How Far We've Come - Summary: After receiving an intriguing distress signal from Delta Vega, the Enterprise goes to rescue a Commander from the clutches of a united faction of Klingons and Romulans. From there, the newly acquired Commander and the crew of the Enterprise embark on a mission of intrigue and danger to stop whatever these factions want. Only what the enemy wants is not obvious and now Kirk and the Commander must work together to save worlds from warfare they haven't seen for centuries...
A/N: This is my first venture in the Trek universe. I just fell into love with the characters and have decided to give this a shot. I have written Star Wars fanfiction so I hope I can keep most of them in character. My OC is technically not a Mary Sue because no one has ever met her. Also there might be pairing but as of right now its an adventure fic...but will feature the humor of everyone.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, rebooted or otherwise. If I did, then I would have both Bones and James T Kirk and I would not be sitting here wishing for it.
Chp. 1 Scrabble and Rescue Missions
It was eight months into the Enterprise's five year mission, that the Federation's flagship received a rather intriguing distress signal.
Captain James T. Kirk was shifting restlessly on the bridge as the rest of the crew were thoroughly engaged in a rather volatile game of Scrabble on the various consoles in front of him.
"Damn it." Uhura, his chief communication officers exclaimed as Hikaru Sulu raised a fist in celebration. Kirk smirked as Pavel Chekov, looked furiously at the board in front of him.
Before Chekov could exclaim in victory, a burst of "Hell Yeah" screamed from his chair, as Dr. Leonard McCoy, his Chief Medical Officer, laughed victoriously. It must have been a slow day down in sick bay if his best friend was playing the game with his bridge crew.
"Just because you got that word, does not mean I can't beat you." A distinct female voice said, over the comm system.
"Whatever Chapel. I just got triple points for that X." McCoy retorted, as Jim rolled his eyes turning his chair to look at his First Officer, who was apparently engrossed in whatever he was doing at his console.
"Spock?" Jim asked slowly, as the Vulcan typed furiously, ignoring his name. The captain heard something intelligible come from his mouth when a Scottish accent yelped over the speakers.
"Tha' does not count as a wor' Laddie!" Scotty exclaimed as he heard groans from the rest of his crew. Jim groaned as he heard Chekov agree that the use of one's name does not count as word.
"According the rules, Mr. Scott, my given name is a appropriate response since it is clearly in the galaxy wide dictionary." Spock replied, as Jim huffed in his chair. Of course, his closest friends and command would exclude him from what was a very rousing game of Scrabble.
"Did anyone think to give me a PADD so I could join in this game?" Jim asked, as he heard the deep chuckle of his best friend over the comm.
"We did but then we thought you would use to this time to actually do paperwork." McCoy, who Jim affecionately called Bones, replied.
"That and you would cheat." Uhura replied, as she smiled accordingly to whatever she had put in for her turn. He heard Sulu curse under his breath, as Uhura swung around in her seat, obviously hearing something over the until now silent communication channel. Jim immediately stopped bouncing his leg up and down as soon as Uhura forgot about the game, concentrating hard on the message coming through.
Everyone seemed to stop the game as they waited patiently as the expression changed on Uhura's face from contemplation to urgency. She looked once at the captain, who nodded discreetly before a obvious distress signal came filtering through the bridge.
"This is…Commander Audrey Pearce.." was the first part that came through before sounds of static and phaser fire came over. "I repeat, this is Commander Audrey Pearce requesting immediate assistance."
Before Jim could ask Uhura where the signal was located, it continued. "I am being hunted and fired on by Klingons and Romulans. I repeat, Klingons and Romulans are on Delta Vega."
"Uhura, can you get a message back to this Commander Pearce?" Jim asked, as Uhura shook her head.
"It seems to be a recording, sir. It was beamed directly to us." She replied as Kirk nodded.
"Is there anything else on that distress signal, Lieutenant?" Uhura listened carefully but shook her head again.
"It's a continous loop, Captain. It seems that this Commander set it at her command to beam out." He turned to Spock, whose eyebrow was raised slightly at the name of the planet.
"Spock,do you have any idea why the Klingons and Romulans would have any interest in Delta Vega?" Jim asked, as the Vulcan looked up the planet at his station.
"None sir. The Starfleet outpost was abandoned right after the Narada incident." Spock said, as he turned to look at Jim, who gave him a pointed look not to go there.
"Chekov, are we the closest ship the Delta Vega system?" He asked, his mind working a millions way. He hated that planet with a passion and had no desire to revisit it anytime soon.
Instead of Chekov responding, Uhura chimed in. "Sir, it seems that the distress signal was directly aimed at the Enterprise." She said, causing Jim to whip around incredulously.
As Jim formulated a reply, he realized the smart thing to do what to get in contact with StarFleet command and see if this distress signal was real or a ploy from the Klingons to get the Enterprise cornered. "Get in contact with Admiral Pike, Uhura. " Jim said, as she nodded as he turned again to his First Officer.
"Spock what is your analysis of the distress signal?"
"Its seems to be genuine, Captain." Spock replied. Jim sighed.
"Captain, Admiral Pike is on the line."
"Put it up at the viewscreen, Lieutenant." Jim said, as the face of his mentor and surrogate father appeared.
"Captain Kirk." Pike said as Jim nodded. "I usually don't get called unless it's an emergency. So what's the urgency?"
Jim smiled at the bluntness of the former captain. Pike never beat around the bush, even when he was drunk and bloody back at the bar in Iowa. Some things never change over time.
