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Halo: The Final Frontier, Pt.1
Posted By: Burrofootball<burrofootball40@yahoo.com>
Date: 5 August 2004, 8:07 PM
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Author's note- this is a crossover between Star Trek and Halo.
Stardate 2374.0612 (June 12, 2374), 0800 hours
In transit to Vesuvi system, Haven colony.
The USS Dauntless flew through the void of subspace at a stately Warp 5, a little over half of her full speed. On the bridge of the massive Galaxy-class cruiser, Captain Robert Martin sipped an ice-cold Coke and studied a PADD with the ship's daily personnel requests on the screen, checking off transfer requests and generally doing busywork. The bridge crew mainly performed their duties in silence, but if one listened carefully, they could hear the helmswoman and the tactical officers discussing tactics, Chief Engineer Brex's mumbling at a balky circuit board, and Science Officer Micheal Ortiz eagerly manipulating his station.
"Mike, it's space dust. Maybe a few radiation spikes. But normal nonetheless. Why are you scanning like you've just discovered the Holy Grail?"
"Sir, this space dust may be normal to you, but I think tha....Sir, I'm picking up a radiation surge ahead, looks like a....
"Sir! Onscreen!" First Officer Larson pointed forward, at the main viewscreen. A white energy field was directly ahead of them.
"It's pulling us in!" Ensign Rhoades shouted. The young woman tapped furiously at her helm station, but the ship still drifted toward the white cloud.
"Shut down all power to warp engines, Brex!" Captain Martin commanded
"No good, sir, the relays won't disengage!"
"Shields!"
The ship drifted into the field and vanished.
June 12, 2553, 0800 hours
Deep Space
UNSC Dauntless
Captain Robert Martin stood on the command deck, staring up at the bow of his Halcyon-class cruiser. The old ship had been moderatly damaged in their last encounter with the Covenant, and the improvised energy shields they had recieved at their last refit had overloaded. A party of engineers in EVA suits worked like madmen to repair the damaged circuitry before the Covanent came looking for them.
"Status on the repairs, Patton?" He asked, seemingly into thin air.
A green, pudgy AI materialized, complete with a stubby brown cigar in his mouth. "For full repairs, at least six hours, but the shields will be up in about ten minutes. Not that they did much good."
"Pat, if you'd rather take on a covenant carrier without them, I'll evacuate and let you pick us up. After we call in backup, of course."
"I never said that the shield was bad," huffed the AI. "In fact, it's an improvement. But I'd rather put the power it uses into the MACs."
"So would I, but we'd burn out the coils. And the shield blocks the plasma beams."
As the words left his mouth, a mysterious white cloud appeared directly in front of the Dauntless. A strange ship shot out of the field and came to a relative halt directly ahead of the Dauntless.
"Patton, charge the guns and get those crewmen inside NOW! Prepare a squadron of Longswords, and contact Fleet. Ensign Brown, get that ship on COM. I want to know who those people are and what they're doing in ten seconds."
USS Dauntless
Unknown Position and Stardate
Captain Martin was the first of the bridge crew to awaken, but not by much. Already, Ensign Rhoades and Lt. Savali were groaning, and Brex was picking himself up. Larson was sprawled on the floor, and Ortiz was draped over his console.
"Sir, unknown ship at 30 kilometers, holding steady." Lt. Savali was the first to notice that they were not alone.
"Position checks are gone, but the stellar-recognition program's saying it knows where we are...but the time's off..." The ensign trailed off as she began working.
"Sir, that ship is charging...magnetic cannons...how premitive? Their shields are coming online...they're hailing."
"Onscreen." Robert looked around. Hopefully the other ship's captain wouldn't notice the chaos on the bridge.
A red-haired man in an unfamiliar uniform appeared onscreen. He was standing with a tactical disply behind him on a bridge that appeared to be quite cramped. Behind the translucent display, Robert could make out his own ship. Interesting. The man spoke.
"This is Captain Martin of the UNSC Dauntless. You have exactly ten seconds to explain who you are and why I shouldn't turn you into Swiss cheese."
Robert was stunned. The other captain looked just like him, down to the body movements. What was this?
"This is Captain Robert Martin of the Federation starship USS Dauntless. We were wondering the same thing."
"That doesn't answer my question. Who are you?"
Ensign Rhoades was gesturing that she had something for him.
"Mute audio, Brex." He stepped over to the helm and looked at the display. 2553?
"Sir, the position is the same as before we entered the anomaly, but the date seems to have moved up."
"And the rest of the Federation's gone. I'm not picking up any subspace transmissions." Lt. Savali had been working too.
"Ortiz, what happened?"
"It seems like a dimensional rift, sir. One that works through space and time, apparently. That's all I know, sir."
"Brex, unmute."
Captain Robert Martin faced the screen and stared his counterpart in the eye.
"Mind if I come over and discuss this?"
The grim-looking man on the cramped bridge who looked just like him nodded. "That would be acceptable. Meet on my ship in twenty minutes. Martin out." The screen went black.
"Brex, alert the active shuttle crew and a security detachment. Tell them to meet me on the hangar deck in five minutes. Mike, scan that ship until we can replicate one in our sleep. The rest of you, get a report together. Robert stepped into the turbolift.
"Hangar Bay One."
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