Prologue
Hi, this is my 1st FanFiction. All I ask is that you be as honest as you like.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Red Dwarf universe, or the Star Trek The Next Generation universe.
I do, however, own the storyline, the panthigians, The Marka Corporation planet and Jasmine Riker.
The sun shone down on the Panthigians, as they were doing some pretty complicated looking sums.
One sighed. 'And what, might I ask, is the purpose of this, sir?' he asked.
'I don't really know,' explained the Captain, dressed in a blood splattered uniform.
'How can you not know, Mr Cruise?' asked his First Officer.
'Well, Mr Joshkins, by the look of it, it appears we may have lunch on the way.'
'Lunch, sir?' asked Lieutenant Hype.
'Yes,' the Lieutenant Commander answered.
'I'm flabbergasted. How'd you work that out?'
'I can smell them, sir,' he stated.
'Lunch?' asked Hype again.
'Yes,' they all shouted.
Hype sighed and slowly walked off the podium.
Sergeant Peter Pillow ran into him, knocking him on the floor.
'Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to run into you,' he said, helping him up.
'It's alright, Sergeant. What is it?'
'Lunch, sir, coming.'
'Oh, yeah. Mr Nixon said so.'
'Wasted journey, huh, sir?'
Hype nodded and went off on his way; the Sergeant wondered if he was alright.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard sat in his command chair on the bridge.
Commander William Riker, simply known as Will, turned to him. 'Are you feeling OK, sir?' he asked.
Picard turnedc to face him. 'Yes, Number One, I'm fine.'
Lieutenant Commander Data, who was busy working at his station, tapping away at buttons, kept saying, 'curious, interesting, unbelieveable.'
'What is it, Mr Data?' asked Riker.
Data turned to Picard and Riker; he had a worried, yet excited look on his face.
'Data, are you OK?' asked Picard.
'Yes, sir. It appears we've entered uncharted territory.'