The starship Dauntless slowed as it neared Earth orbit.  In the distance, the immense Starfleet spacedock floated serenely, the spacedoors closest to the approaching starship slowly parting, allowing access to the protected interior.  The Sovereign-class starship passed silently between the open doors and into the starbase’s interior.  Moments later, the Dauntless pulled into her assigned slip.

 

            “Vessel is moored, Captain,” Lt Commander Setton To’Lock Arbelo reported to Captain K’danz.  The woman in the center seat nodded.

 

            “Very well, Monster.”  K’danz then looked over to her right, where her first officer, Commander Tom Paris, sat.  “Shall we beam over and see what was so important that Starfleet Command had to pull us off our mission and recall us all the way back to Earth?”

 

            “After you, Captain,” Paris said, gesturing for K’danz to take the lead into the turbolift.

 

            Minutes later, the pair materialized on the transporter pads just outside the spacedock administrator’s office.  A young human female lieutenant looked up as the two Dauntless officers stepped over to her desk.

 

            “Captain K’danz and Commander Paris, starship USS Dauntless, reporting as ordered,” K’danz announced.

 

            “Yes, Captain, you’re expected,” the lieutenant replied pleasantly as she gestured toward a pair of nearby chairs.  “The Admirals are currently meeting with someone else, but they will see you shortly.”

 

            K’danz exchanged a glance with Paris as the two sat down.  Two minutes later, the office doors parted and a woman with long black hair and pointed ears wearing the uniform of a rear admiral stepped out, still saying her good-byes to those inside.  K’danz was shocked to realize she recognized the woman.

 

            “Val’ri?  Val’ri, what are you doing here?  And back in uniform!”

 

            Rear Admiral Val’ri Raiajh turned toward the voice addressing her and a look of shock came across her Vulcan-like face.

 

            “Carrie?  My gods, it’s been what?  At least fifteen years!  Not since we were both aboard the Sarek.  What brings you here to spacedock?”

 

            “To tell you the truth, I’m not sure,” K’danz admitted.  “My starship was recalled, and I’m here to find out why.  But what about you?  I thought you had resigned your commission before the Gamma Quadrant mission.”

 

            “T’Veer talked me into reinstating as a reserve officer.  Then when everything started happening after V’Pier N’Vorda almost destroyed the ship, Starfleet requested I come back full-time.  Worked my way right up to flag rank during the Dominion War.”

 

            “Excuse me, Captain,” the young lieutenant behind the desk interrupted.  “The admirals are ready to see you now.”

 

            “Thank you, Lieutenant,” K’danz said before turning back to Admiral Raiajh.  “Val’ri, any chance we can get together after my meeting and catch up on old times?”

 

            “I really wish I could,” the Deltan-Vulcan woman replied as she held up a padd in her hand.  “But I just got new orders myself.  A brand new starbase on the edge of the frontier, and I have to get out there to oversee the last stages of construction.  My transport leaves in three hours.”

 

            “I understand.  Maybe I can arrange for the Dauntless to make a port call there some time?”

 

            “Captain?” Paris interrupted, gesturing toward the door of the administrator’s office.

 

            “Maybe,” Raiajh replied.  “I’ll keep an eye out for you.  Good seeing you again, Carrie.”

 

            “You too, Val’ri,” K’danz said before shaking her former shipmate’s hand and turning back to Paris.  “Let’s go, Tom.”  And a moment later, the ornate wood doors slid shut behind the two Dauntless officers.

 

 

Space, the Final Frontier…

These are the voyages of the starship Dauntless!

 

Star Trek: Dauntless

 

“FTL” By PJK

 

 

Several Hours Later…

 

            The senior staff of the Dauntless gathered in the briefing lounge behind the bridge.  Through the large windows looking aft, beyond the warp nacelles of the starship, the interior of the spacedock could be seen, various shuttles, work bees and travel pods moving about delivering supplies and personnel to the various ships moored inside as a transport vessel departed through the distant spacedoors.

 

            “FTL?” Commander Dar, the starship’s Chief Engineer and K’danz’s half-Klingon husband asked as he looked at the project proposal displayed on the padd the captain had passed around.  “Isn’t warp drive already a faster than light propulsion system?”

 

            “Yes, but this isn’t warp drive,” K’danz explained.  “The way Admiral Harle explained it, it’s a brand new way to travel around the galaxy.  Not even space travel as we know it.”

 

            “And we’ve been designated the guinea pigs?” Lt Commander Setton To’Lock Arbelo asked.

 

            “In a manner of speaking, Monster,” Paris replied.  “The Dauntless has been chosen to test phase two of these experiments.”

 

            “I don’t like the idea of them pulling out four of our impulse reactors to make room for this equipment,” Dar added.  “That’s almost a full 50% reduction in our sublight propulsion ability.  Not to mention secondary systems that depend on those reactors.”

 

            “The admirals assure me that any reduction in propulsion will be more than made up for by this new system,” K’danz said.

 

            “How long will it take to install all this?” Chief Pono Kyman, the starship’s Chief of the Boat asked after the padd was passed to him at the opposite end of the conference table.  “I admit my engineering knowledge is limited, but this doesn’t look like it can be installed in just a day or two.”

