Kirk glanced around the room. It looked or at least appeared to be Star Fleet in basic design. The Android that called himself Data was standing in front of them and alone. “Confident, aren’t you?” Kirk waved a hand around the room. “What makes you think the three of us won’t overpower you and take over?”
Data half smiled, “As Commander Spock might say, that would be most illogical. I am faster and stronger than the three of you combined. I am also only one member of this crew and by chance if you might overpower me, you would have to deal with the rest of the crew.” He looked to Spock. “The phaser you brought will not work; however, I do appreciate your effort. In most cases it would be most useful.”
“How?” Kirk started.
“I am connected to the ship, Captain. When the transporter detected a weapon, it identified it by class, model and strength and then it disabled it during transport and relayed the information to my brain.” He walked over to Spock and pulled the phaser from under the Vulcan’s shirt. “A classic example of early phaser technology. I last saw one of these in a museum.” He returned the phaser to Spock’s hand. “Your Tri-corder on the other hand will work Mr. Spock, you may scan the device.
Spock aimed his Tri-corder toward the cloaking device. ”Captain, it does appear to be the device we obtained from the Romulans with one exception.“ He paused and studied the readouts. ”It is several hundred years older than when we obtained it.“
”That is impossible,“ chimed in Scotty. ”We sent that to Star Fleet Intelligence. They should have it and they would never let anyone have it much less know of its location.“
”In my time, the cloaking device was part of an orbital museum at the Mars Institute. It is considered a classic example of the early years of ‘cloak and dagger’ type espionage that took place between Klingons, Romulans, and the Federation.“ He looked back at the device. ”Sadly, it has never worked since it was used on the Enterprise and Star Fleet has only recently identified that a special part is missing from the device.“
”If you are so far advanced, why do you need us? Why bring us through time for some special device that you should be able to make or better yet, get from the Romulans?“ Kirk stood silently waiting for a response.
”Normally, you would be right Captain. However, since we do not have access to the original missing part, we can not replicate it with the accuracy needed to ensure this cloaking device works,“ he walked around the room and toward the cloaking device as he talked. ”The Klingon-Romulan Alliance pulled out of the area when the Borg returned. We can not be certain, but we believe they have left nothing behind. We do not know where they went. This leaves us alone to fight the Borg.“
”Borg? Who are they?“ Kirk asked.
”They are a,“ Data paused for a moment searching for the right words. ”They are half humanoid and half android. They seek to assimilate all others in the galaxy.“
”Interesting that you would be in command of a ship fighting something of that nature,“ Spock stated flatly. ”It would seem that you would strive to be like or akin to those you fight.“
”The fact is, I am a Star Fleet officer. I intend to defend the Federation, but in order to do that, I must be able to get to the central node of the Borg collective in this area. If I can do that, we can destroy it.“ Data pointed to the cloaking device. ”This will allow us to get to the area and fire the needed weapons into the node. Once the node is destroyed, the rest of the fleet will have little difficulty dealing with the Borg on an individual basis.“
”I’ve got a better idea,“ Kirk smiled as his plan came together in his mind. ”Why don’t we move the cloaking device to the Enterprise, allow us to warp in and destroy the node and warp out? We are smaller and there would be less chance of detection.“
”We cannot afford to lose you or any of your crew Captain. To do so could alter the time line significantly. We...“
”You’ve already altered it by bringing us here. Don’t you think we’ll note this little encounter in our logs?“ Kirk looked at Spock and Scotty. ”You’ve got two other witnesses here. What are you going to do about my bridge crew?“
”We have a method to assist you in forgetting the encounter here. It has been used several times in the past with great success whenever there has been time travel...“ Data was saying.
The voice over the intercom cut into Data’s conversation. ”Admiral. We have a Borg Assimilation Cube on route for our sector. They have detected the portal and us.“
Data looked at his three guest. ”It appears that you are going to have a chance to meet the Borg on a first hand basis.“ Turning his attention back to the officer who had informed him over the intercom, Data continued, ”Ensign, sound red alert and prepare for battle. We will need to extend shielding to the Enterprise.“
”I want back on my ship. Send us back now,“ it was more of an order than a request from the Captain of the Enterprise.
