"Voyager's Final Mission"
by Kyle Knopf (KyleJK@netzero.net)

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	Captain's Log. Voyager has recently encountered some new type of 
quantum anomaly. According to Seven it has catapulted us into an 
alternate reality. Luckily this anomaly is rather unusual, in the fact 
that according to our readings we should reverted back in three weeks, 
till then I want to do our best to learn about this universe.

	"Mr. Paris, have you found a suitable vessel yet?" Janeway asked 
the helmsman.

	"I think so. The vessel I've chosen is rather small, in the 
corvette range, and is cruising a warp six. We shouldn't have any 
problems blocking their long range communications, and nothing that 
small should be a threat." Paris replied.

	"Good work. Tuvok, do you have any new information on this race?"

	"I do not Captain. From the previous intercepts I don't think 
we'll have any problems with such a small vessel, though I seriously 
doubt if we could survive an encounter with one of the larger craft." 
The habitually precise Vulcan's voice was as level and monotone as ever 
as he delivered his speech. But if you listened closely you could hear 
the slightest tinge of doubt in his voice, not for his data but for the 
Captain's plan.

	"Very well, set course and begin jamming as soon as possible." She 
got up and walked towards her office. Soon after she sat down at her 
desk the door opened and her first officer walked in. 

	"Yes Chakotay?" She asked, slightly curious but already expecting 
his comments.

	"Captain are you sure this is wise? Attacking an unknown ship 
before we even attempt to open communications?" Her First Officer asked.

	"We don't know anything about this galaxy. Our best bet is to 
disable a lone ship, stun the crew and learn everything we can. Then we 
can either erase all the information on Voyager in their computers, or 
apologize and explain ourselves. It's the lowest risk option; we have no 
idea which races might be hostile and which friendly."

	"When you put it like that it does seem to make sense. I just hope 
this 'Terran Federation' doesn't turn out to be more powerful then we 
expect..."

	The TFCT Rodger Young cruised through space in Cerenkov drive. 
They had been heading towards yet another bug planet, to wreak havoc and 
destruction upon it. Two hours ago they had suddenly lost all long range 
sensors and communications. Captain Deladrier had ordered her crew to 
battle stations, and had the shields raised and limited weaponry brought 
online. Most important of all, she had asked Lieutenant Rico to position 
Roughnecks throughout the ship. If someone wanted to capture her ship, 
they were going to pay every inch of the way.

	Short-range sensors suddenly detected an odd starship, resembling 
a spoon with pods. Two of it's forward launchers suddenly began pounding 
out rapid streams of missiles, as energy beams flew out of the forward 
hull. The rain of multi-megaton missiles stopped as the shields fell. 
The energy beam then blasted apart the Young's' energy batteries, and 
the pitifully few missile launchers.

	"Captain Janeway, all weapon systems are destroyed. I detect no 
loss of life on the ship. Firing phasers at the engines, the ship is 
disabled." Tuvok finished his little litany, and looked at the disabled 
ship. It was rather small but it seemed to be extremely undergunned for 
it's size, and extremely over-crewed. Almost seventy people on a ship 
only half Voyagers size. Maybe a transport?

	"Damage report Chakotay?" Janeway asked her First Officer. He 
answered her immediately.

	"Not bad. Shields are at 70 percent and no hull damage. I'm 
heading down to the transporter room, I'll lead the first away team and 
take the vessels bridge."

	As he got up and strode towards the turbo lift, Janeway got the 
odd feeling that she would never see him again. She shook it off and 
just stared and the small ship, labeled TFCT Rodger Young, on the view 
screen.

	Juan Rico had decided that he would take the job of guarding the 
bridge of the Rodger Young for himself, since it would probably be a 
prime target for boarding. He noticed a small canister appear in front 
of him, it began hissing and releasing gas. The naval crewers 
immediately began to fall. Rico flipped his chin and activated his 
general comm circuit. 

	"Roughnecks, they've got some kind of teleporters, be ready for 
them to send in some form of boarders the same way." He warned his team, 
prepping his own weapons in readiness.