 

            “Two weeks,” Paris answered.  “Everything will be installed by crews from the Corps of Engineers under the supervision of a system expert.  A Doctor…  Doctor…”

 

            “Doctor Gaeta,” K’danz added.  “Doctor Juliani Gaeta.  The inventor of the FTL drive.”

 

            “I still have some misgivings,” Dar admitted, looking at his wife and commanding officer.  “But we don’t really have a choice, do we?”

 

            “Nope,” K’danz replied with a shake of her head.

 

*          *          *          *

 

Captain’s log, stardate 62438.2:

It has taken two weeks to remove the four fusion reactors that normally provide half the power to our impulse drive, two on each side, and replace them with the equipment that is the bulk of the new FTL drive, a system that the drive’s inventor, Doctor Gaeta, promises will make Zefram Cochrane’s warp drive obsolete.

K’danz, out.

 

 

            In the area that formerly held two of the starboard impulse fusion reactors and now contained two huge pieces of equipment, Commander Dar, Doctor Gaeta and several members of both their staffs made final checks on the new drive components, hooking up power connections and control cables.

 

            “They just look like big gyroscopes to me, Doctor,” Dar said to Gaeta as both Lt Commander Amanda Windsor and Lieutenant (JG) Joella Faggio connected another power line to the closer FTL module.  “How is that supposed to propel us across space at speeds faster than light?”

 

            “It won’t,” Gaeta admitted to Dar’s surprise.

 

            “Then how does it work?”

 

            “Imagine, if you will,” the inventor said, gesturing with his hands to create a mental picture, “warp drive is like driving an old fashioned land car along a road.  To get where you’re going faster, you need to drive faster, like on an ancient highway instead of a winding mountain road.  But you are using up fuel maintaining that accelerated speed.”  Dar nodded.  “My FTL drive avoids all that unnecessary travel and needless energy usage.  Instead of driving down a road, your car simply vanishes from where you were and appears where you want to be, instantly, with only a marginal use of energy, at least in comparison to what is applied to propel a starship at warp speed.”

 

            “That sounds like warp 10,” Dar said, drawing the attention of his two subordinate engineers to the conversation.  “It’s been done, but at a fantastic energy cost and with… shall we say… unexpected results.”

 

            “We studied the starship Voyager’s warp 10 experiment when I was in advanced warp theory at the Academy,” Faggio remarked.  “Doesn’t sound like anything I would want to participate in.”

 

            “That is the brilliance of my invention,” Gaeta said with a smile.  “Warp 10, the so-called infinite speed, should you attain it for any reasonable amount of time, you are traveling so fast that you are literally in every point in the universe at once.  It wrecks havoc with Newton’s laws.  But my FTL drive allows you to jump from one point to another instantly.  No journey in between.”

 

            “How is that possible, Doctor?” Windsor asked.

 

            “I can’t quite explain all the physics involved, Commander.  But think of space as a piece of paper and simply folding the paper and moving from one side of the fold to the other.”

 

            “And we’re going to be the first to try this?” Faggio asked, her voice betraying her nervousness.

 

            “Not exactly.  The Dauntless is phase two.  The first full-size starship to have my drive installed.  But I have experimented aboard a modified Runabout, and the system worked exactly as planned.  Unfortunately, due to the physical size restrictions, the phase one FTL drive had a limit of only 5AU, or just over 747,500,000 kilometers, barely anywhere when you consider the size of the universe.  I’m hoping these full size units will increase that range significantly.”

 

            “How significantly?” Windsor asked.

 

            “If it works as designed,” Gaeta said, “we’ll be able to jump from test point A, just outside the Sol system, into the Bajor system.  By the time this series of tests end, the Bajoran Wormhole will be obsolete.”

 

            Dar looked skeptical, but nodded toward Windsor and Faggio to finish the installation.

 

*          *          *          *

 

Chief Engineer’s log, stardate 62457.4:

Once Doctor Gaeta’s new drive system was installed, it took another week of tests and simulations before the Dauntless finally left spacedock.

Even after carefully studying Gaeta’s plans and specifications, I’m still dubious this new system will work.  Lieutenant Faggio, ever the optimist, has bet me a drink and three slips of gold pressed latinum once we reach DS9 that the FTL drive will work.  I’m thinking I’ll have a Samarian Sunset.

Dar, CEO.

 

 

            “Thrusters ahead, Mister Breitling,” Captain K’danz ordered as the helmsman and Strategic Operations Officer maneuvered the starship around and faced her toward the opening spacedoor.

 

            “Thrusters ahead, aye,” Breitling replied.  Almost thirty seconds later the Dauntless passed through the doors into open space.  “We are free and clear to navigate, Captain.”

 

            “Very well,” K’danz said as she stood up and moved up next to the ops console, where Setton Arbelo sat.  “Set course…”  The captain leaned down and typed several commands into Arbelo’s console, which displayed the coordinates for test point Alpha.  “…180 mark 1.  Ahead full impulse.”

 

            “Course plotted and laid in,” Breitling confirmed.  “Accelerating to full impulse.”  The young officer then looked over toward the captain and said, “You realize it’s going to take us almost five days to reach this point, ma’am.?  It’s over thirty two billion kilometers away.  Two hundred and fifteen AU’s!”

 

            “I know, Mister Breitling, but the Corps of Engineers has deactivated our warp nacelles.  They don’t want us cheating on these tests I suppose.”