”I’m sorry Captain. Now if you will follow me, I will introduce you to the Borg of this century.“
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
OMF - Classified -Part Two
Scotty quickly searched the room with his eyes. There was no weapon in sight, at least nothing that he felt he could obtain quickly enough to make a difference in his situation. As far as he was concerned he had been abducted, Star Fleet signal or not, this was pure abduction. “I think ya owe me an answer as to why I’m here instead of on my own ship,” he managed.
Admiral Data extended his hand to Scotty and allowed a smile to cross his face, “You are somewhat younger than my brother’s memories present you as. I believe he knew you when you,” he paused looking for the right word, more to avoid offending than for proper expression. “I believe you were more seasoned when you met my brother.”
“If by seasoned, you mean older, than I must agree with ya. But let’s not use the word as if I’m a piece of beef or something to be eaten. Especially after you snagged me over here without my...” His eyes widened and he looked to the corner of the room where a familiar piece of equipment stood connected by wires to the ship. “Is that the...”
“Yes,” cut in Data. “That is the Romulan cloaking devise that your Captain captured. It is the same one that you wired into the Enterprise and allowed the ship to escape certain destruction at the hands of the Romulan Fleet.”
“That’s classified information. I’m not allowed to talk about it. In fact,” Scott looked around the room. “I am not saying another word. You can just beam me back to the Enterprise and we’ll be on our way.”
“The classified order is 192743 Eagle One-o-One. I believe that order by itself now gives you permission to discuss this device with me or anyone else who presents that code to you.”
Scott rubbed his forehead. “Not until I talk to the Captain. He’s the one who sealed that order and since he is here, he will be the one and only one to unseal it.” Scott smiled his regular smug smile. He used the smile anytime he had the upper hand.
Data tapped a small button on his wrist and spoke, “Captain Kirk. Are you still there?”
Scott noticed that the voice seemed to come from everywhere all at once. “This is Kirk. Want to snatch some more of my crew now?”
“No, Captain. I am sorry for the way I was required to obtain Mr. Scott, but you must understand that the Federation is on the move constantly and we are trying to avoid any delays. The Borg will be here shortly as they will have no doubt detected the temporal disturbance. They will assume it has come from the Klingon / Romulan Alliance or from us. Either way, they will come to this area and we must be prepared when they get here. I am presenting Mr. Scott with a specific order, but he has asked that you clarify that order.”
“Captain they got the Romulan Cloaking device here. They have it wired into this ship and it looks like they are trying to use the bloody thing!” Scott almost screamed and hurried his conversation at once, afraid he would be cut off.
“That is correct,” continued Data. “We have the device. We do plan to use it with this ship and I have issued classified order 192743 Eagle One-o-One.” Data paused a moment. “I believe that is your specific order pertaining to this device.”
“You are correct,” came Kirk’s voice. “However, I know Mr. Scott very well. He will neither help you or follow any of your orders without my order. Therefore, you will beam myself and Mr. Spock over there immediately so that we can access the situation.”
Without hesitation, Data pushed the small button a second time. “Transporter room, please bring Captain Kirk and Commander Spock to this room at once.” He tapped the button again and looked to Scott. “Your Captain will be joining us in a moment it appears.”
On the bridge of the Enterprise, Kirk barely had time to give the orders to Sulu, “Keep the ship safe or don’t keep it at all, understood.”
Kirk heard Sulu’s reply of “Yes Sir,” even as the familiar sound of the transporter engulfed him. He glanced at Spock and saw the same process was taking place. To his surprise, and pleasure, he saw that Spock had concealed a phaser just under his belt and had his Tri-corder secure in hand.
Admiral Data extended his hand to Scotty and allowed a smile to cross his face, “You are somewhat younger than my brother’s memories present you as. I believe he knew you when you,” he paused looking for the right word, more to avoid offending than for proper expression. “I believe you were more seasoned when you met my brother.”
“If by seasoned, you mean older, than I must agree with ya. But let’s not use the word as if I’m a piece of beef or something to be eaten. Especially after you snagged me over here without my...” His eyes widened and he looked to the corner of the room where a familiar piece of equipment stood connected by wires to the ship. “Is that the...”
“Yes,” cut in Data. “That is the Romulan cloaking devise that your Captain captured. It is the same one that you wired into the Enterprise and allowed the ship to escape certain destruction at the hands of the Romulan Fleet.”
“That’s classified information. I’m not allowed to talk about it. In fact,” Scott looked around the room. “I am not saying another word. You can just beam me back to the Enterprise and we’ll be on our way.”
