STAR TREK - SCE - 05-08 (Omnibus 2) - Miracle Workers

“THAT MEANS THEDA VINCICAN PROBABLY STILL GET US OUT,” GOMEZ SAID. . .

.

“Maybe,” Gold replied. “But first we need to make sure the ship won’t fall apart around us.” He turned

his attention to the science station. “Soloman, do we have internal sensors? Can you give us a damage

report?”

The Bynar keyed commands to the science console as his face was bathed in the soft blue light of the

station’s viewfinder. Several moments passed as he reviewed the information supplied by theDefiant’s

limited sensors.

“There are . . . hull breaches on decks eight, thirteen, and . . . fifteen,” he reported. “There is also some

buckling . . . in the port warp nacelle.” As he turned away from the viewfinder, the Bynar added, “The

damage is minor, given the . . . intensity of the attack, Captain. We were . . . most fortunate.”

Gomez sighed in relief. “I’ll say. If that’s the extent of the damage, then we should be okay even under

the pull of theda Vinci’s tractor beam.”

“If she’s still there,” Gold said. “She may have been disabled or destroyed by the Tholians, or Mr. Duffy

has obeyed my orders and taken her out of the area. Either way, we may not be able to rely on theda

Vincito get us out of here.”

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INTERPHASE: BOOK TWO

Dayton Ward

&

Kevin Dilmore

CHAPTER

1

On more than one occasion, mostly during the early years of her career, Commander Sonya Gomez had

experienced feelings of helplessness in the midst of a crisis. As she stood on the bridge of theU.S.S.

Defiantand studied the surreal image displayed on its main viewer, such feelings once again taunted her

and dared her to submit to their stifling embrace.

Along with Captain David Gold and Soloman, she watched as the interdimensional rift continued to mend

itself, sealing theDefiantinside this pocket of chaos ambiguously known as “ interphase” and separating

them from theU.S.S. da Vinciand their entire universe. At the moment, helplessness seemed almost

appropriate.

The mission, like so many others Gomez had undertaken since joining the Starfleet Corps of Engineers,

had started out easily enough. Daunting and compelling from both technical and historical perspectives,

the task of retrieving theDefianthadenergized the entireda Vincicrew, from Captain Gold on down. The

recovery of the fabled ship, lost for more than a century after becoming trapped in an interspatial pocket

connecting this universe with another, presented a unique engineering challenge. When the ship

disappeared in 2268, most scientific minds throughout the Federation believed that it had been lost in the

other universe with no hope of being recovered.

That belief had held true until two weeks ago, when a Tholian vessel had discovered theDefiant, still

trapped in the interdimensional rift but now visible again for the first time in more than a century. The

circumstances leading to the ship’s reappearance after so long remained a mystery and the Tholians, in

their typical fashion, had not been forthcoming with any potentially helpful information.

And we could sure use that info now, Gomez mused.

She had led an away team to theDefiantwith the task of restoring minimal power to the derelict vessel.

Working with Kieran Duffy, theda Vinci’s propulsion specialist, she had decided that theDefiant’s

maneuvering thrusters could be used to help extract the ship from the rift, with the help of theda Vinci’s

tractor beam. Duffy and his team had also modified theda Vinci’s navigational deflector to stabilize the

Defiant’s hull and make it easier for the tractor beam to lock onto the trapped ship.

Of course, it wouldn’t have been an S.C.E. mission if theDefianthadn’t yielded a few surprises of its

own.

First had been the condition of the ship itself. Drained of power, theDefiantwas a lifeless hulk, dark and

foreboding as the away team materialized in the depths of its engineering section. Then there were the

remains of the ship’s crew, drifting free throughout the vessel’s interior in the absence of gravity. The

nightmarish scene had caught Gomez off guard and caused her no small amount of anxiety. Her reaction

to the situation troubled her, but she had managed to keep her unease at bay to this point by

concentrating on the tasks at hand.

But then the Tholians had inexplicably fired on theDefiant, disrupting theda Vinci’s attempt to pull the

century-old ship from the interspatial void and instead throwing theDefiantback into the rift. The action

had the further effect of collapsing the pocket around the ship, trapping it and theda Vinciaway team

within the confines of interspace.

