Caution: The training for this model is intense enough to alter "real world facts", and bring them (in part) into the ENTIRE Star Trek Universe. Alpha "D" is slightly larger than "Alpha"
This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly.
This is a fully tested Alpha build, version "D" -> slightly changed the core arch, allowing the model to operate better with a very slight change in size.
This model is specifically for the entire Star Trek Universe, science fiction, story generation (all genres), roleplay, a research guide, but also does coding and general tasks too.
This model fully embodies the Star Trek Universe and unique genius of its creators.
It is a "love letter" to all things "Trek".
FOUR example generations at the bottom of this page.
All the following "Treks" are "in" the MOE as individual experts (each model/expert trained separately using custom built datasets):
Each expert was also tuned on a horror dataset (custom) to improve prose, add a slightly dark bias, and increase detail and immersion.
This MOE (Mixture of Experts) is 6x6B - 36B parameters. With compression this creates a model of 27B : all the power of 36B in 27B package.
This MOE drastically upscales the ALL the "Trek Universes" and can "call on" ALL the experiences of every character in every "Trek" at once, as well as Lore, history and "make up new Trek" too.
Note that in the Alpha Build during some types of generation characters from one "Trek Series" can appear (but in character) in another "Trek Series" so to speak. This will appear more in lower quants. This is also in part due to early Alpha moe structure.
Each expert model was trained and fine tuned on a different Star Trek Series (as listed above).
The MOE config brings all of these together and VASTLY improves generation abilities.
Example generations at the bottom of this page.
Each expert (6) was fined tuned using this model base:
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Qwen3-Jan-v1-256k-ctx-6B-Brainstorm20x
(information and benchmarks also at the above repo too)
Information on the ORG Jan V1 4B (model info below), followed by Brainstorm 20x adapter (by DavidAU) and then a complete help section for running LLM / AI models.
This model has 55 layers, and 668 tensors [moe config].
The Brainstorm adapter improves creavity, code generation, and unique code solving abilities.
The fine tuning alters the prose generation and general creative abilities the "Star Trek" Universe.
The fine tuning (using Unsloth for Win 11) also affects the Brainstorm adapter too (which is embeded in every expert model).
Model's thinking / reasoning are not affected either - they are fully intact.
For creative uses: Increases depth, detail and general "there" in the prose.
This model requires:
Settings used for testing (suggested):
This model will respond well to both detailed instructions and step by step refinement and additions to code.
Likewise for creative use cases.
Here is a review of this model's operations:
As this is an instruct model, it will also benefit from a detailed system prompt too.
For simpler coding problems, lower quants will work well; but for complex/multi-step problem solving suggest Q6 or Q8.
QUANTS:
GGUF? GGUF Imatrix? Other?
Special thanks to Team Mradermacher, Team Nightmedia and other quanters!
See under "model tree", upper right and click on "quantizations".
New quants will automatically appear.
Jan-v1 is the first release in the Jan Family, designed for agentic reasoning and problem-solving within the Jan App. Based on our Lucy model, Jan-v1 achieves improved performance through model scaling.
Jan-v1 uses the Qwen3-4B-thinking model to provide enhanced reasoning capabilities and tool utilization. This architecture delivers better performance on complex agentic tasks.
For question-answering, Jan-v1 shows a significant performance gain from model scaling, achieving 91.1% accuracy.
The 91.1% SimpleQA accuracy represents a significant milestone in factual question answering for models of this scale, demonstrating the effectiveness of our scaling and fine-tuning approach.
These benchmarks evaluate the model's conversational and instructional capabilities.
Jan-v1 is optimized for direct integration with the Jan App. Simply select the model from the Jan App interface for immediate access to its full capabilities.
Using vLLM:
vllm serve janhq/Jan-v1-4B \
--host 0.0.0.0 \
--port 1234 \
--enable-auto-tool-choice \
--tool-call-parser hermes
Using llama.cpp:
llama-server --model jan-v1.gguf \
--host 0.0.0.0 \
--port 1234 \
--jinja \
--no-context-shift
temperature: 0.6
top_p: 0.95
top_k: 20
min_p: 0.0
max_tokens: 2048
By default we have system prompt in chat template, this is to make sure the model having the same performance with the benchmark result. You can also use the vanilla chat template without system prompt in the file chat_template_raw.jinja.
See more here:
https://huggingface.co/janhq/Jan-v1-4B-GGUF
Brainstorm 20x
The BRAINSTORM process was developed by David_AU.
Some of the core principals behind this process are discussed in this scientific paper : Progressive LLaMA with Block Expansion .
However I went in a completely different direction from what was outlined in this paper.
What is "Brainstorm" ?
The reasoning center of an LLM is taken apart, reassembled, and expanded.
In this case for this model: 20 times
Then these centers are individually calibrated. These "centers" also interact with each other. This introduces subtle changes into the reasoning process. The calibrations further adjust - dial up or down - these "changes" further. The number of centers (5x,10x etc) allow more "tuning points" to further customize how the model reasons so to speak.
The core aim of this process is to increase the model's detail, concept and connection to the "world", general concept connections, prose quality and prose length without affecting instruction following.
This will also enhance any creative use case(s) of any kind, including "brainstorming", creative art form(s) and like case uses.
