Episode 24 - 11001001
Stardate: 41364.5.
Earth Standard Date: May 13, 2364.
Location: USS Enterprise-D, Starbase 74, Tarsas System.
Tyson gazed out the expansive windows of Thirteen Forward, watching the Enterprise glide toward Starbase 74. Though he had asked Captain Picard if he could pilot the ship into the dock, Picard briskly declined his request.
The starbase itself was a rarity. One of the few constructed identical to the iconic design of Earth Spacedock. But unlike that station orbiting Earth, Starbase 74 had weapons. Tyson wondered what merited the massive station in this otherwise unremarkable system. His review of the files on Tarsus had revealed nothing extraordinary. The home system of the Bynars, Beta Magellan, lay nearby, but little else of note could be found. On the galactic map, Tarsus occupied an odd position. Looking at a 2d rendering of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, the Federation is near the middle. The Klingon empire sits on the right of the Federation border, with the Romulans above them in the upper right. On the opposite side of the Federation, that's the left, Alpha Quadrant side, pretty much even with where the Romulan and Klingon territories meet is Cardassian territory. Below that are Talarian and Tholians. It seemed excessive to position such a formidable starbase in this relatively quiet corner of space.
The Enterprise was scheduled for two days of resupply, maintenance, and recreation at Starbase 74. Tyson's evaluation with Admiral Jameson and Captain Picard was set for later that day. Draining the last of his drink, Tyson left Thirteen Forward and made for Airlock 5, where the Captain requested his presence to greet the maintenance team.
The doors of Airlock 5 slid open with the hiss of depressurization. Captain Picard and Commander Riker stood at attention as Commander Quinteros strode onto the Enterprise with his team in tow. Flanking Quinteros were two small humanoids, their movements eerily synchronized as they walked in perfect tandem down the corridor. Though diminutive in stature, an air of competence surrounded them. Quinteros wasted no time with pleasantries. "Captain Picard, I trust there have been no issues with the Enterprise's performance?" His voice was crisp and businesslike.
"None whatsoever, Commander," Picard replied smoothly. "The Enterprise continues to exceed expectations. All systems are operating at peak efficiency thanks to the diligent maintenance of my crew."
At this, Quinteros nodded, his stern expression softening almost imperceptibly. "Just as I anticipated. One expects no less from the Federation's flagship." A glimmer of pride shone in his eyes. "As lead engineer, I oversaw the Enterprise's construction."
Riker gestured towards the two humanoids. "And who might these gentlemen be?"
"The Bynars are not gentlemen. They are two halves of a cybernetic whole. Allow me to introduce Zero One and One Zero."
The Bynars inclined their heads in eerie symmetry. Their movements flowed in flawless tandem as though controlled by a single mind.
Picard welcomed the Bynars with a gracious nod. "Your reputation precedes you. I'm very pleased you'll be improving our systems."
"It is an honor to work on such a sophisticated mobile computer," One Zero replied.
"You have forty-eight hours," Picard informed them. "At forty-eight plus six, we have a critical rendezvous at Pelleus Five that cannot be delayed."
"We anticipated more time."
Picard lifted an apologetic eyebrow. "My apologies. This mission is time-sensitive. Shall I postpone the work?"
"Unnecessary," One Zero responded at once. "We can complete all tasks within the allotted window."
Quinteros nodded. "They work swiftly. Still, forty-eight hours is ambitious."
"Commander Riker will remain aboard should you require assistance," Picard offered. With an open palm, he gestured towards the young Ensign. "Allow me to introduce Ensign Tyson. He will attend to your needs during your stay."
The Bynars pivoted in perfect unison, facing the group as one. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ensign Tyson," One Zero intoned. Beside him, Zero One inclined his head in silent accord.
Tyson returned a slight bow. Stepping forward, Picard said, "I'm certain Ensign Tyson will provide any assistance you require. Do not hesitate to alert me or Commander Riker if you need additional resources."
"Your offer is most appreciated, Captain," One Zero responded. "We will be sure to relay any needs to the Ensign here."
With a final gracious nod, Picard and Riker departed to allow the Bynars space to begin their work.
As they watched the command duo retreat, Quinteros crossed his arms. "Will that time frame suffice?"
"It will be adequate," Zero One confirmed simply.
Satisfied, Quinteros gave them an approving look before glancing at Tyson. "I anticipate no need to trouble the Captain again before the inspection. Please assist our guests as required, Ensign."
"Of course, Commander," Tyson nodded.
The Bynars silently led the way into the corridor, with Tyson trailing in their wake. He curiously studied their deep integration with technology. Such extensive use of cybernetics was uncommon. The only other close reference that came to mind was… the Borg, but Tyson quickly banished the dark comparison.
As he followed the pair of Bynars, a second duo emerged to join their precise lockstep. A series of musical beeps flowed between them.
No, not music, Tyson realized. Language.
The Bynar's speech was so rapid and incomprehensible that it seemed like technological telepathy.
On the bridge, Picard observed the Four Bynars gathered before the console. Beside them, Wesley Crusher watched in unconcealed fascination. Riker approached. "Captain, were we not expecting two Bynars for this job?" He gestured towards the additional pair. "Do we know who these others are?"
The response was immediate, the four voices speaking in unison. "Additional units required to complete system upgrades within the allotted timeframe." Their words held an odd cadence, as though the human language did not come naturally. "Increased processing power necessary for efficient system communication."
As the Bynars returned to their work, Riker shot Wesley a questioning look. The acting-Ensign offered a slight shrug, unconcerned by their manner. "Could just be differences in how their species operates, Commander. We can't expect humanoid behaviors from every race."
Tyson, too, harbored doubts about the Bynars. However, he had kept a close eye on them so far. Though engrossed in their work, their focus seemed genuinely fixed on upgrading the ship's systems. Riker turned to Tyson, eyebrows raised in a silent request. Tyson gave a slight, reassuring nod. He would continue monitoring the situation. Despite lingering uncertainty, Riker decided to go for a walkabout to check different departments. He left Wesley in charge on the bridge, instructing him and Tyson to watch the Bynars. As Riker strode off, Tyson wondered what prompted the senior staff to place such trust in Wesley. Was there a reason beyond his competence? Regardless, Tyson maintained his watch.
Later, he followed a pair of Bynars to the holodeck. When they reached the doorway, they began tapping away at the arch console.
Just as they finished, Commander Riker arrived. "Is everything going smoothly?" he asked.
"We are nearly done," replied Zero Zero.
"Maintenance is complete," added One One on Riker's right, matching his partner's cadence.
Riker's eyes narrowed with skepticism. "How much has changed? What exactly did you alter?"
"Enhancements only. Nothing further," One One responded flatly.
Riker watched with growing unease as the Bynars slipped into rapid streams of binary, their voices merging into a chorus of chirps and clicks unintelligible to human ears. They went silent, swiveling to face the first officer with that peculiar synchronized motion. Four voices responded in perfect unison, neither threatening nor reassuring.
"Would you like to try the enhancement?" Zero Zero asked Riker.
The Commander nodded. "All right. What should I choose? Computer, I'd like someplace to play some music. A little atmosphere."
The computer responded with its usual prompt. "Specify."
"Jazz," Riker said after a moment. "Circa 1958."
"Location," the computer requested.
"New Orleans. Bourbon Street Bar, New Orleans. Around two a.m." Riker specified.
"Program complete. Enter when ready," the computer announced.
