Star Trek: Phoenix-X
"Bio Level 4 Remake"
The Prometheus-class U.S.S. Phoenix-X sputtered through transwarp, traversing at near-ultimate, fanboy speeds!
"Here we go again, exploring space like never before," Captain Daniel observed from the Bridge to a shared on-looking crew.
Commander Seifer nodded. "Kind of feels like Starfleet doesn’t trust us in fighting this war. Like, we’re being sent away toward the Delta-Beta Quadrant border because we made the Jem’Hadar flamboyant in the last one."
"Well, ratings over progressiveness," Daniel shrugged, unclear, before being interrupted.
Red turned from the helm. "Captain! The transwarp function is overheating. Either we shut down or use that one half-consumed bottle of water that no one can figure out is who’s."
"Ew. Just do the shut down thing," Daniel ordered as the Phoenix-X dropped back out into normal space.
Ensign Dan squirmed. "Ooooh. I can feel my tummy sinking back down."
"Okayyyy," Wallace sarcasted.
Gotens snapped. "Stop with the okayyyys. I just get so freaked out with them. One more okayyyy and I’ll slap whoever says that!"
"Okayyyy," Daniel eye-rolled.
But, before thinking, Gotens impulsively slapped him! Everyone on the Bridge then took a deep breath in utter shock as Daniel’s Changeling face was splattered everywhere— the control panels, the floor, the chair.
"Ugh! I think I got some of the Captain in my eye," Armond repulsed.
Quickly, Captain Daniel’s splattered protoplasms began moving back to reform over his faceless head.
"Wow. I’m just going to relieve myself of duty to work on my tolerance for out-dated colloquialisms," Gotens suggested in realization of his actions.
Daniel’s face reformed as he realized Gotens had already escaped the Bridge. "He’s going to get it. Where did he go?"
"Captain, no! He’s just having anxiety because his host body is getting old," Armond explained whilst holding him back.
Wallace perked from one of the rear consoles. "Guys? I’m detecting an astray Starfleet long-range explorer in the next quadrant?"
"Finally, we can act on our duty to justify our over-poweredness," Daniel prepared, defiantly before being interrupted again.
Armond reported, "Hold on. There’s a message from Starfleet coming in on Priority One." Then, to explain the distance, "Well, you see, that residual cloud we previously encountered created an abnormal subspace uplink through our transwarp conduit."
"I wasn’t even going to question it," Kayl shrugged.
Daniel nodded. "Put it through to the Conference room. Senior officers, with me. BOB, you have the Bridge."
"But he’s just your Ferengi special counsellor?" Ensign Dan protested against all procedure.
BOB turned him. "How dare you? You’re relieved!"
"Do what he says, Ensign," the Captain ordered to a slumping and grumbling Ensign Dan.
---
Later, the senior staff assembled around the long table in the Conference room, listening to the voice message from Admiral Theseus.
"Phoenix-X, we are being threatened by an unknown, massive force. They plan to use a biological weapon upon Sol III, what only few now call Earth. Since the bulk of our fleets are engaged in high-stakes, orchestral Dominion battles, we are in dire need of your help. Our home forces are not enough against what appears to be some kind of multi-frequency ammunition that just penetrates our shields and infects many yellow shirts to death. You are our most over-powered, unrealistic vessel, so just use some of that nonsense against them. Prevent this weapon going off, or the Federation will be dissolved and open to anyone who wants it. Ugh! Could you imagine? The Ferengi or the Pakleds in charge? Anyway, for breakfast today, I had—"
Wallace tapped the screen off after the audio cut itself out. "That is all of the message. He may have continued talking, not even realizing the transmission stopped going through."
"Even with transwarp, it is unlikely we can get back in time," Kugo clarified.
Gotens turned. "What about risking ultra transwarp again?"
"Sirs, I must unfaithfully confess, since our last debacle with said universe-breaking mondo-piston, I have been secretly obsessed with correcting its Dawn Relic and inimical cloud aversions to the point of stabilizing our the coils for at least one more possible exaggerated flight," Kugo admitted, sheepishly.
Gotens slammed his fists into the table. "You were supposed to be developing flying cars! Oh, wait. That’s already a thing."
"So, barring any likely exploding, we should be able to do this," Kayl realized. "But what do we do when we get there?"
Daniel pondered. "I don’t know. We’ll just do whatever there is to stop them. Is there any way to compensate for the multi-frequency weapon they are using?"
