AN: Hi, over here in the western United States (of AMERICA!) two girls decided that…. BUSH, CHANEY, ARCHER, AND MALCOLM SUCK!
So we wrote this. This, by popular demand, became the most stupid thing we've ever written!
Disclaimer: Hi, we don't own Star Trek, but we will one day! We'll rescue them from Paramount/Fox!
Well, all except for the Enterprise crew…
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Several hundred years into our future, the year being 2153 aboard the USS Enterprise…
"Captain, something's gone wrong with the work on the warp core!"
"What! How could this be? The warp core was perfect a few hours ago!"
"I think it may take us to fast when we switch to warp 5."
"THAT WAS THE WHOLE POINT!" Captain Archer stood, staring down the engineer.
"Sir, we could smack into oblivion!" Whoever had said this, stopped his pacing, and looked to the captain. "Sir, we would like your help!"
"Fine." Archer walked to the main deck.
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147 years ago, on the planet Terra, (AKA: EARTH!) two men were sitting down on a bench outside of the white house, thinking, against their minds, that "homosexual marriage" was a good thing.
"Dick, do you think we were wrong about trying to change the constitution, and not allow gays to marry?"
Cheney replied in his abnormally squeaky voice, "Maybe sir, maybe."
A muted gasp was heard from the background. Bush and Cheney spun around, to see Laura overly surprised, and slightly angry. Her face was screaming, "What the fuck are you saying?" but her mouth wasn't able to move.
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Everything was perfect, the warp core was fixed, and Archer was sleeping, having a very good dream! Oh wait, this was his dream…
One of the coils within the warp core had fried; some of the crystals had gone, too. Basically, they were stranded.
"Captain, a Ramulan ship is decloaking, and they seem to be locking their phazors onto us." T'pol said over her communicator.
"Raise shields!" Archer snapped, seemingly annoyed. These bastards seem to have an uncanny knack to get to us RIGHT when we need it the least! He thought. They were just about to raise shields, when three Ramulans beamed onboard, into Engineering.
ZING!
ZAP!
A phazor beam went straight toward the captain, but was deflected by a loose piece of metal. Now, this was great…
BOOM!
The hunk of metal and the phazor beam flew toward the warp core causing a freak accident. Archer and Malcolm flew around the sun really fast with the help of the warp core, traveling through space and time to land in…
"Hey Dick! Who them guys in the weird costumes who came out of nowhere!" Bush asked in his stupid hick accent.
"Sir," the squeaky voiced vice president said, "I believe they are Malcolm Reed and Jonathan Archer from star trek."
Archer gripped Malcolm's shoulder and took him aside.
"Were the hell are we Malcolm?"
"We must be on Terra Nova between the years 2000 and 2008. Those guys were the president and vice president George Bush and Richard Cheney"
"Well, how the hell do we get back?"
"I'm not sure if that's possible, but T'pol and the rest might be working on it, in the future"
"I doubt that, the ship is probably over run with Romulans"
"Damn!"
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this would make it the year 2006…
End note!
Hi, whatcha think? Reviews wanted… or else!
This story was co-authored by: Ame Kahn (Yaaay Ame Kahn!)
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