The Tides of History redux

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The Tides of History redux

Post by Admiral Breetai » Wed Aug 21, 2019 12:49 pm

Man. so I was originally going to simply continue the story I began writing, six years ago now. But I realized, so much time has passed and so much of the source material has changed and was rewritten while I was on an extended hiatus that the original should stand as a monument more to the settings that were than those that are.

My writing has changed since then as well, hopefully for the better and while the original story got something like twenty thousand or so views, what mattered to me more than anything was that you glorious bastards enjoyed it. So, if there is still interest...I present to you The tides

But this time instead of The battle hardened men of Iron against Vi'retess and his legions of the damned...

It's General Hux trying to run game on the mad preacher while Kylo Ren battles Tideverse Founders.

So...yeah without further adieu.

I bring you, The Tides of History part 1: The oncoming storm.

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Re: The Tides of History redux

Post by Admiral Breetai » Wed Aug 21, 2019 12:52 pm


“We embark today under a veil of secrecy; however, our task is monumental! Humans, Romulan, Bolian, Bajoran, Rygellian, Vulcan and Andorean. We are all, taking the first steps for our peoples into the wider cosmos. Though our first steps be in silence, they shall echo through eternity as the ideals of the Federation find purchase across the cosmos!” -Admiral Dartanis USS Sarmiento Galactic Edge, 2417

“I remembered that speech, from school, I remembered it over Coruscant”- Captain Dylan Hunt A.D 2,531 as transcribed in “Memories of The final Sunrise” A.D 4,321

2415 – Orbit over Ocampa. Starfleet Base of Delta Operations.

“Are those forests?” “Yep! First seen on the planet’s surface in two thousand years” The response, exuberant and filled with the usual energy that emanated from all places, a rolling rock that seemed to pulse and glow, speaking in a voice that was both deep and yet oddly, youthful. It made sense though, Vice Admiral Tourmaline (She still couldn’t understand why he chose a pun as his name) hatched roughly two centuries ago and by Horta standards that was positively childlike. “our terraforming efforts are coming along” The Horta continued “But the damage the caretaker’s people have done was catastrophic”

She’d remembered that, along with a treasure trove of advanced technology, schematics and sensor data, the USS Voyager brought back a veritable library of dossiers, profiles and even essays on the hundreds of different species they’d contacted and clashed with in this region space. -The delta quadrant- the human female thought, she was tall, slender, in her late forties though she didn’t look a day over thirty-five. Martinet, immaculate and restrained, one might be forgiven for assuming she was a holonovel character out of a period drama. The stoic, if historically inaccurate Imperial Japanese admiral surveying the seas with the quiet, grim dedication to duty of a bygone era. A living relic, Commodore Tourmaline (His true name unpronounceable even with a UT) had to stifle a laugh. She was the antithesis of both her parents, the regal yet laid back Keiko and the disheveled eternally overworked head of the engineering school at the academy back on earth. Molly O’brien, Tourmaline was given to understand. Resembled her great-grandfather Captain Hisashi Ishikawa who’d served aboard the Enterprise B and very nearly was given command of the Enterprise C and ultimately died heroically in battle against the Romulans.

Romulans, the Horta thought.

So much had changed and yet, so much had remained the same.

“What of the planet’s inhabitants, the little people? The telepaths?” “You mean the Ocampa themselves? The Horta asked, his round, features, the crystalline growths that jutted out of the smooth almost marble like stone of his skin, shimmering in the change of light. Whether this had been a byproduct of his diet or deliberately grown as armored scales Molly could never guess, but it made him beautiful though she quirked an eyebrow at the reproach in his “tone”. Molly had known Tourmaline for nearly two decades now and she knew him well enough to understand his body language almost perfectly. “Forgive me sensei, I’ll admit I should recall those poor creatures more readily than their planet”

The Horta “laughed” “It’s easy to forget them, truth be told they’re lifespans are so brief they struck me as a species doomed to extinction without extensive genetic engineering. I often wonder if their sentience was created as opposed to having evolved”

Now that was interesting, she thought as her comrade continued. “Still, it’s because of their nature that we should not forget them or dismiss them. As to the state of the species, the time the Caretaker had given them was nowhere near enough and they’d begun to descend into extreme measures by the time we got here. Of the original population only a thousand or so remained, here. The ones on Exosia seem to be thriving”

“Can anything be done for them?” “We’re trying, they’ve begun to dwell in some of the greener areas, we’re working on using resequencing technology on their DNA, perhaps in twenty years or so, we can bring their lifespan up to forty years”

“I see” The woman remarked, her black eyes shifting towards the window again. Several Nebula class starships exited slipstream, their nacelles glowing as they decelerated, heading towards the station itself to begin docking procedures in one of the many hangars the massive mushroom like Delta Station 1’s body. She was massive, Molly thought, larger even than the beast orbiting earth, able to accommodate fifteen starships in the size range of a sovereign and dozens of smaller ones within her frame and refit and repair close to a thousand ships outside of drydock in times of emergency. The forward base of operations for the entire Delta expeditionary fleet and Projects “Hanno” and “Drake”. The faintest, flicker of adventure danced over her features, project Hanno, the great expedition. She took a wistful breath allowing her otherwise, near statue like composure crack ever so lightly.

Soon, she thought, her, her husband and their sons and daughters would take the first steps into a wider cosmos. As the ancient Carthaginian Navigator before her, she would fling her fleet of vessels into the vast oceans of uncertainty to reach the shores of mighty Andromeda or perish in the attempt.

