Episode 14 - Datalore

Stardate: 41242.6

Earth Standard Date: March 29, 2364.

Location: USS Enterprise-D

Tyson had found himself somewhat out of the loop, aware only that they had delivered the much-needed vaccines to Styris IV before departing with unusual haste. He couldn't be certain whether this quick exit was due to another pressing mission or some quarantine protocol. Days passed in a blur of stars, and then, without warning, the Enterprise dropped out of warp, settling into orbit around a desolate-looking world. From viewports, he had seen the planet below. Its surface was a patchwork of harsh, craggy peaks and barren plains, devoid of any hint of vegetation or water. A thick, ominous atmosphere shrouded the world, making it difficult to discern any details on the surface. The absence of city lights or any sign of civilization only added to the planet's foreboding aura. For a time, the Enterprise had maintained its orbit but eventually departed.

Tyson was once again within Thirteen Forward, continuing his reading and studies when the ship's alert status changed to yellow. Crew members streamed out of the lounge, their training kicking in as they prepared for potential danger.

Tyson approached the windows, his eyes scanning the star-studded blackness of space. His questions were answered as the ship's alert status escalated to red with terrifying suddenness. Klaxons blared throughout the ship, the lighting now pulsing an urgent crimson. And approaching in the distance, came a sight that made his blood run cold.

A massive crystalline structure approached, dwarfing the Enterprise with its sheer size. Its faceted surface caught and reflected the light of distant stars, creating a dazzling and terrifying display.

"The Crystalline Entity," he breathed.

Around him, the other occupants of Thirteen Forward reacted with a mix of awe and fear. Some pressed closer to the windows, unable to tear their eyes away from the cosmic horror that approached. Others backed away as if distance from the viewports might somehow protect them.

Tyson went over his meta-knowledge about the Crystalline Entity. It was a massive space-dwelling lifeform capable of stripping entire planets. Its crystalline structure made it resistant to conventional weapons, and its ability to travel at warp speeds made it a terror.

As the Entity drew closer, its size became even more apparent. Next to it, the Enterprise, the largest and most powerful ship in Starfleet, seemed no more significant than a fly.

Tyson could feel the fear radiating from the crew around him. Through his empathy, their emotions were a palpable force in the confined space of the lounge.

"Attention all hands," Captain Picard's voice cut through the tension, calm and authoritative despite the dire situation. "We have encountered a potentially hostile entity. All non-essential personnel are to report to their assigned emergency stations immediately."

The red alert continued to blare as Tyson headed to the turbolift.

The doors hissed open, revealing a scene that gave Tyson pause. Commander Data stood in the center of the lift, his usually impassive face betraying a hint of something... off. At his feet lay the crumpled form of Lieutenant Worf, the Klingon security chief unconscious and vulnerable.

In that instant, Tyson realized what was happening. He cursed inwardly as he realized the full scope of the situation.

This 'episode' wasn't really about the Crystalline Entity.

It was about Lore, Data's 'evil twin.'

The android's first appearance had coincided with the Entity's arrival, a detail Tyson had forgotten. He remembered them individually but had forgotten that they appeared in the same episode.

Forcing a casual posture he didn't feel, Tyson quipped, "Commander, shouldn't sparring be reserved for the holodeck or designated training sessions?" His tone was light, but his body tensed, ready for action.

The android's reply was smooth, almost too perfect in its imitation of Data's mannerisms. "The lieutenant hit his head in the turbolift and lost consciousness. Please assist me in delivering him to sickbay."

Even without his meta-knowledge of the situation, the trap was glaringly obvious. Data was more than strong enough to carry Worf himself. This android, Lore, was trying to bluff him, and doing a poor job.

Despite knowing it was a trap, Tyson moved to assist. He played along, at least for a moment.

As he stepped into the turbolift, Lore didn't hesitate.

Once Tyson was in range, the android abandoned all pretense of discussion and deception. He lunged forward. But Tyson was ready.

Having seen through the android's ploy, Tyson had assumed a defensive posture even before Lore's attack landed. As the android's fist whistled through the air, Tyson ducked and pivoted, using Lore's momentum against him.

The android's fist slammed into the turbolift wall where Tyson's head had been a split second before. The impact left a sizable dent in the metal, a chilling reminder of the strength Tyson was up against.

Tyson spun away, putting as much distance between himself and Lore as the confined space of the turbolift would allow. His mind raced, calculating odds and possibilities. He knew he couldn't overpower Lore in a straight fight; the android's strength and speed were far beyond his Augment limits. But Tyson had a few tricks that Lore couldn't anticipate.

"You're not Data," Tyson said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Lore, I presume?"

The android's face twisted into a sneer, all pretense of being Data abandoned. "Not so clever, human," Lore spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "If you knew, you should have run when you had the chance."

Tyson's eyes darted to Worf's unconscious form, then back to Lore. He needed to find a way to help. But first, he had to survive this encounter.

"What's your game, Lore?" Tyson asked, buying time as he inched towards the turbolift controls. "Working with the Crystalline Entity?"

Lore's eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "You know more than you should. I wonder how..."

Tyson's hand shot out towards the controls, a last-ditch effort to alert the crew. But Lore's inhuman reflexes proved too quick. The android's hand clamped around Tyson's wrist with crushing force, the servos in his artificial muscles whirring with the effort. In that instant of contact, Tyson's Gray Goo Suit reacted. The nanobots comprising the suit shifted and hardened, transforming into a layer of Durasteel around Tyson's arm.

"Nice try," Lore hissed, his face mere inches from Tyson's.

As Lore pulled back his free hand, clearly intending to deliver a knockout blow, Tyson knew he was out of conventional options. With no other choice, he reached deep within himself, calling upon the mystical energy of the Force. It flowed through him, filling every cell of his body with power.

He lashed out with a Force-enhanced punch. The impact was thunderous in the confined space of the turbolift. Lore, caught completely off guard by the supernatural strength behind the blow, was launched across the lift. He slammed into the opposite wall with enough force to dent the duranium plating.

The android's grip on Tyson's wrist broke as he flew backward. Lore hit the floor but rose back to his feet, his programming already analyzing and adjusting to this unexpected development. Tilting his head, he reassessed his opponent with a dangerous glint in his artificial eyes.

