Amongst the Debris – A Star Trek Story

Taran Alder had barely crawled into the Jeffries Tube before his quarters had exploded and then decompressed. He was able to mash the button to close the tube again which prevented him from being sucked into space. He rolled onto his back and breathed hard for a moment, staring at the uncomfortably close ceiling. He would have to get moving soon. The damage might spread from his room and who knew what other decks were compromised. He also had to find his sister and his mother. He had to believe that they were still alive.

He rolled back over and tried to take inventory of his physical wellbeing but all he could feel was ‘ouch’. His ears were still ringing from the sound of the impact and his body was starting to ache from being thrown from his bed. He had thought that the impact was from debris but he had no idea what the debris was from. There had been a red alert just before impact so it had not been a complete surprise. Still, whatever it was had gotten through the shields (if they were even up). Not a surprise since the ship was only a transport and not actually designed for battle.

As he started making his way through the Jeffries tube, he noted that the lights were still on so the power was not completely damaged. The air was still breathable so maybe life support was still operable. That was good news. Maybe the damage was minimal. Maybe they would effect repairs and wouldn’t even need rescue. They couldn’t be that far from a space station. It was good to remain optimistic. There were plenty of things that could go wrong but it made no sense to worry about them until evidence presented itself.

Taran realized he was clutching something in his hand. It was his dad’s old tricorder. He didn’t even remember grabbing it in the scramble for safety. He pointed it at the nearby door and found that the thing was reading a breathable atmosphere on the other side. He pressed the button and climbed into a hallway that was scorched. The fire suppression system must have successfully triggered and released. It mostly looked like surface dangerous but some systems looked exposed and one of the light panels flickered ominously. He hurried on.

He arrived at the quarters where his sister and mother were staying and was about to see if the door was still working when he saw his older sister poking around in some wiring in the wall.

“Aurelia!” Taran called out, making her flinch and drop the tool in her hand. “Be careful, we don’t know how stable that is.”

Aurelia turned, clearly annoyed. “Relax, Taran. I took the panel off myself,” she said. “I was trying to jury rig access to this communicator panel.” She reached down to grab her tool.

“Alright, that’s not a bad idea,” Taran said. “We’re not getting any alerts from the Captain so we need to know what to do.”

“We also need to find mom,” Aurelia said. “She wasn’t in our quarters when I woke up.”

“Is there damage in your quarters?” Taran asked.

“No,” Aurelia said. “The lights are out and I had to manually release the door.”

“Mine kind of exploded,” Taran said. “Can I sleep on your floor after we get through this?”

“I’ll think about it,” Aurelia said. “This is going nowhere. We should pick a direction and head that way.”

“Agreed,” Taran said. “Obviously, in the opposite direction of my room.”

“Obviously,” Aurelia said.

They started down the hallway and came to a large bulkhead door.

“They sealed off this section,” Taran said. “We must be the only ones who didn’t get out.”

“What do we do now?” Aurelia asked.

“We get through that door just like you got out of your room,” Taran said. He moved over and started to remove a panel. “There has to be a release here somewhere.”

“Forget it, Taran,” Aurelia said. “This door is different. We’re not getting out this way.” She sighed.

“I won’t give up,” Taran said.

Just as he said it, a shimmering light enveloped him and Aurelia. Suddenly, they were somewhere entirely. Blue-clad Federation medics headed their way and started checking them out.

“What’s going on?” Taran called out.

“Relax,” a voice said. “My name is Nog. This is the USS Maryland and we were finally able to track your life signs to transport you out of the damaged section. You must be Aurelia and Taran. We’ve already beamed your mother aboard as a precaution. We’ll take you to her when our medics give the all-clear.”

Taran nodded and closed his eyes and finally relaxed.

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10 Responses to “Amongst the Debris – A Star Trek Story”

  1. Dave Roller Says:

    I was right about to go to bed when this came up on my blog roll. This was a good story and I liked how you put that DS9 character in at the end. I look forward to reading your stuff again for this challenge.

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  2. ahtdoucette Says:

    Is this Nog, like NOG? If so, then this becomes a very happy ending to me. Best Ferengi ever!

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  3. Liam Says:

    A happy ending, I hope.

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  4. timsbrannan Says:

    Nice. I do enjoy a good Star Trek story.

    Tim Brannan, 2021: The A to Z of Monsters

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  5. Operation Awesome Says:

    Love me a good Star Trek story! Very nice, and glad they made it out okay.

    Dena from Operation Awesomehttps://operationawesome6.blogspot.com/

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