SCROLL DOWN TO READ THE STORY

Interested? Questions? Click the icon to email me and let me know.

Star Trek: Genesis

Based on the tv series “Star Trek” created by Gene Roddenberry

“Genesis” is a created fan fiction series by Jeff Walker

In the late 24th Century…

Two decades later since the legacy of the USS Enterprise 1701 - E, Deep Space Nine and USS Voyager. The wars that plagued the Federation have now calmed to a lull and can once again move forward into a peaceful era. With Starfleet building new ships and continuing their original mandate to explore the galaxy, they once again boldly go where no one has gone before.

These are the bold new adventures of a young group of cadet friends who’ve graduated to the rank of Ensigns, sharing their lives, adventures and hopes as they voyage together on a brand new ship. The U.S.S. Genesis is a Star Fleet vessel that carries a crew of over 5,537…they are the young men and women officers to travel beyond the stars.



Mission 001:

BEYOND THE STARS




Prologue – The New Recruits

Ensign’s Log: Stardate 67468.79

What a rush it’s been these few days. Having graduated from Starfleet Academy and assigned my first posting on the U.S.S. Genesis, I feel as if I need time to catch my breath from it all. It seems like only yesterday I was rushing to finish my mid-terms and trying to pilot a shuttle in a simulator, now I’ve been thrusted into a brand new adventure and put on an untested ship with an equally untested crew. I hope that I can climb the ladder and reach my goal of becoming the youngest Captain of a Starfleet vessel. A dream I’ve been waiting for all my life to come true, I’ll do what it takes to make it to the top, with a bit of faith and just pure luck…I’ll be commanding a Starship in no time. Maybe someday I’ll be the one in command of this ship, Enterprise would be nice, but as a wise man once said….a ship is a ship.


Orbiting the Earth, in stationary postions, a group of dry docks holding several large ships are a flood of activity as smaller vessels and construction drones hover about the massive structures. Inside one of the dry docks, the middle of the group and the largest one sitting in space, a black female officer sits in front of a computer with various controls displayed on a graphcial interface. A low sounding hum climbs steadily as it rises in pitch, a bright light appears in the small room colored gray and maroon, the adult female officer navigates the controls to the Transporter as she guides the beam in and stablizes the form. The bright light appearing on the round faint blue Transporter Pad now takes shape in a human form. As the humming begins to die down and the light dwindles, a young caucasian male stands on the pad with a smile and a large green duffle bag slung around his back. The young man, not looking more then eighteen in apperance, has rich dark brown hair cut short, brown eyes and the look of someone just waiting to begin a new life.

“Hi there!” The youth says cheerfully.

“Welcome to Station Port 5, Ensign. Please step down off the pad and head out to your pod designation.” The woman announced in a bored fashion.

“Port 5?” He suddenly questions. “Wait, you mean I’m not on the ship? I thought I was beaming directly there?”

The woman gave a brief sigh and pointed to the door as she raised her eyebrow at him.

“No, this isn’t Genesis. The Transporters on the vessel are down at the moment…Please exit the room and make way for the others please.”

The young man nodded gleefully and watched her emotionless expression as he took note that she wasn’t welcoming him with more enthusiasim. Naturally, who would be? She’s just an officer doing her duty that she’s probably done a million times before and has been performing all day long. The well groomed boy stepped down as she asked and headed out the sliding doors that opened for him along the drab looking walls. As he walked through, the sound of other personale hit him as he stepped out, the whole place was full of new recruits and officers trying to gather them all together. The young man lifted the heavy back against his back and made his way through the crowd like a lost tourist. His eyes darted around the large room that had windows everywhere he looked, the carpet was blue and grey with the occasional symbol of the Federation of Planets emblem printed on it. He took notice of how young the various races of men and women were as he strolled through the large deck, it seems that this crew was going to be just as inexperienced as he is as they head out into space. Like any young man would, he soon caught his eyes on a pair of very beautiful women, he noticed them giggling and peering over in his direction and in return he gave them a quick wink and a smile as he kept his eyes focused on them.

The two women where human, whether from Earth or some other humanoid planet, the young man didn’t care. They were stunning in his eyes, both blonde haired and had a uniform that seemed to fit in all the right places. Grinning like an idiot, he turned around and kept walking backwards so not to miss them staring back. But as he kept grinning and looking at them, he suddenly ran into someone standing in his way and fell to the floor face down. The women laughed at his misfortune and walked away as they gave him a second glance. The young man shook his head from the impact and stared up to see an older caucasian human ranking officer hovering over him. He immediately reckonized the pips on the man’s collar to be that of a Commander, the middle aged man with graying black hair folded his arms together and glared at him with contempt.

