A TANGLED WEB PART 5: HOW MUCH IS TOO MUCH?
By Charlie Nelson
{This is a rewrite. Just so you know. I originally wrote Part 5 over fifteen years ago.}
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters written in this story. All major and even some minor characters are owned by rich corporations and I am just borrowing them for this narrative. Also, I am not making any money by writing this fictional work. I write this for the fun of it as well as to better my creative instinct and grammatical skills.
Classification: Crossover
I think I should explain that part of what I am trying to do with this story is to mix as many storylines together as possible and still make it interesting and true to the characters. The challenge to myself is to effectively blend some old sci-fi shows with some new sci-fi shows and maybe even a movie or two, but just those that I am familiar with. This particular story also has many police, detective and spy shows and movies thrown in as well. Another challenge I have is trying to get reviews from those that read my work.
This story will include many crossovers starting with DOCTOR WHO, SLIDERS and STAR TREK. Star Trek will always be the main contributor in these stories. This fifth part of my story will also rely heavily on SMALLVILLE, HIGHLANDER, 7 DAYS, PRETENDER, TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL, BRIMSTONE, BABYLON 5 and its offshoot series, CRUSADE, X-FILES, PRETENDER and many more. If anyone is unfamiliar with any of these shows I recommend that they look them up on the Internet. It will help, and the information is out there on them. Think of it as a learning experience.
Author's Note: I don't exactly agree with the exact theology of the shows TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL and BRIMSTONE, but I will try to use the guidelines of the two shows for continuity purposes. Most of my disagreements are with the show BRIMSTONE, in case you are wondering. I believe that hell is a one-way trip, and the devil wants to bring as many people there as he can because he is a sore loser. As for TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL, I think there should be a stronger emphasis on Jesus as well on that show. I know the show stresses that God loves people, but I wish it would also stress the fact that God wants a relationship with them as well and that Jesus died for their sins in order for that relationship to work.
Highlander – I'm following the series here, not the confusing, messed up continuity of the movies so Connor MacLeod is alive.
X-Files – Mulder and Scully still work together and were never separated.
Note: I planned this out long time ago to be my major major crossover. So don't say I didn't warn you.
I will try to make everything as clear and interesting as possible. Please send e-mail with advice on how to better my writing style and story. I do not claim to be a great writer, but with good and thorough critiquing I can become a better one.
Side note: Love the reviews. Keep them coming.
Warning: There will be some character deaths.
Special thanks to Jen for proofreading for me. And also for the advice provided by Phantom Dennis and AlbertG. I also recommend you check out their stories as well on .
Special Challenge: This story will also have a large number of law enforcement type people who will either have very short roles or may be major characters. You'll have read to what to see who will be major and who will be minor. My challenge to you, dear reader, if you choose to accept it, will be to try to remember who the characters were and what shows they were on. I will include a list of the detectives and private investigators and the shows they stared in at the bottom of each chapter so that you can see how many you got right. I'll also let you try to figure out which ones are going to survive the Borg encounter.
Summary: What came before. The sliders were traveling between worlds and bumped into the Doctor's TARDIS, thus getting bounced into the 24th century of the Star Trek universe where the Borg got a hold of the Sliding technology thanks to interference from Q. Now the Borg are in orbit around the Earth's sun sending drones out into the multiverse, spreading themselves around to take over new frontiers. Meanwhile, Q was forced by the Q Continuum to fix the problem, but is punished in that he has to recruit others to stop the spread of the Borg for him. Three universes have been cleansed of the Borg infestation and this is the fourth. So, sit right back and read the tale.
A TANGLED WEB Part 5: HOW MUCH IS TOO MUCH?
By Charlie Nelson
DEEP SPACE NINE, CURRENTLY ORBITING EARTH
People filled Quark's bar in dread and anticipation as the two members of the Q continuum prepared to make their next round of selections. A few sat at the bar awaiting the outcome with a drink to soothe their nerves.
Retired Admiral Leonard McCoy slowly shuffled into the bar with the aid of a yawning Lt. Barclay. McCoy had always seen himself as just one of the many cogs in the contraption that made up Starfleet and mankind in general. So, with that in mind, he had Barclay lead him over to the bar and then, with some frustration and a little loss of dignity on the part of the admiral, Barclay helped him onto the barstool.
