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Title: Star Trek: Outwardly Mobile
Author: Jay P Hailey (JayPHailey{at}yahoo.com) Series: MISC - TNG OCs
COdes: None
Part: X/335(?)
Rating:[PG]
Archive: Fine with me, just tell me where. Disclaimer: Paramount owns all
things Star Trek.  I claim Original Characters and Situations for me.
Webpage HTTP://www.phoenixinn.iwarp.com/jayphailey

The Defiant
by
Jay P. Hailey
And
The Star Trek Players

Birdy smacked a raving man in the head with his tool kit. It was heavy kit,
the man went right down. Burke was fighting desperately but Mileu was the
real terror in the corridor. There were five raving men in the corridor.
Mileu danced through them in quick succession. With the exception of the
one the Birdy cold cocked, she disabled all of them in short order, saving
the one that was attacking Burke for last.

Burke stared at her. "I'm glad you're on our side!"

Mileu bowed from the waist. "D'omo Arigato. If you and Birdy hadn't
distracted the ones you did it wouldn't have been nearly as easy."

They turned to corner into a riot. The corridor was filled with struggling,
dying people. Birdy remembered the scene. He had come through the
aftermath.

"Not that way." He said. "This way."

They turned down another corridor.

-*-

Schuler and Paxton limped around the corner to find a Borg standing in the
corridor. "Aaiiieee!" Schuler screamed despite herself.

The Borg turned to see her.

Paxton said "Turn and walk away."

Schuler turned and began lugging the crippled Security Officer up the
corridor as fast as she could go.

"Wait!" Paxton grunted. "The (ugh!) Borg don't (ahh) react
to...(Argh!)"

Schuler hurried up the corridor and turned the corner as fast she could go.
She could swear that Paxton had just dropped about one hundred pounds of
weight.

The confused Borg called after them "Wait! I don't understand..."
But they were too far away to hear it.

-*-

Jefferson had stopped laughing and Mann was moving with a purpose, now.
They were climbing from deck to deck towards the very top of the Defiant
where the runabout was docked.

A hatch slid open and a long, ropy black tentacle snaked out and started
feeling around the corridor. Tandala squeaked and scuttled away. Crystara
recoiled but backed away scanning.

"It is some sort of subspace life form." Crystara said. "It
does not exist entirely in our time space continuum."

"It'll eat you up, though!" Jefferson said. "It'll swallow
you right down!"

Dr. Smith shook her head. "Are we hallucinating? Is this real or has
the interphase affected our minds?"

"Is there a difference?" Tandala asked.

"We're not going to get out of here, Are we?" Mann asked, hopelessly.

Falling into habit, Baker said "We're going to make it." With a
sincere and completely unjustified sense of self confidence.

-*-

Birdy, Burke and Mileu ducked into the emergency sickbay. Burke and Birdy
both grabbed the emergency door actuator and with a hydraulic hiss, the
door slid shut, closing out the reptilian horror behind them.

Mileu began to look around quickly.

"My god, what was that?" Burke asked.

"Looked like about thirty feet of Komodo dragon to me." Birdy said.

"Where did it come from? I don't understand!" Burke cried.

"You didn't have any komodo dragons on the Defiant?" Birdy asked.

"No."

"Hmmm. That's bad."

Mileu found what she was looking for. She picked up a phaser from a dead
man's hand and check it for charge.

"Wasn't there an order about no phaser use, Ensign?" Birdy asked.

Mileu replied. "I don't think I can fight off that big lizard with a
baton, Chief." She came to attention. "If you insist, Sir, I
will."

"No, that's all right. I guess the anomaly is destabilizing
anyway." Birdy said.

"It's getting worse." Burke said. She began to search around the
sickbay. She picked up a medical smock to cover for her damaged uniform.
"I don't remember it getting that weird."

"Just what do you remember?" Birdy asked.

Burke stopped and thought about it for a long while. "I don't want to
remember." She said quietly.

"I don't think we're going to be able to get back to runabout." Mileu said.

With a metallic crunch, the sickbay door started to give. The Komodo dragon
began to dig its prey out of their convenient lair.

