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FarTrek StarScape

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FarTrek StarScape

FarTrek StarScape

Portar, the Benzite scientist, emerged from the turbo lift. He quickly walked around the bridge looking over the shoulders of the on duty crewmen as he evaluated each of their efforts. He passed in front of Captain Dorra d’Hexplora before taking a seat beside her. He leaned towards her and said, “The experiment is ready. It’s time to begin, Captain. May we proceed?”

Portar, the Benzite scientist, emerged from the turbo lift. He quickly walked around the bridge looking over the shoulders of the on duty crewmen as he evaluated each of their efforts. He passed in front of Captain Dorra d’Hexplora before taking a seat beside her. He leaned towards her and said, “The experiment is ready. It’s time to begin, Captain. May we proceed?”

Dorra rose from her command chair and approached the science station. Malcolm Finley, the human science officer, studied the console intently and tapped a few controls. She grasped the back of his chair and leaned towards him. “Portar is ready for us to proceed. What do you think, Mr. Finley? Should we make history and take Portar’s career to the next level?”

He turned to Dorra and said, “I’ve looked over his data. I’m concerned about the radiation levels during the wormhole’s initial formation. We should be able to compensate for it by raising the shields and staying at least 100,000 kilometers from the focal point. Other than that, we are ready to begin Portar’s experiments.” He thrust his fist with thumb extended at her. She nodded and turned from the human science officer.

Portar had been a student of Dr. Lenara Kahn of the Trill Science Ministry. They had worked together in the years following her first attempt to create an artificial wormhole. When she retired from the science ministry, Portar took over her work. He has since refined her techniques and was ready to test his newest hypothesis on creating a stable wormhole capable of sending a ship and its crew safely across the galaxy. The crew of the USS DaVinci was assigned to assist Portar with his experiments and travel through the wormhole once it was determined safe to do so. If successful, it would give the Federation a better understanding of wormhole mechanics and bring the entire galaxy to their doorstep. Years of research and development was finally coming to fruition. His career, reputation, and personal honor were all wrapped up in this one moment. He was eager to begin.

Dorra nodded before she stepped back to the command chair. She sat down and tapped a control to open an intra-ship communications channel. “This is the Captain,” she began. “Yellow Alert. Shields up. We’re just about ready to begin our primary mission. I want everyone to focus on the task at hand. You all know how important this experiment is to the Federation; let’s not do anything to embarrass ourselves.” She closed the channel and watched her crew go about their duties. Turning to her helmsman, she ordered, “Back us off to 125,000 kilometers from the target coordinates.” The helmsman followed her orders.

Jerra Fraps, the Bolian Engineer, announced, “The device is ready to launch.” He turned towards Dorra and waited for her next command. He was eager to get the show on the road as well.

Dorra leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs and arms, and made herself comfortable. With a twist of her head, she nodded to the Benzite scientist beside her and said, “On your command, Portar.”

Portar rose from his seat and breathed deeply from the respirator that he wore on his chest before he began issuing orders. He walked over to a nearby station and said,”Mr. Fraps, launch the device. Ms. Feran, monitor the telemetry and notify me the moment it reaches the designated coordinates. Mr. Finley, charge the gravimetric pulse generator and prepare to initiate the pulse on my command. Yardo, when the pulse is fired, I need you to raise the device’s tetryon containment field.” He smiled as the crew busied themselves with his orders.

Feran called out from behind him, “The device has reached the coordinates and is holding position 125,000 kilometers off the port nacelle.”

“Put it on screen,” Dorra said, sitting up. The view screen changed to display the small tin can as it hung in space. It didn’t look very interesting and wondered how could something so small potentially aid in the creation of something as magnificent as a wormhole. Excitement filled Dorra as she eagerly watched history unfolded before them.

Portar announced, “Initiate phase one.” His practiced smile was betrayed when he began pacing the bridge. “The device should be starting to flood the immediate area with tachyon particles until it reaches a density of approximately 700,000,000 particles per meter.”

“Confirmed,” Feran replied as she monitored the incoming telemetry. “The particle density at the target coordinates will reach optimum in seven seconds.”

It was exactly as Portar predicted. He raised his head a little prouder, his smile widened as he continued to pace between Finley, Feran, and Fraps. It was going to work. It had too. There was too much at stake. He began counting down silently. “Mr. Finley, is the pulse ready? Yardo, stand by with the containment field”

“Yes sir,” they replied almost in unison.

ThreeTwo ... One “Fire the gravimetric pulse,” Portar ordered.

Finley’s finger punched the button that fired the pulse as Yardo activated the device’s containment field simultaneously. Portar held his breath for some sign that his experiment was working, but nothing was happening. He jogged to Feran and looked over her shoulder at the incoming telemetry. “What happened? Was the –“

Suddenly, a brilliant flash of light flooded the bridge through the view screen. Portar covered his eyes with his arm as he turned back to it and saw his device emit waves of energy. “Brace yourselves for the shockwave.” On cue the entire ship rocked as the shockwave came in contact with the Da Vinci’s shields. Sparks showered down on them as consoles and panels exploded all around the bridge. It was followed by another flash of light and another and another in quickening succession. It was happening too quickly. Portar grew concerned as he braced for the subsequent impacts. He looked to Dorra for help.

“Back us away,” Dorra ordered. The helmsman responded with a few quick motions and the ship began to back away as several more shockwaves collided with their shields. The bulk head above them collapsed as more sparks rained down and live cables danced like charmed serpents. “Cut power to those conduits before someone gets hurt.”

Fraps did as he was ordered and the live wires went slack.

The light from the device pulsed quicker and quicker until they seemed to merge. The light grew brighter until, the device finally imploded. Another, more severe wave front rushed towards them, transforming space as it traveled. The wormhole opened its massive gullet and annihilated the device at its heart. They had done it.

Portar turned to Finley and asked, “Is the wormhole stable?”

Finley worked the console in front of him, before responding with a huge grin. “It appears so. Congratulations, Mr. Portar. You’ve done it. You’ve created the Federation’s first stable artificial wormhole capable of sending a manned starship to the farthest reaches of the galaxy.

The smile on Portar’s face faltered a moment, before he finally said, “I appreciate the sentiment, Mr. Finley, however, we have not established that it is safe for a starship to enter. The only thing we have successfully accomplished is the creation of the largest wormhole to date. Nothing more.” Finley nodded, turned his back to Portar and rolled his eyes before peering into his scanner.

Portar turned to Mr. Fraps and asked, “Is the probe ready for launch?”

The rotund Bolian pulled up the firing protocols for the class IV probe and ran a quick status check. As he waited for the results, Portar walked over to him. “All systems report ready,” Mr. Fraps replied as he looked up to the Benzite scientist.

Portar smiled, turned and ordered, “Launch the probe!”

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