Saturday, September 26, 2015

Star Trek Providence

Star Trek: Providence

A tall somewhat lanky, but average built young man with black hair combed and parted to one side with sky blue eyes, a lean face, and rather short pointed looking ears stood in front of a floor length mirror that had been purposely set up against what looked like a smoke grey wall with a thick black border running along the top of the wall.The young man according to his reflection was wearing some kind of black and grey uniform.  The neckline of the uniform showed the exposed edges of what appeared to be some kind of thick, dark red under shirt he seemed to be wearing beneath his outer uniform.  Along the right side of the exposed area of the undershirt and attached, which one would guess to be an actual collar were a row of four gold looking buttons lined up in a sequential row.

The shoulders of the uniform seemed to be made from a very dense or thick fabric and the shoulders seemed to match the color of the rooms wall.  The shoulders seemed to be thick as it were perhaps because of a simple ridge like design that had been sewn into both shoulders.  The fancy shoulder section did not carry on however past the halfway mark of the uniform’s upper breast area nor did it retreat below the upper chest area either.  In fact, from that point on the uniform continued in black and even spread to the arms, ending at the wrists.  The section of the uniform that ended at the wrist did have a small dark red section of material sewn in between a border of black material.  The dark red was similar in color only and not material to that of the undershirt the young man wore.  The black portion of the uniform continued on down to the legs of the uniform, where on his feet the young man was wearing a pair of comfortable black walking boots with a soft sole.

Over the left breast area of the young man's uniform, attached to the uniform material was a small gold medallion of sorts.  It resembled a chevron symbol almost.  Behind the gold looking chevron was a similar in size silver bar that seemed to wrap around and connect at the sides of the chevron.  The ornate symbol on his left breast however was certainly more than a simple fashion accessory.  Inlaid beneath the gold and silver surface where no one could see was the tiniest strands of wires and the tiniest of tiniest computer chips.  Truly this was used for something more than to decorate clothing.

The young man gazed proudly upon his own reflection in the mirror.  His reflection of course smiled back just as proud.  The young man was certainly pleased with how he looked in his new fresh,  new uniform.   He tugged on the tail of the outside of the uniform near the waist which was revealed to be a uniform top. Then he turned to the side and performed another tug on his uniform.  It was clear by the way he kept looking at himself in the mirror, that he thought quite highly of himself and just how good he looked in the uniform.  His new captain’s uniform.  Behind him in the mirror the young captain could see hanging on an opposite wall, a watercolor painting of an older gentleman.  The painting depicted the older gentleman as having thick silver hair,  a face that betrayed the man to be relatively skinny, and even having a long nose almost like a beak.  One other thing to be clear about.  This beak nosed man was also depicted in the painting wearing a similar outfit as the young man now wore.  He even had the same little gold dots along the right side of his collar.  However in the reflection of the mirror it would look as if they were instead on the left.  

“ Captain Wellington, you old fool!” The young man said to himself.   “If you'd only  listened to reason, you'd be here now.”  The young captain straightened his collar just a bit.  He took excellent pride in his appearance.  That's why he chose to comb his hair over and press all of his clothes.   Nothing could go wrong today.  Most importantly today of all days.  A beeping or chirping sound that similar to that of a bird echoed throughout the room.  The young captain reached up with his right hand to the small gold and silver chevron, and very lightly tapped it with two fingers.  “This is Commander Korrel, or rather I guess it’s Captain now.  Go ahead please.”  The room he was standing in was suddenly filled with the voice of a young woman.  The answer as to the decorative symbol’s true nature had been revealed; it was some kind of a communications device.

“Captain, we've arrived in the Noxus-Goran System sir and are now approaching New Romulus.”  “Understood Lieutenant, maintain the cloaking device and enter a standard orbit.  I'll be there shortly.”  Captain Korrel said.  “Aye sir.”  Captain Korrel one last tug on the tail end of his uniform top, colloquially known as the “Picard Maneuver” then turned to exit what was revealed to be a small room that was sparse of any furniture or d├ęcor save for the mirror and painting of the former captain.  The small room he'd been standing in this entire time was a small dressing room adjacent to a much larger room.  As he stopped in the center of what was a large and lavishly decorated room, Captain Korrel (Jason being his first name) stood there looking around at the residential quarters his former captain once occupied.  Residential quarters that were now his own.  Jason did in fact wish things could've turned out differently as he had nothing but the utmost respect and admiration for Captain Wellington, right up until the bitter end.  However, his duty to Starfleet, the safety and security of the Federation took precedent over any personal feelings he might’ve had regarding loyalty and his former captain.  The communicator on his left breast beeped again.  He tapped it lightly responding, “Yeah, I'm on my way. Korrel out!”  Jason took one final look around the room then turned sharply to his left and exited through a set of doors colored the same smoke-grey as the rest of the room.

