The First Strike
Huge cargo containers formed gigantic mountains, and the man was careful to not knock into any of them. Being stored several high, they could do serious injury if they hit a person. He found the container he was looking for, and he opened it after pulling a small device from his pocket. Inside the container was an assembly of parts, and to this he added one more. The device lit up briefly and confirmed everything was in working order. In several days time, there would be an event of such proportions, it would take the entire Federation by surprise and shock. It was the only timed event, it was one of a series planned throughout Federation space. As the man left the cargo bay at Spacedock, he wished he could see the trigger for himself, but knew it would be well recorded to watch later.
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"Attention on deck!" Naomi called. "Lieutenant Commander, get that chest stuck out this moment" and Mezoti stiffened to attention and stuck her chest out. This caused her unrestricted breasts to swing wildly in separate directions, only to fall flat against her chest with a dull slapping sound.
"Yes, Captain" Mezoti giggled. "Aye, Aye, Captain" and Naomi frowned at her.
"Oh that will not do at all" and she pushed her wife face down onto the bed. "I think a little discipline is in order" and, selecting a long and sturdy cane, she gave Mezoti six moderate smacks on the buttocks. "Now, Lieutenant Commander, think about that before you disobey my orders again" and Mezoti nodded carefully. Before Naomi could say a word though, Mezoti used her superior Borg enhanced strength to flip Naomi over so the positions were now reversed.
"Surprise" she laughed, and pointed a phaser at Naomi.
"This is mutiny, Commander Wildman" the trapped woman said.
"Write me up for Court-Martial" Mezoti said, and pressed the phaser between Naomi's legs and turned it on. Instead of shooting out phased energy, the chamber started to vibrate and Naomi started to moan in delight.
"Harder…" she panted. "I… I mean you should let me go, Mister, and I'll press for a light sentence in the stockade" put Mezoti simply increased the speed of the vibrations.
"The stockade?" she wondered aloud. "Being tied up? Now that just makes me as horny as fuc…"
"OH JESUS H CHRIST! TURN IT OFF! TURN IT FUCKING OFF!" shouted a voice. Naomi and Mezoti both started and looked to their right and saw that their computer station was switched on. On the screen were several members of the Starship Development and Test Program. Either they had put up a Jackson Pollack, or some of them had been sick on the walls.
"We can't, Ma'am. The controls have frozen" said a young voice. Starfleet had clearly tried to contact them, but being in the middle of their lovemaking games, neither of the pair had heard the calls. This meant the console operator using the override to activate the screen via remote.
"Hi…" Naomi waved weakly.
"Sorry to disturb you, Ma'am" said the first voice. A fresh faced Lieutenant looked as green as Alteran Whiskey. "But we can't agree on how to go about the test schedule for the Ark Royal" and Naomi sighed both in frustration and orgasm as she had left the 'phaser' inserted between her legs while she took the call.
"I'll be there in a couple of hours. Wildman out" and she cut the screen off.
"Bugger me senseless" Mezoti cursed. Over the years, she had come to know many human curses, plus a couple of Klingon ones to boot.
"Maybe later" Naomi said, carefully removing the phaser shaped vibrator from between her legs. They used the sonic shower to get cleaned up, dressed in their uniforms and then headed out the house to use their own personal shuttle – the Delta Flyer. Over the nineteen years or so since their return to Federation space, the ship had only required the normal overall periods, plus the normal swap out of parts that they had an ample supply of. The only change was that she now retrofitted with a state of the art Klingon cloaking device – a gift from Martok who was in his eighteenth year as leader of the High Council.
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"Now you see the problem that we face, Captain" said the Lieutenant they had spoken to.
"Have you thought about re-routing the energy under the floor?" Naomi asked.
"No…" admitted the officer.
"Kids… Mezoti muttered from her seat. "They never learn" and Naomi rolled her eyes in silent agreement.
