Re: My Storywriting
Chapter 1
WHO WE HAVE BECOME NOW
WHO WE HAVE BECOME NOW
(Captain’s Quarters)
(U.S.S. Olympus)
(Deck 3)
(Stardate: 86921.11)
Slowly stirring in his sleep, after working a 16 hour shift, the studying and analysing of Borg technology always made Michael quiver, terrified even with fear, pain and anguish that comes from a Borg drone injecting it’s assimilation tubules into the victims neck. Ever since his close encounter with the Borg on a planet he visited.
He found it hard to properly sleep, even the medication that Doctor Wilcox had given had helped in the beginning, but after a while of stop taking them, Michael would always found himself lying in bed with his head facing the ceiling.
“If I keep this up, I may start counting Borg sheep and I doubt that would help me sleep”, Michael thought to himself.
Slowing sitting up in his bed, he turns to look out the window nearest to him, he slowly starts to get out of bed to walk over the food replicator in the next room. But he stops near the doorway to the living area and to his right is a set of draws that are near the doorway.
He looks over to his photo of him and his partner. He slowly grabs the photo and places it in his hands, he softly brushes the side of the frame with his right hand while holding the frame with his left hand, the sensation of titanium with sapphire jewels embedded into the framing felt cold and he quickly puts the frame down and resumes to walk over to the food replicator.
Just as his was about to order something to drink, which he wasn’t sure of what he was wanting, just something to ease him to sleep, the door chimed.
He quickly walked back to his room to grab his robe and quickly wraps it around him.
“Come in”, he responses, the doors open sideways with bright lights shining at him obscuring the figure appears. “Michael” the tall figure says, Michael rubbing his eyes whilst still covering his eyes at the same time, replying in response to the tall figure.
“Braydon? Is that you?” Michael’s eyes start to sting from the rubbing. “Computer? Lights low level, please?” Says Michael.
The room slowly brightens up, and the tall figure was Sammy Jays.
“Oh sweetie, you still have a hard time sleeping?” Asks Sammy.
Michael sadden that it wasn’t Braydon.
“Oh, hey Sammy, yeah I am still.” says Michael
Michael slowly walks over to Sammy and gives her a hug to welcome her.
Sammy has been close friend to Michael for a long time. They meet at Starfleet Academy together, Sammy and Michael both shared the same classes for tactical training and hand to hand combat. Sammy was well known for her quick and agile moves on the combat arena. And a majority of the class mate refuse to compete against her. Sammy was a Lieutenant Commander on U.S.S. Olympus, serving as the ship’s security chief and tactical officer.
Michael and Sammy both work on the same shift, but as of lately Michael has been preoccupied with other matters. Sammy was five foot nine, with shoulder length blonde hair and Black eyes, some people would think that that she isn’t as strong as she looks. But once you bring her a challenge, she wouldn’t back down without a fight. Sammy welcomes the cuddle from him.
They cuddle for a few seconds, Michael slowly pulls away and walks over to the couch to his left. Sammy slowly follows Michael and walks over to the replicator.
“Two coffees, White with two Sugars.” says Sammy
Sammy slowly turns around and looks at Michael.
She knows that Michael is thinking about Braydon. She didn’t have to look at him to know what he was thinking. Being a Betazoid has it perks, but a pain when you feel the emotions of every person that serves and lives on the ship.
It can be quite taxing, thankfully before leaving betazed, Betazoids are giving intense training in learning to blocking out people feels and thoughts. But Sammy was born on earth with both of her parent being Betazoids themselves.it was a challenge for Sammy to block out things with people who throw out their thoughts constantly, lucky for both herself and Michael, they had made an agreement in the past, whenever he looks concerned where there are problems going through his mind, he wanted her to be able to approach him and talk to him,
“Did you call me Braydon when I come in?” Asks Sammy
Michael quickly looks up at her, with her quizzical look he knows that the jig was up. Rubbing his hands together, he wasn’t sure how to respond to her.
Sammy turns back to the replicator just as it finishes materializing the two cups of coffee. She grabs the handles of the cups and slowly pivots on one foot and slowly rotates her body into doing a one eighty. She immediately hands Michael’s his cup, and he slowly grabs the base of the cup and waits for Sammy to let go of the cup. She slowly sits down on the couch next to Michael, she removes her fingers from the handle of Michael’s cup. Michael in turn places his fingers in the handles and turns the handle to the right side of him.
Michael slowly brings the cups towards his lips and drinks the coffee. The taste of the coffee with the soft hint of sugar mixed with it, he softly moans, Sammy turns to Michael and smiles.
”So? I’m guessing that I was right?” Said Sammy.