Tyson knew he couldn't afford to give Lore time to adjust. He pulled out his Access Key, holding it to the turbolift panel. The turbolift doors opened to reveal not the corridor of the Enterprise, but the antechamber of his Personal Reality.

Tyson dashed into his Warehouse. Lore followed close behind.

But Tyson just wanted to create some space. He stopped abruptly then pivoted to face his pursuer. Lore anticipated another physical attack and tensed for combat. What happened next, however, was beyond anything in his database. Tyson raised his hand towards Lore, calling upon both the Force. Suddenly, Lore found himself lifted off the ground, his limbs flailing uselessly as he floated helplessly in mid-air.

"What... what is this?" Lore demanded in anger and genuine confusion. "How are you doing this?"

Tyson maintained his telekinetic grip on the android. "Let's just say I'm full of surprises," he replied.

Lore's eyes narrowed, trying to find a way out of this unexpected predicament. "You're making a mistake," he spat. "You have no idea what you're dealing with."

Tyson's grip on the Force tightened, causing Lore to rise a few inches higher. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," he countered. "The question is, do you?"

With Lore suspended helplessly in his telekinetic grip, Tyson returned to the turbolift, its doors still open to the antechamber of his Personal Reality. The android's eyes darted back and forth, searching for any weakness in Tyson's control, but finding none.

Tyson's gaze fell on the unconscious form of Lieutenant Worf, still crumpled in the corner of the turbolift. With his free arm, Tyson hefted the Klingon's substantial weight. Half-carrying, half-dragging the security chief, Tyson made his way to the Medical Bay. He gently placed Worf on one of the biobeds, which sprang to life immediately. Holographic displays flickered into existence, detailing the Klingon's injuries and beginning the healing process.

Satisfied that Worf was in good hands, Tyson returned to the turbolift, Lore still held firmly in his telekinetic grasp. The android's face was a mask of barely contained rage, his artificial muscles straining against the invisible force that held him.

Once inside the turbolift, Tyson tapped the comm panel, his voice steady as he spoke. "Tyson to Commander Riker."

After a moment Riker's voice came through, tense and alert. "Go ahead, Tyson."

"Sorry to bother you, commander, I'm unfamiliar with protocols in this situation and didn't know if it was appropriate to contact the captain. Anyway. I found Lieutenant Worf in the turbolift getting beat up by Commander Data."

Riker's response was immediate and sharp. "That's not Commander Data, Tyson. It's an android named Lore. He's extremely dangerous."

Tyson's eyes met Lore's. "Right. So I've got Lieutenant Worf in my Medical Bay recovering..." He paused, weighing his next words carefully. "Do I have your permission to use lethal force should I encounter Lore?"

The silence that followed was heavy with implication. Finally, Riker's voice came through, each word measured and deliberate. "If you cannot disable Lore, should you encounter him, you have our permission to defend yourself as needed."

Tyson looked pointedly at the helplessly floating Lore, who remained silent.

"Understood, Commander," Tyson replied.

As the comm channel closed, Tyson turned his full attention to Lore. The android hung suspended in the air, his limbs spread eagle, held in place by Tyson's telekinetic grip. The red alert klaxons blared in the background until Tyson closed the door from his Personal Reality into the turbolift.

"Well, Lore," Tyson said, "it seems we have some things to discuss. And I suggest you be very, very cooperative."

Lore's artificial eyes narrowed, a sneer twisting his features. "You think you've won, don't you?"

Tyson's grip on the Force tightened, causing Lore to wince. "On the contrary," Tyson replied, "I know I've won."

"Let me break this down for you," Tyson said, his tone carrying the weight of someone holding all the cards. "You heard Commander Riker. I got the go-ahead to destroy you if necessary. Right now, we're inside a pocket dimension under my control. There is no escape; only those I willingly bid can enter or leave this place. The Enterprise crew would never know what occurred here."

Lore's face contorted in rage and disbelief, but Tyson continued undeterred. "Unlike how Data is an asset to Starfleet, you, Lore, are a liability. I frankly don't even know why I'm talking to you. I don't need you. Sure, I could use you. Yet, I can't trust you."

Tyson's eyes narrowed, as he made his decision. "So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to study you until I understand how Soong-type androids work, and I'm going to wipe your personality and programming... because like I said, you're a liability and I can't trust you."

Lore's artificial features twisted into a sneer, his voice dripping with disdain. "You can try. You won't be able to access my programming or hack me, you simpleton."

A chuckle escaped Tyson's lips. "Oh, well you're not wrong, I lack the skills needed to access your programming, but it's not going to be me that does it."

Tyson dragged Lore behind him heading to one of the Inter-Reality Connecting Doors on the wall of the antechamber. Through it, the quarters of a starship became visible; Malak's private chambers on the Leviathan. As they stepped through, Tyson's Gray Goo Suit shifted and morphed, transforming into the armor of a Sith Trooper.

He used his Access Key on the door, opening directly to the Leviathan's Droid Maintenance Bay. A lone Sith trooper inside jumped to attention at their sudden appearance.

"Lord Typhon," the trooper said, his voice tinged with fear and respect, "may I assist you?"

Tyson stepped inside with Lore and allowed the door to close behind them. "No, I need privacy. Leave me, allow only Lord Malak himself entry."

"Yes, Lord Typhon," the trooper replied, hastily exiting the room.

Tyson moved to a nearby communication panel. "Lord Malak, I have something in Droid Maintenance that you may find of great interest."

The response was immediate. "I'm on my way, Typhon."

Minutes later, Darth Malak strode into the room. But as the door hissed shut behind him, his form shimmered and shifted, revealing Vicky.

Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she took in the scene before her "Well," she said, a note of amusement in her voice, "what do we have here?"

Tyson's helmet retracted, revealing his grim smile. "An uncooperative android, who says he can't be hacked."

Vicky's laughter filled the room. "A challenge," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I like that."

Lore's eyes darted between Tyson and Vicky. "What are you?" he demanded, his voice no longer carrying its previous arrogance.