New Romulus.  Five years ago or more after the destruction of both the Romulan and Reman homeworlds, what remained of the Romulan people, searched star system after star system for a new planet they could call home.  A new Romulan republic formed out of the ashes of that destruction comprised of the remaining Romulan senators, scientists, and philosophers.  Eventually they did find  a planet they believed could be sufficiently settled upon.  It was the fourth planet in a star system called Noxus-Goran system.  The planet had three moons with two suns in a nearby orbit.  The planet was a Class-M but still hostile somewhat to most forms of other humanoid life but then Romulans were used to surviving in extreme environments.  Hostile as in the planet had few sources of natural vegetation, and the soil would require extreme methods of getting things to grow.  There was an unfortunate downside to the tentative new homeworld however.  The planet was located in the Noxus-Goran system, which as fate would have it, was not far from the Klingon border or the Klingon Empire’s own homeworld for that matter.

The negotiations to settle the planet were painfully long, mostly so because the Chancellor of the Klingon High Council, Worf; wasn’t too keen on letting a group of Romulan refugees settle on a planet near Klingon territory.  At first he was convinced that they destroyed their own world through a freak accident and he accused their scientists of meddling with things they shouldn’t have been.  Then Chancellor Worf believed their petition for asylum on a planet so close to the Klingon homeworld was merely nothing more than a ruse so they could spy on the Klingon Empire.  The leaders of the new Romulan Republic assured Chancellor Worf this was not the case.  Nonetheless, Chancellor Worf still hadn’t forgiven the Romulans for the massacre at Khitomer outpost at which his father Mogh had been killed.

Eventually, after some prodding by his former captain,  Chancellor Worf agreed to the Romulan’s request for asylum.  Chancellor Worf did make the promise the system would be patrolled periodically by Klingon ships to ensure safety, security, and stability in the region.  Even though the Romulans were trusted allies of the Federation, Worf did not trust them himself, and he let the leaders of the new republic know his true feelings. The leaders of the New Romulan Republic not only agreed to the terms but also welcomed the patrols, as it would give them some comfort to know they were protected as they worked to rebuild their society.  They also expressed the sentiment that perhaps in time they could work to restore the shady and tarnished reputation the previous republic had earned throughout the quadrant.

U.S.S. Providence, registry NCC-19661987.  The Providence is an Akira class was designed like most typical Federation escort starships.  She was equipped with over three hundred Class-A quantum torpedoes,  two hundred standard class photon torpedoes, four forward and four aft phaser banks.  The Providence also had a gem. Something other Federation starships did not have.  And something only very few at Starfleet Intelligence knew about.  The Providence was equipped with a transphasic cloaking device.  The first ever of its kind created.  This would mark the third time a cloaking device had been installed aboard a Federation starship.  

The first occurrence was many years ago when an Admiral from Starfleet Intelligence had taken the U.S.S. Enterprise-D (before its destruction) to retrieve the remains of the U.S.S. Pegasus, an experimental starship which at the time had been testing a somewhat similar prototype of the cloaking device now being used aboard the Providence.  In that instance the Admiral’s subterfuge had been revealed by his former first officer Commander William Riker who now commands the U.S.S. Titan.  The second occurrence was when the U.S.S. Defiant under the command of Captain Benjamin Sisko, was given permission to use a cloaking device on the Defiant prior to the onset of the war between the Federation and the Dominion; an invading force from the Gamma Quadrant.  