“The weapons fire could have disturbed the fabric of space near the rift,” Gomez said as she studied the

viewscreen. “The area is already so unstable, any kind of disruption would probably be enough to affect

it.”

Turning away from the viewscreen, Gold said, “Something similar was reported in the oldEnterpriselogs

when they discovered theDefiant. It had the effect of throwing off the interphase timetable. TheDefiant

still continued to appear and reappear, but they had to recalculate the intervals.”

“That means theda Vincican probably still get us out,” Gomez said.

“Maybe,” Gold replied as he stepped toward thestarboard side of the command well. “But first we need

to make sure the ship won’t fall apart around us.” He turned his attention to the science station.

“Soloman, do we have internal sensors? Can you give us a damage report?”

The Bynar keyed commands to the science console as his face was bathed in the soft blue light of the

station’s viewfinder. Several moments passed as he reviewed the information supplied by theDefiant’s

limited sensors.

“There are . . . hull breaches on decks eight, thirteen and . . . fifteen,” he reported. “There is also some

buckling . . . in the port warp nacelle.” As he turned away from the viewfinder, the Bynar added, “The

damage is minor, given the . . . intensity of the attack, Captain. We were . . . most fortunate.”

Gomez sighed in relief. “I’ll say. If that’s the extent of the damage, then we should be okay even under

the pull of theda Vinci’s tractor beam.”

“If she’s still there,” Gold said, drawing shocked expressions from Gomez and Soloman. Theda Vinci’s

commanding officer didn’t acknowledge the looks, however, instead adding, “She may have been

disabled or destroyed by the Tholians, or Mr. Duffy has obeyed my orders and taken her out of the area.

Either way, we may not be able to rely on theda Vincito get us out of here.”

“Even if the rift was open,” Gomez said, “theDefiant’s maneuvering thrusters aren’t enough to push us

out on their own.” The generators they had brought with them from theda Vinciwould never be enough

to power the ship’s massiveimpulse engines, to say nothing about the warp drive.

Gold shrugged. “Then we’ll just have to find another way, won’t we?”

“Captain,” Gomez said, “what if wedoget out? The Tholians could be waiting on the other side of the rift

for us. We’d be sitting ducks.”

“Given a choice between waiting here for who knows what to happen or taking our chances in normal

space,” Gold replied, “I choose the latter option.”

The chirp of his suit communicator interrupted their conversation; it was followed by the voice of Dr.

Elizabeth Lense, theda Vinci’s chief medical officer.

“Lense to Captain Gold. I have an emergency situation and require assistance.”

“Doctor?” Gold called out, his voice rising a notch. “Are you all right? What about Pattie?”

Shortly after beaming to theDefiant, P8 Blue, the S.C.E. team’s resident Nasat engineer, had detected

an odd power source emanating from deep within the ship. Gold had sent her and Dr. Lense to

investigate, and they had found a strange device of Tholian design stored in one of the ship’s cargo holds.

To the best of Gold’s knowledge, Pattie and Lense had remained down there during the Tholian attack.

He had sudden visions of the pair caught in a maelstrom of cargo containers and equipment tumbling

about the cargo hold free from the restraints of gravity, and Pattie and Lense frantically seeking cover

from the potentially lethal assault.

“I am uninjured,” Lense replied to the captain, miraculously maintaining her composed tone of voice,

“but we are not in the cargo bay. During the attack, a section of the hull destabilized and Pattie fell out

into space. As she was already unconscious, I had no choice but to follow.”

“What?” Gold said. “You mean you’re drifting in space outside the ship?”

“No, sir. I managed to get us back, but by then the hull had solidified again. I am standing on the exterior

of the ship, and I can find no sign of an airlock or other entry point. Pattie has sustained a concussion.

She needs medical treatment.”

Gold looked to Gomez. “Transporters? Can we beam her directly to the bridge?”

The engineer shook her head. “There’s no power to the transporters, sir, and no way to remote control

them from up here. Someone would have to be in the transporter room on deck seven.”

Gold turned to the science station to find Soloman already working at the sensor controls. He didn’t

have to wait long before the Bynar looked up.

“I have located them, Captain. The closest entrance to . . . the ship is a maintenance airlock on the . . .

starboard side of deck fourteen. I can direct her to that location . . . from here, but the hatch will have to

be opened manually.”