	"Energizing." Chakotay and his team of former Maquis disappeared 
in the glow of a transporter. They reappeared in seconds, and died a 
second later as an armored titan shredded them with flechettes, and 
burned them with flamethrowers.

	Through the open comm-links Janeway heard the awful screams of 
agony, as a quarter of her crew was butchered in seconds. She was 
frozen, what had happened to her crew? It was impossible, it couldn't 
happen; but it had.

	Even worse, the crew of the small ship had started broadband 
subspace jamming. She couldn't run, and her brain was frozen, as she saw 
a shuttle detach from the small transport and head straight towards 
Voyager. No one else saw it, they were too busy throwing up. They had 
managed to capture a few seconds of visuals from a tricorder, they had 
never imagined that kind of butchery and carnage; it was impossible.

	"All right Roughnecks. No one, and I mean NO ONE, messes with the 
Rico's Roughnecks. At least, no one lives to do it more than once." Rico 
said with an evil grin. 

	"I don't want any prisoners, kill everyone. GO."

	With that final word, fifty of the toughest Mobile Infantry in the 
galaxy charged through the door and began firing. They had chosen to 
enter at the rear of the ship and slowly moved forward and outwards. 
Resistance was pitiful; he'd never seen more incompetent soldiers in his 
life.

	Corporal Hechman moved slowly down a curving corridor. He moved 
slowly, not out of fear but from training, sensors on full and every 
weapon on his marauder suit armed and ready.

	"The only chance we have to take out these invaders, is to pick 
them off one-by-one." The young  Starfleet Lieutenant J.G. told the 
eight ensigns surrounding him. They were all heavily armed, by Starfleet 
standards anyway, with a phaser rifle, phaser pistol, tricorder and some 
duranium slabs they'd grabbed to use as portable cover. Dalton was 
particularly proud of that idea.

	Hechman detected them, a split second before they fired. He was 
able to dive into a side corridor, as nine glowing beams flashed by. He 
extended a sensor probe and located the firers, he only had a clear shot 
at two of them, the rest had set up some kind of barrier. Still, it was 
a start. He stuck his right arm out and hit the two visible soldiers 
with a laser pulse, straight through the head. He then stepped out into 
the main corridor, after laying down some smoke bombs, his suits sensors 
showed him one of the soldiers stick a rifle up, and then look at some 
kind of hand sensor. That target died a split second later, as a 
particle beam flashed from Hechman's left arm and cut the young man in 
half.

	Hechman studied the crude fortification for a second, then fired 
three rapid fire shots from the plasma cannon above his left shoulder, 
as the flechette launcher above his right shoulder shot a stream of high 
speed razors through the barricade. Two more smoke grenades popped out 
of the dispensers next to his helmet on the left side, and then a single 
rocket flew out the launcher on the right side. That rocket flew 
straight ahead, and the HE warhead turned the duranium barrier into so 
much shrapnel. None of the Federation officers were even in one piece, 
much less alive.

	In Voyagers main engineering, Torres was organizing her engineers, 
and a security detachment, to stop the armored warrior that the internal 
sensors had detected coming down the main hallway.

	Private Jenkins saw the odd, glowing tower in the center of the 
large room. According to sensor data off the Young, it was a main 
reactor, he definitely didn't want to hit it. There was faint scuff to 
the left of him, most people wouldn't have heard it but his suit 
augmented more than just his strength. His reaction was immediate; five 
quick smoke grenades flew through the room, followed by a particle beam 
bisecting the unfortunate who had made that noise. Now he heard more, 
more than twenty, they were trying to ambush him! Well he'd show them 
that it wasn't that easy to take down a Roughneck. The enemy could 
barely see, but he had no such problems; three of them peeked around a 
corner to take a shot, all three died in seconds. The head of the first 
was blown off by a particle beam, the second and third were vaporized by 
a plasma burst.

	Torres knew when a battle plan was falling apart, so she ordered 
everyone to do the only thing she could think of, 

	"Attack! Fire, everyone attack."

