Sarons

Captains Log

Stardate 6402.12

Our repair crews have just completed their jobs to repair the damage done in the Battle of Ertens, where 20 twenty Starfleet ships were sucked into a black hole. Currently we are heading toward Bakorn space to find the R17BS Bakanie, where we were going to pick up Bakorn.

It has been two days since the inauguration of the Firestone, or as the crew calls it: The Cosmic 2000. The crew was surprisingly calm as they stared at the readouts and pushing buttons on their consoles. The helm console was now repaired with an ensign sitting by the controls. Another ensign was positioned by the Operations console where a newcomer was supposed to be placed at.

The newcomer, a Bakorn named Zoron'ska, was soon to be picked up on a Bakorn ship. As like all Bakorns he was quiet and well prepared. He was like any other being in his race with a diamond on his forehead and short black hair on his head. Zoron'ska, or Zoron for short, was over a hundred years old and still is in healthy shape. Jamesfield knew that some can grow as old to over two hundred, that meant that Zoron was still healthy.

Soon the door swished open and came McConer, a sturdy man from Dublin, who walked to the helms control and relieved the ensign at the console. After a few spoken words the young ensign left and headed toward the diagram of the ship. There, she did a system check.

Jamesfield was soon handed a pad from the other ensign who worked on the Operations console. The ensign then walked back to his station without hesitation. The captain gazed at the pad and then handed it to a small table that lay between his chair and the commander's chair.

Ryan remembered his days as a bridge officer under Captain Stewarts. When he assasinated the Kargoanski chancellor. In that time he saw it has an opportunity to have a place in history, but he never realized it would have cost him that much like the recent death of his wife. From that point he learned that one thing could change your life forever.

Before commanding this new ship that had many engineers think that their designs were primitive, he commanded the USS Nightingale. A strong ship that survived many brutal encounters with Sarons and Kargoanskis.

The Nightingale was recently decommissioned and replaced by the powerful Lafayette. Only recently he saw the schematics of the ship and it was a nice ship. But not as good as the Nightingale.

Queray sat on his chair analyzing data about the black hole. "Sir, the black hole has collapsed. Whole system destroyed."

Jamesfield nodded in response but he did not care. The Cosmic 2000 was now in the narrow Strait of Cheron which lies between Saroni space and Bakorn space and is only fifty light years across, however it is filled with starships. This was Jamesfield's worry. Even though the ship has a sensor cloak it could be detected using sophisticated technology.

The ship traveled slowly at full impulse so they will be no signatures in which there is when the ship is traveling at warp.

"At our present speed we will reach the Bakanie in seven hours, sir." McConer reported, with his eyes still focused on the readouts.

"Thank you, Lieutenant." Jamesfield quickly replied. Even if the helmsman was on the rank of lieutenant commander Ryan preferred to call them lieutenant.

Again the door swished open and came out the Urtyon commander.

Szars walked to the tactical console looking at the sensor readings.

Gother gazed at the console with his emerald eyes. "There is fifty Doridian patrol ships that are currently in the Strait of Cheron, sir." Fifty. The number repeated in Jamesfield's mind.

All of a sudden the ship started to shake, red lights came on and the klaxon sounded.

"Red alert… Red alert… Red alert…" the female computer voice said.

Szars ran to his chair and sat down.

Jamesfield turned his chair towards Lt. Gother. "Report."

The tactician's fingers hastily ran his fingers on the console. "Shields inoperative on the starboard warp nacelle. Minimal damage. Aft shields gone. Else where the shields are sixty eight percent and holding, sir! They're Sarons!" The lieutenant was right. There was three Saroni battleships surrounding the Cosmic 2000, all were advanced looking.

They were all slender and got more slender at the aft. On the back there was two small straight wings that carried the warp nacelles. On the front there was two phaser cannons on the top and a torpedo cannon.

The captain gazed at the tactician who he once thought he was a rebel. "Target Malithium torpedoes on their warp engines. Get them stranded here." Three tulip-colored torpedoes screamed out of the cannons and were locked on the battleships. Two of the torpedoes slammed into their target's warp engines sending them spinning out of control.

One of them exploded into nothing and the other was adrift. The other torpedo, however, missed narrowly and the battleship left unhurt. Instead of firing a weapon on the Cosmic 2000, the battleship stopped as it hung up above the ship's bridge module.

"Sir, we have disabled a battleship, the other is destroyed and one is in perfect condition."

Jamesfield stood up and glanced at the Urtyon that was second in command and then walked toward Gother and looked at his console. "Lieutenant, I don't have time for this. Hail them."

