Starfleet Jedi

Whom Gods Destroy wrote: SCOTT: I gave him the sign. Why didn't he give me the countersign? 

MCCOY: Something's wrong. 

SCOTT: Using the chess problem was the Captain's own suggestion. He couldn't have forgotten it, and I can't believe he was testing me. Lieutenant, re establish communication. 

UHURA: Aye, sir. There's no response, Mister Scott. 

SCOTT: Send an armed detail to the transporter room immediately. 

UHURA: Aye, aye, sir. 

SCOTT: Mister Sulu, what do your sensors show? 

SULU: We can't beam anybody down, sir. The force field on the planet is in full operation, and all forms of transport into the asylum dome are blocked off. 

SCOTT: We could blast our way through the field, but only at the risk of destroying the Captain, Mister Spock and any other living thing on Elba Two. 

MCCOY: How can we be powerful enough to wipe out a planet and still be so helpless?

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GARTH: And so have I been. I have charted more new worlds than any man in history. 

KIRK: And tried to destroy Antos Four. Why? 

GARTH: Well, I could say because they were actively hostile to the Federation. 

KIRK: Yes, you could say, but that would be untrue. 

GARTH: Agreed. Actually they were quite harmless, and they made me whole when I was maimed and dying. And in my gratitude, I offered them the galaxy. They rejected me, and I condemned them to death. 

SPOCK: How could you, a Starship fleet Captain, believe that a Federation crew would blindly obey your order to destroy the entire Antos race, a people famous for their benevolence and peaceful pursuits? 

GARTH: That was my only miscalculation. I had changed. I had risen above this decadent weakness which still has you in its command, by the way, Captain. My crew had not. I couldn't sway them, but my new crew, the men in this room, will obey my orders without question. Gentlemen, you have eyes but you cannot see. Galaxies surround us, limitless vistas. And yet the Federation would have us grub away like some ants on some somewhat larger than usual anthill. But I am not an insect. I am master of the universe, and I must claim my domain. 

KIRK: I agree there was a time when war was necessary, and you were our greatest warrior. I studied your victory at Axanar when I was a cadet. In fact it's still required reading at the Academy. 

GARTH: As well it should be.
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KIRK: Listen to me. This may be our last chance. Garth will destroy all of us unless you help me stop him. And he's using you, you know that, because he wants the power for himself. I brought something that might have cured you, but he destroyed it. If I can get a patrol down, they'd bring more of that medicine and 

(Kirk tries to switch off the forcefield and gets hits for his effort. Garth enters.) 

GARTH: Well done. Well, Captain, you continue to resist. How stupid of you. Put him in that chair right here. I've arranged a small entertainment. I wouldn't want him to miss any of it. Well, Captain, even you must admit that I'm a genius. What you see here is my latest invention. This is an explosive, the most powerful one in history. If I were to drop this flask, the resulting explosion would vaporise this planet. Now do you see why it is ridiculous to resist me? Well, perhaps you require the demonstration I've arranged. Watch closely. 

(Shutters open to show the planet surface on a screen.) 

GARTH: Now, it is true that she is deadly as a poisonous serpent, but she is also a beautiful woman, and you have held her in your arms, Captain. I've ordered my men to drive her out of the protective dome. And, of course, she would choke to death on the outside in minutes. 

(On the screen, Marta is struggling against two figures in environment suits.) 

GARTH: But I've arranged a more merciful end for her because after all, Captain, she is my consort. One tiny crystal implanted in her necklace, a portion of this explosive no bigger than a grain of sand. I propose to detonate it from here. 

(Marta is left alone, choking.) 

GARTH: Poor girl. Poor, dear, suffering child. I will help her now. 

(Boom!)

[Bridge]

SULU: There's been an explosion on Elba Two! 

SCOTT: Point nine five! 

MCCOY: It must've wiped out everything.

Balance Of Terror wrote:KIRK: Both these outposts and this vessel will be considered expendable. Captain out. 

STILES: We know Outpost four has been attacked, sir, so if we intercept Romulans now 

KIRK: After a whole century, what will a Romulan ship look like, Mister Stiles? I doubt they'll radio and identify themselves. 