	Jenkins heard the scream, and reacted on pure instinct. He ducked 
to avoid five glowing beams, and then opened fire with everything he 
had. HE, and AP rockets shredded any cover the Starfleet officers tried 
to take. His flechette launcher mangled a dozen of them; more were vaped 
by plasma bursts and even more were cut by particle beams and lasers. A 
few tried to close with him, and his hand-flamer roasted those. Jenkins 
looked around and, saw that all of them were out of the fight but six of 
them were still alive. He extended his right arm and locked on, six 
quick laser pulses burned a hole through each of their skulls.

	The onboard diagnostics showed no critical damage, his particle 
beam was gone. The flechette launcher no longer traversed, so it was 
next to useless and several sensor had been knocked out. Nothing 
serious, he only had few armor punctures, most of those minor. One of 
them had come very close to taking him out though; an oblique phaser 
blast had punched through the front of his helmet and out the side. A 
very lucky shot that had come within inches of killing him.

	Rico had set up the patrol pattern so that the bridge, on top of 
the ship would be his. He armed a small HE rocket and fired it against 
the door blocking the way, and then laid down a barrage of smoke 
grenades to cover his entrance. A few glowing red beam fired towards the 
door but missed him utterly. His sensors allowed him to locate the 
firers and he instantly mowed them down with a barrage of high-speed 
projectiles, incinerating some with bursts of plasma. As he raced round 
the bridge perimeter, he noticed a woman sitting in the center chair. 
She had a fragment of door sitting next to her, it seemed to have had 
amputated her arm and then pinned her to the chair. Rico assumed that 
she was the commander, he deactivated his plasma cannon and stowed the 
flechette launcher. He then activated his hand-flamer and took careful 
aim at her feet. Using a slow, deliberate sweeping motion, he moved the 
flamer up to her head. She died in indescribable agony as she was 
literally cooked alive. 

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	Rico surveyed the carnage surrounding him on the bridge of a 
Starship named Voyager. He could hear radio calls coming in from his 
squad leaders as they reported the all clear; the ship was now secure.

	"Bravo, Bravo. Good show I say good show my man." The voice came 
from behind him. Rico had no idea how it could have gotten there; the 
voice and the person had just appeared in a flash of light. The man was 
standing behind him in a uniform almost identical to that worn by the 
dead woman sitting in the center chair.

	"Who the HELL are you, and what the fuck do you want? You got 
three damn seconds to answer me, before I make fucking match set out of 
you and the dead bitch over here, got it?" Rico was pissed, no he was 
beyond pissed, he was at psycho killer levels of pure unadulterated 
anger. If he didn't get an answer he agreed with, then he was going to 
tear this smug-looking asshole a new one.

	"My, you are an angry little man aren't you. Well my name is Q, 
and I'm the one who set this all up. You see I'm bored, so I decided to 
play a game. I'm going to send all of you tripping through the multi-
verse, and watch what happens. Originally I planned on sending this ship 
through the multi-verse," He looked around and shrugged. 

	"Well it seems that that plan won't work anymore. But I have a 
feeling that you should do quite well." He smiled at Rico and sat there 
with a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

	"Fuck You." Rico snarled and he let loose with his plasma cannon. 
The huge blob of superheated ionized gases destroyed the area around Q, 
but miraculously Q wasn't even singed.

	"My, you do have a temper. Anyway," He continued as if he was hit 
by a plasma blast every day. 

	"It's time for me to go, and for you to go as well." The ship and 
everyone in it glowed bright white for a second, and then they looked 
outside and they were no longer floating in empty space. Instead Voyager 
and Rodger Young orbited a small gas giant. 

	"You are know orbiting the planet Jue'yre, in the Klingon home 
system. The Klingons are allies of the Federation, and will not be happy 
to see what you've done to the crew of this ship. In two weeks I'll send 
you somewhere else, till then all you have to do is survive, good luck." 
and Q was gone in another flash of light.