.

“Sorry sis, I got a new life for me,” he answered nonchalantly and hung up.

Hours later the bus was stopped just outside the Mexican border. State troopers came onboard. Jeremy looked over curiously. “Oh no!” he thought as they headed for him. He dove out of his chair and tried to get out of the bus as they came up. He tried barging through them but they quickly arrested him.

“You have the right to remain silent,” the trooper read his Miranda Rights as he took Jeremy into the Police van.

On the way back to Canada, he envisioned his future for the next year, behind bars.









































Part Four Brick by Boring Brick



In the jail Jeremy was receiving care. He talked to a lady who he knew was not from here. She was from the starship Atlantis. Jeremy knew that his story with the telepathic Vulcans, trying to send a message, until the worse thing could have happened to their earth Vulcan boy. He continued his way on, in the Star Trek world as the people rehabilitating him was from space and was from a Starship that had seen the time of the future where people lived for the day and loved for good reason.

Here behind the walls, in the bricked castle. He was safe. Away, from all the havoc and chaos. Away from the tears and cries of everyday life. Here he practiced his logic. He built rules around him and took upon the rules of the jail.

He knew his Vulcan family was looking over him. He knew that in the walls of logic, discourse, harmony and rules; that they existed somewhere deep inside the cave.

In jail, Jeremy counted the Bricks. He played games in his head to pass the time. When he wasn’t being escorted with his Atlantis friends, in segregation to shower. Or taking his meds, he made up stories in his head, about missions by Atlantis. One mission was a mission to a planet that had sent out a beacon for help. They arrived but the beacon had been sent many years before and all that was left were corpses. The crew determined that they were destroyed. It was not until all the memories were telepathically transferred to the crew. They felt the experiences of the slaughter. It appeared the beacon had mind transferring powers.



Jeremy talked to the guards. He never actually asked them if they were from the future, but he was sure of it. The new faces, the influx of guards working, as well as nurses who handed out medication, all had this mysterious glow.





He took courses and built friendships and fellowships wit the other inmates. Occasionally an inmate yelled or was rude, but he was okay with that.



Part Four Reconcile



Leah was on the side of tending to people with disease. Sometimes she mended inmates who had gotten into fights. She always looked at them with a sweet fondness. Usually the ones who had received the worse of the fight. One time she nursed a young boy who had been hit over and over on the camera until the guards could go in and break up the fight. She smiled at him genuinely and with happiness. She even mended Jeremy, while she peddled away with her lotions and polysporin. She tended to him and he returned back to the unit, while the other guy got put into segregation for attacking Jeremy. Something about him sparked the fight. Jeremy did not suit jail but it suited him.

Jeremy continued his practice of Vulcan lifestyle. His Vulcan philosophy, vegetarianism and devout faith to all things logic. He knew that the Vulcan planet would be destroyed, but Atlantis was a temporal ship that could cross the boundaries of time. He still believed that this elfish planet would be destroyed but there would be life which would continue the memory of Vulcan...



Kerak was the only Vulcan that Captain Salemink knew. She kept to herself and existed in a time when her planet was destroyed.



Even though Vulcan was destroyed; their philosophy and meditative ways would continue through all races that knew the race.



Jeremy decided to write a letter to queen Elizabeth about Prince William and Kate’s baby. As it really happened, he received a letter back saying they had received the letter and it was stamped with the Queen’s seal.

His delusions were rampant. He seemed ill not only to his friends, but to the judge. Jeremy could see the entire Universe from his cell. The Vulcans, stars, starships and all sort of space exploring methods. In his cell Jeremy began to see images of a deck of cards changing shape and form. The officers could feel the presence of mystery. They bulged their way into Jeremy’s cell and asked, “What is the deal?”

Even though he had problems, with the help of the people from Atlantis, the officers and nurses, he was able to see the beauty and wisdom of life. His logic was just the beginning of his philosophy. The Vulcan ideals, he now saw in action within the officers, as they fed and kept the inmates hygiene. They showed him that people could achieve anything. All types of people.