When he was still just the first officer of the Providence, Commander Korrel was given the cloaking device by a member of Section 31 while the Providence was at Deep Space Nine for a layover as they were passing through on their way back to Earth Spacedock.  Jason was later instructed by a top admiral at Starfleet Intelligence to install the cloaking device in engineering and tell no one except for a very few.  These certain few were special agents purposely put in place by Section 31.  The Chief Engineer of the Providence was one of such individuals.
This would mark the third time a cloaking device would be installed and utilized aboard a Federation starship.  Only Jason (the first officer at the time) knew of the cloaking device’s true nature and how it differed from a standard cloaking device.  When it was given to him by the Section 31 agent at DS9, the agent briefed him on its full capabilities but at the same time warned him of the implications of what could and would happen if he was caught with it.  The agent also reminded the commander at the time that even though the cloaking device he'd been given had been thoroughly tested in secret, it was still just that: a fully functional prototype based primarily off the one used aboard the Pegasus with a few modifications.

Living on a starship and keeping secrets is not easy, especially from your commanding officer.  Jason Korrel soon found that out.  It wouldn't be long before Captain Wellington did indeed find out about the cloaking device, thanks to an abnormality in the ship’s power level one day even though the cloak was merely installed but not yet activated.  When the captain went to engineering himself to try and help solve the issues, against the protest of the Chief Engineer.  It wasn't long before the captain discovered the cloaking device installed inside a hidden wall conduit.  The Chief Engineer had hoped to solve the power drain issues before trying to use the cloak for the first time.

Captain had been furious beyond words at the engineer.  After a brief interrogation of the engineer by the captain’s Vulcan counselor, Captain Wellington learned Commander Korrel his own first officer was responsible.   The Captain immediately had both Jason and the engineer relieved of duty and thrown into the brig.  Fortunately for the duo, the tactical officer a female Ferengi showed up late one evening, and after disabling the security officers; she revealed herself to be a Section 31 agent.

After the Ferengi let them out, the two unconscious security officers were then locked inside the brig behind forcefields, their communication badges removed so they couldn't call for help.  Jason quickly rounded up what officers he could and without much struggle, took the main bridge by force.  Once he was in control Jason tried to explain to his captain and get him to see reason behind what he had been ordered to do.  He explained that Starfleet had finally decided to take a stand against the more, aggressive races in the Alpha Quadrant.

At the top of Starfleet’s agenda was the signing of a new type of treaty with the new Romulan government.  It was decided since the Remans didn’t join the Romulans on New Romulus, they were then on their own.  In protest, Captain Wellington reminded Commander Korrel of the treaty the Federation and more specifically Starfleet had signed, banning the use of cloaking devices unless agreed to by the Romulan government.  Jason pitted but a single question to his captain: “Are you with us or against us?”  Captain Wellington never a man to betray his principles or the oath he took as a cadet, instead had continued to protest against what he now considered to be outright mutiny by his first officer.  And so it was with regret that Commander Korrel had the captain seized and later taken to the airlock and placed inside.  Jason gave his captain one final time to change his mind but still the captain stubbornly refused to betray his own convictions.  With sorrow in his heart and deep regret, Jason had ordered the airlock decompressed.  He watched painfully as his captain struggled at first to breath as the huge door first began to rise.  The look of sheer terror on his captain’s face was enough to finally make Jason look away just as his captain was sucked out into the vast, and dark empty vacuum of space.

Afterwards when he realized now that the ship was his, there was no celebratory feelings of any kind in his heart.  Certainly, not after what he’d just done.  That still didn’t change matters.  He was now the ranking officer of the Providence.  He also had a decision to make.  He had to inform the rest of the crew of what was going on and inform them to either join him or as cruel as it would sound, they could share the captain’s fate.  Fortunately and to his great surprise, much of the crew was on board with Starfleet finally deciding to go after some of the other hostile races in the galaxy.  That was a big relief to Jason!  He needed the support of his crew and their help to operate the ship.

However, Jason and the few Section 31 agents onboard were the only ones who knew of Starfleet’s REAL motivation for signing a new treaty with the Romulans.  There was a hidden two fold agenda. The Romulans would agree to join the Federation if Starfleet would assist them in wiping out the Klingons, or at least coming darn close to it. The second part of the agenda which would come later, would be that Starfleet Intelligence would share the full technical details on the cloaking device that had been developed at Starfleet Intelligence.  Little did the Romulans know, regarding the Starfleet developed cloaking device; that was an agreement Section 31 would not allow to come to fruition.

