The Reunion

[|Scarecrow|]

This story is set after the events of Parallels, Admiral Scarman and the crew of the Avalanche, as well as the DWB medical ship Pasteur and the Bretonian science vessel Sygnus are flying together as one fleet with New York as their destination. Marcus and his crew managed to find the correct version of Doctor Wilcox's science vessel and reverse the effects, sending the parallel versions of the Avalanche, Pasteur and Sygnus back to their respective dimensions.

As for the details of how that happened, I will let all who have been reading the story wait and see :lol:There will be a twist at the end of the story, which may have repercussions later on in the storyline of the characters from Evolved.

I made this post in order to include all of my old friends from Evolved. Sorry I didn't include you all in Parallels guys but the story was a very closed book one, aimed at introducing Scarecrow to the Discovery mod. I'm surprised its still going now, I thought I would have finished it, well it is well under way, and me and Sayne / Wilder ought to get it finished before the end of the week. Anyway, to the current story...

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The Reunion
LNS Avalanche, uncharted space

"Someone ought to have installed a frigging jump drive," Victoria grumbled as she tinkered with the shattered console. Marcus chuckled from his command seat, shaking his head. The Avalanche had been under way now for eight days. Flying in a dead straight line at maximum cruise speed. The DWB ship Pasteur and Doctor Wilcox's ship, the Sygnus were in a close controlled formation along with the old Navy dreadnought. After the brief space battle with two renegade versions of the Avalanche, Marcus' Avalanche had taken quite a pounding.

She had however gained a new crew member. Admiral Jayce Wilder, a man from a universe he had named 'valor' had been appointed official ambassador on board the Avalanche until it could be decided what was to be done. The man had been stranded along with Marcus and his crew when his ship had been destroyed and he had stubbornly refused to be transported to the Pasteur of his own time in order to ensure to success of Marcus' mission to shut down the power core of the rift manipulator. Marcus couldn't deny that he wouldn't have been able to complete his task had Admiral Wilder not been there to lend his assistance. The two men were becoming fast friends, telling stories of their respective pasts over meals in the mess hall and bonding through simulated sports games on the holodeck.
Marcus liked Jayce a lot, and admired him for everything he had been through in his own universe and in the one they had suddenly found themselves in.

He sighed and turned to Victoria, who was knelt on her hands and knees, her head invisible inside the burned out hulk of one of the helm consoles.
"Really Victoria, let me call tech, I can have someone replace the damn console."
"No," the young Captain emerged from the console, a line of soot across the bridge of her nose. "I can fix this; I just need to find the right power coupling."
She moved to re-enter the console, but Marcus held up a hand. "Please, just sit down. Your face is far prettier than your rear end."
Victoria sat on the chair behind her, grinning. "Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"
"Take it as you please," Marcus raised his eyebrows and returned his attention to the forward viewscreen, trying to hide a grin of his own. "I meant that it is easier to talk to you with your head out of that damned console."

They were the only two on the bridge. It was the night shift and Marcus had granted everyone a couple of extra hours rest, he and Victoria could easily manage the bridge for a shift or two. It wasn't like there was much going on either. Rear Admiral Anderson had taken charge of engineering since the Chief Engineer had been hospitalized in the last encounter with the hostile Avalanche.
"What are you moaning about anyway," Marcus asked, spinning his seat to face Victoria. He suppressed a chuckle at the smudges on her face.
"Bloody cruise engines," She began, "The Tuatha de Danaan gets to have a damn jump drive, why not the Avalanche!"
Marcus laughed out loud, "Victoria given the circumstances before the Danaan left I think the Navy had more priorities than equipping a jump drive onto a sixty eight year old warship. I dont doubt it was near enough time for the Avalanche to be decommissioned anyway."
"Still, I'm getting sick of living on this can. Its going to be at least another four weeks before we arrive in the New York system, I need air Marcus!" Edge slumped in her seat, looking dejected.

Marcus shook his head and turned back to the viewscreen. All it showed was the intricate tapestry of endless space, stretched out before the Avalanche. Marcus enjoyed watching the stars however, and often found himself alone on the bridge or in an observation blister admiring the stars for hours. They made him think of home, and his family, and how far away from them he actually was.
The ship suddenly rocked slightly. It was only a small shudder, but it was enough to get their attention. Marcus sat up in his seat and looked at Captain Wade.
"Take the con," he said, pressing a button on his chair arm console. "Bridge crew to your stations,"
"Admiral?" Lucas' voice replied over the speaker.
"We might have a potential situation Lucas, get up here quick."
"Aye sir,"

By now Victoria had moved herself to the other functioning helm console. "I have initiated proximity scans, nothing so far Admiral."
"Do a thorough system sweep, cut cruise engines."
The ship rocked again, only this time a little more violently.
"Damn it, asteroids."
Marcus dropped back into his chair, "You're kidding me,"
"No, a string of them, must be part of a comet cluster, looks like we've caught them up and bounced two of them off their trajectory." Victoria turned to look at him.
"Okay, false alarm," Marcus pressed the button on his chair arm once more, "False alarm people, just asteroids. No need to get riled, get back to bed, all of you."
A series of grumbles and complaints returned over the communicator, Lucas' the most prominent.
"I'm in the bloody turbolift now!"
Marcus cut the channel and scratched his forehead. "Oops, guess I'm getting jumpy."
"No, we all are Admiral," Victoria turned and looked back out of the main viewscreen. "Its too quiet out here."

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