STILES: You'll know, sir. They're painted like a giant bird-of-prey. 

KIRK: I had no idea that history was your specialty. 

STILES: Family history. There was a Captain Stiles was in the space service then. Two Commanders and several junior officers. All lost in that war, sir. 

KIRK: Their war, Mister Stiles. Not yours. Don't forget it. 

STILES; Yes, sir. 

SPOCK: Outpost two coming into sensor range, Captain. 

KIRK: Outpost 2 was the first to go silent, Lieutenant? 

UHURA: Yes, Captain, then Outpost three an hour later. 

SPOCK: Sweeping the area of Outpost two. Sensor reading indefinite. Double-checking Outpost three. I read dust and debris. Both Earth outposts gone, and the asteroids they were constructed on, pulverised. 

KIRK: Open a channel to our nearest command base. Quarter hour reports on our position and status. 

UHURA: Yes, sir. 

KIRK: Call battle stations, Mister Sulu. 

SULU: Battle stations. All hands to battle stations. Battle stations. Battle stations. All decks acknowledge. All decks acknowledge, sir. All stations show green. 

KIRK: Energise main phasers, Mister Styles. All weapons to full power. 

STILES: All weapons to full power. Phaser control room.

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(The viewscreen shows a man in a wrecked room, surrounded by fires) 

HANSEN [on viewscreen]: Enterprise, can you see it? My command post here. We're a mile deep on an asteroid. Almost solid iron. And even through our deflectors, it did this. Can you see? 

KIRK: Affirmative. You're visual, Hansen. What do you have on the intruder? 

HANSEN [on viewscreen]: No identification. No answer to our challenge. Only a glimpse of it. Then they fired something at us, some form of high-energy plasma. Fantastic power. And then the whole vessel disappeared. But it's out there somewhere. Our sensors show that much. Enterprise, something coming on our viewing screen, coming at us fast.

A Taste Of Armageddon wrote: DEPAUL: All stations reporting. Deflector screens rigged at full power. Phaser crews ready. Sensors reading zero. Correction. Mister Scott. 

SCOTT: Yes, Mister DePaul? 

DEPAUL: Sensor readings just shot off the scale. 

SCOTT: Well, now. They're taking pot shots at us. Holding, Mister DePaul? 

DEPAUL: Screens firm, sir. Extremely powerful sonic vibrations. Decibels eighteen to the twelfth power. If those screens weren't up, we'd be totally disrupted by now.
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KIRK: All that it means is that I won't be around for the destruction. You heard me give General Order Twenty Four. That means in two hours the Enterprise will destroy Eminiar Seven.
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SCOTT [OC]: All cities and installations on Eminiar Seven have been located, identified, and fed into our fire-control system. In one hour and forty five minutes
[Bridge]
SCOTT: The entire inhabited surface of your planet will be destroyed.
[Council Room]
SCOTT: You have that long to surrender your hostages. 
ANAN: What can I do? Somebody, please tell me.

The Doomsday Machine wrote: SCOTT: Ready with the duplicate log, sir. 

KIRK: Go. 

DECKER [OC]: Captain's log, stardate 4202.1. Exceptionally heavy subspace interference still prevents our contacting Starfleet to inform them of the destroyed solar systems we have encountered. We are now entering system L-374. Science Officer Masada reports the fourth planet seems to be breaking up. We are going to investigate. 

KIRK: The fourth planet. Only two left now. Scotty, pull the microtapes from the sensor memory banks and beam them aboard to Spock. I want a full analysis, a complete report of what happened when they went in on that planet. 

DECKER: We tried to contact Starfleet. No one heard. No one! We couldn't run. 

KIRK: What happened to your crew? 

DECKER: Oh, I had to beam them down. We were dead. No power, our phasers useless. I stayed behind, the last man. The Captain, the last man aboard the ship. That's what you're supposed to do, isn't it? And then it hit again and the transporter went out. They were down there, and I'm up here. 

KIRK: What hit? What attacked you? 

