A/N: I'm writing this purely for fun and am getting no profit whatsoever. Please do not sue me. Unfortunately, all characters and ships belong to the geniuses at Paramount except Liz, she's mine. For any of you who have either had, or written about the same idea, what can I say great minds; think alike. If you have written about this, please do not be offended, I am not copying, for I have, to my best recollection, not read any but am still looking. Enjoy, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated. I'll shut up now so you can read the story.
Wormhole? I didn't see any Wormhole!
A shuttle was cruising through space at high impulse towards a newly formed stellar nursery. There was no "mother-ship" in sight. Along the side an observer could have barely made out the words "Starship Enterprise". In point of fact, Enterprise had left the shuttle out there to explore the nursery while they themselves visited a nearby planetary system. This story is what happened to the occupants of this shuttle.
The shuttle shuddered fiercely, as if it had hit something. The lights flickered and it came to a full stop. "What was that?" Lieutenant Malcolm Reed asked from his seat at the navigational console.
"I have no clue, but whatever it was it certainly did a number on our engines. We have no engines, no sensors, no weapons, and did I mention no engines." Lieutenant-Commander Aliziela Cannon, Assistant Chief Engineer of the Starship Enterprise, called over the explosion of yet another overloaded systems. "Well, there went life support, we'll breathing our own CO2 in about 2 hours."
By this point Commander Tucker, aka Trip, had already pulled the front panel off of the engineering console and was trying to restore at least minimal power by flashlight. "Ow, ouch you piece of…, son of a …, you're not supposed t' bite the han' that feeds ya, ain't ya ever heard that you stupid machine." Trip said, talking mainly to the engines rather than his fellow crewmates. The panel sparked yet again, almost as if in defiance.
While Trip was busy fighting with the engines Liz had gone to work on the Life Support systems. "I don't think it likes the way you're speaking to it, Trip." Liz teased. Ironically, at the same time she ended up smacking her own console in hope that it would have more effect than what she had been trying.
"You should talk, if ya leave a dent ya gotta buy 'er." He retorted as he worked. A tense silence fell over the three occupants each concentrated on their three respective jobs: Malcolm on weapons, Trip on engines, and Liz on Life Support. This silence was broken by a long chain of obscenities that were so drenched in southern accent that, if you weren't used to it, weren't even understandable. There meaning was clear, however, because of the tone in which Trip uttered them. About ten words into this chain, Trip fell silent following a rather loud clank.
"You okay, Trip?" Liz asked, her voice laced with concern. Something had definitely happened. After not receiving a reply, she extracted her upper torso from the console and turned to check on her friend. Malcolm had done the same. What they saw was Trip, lying unconscious on the floor and a wrench lying about two feet from his head. Malcolm was closest, so he reached him first. As he checked Trip's pulse, he announced "He's alive, but out cold."
"Great, I'll get the smelling salts." Liz said as she reached for the first aid kit. However, she did not get the chance to attend to Tucker because just then a large anomaly opened up on screen directly in front of the shuttle and it was pulled in.
The last thing Liz remembers is a shooting pain all down her left arm and then blackness. Malcolm's just encountered the darkness as the first aid kit Liz had been handing him a moment earlier hit him directly in the head.