Warp Speed Loops

[Andrew Joshua Talon]

"I'm truly sorry Harry, but after this latest review, you won't be making lieutenant just yet," Admiral Kathryn Janeway said, her faux sympathetic smile just twisting the knife in Harry's heart that much deeper.

"Ma'am... It's been two years since we got back," Harry pleaded. "I know I can do the job! Please? I mean, I need a promotion to be transferred somewhere else!"

Anywhere else! He thought desperately.

"Harry," Janeway said with a smirk that said it all. "I still need you. Really, you need just a bit more experience... And besides, there's that reprimand on your record..."

That you put on, Harry thought resentfully, but couldn't say a word.

"No Harry, I'm very sorry, but I just can't let you leave," she said. "Dismissed."

- - - -

Dejectedly, Harry wandered the streets of San Francisco, no aim in his miserable, pathetic life.

Libby had left him long ago.

Tom and Be'lanna were off with their baby on a new assignment, having managed to escape Janeway's clutches.

Tuvok and Chakotay were on Voyager, also well away from her. Seven and the Doctor were on Earth but had managed to dance out of Janeway's reach as well. Even her status as an interstellar celebrity couldn't get them.

And here he was... Poor, pathetic Harry Kim. Ensign Harry Kim.

He sat down on a bench and bowed his head with a sigh.

"Hello Harry," said a low, familiar female voice. The young ensign started and stared over at a blonde woman, sitting next to him.

"Kes...?" Kim asked. The ascended Ocampan nodded.

"Mm..."

"But... But I saw you..."

"You saw one of me," Kes said. "One version. My anger and pain from ascension..." She smiled. "I'm much better now."

"So... What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"I'm here because you needed a friend... And because I wanted to give you another chance." Kes closed her eyes. "There are so many, so many who need second chances... Third, fourth, fifth... Who need it. Who deserve it. And you, Harry? You do not deserve where you are and what you are now." She reached out her hand.

"What... What will you do?" Harry asked.

"If you agree... I'll give you a second chance," Kes said.

"At?"

"Everything," she said softly.

Harry somehow knew that the Ocampan had the power. That she was offering him a chance to make everything right... Maybe escape Janeway entirely when he had the chance.

"But, I do warn you," Kes said. "That once you start this path... It will not be stopped. You will loop, over and over again."

"Will I be alone in it?" Kim asked. Kes shook her head.

"Never alone... But for the first few times? You will be the only one looping. That, however, will change in time."

"... Why?" He asked. Kes smiled warmly.

"I already told you..."

Harry stared at her hand for a long moment... Before he reached over and took it.

"Do it," he said. Kes nodded.

"Close your eyes."

Harry did... And the next moment he opened them, he saw the ruined bridge of the USS Voyager, and the massive Caretaker's array in front of it.

He also saw Captain Janeway, his tormentor, laying on the deck. Working quickly, before anyone else got up, he ran over and, taking up a piece of shattered polymer from the debris littering the bridge, slit her throat. He left the shard buried in her neck, and watched with satisfaction as the woman who had tortured him so died, choking on her own blood.

"Tom! Tom, you okay?" Kim shouted. Tom Paris groaned, and slowly pulled himself off the deck.

"Y-Yeah..." He looked over at the bridge, as several crewmembers got up... And a few didn't. "What's our status?"

"Captain's dead," Kim said dispassionately. "So's the first officer." He looked grim. "And we're 70,000 lightyears from home."

Tom stared back at him, and blinked. He then shook his head.

"Hell of a trip, huh Harry?"

"Just the beginning, Tom," Harry said, looking out at the Array. "Just the beginning."

- - - - - -

You know the drill, start the loops! TOS, TNG, DS9, Voyager, the new Trek movie, or even that godawful show Enterprise.

Hey, Star Wars gets a loop thread... So too should Star Trek.

Roll 'em!

 

[voidseeker]

wait star wars got one?! Fuck star trek im headin over there!

 

[Mercsenary]

wait star wars got one?! Fuck star trek im headin over there!

