Destiny_ Lost Souls Part 3

Starfleet's reports to the Palais de la Concorde grew worse with each pa.s.sing hour, and President Nanietta Bacco had tired of reading them. She winced as her intercom buzzed, and her elderly Vulcan executive a.s.sistant, Sivak, announced, "Admiral Akaar is here to deliver your midday briefing, Madam President." Bacco was about to concoct an excuse to send the admiral away when Sivak added, "Ms. Piniero and Seven of Nine are with him."

She sighed. "Send them in."

Bacco got up from her chair and turned around to look out the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the Tour Eiffel gleamed in the afternoon sunlight above the sprawl of Paris. Wispy clouds raced low along the horizon in the distance.

She pressed a padd on her desk to tint the window against the glare. As the electrochemical shade descended between her and the City of Light, the moment felt to Bacco as if it might be a tragically prophetic omen of the hours to come.

One of the doors behind her opened. It took all of her resolve to turn back and face her visitors, who she knew came bearing bad tidings. Leading them in was Bacco's chief of staff, Esperanza Piniero, whose black hair and olive complexion contrasted with those of the two people who were following her.

Starfleet's liaison to the Federation president, Fleet Admiral Leonard James Akaar, was a tall, barrel-chested, and broad-shouldered man of Capellan birth. His pale gray hair fell in long natural waves on either side of his weathered face.

Beside him was Seven of Nine. She was fair-skinned and blond. Her striking good looks were marred by the presence of residual grafts of silvery gray metallic Borg technology on her left hand and eyebrow.

Seven, whose name had been Annika Hansen before her early childhood a.s.similation by the Borg, had been liberated from the Collective by the crew of the Stars.h.i.+p Voyager during their long journey home from the Delta Quadrant. Now she was Bacco's top security adviser on all matters concerning the Borg.

"Good afternoon, Madam President," Akaar said, resembling a talking bronze statue in the honeyed light of her shaded window.

"Admiral," Bacco said with a polite nod. She offered one as well to her security adviser. "Seven."

Piniero feigned offense. "No greeting for me?"

"I see you all day, every day," Bacco grumped.

Before Piniero could continue their verbal volley, Admiral Akaar interrupted, "Madam President, we have important news."

"None of it good, I'm sure," Bacco said, easing herself back into her chair. She made a rolling motion with her hand. "Continue, Admiral."

A despairing frown darkened his expression. "The Borg are moving even faster than we could have imagined," he said.

Seven added, "They likely a.s.similated new propulsion technologies while replenis.h.i.+ng their strength."

Bacco asked, "How fast are they moving, Admiral?"

"We have confirmed attacks on Yridia, Hyralan, and Celes," he said. "We project the Borg will siege Regulus in two hours, Deneva in three, Qo'noS in five. At this rate, they are only nine hours from Vulcan and Andor and twelve hours from Earth. By tomorrow, they will be able to hit Trill, Betazed, Bajor, and dozens of other worlds. Most of our simulations suggest the collapse of the Federation in ten days, and the fall of most of our neighbors in local s.p.a.ce within a month."

Bacco let her head fall forward into her hands. "Dear G.o.d."

Piniero pushed her fingers through her hair, back over her scalp. "We have to evacuate those worlds," she said. "Now."

"Actually, Madam President," Akaar interjected, "that will not be feasible. It would entail trying to move tens of billions of people in a matter of hours."

Seven added, "It would be a futile effort. Any s.h.i.+ps that fled those worlds would be hunted down by the Borg."

The ex-drone's calm certainty only inflamed Piniero's anger. "So? Should we just tell our people to sit quietly and wait for the end to come? What kind of plan is that?"

Akaar's shoulders slumped. "I agree in principle, Ms. Piniero. But we no longer have enough s.h.i.+ps at our disposal for an evacuation effort. All civilian s.h.i.+ps that are able to flee have already done so, and all armed vessels and their crews have been pressed into service for core-systems defense."

Bacco lifted her head and said to Akaar, "How many lives have we lost so far, Admiral?"

"Ma'am?"

"How many civilian lives, Admiral?" She hardened her anger to hold her despair at bay. "Do we even know?"

The admiral looked ashamed. "We have estimates."

"How many?"

He asked, "Since the first Borg attack?"

"Yes," Bacco said. "Since the beginning."

"Including non-Federation worlds...approximately thirty billion."

It was too vast a number for Bacco to grasp. Thirty billion was too large even to be a statistic; it was an abstraction of death writ on a cosmic scale. "Can Starfleet muster enough s.h.i.+ps to intercept the Borg armada?"

