Here it is. The first chapter of my Sci-Fi Fan Fiction. The next few chapters will be a bit longer. Please comment and tell me what you think!
PART ONE – THE WAR
CHAPTER ONE – THE BEGINNING
The end of the United Federation of Planets began in the year 2169 only a few years after the charter was signed and you see the end of the greatest civilization in history was the end of history itself. It was the beginning of a series of events that would culminate to, well, the end. The end of all things as we know them. This story, like every other, has a beginning and this is it. This is not just any story though. It’s a tale of great leaders, evil dictators, war, courage and adventure. Once the story is finished the question of whether humanity is destined to destroy itself or survive to become stronger will be answered.
EARTH, SECTOR 001, YEAR 2169
I walked along the corridors of Enterprise, rubbing my hand along the bulkheads, admiring the beauty of the ship. She was more than a ship. She was a member of my crew and she had served us well. Served all the people of Earth well. She was a symbol of exploration, courage and determination – of reaching full potential.
And now…now she was being decommissioned, thrown away like a rotten carcass. Much the same as me. They didn’t need Enterprise anymore, so they threw her away. They didn’t need me anymore either, so they threw me away. Of course they weren’t so obvious about it. They promoted me to Admiral, gave me a desk at headquarters and said I was important. With the old lady, they made her a museum.
New Captains were given the keys to Starfleet. My crew was no longer together. Some of them had their own commands. Trip had one of the new Warp 7 ships. Some of them had even gone into retirement, like T’Pol. She was peacefully resting on Vulcan, studying the path of logic. They were all happy. All content with their lives. Except for me, I was far from happy. My wife, Erika, was dead. She went down with Columbia. Now, my other love, Enterprise was dead too. I didn’t get to go down with my ship. I was just left to rot. I was one of the unlucky ones – trapped in the politics and formalities of being a hero whilst doing nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Finally I reached the bridge. I had completed the walk for probably the thousandth time. I didn’t want to be there. I just wanted it to be over. When the turbolift doors opened I was greeted by applause. Half a dozen Admirals shook my hand and congratulated me. I half-heartedly thanked them and then took the Captain’s chair for the last time. It still felt good, comfortable, powerful. It was my chair.
I knew I was being recorded and that every man, woman and child on the planet below me was watching, so I put on a fake smile and made my speech. I had something memorised, but it didn’t feel right. In the end I just spoke from my heart, “Today is the last day of service for this ship, the Enterprise. She was something special. She was more than a ship. She was alive. She was our guardian and our protector through all the hard times. I had to make some hard calls. We all did and we lost people. Too many people. If I have one regret, that would be it. And yet, if it wasn’t for those sacrifices, I probably wouldn’t be here right now. In fact none of us would. So, don’t remember me. Don’t remember Enterprise. Remember the brave men and women who sacrificed their lives for us aboard this ship. And I’m sure that this won’t be the last ship to bear the name…Enterprise.”
Suddenly, with no warning, the ship shook and everyone was thrown to the floor. As I fell, I knew it wasn’t just a small thing gone wrong. Something big was starting. I knew it in my heart and I knew I would go it alone. I realised that I had known in my heart from the day I was born that my last adventure would be alone. And now I knew this was it.