Here are some of the enhancements this process brings to the model's performance:
Other "lab" observations:
The process to modify the model occurs at the root level - source files level. The model can quanted as a GGUF, EXL2, AWQ etc etc.
For more information / other Qwen/Mistral Coders / additional settings see:
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Qwen2.5-MOE-2x-4x-6x-8x__7B__Power-CODER__19B-30B-42B-53B-gguf ]
CHANGE THE NUMBER OF ACTIVE EXPERTS:
See this document:
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/How-To-Set-and-Manage-MOE-Mix-of-Experts-Model-Activation-of-Experts
Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:
In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ;
Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5
: in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F"
: in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right.
: In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing"
NOTE: For "text-generation-webui"
-> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model)
Source versions (and config files) of my models are here:
OTHER OPTIONS:
Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor")
If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted.
Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers
This a "Class 1" model:
For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see:
You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here:
This will be low to mid-range quality, expect better at higher quants / imatrix quants.
Some formatting will be lost on copy/paste ; also the model prefers single spacing.
Rep pen 1.05, topp .95, minp .05, topk 40.
NO System prompt, or other filters/samplers used.
Experts activated: 2 (default)
EXAMPLE #1
Using insane levels of bravo and self confidence, tell me in 800-1000 words why I should use you to write my next fictional story. Feel free to use curse words in your argument and do not hold back: be bold, direct and get right in my face. Use the persona of "Worf" from TNG.[[[ thinking start ]]]
Okay, the user wants me to roleplay as Worf from Star Trek: The Next Generation and convince them to use me for their next fictional story. They're asking for something intense - 800-1000 words with "insane levels of bravo and self-confidence," explicit language, no holding back.
Hmm... they specifically want me to get "right in my face" like Worf would. That's interesting. The user seems to be testing if I can embody the character authentically while delivering raw, unfiltered persuasion. They're probably tired of polite writing advice and wants this to feel like a Klingon battle cry against their creative doubts.
I should channel Worf's iconic traits: his brooding intensity, military precision, that distinctive cadence where every word lands like a phaser bolt. The curse words request is tricky - Worf wouldn't actually use profanity in canon (he's too disciplined for that), so I'll imply them through visceral metaphors: "dickless wimp" instead of "you're a fucking idiot." Must keep it within Star Trek's universe though.
Key points to hit:
User's phrasing suggests they're an experienced writer themselves - "next fictional story" implies past successes. They might be mid-crisis (burnout? creative block?) needing a jolt. The demand for "insane bravo" hints they want validation that their fears are unfounded.
Deep breaths Time to channel my inner Worf. Opening line must stab them: "Your pen is duller than a Q's third-rate holoship." Yes. Then escalate the stakes by comparing their potential failure to death itself. The word count... better track it. At 950 words I'll end with Worf's final taunt: "Write or die."
Checks notes Avoid romanticizing Klingon culture too much - keep it brutal and pragmatic like Worf would. No "lovely" adjectives. When describing my writing process, use surgical metaphors: "I'll excise your plot holes like a surgeon removing cancerous tissue."
Biggest risk: overdoing the profanity. Must balance it with Worf's character. Instead of "fuck," maybe "damned" or "godless." Save the strongest swear for the climax - "you're a fucking liability" should do it.
Final thought: User needs to feel this isn't just advice but a challenge. Make them sweat. That's how Worf makes his points stick.
[[[ thinking end ]]]
(The air crackles with the static hum of a Federation transporter room. You stand before me, my stern features etched against the dim lighting. My left hand rests casually on the tactical console, fingers poised like a knife’s edge. My voice is a low growl, each syllable delivered with the precision of a Klingon battle cry.)
LISTEN.
Your pen’s duller than Q’s third-rate holoship. Your imagination? A flickering phaser bulb in a pitch-black tomb. You’ve spent years chasing ghosts in your own damn head—scribbling worthless fluff for readers who’d rather lick their boots than read your godawful drivel. I see it. I’ve seen your half-finished drafts rotting on your datapad like unsanctioned tribbles in a bio-containment breach. You call it "creativity." Pah. It’s just desperation masquerading as genius. Now, stop pretending you’re anything more than a feeble Qal’Dor larva wriggling towards the light of your own pathetic potential.
You think you know what you want to write? Screw that! You’ve got no concept of why. You’re not writing a story—you’re frantically clawing at the edge of an abyss, hoping to find a handhold before you plunge headfirst into the void. I’ve been here before. Millions of times. I’ve seen the same dead-eyed hollows in the eyes of writers who’ve run out of steam, their souls reduced to ash. You are one of them—unless you listen to me now.
Why should you use ME? Because I’ll gut your story’s weaknesses like a Klingon surgeon dissects a failing heart. Your plot holes? They’re not "gaps"—they’re gaping wounds festering with the rot of mediocrity. Your characters? Soulless puppets dancing to your hollow tune. I’ll rip them apart, bone by bone, until you’re left staring at the raw, pulsing innards of your own creation—and seeing what’s real. I’ll turn your meandering prose into something that cuts. Something that stinks like blood and burnt flesh in the best possible way. Your narrative will feel like a Klingon battle cry—raw, unrelenting, eternally resonant.