Oh... so cold. so very cold voidseeker. XD

 

[voidseeker]

as much as i liked voyager, and next gen. I find star wars to hold my interest better

 

[Andrew Joshua Talon]

as much as i liked voyager, and next gen. I find star wars to hold my interest better

Okay... Thanks for telling me? If you didn't want to post, you didn't have to.

Anyone who does, of course, post away.

 

[MyLittlePwnies]

A Sisko looping the Dominion War would be... interesting to say the least.

 

[GiantMonkeyMan]

I am also more of a Star Wars fan, but it didn't stop me from writing this:

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James T. Kirk watched with some confusion and a lot of worry as his second-in-command systematically put together a weapon that, frankly, even he thought a bit radical and unrefined for modern use.

"Computer," said the vulcan in his usual eloquent diatribe, "Synthesise ten litres of high-grade petroleum into the containers of the weapon."

"Do I even want to know what the hell it is you're doing?" Kirk muttered, hoping beyond all hope that Spock hadn't gone insane since some time last night.

"It is the most logical course of action, Captain," the vulcan replied emotionlessly. In some ways, Kirk would have preferred it if Spock had shoved two pencils up his nostrils, wore his underpants on his head and spoke only in gibberish. At least then his friend's madness would have been a clear-cut case.

"And how exactly is building a flamethrower 'logical', Mr Spock?" Kirk asked with a sigh of annoyance. He was going to have to get a new first officer after this.

"You shall see, Captain," Spock replied as he strapped the pack full of highly flammable liquids upon his back and raised, then ignited, the nozzle of the firing mechanism.

"Wait, where're you going?" Kirk cried out, rushing after his friend as he headed towards to mess hall. "Wait, Spock! Are you mad?"

"All will be revealed soon, Captain."

"Does this have anything to do with you upping security around the grain shipment? Spock, answer me! Is it klingons?"

But the vulcan ignored him, instead heading towards Lieutenant Uhura and the crowd of similarly off-duty officers that had gathered to play with the strange furry pets she had acquired recently while on planet. The communications lieutenant looked up from the purring ball of fluff and looked at her commanding officers with some trepidation.

"Sirs, is there a problem?"

"Lieutenant, I need you to step away from the tribbles."

 

[jaredstar]

I gotta ask AJT where are you getting your interpretation of Janeway from.


i admit her personality could shift from episode to episode but i don't think she has ever been like this.


all in all i enjoy your stuff but this felt more then a little bashy

 

[Andrew Joshua Talon]

I gotta ask AJT where are you getting your interpretation of Janeway from.


i admit her personality could shift from episode to episode but i don't think she has ever been like this.


all in all i enjoy your stuff but this felt more then a little bashy

http://www.sfdebris.com/main.asp

 

[Oni_kawaii]

"Lieutenant, I need you to step away from the tribbles."

:lol: :rofl: :yay:

A Sisko looping the Dominion War would be... interesting to say the least.

Hell canon for DS9 can support time loops.
Damn wormhole aliens.

 

[zeebee1]

This is the worst start to a loop ever. First, your Kes is condemming a friend to a fate worse than death. She hasn't gotten better. Second, Janeway, as you wrote her, is a stroy killer.

 

[Rift120]

Why do I keep picuring

"Interesting Saotome... so thats your wager?"

"Yeah Q... I'm betting 3 *Unpronounacble in the human language and would probably dirve us mad just hearing the first syllable* that it takes picard more than 20 loops to figure out that your faking not being aware of him looping...."

 

[Andrew Joshua Talon]

Kes beamed happily as she saw the time loops she'd set in motion begin to show positive results. The crew of the original Enterprise was enjoying itself, reliving their adventures and having ones they hadn't been able to have before. Harry Kim was finding his happiness again after years of depression and self-hatred, and was bringing his friends along too. And Captain Sisko was playing the Dominion War every which way.

Overall, she felt she was doing a great thing.

"You're clearly new, so I'll just get straight to the point," said a woman behind her. "You need to stop what you're doing."

Kes turned, and smiled at Urd, Goddess Second Class. "Oh, hello. Er... I have to what?"

"These time loops started in other timelines due to problems with Yggdrasil itself, programming bugs. You're a foreign entity which is causing more bugs. Surely you realized this when you ascended?" Urd asked, crossing her arms underneath her breasts.