"Aye," Gother complied, he tapped on the buttons without hesitation and soon he did his job. "They're responding."

Soon there was a few beeps and the viewer flashed black. It then showed an image of Saron. He wore a leather uniform and had a large nose that matched with a large diamond that was sunk in his head. The diamond started from the top of his nose and it ended at the top of his head. His eyes were dark and he finally spoke. "Captain, pleasure to meet you. It's an honor."

"Indeed, so…what brings you here? Especially when you cross the borders of Saroni space." Asked the famed captain. "You know that we have permission to attack you without orders."

"Ahh yes we do know that infamous saying by that Starfleet admiral." The Saron responded. "I am Yorpak Kenome, captain of the Ky'p'r or Avenger. We are heading toward Bakorn space. Now see-"

"Your not going anywhere, Yorpak. what you call Bakorn space is Doridian space, and that's a fact." Jamesfield interrupted with a threatening voice.

"Well, captain. I know it's a fact that Doridian Enterprises is offering a reward for the capture of your ship and crew. You seem to head toward Bakorn space yourself, I will just tell Starfleet your proceeding to…" He looked at a control panel near him. "Now that's interesting…your heading toward our destination. Well now, since I know where your going, I might as well tell your admiral. What was his name…Stewarts, huh? Pleasure to meet you, captain."

The viewer soon went blank and the image of Yorpak faded leaving the captain grinning.

Gother hazel eyes stared at the readouts and then turned his eyes on the captain. "Sir, they are engaging their warp drive.. Destination is…" The tactical officer regained focus on the readouts and then glanced at a small holographic screen in which a battleship was slowly speeding away. "…Dorido, sir."

Szars quickly glanced at the small computer that lay between his chair and Jamesfield's chair. "Sir, they have gone into Warp six."

Jamesfield walked to his chair and tucked down his black uniform. On his uniform there was a red stripe that ran across on the top his shirt. Other officers had yellow-orange stripe, except for doctors who have blue stripes. But every uniform there was the communications badge that was a star with a part of a D on the right side. The comm. badge was on the right side of the uniform beneath the stripe.

"Lieutenant, follow that ship in Warp seven point five." He ordered the officer who sat on a comfortable chair.

Gother nodded slowly as his fingers tapped the buttons.

The ship had gone into warp with large, wide blue steams that formed a hole to blackness. Everyone knew the ship was almost in another dimension. This meant the ship will not collide with objects such as stars, planets or meteoroids. Now they had a chance of being tracked by other ships of Starfleet, but Jamesfield took the risk to find Yorpak Kenome.

In minutes in front of the Cosmic 2000, the small formidable battleship was in hailing range and soon Gother informed the captain.

Ryan looked peaceful and didn't say a word as there was a small alien craft in front of them in the tube of blue streams. Then he closed his eyes and suddenly opened them. He was tired.

"Gother," said Ryan. "Arm phasers, level three at their warp engines." He took a deep breath. "Fire,"

Gother complied as a red stream of pure phased energy burst out of the cannon and knocked the battleship out of warp.

When the battleship disappeared from the warp field, Gother immediately stopped the Firestone and made the ship turn around almost burning out the ship's stabilizers. He then added full impulse power to the engines and the starship sped until it reached a damaged Saroni battleship.

"We're in hailing range, sir." Gother informed the two most senior officers onboard.

Then the large viewer flashed and the same Saron appeared. Yorpak uniform was bruised and his hair was mixed with the thick blood. Behind, fire extinguishers poured down to calm the fires around.

"Captain, your actions are unprecedented." Yorpak breathed out. He then cleared his throat "I thought you were more peaceful. Perhaps I was wrong!"

"Perhaps, you-" Jamesfield began to respond until Jacques interrupted.

"Sir, I'm reading massive energy fluctuations in their warpcore, it will breach! It seems that they activated their self-destruct sequence."

"You know to much, Captain. May honor serve you well." Yorpak said an old Saroni saying. Then he gave the signal to cut off transmission and the viewer turned black. "Gother, get them into teleporter room, beam them up and get them to Sickbay." Jamesfield said in a stern voice.

"Aye, I will inform Chief McClure." Gother said, he then walked to the turbolift with an other officer on his side.

After the tactical officer faded in sight as the turbolift doors closed an officer walked to the console doing security checks. Jamesfield knew his name, John Kaysner. John was part of security and was under McClure's command. He was a Canadian from the Yukon and had dark hair with blue eyes. Kaysner was almost six feet and a clean voice.