The prospect hadn’t daunted her nor her children. Her father and mother though and Yoshi, they all said they’d miss her fiercely. -It won’t be forever- once the journey was made and the colonies established Molly had ever intention of returning to the Milky way to lead yet another expedition. Her husband Kinjer Odan, was to become the first Governor of Federation territories in the new Galaxy and while the Trill’s centuries of experience would be invaluable there, Molly was and would always be a Starship Commander. The Horta broke the silence to inquire if she cared to bet on whether those vessels had plundered the remnants of Borg space, if they had sought trade with the Voth.

The USS Roger Young glided passed the station and Molly allowed the faintest smile to trespass across her face. The Young was Nog’s vessel, he absolutely was off pestering the Voth and chasing other myths and legends and searching and likely acquiring lost technology. The Ferengi Commodore had earned himself almost legendary status in the Delta Quadrant, as a bit of a good-natured pirate, peacemaker, relic hunter, diplomat and general troublemaker. The Admiralty had a love/hate relationship with him, as did much of the Quadrant but it had been what made him invaluable out here.

“You’re probably right, with any luck he’ll have found the ruins of an ancient cityship or something.” Tourmaline remarked causing O’Brien to look down an amused glint in her eyes “Our treaty with the Voth expressly forbids us from simply stealing their technology” After the words left her mouth, she could hear Nog’s voice in her head, the old adage “It isn’t theft its salvage, besides I always contact the Voth and make sure they retrieve their lost relics!” naturally, after getting ample scans, copies of their databases and anything that wasn’t bolted down.

The door opened in that moment and a young woman entered, physically she appeared to be in her late teens to early twenties, auburn skin and thick long black hair with flecks of copper was done up in a braid that fell over her shoulder. Despite her appearance, she was close to forty and served in Starfleet these last seventeen years. A new breed of officer, in the same vein of her commander.

She was young, she was ambitious.

She was Romulan.

“Captain O’Brien, the Admirals will see you now” The woman who’d been Molly’s XO for the last three years said, she bowed slightly giving her the traditional Romulan naval officers gesture of respect eliciting a grunt of disapproval from the Horta. -Old habits die the hardest in a soldier- Captain O’Brien thought. When the Romulan Empire’s home system erupted in cosmic hellfire, it left the rest of the Empire in disarray and the abruptness of it permitted the Klingons (who were seeking to avoid a civil war) to blindside the Empire.

That, precipitated a series of brush fire conflicts that resulted in some four hundred Romulan worlds seeking Federation membership and, gaining it.

Twenty-five years, she thought. Barely the tick of a clock in the lifetime of a Vulcanoid and yet, so much had changed for both their peoples. “Commander Serita, while my Captains no doubt believe they’re worthy of prostration I’d much rather not deal with the aftermath of such pandering to their already stellar egos”

The “Younger” Romulan officer allowed a smile “But how do you know its not a nefarious plot by us to conquer you from within! By coddling these fools!” The officer asked, doing her best impression of some, over the top master villain from one of those human pieces of old entertainment. “Convince my Captains of their divinity and then pick a fight with said Captains who now believe they’re godly? Yes, sounds like a Romulan plan!”

Both women said their farewells to the Horta who seemed to “roll’ his way out of the room, heading to a separate turbo lift which would take him to the logistics offices as the two officers entered a separate hallway and began to make their way towards a much larger reception room, one where the briefings for Project Hanno ordinarily took place. Though, to Molly’s surprise, they passed the entrance to the hall and headed towards a more secluded, private lounge. An eyebrow raised before she could stop it and the Romulan beside her smirked ever so slightly at the oddly Vulcan display “Admiral DeSoto wanted this to be a more private affair”

DeSoto would be there then? Good, she thought, he was director of Fleet operations in the Delta Quadrant and one of the supervisors on Project Hanno, the other was her husband and yet, he was away on Telar at a conference. As the doors opened, Molly noted the figures in the room and had to suppress the urge to gasp.

Seated at the head of the conference table was a man with tanned skinned, a fine goatee and fierce green eyes, he was slender, serpent like and in his early fifties. Admiral Santiago Ruiz head of Starfleet Intelligence was man whose ascent was meteoric. Like Molly, Ruiz was considered one of the leaders of “The New Blood” faction, comprised of people who were either children, teenagers, or newly recruited to Starfleet during the Dominion War. A new breed of officer who, molded by the things they witnessed or experienced and came up in the aftermath of that war and the subsequent disasters. Were far more cynical, driven and determined to preserve and protect the Federation, to see it grow and flourish in a now constantly changing Galaxy, a faction dedicated to opposing the old “Peace at Any Price’ faction that was largely blamed for dragging the Federation into war with the Borg, Cardassians and Dominion due to what they viewed as their “century of appeasement” in the decades prior. While Molly was among the youngest of what many viewed as the faction’s leaders it was Nog and Ruiz who truly commanded the movement, both within Starfleet and without.

But like any faction, it had its fractures.

While Nog and Molly both wanted the Federation to become the preeminent power in the Galaxy, they firmly believed it couldn’t come at the cost of their core ethos. Ruiz and his group, however. They stopped short of being outright, imperialistic and while many beings found Santiago Ruiz attractive, to Molly O’Brien he always reminded her of a King Cobra, pretty to look at, dangerous to get near. Politics truly made strange bedfellows though and beside him sat Admiral Desoto and Commodore John Rainbird.