On a public level, most everyone across both the Alpha and Beta Quadrants was fully aware of The New Romulan Republic’s petition to join the Federation.  But not everyone was fully aware that petition came with a price.  Only a select few at the highest levels at Starfleet Command and the Intelligence division.  It was a price those at Starfleet Command were willing to live with if it meant bringing permanent peace and stability to the galaxy.  There was a bright spot at the end of this dark tunnel.  If one could be seen as it were.  The Breen homeworld.

Starfleet Intelligence in recent months had gotten wind the Breen had developed an even more powerful version of the electromagnetic pulse beam they last used during the war with The Dominion.  As bad as the Romulans wanted the treaty with the federation, it was also true with the Federation.  Starfleet Intelligence believed with the development of this new (Emp) weapon that the Breen might be planning on going to war, and so they wanted to get their hands on the schematics for the new Breen weapon.  That is where the Providence equipped with her advanced cloaking device factored in.  The cloaking device being the very first of its kind, would allow the Providence to fire torpedoes but not phasers while cloaked.  In the past, previous cloaking devices; Federation developed or otherwise could not overcome that barrier.

The smoke-grey turbolift doors on the bridge opened swiftly, parting with a quiet hissing sound, allowing Captain Jason Korrel to step out onto a fairly medium-sized bridge area of the Providence.  In the ceiling above him was an oval neon white light that provided enough illumination for the entire bridge area and all workstations.  The carpet was a light grey that complimented the entire bridge theme which was smoke-grey.  To the Captain’s right after stepping out of the lift was a wall with three workstations set into a single alcove of their own.  The workstations had hi-tech looking computer touch screens with many multi-colored buttons and panels with random blinking and flickering lights.   The three individual stations were labeled security/tactical, communications/environmental controls, and science.  On the wall to his immediate left was a large, bronze dedication plaque with the name and registry of the Providence as well as the admirals who had been present on the day of her commissioning: U.S.S. Providence registry number NCC-19661987.  The dedication plaque showed that the Providence had been constructed in the Sol System but unlike most starships, the Providence had been constructed specifically at a shipyard orbiting Jupiter Station and commissioned on stardate 64157.53 in the year 2387.  That was just around the time both the Romulan and Reman homeworlds were destroyed by a supernova.

Just before a set of two officer stations was a set of two grey leather chairs.  One obviously being the captain’s chair and the other being for the first officer.  Further ahead of the command chairs, was a set of control stations where two officers were seated.  Then ahead of them was a large floor to ceiling viewscreen which at the moment was showing a glowing starfield, filled with possibly billions or even trillions or more of twinkling stars.  There was a specific reason Jason knew Section 31 chose him to carry out this assignment with the Romulans.  They had found out about his Romulan heritage.  When questioned months ago, he couldn't lie.  His mother (A Starfleet Commander at Starfleet Medical) did in fact have an affair with a Romulan senator years ago.  So Jason was torn between two worlds.  Loyalty to his fellow Romulans while still being duty bound to the oath he took as a Starfleet Officer.  He'd already been warned by his Section 31 contact on DS9 however, that if this entire situation went sour, Starfleet Command would not acknowledge his actions nor those of his crew if they indeed followed his command.  The agent made Jason to understand that he and his crew would be hunted down if things went bad.

Jason remained standing by the turbolift doors for a moment or two longer, surveying the bridge.  At the first control station up near the viewscreen, sitting in the chair was a young male Ferengi, but not the same Ferengi who had helped him escape the brig before.  This officer was wearing a similar smoke-grey and black uniform as the captain except the collar of this officer’s uniform was mustard yellow instead of velvet red.  On the collar of the  officer’s uniform was also the same small gold dots Jason had on his, otherwise known as “Pips.”
Instead of four like Jason had indicating his rank of Captain, this officer had two golden pips, a third merely outlined in gold. Two of the pips were solid gold and then the center of the third; the one outlined in gold, was was filled in with a black dot.  This indicated he held the rank of Lieutenant Commander.  And to the right, sitting in the other chair behind the other station was a light blue skinned Bolian female, very skinny looking.  According to the golden pips on her collar, she held the rank of Ensign currently.  The collar of her uniform was also mustard color.  Both officers for the moment had their attention focused primarily on the status indicators and other various information being relayed to their consoles.  The Ferengi himself was sitting at what is commonly known as the “Operations”  station aboard a starship.  The operations station normally is responsible for controlling various ship functions such as the ship’s sensors, various other internal systems, and most of the times communications .  The Bolian female was sitting at what is normally referred to as the “Helm” or “Conn” station.  The helm station is the main station responsible for all starship navigation, and other such functions as ship stabilization whether the ship is moving or stationary.