 

            “It’s going to be a long mission,” Arbelo mumbled.

 

*          *          *          *

 

            “Approaching test point Alpha, Commander,” Lieutenant (JG) William Hyland III reported.

 

            “All stop,” Commander Paris ordered before pressing the intercom on the arm of the command chair.  “Captain K’danz, Commander Dar, Doctor Gaeta to the bridge please.”

 

            Several minutes later, all three people arrived on the bridge, and while K’danz stepped over to where Paris now stood by the center seat, Dar and Gaeta walked over to what had originally been the engineering user console on the outboard port side of the bridge.  The console had been modified to control the new FTL drive.  At its center was what looked like a large keyhole.  Gaeta removed a small case, no larger than fifteen centimeters long, out of a pocket on his jacket and opened it.  Inside lay a small gold device that looked like two straws with an isolinear chip encased in gold connecting them.  Gaeta referred to the device as the Key.

 

            “With your permission, Captain?” Gaeta asked K’danz.

 

            “By all means,” K’danz replied, watching the inventor and her husband from next to the free-standing engineering console.

 

            Gaeta nodded, then turned toward the console, removing the key from its carrying case and placing it into the keyhole.

 

            “Spinning up the FTL,” the Doctor announced.

 

            Back in the spaces that housed both the normal impulse drive reactors and the newly installed FTL drives, the new components hummed to life, a hum that could be heard throughout the decks of the saucer hull.  Everyone on the bridge looked around before all eyes settled on Gaeta.

 

            “Programming the jump coordinates,” the Doctor announced as he started tapping commands into the console.  “Just a short jump for the first test.  402,336 kilometers, the same distance as from Earth to the moon.”

 

            Gaeta finished entering his data into the console.  A moment later a light above the key turned green.

 

            “FTL drive is ready,” Gaeta confirmed.

 

            K’danz nodded and returned to her chair.  Sitting down, she touched the intercom on the arm of the seat.  The sound of a bosun’s whistle was heard throughout the starship.

 

            “Attention all hands, this is the bridge.  We’re about to test the new FTL drive.  We are among the first people who will experience this radical new drive, and I have been informed it can be a little disconcerting.  Everyone who can, I recommend you sit down and remain seated until after the jump has occurred.  Stand by for further word from the bridge.  Captain, out.”

 

            K’danz then looked at the crew around her while Dar stepped down and sat in the chair to his wife’s left, the one normally occupied by the ship’s counselor.  “Status?” she asked.

 

            “All systems ready,” reported Lieutenant Thomas Riker from ops.

 

            “EPS power taps nominal.  Engineering stands ready,” Lieutenant John Smith added from his position at the engineering console in front of Gaeta.

 

            “FTL is spun up and ready, Captain,” the Doctor confirmed.

 

            “Ready when you are, Doctor,” K’danz said.

 

            Gaeta nodded, then said, “Jumping,” and turned the key.

 

            A half-second later, the Dauntless seemed to fold in on itself.

 

*          *          *          *

 

            At nearly the same instant, over four hundred thousand kilometers away, a split-second flash of light preceded the sudden appearance of the Sovereign-class starship.  The vessel hung motionless, as if dead in space.

 

            On the bridge, the light above the key was now red and the hum of the FTL drive ceased.

 

            “Jump complete,” Gaeta announced, prompting the crew to start ascertaining exactly where they were.

 

            “According to star readings, we are exactly 402,336 kilometers from where we were a moment ago.  Elapsed time, point five seconds.  About three-quarters of a second faster than if we were traveling at warp factor one,” the helmsman, Lieutenant Hyland, reported.

 

            “Helmsman’s calculations confirmed,” Lieutenant Riker added.

 

            “Engineering systems nominal,” Smith confirmed.  “Ship is intact.”

 

            K’danz touched the intercom once again, the whistle sounding throughout the ship once more.

 

            “Attention all hands.  Jump complete.  Report ship status to the bridge.”

 

            As reports started coming in to both Riker at ops and Chief Kyman at mission ops, the captain looked over at Gaeta and said, “Congratulations, Doctor.  Your new drive works.”

 

            “That was nothing,” Gaeta remarked with pride.  “When we’re done with these tests, warp drive will be a thing of the past.  Permission to set up for the next test?”

 

            “Granted,” K’danz replied.  “How far now?”

 

            “One AU, or 149,500,000 kilometers.”

 

            “Proceed, Doctor,” K’danz ordered.

 

*          *          *          *

 

Captain’s log, stardate 62476.6:

We have successfully completed four tests of Doctor Gaeta’s FTL drive, each a greater distance than the last, culminating in a jump of five light years, the distance that separates the Sol system from Alpha Centauri.  I have to admit, I am amazed by this revolutionary new drive.

We are now positioned just outside the Sol system and about to attempt our longest jump yet, over sixty light years distant, to the vicinity of Bajor.

K’danz, out.

 

 

            “Spinning up the FTL drive,” Doctor Gaeta announced.

 

            Again, the hum of the drive units filled the hull.  Gaeta started entering coordinates of the starship’s next destination into the console.  Almost immediately the hum deepened.  The bridge crew started to feel it more than hear it.

 

            “Captain,” said Dar from the engineering console.  “I’m detecting a severe power drain on both the fusion reactors and the matter/anti-matter warp core.”