Molly O’Brien blinked before she could master her face as she gazed at the scarred Comanche warrior who was said to be descended from an augment warlord (or possessed of the power of his ancestral gods if you believed Lord Im’pec Marshal of the Klingon Imperial armed forces), who regarded her with eyes that were an odd indigo color. At nearly ninety, he had to be an augment of some kind, the man looked barely sixty and his hands appeared more like industrial vices. John Rainbird, the only sentient being to defeat Im’pec The silver handed in battle (and indeed, had been the reason he was now known as the silver hand!) and who fought the famed Jem’Hadar first; Axlatan to a standstill during the fall of Betazed, before returning under Admiral Chekov to liberate the planet. John Rainbird who slew the Legate of the fifth order in single combat and whose fiery speech on the Warrior’s duty to peace was said to have caused the ruthless second order to agree to a ceasefire during the Federation Cardassian wars. Among all the old guard, no one was more respected by the “New Blood” save for Jean Luc Picard. Elder, war master, healer, priest and peacemaker Molly O’Brien couldn’t help but feel honored by his mere presence. Opposite him, sat the holographic visage of Admiral Janeway and Captain O’Brien only showed the same deference as a matter of protocol.

The other brass in the room was none other than Fleet Admiral Leonard James Akaar whose giant frame loomed almost like an old statue of some colossus. Even now, nearing a century and half of life, he sat straight, unbent by his Capellan height. With the appearance of so much brass, her eyes flashed with an unease, why, why were they all hear? Was there a problem with Hanno?! Dread threatened to overrun her until curiosity silenced it in her mind. If the fleet Admiral was here, why was he not chairing this meeting? “Admirals, Commodore its an honor” “Molly! It’s good to see you nena!” Ruiz spoke, his serpentine features beaming with a charm that made it hard for a lot of people to listen to their own instincts regarding what they saw below the smiles. “Santiago” she said her tone a decent facsimile of warmth, she hated when he called her that. Not for any outdated notion of misogyny or any such nonsense, but because he knew she mistrusted him and still took such a brotherly tone with her. -As if he genuinely cared- she thought, mentally sneering. “Commodore Rainbird, Fleet Admiral Akaar this is a profound honor” her head inclined “Admiral Janeway” turning her attention to Admiral DeSoto she managed her the first genuine smile she’d sported since she arrived “Admiral”

“Robert, Molly, no reason to stand on ceremony we’re among friends here take a seat”

She did and tried her best not to feel like a little girl back at DS9, in her father’s quarters listening to stories of John Rainbird or Akaar. Beside her, Commander Serita stood at attention, ready to respond to danger at a moment notice. “I must say, we’re all suitably impressed by your diligence and the speed at which you’ve assembled your team and fleet” Admiral Janeway began, Molly nodded her head in appreciation. Though she vehemently disliked Janeway for what was done to Captain Wildstar, she admired the woman for what she achieved in the Delta Quadrant (even if those achievements poisoned as many wells as they made available) and praise coming from the woman who endured a journey as perilous as the one she would be undertaking in two years counted for something at least. “Thank you, Admiral, we’re all really excited. This has been the dream of every Starfleet Captain since the days of the NX Enterprise” Molly remarked, the faintest hints of giddiness in her voice, to colonize another galaxy to explore another galaxy. “We have found several planets at the fringe of what once was Kelvin Empire, probes indicate the radiation levels are normal and whatever disaster befell their old domain is over with”

“Uninhabited?” Janeway inquired, that had been one of her biggest reservations regarding the project. The idea of stepping into someone else’s turf and provoking potentially another, hostile power. “For twenty thousand lightyears in every direction” O’Brien answered, her voice tense. Had she not followed the surveys and reports? They’d been able to get probes out there, including one with a soft AI that had the ability to assemble other Slip capable probes and while the returning data was sparse, it was enough to paint a general picture. They would be going into the unknown, a former stellar graveyard that had become verdant once again. All this was fascinating, and she knew the admiralty studied it at length or so she thought. “We’ll be going into Eden”

-without the serpent, since Ruiz is staying behind- Molly thought before her eyes flickered to Fleet Admiral Akaar whose eyes seemed to flicker with the same annoyance. “Careful with your allegory Captain the last time a human spent any time in paradise it ended in disaster for your species” That voice caused her eyes to shoot to the right of her, behind John Rainbird towards the darkness of the room, near the windows, behind her Serita reached for a phaser her green eyes narrowing to near slits as she searched the darkness, seeking the source of the voice only to realize it had come from the windowsill and the Romulan hissed under her breath. A man was sitting inside the windowsill, one leg resting on the ledge while the other rested on the floor, arms crossed over his chest which bore a Vice Admirals pips on its breast. The man appeared human, in his mid-forties with long somewhat wild light brown hair, wiry and seemingly scruffy the man was thoroughly unremarkable.

Except for his eyes, they were a really bizarre grey-blue mix that were cold but vicious as if something feral was pulling at chains below them. Captain O’Brien often compared Admiral Ruiz to a Cobra and to Serita the man sitting in the window looked like a Jackal. -He’s good- she thought, to be so thoroughly unremarkable as to be entirely ignored until you speak up and yet those eyes. He was a Vice Admiral, but she’d never seen him before, was he a new one? He was awful young for such a rank? At the sight of her hand on a weapon, the Vice Admiral chuckled and waved a gloved hand “Easy Commander, I’d hate for you to shoot at me, miss and hit something important” Despite herself, she smiled, his voice was easy on the ears, laid back and oddly wizened sounding which made him all the more dangerous she concluded a second later.

“Captain Molly O’Brien this is Vice Admiral Dartanis” Fleet Admiral Akaar began an inscrutable look over his features.

Vice Admiral? Interesting, during the Dominion war there’d been a Captain Dartanis, she remembered hearing her father talk about bartering with him for supplies given that he too was in command of a space station. “They reactivated your commission?” She asked, her eyes flickering with a curiosity. Molly O’Brien was going to be given a promotion to commodore soon and then fast tracked to a full Admirals rank ahead of the departure, she’d achieved this both through her own merits and through connections. Molly had many of them and had a solid grasp on who each Admiral, Vice Admiral and Commodore were, even if she wasn’t on friendly terms with all of them, but she didn’t know this one.

