. . . 2158. . .
. . . Earth . . .
Transporter Technician, Jeremy Speller, was in his bed fast asleep. The door to his room flew open with a smack once it hit the nearby wall. The man jerked awake and his husband, Josh Mathews, was curled up in his PJ'S. There was fog coming into the room with the vague shape of a human being in a astronaut suit from the late 20th century. The figure came forward into the room as Jeremy shook his partner trying to wake him up. The figure took out a phase pistol from it's holster.
"You will search for life in the transporter," There was a freaky, frightening voice from the figure.
"But . . . But. . . But there is no life in the transporter!" Jeremy said.
"Did I stutter, incompetent mortal?" The figure asked.
The phase pistol aimed at his partner.
"N-N-No!" Jeremy stretched himself in the way acting as a shield.
The figure lowered the weapon.
"You will search for life," The figure said. "There is life in the transporter."
"What kind of life?" Jeremy asked.
"Intelligent, living annoying human being." The figure said.
"Someone's stuck in the transporter?" Jeremy asked.
Jeremy recalled the inventor of the transporter,Emory Erickson,finally retrieving his son a few years ago after years of trying to retrieve him and only had to bury him afterwards in space.
"Theoretically," The figure said. "The transporter is connected to various realities and if enough parts of one specific pattern are gathered in the transporter, it could make a person."
"But . . . that is impossible!" Jeremy said.
"As were transporters," The figure said. "Said they could split one person into two, make clones of one person without intending, de-age people, said people can die from it and that it is unethical and impossible. You work with the transporter every day." The threatening phase pistol aimed in the direction of Jeremy who now was on his side of the bed. "If you do not spend some time on this subject then I will kill your family."
Jeremy leaned forward shaking his hands.
"I will, I will, I will!" Jeremy said.
The figure lowered the phase pistol.
"Who are you?" Jeremy asked.
The figure turned away.
"Out of the question." The figure said.
"I can't just do anything without knowing who just threatened me and my family!" Jeremy said.
The figure turned away then aimed the phase pistol.
"Nothing." The figure said.
"Nothing?" Jeremy repeated.
"Nothing is my name." The figure said.
Jeremy raised an eyebrow.
"So you don't have a name?" Jeremy asked.
"I do." The figure said.
"Then what is it?" Jeremy asked.
"Nothing. That is all I can say right now. The viewers already know who I am and it is best that Star Fleet not gets ahead of themselves. We get very familiar to each other in another two hundred years." The phase pistol aimed in the direction of Jeremy. Right at the forehead. "You will not prod any further with my name. Are we clear?"
"Crystal clear." Jeremy said.
"Good." The figure said.
The figure went out of the door where where the doors closed behind him and the room grew dark.
. .2270. . .
It has been twelve years since the Enterprise went into deep space under the command of twenty-five year old Captain James T. Kirk with young crew men and brave crew members. Now that decade has since passed but Kirk finds himself commanding another starship having turned down admiralcy. He commanded the USS Saratoga which was a Miranda class with first officer Annabell Louise. Doctor McCoy was back on Earth enjoying his retirement, riding a horse. Commander Nyota and Captain Spock were on the same starship together, being the Enterprise, at least they used to have Scotty when there was Star Fleet requested his assistance on a 'Transporter project' on New Vulcan. That was two months ago. Nyota and Spock were 'happily' married by Vulcan standards. Commander Chekov was on the same ship Commander Sulu was on, being the USS Scottendale commanded by a Deltan named Vultore.
They were patrolling sector five, neutral zone.
"This is odd. . ." Lieutenant Salvador said, staring at the screen to her station.
"What is it, Mr Salvador?" Kirk asked.
"There is a flying tube with a ball sticking out," Salvador said. "Readings are all over the place."
Kirk stood up watching the shape of a unusual item headed their way.
"What the hell?" Kirk said. "Lieutenant Green, alert Star Fleet regarding this. . ." He came closer toward the screen squinting at it watching it get closer. "Probe."
They couldn't take any chances regarding it.
"Aye, captain." Green said, at his station turning away and began to send the message.
A sound entered the ship, a familiar sound to Kirk, making everyone raise their head sup with raised eyebrows.
"Just as I have theorized, it is a whale song, admiral."
Kirk looked over expecting to see the source of the voice. But there was no source. Kirk turned his head away. It had sounded a lot like his Spock, but it had been a year since they last seen the other. Sometimes it was a pain in the ass to have some of the memories left from the mind meld he had with Spock Prime and then there were the moments they came in handy, like right about now. The memories were fragments, pieces,and not the whole story. He had admitted to McCoy how he was able to accomplish the missions even with the loss and sometimes there were no memories to use to save his landing parties. Which in turn made Kirk rely off his wit and brain power, and teamwork with the remaining members of his landing party. He couldn't be sure if this was a damn whale song at all!
