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>Beach Day, Saturday
>Zeb and RJ knocking on Alyssa's dorm door, extending invite to Sierra, Tista and Elodie
>Dune buggy to beach, surfboards, Zeb and RJ being boys
>earthtogab, Zoldyck, psych0pomp?, Kuro (Suz)

| Two Days Ago - Saturday, September 16th
A loud knock at the door of the shared dorm room, caused Alyssa to nearly jump out of her skin, shooting up in the armchair from the position she had curled up in to do her daily reading. Morning sunlight had perfectly graced the seat she occupied with its warming presence, drawing Alyssa in like a cat. She had happily sunk into between its arms and cushions, contently sitting with her Bible in one hand and a tea in the other. Jumping up from the armchair as another knock echoed from the door, Alyssa pulled it open to find the trio of RJ, Zebulun and Eden waiting on the other side.

Standing with a half-buttoned Hawaiian shirt, RJ had a pair of sunglasses resting atop what looked to be a carefully manicured bedhead while Eden was hanging off of Zebulun's shoulders, the pair of them grinning back and forth at each other. Alyssa had to catch her eyes from wandering as they followed a single bead of sweat rolling down RJ's pecs and towards his abdomen. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry as her cheeks began to feel flushed.

"Hey, Aly!" Zebulun was the first to speak, breaking the silent staring contest between Alyssa and RJ.

"A bunch of us are heading out to the beach, like all of Eclipse is going, along with anyone else that wants to tag along. I'm going to get some killer waves going for us to rip up." He suddenly stopped mid-explanation as he fought to stifle a giggle caused by Eden blowing on his ear lobe.

"You and your dormmates should totally throw on a cute suit and join us!" Eden interjected, resting her head on Zebulun's shoulder. "We already invited everyone in H.E.A.T. from the other Houses."

"I'll have to double-check what I brought!" Alyssa stammered. "I think I brought- no wait that might be too... Oh but there's, no, no, too low cu-" Normally the verbose, she was having a hard time stringing together words as she curtsied slightly towards RJ.

"Always nice to see you Robert Scott."

"Sup Aly?" RJ smiled back, "Did you get a chance to listen to that playlist that I sent you?"

Alyssa felt the tops of her ears turn red. "I did! I especially liked the one by KALEO."

"Which one?" RJ replied, "'I Want More' is such an upbeat and optimistic song, whereas 'I Can't Go On Without You' just embodies the artist's pain and communicates loss even without words. The guitar solo at the two-minute and forty-six-second mark doesn't even need lyrics, you can hear it cry in the chords and the minor progression."

Alyssa looked down at the floor, she hadn't realized there was more than one song by KALEO on the playlist, let alone have gotten any of that out of the songs she had heard. Realizing she still needed to ask the other girls about the beach, Alyssa opted to cover her embarrassment by excusing herself to fetch Elodie, Sierra and Tista.

"Oh sorry, hold that thought, I'll be right back, just want to ask the other girls if they want to come."

Knocking on Sierra's door first, Alyssa didn't hear any noise from inside, which generally speaking meant that Sierra wasn't home. The younger girl, even with her numerous clones, was known for keeping busy at nearly every hour of the day. Moving on to the next room, Alyssa tapped on the door before calling out.

"Hey, Elodie Miller, a bunch of us are going to head out to the beach, did you want to come?"
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Even after three nights in the new bed, Alyssa couldn't fully express just how nice it was to be able to fully stretch out and starfish across the entire queen-sized mattress.

And the closet.

After living out of her suitcases for over a week, it was incredible to slide a door open and see uniforms neatly hung, waiting for her, opposed to folded up in a footlocker at the end of bunk bed.
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-Mistrial, evidence went missing in the DA's office
-Connection to Locke, slice of the power vacuum pie
-Low-tech/homemade gear
-Three Section Staff (Keep the tazer aspect, magnetic joints, but otherwise lose the grapple, spring-loaded parts), Under Wrist Dart Launcher, Collapsible shield on the forearm.
-City Cameras, Little Brother Watching
-A bit of a flashier New Lilith than previous renditions, Neo-Gothic mixed with Cyberpunk
-Locke has been dealt with, Maki and Thomas have left, Sam has left. Just Chuck and Glitch.
-Non-descript car, nothing flashy. Older, but not so old as to draw attention, Honda Accord/Chevrolet Impala/Ford Taurus/Dodge Charge family. Electric/ICE Combination, dual motor. Colour Changing, Multiple License Plates, ability to completely retract plate. Built for speed, not assault.
-Ball Cap, kevlar with a plate insert, retractable mask to allow for further disguise but also blending in with crowds. Hood, trench coat, face mask/scarf. Lots of pockets and triple staff. Modified smartwatch, blue tooth earpieces, remote connection to car and Glitch. Projector on the watch, both for display and infrared keyboard on arm.