“And retroactively promoted him” The Fleet Admiral continued which earned a laugh from Dartanis. “Technically I was a Rear Admiral you know, in the United Earth Starfleet any way” he said shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly earning a look from Captain O’Brien. “You’re an El-Aurian?” O’Brien asked doing her best to keep her tone neutral, the man had caught her completely by surprise moments ago and she wasn’t about to be blind sided a second time. “I am!” Dartanis said with an unusually chipper voice. “I thought you’d be in the El-Aurian colonies, it’s rare to see any out and about” fifteen years ago, Guinan had gathered together as many members of her race as she possible could find settling a system near Bajoran space, giving them a new home at last and a place to begin working to repopulate and heal as a species. When the Borg collapsed hundreds of thousands of El-Aurians were “awakened” those who could be saved were and were settled on a moon orbiting the main colony. Ever since then, they’d become almost a race of hermits.

“I’m nearly one thousand years old, I’ve got seventeen children and forty grandchildren! I think I’ve done my duty to my species, now I’d like to do my duty to the Federation again, it is what I signed up for after all. That and a certain clause in the Constitution which allows them to reactivate my commission also gives me a great deal of latitude in how I serve”

Molly’s eyes darkened, Section 31. Ruiz you moron, she thought. No wonder his rise through SFI was so rapid, he’d made himself a willing pawn of that band of renegades. -Damn him- This put the movement at risk, it put. The woman took a breath, it didn’t matter, their achievements would drown out the muck and mud that their boots would end up tracking through the house. “S31 and SFI working together? Is my mission that important?”

“It is” Ruiz cut in “But that’s not why you’re here, not exactly” O’Brien nodded -Project Drake then? - she thought. “We are asking you here, because we intend to commandeer one of your candidates for the upcoming mission”

Ah damnit, here we go.

“Which one?” She asked trying to keep her displeasure from being apparent. “Commander V’less”. Molly flinched inwardly V’less was one of the more experienced long-range explorers in the Federation. At eighty years old, the Vulcan had spent almost thirty-seven years in the farthest reaches of the Beta quadrant and had more experience with slipstream than anyone except the Voyager crew, Commander Paris and her own father. This loss was going to be costly, then there was the personal strife.

Serita and V’less had been a couple and were to be bonded next week. Molly had insisted on couples and families for the same reason she insisted most of her crew be members of their faction. She wanted life in the Andromeda to be a fresh, assertive start. “Finding a replacement for V’less is going to be, difficult”

“You have three years to find a replacement before the Mis” Admiral Janeway cut in.

“With all due respect Admiral, I have six months.” Molly nearly barked out, this was trying even her resolve and the woman mastered herself again after a measured breath. “It’s going to be very difficult to find a replacement as qualified as Captain V’less, experience wise there’s no one that compares as all her contemporaries are either retired or in this room with me and when it comes to technical skill with Transwarp and Slipstream there are maybe five people I can think of off hand who would have her level of expertise and it’s going to take them at least a year to finish the job V’less began, long range jumping the likes of which we’re attempting is an extremely risky prospect. A single error can result in our drives being burned out and either being smashed to pieces and scattered across subspace or trapped in the void between galaxies. Once we arrive we can begin construction of a transwarp hub that will make travel much safer” she paused here, realizing that the hubs success in that area was contingent on the Milky way receiving their telemetry data without too much delay and constructing the hub on their end without interruption.

Transwarp hub was such a bad name she realized. It was more like a subspace bypass and she made a mental note to correct that eventually.

“Our people will face similar logistical issues, but we’ve got a solution to enhance travel speed for data” John Rainbird put in which made her turn regarding him with interest. “Your people?” She asked allowing a tone of recognition to enter her voice. Rainbird who’d remained silent turned towards Akaar who in turn gazed at Ruiz which in turn made O’Brien want to roll her eyes.

Finally, the Chief of Starfleet intelligence shrugged “You’ve probably guessed what project Drake is” “Well” O’Brien began “You did name it after a legendary pirate who also happened to be an explorer and navigator while mine was just named after an explorer. The thought occurred to me you’d be planning a stealth mission to run perpendicular to mine, hidden behind the publicity”

“Very good” Ruiz said grinning as Akaar and Rainbird both chuckled.

“Except the Drake expedition isn’t going to the Andromeda Galaxy, in fact its not going to any galaxy we currently, have on any map”

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Re: The Tides of History redux

Post by Praeothmin » Tue Aug 27, 2019 7:31 pm

Good beginning...

If I could find the time, I'd like to finish my story before I get too old and forget what it is even about... :)

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Re: The Tides of History redux

Post by Admiral Breetai » Wed Aug 28, 2019 11:27 am

I would love to continue to read it man!

Sonof and Khas works as well

I tried to give Dartanis a little more of an indication that he's capable of anything though that won't become too apparent until later to the horror of all

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Re: The Tides of History redux

Post by Praeothmin » Wed Aug 28, 2019 4:49 pm

Well, I'm hooked, like I was before... :)

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Re: The Tides of History redux

Post by Admiral Breetai » Mon Sep 30, 2019 2:00 pm

And I have returned! We're moving to the Galaxy Far, Far away to get an idea, a glimpse into the psychology of the soldiers of the first order. And since Halloween is coming up and you guys know what I like to do for Halloween!.

Meanwhile Molly O'Brien haggles over recruitment and begins to question the direction the Federation is going.

I thought you guys might like the contrast between the heroic, iron willed warriors of the original tidesverse and the drunk on victory, egotistical children of the First Order and how they view war. Shout out to an original from the tides verse, who may be lurking in the shadows and well let me know what you think of the Starfleet Admirals and their willingness to make a deal with the proverbial devil.

