Earth Date: March 31st 2156.
Location: Deep Space.
Vessel: Earth Starship Enterprise NX-01.
Captain Jonathon Archer Commanding.
Ever present onboard a starship was the rumbling of the engines and the sounds of the vessel's computer equipment. To a member of the crew of any vessel, it had become almost a comfort of background noises which was either ignored or enjoyed as a comfort by the crew. With each vessel, the sounds where slightly different to the trained ear as it had often been boasted by many that they could identify each vessel by the unique sounds from any location within the ship.
The sudden explosion of the ship sounds filled the senses of the unidentified young woman in the sickbay of the NX Class starship as the rumbling begun to steady within her senses while the brilliant white light stung her eyes as they opened slowly, only to clamp shut instantly with the familiar pain of looking into a bright white light. Blinking rapidly to clear her vision, she slowly looked up at the ceiling of the room before suddenly leaping upright while her eyes scanned the room which had appeared as almost familiar somehow. Instantly stepping towards her, two large guards wearing a blue jumpsuit with red shoulder trim stepped before her as she moved backwards slowly with recognition of the uniforms the two men where wearing.
Her mind instantly raced with confusion as she began to question her own senses, before laughing slightly as she sat upright and clapped her hands with a large smile on her face as she called for the computer to end the program. Looking at each other with confusion while a third man stepped towards her with the similar uniform yet with a gold trim and four bars on his right breast. Laughing slightly at the image of the man he saw before her, she once again called out the same command as he stopped at her side and demanded to know her name.
"This is funny guys! You got me this time, what did you do beam me out of the shuttle into a holodeck while I was asleep?" She called out to the room itself.
"Miss, I have no idea what you are talking about. Who are you?"
"Since I know who you are supposed to be, I'll play along with this delusion. Connor, Amanda. Starfleet Rank: Lieutenant Commander. Service Number…"
"Where do you think you are, Miss Connor?" He said slowly.
"I know where I'm supposed to think that I am. This is really a remarkable program, even the sounds are different. Ohh, I get it. This is another of those drills? I'll play along. You are Captain Jonathon Archer, this looks like Sickbay of the old NX Class… Enterprise right? I've seen one in the fleet museum… looks a little different this one" She said with laughter in her voice before coughing to play along with, whatever program she had believed that she had been selected for.
"Very well, Commander. What is the last thing that you remember, before waking up here?"
"I'll play along Mister Finch!" She called out the ceiling. "We been constructing a new shuttlecraft for a few months, I was inline to push the warp engines to their maximum… with the ship by my side, we leapt into warp. I conducted all of the usual tests, everything was fine so I decided to take a few minutes of sleep while the computer ran the tests… the next thing I know, I'm here. Nice work Finch, I thought that Archer was a little taller though"
"Commander, you have no idea where you are, do you?" Archer said slowly.
"Probably holodeck two, seeing how I would react to an unusual situation? Nice!"
"Commander, you are onboard the Enterprise, your shuttle is in our launch bay under heavy guard, we've never seen anything like it. What year do you think it is?" He said with concern in his voice.
Seeing the look of concern in his eyes, her smile instantly faded as she looked around the room and once again called for the Computer Program to end, using her own access code. With no reply from the computer, she stood slowly from the bio bed and walked around the room slowly while the two guard observed her every move as the captain stepped at her side while confusion instantly echoed over her face.
"Stardate 57771.8..."
"The Year Commander?" He said slowly.
"By Earth Calendar… Twenty… Three-Eighty?"
Archer's eyes opened wide as he instantly looked at the two guards and ordered them to seal the room, turning quickly towards the young woman at his side, confusion ran over their faces as he shook his head and told her the date. Her legs buckled instantly as she fell onto the deck plating while her face turned white as her jaw dropped and once again, she called out the computer to end the program, almost begging the computer to respond.
"This has to be a part of the test, please let this be a test? This is not possible… 224 years?"
"Commander, your shuttle appeared by our side three hours ago, almost crashed into us. We beamed you onboard and brought your shuttle inside, it's secured in the bay. We have a lot of questions for you Commander" He said slowly.
"Starfleet Temporal Displacement Policy states that I can not answer any of your questions… Sir! I will answer no questions. My shuttlecraft, must not be touched by anyone… I must be allowed to return home, Captain… Archer?"
"That maybe difficult Commander, assuming that you are, who you say that you are" Archer replied slowly. "Our Doctor has discovered that you are not entirely human…"
"I will say nothing more Captain. Although I do not believe that you are, who you claim to be. As far as I know, this could be another of Mister Finch's tests. If this is real, where is my uniform and equipment?"
"Mister Reed, have the Commander's uniform and equipment brought here, on the double" Archer said instantly.
