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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22

Chapter 4

The alien beings advanced into the room single file and then assumed a triangular formation, scanning the dimly lit interior. They growled softly amongst themselves. After a moment, the first in the formation raised its large weapon and moved forward again.

Vearth slipped to the left as Ens. Rose moved right, watching the approach of the beings carefully. As one moved just a fraction nearer than the others, Vearth suddenly fired his bolt rifle, hitting it directly in the chest. The alien fell backwards, but began getting up slowly as the other two opened fire. Vearth and Ens. Rose rolled behind some other crates nearby.

A phaser blast from the USS Nera security ensign caught one of the aliens in the face and it didn't get up. The other two snarled and spread out.

"Some kind of body armor," Ens. Rose whispered to Vearth. "Aim for the head."

"Affirmative on that," Vearth agreed. "Ready... NOW!"

They dove out from either side of the crates, aiming high and firing. A single shot in the area of the head was all it took to put the aliens down. The last of them made a vain attempt to reach for a pistol of some kind on its belt, but drew its last breath before reaching it. "Let's help them out of here," Ens. Rose suggested. "We'll bring one of our 'friends' here along for analysis, as well."

On board the Ulysses, Q stood smugly on the bridge as the red alert sounded. Four large ships of unknown design had seemingly risen from the space around the Ulysses like ancient submarines! They moved in perfect unison as two took position in front and two behind the Ulysses. Once they achieved this, they did not move.

"We are being hailed," the ensign manning communications stated.

"Put it on-screen," Capt. Gamble ordered. "Quickly."

When the viewscreen blinked on, they were presented with a blue uniformed figure on a very dark bridge, illuminated dimly with red lights. His uniform was decorated with medals and very neat, right down to a peaked commander's cap. The gray-furred, wolf-like being wore it with the black brim low over his dark amber eyes. The alien had a long, heavy canine muzzle, and with his lip curled his sharp fangs were very evident.

"I am Captain Kir Vorsethaine, of the Third Imperial Pack," he growled. "You and your ship have been labeled a threat by the Emperor. You must withdraw immediately or prepare for battle." His canine lip curled back into a sneer at the word 'battle'.

"We have a crewman on a planet nearby," Capt. Gamble informed him. "If you'd allow us to come to some sort of mutual agreement-"

"Unacceptable!" Capt. Vorsethaine snarled. "I have given you a warning, Captain, which is far more than I gave the last one of your ships this far into our territory. If it is your wish to join the crew of that ship, continue as you are now! Third Pack is more than a match for you!"

After that outburst, Capt. Vorsethaine cut communication. Capt. Gamble and Com. Ison exchanged a concerned look.

"Just no talking to some people, is there?" Q mused. "It looks as if you've no choice, now. Will you try to take on four ships of unknown capability, or allow a crewman and perhaps even an entire planet to fall under the rule of Capt. Vorsethaine's Emperor?"

"Stuff it, Q," Capt. Gamble muttered. "Helm, take us below the nearest ship and get us out of here immediately!"

The Ulysses abruptly dove beneath the nearest of the enemy ships, narrowly avoiding a powerful energy weapon. The blast struck the ship above them instead, causing severe damage. The other three moved to take a pursuit course, Capt. Vorsethaine's in the lead.

On the bridge of Comet Chaser, Vorsethaine roared a communication with a distinct air of menace and hate.

"ALL ARMED AND WARP-DIVE READY CRIMSON FANGS OF THIRD PACK RENDEZVOUS AT THESE COORDINATES! ENEMY SHIP HAS INFILTRATED PATROL ROUTES! DESTROY THE SHIP IMMEDIATELY, NO SURVIVORS WILL BE TOLERATED!"

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Chapter 5

Vearth and Ens. Rose dragged the alien soldier into their ship cargo area and helped secure their rescued Starfleet personnel as best as they could. As they got into the cockpit area, Ens. Rose pushed back his fedora to wipe some sweat from his brow.

"That...was seriously intense," he commented.

"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" Vearth replied. "That whole fight really gave you a charge."

"I'm not real big on taking lives," he answered. "The fight itself gave me a healthy adrenaline rush though."

They headed back quickly, unaware that a similar-sized craft had just 'surfaced' behind them and slowly begun following.

