Space. The final frontier.

You come from another place. Perhaps another time. Wherever, whenever that may be, you were in the midst of disaster. Battered, bleeding, breeched, all was looking grim for you. Then, suddenly, in flash of light, you found yourself here.

Here is a space with unknown stars. All about you is littered the detritus of dead starships from many cultures and many times. At the center of it all is what appears to be an alien starbase. Lights from within show power is still functioning, though at this moment you have no idea if its able to support life, or at least life as you know it.



Describe your arrival. What was happening before you came to this place? How are you reacting to your new situation? Do you see any of the other still-functioning ships, or are you separated by the array or the ship graveyard?

Vyshan was in his ornate captain's chair being pulled by his sleeve and hearing his name called by two female voices. He opened his eyes to see little Myria pulling at his sleeve, tears in her eyes but happy to see he was awake.

"What are doing on the bridge, my little emerald?", he said, sitting up in his chair and scooping her up in a reassuring hug. "Why are you not with Adira and the others?" The little Orion girl - no more than eight years old - returned his hug and kept her head to his shoulder.

"Ilendi? Status...Did we destroy Boraq's Interceptors?"

"Finally - you're awake", the ship's A.I. responded. "I was in the process of returning fire when we were placed...Somewhere else."

Vyshan made a face as he rubbed Myria's back in a reassuring manner. "What does that mean?"

"It means, my beloved Master, we are no longer in the area of space where Boraq ambushed us."

"Turn on the main viewer, Ilendi."

Ilendi complied and Vyshan saw a vast debris field. He placed Myria in his chair and looked at the field.

"What am i looking at?"

"We have been brought to a large field of abandoned and derelict vessels - some vessels i recognize but many i do not."

Vyshan stood quiet in thought for a few moments until a beeping noise grabbed his attention - his comm in his chair's right shoulder rest - he pressed the button.

"This is Adira - Vyshan, is Myria with you?" The leader of the Iodubyaln said.

"She is - she must've snuck away from you during the firefight."

"Thank the Goddess she is alright."

"How is everyone else?"

"We are fine but we have several injuries - those that can move are heading to the Medical Bay."

"Very well - i leave you in charge of helping the crew get their bearings - Vyshan out."

He looked at the viewscreen once more. "How did we get here?"

"Unknown - my systems were overwhelmed as i was readying disruptors for firing. I only came back online a few minutes ago."

"Begin scanning for power sources...I want to know who brought us to a ship's graveyard."

"Yes, Master", Ilendi responded and began her scans.
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”Report!” Captain Hawthorn barked out as the ship rocked once again from the impact of the graviton wave against what shields remained. Things were looking grim for the little ship, as it was currently being pulled towards a black hole. The next thing heard over the shipwide was ”All hands, brace for impact!” Before another wave slammed into the Hippocrates, depleting what remained of the shields.

Down in sickbay, Lieutenant Sati Megen was as busy as she'd ever been trying to patch up the various members of the crew that she could triage as needing minor healing only. Injecting another crew member with the hypo in her hand, she nodded and sent them on their way with a reminder for them to rest and recover. She knew they wouldn't do that though, not until they were out of this crisis they were currently facing.

Once done with the current batch of patients, Sati leaned against the bulkhead for a second to try and catch her breath. She prayed to the Prophets that her little ship and crew would be spared. Things weren't looking too good at the moment, if she were right anyway. She hadn't heard what the status was for a bit what with trying to deal with the wave of patients the rocking and impacts had brought her. ”Sati to bridge, Captain what's our status? Are there any injured up there?” Killing two birds with one stone, Sati hailed the bridge through her comm badge.

”We're still being pulled in Lieutenant. Roberts has a broken arm and Pagh'tak is unconscious at the moment. Though at this rate, curing them would be counter productive as we still haven't found a way to break free from this black hole yet. Hawthorn out.”

”Understood Captain, I'm on my way. I can't leave them in pain and suffering, even if this ship isn't going to last much longer. It'd be against my oath as a doctor. Sati out.” Tapping her badge again to close the channel, Sati grabbed her medkit and made her way out of sickbay, heading for the turbolift that would take her to the bridge.

Then it happened, Sati's life got even stranger than that of a Starfleet officer already. As the turbolift doors opened and the viewscreen came into sight, the view it was showing went from the event horizon of the black hole, to the view of a starship graveyard? That's what it looked like anyway. "Wh..what just happened? Did we go to warp?"

"No Lieutenant we did not. Conn give me our current location. Ops, scan the graveyard for any non derelict ships. Tactical, raise shields and stand down to yellow alert. Doctor, either do your job or get off my bridge, but quit standing there gawking at the screen."