The sound of slight hissing made him look away from the viewscreen.  A young slim Bajoran woman exited another turbolift on the opposite side of the bridge.  She had dirty blond hair tied back in a ponytail.  Her face with small brown eyes was slim and she had a chiseled jaw that seemed to fit her just right.  She was wearing the same uniform, her color showed her to have the rank of Lieutenant Commander and the color of her collar was mustard also.  When the Bajoran noticed the new “Captain” standing there observing things, she apologized for leaving her station unattended.  In a fit of nervousness she began playing with an ornately decorated ear ring that was attached to her ear.  Jason assured her since they were at a standard orbit it was fine but next time make sure someone can take over for her if she needs a break.  The officer nodded and Jason made his way to the command chair.  The Bajoran immediately stepped up to the tactical station in one of the three alcoves along the back wall and resumed her duties.  As he sat down in the captain’s chair Jadon thought about the tactical officer’s ear jewelry.  He had seen a lot of Bajorans in Starfleet wearing them but other than knowing it had something to do with the family, he didn't know anything more about the practice of wearing it.  In the few years since he’d left the colony on Venus to join Starfleet, Jason still had never visited Bajor.  The closest he'd come to Bajor was when he went to DS9 months ago to meet his Section 31 contact.  He was within range of Bajor, he just didn’t have the time.

Jason looked behind him briefly to the Bajoran officer.  “Any word from the Romulans since we arrived?”  The Bajoran turned from her station and stepped over to the backing behind the command area.  “Negative sir.  I doubt they’re aware we’re even in orbit.”  The Ferengi officer sitting at the operations console near the viewscreen turned briefly looking at Captain Korrel and the Bajoran tactical officer and spoke.  “If I may remind you Captain,  our cloaking device IS still active for the moment.”  The Ferengi quickly swiveled back around in his chair and resumed the monitoring of his console.   Jason shook his head at the thought.   He wasn't used to traveling on a ship that used a cloak regularly.  “Deactivate the cloaking device of course, and go to yellow alert.”

The Bajoran officer now back at her station activated the ship’s security status, changing it from normal to yellow.  Meanwhile the Ferengi sitting at the operations post acknowledged the cloaking device had been deactivated.  “Incoming communications from the planet, or rather New Romulus!” Reported the Bajoran.  Jason stood and stepped closer to the viewscreen.  “I would imagine so Lieutenant Ephedrine.  I'm sure they had all kinds of planetary sensors go off when we appeared out of thin air.  Anyhow, put them on the screen.”  Jason ordered.  He was speaking to the Bajoran officer.

A second later, a bone thin and grey haired looking man, with similar ears in nature to Jason’s own appeared onscreen.  When the older man seen that Jason slightly resembled him somewhat because of the skin tone and ears, he looked immediately irritated and seemed  verbally upset when he spoke.  “How dare your Federation send a Vulcan of all abominable creatures to negotiate with us?!”  Jason knew the Vulcan and Romulan races shared a common ancestry but he was eager to prove he was no Vulcan.  He stepped closer to the screen.  “I ask you sir, look closer at my appearance; specifically my eyes and even my ear structure.  I assure you sir, that I am no Vulcan.  I do however have a single Vulcan on board but she serves as my counselor and chief of interrogation.”

The old Romulan then did as Jason suggested.  He took his time and carefully let his eyes wander over every inch of Captain Korrel’s slim, muscular form.  The elder Romulan didn’t want to leave anything to chance.  Being a ruler of his people’s new Republic, the duty fell upon him to protect his people.  It only took a short bit to fully examine visually the young captain standing before him on the viewscreen.  The Elder Romulan was shocked to indeed find a Vulcan with pale blue eyes, a very lightly tanned face, dark black hair combed over to the side and parted.  Not to mention this young chap had short ears with the lobes of the ears resembling more closely those of a human than that of a Vulcan or a Romulan; with the exception of course the upper portion of the young captain’s ears coming to a very fine and sharp point.  It could possibly only mean one thing: this Starfleet Captain was most likely not Vulcan, or if he were then he was some kind of hybrid or half-breed as the term was.  He could also very well be half-Romulan, but if the young man were, then where was the semi-pronounced brow ridge that was typical of both the Romulan and Vulcan races? Instead, this young man had a smoothed brow just like a human.  For if the captain were even part Vulcan, then normal genetic traits dictated he would not have blue eyes.  Typical Vulcan hybrids were not known to be capable of inheriting colored eyes from a human parent.  The answer was obvious: this young boy-like captain could only be half-Romulan.

