I'm currently working on a Stargate SG-1 and Star Trek crossover. Keep in mind I own neither series, nor do I claim to, and that this work is just for fun.
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"This is a Federation News Service Special Report," came a voice from the viewscreen. The image became clear and focussed on a harried man with a gash down his tunic. There was smoke drifting in the air around him, and he seemed to be clutching a dedication plaque to stay balanced as the surface he stood upon rocked like the Pacific Ocean at high tide.
"This is John O'Leary for FNS," said the man as he held onto the plaque for dear life, "I'm aboard Admiral Paris's flagship, the USS Jerusalem. Following the surprise assault by Anubis, destroying Mars and Utopia Planetia shipyards, the First Fleet has engaged his armada of pyramid like vessels..."
There was a large crash and sparks flew from a nearby console. One young ensign crewing the exploding station was dead on the floor of the bridge, encased by flames. In the background a voice could be heard declaring, "We've just lost the Hathaway and the Tecumseh."
"Things are grim here," continued O'Leary, his stage makeup clearly melting across his sweaty face, and his once pristine hair unkempt and oily, "As some of you may have just heard we lost the Hathaway and the Tecumseh just now, our only major ships as it were, aside from the Prometheus and this ship. While some runabouts and shuttlecraft are attempting to engage the enemy fleet, most have been pressed into evacuation duties as it becomes clear that Earth is the target of this assault. We have unconfirmed reports the Federation Council has been evacu-"
A strangled profanity can be heard in the background as the lights dimmed and the cameraman fell to the floor. He struggled back up and pointed the camera back on O'Leary, who was also struggling to his feet, "We've just lost the Prometheus and several of the smaller craft nearby. That explosion was a warp core breach, the shockwave seems to have severely damaged the shields. I'm not sure how much longer we can-"
The image on the viewscreen went dead. For a dozen long seconds, there was no image but the FNS logo, and the crew of the Daemonicus grew silent. What was happening at home?
Then a new image appeared, a harried looking reporter in a stark white room, "We've activated our backup bunker in Switzerland. As some of you undoubtedly guessed, Admiral Paris's flagship the USS Jerusalem has been destroyed. The First Fleet is in ruins, and currently only Luna Base and several orbiting Starbases stand in the way of the enemy Armada. With the bulk of the Federation, Dominion, Cardassian, Breen, Enchwa, Atlantian and Klingon Fleets deployed to the Nuetral Zone, it appears Earth may suffer the same fate as the Romulan Star Empire...extermination."
The camera angle switched again to show a giant crater where Luna Base had been, and smaller craters intersparsed amongst the densely populated cities. Almost as quickly as that had occurred came a view of a Starbase, its shields collapsing and being gutted by thousands of concentrated energy lances from the fleet of pyramid-like vessels.
"We can confirm Starbase One and Luna Base have been destroyed," said the reporter, paling to a tone unnatural for humans, "and that orbital bombardment has begun. Oh...I wish we still believed in Gods or something so I could scream at them...we're going to end up just like the Romulans! Glassed! We're all gonna die!"
The image cut away to an older man, "Now Diane is overreacting...the orbital bombardment seems limited to Starfleet Command and other heavy concentrations of Starfleet personel. It appears that we're facing an invasion and occupation..."
The image once again cut away. From the vast bays of the enemy fleet, tens of thousands of specks could be seen. The camera focused in upon them, udajeet death gliders and Ak'lesh bombers/troop transports. The gliders almost immediately took to harassing the few remaining shuttles that hadn't jumped to warp, and the larger Ak'leshes settled to the ground softly. Their ramps opened, and metallic armored troops began to pour out with what appeared to be staffs, and at the lead of each group was a black armored figure with no apparent weapons.
"We believe a group of Starfleet Security are about to launch an attack against the invaders."
The image switched back to the landing zone, bursts of phaser fire cut down several of the grey armored troops. Those remaining levelled their staffs in the direction of the phaser fire, and bursts of energy erupted from them. The moans of several Starfleet personel could be heard.