“The classified order is 192743 Eagle One-o-One. I believe that order by itself now gives you permission to discuss this device with me or anyone else who presents that code to you.”
Scott rubbed his forehead. “Not until I talk to the Captain. He’s the one who sealed that order and since he is here, he will be the one and only one to unseal it.” Scott smiled his regular smug smile. He used the smile anytime he had the upper hand.
Data tapped a small button on his wrist and spoke, “Captain Kirk. Are you still there?”
Scott noticed that the voice seemed to come from everywhere all at once. “This is Kirk. Want to snatch some more of my crew now?”
“No, Captain. I am sorry for the way I was required to obtain Mr. Scott, but you must understand that the Federation is on the move constantly and we are trying to avoid any delays. The Borg will be here shortly as they will have no doubt detected the temporal disturbance. They will assume it has come from the Klingon / Romulan Alliance or from us. Either way, they will come to this area and we must be prepared when they get here. I am presenting Mr. Scott with a specific order, but he has asked that you clarify that order.”
“Captain they got the Romulan Cloaking device here. They have it wired into this ship and it looks like they are trying to use the bloody thing!” Scott almost screamed and hurried his conversation at once, afraid he would be cut off.
“That is correct,” continued Data. “We have the device. We do plan to use it with this ship and I have issued classified order 192743 Eagle One-o-One.” Data paused a moment. “I believe that is your specific order pertaining to this device.”
“You are correct,” came Kirk’s voice. “However, I know Mr. Scott very well. He will neither help you or follow any of your orders without my order. Therefore, you will beam myself and Mr. Spock over there immediately so that we can access the situation.”
Without hesitation, Data pushed the small button a second time. “Transporter room, please bring Captain Kirk and Commander Spock to this room at once.” He tapped the button again and looked to Scott. “Your Captain will be joining us in a moment it appears.”
On the bridge of the Enterprise, Kirk barely had time to give the orders to Sulu, “Keep the ship safe or don’t keep it at all, understood.”
Kirk heard Sulu’s reply of “Yes Sir,” even as the familiar sound of the transporter engulfed him. He glanced at Spock and saw the same process was taking place. To his surprise, and pleasure, he saw that Spock had concealed a phaser just under his belt and had his Tri-corder secure in hand.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
One More Frontier
Part 1
Space, it was supposed to be man’s final frontier, but there was never any talk about a frontier beyond space. Kirk leaned back in his chair, rubbed his chin, and glanced impatiently at his first officer. “Three months before final docking,” thought Kirk. “Three simple months of routine charting and patrol and now this”.
Spock stood up from his console, folded his hands behind his shirt and looked to the forward view screen. “Fascinating,” he said to anyone willing to hear him.
Kirk had heard it so many times he didn’t give it a second thought. “Yes, very fascinating Spock. Now, what is it and where did it come from?” He wanted answers and he wanted way more quickly than his Vulcan friend and first officer usually gave them.
Spock looked the engineers station. “How much longer do you think the engine can hold us from going into this opening Mr. Scott?”
“Maybe an hour, or slightly less. We’re holding at maximum impulse right now and it is still dragging us in. We can’t get a stable warp field and without it there is no way...”
“We won’t be able to develop a stable warp field until this phenomenon has dissipated,” cut in Spock. “I imagine that will be a good deal of time after your time frame of an hour.”
“Spock,” Kirk was now clearly annoyed.
“Captain, it is a vortex opening to another time period. For some reason it has appeared here at this precise moment, locked us in and most likely will not stop until we have entered into it.” Spock raised an eyebrow as he took a breath. “It is as if it were planted here for us.”
Kirk stood up from his center command seat, adjusted his yellow command shirt and moved toward Spock. “Are you telling me that someone or something wants us to enter this? When we first saw it, you stated it could tear the ship apart?”
“It still very well could Captain. However, I do not think that the goal of this vortex is to tear the ship apart. I believe it is to take us somewhere else. I believe it is actually being put here to guide us.”
“I,” Kirk paused and looked back at the screen. “Don’t take too well to be forced anywhere by anyone.” He looked back at Spock. “Tell me one reason I should take the Enterprise into it.”