"What I remember most about the first two years of the war was a feeling of godhood, we couldn't be stopped. Even when we lost the Starkillerbase, when those terrorists destroyed The Supremacy and murdered our Supreme Leader all we felt was rage, rage and a sense of power. We were an army of light fighting against the dark to liberate a galaxy from corruption and evil. Then we met the devil...there was fear in the halls of the gods then" - Jedi Master Brysseara "Bryss the hound/Bryss the bitch" Of the house of Kor.


Ord Trasi – The Galaxy

“We lost the Supremacy?! What?! When?!” TR-785 nicknamed “baby face” by the older soldier’s in his regiment. Not that they were truly much older, ‘785 had just turned nineteen but he doubted the oldest trooper in the fifth corps was a day over twenty-seven. All save General Tyrek Haskel’s inner core, the men and women of the old fighting one hundred and seventh Imperial Storm Trooper legion who were all battle hardened warriors and elite soldiers, all old enough to be their fathers and in the case of Joker, their grandfather. Baby face grew up on the supremacy, he’d spent his childhood running through its cavernous halls, attending lessons in the numerous education facilities and listening to the daily information service briefings about the corrupt and weak Republic, its crushing poverty and horrific misery. When they weren’t enmeshed in drills and conditioning, routine or rack time anyway. Two years ago, ‘785’s unit had been transferred to the fifth, which comprised mostly of “mud footers”, soldiers who had grown up either within the vast halls of the Starkiller base, or one of the dozen or so planetary training academies of the First Order. It was different, it was varied, it was diversity, each trooper with their own ways and traditions clashing at times while more oft than not being a source of friendly competition and stories. All things ‘785 grew up being told were an anathema to a proper, functioning government. Then again, over the last two years of warfare, ‘785 realized, much of what the first order had said was wrong, or at least embellished. Ord Trasi itself was a thing he could scarce imagine existing in the vast cosmic ghetto of the Republic that he’d been taught about in those education centers. A verdant, green planet, with vast healthy oceans teaming with life and orbital rings that were immense foundries, factories and assembly yards.

The wealth in food and resources of this world alone, beggared the imagination and if the Republic was so resource poor and weak, he wondered why in every planetary liberation he’d participated in were they outnumbered nine to one. Sure, the equipment was inferior in terms of technology, but they had so much of it and the picket forces defending this sector outnumbered the entire fifth fleet twenty to one.

They still lost though, the First Order’s Navy rolled over the pathetic security forces and militias that attempted to organize into a proper fleet in a matter of days. Technologically, they just weren’t up snuff, the First Order wasn’t pretty to look at (some of the vessels he saw in the first battles were absolutely beautiful), but its armor was thicker, its shield tech recharged at a faster rate and unlike the Republic, the first order understood, turbo lasers were for reinforcing ion weaponry and missiles. First order Star dreadnaughts exited hyperspace and saturated the heavens with more missiles than any Republic vessel they’d encountered knew what to do with and the meager volunteer forces that defended planets were usually cut to ribbons by troops who’d been training and preparing for a war their entire lives. They fought better and had better toys, but the resources? ‘785 was no technician, he was no engineer and certainly not a master of the force. He had no idea how the first order did it, fed them all beyond that they had some sort of resequencing and replication technology based off the wreckage of a vessel they’d found in deep space. He knew this technology was used to bolster their industry as well (though it had a great deal of limitations in that regard), he knew that without this technology they’d all likely starve.

But here? The first time he’d ever seen a farm had been on a “minor agro world” and at once he knew intuitively that the stories of the Second Galactic Republic being riddled with starvation and hunger were all lies. A realization, ‘785 though ruefully, that had shattered some of their men who either mutinied or, worse put blaster bolts to their heads upon learning their entire lives were driven by lies. For ‘785, it didn’t make him feel anything but hunger! All this wealth, all this potential in the hands of self-indulgent, corrupt rabble. That thought, enraged ‘785 more than the lies and the propaganda did, it galvanized him and the men of the fifth. Traitors and fools killed themselves, animals, mindless brutes and hedonistic opportunists like that butcher “Finn” who helped destroy the Supremacy and the Starkiller base infuriated him more than anything. None deserved quarter, none deserved mercy and the Storm Troopers of the First Order deserved all of this.

The news of the Supremacy’s fall filled his blood with rage. “how many were aboard when it went down?” he murmured; the answer paled his skin. Six million, so the vessel was loaded down, overburdened, transporting trumps when Admiral Akbar rammed the vessel and split it in half? “How many survived”

Admiral Ackbar, the butcher of Endor, the tyrant of Mon Calamari. The only good thing that could be said about him was that he was now dead and with him the only threat to First Order Ascendancy. Oh sure, there was that maniac purple haired bitch in the Expansion region, who seemed to be able to hold off one of their most prestigious fleets and that senile former Grand Admiral who was supposedly organizing hit and run raids into their newly acquired territories in the inner rim, but none of them had fought and defeated the vaunted imperial forces of old, none had participated in the slaughter of the Emperor and half his legendary Grand Admirals, one had just endured long after his time should have come. He was the only threat, or so General Armitage Hux had always insisted. In this, ‘785 had no cause to doubt him as experience over the last two years suggested that even when their enemies had every possible advantage in their favor, they still fell like wheat being reaped by an industrial scythe. “We gave as good as we got though, General Hux and Kylo Ren stormed the planet they hid on and slew Luke Skywalker in battle and then butchered nearly all the rebel scum” LS-997 nicknamed oak, due to his monstrous size and the fact that there were times when one wondered if the dark skinned behemoth of a man even needed armor, ‘785 saw him take a blaster bolt to the side only to charge the man doing the firing and twist his head off in a rage. Oak hadn’t even needed time in a bacta tank after that, just a med patch and some tissue regeneration pills. One of the other troopers set a hand on his shoulder pads and despite himself ‘785 was grateful for the gesture. As gratifying as the news was, he’d lost his home and the younger cadets he knew from childhood.

