The Wanderings of a Misplaced Soul
By: iamalanwelch
First publish date: June 6, 2011
DISCLAIMER: I only own Alan Welch; everything else is copyright, restricted, trade marked, ect. to their respective owners. This fiction is for non-profit entertainment purposes only. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Setting the Stage/Falling Stars!
To say that Q was bored was an abysmal undertone to his current mood. Having already visited his Aunt Kathy who had returned to a boring human existence on humanities home planet of Earth and still finding no excitement he turned to his favorite pastime of playing as Echeb had called it pinball with asteroids. Even this usually delightful activity gave him no pleasure. He bumped his 'ball' a small brightly incandescent pink planetoid back into the field of play, watching as it bounced off several larger asteroids pushing them out of their orbit with the rest of the field and sending them on new journeys, that the young Q had to admit they would eventually take; just a few million years sooner than their orbits would allow. The pinging noise of a pinball machine cheered happily around him as a scoreboard made of more than half the existing Borg Cubes who he had turned white on one side turned from the black to the white side quickly as his score added up. He yawned as the 'ball' bounced yet again off the Talaxian planetoid colony, whose occupants now included the Talaxian named Neelix. This prompted the 'score board' to display, "TALAXIAN SPEICAL! EXTRA BALL!" then added nearly fifty thousand points to it. Just as his 'ball' was about to come back to the federation intrepid class warp nacelles he was using as bumpers, the entire field and his ball disappeared in a flash of Q-tinum energy.
"Son, you can't play with the Borg like that. They are already trying to assimilate us." The stern visage of his father appeared in human form wearing his typical command uniform and four pips of a Starfleet captain on his collar.
The younger Q in annoyance said, "I had just earned an extra ball! Besides that would never happen, for one the Borg would have to have a personality."
The quip gave the elder Q a slight smirk at his son's musings. He gave a few moments' thought, or at least made it look like he was thinking before he spoke to his son. "Hmm, well since as the Humans are fond of saying 'idle hands are the devil's workshop' why don't you go and give your Aunt Kathy a visit and see…"
The elder Q was cut off as his son raised a hand, "I already have Father. She was just doing normal human things since they promoted her to Admiral after returning to Earth." This gave Q senior a raise of an eyebrow. This he had to see, but to keep junior busy he would have to give the younger Q something to do. That's when the idea struck him and he snapped his fingers and they both were suddenly in an old Earth vehicle known as a Semi. The elder Q driving during the night time on some city road.
"Where are we?" The younger Q asked looking out the window trying to figure out what his father had in store for him this time.
"We are on Earth in the early twenty first century, on the Northern American Continent, in the state of Ohio. And we are about to arrive at our destination shortly. However, I am taking you to meet a rather remarkable young man who I meet what feels like millennia ago. He is a bit of what humans during that time called a nerd and shut-in. He is fascinating all the same." The semi slowed down and the white truck turned into a driveway that was dimly lit by what were supposed to be power saving yellow lights at the end of the short jaunt was a small brick shack. The truck slowed down and stopped in front of a plastic gate arm. Junior looked into the window of the building and saw an overweight white humanoid wearing a blue ball cap, glasses, and a bright yellow security vest move about grabbing clipboards and pulling brown paper bags out of a desk drawer looking up occasionally at the truck and the trailer. His father got out of the cab and stretched.
"Com'on son you're going to thoroughly enjoy this. I'm going to introduce to you through our young fat friend there something called Anime."
The man who was called Alan, was very friendly and talked to the young Q about anime for a few hours, when Alan was leaving the young Q joined him at a place called Stack and Make to talk more about Anime. He had a few examples and episodes of said anime on his small tricorder like device which he was glad to watch a few episodes of with his new friend. The young Q being so excited with this thanked Alan snapped his fingers erasing the fact that they had ever met and even gave the sad fat man a companion who he could fall in love with and have little human babies with.
Armed with the knowledge of some Anime the young Q went on his several century long binge of reading, watching, drawing the Japanese art form. After a few centuries he discovered through the marvel of the human's 21st century internet cross over. This gave him a great idea. That's when he appeared in front of Alan again.