“Stand up, Ensign!” The man howled at him.

“Uh…Yes…Yes, sir!” He quickly replied as he came to attention. “Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to…”

“You should be focusing on looking for your shuttle location rather then worrying about your labedo. Where are you supposed to be, Ensign?” The man grumbled.

“I’m…uh…looking for the bridge crew sir. I’m supposed to find Pod 221, Beta Shift.”

“Beta Shift, eh?” The man says as he begins to calm down. The sight of the young man shivering in his boots to his deep commanding howl seemed to give him a bit of a laugh as he quickly remembered the time when he was a hot headed young cadet like this one before him.

“Well then, Ensign…”

“Kirk, sir!” The young man replies quickly trying give the man his name. “Jason Kirk.”

“Well Ensign Jason Kirk…” The man snickers. “I suggest you look up at the signs a bit more, that way you’ll see that this side is clearly Delta Shift. You’re group is down over there to the right.”

The terrified young man looks beyond the officer and sees the location he’s gesturing too.

“Thank you sir.” He nods quickly.

“Try not to run into anymore senior officers or else you’ll find yourself assigned to another ship team. Got that?”

“Yes…yes sir.” Kirk salutes with hesitation. “It won’t happen again, sir.”

“Carry on then Ensign.” The man salutes back and pats Jason on the shoulder. Giving a smirk and a slight giggle under his breath, the officer walks by him and allows the kid to continue on.

As the gruff older officer leaves him standing there, the boy gives out an exhale of releif, he thought for sure he had screwed up and was about to be booted back to starfleet headquarters. With that unpleasent matter out of the way, he picked up his green duffle bag again and walked with a more calm pace to the area the officer pointed too. Each section of the whole port had shuttle pod designations and color schemes for each level of command. Holographic signs floated over head of each area to tell the young recruits of what section of command the pods were going too. A computerized male voice was randomly playing over the speakers as it was givign information about the time of departure for each section. Kirk dropped his bag on the floor and gave a sigh as he stood in the right area he was supposed to be in. Looking at the crew he was going to be travelling with, he tried to see if anyone there was worth talking too or even a ranking officer to report too.

“Hey Jason!”

A voice rang out over the noisy crowd. It was familiar to him, a male voice that he had heard numerous times and instantly smiled when he heard him calling. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a short Ferengi running up to him in a blue and grey uniform and smiling just as much as he was.

“Well, well, well…Ensign Narwk, good to see you again bud!”

“You too Jay.” The boy grinned.

The two shook hands and quickly gave each other a quick heartfelt friendly hug.

“What the hell are you doing here guy?” Jason laughed as he smiled at his friend.

“Well doesn’t the uniform say it?” The sharp toothed alien giggled. “I’ve been placed in the Medical team on Genesis, so it looks like the two of us are going to be stationed together.”

“Great! Just like ol’ times bud…you, me and…hey? Did anyone else from our cadet group make it here?”

The Ferengi shook his head negatively. “I looked…Paltar, Davis and Sarah were all assigned elsewhere. Paltar is on Deep Space Nine, Davis went to the reserch base on Nimbus II and….can you guess where Sarah went?”

“Ah crap no!” Jason replied as he knew what was coming next.

“That’s right…” Narwk laughed. “She got posted on the Enterprise.”

“Damn!” The young man said as he kicked his own duffle bag lying there. “See, if I had just sucked up to Admiral Riker a bit more at the graduation…I’d be right there on that ship.”

“Hey ya snooze ya loose. Like it states in rule seventy-seventh of Acquisition…”It's better to swallow your pride than to lose your profit.” Narwk states proudfully.

“I’m going to find that book of yours, rip out that page….then make you eat it.”

Both give each other a long stare and then quickly begin laughing as they find the humor in the moment.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

Watching the two boys ham it up in the foreground, a young asian-bajoran woman stands with another vulcan shipmate of similar age and gazes at them with a curiousity.

“Look at them over there…you’d think were just going out for a trainning cruise.” The Bajoran female says.

“Clearly they are not taking this mission seriously.” The vulcan woman states raising her eyebrow.

“Men can be so childish sometimes. I wonder if those two will be the first to go during our voyage.” The young bajoran Ensign smrks.

“I beg your pardon, Ensign Lorna? Are you wagering on those two to be the first to die on the mission?” The vulcan friend reacts to her comment.

“Oh not that way T’nal!” Lorna snickers as she playfully smacks her shoulder. “I just mean that the commanding officers will start to weed out the ones that won’t make the cut. The ones that are nothing but trouble and not serious about their duties. I can see those two being the first ones booted off the ship.”