As the holodeck doors slid open, Tyson stepped into the smoky interior of the jazz club, trailing behind Commander Riker and the two Bynars. His gaze swept over the intimate setting. Dim lights glowed amber against brick walls, casting a moody aura over the handful of tables. A small stage stood at the front, where a baby grand piano and double bass waited empty beside a drum kit.
Riker's face lit up as he strode inside, inhaling the atmosphere. "Very good, very good indeed," he remarked, nodding. He spoke aloud. "Now I'll need someone to play with. A trio. Piano, bass and drums, and a trombone for me."
At his words, three musicians flickered into existence upon the stage. They began running through a series of warm-up scales and riffs, the sweet melody of jazz filling the room.
"Excellent job," he said at last with an approving dip of his head. Yet, the band members alone could not capture the essence he desired. "Now an audience," Riker declared.
Club patrons began materializing at the tables, but the crowd multiplied too quickly, and the space became crowded. Riker held up a hand. "Whoa, too many," he interjected over the din. "I was thinking of something a little more intimate..."
The computer obliged as the holographic audience faded away, replacing the crowd with a single woman. The first rendition was a stunning blonde, but Riker found her presence too distracting for his intended purposes.
"Great job, boys. But, computer, blondes, and jazz seldom go together," he murmured. The holographic image shifted once more, this time revealing a sultry redhead. While her allure was undeniable, she still didn't fit the bill for what Riker had in mind. He looked at the redhead and said, "Now, that is exceptional. But more sultry."
Finally, a beautiful brunette appeared at the bar. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and mischief. She wore a sleek, strap-less dress that hugged every curve, and as Riker approached, she smiled coyly at him. He recognized she was the perfect audience for his private jazz performance. With his characteristic sanguine smile, Riker strolled over to the brunette. His eyes held a playful glint as he straightened his Starfleet uniform with a casual tug. The lone woman had an aura of mystique around her.
"Gentlemen, if this is what you call enhancement, you've got a gift for understatement," he said with a grin.
The woman leaned in closer, her voice low and husky. "You like what you see?" she asked, sipping her glass.
Riker's heart raced as he took in her beauty. "More than words can say," he replied, "What's your name? Tell me you love jazz," Riker said.
"My name is Minuet, and I love all jazz except Dixieland," she replied.
"Why not Dixieland?" Riker asked, intrigued.
"You can't dance to it," Minuet explained.
Riker was entranced. "My girl. What's a knockout like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this?"
"Waiting for you," Minuet said.
"Waiting for me? You can't be serious," Riker said, slightly taken aback.
"Oh yes, Will. I've never been more serious in my life," Minuet responded.
Tyson watched Riker become enthralled by the holographic femme fatale. Their body language exuded mutual attraction, Riker leaning in with rapt focus while Minuet held his gaze with sultry confidence. Glancing around the jazz club, he noted the Bynars had already made themselves scarce. No surprise there. One look at Riker's face told him to make a discreet exit if he didn't want to play the third wheel. With a wry smile, Tyson headed for the holodeck doors, leaving Riker to romance Minuet. If a hologram sparked Riker's eyes, who was Tyson to judge? He'd slept with Vicky, after all.
As he stepped into the corridor, Tyson caught sight of the Bynars huddled around the holodeck control panel. As he opened his mouth to inquire about their work, his combadge chirped. "Captain Picard to Ensign Tyson," came the crisp voice of the Enterprise's commanding officer. "Please join me on the Starbase for a meeting with Admiral Jameson."
Tyson tapped his badge, responding promptly, "On my way, sir."
As he spoke, the Bynar pair hurried off down the corridor. Tyson was suspicious at how quickly they left once he'd announced he would be leaving the ship. He approached the holodeck controls, "Vicky, I need you to figure out exactly what the Bynars did," he said quietly.
His Gray Goo Suit began streaming off him, morphing and shifting as it separated from his body. After upgrading Vicky, all her VIs were integrated into her 'self.' This meant she could split off his Gray Goo Suit, and it retained nearly all the capabilities of her main body, plus the unique facets absorbed by his suit.
Vicky, now embodying the suit, began accessing the holodeck interface. Her fingers flew across the controls with a speed that was difficult for even Tyson, an Augment, to keep up with. At one point, her fingers seemed to liquefy, streaming into the console itself. Tyson recognized it as her using the Jumper's Master Key to break the Bynars' encryption.
In less than a minute, Vicky reported, "They used a pre-created program to create a holodeck character. The encryption was to hide that they accessed crew logs, the Enterprise's manifest, medical records and psyche evaluations, as well as internal sensor data. All were integrated into the holodeck character. The character is currently running on the program within, interacting with Commander Riker. Her name is..."
"Minuet," Tyson finished, the pieces falling into place.
"Right," Vicky confirmed. She added, "After this program is terminated, the character will be wiped from the computer banks. Any of her gathered information, her programming, and any traces of her creation will be wiped with her."
Tyson thought quickly. He remembered this episode, and Vicky's explanation brought the details to the forefront of his mind. Riker falls in love with Minuet, and after this episode, she's never seen again. Now he knew why.
"Okay, here's what I need," Tyson said, formulating a plan. "Create a local Virtual Intelligence. I need you to copy the program, the Minuet personality, and all the data surrounding her. Have the Automated Repair Station immediately begin creating a Soong-type android exactly matching Minuet's physical parameters. Use synth-skin so she looks human."
Vicky processed the request silently as Tyson continued, "Once the Minuet program is terminated, I want all that data integrated into the android. I want an exact duplicate of Minuet, indistinguishable from the program, including her memories."
He paused, considering the complexity of his request. "Can it be done?"
Vicky's response was immediate and confident. "If you had waited until after the program was deleted, no. But I've made all the necessary preparations."
Tyson grinned, relieved. "Great, thanks, Vicky, you're the best."
"I know," she replied with a hint of playful smugness in her tone.
Vicky began to dissolve back into his Gray Goo Suit and flow around him, settling back into place and conforming perfectly to his body. Now, he had a meeting with Captain Picard and Admiral Jameson to attend.
— Star Jumper —
Tyson stepped into the room, the doors whispering shut behind him. He surveyed the scene, taking in the four officers seated at the head of the long table. Admiral Jameson sat front and center, looking far younger than his years. To his right was Captain Picard. Tyson's gaze moved to the two unfamiliar faces flanking them. One man stared back, eyes cold and calculating, his appearance tickling the edges of Tyson's metaknowledge. The woman beside him was an unknown, her stony expression revealing nothing.
"Ensign Tyson," Admiral Jameson beckoned, "please, have a seat."
Tyson obeyed, settling into the chair opposite the imposing quartet and Admiral began the introductions. "You know Captain Picard already, of course. Allow me to introduce Commander Luthor Sloan from Starfleet Intelligence. And Commander Nedar Oh, from Starfleet Security."
Tyson realized this evaluation went far beyond the scope of what he'd expected. The presence of Sloan meant Section 31 had noticed his arrival on the Enterprise. He should have expected as much. He'd already been debriefed by the Department of Temporal Investigations. That alone would have been enough to get him noticed by Section 31.
Admiral Jameson leaned forward, clasping his hands together on the table and drawing Tyson's attention from his thoughts. "Ensign Tyson. You've been summoned here today for an evaluation of your recent activities aboard Starfleet's flagship. Your performance will be assessed by this panel, and appropriate action taken." His eyes glinted. "Let us begin."
"Ensign, let's discuss your arrival on the Enterprise. You were brought to the bridge by the entity known as Q. Shortly after your arrival, you were introduced to the holodeck. It has been reported that recently, you've been able to bring a character named T'Pol, a Vulcan from the NX-01 Enterprise simulation, out of the holodeck. Is that correct?"