Jamesfield sat comfortably and pressed a few buttons on the small computer by his chair and the screen on it showed an image of Dr. Chelsea sitting on a chair in her office. "Doctor, it is possible that we may take wounded Sarons-"

"Sarons?" The doctor repeated in a quizzical look, her eyes widened. "Sir, they have a different anatomy. It might be difficult to heal all their wounds."

"Well I suggest you hop to it, I don't know how many. But expect a lot." Ryan responded. He moved his finger on the deactivate button but then Joan spoke.

"May I ask why?"

"Doctor, they might provide information on why there are going to our destination, which is the R17BS Bakanie. This could be valuable information, so get your staff ready." The captain answered in the same strict voice. He then pressed the deactivate button and the screen flashed off.

In Sickbay, there was guards everywhere standing still without any movement except the breathing. In their hands there was phaser rifles that were set for stun and were ready to show action.

Soon, the doors opened with nurses and doctors walking in with stretchers that had Sarons on them.

Many of them had blood on their foreheads and they were screaming for mercy from their wounds. Most of them had bruises and broken bones or torn tendons. Whatever the wounds the hostile aliens had, they made the atmosphere was horrific. To calm the noisy ones down, the staff injected a hypospray into their arms that made them suddenly unconscious.

The door closed and the room grew crowded. So Joan walked out of her office and walked through the crowd with her medical scanner on the victims. As she got to the end of the crowd, she deactivated the scanner and sighed.

And this was all done with one bullet. She read her scanner's readings seeing neuron damage on all of the officers.

She walked to her office and sat down and then looked at a rose she was given that stood sole in a vase.

Joan then tapped her communicator and told the captain to come down here.

Jamesfield sat down and looked at the doctor.

"Captain, about those torpedoes…" she began. "I believe they inflict more damage then you. The Kargoanskis use this… Malithium, as their main power on ships, am I correct?" Jamesfield nodded. "There was Kargoanski ship captured by Starfleet, as they investigated the ship for weakness they found that the main power source or Malithium was heavily sealed. May I ask why?" She knew the answer of course but she wanted to know if the captain knew.

"Joan, what's this got to do with anything?" Jamesfield snapped in a sharp voice.

"Answer,"

"In fact, I didn't read the report so I don't know." Ryan answered dryly.

"Ahh…One should know its power." The captain looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Sir, I believe that these torpedoes can inflict neuron damage. It is so strong that it could kill in hours. Whoever you wanted to meet with. This is your last chance, all of them will die in ninety minutes."

Ryan rose up from his chair and turned away at the door. He could hear Chelsea say 'you should know your power'.

He walked out of the office and into the room filled with stretchers. He walked around them and studied their faces, looking Yorpak Kenome.

Some of the Sarons were put into the healing machine, the same machine in which Chris Lambert was put in and died in.

Only recently he was ejected into space at a funeral service.

Those were tough times.

Jamesfield could see that some of the Sarons were covered in white cloth meaning that they died and then he could see a faint, weak voice. "Captain…" Ryan swiveled quickly only to see Yorpak with medical instruments all over or around him. "Yorpak, where was your ship going?"

"Bakanie…" the wounded commander summarized enough for the Starfleet captain.

"But why?" Ryan asked, his hand having a grip on Yorpak's arm.

"Protect Zoro…ska."

Zoroska? Jamesfield thought. "You mean Zoron'ska?"

Yorpak nodded with head slowly going up and down.

Just ten minutes ago he was fine, but now the Malithium must have done some damage. Jamesfield knew, now he could have talked to Yorpak and have a real conversation. Jamesfield looked away and saw more cloths covering bodies.

He walked to an alien nurse and asked. "How many were there?"

The alien was a Dewwerlite, an alien whose skin is orange and eyes large with small black pupils.

The Dewwerlite looked at him and answered in her squeaky voice. "There was fifty-eight, sir. So far there is forty three survivors. Your friend there may be next. We're keeping close watch on him."

The Dewwerlite walked away with a thermorod, which is used to have cuts disappear.

Soon his communicator beeped and a young boy's voice spoke. "Father, please come to the map room. I have bad news that deal with Sarons. Jamesfield out."

Ryan remembered he recently assigned his son to the map room with Queray studying the stellar maps.

Jamesfield soon walked out of Sickbay and walked to a nearby turbolift.

The map room was dark and filled with large viewers that showed maps of many regions of known space. He read in a report that this room served with the Yre Me Tar as a science room where they conducted experiments. On the other hand, the Kargoanski's used it as a lounge. Now it's used as a map room filled with databases and information.

