Fleet Opening Mission: To Our Future

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OOC: Joint-smoking post between Ornixen and John Morgan.

Ah, so they weren't supposed to be there Ornixen thought to himself as he sensed the guards outside his quarters leave.

"Come in," he hollered as he casually floated a PADD from a nearby end table to his hand.

Upon hearing the request to enter, John did so. Entering, his focused immediately on a PADD that floated from a table in to some ones hand. “Merlin indeed”, John thought to him self

“Greeting, you must be Ornixen, I am Admiral John.” John Introduced himself.

"Pleasure to meet you, Admiral.  How can I help you?" Ornixen said, standing and offering a hand.  "Also, I'm not Merlin, but I do know the man who the legend was based on."

“Is that so? Well am sure you found him to be a nice fellow. As for my being here, well, it is a small quest for knowledge.”, John paused for a thought. John rarely came across anyone with any form of telepathy, and always felt a little nervous around them. He then continued.

“The security reports seem to suggest that you came out of nowhere, with a ship not known to starfleet. This unsettles me, to put it lightly. The fact that you walked out of Steve's office without alerting a single security mechanism, is almost insulting. With such power, I wonder what you would want with us at all in the first place?”, John enquired.

“R-Lin is his actual name, and he is a quite a nice fellow.  Taught me everything I know about magic, actually.  Also, don’t worry about my telepathy.  I can tell you are nervous about it, but I assure you, as a matter of etiquette, I don’t read any thoughts but the one you are currently thinking and then I only do so passively.  I’ve been the target of numerous attacks over the centuries and keeping track of what people are actively thinking has saved myself more times than you would believe, even amongst a race of telepaths.”

“As to my reason for being here, I was born human,” Ornixen said, pausing for emphasis, “about 400 years ago, near the close of the 20th century.  I have returned for personal reasons as well as to help you with the Gateway that you have activated.  The Dianese people have used Gate technology for many eons and my starfighter has many useful records, though she may be a bit belligerent at times.”

John stood listening to the person that was before him, telling his story. Thinking it was bizarre, and almost unbelievable. But then, John has learnt that the universe likes to throw you the unexpected at every proverbial corner. It certainly keeps starfleet in business.

“I see” John began. “You seem to jumped a little. These Dianese, I presume are a highly advance race, beyond what starfleet is, since they hold such technology. I also presume that you have been with these Dianese since. What relationship do you have with them? How did you come to being with them?”

“Well, how I came to be with them is a long, long story.  Suffice it to say, a number of magical rings came to my friends and I, rings of legendary status amongst the Dianese.  As for my relationship with them, I had been their ruler, their ‘Kuchaba’, for nearly 200 years before I stepped down a couple of decades ago.  I hold the title now in emeritus status.  I am also known as a ‘kaba’, a descendant of a fledgling race that either has a great destiny or has a great deal of natural magical ability beyond that of their peers.  Kaba is also a term used to describe somebody uses DNA has been artificially fused with Dianese DNA and who was not fully transformed by the process.”

“As for their technology, you are correct, they are far beyond what Starfleet has ever encountered, save for encounters with the Q-Continuum.  While the Dianese do not practice such galactic changes as the Q, the oldest amongst us were alive when the Q ascended to their current state and we are all trained in protecting ourselves from their abilities, though there has rarely been a reason to in the time I have been with them.  And yes, before you ask, the oldest of the Dianese are many, many, eons old.”

“Starfleet has a few in counters with the Q. Mostly with one individual, mischievous in nature. Bring us one of our more favorable enemies, the Borg. Having counter measures against them certainly would make one captain in particular happy.” John jested, but continued with a more serious tone.

“I do digress however, for this enthralling story you do tell, is rather remarkable to say the least. Apart from 'homesickness' perhaps, you say you wish to assist us with the gateway. My presumption is that you detected us fiddling around with the device. Do the rest of the Dianese know of this, or are we going to annoy the wrong people? If they are as powerful as you say, starfleet doesn't want to tick them off. “ John finished.

“Honestly, there is a record of the Gateway being activated within the monitoring station network, but the military probably doesn’t care, although the science department will likely keep an eye on future activity.  If the Federation actually creates their own Gate technology, then an Ambassador would likely be sent to make first contact.  Seeing as you’ve just figured out how to control a gate, not create your own, you are, what the scientists would deem, an ‘interesting group to watch for the next century or two’.  In other words, if they were around watching, you wouldn’t be aware of it, although the Firestorm would likely detect them if they were within a couple of light years.”

“These Borg, you speak of.  I’ve seen some references in your computer library regarding them.  They are a cybernetic race, yes?  The reports I’ve seen remind me of a race of robots that the Dianese were at war with when I first arrived with them and I’m curious if you know anything of their history?”

“Our records have very little on their history, other than their quest for perfection has taken many worlds and species throughout this galaxy since their existence. They have a stronghold in the Delta quadrant. The only people they seem willing to share information with are those that they assimilate into their collective mind.  As of recent, there has been little activity from them as far as starfleet is concerned, starfleet still considers them a great threat. If you wish, some more detailed reports can be given to you.”

“As for the gate way, with our current knowledge of the technology, any assistance would be appreciated. I do have fears of using technology currently beyond our full comprehension, and anything to minimize these are welcome. Starfleet has decided to assign a fleet to its protection to ensure the Borg, or anyone else that may use it for malicious intent, does not obtain it. To kick start the fleet off, the Fleet CO wants a nice party. You are welcome to attend, unless you are busy?”

“Actually, I was planning on heading down.  Admiral Malloway actually sent me a message with the details about it, though I should probably get better acquainted with the layout of this station.  It took me a few minutes to find my way just to these quarters, and that was with the help of the Firestorm’s sensors.”

“The ceremony isn’t for a while, so you should have plenty time for getting to know the station. I for one have work to do; making sure everything is set for this evening, not to mention the debriefing. Tell the ship's command staff what they have in store for them. May I recommend not hitting the bar quite yet, there should be more than enough opportunity for that this evening.”

“Of course, Admiral,” Ornixen said, chuckling as he called his staff to him, reaching out his hand just in time to catch it as it came flying across the room.

John watched as he saw some kind of staff fly across the room into Ornixen's hand, John raised an eyebrow in response.

“It has been a pleasure taking with you. Enjoy getting lost and your stay. If you excuse me.”, John    said as he began to turn round for the exit to the guest quarters.

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