“I can actually tell you several Captain. First, if we do not go, the ship will be forced within the hour time frame that Mr. Scott has referenced. Second, in the weakened state the ship would be at the time our engines give out, we would not have the power necessary to maintain shielding to face what might be taking us in.” Spock paused.
Four years and seven months had not left Kirk blind to Spock’s ideas or what was going on inside his first officer’s mind. “And the third reason would be, Mr. Spock?” Kirk was prompting.
“It has a Federation signal in origin Captain,” he looked directly at his Captain and his friend, Kirk. “Whoever set this up included a Federation sub signal at the core of the phenomenon.”
Kirk walked back to the screen and looked around the bridge. As usual all eyes were on him. Everyone was waiting for what James T. Kirk would say, and what he would order. He knew them. They’d follow him into the gates of hell if he ordered it and they’d go knowing their Captain had only their best interest at heart. He took a breath and returned to his command chair. “I want all non essential personal off the bridge. Scotty, close all view ports and lock them out throughout the ship. I want the only view screen working to be the one here on the bridge.”
Scott hurriedly followed the orders and the hull of the Enterprise went dark as lights were closed inside throughout the ship. He nodded back at Kirk as the last of the non essential personnel left the bridge.
Kirk surveyed the bridge. Scott, Sulu, Spock, Uhura were the only ones left, even navigation had been vacated. “I don’t need to tell you that dealing with possible time travel must remain classified. As you well know, the current Federation does not have the ability to make this sort of vortex opening in space. I must therefore assume this is from a future form of the Federation. Therefore, anything you see will remain classified. Am I clear?”
Everyone nodded as Sulu returned his attention to his controls. “I have routed the navigation controls through my console sir. Ready to enter the vortex on your order.”
Kirk leaned back in his chair. “Alright, take us in, but let’s go...” he paused for a moment looking for the right word. “Let’s go casually in Mr. Sulu.”
Sulu smiled, “Aye sir, going casually into the vortex sir.”
The Enterprise shook as it moved through the realms of time. Spock monitored his readouts despite the fact that he knew should the Enterprise survive, the records most likely would have to be purged from the computer. The ship shook violently and then settled into normal space again.
“Report” ordered Kirk.
“We are in normal space Captain. However, several star constellations have been altered by several hundred years.” He looked up from his monitor. “I would estimate that we are at least four hundred years into the future from our last known location.”
“Captain,” Sulu was pointing toward the screen, his jaw slightly open and his eyes wide. On the screen, a ripple effect started as a Federation styled ship came into view.
“Spock?” Kirk glanced from the screen to his first officer and then back at the screen.
“Fascinating,” Spock said, never looking at his monitor. “It appears to be Federation in design, but it also has a cloaking devise onboard. This raises many questions. He looked to the Captain. ”I do not believe scanning this vessel would revel much since our scans would be primitive and the hull is likely impervious to our best efforts. I would recommend waiting for contact since they could have easily dispatched us if they wanted to do so.“
”She is a mess,“ added Scott, who had incidentally conducted his own independent scans. ”It has several marks that appear to be some sort of energy weapons and the ship seems damaged.“ He spun in his chair, ”Although she could still, unfortunately, swat us like a fly.“
”Thank you Mr. Scott for that view. The question is what do we do now and what do they want with us? Surely they haven’t brought us all the way here just to study the....“
”Captain. I’m receiving a transmission from the ship sir.“ Uhura pulled the earpiece from her ear. ”They are asking for Mr. Scott, sir“
Everyone glanced at Scott. The engineer felt their eyes, felt their questions, and in fact felt like a fool with no answers. ”What would they want with me,“ his scottish accent appeared to become thicker with his nerves.
