Space Trek!

Alright, all you chuckleheads, I suddenly hatched this idea out of the blue to have a crossover between two of my favorite franchises, Hey Arnold and Star Trek. Yes, I know, I just admitted I'm a complete nerd. Anyway, I'm pretty sure none of you Hey Arnold fans are that fond of Star Trek, but I'll try to describe as much as possible while providing plenty of author notes. If anyone has questions, feel free to ask in a message or review! I don't know how long this particular story is going to be, but bear with me, alright? Let's roll!

Disclaimer: Craig Bartlett owns Hey Arnold and Gene Roddenberry owns Star Trek! I own NOTHING! …. which is quite a shame.

xXx

"Admiral, we are receiving a distress signal from the Federation starship PS118!" a short, young cadet with a large nose reported. He was a student at the Starfleet Academy on Earth, training to become an operations officer.

"On screen!" Admiral Wartz, wasted no time.

Only static was shown in the message, but the sound could still be made out.

"W-we need help!" the voice was that of a female. "We are being attacked by the Borg! Repeat! We are being attacked! Send help immediately!"

The Admiral took a moment before pulling aside one of his people.

"You heard them, I want a crew put together right this minute!" Admiral Wartz said before turning to the big-nosed kid. "Sid, you have yet to go on your first space mission, am I correct?"

"Um, c-correct, sir."

"Splendid, absolutely splendid. I want this kid placed on the U.S.S. Hillwood," the crew member nodded as the Admiral placed his free hand on his chin as if in thought. "And I want that new captain, what's his name, Shortman? Yes, I want him on that ship as well. Well, what are you waiting for? Get the Hillwood ready!"

"Yes sir!" The crew member left.

Sid just sighed before looking down at his favorite boots. His first space mission. He had to have seen that coming. The Starfleet Academy didn't train you to stay on planet Earth. Suddenly, he became extremely nervous.

xXx

"Captain Arnold P. Shortman, I am Commander Gerald Johansson, chief of security. It will be an honor working under you today," Gerald kept a straight face. The ridges on his forehead made him distinguishable as a Klingon.

It was surprising to see a Klingon aboard the ship considering not many of them joined Starfleet. Then again, it was also surprising to Arnold that he himself was on this ship as the highest ranking officer. Arnold was one of the youngest captains Starfleet has ever seen – and he had only just been promoted last week. This was his first assignment as captain. He was afraid his nervousness was showing itself in front of the tall-haired Klingon.

"Thank you, Commander," Arnold said before turning to his pilot. "Ensign Stinky, fire up the engines."

"Okey-Dokey!"

Arnold was glad Admiral Wartz had chosen Stinky to be the pilot. Everyone said he was the best in the Academy.

Most of the crew members were quite young. For several of them, this was their first mission. However, even for those who had been on a few missions in the past, all were slightly nervous. They had to deal with the Borg, which meant it was likely that after today they would either be dead, or assimilated as Borg drones.

After about half-an hour traveling in warp drive, the Federation starship Hillwood finally arrived where the distress signal had originated from.

"This is cryptic," thought Arnold aloud as he rubbed his chin in thought.

The small ship, PS118, was the only ship around and looking heavily damaged. Yet there was no sign of a Borg vessel in sight.

"Are we too late?" Sid was shaking with nervousness.

"It's too early to be sure. Give me a status report on that ship, Cadet!"

Sid pressed a few buttons on his computer before coming to conclusions.

"It appears this ship has been stationary for the past two hours in this exact state, but I'm getting a reading of several humanoids on board," Sid gulped as he said this. For all he knew, those humanoids could all be Borg.

"Set me up with an away team, Commander Johansson."

"Right away, Captain."

xXx

Their away team consisted of Arnold, Gerald, and a young morale officer with red hair and freckles who introduced himself as Ensign Eugene Horowitz. His expression seemed quite cheery, but Arnold had a dark feeling that Eugene would be killed during their journey through the PS118. Rumors at Starfleet had spread around that ensigns who wore red were always killed on away missions. Ironically enough, Eugene's uniform was red.

"Beam us down, Ensign Park," Arnold said to the engineer controlling the transporter.

"Energizing!"

