A turquoise sparkle formed into four figures as the away-team beamed down onto the surface of Occupet 3. "Search for any survivors." A bearded man in a red Starfleet uniform said to his fellow comrades. It was Commander William Riker, the first officer of the USS Enterprise-D. He and the other three Starfleet officers that accompanied him went inside the large, round pod that had crash-landed on the planet's surface. It was fairly large for what seemed to be an escape pod. On the outside it was made from silver metallic material, but on the inside it seemed different. The was a large, orange glass tube in the middle attached to a round surface with buttons, levers, and numbers all over. "Sir, come look at this." One of the other away-team members said. He wore a yellow Starfleet uniform, and had an African complexion. Over his eyes were some kind of visor, which helped him see. "What is it, Geordi?" Riker replied. It was Commander Geordi LaForge, chief engineer of the Enterprise. "Look at this." He said, as he examined the controls on the ship, "It looks like some kind of...clock of some sort." There on the controls were the numbers;
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"What do you think it could mean?" Riker asked. "I don't know, sir." Geordi replied. "Sir, I have found some survivors." A voice said. Geordi and Riker glanced at eachother, and then Riker rushed to the voice. There he found an unusually pale-white man, with a yellow uniform, matching yellow eyes and black, slicked back hair. He was lifting up a large steel construction rod, where underneath was a young girl. A woman with red hair and a blue doctor's coat rushed to her assistance, Doctor Beverly Crusher. She placed a silver medical case on the ground, where she took out a silver medical tricorder and scanned the girl. "She's in a state of shock, she should be okay, but I would like to take her back to sick bay for further tests." The doctor said. "Alright." Riker replied. Doctor Crusher tapped her communicator. "Two to beam up." She said, and her and the girl disappeared in a turquoise sparkle. "Hey, I found someone else over here." Geordi yelled, leaning over an elderly man. "Is he all right?" Riker asked, rushing over to Geordi's location. "He's conscious, if that's what you mean." Geordi replied. "Time..." the man whispered, his old, scratchy voice barely hitting Geordi's ears. "Time?" Geordi whispered back, "What do you mean time?" The man was breathing heavily, he closed his faded, grey eyes. "Please, help me." He said. "We better get him to sick bay, sir." Geordi said, turning to Riker, who was crouching behind him, "I don't think he's gonna last much longer." Riker nodded. Geordi tapped his communicator. "Two to beam up, directly to sick bay." he said, and disappeared with the man. Riker exchanged a serious look with the last member of the away team still with him, then they both beamed up back to the ship.