>flashback, Thomas stopping Chuck from killing Locke,the result is Locke's bullet ricocheting off of Angel and killing Locke himself.

>flashback of Chuck and Thomas arguing about Chuck's single-minded focus on taking Locke down when there were other ways to protect the city.

"You're going to get all of us killed," Thomas yelled. "You're so focused on taking down Locke that you're neglecting all the good we can do." He produced a folder from his backpack, slamming it down on the table between Chuck, Makarios and himself.

"Lauren Stills mugged and assaulted while we were staking out Locke's casino," Thomas explained pointing to the first case file. "Eduardo Cruz was shot during gang-related violence while we were tracking Locke's limo. Kyle Hitchens, his house was broken into and he was killed during a home invasion while we were watching the Mayor and Locke play golf. This obsession only leads to death."

Thomas reached into his bag and produced one more folder.

"Nathan Brock-"

The name had barely left Thomas' mouth before Chuck sucker-punched him across the face. Thomas didn't react, he took the hit while Chuck cradled his hand. The Enochian's living armour retracted from where it had appeared to defend from Chuck's attack.

"That was ill-advised," Thomas stated dryly.

"You don't get to use Gecko against me."

"His name was Nathan," Thomas snapped back, "Nathan Brock! And he shouldn't have had to pay for your mistakes with his life. Whose life will you use as penance next, are we nothing but meat shields to you and your narrow-minded crusade?" Thomas roared.

"We followed you because you had a plan, you had it all figured out. You brought the Mavericks together. But you're just as lost, just as hopeless as either of us were when we started out. But Maki and I matured while you're still a little boy dressing up in his dad's leather jacket. It's time for us all to move on and end this." Thomas dropped the backpack to the table and turned to leave.

"I quit."

>flashback to Gecko's death as a direct result of Chuck kicking the hornet's nest.

Struggling against the restraints, IllAdvised tried to break the zip ties around his wrists, watching as Tony, better known as the Behemoth towered over Gecko. Cursing himself under his breath, IllAdvised couldn't believe he had fallen for Locke's trap.

"Don't you touch him!" IllAdvised growled, "Come try me for size."

Mirthless laughter matched only by a slow dramatic clap came from the corner. Leaning on his cane as he stood, the wiry figure adjusted his top hat before stepping forward.

"Now, now, IllAdvised, we're all wise to your little trick. Tony takes a swing at you, you suddenly find yourself empowered with his strength and you save the day." A smug grin crossed the slender man's face.

"That won't be happening. No today, you will learn about consequences."

>Present

...And in breaking news this evening, City Councillor Antonio Rodriguez has been acquitted of all charges after crucial evidence was lost leading to a mistrial. Rodriguez had been brought up on three counts of assault, intention to traffic and-

The screwdriver slammed onto the hardwood table situated in front of the television. Outside the penthouse apartment's patio windows, rain streamed down the perfectly kept glass, the city beyond covered in a neon glow, further emphasized by the haze of fog from the passing storm.

Admiring his handiwork, the man flexed the device on his right arm, expanding the collapsible ballistics shield. Snapping it shut, he stood from the couch and approached a bookcase across the open living space of the apartment. Pressing his thumb against the spine of a leather-bound copy of 'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep', an audible click could be heard over the television before the bookshelf swung loose from the wall. Behind the heavy shelving set was a dimly lit room, illuminated solely by a wall of nine monitors, arranged in a tight grid formation.

"Glitch," The man called out as he entered the room. "I need you to access the city's mainframe and hijack any connected street or traffic cameras. Can you run a recognization scan throughout the city for Antonio Rodriguez, please alert me to any facial matches with an accuracy of ninety percent match or greater. I want his location." The man mused, "I think it's time that Mr. Rodriquez make amends for his ill-advised decisions."

"Tonight? Are you sure, boss? Might I remind you that Charles Michaels has a date?" The voice of the female artificial intelligence radiated from within the room.