Tyson's voice was steady as he responded. "Yes, Admiral. That is correct. However, I would like to provide further clarification. What you refer to as a holodeck simulation was, in fact, an alternate reality. The holodeck was used as a medium of transport, so to speak. T'Pol was able to leave the holodeck because she was not a character but an actual living being from that alternate reality."
Commander Oh was as difficult to read as any Vulcan. Her expression betrayed the slightest hint of skepticism as she interjected. "And where is T'Pol now, Ensign?"
"T'Pol is currently onboard the NX-01 Enterprise, within her original reality," he replied, "She is currently assisting Captain Archer's mission to prevent the Xindi weapon from attacking Earth."
"If what you claim is true, it would have far-reaching implications for our understanding of the universe and the nature of reality. How can you be certain that it was an alternate reality and not just a highly sophisticated simulation?"
Tyson paused, gathering his thoughts. His time with T'Pol taught him that sometimes, the best way to argue with a Vulcan was to present the logical aspects of his argument and let them come to a natural conclusion. "I can understand your skepticism, Commanders. Holodecks can be disorienting and overwhelming, especially for someone from the past, such as myself. The simulations they project are difficult at times to distinguish from reality. But there was evidence that T'Pol was more than a holodeck malfunction. First, as you're aware, holodeck characters are complex creations involving forcefields, replicators, and so on. In certain cases, items such as simple things like paper or objects made through replication can leave the holodeck. A common example is if you went swimming, you could leave the holodeck with wet clothes. Characters, on the other hand, can't leave the holodeck. They're limited to the technology available. Namely, replicators are unable to create living creatures. Subsequently, T'pol couldn't have been a creation of the holodeck as she could leave the ship. Secondly, and equally as telling was that T'Pol had a telepathic presence. Counselor Troi on the Enterprise, a betazoid, can confirm. Telepathy is difficult to measure empirically and can't be mimicked by holography or technology available to the Federation."
Commander Oh asked, "For clarification, was the sentient holodeck character not a product of the Enterprise's computer but a creation of your abilities?"
Tyson mulled over the phrasing for a moment before nodding in agreement with Oh's statement. It wasn't inaccurate. The commander seemed pleased at his response. But the Vulcan equivalent of a displeased look still lingered on her face.
Sloan eyes were sharp with interest as he asked, "What can you tell us about the Q?"
Tyson took a moment, gathering his thoughts. "The Q are an omnipotent and near-omniscient species. Their species are known collectively as the Q Continuum, or perhaps that is the name of the realm they inhabit, I'm not entirely clear on that point. Regardless, they exist in a realm outside our reality. This may be a layer of subspace or a separate dimension." He paused, trying to balance his metaknowledge with what he should know. "If you've read Captain Picard's reports on first contact with Q, he's claiming to judge humanity's worthiness to exist in the wider universe. However, I'd add that there may be another aspect to his interactions. Sometimes, it seems he's just bored and looking for entertainment. Consider that if his accounting of their existence is accurate, If you've seen everything, why not change events a little to see how they play out?"
"You mentioned omnipotence. Can they do anything?"
"In many ways, yes. They can manipulate time, space, and matter with ease. They snap their fingers and make things happen. I'm not sure if this is a product of an inherent ability or technology far beyond understanding."
Commander Sloan nodded, taking in the information. "Thank you, Ensign. Your insight is valuable."
Admiral Jameson continued, "Ensign Tyson, let's move on to the Tsiolkovsky incident. The Enterprise crew was infected by a pathogen that significantly lowered their inhibitions. The pathogen was brought back by an away team you were a member of, from a ship where the pathogen killed all hands. Dr. Crusher's report states that you were the one who provided the cure." He paused, eyeing him intently. "Furthermore, you were instrumental in regaining control of the ship from a rogue crew member under the influence of the pathogen. Is this an accurate account of the events?"
Tyson kept his eyes steady on the Admiral. "Yes, Admiral, your recounting is correct."
Commander Oh raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "According to records, this incident occurred approximately two weeks after your arrival. Your involvement, abilities, and knowledge exceed the expectations of someone in your position. How could you perform these feats, especially shortly after arriving here from the 21st century?"
"Since arriving, I've found I possess unique abilities that have allowed me to tackle situations that others might find impossible. The entity, Q, is the source of these abilities, including having access to a pocket dimension equipped with various facilities. One such facility is an automated Medical Bay. This was the source of the cure for the contagion."
Captain Picard, who had been observing the proceedings, finally spoke up. "Admiral Jameson, I have worked closely with Ensign Tyson since his arrival on the Enterprise. While his abilities are indeed extraordinary, he has consistently demonstrated a commitment to the values and principles of Starfleet. I would add that in addition to Tyson deposing the rogue crewman, the engines of the Enterprise were disabled, and the ship was in danger. Tyson suggested that Lieutenant Commander Data assist in repairing the engineering malfunction. It is an example of his leadership and clearheadedness in a dire situation. I believe he is a valuable asset to our crew, and without his intervention that day, the Enterprise would likely have been destroyed."
Admiral Jameson nodded, his gaze fixed on Tyson. "Very well, Ensign. We will take your testimony and Captain Picard's first-hand observations into account. However, this evaluation is far from over. We have much more to discuss and consider."
Commander Oh's stoic expression slipped at the mention of Data, but she regained her composure before asking Tyson, "It is my understanding that you brought up several protocol suggestions to Captain Picard in the aftermath of this incident. Would you care to elaborate on those?"
Tyson nodded, "There were several breaches of security that should've been impossible if proper fail-safes were in place. First, the away team returned from a mission with an infectious agent. In any situation with infectious potential, the returned crew should be quarantined and observed, with direct site-to-site transportation to sickbay or isolation, if available. Speaking with T'Pol, I've learned this was standard procedure on the NX-01 Enterprise. Perhaps with the advancements in technology, particularly transporters bio-filters, such procedures have fallen by the wayside. However, they still have a place as the Tsilokovsky incident demonstrates. Second, the rogue crewman was able to usurp control of the ship through verbal means, with no command codes needed. That's entirely too easy to exploit and should be fixed immediately. Lastly, certain areas of the ship should be heavily restricted access and have independent forcefields or shielding systems installed. At a minimum, the areas around the matter-antimatter reactor and warp core in Main Engineering. Also, any area storing weapons, including the armories and torpedo storage or torpedo tube access rooms, should be heavily restricted and monitored. While the actions of the rogue crewman put the ship in danger, it wasn't greater than the danger presented by an internal torpedo detonation."
Oh nodded in agreement with each point he made. She made some notes on a PADD.
Admiral Jameson's gaze narrowed as he broached the next topic. "Ensign Tyson, let's discuss the mission to Ligon. The Enterprise was dispatched to obtain the Anchilles Fever vaccine for an outbreak on Styris Four. However, the situation escalated when the Ligonian leader attempted to abduct the Enterprise's security chief. Reports indicate that you intervened, defeating several of their guards in unarmed combat and escaping, opening a portal to the Enterprise in orbit. Having failed to abduct the security chief, the leader of Ligon transported the vaccine, allowing the Enterprise to complete its mission. Is this an accurate account of the events?"
Tyson took a deep breath as he replied, "Yes, Admiral, your statement is accurate. However, I would like to point out that the Ligonian leader attempted to 'steal' Lieutenant Yar. Under their culture, stealing from a superior foe successfully is a great feat, which is why their leader perpetrated the abduction. By interrupting his attempt and returning Lieutenant Yar, I ruined any chances of their leader gaining renown in their people's eyes."