"Based on the data from Starbase 55, I think so," Kugo added. "It will need a little tweaking but, with cloud modifications to multiphasic shields, they shouldn’t hurt us that much."
Daniel nodded. "Recruit any support you need. I want extraneous crew to report to the Cargo Bay and put on all the environmental suits we have. If we run out, put those people in the Messhall and erect a Level 10 forcefield."
"Doctor, be prepared for potential casualties. It looks like a biosafety hazard of levelling proportions," Gotens observed.
Captain Daniel held up a halting palm. "Don’t bother providing a suit for me. I am not susceptible to conventional diseases since I’m basically a liquid, metamorphic entity."
"That’s not entirely true," Lox countered. "In fact, if one were so inclined, a morphegenic virus could incubate within a Changeling matrix and infect said-entity every time they changed shape."
Daniel rolled his eyes. "And who would develop that? Section 31? Don’t be outrageous, Doctor. That’s not what I pay you for."
"Wait. He’s getting money?" Gotens blinked, jealous.
Red gritted his teeth. "Does this mean we can't investigate that Starfleet explorer Voyager in the next quadrant? At least send a message to reassure them of potential rescue?"
"No time. Let’s move, move, move!" Daniel ordered.
---
Soon, the massive alien, generational warship Gelomira slowly entered the Sol system, passing dead starship after dead fighter. Its alien commanders stood, impressed upon the Command Module of its large vessel.
"It appears their defences were spread more thin than we expected," tactical officer Towa observed. "Numbers notwithstanding, they stood no chance against our offense."
Commanding officer Captain Dowi eyed the wreckage, pleased. "See what happens when you go to war? You’re duly unprepared for a third, unrelated, random threat."
"They’re dead now. They can’t hear you, sir," the helmsmen Gonda explained seconds before the Phoenix-X dropped ultra transwarp in front of them, spinning in chaos before coming to a complete stop. "Whoa! Now there’s an auditory receivable audience."
---
On the Phoenix-X, everyone got themselves up off the floor as the view screen clicked on to a view of the giant Gelomira and its passing of the debris of their work.
"Let’s never do that again," Gotens suggested as he adjusted his environmental suit. "Also, why did grey, featureless, 3D heads of us pop up out of the interior conduit?"
Kugo got up. "Compensation for our inherent egos was the only way to allow transit."
"Alright. Let's focus on the enemy. Looks like they got several of our ships. Report!" Daniel ordered.
Kayl checked. "In addition to Federation attack fighters there are seven downed Starfleet starships— the Cedar, Blue Nose, Shark, Sun Light, Grolier, Bautista and Jenova."
"Life signs?"
Armond added his own scans. "A few, on each ship."
"I think it’s time we put our cloaking device to work. Lower shields, cloak the Phoenix-X and beam any survivors aboard using a masked transporter signature."
Gotens perked. "Well, I was wondering when we were going to break the law and defy the Treaty of Algeron. Much later than I imagined."
---
The Gelomira chugged its way passed Saturn as its operators pulled up their detection of the newly arrived enemy ship.
"Those idiots," Gonda elated. "Little do they know, we can still detect them even though they’re shrouded. It’s not the bravado they probably think it is."
Towa nodded. "I almost kind of want to tell them. Just to gloat, as per the increased excitement we have been building up to after all these years."
"We have been working so hard to get here, we can’t lose focus on our prejudicial end goal now," Dowi countered. "Ours is a people of endurance and intolerance. Two great combinable qualities. Now, let’s fire Bio Level 2!"
---
Soon, the rescue transports to the cloaked Phoenix-X were complete, with survivors beamed to the Cargo Bay and Messhall.
"We got everyone still alive," Armond reported. "Even the injured ones. Those rascals."
Daniel turned as the enemy giant began revving up in response. "They’re playing with us. Decloak and raise shields!"
"Brace for impact!" Gotens alerted as a green clould-like phaser was shot out from the Gelomira and onto the shields of the Phoenix-X. After a hefty rumble, the crew found themselves still standing. "Shields holding."
The Captain clenched his fist. "Yes! Good work, Kugo. But we can’t underestimate the overconfidence of this dreadnaught so quick. They allowed us to rescue our injured as a show of superiority."
"Are we a plaything? Like a Picard to a Q?" Gotens pondered.
---
The aliens on the Gelomira observed the failed results of their attack, unsure of how to take it.
"Captain! There is no effect?" Towa reported.
Gonda continued. "The multi-frequency pulse was blocked somehow. They appear to have Ontari Type-L shields."