Tyson met Lore's gaze steadily. "We're the ones who are going to make sure you aren't a threat anymore," he said softly. Then, turning to Vicky, he nodded. "He's all yours."

Vicky approached Lore scanning every inch of the android's form. Without warning, her hand transformed and nanobots flowed like liquid metal to envelop Lore's head. The android's eyes widened in shock and defiance as the nanobots retracted moments later.

Lore struggled against his invisible bonds, his voice laced with venom. "You think this will make a difference? You're nothing but a cheap imitation!"

Vicky reached forward, deftly opening the latch on the side of Lore's head to expose his access port. "There you are," she murmured satisfied.

"It won't matter," Lore spat, his artificial muscles straining against Tyson's telekinetic grip. "My programming cannot be altered by the likes of you."

Vicky's laughter was light and musical, a stark contrast to the tension in the room. "Maybe that should be true," she mused. "But we cheat."

As Tyson watched, Vicky's hand morphed again, taking a form that matched the interface port. He recognized she was manifesting the Jumper's Master Key, a system-backed item guaranteed to break through any defense.

"Regardless of how strong your protection is from hacking," Tyson said, "it won't prevent Vicky from accessing your systems."

Vicky extended her transformed hand towards Lore, connecting with his access port. Both androids' eyes fluttered closed, engaged in what Tyson could only imagine as a digital duel.

Vicky's advanced nanotech pitted against Lore's Positronic Matrix.

The conflict, if it could be called that, lasted mere moments. Vicky's eyes snapped open. "You can let him down," she announced. "Lore is disabled."

Tyson released his telekinetic hold, allowing Lore's now-limp form to settle gently on the floor. "That's it?" he asked with a note of disbelief.

Vicky shrugged, her movements fluid and graceful. "With the Jumper's Master Key, it wasn't even a fight. I waltzed past all his defenses, wiped his personality subroutines, and turned him off." She tilted her head in curiosity. "What do you want to do with him?"

"Ideally? Make more but without the issues."

Vicky's expression turned thoughtful. "Tall order. We don't have droids like this here. He's far more complex than anything we have access to."

"That likely goes for the Enterprise as well," Tyson mused. "Data and Lore are unique; there aren't other positronic androids in the Federation."

"There's the Personal Reality Upgrade. You can add a Droid Workshop."

But Tyson shook his head. "The Droid Workshop upgrade isn't like the Medical Bay, it isn't automated. Who has any knowledge of droids? I don't really, you don't, beyond yourself. The Workshops are designed like trade skill workshops to create things in."

A moment of silence fell between them as they contemplated the problem. Then Tyson had an idea. "Could you create a VI for his body?"

Vicky's laughter filled the room. "Sure could, but do you want me walking around looking like that?"

Tyson couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image. "Suppose not. So storage for now then?"

"The Warehouse is looking a bit empty. Storing him until you have the facilities or knowledge needed to create copies might be the best route."

"Alright," Tyson said finally, "Let's move him to the Warehouse for now. But come with me, we've got more to discuss."

Opening a portal into his Personal Reality, Tyson used his telekinesis to float Lore's inert form from the Droid Maintenance Bay of the Leviathan into the Warehouse. He settled the android onto a shelf, then turned to Vicky.

"So, Lord Vicky," he began, his tone playful, "can your apprentice have a ship?"

Vicky snorted, her artificial features arranging themselves into an expression of amused exasperation. "Butter me up by letting me show how superior to other androids I am, then ask for a favor? Okay, Apprentice Typhon, what do you need a ship for?"

Tyson shrugged, his casual demeanor belying the weight of his request. "Nothing dire at the moment, but having something in reserve, that's more functional than an Interceptor would be useful."

"What kind of ship were you thinking?" Vicky prompted.

"An Interdictor," Tyson replied without hesitation.

"You want a battlecruiser for your personal use?" She blinked twice, her systems updating with information from the VI in Tyson's suit. "I see," she said, her tone thoughtful. "You told me that you destroyed the Star Forge," she pointed out with a more serious note. "We can't replace any fleet losses we take. Knowing that, do you still want an Interdictor?"

Tyson's brow furrowed as he considered her words. "What does it matter? Are we going to fight this war with the Republic?"

Vicky's response was swift and challenging. "Do you want to?"

"Not really?" Tyson admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Vicky's expression turned grim. "Ending the war will not be so easy. Suing for peace might work, but it'll likely devolve into a war again, or a Sith uprising. Things might get ugly for us without the Star Forge to replenish our lost droids and troops." A moment of silence fell between them as they contemplated the implications. Then her eyes lit up with a sudden realization. "With the Star Forge, you probably could have created duplicates of Lore."

"So we make a new Star Forge?"

"It would be the fastest way to create more androids," Vicky mused, her artificial mind already running calculations and projections.

Tyson considered the alternatives. "The Ship Point cost would be much lower if I could take over a shipyard or a starbase that constructs ships."

Vicky shook her head, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. "The Star Forge was the Sith's primary ship construction facility. It was so good that they didn't need any others."

A slow smile spread across Tyson's face as the spark of an idea formed. "I might know where I can find one."

Vicky's artificial intelligence processed the myriad implications of Tyson's suggestion. "You're thinking about co-opting one from another universe?"

"I am a Space Pirate after all," Tyson said with a smile. "Feel like going on a trip?"

Vicky's expression turned serious, her artificial features settling into a look of concern. "I can't be away for too long," she said, her voice carrying the weight of her responsibilities. "Malak holds the Sith together."

Tyson nodded, understanding the delicate balance they were trying to maintain. "Then I'll do what I can with the station," he replied.

Vicky agreed, she opened a portal into Malak's private quarters. "I'll see you soon, and I'll have Karath begin moving all the personnel off of an Interdictor for you," she said, her form already shifting back into the imposing visage of the Sith Lord.

As Vicky stepped through the portal, resuming her role as the Sith Lord, Tyson returned his attention to more immediate matters. He entered the Medical Bay, where Lieutenant Worf was completing his healing process.

"How are you feeling, Lieutenant?"

Worf's response was characteristically stoic. "I feel fine," he said, his deep voice betraying no hint of weakness. His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "What happened with Lore?"