The rebuke got Sati into action again and she went to the downed Ensign, scanning them with her tricorder. Klingon anatomy was still fascinating to her. What with all the backups that their system had. Giving them a hypo that would gently bring them back to consciousness, Sati moved on to the other patient that was on the bridge. After scanning Roberts arm, she was able to set the bone back into place and let Roberts get back to her station. Taking another look at the viewscreen, Sati decided to let the Captain and XO figure it out and head back down to her domain, Sickbay.

The Klingon Temporal Defense Force ship rocked once again within the maw of the massive interstellar lifeform that had swallowed it. Strange energies pulsed through the poH Tlhapragh's sytems; consoles exploded, crew were hurled across decks, and three hull breaches simultaneously appeared, the plating seeming to phase out of existance.

Orders were being shouted, but nothing was being heard; the strange stellar-chronal beast the Klingons had named ghogh Hol, or 'demon star whale," seemed to be generating an internal white noise that precluded sound even as it devastated the ship.



N'ShopeQ, commanding officer of the poH Tlhapragh looked around his bridge with frustrated rage. His crew all knew their jobs and were performing them admirably, but with his orders going unheard, he was reduced to dashing from station to station and trying to use hand signals to get his point across. Currently he was instructing his tactical officer to launch a full spread of high-yield torpedoes into the gullet of the beast. At this close a range N'ShopeQ knew it might further damage or even destroy his ship, but at this point he had no other option.

The missles were fired.

A blinding light enveloped the ship.

Time passed.

N'ShopeQ blinked hard, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his gauntleted hands, trying to clear his vision.

"Status!" he barked, surprised to hear the sound of his own voice.

"We are alive, Captain," replied Gogtha from the helm. Her hair was disheveled, blood from a cut running from her forehead crest down one side of her face.

"And the ghogh Hol?"

"It's...gone!"

A weak but enthusiastic cheer went up from the bridge crew.

"Captain," voiced Torak, a bekk who had stepped up to cover a firing station when the duty office had been electrocuted in one of the explosions, "The viewscreen. Where... where are we?"

N'ShopeQ's attention moved from the smoke-filled remains of his bridge to the miraculously unshattered viewscreen at the front. To the right he saw a massive, starbase-like structure. In the distance he saw wreckage hanging dead in space. Perhaps most interestingly, however, he spotted a Starfleet ship, seemingly intact.

Pointed to the viewscreen, N'ShopeQ ordered: "Open a hailing frequency. I want to speak to that Federation vessel. Now."

Things on the Hippocrates were slowly improving. The engineering teams were trying to repair the ship as fast as they could and the medical teams were doing the same with the crew members. Doctor Sati Megen was once again on the bridge, making sure everyone that had been injured on the bridge had been healed, when the hail from the unknown ship came in.

"Captain we are receiving a hail from a Klingon vessel. Sensors indicate it is in the ship graveyard, or on the other side of it. They're not completely repaired so I can't give an exact location."

"Understood Ensign Royez, contact engineering about the sensors and put the hail on screen." Captain Hawthorn waited for his order to be carried out before the viewscreen filled with the image of a Klingon bridge and it's crew. "This is Captain Hawthorn of the USS Hippocrates, how may we assist you, Commander?"

Staying quiet, Sati stayed where she was and watched the interaction between the Captain and the Klingon commander. She wasn't sure what was going on so she was hoping the commander might know something about this situation that they were in at the moment.

"I am Captain N'ShopeQ," returned the man, purposefully neglecting to mention the "Temporal Defense Force" part. "Our ship has been damaged after a fierce and prolonged battle with... some sort of space-dwelling creature." Again, he deliberately eliminated details of the ghogh Hol. It was none of the Federation's business what the KDTF got up to within the borders of the glorious Empire. "We have now found ourselves transported here, just as we were on the verge of a glorious victory. Was this your doing?"
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Vyshan entered the Medical Bay with little Myria in tow. The little girl held Vyshan's hand tightly as they came into the bay with several of his crew in diagnostic beds while others were seated in chairs with minor injuries.

Adira came to Vyshan then, holding a med kit. "Tell me you destroyed that villain Boraq", she said as she approached him quite angrily.

"Lets just say he wont be a problem for the moment", Vyshan said. "I bought a little patient for you to examine."

Adira looked down and her features softened at seeing little Myria. "Of course - lets get you checked out little one", she said as she took Myria's hand and guided her to an unoccupied chair where Adira sat her down and pulled a Federation made Feinberger, scanning the little Orion girl from head to toe.

"Im heading back to the Bridge but wanted to see how everyone fared during the attack."

