Star Trek Odyssey: Episode 6: Incubus
Captain's Log: Stardate: 57497.1. We are in the Beloti Sector headed back towards Federation Space. We had just dropped off the Talarian Ambassador on the Talarian home world from a meeting on Starbase Two fourteen. We currently have no assignments so I'm allowing the crew to take it easy for once.
Commander Jason Sparhawk turned around and to his surprise noticed that he was no longer in his quarters or in his pajamas. He was on the bridge of a Defiant class ship and in his uniform. He looked around and saw nothing but cadets. Correction, cadets and a Ferengi ensign.
"What the hell? Where am I?"
No one seemed to notice Sparhawk standing there. He walked in front of the so called captain and waved his hand in front of his face. There was no reaction. Then a familiar voice came from station left of the command chair.
"They've spotted us. They're dropping out of warp."
The voice caused Jason to direct his attention from the person from which it came. He walked over the console and to his surprise it was his step-sister Karen Farris.
"Helm, go to impulse."
"We are in visual range."
"Visual range of what? Who are they going up against?" Sparhawk said.
"On screen." Watters said.
Jason turned around to see that a Jem'Hadar Battleship was in their sites.
Watters stood up and walked towards the screen. He had a certain look to his face. A look of "what have I gotten us into?" look. The bridge crew was in awe. The ship was huge compared to the Defiant class Valiant.
"Lay in a strafing course along their superstructure and make it close. That way they can't get a weapons lock on us. I want to scrape some paint off their hull, Lieutenant."
"You can't be serious." Jason said. "That thing will tear this ship apart."
"Raise shields, arm phasers. Fire at any targets of opportunity as we pass."
"Aye, sir." Farris said.
Sparhawk turned back to his sister. "Are you kidding me, Kar?" He said forgetting that this had already happened and she couldn't hear him. Sparhawk remembered that this was the battle that destroyed the Valiant. But he had figured the ship was trying to get home and got caught by the Dominion, not picking a fight with Jem'Hadar battleship. He could do nothing but stand by and watch the events that took the life of his sister play out.
"Torpedoes ready, sir."
"Come on, Nog. You should know that you out rank everyone here. They are all cadets."
"Defense system ready." Farris called out.
"Helm ready." Shepard said.
"All right, Mister Shepard. Take us in."
Sparhawk watched helplessly as the Valiant engaged the enemy. The battleship opened fire on the Valiant. The Valiant rocks hard from the impact of the battleship's fire.
"Shields holding." Farris called out.
"Fire at will." Watters ordered.
The Valiant fires its pulse phasers at the Jem'Hadar ship while it takes on damage as well. Sparks fly out of a rear console and kills a cadet, sending him over across the tactical island behind him.
"Helm, hard about. Tactical, get a target lock on those braces."
"What braces?" Sparhawk said.
He didn't bother thinking to himself because no one here could hear him. He walked over to his sister's station to figure out what they were talking about.
Two cadets come in to carry out the body of the dead cadet just as Dorian Collins comes in to take over the dead cadet's station.
"They're trying to jam our sensors." Farris called out.
"Mister Nog, initiate countermeasures."
"I'm on it."
Sparhawk saw the display screen and saw that they were referring to the support braces for the antimatter storage system.
"That's not going to work."
"Full power to the forward shields. Helm, plot an escape course down the Z-axis." Watters said.
The Valiant fired its weapons as the battleship turned and fired.
"They're turning to port." Shepard said.
"Match them, Helm. Keep us on track."
The ship rocks again.
"Hull breach on deck two." Collins called out. "Emergency forcefields are in place."
Sparhawk slammed his hand against the bulkhead. "Damn it, can't you see that this plan isn't going to work." He said futilely.
"Steady our course, helm. I can't maintain targeting lock."
The battleship gets larger on the screen. The battleship continues to fire and hits the Valiant. A console exploded taking out another cadet. Karen looked back, slightly traumatized. She looks as if she is unsure about this mission now.
"Karen, it's all yours. Fire when ready."
Watters order seem to strengthen Karen but only slightly.
"Understood. Just a little closer."
The ship rocks again.
"We're losing our port shields." Shepard reported.
"Steady as she goes…torpedoes away."
The torpedoes slam into the target and explode. The Valiant flies away from the exploding Dominion ship.
"Aft view on screen."
The Jem'Hadar ship looks to be engulfed in the explosion and the bridge crew cheers. Once the explosion dies down, the crew realizes that the ship wasn't destroyed.
"Did we miss the target?" Watters asked.
"No, sir. It was a direct hit. It just…didn't work."
"Orders, Captain?" Shepard asked.
Watters tried to shake off their failure. He knew it was time to get out of there. The ship began to rock again under the fire from the battleship.
"Lay in a new course. One two seven mark three two…"
Consoles explode all around the bridge, one of which causes Watters to violently fly back in his chair, knocking it out of position and him rolling onto the floor. Burns and blood cover his face. Sparhawk didn't have to go check on him. He knew that he was already dead.
Karen looked back to her dead commander and then slowly turned her head towards her console. One could tell just by looking at her that it was affecting her deeply. She wasn't ready for this type of assignment. None of them were.
"Hull breach on deck two. Deck three. Deck four."
"Come on, Karen. Get them out of here." Sparhawk said.
"Evasive maneuvers. Bring us about to course one two seven mark three two zero."
"I've lost helm control."
"Main powers offline." Nog reported. "I'm rerouting the…"
More consoles explode. First taking out Farris and then Shepard. Sparhawk looked in horror as he saw the events of what had killed his sister. He knelt down beside in hopes that she would still be alive but he knew she wasn't. She had been dead for almost six years. He still couldn't hold back his sadness. He gripped her lifeless hand and closed his eyes tightly. Despite the heat from the fires and the smoke in the air that proceeded into his lungs, he wanted to stay with his sister.
Then it all stopped. He no longer felt the heat or had trouble breathing. He opened his eyes and realized that he was in his quarters again and no longer in his uniform.
What the hell was that all about? It seemed so real.
He could feel tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He couldn't allow them to fall so he quickly wiped them from existence.
It was only a dream.
However, despite it being a dream, it still bothered him to witness what had killed his sister. He had to talk to someone about it. He reached over and hit the comm. button on his bedside panel.
"Sparhawk to Counselor Nycz."
"Go ahead, Commander."
"I'm sorry to bother you so late, do you have a minute?"
"Sure, meet me in my office and we'll talk."
"Thanks. Sparhawk out."
Before actually getting out of bed he lied there looking at the ceiling thinking about his step-sister.