Subject: FRONTIER: The Frozen Dreamer
> "We need to find the others," she reminded her double, and set off
> in search of their unseen, unheard comrades.
The trees seemed to grow still closer together as they moved on,
forming something akin to a cave. Joanna could tell that her companion
was growing ever-more apprehensive of their predicament. She reasoned
that in humans a condition known as claustrophobia might develop in
response to such dark and enclosed environments. However, their
android vision was able to penetrate the dense forest for a good
ninety-nine point six metres, and the light intensity was more than
A few dozen paces ahead, the path split into two. "We may cover more
ground if we separate," suggested Houston. Then she looked at her
mirror's dismayed expression and hastily added, "But perhaps we would
be safer together."
The left path turned out to be rather dull and uninteresting, although
there was the definite impression that they were making progress.
Houston suddenly heard a noise up ahead, a faint regular low-frequency
rhythm reminiscent of a heartbeat. A quick glance at m-Joanna
confirmed that they could both hear it. A human standing right here
with them probably wouldn't, however. Perhaps not even at the source
of the noise.
As they drew closer, Joanna analysed the characteristics of the noise,
accounted for the probable distance, and concluded that it was indeed
the heartbeat of an organic being. An exact identification of the
owner was not possible, given that the slow beat was an indication of
hibernative state. Also now audible was a faint respiration pattern,
also indicative of a deep sleep.
The next thing to be noticed was a heat signature approximately
fifty-seven point three metres ahead. An analysis of all the available
data strongly suggested that the life-signs were those of a human, or
perhaps some closely related race.
There was no additional light as they reached the source of the
life-sign, but both could clearly make out the barely-stirring form of
a human male enclosed by a glass-lidded metallic cylinder, evidently a
hibernation chamber of some kind.
"This does not fit with the rest of the setting. The technology is
just beyond even our own," commented Houston, examining the displays.
As she spoke, the readouts changed, indicating an increase in vital
signs towards waking point. "Our presence must have activated the
revival cycle. Whoever this is, he will wake in under five minutes."
m-Joanna stood in front of the cylinder, wiping dust and condensation
from the glass front. The man's face was clearly visible but she
couldn't identify him at all. He looked to be in his early fifties,
the first hints of gray showing throughout the otherwise dark hair and
beard. As she wiped more of the grime away, it became clear that he
was wearing a Starfleet uniform. m-Joanna discerned five pips on his
collar - a Commodore.
Houston spoke again, "According to the computer log, he was put into
hibernation twenty-six years four months ago. There are no personal
"I don't quite understand. Why would Q put this in if it's just an
"I do not know. However, I believe that our location is in fact quite
real. That carries the implication that Q merely transported us here."
As if on cue, the entity in question materialised before them in a
flash of light. "Merely transported you here? Don't I get any credit
for your armaments, your *revealing* armour?" He paused and looked at
the hibernation chamber. "Ah, I see you've found a friend in this
wilderness. Don't be too tempted by his phaser though... it's a little
empty after all these years."
"Q, would you be inclined to inform us his identity?" asked Houston.
"Mmmm... no. It'd spoil the surprise. You'll find out anyway in
another... thirty seconds." And he disappeared with a mock salute.
The figure started to move, breathing at an almost-normal rate. The
glass slid open. Abruptly he sat up and stretched his arms wide in the
air. He rubbed his eyes, then realised he wasn't alone. Struggling to
regain some semblance of normal vision, he squinted at the two
Then he said to Houston, "You're not Beverley."
Sam M. Edwards
[Captain] Will Ramsay, CO FRONTIER
[Cmdr] Caroline Ramsay, XO FRONTIER
[LtCmdr] Joanna Houston, aXO/tCMO FRONTIER
"The next time you go over my head, I'll have yours on a platter."
Commander Benjamin Sisko