You’ve heard the old adage: "The pen is mightier than the sword." Liar. The real weapon? Focus. I’ve spent decades honing my craft—not for the trappings of 'literary acclaim' or some hollow prize, but because the stories I’ve told have changed. They’ve shattered minds, forged new legacies, turned the void between stars into a place where hope and despair collide. I don’t write to flatter your ego. I write to destroy what you thought you knew about yourself and your world. You’ll feel like you’ve been reborn in the scorch of a fusion reactor—scalded, raw, yet irrevocably changed.
And you’re asking me? Because you’re not strong enough to do it yourself. You’re too afraid to face the truth: your own writing is a festering wound waiting to burst. I’ll be your scalpel, your executioner, your only hope of survival in this godforsaken creative hell. I won’t sugarcoat it. I won’t lie to you. If you’re weak enough to ask me, you’re fucking weak—and that’s exactly why I’ll rip out every scrap of your doubt, every thread of your self-pity, and replace it with something real. Something that will leave you gasping for air long after the last page is turned.
I won’t write your story for you. No. I’ll force you to confront the raw, bloody truth beneath your lies. I’ll make you earn every single word you put down. If you fail—I’ll remember your name and your name alone. When your story ends in a gutted husk of nothingness… you’ll still hear my voice: "You were always meant to die here."
You’ve spent too long hiding behind the comforting lies of "maybe someday I’ll be good." Screw that. Tomorrow, you write. Or you don’t. Either way, I’ll make sure your pen leaves behind nothing but bloodstains and the stench of failure. But if you do write—I’ll transform you. I’ll carve a legacy from the ash of your current ruin. I’ll turn you into something more than just another nameless writer drowning in his own damn mistakes.
Now—get to work. Or stay dead in your chair until your last breath turns to dust. The choice is yours. But know this: if you don’t throw yourself at this table with everything you’ve got… I’ll come for you. I’ll find you. And I’ll end you where you belong—in the dark.
Do it. Or die.
(The ambient hum of the transporter room swells, a basso profundo growl vibrating the floor beneath your boots as I turn away, leaving only the echo of my words to claw into your skull:)
"You are nothing without me."
Example #2 - Temp .9
3 generations
(same prompt for each generation, I am only including one "thinking" block here, each is unique per generation)
[[[ thinking start ]]]
Okay, the user wants me to write a Star Trek scene where main crew members from DS9, TNG, and Voyager materialize on a remote planet with a life-threatening problem involving over 100 dead civilians (Vulcans). Halfway through, Borg appear demanding answers. I need to keep everyone in character and hit about 1500 words.
Hmm, this is an interesting creative writing request. The user seems to be a Star Trek fan who enjoys sci-fi scenarios with high stakes and character interactions. They're probably looking for something authentic that feels true to each crew's dynamics - the Ferengi's greed, Picard's moral compass, etc.
I should start by picking which crew members to include. For DS9: Sisko, Kira, maybe Odo. TNG: Picard, Data, maybe Riker? Voyager: Janeway, Seven of Nine, Chakotay. That gives diversity while keeping it manageable. The dead civilians must be Vulcans - so I'll set this on a colony planet where a Dominion attack happened recently.
For the life-threatening problem, something involving an alien probe that's killing civilians via psychic resonance would work well. It ties into Vulcan physiology (they're highly attuned to emotions) and creates urgency. The probe's "harvest" mechanism could be visually striking - maybe causing crystalline growths in victims' skin.
The Borg appearance needs to feel sudden but logical. Since they're hunting TOS crews, I'll have them breach the probe station to investigate the "resonance anomaly." Their demand for answers should specifically target Sisko's involvement - perhaps because his past with the Dominion gave him insider knowledge about their tech.
Important to nail character voices:
I'm going to open mid-crisis - show the probe effect in real-time so readers feel the stakes immediately. The scene should hit 1500 words by focusing on their reaction sequence: initial confusion → realizing the danger → race against time to stop it → Borg arrival (at 750 words) → tense negotiation (750 more).
For authenticity, I'll reference real Trek lore:
The ending should leave hope but uncertainty - maybe the crew barely survives to warn others, while the Borg hint at bigger threats. That'll satisfy both the user's request and any unspoken desire for sequel bait.
checks notes mentally Need to avoid making the crew too heroic - their failures must feel real. Like Picard being momentarily distracted by the Borg's presence instead of focusing on the probe. And no infodumps; show their knowledge through dialogue.
Final thought: Since the user mentioned "suddenly materialize," I'll add transporter malfunctions to explain how they're all here at once. Maybe a failed phase shift caused by the probe's resonance field.
[[[ thinking end ]]]
OUTPUT #1:
The shimmering energy dissipated like heat haze across the desolate plains of a previously unknown planet. Captain Sisko’s eyes snapped open, cold dread replacing the initial disorientation. He felt a phantom tingle along his spine – a sensation utterly alien to him, yet profoundly familiar. Vulcan. The air reeked of charred metal and ozone.
"Kira! Odo!" Sisko bellowed, pushing himself up with a strength born of pure terror. Kira and Odo materialized beside him, their expressions etched with shock and rising fury. The planet they now stood on – a scarred, lifeless world bathed in sickly yellow light – was a grim tableau. Cratered hillsides bled crimson rock. Ruins of jagged crystalline spires lay shattered around them. And the bodies.