"I'll need you to cancel it and send my best regards. Send a nice bouquet and make sure we pay for dinner and her car home. Just charge it to the business account." Charles 'Chuck' Michaels replied.

Opening a nearby locker, the man pulled out its contents, beginning to undress before pulling on the outfit inside. A pair of Kevlar motorcycle pants were first before bending over to lace up the pair of composite-toed boots. A weather-resistant hooded shirt was followed by a tactical vest, both of which were layered beneath a long, full-length coat. Fastening the asymmetrical flap of the jacket across his chest, the man placed a reinforced ball cap atop his head before pulling it down to shield his face. Holstering a three-section staff to his thigh, he turned back towards the screens, tightening the straps of his armoured gloves.

"I'm sure Penelope will be disappointed. I don't have any results on Rodriguez, are you sure you want to cancel?"

"The only date I'm attending tonight is the one I have with justice."

"This is why IllAdvised should stay the strong and silent type."

"Criticism noted," Chuck replied as he poured over the monitors, watching the cameras rotating through the numerous city streets.

The purposefully non-descript sedan sat across the street, rain pelting the windshield, obscuring the figure inside. Beneath a ballcap, the man brought a small pair of binoculars up to his eyes, studying the former councillor.
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Location: Mess Hall - Pacific Royal Campus
First Class #2.82: She's A Bit Much
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Previously: An Otter, a Bat and a Moose walk into a Bar...

| Monday, September 18th
Even after three nights in the new bed, Alyssa couldn't fully express just how nice it was to be able to fully stretch out and starfish across the entire queen-sized mattress.

And the closet.

After living out of her suitcases for over a week, it was incredible to slide a door open and see uniforms neatly hung, waiting for her, as opposed to folded up in a footlocker at the end of a bunk bed. The biggest downside to all of this was still having to get up at the crack of dawn.

She was used to it, of course, the Foundation, not to mention her previous boarding schools had a regimented schedule. The best times however had been when she was outside of either institution, and she had been at home in California. Waking up early to catch the morning surf was rejuvenating, far more than the morning tea she was currently enjoying.

Despite the considerable downtown presented after Hyperion's attack, Alyssa had yet to venture across the island to explore the beach beyond the quick glimpse she had gotten from the cove during the funeral. She missed the feel of the Pacific crashing over her. The island had the ocean air, but it wasn't the same as Laguna Beach.

Buttoning up her blazer, Alyssa finished getting ready. Placing her textbooks into her bag, she started across campus towards the Mess Hall, arriving just ahead of a couple of students. Behind her, Layla Schade and Noah Gallager appeared nearly simultaneously before the blonde girl who had been in a wheelchair prior to the events of the Team Swap arrived. Behind Alyssa, another new member of Team Eclipse arrived, looking around briefly before addressing Alyssa.

"Did everyone decide to sleep in today, or am I just early?"

Alyssa giggled at the comment before responding.

"I guess so, perhaps they're not accustomed to the early wake-up time yet? I know a lot of students value their sleep, especially coming off a weekend. I think I do my best thinking in the morning, there's something beautiful about rising with the sun. Especially with a good tea." Alyssa rambled, holding up her own mug, the strong smell of peppermint evident.

"Alyssa Townsend," She added, extending her free hand, "You're Suzanna Poots right? New transfer to the Hyperhuman Enforcement Accelerated Training program? What made you want to change?" Her gaze drifted from Suz, towards the three faculty members, resting particularly on the dishevelled-looking Jim. Her expression soured slightly before turning back to Suz and continuing to speak.

"I know we're not up first for Practical Ability training, but I am hesitantly looking forward to it. I've never been particularly fond of my abilities, but I am looking forward to exploring them in a safe environment. What about you?"
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Location: Mess Hall - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University Campus
First Class #2.90: Nuance or Nuisance?
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Interaction(s): Suzanna Poots - @Kuro
Previously: She's A Bit Much

"Though, I can't imagine needing a practical environment to talk to animals. I already hear plenty of dirty secrets from them on the regular. Some of it is absolutely bewildering, you know?"

"Oh so you're a regular Dr. Dolittle!" Alyssa responded, oblivious to any teasing that Suz might have implied, "I'm actually surprised that you opted to join H.E.A.T. then instead of using your abilities in the veterinary sciences. But I suppose we shouldn't have to be defined simply by our abilities, we were people with hopes, dreams and ambitions before they developed."