On the small bridge of the Kir Renac infiltration craft Black Maria, a very large black furred Renac with black goggles over his eyes sat in the center command chair. He was a member of the Commando Pack, warriors genetically altered, cybernetically strengthened and trained for optimal combat capabilities. His name was Kir Dertcha.

Dertcha's class of warriors was even larger than Vorsethaine, about six feet and eight inches tall, heavily muscled and bearing one mechanical arm with interchangeable forearm equipment. Anything from a variety of blades to energy weaponry could be attached. Commando Pack Members also carried a katana-like sword.

He had a long scar across his face and down the left side of his muzzle. He wore a black uniform somewhat similar to Capt. Vorsethaine, but covered by a heavy gray body armor and shoulder pads.

To his left was Tir Cirtha, a leading member of the Recon Pack.

Recon Pack consisted entirely of female Renac, which were designated 'Tir' rather than Kir. Renac females were built more like human females, with slimmer muzzles and softer features overall. Most also had a lighter colored 'mane', something akin to hair on human females. They were trained in stealth, sabotage and other covert operations as well as reconnaissance.

Cirtha was around five feet nine inches tall, with brown fur and a light brown mane. Her eyes were more gold than the typical amber of her kind and one of her upper fangs was visibly chipped. She was one of the more headstrong of the Tir. Defiance practically blazed in her eyes when she felt an order was wrong or ill conceived.

"Orders from Third Pack," Dertcha announced. "We are to follow that craft to its home base and determine combat strength of the enemy ground forces. Backup will be available to us as necessary."

He glared at Cirtha and then said, "No mistakes, female. You WILL follow orders to the letter on this operation."

Cirtha responded only with a disdainful growl, adjusting her magnifier goggles before slipping them on her head to sit on her brow.

Ens. Rose and Vearth returned to the base and had their Starfleet companions taken to the medics. The captured body of the alien soldier was taken to the research area, where the Base Commander and Searsk met Ens. Rose and Vearth. The researchers were just removing the body armor when Ens. Rose noticed something.

"This uniform is very familiar," he said, looking at it carefully. "I've seen something similar studying twentieth century history. The insignias are somewhat different, but overall this uniform is a very close replication. Excuse me, I need to contact my ship."

The Ulysses had managed to evade Third Pack for the moment, though no one knew for certain how long they could avoid them. The Ulysses had sustained very minor damage as it passed beneath the ship that had been hit, but Chief Engineer Perez had reported no damage to the engines or ship functions. To make matters more frustrating, Q had still not departed from the bridge.

"It seems that reasoning with them is out of the question," Capt. Gamble noted with some irritation. "That captain seems intent on destroying us just for being in their territory."

"They seem to be even more prone to violence than the Klingons," Com. Ison said. "He flew off the handle as soon as we disagreed with him on his demands."

"Isn't it interesting to see what it must have been like to deal with your people back in those days?" Q chuckled.

Both Capt. Gamble and Com. Ison shot him a dirty look and then ignored him.

Ens. Rose contacted them only moments later.

"We've encountered those 'diving' ships you mentioned," Capt. Gamble informed him. "We've managed to get away from them for the time, but operations in this region are becoming increasingly dangerous. Have you got any new information?"

"I have noticed some obvious similarities to wolves in this species," he replied. "More disturbingly, their uniforms reminded me of something I read about in twentieth century history. Have you seen the uniforms?"

"Yes," Com. Ison answered. "What are you getting at?"

"I'd like you to run a reference in twentieth century World War 2; I'm guessing you'll find a match for those uniforms," he said.

"Do it," Com. Ison ordered another member of the bridge crew.

The answer presented itself only moments later. Capt. Gamble and Com. Ison read the data. Capt. Gamble looked shocked.

"The Third Reich, Nazi Germany," she said, glaring at Q. "So that's what you meant, is it?"

"Given the history of the organization that their culture is based on," Ens. Rose stated, "I'd expect no mercy or compassion from this species on the average."

An explosion in the background interrupted the communication.

"Uh, I'll have to get back to you, Captain..." Ens. Rose said. "Apparently we were followed; the base wall is under attack!"