Commander Nedar Oh crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. "Ensign, while your actions may have aligned with Ligonian culture, the Prime Directive is in place to prevent interference with the internal affairs of other civilizations. It is not strictly relegated to technological contamination. Using abilities of unknown origins to thwart the leader of a planet constitutes interference in its internal affairs. You must understand our concern regarding your involvement in this incident."
Tyson nodded, acknowledging the commander's point. "I understand, Commander Oh. However, my actions were taken to protect the lives of a member of the Enterprise's crew and ensure the success of her mission. I did my best to adhere to the Prime Directive, while also preserving the lives of those on Styris Four who were in desperate need of the vaccine and safeguarding the Enterprise crew member who'd been abducted. Also, generally, when a species takes direct, aggressive action against the Federation, does it not forfeit the protection offered by the Prime Directive?"
Admiral Jameson leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Tyson. "Ensign, your actions on Ligon, while commendable, do walk a fine line concerning the Prime Directive. As a Starfleet officer, you are bound by our regulations and principles, regardless of the extraordinary abilities you possess. Part of this evaluation is meant to determine whether you can uphold those principles in the face of the challenges and temptations that your powers present."
Tyson met the Admiral's gaze, "I understand, Admiral."
Admiral Jameson cleared his throat, signaling that he was ready to move on to the next topic. "Commander, we're here to evaluate the actions of Ensign Tyson, not debate the finer points of the Prime Directive. Ligon filed no complaints with the Federation Council through any diplomatic channels, so whatever interference Tyson's actions may have induced have not been considered significant enough to their people to warrant an official response or discourse. As such, I deem Ensign Tyson's actions justified, appropriate, and praise-worthy."
Commander Oh leaned back in acquiescence, allowing the Admiral to continue. "Let's proceed to the next incident under review. Reports indicate that you engaged in combat with Lore, a Soong-Type Android the Enterprise recovered and repaired, who had deceived the crew by impersonating Commander Data." He eyed him carefully, waiting for his response.
Tyson nodded in agreement, paying particular attention to keeping his voice steady. "Yes, Admiral, that is an accurate recounting of the events." He purposefully worded his response to avoid addressing the ending where Lore was teleported away, knowing that it would raise further questions.
"Ensign, can you give us an idea of the capabilities of Lore?" Commander Oh requested.
Tyson took a moment to consider his response before offering a general overview of Soong-Type Android capabilities. "Lore possesses immense strength, as well as agility and speed higher than human norms. While his combat potential is high, his greatest asset is his impressive computational capacity. Lore poses a significant threat to any starship that encounters him due to his immense potential for usurping control of that ship's systems."
Commander Sloan chimed in, his tone grave. "There is a key point left out of the reports. What are Lore's current whereabouts?"
"Lore was destroyed, Commander."
Admiral Jameson continued, "Ensign Tyson, your encounter with Lore demonstrates your ability in single combat. However, I'd like to note for the members of this panel that destroying Lore while tragic to lose such a remarkable individual, prevented the escape of a significant threat to Starfleet."
Tyson nodded, "Thank you, Admiral."
Admiral Jameson regarded Tyson for a moment before continuing with the evaluation. "Very well, Ensign. Let's move on to the next matter at hand, the Enterprise's encounter with a Tarellian vessel en route to Haven. It seems a civilian illegally transported himself to the Tarellian vessel, and you followed him with Captain Picard's blessing. Against all odds, it's reported that you cured the Tarellian Plague. Is this true?"
Tyson considered the Admiral's words. "Admiral, your assessment is partially incorrect. No cure was devised. Like with the Tsilokovsy incident, I brought the Tarellians to my Medical Bay, where they received treatment."
Commander Sloan interjected, "What happened to the Tarellians and their ship?"
"The Tarellians are currently living within my pocket dimension. There, they can live without posing a threat to anyone and avoid being hunted by other aggressive species. I destroyed the Tarellian ship to remove the risk of it being contaminated and spreading the plague."
Admiral Jameson said, "Your actions in dealing with the Tarellians and their plague were commendable, but your dimensional pocket raises further questions about the extent of your abilities and the implications they may have."
Tyson nodded, understanding the Admiral's concerns. "I assure you that I am committed to using these powers responsibly and following Starfleet principles."
Admiral Jameson's voice softened as he brought up the next topic, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "Ensign Tyson, now we come to a matter that is very close to my heart. As you know, I consumed a compound that rapidly de-aged me, destabilizing my DNA. After single-handedly defeating the forces arrayed against us on our mission, you personally healed me with your ability, stabilizing my condition. Then, I was administered treatment within your Medical Bay. First, I'd like to thank you again for giving me my life back. Your actions here are not in question, given that I witnessed them firsthand."
Tyson inclined his head respectfully, acknowledging the Admiral's gratitude. "You're welcome, Admiral. I'm glad I could help."
Commander Oh, intrigued by Tyson's abilities, raised a question. "Ensign, could you explain more about your healing ability? How does it work?"
Tyson took a moment to consider his response before answering. "My healing ability allows me to channel energy to heal damage and remove certain conditions. But in the Admiral's case his body was damaged at the cellular level. I could only stabilize his condition, and repairing his DNA was possible within the Medical Bay."
Commander Sloan, always keen to explore new possibilities, inquired about the potential of de-aging drugs. "Ensign Tyson, do you think it's possible to isolate and replicate the compound that de-aged Admiral Jameson? Or teach your healing ability to others. The medical and scientific implications could be profound."
Tyson shook his head, his voice tinged with regret. "Unfortunately, Commander, I don't possess the requisite medical knowledge to accurately answer that question. Any queries about isolate the compound would be for the Enterprise's chief medical officer, Dr. Crusher. Any questions about the acquisition of the base compound would need to be directed at the Admiral as I am unsure of its origins." He hadn't expected Sloan's second question and hesitantly answered, "It may be possible to teach a small group of others. I can't give an exact time frame, but it would likely take a significant effort."
Admiral Jameson waited, and when no further questions came, he spoke. "Very well, Ensign. Your actions and abilities will be considered as we deliberate on your future within Starfleet."
As this part of his evaluation drew to a close, Tyson knew that his extraordinary abilities and the choices he had made would be scrutinized heavily.
— Star Jumper —
Tyson found himself facing the panel once more. Admiral Jameson started, "Ensign Tyson, the panel has struggled to reach a unanimous decision. We've considered your actions since your arrival, the reports from your superiors, and of course, Captain Picard's testimony." The silence that followed hung heavy in the room, each member of the panel watching Tyson intently.
"Your Starfleet commission clearly denotes your Operations specialties in Communications, Piloting, and Engineering." Jameson continued, "There was one glaring omission in your Starfleet training that became apparent to us."
Admiral Jameson continued, "All graduates from Starfleet Academy who are on the command track must complete a certain test."
Tyson frowned at this, his mind racing. Had they seen through his Perk somehow? But then Admiral Jameson delivered the fateful words.
"The Kobayashi Maru."
The name hung in the air, resonating with a weight that was not lost on Tyson. The Kobayashi Maru, the no-win scenario, the test designed to push Starfleet's finest to their limits. "I'm familiar with the hidtorical significance of the test. But what purpose does the test serve now?" he asked, his brows knitted together in confusion. "We're at peace with the Klingons. The scenario isn't applicable."
"That's a keen observation, Ensign," Commander Luther Sloan said, "However, the Kobayashi Maru isn't solely about the Klingons. It's designed to test your mettle, regardless of who the opponent might be." Sloan leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table in front of him. "The test is updated regularly to reflect the current state of the galaxy. And each time an officer completes it, the scenario is changed. This way, their particular solution can't be repeated."