Ever since Starfleet got its hands on this ship they renovated it so the ship would be comforting deep-space explorer. The hallways once large tubes with pipes on the walls and computers that was once hung down from the walls.

The bridge was like a like any other room, with pipes on the walls, dim lights and trophies that celebrate victory and honor.

Engineer was almost the same except it had a large blue tube that ran from the ceiling to the floor.

The floor was again with pipes and wires, the Yre Me Tar didn't need a flat surface to walk on. Their feet was dinosaur-like, with five sharp claws on a strong foot.

Now a special flat surface covered the pipes, as the straight walls did cover the pipes. There was now a flat ceiling where new lights shined in the dark.

The bridge was now different with entirely different computers just like Engineering. The small tubes however were almost the same and now the crew had to know how to use the systems in there.

Before, the ship externally was different. It was in the same shape, but there was plenty differences to be seen. The aft part of the saucer section had an impulse drive that was used all the time. On the bridge module there was a part that was used as a disposal. Now it is entirely modified into the observatory and captains ready-room.

Almost everything was changed.

The door in the map room opened and came in Commander Szars and Ryan Jamesfield in their uniforms.

Jamesfield immediately spotted Kirk and Lieutenant Jacques Queray standing by a large computer that was in the shape of a cube and had a large screen on the top with buttons by the edge.

Queray turned around as the two most senior crew members were a few paces back. "Captain, I'm afraid that we will see more Sarons later." Jamesfield walked to the computer and looked down at the screen, on it there was a star chart of sectors near the Bakorn region of space and near where the Cosmic 2000.

In the sectors near Bakorn space there was gray dots with white print by it. There was the Zanora cluster, a Bakorn launch base and the Yiteran Nebula.

"What is it?" Jamesfield gazed at the star chart.

Kirk pressed a red push button and red dots dotted the chart. "These red dots represent Saroni ships, which kind they are we don't know. They could be dreadnoughts, battleships or cruisers. Now watch this…" Ryan's son pressed another button and it zoomed in to a spot where it was cluttered with red dots. He soon pressed another button and there was a green dot a few inches (on the map) away from the cluttered red dots. "That green dot is reported to be the R17BS Bakanie."

"So it's a trap," the Urtyon pointed out.

Ryan nodded and did not make a reply.

Queray looked at the captain. "Orders?"

"Yorpak Kenome said that the ship was going to that Bakorn ship, to protect him."

Ryan responded. "But protect what? Starfleet? Us?"

"Maybe we should go there and find out." Commander Szars suggested.

Then Ryan's communicator beeped. "Sir, there is a Saroni battleship on short-range sensors, suggest you and the Commander should come here."

It was Chief McClure's voice, who now worked at the Operations console until Zoron'ska will come onboard.

Queray, Szars and the captain stormed out of the map room and found themselves on the observatory. Queray quickly glanced at the turbolift that was on his left but instead turned to the right into the observatory.

They passed a large telescope and found themselves by a door with a small control panel. The captain walked to the panel and pressed a series of buttons and the door opened.

The three officers walked into the captain's ready-room before the door closed with a swish. Then they came across another door but it automatically opened and they entered the bridge.

Szars and Jamesfield settled in their seats as Queray walked to his console. McClure calmly sat by the Operations console as Kaysner worked on the Tactical.

"Sir, they're hailing us," Kaysner informed.

"On screen," Jamesfield ordered as he comfortably sat down.

Soon on the screen there was a Saron. He almost looked like Yorpak with the same uniform and short black hair but stockier and shorter. "This is Growa Byrayeno, it's a pleasure."

Jamesfield nodded in response. "I'm sure it is, Growa. May I ask why there is a large number of Saroni starships in the Strait of Cheron, you know that this is a restricted area, it is entirely safe for Doridian Enterprise and the Bakorns. Shall I inform Dorido of your presence?"

Growa looked at him. "A good joke, Captain. But we do know that you have…what's the right word… stole that ship of yours. So I doubt you'd contact Dorido."

Jamesfield glanced at Kentar Szars only to see his 'he got you there' look. Jamesfield turned his eyes at Growa. "Why have you violated Doridian space?"

"I'm surprised you still follow Starfleet regulations," the Saroni commander replied. "Anyway, we're on a mission of peace, not war. We are on our way to pick up a Bakorn peacefully."