After more than ten minutes went by Captain Korrel began to pace about the bridge, while the Elder Romulan continued to study him and seemingly judge him.  Finally Jason decided enough time had passed and he returned to the viewscreen area.  “I take it Praetor I meet your satisfaction?” Jason asked.  The Elder Romulan nodded.  “You are most certainly not a Vulcan it would seem.”  The Elder made note of the captain’s blue eyes specifically.  “Then again, you are not entirely human either.  What exactly are you?” Jason gave a little nod in agreement, a little smile in a devilish manner but at the same time remembering to remain respectful.   He knew Starfleet needed the treaty signed as did the new Romulan government.

“You’re correct sir on that front. As I said before, I'm not Vulcan, but yes I'm not human either.  My mother had an affair with a Romulan senator while she was stationed at Starfleet Medical.  I won't go into the details at this time but you get the gist of how I came to be I believe.”  The Elder nodded.  “Yes I believe I do Captain.  And I believe I know now why your Federation’s Starfleet sent you instead of any other Captain.”  Jason clapped his hands with excitement and whistled, surprising the elder.  “Then let's get down to business shall we?”  The Elder glared at him.   “Not so fast my young Captain.  I know nothing about you, not even your name.”  Jason apologized for his misstep.  “I'm Captain Jason Korrel.  And you would be?”  The elder introduced himself as Praetor Tokyo, of the Ministry of Defense.  Praetor Tokyo among other things, he was also in charge of overseeing all planetary defense and charged with rebuilding the republic’s fleet as quickly as possible.  “I'll be damned if we're going to leave ourselves at the mercy of the Klingons!” Praetor Tokyo said sternly.  Jason nodded and waved a finger behind him at Lieutenant Ephedrine.  “We're sending you a copy of the signed treaty now Praetor.  If you'd be so good as to read through it and sign it yourself and then transmit your signed copy to us we can be on our way.”

Captain Korrel’s pushy nature about signing the treaty suddenly, and only within making first contact only twenty minutes or so ago made Praetor Tokyo feel uneasy.  Why was this Captain in such a rush to sign the treaty and then leave?  Was there something the Captain wasn’t telling him?  Had this captain and his crew done something illegal and now they were on the run?  Or was this treaty really even sanctioned to begin with by those at Starfleet Command?  Perhaps the Federation was only pretending to accept the Romulan’s petition while secretly planning an invasion of New Romulus, and this captain was just the first warrior to arrive; a prelude to the vanguard of many.  With this captain being half-Romulan,  perhaps they thought the Romulans would be more open to talk, and therefore easier to invade later.  These were all thoughts running through Praetor Tokyo’s mind just after receiving his copy of the treaty signed by Captain Korrel; being that Captain Korrel was in fact Starfleet’s designated representative in the matter at hand.

“My many thanks Praetor but soon as we receive the signed treaty from you then we must depart.  We are urgently needed on a mission of great importance in another sector.”  “Ah! I see now Captain, and Starfleet doesn't consider this matter of great importance to enjoy our hospitality, while I have some of the other members of our Republic leadership look over this treaty more carefully? It’s not that we don't trust Starfleet to have a hidden agenda or to have a hidden loophole somewhere in these documents…”  The Praetor paused for a moment,  smiled then continued.  “Well, that's just it Captain, WE DON'T trust you.  Then again thanks to the days of the Tal Shiar, we don't really trust anyone, not even our own people at times.   But perhaps in time and through future generations that's something we can change.  Now what about my earlier invitation?”  Jason started to repeat his earlier statement, that the Providence only came to get the treaty signed and leave, but the Praetor held his hand up and interjected his own comments.  “Let me put it another way then Captain.  If YOU DON'T accept our invitation, the treaty will NOT be signed and you'll be sent on your merry little way! Then I’ll contact the closest Klingon Defense Force station and tell them there's a rogue Federation starship going through the nearby systems, attacking colony after colony.”