A few phaser blasts struck the black armored figure to no effect. He continued to stroll forward, uneffected, until he came upon the group of twenty Starfleet Security who were firing profusely onto him. He raised his arm, and at a rate of several a second, energy blasts erupted from his wrist, each catching a Starfleeter in the chest. In four seconds, it was over.
"That was very...disturbing," said the wizened anchor, "We can also tell you that every major city is reporting similar scenes of grey armored troops, lead by these black armored ones, marching through the streets engaging in a street to street battle style with Starfleet. Civilians are being given no quarter if they endevour to aid the embattled Starfleet personel, or if they take up arms on their own."
The image switched again, this time showing Earth orbit, with nearly two hundred more pyramid craft arriving. Each was disgorging even more udajeet death gliders and Ak'leshes to aid in the conquest.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you stay with us as we are trapped here reporting the first ground invasion Earth has suffered in the history of the Federation."
The image flicked off the viewscreen and a new one replaced it quickly, "You saw?"
"Yes sir Admiral, we all did," replied Captain Smith.
"We need to get back there," said Ross, "But we can't leave the line here underdefended. What if this is a ploy to-"
"With all due respect Admiral," said Captain Smith cutting in, "Anubis form of FTL is undetectable by us if he got a fleet to Earth without being spotted. This a nice defensive line, but for all we know they can just jump into it. Surely the Klingons, Dominion, Breen, Enchwa, Cardassians, and the Atlantians can hold it without us?"
"Most likely," said Ross with a nod, "I'll call Picard, have him take a fleet group to scout out the weaknesses in their coverage at Sol. Maybe he can contact Admiral Janeway on the ground, form a resistance."
"I doubt it sir," said Smith, eyes no longer looking up at the viewscreen, "I'd lay my odds Admiral Janeway was in Starfleet Command when it was destroyed."
Silence pervaded both Bridges for a moment before Ross spoke again, "Whatever happened to that young Captain that was afraid to speak back to legends?"
"I faced a God and lived Admiral," said Smith, referring to the Daemonicus role in Romulan space, "I met aliens of unprecedented power, I travelled to the future and back. I'm not who I was when this conflict began three years ago. Now, are we going to take back Earth, or just wait for Anubis to strike other Federation worlds?"
"You remind me of Sisko," muttered Ross as he punched a few lights on a console on his bridge, "The entire Federation portion of the Nuetral Zone Fleet is recieving orders to gather at Starbase 195. From there we'll organize to take back Earth. Now, I have to adress the fleet."
"Yes sir," said Smith as the screen went blank. He turned to his communications officer, "Put Admiral Ross through shipwide when he begins his message to the fleet."
It didn't take long, "This is Admiral Ross, to all Starfleet vessels. Some of you may have been monitoring the FNS, but for those of you who haven't, Anubis has struck Earth directly. Utopia Planetia, Mars, Luna Base, and the Starbases are all destroyed. Most of Starfleet's major groundside installations are also gone.
"However hope is not lost to us. The enemy is landing ground troops. They want to capture Earth, like they did Romulus, not destroy it. This means we can launch a counter strike before they move on to conquer other worlds.
"We cannot give up, will not give up. We will not fall into the long night of ignorance and slavery, we will survive this test of the Federation and her peoples. We will not forget those that have died, nor will we ever forget those who will die to liberate a planet from slavery.
"It is our duty, no, it is our moral obligation to go home to the seat of Federation power, the jewelled utopia where our races met for the first time to launch a dream of an alliance of peace and exploration, and liberate it. Then it is our duty to not surrender, and to drive Anubis back.
"May whatever deity you believe in bless you all. I'll see you at Starbase 195. Ross out."
The Federation ships began their jumps to warp speed, but as the Daemonicus was about to join them, it noticed a spatial anomaly forming in front of the Atlantian ships.
"Captain," said the communications officer, "We're recieving a short burst transmission from the Atlantian Flagship, the Dawn of Enlightement, they're saying they'll meet us at Starbase 195. They say we'll need their help to take back Earth."
"Send them a reply," began Smith.
"I can't sir," said the communications officer, gesturing to the viewscreen. The Atlantian ships had entered the spatial anomalies, and disappeared.
"Very well," said Smith, nodding to the conn station, "Set a course for Starbase 195, maximum warp."
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