Barclay immediately regretted the decision once his sleepy eyes registered the sight of bulky Morn on one side of the admiral and muscular Worf on the other. "Uh, sir? Um, perhaps it would be better if, ah, if you sat at the table with the other admirals?"
Quark limped over to the new customer. He looked horrible even for a Ferengi. His beating at the hands of Buffy and the Stormtroopers could still be seen to some extent on his features. Dr. Bashir had recommended lots of bed rest but the Ferengi was not about to abandon his bar yet again while it had more potential customers inside than it had had in years. Besides, he noticed that many of the patrons came up to order a drink just so they could look at his bruises. "What will you have?"
"A glass of prune juice."
Both individuals seated on either side of the legendary 'Bones' reacted to his drink of choice. Morn, the alien seated to his right, turned away with a look of disgust on his face. Worf, however, was astonished as he looked over at the ancient man beside him. "You drink prune juice?"
McCoy examined the Klingon. He knew who Worf was. He had been sure to keep track of Starfleet's first Klingon cadet and his career on the Starfleet flagship, Enterprise partially out of old mistrust and as well as entertainment of the changes time brings forth. "It's what keeps me going," as commented stoically while he accepted his glass from the disgruntled Quark. "I'm over a hundred and forty years old; and I can use all the help I can get." And this was true, as McCoy had had to have his colon replaced bi-annually with a replicated copy because his old body was just too old to keep everything working properly.
"I, also, am drinking prune juice," the Klingon declared to McCoy's amusement. The warrior then held out his cup to make a toast. "To warriors and their battles!"
Not to outdone, McCoy held his glass out as far as he dared without spilling. "May it all work out in the end!"
Barclay's nervousness was getting the better of him. Even though he knew Worf pretty well, Barclay still felt it would be much safer if he could just get the McCoy over to the table that had been set up for the admirals. "Sir? Ah, that is, well, um, shouldn't we, er-?"
McCoy sighed as he set down his drink. He slowly slid off the barstool and Barclay helped him to the ground. "Just when I finally find a drinking partner I can stand, you gotta interrupt me. Not that anyone is actually goin' to let me make any important decisions. Get my glass, Lieutenant." He caught a glimpse of Barclay's sad puppy dog-like face out of the corner of his eye and figured he should say something to make amends. "Still the admirals have the best seats in the house. Lot easier sittin' on than those damn barstools, too."
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Dr. Banner sat at the other end of the bar while he studied his surrounding as well as the wide variety of aliens around him. In his hand he nursed a bottle of root beer that a short, large lobed alien named Rom had bought for him. Banner's eyes scanned everything around him. He tried to retain a scientific eye for the experience, but he couldn't help a child-like exuberant smile from coming to his face.
"You're doing it again," commented Guinan with a Cheshire grin.
"Sorry," mumbled the twentieth century scientist as he tried to cover his smile with his hands. "I feel like a kid on his first trip to Disney World."
Guinan nodded in understanding. "I always liked the teacup ride myself."
Banner raised an eyebrow at the enigmatic woman, but didn't even bother to ask. "So why did Dr. Crusher run off to talk to that bald man in the red and black uniform?" Beverly had pulled Picard out into Promenade area as soon as they had all arrived. Luckily for Banner, Beverly had made sure to hand Dr. Banner off to Guinan before she left. He was rather grateful for that. He had noticed two alien women, who Guinan had said were Klingons, eyeing him hungrily. He was pretty sure that if Guinan were not there, he just might be in trouble.
"Well, just before Beverly left here, Captain Picard more or less openly declared his feelings for her."
"Oh," Banner answered with little enthusiasm.
"But don't despair. There are plenty of other girls available on the space station. Including me," she said with a smile.
"Oh really," he said with a smile of his own. "And you wouldn't mind going out with a retro guy like me? Help me catch on to all the things this century has to offer? Could take a lot of time?"
She laughed. "Trust me. I've got time. And unlike Beverly, I'm not planning to run off somewhere with some other man either."