DECKER: They say there's no devil, Jim, but there is. Right out of hell, I saw it. 

KIRK: Matt, where's your crew? 

DECKER: On the third planet. 

KIRK: There is no third planet. 

DECKER: Don't you think I know that? There was, but not anymore. They called me. They begged me for help, four hundred of them. I couldn't. I couldn't. (breaks down in tears) 

SCOTT: Captain, Washburn has our report. 

KIRK: Go. 

WASHBURN: We made a complete check on structural and control damage, sir. As far as we can tell, something crashed through the deflectors and knocked out the generators. Somehow the antimatter in the warp drive pods has been deactivated. 

KIRK: Deactivated? Scotty, could some kind of general energy dampening field do that, and would the same type of thing account for the heavy subspace interference?

Obsession wrote: SPOCK: An ounce should be sufficient. We can drain it from the ship's engines and transport it to the planet surface in a magnetic vacuum field. 

KIRK: Contact medical stores. I want as much haemoplasm as they can spare in the transporter room in fifteen minutes. 

GARROVICK: Yes, sir. 

MCCOY: I presume you intend to use that haemoplasm to attract the creature? 

KIRK: We must get it to the antimatter. It seems attracted to red blood cells. What better bait could we have? 

SPOCK: There is still one problem, Captain. 

KIRK: The blast, yes. 

SPOCK: Exactly. A matter-antimatter blast will rip away half the planet's atmosphere. If our vessel is in orbit and encounters those shock waves 

KIRK; A chance we'll have to take, Mister Spock.

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GARROVICK: Just think, Captain, less than one ounce of antimatter here is more powerful than ten thousand cobalt bombs. 

KIRK; Let's hope it's as powerful as man will ever get. Detonator.
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The Immunity Syndrome wrote:
KIRK: Spock, you may have been right. We've lost contact with the Intrepid and we're out of communication with an entire solar system. Any update from Starfleet? 

UHURA: I cannot filter out the distortion, sir. It's getting worse. 

KYLE: Captain, deflector shields just snapped on. 

KIRK: Slow to warp three. 

KYLE: Warp three, sir. 

SPOCK: Indications of energy turbulence ahead. Unable to analyse. I've never encountered readings like this before. 

KIRK: Scanners on. Magnification three on the screen. 

KYLE: Magnification factor three, sir. 

UHURA: Exactly what are we looking for, Mister Spock? 

SPOCK: I would assume that. 

(In the middle of the viewscreen is a black blob.) 

KIRK: What is that? 

CHEKOV: Perhaps an interstellar dust cloud. 

SPOCK: Not very likely, Ensign. 

KIRK: No. You'd be able to see stars through a dust cloud. Looks like a hole in space. Readings, Mister Spock. 

SPOCK: Still not able to analyse, Captain. Sensors are feeding data to the computers now. Whatever this dark zone is, it lies directly in line with the course I calculate for the Intrepid and the Gamma Seven-A system. 

KIRK: Hold present course. Slow to warp one. 

KYLE: Warp factor one, sir. 

KIRK: Mister Chekov, prepare to launch a telemetry probe into that zone. Direct computer feed to Mister Spock. 

CHEKOV: Aye, sir. Probe ready. Switching data feed to library computer. 

KIRK: Launch probe. 

CHEKOV: Probe launched, sir.

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KIRK: This thing has a negative energy charge. Everything seems to work in reverse. We'll use anti-matter. 

SCOTT: Aye, it couldn't swallow that. 

KIRK: Mister Chekov, prepare a probe. Scotty, we'll need a magnetic bottle for the charge. How soon? 

SCOTT: It's on its way, sir. 

KIRK: Mister Chekov, we'll use a timing detonator for the probe. Work out a setting. 

CHEKOV: Aye, sir. 

KIRK: Helmsman, when do you estimate arrival at nucleus? 

KYLE: Seven minutes, sir. 

MCCOY: How close are you going to it? 

KIRK: Point blank range. We'll implant it then back away. 