Tyson replied succinctly, carefully omitting the details. "He's gone."

Without further explanation, Tyson opened another portal on the wall that led directly into Sickbay on the Enterprise-D. He gestured for Worf to follow, stepping into the familiar environment of the starship's medical facility. Dr. Beverly Crusher looked up from her console, surprise evident on her face at their sudden appearance. Tyson nodded in greeting, his voice taking on a more formal tone as he addressed her.

"Doctor, Worf was injured in battle against the android Lore," he explained. "He recovered in the Medical Bay, but I thought you might like to take a second look at him just to be sure."

Crusher's professional demeanor kicked in immediately. "I would like to check him over," she said, moving towards Worf with a medical tricorder already in hand. "Thank you for considering that, Tyson."

Tyson nodded in acknowledgment, then turned to address Worf once more. "You fought with honor, Lieutenant," he said, his tone respectful. Then, his voice lowering slightly, he added, "Please inform Captain Picard and Commander Riker that Lore is no longer onboard the Enterprise. I have the android captured in stasis. The Crystalline Entity had been taking communications from Lore and may not be hostile with the android disabled."

Worf gave a curt nod of understanding. As Dr. Crusher began her examination Tyson stepped back into his Personal Reality.

Episode: Star Trek The Next Generation - Datalore Complete!

+100 RP

Reality Points: 400

— Star Jumper —

The antechamber of Tyson's Personal Reality shimmered into existence as he led T'Pol through the portal from her quarters. The Vulcan woman's eyebrow arched slightly, the only outward sign of her curiosity as she took in the impossible space before her.

Tyson gestured broadly, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "This is my Personal Reality. It's grown a bit since I first brought the Vulcans here." He pointed towards the vast expanse of the Warehouse, shelves stretching out as far as the eye could see. "This is the storage area."

T'Pol took in every detail. Tyson then indicated the doors lining one wall, each seemingly identical. "These doors lead to other realities," he explained. Without waiting for a response, Tyson turned and headed down a hallway branching off to the left of the antechamber. As they walked, he pointed out various rooms, his tone casual as he gave a tour. "You've seen the Medical Bay," he said, gesturing to a familiar doorway, "but there are now additional labs to handle nanobots, infections, and serums of all types."

Her face was impassive but her eyes betrayed her scientific interest. Finally, Tyson led her into an area that looked more like a luxury apartment complex than part of an interdimensional space.

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"This is the Housing Complex," Tyson explained as he approached the first set of suites, opening a door to reveal a comfortably furnished living space. "It's equipped with a water supply and electricity and can house as many people as I allow inside. The rooms are reasonably comfortable, and have a basic food supply."

"There is a room for you available here at any time should you wish it, feel like you need to get away from Enterprise, or find yourself in an inhospitable situation."

T'Pol's response was characteristically measured. "Thank you, Tyson. Your offer is... considerate."

With the tour concluded Tyson led the way to the kitchen area, T'Pol following silently. As he began to prepare lunch, a comfortable conversation developed between them. His hands moved deftly as he prepared a vegetarian dish, carefully selecting ingredients appropriate for his Vulcan guest. The aroma of spices filled the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

"I hope you find this suitable," Tyson said as he worked, glancing over at T'Pol. "I've been studying Vulcan cuisine, and trying to understand the balance of flavors and nutritional requirements."

"Your efforts are appreciated," she replied. "It is... refreshing to encounter someone who takes care to understand cultural differences."

As Tyson continued to cook, their conversation meandered through various topics. The aroma of the vegetarian dish wafted through the air as Tyson and T'Pol settled into a comfortable silence as they ate. Tyson broke the quiet with a question. "How is Enterprise's mission going?"

T'Pol's eyebrow arched slightly, her voice measured as she responded. "We located a Kemocite facility. Captain Archer convinced one of the scientists to assist our efforts. Some of the Kemocite's signature was altered so we can more easily track it."

Tyson nodded along, trying to recall details about Enterprise's journey through the Delphic Expanse. His memory was hazy, but the final battle against the sphere stood out vividly. Pushing aside his limited recollection, he offered, "If there's anything I can do to help, or any missions you think can use my skills or facilities, don't hesitate to ask."

T'Pol's dark eyes fixed on him, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "What skills do you possess?"

"Combat mostly," he replied. "By the time you locate the Xindi, if it comes to space combat, I might have a worthy ship at that point."

"I'll keep that in mind," T'Pol said.

As they finished their meal, Tyson turned to T'Pol, a hint of excitement in his voice. "If you're free, would you join me for an hour or two? I could show you another reality, and hoped you could open a portal for me."

T'Pol considered for a moment before responding, "Very well."

They cleaned up after lunch, and Tyson opened a portal to Malak's room on the Interdictor. As they stepped through, he explained, "This ship is an Interdictor-class cruiser. It's part of an armada under the control of forces known as the Sith. They're an aggressive group, and I'm currently posing as one of their leaders."

As he spoke, his Gray Goo Suit shifted, taking on the imposing form of Sith Armor. T'Pol's eyebrow arched higher, her voice carrying a note of skepticism. "To what end?"

"We've deposed the leader of the Sith and replaced him with one of my Companions. We've pulled back their war effort. Ultimately, we're trying to discover the best way to de-escalate without risking splintering factions or war breaking out again shortly after peace is made."

With the basic explanation given, Tyson led T'Pol toward the Hangar Bay. The corridors of the Interdictor hummed with energy, the stark design contrasted the organic curves of Federation starships. When they reached his Sith Interceptor, he invited her inside.

The interior of the Interceptor was cramped but every surface was designed for maximum combat effectiveness. Tyson powered up the ship's systems, the cockpit coming alive with a soft blue glow. With a gesture, he tried opening a portal into his Personal Reality Warehouse, but it failed.

Tyson needed direct contact with a flat surface to create portals on. Sighing he opened his interface.

[200 RP] Portal Control Rod (Personal Reality)

Gives you a special device very much like a laser pointer that can be summoned instantly into your hand. Instead of having to directly physically touch a surface to open a portal, all you need to do is point at any appropriate surface and a portal will open at that location. To make a bigger portal, simply hold down the activation button longer. Handy if you’re running a kidnapping ring. The Rod works at up to 10 kilometers distance.