A tingling sensation overcame them. They were engulfed in a bluish fog and before they knew it, the fog dissipated and the transporter room they were once in had now become a desolate hallway smelling of ash. Sparks flew from some exposed wires.

Arnold took out his phaser as a precaution.

"Should we split up?" Eugene asked while holding his own phaser in front of him.

"No!" Arnold said a little too suddenly, which his team noticed. He didn't want his crew members to sense his fear about their situation, so he tried to come up with a logical reason to stick together. "If we run into any Borg, we can fight them off together as opposed to doing it by oneself."

His crew looked towards one another and nodded in agreement.

Gerald was the first to speak aloud. "Good thinking, Captain."

"Please," Arnold felt too flustered by his week-old title, "address me as Arnold."

"You got it, Cap – uh, Arnold."

Arnold smiled at the Klingon, and to his surprise, he was given a smile in return, something Klingons rarely gave out.

"I think I hear something, you guys."

The three quieted themselves to listen to the disturbance. It sounded like something had fallen over, and was quickly followed by the sound of rapid footsteps. As the sound got closer, they could hear someone panting.

"Phasers on stun." Arnold got his ready as the others did the same.

The runner had just turned a corner and spotted the three in the hallway. It was a girl. She had short black hair, bronze skin, and was somewhat tall. She came to a halt before realizing who the three were, then casually walked towards them.

"It's about time they sent someone to our rescue!"

"I'm s-sorry –?" Arnold started.

"Sorry?" She cut him off. "Most of my crew has been assimilated already!"

"You're the captain of this ship?"

"Boy, you're a smart one, alright! I am Captain Rhonda W. Lloyd!"

Arnold was about to slap his hand to his face in exasperation, feeling incredibly stupid for not having looked at the insignia on Rhonda's uniform before speaking. Three golden cuff straps decorated the edges of each of her sleeves, indicating her said rank. Instead of humiliating himself more by a face-palm, he decided that his own introduction was in order.

"I'm Captain Arnold P. Shortman of the U.S.S. Hillwood. Are there any more members of your crew on board?"

"There should be, but I'm still trying to get away from the Borg," Captain Rhonda threw her thumb in some random direction.

"We didn't find any Borg vessel around your ship."

Rhonda's face showed no signs of being surprised.

"They totally freaked and left, leaving some of their Borg behind on my ship."

Arnold seemed confused at this statement. The Borg were a collective; they rarely, if ever, left a member straggling. He was still pondering when he heard a shout coming from Eugene.

"Look out!"

The other three of them turned to find a Borg member walking from the direction in which Rhonda had come from.

"Hurry, this way!" Rhonda broke out into a run in the direction of the hallway not occupied by the Borg drone as the three boys followed suit.

Although they were getting farther away from the drone, they heard him speak in a raspy, yet monotonous tone.

"We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile."

Arnold never thought he would hear that deadly phrase in his first mission as captain.

"Can't we kill it?" Arnold asked through his quickened breath.

"With phasers? Please. We've tried every weapon! They've already adapted!"

"Bummer."

Arnold looked quizzically at Gerald. He had never heard a Klingon say that before. He almost seemed – human.

"Quickly, in here!" Rhonda opened a grate on the lowest part of the wall in one of the hallways and hopped in gracefully.

Eugene, more or less, tripped into the gape in the wall.

"Oof! I'm ok!"

The space was tight, yet able to fit the four of them when they stood beneath the opening. Rhonda quickly put the grate back in its place after everyone was safely inside.

"Shh! Be quiet, all of you!"

Rhonda was peeking out of the slits in the grate. Arnold felt his face moisten with sweat as the drone slowly walked past their hiding spot. All was silent for a few more seconds until Rhonda decided that the coast was clear.

"Ok, everyone," Rhonda got on all fours and started crawling through one of the lowest tunnels, "follow me."

"Where are we going?" Arnold decided to ask as they shuffled their way through the Jefferies tubes.

"The engineering room," Rhonda stated nonchalantly. She seemed like she was a brave captain. "I told my crew to meet there in case of an emergency such as this."

"Why not the bridge?" Gerald spoke.

"If you were to attack a ship, where would be the first place you would look for the captain?"

"I guess I see your point, but if no one was on the bridge, they could take control of the helm."

"I assign a few crew members to stay there, but that was a bad idea today. When we were attacked, the first place that was hit was the bridge. The crew members I had assigned there are all dead."

