The Story So Far...

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    Impersonating a Starfleet Admiral, abandoning her ship the USS Mystic, violating the Temporal Directive, and Grand Theft Starship was what Mysty now faced if she were to encounter an investigating Timeship, but currently she had other problems. Mysty was wearing an Admiral's uniform and standing on a Section 31 Starbase next to a half  Romulan half Vulcan called Talon Tekon the son of Sharek Tekon and Ael Tr'Radiak Tekon the former Captain and Chief Medical Officer aboard the Old USS Mystic. She was currently looking out a window watching the strange ship that brought her here, called the Dragonwraith a half Cardassian Galor half Excelsior hybrid, enter a temporal portal. Mysty looked at Talon, "What do we do now, Captain?"

     As Talon contemplated the decision Mysty's mind replayed the events that brought her here.

 

     Click, thump, and then a muffled pop; was all Mysty heard as she spun her head around to look at Sharek at the Tactical Station, only she didn't see him. Mysty sprang to her feet stepped on the captain's chair and hurdled the tactical station landing beside Sharek's body. Mysty scooped him into her arms as she examined the gunshot wound; Sharek had shot himself with one of the old catridge weapons blowing his brains out. As Mysty looked at the hole she saw nanites reconstructing a Borg implant to fill the hole, Mysty whispered, "I'm so sorry" as she ripped his skull open further locatiing the central processing node. To Mysty's surprise it was fully developed so she pulled it out throwing it in a pocket. Quickly she took Sharek's phaser, stood up and set it to its maximum setting, as she fired she could see the bodies temperature rise and then finally disintegrate; she collapsed sobbing, unable to stop crying her tearless cry, knowing she was now alone.

 

     She knew not, how long she sat there clutching the phaser, with her hands around her legs as she softly sobbed. Her A.I. was offline, the crew was dead or lost across the timestream, and now Sharek Tekon who she though of like a brother was dead. Suddenly she heard a male voice behind her, "Miss, what happened here? Where are you from?"

 

     Mysty looked back at a Bajoran man wearing a late 24th century Starfleet Uniform; the man appeared to be in his late 20's and had Lt pips on his collar. Mysty stood up and brushed off the rank-less 25th century Starfleet uniform, "It's a long story, what year is it Lt."

 

     Lt, "Um, May 27th 2374."

 

     Mysty quickly decided to lie, "I am Admiral Paulson of the USS Mystic. We were in a fight that we barely escaped I will need this ship towed to the nearest Starbase and access to this ship denied to everyone but myself."

 

     Lt, "Ma'am I can have you beamed to the Dragonwraith, immediately, you will have to present this to the Captain." Mysty just nodded and listened as the Lt. gave the order for them to be beamed aboard. Ten minutes later Mysty had repeated what she told the Lt. along with the line 'Any other information in this matter would violate the Temporal Prime Directive; The Human Captain took everything in great stride and agreed to tow the ship back to Starbase 13. As the meeting with the Captain ended Mysty asked, "I am intrigued by your ship, how did you come about creating the Dragonwraith?"

 

     Captain, "Use the computer at my desk and listen to the log I am bringing up, by that time I will have an Ensign waiting to show you to your quarters."

 

     Mysty sat at the Captain's desk and played the following Captain's Log from DS13:

 

 

=/\= DS13 Commander's Log =/\=

 

 Our regular six-month supply ship had just departed when a Cardassion Galor-class came in to test our defenses.  Seeing we had none, the Cardassians attacked; but we managed to get off a distress call.

 

Our supply ship, the U.S.S. Draken, responded to our call for help and slugged it out with the enemy vessel.   We towed the two combatants back to base, and began repairs (that is what we do here).

 

Starfleet didn't seem interested in the captured Galor-class.   They also wrote off the Draken, one of the old Excelsior class, as no more than salvage; I had other ideas.

 

Since some of my best people worked for Chief O'Brien on DS9, they know there way around Cardassian/Federation tech interfaces.   Neither ship was salvageable; so from two hulks, we reconstructed one ship.

 

To honor the crew of the Draken lost in our defense, we have named her the Dragonwraith. 

 

=/\= End Log Entry =/\=

 

     Mysty exited the Captain's Ready Room and followed the Ensign to her assigned temporary quarters. Once inside Mysty interfaced with the computer Terminal there finding out as much as she could about, the Dragonwraith, DS13, and any possible help she could get here. In the end she found plenty of information, a Starbase no one paid much attention to, and no help in sight.

 

     At the Station Mysty was given one of their finest rooms and offered help in fixing the ship, instead she only allowed them to give her some portable power packs and a few tools. Once ready she was beamed over to the Mystic's Engine Room where she immediately went to the Chief Engineer's Office. There she saw Terminal X powered up and still active. Terminal X, "The Captain had no choice Mysty, he felt himself turning and thought it would delay the process long enough for you to finish the job; you did the right thing."

