From: "Andy" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Subject: [FANFIC] "Offtime" Just to show that Star Wars and Star Trek can peacefully co-exist on one small planet called Earth........ _______________________________________________________________ Scene: Sickbay. Time: 0900 hrs. Doctor Jack Donos, Chief Medical Officer of the USS Aquitania say in his office, which was directly off the main ward. Sickbay was slow, to say the least. Ensign Serena Jameson had left an hour ago with a wink and a smile. She seemed to be taking a shine to her job onboard, and Jack couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. She was a charismatic and had a flare for helping others. At least she appeared to. The EMH was back to his normal self. At least Jack thought. He could've sworn he had a recollection of him being a female. He quickly shunned away that notion. "Ah, Doctor Donos. I see that you've made your way in. I musn't have been paying attention." The EMH stood at the front of Jack's desk with a PADD in hand. "No worry Doc. I didn't want to bother you. I saw you working on something over there, and the last thing I would want to do is pry you away from it." Jack had grown accustomed to the EMH, and started to treat him not as a program, but as a human being. He was starting to develop his own personality, much more different then the base Mark I EMH units. Jack liked it. "I appreciate that. I've been working on a way to counteract Borg nanoprobes invasion of cells." "Really? How do you plan to do that." "That, is the hard part. I have been trying to discover the right combination of drugs to accomplish my task. I figure that since Sickbay has been slow, I might as well keep myself occupied." "A good idea if I don't say so myself," Jack replied. The EMH handed Jack a PADD and he took it. "Here's the overnight medical reports. Ensign Fry suffered a twisted ankle while practicing Judo in gym." Jack smiled. "I told him that doing that stuff would eventually hurt him. By now I thought he would have heeded my warnings. I suppose not. So, tell me Doc, what do you have planned for the day?" The EMH was surprised. Jack Donos, the disliker of EMH programs was actually making conversation. Intriguing. "Well, I thought that I might continue working on my project. Maybe getting some holodeck time in. Yourself?" "Actually, I think I might do the same. Holodeck wise that is. I've also been wanting to talk with Councellor Trax. Something's been bugging me lately." "Really? What?" "I'm not quite sure. Maybe she could help me with it." "Indeed. Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to deactivate myself for awhile." "By all means." Jack sat back in his chair with the PADD. "Computer. Deactivate Emergency Medical Hologram." With that, the EMH dematerialized, and Jack was left alone with his thoughts, and a PADD. Scene: Holodeck 3. Time: 1600 hours. "All wings report in." Ensign Ra Harrington said. He sat in an Incom X- Wing fighter. Twelve others of the same fighters were forming up behind him. Captain T'Pranara happened to be in the number 2 fighter, with Mr. Salen in the number 3 fighter. "Blue group reporting in," Jack said back through the helmet comm. He was piloting a Slayn and Korpryl B-Wing. The biggest, and most powerful of the fighters that the Rebel Alliance had during this time period. "Jack, I sure hope that you know what you're doing," Ra said jokingly through the intercomm. "Doctor, it would be logical for you to have chosen a smaller and more manueverable craft, do to your inexperiance at piloting." Salen said from Rogue 3. "You'll be surprised Salen." "All fighters, lock S-foils in attack positions." Ra reached up over his head and flipped a switch. His X-Wing's strike foils locked into the familiar "X" position that gave the fighter its nickname. "Yes Commander," T'Pranara replied. She did the same, and followed Ra at his 5 o'clock. "Agreed." Salen did the same, pulling up on Ra's 7 o'clock. Jack brought his flight group around. "You heard the man. Lock S-foils in attack position." Pulling a lever to his side, the fighter began to roll on it's axis, brining the B-wing's cockpit above the rest of the fighter. Then the two wing pylons opened, bringing the fighter into a "T" position. "This is Blue group. We're ready." Jack then switched over to his flight's communications frequency. "Blue group fighters report in." Jack looked over his CMD [NRPG: Combat Multiview Display. Most fighters come with 3, one with a targeting computer, the other two varius information.] All fighters in his squadron were reporting in. He had 11 other B-wings, plus 6 A-wing escorts. This was going to be one interesting mission." Admiral Ackbar, a Mon Calamarian male sat in his command chair onboard the Cruiser Independance. He wasn't real, but simulated. However, he was programed with the same cunning, intelect, and skill that was found throughout the books and movies of this ancient story. "Fighter groups. An Imperial fleet is to be passing through this area of space. Our main objective is the Imperial Star Destroyer Aggressor. Be on the lookout for support ships. Especially the Lancer class frigates." "Yes sir Admiral." Ra switched over to the fighter group frequencie. "You heard the man, everyone keep an open eye." Suddenly, Jack's voice broke over the intercomm. "I have fighters! Bearing 230 mark 45. TIE Defenders. Ah damn! Here comes the rest of the group. I'm reading 12 fighters. There's the Aggressor. Looks like and ImpStar Deuce. I'm also detecting a striker cruiser as escort." "Understood. Blue group, break off to engage the Star Destroyer. A-wing Blue, provide cover for the B-wings." Ra wiped a small bit of sweat from his forhead. He thought some more. "Gold group, break off and stick close to Independence." Gold group was another group of X-wings. "Green group, engage the TIE Defenders. Rogue group, form up and engage the Strike Cruiser." Green group, a mixture of 12 A-wings and 6 X-wings broke off to engage the TIE Defenders. These menacing fighters were the latest of advanced fighter technology that the Empire had in its arsonal. Not that many were built, do to their excessive cost, however, the few that were built were given to the best fighter groups in the Imperial Navy. However, the