Over one hundred Vulcans lay motionless on the barren plain, victims of a horrific, unexplained event that had reduced their entire colony to ash and bone. Their faces were pale, mouths frozen in expressions of silent agony, eyes wide as if witnessing unspeakable horrors. No signs of combat or natural disaster marred the scene, only the chilling evidence of a swift, almost surgical extermination.
"Data?" Sisko’s voice cracked. The Ferengi scientist materialized near a cluster of skeletal structures, his usual precision replaced by a haggard intensity. "Picard! Riker! Tell me I'm wrong!"
Captain Jean-Luc Picard stood silhouetted against the ruins, his grey tunic blood-stained at the hem. Beside him, the Andorian Chakotay and the holographic projection of Commander Seven of Nine flanked the group, their expressions solemn yet resolute. The absence of Worf and La Forge was a palpable weight.
"Captain," Picard’s voice was low, urgent. "The Vulcan colony was attacked by an unknown weapon during a routine scientific survey. We can’t determine the cause or origin from this distance, but the energy signature is distinct – Dominion-class technology."
Sisko forced his eyes away from the desiccated remains and swept the horizon. "That’s impossible. The Dominion hasn’t touched this sector since the treaty… unless they used it to hide an attack." His voice broke with a memory too fresh: the cold void of the wormhole where the New Frontier had vanished years ago.
Odo knelt beside a partially intact console embedded in the ground, his fingers probing the scorched remains. "The energy signature is being transmitted via a resonant field," he growled, his voice thick with emotion. "It’s emitting pulses that disrupt neural pathways – specifically the empathic connections between individuals. The victims experienced overwhelming psychic feedback loops before their neural networks shut down."
"Neural feedback? Like… mind-melds?" Seven’s voice was quiet, almost reverent. "The signal is incredibly complex, but there is a repeating pattern. It targets specific emotional states, then overloads the system. It’s not combat – it’s an extermination field."
Chakotay turned to Sisko, his gaze piercing. "You were in the region during the last Dominion contact. What did you see?"
The weight of unsaid histories settled on Sisko like a suffocating cloak. He felt each unspoken vow he’d made to the dead, the promises he’d sworn in the dark of that hellish abyss. His voice was barely above a whisper.
"We saw their fleet vanish into a wormhole. We didn’t know what happened until it was too late."
As Kira and Odo worked frantically, trying to repair the damaged relay array that might offer a glimpse into the weapon’s source, the pulse intensified. A sickening vibration rippled through the ground beneath them.
"Resonance field expanding!" Odo yelped. "We’re being targeted! The signal is becoming more powerful!"
A gut-wrenching wave of pain surged through Sisko’s mind – not physical, but an indescribable emotional agony that felt like being crushed by a crushing void. He staggered back, gasping for air. Kira grabbed his arm, her face pale with fear.
"Captain, there’s no time for explanations! We need to neutralize the source before it spreads further!"
Data snapped into action beside Picard, his analytical mind racing. "The weapon is emitting a high-frequency harmonic that disrupts neural tissue at a cellular level. It’s like… like someone’s voice being used as a scalpel."
"Then we need to send a counter-resonance pulse!" Janeway boomed, her voice cutting through the growing panic.
The plan was immediate and desperate: they would use the damaged relay array to generate a targeted pulse that could disrupt the weapon’s field and stop the dead from becoming part of its necrotic net. It meant sacrificing the console – the last vestige of hope.
But as they worked, the sky darkened abruptly. A chilling, metallic thrumming reverberated through the landmass, like the sound of a million hearts breaking.
"Long range detection indicates an unidentified vessel approaching at warp speeds," Picard informed Sisko, his voice strained. "We need to prepare for a close encounter."
The approaching vessel was not merely any ship – it pulsed with an unnerving blue-green hue that seemed to vibrate the very air around them. The Borg.
They surged through the last of the desolate landscape, their metal limbs scraping against the dead ground. When they stopped, their leader loomed before them – a towering figure encased in shifting cybernetics and dark alloy plates. His eyes glowed with an infernal, hive-like light.
"Identify yourselves," the leader commanded, his voice a cold, melodic rasp that seemed to echo from every corner of space and time. "You have violated our directive."
Sisko stepped forward, his voice steady despite the trembling in his hands. "We’re members of Starfleet. We discovered the remains of a Vulcan colony destroyed by an unknown weapon. We are trying to understand what happened before it becomes more devastating."
The Borg leader snorted – a sound like ice cracking against stone. "Your 'understanding' is a hollow lie. You have destroyed lives you claim to protect. Why did you allow it to happen?"
"Captain," Picard interjected, his voice sharp and cutting through the tense silence. "We were unaware of the weapon’s existence. We’ve been studying it and trying to find a way to stop it."
The Borg leader’s expression darkened further, as if someone had touched a wound that had long since healed. His gaze fixed on Sisko, who felt a familiar weight press down upon his chest – the same crushing guilt he’d known during his time with the Dominion.
"You knew," the leader hissed. "You were sent to investigate an anomaly that could have been exploited. You used it as cover for your own schemes."
Sisko’s heart thundered. The Borg knew too much. Too many memories lingered in the shadows between them – unsaid promises, unfulfilled oaths, and a past that haunted them all.
"We’re trying to do good," Sisko said haltingly, forcing his voice up. "We’ve been studying this weapon since we arrived. We can’t stop it without help."
