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From: ar153@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Bonnie Holmyard)
Subject: Crossover
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Date: Mon, 2 May 1994 05:11:29 GMT
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Tomorrow is Yesterday
Corporal Leonard Webb stared at the radar screen unable
to believe his eyes. "Captain!"
"What is it, Webb?"
Webb swallowed hard. "A blimp, sir. Just came on the
screen."
Captain Marc Smith sat at a desk piled high with
paperwork, his attention now divided between a report he could
not comprehend and a blimp, of all things! "How do you read it?"
Webb swallowed hard, again. He knew the captain was busy
but, "Aircraft of some sort," he reported, "by the size of it,
and the speed, it's not one of ours, sir. Doesn't even read like
anything I've ever seen."
Suddenly the blimp was more important than the report.
"What was the approach?" Smith asked.
"None, sir. It was just there, like it fell out of the
sky or something."
Smith was on his feet. In two strides he was looking
over Webb's shoulder, eyes scanning the radar screen. "Current
position?"
"Directly over the Omaha instillation, sir. Holding
there."
"Watch the scope, Len," the captain directed as he moved
to the phone. "Air Defence will want to send someone up to get
a closer look." He paused before picking up the receiver, both in
action and speech. As preposterous as it sounded - the words HAD
to be said aloud to be believed - "I think we have a 'real' UFO
on our hands!"
SPACE, THE FINAL FRONTIER. THESE ARE THE VOYAGES OF THE STARSHIP
ENTERPRISE. ITS FIVE YEAR MISSION: TO EXPLORE STRANGE NEW WORLDS,
TO SEEK OUT NEW LIFE AND NEW CIVILIZATIONS, TO BOLDLY GO WHERE
NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE.
Captain's Log, Stardate 3113.2: We were enroute to Starbase Nine
for resupply when a black star of high gravitational attraction
began to drag us toward it. It required all warp power in
reverse to pull us away from the star, but, like snapping a
rubber band, the breakaway sent us plunging through space, out
of control, to stop here... wherever we are.
His bridge was in chaos, as was, most likely, the rest of
Enterprise, but they had finally stopped. The mad flight through
space had ended. Captain James T. Kirk pulled himself to his feet
and looked around. No one appeared injured. All were quietly and
efficiently reversing the disorder caused by the breakaway. Spock,
Kirk was not surprised to see, had already made his way to the
science station.
"Mister Spock?" Kirk questioned, knowing the Vulcan would
be ready to report.
"Except for secondary systems, everything is out, sir,"
the first officer supplied. "We are on impulse power only."
Kirk, meanwhile, had made his way to his command chair. A
flick of a switch and he had shipwide communications. "This is the
captain," he began, as if any of his crew wouldn't recognize his
distinctive Iowa accent. "Damage control parties on all decks
check in. All departments tie in with the record computer. Report
casualties and operational readiness to the first officer. Kirk
out."
He continued giving orders as he moved to the upper deck
level and the communications station. "Lieutenant Uhura, contact
Starfleet Control. I want them alerted to the position of that
black star in the area of Starbase Nine."
"Yes, sir."
"Captain," Spock called out and Kirk immediately headed
for the science station. "Casualty reports indicate only minor
injuries," Spock relayed. "Engineering reports warp engines non-
operational. Mister Scott overrode the automatic helm setting and
is holding us in orbit on impulse power."
"Orbit where, Mister Spock?"
"Earth, Captain. We were on a general course in this
direction when we were pulled in by the star. Apparently the
breakaway threw us on in the same direction."
Kirk straightened his uniform shirt and strode back to
his command chair. "On screen," he ordered and the main viewing
screen activated. Enterprise, he saw, was orbiting directly over
the lower half of North America, and a little too low for his
liking.
"Give us some altitude, Mister Sulu," Kirk ordered the
helmsman.
"Yes, sir," Sulu responded. "Helm answering. She's
sluggish, sir."
"Captain!"
Something in Uhura's voice made Kirk twirl his chair to
face her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
--
ar153@freenet.carleton.ca (Bonnie Holmyard aka K'Tsao Qugh)
Terminally time-warped, totally terrific, Q'd-to-the-MAX,
Guns 'n Roses addicted, multi-faceted Trekker, who believes
the stars are ours! Gotta love me, huh?