"Five minutes ago, my communications officer received a distress signal over our private comm channel." Jim said, as Pike just nodded. "It was from a Commander Pearce on Delta Vega and stated that both Klingons and Romulans were on planet, attacking."
If it wasn't for Jim knowing Pike as well as he did, he would have missed the slight blink and widening of eyes before it settled into that poker face. Jim took this as cue to continue with his question. "From what we gather, sir, is that Delta Vega was abandoned eight months ago. As of right now, I am quite disbelieving that this is a real distress call."
Pike sighed and closed his eyes briefly. Jim smiled victoriously inside because he knew that Pike would know about this. Any other Admiral would have rebuffed his inquisition and told him to go on his merry way to their next destination. Pike was different and knew that this was a serious situation, which is why Kirk told Uhura to contact him directly.
For a few moments, there was a tense silence on the bridge as the two captains of the Enterprise stared each other down. "Captain Kirk, your orders are to go to the Delta Vega system and rescue Commander Pearce." Jim sat there, arms crossed. "I will inform the rest of command of your new mission. Once you have Commander Pearce, please inform her to contact me. Pike out."
As the viewscreen went blank and the stars were seen again, Jim let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He keyed in a code for a shipwide broadcast to get everyone ready for the upcoming battle they were bound to engage in.
"Attention crew of the Enterprise, this is Captain Kirk. We have been ordered to Delta Vega. Prepare all weapons and station for battle. Kirk out." He said, as he kept both channels open to Sickbay and the transporter room where Scotty was.
"Bones.." Jim said, when the doctor grunted an affirmative to his unasked question as he heard orders being barked out to his staff. He heard Scotty run out of the transporter room to his engineering as Kirk closed out the private comms.
"Chekov, plot us a course to Delta Vega." Jim said, as the young Russian nodded. The rest of his bridge crew were working seamlessly together knowing exactly what to do. For whatever reason, slow days on the Enterprise always turned into stressful ones.
Captain James T. Kirk couldn't help but wish he knew more about what he was getting his crew into.
It was cold, snowing and not only were there Klingons and Romulans chasing after her, she had the not so nice wildlife of Delta Vega tracking her every move. This was definitely not Commander Pearce's day. All she could hope is that her distress signal, from her ship before it was destroyed (Damn Klingons) reached the flagship of the Federation in time.
As she reached another cave, this one bigger than the last one that the Romulans chased her out of, she looked around for some cover so she could at least catch her breath. She looked around and realized that the weather had gotten worse and panted realizing that the storm should at least slow down her attackers for at least a half hour. Which gave her enough time to change the power on her phaser and rig her communicator to work. Then she could continue on her journey to the lab that was her first objective once she reached the planet. She just hoped the neither of the now united factions would reach it first.
Pearce slid down the ice wall, the cold seeping through her now wet winter clothing as she set to work on her communicator so when the Enterprise came, they could lock onto her location. Or at least she hoped they could. Otherwise she would have to find another way off this godforsaken planet.
She knew if her signal would have reached any other ship other than the famous one that saved Earth, then Starfleet command probably would let her die and the secrets she held with her. But the now Admiral Pike was not one to let a man behind, and neither was his prodigy James T. Kirk. Which is why she rigged her ship to beam out only to the private frequency of the Enterprise and not any other ship. If there was one crew that could possibly save her, it was the one that saved Earth.
She sighed heavily as she fished out a replacement power pack for her phaser out of her pockets and set about making sure she was armed again. Running out of firepower against Klingons was a not a good idea since hand to hand with them was almost impossible. She was lucky enough to be in the top of her combat classes and knew how to take down the strongers races of aliens. Klingons were not on her list of specialities. In her other pockets rested her knife for closer combat and a emergency med kit was strapped to her waist. There was no way in the galaxy she was gonna leave her ship without it. She tended to get injured anywhere she went, and after a few close calls, she learned how to play doctor on herself.
The commander had her legs splayed out in front of her as the red head closed her eyes briefly, her recent injuries making themselves know. She counted at least three cracked or broken ribs, from the heavy boot of a very angry Romulan, some torn ligaments and lots of bruises and cuts from the tumbling and falling down ice cliffs. Pearce really did not like this planet, and would remain off her list as good vacation spots.
The sound of heavy footsteps and cursing Klingon alerted Pearce to impending doom, so she stood carefully, making sure she didn't make any noise, phaser at the ready. As soon as they were about to turn the corner, she heard their communicators squawk in Klingon, which she roughly translated into a Federation ship had appeared at the edge of the system.
She breathed a sigh of relief but also took advantage of the distraction to shoot both the soldiers, taking them out with two shots as they slumped dead to the ground. Walking over carefully to them, she spit on them as she listened carefully for anymore voices. Peacre swore softly when she heard both Romulan and Klingon coming toward her and she realized that she never took the time to think of a escape route.
So the commander went back to her hiding spot, only to hear more angry Klingon curses as they turned round the corner as she ran, barrelling toward them, heading toward the entrance. She moved swiftly, her ribs protesting at her gymnastics, out and under the larger beings as she made her way into the now quiet planet. The commander was running, placing an occasional shot behind her hoping to slow down her attackers. When she ran out of breath, coughing up a bit of blood in the process, she groaned. As the two species raced toward her, she felt the transporter beam catch her and soon enough she was gone before they could reach her. As she materialized in a transporter room, she had never been happier to see a Federation receiving pad in her life.
Then she promptly passed out only to hear a Southern voice curse as she fell to the ground.
So do I have your attention? Review if you want. I'll probably have more up tonight as I sit her still writing. I think my butt is asleep anyway...