"Then why you have dozens of Saroni ships attempting to block the Bakanie with a fleet capable of destroying many Starfleet ships." Jamesfield's eyes glared like fire. "Three of your ships attacked us, that seems like an act of war." Jamesfield soon calmed down. "Why are you protecting Zoron'ska from us?"

"I don't know." Growa answered peacefully. He looked at something else and then looked back at the screen

Jamesfield knew that the Saron was lying. "Why?"

"I don't know."

"Why?"

Instead of answering, Growa materialized off his ship and on to the bridge of the Cosmic 2000. He had a gun in his hand and aimed it at Ryan.

Officer Kaysner was quick and reacted as he jumped onto Growa. But it was too late, a red beam pierced out of the gun's barrel and hit Jamesfield's right leg. Jamesfield dropped into his chair as Growa fell down on the floor with Kaysner on top of him. Soon the Canadian staggered up with a phaser on one hand and the other hand had a grip on Growa's arm that was covered in garments.

The Canadian officer pointed the phaser at the Saroni commander. "I feel like Superman."

All of a sudden Kaysner and Growa were materialized off deck just as the transmission was cut.

Just after three officers rushed toward Jamesfield another came in medical tricorders.

One of them was Joan, the other two were assistants. All of three rushed toward Jamesfield's body, as they go to him. They scanned his leg and Joan turned away.

"He's dead," she said quietly.

Everywhere was whiteness, nothing special in this place…in this world. Jamesfield walked a few steps but he then realized that would get him no closer. Jamesfield looked up and saw the same whiteness, he then looked down and again saw whiteness.

Ryan studied himself and saw his leg burned, yet he felt no pain. He could walk perfectly as if nothing happened. Then a thought occurred to him.

Is this death?

Am I dead?

He could hear a sprinkling sound that came from behind.

Is this…death?

The sprinkling sound stopped and turn around and saw a door.

A door?

Jamesfield approached and it suddenly opened. And inside there was the bridge. It was vacant, no one inside, the only movement was the lights on the walls flashing red. Red. The color of blood, danger or warning.

Red…

"What's going on?" Jamesfield said aloud. But he knew one will hear.

He tapped his communicator, however there was no beeps.

Ryan looked around and saw the massive viewer that had an image of a star shining light-years away.

"Welcome," a female voice was heard making Jamesfield turn around. It was a person standing by the captain's chair. "Captain Ryan S. Jamesfield, is it."

Jamesfield nodded. "What is this place?"

"You know," she replied.

"No I don't, it's nothing I've been out that door and everything…there was no everything. This whole thing is unreal. No matter how much you convince me!" He raised his voice and marched out toward the turbolift-or what looks like the turbolift.

The door opened and there was… Dorido.

"What in blazes?" Jamesfield shouted. He then turned toward the mysterious woman "Who are you? What really is this place?"

"I'm your goodness…soul, in other words." She said in her sweet, loving voice. "You died, I have to move on. Half your soul make up you…"

"I've died." The turbolift doors closed. "Last thing I remember is that I was having a conversation with Growa, then he materialized on deck. And I'm here." He looked at the floor beneath him and then looked up. "You've got to let me go back, give me a second chance. You're me and I'm you, in order to keep it going you have to get me back at the conversation."

"You know you will cause an alternate timeline of your actions." The spirit replied, then smiled.

The spirit disappeared as six officers appeared. Szars settled on his seat as Queray walked to his console McClure calmly sat by the Operations console as Kaysner worked on the Tactical.

"Sir, they're hailing us," Kaysner informed.

"On screen," Jamesfield ordered as he comfortably sat down. He knew what was about to happen, but he acted like he didn't.

Soon on the screen there was a Saron. He almost looked like Yorpak with the same uniform and short black hair but stockier and shorter. "This is Growa Byrayeno, it's a pleasure."

Jamesfield nodded in response. "I'm sure it is, Growa. May I ask why there is a large number of Saroni starships in the Strait of Cheron, you know that this is a restricted area, it is entirely safe for Doridian Enterprise and the Bakorns. Shall I inform Dorido of your presence?"

Growa looked at him. "A good joke, Captain. But we do know that you have…what's the right word… stole that ship of yours. So I doubt you'd contact Dorido."

Jamesfield glanced at Kentar Szars only to see his 'he got you there' look. Jamesfield turned his eyes at Growa. "Why have you violated Doridian space?"

"I'm surprised you still follow Starfleet regulations," the Saroni commander replied. "Anyway, we're on a mission of peace, not war. We are on our way to pick up a Bakorn peacefully."