The Vulcan female again raised her eyebrow and gave a simple glance back at Kirk and Narwk still laughing it up.

“Highly doubtful Ensign. I’ve read of others with such wreckless behavior usually tend to be the ones who go on and eventually become Starfleet Captains.”

“What?” Lorna scoffs. “Are you insane?”

“I believe my mental factor is quite resonable, Ensign. In fact if you study the Academy database you will find over two hundred and thirty two such cases on this matter.” The unemotional T’nal states.

Lorna looks over at the young men and lowers her eyes at them.

“Loose my chance at being Captain…to the likes of them? Oh, no. Not this ship…not this woman!”

The vulcan friend looks at her with surprise as the young asian-bajoran girl starts to storm over to Kirk and Narwk.

“Where are you going?” T’nal inquires.

“To put an end to those satistics!” Lorna growls back.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

At the back of the furthest wall, dual turbolift in dull gray color suddenly signals the arrival of one of it’s lifts. As white light above indicates the stop, the doors slide open and a lone young male walks out of it and clutching his blue duffle bag. A very skinny youth, with a blue/gray uniform that all medical and scientific Ensigns are wearing, carefully walks through the large shuttle pod area with a look of utter nervousness. Sheepishly he wanders past the clans of young lower and mid-ranking officers as he makes his way over to his selected location. The light brown skinned youth has a short crop of black hair, his eyes are deep blue and has a hansome complextion. Like a timid rabbit in a den of wolves, he roles his eyes around with out turning his head as he moves through the room. One high ranking officer, a Lieutenant Andorian male, notices the boy looking as if he is in pain and walks over to him.

“Are you alright?” The man asks.

“Yes….I…I’m fine. Sir.” The young man gulps as he answers. “Could you direct me too…too…the science team area?”

“Of course…just a few more down and to the right.” The man points as he keeps his eyes on the wirery Ensign.

“Th-thank you.” The boy nods as he starts to walk past.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t look so well…” The Andorian asked again.

“I’m fine.” The boy muttered back at him.

He quickened his steps as he located his group and when he arrived he plopped down on the ground and began breathing heavily, he kept shaking his head as if he was trying to drum out the noise of the room and whinced ever time someone spoke something. The voices grew louder and louder to him, the room seemed to warp around him and become a blur of non-stop chatter. Covering his ears, he ducked his head between his legs and began motioning back and forth.

“Ensign!” A clear calm voice spoke to him through the thick of the hellish buzz.

The young man snapped out of his stupior and looked up to see a male Vulcan staring down at him. The man looked as if he was in his mid-fourties, but Vulcans tend to look this way even at the age of ninety. As the boy scanned his uniform he noticed the pips on his collar was that of a ranking Captain. In turn, the Vulcan Captain noticed the boy was having troulbe keeping focus and could sense this was no ordinary human crew member. Without trying to use his laden telapathic abilities, the Captain simply uttered the one question that many emotional beings tend to ask in the given situation.

“Are you alright?”

The boy was in tears as he stared at him, giving his face a wipe and standing to his feet slowly, the young man tried to keep calm.

“I…I’m…having some difficulty.”

The Vulcan Captain took hold of the boy’s face and looked at his eyes.

“You’re Betazain.” He stated. “What’s your name?”

“Ensign Laim, Sir.”

“Ah, yes…” The Captain nodded. “You are Admiral Liam’s son. Ensign Markus Liam, if memory serves. I think you should go aboard right away and report to the Medic. The ship’s doctor is busy overseeing his medical staff and waiting for the next group to arrive. A temporary medic will suffice until the doctor can attend to you’re special requirements. Take shuttle pod 211, it is leaving right now…”

“Thank you, sir. But I…I can manage.” Liam says.

“Indeed.” The Vulcan states raising his brow. “Nevertheless, I insist that you proceed to the ship and seek attention. Your father has already informed me of your condition and judging from your current state, I would say you are in no position to stay here and remain flooded with the minds of everyone here. Logic dictates that you should get this resolved before we begin our long journey together, Ensign.”

“Aye, Sir.” Markus nods reluctantly.

Picking up his blue duffle bag, Liam and the Vulcan Captain walk to the shuttle pod together, while most of the crewmen take notice of the boy getting special teatment. The group of young officers in dark yellow and gray uniforms snicker at the sight, giving glib comments about the young man being a ‘suck up.’

••••••••••••••••••••••

“A week? What do you mean I’ll only last a week?”

Jason looked completely baffled by Ensign Lorna’s statement as the young man scoffed at it with a curious tone.