"Well, that sounds inter-" There was a flash and Guinan was gone. And Banner was left alone with his carbonated soda. "I knew it was too good to be true."
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Guinan looked about herself to get her bearings. She was still in Quark's bar. She had just been teleported across the room. And Q was right in front of her. "Q! You-You-You have the timing of a Romulan and the finesse of a Klingon!" She would have hit him if he hadn't disappeared from where he was and reappeared behind a very amused Q2.
"Well, sorry if I though you would make an effective member of a Borg fighting team!" shot back Q.
Guinan froze. "You choose me?" She suddenly thought of the opportunity of getting to fight the Borg herself. The very ones who had literally decimated her people and the planet of her birth, forcing the survivors to scatter around the galaxy. There is an old Earth proverb that says revenge is a dish best served cold. Guinan liked hers on a plate red hot with lots of spices. "About time."
"O'Brien to Captain Sisko," came a call through Sisko's comm badge.
"Sisko here." He ignored Q's look of disdain. Sisko had been consulting with Odo about all the new arrangements on the station now that it was orbiting Earth, and had over sixty-eight percent of its regular crew replaced just before it was moved. Things were mostly running smoothly so far, but every now and then a problem would occur that the regular technicians would not have let happen. Deep Space Nine was such a massive piece of machinery that had been pieced together with a wide variety of different technologies that, if you hadn't already been making yourself familiar with it for a few years, then you would have to be a Borg drone to understand how everything worked the way that it did. "What is it now?"
"We have a small vessel approaching that is ignoring all our hails to turn away. We register one life sign. Human. Male."
"Weapons?"
"None activated. And none that would be effective if they were activated."
"Any ideas to his intent?"
"Nothing so far… Wait a minute! His transportor is activated!"
"Where is-" He didn't have to complete his question as an older heavyset man materialized over next to one of the crewmembers of the Enterprise. "Never mind, O'Brien. We have him here. Sisko out."
The heavyset man in question was glancing about the room until he spotted someone. "Geordi!"
"Commander Scott?" Geordi stared at the legendary engineer in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
"Heard the Enterprise was in a spot of trouble, so I came over to lend a hand," he explained as if it were no big deal. "I knew you would be where the trouble was, so I tracked you down to this station by your new eyes."
"My eyes?" Geordi didn't like the thought that someone could track down his position by searching for his new prosthetic eyes that had replaced his VISOR, even if that someone was the creative Montgomery Scott. "Look, I'd love to hear all about it, but we really got a problem here. You shouldn't have come."
"Ah, lad. When you hear your friends are in trouble, what else is there for you to do but to come an' help 'em out?"
"I agree," commented Q2. "I like this human's attitude. I choose him as my next delegate."
Geordi groaned.
Montgomery Scott looked around at some of the somber faces around him. "I take it that being selected by this fellow is not a particularly grand thing."
"Because it's not."
"Scotty!"
Scotty looked over towards the voice that had called out to him. "Bones? Is that you?"
"In the wrinkled flesh!" answered McCoy in a gruff but cheerful manner. "Come over here and I'll tell you what you got yourself involved in!"
Next to McCoy, Admiral Owen Paris rose from his seat. He was one of the few in this century who knew of Montgomery Scott's stasis in a transporter that had held him frozen in time for decades. Commander Scott and Admiral McCoy had been two of his childhood heroes. The same heroes that he had tried to impress upon his son when Tom was a child. He wasn't about to let Scott be subjected to die at the whim of a Q. He looked over at Janeway, the captain of Voyager that seemed to have the most influence with the Q, however she seemed willing to let Q2's decision stand. Admiral Paris did not agree with that. "I don't-"
"And I'll take that admiral over there, too," interrupted Q2 as he pointed to the senior Paris.
A number of people jumped up in protest. Captain Janeway raised both her hands as she attempted to regain the attention and cooperation of the room. Tension was high as the danger of the Borg threat was obvious to everybody who had watched the visual portals Q had created to show the exploits of those picked. As everyone quieted down, Janeway noticed her helmsman, Tom Paris, talking quietly to Q. She was pretty sure what Tom was up to, so she wasn't that surprised when Q made his next announcement.
