Star Trek: The Infinite follows one crew's attempts to prevent not only the destruction of their own Universe, but all others in existence too ...
Join them as they visit wondrous and terrifying parallel universes as they attempt to decipher a puzzle they dare not fail!
The fate of the Omniverse is in their hands alone ...
Become one with The Infinite!
Disclaimer: I do not own the franchise Star Trek. The characters in this story are of a group's creation, not associated with Star Trek. This story is a group effort, which I have taken upon myself to put on paper. If you love the newer Star Trek, whether it be TNG, DS9, or Voyager, this story is for you. Become one with The Infinite!
Star Trek: The Infinite
"The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land." - Thomas H. Huxley
The Federation has been tested by every known superpower in the universe, the Breen, the Romulans, the Jem'Hadar, the Borg, the Rukukon, and the Vulkurak Alliance. War after war they fought but the dust has cleared and the fighting is over.
Peace has finally settled on the shoulders of the Federation. But a yet greater danger faces them and much, much more ...
In a remote location of space, a void is growing exponentially, consuming all in it's wake. If left unchecked, all that we know will be no more in a few short years ...Those aware of it are but a small number: Starfleet Intelligence, the Federation Council and a select few who are skilled enough to perhaps stop it's spread across our galaxy.But what we have may not be enough ...
The heads of Starfleet are seated at a long table, Admiral Kathryn Janeway at the head. Concern is etched on all their faces. It was visibly obvious that something was not right. Janeway takes a deep breath, lets it out through the nose, and speaks.
"It's been confirmed. The void does exist."
The small crowd of officers exchange glances. Indeed this was bad news. Admiral Ratzapovic spoke up.
"How can we be sure?", he asked.
"Captain Albertine, commander of Starbase 24, has sent visual confirmation. Her science team has run rigorous examinations on the sector. The void is real.", replied Janeway.
Janeway took up a clicker and brought up an image on a view screen. The screen displayed a telescopic enhanced image of the void. The void looked like a black tar splattered across an indigo canvas.
"So what was Albertaine's final assessment?", asked an admiral.
"She says that the void is growing at an exponential rate; said Janeway, it's consuming everything in the sector and will continue to do so if not dwelt with."
The council began to speak to one another, fear evident in their voices. Janeway quickly quieted the crowd, but questions were fired at her like bullets.
"Who all knows about this?"
"What kind of time frame are we looking at?"
"Are there any intervention proposals?"
"Who would lead such a proposal?"
Admiral Janeway hadn't a clue on what to do or how best to handle the situation. She had the same concerns and questions as everyone else. However, she decided that the best plan of attack would be to gain more information.
"We do not yet know what this will mean for Starfleet or the Federation. Luckily, and I use the term lightly, that the void is in Federation space. We're the first ones to know about it, which gives us the advantage. We'll be the ones running the show. This is our baby.", she stated.
Admiral K'plex swiveled his chair to face the group.
"We have to keep the void a secret, even to the Federation. No one must know about it; not yet at least. If word was to get out, it might cause a galaxy spread panic.", he said firmly.
The council all nodded to the novel idea. It seemed to be the best route. The last thing Starfleet needed was another form of chaos, something not forgotten due to the recent Valkurak War.
"We'll need our best scientific minds on this project, informed Ratzapovic, if we're to handle this, second best will not do. I don't care what it takes, we must assemble the best team possible."
"I agree; we do need the best; replied Janeway, and I think I know just the man to lead this project."
The council all turned their eyes on Admiral Janeway. Their faces all asked the same thing.
Earth, San Francisco
Starfleet Residential Grounds
A woman in her late-twenties walks out of a house and picks up a small parcel left on the porch. Traditions were often kept, despite technology, though in this case the post was delivered, not by
postman, but by transporter. She picks it up and walks back inside. Inside, the house is dim, light breaking through occasionally between tinted window shades, striking deep and dramatic shadows across the walls and floors. Venturing upstairs, she lightly raps at a closed door.
Christa Novaq, daughter of the legendary Admiral Elias Novaq, calls out to her father.
There is no response, so she calls out again.
"Dad, are you awake?"
Another pause, this time a long one. She's waited before and impatience grows quicker than the
"There's a parcel for you. I'll leave it outside the door."
Inside, Admiral Novaq sleeps, in a room of darkness. He dreams.
Feet kick up dust as he walks, feet heavy through the dirt. It whips up around him as he goes, slowing him. He stoops to grasp at the dirt; it begins to fall through his fingers. I know this place, he thought.
Novaq turns, a figure behind him, shrouded by the dust storm and poor light. Silhouette, a woman, she moves towards him and speaks.
"Things fall apart ... the centre cannot hold."
Elias Novaq awakes. He sits up, gasping for air. Face covered with beads of sweat, he
mops his brow.
To Be Continued ...
I'm going to stop here and see if anyone takes interest. If I strike intrigue, I'll continue to write.