"It is not that simple, Madam President," Akaar said. "There are no isolated thrusts of enemy forces to intercept. The Borg have dispersed on thousands of vectors across known s.p.a.ce. We had organized Starfleet's defenses to s.h.i.+eld the core systems. Unfortunately, the Borg have committed enough s.h.i.+ps to attack all our worlds at once." He cast his eyes downward. "I regret to say we have no defensive plan for that scenario."

Fixing her weary glare on Seven, Bacco said, "Care to offer any strategic or tactical advice?"

"Our options are limited," Seven said. "I have been unable to help Starfleet pinpoint which cube is carrying the Borg Queen, which limits our ability to launch a surgical counterstrike. Fortunately, none of the s.h.i.+ps in the Borg armada has displayed any of the absorptive properties of the giant cube we faced last year. That suggests the Enterprise's mission to stop the a.s.similated vessel Einstein was a success."

Piniero threw a sour look at Seven. "Good thing," she said. "Otherwise, the Borg might have presented a threat." The snide remark drew a stare of cold fire from Seven.

Bacco frowned at Akaar. "Admiral, do you have any news to report besides the end of the Federation as we know it?"

"Yes, Madam President," he replied. "We have reestablished contact with the Enterprise and the Aventine. They were in the Delta Quadrant on a recon mission when the Borg armada attacked. They've returned and report that all subs.p.a.ce pa.s.sages have been collapsed. Admiral Jellico is cutting them new orders now."

At that news, Bacco leaned forward. "Can you pa.s.s along a message for me to Captain Picard?"

"Of course, Madam President."

"Tell him that if he has any idea how to stop the Borg, no matter what he has to do, he has my unqualified authority to do it. If he has to toss Starfleet regulations and Federation law out an airlock, so be it. If we're still here when the dust settles, he can count on full pardons for himself and his crew, no questions asked. The same goes for anyone working with him. Is that clear, Admiral?"

Akaar nodded once. "Exceptionally clear, Madam President."

"Then let's all hope Picard has one more miracle up his sleeve. Because G.o.d knows we need it."

6.

"The truth, Captains, is that Starfleet no longer has a plan."

Picard didn't remember Edward Jellico looking so old. In the scant months since Jellico had ascended to Starfleet's top flag office, he seemed to have aged a decade. His already white hair had thinned, and the lines in his face had deepened into gorges carved by the never-ending anxieties of command. More alarming to Picard was that he sympathized with how he imagined Jellico must feel. Standing in the ready room of a captain less than half his years, Picard felt like a relic of a bygone age.

Captain Dax replied, "Admiral, are you saying that Starfleet has no new orders for us?"

"Not unless one of you has a bright idea," Jellico said.

The two captains traded apprehensive looks across Dax's desk. Picard looked back at Jellico's visage on the monitor and said, "We're still weighing our options."

Dax interjected, "Should we set a course for Earth, sir?"

Jellico shook his head. "You won't make it in time. You're four days away. The Borg'll be here in twelve hours."

"Actually, sir," Dax said, "my chief engineer tells me she can bring our prototype slipstream drive online within a few hours. There's a chance we could beat the Borg to Earth."

Holding up one hand, Jellico replied, "One more s.h.i.+p won't turn the tide, Captain. We're past that now."

Picard tried to mask his profound frustration, but hints of it slipped into his tone all the same. "Admiral, certainly Starfleet hasn't conceded the war already?"

"Of course not, Jean-Luc. We've distributed the schematics for the transphasic torpedo to all s.h.i.+ps and starbases, and we've given it to the Klingon Defense Force." Dax glanced nervously at Picard as Jellico continued, "It might be too little too late, but we're not going down without a fight."

"Admiral," Dax said, "isn't it dangerous to send those schematics via subs.p.a.ce with so many Borg s.h.i.+ps in the region? What if they've intercepted and decoded them?"

A frown thinned Jellico's lips almost to the point of making them vanish.

"It was a calculated risk," he confessed. "It's not what I wanted to do or the way I wanted to do it...but at this point, not doing it is tantamount to surrender. I gave the order to override Admiral Nechayev's security directive. If it turns out to be the wrong call, there's no one to blame but me."

Hearing such humility from Jellico surprised Picard. He didn't know whether it was because Jellico, having reached the top of the Starfleet career ladder, had finally relaxed or because crisis brought out the most human facets of his persona.