"I'll select young Tom, here."
"Oh please, Q!" protested Q2. "Now you are giving into human sentiments? I think you have had way too much contact with these creatures. They seem to have a bad influence on you."
Q scowled at the insult. "I'll have you know that Tom here is physically fit, has knowledge of Earth's primitive cultures, and has fought against the Borg on more than one occasion. All of this makes him a good candidate for what we are asking him to go through. What are your candidate's assets?"
Before Q2 could respond, the hologram representing the next world that they were to rescue flickered and returned to the red energy ball filled with hundreds of smaller white balls.
"What's going on, Q?" asked Captain Janeway.
Q looked smug. "It seems we have won before we even arrived."
"So, I'm not going to Japan?" asked a relived Tom Paris.
"It appears not," answered Q2. Tom began to feel relived until he saw the grin on the powerful entity's face.
"But what happened?" demanded the elder Paris.
Q2 took brief moment to use his powers to gain the necessary knowledge to answer that question. "It appears that that particular parallel world had a small number of gigantic creatures of various types which were sometimes menaces and sometimes defenders of humanity."
The portals that Q had created to view those that had been selected earlier now showed the scenes of the giant monsters walking through various Japanese cities, some randomly destroying things, some fighting those that were causing the damage. Over all it looked like a very dangerous situation.
"The Borg arrived here during one of the battles seen here. The drones managed to infect one of the defenders, a giant turtle-like creature that the natives called Gamera. It took the combined efforts of similarly sized creatures, known as Godzilla, Mothra, and a three headed dragon-like creature called Ghidorah, to destroy the Gamera drone and the rest of the Borg populace." The various view portals focused on each of the massive monsters and then on the fight against their recently Borgified member, who was only in the first stage of Borg development due to the creature's massive size and the immediate lack of Borg technology in that universe.
Silence swept the room as everyone watched the last part of the battle scene in amazement. Wreckage from the damaged buildings had been thrown everywhere. Mothra, with her moth-like wings shredded, lay dead next to the fallen, broken remains of the giant turtle, Gamera. Ghidorah flew slowly away with one of its three heads hanging at an angle due to a broken neck. Godzilla, being more diligent, finished destroying the rest of the Human drones with his atomic breath, then, turning his head to the heavens, roared his victory cry. At the sight of this, the Klingons watching all jumped to their feet and let loose their own roars in pleasure at seeing such a fierce and phenomenal battle. They continued their yelling and drinking of blood-wine even as they watched Godzilla limp his way to the ocean to heal from his many battle wounds.
Worf finished his glass of prune juice and put it down with much gusto. After watching a battle like that the blood in his veins felt like fire.
"You liked that, didn't you?" asked Deanna with a smile. Being an empath, she already knew the answer.
Worf swooped her up in his arms and gave her a hard, passionate kiss. After breaking away, he held her close. "I just wish Alexander had been here to see it," he said as he watched the giant creature in the portal slowly swim away.
"Mmmm," she murmured as she snuggled a little closer to him. It was her experience that Worf was usually much more reserved in public, but she didn't mind seeing this side of him at all. "Shut up and kiss me again." It had been a while since they had been a couple briefly on the Enterprise, but Deanna didn't mind picking up from where they had left off. At least she could trust Worf not to run after other women all the time, unlike Will Riker.
Meanwhile, another person of Klingon lineage in the bar was feeling somewhat frustrated at the exhilaration she was experiencing from watching the giant creatures battle against each other. As much as B'Elanna tried to deny her Klingon heritage, it was always there, taunting her in subtle ways. She took a deep breath to help still her emotions.
A hand touched her shoulder and she turned with a growl.
"Whoa!" Tom said with a slight chuckle. "What did I do to deserve that?"
She shook her head in embarrassment. "Sorry. It just that… Sorry." Then she saw the look in his eye. The look he always got when he was about to try to get her to try embrace her Klingon cultural heritage. "Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Just don't." She caught her father-in-law-to-be looking at them from where he sat at the admiral's table. "Oh great. Your father's watching."
"So?"
"So, I don't want to go through the whole thing where you try to talk me into howling along with the other Klingons while your father is watching."