MCCOY: Why? The probe has a range of 

KIRK: With the eddies and currents in that protoplasm, the probe could drift thousands of kilometres. We must be exactly on target, because we won't have a second chance. Bones, time for another stimulant. 

MCCOY: How long do you think you can keep taking that stuff? It'll blow you apart. 

KIRK: Keep me together for another seven minutes. That's all I need.

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wrote: Q: Where's your stubbornness now, Picard, your arrogance? Do you still profess to be prepared for what awaits you? 

WORF: The Borg ship is re-establishing its tractor beam.

RIKER: Lock on photon torpedoes.

WORF: Yes, sir.

DATA: Without our shields, at this range there is a high degree of probability that a photon detonation could destroy the Enterprise.

RIKER: Prepare to fire.

Inheritance wrote: Captain's log, stardate 47410.2. The Atrean government has requested assistance in averting a natural disaster. Two of their geologists have come aboard, one of whom is a human who has been living on Atrea Four.

[Observation lounge]

JULIANA: Captain, our situation has worsened since my husband and I first contacted you. The molten core of our planet is not just cooling, it's begun to solidify. 

PRAN: Our gravitational field has been affected. Seismic activity has increased by a factor of three. 

JULIANA: If the cooling continues at this rate Atrea will become uninhabitable in thirteen months. 

LAFORGE: We could minimise seismic activity by creating isobaric fissures and relieving some of the tectonic stress, but that would just be a temporary fix. 

DATA: The only permanent solution would be to re-liquefy the core. 

LAFORGE: These pockets in the magma layer, how close are they to the molten region of the core? 

JULIANA: A few kilometres, why? 

LAFORGE: Data, do you think that's close enough for ferro-plasmic infusion? 

DATA: The procedure will involve using the ship's phasers to drill down through the planet's surface into the pockets, where we would set up a series of plasma infusion units. 

LAFORGE: We'll trigger the units by firing modulated energy bursts down through the shafts. 

JULIANA: I see. Injecting sufficient plasma directly into the core should trigger a chain reaction, and that will reliquify the magma. 

DATA: It should be possible to stabilise the core temperature at ninety three percent of normal. 

PRAN: If it works, the core would remain molten for centuries.
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DATA: We will be in position over the drilling site in three minutes twenty nine seconds. 

(Juliana rests her hand on his shoulder) 

DATA: These scans indicate that the magma pockets where we plan to set up the infusion units are somewhat unstable. 

JULIANA: I'm going to monitor the density of the rock layers and adjust the strength of the particle beam as we go. That should minimise the seismic stress that we generate while we're drilling. 

LAFORGE: Data, I reconfigured the phasers to create the most highly focused particle beam possible. 

DATA: Thank you, Geordi. 

JULIANA: I'm just so pleased you've got good manners. It wasn't easy to strike the right balance with your programming. At first you couldn't have cared less about the social niceties like please and thank you. You were downright rude, in fact. 

LAFORGE: Data? That's hard to picture. 

JULIANA: That was nothing to the problems we encountered. Never mind. I don't want to embarrass you. 

DATA: I am incapable of embarrassment. Please continue. 

JULIANA: Well, the one thing we couldn't anticipate was that you didn't seem to mind about being naked. Some of the colonists objected to having an anatomically correct android running around without any clothes on. We asked you to dress, but you didn't feel it was necessary because you didn't suffer from the elements. We actually had to write a modesty sub-routine to get you to keep your clothes on. 

RIKER [OC]: Bridge to Engineering. 

LAFORGE: La Forge here. Go ahead, Commander. 

RIKER [OC]: We've established a synchronous orbit over the drilling site. 

LAFORGE: Phaser modifications are online, sir. 

DATA: My calculations indicate

[Bridge]

DATA [OC]: The first phaser blast will be approximately nineteen seconds in duration. 

RIKER: Acknowledged. 

PRAN: Someone's checked his calculations, of course. 

RIKER: No, but I'm sure Mister Data knows what he's doing. 

PRAN: Even so, he is a machine. Someone should check up on him. 

RIKER: I have complete confidence in Mister Data's ability to check up on himself. Mister Worf? 