"Then why you have dozens of Saroni ships attempting to block the Bakanie with a fleet capable of destroying many Starfleet ships." Jamesfield's eyes glared like fire. "Three of your ships attacked us, that seems like an act of war." Jamesfield soon calmed down. "Why are you protecting Zoron'ska from us?"

"I don't know." Growa answered peacefully. He looked at something else and then looked back at the screen

"Growa, I know what you're going to do. So just stop." Jamesfield said.

Commander Szars looked at him. "Sir?"

"It's all right, Commander." Jamesfield responded. "Prepare a medical team and get them over here now. That's an order."

Jamesfield turned away from the Commander and at Growa Byrayeno. "Again, why are you protecting Zoron'ska from us?"

"I don't know." The Saroni commander answered.

"Why?"

Growa let out a grunt of annoyance. "I don't know."

"Why?" There was no reply. Growa materialized out of battleship and on the bridge. In his hand there was a gun that was aimed at Jamesfield.

John Kaysner was quick and reacted with a jump on Growa. He landed on Growa as Jamesfield jumped out of the way.

But it was too late…

A red beam shot out of the barrel and hit Jamesfield's left leg.

Ryan landed on the ground with a thud and didn't move except for his mouth that released a moan.

The Canadian staggered up with a phaser on one hand and the other hand had a grip on Growa's arm that was covered in garments.

Officer Kaysner pointed the phaser at the Saroni commander. "I feel like Superman."

All of a sudden Kaysner and Growa were materialized off deck just as the transmission was cut.

Soon three doctors rushed into the room carrying medical tricorders. When they reached him, they all activated their tricorders and scanned him. "Sir, we will have to get him to Sickbay to treat his wounds." One of the doctors said.

"Well get him there." Szars snapped back, he hoped now he could get back Officer Kaysner.

The two materialized somewhere that Kaysner was not familiar with. It was dark in this place and the lights were blue. There was small holes on the floors so you could see what was going on beneath. But Kaysner didn't care about that.

The Saroni Commander was in front and he grunted again but sounded more furious.

"Get off me, fool." He said and he threw the security officer into the wall. Kaysner was barely conscious but he could see perfectly fine. Laughter was bellowed and the officer knew there was more than one Saron in the room. He still had his hand on his phaser and pointed at Growa. "Where am I?" Then the Canadian saw another Saron, this Saron was taller and thinner. He held a tall, slender stick with a point on the top like ancient Earth's spear.

"You're on the Saroni battleship, Ghelkour." The officer heard a new voice, supposedly the tall Saron.

Kaysner aimed his gun at the new Saron and heard another voice, a voice more unclear. "Wouldn't dare, Starfleet officer."

The Canadian did so anyway. He closed his eyes and pressed the trigger, afterwards he heard the yelling of a wicked voice and then a loud thud. He then saw a Saron charging at him and then picked him up. Kaysner felt the strong Saroni hands that held up in the air. He also felt the scale the alien had. Again he was thrown but he hit a being and dropped to the floor after the impact. He rolled down the floor and hit the wall.

Kaysner staggered up on his knees and opened his eyes. He saw two Sarons throwing fists at each other.

The officer moaned, but no one paid attention to him. He dropped to the floor helplessly and he was on the grips of being conscious.

Soon he heard glass shatter down on the floor and then a voice. "Fergh, put that human into the dungeon with that Bakorn the Empire wants."

"Yes, master." Kaysner realized that voice belonged to a female Saron. The Canadian was picked up on to the shoulders of the female and was carried meters to the dungeon. Kaysner felt hair, but he did not believe that because Sarons do not have hair.

John Kaysner opened his eyes and saw dark black hair brushing in his face. Soon he could hear doors open and was then thrown into a room.

He landed on the hard steel floor on his hips, after he rolled and hit a the wall.

The officer soon heard the Saroni female shout at the other inmate but he could not hear what since his ears was covered in blood. The same doors closed and he then felt the presence of the other inmate. "Your human?" He asked in a faint voice.

"No I am not," there was reply. The inmate's face was darkened to a shadow of a small monument nearby. The inmate grabbed something small and activated on Kaysner's ears. "Don't be a afraid," A large red beam crossed his ear and entered his torn face and repaired the wounds. The beam then gone down his body and Kaysner felt no pain from his wounds. He opened his eyes and saw a Saron.

The Canadian jumped back and he tucked himself into the corner.

"It's a disguise," the Saron said in an empty voice. "I'm a Bakorn, Zoron'ska."

Dozens of them raced toward the Cosmic 2000, all had their weapons armed, shields up and ready to fight.