“Exactly what I said, a week…one single week.” Lorna smiled. “Captain T’vok is rumored to be a very stern and hard judge of character, last time he commanded a vesel, a total of fifteen Ensigns and junor officers were replaced or transferred to some dead end starbase.”

Narwk leaned in with a questionable gaze. “Is that true? Or are you just pulling our Lobes?”

“Sarah P. Lorna tells no tales gentlemen.” She said raising her right hand as if to signal a scouts honor. “Those that are reckless and headstrong will be gone in a week.”

“So…guess I’ll see you on the shuttle home then too?” Kirk laughed.

Sarah’s smile soon curled down and gave him a glare of disapproval. Jason continued to giggle and shook his head as he reached down to grab his green duffle bag. As he rose back up and slung it over his shoulder, the gave the woman a quick pat on the shoulder and smlied.

“Listen Sarah, I see what you’re trying to do. You think I’m a threat to your chances at going for the gold pips…”

“A threat?” She quickly squawked. “Trust me Ensign…you are no threat to me.”

“Oh…” Jason says with humor. “My mistake. I thought you were trying to intimidate me or something. But then…it would take a great deal to do that…”

“My, my…if I didn’t know any better I’d think you are challenging me. Fine. Then it’s on is it?” The woman smirked as she batted her pale green eyes. “You and me…a race to be Captain.”

Narwk looked at his friend and leaned in trying to whisper at him.

“She’s a bit nuts isn’t she? Who does this female think she is? Ten strips of gold pressed latnium says she doesn’t make it.”

Kirk chuckled at his friend’s comment and then rolled his tongue inside his cheek for a second as he thought about it. The woman was dead serious about her challenge and the fact that her ambition was as large as his made it even more delightful to accept.

“I don’t see why not? You’re on.” He replies as he shakes her hand. “May the best…man…win.”

She continued to shake his hand and gave a laugh at his remark.

“Only the best…woman…will have you eating those words.”

Narwk rolled his eyes and gave a slight sigh as he watched the two still shaking hands tightly and staring at one another with intensity.

“Hu-mans…they’re all nuts.”

Chapter One – U.S.S. Genesis

The round pod detatched from the side of the mooring station and began the slow journey around the large Federation vessel as it gave the new recruits a view of their new home. The lights gleamed across the grey-motted metal hull of the vessel, as the slender looking warp nassels softly glowed the faint blue and red of power from the engines giving it life. The ship was slender and sleek in it’s design. A ship built for speed and yet bulky enough to fit a crew of their numbers. The saucer section was almost molded into the frame of the ship as if there was no neck to its design. The Deflector dish also gave off a pale blue florecences from its position underneath the oval front part of the ship. Kirk was in awe of it as they passed by slowly. For every young starfleet cadet, this was the dream to live, to be aboard a ship that would take you where no one has gone before.

“Fantastic.” Kirk uttered under his breath.

Lorna nodded in agreement as she too gazed upon the magnificant ship that she hoped to one day command. Narwk couldn’t see past all the taller people standing around, jumping up from tiime to time, he would only catch a glimpse of the ship as he moved about.

“Uuuhg!” He grunted bitterly as he folded his arms over and frowned. “Why do I always get shoved at the back?”

“I hear she’s got a new proto-type engine.” Lorna says to Kirk striking up a conversation with him.

“I know” He replies. “It’s some sort of liquid bio-crystaline propulsion that self regenerates. They’ve tested this thing already…she’s supposed to be the fastest ship in the fleet.”

Lorna gives a soft sigh and smirks. “Well…I hear Enterprise is going to beat that. Word is that they’re going to get the second generation engine installed soon. Can you believe that? We’re out-dated before we even launch.”

Kirk gives a glance at her and smiles. “Well…it’s a few years before that’s going to happen. Maybe we can break a few records before they get the chance.”

“Maybe.” Lorna states as she stares back at the ship.

The pod they were cruising in flew over head the main section, as they began to hover over it and headed towards the bridge port, Kirk and the other gazed down and noticed the identification laying on the oval hull.