"Unfortunately sir, her Phase Pistol is being analysed…"
"WHAT?" Connor said instantly. "Bring it here now, Lieutenant! Along with all of your… findings. I can not allow any technology from my time to contaminate your time… surely you understand that Captain? 2152, Captain Jonathon Archer and Lieutenant Malcolm Reed where held hostage by a Pre-Warp Civilisation after a Communicator was left behind after an away mission…"
"That was Classified by Starfleet!" Reed said instantly.
"Common knowledge where I come from Lieutenant, and the catalyst for regulations regarding Pre-Warp contact… My equipment, NOW LIEUTENANT!"
"Malcolm!" Archer said slowly.
Nodding slowly, the Lieutenant left the room with the guard at his side while Connor stood slowly and walked towards the nearest computer display with a deep sigh in her voice as she examined the console before her along with the equipment on the desk, stepping to her side, the Captain spoke with an usual tone in his voice, a tone of slight anger and interest in her technologies.
"I'm not convinced that you are, who you say you are Commander. Although your technology is very advanced…"
"Nor am I convinced that I am truly in the 22nd Century and that you are truly Captain Archer. For now, let us assume that each is telling the truth? Have you contacted Starfleet with the news about me?"
"Not yet, we're running radio silent for the moment" Archer said slowly. "As far as I know, you could be some Romulan Spy…"
"I am Human Captain, more or less! But I could say the same about you, you could be some… shape-shifter, but I still maintain this is some form of… Test, to see my reactions. I've been a Starfleet officer since I was old enough to join the Service sir, my record is impeccable and I have worked very hard to make the rank of Lieutenant Commander before I was 26 years old. I intend to one day become the youngest Admiral in the history of the Service. For a moment, let us consider the fact that I am here, in the 22nd century, somehow. My mere presence has altered the flow of time, to what end? I have no idea. Let me examine the shuttlecraft… it's sensors will allow me to find out what happened?"
"Word has spread throughout the ship about you Commander, but you are correct, I know that better then anyone" Archer said slowly.
"Detroit, Michigan… 1990s if memory serves?…"
"Who did you…"
"Again, common knowledge in my time sir. I will not tell you anything about the future, if I am in the past. No-one, not one person must be permitted to enter or scan my craft, I want… no, demanding that all records be erased from all of your databases with regards to my presence. I should not be here" She said with a stern voice.
"Agreed, once again. You can't walk around this ship in your uniform Commander, I'll have the quartermaster issue you with something more appropriate"
"Thank you Captain. I'm a pilot sir, a good one and something of a history addict. The chance to look over this ship, in it's heyday is an amazing prospect, but I can not interfere with what must happen and please, do not ask me anymore questions about what must happen?"
Issued with a uniform from the current timeline, the Lieutenant Commander from the distant future remained locked the shuttle bay alone as she had begun to analyse the sensor data from her vessel. Surrounded by armed guards at each access point, and with all research delivered to her in person by the Captain himself, she had attempted to make sense of the almost unfathomable sensor data from the shuttles computer core for almost ten hours. Finally resigning herself to the fact that the sensor data was beyond her, she was left with no choice but to seek assistance from those of the crew itself. Escorted through the Enterprise by two security officers, the Commander entered the bridge of the ship as all eyes instantly turned upon her as her jaw dropped with a wide smile upon her face as she saw with her own eyes, the bridge of one of Starfleet's most legendary vessels itself.
"Wow! I mean… yeah, wow!" She mumbled to herself.
"Ready room, now!" Archer said instantly.
Escorted into the ready room as all eyes followed her closely, she once again stopped at the door as she studied the Captain's private office with a smile as he sat in his chair whilst his pet beagle leapt into his lap and curled up lovingly as the guards left the room.
"You wanted to see me, Commander?"
"I'm not entirely sure how, but this is real. I am back here… onboard NX-01! Sir, allow me to apologise for my earlier actions…"
"I understand Commander, more then you know" He said with a nod.
"Of course sir. Believe it or not Captain, I know more about you then you know about yourself, this is a huge honour. Your beagle, umm… Porthos?"
"Don't tell me that you know him too?" Archer said with an uncomfortable smile.
"Yes sir. When I was a child, we owned a Beagle, we named him Porthos. I would love nothing more then to sit talk with you about your past adventures sir… but I can't. I've probably already said to much… I am breaking so many regulations by asking this Captain, I can't understand the sensor data on my shuttle, I need help sir. Like I said, I'm a good pilot and a passable engineer. I've repaired what I can from my shuttle, but the data in the sensor logs is beyond me. If I may ask for the assistance from your First Officer?"
"T'Pol? Wouldn't that violate…"
"Temporal Directives? Yes sir. But if I'm right sir, I… no we, have a huge problem" She said slowly.
"How big of a problem, Commander?" Archer said slowly, fearing the answer.
"About 464 meters long, 87 meters high and with 19 decks and a crew of… hundreds sir. My ship, my ship could be here, somewhere… our last position was… you won't know those worlds, sorry. My ship could have been brought through with me Captain"
"WHAT?!" Archer said as he stood instantly.