"Install extra cables under the flooring on Decks 2, 4, 6 and 8" she said to her staff. "Have them all leading down to the ship's battle bridge. In an emergency situation, it can power up a lot faster, so leave them in after testing is complete" and she glanced at her PADD. "I want the ship ready for her first impulse run by the middle of next week. Ensure that all teams know about this" and after talking about the testing of the Ark Royal, the meeting was over and Naomi and Mezoti went to their quarters aboard the main orbital complex at Utopia Planetia. The testing of the ship had been delayed whilst the lead ship of the class, the HMS Nelson, had the warp nacelles replaced after they were found to be insufficient in handling the stresses caused by Warp travel. The ships of the Nelson class were unique in that they didn't carry the standard USS prefix. A number of Starfleet, mainly the ones coming from the United Kingdom, had argued that most of the fleet's capital ships were named after American vessels, so why not just build a couple with a HMS prefix and be done with it? A compromise had been made where all the outside name plaques were given the standard USS form, but the dedication plaque and everything else would be HMS. Nelson was complete except for its nacelles being changed, Ark Royal was structurally complete, but her warp core had not been powered up yet, and the Falkland Islands was about 45% complete on her space frame. The plan was to take Nelson out for a new test of the nacelles, and then return a few days before Ark Royal was due for her first impulse trial runs. As Naomi and Mezoti relaxed and had a few drinks, things took a turn for the worse.
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"Captain?" called a crewman. "I'm reading a massive power surge in the secondary cargo transfer bay" and the Commanding Officer of Spacedock came hurrying over to the crewman's station.
"Is it an engineering problem?" she asked. "Are the sensors malfunctioning?" but the crewman replied in the negative.
"Scanning now, Captain" and second later gave a string of curses. "Captain, sensors indicate a massive load of torpedoes just went active"
"In there? Shut them down"
"Unable to comply… Captain, there is literally nothing we can do. I estimate seven minutes until detonation"
"Can you beam them out into space?"
"There is some kind of shield in place" and the Captain took the swiftest decision under the circumstances.
"Override bay doors" she ordered. "Clear all starships to depart – forget the thrusters only rule. Launch everything. All hands abandon station! Repeat: all hands abandon station" but it was too little too late. By the time the first ships got to the now fully open bay doors, the torpedoes detonated and ripped off the bottom quarter of Spacedock – containing all of the power generators. With the loss of power, the mighty station began to slip out of orbit and enter the atmosphere.
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"RED ALERT! ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS. RED ALERT! ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS" and the noise of the duty controller's voice yelling, plus the Red Alert klaxon, woke the pair up.
"Wildman to operations. What's going on?" she asked sleepily.
"Captain, somebody just bombed Spacedock. Its on all the fleet channels, plus every news net" the controller said in a panic. Naomi flicked on the holoscreen and watched as the mighty space station fell to the ground.
"Chakotay's ghost" Mezoti breathed.
"Did anybody make it out?" asked Naomi.
"A number of escape pods made it, and a lot of the shuttles and light freighters made it out too, but… the starships are trapped inside. They can't get out the doors because of the tumbling... There are nearly sixty thousand people on that station at the moment, Captain…" the controller broke off into sobs at the images of the bodies being ejected by the secondary explosions – some did not wear suits.
"Crewman!" Naomi said sharply. "Contact all the medical personnel on every ship in the yard, plus those on the yards here and on the ground. Have them beamed directly to the Nelson, Ark Royal and the Trigati. We're going to their aid, Wildman out" and with that, the two women jumped out of bed and put their uniforms on over their… attire. With three ships ready to depart right away, Naomi took command of the Trigati and ordered any other ship capable of flight in the ship yards to clear the dock and make their way to Earth. On her personal authority as a Starfleet Captain, she authorised both the use of Warp drive within the solar system, and breaking the warp 5 limit. Seconds later, they returned to normal space and began emergency rescue operations. Spacedock was still falling into the atmosphere in line with the gravitational constant, and sensors showed trapped people in the thousands of compartments aboard. Quickly sizing up the situation, the newly arrived ships concentrated on rescuing the trapped people and beaming them to safety. The ships trapped in the falling hulk evacuated using the escape pods and their own transporters. Once everybody was off them, computers began aiding in the evacuation by using the transporters themselves.
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They had managed to save about a quarter of the occupants using their rescue methods, plus another couple of thousand off the trapped starships using the escape pods and shuttles. Although it was too large for it to be safely tractored, all the rescue ships used tractor beams to adjust the trajectory of Spacedock so it didn't hit a populated area. It fell into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, and because of the sheer size of it, Naomi was sickened by the knowledge that people had drowned after impact. As it turned out, twelve managed to make it out using the escape pods' remarkable ejection speed, and another four had used a under repair shuttle's emergency transporter to beam to the water's surface.