Alyssa paused, her brow furrowing slightly before she locked eyes with Suz, Alyssa's blue eyes staring intently into Suz's own brown.

"I'm sorry you have to bear the burden of all those secrets, I'm sure the animals don't actually understand the nuance of human society and why some things should remain private. You should teach them so they don't fall into the trap that is gossip."

Her body language relaxed once again from sincerity and back into the upbeat all too cheery morning demeanour.

"So according to the Lehrer Classification system, that would mean you're an Esoteric Psionic right? Since I assume it's your brain that works differently allowing you to translate the countless different languages of animals. How does that work with those who communicate via pheromones or body language? Is the subtlety lost in translation, or do you have perfect comprehension?" Alyssa stopped suddenly, blinking twice before apologizing.

"I get carried away when I'm excited," She dismissively laughed at herself, "It's just that you have such an interesting ability, Suzie Poots. I could ask you questions all day. But I suppose it's only fair since you 'showed me yours'..." Alyssa's voice trailed off before clearing her throat and continuing.

"Sorry, I just don't have the greatest relationship with my Hyperhuman abilities. I'm still working through accepting myself as even being a Hyperhuman, let alone really embracing my ability." She explained, "My abilities stem from an Esoteric Expulsive mutation, my body produces and expels a bio-metallic liquid which can seemingly harden or remain fluid as dictated. Although so far, I'm not really able to control it and it tends to react more on instinct than by command which really makes it seem like it has a mind of its own. It scared me for a couple of years, scared a lot of people really. Led to some interesting conversations with my more extended family..."

Her voice trailed off again.

"But probably not as interesting as those conversations with the local fauna!" Alyssa exclaimed, her body language suddenly shifting as three other members of their team approached. Eden Sherwood was the first to reach the pair, followed quickly by Zebulun Michaels and lastly, Robert James Scott whom Alyssa smiled at giddily before returning to her conversation with Suz.

"Did you get a chance to meet Eden Sherwood, Zebulun Michaels and Robert Scott yet?" Alyssa asked, introducing the three to Suz. "This is Suzie Poots!" She explained to the three new arrivals.

"RJ," Robert corrected extending a hand towards Suz, "Nice to meet you."
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But I am a kind god, and I want to extend the gift of this power to each and every one of you. Some of you may not survive the process, but for those that do, you are the future of humanity. You are the chosen ones, you are the true children of Hyperion.

Malcolm Withers, Right Hand to Hyperion, quiet reserved man, very cold and calculating. Has the Hyperhuman ability to both kill/heal cells. Has a budding rivalry with Autumn Miracle due to Hyperion's perceived favouritism to her.
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After what was a rather humiliating first impression, the small otter turned around to see if anyone else was watching him before making another attempt at climbing into the bus seat. Claws tore into the leather, but the attempt was successful. Plopping down triumphantly on, Holt tucked his tail around beside his spread legs before reaching into the pocket on his chest and producing a small iPod classic. While he could manage touch screens with the otter claws, they tended to get too scratched up. The iPod Classic on the other hand, while possessing a small screen, though aptly otter sized, also possessed an actual tactile interface meaning small claws could improvise a method of using the device.

As nice as the iPod was, Holt would have killed for pants. The thick fur coat only hid so much and it wasn't like he was proud to go around hanging dong for the world to see. In this form, there wasn't exactly a lot to be proud of. So yeah, pants would have been a welcome change.

His claws were personally crossed for an orange jumpsuit. Orange was definitely in right now.

As for the others, Holt couldn't really care less. He knew what the usual reactions to him were, a pet, a pity party, utter confusion. There was no doubt he was just being shipped off to more of the same. It wasn't like he intended to be trapped in this form. Everything had just happened so fast.

The gunshot.

The crowd.

The kid.

The enclosure.

"Ok. What. The. Fuck?"

And there it was.

"<Hey!>" Holt suddenly squeaked from his seat, perking up to look around at the eclectic group. "<Can any of you superfreaks speak otter?>"

The question was only met with silence.

"<I'd settle for weasel at this point, stoat even? If I had to, I could probably manage a little rat. At least one of you has got to be a rat.>"

Still nothing, just a few bug-eyed stares as meaningless chirps came from the small mammal. Shrugging, or at least approximating the gesture with what mobility was afforded to him, Holt sunk back into his seat and returned to his music.