Lense’s voice carried a note of concern. “I’m not sure if I can do that by myself and take care of Pattie

at the same time.”

“I can meet her there, Captain,” Gomez said. “Soloman can give me directions to the hatch, andI’ll get

there through the Jefferies tubes.” She knew that navigating the crawlspaces and maintenance

throughways connecting nearly every point on the starship would be difficult while wearing her

environment suit, but that would be offset somewhat by the absence of the ship’s artificial gravity field.

“Sounds like a plan,” Gold said, nodding his approval. “In the meantime, Soloman and I are going to do

some more detective work. It’s pretty obvious that whatever set the Tholians off has something to do

with that littletchotchkethat Pattie and the doctor found in the cargo bay.”

CHAPTER

2

Today was the last day Kieran Duffy wanted an excuse to lie down on the job.

Yet mere minutes after his first space battle as the commanding officer of a Starfleet vessel, he was

sprawled across the deck plates in the main engineering room of theU.S.S. da Vinci. Scattered to his

side were a number of isolinear chips, once translucent and operational but now charred black and

useless. He fumbled a few more of the chips in one hand, eyeing them for telltale signs of burnout, then

double-checking his visual survey with the diagnostic reader he grasped in his other hand. Next to his

head was an open panel, glowing from within and sporting about a dozen empty sockets waiting for

working chips to be inserted.

Duffy let all but a pair of the chips slip from his grasp before craning his head to peer inside the console.

The bright control panels with glowing chips appeared clean and new, belying the fact that they, key

components in the starship’s warp-drivesystem, were about as functional as a wet match.

One hit.

That’s all it had taken from the Tholian ship to disable theda Vinci’s warp drive. It had been bad enough

only a few hours before, when Captain Gold had tasked him with keeping the warp core’s intermix ratios

in balance as the starship set about her mission of extracting theU.S.S. Defiantfrom the interspatial rift.

The unusual, tenuous connection that the rift had created between the two universes had been known to

wreak havoc on the warp engines of ships venturing close to it, and Captain Gold wanted no such

surprises during their recovery operation.

Thanks to the Tholians, though, all of Duffy’s calculating of formulas and finessing of the magnetic fields

that prevented matter from blending too freely with antimatter was wasted.

How does that wisecrack go? The fight was two hits long: The Klingon hit the Cardassian and

the Cardassian hit the floor. Who’s the one on the floor now?

Duffy shoved his hand into the depths of the console to seat the pair of replacement chips. Straining, he

slipped one chip into place, then maneuvered himself to another open slot, gripping the very edge of the

remaining chip with the tips of two fingers.

But just as the chip found a purchase on the rim of the slot, a sharp blow to the bottom of his right foot

rocked his entire body.

“Yaa!” he shouted, dropping the chip and smacking his head against the edge of theconsole’s cavity.

Worming his way out of the opening, he looked up to see Domenica Corsi towering over him, her jaw

clenched and the toe of her boot next to where she had just kicked him.

“Just perfect,” Corsi said. “Ostriches stick their heads in the sand. You stick yours into a bulkhead.”

“Oh, excuse me,” he fired back as he felt himself starting to heat up. “I had the foolish idea that warp

drive might be a nice thing to have before the Tholians get back. That is, unless you’d like to get out and

push.”

Corsi’s scowl darkened. “A ship full of engineers, and you’re the only one who can fix it?”

The question made Duffy pause, giving him a moment to catch his tongue rather than launch another

barb. Yes, he was theda Vinci’s top mind on matters of propulsion, and he acted as the ship’s

warp-core watchdog above and beyond even the chief engineer.

But now he was in command of theda Vinci. This was not the time for him to nursemaid a warp-drive

problem, and it had taken Corsi to remind him of it.

Again.

As if to emphasize the point, she said, “You need to be on the bridge, Commander. Order someone else

to repair the warp drive.”

Duffy nodded. “You’re right.” With a mischievous smile he added, “You’re getting to like keeping me in

check, aren’t you?” He was satisfied to see the security chief’s expression soften a little as her jaw

muscles loosened.

Not much, but it’s a start.