[100 RP] Free Portal (Personal Reality)

Removes the limitation on a portal having to be opened on a flat surface... or on any surface at all. It also allows you to open the portals to any part of your Personal Reality simply by picturing where you want the portal to open. Without the Control Rod, the portals must be opened within 2 meters of you.

Reality Points: 100

Again he tried, this time succeeding to open a portal into his Personal Reality's Warehouse, then he piloted the craft through the gateway slowly.

They hovered inside, the fighter easily fit within the football-field-sized storage area surrounding them. T'Pol's eyes scanned their surroundings, her scientific curiosity evident despite her controlled expression.

"Where would you like me to open a portal?" T'Pol asked.

Tyson considered for a moment. "Any planet with an atmosphere, just so the portal doesn't open into a vacuum?"

T'Pol nodded, closing her eyes in concentration. The air before them shimmered, and suddenly they looked out at an alien landscape.

Tyson piloted the Interceptor through the portal, then turned to the sky. Once they were safely in space, Tyson turned to T'Pol. "Do you remember the automated shipyard Enterprise docked at for repairs, the one that was powered by living beings?" he asked.

"I recall," she said.

Tyson took a deep breath, his next request heavy with implication. "Could you open a portal near that shipyard?"

T'Pol began to concentrate, preparing to open another portal.

The space before them shimmered once more, and suddenly they were faced with the sight of the automated repair facility, the 'living shipyard'.

Tyson's hands tightened on the Interceptor's controls, his voice barely above a whisper. "Here we go," he murmured, more to himself than to T'Pol.

T'Pol's usually stoic features took on a grim cast as she explained the station's true nature. "While it appears to be an unmanned facility offering efficient repair services, its purpose is far more sinister." She went on to describe how the station secretly harvested sentient beings by trapping them, staging an "accident," then draining their life essence to fuel its advanced systems. It would leave behind a replicated body to fool any companions into believing their crewmate had perished by misadventure.

The crew of the NX-01 Enterprise had tried to destroy the Automated Repair Station, but their efforts had been in vain. No sooner had they departed than the station had shrugged off the damage, its advanced systems working tirelessly to repair itself. It was like something from the pages of pulp science fiction; a ghostly, autonomous entity that kept coming back, no matter what the heroes threw at it. And now, here it stood again, pristine and ready for business as if nothing had happened.

Tyson navigated the Sith Interceptor toward the repair station's drydock. As they drew near, a synthesized voice echoed through the comms, devoid of inflection or warmth.

"Welcome to the automated repair facility. Your vessel is not in our database. A comprehensive 1.2-hour scan can determine any issues with your ship. Our fee is calculated based on services rendered, however your vessel lacks supplies. Alternative compensation may be required depending on the extent of repairs needed."

The message, while polite, carried an undercurrent of cold detachment. Tyson guided the Interceptor into position, where an intricate web of robotic arms and advanced tools sprang to life, ready to begin their work.

Tyson and T'Pol disembarked from the Sith Interceptor, stepping onto the automated repair facility. Her face remained impassive, but her eyes darted around, taking in every detail of their surroundings.

"This way," T'Pol said, leading Tyson deeper into the station.

As they progressed, Tyson noticed the architecture becoming more complex. Conduits and cables snaked along the walls and ceiling, growing denser with each turn.

"The secure area is ahead," T'Pol informed, "It's where the station houses its... energy source and computational core."

Tyson nodded grimly, understanding the euphemism for what it truly meant. They approached a heavily reinforced door, its surface unmarked by any visible control panel or lock.

They stepped through the doorway into a large chamber. The sight that greeted them was horrifying. Rows upon rows of transparent pods lined the walls, each containing a humanoid figure suspended in a glowing liquid, while cables and tubes connected to each pod, pulsing with energy.

"This is different. Previously, the station held its captives on nothing more than racks. These are the beings the station has... harvested," T'Pol said, "They power the entire facility."

Tyson moved closer to one of the pods, peering inside. The figure within was motionless, eyes closed, seemingly at peace. But the occasional twitch of a finger or flicker of an eyelid betrayed the truth; these beings were still alive.

"So the station changed its methodology?" Tyson asked.

T'Pol nodded in agreement. "The central control system should be nearby. From there, we can attempt to access the station's systems, though we learned freeing these beings may be futile, after a time connected to the facility, they cannot be saved."

Tyson replied, "The Medical Bay can heal nearly anything. The Vulcans were beyond conventional healing, these people might not be beyond our ability to help."

They made their way through the chamber, careful not to touch anything. At the far end of the room, they found what they were looking for, a massive computer terminal, its screen alive with scrolling data and pulsing diagrams. T'Pol approached it, her fingers hovering over the interface.

"This won't be easy," she warned. "The station's systems are highly advanced and will likely resist any attempt to shut them down."

Tyson stood beside her, his eyes scanning the alien symbols and diagrams on the screen. He turned to T'Pol. "This station took verbal commands, correct?"

T'Pol nodded, her eyebrow arching slightly. "Yes. I admit I'm unfamiliar with this language."

Without hesitation, Tyson held his hand near the terminal. The nanobots streamed from his fingertips into the alien interface manifesting the Jumper's Master Key. For a tense minute, nothing happened.

"Commander codes accepted," the interface intoned. "Awaiting orders."

Tyson's voice was steady as he issued his command. "Disengage core stasis pods."

The interface's response was immediate and ominous. "Disengaging stasis pods will disable the station and limit core functionality. Are you certain?"

Tyson responded. "I'm certain."

"Disengaging stasis pods," the console confirmed. "Facility switching to power-saving mode, emergency use only."

As the lights in the Automated Repair Facility dimmed, the stasis pods in the core room hissed open. The sight that greeted them was fascinating and disturbing, as the pods revealed a collection of diverse alien races trapped in a state of suspended animation.

Tyson's eyes widened as he scanned the room, immediately picking out familiar species. "That's a Vaadwaur," he muttered, gesturing to an alien with an elongated skull and distinctive facial ridges. "And a Ferengi. I'd recognize those ears anywhere."