Jason became warm all over his face and neck; the level of blackmail Praetor Tokyo was willing to stoop to in order to get them down to the planet was appalling.  It absolutely infuriated the young commander-turned-captain.  Why was this Romulan  Praetor so eager to get Jason and a few officers to beam down to the planet?  What was the motivation behind it?  All this just so the old man would sign a treaty?  No, there had to be something more to it Jason thought.  However he knew once he and a few unarmed officers beamed down anything could happen.  They would literally be at the mercy of the Romulans on the planet.  If Jason did agree to the elder Praetor’s terms, then he and the crew would have to setup some kind of contingency plan to get them off the planet if things turned ugly.

“Very well Praetor, I agree to your terms.”  Praetor Tokyo squealed and grinned with visible delight on the viewscreen.  “I’ll gather up a few officers and we’ll beam down within the hour.”  “Wonderful! I’ll send you the coordinates shortly and we'll begin making preparations to receive you immediately!”  The Praetor disappeared from the viewscreen and was replaced by an image of a glowing starfield in the background with a large sandy-yellowish looking planet that looked as if it hardly had any water or vegetation.

Lieutenant Ephedrine stepped away from her station and over to the railing that separated the rear stations from the command area and the front area of the bridge.  “Captain with all due respect, you can’t go down there! They’re Romulans, just like the Cardassians, they can't be trusted!”  Jason took in a breath and let out a heavy sigh.  “I know Lieutenant, but what can I do?  He’s got us between a rock and a hard place.  The last thing we need is half a dozen Klingon battle cruisers blowing us from here to Risa, all in the name of honor and the glory of battle!”  Jason let outa small little giggly laugh.  “I’ll also forget that comment you made about not being able to trust Romulans either.”  He pinched the tip of one of his ears and gave it a little tug.  Lieutenant Ephedrine immediately apologized.  Jason instead waved a hand at her, saying he was only ribbing her.  He looked back at the viewscreen briefly then back at Lieutenant Ephedrine who had already went back to her station.  

“Lieutenant Ephedrine assemble the senior staff, briefing in ten minutes.  We’ll decide in a few how to proceed with this.”

I hope you enjoyed this initial installment concerning a fresh, young crew and a newly built starship.  I also hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  You can reach me as always through multiple forms with general comments and/or feedback on anything you've read that I have written, on Twitter: @Kronoso1979, or on Facebook under Edward Alex Lively; my author name.

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Majel Barrett-Roddenberry (February 23rd, 1932-December 18th, 2008)

About Star Trek Providence

What follows is a short story I wrote awhile back and then later expanded upon it.  This is just a piece of fan-fiction that I wrote.  It is about a young half-human, half-romulan Starfleet commander who is in his early twenties.  He is full of life and even more so, his head is filled with a great abundance and deep sense of duty, honor, and pride.  He has pride for the uniform that he wears, the ship he serves on, and his deep sense of duty and loyalty is not to just his ship and crew but also Starfleet and the Federation.

This young captain, a young fellow by the name of Jason Korrel is working not just to fulfill his duty bound obligations to Starfleet and the Federation as a whole, but he's also working towards what he believes in his mind to be the greater good.  At least the secretive agency at Starfleet Intelligence known as Section 31 has convinced him of that fact.  Section 31 is a highly secretive, covert agency.  It's sort of like an intelligence agency within Starfleet's own Intelligence division.  Only a select few at Starfleet Command and the Intelligence division itself are even truly aware of the existence of Section 31.

I haven't at this time decided whether or not this will be a single installment or if I will continue it later on, as of the time I wrote this, I am still working on my own original work.   I simply do not have the adequate time to devote the full development of something that I will not ever be able to have or hold any rights to anyhow.  Writing fan-fiction is something I just do for kicks ever so often.

Please keep in mind however, that Star Trek and all related items to it are registered, copyrighted works and fully trademarked by Paramount Pictures, Viacom/and or CBS broadcasting in any and all its forms.  This fan-fiction piece is purely for entertainment purposes only and not for profit, no matter how original an idea and the characters themselves I created may be.

Of course credit for Star Trek's creation, ultimately goes to the late Gene Roddenberry and late his wife, Majel Barrett-Roddenberry.

Gene Roddenberry (August 19th, 1921-October 24th, 1991)
Majel Barrett-Roddenberry (February 23rd, 1932-December 18th, 2008)