Subject: [FanFic][Survival Posit] RoboTrek #1
From: Neoculture
Date: 2/1/1996, 6:47 PM
To: FanFic Mailing List





                                     ROBOTREK:
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                                THE SURVIVAL POSIT
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                          A Robotech/Star Trek cross-over
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                                        by
                                        --
                                   Aubry Thonon
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                                    Episode 01
                                "Worf In The Fold"

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[Ext. shot, Enterprise under warp.]

Picard (VO):	Captain's Log, stardate 47026 point 8.  The Enterprise has
		just completed processing the data from the Borg's
		databases; Hugh has allowed us to retrieve any and all
		information contained in them pertaining to the TransWarp
		Conduits and although these Conduits are extensive, it does
		not appear that they will cause a threat to Federation
		Security.  However, it seems the secret of their
		manufacture died with Lore.
		We are now en route to Noltim VII, where we are to pick up
		the planet's new Ambassador to the Federation and deliver
		him to the Babel conference.  I am looking to forward to
		meeting Ambassador Tackoff.  I hear he has a very
		charismatic personality.

[Int shot, Enterprise Bridge.]

Riker:		Three hours to Noltim VII, Captain.

Picard:		Thank you, Number One.

Riker:		It will be nice to have a nice, sedate mission for a change.
		I've had my fill of excitement for a while.

Picard:		Be careful what you wish for, Number One, you -

Worf:		Captain!  Sensors register a disturbance ahead of us.

Picard:		Data?

Data:		Confirmed.  There is an anomaly in the space-time curvature
		of the area in our flight path, coupled with irregularities
		in the local gravitational field.

Picard:		All stop.  On screen.

Con:		All stop, Sir.

[Shot of Bridge screen showing an area of space where colours are being
 fragmented into their composite red, yellow and blue.]

Data:		Captain, there is a breach opening within the gravitational
		disturbance.  It resembles the opening of the TransWarp
		Conduits used by the Borg.  Sensors detect movement inside.

Riker:		Red alert!

[Opening sequence music.]

Picard (VO):	Space, the final frontier.  These are the voyages of the
		starship Enterprise.  Its on-going mission; to explore
		strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new
		civilisations, to bodly go where no-one has gone before.

[Opening sequence.]

[Ext. shot, Enterprise at rest in front of a large, mainly rectangular, mass
 of panels and cables.  The Conduit is no longer visible.]

[Title:  Worf In The Fold.]

Picard (VO):	Captain's Log, supplemental.  The... object... in front of
		us has made no move since coming out of the TransWarp
		Conduit.  Although it has the look of a typical Borg
		design, its lack of hostility leads me to suspect they may
		not be involved in this matter.

[Int. shot, Enterprise bridge.]

Picard:		Mister Worf, please inform Noltim VII that we may be late
		picking up the Ambassador.  Mister Data, any lifeform
		readings?

Data:		For a few seconds after the object appeared, there seemed to
		be some biological readings.  However, they were *not* like
		any I have encountered so far.

Riker:		Ferengi?

Worf:		Romulan?

Picard:		Borg?

Data:		They more closely resembled plant-life than anything else.
		I am afraid that whatever it was is no longer alive,
		Captain.  The readings faded 38 milliseconds after the
		Conduit closed.

Riker:		Then it's possible that you were picking up sensor echoes of
		whatever was on the other end of the Conduit.

Data:		The sensor logs insist that the readings came from the
		object.

Picard:		We won't learn anything more by simply staring at it.  Mister
		Worf, do you detect any explosives or weapons inside that
		thing?

Worf:		Negative, Captain.  The object is inert and incapable of
		harming us.

Picard:		Then please lock a tractor beam on it and bring it into the
		Main Shuttle Bay.  I want Engineering on it as soon as you
		declare it safe.  I'll be in my ready-room, explaining our
		delay to Starfleet.

[Picard turns to leave.]

Riker:		Aye-aye, Captain.
		Riker to Engineering.

Geordi (VO):	Engineering, Geordi here.

Riker:		Geordi, I'd like you to take a team up to Main Shuttle
		Bay.  We're bringing something aboard we'd like you to have
		a look at.

Geordi (VO):	On my way.  Geordi out.

Data:		Commander.  I would like to request permission to join the
		Engineering team.

Riker:		Granted.  Mr Worf...  Let's make this as gentle as
		possible.

[Int. shot, Enterprise Main Shuttle Bay.  The doors are open and a large
 object is heading in from the outside.  Worf is at the tractor beam
 controls, guiding its way in.  The large, rectangular object finally
 settles on the floor, trailing cables behind itself.]

Geordi:		Alright, people, look lively.  The Captain wants answers
		and he wants them yesterday.

[Int. shot, Enterprise Conference Room.]

Geordi:		As far as we can figure, what we have here is an engine.

Data:		We located a control panel on its surface, next to what
		appears to be a computer uplink.  The engine seems to
		accomodate manual overrides as well as computer-control.

Riker:		Any idea who built it?

Worf:		The manual controls were labelled in some sort of
		cuneiform writing.  However, there were extra tags on some
		of them.  In English.

Data:		The device itself seems to have been designed to create an
		event-horizon around itself, but without the need for a
		black hole at its centre.  In effect, it allows a ship to
		leave the space-time continuum and travel in another media.

Riker:		Subspace?

Geordi:		Hyperspace.

Dr. Crusher:	I thought Hyperspace was just speculations.

Geordi:		There were some experiments done trying to create a
		Hyperspace drive early on in Earth's history, but with the
		advent of the Warp drive and Subspace Theory, well...  It
		pretty much fell by the way-side.