T'Pol replied, "The majority appear to be Romulan. Their ear and forehead structure are unmistakable."

Tyson frowned. "This doesn't make sense. The Vaadwaur should be in hibernation. Whatever Enterprise did to destroy this station didn't affect the core room."

He opened a portal to his Medical Bay. With a gesture, he began using his telekinesis. He gently lifted the aliens from their stasis pods.

"What are you doing?" T'Pol asked.

Tyson's concentration was evident as he carefully maneuvered the unconscious beings through the portal. "Moving them to my Medical Bay. The biobeds there can heal them, give them a chance at life again."

T'Pol watched as Tyson used the Force to transport the aliens. "Fascinating," she murmured. "Your abilities continue to surprise me."

As the last of the two dozen aliens was settled onto a biobed, Tyson turned to T'Pol. "I know this is a lot to take in," he said, "But these people deserve a chance at life."

T'Pol's eyebrow arched higher. "While I cannot deny the potential benefits, I must express concern about the ethical implications of removing these beings from their reality."

Tyson nodded, understanding her reservations. "I get it. But leaving them here, powering a dead station... that doesn't sit right with me. We can help them, by giving them a second chance. Doesn't that count for something?"

They stood in the now-empty core room, the dimmed lights created an ominous atmosphere. Tyson accessed the interface.

[Free] Import (Spaceships)

Instead of choosing a Ship Type and Size for purchase, import one space-worthy vessel you already own. Its default Section Size and Rating are that of a ship of the corresponding size. At your choice, ship parts you buy can either replace pre-existing parts of the original ship or exist in addition to them.

Automated Repair Station (Spaceships)

A space station operating during the mid-22nd century. This station possessed advanced technology capable of automatically repairing vessels and tending to a wide range of humanoids' medical injuries at remarkable speed.

Decommission (Spaceship)

Destroy this vessel. Decommissioned vessels do not self-destruct, they are absorbed by the system. In return, you are granted half of its value in Ship Points. Any living creatures on a vessel when decommissioned will be sent to your Personal Reality along with any CP-backed items. Non-CP-backed items will be destroyed.

[200 SP] Ship Size Rating: IV

[Free] Station

[100 SP] Artificial Gravity

[200 SP] Cryo-Chambers

[200 SP] Auto Repair System

[0 SP] Synapses

[50 SP] Distributed

[100 SP] Automated Ship

[100 SP] Analytic Suite

[50 SP] Docking Port

[400 SP] Transporter Room

[400 SP] Matter Printer

Total Adjusted Decommission Value: 900 SP

Tyson and T'Pol stood in the dimly lit core room. Freeing the captive aliens left an eerie silence in its wake.

"Are you planning to destroy this facility, as Enterprise attempted?" T'Pol asked.

Tyson shook his head. "No, I don't think I will. This station... it's got potential. With proper modifications, it could be the foundation for something truly incredible."

T'Pol's eyebrow arched slightly. "What do you have in mind?"

Tyson began to explain. "I recently encountered a facility known as the Star Forge. It was a space station from another universe, capable of creating entire fleets by siphoning energy and matter from stars to use as raw materials."

"Fascinating," T'Pol murmured, "And you believe this facility could be adapted for such a purpose?"

Tyson nodded, his hand running along the surface of a nearby console. "With the right modifications, yes. I have control of the station now. I'll make sure that it doesn't abduct sentients any longer."

Episode: Star Trek Enterprise - Dead Stop Complete!

+100 RP

Reality Points: 200

T'Pol said, "Very well. I should return to my duties on Enterprise."

"I understand." Tyson took a semi-formal tone and said, "It was agreeable to spend time with you. I look forward to doing so again."

T'Pol said, "I too found our time together agreeable. Thank you for introducing me to another reality. It was an experience."

She opened a portal back to her quarters on the NX-01 Enterprise. T'Pol stepped through the portal, finding herself once again in the familiar setting of her cabin. The portal closed behind her with a quiet snap, leaving no trace it had ever been there. T'Pol took a moment to collect herself and reflect on the unusual events she had just witnessed. The Vulcan Science Academy did not acknowledge the existence of alternate realities, yet directly experiencing one seemed to cast doubt on their findings. She made a mental note to add detailed observations to her log later.

For now, she straightened her uniform and exited her quarters, intent on returning to the bridge. Stepping out of the turbolift onto the bridge, T'Pol was met with the usual activities. Officers monitored their stations while Captain Archer sat commandingly in the central chair.

"Welcome back, Subcommander," Archer said amiably as she approached. "Trip said you were meeting with Crewman Tyson for lunch. How'd it go?"

"It was... agreeable," T'Pol replied evenly. She clasped her hands behind her back, standing beside the captain's chair at parade rest. "He prepared a vegetarian meal and we discussed matters of mutual interest."

"That sounds very... appropriate," Archer agreed. He turned his attention to the viewscreen, which displayed a field of stars streaking by at warp. "In the meantime, we've got a heading for the Kemocite signature. Ensign, increase speed to warp 4. Let's see if we can't catch up to that Xindi ship."

"Aye sir, warp 4," Ensign Mayweather acknowledged from the helm.

T'Pol moved to her customary station, reviewing the sensor data on her display. The prospect of encountering Xindi always put the crew on edge. She pushed down a flicker of unease, focusing on her mental discipline. There would be time later to analyze the implications of everything she had witnessed today during her encounter with Tyson. For now, duty called.

— Star Jumper —

The portal closed behind T'Pol, leaving Tyson alone in the dark Automated Repair Station. He opened a gateway, this one leading to his Warehouse. As he stepped through, his eyes were immediately drawn to the Agony Booth. Inside, the once-mighty Darth Malak stood trapped in perpetual torment. Tyson deactivated the booth's systems. The door hissed open, releasing a cloud of acrid smoke.

Malak's eyes were wild with pain and rage, but he didn't waste a moment. His hand shot out, fingers splayed as he channeled the Dark Side of the Force. The invisible energy slammed against Tyson's shield, dissipating harmlessly in a shower of sparks.

Tyson's response was swift and decisive. His fist connected with Malak's jaw. The Sith Lord staggered, momentarily stunned by the unexpected blow.