"I adjusted these loops to be confined casualty systems," Kes replied. "They won't take up any additional space nor cause horrible disruptions in spacetime. My universe has the Guardian of Forever as a failsafe, after all."

"Even so, this isn't going to help us in the slightest," Urd replied. "We're trying to fix the problem, not exacerbate it!"

"What if I said that the time loops are the only thing that can keep the entire Omniverse from being destroyed?" Kes asked.

"You'd... Have to make a good case," Urd said. Kes smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll just have to make it, won't I?"

- - - - - -

 

[Darksnider05]

So awesome... I want more Spock! seriously the new one or the old I don't care just wanna see him freak people out when he does strange things. Would be cool to see him live way longer then he should and have him mucking about still in the field during things like Voyager and Ds9.

 

[Gundum M]

t: I've been looking? Is there realy a star wars loop in these fourms somewhere and if so where is it?

 

[Mechatrill]

Force Propelled Loops in the Movies Ideas section

 

[Cypher3au]

For the tenth time in as many seconds, Commander William Riker's eyes darted from the rapidly approaching Borg cube on the viewscreen to his maddeningly calm Captain, who seemed completely immune to the almost choking tension building on the bridge with every second that the nightmarish vessel approached the hastily-assembled fleet unopposed. He licked his dry lips nervously. "Captain, your orders?"

Looking almost bored, Picard waited for several long seconds before replying. "Data, hail the fleet. Tell them to go to yellow alert, and remind them not to act until I give the word."

The android almost visibly hesitated before nodding and relaying the orders to the fleet. "Aye Captain."

Riker looked on the verge of leaping from his seat and punching the Captain's lights out before taking command himself. "Yellow alert, sir? Shouldn't we be going to red alert?"

The bald Frenchman shook his head. "Yellow alert will be sufficient, Number One."

By now the titanic cube was almost on top of the Federation fleet, and in the face of apparently completely absent opposition slowed to a complete stop before forcing open a communication channel to every ship in the area. The chilling 'voice' of the Borg race, the sound of countless enslaved sentients speaking in unison, made more than one Ensign on t he assembled ships soil themself. =WE ARE THE BORG. LOWER YOUR SHIELDS AND SURRENDER YOUR SHIPS.=

Picard stood from his chair and, to the shock of everyone else on the bridge, nonchalantly unfastened and shrugged off his jacket and the shirt underneath, leaving him completely barechested.

=WE WILL ADD YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN=

Pulling a neatly-folded budle of cloth from behind his chair, the bald Captain shook it out sharply, then threw the blood-red cape it proved to be over his shoulders, fastening it shut with a pair of gold chains and straightening the large, unusually pointed collar.

=YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.=

Pulling a large, almost ludicrously long and pointed pair of crimson sunglasses from an internal pocket of the cape and slipping them on, Picard completed his preparations by spinning his chair in place and setting one foot up on the seat, leaning one elbow casually on his upraised knee. Unaffected by the horrified silence, he cleared his throat and calmly spoke once more. "Data, open all communication channels, audio and visual."

This time, Data actually did hesitate...for a good long moment, before finally tapping a few buttons on his console. "Channels open, Sir."

The highly-decorated Captain pointed dramatically at the viewscreen, an arrogant sneer on his face. "Lower our shields!? Surrender our ships!? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE!?"

==========

For decades afterwards, the finest minds in the Federation and beyond would analyse every second of Jean-luc Picard's legendary Speech. It would almost unanimously be agreed upon that the almost three minute long speech was, to put it lightly, bizarre in the extreme. Similarly, none could deny the unbeleivable psychological and physiological impact those words carried. Humans would feel their heartrate jump and the hairs on the backs of their necks rise, Vulcans would feel their iron emotional control strain, Romulans would bleed from their tear ducts and Klingons would weep for the duration of the speech, then viciously attack the closest being of equal or greater size to themselves upon its completion.

In fact, the Klingon people would honor Jean-luc Picard in a unprecedented fashion; they would build a great statue in his honor in the Hall of Heroes; barechested, cape fluttering dramatically in the breeze, with a finger pointed to the heavens...for being the only known being to have made a Borg cube explode from being on the receiving end of a speech.