Tyson nodded, absorbing this new information. "So," he said slowly, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Who else besides Kirk has beaten the Kobayashi Maru?"
Sloan answered, "Montgomery Scott also managed to complete the test," he said. "However, his solution was based on his own hypothesis that had been integrated into the examination. He exploited this hypothesis to complete the exam, but it was later proven false and non-viable in real-world applications. Even though it was judged he did not beat the exam, the test was adjusted to account for the way he'd 'completed' it."
Commander Oh continued, "Lieutenant Commander Mackenzie Calhoun and Commander Quintin Stone are the only two officers who completed the test without resorting to controversial methods like Kirk and Scott. However, each of their solutions was unique, and like all successful resolutions to the test, they led to a reconfiguration of the scenario."
A message crackled through the comm system. "Engineering to Captain Picard. We're getting some very strange readings from the magnetic containment field."
Picard's brow furrowed as he tapped his combadge. "Picard here. What's the situation, Data?"
Before Data could respond, the ship's red alert klaxon blared to life. Data's voice came through again, more urgent this time. "The field is deteriorating. I am initiating Red Alert."
LaForge's panicked voice joined the conversation, "Data, I can't maintain the integrity of the containment field. If the antimatter is released, the ship will be destroyed."
Picard stood, his face a mask of concern. "Mr. LaForge, what options do we have?"
"Nothing I do has any effect," LaForge replied, frustrated. "I'm losing it. Data, I've rechecked every circuit. This is not a misread by the computer."
Data's calm voice cut through the tension. "Computer, situation analysis."
The computer's male voice responded promptly. "Estimate release of antimatter in four minutes eighteen seconds. Seventeen seconds. Sixteen seconds."
Data continued, gravely, "Captain, I recommend we alert starbase. Inform them we are abandoning the ship and initiate an automated sequence for departure. Set course and speed to put maximum distance between the Enterprise and any inhabited planets. Based on all information presently available, the decision is correct."
"Make it so, Commander. I will join you immediately to oversee the evacuation." He swiftly left the meeting to return to the Enterprise.
Data's voice was still projected into the meeting room but was now broadcast throughout the Enterprise. "This is Lieutenant Commander Data speaking for the Captain. Abandon ship. This is not a drill. All personnel. This is not a drill. I say again, abandon ship. All personnel, this is not a drill."
Crew members moved swiftly through the corridors of the Enterprise, some walking briskly while others broke into a run. The computer's voice guided them through the evacuation process.
"Decks two through four to cargo transporters. Decks five through ten proceed to transporters one, two, three, and four. Decks six through sixteen, proceed to transporters five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten."
Admiral Jameson ordered, "Commanders, Ensign Tyson, with me, to the command center."
Tasha and Worf burst through the doors of the Starbase Command Center. Dr. Crusher was already present, her face etched with worry, as she stood next to Commander Quinteros.
Worf's deep voice rumbled through the room. "What's going on?"
Crusher turned to face them, her voice tight. "The Enterprise is being evacuated."
"Why?" Worf demanded, his brow furrowing.
"Some problem in Engineering," Crusher replied, shaking her head.
Tasha's training kicked in immediately. She turned to Worf, her voice sharp and authoritative. "Get a Security team together to oversee the evacuation."
Worf nodded, his response crisp. "Aye, Lieutenant."
The doors hissed open again, admitting Admiral Jameson, Commander Oh, Sloan, and Ensign Tyson. Sloan moved swiftly to a nearby console, his fingers flying over the controls as he patched the comms into the Enterprise's bridge.
Captain Picard's voice filled the room, steady despite the crisis. "Status report."
The Enterprise's computer responded, its female voice eerily calm. "All decks empty."
LaForge's voice crackled through next, "Let's go, Data. We've only got forty-one seconds."
The sound of a turbolift door closing followed, and then silence.
Tension mounted in the command centre as they waited. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours. Finally, a shimmer of light heralded the arrival of three figures. Data, Picard, and Geordi materialized before them.
Worf asked, "Commander Riker?"
Data's head tilted slightly. "No. Is he not here on Starbase?"
Tasha's face paled. "No, we thought-"
LaForge cut her off, his voice rising in alarm. "You mean he's still on the Enterprise?"
Before anyone could respond, Quinteros called out from his station. "The Enterprise's magnetic field is regenerating."
LaForge spun towards him, disbelieving, "Wait a minute. How is that possible?"
Quinteros shook his head, his eyes fixed on the readouts. "Unknown." He paused, then added, "Look. Your ship is almost clear."
All eyes turned to the massive viewscreen dominating one wall of the command centre. The Enterprise slowly backed out of the space doors. For a moment, it hung there, framed against the backdrop of stars. Despite the crisis, Tyson couldn't deny the ship looked iconic, majestic even.
Then, in a burst of light that momentarily outshone the surrounding space, the Enterprise leapt to warp, vanishing from view.
The command centre fell into stunned silence. Everyone stared at the spot where his ship had been moments before, trying to process the unexpected turn of events. Admiral Jameson was the first to speak, breaking the command center's stunned silence, "We need answers, and we need them now. Commander Data, what exactly happened on the Enterprise?"
The android responded immediately, "The situation aboard the Enterprise began with anomalous readings from the magnetic containment field. Despite our best efforts, we were unable to maintain field integrity. The computer estimated antimatter release within minutes, necessitating immediate evacuation."
La Forge, his face creased with worry, suddenly looked up. "Wait a minute. Where are the Bynars? They were working on the computer core when this all started."
Picard's eyes narrowed as he processed this information. "The Enterprise needs to be retrieved or destroyed. We cannot allow the flagship to fall under the control of a hostile power."
Data added, "The Bynars are obviously still aboard. Another Starfleet vessel must be sent to intercept the Enterprise at Bynaus. They might be taking the ship to their home planet."
Quinteros frowned. "What makes you think so?"
"It is the best place for us to start," Data replied matter-of-factly.
Tyson spoke up, "Sirs, let me try."
"Explain," Sloan ordered.
"You wanted me to complete the Kobayashi Maru, the no-win scenario," Tyson said, his gaze moving between Picard, Sloan, and Jameson. "This is a real-life version of that. Let me try to return the Enterprise from its captors."
Admiral Jameson considered Tyson's words, then said, "Commander Quinteros, you have three ships in here. We need one of them now."
Quinteros shook his head. "We're rushing repairs on the USS Melbourne, but it's still eighteen hours until she'll be ready. There's nothing else you can do."
Jameson's gaze shifted to Tyson, weighing his proposal. After a moment of consideration, he asked, "Do you think you can retrieve her?"
Tyson inclined his head in affirmation.
"This isn't the time to gamble," Captain Picard pointed out.
Admiral Jameson nodded, acknowledging Picard's concern. "You're right, of course, Picard," he said, his tone measured. "But do you have a better idea?"
Picard's shoulders sagged slightly as he admitted, "I do not."
Jameson's gaze shifted to Sloan, who stood silently observing the exchange. He inclined his head almost imperceptibly, a subtle gesture that didn't escape the admiral's nor Tyson's notice. "Alright then," he announced, his voice carrying the weight of command. "Ensign Tyson, your mission is to retrieve the Enterprise and return it here to Starbase 74." Jameson continued, addressing Picard directly. "Captain Picard, as Captain of the Enterprise, and she is your ship, you will accompany Tyson." He paused, ensuring his next words were clear. "Since this is his mission, he is the lead. However, the Enterprise is your ship. You, of course, may overrule his decisions if you feel it is in the best interest of your ship and Starfleet as a whole. Commander Sloan and Lieutenant Commander Data will accompany you as your crew and evaluators," Jameson added, gesturing to the two officers. "The Kobayashi Maru is a command test, and as such, you need a crew to command."