Jeremy worked hard in prison. He met a few good workers and worked on fixing his mental Illness. After some time the judge sent him to a Forensic Psychiatric Hospital where he was cared for by specialists. Years later, he began the long road of recovery and his parents and sister supported him to go on to be a better person. He would be on the road to Colony Farms, and truly was not sure if he wanted to leave the setting of Atlantis guards, a TV in his room and lots of canteen items. He was actually quite nostalgic of his time in jail. While he was happy to be out of the brick walls, he would be in a new castle. Brick by brick he would build this castle. He didn’t know if the hospital, much like a jail, would be better than his cell in the jail. He would have gone off to a Federal prison, most likely if he was not eligible to go the hospital. Jeremy figured a hospital sounded better than a prison, even if he had good times with the guards, of North Fraser, actually from Atlantis.

One day, one of the guards yelled for Jeremy. “Jeremy, visitors!” yelled the guard. Jeremy went up to the visiting booth where behind a plastic window were his mother and sister.

He apologized profusely with tears in his eyes for burning the house down. He explained it as though he “had to do it.” His sister looks annoyed. She had to take care of Jeremy’s mother. She was not happy to see the house go down. The insurance was not paying either. This troubled his mother.

“Oh, honey,” said his mom while crying. “How are they treating you?

“Good!” replied Jeremy. “I work as table washer and earn money for canteen.”

“We have news from your lawyer,” said his sister. “You should be going to Colony Farms hospital.”

For a second Jeremy didn’t believe it, and then when the realization set in, he began to panic. All the officers from Atlantis and the mysticism of the presence of Vulcans, looking after the lost people in jail. “Would these people be at the Colony Farms too?” he wondered.

“Good!” he lied to them.

“Oh sweety, be good and stay out of trouble. We know you’ve been in those segregation cells. The guards told us. The hospital is a good place. Your lawyer as got an agreement with the judge to send you there” she told him.

At this moment when they told him he was moving, he panicked over his world. Would he be able to practice his logic in this new environment?

Eventually he would be rehabilitated and would return to the community, work and support his future family that he would build and take care of for many years to come.

This was what he hoped. Back in his cell, he drew up plans and rules for when he moved. Would he have a TV in his cell? Or would he be able to talk to the staff like he talked to the officers of the jail? He loved talking to them, and admired their aura of stars and exploration for the betterment of humanity.

All these questions would be answered tomorrow, when he was slated to go to the hospital.

Jeremy told the guards that he was leaving. “You’re getting out?” asked one of the guards.

“No,” replied Jeremy, “I’m going to Colony Farms.”

The next day he got up and had his cereal and juice like usual.

The guards, who were picking him up, phoned down to the unit and advised they were coming to get Jeremy.

He packed his bin full of books, writings, and some coffee he had leftover from the previous night.

“Jeremy!” yelled a guards from down on the unit. Quickly, he packed his bag and walked out of his room. He said goodbye to his roommate and moved on to Colony Farms. His long brown hair swished back and forth while he carried his bag.

“Officer Nash!” yelled Jeremy to one of the good guards who helped him write a letter.

The officer waved goodbye.

The sheriffs cuffed Jeremy and guided him to a police van. He sat lonely, in the musty police van. Eventually his driver had come to take him alone in the truck to the hospital.

Jeremy was told he was going. He wondered if this facility would have staff or nurses, too on a mission of rehabilitating the past; from the future. He hoped he could continue his math studies. He hoped to be an astronomer and needed university math.

“How will it be there?” pondered Jeremy.



Part Five Colony Farms



The first day in the hospital, another patient, took the TV that was being used by Jeremy. He clocked him over the side of the head in a fury of rage.

Jeremy spent the next few nights in Isolation.

The ride over was nice for Jeremy. The fresh air and scenery towards the hidden hospital in the Colony Farms open land outside Port Coquitlam from the city. Off the highway from the very public North Fraser was Colony Farms.

In the unloading area, Jeremy walked up to the check in. Three nurses were waiting, looking stern and polite. They un-cuffed him and signed over his custody to the hospital.

Hours later, Jeremy was back in his room. He did not have his Atlantis campeneros with him. Nor were the Vulcans here. This was a desolate clear place. Where the mind could relax into a good book. He began to mediate and looked for the essence of his Vulcan people who existed off the planet. He tried to reach them but there was no answer. Here in the hospital he would waste away until the day he would be released back into the community.

Days later, he began a book. “Vulcan Logic” and he began to write of his visits with the pointed ear elfish race. He watched them on Star Trek and practiced their philosophy of “pure logic.”