Picard:		Nevertheless, someone has managed to create such a drive.

Geordi:		*If* it ever worked.

Data:		Geordi is correct in his qualifying of your statement,
		Captain.  The fact that only the drive system, and no
		accompanying ship, was found would seem to point to a
		failure of some sort.  Probably disastrous for those
		testing the drive.

Picard:		But the drive *did* make it to this sector of space without
		any other means of transportation?

Worf:		There were no ships within sensor range when it appeared.

Picard:		So the experiment was not a *complete* failure, was it Data?

Data:		Looked upon in this light, there was *some* success to this
		experiment.

Deanna:		Do we know how to work it?

Data:		The entire system seems to operate on the theory that there
		is more to the Universe than just three spacial dimensions
		and one time dimension.  If our understanding of the
		controls are correct, then whomever built this device seem
		to believe there were three spacial and three time
		dimensions, as well as another set of three dimensions
		which I have yet to define.

Riker:		Obsessed with the number three, weren't they?

Data:		Indeed, Commander.  Very astute of you to have remarked
		upon this.  Our investigation does indeed seem to bear out
		that the creators of this device were fixated on the
		number three.  All systems within the engine were made not
		just doubly, but triply redundant.

Geordi:		The engineering specs we found inside the engine's cover
		were all in base 27.  Three times three times three.  Three
		cubed.  The controls were recalibrated at some point to
		accept base ten and convert them to the original base 27.

Deanna:		So what you're saying is that someone built the engine, but
		another race tested it?

Data:		It may simply have been another culture on the same planet,
		but that is essentially correct.  Those who last used the
		engine were not those who originally built it.

Picard:		Do we know where it came from?

Geordi:		Not really.  The engine's coordinate system seems to be
		vector-based.  Put simply, you give it a direction and a
		distance.  In other words, to get from A to B, you need to
		know where A *is* so you can say where B is in relation to
		you.  But this doesn't mean we can't get to where the
		engine came from.

Data:		The engine's computer has a special buffer to deal with
		situations such as this one.  It stores the last set of
		directions given to it.

Geordi:		And it also stores an extrapolation of the directions
		required to get it back to where it tunnelled from.

Riker:		So all that's require is to give it some power, press the
		"return" button, and it goes back home?

Data:		Essentially.  Although the actual steps are a little more
		complex than those you have just described.  The sequence
		of buttons requiring to be pressed is Power, A9, H1 -

Picard:		Thank you Data, we get the point.  I don't think we are
		equiped for dealing with a new drive system, no matter how
		revolutionary.  We will proceed to Noltim VII, deliver the
		Ambassador to his destination, then stop at Starbase 126 to
		drop off the engine into more capable - and better equiped -
		hands.  Mister Worf, please see to it that the engine is
		secured.

[Int. shot, Main Shuttle Bay.  Crews are securing the fold engine to the
 Bay's floor under Worf's supervision.]

[Int. shot, Jeffries Tubes, Plasma Converter.  There is a flash, followed by a spraying of fumes.]

[Int. shot, Main Engineering.  An alarm suddenly sounds.]

Computer:	Warning.  Plasma leak in sub-converter seven.  Evacuate the
		area.  Warning.  Plasma leak in -

Geordi:		Geordi to Captain Picard.

[Int. shot, Enterprise Bridge.]

Picard:		Picard here.

Geordi (VO):	Captain, the repairs to one of the plasma sub-converters
		just gave way.  Seven's only venting fumes for the moment
		but we'll be venting plasma soon if I don't shut it down.

Picard:		Make it so.

Data:		Captain, there will be a need to evacuate the plasma
		already in the sub-converter before it completely ruptures.

Riker:		Any ideas?

Data:		It should be possible to vent the plasma through Main
		Shuttle Bay and out into space without too much problems.

Picard:		Will it damage the engine?

Data:		There is a high probability of damage due to the plasma's
		extreme heat.  However, such damage would be slight
		compared to a failure of the converter when under full
		load.  The converter will fail in thirty seconds.

Picard:		Picard to Mister Worf.

Worf (VO):	Worf here.

Picard:		Mister Worf, evacuate Main Shuttle Bay as soon as possible.
		You have twenty seconds.

[Int. shot, Main Shuttle Bay.]

Worf:		Everybody, out, now!  Move!

[Int. shot, Bridge.]

Data:		The converter is failing.  I am now venting the plasma.

[Int. shot, Main Shuttle Bay.  Worf is ushering the last of his team out of
 the Bay when the outer doors open, with the atmospheric field on.  The far
 wall of the Bay begins to glow.  Worf notices the fold engine is between
 the glowing patch on the wall and the Bay's doors and rushes towards the
 tractor-beam controls.  At the same time as he reaches them, the wall
 gives way and a stream of plasma hits the fold engine.  The engine starts
 to glow and beeps in random patterns.  There is a bright flash.  When it
 subsides, Worf and the controls have disappeared.]

[Int. shot, Bridge.]

Data:		Venting complete, closing Main Shuttle Bay doors.

Picard:		Mister Worf, please inspect the engine for possible damage.
		Mister Worf?  Captain to Worf, please acknowledge.

Crewman (VO):	Security Officer Williams here.  I'm afraid there has been
		an accident in Main Shuttle Bay, Captain.  Mister Worf is
		nowhere to be found.


Neoculture              (Crash-Test Dummy On The Information SuperHighway)
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Use de leur puissance, leurs pouvoirs| Ulysse pres d'une Aurore Boreale
Contre Ulysse 31.                    | Rechauffe un peu son coeur.
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