"<Hey, me again! Can I smoke in here?>" The otter asked, standing up on the bus seat.

"<Silence is compliance, peeps.>" He chattered, reaching once again into the little fur poach and producing a cigarette case, complete with a lighter inside.

"No one is going to say anything? What, does the zoo let out its animals on field trips?"

"<'Sup with'choo, Sugartits?>" Holt asked between drags, nodding his furry chin towards one of the blonde Yorker who had earlier addressed his arrival with an unnecessary expletive. It wasn't like he could drive himself, everyone takes the bus on this trip.

With the bus coming to a halt, they all filed off. Holt made his way to exit, the girl with the wings letting the otter off in front of her with a smile.

"<Thanks, Wings, much appreciated.>"

The trip across on the ferry was uneventful. Holt had wanted to go and do his best 'Titanic' on the bow but got the impression he wasn't allowed to leave his seat. He opted inside to wiggle in place, moving about to his music as obnoxiously as he could without meeting the end of a baton.

Exiting the vessel, Holt made his way inside with the others. His chest pocket was thoroughly violated as he was relieved of his belongings.

"<At least buy me dinner before you finger my pocket.>" He chattered before pushing his way to the front of the small group.

“Fuck you very much, Mister Warden. Shit. I meant ‘thank you.’ Thank you very much, Mister Fuckden.”

Sugartits looked like she was gearing up for a fight. Holt on the other hand let out a sort of chortle, making a small fist and holding out towards Rex while

"<Give me some skin my dude, frikkin' got'em.>"
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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University is a roleplay set in an alternate history where an unprecedented coronal mass ejection led to a global blackout in 1967 that resulted in a fraction of the population developing extranormal abilities. This roleplay focuses on a group of these 'Hyperhumans' and their adventures at the titular school.

You will be playing a new student who is coming to Pacific Royal Collegiate & University for the first time. Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, or P.R.C.U. for short, is an exclusive institution to Hyperhumans located off the Western coast of Canada. Throughout the story, your character will be given chances to grow, develop and ultimately unravel various plots, happenings and even mysteries going on around the school, and its immediate partners.
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Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no one has gone before!
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This city's killing me... I want, I want, I want everything... This city's killing me...
In the Heat of Los Angeles


A crime wave accelerated by the splintering heats leads to a group of young inexperienced vigilantes being drawn together, unravelling a mysterious figure orchestrating the chaos. Can they put aside their differences, learning to work together in order to defeat the villain before the city is consumed?
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Name of Ship:
U.S.S. Stargazer
Home Universe/Name of Franchise:
Star Trek
Ship Class:
Sagan-Class
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Command Cruiser
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Physical Size (roughly):
1774 Feet in Length (540.7 Meters)
720.2 Feet in Width (219.5 Meters)
433.4 Feet High (132.1 Meters)
16 Decks
Armament/Complement (roughly):
10x Type-XII Phaser Arrays
6x Arrays of 100 Emitters
5x Arrays of 50 Emitters
4x Torpedo Launchers
250 Total Payload
100x Photon Torpedoes
100x Quantum Torpedoes
50x Transphasic Torpedoes
Multiphasic Shields
Ablative Generators
Cloaking Device
Shuttlebay with a full compliment including:
1x Type-17 Shuttlecraft and Argo-Type All Terrain Auxiliary Vehicle
2x Type-18H Shuttlecraft
2x Type-9 Shuttlecraft
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History of the Ship:
A universally displaced version of the U.S.S. Stargazer, made up of a time-displaced crew, Q has invented another test for Captain Jean-Luc Picard, this time by pairing in a setting both familiar and unfamiliar with faces both known and unknown. While Captain Picard is pulled from the period prior to his promotion to Admiral, mourning the loss of Data and still reeling from the events of Shizon's attack. Beside him is Seven of Nine, now an enrolled Star Fleet member serving under Captain Cristóbal Rios in no small part due to her own adventures with an older Picard. Mediating the two of them is the wisened and elderly Spock taken from only weeks before his actions would create a new timeline.

Under this bridge crew is a mish-match of Starfleet's most famous and even some infamous members.

