My first Star Trek related fic, based off a LJ prompt: Learning to Fly. Scene takes place near the end of Star Trek III, with dialogue taken from the movie. Anything not seen in the film belongs to me.
"You. Help us or die."
Before the admiral had finished his threat, they were moving. This is ridiculous. Sulu thought, scanning the panels for any similarities between this bridge and the one they had left on the broken planet below. Because who really expected a defeated Klingon warrior, who had a twisted sense of honor anyway to give our flying lessons for a Klingon Warbird?
Sighing, he knelt next to Chekov and Scotty, wondering how in the world he could learn to fly this thing when he didn't even know where the 'On' button was.
"Where is the damn anti-matter inducer?"
"This?" Chekov said uncertainly "No! This!"
He heard Kirk sigh impatiently, and knew they were out of time.
"It's this or nothing!" Scotty said, slamming his finger into the button in question. Sulu watched the diagram above, and heard the gentle hum as the engines powered up.
"If I read this right, sir, we have full power." He said
"Go, Sulu!"
Right, he thought, scrambling for what he thought were the controls. Because "full power" somehow translates to "Sure I can fly this thing"
Stupid Klingons.