CHAPTER 1

WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE

PART I

EARTH - SAN FRANCISCO

Weeks prior to Alpha 7

The sound of a motor purred along an open stretch of road. Its cycles were like a thrum of a cat pursuing prey in the wilds, and perhaps this quote unquote "wild cat" was. That or running for its life as two wheels screeched around a corner and kept going. The rumble of sound echoing as it turned. From behind, the sound of a wailing pitch came pursuing quickly after. So in fact, the perused was running, running like everything not to get caught by the sound that was coming from behind its tail. For if they were caught imminent doom awaited them.

From atop the base between the wheels forward and back, a lad clad in leather sat upon its back like a beast master. His blond highlights billowing in the wind as he and the thing he was riding on went faster and faster. Only briefly did the boy look back at its pursuer who seemed to be ever drawing nearer. This should have not happened, was the thought that had crossed the boys mind at that moment. It was supposed to of been perfect. A perfect day to go riding on dad's prized one of a kind bike. Not to be pursued by the local donut eaters.

This had not put the boy in a good mood, not one bit as now he tried to escape capture. He tried next to do a few jumps and turns that he thought for sure they would not be able to pursue him on. Instead all it did was draw them closer. It made the boy curse with a seething tone. Why him, why did it always have to be him. Didn't they have anyone else better to chase than an unruly boy through the streets of San Francisco? Apparently not though, because there they were in close chase.

He gave a sigh at their stupidity and again tried to shake them from his rear. They were just not having it though. As he turned one corner he also slammed square on into a big rig. Luckily though, through quick thinking, he turned sharply and swerved around it. He dared not to stop and assess the feeling of heart pounding he had from that. The kid had to keep going. If he didn't sure capture would be immediate. A few more twist and turns though and he came upon a dead end, why, because there were a load of donut eaters as he contended them to be, right in front of him.

Again he cursed, this time definitely more audible as he came to a screeching halt in front of them. The boy gave a glare at them, showing them he was not backing down so easily. This was not the first time he had been reprimanded for such dealings. So facing the donut eaters was not something new in his list of things to get to know.

"Stand down and step away from the bike!" an officer called out. "You know the routine Mr. Kirk."

"What if I don't want to?" he stated with a call back. "What are you gonna do then?! Spank me!"

Some of the officers about did chuckle a bit even though the situation was supposed to be serious. However, how could one be serious when the person they were reprimanding was the son of a known legend, even to the civilian world, however, the one that had bellowed out gave a reprieve.

"I could! And then I could send you back home crying to your mama." the officer gave. That brought out a round of chuckling from some of the people there on duty. "Your choice son, you can come peacefully, get sent home wailing, or spend the night this time in detention."

The boy with the last name Kirk gave a sigh and hung his head. He didn't want to give up this easily. Then again they knew he wouldn't either, for as he gave a mischievous look to try and get out of there, someone had been able to sneak up from behind and knock him out cold with a quick zap of a Taser like object. At first he just fell of the bike, but then after the officer who bellowed out to him came over and looked down at the kid he began to fall into unconsciousness as the guy shook his head. The last thing he could hear was his name being said.

It was also the first thing he heard as he got nudged awake, "Jacen. Jacen...JACEN!"

He woke with a jolt and sat up right blurry eyed. Where was he? He felt around himself close to his body and felt cloth, seat cloth, and plastic like walls. He gave a sigh again. He knew now where he was. He was in that one officer's vehicle. He gave a groan after that and shook his head a little.

"What the hell happened to me?" he stated groggily and stared sourly at the officer who was still a bit blurry.

"Sorry kid." the guy offered. "We knew you were going to bolt from the last time we had this go around."

"Uggghh..." he commented back and turned to look out front of the vehicle, they were in front of his house. Heavens his parents were going to kill him, especially if he had to go to the door with this guy. The bike of course had been towed back, but still, it wasn't fair.

"Jacen...when are you going to learn. I don't want to have to seed you off to some detention center to be condemned a criminal."

"I know I know...I just..." he looked out over at the bike. "I can't help it...I like the freedom."

"This is your last warning I can give you, you know that right." the guy stated.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Jacen commented waving him off.

"I can't keep giving excuses that you're just a boy and that you're going to change." the man said looking at Jacen.

The boy looked back at him with a defeated look, "Yeah I know..."

"Come on, your mother's gonn

a be expecting you inside." the guy stated and got out of the car and went over to open the door for Jacen. The kid climbed out stiffly because he had been knocked out for a while and walked with the man up to the front door. Jacen waited as the man buzzed in. It was awkward for Jacen to stand there with him. After a few nerved shuffles of Jacen's feet, his mother opened the door and stared out it at them.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed. "Jacen!"

"Hello Ma'am." the officer stated. "Lovely to see you again, I hope things are well."

"Oh! Hello officer Rand." Jacen's mother said nicely. "It's good to see you too. I'm sorry we have to meet again like this. Things are going well."

"That's good to know. I'm sorry to that I have to bring Jacen here home again from another rebellious pursuit." he offered to the woman.

"I'm just glad you got him home in one piece. Jacen get inside...now. You and I are going to talk later." she said sternly to her son. Jacen didn't say a word, but just pushed right on through sourly and went up to his room.

"Don't be too hard on him ma'am. I'm sure he's only rebelling because his father is gone a lot." he stated with sympathy. "I think I would want to rebel too if my father was never really home either."

"Yeah..." she said crestfallen feeling. "It's not Jim's fault though that he has to be gone so often. He can't help that Starfleet always seems to need him. Jacen's father is a good man, he just can't always be their. He's supposed to be on leave soon though."

"Yes I know. You have a great man in Jim Kirk. Let the man know I would like to go out drinking again with him and some of the other fellas will you."

"I sure can Rand." she stated with a smile. "Thanks again."

"You're welcome as always. Just don't forget, if he does this again, next time I won't be able to save him." Rand stated. "Maybe I will have to come over for some of your lovely cooking again too before Jim has to go back off to work."

"Okay I will...and yeah that would be wonderful you know your always welcome." she stated warmly and turned to close the door. "Have a good day Rand."

"You too Mrs. Kirk." he stated and gave a nod before leaving fully as she closed the door behind her with a sigh; this was going to be a long evening for her. She'd let Jacen settle down before she talked to him. After all she loved Jacen dearly. So instead she walked to the kitchen to start on dinner.