Writing Contest: Tales out of Time
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Lieutenant Kieran was on the radar of the Na'kuhl temporal rebellion for a little while now, they had intended to remove him from their timeline before his rise to admiralty and leading to the disruption and halt their attack on the temporal treaty signing.
This time they did not want Starfleet Intelligence or temporal investigations to get wind of their plan, so they decided to use a proxy to take out the threat.
Here steps in Lorax, a Rogue Jem'Hadar bounty hunter who’s Ketracell white got replaced with a thirst for blood, well, and Credits.
Star date 177284.70.
21:59
The captain and rest of the bridge crew had gone to bed for the night upon the U.S.S. Tempus Maelstrom and the night crew, led by lieutenant Kieran, were sweeping the area for some new type of radiation call "Trick 162" apparently something very old and very dangerous
"This is such a waste of our talents." murmured Ensign Sek, a fellow Breen crewmember who was manning the tactical station on the night shift.
"Agreed, however this is what command wants, so this is what command gets." Kieran sighed as he booped a few pads in a sarcastic fashion.
"Well then, Sector 68 complete. I'm getting caffeine, any other takers?" Kieran Pipped up to the rest of the bridge crew.
"Ooh. Tea for me please." stated Leigha from the engineering station
"neat be back in a bit." he quipped and started to walk away.
"Raktajino. Extra sweet." shouted Sek which made the Lieutenant stop in his tracks and face him.
"uuuh-Sure. wait...How?"
"Emergency induction port." Sek responded with a deathly serious stare.
"I don't even-" Kieran muttered under his breath as he walked toward the nearest replicator.
Then suddenly the lights started to flicker overhead, startling Kieran out of his daydream at the replicator.
"Uh oh...Not good."
Then suddenly there was a shrilling scream that emanated from the bridge.
It sent his blood cold.
He left the drinks alone and ran back towards the bridge
The doors parted to reveal his fellow crewmates slumped over their consoles and a new figure stood in the middle of the scathed bridge.
A tall bulky Jem’Hadar stood tall and menacing on the bridge, cracking a smile when he saw who had just entered.
"Must be my lucky day...I didn’t even have to come hunt you down. Which is a shame, I do love it when the cute humans beg."
"Are you going to beg for your life little human?" asked the Jem’Hadar
Blood cold.
Body full of adrenalin.
Kieran panicked and was trying to look around for the phasers located on the bridge, spotting one behind the tactical station, he launched himself towards it.
Only to be met halfway and a strong large hand wrapped around his neck and pulled upwards off the ground.
"Mmm, not so fast Starfleet." The Merc tutted
"I respect your spunk, but you are no match for me little one."
Lorax gripped tighter around the lieutenants neck.
Kieran's vision started to turn black and all he could see was the face of the Jem’Hadar.
All of a sudden, the sound of another transporter signal blared behind the two of them.
Kieran could not see behind the bulk of the Jem’Hadar but he could hear the screech of a plasma pistol being fired and then abruptly hitting the floor as his would be assassin dropped him, and then landed on top after being stunned heavily.
The lieutenant was disorientated at the sudden change but could hear a raspy voice.
"I'm sorry Lorax...there can be No trace...Admiral Voleron to the R.V. Destiny...be ready to transport me back when i have set the ships core to overload."
The human suddenly jumped when a heavy pistol was thrust into his hand
He first looked down to his hand, which was now holding a modified Polaron pistol that resembled the old Jem'Hadar pistols form the dominion war back in 2375.
Then continuing down, he saw the Mercenary on top of him, but staring back at him with a seriously pissed off expression on his face, but also a second pistol in his hands, though the pistol looked significantly more ergonomic compared to the humans tiny hands.
"On my signal, shoot the backstabbing Na'kuhl scum." he whispered gruff and low.
Kieran barely nodded back, or, he tried to, the lieutenant is still a little purple after the lack of oxygen to his brain.
They waited till his back was turned at a console then shouted.
"NOW!"
*PEW pew scchhhhhh*
and they both watched as the Na’kuhl’s shields dropped, a temporal copy emerged, and they shot again
*PEW pew scchhhhhh**PEW pew scchhhhhh**PEW pew scchhhhhh*
One final pained scream was let out as the admiral disintegrated into tiny little nano particles of space dust.
One equipped with a vengeful smile
the other, one of fear and disgust.
Silence stood in the air for a few minutes
"Sooooo, What are you doing tonight?" asked the human, who is starting to regain his normal colour.
"What?" gruffly asked the Jem'hadar.
"Uh. nothing." Sheepishly replied the lieutennant, red flush on his face, but this time, he cant claim it was the red alert lighting which did it.

