”On screen,“ ordered Kirk. The screen rippled a moment and then revealed the face of a pale man with green eyes. He blinked a view times as if he were amazed looking through the window of history. ”I’m Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise. How can we help you?“
The man smiled, ”Fascinating,“ he said at last. ”My brother’s memories are very precise about you Mr. Scott and Mr. Spock, but I believe this is the first time I have encountered you Captain Kirk.“
Kirk glanced at both Scott and Spock. The looks on their faces telling him the answer he needed. ”I’m afraid you must be mistaken. We don’t know you.“
”True, you do not know me. However, Mr. Spock and Mr. Scott will know my brother, Lt. Commander Data. I am a continuation of him. I have all his memories, programs and skills. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Admiral Data of the Federation Resistance Force Omega. My full accepted name is Admiral B-for Data and this is the Omega One. We have gone to great lengths to bring you here.“ He looked around the bridge from the view screen. ”In particular, Mr. Scott, we need your assistance to ensure our success against a new invasion force.“
”If you want our assistance, you’re going to have to give me more than just a few names out of history and the pretense that you know some of my officers. Who is this new invasion force.“
Data returned his gaze back to Kirk. ”I was told by records that you might be difficult Captain. I do not wish to pull rank; however, I will require Mr. Scott for emergency actions onboard the Omega One. The enemy to which I refer, you have not met yet. We call them The Borg. And, believe me Captain, this time the Borg mean to destroy the Federation.“ The screen went black as the steady hum of the transporter could be heard.
Scott looked to the Captain, realizing that he was the one being transported, ”I dunno know if I want to go, Cap...“ he said as he vanished into the beam. Kirk reached for the red alert button and then stopped himself.
”Spock, how long could we....“
”One shot would easily disable us Captain, if not destroy us. We are no match for his ship,“ Spock cut in.
James T. Kirk leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his sore temples. ”You’re right about one thing Mr. Spock. This is fascinating.“
Space, it was supposed to be man’s final frontier, but there was never any talk about a frontier beyond space. Kirk leaned back in his chair, rubbed his chin, and glanced impatiently at his first officer. “Three months before final docking,” thought Kirk. “Three simple months of routine charting and patrol and now this”.
Spock stood up from his console, folded his hands behind his shirt and looked to the forward view screen. “Fascinating,” he said to anyone willing to hear him.
Kirk had heard it so many times he didn’t give it a second thought. “Yes, very fascinating Spock. Now, what is it and where did it come from?” He wanted answers and he wanted way more quickly than his Vulcan friend and first officer usually gave them.
Spock looked the engineers station. “How much longer do you think the engine can hold us from going into this opening Mr. Scott?”
“Maybe an hour, or slightly less. We’re holding at maximum impulse right now and it is still dragging us in. We can’t get a stable warp field and without it there is no way...”
“We won’t be able to develop a stable warp field until this phenomenon has dissipated,” cut in Spock. “I imagine that will be a good deal of time after your time frame of an hour.”
“Spock,” Kirk was now clearly annoyed.
“Captain, it is a vortex opening to another time period. For some reason it has appeared here at this precise moment, locked us in and most likely will not stop until we have entered into it.” Spock raised an eyebrow as he took a breath. “It is as if it were planted here for us.”
Kirk stood up from his center command seat, adjusted his yellow command shirt and moved toward Spock. “Are you telling me that someone or something wants us to enter this? When we first saw it, you stated it could tear the ship apart?”
“It still very well could Captain. However, I do not think that the goal of this vortex is to tear the ship apart. I believe it is to take us somewhere else. I believe it is actually being put here to guide us.”
“I,” Kirk paused and looked back at the screen. “Don’t take too well to be forced anywhere by anyone.” He looked back at Spock. “Tell me one reason I should take the Enterprise into it.”
“I can actually tell you several Captain. First, if we do not go, the ship will be forced within the hour time frame that Mr. Scott has referenced. Second, in the weakened state the ship would be at the time our engines give out, we would not have the power necessary to maintain shielding to face what might be taking us in.” Spock paused.
Four years and seven months had not left Kirk blind to Spock’s ideas or what was going on inside his first officer’s mind. “And the third reason would be, Mr. Spock?” Kirk was prompting.
“It has a Federation signal in origin Captain,” he looked directly at his Captain and his friend, Kirk. “Whoever set this up included a Federation sub signal at the core of the phenomenon.”
Kirk walked back to the screen and looked around the bridge. As usual all eyes were on him. Everyone was waiting for what James T. Kirk would say, and what he would order. He knew them. They’d follow him into the gates of hell if he ordered it and they’d go knowing their Captain had only their best interest at heart. He took a breath and returned to his command chair. “I want all non essential personal off the bridge. Scotty, close all view ports and lock them out throughout the ship. I want the only view screen working to be the one here on the bridge.”
Scott hurriedly followed the orders and the hull of the Enterprise went dark as lights were closed inside throughout the ship. He nodded back at Kirk as the last of the non essential personnel left the bridge.