 

     Mysty, "It still doesn't make me feel better. Terminal, how's my ship?"

 

     Terminal X, "Mysty, there's not much left to save. Many of the systems can be salvaged and possibly repaired but the infrastructure itself is bad."

 

     Mysty, "Is there any way to move you to a different ship?"

 

     Terminal X, "The easiest way is to remove my central core and hook it up to the new Chief Engineer's Station or Main Enguineering Station, my circuitry would then take over and convert the station."

 

     Mysty, "What about the remains left behind here?"

 

     Terminal X, "Without the central core the remains will disintegrate; the Temporal Borg's way of minimizing stolen technology by outside forces."

 

     Mysty, "If I connect to you, can you upload everything I need to know to dismantle everything we can't leave behind due to the Temporal Prime Directive?"

 

     Terminal X, "Certainly that and more, do you have a ship in mind to put everything on?"

 

     Mysty, "For now I will prepare everything to be transported onto the Station's starship the Dragonwraith. When the time is right I will commandeer it and tell them I am leaving the Mystics old hull behind for them to work with while I'm gone. Once I beam everything over we will use a covert subspace carrier wave to contact section 31."

 

     Terminal X, "I have all the necessary information you will need to pull this off ready for upload. My only question is why Section 31?"

 

     Mysty, "There is an Admiral Tekon in Section 31 there, the Captain planned on going to this time period to find out if he was a clone or a future self of that Tekon. I plan on completing the mission and enlisting his aid to get a new ship to attach everything to. If Sharek was a clone I still have his central processing node, it should contain all his memories; hopefully they can create a new Sharek and download them into the new body." Mysty interfaced with Terminal X and received the upload.

 

     Terminal X, "I hope you know what your doing, if a Timeship arrives to investigate its over for both of us."

 

     Mysty, "I got nothing left to lose." As Mysty left the office she set to work on getting the power back up to make the work a little faster. Over the next 6 months Mysty successfully removed and packed everything she couldn't leave behind, including the A.I. chamber, the Avatar setup, both computer cores and finally Terminal's central core.

 

     Mysty went to lie to the base commander, "Sir I will need to commandeer the Dragonwraith to complete my ship's mission. "

 

     Commander, "You want to take our only ship defense from us, how typical of Starfleet Admirals, we should be use to you taking our creations by now."

 

     Mysty, "I will be leaving the remains of the USS Mystic for your crew to repair, fix, or scrap while I'm gone."

 

     The Base Commander's eyes lit up at the promise of a new challenge as he heard this, "Well in that case, I will have command turned over to you for your mission, Admiral."

 

     Mysty, "I must complete the mission alone your crew will have to abandon the Dragonwraith."

 

     The base commander got on the comm system and gave the orders, an hour later Mysty faced the Dragonwraith from a viewport as the Base Commander and the Dragonwraith's Captain saw her off and wished her luck. Once aboard Mysty used the transporters to move everything she had prepared and many items and objects she didn't from the Mystic, leaving behind an empty hull, before heading away from DS13. She travelled till she was out of sensor range and began work on sending the transmission to Sction 31. Finally Mysty set the external comm system to broadcast on a known Section 31 channel, "To all Section 31 ship's I have an urgent message for Admiral Sharek Tekon."

 

     Mysty waited for three days, the entire time she sat in the Captain's chair unflinching until finally she hear a familiar voice behind her, "You have a message for me."

 

     Mysty turned around and looked at a much older Sharek Tekon, "I am about to violate the Temporal Prime Directive but I served aboard a Timeship called the USS Mystic, captained by Sharek Tekon from the 25th century. He died in a fight against a very dangerous enemy we call the Temporal Borg a threat unlike any anyone will ever face. My ship's First Officer was Ariss Zorran... your Ariss Zorran whom you sent into the past when she decided to retire from Section 31, using a temporal pod your research department designed. I am an Avatar of a Federation Starship's Advanced Artificial Intelligence and the only survivor of my ship, my name is Mysty. I realize you may not know what I'm talking about but I have Sharek's DNA code on file and only need to examine yours to find out the truth."

 

     Admiral Tekon was silent for a few moment's, "I will help you how I can, we scanned your ship and verified you are from another time period and that this ship contains matter from multiple such periods. That along with your story and knowledge of section 31 and it's officers leads me to believe you; as for your Sharek I can already tell you he was a clone. We have perfected a cloning process just last month and I was among the volunteers they tested growing matter from. Most likely my DNA was kept on file and a clone created in your time period."

 

     Mysty, "Actually he has your memories as well which means you will actively contribute to this program at some point. I have one last request though I need a Starship, preferable Brand new and close to being finished so I can put what systems I salvaged from my old ship on it and possibly remodel. All I can give you though is the ship I am on now."