After detailing the top-priority repair assignment to the small army of engineers tending to various tasks

here within the heart of the ship, Duffy smiled at Corsi again and headed for the door. She followed him,

and the pair made their way quickly down the corridor.

As they walked, Duffy said, “I need to know exactly where we are on repairs before Captain Scott tells

us Starfleet’s official response to our situation. I’d like some ideas on reopening the rift, too.”

He tried not to dwell on his last conversation with the seasoned engineer who served as the figurehead

for the Starfleet Corps of Engineers. It was Captain Montgomery Scott who had dispatched theda Vinci

and her crew to Tholian space in the first place, charging them with the challenge of retrieving theDefiant

from the rift, while at the same time entrusting them with the delicate task of working with the

temperamental Tholians. It was he whose face had fallen as Duffy relayed the events that had erupted just

when the mission seemed to be going so well, and it was he who was likely getting his aft shields chewed

right now by Starfleet brass as a result.

Corsi’s voice brought Duffy to attention. “I assumed as much, Commander. The team is already waiting

for us in the briefing room.”

Duffy couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips, feeling more at ease with the idea that “Core

Breach” Corsi was acting as a safety net for his first tightrope walk of a command. With her at his side,

he might just survive this mission yet.

They entered the briefing room and Duffy took note of who was at the table, while at the same time

trying not to think about who was noticeably absent. Scattered about in their usual seats were other

members of the team: Carol Abramowitz, their chief liaison with the Tholian Assembly; Fabian Stevens,

the ship’s expert on tactical systems; and Bartholomew Faulwell, the team’s cryptography and language

specialist, who had stepped in to help brainstorm options for salvaging their mission, given the current

void of command officers. Duffy mulled taking the head seat at the table, the one typically occupied by

Captain Gold, but settled instead for the comfort of his usual chair next to Abramowitz.

“Okay,” Duffy began, placing his elbows on the table before him and lacing his fingers. “Warp drive is

almost operational again. Everything else is good to go, right?”

Stevens was quick to answer. “We didn’t take it on the chin too hard, Duff. Weapons are fine.

Communications, shields, the deflector array, life support, everything checks right on down the line. I’d

bet the warp drive would have been fine, too, if it wasn’t for this space we’re in.”

Duffy wondered whether that was the rule and not the exception here. Tholian ships’ disruptors could

wreak havoc on unshielded vessels, he was certain, but it seemed that Federation starships with fully

charged deflector shields usually could shrug off the initial volleys of such an attack.

“Maybe so, Fabian,” Duffy replied, “but here, all bets are off. Right now I want to dig into thedeflector

modifications and see whether we can open the rift again without waiting for it.” He knew that time was a

precious commodity right now. The Tholians had to know how much damage they had inflicted on theda

Vinci, and they most likely also knew that the starship wouldn’t leave the area unless forced to, so long

as there was a chance to recover theDefiantand the away team. The chronometer was ticking for those

aboard both ships, however, so he wasn’t willing to be patient.

Corsi leaned forward in her seat. “Shield harmonics need to be monitored closely as well, Mr. Stevens,

in case that rift has the same degenerative effect on them as it does on our warp capability. We need to

be prepared for an all-out attack once that Tholian ship returns with reinforcements.”

Duffy was ready to answer, but instead was cut off by Carol Abramowitz.

“Prepare all you want,” she said, “but we’re not going into battle.” The cultural specialist was met with

Corsi’s perturbed expression but continued unheeded. “You can bet that our next orders will be to head

home without theDefiant. No one is going to throw away the trust that diplomats and ambassadors have

earned with the Tholians during the Dominion War. Unfortunately, an antique ship and a few engineers

will be considered expendable.”

Abramowitz’s assessment matched his own, Duffy realized as he hung his head a bit. Captain Gold had

told them all up front that the missionwould be scuttled should any signs of eroding relations with the

Tholians appear, and an exchange of fire definitely seemed to qualify as erosion to him. Diplomats were

sure to exercise their influence to pull theda Vincifrom the mission, whether or not her crew was intact.

He had to be ready to say good-bye to his captain, his friends, and his . . . his . . .

Oh, Sonnie.