There was battleships that soared through the emptiness of space, many of them began to maneuver between the warp engines and turned and quickly duck down below the saucer.

A tremor was felt in Szars' spine, he felt the uneasiness of knowing fate could lie on his hands. There was officers he had assigned to the station he felt best about then having an ensign at tactical.

Queray still sat in his station looking at readings of the sector, then an image of a Saroni battleship with information.

Chief George McClure still sat by the Operations as Lieutenant McConer laid his fingers on the helms console. But no one volunteered to take the Tactical console.

"Chief," Szars eyes came at George like a bullet. "Take Tactical, I figure we wouldn't need Operations for now."

The chief could not refuse the Commander's orders, so he just jolted up and walked to Tactical and sat down.

"McConer full-impulse," the Commander ordered. He stood by the helmsman's chair.

The Firestone impulse engines roared to life, there was the color of red that signaled that the engines were on. Soon the ship moved forward and speeded up through space, however the Sarons remained and pursued the ship at the same speed.

But another ship was coming into the scene, whatever it was it will come soon.

The chief stared at the readouts and he did not like what he had seen. "Sir, incoming Starfleet ship. One ship, zero point four light-years away. It's the…" He drew his hands off the Tactical. "…the Pegasus."

The Pegasus, flagship of Starfleet. One of the most powerful ship in Starfleet.

Szars walked backwards to his seat. He remembered that he was once the Tactical officer for a few months onboard that ship.

That meant…Szars thought. …he knew the weakness.

"Orders?" Szars could McClure's voice behind his voice.

"Cut impulse to a quarter," The Urtyon ordered quietly. "Turn about, Lieutenant, and try to maneuver beneath the flagship."

McConer complied as he activated the flightstick and turned the vessel around in a sharp turn.

On the viewer, the once-small gray dot turned into a small saucer with a large hull section and warp engines sticking out of the sides. On the front there was a blue dot that grew bigger and bigger.

The Irishman pulled down the flight stick and the Pegasus seemed elevate up all of a sudden. Now on the viewer, they could see small black alien craft coming forward.

"It seemed to trick the Sarons." Queray remarked.

Kentar Szars ignored him and he then walked toward the chief and glanced at the viewer. "Chief,"

George looked at him and then spoke. "Yes, Commander."

"Fire phasers at maximum power. And fire at the aft beneath." Ordered Szars in a stern voice.

The chief looked at the Commander and did not reply.

"That's an order, McClure." Kentar snapped, "You may approve or disapprove. But you still follow it." The Canzar turned away and walked to the chair to sit on.

Admiral Stewart sat on the special admiral's chair looking at the viewer.

The bridge was neat, the bridge was the same like the Firestone's. But there was a few exceptions, instead of the long tactical console behind the captain's chair there was the wishbone helms console. The tactical console was on the front. There was a science station between the turbolift door and the ready room door in the back. The color of the walls was the putrid yellow-orange and not like the grayish color. The Operations console was on the right by a large diagram of the ship. Beneath the diagram were small computer panels where officers could use to do security checks.

The three command chairs were on a black platform that was covered by a dark blue carpet. Between two of the command chairs was a small computer that was common on many ships.

The Admiral was comfortable as he stared at the viewer. By the viewer there was two red lights that flashed signaling red alert. Currently the bridge was dark as everyone watched the Firestone coming toward them.

The silence was amazingly quiet until the tactical officer spoke. "Captain, the USS Firestone seems to be going beneath us."

The captain, the legendary Cpt. Paul Corkum, replied. "I see." Corkum was one of the most famous captain in Starfleet. His fame started when he was assigned a deep-space mission in non-aligned space. There he discovered the Cartaurs, a race that inhabit Redgor Three or now called Cartaurus.

He sat in the middle command chair with his right arm on an armrest and hand on his chin. He is almost fifty years of age and had few wrinkles on his body and little gray hair on his head that was covered by his dark black hair.

The Firestone slowly got beneath the flagship that was traveling in an alternative direction.

In the bridge of the Firestone, McClure's mind was tense about firing on a ship of his own kind. But then the thought of what Szars said had not crossed his mind. So he fired.

Kaysner could not believe it. He heard that the Sarons were protecting him but the reason was unknown.

"Wait a minute," the Canadian said. "I thought they were protecting you."

The Bakorn in disguise ignored him and he walked away to the wall by the door. "The door is genetically encoded, that means we cannot open the door." He put the tool he used on the security officer into his pocket that hung from his belt. He dug his hand in and then took it out with a disrupter in the hand.