A feeling, every Storm trooper who grew up on Starkiller knew all too well. “Would you like us to talk to the Duty Sergeant and ask her to assign us some extra work?” ‘785’s blue eyes widened “Look brother, we grieve with you as a unit, none of us mind ending shore leave early so we can keep you company”. ‘785 smiled shaking his head “No, thank you brother, besides I kind of like being here in the capital, we get more intel on the goings on in the war and its better than the monotony of pacification duty” this made everyone groan and sigh and long for the fifth to be transferred off “consolidation and occupation” duty to the front lines. Fighting a war was glorious, they’d been trained to do that their entire lives and it was a thrilling experience, but holding occupied territory, the mundane, business of conquest was exhausting, tedious and involved way more politics and bribery than he would have liked. “I guess this is why the Galactic Empire had the Imperial Storm Trooper legions and the Regular Army huh? One for the hard fighting and one for the ruling”

“Tell me about it!” LS-1027 known as Hound muttered in a voice that sounded more like the whining teenaged girl, she might have been had she been raised in Republic space. “Joker says that the Council is considering the levying of a regular army once we’ve occupied enough of the outer rim territories.” “Is that safe?” Oak queried which got a shrug from Hound “They say the Outer Rim is pretty much fed up with the Republic, The Empire at least ignored them from what I hear but both Republics allowed them to be pillaged and exploited and they’ve never really had structure or order, they’re receptive to us”

“Makes sense” Oak conceded, they’d been conquering the Outer Rim for about a year now and more planets surrendered willingly than put up a fight, they’d been cheered more times than they’d met resistance. Damn, that part had always been disappointing, he liked a good fight and then found himself grinning “Regular army means no pacification duty, maybe they’ll even send us into the unknown regions! I hear General Hux has been pushing to conquer the Chiss Ascendancy for the last year and a half” Hound whistled as she took a seat on a crate of ammo, her platinum blond hair falling about her shoulders as she pulled off her helmet and then reached into her ration pack for some liquid. “The unknown regions and all the spooky legends out there, I wonder if we’ll find a new order of force users”

“I hope we don’t” ‘785 muttered “Because then the Knights of Ren would be called in, we’d be no match for then” “Nonsense! Mandalorians killed thousands of force users and they’re undisciplined rabble, I heard the tenth order tore through a few clans in the Mid Rim! Speaking of spooky, you think those lizard men we killed came from the Unknown regions?” she asked with a frown. ‘785 suppressed a shudder, those things…With their built-in stealth fields and their odd pikes and those weird blasters that made you bleed and bleed. Two of his unit mates had been killed, one was split in half by a powerful blow and it had taken twice their number to subdue.

Supposedly, ‘785 had been on pacification duty when it all happened, but he’d seen the corpses, they were savage looking, tall, broad shouldered and wore a stylized purple armor that reminded him of a serpents scale. There were only seven of them, they had been protecting some weird container when they were ambushed, had been guarding it with an almost, reverence. The story was weird and it was in complete, once the bodies were brought to the old civic center (which had doubled as their processing and medical center since they arrived) General Haskel had ordered no new information to be released on anything involving the odd bodies and the mysterious golden ooze that was allegedly within the container. “Don’t know” Oak muttered “But when ‘975 touched the liquid it supposedly turned into gas and entered his lungs.”

“woah” Hound muttered, 975 had been placed in medical quarantine within Haskel’s forward base of operations, the capital building whose steps they’d all been haunting. Allegedly the Trooper was fine and had shown no signs of any kind of bacterial or viral infection, no chemical damage to the cells nor radiation and many believed he would soon be released to active duty. “Maybe we should go visit him?”

“No new intel remember?” Oak barked “Yeah but...” Hound paused, she could be adorable when she whined, and it made ‘785 forget how young she really was. Hound was approaching sixteen and was just barely under the normal age for active duty in combat. However, at 14 she had been given special dispensation to enter the fray, being force sensitive enough that it enhanced her reflexes and her strength even if she wasn’t yet strong enough to join the Knights of Ren, she was deemed useful to the war effort and the combat experience would make her useful to the new Supreme Leader when the time came. She’d become the unit’s mascot, her tenacity and unrelenting perception earning her comparisons to a Mandalorian hunting hound, earning her the name and respect of her fellow soldiers.

She’d become like their little sister; familiar bonds were supposed to be discouraged but war changed a lot of things and made for the toleration of others. “Worried about him Hound?” ‘785 queried which got him a nod “Hey! Maybe we can use that then? I mean, the one with the force is “worried” after all?”

“I’m not force worried, well okay…Maybe I am”

“What do you mean child?” Everyone turned to see a man in his late seventies, tall and martinet, spotless in his first orders uniform, his leather overcoat resting on shoulders that were still robust even in old age, a saber made of Song steel rested at his waist, a saber that was said to have challenged Luke Skywalkers Lightsaber in a duel thirty years ago. Everyone moved to stand at attention but General Haskel waved them off a look of urgency in his greyish blue eyes that caused Hound to look away “Well sir its nothing”

“A soldiers’ instincts are hardly nothing child, especially a force users. Tell me what you sense?”

She swallowed a look of shame passing over her face “I am sorry I didn’t say anything, I didn’t kno-“ “It’s fine child, tell me now..”

“well, like a twinge in the back of my neck, anxiety? I can feel, anger, hate but it’s different, it’s hard to read, I thought I was just mad at the lizard people though!”