"Bad but we will survive - it will take more than a surprise attack from a coward to kill us all...Im guessing your pet pre-atom war relic saved us from the worst?" she said, referring to the AI that was the Ilendi's Main Computer.

"Yes and no", Vyshan said with a neutral look.

Adira turned to him after she finished her scans of Myria. "Captain Clueless of the Ilendi - has a nice ring to it."

Vyshan made a face at her. "Cute - i will find out more once Ilendi finishes her scans."

"Not as cute as you - ill see you on the Bridge shortly my confused master", Adira said and blew a kiss to him as he left.

Once Vyshan was on the Bridge he asked Ilendi of her scan results.

"This dense debris field makes scanning for power sources difficult but i did scan the hulls of at least 50 ships of known and unknown design, many from different time periods going back decades to a few hundred years - also i have come to a rather stunning calculation based on our last known position...You might want to sit down for this, Master."

Vyshan raised an eyebrow but did do as Ilendi asked, seating himself in his cushioned captain's chair. "As the humans say, 'Lay it on me'."

"Somehow we are no longer in the Alpha Quadrant - im calculating exactly where we are based on current astrogation and navigational data in my computers but it will take time to figure things out - this ship you connected me to is not the best, memory bank-wise."

"Well, it is over 100 years old - my Tahedri gave me the ship as a gift - its old but sturdy."

"Well, i expect some upgrades - stand by...Im picking up transmissions, bearing 247, mark 5 - cant make out the nature due to interference from the ships in our current position."

"Alright, maybe whoever they are will have some answers", Vyshan said. "Head toward the source of that transmission and let see who is out there."

"Yes, Master - engaging thrusters to move us out of this part of the field."

The old Orion Majestic Class Blockade Runner began moving out of its position to find the source of the signals.

"Master, im scanning a Federation starship and a Klingon vessel ahead - they are the source of the transmission."

"Really? Very well, lets see if they know what this place is - open a channel to both ships."

"Yes, Master...Channel open."

"Greeting fellow sentients, this is Captain Vyshan of the Orion Merchant Vessel Ilendi...It seems i am a bit lost and wonder if either of you know where we are? Also, as i can ascertain that we are no longer in space claimed by any known spacefaring power, i claim salvage rights to this field as outlined by Orion Law & Custom."

Catain Garret shook his head as his listened to Captain N'ShopeQ speak. "We don't have the kind of power it would take to accomplish what you're asking of us, Captain. None of the members of the Federation do. But we especially don't as we're a medical ship sent to offer aid and transport where we're needed most. We were trying to figure out how we got her ourselves."

Before he could go on, someone else was added to the conversation and Captain Garret greeted the new figure. An Orion, great that was not going to be very helpful to this situation. Only a Ferengi would be worse at the moment. "Greetings Captain Vyshan, I am Captain Garret Hawthorn of the USS Hipprocrates. I was just discussing that with Captain N'ShopeQ as well. So far neither of us know how we arrived here or where here even is."

Sati stood fascinated by the goings on at the moment. She trusted the other doctors and nurses to pick up the slack if necessary, though she knew they were mostly caught up from the injuries the crew received fighting to get out of that black hole's grip. Whatever had brought the Hippocrates here had saved their lives. So she was grateful for that, but still wary to find out what had that kind of power, and she was hoping that it wasn't a Q. There pranks and experiments were usually pretty annoying, along with their arrogance. Staying quiet and watching, Sati hoped they would figure something out, between the three of them.

Well, at least the Federation captain has not challenged my rights to salvage, Vyshan thought to himself.

"Tell me Captain Garret, can you spare some medical supplies or one of your marvelous miracle-worker doctors? Before arriving here i was under attack by a rival and have suffered a number of casualties among my crew - i would of course compensate you for your trouble...Perhaps some Spican Flame Gems or perhaps a bottle or 6 of Romulan ale? Maybe some small grams of Kemocite? It has a variety of uses and not just illicit ones according to your restrictive laws."

N'ShopeQ grunted. Now they were three. The Starfleet captain he felt he could deal with, but the Orion... they were always the wild cards. More clever than Ferengi, though perhaps somewhat less so than Romulans. Still, he would need to keep his eyes open.

Interrupting the barter between the other two, the Klingon captain interjected: "I find it difficult to believe that three ships of differing polities would suddenly appear in a place like this by accident. Looking at the wreckage around us, it's unclear whether we were all expected to die and join this ship's graveyard, or if it was hoped that others would survive. At any rate, it's clear that our priorities need to be split between repairing our ships and finding out where we are, and just as importantly, why we're here."