From: Shadowarbiter@aol.com (Matt Huang)
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars
Subject: [fanfic] Star Empires Prolouge
Date: 20 Mar 2003 16:22:18 -0800


a crossover fanfic set in an alt-universe, still working on it when i
can, so explect an installment every now and then, basic trek vs wars,
ownership of trek and wars belongs to paramount and lucasfilm,
respectively, you all know the drill

Star Empires: Prologue

        Dominion warships slowly advanced towards the Obsidian Order fleet,
firing occasionally to destroy disruptor and torpedo platforms
drifting dead in space.  Not so far away, another Dominion battle
group was assaulting a Cardassian starbase and its defenders.  A trio
of Dominion fighters flew towards the Galor closest to the station,
and began dissecting it with their polaraon beams, cutting away
disruptors, deflectors, and bulkheads.  Nearby, a Keldon fought on,
firing torpedoes with reckless abandon at the fighters, and thundered
towards a large Dominion battlecruiser, hellbent on ramming through
shields before unleashing a withering disruptor assault.  Gul Denut
watched it all on the bridge of his own Keldon, thinking of the cost
that the Keldon had paid for the chance to disable the Dominion
battlecruiser, now that both ships shields were down.  However, he
wouldn't let the Dominion commander collect on that price as soon as
the founders would no doubt like.  "Ahead full impulse, put us between
that Keldon and the rest of the attacking fleet."  He looked around
his bridge, his officers working below him to keep the ship's weapons
in use.  "Gul, a Domnion battlecruiser is on a collision course with
us.  What should I do?"  The chaos of battle surrounded him, and Denut
was doing his best to keep that chaos from spreading too far.  "All
disruptors, fire at the battlecruiser's warp core."

        Vulcan was a forge, a desolate desert planet.  However, that did not
stop Darek from appreciating the harsh beauty of his ancestral
homeworld.  He watched as a Vulcan monk walked towards him,
indifferent to the presence of a "sundered one."  Both knew why Darek,
a Romulan, was on the desert world, he had an ancient gift that most
Romulans had forgotten, and most Vulcans rejected.  Darek had the
killing gift, the power to stop life, the actual chemical process that
kept the universe busy, with a thought.  However, his abilities
extended far beyond that, rivaling that of even the Mind Lords of old.
 There were rumors that went so far as to say that the Q were
fascinated by him, introducing and removing obstacles to his command
as a game, enjoying what he would do next.  He would not disappoint
them.

        "All torpedoes, fire!"  A blood red volley of klingon photon
torpedoes streaked away from the K'Vort cruiser Gre-Thor, and slammed
into the shields of the Defiant class Dragunov.  Behind them, a
K'Tinga decloaked, and added a volley of disruptors to the fray.  A
nearby Intrepid responded in kind, firing streams of golden phaser
fire from every array, then punching through the weaker K'Tinga's
shields with a photorp barrage.  Incandescent streams of plasma
billowed from ruptured EPS conduits in the K'Tinga's port nacelle and
splashed onto the K'Vort's shields, weakening them and breaking sensor
locks.  The Defiant saw this moment of weakness, and made the Gre-Thor
pay, warping under the cruiser and firing all it's foreword facing
weapons into it's belly, pummeling the impulse reactors and warp core
as isoton scale explosions ripped through SIF fields and armored
bulkheads.  As the captain of the doomed Gre-Thor watched, the
Intrepid and Defiant both cloaked, the Federation Eagle emblem on each
ship the last to fade from view.  Then, one of the dedicated EPS
conduit powering the bridge breached, first erupting in a shower of
sparks, then vaporizing the surviving bridge crew.

        Under the serene blue sky of Earth, Bobby Mason and the rest of his
5th grade class was listening to Miss Wolfe's lecture on federation
history, the Quadrant Wars.  "The Praxis incident was the turning
point in Federation-Klingon relations.  Praxis was a key Klingon
energy production facility, vital to the livelihood of Qo'nos and the
economic base of the Empire.  In 2293, it was nearly destroyed when a
reactor went critical, but was saved when the reactor went inert, luck
and shoddy construction had meant that reactant injectors fused shut
before a runaway reaction could destroy the moon.  However, this meant
that Qo'nos was left without it's main power source.  While Chancellor
Gorkon was occupied with securing a truce to gain time for repairs to
the moon, a coup led by General Chang was successful in taking over
and declaring war on both the Federation and the Romulans for
'Sabotage of Praxis moon', plunging the Klingon Empire into civil war
and dragging the entire quadrant into chaos.  What happened next was a
testament to the character of the Federation, and a grim warning of
things to come."

        The RIS Hieraeetus watched from behind it's cloak as a black shape
burst from warp, a stark contrast to the bright starfield of the
galactic core.  It was a small, roughly triangular vessel, with a
daggerlike form, hull scorched black all over, gaping holes exposing
eps conduits.  On the bridge, Commander T'Hark studied the ruined
hull.  His conn officer began a few scans.  "A Talarian warship,
heavily damaged, no lifesigns.  They were a burning wreck long before
they engaged warp drive, but they still tried to run..."  A large,
white daggerform ship appeared from nowhere, the large turrets on it's
hull turning to face the Talarian Warship.  "Intriging, it seems that
we have discovered the Talarian's attackers.  By the looks of them,
quite a formidable opponent."  Brillant streaks of energy lashed out
from the larger ship, spearing the Talarian ship until it was plasma. 
"I believe that was an ion cannon, commander.  Preliminary analisis
reveals that they are a warship, with neutronium alloys plated onto
the hull.  I have identified several weak spots in their armor,
including several large exaust ports on their aft hull, relatively
unarmored postions along their centerline, an oversized shuttlebay in
their vental hull, and what appears to be their command and sensors
module on that dorsal mast.  If we attack, I recommend an assault to
their aft from under cloak."