Birdy thought about it. They were on deck nineteen, and the runabout was
docked at a hatch above deck one. That was nineteen floors of riots, komodo
dragons and whatever else might be out there to get through.

"I am open to suggestions, at this point." Birdy said.

-*-

Paxton and Schuler limped down a corridor, lost. They had run in a panic
away from the Borg.

They turned a corner to find a woman with a brown colored uniform. She had
ridges on her nose and a complicated earring on her left ear. She pointed
the business end of a delicate weapon at them.

"[Identify yourselves!]" She said. Neither Paxton nor Schuler
could understand her. They raised their hands slowly to slow no hostile
intent.

"I guess no one told her about the no phasers rule." Paxton said.

"Some time to be disarmed." Schuler complained.

"[Well, I guess you two aren't mad like the rest of these poor
people.]" The crew of her ship had all ready evacuated half a dozen
raving maniacs from the strange derelict. The explosion seemed to indicate
that the anomaly that held the ship was changing. It was time to go.

Taking Paxton under his other arm, the woman said "[My ship is this
way! Come on!]"

Schuler didn't stop ask questions the stranger seemed to be willing to
help, and that's all that mattered. Briefly Schuler remembered the dramatic
presentation showed to all first year cadets. A flat screen production of
something called "The Twilight Zone" the episode called "To
Serve Man".

"Shut up." She growled to herself. Now was not the time.

-*-

The translucent figure floated in air above the deck. It was man in space
suit from the Defiant. He was short and muscular with brown hair and hazel
eyes. He reached out beseechingly but none of the team could touch him.

"He's a spirit that can't find his way out." Tandala said.

"Lieutenant, I don't want to sound intolerant or anything but we need
a strategy for getting the hell out of here, not magic mumbo-jumbo."
Baker said.

"With all due respect, Sir. We're stuck on a ship caught halfway
between reality and unreality. We've rescued fifty year old castaways who
haven't aged a day, and we're looking at a transparent man float
immaterially over the deck. Which world view is better adapted to deal with
this?" Tandala said snappily.

Baker thought about it for a moment. They were trapped and things seemed to
be getting worse. There was nothing wrong with the 24th century scientific
mindset. One of it's primary tenants is that honesty must be the ruling
condition. Baker could not honestly say that Tandala's spiritual
mumbo-jumbo were any worse than running away from monsters at random.

"I'm game, Lieutenant. If you have any ideas then magic away. It's
better than we're doing right now." Baker said.

Tandala looked at him, shocked. "Are you serious?"

Jefferson snorted. Mann said "You're authorizing magic spells?"

Crystara simply started her tricorder recording.

Baker said "I can't say you're wrong, Tandala. Your description of the
Dreamtime is very similar to this place. My mind is open enough and
desperate enough to give it a shot."

Tandala shot him a sideways look. "I guess getting dressed down by
Birdy was better for you than I thought."

"It's only been one day. Let's give it some time." He said.

"To make it through the Dreamtime, you have to follow my instructions
explicitly. If you deviate you may wander in this place until another
shaman comes through to rescue you." Tandala began to take off her
uniform.

"I don't believe that you're going to try magic spells to get us out
of here!" Mann said.

"Ensign! That will be enough!" Baker yelled. "Do you have a
better idea?"

Mann looked stubborn and unhappy.

"Do you?" Baker asked. "No? Then my decision is made. We'll
follow Tandala's advice. What do we do, Lieutenant?"

"We must eliminate as many of the obstructions and distractions caused
by the material world as possible. That means clothes and everything. We
will sing the basic songs and do the basic dances so that you can keep up.
It'll take a while and your soul must be as quiet and pure as you can make
it." She finished stripping and recovered her medicine bag and her
talismans. The small woman's brown body was slim and covered with tattoos
that symbolized her shamanistic status. She assumed a cross legged position
on the deck and began to slowly chant in a high pitched voice.

The man in the space suit faded away. Baker began to strip out of his
uniform and join Tandala on the deck.

The rest of the team began to strip.


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