"Impossible. Earth hasn't even encountered the Ontari. They are all the way in the Gamma Quadrant," Dowi ratified. "Perhaps there is an element of unexpectedness to be appreciated with these creatures. I don't like that. Just being honest."
---
On the Phoenix-X, in Main Engineering, a Level 10 force field also surrounded their section.
"How'd we sustain all that?" Ensign Gewdeque inquired. "According to my readings, systems should be going offline and biological organisms suffering diseases so bad, the EMH would be replicating himself to clean the fungus off the corridors."
Maxy added, "We're doing that anyway."
"To answer your question," Kugo continued as she worked. "I reinstalled that cloud residue from our reserves and incorporated the matter into our shield grid, giving us double—"
Gewdeque held up a halting palm. "Okay, okay! I didn't ask your life story."
"I believe I was being logical, per my mandated Vulcan expectations," Kugo added. "If I don't fill my daily quota, we get a call from High Command."
The other officer of French-Canadian descent turned away. "Not to mention our over-use of that cloud MacGuffin. Come on, Maxy. Let's go laugh at Billy because he had to take an environmental suit."
---
Meanwhile, the Gelomira projected its high-intensity scans as its command crew formulated more plans.
"Captain, if we fire a Bio Level 3, it should be enough to even infect that Changeling on the Bridge," Gonda suggested.
Dowi nodded. "A subtle uptick in aggression that depletes our reserves. But I simply must know how this Starfleet vessel is managing a shield composition like that of the Ontari. Hail them."
"This is Captain Daniel of the Starship Phoenix-X. You have disabled our vessels, killed many of our people in an act of war upon the Federation."
The other alien took him in. "Captain Dowi of the generational warship Gelomira. What is a Dominion Founder doing commanding a Federation starship? Is it why your vessel can sustain our attacks?"
"The two are not mutually exclusive! Deterrence is a result of the Phoenix-X’s inherent fanboy over-poweredness. It’s kind of our thing. The crew knows what’s up."
Dawi did a double-take. "How incredibly juvenile and canon-breaking! Do you have any clue as to how off-putting that is!?"
"Oh, is this where we have a delightful facilitation of your counter-hubris? I’m sorry, but redundancy should be hog-tied whenever encountered. You’re breaking up. Kkehhhh. Oh, no. We’re losing you. Kehhhhh!"
Noticing the comms cut out, Dowi gritted his teeth in anger as he rushed the transporter console. "Aarrggh! He thinks he can play me like that!?"
"Wait. What?" Daniel blinked, noticing he was suddenly beamed onto the Command Module of the Gelomira. "Not again! This happened to me twice already. Why couldn’t you get Commander Gotens?"
Gonda added. "Despite your anomalous shield grandeur, we have our own circumvental teleportation technology to expedite anatomical cross-examination."
"Exactly! You can also witness the destruction of your said-absurdity. I’m taking about the Phoenix-X. Towa, initiate Bio Level 3."
The screen displayed a thick green smoke feeding toward the Prometheus-class starship as it was suddenly slow to maneuver and return ineffective photon torpedoes. Daniel turned to Dowi and failed to turn his arm into large spike. "Ugh! This usually works."
"The Gelomira has a quantum stasis field that prevents beings like yourself the ability to change your biomolecular structure."
Daniel clenched his fist. "Fine. I don’t need a spike." He quickly jabbed for Dowi’s face, prompting the alien to block and punch back. Daniel and Dowi were then fast to exchange blocks and redirects of their wrists before both force-punching each other, sending each back a few feet. "Who are you? Why are you trying to exterminate the Earth?"
"A first step in destroying the Federation, of course," Dowi replied, smirking as he wiped purple blood from his lip. "We are a small race called the Trozonians. We’ve been traveling from our home planet to here for 248 years now."
The Changeling did his own double-take. "If you’re from so far away, how did you even know about the Federation?"
"From our ancient, holy scriptures, nearly 6000 years old. According to them, in the future, the Federation will eventually take over Trozonia."
Gonda added, "Take your invasion of the Chin’toka system, for example. Pure example of boisterous conquest."
"Territorial annexation is a Dominion war leg piece! Cardassia’s next, by the way. Just you wait and see," Daniel reassured. "Besides, you want a widespread force of civilization takers? The Borg would more fit that collocation."
Dowi shook his head. "According to our scriptures, the Borg will be eventually destroyed. As for the Federation, they are known to conquest through the veil of peace. Peace leads to territorial retention and retention leads to unilateral authority."
"Ugh. What? This is why I shame anyone with religion."