“Hatred? You feel hatred coming from 975?” “No, yes, maybe, I don’t know, from inside him?”

Haskel gripped her shoulders “Hound!” He whipped around with grim frenzy “Oak, Baby face to me now!” his voice cracked like thunder and he stormed off towards the interior of the facility, at a speed no old person should be able to make. Barking orders at any Trooper lazing about, followed by three very confused kids.


"This is the first cornerstone not just of the first Federation built, building in the Andromeda Galaxy, but its first city. Let it stand as a source of inspiration, for us, for our children, and their children, for their heirs stretching in an unbroken line for the next half million years! Let it serve as a beacon, to light the way for our brothers and sisters in our home stars, let it guide them to a new life, a new way. Let it be for them a shining city on a hill, let it be the bastion that holds the line against the night"- Admiral Molly O'Brien First Commander of the Highguard 2419 Omelos, Andromeda Galaxy.

Base of operation Ocampa orbit

“So, let me get this straight. You want to send a fleet of one hundred and seventy starships, some of which will be our most advanced ships in the fleet and others retrofits and upgraded antiques into a wormhole that will dump them into a hostile galaxy in another galactic cluster?”

“yes” Ruiz answered, straight faced and seemingly oblivious.

“off the map no less”

“Yes” John Rainbird answered, though his voice was clenched, apparently, he understood the significance and risk. “Commanded by Section 31”

“This decision wasn’t an easy one to make Captain O’Brien” Fleet Admiral Akaar interjected his jaws clenched “Especially given the extenuating factors”

No, you think?! O’Brien almost snapped, a hostile galaxy to chase after the Dominion which had evidently marshalled nearly all of their remaining forces and spent the last half decade heavily modifying them based off of stolen Federation tech. Who then proceeded to send an unknown number of these modified vessels into this galaxy to what purpose she could not say, though she dared to hazard a guess? “We’re not in the business of Empire building last I checked”

“Funny” The Al-Aurian cut in “Is not your attaché here a former Romulan citizen?” “That’s different” Molly nearly answered before forcing herself to stop. “The Romulans joined us willing” She began “What you’re proposing is….To set up colonies in someone else’s backyard to convince the locals to join up and that…Violates the prime directive”

“Not entirely” Akaar remarked with a sigh which caused Ruiz to laugh “No disrespect meant Fleet Admiral but I do find it odd the reluctance in your voice when we both know what will come of this if we do not act”

Rising, the snake Admiral walked forwards the windows which suddenly morphed into a holographic display of the Galaxy as it was, and O’Brien blinked as she gazed at the vast sea of green and blue and purple.

The purple shocked her the most. The Federation had grown in size, nearly doubling since the return of Voyager, when it had been determined that the Borg fell, dying nearly to the last from whatever plague the alternate Janeway had unleashed on them, both the Federation and the Klingon Empire had commenced a grave robbing spree that saw their technology advance nearly three centuries, the ruins of ancient powers they’d found out there and friendly relations with the Voth had ensured the Federation became the dominant technological hyperpower in the galaxy. But the Klingons weren’t that far behind, not in technology and not in size.

“If you combine our assets in the Delta, Beta and Alpha Quadrants, spread out as they may be the Klingon Empire and the Federation span roughly seventeen thousand lightyears, contain eleven trillion sentients put together spread out over twenty thousand planets”

The purple matched both stellar nations combined and then some “you’re saying the Dominion now control almost eighty percent of the Entire Gama Quadrant?”

“No, I’m saying it always has and the Founders don’t control it anymore”

O’Brien’s eyes widened “What?! Surely you can’t…They designed the Dominion to cease to exist if they did…” And for every power that threatened them as well.

“The Founders no longer control it, because A clique of older, more powerful, more seasoned Changelings evidently seized control and cast them out”

Molly paled. How did he know this? Oh, oh no…”You’ve given those animals sanctuary haven’t you?”

“In a sense” Vice Admiral Dartanis said in a tone that left a lot to the imagination, way, way too much. She caught the flicker in his eyes, the implications were as nauseating as the thought of giving those soulless butchers a safe harbor. “That’s insane! They’re immortal killers’ sirs! They think we’re deviations that should be controlled or killed”

“Their views on solids have changed a great deal courtesy of Odo and a few other Changelings who returned from their deep space missions. Our understanding is that their shared experiences motivated this, change of positions” Akaar muttered, though the tenor of his voice suggested that the old Fleet Admiral didn’t fully believe that for a second and his eyes were hard as he added the last bit, the idea that a species would be so arrogant would merely change their mind overnight. The fact that the Changelings insisted on maintaining the deception only enraged him further.

Deciding not to feed his temper Molly allowed Serita to cut in “What of their victors? Surely a mere clique of changelings couldn’t have contested the will of the entire great link? I thought their species was incapable of acting against the majority once a decision was made?”

“These Changelings are different” Ruiz remarked, his tone grim “They’re old, incredibly so and were born when the great link became their version of a collective, our understanding is that they alone can indeed contest the will of the entire link when they agree. They simply refused this time and ejected the Link from their home, the rest of the species was unable to stop them. Shortly after that happened, they moved hundreds of industrial vessels, probes, freighters, cloning facilities and warships through a wormhole deep in their space and vanished”

“What?!” O’Brien blinked, astonished both that this had happened, and that Section 31 had been able to keep a tight enough lid on things to ensure none of this had leaked. “Who rules the Dominion assets in the milky way then?”