 

            “Doctor Gaeta, is this normal?  Or expected?” K’danz asked.

 

            “This jump is the greatest distance possible with the current design.  We’re going to be close to what I call the ‘red line,’ the maximum range of the FTL.  It needs to build up a maximum charge in order to make the jump.  The drive will be ready in just a moment or two.”

 

            Gaeta turned back to look at the indicators on the console.  Dar turned around in his seat to look at both the doctor and the indications.  It looked to the half-Klingon chief engineer like even Gaeta was growing impatient, as if the spin-up was taking longer than even the inventor anticipated.  More than a minute later the light above the key finally changed from red to green.

 

            “FTL drive is ready, Captain,” Gaeta finally announced with a smile.

 

            K’danz paused for a second, listening to the loud hum that filled the hull, feeling the vibration through her seat.

 

            “Are you sure everything is normal, Doctor?”

 

            Gaeta nodded and smiled again.

 

            “All systems nominal,” he replied.

 

            K’danz exchanged a look with her husband.  Dar merely shrugged.

 

            “Very well,” the captain finally said.  “Jump the ship.”

 

            Gaeta started turning the key as he said, “Jumping.”  A moment later the console erupted in a shower of sparks just as the Dauntless folded in upon itself.

 

*          *          *          *

 

            “Please state the nature of the medical emergency,” the holographic doctor said.

 

            “Over by the mission ops console, Doctor,” K’danz directed.  On the port side of the bridge, Doctor Gaeta was laying on the deck between the outboard consoles and free-standing consoles, Chief Kyman trying to comfort him before the EMH stepped over and started scanning Gaeta’s arms and hands with a tricorder.

 

            “Second and third degree burns,” the holodoc reported as he pulled a protoplaster out of his medikit and ran it over the wounds before finishing up with a dermal regenerator.  Just as the EMH finished, Doctor Justin MacMillan and another medtech stepped out of the nearby turbolift   In a couple of minutes, the two new arrivals were escorting Gaeta down to sickbay to make sure he was not hurt any worse than the EMH had diagnosed.  Meanwhile K’danz stepped over to her husband.

 

            “What happened?  Why did the console overload?” she asked.

 

            “I’m not sure,” Dar said as he examined the now-darkened console.  The key that controlled the FTL drive was scorched and blackened.

 

            “Monster, contact DS9.  Inform them of what happened during the last jump test,” K’danz ordered.

 

            “Aye, Captain,” Lt Commander Arbelo replied before opening the hailing frequencies.  A moment later he turned to look at K’danz.  “Captain, I have a problem.”

 

            “What’s the matter?” the captain asked.  “Something related to the overload?”

 

            “I don’t think so,” Arbelo replied.  “I’m hailing on all standard frequencies, but I’m not receiving anything.  Nothing at all!”

 

            “Ensign Breitling, can you confirm our present position?” K’danz requested urgently.

 

            Carter Breitling accessed his console for a moment, then with a frown looked at K’danz and said, “No, Captain.  All I’m sure of is we’re not in the Bajor system.”

 

            “Then…  Where are we?” K’danz asked, looking with alarm at Dar.

 

*          *          *          *

 

            A short time later the captain, Dar, Chief Science Officer Alasdair Wallace, Lt Commander Arbelo and Doctor Juliani Gaeta, who aside from several patches of plastiskin on his hands and arms was in good condition, gathered in the briefing lounge to discuss their situation.

 

            “What happened, Doctor?” K’danz wanted to know.

 

            “As near as I can tell, the system overloaded,” Gaeta said.  “In some respects the FTL drive units are like huge capacitors, taking in the amount of energy from the reactors that the program calculates it needs for the jump coordinates in question.  I thought it was taking longer than I figured to build the charge, but I thought it was because I never tried such a long distance jump before.  Evidently the jump drive took in more energy then it really needed.”

 

            “And that puts us where?” K’danz asked.

 

            “We’re still workin’ that out, Cap’n,” Commander Wallace said.  “Near as we c’n figure, we may have jumped halfway ‘cross the galaxy.  …Maybe halfway ‘cross the universe!”

 

            “What?!?” K’danz asked in shock.

 

            “I’m afraid it’s true,” Doctor Gaeta admitted.  With the amount of energy the drive built up, we jumped way past the red line, beyond my calculations.  Truthfully, I’m surprised the drive units didn’t tear themselves apart.”

 

            “Thank God for small miracles,” K’danz remarked as she glared at Gaeta.  “How long before the system is operational again?”

 

            “I already have Windsor, Smith and Faggio working on the console out on the bridge,” Dar replied.  “Fortunately it wasn’t beyond repair.  Doctor Gaeta still needs to look at the drive units themselves and make sure they did not sustain too much damage.”

 

            “Why do I suddenly have the log entries of the USS Voyager running through my head?” K’danz said with a groan before adding, “Dar, once the console on the bridge is repaired, have your staff start working on reactivating the warp drive.  I have a feeling we’re going to need it.”

 

            “What’re you thinkin’, Cap’n?” Wallace asked.

 

            “Alasdair, work with Arbelo and his staff.  Figure out exactly where we are.  If we’re only a relatively short distance outside Federation space or the Gamma Quadrant entrance to the Bajoran Wormhole, I’m willing to take the time to get home at maximum warp.  But if we’re too far out of reach…?”  She looked at Gaeta again.  “…We’ll have to rely on your invention, Doctor.  Make sure it works.”