---
As the continual feed of the green Bio Level 3 gas was funnelled toward the Phoenix-X, its Bridge was completing checks on the rescued survivors.
"Is everyone okay? I hope nobody is hurt," Armond called through internal comms. "Especially anyone classified as a rascal."
Tong replied from the lower decks. "Aye, sir. None of the survivors are sick. Some are doing Irish jigs?"
"Fascinating. Perhaps the lower level gas attack wasn’t enough to effect anyone," Gotens surmised. "I think we can all rest easy now. Except for the Captain being kidnapped part. But that happens all the time."
Wallace turned from one of the rear consoles. "You might want to hold on those jigs, Commander. The Gelomira just emitted a gaseus attack akin to Biosafety level 3 on the pathogen scale."
"Aw snap!" Gotens replied noticing the heavy seeping through the shields and hull, prompting the crew to get to work. "Scan it! Find a way to neutralize it!"
Kayl swiftly initiated her investigation, reading through her preliminary data. "It seems to have a pinpointed frequency pulse. Like, its effects are meant to be targeted?"
"Aaaarrrggh!!" came the sudden cry from Armond.
Then, still on comms, Tong carried on with an, "Aaaahhh!"
"AAAagggh!" Kayl elucidated as she fell to the floor in suffering, like many others.
Red and Gotens noticed they all still had their environmental suits on. Red commented, "Very odd. Although I am a Klingon, reluctant to pursue intellectual initiatives, I will hesitantly assist in any way I can."
---
On the Gelomira, Daniel takes notice of the cries within internal comm traffic of the Phoenix-X being monitored.
"What the hell did you do? Something reprehensible? This is highly unbecoming of a bad guy!" he critisized.
Dowi shook his head. "Our weapon is a concoction of genius and specificity in that all your humans will go under two hours of excruciating pain before it really starts killing them."
"You built a xenophobic, genocidal weapon, callously discarding the decency of your enemy? You sick, son of a—" Daniel began whilst speeding forward with a launching arm.
The leader blocked and redirected in enjoyment of the provoking exchange. "—Uh, uh, uh. You’re supposed to represent your benevolent Federation of encompassers, aren’t you? Let it be known your people loses their cool before we Trozonians."
---
On the Phoenix-X, Kugo witnessed the human officers in Engineering, struggling, and Captain Iviok entered the Bridge to see how he could help.
"Red, your temporary intellectual initiatives were helpful but, in turnabout, I require your inherent Klingon fighting capabilities," Gotens iterated.
The helmsmen breathed an immediate sigh of relief, "Oh, thank the gods we killed."
"Captain Iviok of the U.S.S. Jenova," the Andorian interrupted. "I’m here to help and contrast command styles."
Gotens did a double-take. "Ah! Captain? I didn’t see you there. I wasn’t ignoring you for that probe aesthetics disagreement we had during my previous host, ten years ago."
"Wait a second. That was you!?"
Gotens held up a palm. "No time. Red and I have helmsmenally determined that some distance from the Gelomira may ease the humans on our ship. I want you to take the Phoenix-X away from here after my team and I transport to the enemy vessel."
"Kugo to Bridge. After some study, the EMH and I may have a method of eradicating the bio infection from the ship and humans by modifying the electromagnetic properties that emanate from the cloaking device."
The Commander snapped in success. "I knew that illegal thing would come in handy! Get to work. In the meantime, I want Red, BOB and Ensign Dan with me."
"I’m a pacifist Ferengi. You expect me to fight?" BOB inquired.
Gotens shook his head. "Well, do a dance, tell a story, I don’t care. Just give us a few seconds of a funny quip about Borg creams!"
---
On the Command Module of the Gelomira, Daniel and Dowi exchanged quick punches and kicks with the latter enjoying himself.
"It has been quite some time, but our ancestors used to train with Jem’Hadar," the Trozonian admitted. "We pass the experience on through our genes so I have been dying to try mine out."
Daniel stopped. "Knowledge transference through generations? Actually, that’s impressive." But, before he could continue, he saw Gotens, BOB, Holo and Ensign Dan beam onto the Bridge with him.
"It seems your own shields are not blockable to incoming Starfleet standard transporters," Red observed of the Trozonians.
Dowi guffawed. "Whatever! I can simply fill this room with a Bio Level Mini that will make your insides curl. Even the Changeling would involuntarily form its own stomach for curling purposes."
"I’m willing to bet that would mean going through the trouble of configuring it for Trill, Bajorans, Ferengi, Klingons and more," Gotens pointed out.