So gibbered, beyond alien, and unrecognizable to his crew.
Suddenly the power on the bridge went out including all over the ship.
"Emergency power." Kirk ordered.
The bridge glowed to a red tone.
"Captain," Andrew Stonn came out of the turbo lift appearing to be concerned. "Why is the power down?"
"Well, Stonn, a probe just took us out," Kirk replied. "Sometimes I wish probes could speak."
"Captain," Green turned away from his station. "There are reports of the life systems and oxygen levels are not compatible for us to stay alive for a day."
Stonn looked over toward Kirk as were everyone. Idling in space made them game for anyone to attack. They were dead in the water, McCoy would say if he were here. They hadn't had any problems patrolling the neutrual zone besides to the often rebellious Romulans attempting to cross over to make their way to New Vulcan and cripple their efforts to restore their civilization, some Romulans purely left to defect The Romulan Empire, some left to seek out a name for themselves and they had to be turned back, and some just left to start anew often times in a Romulan shuttle craft manned by four people. Kirk figured the Romulan Empire had to be having a bad depression on their home planet.
And there were other times where they beamed up, needless to say, Romulan babys with the ship would depart leaving them with wailing babies The women aboard the Saratoga would volunteer to take care of them while awaiting the adoption agency. It was rare to find a Klingon baby among the numbers. Far too odd to see a Klingon/Romulan hybrid. On his first day they picked up a Klingon Baby from a Romulan Vessel then returned into the neutral zone. Five months later he came across a Klingon/Romulan hybrid with the forehead of a Klingon and pointy ears.
"How many stasis pods do we have?"
"One thousand."
Kirk pressed a button on the arm rest.
"This is your captain speaking," Kirk said. "Everyone must prepare for suspended animation. We have limited life support due to a probe. Kirk out." He turned toward the rest of the bridge crew. "We only need two people aboard the bridge. It is the annual instantaneous contact with the Enterprise. Respectfully, as your captain, you will go. Contact will begin in twenty hours. Once the contact is over, Mr Green and I will go into the pods. If anything . . . If we have the Enterprise alerted then she would come and would arrive to a oxygen deprived ship. Perhaps they too would become victims. I will not allow that. If a Klingon or a Romulan bird-of-prey comes and destroys this ship. . ." He looked around toward his crew. "It was a honor serving with you."
Spock was in the captain's chair.
"Captain," Nyota said. "We have established contact with the Saratoga."
"On screen." Spock said.
On the screen appeared a somewhat dark but glowing red bridge. Spock's arched eyebrow rose up at the sight of his old friend, seemingly, coughing into his hand.
"Captain Kirk." Spock said.
Kirk smiled lowering his hand down.
"Captain Spock," Kirk said, with a smile. "Good to see you are okay."
"Captain," Spock said. "What is wrong?"
"Oh nothing much." Kirk said.
"Captain." Spock said.
"We were attacked, and currently under red alert," Kirk said. "We kicked the Romulans back into the netrual zone," He coughed again, this time, appearing to be ill. "I am fine, Spock, just a bad cold. I am going to get it treated."
"Captain, I know you well enough to know you have been avoiding going to Med Bay for that reason primarily," Spock said. "This 'yearly live' conversation was suggested by Doctor McCoy to ensure you are not getting in 'over your head' as the doctor put it. And it seems you have exactly done 'the thing' the doctor was referring to." A fond smile grew on the older man's face. "You are being more illogical and irrational than usual which is completely unlike you to disregard medical procedures and visit the chief medical officer of the ship."
"Mr Spock," Kirk said. "If you are to do me and the federation any favors. Don't. Come. Not unless you are willing to become dead in the water. Star Fleet will become alert."
There was a un-Vulcan look of concern on the captain's face.
Oxygen deprivation, coughing was one of the symptoms.
A sign of struggling to breath.
There were a few times where they were being suffocated on missions. But not long enough for their skin to change colors. This indicated that there was not enough oxygen to last for the next four hours. Also that suffocation was occurring rather slowly. It became clearly evident seeing marks along his exposed neck and his neck had visibly blue colors starting to appear.
"You never told me where you were stationed." Spock said.
Kirk snickered.
"I don't have to," Kirk said. "You already know."
Kirk turned in the direction of someone behind him and then made the screen go black.
"Captain?" Nyota asked.
"Contact the Scottendale." Spock said.
"Aye, captain," Nyota paused. "I am only getting a automated distress signal, but no one is answering."