"Why are you in a disguise?" Kaysner asked Zoron.

"They put me a disguise because if there was a boarding party. They would kill me." Zoron'ska answered as he dropped the disrupter on the floor.

Kaysner nodded and then he tucked himself in the corner watching Zoron'ska take a slab off the wall. The Canadian did not ask as he turned his eyes away and saw a small monument with a skeleton by it.

"The bones are not real," Zoron said. "They're a fake used to bring fear among this dungeons inhabitants like us."

John Kaysner walked toward the Bakorn when he saw a few fluorescent lights glittering as Zoron placed the slab on the floor and grabbed the disrupter. "Stand back." The Bakorn warned.

Zoron took a few steps back and aimed the disrupter at the lights.

An orange beam shot out of the disrupter's barrel and hit the light. Where Kaysner stood he could hear cackling and a small explosion.

"Now…" Zoron began as put the slab back into place. "…the door is not genetically encoded." He walked away and toward the Starfleet officer like nothing happened. "In order to get to the teleporter room, I must act like a true Saron. That means I have to push you around."

Before the Canadian could protest, Zoron pushed him at the door. The door automatically opened and Kaysner hit a thick wall.

He panted for air, but as he did he was grabbed by another Saron. This one was the same one who threw him at another Saron. "Ahh…it's you, the fool. What are you doing out of your cage, huh?"

The human dropped to the floor and he heard another voice. "Leave him alone,"

He heard phaser fire and felt a Saron falling on him. The Saron was dead!

Zoron knelt down by the corpse and picked it up and threw him aside. The Bakorn pulled the Canadian up and he pointed the disrupter right. "My guess is that the teleporter room is that way."

The two walked down the corridors seeing other Sarons along the way. The two stopped by a door with a control panel.

Kaysner, faintly conscious, moaned. "Is there a problem?"

Zoron again ignored him. He pressed a button on the panel and saw the teleporter room. It was as dark as any other room with the same blue lights and smell.

The Bakorn saw five other Sarons materializing in a strange blue-white color shaped as diamonds fade away among the Sarons.

There was another Saron at the teleporter controls looking at Zoron with fire in his eyes. He grunted and turn away from the controls. "I know you!" He shouted with anger. "You're that alien…that Bakorn. And him…" he furiously pointed at Kaysner who did not looked too relax on the floor. "…who's he?"

Zoron dropped the disrupter and the tool he used on the Canadian earlier by Kaysner. After, he charged viciously at the Saron.

As the two clashed with fist, Kaysner stuck his arm out to grab the tool. He felt the barrel of the disrupter but he removed his hand from it and continued searching for the tool. Soon he felt a cylindrical object the size of a match with a button to activate.

The officer lay in his back and activated the object on is face, repairing his scars and bleeds. As he did, the sound of the Bakorn and the Saron fighting each other was getting louder.

As soon as Kaysner was well, he picked up the disrupter and aimed it at the Saron. He then pressed the trigger.

The same orange beam came out of the barrel and hit the Saron's back. All was safe as the Saron collapsed to the floor.

Bakorn immediately walked to the controls and pressed a few buttons. "Get on the pad."

Kaysner jogged on to the teleporter pad and paused. Soon the Bakorn in disguise walked away from the controls and onto the pad where he stood next to the Canadian.

Then both of them were engulfed by the blue-white colored crystals.

The Pegasus shook violently and it uncontrollably spun and nearly collided. But soon the flagship regained control.

"Sir!" The tactical officer turned to face the captain, who grabbed the armrests as something to hold onto. "We've lost shields, I strongly suggest we get out of here!"

"Make it so," Corkum snapped.

The tactical struggled on his controls.

"No!" Stewarts cried. "We have a chance to get them."

The commander spoke in her soft female voice. "We have a chance to get destroyed by them."

Soon the Pegasus went into warp speed.

The Cosmic 2000 narrowly missed collision with the famed flagship. However, the ship got more control than the Pegasus and it still stayed on course.

"The Pegasus had gone into warp, sir." McClure informed. "I have received a message from Ensign Wilde, she has informed that Officer Kaysner and Lieutenant Commander Zoron'ska are onboard."

Szars smiled proudly. "Thank you, Chief."

Captain's Log

Stardate 6402.13

After our adventures with the Sarons while trying to get Lieutenant Commander Zoron'ska, my foot has been repaired and is in normal condition. The Sarons had returned to their region of space peacefully and the Bakanie is now going back Bakorn space.

Yet, I still don't feel right after my rendezvous with eternity feeling that I cheated life as we know it.

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