Arnold felt a pang of guilt for not arriving sooner. Rhonda looked back at him and saw the expression in his face. She added to her speech as if she knew what he was thinking.

"It was before we sent our distress signal. There was nothing you could have done."

xXx

Rhonda peeked through the slits of a different grate, one that led to the engineering room. Arnold and his crew heard some chatting voices, the tones of which seemed slightly frightened.

"Good, no drones," Rhonda pushed open the grate and began crawling out.

"Captain Lloyd!" a few people were ecstatic at her arrival.

"In the flesh!" She said before giving the boys a hand out of the duct they were in.

"A rescue party!" A high pitched voice sounded. "We're saved!"

The voice came from a very tall girl with long brown hair. She eyed Eugene and instantly began to blush.

Arnold surveyed his surroundings. It appeared a darker girl with blonde dreadlocks was taking care of the injured. A black-haired boy with red eye-wear smiled after having spotted Rhonda, but fidgeted a bit as if trying to contain himself. And the tall girl with the high-pitched voice kept stealing glances at Arnold's red-uniformed ensign. There weren't many survivors, but maybe they weren't all here.

"Is this everyone?" Arnold asked Rhonda, who looked over her crew members.

She had spent a great deal of time combing her ship to look for survivors of the Borg. There was one in particular she couldn't find, but she somehow knew that the crew member was intelligent enough to outsmart the Borg and survive as well.

"We're missing one. Lieutenant Heyerdahl, my chief engineer! Where is she?"

"Gosh, Captain Lloyd, I believe she left to find you!" The tall girl paused before continuing. "And she might have gone after Helga as well.

Rhonda wiped her hand down her face in exasperation. "Great."

"Is Helga another crew member?" Arnold asked.

Rhonda crossed her arms over her chest, remembering what she had witnessed at the beginning of the Borg attack. "She was – before she was assimilated."

"Don't worry," Arnold said. Rhonda, again, seemed to know what he was thinking and nodded for him to go on with his plan. He clicked on the badge that decorated his uniform. "Captain Shortman to Ensign Park, eight to beam up. Do not include the away party."

"Gotcha, Captain," Park's voice was heard.

A bluish fog surrounded each of the survivors of the PS118.

"You are a bold kid, Arnold."

Arnold smiled at Gerald's remark.

"Come on, guys, let's find Lieutenant Heyerdahl."

Eugene took out his tricorder. "Well, there appears to be movement near Sickbay."

"Let's move."

xXx

The three had been careful walking through the ship. So far they hadn't run into any Borg. They were almost to Sickbay.

"Where do you think the Borg are?" Eugene remained looking cheerful.

Arnold questioned silently to himself how anyone could be cheerful when on the same ship as the Borg. He also wondered if Eugene knew about the rumor at Starfleet. Arnold should have had Gerald choose a different member of his crew for this away party, perhaps someone who was wearing a blue uniform instead.

"I hope they got lost on the Holodeck," Gerald gave a subtle smirk.

"Actually, they're probably on the bridge," Arnold guessed. "It is likely that they would fix this ship to make into a vessel, since their own vessel has left them."

"That's another strange thing, man. What would the Borg 'freak' about?"

Arnold pondered the answer to that question, but sighed instead. "I have no idea. It's all very strange to me."

"Here we are!" Eugene's high amount of optimism was starting to scare Arnold.

Sickbay looked deserted through its windows. Although he had seen a doctor in the engineering room tending to some members of Rhonda's crew, it still seemed pretty odd to him. Maybe he was just really used to seeing a doctor in Sickbay.

"There seems to be movement in there," Eugene pointed at the door.

"As chief of security, I should enter first," Gerald opened the door and slowly walked inside, followed by Arnold and then Eugene.

"Where's the movement?" Arnold looked at Eugene, who was busy deciphering his tricorder.

Their hearts jumped at the sound of metal hitting metal.

"We are the Borg! You will be assimilated! Resistance is futile!"

"AHHH!" Eugene screeched before reeling into a nearby shelf. "I'm ok."