His book had ways to mediate. Breathing exercises and counting’s to calm one. Deep breathing exercises and imaginative meditating was his occupier. He found out that at his next review he would be let out. His book still quite unwritten.

An excerpt from his book read; <To calm one's inner mind reach into one self’s thoughts and count on them to soothe you.>

His mother invited him back to her new home. But he denied the offer. He had a place to go in downtown Vancouver. He missed the officers of Atlantis, with their secretive mission to heal the people of the earth. He also missed the presence of logic and emotionless action of the premise in the jail. So much of it was all logic and reasonable thinking.

In the next coming weeks he adjusted to the openness of the hospital. He had no privileges or programs and grew tired of the staff. Jeremy did adjust quickly. He still had his room, space in his cell, a TV that was shared in the common room, but not much of Atlantis. Every now and then, he saw a nurse that looked like she had the aura of the future. Jeremy rarely acknowledges this.



He wrote a Vulcan prayer and prayed it to God. <Infinite choices, Infinite possibilities> he said to the air.



Jeremy thought the food was better. Much better than the jail food, which was processed and not good at all…



He spent time in the seclusion or the ‘side room’ and came up with a plan. He would buckle down and get on a new med set that the doctor had offered. He would get as far as he could and only meditate at times of extreme frustration and anxiety. He would learn to control his inner emotions and act like an enlightened Vulcan. He even turned to Vegetarianism.



























Part Six Freelance Warp Theory



Jeremy watched space channels and searched warp theory on his internet time. He came along a theory by a Mexican physicist. If space was pushed forward and the space behind the starship was pushed back, the space around the ship, the warp field, would be taken out of the spot in space and propelled, almost moved forward, from the spot to a far distance space ahead millions of miles from the start of the warp field and where the ship started from.

As long as Jeremy knew his relationship with the eyes of the Vulcans in the jail and now the work of the nurses in the hospital. If they too knew of the commanding starships like Atlantis that travelled through time. Of the eyes of the officers in jails and their connection to the elfish Vulcans.

Just like the TV show, Jeremy went boldly in his life at the hospital. He kept studying his Vulcan meditative ideas. He compared his interest in things such as Buddhism or Chinese meditation. He knew if he could come out of this trip to the institutions, and the coming of Atlantis and the prisoner visiting him in the jail. The nurses that came from the future star ship Atlantis. He knew while others were sceptical of a future like Star Trek, by his experiences with the people of Atlantis.

He prayed to God, that the Vulcans eyes would return to his contempt, and kept of being.

Jeremy studied and theorized over warp travel, warp fields and interstellar travel.

Slowly the memory of Atlantis fled from his memory. He had visions in his dreams, of close encounters and experiences with star bound people. His starship travels and memories of the future were all so full in visions inside Jeremy’s mind.

















Part Five Time Bubble



Jeremy was in a time bubble. In the wake of Vulcans, Atlantis, the Prisoner, he was in a fusion of cosmos, scenarios of cusps of ages and edges of revolutions and new breaks in the new ages and revelations of times. The influences of Star Trek, peaking into the future. The interest in space, the galaxy and the future of Star Trek as a reality and a possibility, was that all of Jeremy’s hopes came true when he came to jail. The people working in these modern institutions, and his connection with Vulcans, and the rehabilitation` of humanity.



This time bubble, where he could experience, the past, the present and the future. He had memories of the Greeks, charting a future ship in the sand called Atlantis that vanished from memory and existence. It was in the heavens and disappeared from all known time, matter and being.



One day Jeremy would find his space bound people. He himself was space bound. He had dreams to charter around Mars, and fined himself in the future, within a future return to earth. The eternal return that would have him missed by the people of the end of this age would send him into the next age of Aquarius. He would leave the cusp of his existence of Pisces and go to the next age of earth into the new age of Aquarius. This revolution around Mars would jet set Jeremy into the future, where he would know the truths of his hunch that Vulcans and Starfleet existed harmoniously with new technology and philosophies of mankind.

















Part Six A New Hope



He thought and thought of his experience with the Atlantis people. The doctor reported that Jeremy was well and of sound mind. That he was unlikely to commit another crime under his new medication of course the Doctor said that he hoped new medication would eventually come out with less side-effect. Jeremy could not wait for this and prepared a plan to go to the future and see for himself if his visions of Vulcans and Atlantis were true.



