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"Hey, Tara, do you want to come over and watch Star Trek with me and Susan tomorrow?"
Tara made a face at her phone, despite knowing her friend on the other side wouldn't be able to see it. "No, of course not, Zephyr. Why would I want to do that?"
"Because it's awesome. Seriously. You'd know that if you actually watched it."
"Nope. I'm busy tomorrow anyways."
"Oh fine. Your loss."
"Not really. Bye."
"Bye."
Tara hung up her phone. She didn't understand why her friends kept trying to convince her to watch Star Wars or Trek or whatever. She turned her laptop back on, browsing the internet to see if she could find any good TV shows. None. She quickly turned to Facebook to complain about this horrible occurrence to her friends. No response. Well that was odd, she thought. All of a sudden, she felt rather sleepy. She put her mug of chamomile tea down. Perhaps she shouldn't drink so much of a tea that was known to cause relaxation. It didn't normally make her feel this sleepy though.
She began to get out of her chair, intending to lay down for a while, but as soon as she stood up, she collapsed, fast asleep on the floor.
"She's fallen asleep," whispered a masked figure.
Another masked figure responded. "Well let's get her to the ship then. The drug will only last for so long."
They dragged her off the ground as they cancelled the hologram which was projecting Tara's room. The quickly carried her outside into a sleek, futuristic city and got in their waiting vessel. The first masked figure typed in some coordinates and then sat down, waiting for the craft to arrive at the designated coordinates.
When it got there, they shoved Tara onto the vessel's transporter pad and plugged some coordinates into the console there.
"Good luck," the masked figure whispered as Tara's sleeping form slowly vanished.
Doctor Leonard McCoy was not in a very good mood. Not that he normally was, but this was an exceptionally bad mood. Jim was refusing to undergo a medical scan and was seriously considering firing multiple torpedoes into Klingon space solely for the purpose of revenge.
McCoy was just leaving the med bay intent on getting a drink, when something caught his eye. A female figure was materializing on one of the beds. McCoy reached for his communicator.
"Jim, I think you'd better get down here. A girl just appeared in the med bay."
"What? Are you sure you're not hallucinating, Bones?"
"Just get down here," said McCoy.
"On my way."