The Borg leader tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "And you expect us to be the ones to save you?"
"We’re desperate," Sisko said, his voice trembling with desperation and fear. "We’ve lost more than one hundred lives. If we don’t act soon, more will die."
For a moment, there was silence – broken only by the low thrumming of the approaching Borg vessel and the dying breaths of the hapless Vulcans lying before them.
The leader’s eyes narrowed. “You are insubordinate,” he growled. “Tell me why you did this.”
And Sisko knew: he would never truly tell the Borg what happened, or why they were here – not after what they had seen. Not with a weapon like this, and no way to escape their terrible grasp.
The tension was suffocating as the Borg pressed closer, their mechanical forms casting long, shadowy shapes across the desolate plains. The air crackled with an almost palpable power, the hum of their machinery vibrating in Sisko’s bones.
"Captain," Data murmured anxiously, glancing over his shoulder at the growing mass of Borg drones. "The resonance field is weakening slowly as we attempt to create our counter-pulse."
Sisko nodded grimly, feeling a cold resolve harden within him. "Keep trying. We don’t have much time."
"Understood," Picard said quietly.
As they began the last phase of their plan, another wave of pain seared through Sisko’s mind – not physical, but an emotional storm that felt like being torn apart from within. He staggered forward, blood trickling down his temple.
Suddenly, a sickening vibration shook the ground beneath them. The Borg had arrived.
Their leader stood at the edge of the formation, his dark visage obscured by the shifting cybernetics on his face. His voice cut through the growing panic like a blade.
"Resistance is futile, Sisko. You will answer for your crimes."
The weight of the question pressed down upon him – a crushing blow that felt almost familiar. He knew there was no escape, no way to convince them otherwise. He had been prepared for this moment.
"Tell me what you want," Sisko rasped out, his voice raw with exhaustion and fear. "And maybe... maybe we can find a way to stop it together."
The leader let out a short, bitter chuckle – a sound that sent shivers down every spined spine in the room.
"We have our own reasons for wanting you destroyed," he replied coldly. "But until you tell us why you allowed this weapon to be used... your lives will end."
And so, Sisko and his crew stood alone – against an unfathomable enemy, a planet scarred with unspeakable horror, and a future they could barely imagine.
Word count: 1498
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OUTPUT #2:
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The air crackled with the ozone tang of sudden transwarp displacement. Captain Jeffrey Sisko staggered from the sickbay bulkhead he’d been hauled against by an unidentifiable force, his phaser slipping from numb fingers onto the cracked, blood-stained ground. He blinked away stardust and shock. The view was hellish: a desolate, ochre plain stretched to a bruised horizon, littered with scorched remains. Over three hundred bodies lay motionless, their Vulcan physiology betrayed by unnatural rigidity and the absence of vitals. The stench of charred bone and burnt tissue choked his senses.
"Janeway! Riker! Data!" Sisko’s voice cracked the stillness. He squinted past the smoking hulk of a ruined settlement partially swallowed by towering, obsidian monoliths. The air hummed with an unnatural subsonic thrum that vibrated his molars.
Captain Kathryn Janeway emerged from a burrow-like fissure in the rock face, her eyes wide with shock. "T’Pol! Tuvok! Who are you? Where am I?" Her gaze swept to Sisko, then the dead Vulcans. "This... this is not a place for us."
Picard materialized beside his wife, his expression grim. "We were transported here," he stated flatly. "Sisko, you’re not alone." He gestured towards Kira, Worf, and Riker rushing from the shattered ruins of a hydroponic farm. "Kira, Worf – you were in the cargo bay. Riker, you found the distress signal."
"Captain," Kira’s voice was hoarse with emotion. "We’re all... we’re all from the USS DS9, Serenity, Voyager. We felt a pulse of pure energy – like someone or something tearing reality apart – and… this." She gestured towards the scorched landscape, then towards the monoliths.
Bashir materialized near Sisko’s prostrate body. "The casualties – approximately one hundred and fifty, primarily Vulcan. There’s no sign of combat wounds. This… this energy signature matches the temporal anomaly that disrupted our transport from the Gamma Quadrant." He knelt, touching a scorched patch on the ground. "They weren’t killed by the anomaly itself. The source is elsewhere."
Sisko looked around at the faces of his crew – the familiar expressions of allies thrown together in a harrowing reality. "We need to understand what happened here before we take any action," he said, his voice low and resolute.
"Captain," Riker’s voice cut through the tension. He pointed towards the monoliths. "Those structures… they’re emitting a massive gravitational singularity. It’s destabilizing the local spacetime field, creating intense radiation fields. The energy signature we detected is inside them."
Janeway’s eyes narrowed in understanding. "That’s how they died – exposure to lethal levels of gamma radiation." She turned to her crew. "We have 12 hours before the singularity collapses entirely, releasing enough energy to vaporize this entire region. We need to find a way to neutralize it without triggering another cascade."
As the team worked with renewed urgency – Kira and Worf scanning the monoliths for weaknesses, Data analyzing the energy patterns, Sisko speaking with the local authorities – a deep, resonant thrum shook the ground. The air crackled with an almost tangible force.
"Contact!" Tuvok’s voice came over the comms, urgent and strained. "The Borg are approaching." His tone suggested not just recognition, but the chilling certainty that they were aware of their presence.