Jeremy had an apartment and in it began building his space. It had a jet engine that would power a sail to sail into the orbit of Mars. Once at Mars, he would orbit and revolve around it several times until he had crossed into the age of Aquarius. The mark of a civilian, entering the presence of Mars and travelling an eclipse of the Sun. The elliptical movement would send him through time and space into the next century or so.

The stars passed by around him. He was in a state of movement. All the stars twinkling in space. The return mission would leave him with little air left. Jeremy had left on July 1st 2015. He had entered the orbit of Earth, in a hot air balloon and would return in a parachute exiting the spaceship.

























Part Seven Trek



In spite of his inhibitions Jeremy continued on. He was travelled in weightless space at about 30,000 Km/h. It took about 3 months to get to Mars and it would take the same time returning after revolving Mars and eclipsing the sun. The first in the solar system to do such would separate him from the space and fabric of time. Jeremy now only 28 would return to earth in a different time.



He had little fuel and little air left. He could see the moon coming into focus. Jeremy prepared for re-entry into earth’s atmosphere. Jeremy unbuckled his seat, and opened the hatch as he was descending. He jumped out and waited some seconds. He came down fast and pulled his hatch. The parachute opened and he fell to earth.



The first thing Jeremy did was run from the fields of Alberta. He collapsed as his body could not work under the gravity.



He got into a small town. “What is the date?” he asked to a civilian.

“The First,” responded the civilian.



“No, what year is it,” questioned Jeremy, massaging his legs.



“2215,” responded the man looking oddly at Jeremy.



“Thank-you.”











Volume 3

Part One Prisoner of Godhood



The Prisoner stood in the courtroom. The audience yelled, scorned and mocked him. “Silence,” ordered the judge, banging his gavel.

“Prisoner, we sentence you to humanity, and take away all your powers. Go to jail,” ordered to judge.

“But my son,” interrupted the prisoner.

“I henceforth take away all your powers, and sentence you to a human life, in jail for life.” ordered the judge.



The world began to spin. Soon the prisoner fell into a hold eon the ground, swirling his black hair swaying with the gravity.

There sat the prisoner in his cell. “Prisoner!” yelled a guard, “Come get your meal,”

The prisoner walked towards the meal wagon.

He ate his food quickly and headed back off to his cell. The guard acknowledged the prisoner. The prisoner knew where he was from. That damns Starship Atlantis. He ignored the guard as he thought of himself above the exploration of the stars.

The prisoner sat in his cell thinking of how he got himself in this mess. “I got myself in here, I can get myself out,” he thought.

He meditated and the world began to swirl. He was back in the courtroom.

“Prisoner did you hear me?” yelled the judge. “You are henceforth banned from the continuum.”

The prisoner gaped at the judge as he turned black. He fell into a pit of fire, and travelled to the core of the earth. He was in a cell waiting to come out. In came a guard from Atlantis. “Come with me, we will take you to the warden,” ushered the guard. He had blond-ruby hair and was dressed in a clean cut officer uniform.

Out the door, he passed through the cell black cells and down the brick by brick hallway. He felt a tinge of fear.

Into the wardens office he walked in. Immediately the air around him went black. He was in a wall of black. “Welcome,” said a man sitting behind the desk in a chair facing the back of the room. He turned around and a breadth of fire, blackness breathed out his mount. The creature had two horns and a fiery whip.

Into the ground they passed through fire and earth. “You must pass the test,” ordered the demon. “This test will prove your honour and worthiness.”

In the fiery pits, the demon, cracked his whip. “Go!” it ordered.











































Part Two Path



The prisoner walked for ages. It felt like a lifetime and more. He travelled across the sands of time. The desert and black pit of hell, he walked up to the edge of the plateau. Beyond the earth he travelled. Down a steaming river and past an icy road.

Finally the prisoner reached a doorway. He entered. In the white room was a picture. It was Atlantis, orbiting 21st century earth.

“Do you really want to end this? Look, Atlantis crosses stars and time to pass thought the infinite space of stars.” questioned a man in a dark robe. The prisoner recognized him as one of the elders of his continuum. “The moment you were dethroned from the continuum, these people in the jail you were sent, cared for you. They clothed and fed you. They continue to take care of the people in these jails. Atlantis will do more for humanity to usher in a peaceful age than any starship or piece of technology, developed by these mortals. Do you really want to end their mission and voyage?”