The sweat dropped off his nose as the heat of atmospheric entry bleed through the unshielded cockpit canopy. He flicked a switch on his right control panel and wondered absently why it seemed nothing was made for people who are left handed as the blast shield slide into place with a clunk of locking tabs. "That's better already." He heard a voice on the radio. The voice he knew from his favorite anime. A beep drew his attention to his sensor panel. "Commander Bernard I'm reading 4 Invid Scouts incoming!" He broadcasted over the radio and reached for the transformation controls pulling the "B" lever the mecha transformed from guardian mode to Battleoid mode around him. He took aim with his auto cannon and let fourth a barrage of laser blasts which scored a direct hit on the pink triangular Invid Scout. It exploded in a brilliant flash of light and the disintegrating shrapnel turned to vapor as the friction of atmospheric entry eroded the bits. An alarm screamed at him to correct his vector and in the second it took Alan to punch the silence button the remaining 3 Invid had attached themselves to the bridge and long neck of the carrier. They fired their plasma guns into the hull and started to rip the armor off, as this occurred the escaping atmosphere of the large starship exploded in the heat, igniting secondary explosions that rippled through the ship. Alan rolled the Battleoid as it transformed back into guardian mode for the remainder of reentry and heard Commander Bernard scream his lost Fiancé's name as a fragment of the carrier impacted on his Beta Unit causing him to loose control of the craft just long enough to veer way off the planned course. "Well, guess I better back him up." Alan whispered as he recomputed his vector and adjusted his course to the same area to which Commander Bernard's beacon was coming from.
Scott Bernard sat under his Alpha/Beta Fighter the frame of both ships damaged beyond repair, he sat staring at his locket as he marveled at the feeling of rain hitting his face. The first time he had experienced the natural phenomenon, it was also at that same moment he experienced his first thunder storm. A flash of lightning at first made him think he was being fired upon by someone until the thunder sounded, from his own perspective it sounded like an explosion, the wind like atmosphere being sucked into the unforgiving void of space. His first reaction would have been comical if he wasn't so frightened, he grabbed at a rail on the Alpha then the second flash and boom of thunder caused his training to kick in and in an amazing show of a practiced leap he jumped in to the cockpit and sealed it. "Beautiful is what Admiral Hunter called this? Its frightening." He mused as the storm raged on.
"Ah, it's not that bad Commander." replied a voice over the dashboard COM-Link. Scott looked down at the board and pressed a button to reply, "Well for someone who's been in space all his life it is. By the way who is this?" He released the transmit button.
"I'm Major Welch, Alan Welch; you can call me Alan or Al if you like Commander Bernard. I'm from the 4077th medical ship defense squadron on loan to Mars base from the Robotech Expedionary Force." The voice replied smoothly, it was of course a lie, but as that Q kid explained it to him anything he could tell them information would be adjusted by Q himself to fit in to this 'reward' as he called it.
"Well its good you followed me, by the way that was some fancy flying up there. Glad they decided to pull you out here, by the way since it is just us Al you can call me Scott." Replied the voice of the blue harried man the radio crackled as the lightning flashed again hitting a nearby tree to the Commander's Alpha.
"Thanks Scott, but I suggest we get some sleep while we wait for this storm to die down, as I recall a broadcasting transmitter is a potential lightning rod." The wayward Guard stated wisely. "Good point, get some rest Al. We're leaving for the rendezvous point in the morning, storm or no storm." Scott ordered as he released the switch and settled himself into his pilots chair for some rest. His muscles ached, his head throbbed and it was not too long before the black of sleep claimed him. However, even in his dreams he could not escape the nightmare of the Marlene and the fate of the 21st Armored Battalion's Demise to the hands of the Invid.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well as this is just first Chapter of what I can already tell will be a LOOONG Series, I hope to have a Chapter out once or twice a week. If you can guess what the first anime is and set at what time in that series you get a cookie! :3 (Just kidding about the cookie!) Review and tell me what you think. The more reviews the more inspired I am to write better and longer chapters! Commentary is always welcome!