From: baron_lowe@yahoo.com (Baron Kenneth von Lowe) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: (FANFIC) Domination PART VI Ch 51 Chapter 51 Strowbridge crooned softly to himself, plucking his nipple hairs one by one as he watched the Scotsman's shields drop. 'Launch the assault gunboats, ready boarding parties. I want that miserable fuck Dalton alive to watch Earth's destruction.' He paused briefly to look around the bridge, eyeing the charred bodies of his bridge crew. 'Who the fuck killed you useless bastards?' Throwing his blaster to the ground he ordered a new bridge crew to report for duty. From the underside of the SSD swarmed a dozen assault gunboats in attack formation, heading straight for the Scotsman. Another volley of fire rocked the Federation flagship, almost throwing Dice off his feet. If he was going to find Jones he would have to eliminate the possibility that the ship he was on could be destroyed. Summoning up the dark side, he bent and twisted the fabric of space time, pulling and wrenching with dark energies until his task was complete. This done, he stretched out, searching the ship for the Borg bastard. Nothing would prevent his revenge. Hyde stood on the bridge of the Scotsman, staring blankly at the viewscreen. Nothing he could see made any sense, and he was starting to get a headache from the swirling colours. One moment they'd been engaged in thrilling combat, the next... According to the sensor scans, the universe had shrunk to a tiny bubble, barely larger than the ship, but his eyes told him differently - or so he thought. 'Computer, what's happening?' he asked bleakly. 'A localised space/time fluctuation has trapped the USS Scotsman in a tiny universe of its own. Outside of this, all the other universes in the multiverse are visible.' replied the sexy computer voice. Hyde blinked, the computer had actually been useful, if it was correct. He quickly contacted Dalton and brought him up to speed, then continued with his attempts to scan beyond the universe. He could feel Jones now, the insidious presence gnawing at the back of his mind, cloying and filthy. It wouldn't be long now, soon he would reveal himself to the Federation, soon he would have his revenge. His instincts suddenly took over as he heard approaching footsteps, throwing himself against a bulkhead and trying to look as much like a wall as he could. Dalton strode purposefully down the corridor, photon grenade launcher in hand. Several terrified crewmen scurried along behind him, trying not to lose their footing each time Dalton shook the ship with his gargantuan steps. 'Shimazaki, Hawkins, Namothil, pick it up. Move out in front and sweep the corridor for intruders. Use high settings on your phasers and don't hesitate to use them.' The unfortunate lackeys inched forward and poked their heads around the corner to be rewarded with deadly silence. Sighing with relief, the three of them rounded the corner before dropping to the ground, screaming in pain as Force lightning wracked their bodies, draining their life energies and bleaching their tans. Dice let the crewmen drop to the ground like cliched lifeless puppets, bringing his attention to focus on the remaining figure. At first glance he looked Borg, but the rosy red cheeks and cheeky boyish grin negated that possibility. No matter, he would be dead shortly anyway. Lightning danced from his fingertips, splaying across the stranger, a forest of fire that would have taken down even the most stalwart Jedi, but the man just stood there, laughing as shields sprung up around him to deflect the blast. 'Fool,' chuckled Dalton, 'The Borg assimilated Jedi, my implants allow me to deflect your attacks.' he fired off a barrage of railgun pellets which Dice promptly dodged before reaching out with one hand. Dalton's chuckle turned to a gasp as he was lifted off the floor and tossed against a bulkhead. 'Hey, no fair! Ow! Quit it! That hurts!' Dice continued to pound Dalton for several minutes, but his stamina seemed inexhaustable. Finally giving up, he used the Force to access a nearby transporter console and transport Dalton off the ship. That done, he continued his quest. Jones was not far away. Floating through the void, Dalton only had a few seconds to feel the cold vacuum of space against his face before he encountered the edge of the universe. He found himself drifting through a substance that felt slightly more viscous than water and struggled desperately to get out. For what seemed like an eternity he held his breath, fighting against the instincts that commanded him to open his mouth before finally he could hold it no longer and inhaled deeply... and nothing happened. He tried again, and once again nothing. The only conclusion he could draw was that outside the universe, in this... noniverse, time did not exist. He looked around in wonder at the myriad of universes floating around him, appearing as nothing more than threads in this place. Concentrating hard, he saw with a start that the Imperials were not from a different galaxy at all, but from the Milky Way in an alternate universe! So caught up was he in this revelation, that he didn't notice the Scotsman in its own universe coming to bear on him, speeding through the noniverse to rescue him. He waved his arms franically, trying to divert the ship but to no avail, he once again felt the cold of space against him for a moment before Hyde transported him back aboard the Scotsman. 'You moron! What have you done!?' he screamed at a confused Hyde, who watched in abject terror as Dalton tore consoles out of the walls, throwing a hissy fit. There was a terrible cracking sound, and the Scotsman's universe intersected both the Imperial universe and their home one simultaneously. Time seemed to stop and the ship elongate, for what seemed like an eternity Dalton heard nothing and felt nothing, then in an instant everything reverted to normal. 'Sir,' whimpered Hyde, 'We have an incoming transmission from the vicinity of Earth, they want to know who we are and what we're doing here...' 'Onscreen.' came the snapped reply, and a face flickered onto the screen. Dalton squinted, trying to figure where he knew the man from. 'This is Captain Admiral Strowboyd of the Federial Steam Destroyer Strowminator. What is your business with Coruscearth?' Dalton put his head in his hands and started moaning, quiet at first but building up into a wailing crescendo that made the very walls of the bridge shake. There was only one explanation, when they had crashed their universe into the other two, the two original universes had merged as one causality, with only the Scotsman remaining in its original form. On board the Strowminator, Strowboyd turned perplexed to Lieutenant StravCav. 'Can we translate that crewman? I need to know if they're hostile. Ah fuck it attack anyway, but maybe wait and translate it first, at your discretion, because I'm in charge.' He sat back in his chair and mused, with the Borg planet killers roaming the galaxy they couldn't take any chances. 'Okay, if they haven't given us a good reason for their being here within 12 seconds, destroy them. On board the Scotsman, Dalton continued to bawl.