But Corsi did not appear content to keep her views to herself. “What, we’re going to abandon the away

team? The Tholians fired first! We didn’t start this fight, but we damn well better finish it.” Duffy watched

as Corsi narrowed her eyes and scanned the others seated at the table for a sign of support before

adding, “Let them say what they want back on Earth. Regardless of whether we bring theDefianthome,

we’re getting our away team back.”

“It is a bold stand you hope to take,” Abramowitz replied, “but I don’t think you’re being realistic.” Her

tone was clipped and polite, and Duffy knew it was a signal that she was already beginning to lose

patience with the security chief. The women’s dueling edginess would quickly become as volatile as a mix

of matter and antimatter.

“Realistic is a quantum torpedo,” Corsi snapped. “You think sweet-talking a Tholian at this point is—”

“People!”

Duffy was as surprised as everyone else when the word exploded from his mouth with suchforce and

volume. All eyes turned to him, and no one said anything for several seconds, the only sounds audible in

the room being that of the ventilation system and the omnipresent hum of the ship’s engines.

Taking a moment to clear his throat, he began again in a more reserved tone. “People, don’t think for a

minute that Captain Scott isn’t doing everything he can on his end to keep us here. Don’t stop believing

that Captain Gold isn’t working to get theDefiantto our side of the rift.”

He paused, focusing on Corsi as she sat cross-armed in her chair. “But we’re not disobeying any order

that comes from Starfleet. For now, though, we’ll focus on doing everything we can until that order

comes down.”

Silence hung in the briefing room as Duffy asserted his command over his fellow officers and friends. He

racked his mind for some words of support and confidence, the kind of statements that seemed to roll off

Captain Gold’s tongue in tough situations. Now was the time to be a captain, but all he felt like was a

babysitter trying to quell a squabble between sisters while Mom and Dad were at the holotheater.

I can’t very well send them to their rooms.

A flash of amber light caught Duffy’s eye as it glowed on the tabletop near Faulwell’s hand. The linguist

tapped a control on the keypad near his arm, then looked up at Duffy with sympathetic eyes.

“It’s an incoming message from Starfleet Command. Do you want to take it in private?”

Duffy shook his head. “No. Put it on the viewer.”

As Captain Scott’s wizened face filled the screen on the briefing room’s wall, Duffy felt some of the

group’s tension seep away. The engineer’s creased visage, his friendly eyes, and the hint of a smile were

just what everyone needed at that very moment.

“It’s not the worst news I’ll be bringin’ ye, Mr. Duffy,” the face on the viewer began, “but the situation

isn’t good.”

Steeling himself for the report, Duffy nodded. “We’re ready.”

Scott drew a breath before continuing. “Our ambassador to the Tholians is recommending that we scrap

the mission. He wants the Federation to formally apologize to the commander of the ship ye fired on, and

to the Magistrates of the Assembly. He says we’re on the brink of losin’ it all as far as relations are

concerned, and that theDefiantisn’t worth it.”

Duffy’s mind was numbed by Scott’s words, which echoed those of Abramowitz moments before.

Rather than lose his focus, though, Duffy fell back on his ready wit. “And exactly how is this not the

worst news, Captain?”

Scott allowed a small smile before replying. “We’ve got the support of Admiral Ross, and that carries a

lot of weight with the Federation Council. The admiral is arguing for theda Vincito hold its position,

saying that it was poor frame of mind and the effects of interspace, not a botched cooperative effort, that

led us to this point. He says that it just might be the Tholians who do the apologizin’ once this is all over.”

Releasing a breath, Duffy relaxed a bit. “So what do we do in the meantime?”

“Tell me how your repairs are farin’.”

It was a question Duffy hadn’t expected, as he had explained to the S.C.E. leader in detail during their

earlier conversation just what damage the starship had suffered. “All systems are operational except for

the warp drive, just like—”

“Ah,” Scott said with a sigh that was almost too dramatic. “And that’s givin’ ye lots of trouble to fix so

close to the point of interphase, ye say.”

“No, sir,” Duffy replied, his puzzlement growing by the second. “We’re almost—”

“It may take hours to repair before ye can even head back to Federation space.”

Realization finally dawned, and a smile spread across Duffy’s face as he began to pick up on Captain

Scott’s lead. It was a look that was shared by everyone else at the table.

