From: tlb2665@usl.edu (Burleigh Thomas L)
Subject: ST:USS Cavalier, Chapter 11, "The Discovery"
Organization: University of Southwestern Louisiana
Date: Thu, 9 Apr 1992 02:50:43 GMT

                                ST: USS Cavalier
                                   Chapter 11
                                 "The Discovery"

  "Results, Number One?"" Riker asked of Thompson.
  Commander Thomspson looked up from his tactical display and replied, "We
apppear to have been sucessful, Sir.  The tachyons have been scrambled -
the Borgs won't be able to read it."
  "And, I've managed to get a good reading of the tachyon stream, Sir,"
added Lieutenant Darby at Communications, "I'm feeding it into the computer
and we'll have it deciphered in just a while."
  "Well done, everyone." Riker said, breathing a sigh of relief to himself.
"Lay in a course to our next destination.  And let's see if we can't play by
the rules a little better..."
  Riker was rudely interrupted by a violent impact on his ship, which knocked
almost everyone off their seats, and took the Holoview offline.
  "Thompson!", Riker barked, "what's going on?"
  "We've been grabbed by some sort of tractor beam!  We being pulled very 
fast!"
  "Can we see where it's coming from?"
  "No, Sir.  The source is too far away!"
  "Full reverse!  Mr. Shaw, all possible power to thrusters!"
  All the thrusters on the Cavalier fired against the direction of the large
orange beam that had it covered.  The ship nudged slightly backwards for a 
second, but the beam was to powerful.
  "Ineffective!" reported Lt. Cdr. Shaw from his engineering station, "we're
still being pulled towards it.  Accelerating more rapidly - structural stress
increasing by a factor of two."
  "Lay in a reverse course on the EGMOR and engage at maximum power!" Riker
ordered. (Ya'll aren't getting me without a fight), he thought to himself.
  This, however, was also ineffective.  The Cavalier continued to accelerate
in real space as it was pulled past a nearby star.  The ship's rapid
acceleration near the star caused it to enter a wormhole.
  "We just entered a wormhole!" yelled Thompson at his Tactical helm.
  "Structural stress increased by two and a half." added Shaw.
  Riker glanced across his bridge - noticing that light was starting to bend
slightly already - as he considered the situation.  His ship, even at full
power, wasn't able to break out of this strange tractor beam.  The beam was
now gone, after depositing them into a wormhole.  Whatever technology did this
was probably way beyond that of the Cavalier.  (Well, we tried.  Better try a
plan B.) 
  "Divert full power to shields and weapons.  Orient the EGMOR for particle
beams." Riker ordered.
  "We're starting to come out of wormhole already," said Thompson.     
  "Understood. Maintain Red Alert."
  "Aye, Sir."
  "Sir," spoke Lt. Samek at Science, "we're picking up very unusual readings
strait ahead."
  "Is the Holoview working again?"
  "In just a minute, Sir." replied Thompson.
  "Okay, then. On main screen."
  On the screen appeared one of the most unusual sights mankind ever witnessed.
A large cube, a little larger than a terrestial planet, was slowly rotating on
one of its points.  It mostly looked like a planet - there were land areas with
many patches of green, and large bodies of water.  However, the points of the
planet-cube were obviously occupied by industrial technology.
  But, what really blew everyone away was the planet's sun.  Well, they 
couldn't see it - in it's place was another large cube.  This one bigger than
a yellow star!  Through it one stream of steady sunlight shone through, aimed
directly at the planet-cube.
  Riker slowly walked to the view-screen to take in the spectacle before him.
Without taking his eyes of the screen, he asked of anyone there,
"Explainations, anyone?"
  "Planetary engineering, Will," replied Dr. T'Por, whose entrance into the
bridge wasn't noticed.  "I think we may be looking at the first fully
controlled solar system."
  "And there's only one race I can think of who could do such a thing,"
replied Riker.
  "The Borg," Amanda nodded in agreement.
  Almost on cue, a figure materialized in a field of shimmering blue light.
A young, attractive female emerged, glanced around the bridge.  It seemed as
though see was struggling to accept something she had seen. Then imposing 
control on herself she spoke.
  "I don't believe this!  You're HUMAN!"

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