Star Trek: Gifts of the Gods (standard:Fan Fiction, 1559 words) [1/2] show all parts
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The first part of an original series adventure that I'm planning to submit to the Strange New Worlds competition later this year, so I could really use some feedback.

Star Trek: Gifts of the Gods 

“The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.” –Homer The
Iliad 

Captain's Log: Stardate 2301.1. The Enterprise has been ordered to bring
new drilling equipment and medical supplies to Meres Camp, a Federation 
dilithium mining colony located deep beneath the surface of the planet 
Gamma Iota III. Having beamed a landing party and the aforementioned 
cargo down to execute these orders, Enterprise had nearly completed her 
current mission when the landing party and mining colonists of Meres 
Camp fell under attack from some unknown alien species apparently 
living in the dense rock under the planet's surface. Unwilling to 
return to the ship until I am certain that all of the miners have been 
evacuated, I have ordered security reinforcement to the colony to help 
fend off this brutal attack... 

Captain Christopher Pike stared at the glowing red indicator light on
his phaser pistol, its slow throbbing showing that his weapon was set 
to emit full force. Still, he was almost positive that his blasts 
weren't doing much damage to the onslaught of alien attackers making 
their way toward him through the dark, cold corridors of Meres Block 
12. As he quickly walked backwards in retreat, Pike squinted into the 
darkness ahead to try and pick up some sort of movement to fire upon. 
He saw a glint of light further down the stone corridor and leveled the 
cylindrical barrel of his phaser, letting the bright red energy beam 
cut through both the darkness and heavy rock that may be shielding his 
unseen enemy. 

“Captain, I am reading two more life forms in an enclosed chamber about
eight meters to our east.” The first officer adjusted a dial on his 
tricorder, then shook his head. “The readings are very faint, Captain, 
due to the density and composition of the rock surrounding us.” 

“Good work, Spock. Lead the way. You two,” Pike pointed out two of his
six remaining security guards, “cover us while we make our way down the 
corridor. Don't let those things past you!” 

Nobody from the landing party, or the mining colony for that matter, had
gotten more than a fleeting glance of their attackers. In fact, there 
were no previous reports whatsoever of encounters between these hostile 
beings and the miners of Meres Camp. The two security guards took cover 
behind a large boulder that was positioned in the middle of the slick 
floor, splitting the corridor in half. Each man filled the dark hallway 
with rapid phaser fire, daring any enemy to attempt to pursue. 

“This is the door that leads into the antechamber, Captain.” Spock
flipped his tricorder off and yanked with all of his Vulcan strength at 
the latch. It shuddered, but the metal door didn't give any indication 
that it was ready to come open. Two more security guards grabbed the 
door and pulled with Spock, but to no avail. 

“Stand back, hurry.” Pike took a few steps back and fired his phaser at
the latch. He held the phaser stream steady as the cold metal began to 
glow red, and the others added their own phaser blasts to the effort. 
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the latch fell to the ground in 
a lump of charred magma melt and died in a cloud of smoke. Pike threw 
his body weight into the iron door and stumbled a few feet inside, 
where two miners were huddled together for warmth. 

Pike pulled his communicator from the flap on his belt and flipped the
brass antennae lid open to reveal a transparent casing of multicolored 
wires and dials. 

“Pike to Enterprise, I have two more miners ready for transport. Stand
by for Mr. Spock's coordinate relay...” 

“No, Captain!” The first miner lurched forward, struggling to get to her
feet. She was tall and thin, with a well-built body full of natural 
beauty. Her long, blonde hair was highlighted with icy blue streaks, 
and her deep blue eyes seemed filled with both joy and pain. Her lips 
were full and glittered with light blue microcrystals, as did her 
fingernails and eyelashes. “You can't beam us up yet...you have to...” 
She stammered and fell, obviously exhausted and overexcited, but fought 
to regain control of her senses. “Have to protect the artifacts...” She 


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