U.S.S. GENISIS NCC-X-7402

A smile broke on Jason’s face again as he read the letters and numbers. This would be the place he’d call home for five years and this would be the start of his career as he dreamed to be a captain. He had read the missions his great uncle James T. Kirk had done, along with every other captain that too command of the most famous flag ship in starfleet history, the Enterprise. As a boy he would dream of being just like all of them, going out on dangerous missions, battling aliens and being the first to discover the great unknowns. It took him sometime to convice his mother and father to let him join starfleet. Samuel Kirk, father of Jason, is the great grandson of Peter Kirk, the lone survivor of an alien organisim that killed his parents and the colony he lived on. The Kirk name was a hard thing to live with after the events of James T. Kirk’s adventures. People would always wonder why Peter or his other proginey would not join starfleet and continue the legend. It was for that reason alone they did not want too, James was anything of a role model to them. Being a captain of a starship meant living on the edge of destruction, it was reckless and dangerous, something that the Kirk family would always instill on their children to make sure none of them followed in that man’s footsteps. Samuel continued the anti-starfleet lecture to Jason, but he didn’t hold the same grudge that his father and all the others before him had. James Kirk was an idol to him, someone that made him proud of his family heritage and one that he felt was his duty to continue.

The pod shuttle soon docked at the lower section on the right side of the saucer and as the pod came to a rest against it, the doors finally opened. The group of young officers spilled out into the very large docking room and chatted away to each other as they disembarked from it. Kirk and Nawrk stayed together as they slung their duffle bags over their shoulders and headed out into the ship. They were impressed with the size of the hallways, very large and spacious, and filled with enough people as if they were on the streets of Earth itself. As the two seemed bewildered by the numbers, Lorna taps them both on the shoulders and points ahead of them.

“I think we’re supposed to head up to C deck…someone mentioned something about our quarters being there.”

Kirk gave a smirk and nodded. “Great…looks like we’re going to be close to the bridge after all.”

“I’m not sure that’s where I’m supposed to go Jason.” Nawrk says with confusion. “That’s more the section for bridge personelle and junior officers….where does the medical staff go?”

Lorna looks around the rushing crowd of people and spots someone directing the med-staff as they gather around the person.

“I’d go ask that guy over there. He’s probably the one you need to talk too about that.”

Kirk and Nawrk shake hands as he shifts his load to the other shoulder.

“Well…guess I’ll see you later.” Kirk says to him.

“Guess so. Contact me when you get a chance and let me know when you want to meet for drinks later. Alright?”

“You bet my friend.” Jason smiles.

The little feringi walks over to the medical officer and taps him on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

“Excuse me sir…could you tell me which floor the medical staff is assigned barracks too?”

The broad shoulders of the person flex as they feel his irratatingly hard finger tap, turning around, the man gives a snarled look on his face and stares down at the young alien. Nawrk gulps suddenly as he notices he’s face to face with a very bitterly looking Klingon.

“Watch that finger of yours Ferengi! Or I will rip it off of you and feed it to my pet Targ back home!”

The Klingon was very tall, but aged in apperance, his face was slighly wrinkled and had a thin mustache and beard that many of his kind would. The uniform was standard issue Medical blue, but a sash of weaved metal and badges of honor adorned it like a display of his courage. Nawrk had seen such a sash in Starfleet photographs, Commander Worf once use to have such a sash and remembered that no Klingon likes someone touching it at all. He hadn’t realised he had done so, but now was quivering at the sound of the Klingon’s growl as he gave him a look over.

“I suppose you are on my staff, Ensign!” He shouted again.

“Yes sir. I’m assigned to the Sick Bay….sir!” He nervously shouted back.

The Klingon officer growled at the boy and looked at his data pad with a list of names. The sound of the computer scrolling made the young ferigni nervous, perhaps he wasn’t supposed to be assigned to this ship? Or maybe they’ve forgotten to put his name down? So many questions running through his brain as he saw the bitter Klingon gazing at the pad. The scrolling stopped and the man stopped his growl. He gave a simple sigh and looked at him.

“Ensign Nawrk is it?”

“Yes sir.” He quickly answered him.

“You are to be placed on D deck…one floor down. Can you find your way? Or do I need someone to take you by the hand and guide you there like a little child?”

“I can find my way sir. Thank you sir.” Nawrk saultes.

“One more thing, Ensign!” The Klingon officer barks. “You are to report to me on your first rotation, understood?”

Nawrk seemed confused by that.

“You sir?”

“Yes Ensign.” He replied gruffly to the Ferengi. “You are addressing the Chief Medical Doctor of this vessel. Remember my name you Ferengi-Gozhe! I am Klarrn, and I will be keeping a close eye on you, so do not fail me. Or else!”

The young boy nods frantically and proceeds to run down the hall out of his view. The Klingon doctor watches him with a delighted smie and begins to chuckle from the young officer’s fearful sprint.

“Ferengi trying to become doctors…HA! What will the Federation allow next?”

Like this so far? Then Email me to complete the story...otherwise I shall not pursue to write this fiction if no one is reading it at all. Far too busy to keep writing a series nobody cares for. If you are interested and would like for it to continue...then scroll back up and click on my Email logo. Thanks.