 

[Hashasheen]

For the tenth time in as many seconds, Commander William Riker's eyes darted from the rapidly approaching Borg cube on the viewscreen to his maddeningly calm Captain, who seemed completely immune to the almost choking tension building on the bridge with every second that the nightmarish vessel approached the hastily-assembled fleet unopposed. He licked his dry lips nervously. "Captain, your orders?"

Looking almost bored, Picard waited for several long seconds before replying. "Data, hail the fleet. Tell them to go to yellow alert, and remind them not to act until I give the word."

The android almost visibly hesitated before nodding and relaying the orders to the fleet. "Aye Captain."

Riker looked on the verge of leaping from his seat and punching the Captain's lights out before taking command himself. "Yellow alert, sir? Shouldn't we be going to red alert?"

The bald Frenchman shook his head. "Yellow alert will be sufficient, Number One."

By now the titanic cube was almost on top of the Federation fleet, and in the face of apparently completely absent opposition slowed to a complete stop before forcing open a communication channel to every ship in the area. The chilling 'voice' of the Borg race, the sound of countless enslaved sentients speaking in unison, made more than one Ensign on t he assembled ships soil themself. =WE ARE THE BORG. LOWER YOUR SHIELDS AND SURRENDER YOUR SHIPS.=

Picard stood from his chair and, to the shock of everyone else on the bridge, nonchalantly unfastened and shrugged off his jacket and the shirt underneath, leaving him completely barechested.

=WE WILL ADD YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN=

Pulling a neatly-folded budle of cloth from behind his chair, the bald Captain shook it out sharply, then threw the blood-red cape it proved to be over his shoulders, fastening it shut with a pair of gold chains and straightening the large, unusually pointed collar.

=YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.=

Pulling a large, almost ludicrously long and pointed pair of crimson sunglasses from an internal pocket of the cape and slipping them on, Picard completed his preparations by spinning his chair in place and setting one foot up on the seat, leaning one elbow casually on his upraised knee. Unaffected by the horrified silence, he cleared his throat and calmly spoke once more. "Data, open all communication channels, audio and visual."

This time, Data actually did hesitate...for a good long moment, before finally tapping a few buttons on his console. "Channels open, Sir."

The highly-decorated Captain pointed dramatically at the viewscreen, an arrogant sneer on his face. "Lower our shields!? Surrender our ships!? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE!?"

==========

For decades afterwards, the finest minds in the Federation and beyond would analyse every second of Jean-luc Picard's legendary Speech. It would almost unanimously be agreed upon that the almost three minute long speech was, to put it lightly, bizarre in the extreme. Similarly, none could deny the unbeleivable psychological and physiological impact those words carried. Humans would feel their heartrate jump and the hairs on the backs of their necks rise, Vulcans would feel their iron emotional control strain, Romulans would bleed from their tear ducts and Klingons would weep for the duration of the speech, then viciously attack the closest being of equal or greater size to themselves upon its completion.

In fact, the Klingon people would honor Jean-luc Picard in a unprecedented fashion; they would build a great statue in his honor in the Hall of Heroes; barechested, cape fluttering dramatically in the breeze, with a finger pointed to the heavens...for being the only known being to have made a Borg cube explode from being on the receiving end of a speech.

what's this based on?

 

[Andrew Joshua Talon]

For the tenth time in as many seconds, Commander William Riker's eyes darted from the rapidly approaching Borg cube on the viewscreen to his maddeningly calm Captain, who seemed completely immune to the almost choking tension building on the bridge with every second that the nightmarish vessel approached the hastily-assembled fleet unopposed.? He licked his dry lips nervously.? "Captain, your orders?"

Looking almost bored, Picard waited for several long seconds before replying.? "Data, hail the fleet.? Tell them to go to yellow alert, and remind them not to act until I give the word."

The android almost visibly hesitated before nodding and relaying the orders to the fleet.? "Aye Captain."

Riker looked on the verge of leaping from his seat and punching the Captain's lights out before taking command himself.? "Yellow alert, sir?? Shouldn't we be going to red alert?"