Tom put on his best kicked puppy dog face. "I just want you to be happy with who you are."
"I am happy. As happy as I'll ever be. And I am happier with you." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Just don't push the boat."
He sighed. "I think you mean 'don't rock the boat'."
She smiled coyly. "Sorry. I'm just not as familiar with twentieth century Earth colloquialisms as you are." She pulled him into a hug that he more than willingly returned. "That was a very brave thing that you did there to be by your father's side. I'm just glad that you don't have to go on one of those Borg hunting parties like I did."
Tom stiffened. "I'm not too sure that dad and I are in the clear yet."
She pushed away and held him at arm's length. "What do you mean? That other Q said that the Borg on the next Earth are already wiped out. Your mission is over before it even started!"
Tom saw that the two Q's arguing over something. "I have a feeling that Q2 doesn't agree with that."
The couple held onto each other as the two Q entities argued with each other.
"-so it can't count because the rescue teams never even arrived in that universe," answered Q2.
Q fumed. He had been sure he had just had an easy victory. Now that arrogant Q had taken it away due to a technicality. "Fine. I'll choose another one," he mumbled.
Q scowled at all the puny mortals as he went back over to the red energy sphere to choose another world randomly. He noticed Jean-Luc and Beverly stepping back into Quark's bar. Q was surprised that he felt embarrassment and humiliation at being forced to bend to Q2's every whim in front of these mortals. Q knew that he would never do anything like this to Jean-Luc. Well, maybe he had done a few things, but it didn't matter. Picard was only mortal, and Q was, well, Q. Besides Q always made sure Jean-Luc had opportunities to get himself out of whatever predicament Q had put him in. Q couldn't be as sure that he would have that opportunity with his fellow Q.
Without further hesitation, Q thrust his arm into the energy sphere and withdrew another smaller white sphere. "Let's get this over with."
"Are you forgetting?" asked Q2. "We still have to choose two more candidates."
Q scowled at his fellow Q but didn't say anything. He looked down at the small white ball in his hand and wondered what problems this new world would bring.
A skirmish at the bar drew everybody's attention. A man called out in warning. "No! Stop! You don't know what you are doing!"
To everyone's surprise, two Klingon women were pushing Dr. Banner back forth between them as they laughed. "Change into your other form, little man!"
"Yes, change into your burly counterpart!" called out the other Klingon woman, who had managed to rip off one of the man's sleeves. "We wish to experience him!"
"No! Don't! You're making me ang-"
A phaser beam hit Banner in the chest and he dropped to the floor. The two female Klingons growled in anger that their love-play had been interrupted. Odo, uncaring of the Klingon females' feelings, stepped forward with two of his Bajoran security team members and took them away with much shouting and creative cursing on the Klingons part.
Beverly lowered her phaser and pulled out her tricorder to check on Dr. Banner. She noticed the slight shake in her hands and took a deep breath. Carefully, she pulled back his right eyelid and watched as the light green iris slowly returned back to it dark brown color.
Captain Picard grasped her elbow. "Was that really necessary?"
"I couldn't take the chance. Not with so many people in a closed space. Not to mention the fact that we are on a space station. I have little doubt that Dr. Banner's other self could breach these walls, endangering everyone."
Picard frowned. "I could have him sent to Earth in a secure location. We could get him specialists."
Beverly shook her head. "That will have to wait, I'm afraid. You forget that one of the Q Continuum requirements is that none of us may go anyway except to the Enterprise, Voyager or this station, Deep Space Nine, while this… this battle against the Borg commences."
"Ah, right." He looked thoughtful. "What do you propose?"
She was looking at her tri-corder, but smiled slightly. "I have a few ideas. I will have something in place hopefully before Dr. Banner awakes; then I will consult with him about possible treatments."
"You just had quite a venture yourself," reminded the captain. "Are you sure you wish to handle this right now?"
The redhead nodded. "Yes, it will keep me from worrying about what the next contestants are going through. Plus, he has met me, and I agreed to allow him to immigrate to our universe. I feel responsible for him."
Picard knew better than to stymie her in this decision. "Very well, keep me informed." He paused. "Are you planning to take him to the Enterprise or use the medical facilities here?"