“Oh, yes, sir. I’d say at least three—”

“Twelve hours to repair, ye say? I’ll let Admiral Ross know right away.” Scott nodded grimly and

twitched a cheek. Duffy almost laughed aloud.

Did he justwinkat me?

“Set your team to work, Mr. Duffy,” Scott said, then adjusted his tone to a more serious timbre. “But I’ll

be needin’ a word alone with ye now.”

Here it comes, Duffy thought as everyone else rose from their seats, moving with only slightly less speed

than they might exhibit during an emergency evacuation of the ship. Only Stevens paused just long enough

to offer a “thumbs-up” gesture and to mouth the words “Good luck” before he,too, was gone. In

seconds Duffy was alone in the room, leaving him to look squarely at the viewer and ready to get called

down by the chief of the S.C.E. himself.

Well, it was fun while it lasted. So long, and thanks for all the . . .

“Mr. Duffy,” the seasoned engineer said, “did I ever tell ye what the most frightenin’ words I ever heard

spoken on the bridge of a starship were?” Duffy shook his head as the veteran engineer continued. “Well,

here they are: ‘Mr. Scott, you have the conn.’”

Duffy laughed in spite of himself, realizing now that the captain understood his plight all too well. He

didn’t know many engineers who had risen through the ranks of command, at least not the engineers he

perceived as being cut from the same cloth as he was. After all, why would an engineer want to

command a starship rather than spend that time tearing it apart and putting it back together?

“An engineer’s job isn’t just to keep a starship runnin’. It’s to keep her crew safe,” said Scott. “Some of

the best years I had in Starfleet were when I was third in command of theEnterprise. Keepin’ the crew

safe; that’s what I kept in mind every time I had to sit in the center seat.

“Mr. Duffy, I’m gonna level with ye. That diplomat Marshall wants to hang this whole mess on you. He

thinks that an immature officer, a mereengineerunfit for command caused the whole thing.” Scott leaned

forward, his eyes fixing on theyounger man. “I know he’s wrong. We’ll show him he’s wrong, Mr.

Duffy.”

Pride. That’s what shone in Captain Scott’s eyes as he spoke. Pride in the Starfleet Corps of Engineers,

pride in the crew of theda Vinci, pride in the engineer who stepped from third in command to leading a

ship in a mission that now was so much more than salvaging a relic from a bygone era.

I can do this.

“Yes, we will, Captain,” said Duffy, now rising from his chair. “Just buy me the time.”

Scott nodded a few times, forcing his lips together tightly in a small frown. To Kieran Duffy, the old

engineer appeared lost in his thoughts.

“Laddie, once I thought I was leavin’ my captain in that same damnable place. I’ll push like hell to keep

ye from thinkin’ the same. Scott out.”

CHAPTER

3

With only the light from her helmet lamps to guide the way and the sound of her own breathing to keep

her company, Gomez pulled herself through the Jefferies tube and deeper into the bowels of theDefiant.

Despite there being no gravity to impede her progress or to grab her and send her plunging headlong

down a maintenance shaft, it was still difficult going. Her environment suit, designed for use in open space

or on the exposed surface of an otherwise inhospitable planet, only seemed to hamper her movements

here. Junctions and intersections were particularly challenging, as she had to be aware of snagging her suit

on exposed controls or anything else sticking out from the sides of the crawlway.

And on top of it all, the walls were closing in on her. She was sure of it.

The thought came unbidden, surging to the front of her consciousness. She knew it was an odd notion

and completely baseless, but shecouldn’t shake it. The Jefferies tube was contracting around her. The

walls threatened to crush the life out of her, chased back only when she shone her light at them.

“The tube isnotgetting smaller,” Gomez scolded herself. “It’s your imagination, so get over it and keep

moving.” And so she did, pulling her weightless body through the crawlspace as quickly as she could,

and doing her best to ignore the oppressive advance of the walls around her.

Movement ahead caught her attention, along with a swath of color contrasting with the dull gray

dominating the rest of the tunnel. Gomez paused in her crawling, orienting herself so that her helmet lamps

could illuminate the section of tube ahead of her. Her eyes focused on the source of the movement, and

she felt a shiver travel the entire length of her body.

It was the skeleton of yet anotherDefiantcrewmember, dressed in a red jumpsuit and floating freely in

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