Data tilted his head, processing the information, while Sloan remained impassive, his eyes betraying nothing of his thoughts.
Tyson cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the senior officers. "With respect, sirs, I'll now take command. Commander Data, is it safe to assume from all the given information that the Enterprise has been commandeered by the Bynars?"
"Based on the available data, that is indeed the most logical conclusion, Ensign," he replied, his voice calm and measured. "The Bynars were the last non-crew members aboard the Enterprise, and their absence from the starbase corroborates this hypothesis."
"What do we know about the Bynars that would indicate this is a course of action that they would take? They're not a violent species, so they wouldn't need the ship for its firepower. What reason would they have to steal the Enterprise?"
The room fell silent as the officers considered Tyson's questions. Captain Picard, despite his initial reservations, found himself impressed by the young ensign's logical approach to the problem. Data was the first to respond, his positronic brain quickly sorting through relevant information. "The Bynars are indeed not known for violent behavior, Ensign. Their society is heavily dependent on computers, specifically a giant master computer on their home planet of Bynaus. It is possible that their actions are motivated by a technological need rather than any aggressive intent."
Commander Sloan added, "The Enterprise's computer core is one of the most advanced in the fleet. If the Bynars were facing some sort of computational crisis, it might explain their desperate actions."
Tyson nodded, absorbing the information. "So we're potentially dealing with a technologically motivated theft rather than a hostile takeover. That changes our approach significantly. Commander Data, did the Bynars make any unusual requests or show particular interest in any specific systems during their upgrades?"
Data replied, "They were particularly focused on enhancing our computer's processing speed and storage capacity."
Tyson nodded, pieces of the puzzle starting to fall into place. "So we have a technologically advanced species, potentially facing a crisis, who've taken a ship with one of the most powerful computer cores in the fleet."
Admiral Jameson, who had been silently observing the exchange, spoke up. "That's good thinking, Ensign. But remember, speculation will only get you so far. You need a plan of action."
"Yes, sir. Our first priority is to intercept the Enterprise. We need to establish communication with the Bynars and understand their motivations. If we can do that, we might be able to resolve this situation without conflict. According to Commander Quinteros, there are no ships within intercept distance, and the Melbourne isn't spaceworthy."
Captain Picard asked, "Are you capable of opening a portal onto the Enterprise?"
Tyson hesitated, glancing towards Admiral Jameson. "I don't want to pull a Kirk," he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Is using portals cheating? It's beyond what a normal officer would have access to."
Jameson considered the question for a moment before responding. "If you have another means of reaching the Enterprise using available methods, by all means."
Tyson nodded, his decision made. "Alright, let's move. Everyone to the transporter room." As they began to move, he mumbled quietly, "I need you, Vicky. Be ready," seemingly to no one in particular. Upon reaching the transporter room, Tyson took charge and explained his plan to the assembled team. "We're going to split into two teams. Commanders Data and Sloan will transport to Engineering."
He opened a small portal and reached through. He pulled out a belt, holding it up for the others to see. "This is the Adaptive Personal Forcefield," he explained, handing it to Commander Sloan. Since this is a live mission, I'm offering this equipment temporarily to ensure the safety of all involved. This is a personal shield generator. It will take at least three direct phaser shots."
As Sloan strapped on the belt, Tyson continued outlining the plan. "You will teleport into Main Engineering and assess any threats. Set phasers to Stun. Five seconds after you arrive, Commander Data will teleport in. If there are any active hostiles, Sloan will draw their fire, and Data will assist. Then you will assess the status of the Enterprise." He paused, making sure everyone was following along. "Thirty seconds after Commander Data has teleported in, Captain Picard and I will teleport into the turbolift adjacent to the bridge."
Commander Data, ever practical, raised a point of concern. "A sound plan, but the Enterprise is no longer within the system and traveling at high warp. It is outside transporter range."
Tyson nodded, having anticipated this issue. "I possess a Transwarp Beaming Formula that will allow us to transport onto the Enterprise, regardless of her distance, so long as she remains moving at Warp."
Data's yellow eyes flickered as he processed the information Tyson had just shared. "I must point out that such a formula does not currently exist within Federation databases, nor has it been discovered or encountered in any logs."
Admiral Jameson interjected, "I'll allow it," he decided, "so long as everyone participating is willing to do so."
"Has this formula been utilized in live testing previously?" Sloan inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"When the entity, Q, transported me to the alternate past, an experience I detailed in my debriefing with the Department of Temporal Investigations, I used the formula to teleport from Delta Vega onto the Enterprise traveling at high warp through interstellar space. I arrived on the Enterprise's bridge with no complications."
Sloan, familiar with the report, merely nodded in acknowledgment.
"Alright," Tyson said, turning to face the group. "In that case, Commander Sloan, please step onto the transporter pad." He then held out his hand to Captain Picard. "Captain, you'll be with me. Commander Sloan is protected by the Personal Forcefield, and Commander Data will be covered by Commander Sloan. You'll be the most vulnerable of this away team."
Picard's expression remained stoic. "I appreciate your concern, but it is my ship. I accept the risk."
Tyson nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir, but it's unnecessary. I'd like to pass my armor to you."
Picard's eyebrows raised slightly. "What about you?"
"I'm the lowest-ranked member here," Tyson replied matter-of-factly, "thus the most expendable. However, I have another suit of armor as a backup."
After a moment's consideration, Picard acquiesced. "Very well, ensign."
Tyson extended his hand towards Picard. As the captain grasped it firmly, Tyson's Gray Goo Suit began slithering off his body in quicksilver rivulets, enveloping Picard in a second skin of protective nanofluid. The viscous metal flowed across Picard's uniform, hardening rapidly into an intricate web of interlaced scales no thicker than a fingernail.
Simultaneously, Tyson plunged his free hand into a shimmering portal that winked open beside him, reaching into his Personal Reality. He beckoned to Vicky. Though usually humanoid and autonomous, Vicky was a Gray Goo herself, and could willingly reshape herself into a functional Gray Goo Suit. She streamed onto Tyson, wrapping him in a fluid sheath as his original armor migrated to Picard. In moments, the exchange was complete, leaving both men encased in a nano-scale mesh that shifted to match their previous uniforms.
Tyson lowered his hands. "It might not feel like much, but the suit can harden into protective armor and possesses its own personal forcefield."
The officers watched this display of advanced technology. Data tilted his head, clearly intrigued by the process. Sloan's expression remained impassive, but his eyes intently followed with interest.
Tyson took in the assembled team and asked, "Ready?" A chorus of affirmations echoed through the transporter room.
"Initializing transport," Tyson announced. In a shimmer of blue light, Commander Sloan dematerialized from the transporter pad. Without missing a beat, Data stepped forward, taking Sloan's place.
Tyson's voice cut through the tense silence, counting down, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Initializing." Another burst of blue, and Data vanished from sight. He input the new equation, targeting the turbolift outside the bridge. Setting the delay, Tyson joined Captain Picard on the transporter pad. The familiar tingle of the transporter beam enveloped them, and 30 seconds later, they materialized in the turbolift adjacent to the bridge.
Wasting no time, Tyson tapped his combadge. "Commander Data, report."
Data's calm voice crackled through the comm system. "The Enterprise is moving toward the Beta Magellan system at Warp 9. Controls are locked out from Main Engineering, and there are no hostiles. The Bynars are all located on the bridge."