Kirk surveyed the bridge. Scott, Sulu, Spock, Uhura were the only ones left, even navigation had been vacated. “I don’t need to tell you that dealing with possible time travel must remain classified. As you well know, the current Federation does not have the ability to make this sort of vortex opening in space. I must therefore assume this is from a future form of the Federation. Therefore, anything you see will remain classified. Am I clear?”
Everyone nodded as Sulu returned his attention to his controls. “I have routed the navigation controls through my console sir. Ready to enter the vortex on your order.”
Kirk leaned back in his chair. “Alright, take us in, but let’s go...” he paused for a moment looking for the right word. “Let’s go casually in Mr. Sulu.”
Sulu smiled, “Aye sir, going casually into the vortex sir.”
The Enterprise shook as it moved through the realms of time. Spock monitored his readouts despite the fact that he knew should the Enterprise survive, the records most likely would have to be purged from the computer. The ship shook violently and then settled into normal space again.
“Report” ordered Kirk.
“We are in normal space Captain. However, several star constellations have been altered by several hundred years.” He looked up from his monitor. “I would estimate that we are at least four hundred years into the future from our last known location.”
“Captain,” Sulu was pointing toward the screen, his jaw slightly open and his eyes wide. On the screen, a ripple effect started as a Federation styled ship came into view.
“Spock?” Kirk glanced from the screen to his first officer and then back at the screen.
“Fascinating,” Spock said, never looking at his monitor. “It appears to be Federation in design, but it also has a cloaking devise onboard. This raises many questions. He looked to the Captain. ”I do not believe scanning this vessel would revel much since our scans would be primitive and the hull is likely impervious to our best efforts. I would recommend waiting for contact since they could have easily dispatched us if they wanted to do so.“
”She is a mess,“ added Scott, who had incidentally conducted his own independent scans. ”It has several marks that appear to be some sort of energy weapons and the ship seems damaged.“ He spun in his chair, ”Although she could still, unfortunately, swat us like a fly.“
”Thank you Mr. Scott for that view. The question is what do we do now and what do they want with us? Surely they haven’t brought us all the way here just to study the....“
”Captain. I’m receiving a transmission from the ship sir.“ Uhura pulled the earpiece from her ear. ”They are asking for Mr. Scott, sir“
Everyone glanced at Scott. The engineer felt their eyes, felt their questions, and in fact felt like a fool with no answers. ”What would they want with me,“ his scottish accent appeared to become thicker with his nerves.
”On screen,“ ordered Kirk. The screen rippled a moment and then revealed the face of a pale man with green eyes. He blinked a view times as if he were amazed looking through the window of history. ”I’m Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise. How can we help you?“
The man smiled, ”Fascinating,“ he said at last. ”My brother’s memories are very precise about you Mr. Scott and Mr. Spock, but I believe this is the first time I have encountered you Captain Kirk.“
Kirk glanced at both Scott and Spock. The looks on their faces telling him the answer he needed. ”I’m afraid you must be mistaken. We don’t know you.“
”True, you do not know me. However, Mr. Spock and Mr. Scott will know my brother, Lt. Commander Data. I am a continuation of him. I have all his memories, programs and skills. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Admiral Data of the Federation Resistance Force Omega. My full accepted name is Admiral B-for Data and this is the Omega One. We have gone to great lengths to bring you here.“ He looked around the bridge from the view screen. ”In particular, Mr. Scott, we need your assistance to ensure our success against a new invasion force.“
”If you want our assistance, you’re going to have to give me more than just a few names out of history and the pretense that you know some of my officers. Who is this new invasion force.“
Data returned his gaze back to Kirk. ”I was told by records that you might be difficult Captain. I do not wish to pull rank; however, I will require Mr. Scott for emergency actions onboard the Omega One. The enemy to which I refer, you have not met yet. We call them The Borg. And, believe me Captain, this time the Borg mean to destroy the Federation.“ The screen went black as the steady hum of the transporter could be heard.
Scott looked to the Captain, realizing that he was the one being transported, ”I dunno know if I want to go, Cap...“ he said as he vanished into the beam. Kirk reached for the red alert button and then stopped himself.
”Spock, how long could we....“
”One shot would easily disable us Captain, if not destroy us. We are no match for his ship,“ Spock cut in.
James T. Kirk leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his sore temples. ”You’re right about one thing Mr. Spock. This is fascinating.“
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