WORF: Phasers locked on target. 

RIKER: Fire when ready.

[Engineering]

DATA: We are within two kilometres of the magma pocket. 

JULIANA: Another five seconds should do it. We've broken through.

[Bridge]

WORF: Terminating the beam.

[Engineering]

JULIANA: The pocket seems stable. 

DATA: I detect no increase in the stress levels of the surrounding magma. 

RIKER [OC]: Good work, Data._

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Booby Trap wrote: WESLEY: This was the final battle, wasn't it? 

DATA: Neither side intended Orelious Nine to be the decisive conflict. 

WESLEY: There's not much left, is there. 

DATA: The destruction is remarkable considering the primitive weapons of the period.
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The Die is Cast wrote:TAIN [on monitor]: Since the Jem'Hadar are genetically addicted to a drug that only the Founders can provide, we expect the Jem'Hadar to weaken and die once their supplies of the drug run out. A matter of days by our estimates. However, that will give them enough time to stage some kind of counterattack against the Alpha Quadrant, so I suggest you place the Cardassian fleet on alert. I take this action not in defiance of the Cardassian state, but in defence of it. You in the Central Command have neglected the security of our people and allowed peace with Bajor and the Federation to blind you to the real threat, the Dominion. I intend to remove that threat. Let history be my judge. 

TODDMAN [on monitor]: That message was intercepted by a Federation outpost earlier today. A similar message was sent to the Romulan Senate. Now, both governments are denying any prior knowledge of Tain's plans and calling this a rogue operation. 

BASHIR: Are they going to do anything to stop Tain? 

TODDMAN [on monitor]: Both the Romulans and the Cardassians claim to be studying ways to stop Tain, but we believe that they'll just sit back and wait to see if he succeeds or not. 

DAX: But sir, that could plunge Romulus and Cardassia into war with the Dominion. 

TODDMAN [on monitor]: Only if he fails, Lieutenant. His plan looks like it has a fair chance of success. He's commanding a fleet of twenty ships manned by combat veterans. They know the location of the Founders' homeworld and they've modified their cloaks so the Jem'Hadar can't detect their approach. 

KIRA: It sounds like you're hoping Tain will succeed. 

TODDMAN [on monitor]: I never hope for war, Major. But if it comes, I'd rather see the Dominion on the losing side. However, we have to plan for the worst. Ben, I want you to evacuate DS Nine of all non-essential personnel and put the Defiant on standby alert. Even if Tain succeeds, the Jem'Hadar are going to come screaming out of the wormhole looking for revenge and they may not be too particular who their targets are. 

SISKO: Admiral, we believe Security Chief Odo is aboard one of the Romulan ships. 

EDDINGTON: Odo's message said the runabout had been caught in a tractor beam. That suggests he was captured and taken aboard one of their ships. 

SISKO: I'd like permission to take the Defiant into the Gamma Quadrant and try to determine if he's still alive. 

TODDMAN [on monitor]: I'm sorry about your officer, but there's nothing we can do. I want the Defiant guarding Bajor. That's your top priority. Toddman out. 

(transmission ends) 

SISKO: Commander Eddington, am I correct in assuming that Starfleet is planning to send substantial reinforcements to this sector? 

EDDINGTON: Yes, sir. A task force of nine starships is due to arrive tomorrow. 

SISKO: Nine starships. I want the Defiant prepared to leave for the Gamma Quadrant in two hours. 

EDDINGTON: Sir, Admiral Toddman's orders were quite clear and 

SISKO: I am not going to just abandon one of my officers. Toddman's concerned about the defence of Bajor, and so am I. If we detect a Jem'Hadar strike force heading for the Alpha Quadrant, we'll use the communications relay to warn DS Nine, and we'll do everything we can to stop them before they reach the wormhole. I consider this a volunteer mission, but don't volunteer yet. There's a good chance you won't be coming back from this mission. And even if you do, you'll probably be facing a general court martial. If you do decide to go, be aboard the Defiant at fifteen thirty hours. Dismissed.

