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Captain's Log, stardate 44642.9. The Enterprise is en route at warp eight to the planet Aetas IV in the Tou Cantu Abit system- planet that is home to approximately ten thousand people. According to their distress call, the nuclear generator that the colonists use for power is overloading and quickly deteriorating. Along with the Enterprise, several other Federation ships in the sector are warping to the scene and some have already arrived. It is hoped that if the reactor is unable to be repaired in time that the Enterprise's greater transporter capacity will be able to bring those on the planet's surface to safety.
"Status, Number One?" the Captain Jean-Luc Picard asked as he exited his ready room and stepped onto the bridge of the Enterprise.
"We'll be arriving in just minutes, sir. Medical teams have been posted in every transporter room should sickbay be unable to keep up with the rate of transport that may be necessary and Dr. Crusher has been in contact with the other ships to coordinate plans for providing extra personnel to their medical teams if the need arises," the bearded first officer, Commander William T Riker reported. "The ships that have arrived at Aetas IV are beginning evacuation of all civilians from the areas surrounding the main reactor."
"Very good," he nodded, glancing at the large screen at the front of the bridge. "Mr. Data, take us into standard orbit when we arrive, but be prepared to take us out quickly if need be. The blast from that reactor could reach us if the situation is dire enough. Probably wouldn't do too much damage, but I don't want to risk it- not with the shields down for transport."
"Yes, sir," the android- Lieutenant Commander and second officer Data- said. "We are dropping out of orbit now."
"Sir," a deeper, almost growling voice said from behind the captain's chair, "incoming transmission from the planet."
"On screen."
"Enterprise! You've arrived just in time," a voice said, though distorted and the picture refused to resolve itself into a recognizable face. "Our power supply is just abo-" The message cut off, static replacing whatever the colonist had been trying to communicate.
"Mr. Worf, can you restore the connection?"
"Negative, sir," the Klingon officer said, shaking his head. "There is too much interference from the breakdown of the reactor."
"Then let us hope there is not too much interference to beam them aboard. Yellow alert, all stations. Mr. Data, bring us within transporter range. Mr. O'Brian, begin transporting the colonists- any sign of life that you can lock onto- on board starting with those closest to the power supply and working outwards from there."
"Yes, sir," the affirmation came from both at nearly the same time.
"Mr. Worf, contact the other ships- make sure that they are aware of the situation on the planet and get a status report on what areas have already been evacuated and relay that information to Mr. O'Brian. Dr. Crusher ha-"
The Captain was cut off as an explosion rocked the planet below. On the screen, the entire bridge watched as Aetas IV's one and only inhabited continent became victim to a quickly spreading fire. Apart from the electronic blips and other ambient noise, there was complete silence among the members of the bridge crew. Without any instructions, Data put the ship into reverse to make sure that the ship would not be in harm's way.
"Sensors show that radiation levels have increased exponentially on the planet," he reported once the Enterprise was still again. "A lethal point was reached just seconds after the reactor failed." Turning his seat around so he was facing the rest of his crewmates he said, "The only surviving colonists are the ones who have been beamed on board. The rest have been killed in the explosion or by the resulting radiation."
"Dr. Crusher to the bridge. Can you repeat your message please?"
"Any further patients will be from the other transporter rooms, doctor. The generator has failed."
"Understood," the redheaded doctor nodded, tapping her badge to deactivate it. Moving around sickbay, she watched as those under her command tended to the wounds of those injured in the reaction core's pre-melt down. The vast majority of them seemed to belong to the team that had been in charge of the power station if their uniforms were anything to go by. Injuries seemed to range from anything to burns to a few broken limbs depending on how close to the generator's implosion they had been transported out.
One of the patients caught her eye, though, his clothes seemingly out of place among the official wear of those around him. A brown, pinstriped, possibly 21st century design suit wasn't exactly the type of clothing she would have expected someone who was that close to the core to be wearing. Noting a similar look of confusion on the ensign's face who was treating the man, Beverly walked over.
"Something the matter, Alexi?" she asked, standing on the opposite side of the medbay bed from her, the man still under sedatives for the moment.
The ensign shook her head. "I'm getting some very strange readings is all. Were all of the colonists on Aetas IV human?"
"There might have been a few with a parent from another species, but from my understanding of the file they were all basically human. Why?"
"Take a look for yourself," Alexi said, handing her tricorder to the doctor.
Looking over the information that had been scanned into the device, Dr. Crusher's confusion just deepened. "Binary vascular system, lower body temperature, tubular respiratory system… And that just looks like the most basic of differences. I wonder…."
"We had to use a different setting on the hypospray in order to sedate him, too," she continued to explain. "Normal settings wouldn't get through his skin and with the struggle he put up, it wasn't an option to not sedate him."
With no warning, the man's eyes snapped open and he sat up, his body rigid. "How many survivors?" he demanded in an accent that would not be out of place on a faraway Earth country, England.
"You need rest, you've been injured," Dr. Crusher said, gently but firmly pushing down on his chest.
"How many survivors?" he repeated, a sort of maniac panic in his voice. His brown eyes searched the doctor's face for an answer, almost pleading for her to tell him.
"W-we don't know yet," she said, motioning for a hypospray. "An official count hasn't been made. The reactor exploded only minutes ago. We're still trying to deal with injuries right now and we have to communicate with the other ships to see how many they were able to transport on board, but we'll know soon enough. Now," she smiled softly, hypospray in hand, "you need to get some rest."
Once the anesthetic was administered, the man's eyes rolled back in into his head and his body relaxed. Beverly reached over to his necktie, loosening it so that he could breathe easier.
"I want you to keep an eye on him. I know we have no clear baseline for what's supposed to be normal for him- certainly not a species I'm familiar with right of the bat- but let me know if there's any changes," she instructed Alexi, blue eyes studying the man's facial features as he slept. "He should sleep for a little while longer- long enough to get everyone else all set since I haven't seen any major injuries yet. Do what you can for him. I'm sure the captain will want to ask him a few questions seeing as how he's the only non-human that's been reported so far."
"Do you think…?"
"I just know that he's injured and needs to be taken care of. If he's involved in what happened somehow, that's not our main concern right now nor should we be jumping to conclusions, understood?"
Alexi nodded. "Of course, doctor."
On the medbay bed between them, the man seemed to react to that word, 'doctor,' raising his head slightly and trying to open his eyes, but falling back after only a brief moment. His reaction was passed off as nothing out of the ordinary by those around him who quickly fell back into their normal routine.
A/N: I hope that you have enjoyed the first chapter of my first ever Star Trek fic and my first crossover story in a long time! Just on a timeline note: This story is set approximately mid-season 4 for TNG [along with being pre-11th Doctor encounter in the Assimilation^2 comics] and post-The Next Doctor for the Doctor himself. Please bear with me if I make any mistakes in Star Trek canon as I am still working my way through The Next Generation series. Thanks for reading!