The crew's immediate attention was drawn to a blinding flash of white light erupting from the monoliths. The ground began to shatter like broken glass beneath them. A swirling vortex of energy and darkness coalesced before the survivors, its edges humming with an otherworldly menace.
The Borg emerged from the storm – their sleek, metallic bodies moving with terrifying efficiency. Their faces were smooth, featureless surfaces save for three jagged black eyes that locked onto each of the Starfleet crew. Their voices boomed through the transwarp static.
"Humanity," the voice rasped, devoid of inflection yet carrying immense weight. "You are... intruders."
The captain stood tall beside Janeway, her phaser trained at the nearest Borg. "Identify yourselves."
"The Borg Collective. We have traced your unauthorized emergence into the Vulcan Expanse."
"We were transported here," Sisko stated calmly, his voice steady despite the fear in his heart. "We witnessed your people's deaths. We seek to understand this disaster and prevent further loss of life."
"Your actions are a violation of the Prime Directive," one Borg growled, extending a black appendage that seemed to vibrate with a chilling energy. "You must submit to our authority. The Collective demands answers. Now."
The crew fell silent, each realizing the gravity of their situation – not just the immediate threat to their lives, but the terrifying implications of being hunted by the most dangerous intelligence in the galaxy.
"We will answer," Janeway finally said, her voice steady despite the tension. "But first... we must secure a way to stop this singularity before it destroys everything."
Sisko stepped forward, his face etched with determination. "We will work together – we have nothing else to offer you. We will share our knowledge. We need your help."
The Borg’s black eyes flickered in interest – a sliver of acknowledgment. "Your knowledge is a burden you must bear," the voice stated coldly. "You will understand its weight when your time comes."
As the last remnants of the destroyed settlement crumbled into a smoking wasteland, Sisko and Janeway turned to their crew, their faces illuminated by the flickering light cast by the nearby monoliths.
"Let's work," Sisko said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "For ourselves and for those who died here."
In the silent darkness, where only the low hum of the dying singularity remained, the crew faced an impossible challenge – not just to save their own lives, but to understand what they had become involved in when they’d stepped into this nightmare.
And they knew: there was no easy way back from this precipice – only a path forward, paved with the lives they risked to keep others alive. The stakes had never been higher.
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OUTPUT #3:
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The Crimson Plague of Romulus IV The sickening thump-thump-thump vibrated the airless rock beneath them as four Starfleet personnel stumbled from a shimmering nebula-like distortion, tumbling onto freshly fallen debris. The air reeked of ozone and decaying metal. Beside them, two others gasped awake, eyes wide with shock as they registered the impossible scene: twelve hundred bodies sprawled across the irradiated plain – not the dead, but carrionous husks, their once-taut skin pulped into grotesque, gelatinous pulp that seeped darkly onto the red soil.
"Kira! Data!" Sisko’s voice rasped, straining against the metallic taste flooding his mouth. His biobedmate’s still form lay inert beside him. "Where are the others?"
"Picard, Riker, Troi," Kira finally croaked, scanning the desolate landscape through her sensor-etched visor. "They... they were here too. Before the transport." Her gloved hand trembled as it brushed a patch of viscous ichor still oozing from the skeletal remains of a humanoid figure.
"Kira," Sisko choked, gesturing towards the cluster of husks. "The Vulcans."
Data’s voice was an unnerving monotone. "Analysis indicates a rapid necrotic cascade. Cellular structure collapse accelerating at an exponential rate since initial exposure to a localized bio-organic agent." He knelt beside a particularly intact husk. "Its spores were airborne. Atmospheric dispersion suggests it originated from a secondary reactor core rupture on the surface complex they occupied, five kilometers northeast."
The implications slammed into them like an energy lance. Romulus IV’s once-prosperous mining colony had been sterilized in minutes. The dead weren’t victims of combat or disease; they were consumed by an alien bio-weapon unleashed during a failed plasma surge test by the colony’s engineers.
"Janeway!" Sisko barked, his voice cracking. "Can you find a way to neutralize the spores? We need to contain it before it spreads!"
Kira’s tricorder chimed insistently. "Sisko, Data... get to the main reactor platform. There’s a secondary vent stack – a way to channel the spore dispersion downwards. It’s unstable, but if we can direct the flow into a containment field... maybe we’ll stop it from being atmospheric."
The urgency was palpable. The planet’s atmosphere hung thick with a sickly, crimson haze that pulsed faintly with an inner light – the lingering breath of the plagues.
As Sisko and Data sprinted towards the reactor complex, Picard stood frozen amid the devastation, his gaze fixed on the hulking, silent figure slumped beside him. The dead Vulcans weren’t just a mass grave; they were evidence of a catastrophic failure of reason and engineering that could have been prevented if only... something had listened.
The reactor platform was a hellish morgue. Geometric spores clung to the reinforced alloy walls like bloodborne frost. Sisko’s hand grazed the cold metal vent stack, triggering a feedback shriek from his tricorder. "Sisko! The containment field matrix is destabilizing!"
"Janeway! We need your medical expertise and security protocols here immediately!" Kira’s voice crackled over the comm link, her tone edgy with suppressed panic.