A Borg girl was walking towards them. The sound she had made was from accidentally bumping into the wall that she was hidden behind up until Arnold's crew had entered Sickbay. Her skin was a grayish-green with machinery attached to miscellaneous areas of her face, neck, and body. She must have had blonde hair at one point, as a lock of it was lodged under the outer edge of a mechanical transplant on her otherwise bare cranium. One of her eyes was covered with a transplant, but the other was such a vibrant shade of blue that it sparkled. Arnold recalled at that moment that her eye was the only beautiful thing she possessed.

Gerald quickly lifted his phaser at the Borg drone.

"NO! Don't shoot!" A short girl suddenly jumped out in between the enemies. She was wearing a pair of blue goggles in front of her eyes. Her pointed ears indicated that she was Vulcan.

The drone's walk itself was suddenly cut short when she was stopped by a force field behind the short Vulcan. She fell to the ground.

Arnold was surprised at the scene. He looked back from the Borg girl to the Vulcan.

"W-who are you?"

"I'm Lieutenant Phoebe Heyerdahl."

"What are you doing here –, " Arnold paused, then looked towards the fallen girl, "with a drone?"

"I am attempting to fix her!"

"Fix? How?"

"I must first sever her from the Borg collective. From there, I will have to surgically remove most of the machinery," Phoebe held a hand to her chin for a second. "I really do require some assistance from Doctor Nadine, however."

"Why do you need to fix her?" Arnold asked.

Phoebe looked into the captain's eyes. Arnold almost had to squint to make out what was happening behind her goggles. Although Vulcans rarely show emotion, Arnold found tears forming on the rims of Phoebe's eyelids. "She's my best friend."

The crew looked at the drone, still sprawled on the floor, attempting to come to. Arnold thought quickly before turning to Phoebe.

"Sedate her."

Phoebe quickly grabbed a medical instrument from one of the shelves that wasn't knocked over by Eugene and lowered the force field surrounding the lone Borg. "Sedating!"

Arnold clicked on his badge after Phoebe pressed the instrument against the skin of her friend's neck.

"Park, five to beam up!"

xXx

Ooo! A cliffhanger! Who the heck is this lone Borg with Phoebe? And why the heck did the Borg leave the PS118 suddenly?

Ok, I'm going to try to explain a few things in the best way that I can in my own words. I like Star Trek, but sometimes it can get confusing even for me.

Here is a list of ranks:

Cadet- usually a student. A first-class cadet is a fourth year student at Starfleet Academy. After graduating, they rank as an ensign. (list of cadets mentioned so far: Sid)

Ensign- the lowest rank before Lieutenant. They should not be underestimated, however. In many Star Trek episodes, ensigns can do pretty spectacular things such as pilot a ship and work in engineering. (list of ensigns mentioned so far: Stinky, Park, Eugene)

Lieutenant- rank below commander. Usually has some experience with leadership and authority. (list of lieutenants mentioned so far: Phoebe)

Commander- rank directly below captain. If the captain cannot perform his or her duties, the commander is the one who is supposed to take over. (list of commanders mentioned so far: Gerald)

Captain- highest rank below admiral. Just some quick trivia, captains don't own their ship unless they have been a captain for quite some time and are very good at it. (List of captains mentioned so far: Arnold, Rhonda)

Admiral- highest rank. (List of admirals mentioned so far: Wartz)

Any unnamed characters will be presented in future lists.

Glossary:

Borg- one of the biggest known enemies in Star Trek history. They are basically cyborgs (part human, or alien, mixed with electronics and machinery) who "assimilate" in order to gain knowledge of different species and their technology. They act as a collective usually referring to themselves as "one". Personally, I think these are the scariest things on Star Trek.

Holodeck- a room on a ship that only has projectors. When it is turned on, it reveals a sort of simulated reality using holographic imagery.

Jefferies tubes- series of tubes and tunnels that network throughout the ship. Provides access to the ship's circuitry.

Klingon- an alien species. Usually dark-skinned, their most prominent features are their cranial ridges, hot pink blood, and almost barbaric behavior and temperament.

Phaser- a futuristic, laser-like gun.

Sickbay- a medical facility on a ship.

Vulcan- an alien species. More dominant features include copper-based green blood, pointed elfish-looking ears, and they prefer to suppress their emotions, thinking rationally and logically instead of through emotion.

Any questions? Feel free to ask in a review or send a message! Right now I feel as if my author's note is longer than the chapter itself!