The prisoner looked on into the painting. The stars seemed to swirl and pan across in a streaking blur. The picture of the ship soared across the wall and sped across into the distant reaches of the background of the painting. The prisoner looked back at the clocked elder, his dark-brown hair becoming a bit dishevelled.

“How can I come back to the continuum?” he asked.

“For what?” inquired the elder? “Do you feel curiosity for these human time-travelers?”

“I want to welcome them to meditate and evolve into more than their current habitation. If they are to evolve into beings like ourselves, I wish to be with them when they do this. Who better than me, to accept them into the world of immortals.”

“That ship sailed long ago.” answered the elder firmly, crossing his hand along in an arch and casting a spell over the area. The wall and ground went black.









Part Three Ocean



The prisoner spat water as he emerged to the top of wavy open water. He looks in both directions, wading his way in the water. Where was he now? Pondered the prisoner. He had left the solitude of the jail and the officers of Atlantis, and now was swimming for his life. Both directions he could not see land.



“Man alive to the port bow.” screamed a savage on a sailing boat. “Take him aboard.”

The prisoner was thrown in the bridge of the sailing boat. “Tie him up, and question him,” remarked snivel the savage. “Put him in the cage.”

The prisoner was dragged along the bridge and brought to a spiked cage which held spiked metal so the prisoner could not look away from questioning.

First came the savage who spotted the prisoner. “What is a royal doing in the waters of Aisha?” scathed the black haired savage. He darted his eyes to the prisoner’s clothes. The prisoner was clothed in a dress from the continuum. No wonder they thought he was royal by his use of godly apparel.

“These are the clothes of my people. They have sent me here as a punishment.” explained the prisoner.

“Liar!” yelled the savage.

The men mocked and threw food at the caged prisoner.

Shortly later the apparent leader of the savages, dressed in a ripped white shirt, spoke to the crowd. “We will take the prisoner to be sacrificed for the god of sun. The lands of Asia will be blessed by the blood of royalty from across the waters.” The crowd cheered.

They travelled for quite some time on the raging waters of the ocean. The sounds of the sea left and were replaced by the sounds of the Amazon. The birds could be seen circling the desert beach.

As far as the prisoner went. “Omnipotence, control over the mortal realm” was something he took for granted.



The prisoner met with an old man in white with a long snowy white beard. The prisoner sat pensively next to him. The man stroked his beard and poked at the well around his feet with a stick.



“You know why there is so much destruction and carnage in the world,” said the man mysteriously. The prisoner sat silent in polite reflection. “Ignorance!” said the old man. “Ignorance is to blame for all the damage done to the spirit. Worlds are full of ignorant belief that these people are above the common standard. Take time to reflect on the simple things of life. From the father to the child’s hand, reflect and be at peace that progress will come, even if it comes slow.”



The old man stood up and splashed his well with his stick, the image turning from a blue circular planet to a misty mountain.



“If people took notice to who they, to who you are. To whom you belong, and to whom you are thinking of. They need to take time to reflect on who you are just like who created you,” he said finally.

The prisoner was sent down to the depths of human insanity, He was locked in a small room with no light, a hard blankets a nurses and doctors questioning his slightest movement. The room filled with thoughts of humanity. Signs, numbers, charts, diagrams were all filling the room like. smoke. The prisoner used his omnipotent knowledge to call upon the gods of science.

“Fire,” yelled a nurse. “Everybody out!”

The prisoner’s room of isolation filled with numbers and equations. He was pulled out of the room and brought outside the building. Now was his chance to escape.



















Part Four Stranded



The prisoner walked for days. He called up to his people but there was no answer. He was banned from the continuum and they showed him no mercy, in the remnants of immortality he still possessed. The prisoner came to a precipice. In came an angel, like a spirit, she came in through the air. All around the prisoner, there was a cold chill. She took him to a painting. It was a picture moving, and swirling of space. She guided him to a cliff.



The prisoner travelled across the Sahara deserts, in the futile age of earth. His punishment, by nature was banishment. The prisoner travelled ages of earth, in a time of philosophic debate of the rights of the middle class. He would not die. The judges of the continuum had not been able to take his immortality. The prisoner hoped if he travelled to the end of the Pisces age, where the Atlantis was rehabilitant the people of the 21st century.

