BY: GLADIATOR
“Keptin!!”
Chekov cried out. “Regula Two is
no longer on our sensors!!”
Captain
Kirk, eyes never leaving the station STILL on the vidscreen swiveled his char,
“Spock?”
The
ambassador was slightly hunched over his viewfinder and feverishly working on
his control panel. “Chekov is
correct Captain. Ship's sensors
show nothing in the space in front of us. However,
we see the Regula station on the monitor, and it is physically there.”
“Spock,”
the Captain held his hands up, “this aberration in space...
Could it also affect time?”
“Very
possible. Without further analysis
from the station's chronologs, it would be impossible to be sure.
I believe what we are seeing is the Regula Station caught between
interphase -- phasing in and out of time and space.
Quite possibly between different multi-verses, even different dimensions.
“This
sounds like the Defiant all over again.“ Kirk seemed to vault from his command
seat. “Bridge to Sickbay, Dr.
McCoy meet us transporter room 3. Chekov,
Mr. Spock, you’re with me.”
McCoy
entered the transporter room with the rest of the landing party, raging wildly.
“You’re not actually going down there are you Jim?”
“We nearly lost you on the Defiant.
There’s no telling what’s going to happen!!”
“Got
a better idea Bones, now’s the time!” Kirk countered. 
The
fearless Captain stepped onto the platform.
“Prepare to Energize.................."
Far
across universe...
The
gulf of blackness, which was the entity, expanded its realm of desolation
without conscious. Like an
incurable plague, uncountable worlds began to fall.
To the entity, their destruction meant nothing more than the swat of
gnats as it infused more and more systems.
Its mass increased beyond comprehension, as it sought to facilitate the
merging of supreme powers with their new dominion. 
“What
do you make of that Paris?” Captain Janeway stood behind the helm console with
one hand on her hip. The entire
bridge crew watched with uncertainty as the amorphous leviathan of darkness
continued to blanket its way through the Delta quadrant.
“Unknown
Captain,” Paris never looked up from his console. His fingers danced over the helm station as schematics ran
across smaller terminals in front of him.
“How
could this.... this... Shadow come
upon us so quickly?” Janeway said aloud hoping someone would have an answer.
“Can we outrun it?” Janeway looked to Tuvok at his science station.
“Negative.
By my calculations the cloud we be upon us in less than 42 seconds.”
“We
need some options everyone!!” Janeway commanded.
It
was Harry Kim who yelled out. “We
have an anomaly Captain, at grid 42 x 8 x 64.
The Shadow seems to be deterred from that region of space...
possibly a worm hole, or other form of rift."
“Any
other options???.........Janeway looked about the Bridge.
“Tom make way for that sector. Maximum
Warp.”
“Aye,
Aye, Captain...” Lt. Tom Paris keyed the navigation sequence into the
computer.
The ship was in for its greatest Voyage yet...
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