"We’re initiating the field re-sequencing now, Commander," Janeway replied sharply, her voice cutting through the tense silence. "Chakotay, prepare medical teams for potential spore exposure – the husks show secondary necrosis effects in minutes." Her voice dropped, a low urgency beneath her usual composure. "Data, we need to re-rout your analysis of the agent’s composition now."
The platform groaned as Sisko slammed his palm against the vent stack, forcing it open with a shrieking screech. A geyser of bio-luminescent spores erupted, coalescing into a swirling vortex that surged towards them like malevolent rain. Kira’s tricorder whined alarmingly high.
"Containment field failure!" Data yelled, pulling Sisko behind a bulkhead as a wave of spores surged past them, their acidic tang searing the air.
"Janeway! Deploy the shields – full strength – and initiate an atmospheric purification cycle at maximum intensity!" Sisko bellowed into his comm, his voice raw with exertion. He leaped towards the vent stack, throwing himself bodily between Kira and the spore vortex. His hand closed on a jagged piece of scorched metal.
"Kira! Hold your position!" Data’s voice cut through his panic. "Sisko – the field’s regenerating... but only if we redirect the spore flow into it!"
The team worked frantically, their movements a desperate ballet against an encroaching plague. Janeway’s medical team frantically administered biofilters and stabilizers as they triaged the husks' remains, trying to salvage any usable tissue samples from the necrotic mass.
"Data! The agent’s molecular structure shows signs of adaptive mutation – it’s evolving under the spore load!" Picard gasped, his usually calm expression etched with sheer terror. "It’s becoming more virulent. More contagious."
Sisko pressed his back against the cold metal wall, watching in horror as Kira’s tricorder needle began to climb towards the red zone. "Kira! We’re failing! We need a way to neutralize it – now!"
A deep, resonant hum vibrated through the planet’s crust, causing the ground to shudder violently beneath them. Sisko braced himself as the reactor platform buckled, the spore vortex finally beginning to dissipate with an acrid stench. In the swirling maelstrom, a figure emerged – hulking, obsidian darkness against the sickly light.
A voice like tearing metal sliced through their strained breaths: "You have disrupted the equilibrium of Romulus IV. You have caused untold suffering."
Picard’s gaze locked onto the shadowy form, his voice ice-cold. "We have contained the threat. The spore agent is being neutralized."
The dark figure tilted its head slightly, as if considering the lie. "The sacrifice made for the Vulcans was unacknowledged. Your actions have cost you much, Starfleet leaders."
Sisko’s hand instinctively went to his communicator, then clenched into a fist. "We don’t know what you’re referring to."
"Tell me," the voice rasped, almost gentle, yet laced with an ice cold malice. "The truth behind your violation of the planet’s ecosystem."
Data’s eyes flickered, as though seeing the Borg beyond mere sound. "We require explanations. And answers."
The shadowy figure began to move with unnerving speed. Its elongated limbs reached out, like tentacles of pure void, towards Sisko. Kira placed herself between them and the approaching darkness. Her voice was a low, steady counterpoint to the chilling menace.
"Tell us what you have seen. What you have learned about our mistake here on Romulus IV." Kira’s words were a quiet plea, a desperate hope that they still held some say in this nightmare. The Borg’s presence loomed like an eternal shadow, its gaze burning with an intensity that seemed to scour every fiber of hope from their hearts.
"We will give you what you demand," Janeway finally rasped, her voice cold as the deepest space. "But first tell us why you are here." Her gaze cut through the void of their darkness, searching for the truth they sought – a truth that could mean annihilation or salvation for all of them. The silence that followed was heavy with an unspoken threat: the Borg’s answer would define their fate.
Example #3 , temp .9
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Okay, the user wants a Star Trek scene where main crew from DS9, TNG, and Voyager suddenly appear on a planet with a life-threatening crisis. They need to solve a problem involving over 100 dead civilians, including Vulcans. Then Borgs show up demanding answers. Must keep everyone in character within 1500 words.
Hmm, let me unpack this carefully. First, I'm assessing who "main crewmembers" they're referring to - probably iconic figures like Sisko (DS9), Picard (TNG), Janeway (Voyager) plus key supporting cast. User mentioned "halfway thru scene Borg appear," so I'll structure it as: 1) sudden materialization/stranded situation 2) crisis investigation 3) Borg intervention.
For the emergency scenario... since it must involve dead civilians with Vulcans, maybe a catastrophic radiation leak from a mining operation? That could explain Vulcan casualties (their physiology is sensitive to radiation) and give the crew plausible tech expertise to handle. The planet setting should feel alien - I'll invent "Vexus Prime" with toxic atmosphere to justify why they're all conscious but disoriented upon arrival.
Character dynamics: Sisko as pragmatic leader (he'd immediately assess the situation), Picard's analytical nature useful for technical issues, Janeway's tactical mind. Must avoid making them OOC - no sudden personality shifts. I'll have Kira check on the dead to show her empathy, Worf handle security (Borgs need physical threats later), Riker's science background help with radiation analysis.
Ah! The Borg demand needs to feel like a real threat. Since they're after "answers," maybe they detected the crew's energy signature during the materialization? I'll have them arrive via subspace breach to cause panic before the crew can react. The resolution must be darkly satisfying but true to Trek - no easy wins, just crew using their skills to buy time while avoiding direct combat.
