Star Trek: Terra Alpha

Dominus' Baseship --

The Command Deck was a flurry of activity, Ajem'dasis acolytes and Scions crew were preparing for the assault on the small planetary system, it didn't even really have a name in the Federation database, as the primary civilization was pre-warp but they had regressed from a nearly space faring civilization to one that entirely rejected that and even stopped air travel, going backwards technologically. The only thing they kept out of their 'old' technology were firearms. They were almost a caveman like race that wiped out a tribe a year and then repopulated because they would have a baby boom and then it would cycle and continue. The Federation didn't care to really keep tabs on them and they even murdered a few survey teams. There was nothing really noteworthy about them, even mineral wise, but the world did have the elements Dominus required and the three planets in the system would be quite useful. But they needed to wipe out the main planet to ensure that they could mine the remainder of the world once it was cracked open.

Dominus was sitting in his command chair and watching the prep, he was smoking a vape pen and sipping a glass of wine. The actress he had sex with earlier had relaxed him considerably, even though she was in the infirmary.

"Father, have Kinsey and Jack arrived?" Ophelia said as she looked around after she got out of the turbolift.

"Over there." Dominus pointed his finger to a side console and raised an eyebrow. "Did you change clothes again?"

"I was cold." Ophelia said simply. "The whole ship is cold. Why?"

"Must be engineering using the power for the mining systems." Dominus mused. "Calhoun... prepare yourself. Jack... assist your wife." he gave Kinsey a look. "Make it quick... painless or not doesn't matter, dead is dead after all."

“Don't rush me.” Kinsey snapped as she took position in front of the view screen. His vape pen was getting on her nerves the scent was strong and not one she found pleasant. It was giving her headache which made her moody. “Loose the vape its distracting.”

"It's the only thing keeping me from giving everyone electric shocks. Unless you like big frizzy hair." Dominus said as he took a final drag and put it in his pocket. "It's a now extinct herb, keeps my bio-electrical field controlled when I'm overly relaxed." he chuckled lightly. "I can see why my counterpart liked you... you don't have a single iota of fear and you give no fucks. Who knew that I should have been working with Kinseys instead of fucking them?"

Kinsey rolled her eyes as she turned back to the view screen.

“Ready,” She asked Jack giving him a small smile.

"Ready."Jack said as he touched his head and closed his eyes. "I'm telepathically numbing the population. Savage is right. It's like working with a race of cavemen. And I thought Marines were simple minded..." he muttered.

"Then proceed." Dominus ordered. "Mining teams... once the planet is open, you have a limited window to extract the core into the storage unit."

“Don’t linger to long.” Kinsey warned Jack softly.

Kinsey closed her eyes and envisioned the planet in her hands. Breathing in and out slowly she cleared her mind focusing only on the planet’s surface. She could feel the mountain, the trees, and the oceans in her mind. The leaves on the trees and the sands on the beaches it was as if she were standing right on the planet.

Spinning the invisible planet in her hands she dug deeper along the fault lines down to the magma pockets then deeper. When Kinsey found the weakness she was looking for her fingers stopped moving. She adjusted her grip and pulled.

The planet’s surface shook violently, and volcanos erupted as it was pulled a part slowly. Cracks formed along the planets center exploding out from its core. Kinsey gritted her teeth as she put all her strength into pulling. Blood trickled from her noose and the corner of an eye as she pulled harder until finally the planet gave way.

“Kinsey,” A voice whispered in her mind, beckoning.

Her eyes opened; the irises completely black.

“Kinsey,” A different voice called to her drawing her mind closer.

“Kill them.” Another demanded.

“Kill all of them.”

“Invaders.”

Kinsey turned to face Dominus, the bridge crew turning with her, her mind already in theirs. They stepped away from their consoles and drew their weapons.

“Kill him.” The voices demanded.

“K’n’zy.” A familiar voice called to her from the distance. “K’n’zy. Rest now.”

“Papa?” Kinsey said softly as her vision grew dark and she collapsed to the floor.

The bridge crew shook their heads and holstered their weapons, confused. Without a word they stepped back to their stations Dominus, fixated on the planet and Kinsey and thankfully not on their treasonous act.

Dominus smiled as he saw the planet fissure and split, the mining drones and beams attacking the planet and the core being extracted while it was still somewhat liquid and contained in a special set of containers.

"Excellent work... excellent work." Dominus said with a slow clap of his hands and then raised his eyebrow as she collapsed.

"Kinsey..." Jack ran to her side. "She's passed out... but there's something else. Taking her back to our room." he said and picked her up.

"Of course, your work is done here for now." Dominus gestured to the door.

He watched the view screen and clasped his hands behind his back. "Only four more to go."

The helmsman yelped in alarm, "My Lord, there's a massive sub-space surge. Judging by the signature it's a fleet of cloaked ships!"

On the viewscreen space rippled and five alien looking ships with the Vindicator mixed in appeared. The viewscreen switched to the interiors of two of the ships with Bellatrix sitting in the command seat of one of the wedge shaped ships, and Ian in Vindicator's command chair.

"Hello Dominus," Bellatrix said with a malicious grin. "What are you playing at this time?"

"Oh just cracking another planet so we can keep this base ship and your lovely fleet powered." Dominus said as he stood up. "I love the new ship. About bloody time they were ready eh? Do we have the numbers to execute your plan now? Or do we need to... conscript more?"

"150,000 clone troopers, five hundred starships, and another 5,000 acolytes of varying skill. Some will no doubt prove useful as cannon fodder, but a kliden is a terrifying weapon, so even in death they shall prove useful."