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LOVOK: We know that the Founders' planet lies at approximately these coordinates within the Omarion nebula. As you can see, there are no Jem'Hadar bases nearby. This means that even if the Founders did send out a distress call, it would take at least seven hours for any help to arrive. 

TAIN: Our plan is to wait until we've entered orbit of the Founders' planet, then decloak and begin massive bombardment. 

LOVOK: Computer analysis indicates that the planet's crust will be destroyed within one hour, and the mantle within five. 

GARAK: That should more than take care of the Founders. 

TAIN: Yes, it should. Unless they have some planetary defences we don't know about. There is one person here who might answer that question. Mister Odo.

Apocalypse Rising wrote: DAMAR: Personally, I think we'd be better off launching an orbital assault on Gowron's command centre. A full spread of photon torpedoes would take care of him, the Klingon High Command and everyone else within a few hundred kilometres. 

ODO: You should ask Dukat for some shore leave. I think you've been in space too long. 

DAMAR: Why? Because I'm willing to spill a little Klingon blood to get the job done? 

O'BRIEN: Shelling Ty'Gokor won't get the job done. You'd be lucky to launch one torpedo before they shot you down. Besides, even a dozen won't penetrate the shielding around the command centre.

Broken Link wrote: WORF: Garak. Just as I thought. 

GARAK: Don't tell me. I overlooked one of the security monitors. 

WORF: You were trying to override the launch controls for the quantum torpedoes. 

GARAK: I was hoping to gain control of the phasers as well. I just hadn't got around to it yet. Don't you see? We have an opportunity here. A chance to end the Dominion threat once and for all. We have enough firepower on this ship to turn that planet into a smoking cinder. Personally, I think that would be a very good thing. 

WORF: And what about Odo, and Captain Sisko and Doctor Bashir? 

GARAK: They'll die. And once the Jem'Hadar ships realise what we're doing, so will we. But what are our lives compared to saving the entire Alpha Quadrant? 

WORF: We are not here to wage war. 

GARAK: I'm not talking about war. What I'm proposing is wiping out every Founder on that planet. Obliterating the Great Link. Come now, Mister Worf, you're a Klingon. Don't tell me you'd object to a little genocide in the name of self-defence? 

WORF: I am a warrior, not a murderer. 

GARAK: What you are is a great disappointment. 

(They fight. Worf finally gets the upper hand.) 

WORF: You fight well for a tailor.

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Drive wrote: TORRES: There's something odd about the amplitude. 

PARIS: Wait a minute. Dit-dit-dah. That's Morse code! Harry and I use it in the Captain Proton holo programme. 

TORRES: What's it saying? 

PARIS: Fuel converter rigged. Eject. What does he mean by rigged? 

TORRES: The converter's leaking veridium isotopes. 

PARIS: Why didn't the computer warn us?

TORRES: The online sensors have been tampered with. 

PARIS: Can you contain the leak? 

TORRES: Too late. The veridium is already reacting with the warp plasma. 

PARIS: That'll cause a warp core breach. 

TORRES: In less than a minute. 

PARIS: Then do what Harry said. Eject the converter. 

TORRES: It's too late. I have to eject the core.

PARIS: Here? We'll never survive the blast. Neither will anyone else within a million kilometres.

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IRINA: They're moving again. 

KIM: Away from the finish line.

[Delta Flyer]

COMPUTER: Warp core breach in thirty seconds. 

TORRES: Where are we going? 

PARIS: A J Class nebula filled with ionised gas. Should contain the explosion. 

TORRES: I can't get the ejection subroutines online. 

COMPUTER: Warp core breach in twenty seconds. 

PARIS: So, what's your answer? 

TORRES: My answer? 

PARIS: Will you marry me? 

COMPUTER: Warp core breach in fifteen seconds. 

TORRES: You're proposing now? 

PARIS: It's as good a time as any. 

TORRES: Subroutines back online.

COMPUTER: Warp core breach in ten seconds, nine, eight. 

TORRES: Clear!

COMPUTER: Four. 

TORRES: Go!

COMPUTER: Three.