Picard moved to access the turbolift controls. The computer's monotone voice responded, "Bridge access denied."
"They've locked it off," Picard said. "We must find another way to get in." He paused, considering their options. "One of us could beam into the Bridge, but it takes several seconds to materialize. We'd be vulnerable during that period and have to rely on the armor."
"I can override the lockout," Tyson said. He held his finger up to the access panel, forming the Jumper's Master Key. Nanobots streamed from his fingertip into the panel. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the computer's voice reported.
"Bridge access granted."
The turbolift doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the bridge of the Enterprise.
Captain Picard entered first to find the four Bynars lying propped up against each other, appearing unwell. His voice carried a stern yet concerned tone as he demanded, "Why did you steal my ship?"
One Zero managed a weak reply, "Please try to..."
"Help us," finished Zero One.
Before they could explain further, the two Bynars slumped against each other, unconscious once more. Picard's brow furrowed as he considered the unconscious aliens. "They appear to be dying," he said grimly. "Let's see if we can get some answers."
Tyson moved to the navigation console to assess their situation. "We're in orbit around Bynaus." The viewscreen flickered, revealing the Enterprise had entered planetary orbit around Bynaus, the Bynars' homeworld. "Sensors indicate the Bynars' planetary computer is off. All sensors reveal that all of the equipment on the planet is inert. They can neither receive nor send any messages."
Picard's expression grew grave as he processed this information. "What about all the people in that world who are dependent on their computer? What is this all about? Why did they steal the ship and bring it here? What is their purpose?"
Tyson accessed the Enterprise's computer. "Looking through the computer core, it appears they cleared as much space as they could. Captain, it's enormous. Every byte of free space in the computer has been filled." He paused, studying the data intently. "It appears that they must have made a core dump from their world to our computer."
Picard's eyes widened as the realization dawned on him. "Why?"
Tyson continued to analyze the sensor data. "A star in a nearby system went supernova. The electromagnetic pulse from the explosion must have knocked out their main computer."
Understanding washed over Picard's features. "So their only choice was to transfer all the stored information and shut it down until after it passed. And then reactivate their system and transfer the information back to this main computer. The Enterprise has the only mobile computer large enough to handle all that information. So what went wrong? Why are they dying?"
"We were delayed, sir. We arrived at Starbase 74 later than scheduled. We should return the data stored on the Enterprise's computer back to the one on Bynaus."
"I concur. Start the transfer."
The computer's monotone voice responded, "Access denied."
Tyson held his finger up to the console, and the Jumper's Master Key streamed in, a torrent of nanobots flooding the system. The computer's voice rang out once more, "Access granted."
As the Bynars' systems started up, the four aliens began to stir, regaining consciousness. They rose to their feet, speaking in tandem.
"Our world...
...is reactivated.
Our people...
...express their gratitude.
We will return to your starbase for whatever...
...punishment your system requires of us."
Picard's expression softened slightly as he regarded the Bynars. "Why didn't you just ask for our help?" he asked, in a tone that was more understanding than accusatory.
The Bynars conferred amongst themselves for a moment before Zero One responded, "You might have...
...said no.
Our need was too great...
...to risk rejection."
Picard considered their response for a moment. "No one has been hurt. You have achieved your objective. You have your planet back in order. We have our ship."
Tyson reported, "Standing down from red alert. Contacting Commanders Sloan and Data and Starbase 74 to inform them of the situation. Return course to Starbase 74 set, engaging at Warp two."
Tyson found himself deep in thought as the Enterprise cruised back to Starbase 74 at a leisurely warp. The recent meeting with Admiral Jameson and the panel, particularly Commander Sloan, weighed heavily on his mind.
Section 31 had their eyes on him.
If he was already under surveillance, perhaps he could turn this to his advantage. After all, why not gain something from a circumstance that was already in motion? With this thought in mind, Tyson discreetly accessed his system menu, scrolling through the available Drawbacks.
Two options caught his attention, and he weighed the pros and cons. On the one hand, the Drawbacks would grant him additional points for something already happening. On the other, it would intensify Section 31's focus on him, potentially complicating his life. The Drawbacks offered a substantial point boost, but at what cost? Even more pressingly, after preparing to confront D'Lavina, Tyson was extremely low on Character Points. The Reality Points had been rolling in steadily, and he had a surplus of Ship Points. However, the only way to gain Character Points was through Drawbacks.
[+100 CP] Black Coat Society (Drawbacks)
Section 31 is real, and they've suddenly taken a major interest in you. While you're here, Section 31 agents will constantly try to get you to join their organization. It won't matter how many times you say no. They'll keep coming after you like a bunch of yandere stalkers until you agree to join them. They'll never hurt you but expect to be kidnapped or manipulated into doing their dirty work.
[+300 CP] Alien Threat (Drawbacks)
You've been targeted by two incredibly powerful and dangerous intelligence organizations, the Cardassian Obsidian Order and the Romulan Tal Shiar. Both of these organizations have significant authority over their governments, and they will do everything in their power to capture or eliminate you.
Character Points: 550
Tyson confirmed the Drawbacks. He had just willingly placed himself in the crosshairs of not only a secretive Federation organization but also two of the most dangerous alien intelligence agencies in the quadrant. But points were points, and such attentions were likely inevitable.
Tyson stood from the navigation console. "Captain, if you'll excuse me for a moment, there is one final matter I must attend to before we reach the Starbase," he said.
"Of course, Ensign. We'll be docking within the hour."
"Aye, sir. I'll be back on the bridge before you know it."
— Star Jumper —
Tyson entered the holodeck, stepping into the atmospheric Bourbon Street Bar. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and cigar smoke. Jazz music played softly in the background, a melancholic tune that matched the mood of the lone figure hunched over a table. Commander Riker sat alone, his broad shoulders slumped, nursing a glass of amber liquid. The usual twinkle in his eyes was absent, replaced by a distant, forlorn gaze. His fingers absently traced the rim of his glass, lost in thought.
Tyson approached quietly, pulling up a chair at Riker's table. The scrape of wood against the floor seemed to snap Riker out of his reverie.
"She's gone," Riker said. He didn't look up from his drink. "I tried variations of the program. Other girls appeared, but not Minuet."
Tyson nodded sympathetically. "It was all part of the Bynar's programming," he explained gently. "She was made as a distraction for you. Their programming was complex. She was unique. They hacked into all the personnel files and internal sensors to create a woman perfectly suited to you." He paused, letting the information sink in. "But it was all designed with the equivalent of a digital self-destruct command to cover their tracks."
Riker sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging even further. What Tyson said made too much sense. He knew it was true, but the knowledge didn't ease the ache in his chest. "She'll be difficult to forget," he admitted, taking a long swig of his drink and downing the remainder in one gulp.
Tyson leaned forward and smiled. "Luckily, you've got the best Ensign in Starfleet looking out for you."
Riker raised an eyebrow, a flicker of his usual humor returning to his eyes. "Oh? You gonna cheer me up somehow?" He gestured to the piano in the corner. "Maybe you're good on the keys."
Tyson snorted, shaking his head. "I don't think more jazz will cheer you up." A mischievous glint appeared in his eye as he asked, "Commander, did you ever wonder what happened to Lore?"
Riker's brow furrowed, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. He leaned back in his chair, studying Tyson's face. "I hadn't thought about it in a while," he admitted, curiosity creeping into his voice. "But now that you bring it up, you never did explain exactly what happened to the android."