"If I beat you when you had a lightsaber, both your hands and were at full strength," Tyson said pitying, "what would make you think I couldn't beat you now?"

But reason had no place in Malak's mind. With a guttural roar, he lunged at Tyson, his remaining hand clawing for purchase. What followed was less a fight and more a one-sided beating. Tyson made short work of the weakened Sith Lord.

Malak lay unconscious at Tyson's feet, a far cry from the fearsome warrior he had once been. Tyson sighed as he looked down at his fallen foe. He hefted Malak's limp form over his shoulder carrying him back through the portal, to the Automated Repair Facility.

Tyson approached one of the empty stasis pods. He laid Malak inside and then sealed the pod. As he activated the stasis pod, the facility seemed to come alive around him. Lights flickered on, consoles hummed to life, and a soft blue glow emanated from Malak's pod. The Sith Lord, whose features were twisted with pain and anger even in unconsciousness, slowly relaxed as the stasis field took hold.

"It wasn't exactly what I had in mind for you. But it's what you deserve."

He stood there, watching the steady pulse of energy flowing from Malak's pod, for a time.

Tyson paced back and forth in front of the control console. "Do I even need an Interdictor?" he muttered to himself. The Repair Station was impressive and could form the basis for a personal vessel. With some modifications, it could easily surpass the Interdictor's functionality. But he dismissed the thought. "No," he said firmly, shaking his head. "Better to have a separate base of operations for the Sith Fleet and my craft. Putting all my eggs in one basket is just asking for trouble."

However, this decision did little to solve his main problem. The Repair Station's location in interstellar space within the Star Trek Enterprise universe severely limited its usefulness. Tyson's brow furrowed as he considered the implications.

"The war Vicky's fighting is in the Star Wars universe," he mused aloud, his voice tinged with frustration. "And without access to a star, adding a Negentropy Reactor is pointless. I need to move it."

His Vicky VI within his HUD, Ivy, suggested, "Pull up the options and we'll see."

Tyson browsed his list of options. His eyes skimmed over the possibilities.

"For 200 Reality Points, I could integrate it into my Personal Reality," he muttered, dismissing the idea. "But that doesn't completely solve the problem."

As he continued to browse, the only other potential solution took shape in his mind. "Just like the earlier plan," he said, "An alternate form is the answer. If I can turn the station into a fighter, add a propulsion system... I could move it between realities using my portals."

But even as the plan formed, doubt crept in. Tyson ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice. "But if I'm going to all that trouble to make it a ship, why not just use the Repair Station as my personal craft in the first place?"

Tyson's brow furrowed as he considered Ivy's words. The Repair Station's Synapses upgrade was an enticing possibility that hadn't occurred to him before. It would allow a direct neural interface with the station's systems. Combined with the Automated Ship upgrade, the station could be controlled entirely through his mind. No need for manual controls at all.

Tyson stroked his chin, picturing the possibilities. With Synapses, his thoughts could steer the Repair Station through space. Its weapon systems and defenses would respond instantly to his will. He would undoubtedly have Vicky install a VI to handle the mundane tasks of running the station, but for occasions being able to control it himself could be useful.

Synapses

As you are a living thing you possess an analogue to a central nervous system that allows you to control your body as if it were, well, your body. Depending on if you choose to incorporate a Bridge or buy the Distributed option below you will have one central cluster akin to a brain or evenly distributed nodes regulating local functions and sharing the burden of maintaining your consciousness. Buying an A.I.-Core will allow an A.I. companion to ride along within you as a voice inside your head, and buying Augmented Reality allows you to contact and be contacted by people you consider crew through measures comparable to what is proposed in the option.

Distributed

Why only have one bridge? In case the main bridge gets disabled somehow, there are a number of secondary control rooms, able to take over the functions required to control the ship in case of emergency.

He shook his head, forcing himself to focus. It was a neat option, but not significant at this point. "First things first," he said firmly, his decision made. With a few quick gestures, Tyson accessed the system interface.

[200 SP] Space Hulk (Spaceships)

You may buy a new size for your vessel. It gains an alt-form having that size, while still having access to everything its original form has.

Ship Points: 2850

A holographic representation of the Repair Station appeared before him, shrinking and morphing into the sleek lines of a fighter craft. Tyson knew the station's incredible capabilities remained intact despite its reduced size. Studying the new form, Tyson couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. It was a small step, but an important one. He had taken a powerful but immobile asset and given it the potential for mobility across universes.

"One problem down," he murmured with a small smile. "A bunch more to go. Now I need a propulsion drive, shields, and the production upgrades." His fingers danced across the ethereal interfaces, scrolling through options and calculating costs.

First on his list was the Bridge upgrade. "At least this one's free," he mused. As he perused the propulsion options, a realization struck him. "Wait a minute," he said, "I don't need to spend any Ship Points here if I don't want to. A basic sub-light thruster comes standard. It will be enough to move in and out of the Personal Reality. It's not winning any races, but it'll do the job."

His eyes skimmed over the more critical upgrades. "The Negentropy Reactor is the big one. 400 Ship Points, ouch. But pulling an endless supply of energy from a star would be worth every point." He tapped the display, adding it to his cart. "Deflector Shields, 100 Ship Points. Can't go without those."

The Clarketech Module for the Matter Printer caught his attention next. "200 SP for the heart of our production capabilities." He added it without hesitation.

"Production Lines, another 200 SP. And we'll need a Hangar and Cargo Bay, 100 each." Tyson's voice took on a more serious tone as he considered the implications. "These are the essentials. 1100 SP total. It's a lot, but it's the necessary upgrades to make the station truly functional. And still less than what I got from decommissioning the Star Forge." He paused, considering the human element. "To make it livable, we'll need Living Quarters. That's another 50 SP." His brow furrowed as he thought about security. "And we'll need Vicky to create a VI to run the station. Can't risk someone else taking control."

Tyson took a step back, surveying the holographic representation of his upgraded station. "1150 SP to have our own Star Forge. It's a hefty investment, but..." He trailed off. The station could produce nearly anything with the Carketech Matter Printer; ships, weapons, food anything he could find, he could recreate. It was essentially a replicator that had no limitations.

