U.S.S Liberty
First Officer Sovok was in deep argument with Captain Coto as they were in orbit. He wanted to hire yet ANOTHER redshirt. He would obviously die at one point, just like every other. " It would be illogical, judging on how many other security officers we have. We need more science and medical officers." Sovok said, but Coto was desperate to win the argument. He was about to say something when "AWERRR AWERRR AWERRR!" the red alert klaxons wailed. "Captain. Klingon K'tinga Bird-of-prey uncloaking at starboard!" Commander Kaplan exclaimed. Klingons? There was a peace treaty between the Federation and the Klingons. "Hail them. We need to find out why they're here." Coto said. "Aye, sir." Lieutenant Hong replied. She keyed her consol. It was taking longer than it should have to hail the Klingons. "Lieutenant, what's going on?" Coto asked. "Something's jamming our signals." Hong said. Before anyone could say another word, a torpedo slammed into the Liberty and rocked the ship around violently.
The impact was so strong that it flung everyone towards the port side of the bridge. "Damage report!" Coto yelled. He was already crawling back to his chair. "Shields down to 70 percent! Their weapons are strong! I've never seen any that can bring down our shields to 70 in one hit! Never in my life! I've tested every weapon on our ship in a simulation, and none of them could bring our shields down so low! The lowest they have gotten is 90! What kind of weapon did they even use!?" Lieutenant Peter Black wailed from engineering. Just as Black finished his sentence, another torpedo rocked the ship, and more kept coming until the Liberty's shields were down. Coto was furious. "Well? Are they going to finish us off?" He muttered angrily. Sovok somehow could sense that something bad would happen. He just had a feeling. A mysterious feeling that nothing good could come from this situation. The bridge was silent for a moment, but then an alarm broke the silence. "Bap Bap Bap Bap…" It rang in Sovok's ears. "The alarm indicates an intruder! Fifteen life forms are beaming into deck 24, which is engineering!" Kaplan said. Just then, Peter burst onto the bridge, panting and out of breath. "Klingons… enemies… phasers… beam… take over… ship." He gasped. Captain Coto had some idea of what Peter was trying to tell them, and it wasn't good. Then, more alarms sounded, and sensors indicated an object on a collision course. Coto looked at the scanners to see… a police box. "What? What's a POLICE BOX doing in OUTER SPACE?!"
TARDIS
The TARDIS's collision alarms wailed. The Tenth Doctor quickly shut them off and prepared to materialise. As the TARDIS materialised in Engineering, the Klingons turned around to investigate the strange vworping that suddenly interrupted them from taking over the ship. As the Doctor stepped out, all of the Klingons pointed guns at him, and he raised an eyebrow in return. "Well, that made for a warm welcome. Where have I materialised now? And what kinds of aliens ARE you?" The Klingon began shouting Klingon at him, to which he replied, "I don't understand." Then the TARDIS translators kicked in, having learned the new language, and the Doctor knew what the Klingon was screaming in his face. "We stunned and captured all the personnel on this deck! How did you get in here?" The Doctor simply grinned, and stepped back into the TARDIS, with a simple reply of "Materialisation circuit." The Klingons struck a puzzled expression as that same vworping rang across Engineering, and the "mysterious blue box" was gone, as quickly as it had come.
U.S.S Liberty
"Bang!" The Klingons slammed their axes into the turbolift doors, trying to burst through them to invade. Commander Kaplan reported a materialisation located on the Bridge. "Phasers out! It's probably the Klingons!" He said as he whipped his phaser out of its holster. A vworping filled the Bridge, and a blue police box suddenly blocked the turbolift doors, much to the surprise of the enemies in the shaft. The Doctor stepped out, to see the Starfleet officers all pointing phasers at him. "Who are you? And how on EARTH did you get onto our ship?" Coto asked. In reply, the Doctor said "Really. Do people have to point guns at me EVERYWHERE I go? I'm "The Doctor". Or "Ten". Or "Get Off This Planet", although strictly speaking that's probably not a name." "Come on! This is not a game!" said Coto. "It is most certainly not." "Well than, WHAT ARE YOU HERE FOR AND HOW DID YOU GET ONTO MY SHIP?!" "Woah woah woah! No need for all this trouble. But if you insist, I will tell you how I got onto your ship and what I'm here for if you will just give me five minutes. Deal?" The Doctor asked, holding his hand out for a handshake and smiling pleasantly.
"Captain. I don't think we can trust him." Lieutenant Hong said. "Me neither." said Kaplan. Coto smiled and said in reply, "We'll give him five minutes. See if he delivers." "Thank you." interjected the Doctor. "If he doesn't, I'll throw him in the brig myself." finished Coto. "Uhh, not so thank you…" the Doctor muttered. Coto turned to the Doctor, now sitting in the Captain's chair. "Five minutes. Go." The Doctor replied with "I'm going to need a security team ready to mobilise, ventilation system maps covering this whole ship, a pot of coffee, twelve Jammie Dodgers, and a fez." (Star Trek version of an actual quote) Coto replied with "Get him his maps."
Five minutes later
"Your five minutes is up." said Coto. The Doctor replied with, "Right, and where's my fez?" "Ummm… I'll be right back" Coto said as he frantically rushed about the bridge looking for that misplaced fez from a month ago. The Doctor grabs a fez from under a chair, and casually asked, "Looking for something?" holding up the fez. He continued, "Ok. One. We need to get to Engineering. B. No, two. That's where the enemy base is. C, or three, we will have to climb through this ship. And coming in at a very low four, or D, or that little [IV] you see between brackets in footnotes, don't argue, and don't ask any dumb questions." The Doctor turned to leave. "Wait wait wait!" shouted a redshirt with a funny looking beard. "Who put YOU in charge? And who are you anyways?" The Doctor turned around, fire in his eyes. "I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I come from the planet of Gallifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborous. I am nine hundred and three years old, and I am the man who will save your lives, and everyone else on this ship." The Bridge crew looked awestruck. "You got a problem with that?" asked the Doctor. "No, sir." grunted the redshirt. "In that case," said the Doctor, "Allons-y!"