 

            “Yes, Captain.”

 

            K’danz looked at those gathered around the table, then said, “You all have your assignments.  Dismissed.”

 

*          *          *          *

 

            K’danz was sitting at her desk in the ready room, looking over the reports Dar and Doctor Gaeta had filed concerning the repairs to the FTL drive and its control console, both currently undergoing repair, when the door chime rang.  She looked up at the door connecting to the bridge as she said, “Come.”

 

            The doors swished open to admit both Commander Wallace and his Assistant Chief Science Officer, the Vulcan Commander T’Ashara.

 

            “I go’ good news an’ bad news for ya, Cap’n,” Wallace said in his heavy Scottish brogue.  “The good news is we’ve figured out where we are, an’ we’re still in the Milky Way galaxy.”

 

            “Great!  Where?” K’danz asked.

 

            “We overshot our target coordinates by about 30,000 light years,” Wallace explained.  “Well beyond Cardassian space.”

 

            K’danz made the calculations in her head, her eyes going suddenly wide.

 

            “That’s almost nine years at maximum warp, no stops along the way!  The engines can’t sustain that!”  The captain took a deep breath, then asked, “If that’s the good news, what’s the bad?”

 

            Wallace looked at his Vulcan companion, who answered, “Stellar cartography made a disturbing discovery in the process of determining our location.  We’re currently in extended orbit of a K-type star, range 72,500,000 kilometers.”

 

            “Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like what I’m about to hear?”

 

            “In just the short time we’ve been in this system, stellar cartography has noted a five hundred degree Kelvin rise in temperature and a two thousand kilometer decrease in diameter,” T’Ashara said.

 

            “The star is collapsing?”

 

            “If things continue as they are, the star will go nova.”

 

            “When?” K’danz asked, dreading the answer.

 

            “The precise time cannot be determined,” T’Ashara admitted.  “It could be in the next week.  It could be in the next hour.”

 

            “And if the star goes nova, how far will the subspace shockwave extend?” K’danz inquired.

 

            “Based on the mass of the star, if it explodes, the shockwave will extend at least 140,000,000 kilometers.  It will destroy the two innermost planets…,” T’Ashara replied.  “…And us.”

 

            K’danz immediately pressed the intercom on her desk.

 

            “Captain to engineering.”

 

            “Engineering.  Dar,” came the reply.

 

            “Status of the warp drive?”

 

            “The Corps of Engineers did a pretty thorough job, Carrie.  It may be a few days before we can have warp drive back on line.  Why?”

 

            “Because we need to get out of this system as soon as possible.  Keep working on it.”

 

            “All hands are on deck.  Engineering, out.”

 

            K’danz looked up at her two science officers, her eyebrows raised as if to ask if there was anything more.

 

            “Cap’n, there’s one other thing,” Wallace added.  “From what I c’n tell from the data we have, th’ collapse o’ the star only started recently.”

 

            “Meaning?” the captain asked.

 

            “Meanin’…  That star’s destruction may have been caused by the FTL drive.  An’ us.”

 

*          *          *          *

 

Captain’s log, supplemental:

I am disturbed by the fact that this new drive method may be responsible for severe environmental damage, damage grave enough that it will destroy an entire star system.

K’danz, out.

 

 

            “It’s not my drive!” Gaeta said emphatically.  “Of that I’m sure.”

 

            “How can you be sure?” the captain asked.

 

            “Because if it was the FTL drive that caused that star to collapse,” the doctor said, pointing out the ready room window at the bright red star in the distance, “it would have caused severe problems in the Sol system!  Where do you think the phase 1 tests were conducted?  We ran the runabout through its paces in standard orbit of Earth and various spots around the solar system, including well within the orbit of Venus and the vicinity of Mercury.  And last I checked, the solar system is intact.”

 

            “Granted,” K’danz replied.  “In that case, we need to use your drive to get back home!  Will it work again, Doctor?”

 

            “I don’t want to risk another jump beyond the red line,” Gaeta said.

 

            “What’s the maximum distance you feel comfortable with?  We need to get away from this star before it goes nova.  And we’re 30,000 light years from home.”

 

            “I would be comfortable with jumps of no more than 50 light years at a jump.”

 

            K’danz’s eyes widened with shock again.

 

            “That’s 600 jumps!”

 

            Gaeta sat in thought for a moment, then looked back at K’danz and said, “Perhaps if your Chief Engineer and Science Officers would work closely with me, and considering we now know where we are, I can increase the red line range to accomplish our return in much fewer jumps.  Perhaps less than a dozen.”

 

            “I can live with that,” K’danz said as she stood with Gaeta and started following him out onto the bridge.  “Dar, Alasdair, work with Doctor Gaeta and see if you can safely increase the FTL drive’s range.”

 

            “Aye, Cap’n,” Wallace replied as Dar also nodded and the three men headed toward the jump drive units.  Meanwhile K’danz turned toward the Terran-Vulcan-Efrosian man sitting at ops.

 

            “Monster, prepare a class-1 probe to study the nova after we leave,” she ordered.

 

            “Aye, Captain,” Arbelo replied as he began tapping commands into his console.  “You do realize it will take thousands of years for any telemetry from the probe to reach the Federation?”

