STAR TREK: Second Contact
A Fan-fiction crossover by YaoiBoy

"Avatar" is the property of James Cameron and Twentieth Century Fox.

"Star Trek: The Next Generation" is the property of Paramount Pictures.
I take no credit or monetary compensation for the fictional worlds referenced in this work.

PROLOGUE: A Hidden, Advanced Society

Captains Log, Stardate: 56884.93

The Enterprise is preparing to leave the Proxima Centauri system after a complete refit and full repair of our battle damage. It has been two months since we entered dry-dock here at the Starfleet maintenance yards—Two months since I have graced the captain's chair. Two months, too long… How I have missed the old girl…

I can't express my gratitude enough to the ship and its crew. Both performed adamantly, leading us to a hard fought victory against the enemy renegade, Shinzon. The crew exceeded all expectations and I recommend commendations for all who were present. They all earned their well deserved, extended shore leave.

Captain Picard handed the PADD back to the charming young Ensign Hayley and turned to face the viewscreen on the bridge of the mighty, Sovereign Class starship. The latticework of Space Dock bordered all four sides of the image as if the captain were staring out through the end of a massive tunnel. Support craft of various types were finishing up their work and making way. The android "B4", now carrying fully functional memory engrams of the late Commander Data, was at the navigation console. Picard's new first officer, Commander Worf sat proudly in the chair to his right. To his left was the beautiful counselor Troi, who looked melancholy. He sensed that she longed to follow her husband, Cpt. William Riker aboard the Titan, which had departed fifteen days earlier. She had made the decision to remain aboard the Enterprise. Picard swore to himself that he would find a way to make it up to her.

Lieutenant junior grade Wesley Crusher arrived from the turbo lift and took his place at the helm station. The Enterprise was ready to move on to its next assignment. Picard stiffened his stance.

"Lieutenant, clear all moorings. Signal Space Dock for departure," ordered the captain.

"Aye, sir." The younger Crusher tapped a few pads on his console. "Moorings clear. Starfleet signals, go."

"Take us out, Mr. Crusher," called the captain. "Ahead, one quarter impulse."

"Ahead, one quarter," repeated the helmsman. The starship began to move—the wireframe border of Space Dock fell away quickly to reveal the vastness of space.

"Set a course for Vulcan—warp 4," the captain commanded. "Engage."

With a flash of streaming starlight, the massive starship entered superluminal flight mode, vanishing a moment later. With their current flight plan, including a few stops to resupply, they would arrive at Vulcan in four days.

The captain grimaced at the sound of the comm. Glancing at the chronometer, it was 3:30 am. He groaned and lifted his head from the pillow.

"Yes, Mr. Worf," answered the captain, trying to hide his fatigue. "What is it?"

"Captain… Sir… Sorry to wake you. We have a priority one transmission from StarFleet Command."

"Send it here, would you please."

"Immediately, sir."

Jean-Luc sat up, reaching for and pressing a pad on a keyboard, activating the viewer on his bedside table. Admiral Janeway's image graced the screen, carrying a look of concern.

"Kathryn," started the captain.

"Jean-Luc…" said the former starship captain with a grim smile. "Sometimes I miss being out there galloping the stars…"

"Yes, Admiral. I will never regret my decision to stay on as ship's captain." He smiled. "If you are trying to push me towards promotion again, I'm sorry. But the answer is still 'no.'" Sensing the admiral's seriousness, he decided this wasn't the time for banter. "However, I suspect this isn't a social call."

"Right you are, captain. Have a look at this." Janeway looked down at her keyboard and entered a few commands. Picard's display now showed a star map of the Alpha Centauri system. The map was darted with starship activity, mostly civilian. One dot on the screen was highlighted in red, indicating the lack of a Starfleet transponder. The captain immediately became concerned.

"More Romulans?" asked the captain. "Survivors from the Scimitar?"

"Negative, Captain," stated Janeway. "This warp signature originated from Centauri A-III."

Picard felt his jaw drop. "Originated? Polyphemus? Are you certain?"

"Yes, Jean-Luc," she said mater-of-fact-ly. "A low warp signature originating from a place where it never has before."

"Astounding. You don't think…"

"We aren't sure, which is why we are investigating. I hereby order the Enterprise to enter the system and assess what is going on over there, as you are to closest starship."

"Understood."

"Now, please understand the ramifications of this, captain." She lowered her voice. "The signature matches Zefram Cochrane's original prototype. That fact is to remain classified. Share this knowledge only with your immediate command staff. Do NOT let it spread to general quarters. There would be hell to pay."

"Agreed…" He rubbed his chin. "Care to make a speculation as to what is going on over there?"

"We think it may just be some civilian hobbyist flying without a registration beacon. A bit of a joyride, perhaps…" She looked concerned again. "It is the location that concerns us. Somehow, they got past the security grid surrounding the system, initiating their warp flight from inside it. Go find out who it is and bring them in for questioning. Now, let me be clear—Under no circumstances is anyone to leave the Enterprise once you enter the system. Acknowledge."

"Understood," confirmed the captain. "Strange requirement…" he thought.

"Report directly to me once you have the situation under control." She nodded. "Godspeed, Jean-Luc. Janeway, out." The screen returned to the Starfleet insignia and went dark shortly afterwards.

The captain stood up pressed his comm. badge. "Picard to Number One."

"Worf, here," answered the first officer.

"Reverse course," he barked. "It seems that it wasn't quite our time to leave the Centauri system."

"Sir?"

"Make it so, Commander."

"Yes, sir!"

"Meet me in my ready room. Picard, out."

He walked to his wardrobe and donned a fresh command tunic. Leaving his quarters, he made his way to the nearest turbolift. It would be a long night.

This story follows the crew of the Starship Enterprise immediately following the events of "Star Trek: Nemesis." It will mark humanity's first return to Pandora after over two hundred years of exile. What has become of the Na'vi people after two centuries of accelerated evolution and exposure to humanity? Find out as I meld the worlds of Star Trek: The Next Generation and James Cameron's Avatar. I will attempt to maintain the canon we all know and love from both worlds.

Note: there may be elements from my previous story "Avatar: First Contact." I suggest reading that story beforehand, but it is not a requirement to follow this story.

Enjoy,
YaoiBoy