The bald Frenchman shook his head.? "Yellow alert will be sufficient, Number One."

By now the titanic cube was almost on top of the Federation fleet, and in the face of apparently completely absent opposition slowed to a complete stop before forcing open a communication channel to every ship in the area.? The chilling 'voice' of the Borg race, the sound of countless enslaved sentients speaking in unison, made more than one Ensign on t he assembled ships soil themself.? =WE ARE THE BORG.? LOWER YOUR SHIELDS AND SURRENDER YOUR SHIPS.=

Picard stood from his chair and, to the shock of everyone else on the bridge, nonchalantly unfastened and shrugged off his jacket and the shirt underneath, leaving him completely barechested.

=WE WILL ADD YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN=

Pulling a neatly-folded budle of cloth from behind his chair, the bald Captain shook it out sharply, then threw the blood-red cape it proved to be over his shoulders, fastening it shut with a pair of gold chains and straightening the large, unusually pointed collar.

=YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US.? RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.=

Pulling a large, almost ludicrously long and pointed pair of crimson sunglasses from an internal pocket of the cape and slipping them on, Picard completed his preparations by spinning his chair in place and setting one foot up on the seat, leaning one elbow casually on his upraised knee.? Unaffected by the horrified silence, he cleared his throat and calmly spoke once more.? "Data, open all communication channels, audio and visual."

This time, Data actually did hesitate...for a good long moment, before finally tapping a few buttons on his console.? "Channels open, Sir."

The highly-decorated Captain pointed dramatically at the viewscreen, an arrogant sneer on his face.? "Lower our shields!?? Surrender our ships!?? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE!?"

==========

For decades afterwards, the finest minds in the Federation and beyond would analyse every second of Jean-luc Picard's legendary Speech.? It would almost unanimously be agreed upon that the almost three minute long speech was, to put it lightly, bizarre in the extreme.? Similarly, none could deny the unbeleivable psychological and physiological impact those words carried.? Humans would feel their heartrate jump and the hairs on the backs of their necks rise, Vulcans would feel their iron emotional control strain, Romulans would bleed from their tear ducts and Klingons would weep for the duration of the speech, then viciously attack the closest being of equal or greater size to themselves upon its completion.

In fact, the Klingon people would honor Jean-luc Picard in a unprecedented fashion; they would build a great statue in his honor in the Hall of Heroes; barechested, cape fluttering dramatically in the breeze, with a finger pointed to the heavens...for being the only known being to have made a Borg cube explode from being on the receiving end of a speech.

what's this based on?

... Seriously?

 

[Cypher3au]

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann...specifically, the epic, over-the-top, hot-blooded complete ham that is Kamina.

Kamina and Picard are both fond of giving dramatic speeches...so I just decided to show a glimpse as to what could happen if Picard took a page from Kamina's book.

 

[The Ero-Sennin]

Simon > Kamina

 

[crazyfoxdemon]

Simon > Kamina

True enough... After all, Kamina didn't survive the series... Simon did..

 

[PCHeintz72]

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann...specifically, the epic, over-the-top, hot-blooded complete ham that is Kamina.

Kamina and Picard are both fond of giving dramatic speeches...so I just decided to show a glimpse as to what could happen if Picard took a page from Kamina's book.

Darn... I had thought it was Picard with the knowledge from Read or Die on the musical composition of death.

Was hoping to see Yomiko and company fight Borg...

Devastated to learn it was TTGL instead.

Oh well.

EDIT: Heh... I can only imagine Yomiko Readman as a anchor... she would be bored because she used the time to read every book in existance.

 

[Tsukino_kage]

Actually... that was easily the best Star Trek loop in the site... which says a lot for the quality of the Trek loops on this site.

It was actually fairly above average... but not excellent.

 

[PCHeintz72]

Actually... that was easily the best Star Trek loop in the site... which says a lot for the quality of the Trek loops on this site.

It was actually fairly above average... but not excellent.

I've noticed the Star Wars fans far outnumber the Star Trek fans on this site, so it is not surprising.

Personally, never really cared that much for Star Wars, it is pretty good, but far prefer Star Trek.