 

            “I know, Monster.  But perhaps Doctor Gaeta can perfect his drive in the near future and another FTL ship can head back out here to retrieve the data.  After all, we’re explorers.  Why let this opportunity pass?”

 

            “Agreed,” Arbelo said, entering the last few commands into his console.  “Probe ready for launch.”

 

            “Stand by.  I want to wait until just before we jump out of this system.”

 

*          *          *          *

 

12 Hours Later…

 

            An alarm sounded on both the ops console and the science console, drawing the attention of the cat-like Lieutenant M’nday at ops.

 

            “Commanderrrr!” she exclaimed with her customary purr.  “The starrrr’s temperrrraturrrre has just jumped up to 10,000 degrrrrees Kelvin, and the diameterrrr decrrrreased by half!”

 

            “Yellow alert!” Commander Alasdair Wallace ordered from the center seat before announcing, “Cap’n to the bridge!”  He then looked over to his left at the woman sitting behind the engineering console.  “Please tell me Dar an’ Gaeta have finished their work?”

 

            “Dar’s been working a triple shift, Commander,” Amanda Windsor replied.  “Last report was they thought they were almost done with the modifications.”

 

            The turbolift door next to the tactical console swished open and K’danz, still shoving an arm into the sleeve of her uniform jacket, emerged.  “Status, Commander?” she asked.

 

            “The star is in its last stages o’ collapse, Cap’n,” Wallace replied.  On the screen, the star that had been large and red when the Dauntless had jumped into the system was now half its original size and glowing a bright blue and getting brighter.  “We need to get out o’ here now!”

 

            “Lieutenant M’nday, launch the probe,” K’danz ordered.  “Bridge to engineering, please tell me the FTL drive is ready!”

 

            “As ready as it’s going to be,” replied the familiar voice of Commander Dar.  “Doctor Gaeta is already en route to the bridge.”

 

            Dar had barely finished his sentence with the other turbolift doors swished open and Juliani Gaeta rushed out and over to the former engineering user console.  Pulling the key, still smudged with soot, from the pocket of his jacket he practically jammed it into the keyhole and started programming in coordinates.

 

            “How long, Doctor?” K’danz asked, watching the star continue to shrink on the viewscreen.

 

            “If everything works as planned, we can make it home in just three jumps!” Gaeta replied.

 

            “Very nice, Doctor, but how long before we can jump out of here?”

 

            “Ready to jump in…”  The light on the console quickly turned green.  “Now!”

 

            “Captain, prrrrobe away!” M’nday reported.

 

            “Very well.  Doctor, jump the ship!”

 

            “Jumping!”

 

            Gaeta turned the key, and a moment later the Dauntless folded in upon itself.

 

            Less than a minute later, the star went nova, destroying the small system.

 

*          *          *          *

 

            “Status?” K’danz asked.

 

            “All conditions nominal, Captain,” replied Windsor.

 

            “Location?”

 

            “Checking,” answered the Antican helmsman G’Raff.  A moment later he added, “Ship’s present position matches projected coordinates Doctor Gaeta predicted.  We’re 10,000 light years closer to Federation space than we were a moment ago.”

 

            A quick cheer went up around the bridge.

 

            “Great work, Doctor,” K’danz said as the cheers died down.  “How long before you’ll be ready for the next jump?”

 

            “Just a moment, Captain,” Gaeta replied, entering several more coordinates before turning his chaor to face K’danz.  “I just want you to be aware, along our present course, the next jump will place us in Cardassian space.  It will then take a few minutes to enter in the commands for the third and final jump.”

 

            “While not exactly allies, th’ Cardassians are far from bein’ th’ enemies they once were,” Wallace commented.

 

            “True, but how are they going to feel about a foreign starship, even one from a relatively friendly government, suddenly popping into their territory?”

 

            “We could keep our fingers crossed, those of us that have fingers,” remarked the non-corporeal entity called Lieutenant Spot in his slightly metallic sounding British-accented voice, “and hope there’s no one around in the sector we jump into.”

 

            K’danz shook her head, partly in frustration and partly trying to hold back a smile that was forcing its way onto her lips.

 

            “Proceed, Doctor.  I don’t see as we have any other choice.”  Then as Gaeta started programming in the new coordinates, K’danz looked over toward the science console.  “Spot, any indication that stars in our vicinity have been affected by our jump?”

 

            “I took the liberty of conducting a full sensor scan as soon as we completed the last jump, Captain,” Spot replied.  “While we are not within the confines of a solar system, and thus nowhere near the same proximity as the last star 10,000 light years ago, I can find no indications our FTL jump has caused any environmental damage.”

 

            “Thank you, Lieutenant,” K’danz said before returning to her command chair.

 

            “Coordinates have been entered,” Gaeta announced.  “FTL drive is spun up and standing by.”

 

            “Very well,” K’danz said.  “Jump!”

 

*          *          *          *

 

            Gul Temtek of the Cardassian patrol ship Komaire was slouched in his command chair.  Much had changed in the ten standard years since the end of the Dominion War and the complete change of Cardassian government, but little had changed for career military officers like himself who had allied themselves with the new government very quickly in order to survive.  Here he was, still patrolling the backwater sectors of what remained of the Cardassian Union, as far from Cardassia Prime as possible and still be in home space, protecting against ‘incursion’ by any species so stupid as to actually consider annexing the resource-less asteroid fields and gas giants that abounded in the sector.