She considered for a moment. "Here I think. Dr. Banner has had plenty of changes. He has at least seen the space station. And keeping him calm should be practically a prime directive, would you say?" she said with a wry grin.
Picard smiled back. "Very well. Remember to keep Captain Sisko up to date of the situation. I doubt he likes surprises on Deep Space Nine any more than I do on the Enterprise." With that he walked over to the admirals' table.
Dr. Bashir walked in through the door of the bar with Garak, the local Cardassian tailor. "What happened? Did we miss something?"
Beverly looked up. "Don't worry, Julian. This one is my patient."
Dr. Bashir just nodded once he saw that she didn't need any help. "All right, I guess I'll let you have all the fun."
Garak just looked at him with an enigmatic smile on his face. "You say that like you would like to be doing the things she has been doing."
Julian stepped over towards the bar but made sure he was facing Beverly and the stunned man in case she needed him for anything. "But think of all the things that she encountered. A new alien species. A lost colony of man that had lived on other planets. She brought back tons of information on new technologies, the histories of that alternate universe. Even a representative from that universe! Oh, if I only had the chance to do half of what she accomplished!"
Garak looked up with concern at the two Q's staring their way. "Be careful of what you wish for."
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AuThOr'S NoTeS: rewritten 1-1-2019
Well, as I said earlier, this is a rewrite of a story I wrote over fifteen years. I've been adding little bits and correcting embarrassing grammatical mistakes. Over all, hope people like it. Thanks!
Characters in order of appearance or mentioned:
Quark (Armin Shimerman) – from the TV series Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993-1999)
Q (John de Lancie) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-?), Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: Voyager
McCoy, Adm. Leonard 'Bones' (DeForest Kelley) – from the TV series Star Trek (1966-1969)
Barclay III, Lt. Reginald 'Reg' (Dwight Schultz) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1990-1994)
Morn (Mark Allen Shepherd) – from the TV series Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993-1999)
Worf, Lt. Cdr. (Michael Dorn) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1994), Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1995-1999)
Summers, Buffy (Sarah Michelle Gellar) – from the TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997-2003) (mentioned only)
Bashir, Dr. Julian (Siddig El Fadil) – from the TV series Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993-1999)
Hulk / Banner, David (Bill Bixby/Lou Ferrigno) – from the TV series The Incredible Hulk (1978-1982)
Rom (Max Grodenchik) – from the TV series Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993-1999)
Guinan (Whoopi Goldberg) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1988-1993)
Q2 – a character that I made up that is part of the Q Continuum
Crusher, Dr. Beverly (Gates McFadden) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1994)
Picard, Capt. Jean-Luc (Patrick Stewart) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1994)
O'Brien, Chief Miles (Colm Meaney) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1992), Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993-1999)
Sisko, Capt. Benjamin (Avery Brooks) – from the TV series Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993-1999)
Odo, Constable (Rene Auberjonois) – from the TV series Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993-1999)
Scott, Cdr. Montgomery 'Scotty' (James Doohan) – from the TV series Star Trek (1966-1969)
La Forge,Lt. Geordi (LeVar Burton) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1994)
Paris, Adm. Owen (Richard Herd) – from the TV series Star Trek: Voyager (1999-2001)
Paris, Lt. Tom (Robert Duncan McNeill) – from the TV series Star Trek: Voyager (1995-2001)
Janeway, Capt. Kathryn (Kate Mulgrew) – from the TV series Star Trek: Voyager (1995-2001)
Gamera – from the movie Gamera (1965)
Godzilla – from the movie Godzilla (1954)
Mothra – from the movie Mothra (1961)
Ghidorah – from the movie Ghidorah, The Three-Headed Monster (1964)
Troi, Councilor Deanna (Mirina Sirtis) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1994)
Rozhenko, Alexander (Marc Worden) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1990-1994), Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1997) (mentioned only)
Riker, Cdr. William (Jonathan Frakes) – from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1994) (mentioned only)
Torres, B'Elanna (Roxann Dawson) – from the TV series Star Trek: Voyager (1995-2001)
Garak, Elim (Andrew Robinson) – from the TV series Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (1993-1999)