The Destiny

Show Year: Y3

Rating: PG

-COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE-

This is a work of fan fiction and the characters and concepts of and the Gerry & Silva Anderson respectively. This story must not be sold or distributed for financial gain of any sort.

Prologue:

What happened to the Alphans and Moonbase Alpha? This story follows the Earth Starship Yorktown as it tries to answer these questions nearly 300 years after the moon left Earth's orbit. They will not only find those answers but will help Alpha's final destiny.

Chapter One

"Ship's log. One hundred and fifteen days of Mission Two Three Seven of Exploratory Vessel Yorktown. Ship date: March 14, 2267. After nearly two months without encountering even a meteor, our sensors have detected a large asteroid. While not much, it is something to explore."

Captain John Bellerson switched off the recorder and leaned back in his chair. It had been a long and tedious mission. In one hundred and fifteen days, they had explored one solar system. It had only two planets, both of which contained no intelligent life. "I'd like to see at least one alien before I die", Bellerson had always thought.

"Anything more on that asteroid?" he asked, looking over his left shoulder to the Science Station.

Science Officer Mukata leaned forward to study the sensor readouts, his dark face reflecting off the panel's surface.

"Nothing as of... Wait. I am picking up what appear to be artificial structures."

Bellerson spun around to face his science officer. "Artificial structures?"

"Yes. And I am now reading a minimal power source."

"Any signals?" Bellerson asked. "Signs for intelligent life?"

"No signals," replied Mukata. "But, most likely, there was intelligent life at one time, but I'm not picking up anything now."

Bellerson rubbed his chin. Get more sensor readings or explore the asterioid. After a moment, he touched a control on his chair arm. "Shuttle bay. Have a shuttle ready for immediate departure."

"Aye, Captain."

"Mr. Mukata, you're with me. Assign two security to the mission."

"Yes, sir."

"Mr. Johnson, you have the bridge."

Max Johnson, Bellerson's First Officer, stepped forward as Bellerson was vacating the center seat. Johnson was a striking figure, standing nearly seven feet tall.

"Captain, I must protest," said Johnson coolly, looking down at Bellerson.

"I know. I shouldn't go into an unknown situation. But this is my prerogative. Besides, if something happens to me, you're in command." Bellerson gave Johnson a playful punch on the shoulder.

Johnson didn't flinch. "Of course. Good luck."

The squat shuttle left the shuttle bay and headed for the asteroid. Bellerson looked out the shuttle's view port at the Yorktown. It was a sleek ship.

Not the biggest in the Earth's fleet, or the fastest, but it was a good ship.

"Bellerson to Yorktown."

"Yorktown here," came Johnson's voice.

"We are nearing the asteroid. It is strangely shaped. Part of it is round, like a moon. And other parts are jagged like an asteroid. It's almost as if it was a moon with part of it blown or town away."

"Yes, we're getting that on video."

"Actually, Captain, I think you could be right," said Mukata. "I believe it is, was, a moon."

"Captain, we are nearing the coordinates of the artificial structures," said the pilot.

The shuttle cleared the rim of a crater and there they were - the artificial structures. It looked like a base of some sort. The structures formed a circular pattern. They showed signs of severe damage, many of them torn open.

"Does that look like a landing pad?" Bellerson asked the pilot, pointing to a round structure with a flat surface.

"Yes, it does. Should I land there?"

"Go ahead. Yorktown, we are landing."

"Roger that, Captain."

The shuttle set down on the pad, its vertical lift engines billowing dust.

Four suited men stepped out of the shuttle onto the landing pad. The first thing they noticed was a structure pointing into space. Only it did not look as if it was designed that way.

"Yorktown," said Bellerson," we are looking at what appears to have been some kind of docking port. It looks as if it was originally designed to be retracted into the housing it's attached to. However, now the bottom part has been torn loose and it is bent upward. We can see what appears to be a large tube leading into the structure. We are going in."

"This is Yorktown. We copy."

The four men entered through the torn opening. The tube was long and disappeared into the darkness.

"Looks like we have a long walk," said Mukata.

Bellerson just nodded and led the way.

The tube was featureless save for regularly placed light ports, which were dark. The men walked and walked. They were beginning to think they would not find a thing. Finally, they saw what appeared to be a door.

"Mukata, what do you make of it?" asked Bellerson.

Mukata pulled out a scanner and began examining the door.

"This is odd," frowned Mukata. "This door is made of titanium."

"Titanium?" asked Bellerson. "That's an Earth alloy. Hasn't been used for decades."

"Yes. However, the only way we're going to get through is to cut it."

"Go ahead."

Mukata pulled a laser from his belt and aimed it at the door. The beam easily cut through. Within seconds, the door fell into the tube. The four men climbed through.

The corridor they entered was wide. It continued a few feet and then split into a four-way intersection. In the middle of the intersection was a square pillar. Each side of the pillar was identical. There were several buttons, a small screen, and a clock.

"Yorktown," said Bellerson, "we are looking at what appears to be some kind of communication device or computer station. It has several buttons, a screen, and a clock. The clock is twelve hour."

"Twelve hour, Captain?" asked Johnson, a little surprised.

"Yes. Just like on Earth." Bellerson looked around. "Something seems too familiar about this. Max, do a records search. See if you can find anything that's been encountered before that matches the design of this place."

"Right away, Captain."

"Mukata."

"Yes, sir?"

"Where do you think the operations center might be?"

"Well, judging by the circular design, at the center." Mukata made a complete circle, scanner in front. "This way," he said, indicating a corridor.

As they walked, they noticed the corridor was in bad shape. Cables hung from the ceiling. Walls were blown out, exposing the rooms behind them. Some of the rooms were exposed to space. They came across several more of the communication posts. Many of them were toppled over.

Mukata stopped. "I believe we have found the operations center," he said looking above a set of double doors.

Bellerson looked up. Above the door, in English, were the words

"Command Center".

"Yorktown to Bellerson. Yorktown to Bellerson," came Johnson's excited voice. Bellerson knew he had found something interesting. Johnson never gets excited.

"This is Bellerson. Go ahead."

"Captain. You are standing on Moonbase Alpha!"

Bellerson continued looking at the legend above the door. "Yes. We know."