 

            Temtek would gladly have paid several hundred lek to be transferred to guard duty on Cardassia Prime, protecting some government VIP like Elim Garek.  Perhaps he would simply leave the military altogether and settle on one of the worlds near the Federation border?  Really get away from it all.

 

            Temtek’s reverie was interrupted by a shout of alarm from his tactical officer.

 

            “Gul Temtek, an unidentified ship has just appeared out of nowhere, bearing 222 mark 6, range six kilometers!”

 

            “How did they get so close undetected?!?” Temtek exclaimed.  “Raise shields and arm all weapons!  Helm, turn us about, course 222 mark 6!”

 

            “Weapons charged and ready, Gul,” the Komaire’s weapons officer confirmed.

 

*          *          *          *

 

            “Jump complete,” Gaeta reported.  “I can start entering in the coordinates for the last jump as soon as the helm confirms our position.”

 

            “Very well,” K’danz replied.  “Mister G’Raff…”

 

            Suddenly the captain’s order was cut off as the Dauntless was struck by a disruptor beam, sending sparks flying from various consoles and causing the Klingon Lieutenant Rinja Ka’Dan and Alasdair Wallace to be knocked to the deck.

 

            “What just hit us?” K’danz demanded to know.

 

            “Captain, we seem to have jumped in almost directly atop a Cardassian warship,” Spot reported   “Probably startled the heck out of them.”

 

            “Shields!” K’danz yelled.

 

            “Shields and deflectors are up, but not before that first disruptor struck us,” Ka’Dan reported as he climbed back up to his post.  Hull damage to engineering hull decks fourteen and fifteen and the starboard warp nacelle pylon.”

 

            “It’s a good thing we had the warp engines shut down,” Lt Commander Windsor said.  “If we’d been hit with drive plasma running through the pylon, it would have taken out the entire aft section of the ship.”

 

            “M’nday, hail the Cardassians.  Tell them we’re not hostile and that we jumped into their space by accident and only wish to withdraw.”

 

            The Dauntless shook once again, but not as violently, as another disruptor blast struck the starship’s shields.

 

            “Hailing the Carrrrdassian vessel,” the Caitian officer acknowledged.

 

            “How soon until you can jump us out of here, Doctor?” K’danz asked Gaeta pleadingly.

 

            “I can’t do anything until Mister G’Raff confirms our position, otherwise we risk jumping into a star or planetary body, and you certainly wouldn’t want that!”

 

            “Certainly not,” K’danz agreed.  “G’Raff?”

 

            “Calculating,” the dog-like Antican replied.

 

*          *          *          *

 

            “I have identified the ship, Gul Temtek,” the Komaire’s tactical officer reported.  “It is a Federation starship, Sovereign-class.”

 

            “What are they doing here?” Temtek asked rhetorically.  “And how did they appear out of nowhere?  The Federation does not normally use cloaking devices, and I have never seen a cloak that completely hid all emissions perfectly, especially at such close range.  We must know more, and to do that, we must capture that ship.  Intact if possible.”

 

            “Gul, they are hailing us,” Temtek’s communications officer announced.  “They claim they ‘jumped’ into Cardassian space accidentally and want to withdraw.”

 

            “Chogan, contact Gul Benil’s ship and get them here fast!  We can’t let this starship, Federation or not, escape.”

 

*          *          *          *

 

            “The Carrrrdassians arrrre not rrrresponding, Captain,” Lieutenant M’nday reported.

 

            “They’re firing again,” Ka’Dan added just before the Dauntless shuddered a third time.  “Minor damage to the power conduits on decks eight and sixteen.  Request permission to return fire?”

 

            “I don’t see as we have much choice,” K’danz said.  “I just hope this doesn’t completely destroy the uneasy truce we’ve had for the past decade.  Return fire!”

 

            The Dauntless’ phaser banks flared to life, beams of phased energy lancing out and striking the Cardassian vessel’s shields.

 

            “No appreciable damage,” Ka’Dan reported.

 

            “Keep firing.  Convince them to withdraw,” K’danz ordered before looking back at her helmsman.  “G’Raff?”

 

            “Coordinates confirmed!  Relaying to the engineering user station,” the Antican officer reported.

 

            K’danz spun on her heels to look at Gaeta, who was already typing into the keyboard.

 

            “Just a couple of minutes, Captain,” the doctor said.

 

            “We may not have a couple of minutes,” K’danz replied, her words emphasized by another hit from the Cardassian phasers.

 

            “Captain!  I’m detecting anotherrrr Carrrrdassian vessel apprrrroaching!” M’nday reported with alarm.  “Bearrrring 212 marrrrk 7, rrrrange 100,000 kilometerrrrs and closing!”

 

            K’danz looked back at Gaeta again just as the doctor announced, “FTL drive is spinning up.”

 

            “You have my permission to jump the instant its ready!”

 

            Gaeta nodded, then turned back to look at the indications on the console.  The Dauntless shook again, the environmental controls console just beyond the sciences post exploding in a shower of sparks.

 

            “FTL is ready.  Jumping!” Gaeta announced.

 

            And once again, the Dauntless seemed to fold in upon itself, leaving two very confused Cardassian crews behind.