"Admiral," he said, "with your permission, I'd like to take the Enterprise and the Aventine back into the nebula to search for survivors from the expeditionary group. We've confirmed that half of Voyager's crew is still alive; there may be others."

Jellico nodded. "By all means, Captain. Proceed at your discretion. But make certain you have an exit strategy."

Again, the admiral's pessimistic turn of phrase captured Picard's attention. "An exit strategy?"

"Jean-Luc, if Earth falls..." Jellico choked on his words for a moment, and then he continued, "If Earth falls, the war's pretty much over. The fighting might go on for a few more weeks, but the Federation as we know it will be gone. If it comes to that, take your s.h.i.+p and anyone you can carry, and try to get to safety. Don't launch some quixotic mission to liberate the Federation, because there'll be nothing left. Just save your s.h.i.+p and your crew." A melancholy gloom settled in his eyes. "Don't die for a lost cause, Jean-Luc."

Then he blinked away the sentiment and added, "Wish us luck, Captains. G.o.dspeed to you both. Starfleet Command out."

The Federation emblem replaced Jellico's face on the desktop monitor. Dax deactivated the screen and sighed. "Nothing like a pep talk from headquarters to boost morale." She stood and turned to her replicator. "I'm having a raktajino. Can I get you something?"

"Tea, Earl Grey, hot," Picard said.

She turned to the replicator and said, "Raktajino, hot and sweet, and an Earl Grey tea, hot." The drinks formed in a whorl of golden light and white noise. When the machine had finished, she took the drinks from the nook and handed the tea to Picard.

He took a sip and savored the bitter flavor. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said, easing back into her chair and taking a sip of her caffeinated Klingon beverage. "Sorry to hear about your ready room."

"Not as sorry as I am," Picard said. He enjoyed another sip of his tea, then added, "We should set course back to the nebula as soon as possible."

Dax said, "All right, but I don't think we're going to find many survivors beyond the Voyager crew."

"Perhaps not," Picard murmured, even as he was distracted by an awareness of something new-something different-s.h.i.+ning in his thoughts like a beacon in the darkness of mere being. "But we need to get under way, soon. There's something there, and I need to know what it is."

Slowly shaking her head, Dax replied, "If you say so. I just hate feeling like we're running for cover when everyone else is fighting for their lives."

"Running for cover?" Picard said.

She called up a short-range starmap overlaid with tactical data about the Borg armada's deployment into the surrounding sectors. Pointing at the Azure Nebula, Dax said, "It's the eye of the storm, Jean-Luc. All Borg s.h.i.+ps are moving away from it. It's the safest spot in known s.p.a.ce."

He studied the star chart and nodded. "Indeed. Which makes it the ideal location from which to plan our next move."

"I wasn't aware that we had a next move," Dax said.

The sense that something was drawing him back to the nebula intensified. "We don't-at least, not yet. But I have a feeling that's about to change."

7.

Walking through darkened corridors, Riker felt like a shade haunting his own s.h.i.+p. Two hours after returning to Federation s.p.a.ce, most of t.i.tan was still without main power. The bridge and the main computer were back online, but little else was.

He turned a corner into a small stampede of pressure-suited bodies and was forced to step clear of the team of damage-control engineers, who were quick-timing it to their next crisis du jour. All the way down from the bridge, from deck to deck and from one emergency ladder to another, Riker had seen similar frantic scrambles of activity by the s.h.i.+p's engineers.

They're earning their pay today, he mused.

"Ra-Havreii to Captain Riker," said the chief engineer, the richness of his voice flattened by being filtered through Riker's combadge.

Riker stepped to the side of the pa.s.sage and stopped. "Good to hear your voice. Are all comms back up?"

"No, sir," Ra-Havreii replied. "I'm talking to you from the shuttlecraft Gillespie. We're currently routing all s.h.i.+pboard comms through the shuttles' transceivers."

"Good thinking," Riker said. "Can we use them to get a signal to Starfleet Command?"

Ra-Havreii said, "Not yet, but soon. I'm interplexing their comm systems now to boost their range. I expect to have it ready in a few minutes. But that's not why I hailed you, sir."

Stepping down a short, dead-end side pa.s.sage for a bit of additional privacy, Riker said, "What's on your mind?"

"We have some fairly systemic damage in a number of critical areas, Captain," Ra-Havreii said. "Without main power, we can't replicate new parts-but without replacement parts, we can't restore main power. So I need your permission to acquire the necessary components, sir."