The idea evolved a bit. I decided to grab the Joined Trill race from the zen store. I had this notion of every time I reroll I could consider it a new host for the symbiot, and have an enduring legacy. I liked the idea, and it gives me a lot of options since joined trill can be on both factions.
I've also decided to document my "adventures," at least for now. I don't know if I'll keep it up. I'm setting them up in the form of journals, or maybe personal logs. Naturally most of the things that happen will be familiar, as you've all experienced the game content. But I'm going to try and put unique spins on it every time through, and plus each character/host is going to have their own perspective.
Chronicles of Valkyr, Volume One: Jisa Valkyr
My first command, and our first mission.
I was called in to speak with Admiral Quinn today. I was pretty apprehensive before the meeting. Turns out the news was good, yet it left me even more apprehensive. I got my own command.
"I have an assignment for you, Lieutenant," the admiral said getting straight to the point. "I'm assigning you command of the U.S.S. Tiassa. We've received a distress signal from a freighter, and we need you to investigate."
I was stunned, to say the least. I'm a very-junior grade Lieutenant, and suddenly I'm being given a ship?
"Sir," I said once I recovered, "I'm flattered but I'm not sure I'm ready..."
"I've seen your record," he said, interrupting me. "I think you're being overly modest. I feel you're ready, and frankly right now it's immaterial either way. We have to respond, and you're the best candidate available. Don't worry, it's probably just a faulty navigation array. Find them, send an engineering team over, and you'll be back before you know it."
"Very well, sir. I'm unfamiliar with the Tiassa, what class of ship is she?" Quinn hesitated a moment, as if he wasn't really eager to continue.
"She's a replica of the NX-01," he told me.
"What?" I blurted in stunned disbelief. "Shouldn't she be out touring the colonies? Giving school children tours? What's a ship like that doing on active duty?"
"It's the best we have available, just like you. All other ships in this sector are already on assignment. Don't worry, it's a routine investigation. And she's fully space-worthy, you'll do fine. Now, I need you to get underway immediately. Dismissed."
I saluted and hurried out of the admiral's office, stifling anymore objections. The best available is a junior-grade lieutenant and a replica? The war definitely must not be going well.
Despite my misgivings, I still felt a little thrill when I strode onto the deck of my bridge on my ship.
"Captain!" said the Andorian manning the bridge, "Welcome aboard, I'm ensign Tala, your tactical officer." She then introduced me to the rest of my senior officers. Senior being a relative term, they were in fact a pack of ensigns.
My chief engineer was a borg, still with some remnants of borg tech on her face. She went by the "designation" of Six. If that wasn't bad enough, the real confusion came from my operations officer. First of all, she was a purple-skinned Saurian. Which is a reptilian race. So, if that's the case, why does she have boobs? Then there was the confusion.
"A pleasure to meet you, sir," she said when her turn for introductions came around.
"Thank you, ensign...?" I left it hanging, waiting for the introductions.
I blinked in confusion then said, "I'm Lieutenant Valkyr, and you are?"
"Name, sir!" she said again. She seemed to getting flustered, or so I thought if her body language was remotely similar to what I was familiar with. For myself, I had no idea where to go from there. Fortunately my new tactical officer came to the rescue.
"Sir, then ensigns name is Name, sir," Tala told me.
"Oh," I said, hoping my embarrassment didn't show. "Very well."
There could be nothing gained from continuing that conversation, so I moved quickly on to the business at hand.
"Helm, set a course for the co-ordinates of the distress call. Warp seven!"
"Aye, aye, sir."
I used the trip, brief as it was, to try and get more familiar with the ship and crew. While going over the ship specs I asked myself, if this was all so routine why had she been refitted with dual heavy phaser cannons? Things just didn't seem to add up.
When we dropped out of warp, what greeted us was anything but routine. The freighter was dead in space, with visible damage and venting a large cloud of plasma. This was no accident, there was weapon scoring and raiders circled it still harrying it like cornered prey.
I knew a routine mission was too much to hope for.
"Red alert," I called. "Helm, come about to course zero- seven-five mark four, full impulse. Weapons target the lead ship. Fire on my mark." Tension filled the bridge as we angled into danger. "Fire!"
I watched the flashes across the viewscreen as our weapons fired, and the lead ship turned its guns towards us.
"Direct hit, Captain," Tala reported. "Minimal damage, target is returning fire. Shields are holding."
"Helm, swing us around behind Target Two. Weapons, target the second ship. We want to divert their attention from that freighter."
My orders were acknowledged and ship lurched as we banked hard in pursuit of the second ship. Now both ships recognized us as the bigger threat than the disabled freighter, and it turned into a real dog fight. The Tiassa held up much better than I expected, considering she must've been built mostly for show.
The raiders were relentless, though. They refused to be driven off from their prize, even as our cannons ate away at their shields. Soon we had their shields down, and our weapons were impacting naked hull. And then they were gone. But not completely. Some of the pirates had beamed over to the freighter.
"Bring us into transporter range. Tala, Six, Name, you're with me," I said.
We beamed across. The interior of the freighter was hot, and full of smoke and fumes. Lighting was irregular, and the ship was obvious in poor shape. The prospects of salvaging her didn't seem too good.
As we made our way along the corridors we checked every room. We found some of the crew, obviously in distress. We didn't have much in the way of medical supplies with us, so all we could do is beam them back to the ship. We also encountered several groups of the raiders.
We fought several firefights in the close quarters of the freighter. Flashes of phaser and disruptor beams trading back and forth through the smoke and gas, the energy heating the air even more. We fought our way to engineering, and met the captain. The were already prepared to evacuate. The ships was a lost cause.
My team and I led the survivors back to the transporters, the captain stayed behind. She was going to set the ship to self-destruct and deny the pirates their prize.
We'd barely started back when I got the report of more ships inbound. I needed to get back, I needed to be on the bridge. The pirates had other ideas. The new ships beamed over reinforcements, and it was another running fight back to the transporter.
We held the transporter room while the freighter crew was evacuated. Once the last of them were clear we beamed over and I hurried to the bridge.
This second fight was harder, the pirate's reinforcements were more heavily armed. The support craft were easily cleared, then it turned into a slugging match between us and the lead raider. Both our shields were weakening, and we were both worse for wear.
"Helm, bring us about for another pass," I ordered.
"Aye, sir, coming about."
"Fire all phasers."
Both ships flew in a straight line towards each other, each battering the others diminishing shields. The bridge was bathed in flashes of green as the disruptors impacted our sheilds.
"Steady, divert shield power to the forward arc, keep us on course." As our shields eroded, the pirate vessel stayed locked on course with us, waiting to finish us off. The ranges closed, the ships getting nearer. Damage reports were coming in, we were getting bleedthrough from our weakened shields. Their strength dropping steadily.
"Captain, forward shields are down!" called Tala. The raider's shields weren't far behind.
"Now! Six, emergency power to shields, divert all shield power to the forward arc. Fire all weapons!"
As our shields reformed across our bow, the cannons ripped away the last of the pirates' defense. Moments later, a salvo of torpedoes impacted.
"Target destroyed," Tala said, as the enemy ship exploded.
"Sir," Six said, "the freighter's engines are about to go critical."
"Transporters, we need the captain beamed off there now!"
On the viewscreen, the freighter broke apart from a massive internal explosion. Moments later the transporter chief's voice came across the comms, "We got her captain!"
I sighed in relief, and ordered course laid in back to earth. The order was acknowledged, and I slumped back into the captain's chair.
"Yeah," I muttered to myself, "a routine mission."