biggest threat was their high speed, shields, and quad lasers and dual ion cannons. Rogue group, composing of the 12 X-wings from Rogue Squadron, and 6 Y-wings broke off to engage the Stike Cruiser. "Y-wings, engage with ion cannons. Aim for the turbolaser batteries. The less fire we take the better." Jack sat in his fighter, and pulled back on the flight stick, bringing the fighter into a long arc, untill the Star Destroyer came into view. "Alright Blue Group, let's look sharp. Lieutenent Marx, see if you and your group can draw some fire from the ship's turbolasers. We'll go in and disable it." "Yes sir. On my way." Lt. Greg Marx was leader of Blue Group's A-wing squadron. The other 6 of his fighters were still in the Hangar waiting on alert 5 to help when needed. B-wings, lock on torpedo guidance. Aim for the shield generator domes. Let's see if we can knock the shields out. Reply's came over the Message board saying that all had acknowledged. The targeting HUD went from yellow to red, and a tone indicated a solid lock. "Open fire!" Twenty four blue streaks entered the sky, heading rapidly towards the Star Destroyer. The proton torpedos were some of the most powerful weapons in use by the Alliance, and packed a considerable punch against fighters and starships alike. The torpedos closed on their target with deadly accuracy. Six slammed into the starboard deflector shield generator dome, destroying it. Another six did the same with the port one. The remainder, their targeting computers still active, turned, and started to slam into various parts of the hull. "We're taking damage Admiral!" A lieutenent sitting at a console yelled out. "Our deflector shield generators have been destroyed! We're also taking damage on the hull from the proton torpedo detinations!" "I recommend we get out of here sir," Captian McGriff said. He was the Captain of the ship, and the last thing he wanted was to loose it. "Very well, signal the Puriscutor. Tell them that we are jumping out. And tell Captain Reilly that his plan had failed, and that there will be serious reprocutions." Admiral Pierre stood, looking out the window of the bridge. His white uniform spotless. Today, another victory for the pitiful Rebellion. "T'Pranara, pull up and come to a heading of zero three four." Salen was tailing a TIE Defender that was on her tail. Salen brought his torpedo guidance system online, and began to get a locking on signal. "Of course. Beggining climb." T'Pranara was cool headed, the thought of an enemy fighter on her tail, not phasing her at all. She pulled up on the stick, and her fighter began a climb, towards the Strike Cruiser. Salen pulled up, feeling the "g" forces pulling against himself in his flight suit. The targeting reticle went red, and he fired. The torpedo blazed forward, hitting the TIE in it's Solar Panel wing array. The panel broke off and exploded. He switched over to lasers and began firing. Each shot pounding a hole in the armor of the TIE untill it eventually exploded. "You are a very adequate shot Salen," T'Pranara said, as she saw the fighter explode in her rear viewport. "Your praise is well welcomed." Salen brought his fighter around, and the two went off to engage the strike cruiser. "Admiral! The ship's are retreating." Another Man Calamarian male yelled from his panel. Ackbar sat back and smiled. "Open fire with the ion batteries. Disable those ships." "Dammit! I've got one on my tail!" Ra yelled into his headset. Another TIE had parked himself on Ra's tail, and couldn't be shaken. "I'm on my way Ra," Jack replied, answering his call. He broke off his attack on the strike cruiser, and then pulled behind the Defender. "Torpedo guidance..." Jack checked his warhead load. "Damn. I'm out of torpedos." "Tell me where to go so I can help you line up a shot." Ra dodged another green energy bolt that came from the Defender. "Alright, come around to 130. Bank right." Jack started heading right. "Gotcha." Ra banked right. The Defender followed, and fired, hitting Ra's s-foil. "Dammit Doc, get him off of me!" "One more second..." Jack lined up his cannons. "Bye bye." Jack fired, with all his cannons linked. Three red laser blasts, and three blue ion blasts teared into the Defender's shields. A red blaze was seen, fired by blue streaks of electricity crawling across the fighter. It was disabled. "Nice shooting Doc. Let's see if we can finish of those Imps." "I'm right with ya Boss." Jack pulled up on his wing. "Rogue Group, Blue Group, all fighters follow me!" Ra yelled over the intercomm. The remaining fighters pulled up, and fell into formation. They began attacking the Imperial ships. "Rogue group, bring down the shields on that strike cruiser so the Independance can begin an attack." T'Pranara switched the CMD to target the cruiser. "Yes sir Ra." All the fighters locked on and opened fire. Jack locked on his targeting computer to the strike cruiser. Ion and laser cannons ready, he began firing. Six blasts fired at once from his fighter every 2 seconds. The other B-wings followed his lead. Eventually, the shield status of the Strike Cruiser went from 50% to 30% then down to 0%. "The shields are down. Begin disabling of the two Imperial craft." Ackbar commanded over the fleetwide frequency. The Independance began firing. The Freedom, a Nebulan-B Frigate also began firing along with a few other attack craft. The B-wings and Y-wings followed suit. The battle was now over. The two ships were captured, and would become New Republic property. Jack, Salen, Ra, and T'Pranara stood in the hanger of the Independance. "You know, I still don't know how you were good enough to become the leader of Rogue group," Jack said jokingly, as he took his helmet off. "Very funny Doc. I'm surprised you knew how to fire a laser cannon." Ra retorted. Salen looked over at T'Pranara and shook his head. T'Pranara nodded, as if seeing what Salen was implying, and the four of them made thier way to the holodeck door. __________________________________________________________ Any comments and criticisms are welcome. For any info on the PBeM group I'm in (which this post came from) check out http://www.ansonic.com.au/TPRANARA/index.html Thank you for your time. -Andy "Eagles may fly hi, but weasles don't get sucked into jet engines."