"I'm going below" she said at last. "You have the bridge, Mr Hastings" and with that, she left the bridge and headed down to the enormous cargo bays which had been set up as makeshift Sickbays. Despite the best efforts of countless officers and crew, there was still an overwhelming smell of sickness and death. A mixture of medical personnel darted about tending to the wounded, and Naomi wondered what had made people bomb a target that was not doing anything hostile. Before they had burned up, Mezoti had beamed aboard some of the floating debris, plus pieces from Spacedock and had set to work in one of the Trigati's laboratories analysing the debris. As it was still unclear if it was an actual bomb or a cloaked ship, the rescue ships remained at Yellow Alert. Naomi wondered the cargo bays offering a few words here and there before heading a the nearest head and throwing up.
"Bridge to Captain Wildman" came a voice.
"Wildman"
"Captain, we have an incoming message from Starfleet Command. Code 47"
"Confirm that Code 47"
"Confirmed Ma'am. What do you want me to do?" Naomi took a moment to think where she was.
"Send it down to Ship's Geo Lab 6" she ordered.
"Aye, Ma'am. Transferring now. Bridge out" Naomi left the head and went next door to take the call.
"This is a Code 47 message. It is not to be repeated to another member of the crew unless deemed absolutely necessary. There will be no record of said transmission" said the computer.
"Understood" Naomi replied.
"Proceed with voice print analysis"
"Wildman, Naomi Samantha. Captain, Utopia Planetia" Naomi spoke clearly and concisely. The screen blinked the security screen a few more seconds before the face of an Admiral Naomi knew well enough appeared. "Admiral Weinberg" she greeted the greying and thinning man.
"Captain Wildman" he replied. "We have conducted an search through all of the records that were transmitted to Starfleet Command by the Spacedock CO before the download went offline. It seems that a number of torpedoes went active before destroying the bottom section – tearing it off completely. We have also gone over the distress beacons sent out by the starships still inside the main dock, and it seems a number of vessels left with secret orders in a period of four hours before the incident" and Naomi nodded.
"Have we had any information as to who might have done this, Sir?" she asked.
"Not yet, but you can be sure that we'll be getting a message of responsibility soon enough. One thing more, Voyager was not among the ships that went down. According to sensor records, a number a people boarded her and told control it was being moved to Utopia for some heavy repairs, but once clear of the dock, it cut its transponder off and warped out of the system. We were going to send out a ship to chase it, but then this all kicked off" and Naomi wondered what somebody would want with a museum vessel.
"What are my orders, Admiral?" she asked.
"You are to take the most badly injured to Utopia for treatment on the base. We've recalled all of our Hospital Ships back to here on the double. Under the circumstances, we can not spare any vessels to go after these missing ships until much later. For all we know, this could be the work of an unknown power. Carry out your orders, Captain"
"Aye, Admiral" and with that the screen blinked off. She sat down on a lab stool and tried to put together why this had happened. She was also concerned about the ships that had been stolen – all top of the line ships by some accounts. "Captain Wildman to bridge" she said, tapping her comm badge.
"Bridge here"
"Set course for Utopia Planetia – maximum warp" Naomi knew that at that speed it was a trip of seconds. It was seconds that could mean life or death for hundreds and thousands of people.
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It was almost 12 hours after the attack when Naomi was able to verify that both Azan and Rebi were safe. She knew they had been on Spacedock overseeing the overall of the Resolute. As soon as she had their location, she sent the Flyer on automatic pilot to pick them up and return them both to the shipyards. There was no news yet from Icheb, but this was most likely because he was beyond real time communication using standard comm systems. Naomi briefly wondered about hacking into the Pathfinder lab, but Reg Barclay was on holiday so she couldn't. The Doctor was on his way back from the Romulan homeworld on a fast shuttle, but he would not be back for several more days.
"We need to go after those bastards" Mezoti said.
"I agree" said Azan.
"As do I" added Rebi.
"But there are no ships capable of being launched" Naomi said. "The Trigati's core was strained by the quick jumping around we were doing, and Nelson isn't in any shape with the nacelles in their condition" she added. The four were in the quarters shared by Naomi and Mezoti, and they watched the reports coming in as the death toll rose ever higher.
"And the Delta Flyer is not able to take on an entire fleet by itself" Rebi said, sipping from his synthale.
"Looks like we'll just have to sit this one out, and wait to see what happens" Naomi said with a trace of anger. She understood though that they had to keep every ship on its patrol route in case of an invasion. If the attack was a prelude to one, then ships pulled from one place could be on a wild goose chase and creating holes for the enemy to get through.
A/N:
The Naomi/Mezoti scene is added at the request of XRaiderV17 who wanted a sex scene back in CIC 2. I hope he likes it, plus another shape a dildo can appear in!
Until Next Time
Regards
Pixel
PS: Thanks for all those who wished me well on my birthday