Notable Crew:
Captain:
Captain Jean-Luc Picard of 2379

Counsellor:
Ambassador Spock of 238

Command Division:
Command:
Commander Seven of Nine of 2401
Communications:
Ensign Hoshi Sato of 2161
Navigation:
Lieutenant Erica Ortegas of 2259
Tactical:
Captain Worf, son of Mogh of 2385

Operations Division:
Engineering:
Chief Engineer Geordi LaForge of 2366
Sam Rutherford of 2381
Ops:
Lieutenant Commander Data of 2370
Ensign Brad Boimler
Security:
Commander Tuvok of 2381

Science Division:
Medical:
Doctor Joseph M'Benga of 2257
Nurse Christine Chapel of 2259
The Doctor (Emergency Medical Hologram) of 2378
Sciences:
Commander Paul Stamets of 3191

Optional, but helpful:
Unique Technology:
Phasers (10 Phaser Arrays, Type-XII Phaser Emitters)
Transphasic Torpedoess
Photon Torpedoes
Quantum Torpedoes
Ablative Hull Armor
Deflector Shields
Multiphasic Shields
Cloaking Device
Quantum Slipstream and Transwarp Velocities (Warp Factor of 9.9+)
Displacement Activated Spore Hub Drive
Replicators (Food)
Bio-Neural Gel
Holo-Deck
DOT-9s (Repair Drones)

Crew Size:
20 Crew (4 is the bare minimum for a skeleton crew)
450 Enlisted
200 Passengers
In the event of an emergency evacuation, the ship can accommodate up to 7500.

Faction/Operator/Owner:
The United Federation of Planets, Starfleet
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Following our battle with Praetor Shizon and the Scimitar, the Enterprise has taken heavy damages and was towed back to dry dock where it can be properly restored to its proper state. Starfleet Admiralty has put me up for promotion and I've been asked to assist heavily in the ongoing peace negotiations with the Romulan Star Empire. However, I find my heart heavy, still reeling from the loss of my dear friend, Data. In the interim, I've taken some personal time to collect my thoughts while finding a recommendation for the new Captaincy of the Enterprise.

"Tea. Earl Grey. Hot."

The distinguished older man ordered, standing with arms tucked behind his back in front of the replicator inside of his current accommodations. Outside the large bay window, the Enterprise-E was undergoing repairs from its battle with the Scimitar. The Sovereign-Class ship had taken heavy damage following the battle, resulting in being towed back to dry dock by a pair of tugs. Behind the vessel, the blackness of space threatened to engulf both the ship and the station. A void full of distant stars, teeming with strange new worlds, new life and new civilizations.

"Hello, Jean-Luc."

"Can a man not enjoy his tea in peace, Q?" Captain Picard replied, turning to face the human form of the extra-dimensional being.

"You've had quite the week, mon Capitane. Look at the state of your ship and poor Data. I do express my deepest condolences, old friend."

"Q," Picard replied, turning to take a seat on the nearby sofa. "Common courtesy would indicate those are reasons to leave one alone. I don't have any desire to participate in one of your escapades."




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"Sometimes Jean-Luc," Q replied with a devious smile. "An escapade is exactly what one needs. There's nothing helpful about moping around these dark quarters. I happen to know of a situation that could use your expertise."

"Q, I beg of you. Leave me be." Picard protested, "The only situation that I need to tend to at this exact moment is ensuring that I enjoy this beverage before it cools. I am thoroughly embroiled in negotiations with the Romulans. I don't need you to take me halfway across the Delta Quadrant or in 2023 San Fransico."

"Oddly specific mon Capitane, but no, perhaps another time."

"Q, please leave me be."

"Don't worry, Jean-Luc," Q smiled, "When all is said and done. You won't remember a thing."

As Q snapped his fingers, Picard was blinded by a flash of light, his eyes adjusting to find himself on the bridge of an unfamiliar starship. The klaxon blared, sounding an alarm as the ship dropped out of warp, coming alongside a pair of massive vessels. Both were of unfamiliar makes, not belonging to any species that the Captain had come across during his years in Starfleet.

"Helm!" Picard ordered, "Evasive maneuvers!"

The woman seated at the helm looked around frantically at the unfamiliar ship. Her eyes were wide at the new helm and foreign interfaces. She spun around to look at the Captain, the uniform he wore was significantly different from the solid-coloured shirts of the Enterprise Lieutenant Erica Ortegas had been on only moments before.

"Where am I?" Ortegas asked.

"It would appear as though we have been transported onto an unknown starship in an unknown time. Based on the interface before me, it would appear to be a logical update to the LCARS used on the Enterprise. I would wager this vessel is from approximately thirty years into the future."