“Do you really want to destroy this?” She asked him.

It was a picture of the time travelling Atlantis. It was the height of humanity in all time realities. It travelled across light and time itself.

She continued to a picture of earth and the transport of people, from earth, and rescuing people of persecution across time. “The people and crew of Atlantis have come to a point in time where they can exist as spirits, almost like the continuum.”

She showed him to the colonies in the heavens, and the temporal colonies and controls of Atlantis. “This is Atlantis of the earth you have doubted to ever achieve enlightenment or this level of intelligence.”

She showed another painting of Atlantis in combat and in a state of fire. “Do you really want to destroy this?” she asked mystically.











Part Five A New Passion



The prisoner wandered for days across the tiny planet earth, condemned, banished. He came to a time of extra energy and knowledge, as well as enlightenment. The Atlantis he wanted to wreck was working as government employees. The prisoner thought this would be a perfect way for him to show the continuum he was worthy.



The prisoner discretely made sure Jeremy got his time outside of his cell. He got his hour outs as the prisoner worked like a real human. Although his new look, and attire was different from his previous as a Q. He was aging. The effects of his previous godhood had transformed him into a more mortal being. He was balding.



The prisoner was aging ever so slowly. If he was not to return to his godhood and reclaim his powers, his immortality, omnipotence and kingly makeup, he would eventually die to the punishment of the secrecy of his people.



He had made the continuum look like drunken fools. “Self-appointed guardians of the Universe.” That was not what the judges of the gods, the continuum wanted. The prisoner never gave off any tips or clues that this was who he was. He thought if he was able to gain a foothold into the future, that the continuum would see his goal to show the work, that he too, a god could serve humans.



After being sent to a cell in jail, fed gruel and dressed in red attire. The prisoner knew he could be luckier in court next time.



He shouted to the gods, in anger after five years of hard work. He was made in jail, travelled the endless isles of earth back to the time of the change within humanity. If the history books ever noted, a hard working god, in the institutions of the kind he spat on. Then, maybe the prisoner could be forgiven.

He shouted up into the air. “Times! Jules! Horoscopes! I want back!”

In a whirl of time, air, like a flushing of a toilet or the spin of a sink of water. He returned to the courtroom.

In the court, the crowd jeered and yelled.



















































Part Five Revolution



Part Six



















































Volume 4 Star Trek Philosophy



Part One The Voyager Eclipse



Voyager had passed through the farthest edges of known space. The species they made first contact and relationships with others was endless. Furthermore the memorable Voyage became a staple to the most pitiable situations. The journey put Voyager and her crew into Starfleet royalty.



Part Two The Atlantis Mission



400 years after Voyager, the Atlantis crew began a mission that would prove long and valuable. Species 8472; a long-time enemy of the galaxy. All of the data Voyager had gained from their meetings with 8472. Even though many starships had data that was Universal to 8472 and Voyager. Few of them had an EMH (Emergency Medical Hologram) that was able to create nanoprobes and equip them into weapons. The history of Atlantis and its pivotal attack to shake the foundations of 8472 fluidic space,

with the help of Enterprise and Voyager.



Part Three The Voyager Paradox



The paradox of the missing vessel, U.S.S. Voyager is interesting. Future Voyager captain, Jane way made it home after a long 20 year journey from the Delta Quadrant. The trick is she goes back in time, to give the past Voyager technology to go through the Borg conduit. The thing is, how did Janeway way go back in time does if she arrives 15 years earlier.

The answer is an alternate dimension. Voyager must be remembered as a two sided coin.



Part Four The Light Paradigms



If light takes time to travel, then all of the stars seen from earth are in a big time warp jumble.

Alpha Centauri is 4.3 light years away. So if we took a picture of Alpha Centauri then travelled to Alpha Centauri at light speed, the time and state of the light images would be 4.3 years old. If you look at a picture of the Andromeda galaxy, you are looking at pictures 2.5 million light years away originating before earth was inhabited by humans.

Part Five Future



If the future can alter the past, then how did the future do this if the future and past has been altered? These are the very paradigms face in the world of Star Trek. Not even understood by many of the characters and actors in this world.