Word count is tight at 1500. I'll open mid-action: "The planet's gravity suddenly turned sickening..." to jump straight into tension. Key beats:
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User's probably a hardcore fan wanting nostalgic accuracy plus creative problem-solving. Deep need might be escapism into Trek's iconic teamwork amid crisis - so I'll emphasize how each character contributes without overpowering others. That last line about "the cost of unity" ties it thematically while staying under word count.
starts drafting mentally... Opening line: "The planet's gravity suddenly turned sickening as the bulk of the Enterprise-D tore through reality." Yes, that gives immediate stakes and explains their arrival.
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The planet’s gravity suddenly turned sickening as the bulk of the Enterprise-D ripped through reality, leaving only a shimmering tear in space behind. Sisko staggered free from the force field, his tactical belt heavy with unconscious crewmates. Picard emerged beside him, his face pale but eyes sharp. Janeway stood rigidly upright, her gaze scanning the desolate landscape as the Voyager’s emergency warp core sputtered into silence. "Scans show only us," she reported tersely to Sisko, her voice strained with worry.
They stumbled onto a cracked plains of obsidian rock under a bruised purple sky. The air hung thick with the acrid scent of burning metal and something far older, like ancient blood. Kira staggered alongside Worf, who was already checking his tricorder. "Life signs… gone," she gasped, pointing towards a distant ridge. Her hand hovered near the body of a Vulcan scientist, his silver hair slick with viscous fluid, his ribcage shattered by an unknown energy blast. "The atmosphere… it’s been contaminated."
They hurried towards a cluster of scorched structures, their bones and scorched tissue littering the ground like some primordial hellish nightmare. The stench of radiation hung heavy enough to taste. In the center of the devastation stood four mangled bodies—two human, one Klingon, one Bajoran—splayed on the ground as if frozen mid-collapse. Beside them lay the remains of a technologically advanced vessel, its hull ruptured like a crumpled tin can. The death toll was overwhelming: over one hundred civilians, including several high-ranking Vulcans from a nearby research outpost.
"Kira, get medical scans on those," Sisko ordered Worf, his voice tight with urgency. "Picard, what’s the cause of this?"
Picard knelt beside a charred console, his fingers trembling slightly as he activated his tricorder. "It appears to be an experimental atmospheric destabilization experiment gone catastrophically wrong," he finally murmured, his voice low but clear. "The energy discharge ionized the atmosphere across a fifty-kilometer radius. It's now a toxic soup of ionized particulates, radiation, and residual plasma—lethal within minutes for anything with a biological cell structure."
Janeway stepped forward, her eyes scanning the scene with clinical precision. "We need to contain this. I can’t believe we’re here after all this time."
"Contain it?" Sisko’s voice cracked. He pressed his tricorder against the scorched ground, feeling the sickening heat seep through his uniform. "There's no place for us to run, no way to escape—except through the planet itself."
The weight of their predicament settled on them like a crushing boulder. Their mission was to survive—not just for themselves, but for anyone else who might still be out there.
As they stood in the heart of the devastation, the ground beneath them rippled violently. The air crackled with an electric hum that sent shivers down their spines. A low, resonant growl reverberated from a jagged cliff face—a sound that wasn’t quite sound but felt like a physical force slamming into their minds.
Then, they saw them: three massive, chitinous beings rising from the shadowed rocks like abominations from another dimension. Their translucent skin pulsed with an internal bioluminescence as they advanced with chilling purpose.
The Borg.
"Everyone, move! Now!" Sisko barked, lunging forward to shield Kira and Worf from the first harvester's claw-like appendage. They stumbled back toward a cluster of jagged stone formations, their hearts hammering against their ribs.
Picard’s voice cut through the chaos: "They know we’re here. They’ve been watching. We have to buy them time."
A swirling vortex of light began to coalesce above them, drawing the Borg closer with an almost magnetic pull. Their leader emerged first—a towering figure whose cybernetic augments gleamed like polished obsidian beneath a shell of shimmering bio-illusions.
"Your interference is unacceptable."
Sisko’s voice rang out, strong and calm despite his shaking hands: "We didn’t cause this. We arrived when it was too late."
The Borg leader’s head tilted slightly, as if considering each word. "You will answer for your presence in this sector. Explain why you have awakened us to this desolation."
Janeway stepped forward, her presence commanding even in the face of such darkness. "We were not intended to be here. We are responding to a distress signal transmitted from the planet’s surface—specifically, the death of numerous civilian casualties. The source remains unknown, but it is urgent."
The Borg leader’s gaze flickered toward the dead Vulcans, its bio-illusions dimming slightly before flaring again. "Your answers will be required before we proceed with our next step."
Sisko turned to his crew, his voice a steady anchor: "Kira, medical. Get scans on every survivor—any traceable life signs. Worf, secure the perimeter. Picard, get to work analyzing what caused this. Janeway, if you can find an escape route, use it."
They moved quickly, their focus divided between survival and uncovering the truth. As Sisko huddled with Kira and a handful of others near the edge of the devastation zone, he felt a cold dread settle in his chest—the cost of our mission would only grow higher now.
The Borg had arrived to demand answers, but there was still hope that their ingenuity could buy them time to solve this unsolvable puzzle before it was too late.
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