Getting to work, Dowi and his crew quickly huddled into their consoles in pure generational reverie. "Yes! Yes!! We are geniuses of propagative power!"
"So, your weakness is that it takes a long time for you guys to do things?" Gotens blinked, sharing a shocked look with Daniel. Gotens then easily phasered Gonda and Towa unconscious and Daniel punched out Dowi.
---
Meanwhile, the Phoenix-X sped through warp on its way to Starbase 55. The EMH was on the Bridge with Kugo.
"Ugggghh," Armond cried. "My everythinggggg!"
The EMH turned, confused. "We tried anesthezine, inaprovaline, hytritium and both osmotic and Ceti eels hopped up on cordrazine??"
"Doctor, are you still wearing the old uniform? Do they just keep you on all the time?" Iviok inquired.
Kugo was busy at the rear engineering console. "Lox utilizes him as a foot support when physically extracting large parasites from crew. But, in the now case, his auto-decodification of Kayl’s data allows us to finesse the cloaking device in a way that will neutralize the Bio Level 3 effects."
"Thank you, Doctor," Iviok said.
The EMH replied, nonchalantly, "Oh, I’m not a Doctor anymore. Kugo’s automated process deleted those subroutines."
---
On the Gelomira, as it slowly continued to chug along, three slightly younger Trozonian protégés entered the Command Module to take over.
"What the—?? You look just like them!" Gotens double-take’d.
Diwi took the command controls amidst all the shock. "Anytime anyone is neutralized, the next generation takes over. My own genetic subordinates are training for me as we speak."
"Can you at least explain how the Federation ended up in your scriptures 6000 years ago?" Daniel demanded.
Ginda took the helm. "Can you explain why your holy books had what they had? Despite our long-term memories, the literary suture of parables, predictions and commandments have escaped our linear tapestry but levelled no meaning less than their divine petitions."
"So, you just believe stuff because the documentation exists??" Daniel countered before Diwi suddenly beamed him out into cold space.
Quickly, Gotens phasered Diwi to the floor as Red took down Tiwa and BOB locked the door so that no more replacements could re-enter the Command Module. "Perhaps we should have not believed in taking our time?" BOB critisized.
"That can be faith-tested," Ginda added as he quickly initiated a ship-wide automation from his console.
The computer then announced, "Judgment Launch Countdown in 10 minutes. Setting: Bio Level 4."
Meanwhile, Daniel found himself floating out in the cold, void as he noticed the Gelomira revving up. "Daniel to Away Team. You’re lucky we configured my voice to travel through comms in the vacuum of space."
On the Command Module, Ensign Dan took action by phasering Ginda unconscious. "Don’t worry, Captain. I did my part and took care of the doomsday launching guy."
"What the hell, man?" Gotens slapped the Ensign’s phaser down. "He’s the only one who could’ve stopped the countdown. If he was understanding. You’re relieved!"
Pouting, Ensign Dan stomped off to a corner. "Uh! And on an away mission too?"
"BOB, see if you can beam the Captain back. Red, by my calculations, the crew should be good now. Reach out to the Phoenix-X and get them to return for us," Gotens ordered to an agreeable crew as he went over to examine the Gelomira ship layout. "As for this vessel, it looks like the Tactical Module is separate from the Environmental Superstructure where everyone lives."
Meanwhile, as Daniel shapeshifted into a Melowinan space bird, he was suddenly beamed back onto the Bridge in his new interstellar avian form.
"What in the world? BOB! Explanation."
The Ferengi blinked and replied, "None, sir?" as Ensign Dan was laughing and before Daniel turned back into his humanoid form. "It seems that the bird was the Captain."
"I know that now!" Gotens countered to a confused Daniel reading the on-screen countdown. "One of the Trozonians activated a slow launch of Bio Level 4: Their doomsday attack."
Daniel checked the locked out helm controls to no avail. "One of those?? Ugh. Why are we always combating over-the-top, life-ending stakes. For once, could we just do an arts and crafts contest? Just once?"
---
Elsewhere, the Phoenix-X dropped warp as the crew began to come back to their senses.
"I’m getting reports that the human officers all over the ship are recovering," the EMH revealed seconds before Doctor Lox entered the Bridge and shot him a menacing glare. "Aaaand, now I’m on corridor fungus duty."
Just then, the computer chimed in with an alert chirp and, "Incoming message from enemy vessel."