"From what I saw, a massive temporal distortion of some kind, tore through space at the same time that my engines overloaded. It threw my shuttle back in time, judging by the size of the anomaly, the Nimitz could also be here, somewhere. I've served with my Captain for eight years, I know him… he's a good officer…"
"What kind of problems could we be discussing here, Commander?"
Slowly reaching behind her back, Amanda seemed to take a deep breath as she closed her eyes whilst considering her next actions, actions which could and will land her into serious trouble, if she returned to her own time. Questioning her own actions, numerous times inside of her mind, she slowly handed a P.A.D.D to the Captain, a P.A.D.D which contained a brief schematic of the vessel itself. Looking down at the designs before him, the Captain's eyes opened wide as he tried to understand what he was seeing before him, schematics of a vessel much larger then his own ship, yet similar in design and with weaponry which put his own vessel to shame.
"She's an Akira Class starship Captain, designed to fight and protect Starfleet. If this ship was to be captured by an enemy force, somehow?… nothing could stop her with the current technology at everyone's disposal. Just One… of her torpedoes could destroy a shielded Vulcan cruiser. She could literally take on a fleet of Romulan ships and fight her way to the homeworld, before destroying it alone. I've already crossed that line I mentioned Captain Archer, but if my ship falls into enemy hands… it's game over for all. That ship, my shuttle, even myself are dangerous to this timeline… help me to find her and take her home, before anything bad happens?"
"Commander T'Pol, report to the Ready-room… NOW!" Archer said as he glared at the Commander before him.
"Do you… understand now Captain? When I return, I will be arrested and facing serious charges back home. My career is now over with this one action Captain… but this is the most dangerous situation that you have ever and will ever encounter. I have to make sure that I read my readings wrong, please god, let my readings be wrong!" She called out to the ceiling.
Looking down towards the Captain with a hopeful look in her eyes, she instantly took the computer from his hands and placed it inside of her uniform as the doorbell chimed. Calling for the Vulcan First Officer to enter, Archer picked up his pet beagle from the floor and lovingly placed his faithful pet in the chair behind him while Commander T'Pol entered, the First Vulcan to serve in Starfleet entered and stood at her side.
"Computer, seal the door and erase the last five minutes of the log entries from this room…" Archer said instantly. "T'Pol, if I order you never to divulge what you hear inside of this room, will you obey that order?"
"Captain?" T'Pol said with a raised eyebrow.
"Answer the question, Commander"
"I will, sir?"
"Good. There are to be no log entries made… am I clear?" Archer said slowly.
"Yes… Captain" T'Pol replied, with a raised eyebrow.
"Commander Connor…"
"You know who I am and where I am from, I'm not a scientist, just a Pilot with a passion for a few other things. I'm… a somewhat, passable engineer but a terrible Scientist. I've been studying my shuttle's logs and I need help. I don't know how I found myself here, or why… the universe is strange that way. What you are about to hear Commander T'Pol, will be denied by your Captain… you will sound like an insane fool if you ever mention this to anyone. I've done what I can to analyse my shuttle's sensors, I hope that I am wrong, but if I am not… hell is not far behind me"
"Miss Connor?" T'Pol said slowly, questioning her.
"My name is Lieutenant Commander Alison Sarah Connor, But people call me Amanda, no idea why. I was born 26 years ago… on Vulcan, my timeline of course. During an experimental Engine test on the shuttlecraft, a hole seemed to be torn in space and time, I found myself here… 224 years in the past, and… my ship, the USS Nimitz, may also be here, with enough firepower to take out anything in her path. I need your help to make sure that I am wrong…"
Pacing the room slowly, Amanda once again reached into her uniform and held the computer in her hands as she took a long and deep breath as she mumbled under her breath, before handing the computer to the Vulcan officer.
"This is my ship T'Pol… The USS Nimitz, twice the size of this one and more power then you can imagine at the moment. Hell, my shuttle alone, is faster then Enterprise and could destroy her easily. You could not imagine what that ship is capable of… she was designed to combat a species that is centuries beyond anyone you have ever encountered. If I am wrong, then I will only be arrested and my career would be over when I return, if I am right? Then my future… the future that should be, will not exist"
"What do you need, Commander?" T'Pol said slowly, as she examined the data before her.
"What I need is a Scientist, and you are all that I have. I trust you… I will grant you a limited, very limited access to my ship's sensor records. If I am wrong, then I don't care… but if I am right in what I think? We'll need to track the Nimitz. I know my Captain, he will attempt to search for me, but he will also attempt to make contact with the nearest… Starfleet Facility, once that fails and it will. He will set course for that location which is… oh my god! That WILL be a problem Archer, because it is close to Klingon Space… Klingon Space of this era!"
"What is the location Commander?" Archer said slowly.
"Starbase… it was once known as K-7. I know that means nothing to you sir, I'll have the location sent to your helm very soon Captain"