Tyson leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let me tell you about the Star Forge first." Riker raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the sudden shift in conversation. He gestured for Tyson to continue, his earlier melancholy momentarily forgotten. "The Star Forge was an ancient space station. It was created by the Rakata, an incredibly advanced ancient species within the other galaxy I can access. This wasn't just any space station, Commander. It was a factory of unimaginable power and scale."
Riker leaned forward, invested in the story. "What made it so special?"
"It drew energy and matter directly from a star," Tyson explained, his hands moving animatedly as he spoke. "With this power, it could create an endless supply of starships, weapons, and droids. But here's the catch. It was more than just a super-advanced production facility. The Star Forge was imbued with the dark side of the Force."
Riker's brow furrowed. "The Force? Like that power you can use?"
"Exactly. But the dark side corrupted it. The Star Forge didn't just create. It fed on the dark side emotions of its users, amplifying their hatred, fear, and anger. It drove its users further into darkness. It was a tool of ultimate power, but also of ultimate corruption."
"Sounds ominous," Riker said.
"It was," Tyson agreed solemnly. "That's why I had to destroy it. But that's not the interesting part, Commander. The important part is that I didn't just destroy it. I rebuilt it."
"Rebuilt it?" Riker echoed.
"Without the corruption," Tyson quickly added. "I stripped away the dark side's influence, leaving only the incredible technology behind. What remained was essentially that galaxy's most advanced replicator, capable of recreating anything."
Riker sat back, processing this information. "That's... incredible. But what does this have to do with Lore?"
"I'm getting to that. When Lore attacked me, I disabled him and brought him into my Personal Reality. Once the replacement Star Forge was complete, that's where I took Lore."
Riker leaned forward, fully engaged now. "And then what?"
"I had it dismantle him," Tyson said matter-of-factly. "Atomized him, really. But in the process, the Star Forge gained the equivalent of a replicator pattern. A replicator pattern for a Soong-type android."
Riker's eyes widened as understanding dawned. He whispered, "You don't mean..."
Tyson didn't respond verbally. Instead, he waved his hand, and suddenly, a portal appeared next to their table. The holographic bar patrons continued their activities, oblivious to this new development.
Riker stared at the portal, his mouth slightly agape. He could make out a figure on the other side. As he watched, transfixed, the figure stepped through.
It was a tall woman with flowing dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She wore a red dress. But it wasn't her beauty that made Riker's breath catch in his throat. It was her face… a face he thought he'd never see again.
The woman smiled as her eyes locked on Riker's. When she spoke, her voice was exactly as he remembered it. Warm, melodious, with just a hint of playfulness.
"Hello, Will," Minuet said.
Episode: Star Trek The Next Generation - 11001001 Complete!
+200 RP
Reality Points: 1800
— Star Jumper —
Tyson
Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy, Officer
Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)
Character Points: 550, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]
Reality Points: 1800
Ship Points: 2650
Credits: 115,350
Status Effects: (none)
Drawbacks:
Gauntlet (Locked)
Ensign Marty Stu
A Simple Re'Q'uest
Hybrid (Betazoid)
Amok Time/Blood Fever
Outlawed
Divine Voyeur
Perks:
Cosmic Awareness
Out of Nowhere
Going Native
Live and Let Live
This is (Not?) Rocket Science
Kinda Bland
Determinator
Painted On
Snakeskin
Adaptable
Duelist
Master with your Hands
Best of the Best
Everything Is A Weapon
Augment
Force Specialization: Intelligence
Tactical Info
Sever Force
Specialty: Operations; Sub-Specialties (Communications, Engineering, Piloting)
Speedy Promotions
Untainted
Q This
Items:
Laser Blade
Spacesuit
Agony Booth
Cloaking Minefield
Lightsaber
Gray Goo Suit
Transwarp Beam Equation
Iconic Item: Iconic Interceptor
Companions:
(Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Access Key, Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin: Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation, Origin: AI, Origin: Elite, Memory Banks, Social Algorithms, Above Law and Reason, Pedigree, Planetary Domicile, Photonic Rapier, Security Features, Quantum Locked BUS, Adaptive Personal Force Field, False Star Forge.
T'Pol: Access Key, Origin: Rubber Forehead, Origin: Elite, Above Law and Reason, Pedigree, Distinct Feature, Everone Likes Green Chicks, Planetary Domicile, Photonic Rapier, Protector Drones, Space Elf, Space Wizard, Symbol
Personal Reality:
Access Key (Additional Keys, Key Link)
Control Room
Security System
Antechamber
Warehouse
High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic)
Medical Bay (The Nano-Medical Lab, The Bio-Synthesis Lab, Microbiome Replacement Lab, The Counseling Bay)
Housing Complex (Basic Nutrition, Choice Apartments, Who's Got the Powa, Pipes Pipes Pipes)
Playing With Portals (Portal Link, Portal Control Rod, Free Portal, Portal Aperature x4)
The Mystical Menagerie
Guardian's Greenhouse
Ship Sections (Cryo-Chambers)
Personal Mini-Reality (The Village, Wildlife for Your Wild Life, The Meaning of Life)
Spaceships:
Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)
Sith Interceptor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Bridge Upgrade)
Automated Repair Station (Ship Size Rating: IV, Station, Bridge, Space Hulk, Artificial Gravity, Cryo-Chambers, Auto-Repair System, Synapses, Distributed, Automated Ship, Analytic Suite, Docking Port, Transporter Room, Matter Printer, Negentropy Reactor, Deflector Shields, Clarketech Module, Production Lines, Hangar, Cargo Bay, Living Quarters)
Narada (Ship Size Rating: IV, Artificial Gravity, Alcubierre Drive, Auto-Repair System, Exotic Materials (Nanomaterials), Cargo Bay, Hangar, Hyperdrive (Transwarp), Antimatter Reactor, Navigation Suite, Analytic Suite, Deflector Shields, Missiles, Cyber Warfare Suite (Mining Drill)
Interdictor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Ship Size Rating: III, Artificial Gravity, Hangar, Hyperdrive, Fusion Reactor, Navigation Suite, Point Defense, Deflector Shields, Jump Suppression Field, Beam Weapons, Follower Crew)
False Star Forge (Destroyed - Respawn on 05/01/2365) (Ship Size Rating: III, Station, A.I. Core, Entertainment Deck, Exotic Materials: Nanomaterials, Modular, Secure, Nanite Shroud)
Symbol (Ship Size Rating: II, Station, Distributed, Battery Banks, Physical Armor, Beam Weapons, Gravitic Shields, Exotic Materials: Crystal, A.I. Core, Modular, Inertialess Drive)
Iconic Interceptor (Ship Size Rating: IV) (General Upgrades: Articial Gravity, Auto-Repair System, Bridge Upgrade, Modular, Exotic Materials: Nanomaterials, Exotic Materials: Crystal, Secure) (Sections: Cargo Bay, Cryo-Chambers, Hangar, Living Quarters, Production Lines) (Controls: A.I. Core, Distributed, Synapses) (Crew: Follower Crew, Automated Ship) (Propulsion: Alcubierre Drive, Hyperdrive (Transwarp), Hyperdrive, Inertialess Drive) (Reactors: Battery Banks, Fusion Reactor, Antimatter Reactor, Negentropy Reactor) (Sensors: Navigation Suite, Analytic Suite) (Shields: Physical Armor, Point Defense, Deflector Shields, Gravitic Shields, Jump Suppression Field, ) (Utilities: Docking Port, Entertainment Deck, Transporter Room, Clarktech Matter Printer) (Weapons: Beam Weapons, Missiles, Cyber Warfare Suite (Mining Drill), Nanite Shroud)