The Omega Directive wrote: TUVOK: Calibration complete. Phase modulator. Detonator circuits? 

KIM: On standby. 

TUVOK: We're ready to load the gravimetric charge. 

KIM: This looks like enough for a fifty isoton explosion. 

TUVOK: Fifty four, to be exact. 

KIM: What are we planning to do, blow up a small planet? 

TUVOK: I don't know. 

KIM: This warhead isn't standard issue. Who designed it, the Captain? 

JANEWAY: Mister Kim, you ask too many questions. Change of plans, Gentlemen. Increase the charge to eighty isotons. 

TUVOK: Aye, Captain. 

JANEWAY: Harry, when you're done here, give B'Elanna a hand with the shuttlecraft. She's reinforcing the hull. 

KIM: Right. Ensign Hickman thinks it's Species eight four seven two. 

TUVOK: Pardon me? 

KIM: That's his theory. There's an opening in fluidic space, and Captain Janeway has to shut it down. Want to know what I think? 

TUVOK: No. 

KIM: I think there's a type six protostar out there, and the Captain's planning on detonating it and opening up a wormhole to the Alpha Quadrant. In theory, it's possible, and because she doesn't want to get our hopes up, she's not telling anybody. 

TUVOK: Then I wouldn't suggest getting your hopes up. 

KIM: Then what do you think it is? 

TUVOK: I do not engage in idle speculation. 

KIM: Come on, Tuvok, aren't you curious? 

TUVOK: Yes, but we have a task at hand. The phase modulator.

Dreadnought wrote:TORRES: The probe was destroyed by an experimental Cardassian weapon from the Alpha quadrant. 

(Paris runs in, late.) 

PARIS: Sorry. 

TORRES: I recognise it's signature because, because I know this weapon very well. Chakotay and I got our hands on it when we were fighting the Cardassians. 

KIM: How did it get here? 

CHAKOTAY: Probably the same way we did. 

TORRES: The last time we saw it, it was heading in the same direction in the Badlands where the Caretaker picked us up. 

CHAKOTAY: Originally the Cardassians sent this thing to destroy a Maquis munitions base. We nicknamed it Dreadnought. It's a self-guided tactical missile carrying a charge of a thousand kilos of matter and another thousand of antimatter. 

TUVOK: Enough to destroy a small moon. 

TORRES: Now add to that one of the most sophisticated computer systems I've ever seen. They made this missile adaptable, evasive, armed with it's own defensive weaponry. In other words, unstoppable. 

NEELIX: So, how did you stop it? 

CHAKOTAY: We didn't. It got through all our defences. Worked like it was supposed to except for one minor detail. It didn't go off. 

TORRES: Leave it to the Cardassians to build such an incredibly advanced tactical weapon and then arm the warhead with an old kinetic detonator. 

CHAKOTAY: The missile skipped off into the atmosphere and quietly went into orbit. 

TORRES: I got inside it and reprogrammed the computer. Hell, I didn't just reprogramme it, I changed it's identity. I made it forget about being Cardassian. Now it was working for the Maquis. 

CHAKOTAY: And we gave it a new mission. To destroy the Cardassian fuel depot on Aschelan Five. But it never made it out of the Badlands. We thought it had been destroyed in one of the plasma storms. 

JANEWAY: So how do we stop this weapon before it causes any more damage? 

TORRES: Dreadnaught masks its warp trail with a randomised EM field, but I can modify our navigational sensors to cut through that. 

PARIS: And what are we going to do with it once we find it? 

TORRES: I get back inside it. I know all the security codes. I installed them myself. 

JANEWAY: Lieutenant Paris can assist you with the navigational sensors. Keep me informed. Dismissed. 

CHAKOTAY: Lieutenant. I expect everyone to show up for meetings on time and properly dressed. 

(Paris nearly says something, then changes his mind.) 

PARIS: Yes, sir.

Lucky wrote:So how many high end "outliers" did I miss?

359 wrote:

Lucky wrote:So how many high end "outliers" did I miss?

It depends on what you qualify as high-end, gigaton+?