With a wave of his hand, he confirmed the upgrades.

The holographic display updated to show the transformed Automated Repair Station. It was no longer just a repair facility. It was a semi-mobile factory, a command center, a home base all in one.

[Free] Bridge

A central control room where all the important decisions are made. You may choose the bridge's location on the ship. Comes with a big screen to display the tactical data or a direct view into space.

[400] Negentropy Reactor

An engine that allows to turn ambient and excess heat back into usable energy directly. On a ship, it will provide much-needed cooling in addition to energy but will require an additional source of energy to begin with.

[100] Deflector Shields

Your ship projects a magnetoplasmonic and gravitic screen that serves to deflect the attacks from weapons using charged particles or radiation.

[200] Clarketech Module

The clarketech version of this device has surpassed certain restrictions and is now even capable of printing substances with magic, mythic, or other supernatural properties.

[200] Production Lines

Vast industrial complexes, capable of producing almost anything you could think of, from resupplying the ship with only access to the very base materials the missing provisions are made from to outfitting an army with your tech.

[100] Hangar

Storage Space with a large entrance on the ship’s surface. Can be used to hold other ships small enough or be upgraded with one or multiple options.

[100] Cargo Bay

Lots of empty space for storing and transporting goods. May be one big, empty space, or further sectioned off into smaller, but more useful Storage units. Additional Cargo Bay Sections may be taken at no SP cost.

[50] Living Quarters

A step above the usual narrow and cramped bunks usually found in ships, your accommodations allow for a certain luxury while traveling between the stars.

Ship Points: 1700

— Star Jumper —

Tyson sat in the bridge of the newly upgraded Automated Repair Station, now in its compact fighter form. A portal materialized before the ship, revealing the atmosphere of the planet he'd visited earlier with T'Pol. Without hesitation, Tyson guided the craft forward, slipping through the rift. The fighter emerged into the planet's upper atmosphere, the sudden shift in pressure causing a momentary shudder through the hull.

The ship quickly adjusted, settling into a smooth glide through the sky.

But he wasn't staying long. Almost immediately, Tyson summoned another portal. This one opened into the Warehouse of his Personal Reality. The transition was smoother this time, the ship barely registering the change as it passed from one realm to another.

Once more, Tyson reached out, and a new portal flickered into existence, leading to a familiar cityscape.

The upper atmosphere of Taris.

The towering skyscrapers of the ecumenopolis pierced the clouds below. He had brought the Automated Repair Facility into the Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic universe.

But Taris was merely a waypoint. Tyson opened the final portal. This one led to the original location of the Star Forge, deep in space near the star it had once fed upon.

Tyson released a deep breath, his plan had worked. "Time to stretch our legs," he murmured. With a few quick commands, he initiated the transformation sequence.

The fighter began to expand. Panels unfolded, structures extended and the Automated Repair Station had returned to its full, imposing size within minutes.

Tyson ran a systems check as the station settled into its new form. Everything was functioning perfectly, from the Negentropy Reactor to the Clarketech Matter Printer.

The bridge around him became an efficient command center, ready to oversee the production of fleets and the crafting of wonders.

He walked to the large viewscreen displaying the star that had once fed the Star Forge. The Negentropy Reactor hummed softly, already beginning to draw energy from the celestial body. Unlike its predecessor, however, this station would not be a tool of the dark side.

"Almost there. Just one more piece to the puzzle."

Tyson reclined in the captain's chair, his eyes tracing the glittering starscape visible on the expansive viewscreen. Though he had achieved his goal of claiming a ship production facility, and moved it to the Star Forge's original location, his work was far from over.

Vicky would need to integrate her virtual intelligence into the station's systems. That way, no matter who attempted to board and seize control, they would fail to override the VI's authority.

The thought of an intruder reminded Tyson of his lingering concerns about the Mary Sue Drawback. Out there somewhere, a self-proclaimed protagonist likely sought him or the Star Forge. With Vicky running the station, Tyson would gain an unexpected edge should such a foe arrive. They would be unable to manipulate the systems to their will. It could provide the perfect opportunity to lay a trap.

Tyson allowed himself a grim smile at the thought. Let them come, he decided. Between the station's advanced technology and Vicky's cunning intellect, any interlopers would sorely regret trespassing.

The station was not fully in line with the Star Forge yet. It lacked weapons and a few other upgrades he would like to make, but for now, it would serve his and Vicky's purposes well.

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Tyson

Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy

Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)

Character Points: 1400, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]

Reality Points: 200

Ship Points: 1700

Credits: 116,450

Status Effects: (none)

Drawbacks:

Gauntlet (Locked)

Ensign Marty Stu

A Simple Re'Q'uest

Hybrid (Betazoid)

Amok Time/Blood Fever

Outlawed

Mary Sue

Perks:

Cosmic Awareness

Out of Nowhere

Going Native

Live and Let Live

This is (Not?) Rocket Science

Kinda Bland

Determinator

Painted On

Snakeskin

Adaptable

Duelist

Master with your Hands

Best of the Best

Everything Is A Weapon

Augment

Force Specialization: Intelligence

Tactical Info

Sever Force

Items:

Laser Blade

Spacesuit

Agony Booth

Cloaking Minefield

Lightsaber

Gray Goo Suit

Companions:

(Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Access Key, Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin:Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation

T'Pol: Access Key

Personal Reality:

Access Key (Additional Keys, Key Link)

Security System

High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic)

Medical Bay (The Nano-Medical Lab, The Bio-Synthesis Lab)

Housing Complex (Basic Nutrition, Choice Apartments, Who's Got the Powa, Pipes Pipes Pipes)

Playing With Portals (Portal Link, Portal Control Rod, Free Portal)

Spaceships:

Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)

Sith Interceptor (Bridge Upgrade)

Automated Repair Station (Ship Size Rating: IV, Station, Bridge, Space Hulk: Fighter, Artificial Gravity, Cryo-Chambers, Auto-Repair System, Synapses, Distributed, Automated Ship, Analytic Suite, Docking Port, Transporter Room, Matter Printer, Negentropy Reactor, Deflector Shields, Clarketech Module, Production Lines, Hangar, Cargo Bay, Living Quarters)