Michael turns to her with a frown on his face.
”You do know that, I hate that you can read me like that? Especially since you are a Betazoid”, replies Michael with a frown and his head tilting to the left.
“You do realise that it’s hard to block out people’s feelings and thoughts. But you and I have talked about this before? And you agreed if you were ever non-talkative and mopey as such that I can read you”, replies Sammy.
“Non-talkative yes, Mopey no. And I am never mopey” replies Michael.
Sammy turns her head to look at Michael, she leans her head forward and looks at him. Michael turns his head and sees the look on her face.
“God, she knows that I hate that look, it reminds me the Academy’s diplomacy professor.” Sammy’s jaw dropped.
“How do I look like Professor Franks?” Says Sammy in a low growl voice that she does.
Slowly Michael smiles.
Michael responses back, “that teaches you for reading my thoughts.”
Sammy slowly smiles and quickly laughs. Sammy takes a big gulp of her coffee. She slowly places the cup down in front of her on the coffee table. Just as she finishes placing her cup down, she turns to Michael and give him the look of “should I ask you again?”
Michael saw the look she gave and he knows what that meant. With a quick sigh as he places his cup of coffee down.
”Alright. Yes I did, could you blame me” responds Michael.
Sammy knew from that answer, he was sad to see someone important to him is gone from his life.
“Oh honey, I feel your pain and when I mean feel I mean literally, which by the way, Yeouch…” says Sammy.
Michael looked up and faced Sammy, he softly smiled for a moment and resumed to frown again. Just as Michael gets up from the couch and grabs the cups of coffee that they both had.
“Captain Markus? Lieutenant Commander Jays? Please report to the bridge,” says a female voice over the intercom.
That sudden announcement of Captain Markus, just reminded him of Braydon, but he knew that it was meant for him, Michael looks at Sammy, and they both looked puzzled by why they are being called to the bridge so early in the morning.
“Jays to Bridge, what seems to be the problem?” Replies Sammy.
A male voice response back, “we have just received a report from the 12th fleet. They have engaged a Borg Sphere in the Proxima System.”
Michael face slowly turned towards Sammy, she knew what that meant.
“I’m on my way” replies Sammy.
Michael quickly ran over to his wardrobe to grab his uniform. He quickly got changed, slipping out of his sleeping clothes into his long black pants, his dark blue top and black vest with silver buttons. He quickly grabbed his boots and slipped into them, and walked past his set of draws with the photo frame on it.
(I will find you Braydon. And I will make them pay for they did to you. I swear.)
Sammy looked over to Michael to see him staring at the photo of Braydon and Him on their anniversary. She knows the pain and the ordeal that Michael has gone through in losing Braydon to the Borg, even though it wasn’t confirmed that the reason for his MIA was Borg related, Michael turned towards the door and walked out of his bedroom into his living room.
Sammy nodded without saying a word at Michael. Michael knew she was asking if he was alright to do this. He nodded back at her, and grinned with such determination. He proceeded out the door of his quarters and Sammy walking quickly behind him.
Michael tapped his commbadge, “what’s the situation with the 12th fleet?” Says Michael with a stern voice.
A female voice sounds out, “the 12th fleet has over 60 ships, 7 have been disabled already and 5 have been destroyed in the last 5 minutes. The fleet is requesting all and immediate assistance.”
Quickly in Michael’s mind he was formulating a plan, but he needs all the information to do what he knows.
“What’s the status of the Borg Sphere?” Says Michael as he walks around the corner with Sammy in close pursuit.
Another female response to his question, “the Borg sphere has moderate damage to its upper right quadrant of the sphere. Minor power fluctuations are emanating from that location as well.”
Michael arrives at the doors of the turbolift, he taps the panel on the left of the turbolift doors waiting the doors to open.
Sammy comes flying around the corner, nearly bumping into Michael at the same time. “Acknowledge the fleet’s request for aid and set a course to the Proxima system maximum warp” response Michael.
“Understood sir, setting course to Proxima system now, ETA 10 minutes” replying to his orders.
Michael Markus, acting captain of the U.S.S. Olympus, Michael was placed into command of the Olympus 3 months ago after a terrible away mission on a planet’s surface went horribly wrong.
The immediate thought of giving orders to order a ship into battle wasn’t a second nature thing to him. He wasn’t officially promoted as of yet by Starfleet. But since there wasn’t a captain available to take command, Starfleet have noted into Michael’s service record that he is acting captain until an arrangement was made.
The doors to the turbolift opened up, he proceeded into the turbolift with Sammy right behind him. “Bridge” says Sammy, ordering the computer to send the turbolift to the command deck of the ship. Michael starting to stare off into space, he was studying to take command of a ship before any of the previous events happened. But he never thought he would have to take command so quickly.