"Ah! Who said that? Oh, right. The computer is like an invisible crew-woman. Almost artificial in intellect, if one were," Iviok observed. "Computer, put it through."
Red’s voice blurted over air. "Captain Iviok. The stakes here have expectantly been raised. You must return to us at once or, in five minutes, we will all die without honor."
"Are you serious? Computer, if we turn back now, how long would it take to get back at maximum warp?" Iviok queried.
The voice replied, "One hour. Recommend alternative method: transwarp."
"What? That’s a thing? Well, if you think that works. Plot a return course and engage transwarp? I guess?"
He unceremoniously fell back into the command chair as the Phoenix-X rotated in space and stretched into conduit travel. A minute later, it dropped transwarp next to the Gelomira as it was approaching Earth.
"Who do you think you are taking command of my ship?" Captain Daniel criticized as he and the others were beamed onto the Bridge. "Your intense, militaristic Andorian demeanour has no place in a high-pressure command-based tactical situation."
Iviok blinked. "That’s exactly where those things are belong! The Federation benefits on the strengths of diverse species."
"Oh. True. Something the Trozonian xenophobic blitzkrieg fails to contend," Daniel realized as more humans re-entered the Bridge to get to work. "Armond, I want you to transport all enemy Bridge crew sets from the Command Module to our Brig."
Gotens joined Red at a rear monitor. "Captain, additionally, we’re unable to effect the Bio Level 4 countdown. Conclusion: Stopping it is not possible and it’s likely detonation would poison the Earth indefinitely."
"During the Dominion War? You know that would mess with canon!" Daniel argued before turning to look at it on the view screen. "Like the Earth, we can’t allow their transshipmental civilization to perish in our restless retaliation."
Red noticed. "Our handle on their controls may not cease nor modify doom, but a graviton pulse would trigger the mechanism to separate the Environmental Superstructure. A likely failsafe on their part to save their population."
"Like a pregnant Galaxy-class retaining the kids they shouldn’t have crewed! Make that so. Wallace, once they’re clear, I want you to fire everything we’ve got at the front tactical half of the Gelomira," Daniel ordered before said officer did just that and the Phoenix-X launched photon torpedoes and phaser beams into the fortified hull of an unresponsive Trozonian partition. "So, we’re out of quantums and tricobalts then?"
Wallace shrugged. "The Dominion War has had us in battle over recommended Jem’Hadar thresholds."
"How about if we warp bubble that monstrosity into the Sol star?" Gotens offered. "You know, that thing they call the sun, even though that’s a general term every star system uses?"
Daniel nodded and replied, "That would be a great make it so!" seconds before the Phoenix-X struggled to generate a harmonized field next to said now-separated Tactical Module. "Damn you, Picard. Your catch phrases do nothing!"
"We’re running out of time," Kayl interrupted. "The Gelomira is set to expulse its attack upon Earth in three minutes."
Gotens snapped his fingers. "That uncalled-for swell of suspense just reminded me we could split the Phoenix-X into its three vectors and balance the warp field across the entire Module."
"Brilliant," Daniel lit up. "Remind me, Commander, to promote you after all this. Wait. That would mean my job. I’ll just get you a coffee."
Quickly, Iviok watched in amazement as the Phoenix-X split into three vectors with Vector Alpha generating the warp bubble and Vector’s Beta and Gamma balancing it in formation around the gas-emitting Tactical Module of the Gelomira.
"Wow. I want one of these," Iviok said to himself, genuinely impressed at the perpetual, chimerical achievements of the Phoenix-X. "I mean, if one were to want something of said tactical ridiculousness."
The other two Phoenix-X vectors locked tractor beams seconds before all four entities warp-jumped right up to the Sol star and dropped the Bio Level 4 igniting Tactical Module into the massive corona.
"All vectors, escape! Engage!" Daniel ordered as the Phoenix-X sections warped back to Earth and recombined.
Gotens re-entered the Bridge with a shared sigh of relief. "The module is destroyed. The danger is over. Hopefully, the surviving Trozonians will learn a thing or two from our collective ingenuity. I’ll prepare immediate battle records for their review."
"Well done, crew. As per usual, and not including said record sharing, your achievements on this classified vessel will be scrubbed and forgotten within the Federation as will likely be the events here too," Daniel reassured. "Generations, in our case, will not be blindly acquiesced but, rather, traditionally shared through agnostic cooperation."
Iviok’s shoulder was then slapped in camaraderie by Daniel upon Iviok’s ultimate fanboy realization. The Andorian looked, wide-eyed. "That was the greatest ride ever."