Picard's eyes were drawn to the familiar voice sitting at the Ops station.

"Data..."

"Speak for yourself," Ortegas replied, "But it is somewhat familiar." She added, maneuvering the ship away from the massive alien craft.

"Picard." A stern voice came from behind the Captain as he turned to see a blonde woman approaching him. He recognized the cybernetics on her face as Borg implants. Picard knew her face, but it took him a second to place her before he remembered her being among Admiral Janeway's crew when they returned from the Delta Quadrant.

"Seven." Picard exclaimed.

"Why are you on my bridge? Where's Rios?" She asked.

"You know this ship then?" Picard replied.

"You're standing on the U.S.S. Stargazer."

"This is not the Stargazer," Picard replied incredulously.

"NCC-82893. It's a legacy of your old command." Seven replied.

"Which explains why Q chose it." Picard mused aloud, "Judging by the bridge crew, Q has also hand-selected several members from across every generation of Starfleet."

"That appears to be a logical conclusion." An older voice interjected as Picard and Seven turned to see a wizened Vulcan enter the bridge.

"Ambassador Spock." Picard explained, "I'm sorry you've been brought into this."

"I find the situation to be entirely fascinating, Captain." Spock replied, "Although, I am particularly puzzled about exactly where we are."

"Commander," Picard turned towards Data. He was exactly as he remembered, although this version of Data was yet to give his life in exchange for the Captain's. Were they in danger of breaking the rules of time travel should they share information about the future or was Q being honest when he said they wouldn't remember any of this once it was resolved?

"Are you able to determine our location?"

"Sir, I am not recognizing any of the stars on this readout, whenever we are, it's in a galaxy far, far away."

"Tactical, take us to Yellow Alert," Picard ordered.

"Right away, Sir." Another familiar voice caused Picard to turn towards a white-haired Worf.

"Mr. Worf," Picard almost smiled upon seeing his friend. "You got old."

"It would appear so," Worf replied.

"Commander," Picard started, addressing Seven before turning to Spock, "Ambassador, I believe Q has transported us here to solve a puzzle, potentially of his own creation. I'd suggest we pull together the senior officers and convene for a plan to proceed."

"In the meantime, perhaps we should," Seven replied, pausing. "Fly casually to integrate with the fleet."

"Lieutenant-" Picard started, looking towards Ortegas.

"Erica Ortegas, sir. You want me to fly casually?"

"Make it so."
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Everything was foreign to Hoshi Sato as she sat at the comms station on the twenty-fifth-century vessel. It was a far cry from the NX-01. This ship was not in need of a translator, she couldn't understand why of all members of Starfleet the extra-dimensional being that had allegedly brought them all together would have chosen her. Universal translators were built into every combadge, and the ship itself was capable of deciphering any xenolinguistic anomaly they might have come up against, so Hoshi was at a loss as to why she had been chosen.

As Ortegas flew the vessel into formation with the rest of the foreign vessels, the comms station suddenly lit up like a Federation Day celebration. Pressing the badge bearing the Federation insignia that was pinned to the unfamiliar uniform, the Ensign mimicked what she had seen the Captain and others who were more familiar with this technology do.

"Captain, I don't mean to interrupt but we're being hailed on multiple frequencies."

Looking around the room, Picard recognized several of the faces before him, though many were either older or younger than he last remembered seeing them. He had already been acquainted with Ambassador Spock and Commander Seven of Nine, but they had quickly discovered that the Stargazer also held a younger Geordi LaForge, fresh off of his promotion to Chief Engineer aboard the Enterprise-D and a recently returned from the Delta Quadrant Commander Tuvok who had also been captured by Q along with numerous lower deck crew persons.

Surveying the assembled senior officers one more time, Picard straightened his uniform with a tug before taking a seat at the head of the table and explaining his encounter with Q before opening the floor to the crew persons.

"I believe it would be best if we went over what we know thus far about our situation." Picard started, "The entity known as Q has standard us in a galaxy, possibly even a reality, very far from our own. This vessel, I believe was chosen due to its legacy and association with me."

"Would it not have made more sense to choose the Enterprise then?" LaForge asked, "If Q could fabricate a starship, or pluck one from another time, why not the Enterprise-D, or even your original command."




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"I believe Q chose this vessel to aid in some sort of situation." Picard replied, "This vessel is equipped with technologies I have never seen before, Seven, this vessel is your current post, correct? Do you have any insight into why Q might have seen it appropriate to put us on this vessel?"