 

     Admiral Tekon spoke cold and calmly, "I will get some operatives on that, in the mean time lets head to the Starbase which houses our research department and verify our theories."

 

     Once at the Starbase it was verified that Captain Tekon was a clone and Mysty shared her idea of growing a new Tekon and trying to use the processing node to download Sharek's memories into it. Unfortunely they currently had no way to transfer the data from the node so one would have to be created. Luckily in January of 2375, Section 31 was able to obtain a Sovereign Class Starship Shell with warp core from a building facility under guise of a hijacking. Mysty immediately connected Terminal to the Main Engineering Station and together over the next eight years with Section 31's help, they finished the decks, attached all the systems, switched out the cores, remodeled the ship, and rebuilt the A.I. chambers. By the time the New Mystic was completed and Mysty hooked to it she was notified that the new Sharek Clone was ready and that they had developed and succeeded in downloading his memories from the node and uploading them to the clone.

 

     Admiral Tekon met Mysty at the cloning chamber that currently held the new Sharek Tekon. Mysty looked at the chamber as Admiral Tekon spoke, "He is twenty years younger than when you last saw him, I'm afraid that's all the further we can safely advance age him with our current technology."

 

     Mysty smiled, "All that matters is I have my Sharek back." finally the moment of truth arrived and the pod was opened, the clone was removed and taken to a special medical bay where Mysty sat by the New Sharek's side waiting for him to wake up. Finally Sharek woke up screaming, Mysty calmed him down, explain what had happened, and took him to see the New Mystic currently sitting beside the still unmanned but Section 31 updated Dragonwraith. As they stood there looking at the ship Sharek spoke shocking Mysty, "I don't want to be Captain, I'm sorry Mysty; all I want to do is find Ael, settle down, and raise our son Talon and our daughter Alana."

 

     Before Mysty could respond a strange voice spoke up from behind them, "Perhaps I can help, I am fully trained in all Starfleet departments and know all about both the old Mystic and it's crew." As Mysty and Sharek looked at the man they saw a half Romulan half Vulcan with long Black hair and blue eyes wearing a strange looking uniform. Sharek looking strangly at him spoke up first, "Who are you?"

 

     "My name is Talon Tekon, I'm your son," Talon spoke as silence filled the room.

 

     Finally Mysty broke the silence, "If you are who you say you are what is the full name of your mother and what was the name and fate of the ship's secondary A.I."

 

     Talon stated without pause, "Ael Tr'Radiak Tekon, the secondary A.I.'s name was Dawn recreated on the Mystic by Anthony Damien Tobias and at the end put on the Fey'ri by him before he ran away on the eve of battle; you two also were good friends before they left."

 

     Sharek walked up and hugged Talon tears in his eyes, "Son, seeing you lets me know your mother's alive and give me hope. Where is your mother, I need to go to her?"

 

    Talon  sperated from the hug and frowned, "Sir, I'm afraid that due to circumstances happening during and after completion of Team one's objective; as well as things you have yet to do I can not tell you that due to the Temporal Prime Directive, and your use of the Pi Directive."

 

     Sharek looked at Talon as he backed up to a wall console, "Your definitely my son alright, and if your as knowledgeable of Starfleet as you say you are, you will make the Perfect Captain for the New Mystic. As Talon and Mysty hugged, Sharek stood with his hands behind his back near the console.

 

     Mysty stopped the embrace and turned to Sharek, "I'll miss you Sharek, but if your son will be the new Captain, at least I will still be with family."

 

     Talon, "I'm sure we'll get along great" as Mysty was about to respond Sharek disappeared in a transporter beam. Mysty walked over to the console as saw he configured it to remote beam him to the Dragonwraith. As Mysty made her way back to the window next to Talon. she looked at the Dragonwraith going to warp, "What do we do now Captain?"

 

     As Mysty finished replaying the events that lead her here she heard Talon respond, "Let quickly get to the Mystic and get out of here before they come after you for him stealing their ship."

     Mysty, "How did you get here?"

 

     Talon, "I was sent thru time from the future, I'm sorry but I can't tell you more than that."

 

    Mysty used her link to the new Mystic to beam them aboard, once on the bridge Mysty sat at the Helm and Talon went to Tactical. Talon cloaked the ship as Mysty went to warp and slowly increased to  maximum warp to get back near Earth and away from the Starbase. As they flew Mysty looked back at Talon, "What happened to Alana?"

 

     Talon looked down as he spoke, "I let my guard down for one second and she was gone, disappeared. I know shes alive, we have a temporal mental link that allows us to feel what the other feels and lately she has been frightened and alone."

 

     Mysty, "We'll find her Talon. Now what's your orders?"

 

     Talon walked over to the Captain's chair and sat down, "Lets find ourselves some crew."

 

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