(Minor power fluctuations could be our chance to do some real damage).
Sammy spoke to Michael about the situation with the Sphere, but he didn’t acknowledge what she said. Sammy looked at him and she frowned at him.
“So when are you planning on beaming into the Borg Sphere to go on a mad lover’s revenge” says Sammy.
Michael quickly looked at her and was gob smacked by what she said.
“What did you say?” replies Michael.
She turns away with her arms folded.
“So you heard that and not what I just said a moment ago” says Sammy.
Michael knows he was distracted with his quick thinking. But he wasn’t expecting Sammy to say that, especially since it was something that he had thought about a while ago. But instead of dismissing it what she had said, he decided to make a joke out of it.
“Why? Do you want to tag along through the Borg’s gates of hell, grinning with a big smile across his face when he says it?” says Michael
Sammy turns to look at him. Cracking a half smile with a small wink, “only if I pack the food and phasers in the basket?”
As she says it, she places out her hand wanting to shake on it.
Michael turns and grabs her hand and shakes.
“It does a done deal, just be sure that the phasers are fully charged!” Says Michael.
The turbolift doors open, Michael begins walking out on to the bridge towards to his chair in the centre of the room. Sammy walks over to her station at tactical. Tapping on the tactical console, she checks the torpedo compliment and phaser level, she felt help knowing that the ship was ready and armed to the teeth.
Now she quickly checks the shield strength, she was always nervous about the shields strength she swears that this ship’s shield never liked her when she first took the role of tactical officer on the bridge, but she was safe they seem to be running smoothly for the moment.
“Sir, Phaser and Torpedoes are ready. Shields are fully charged”, reports Sammy.
“Good, be ready on my mark and select your targets accordingly, understood Lieutenant Commander?” Says Michael.
“Understood sir”, replies Sammy.
“Helm, how long until we enter the Proxima system?” he slowly stands and walks over to the helm station whilst asking the ensign that is station there.
The ensign turns his head a little, “ETA 2 minutes sir”, replies the ensign.
Michael hasn’t fully accustomed himself to remembering their names as of yet. He was terrible in recalling people’s name, he thought he was always cursed when it came to name remembering.
“Good, as soon as we are in close range of the fleet, I want an update of the fleet status the moment we drop out of warp ensign”, says Michael.
“Understood sir” replies the ensign.
“Bridge to Engineering, I need the remodulation sub routines up and running the moment that we drop out of warp” says Michael.
A male voice responds to Michael’s request, “Sir, you do realise that we haven’t fully tested out those sub routines yet” says Lieutenant Kimz.
Lieutenant Will Kimz finished the Academy at the same time as Michael and Sammy. He is a quiz kid in making things work, well most of the time.
Michael was excited to have Lieutenant Kimz on board, it made me feel less older knowing that a joined trill with more life times, then Michael has would make him feel more at home.
“And I am a bit suspicious about these algorithms for these sub routines as well. Are you sure we can’t run a quick simulation before activating it” says Will with a concerned tone to his voice.
“No can do Will, we are about to enter into battle and we need those sub routine very shortly” replies Michael.
“Understood sir, Kimz out” says Will.
Kimz voices didn’t sound pleased with that outcome, but he knew that we needed every advantage we got.
Michael quickly looked at Sammy, he quickly thought out loud to Sammy, just so she and he could know.
(I hope I am doing the right thing Sammy, not just for my sake. For everyone’s as well.)
And in that moment Sammy nodded.
(You know you are doing what you feel is right for the ship. We are all behind you, one hundred per cent.)
With that as a comfort, Michael turns his head back to the viewscreen. He leans back into his chair.
“Sir, I have a status update of the fleet. The flagship of the fleet, the U.S.S. Hermes is crippled sir.
Fifty per cent of the fleet are able to fight, but they are running low on torpedoes” says the ensign.
Michael knows that this may be a tough fight, but he knows that tough fights aren’t meant to be won so easily.
“Ensign, inform the fleet that I am taking command. Also, I want any ship that is the closest to the damage section of the sphere to concentrate their fire into that section.
We need them to put everything that can into that section of the ship, the rest of the fleet is to provide cover fire and distraction.”
Michael orders comms officer to send out that message,
Michael turns towards Sammy, “Lieutenant Commander, commence firing on the sphere as soon as we are in range.”
“Bridge to Engineering, I hope you are ready, we are about to test out that sub routine shortly.” says Michael
“All hands, battle stations.” sternly says Michael
The alert status changes from condition green to red alert.