"The Sagan-Class is the first vessel Starfleet built using technology from the Relic, a derelict Borg Cube. However, this particular iteration appears to be modified further. I've noticed that in addition to the ablative hull, there are ablative generators. Ablative generators were a technology employed on Voyager but ultimately abandoned by Starfleet as the Borg assimilated them. I'm not sure why they would be equipped on this vessel."

"Logic would dictate that whatever foe Q has put us up against, perhaps isn't quite as adept at getting around our defenses." Spock suggested.

"I have noticed that the Stargazer is also equipped with a cloaking device and a full payload."

Picard nodded to Worf, before looking around the room.

"Any other specialized systems we should be aware of?"

"Uh actually," A blonde man at the far end of the table interjected, "Hi, Commander Paul Stamets. It would seem your 'Q' has equipped this vessel with a compact version of my Displacement Activated Spore Hub Drive."

Blank stares came from the staff as they looked toward Stamets.

"It's a classified form of instantaneous travel used during the Klingon War."

"Captain, if I may," Spock interjected turning towards Picard. "I served with Commander Stamets briefly. He is telling the truth. His fate and the technology he's describing were classified and buried by Starfleet in the mid-twenty-third-century."

"Captain, I don't mean to interrupt but we're being hailed on multiple frequencies."

"It would seem that our presence here has been noticed. Keep me updated of any further developments. Dismissed," Picard ordered as the senior officers stood and exited back onto the bridge.

"On-Screen, Ensign." Picard commanded returning to the central command chair. There was a brief pause, as Picard turned towards the communications officer only for Hoshi to shake her head before answering.

"Audio only, Captain. One was also sent via a form of text communication."

"How quaintly archaic." Picard mused, "Very well, audio only then, Ensign."

"Playing the message now, Captain."

"This is General Sinnali of the CIS Malevolence II, contacting unknown vessel. Your arrival was unscheduled. Please declare your origination and intent."

Clearly, Q had dropped the Stargazer into an assembly of sorts and this vessel had identified them as out of place. Picard stood still, listening to the tone and weight of each word. There was a definite authority in the woman's words. She was not used to being challenged, nor did she like being caught off guard. Picard could hardly blame her in what appeared to be a tense military situation. It didn't take a keen eye to notice the mish-mash of vessels orbiting the planet below. While there was a clear fleet, there were also several distinguished outliers, this 'CIS Malevolence II' being one of them.

"We also received this from the larger of the two vessels. Putting it on screen." Hoshi stated, bringing Picard's attention back to the bridge of the Stargazer. Moving her hands across the console before her, the Ensign transferred the message onto the view screen.

>TO UNK VESSEL
>SHIPMASTER'S ORDERS: MAINTAIN DISTANCE FROM THE ASSAULT CARRIER "FIRES OF ANTIQUITY"
>SHIPMASTER'S ORDERS: PROVIDE IDENTIFICATION AT ONCE
>IDENTIFICATION AND COMMUNICATION PATTERNS ATTACHED

There was something distinctly alien about the 'Fires of Antiquity'. It reminded the captain of the first time he stared down a Borg Cube.

"Mr. Worf take us to Red Alert. Shields to maximum." Picard ordered, "Lieutenant Ortegas, full reverse. I want some distance between us and those ships." Stepping across the bridge, Picard approached Commander Data all the while keeping an eye on the view screen towards the pair of massive ships.

"Commander, I want a full sweep of both of those ships. Get me everything you can on their weapons, shields and any other relevant systems. I want to know what we're up against."

"Captain, there's another hail, there's something more familiar about this one." Hoshi stated, speaking up as Picard nodded for her to put it through.

"Unidentified vessel, this is Colonel Carter of the U.S.S. George Hammond. Our scans indicate you're not native to this universe however, we weren't expecting you. Do you require any assistance?"

"Lieutenant Ortegas, continue to put some distance between us and the fleet formation, the minute their weapons systems come online, I want you to go to warp." Picard ordered before motioning towards Seven and Spock to join him at the command chair.

"Ensign, open a channel to the U.S.S. George Hammond." Picard requested as Hoshi nodded to let him know the channel was open. "This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Stargazer. We were stranded here by an extra-dimensional being known as Q. Are you the commanding officer here, Colonel?"
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