The Fall of Iconia

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

The Alpha Quadrant...

The First was searching space. Once, he had done a similar job from the science station on the bridge of the Enterprise. Now, he had no need for such a vessel to hold him and keep him safe from the airless void. He was speeding through space at speeds that the Enterprise could never have attained, but when he reached system L-374, he slowed to sublight speeds.

There was little left of the planetary system that used to circle the star. He thought of the death and destruction that had happened there years ago and was very glad that he was energy only at the moment. His face would have given away his emotions had he been corporeal. Of course, he was in the vacuum of space with only an asteroid or two to keep him company, so it was not as if anyone would see.

Suddenly, he saw a glint of white in the distance, and moved towards it. As he circled around the star to where the artifact was, he saw that it was most definitely what he was looking for. It was a cylindrical object, several miles long, tapering to a fine point on one end. The other had an opening large enough for a city ship to be brought into the interior.

He scanned the object for any power emanations, and found very little. He entered the machinery that filled the object's interior and saw that the unit that powered it had been fused. He became semi-corporeal and made some adjustments, then he gripped the power converter in both hands. The unit and his hands began to glow, then as some sort of critical mass seemed to be reached, a rainbow of light pulsed out from him and penetrated all points of the planet killer, and it began to revive.

Warmth flooded into the room, and the bluish dust on the floor started steaming, then was gone as it once more became oxygen. He became fully corporeal and breathed deeply, noting that, while still cold, the atmosphere was breathable. He heard a familiar sound and walked into an adjoining compartment. This was an enormous open area, where boulders the size of houses were being sliced up with a smaller version of the anti-proton beam. The full sized one had demolished the planets used to power the 'killer'.

The sound he had heard, however, was not the beam. It was a stargate being dialed and flashing open. Now, the smaller pieces of rock were being sent through. He took the old style communicator from his belt and flipped it open. "First to The Commander," he said. "Are you there, Jim?"

"I read you, Spock," he heard his friend through the box in his hand.

"Am I to assume, then, that the delivery system is working in Sarah?"

"That's affirmative, Spock."

The Vulcan didn't reply, but allowed an eyebrow to raise and the ghost of a smile to play across his lips. Then, he went back into the control room.

Galactica…

Guinan watched as the man with the glasses entered her tavern. He sat down in his usual place and stared at her. She walked over, and rather than standing to take his order, she sat down. He jerked back in his chair, and scowled at her. "We need to talk," she told him.

Instead, he started to rise. She pointed down and said very firmly, "Sit." He sat.

"Now," she said pleasantly, "you're Douglas Fargo."

"And you're a Q; I believe your name is Guinan," he said with assurance. He then asked suspiciously, "What are you doing here?"

She smiled broadly and answered, "I'm here to help. Why are you here?"