 

*          *          *          *

 

            A flash of light and suddenly the USS Dauntless appeared out of nowhere.

 

            “Status?” K’danz demanded.

 

            “Damage control crews are reporting to decks eight, fourteen, fifteen and sixteen,” Lt Commander Windsor reported.

 

            “Sickbay is rrrreporrrrting severrrral casualties, Captain.  But none serrrrious, and no deaths.”

 

            “Shutting down the FTL,” Doctor Gaeta informed.

 

            “Doctor, wait!” K’danz said urgently.  “I want to make sure of where we are first.”

 

            “Confirming coordinates,” G’Raff added.

 

            “Captain,” said Lieutenant Ka’Dan.  “We’re being hailed.”

 

            “By whom?” the captain asked, hopeful.

 

            “Utopia Planitia,” Ka’Dan announced.

 

            “Confirmed,” G’Raff added.  “We are within the Sol system, sixty four million kilometers from Mars orbit.”

 

            A cheer went up among the crew.

 

            “Ka’Dan, answer the hail.  Tell them we’re going to need some repairs.”  K’danz then looked over at Doctor Gaeta and added, “And that the FTL drive still needs some work.”

 

*          *          *          *

 

Captain’s log, stardate 62484.8:

The Dauntless is currently undergoing the removal of the FTL drive and the replacement of the four fusion reactors removed for the test.  We expect to be spaceworthy again in just a few days.

Meanwhile, Doctor Gaeta, Dar, Wallace and I have been asked to debrief with representatives of the Starfleet Corps of Engineers.

K’danz, out.

 

 

            “I told you it wouldn’t work!” Admiral Coi, an Andorian, said to Admiral Harle, a human.

 

            “What are you talking about?  It worked fine!  They jumped away, and they jumped home, did they not?” Harle asked.  K’danz was privately amused at the argument going on between the two engineering admirals, neither one of them Tellarite.  The three Dauntless crew and Doctor Gaeta had reported exactly what had happened during the tests.  Both admirals seemed to believe the same report backed up each of their wildly divergent viewpoints.

 

            “Yes, they jumped away and jumped back, but not to where they were supposed to be!” Coi remarked.

 

            “If I may interject, Admirals?” Dar said, interrupting them both.  The two admirals looked over at the half-Klingon engineer, both with foul expressions.  “Speaking as an engineer, like yourselves, and having seen the FTL operate under real-world conditions, I have to agree with Admiral Coi that it just is not a viable propulsion technology…”  Coi looked pleased, his antennae twitching in satisfaction, until Dar added, “…Yet!  I believe with refinement, better equipment, better programming, the FTL may just be the next standard in Federation propulsion technology.”  Now it was Harle’s turn to look smug.  “Doctor Gaeta needs time to make those refinements.  I would recommend the FTL drive program continue with further experiments.”

 

            Both admirals looked at Dar for a moment, both frowning again slightly before Harle finally said, “Thank you, Commander.  Your recommendation will be taken under advisement.”  He then looked at all four people and added.  “Thank you all.  Dismissed.”

 

            As Wallace, Dar, K’danz and Gaeta left the briefing room and turned down the corridor, the Scottish science officer commented, “I don’ know ‘bout you, bu’ I think I’m gonna find the pub and have myself a cider before I return to the ship.  Anyone care to join me?”

 

            “Right behind you,” remarked Dar.  “Carrie?”

 

            “I’ll be right along,” K’danz said before turning to Gaeta, who was about to head in the opposite direction.  She noticed his less than pleased expression.  “Something bothering you, Doctor?”

 

            “You know how it is,” Gaeta remarked.  “I’ve spent a good portion of my adult life developing the FTL drive.  I really thought it would work.”

 

            “It has great promise,” K’danz admitted.  “You just need to make it more reliable.”

 

            “But you saw those paper-pushers in there,” Gaeta said, pointing toward the now-closed door.  “Their dismissal means the project is as good as dead.  There’s as much chance of my research continuing as there is the research getting cut off completely.  What do I do if that happens?  My life’s work…!”

 

            “Did Doctor Cochrane give up just because he didn’t have the funding?  I’ve heard it took six months just to scrounge up enough titanium for the cockpit module of the Phoenix.  Years to rebuild a ballistic missile into a craft capable of reaching and then leaving Earth orbit.  Most of the rest of the work required was done on a volunteer basis.  But still, it was done, and Cochrane went on to become the most famous engineer in Federation history!”

 

            “You have a point, Captain,” Gaeta admitted.  “But most of these admirals here at Starfleet want a breakthrough yesterday.  That’s why the tests went from a runabout to your starship in just a couple of months.”

 

            “Your FTL has promise.  But you have to refine it, test it, work on it, until it is ready!  Don’t let those desk-bound stuffed shirts pressure you.  Just keep at it, and someday, your name will be listed right alongside Newton, Einstein and Cochrane.”

 

            “You really think so?”

 

            “It wouldn’t surprise me,” K’danz said.  “But until you do it, I’ll be happy to rely on plain old warp drive for the time being.”

 

            Gaeta stood silently in thought for a moment before nodding his head.

 

            “You’re right,” he admitted.

 

            “I know I am.  I’m the captain.  Now come join us for one drink.”  And with a gesture down the corridor, K’danz led Gaeta after Dar and Wallace.

                        

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