Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any of it spin-off works.
I write this for it's entertainment value alone and hope this form of
imitation dose not offend anyone. There is absolutely no exchange of
money involved in the writing or posting of this work.
This is a fanfic based on the idea of what would have happened
if Cochran had missed the window to be noticed by the Vulcans. The
first few chapters will probably jump a little in setting up for the first
real story. So I hope you enjoy it.
In A Mirror Sparkley Chapter 1 : New Beginning
As Zefram Cochran sat in the bar getting drunk, again, he
wondered where the plan had gone so wrong. It had been a week since
the first ship in human history had traveled faster than light. By now he
was expecting to be rolling in his new found fortune on a beach
somewhere. Anywhere!
Instead "The Phoenix" was almost ready for her second flight,
an undertaking Cochran would not be aboard for. He intended to be
safely in the command center letting Lily do the crazy flying stuff this
time.
But before Zefram could order his next bottle, a man sat down
across from him, a fresh bottle in his hand. Judging by his clothes the
newcomer was certainly not local. Although identifying a persons
departure point by his clothes was nearly impossible since the war.
It had actually become easier to pick out those outfits that didn't belong.
Yet Cochran would still have bet his ship this guy did not get
to colder climates much. His clothing was layers of thin material
designed to be removed, or added to, as necessary. This indicated a
lack of the heavier coats of local fashion in the man's wardrobe.
"Mr. Cochran, my name is Joseph Carter. I represent a man
named Randell Slade. My employer would like to speak with you
about acquiring your ship." The stranger had a voice that could
charm the most hardened heart on the planet. That and the bottle
helped, maybe traveling faster than light made a person impatient.
Two days later Zefram Cochran was lying on a beach sipping
a tall mixed drink while the small financial empire known as the
Slade Foundation swung into full gear to understand and reproduce
the drive principles of the first human craft to ever break the light barrier.
Randell Slade stood on the catwalk overlooking the vast work
area. He and Cochran were alike in many ways, but Slade would never
retire. His ambitions, as with most business men, could never truly be
realized. Because of this, his corporate giant would soon be expanding
off of it's home ball of mud. The "True Space Age" was about to begin.