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Chapter 6

"What was that explosion?" Ens. Rose demanded, trotting to where Searsk stood armed with a bolt rifle.

"Some kind of explosive shell," Searsk informed him. "It came from that wooded area adjacent to this wall."

Vearth ran up to them, handing Ens. Rose his bolt rifle from the ship. The three of them watched the trees carefully as several more Tarcesian soldiers joined them. No one saw anything, though. That was when another explosion rocked the base, striking the eastern wall.

"They're obviously using the trees," Searsk shouted, running for the gate controls. "We'll have to find them before they shell the entire base!"

"Our 'friends' from the ship?" Vearth said. "Do you think that they followed us?"

"Not a doubt in my mind," Ens. Rose answered, following Searsk and five other soldiers.

Cirtha was loading another shell into her massive weapon when she noticed the soldiers leaving the walled base. She adjusted her magnifier goggles to get a better look. There were seven soldiers armed with rifles of some kind, but as far as she could tell none of them had discovered her location.

"Seven armed individuals departing main gate," she reported. "Their current movements take them southward."

"I read, RP1," Dertcha answered her communication. "We'll be ready. This won't even be a challenge."

She snorted at his response after she cut communication. She wasn't about to underestimate an unknown enemy force. She reloaded the weapon and slung it back over her shoulder, preparing her two energy pistols. She swung silently from the tree limb she was on to another tree.

It was a sudden thought that convinced Ens. Rose to have Vearth and Searsk go with him into the other end of the wood line. They moved as quietly as possible through the woods, watching the bushes and trees.

"Why are we looking over here?" Vearth demanded. "The shots came from over there."

"I know," Ens. Rose agreed. "But, the shots were moving in this direction. That last one seemed too easy to track."

Then they noticed a very slight movement in the trees ahead. A dark figure was quietly jumping to another tree. He motioned for them to spread out a little.

The figure seemed to notice, and turned with a very large weapon aimed at them. Vearth fired a shot from his bolt rifle, but the attacker leapt to another limb and fired. The shell exploded as they scattered. Then it leapt to the next tree.

"We've got to time our efforts," Searsk advises. "Vearth, fire at her. Michael and I will hit the nearest limbs. With any luck, we'll shoot the perch out from under him."

Vearth fired quickly at the figure, as Ens. Rose and Searsk blasted the two nearest tree limbs nearby. As they had hoped, the figure landed on one of the limbs just as they blasted it, sending limb and all crashing down into some bushes below. The three of them rushed to that position, aiming their weapons at the dazed being in the bushes under the tree limb.

The being sighed and raised its hands slowly in defeat. They quickly disarmed the alien soldier and led it back to the base. The soldier said nothing at all, simply trudged along. Searsk was carrying the weapons, utterly amazed at them.

Back on the Ulysses, Capt. Gamble and Com. Ison are alerted that Capt. Vorsethaine's ship is nearby. The Red Alert was sounded as Comet Chaser 'surfaced' nearby, slowly circling around. The big ship stops a short distance away. Abruptly, the forward energy weapon bank began firing!

The Ulysses banked hard, narrowly evading the blasts. As it swung around, one of the large torpedo banks on Comet Chaser fired an alarming number of energy torpedoes. Ulysses somehow managed to avoid most of them, but four struck the shields, dealing severe damage to them.

Ulysses fired several photon torpedoes. Two struck Comet Chaser, but it was unclear how much damage it had sustained. It moved quickly away and suddenly 'dove' again, vanishing. Another group of torpedoes struck Ulysses, draining the shields around the nacelles. One final torpedo struck part of the left nacelle, severely damaging it.

The ship was visible again to their left, apparently ready to strike again. However, a group of four smaller ships arrived and began attacking the Comet Chaser. Unable to combat all of the ships at once, it finally dove and retreated.

"USS Ulysses, this is Tarcesian Fleet Commander Daruth. We thought you might appreciate a little help. If you'll come with us, we have a spacedock. It may be sub par to your own, but we can fix your ship."

"Commander Daruth, this is Capt. Gamble," the Captain responded. "We do appreciate the help, and we'll take you up on those repairs. Thank you."

That having been said, the four Tarcesian ships led Ulysses to their spacedock to receive repairs.

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