“A Changeling, Odo tells me is called The Mother of sighs and Weyoun”

Of course, O’Brien thought bitterly. Weyoun had survived after all, I’m sure my father would find amusement in that, so would Ambassador Worf if he still lived. The Mother of Sighs was just such a wonderful name for a changeling as well, evoking the image of some hideous crone. “A clique of younger, more aggressive changelings followed them as well, numbering about thirty. We can’t say for sure how many remain, but these Changelings are different, beyond the age and individuality they seem to differ to the Vorta more often. It’s unusual…unheard of”

O’Brien was liking this less and less, when the Female Changeling asserted control over the War in the Alpha quadrant, the allied forced suddenly had a far easier time overcoming the unrelenting odds. Weyoun had been a formidable overseer and enemy commander, whereas the old bitch made a series of rather terrible blunders based on the dismissive arrogance of a would-be god. Founders and Vorta working hand in hand, sounded all kinds of bad.

“We’ve received intel from various sources that we consider reliable. The Galaxy in question has boasted a civilization that spans a large portion of that galaxy and has for ages. While the Dominion don’t have a technological edge over us”

“They do over that civilization” Serita chimed in, her eyes wide in wonder at the thought of such a mighty people. “And if the Dominion were to absorb the resources of an entire Galaxy, if these, imperialistic Founders were to bring that to bear against us”

“I see” Molly murmured, the urgency of the mission becoming all too clear. Her black eyes focused on the holographic map, willing her conscious to accept the need for empire building, to prevent a calamitous war that would destroy everything she had worked her entire life to build, to swallow that bitter pill.

Molly took a breath “I take it, project Hanno is given even more importance now? Should Vice Admiral Dartanis and Commodore Rainbird fail, our colonies might be the only safe haven left in the known universe”

Ruiz nodded in ascent and Akaar added “A Byzantium amongst the stars”

“Given how Byzantium ended” she muttered before rising, needing to walk the room a bit, needing to bleed off some of the stress. “If you take V’less you must take Serita as well and I want her given her own ship and a Captaincy, it’s what I was planning to do with her any way”


The Romulan seemed to let out a sigh and for the briefest of seconds Molly gripped her wrist, in reassurance. Family’s stayed together, they fought better that way. “I want Seven of Nine and Commander Paris”

“Is V’less truly so skilled that she’s worth two of the premier slipstream and transwarp experts?” Vice Admiral Dartanis queried. “Yes” Molly answered without a second thought “and I consider seven her replacement and Miral Paris…Think of her as an annoyance fee”

Both leaders of project Drake let out laughter, but only Rainbird’s felt warm at all. Admiral Ruiz nodded in agreement “Done, we’ll also have all information on this new form of FTL communication transferred to your office by days end” Rainbirds voice was hard as if he disliked haggling but there was no acrimony in his tone.

Molly nodded her head in thanks “Any technology we find on our end will be sent over to help with your efforts in this, far away galaxy”

“We appreciate it Admiral O’Brien, the same will come from our end. Your engineers in Andromeda will get first pick” Dartanis cut in, a wry smile on his features. Molly raised an eyebrow “My understanding is that I was going to be promoted to Commodore first, fast tracked over the next year” She didn’t like this, oh the rank was needed, especially if she was to be the commander of the fleet in the Andromeda galaxy, she knew, politically, it would put her in a position to groom and recruit new members to their faction and it gave the new blood a little bit more leverage over their rivals. There were times, where the morals of the federation, the principles Starfleet officers were supposed to stand for clashed with the cynicism of her mandate.

But she couldn’t allow the Peace and Appeasement faction to gain any more power, none of them could and if using an Admirals chevron to deny them a chance to cripple the fleet would achieve that, it was worth the heartburn that came with compromised pride. -Bushido teaches honor in service, Starfleet teachers honor in action in the service of a higher cause, am I making a mockery of both to save one? – Was that why the casual disregard for even the appearance of playing within the rules bothered her so much? At the very least prior to this moment they maintained a pretense and to go into another Galaxy to extend old earth cold war politics.

She steeled herself, it was necessary. “Things change, you’re about to create what might be the last bastion for the Federation, we’ll be looking to septuple the number of vessels and settlers you’ll be bringing over on your fourth and fifth voyages as well, given the fleet size we’re expecting there can be no question. You are in command, the galaxy is yours”

And Odan’s she thought.

The galaxy is yours, why hadn’t those words phased her?

Akaar raised an eyebrow “Are we the Terran Empire now old man?” His voice rose in playful chiding towards the Al-Aurian Vice Admiral, one that contradicted the ice in his eyes. At once Molly felt ashamed, those words should have phased her.

“Empire? No” Dartanis shook his head a reassuring smile on his face

“Never, Republic though”

Funny, O’Brien thought bitterly.

The Republic had lasted roughly the same amount of time the Federation had before it became an empire.

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Re: The Tides of History redux

Post by sonofccn » Wed Oct 02, 2019 3:28 am

You have indeed returned, my friend. Very pleased to see the universe of righteous valor and valiant heroes has returned from its long, eternal slumber.
Praeothmin wrote:
Tue Aug 27, 2019 7:31 pm

If I could find the time, I'd like to finish my story before I get too old and forget what it is even about... :)
Heh. Afraid that's too late for me. I've already forgotten everything in my old age.

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Re: The Tides of History redux

Post by Admiral Breetai » Wed Oct 02, 2019 6:48 pm

sonofccn wrote:
Wed Oct 02, 2019 3:28 am
You have indeed returned, my friend. Very pleased to see the universe of righteous valor and valiant heroes has returned from its long, eternal slumber.
Some will be made of Iron, some of hot air. Molly may be made of nanite enhanced durasteel by the time this is all over.
sonofccn wrote:
Wed Oct 02, 2019 3:28 am

Heh. Afraid that's too late for me. I've already forgotten everything in my old age.

That's disheartening, your lovecraftian stuff inspired a character I'm about to introduce.

One of the Ancient One's disciples.

Oh and Vi'iretess is coming back soon

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