Ok chapter two, seems like you wanted more so here it is. I have a feeling I might have built this up too much now but hey on with the show.

Mickie decided to go into her ready room. It was a small room just off the bridge and designed for the Captain to get some quite time to do reports, hold occasion private meetings in but still be available at a moments notice on the bridge.

This time all Mickie wanted to do was think, she knew none of what her crew had been saying about the Bermuda triangle was possible, yet still she couldn't shake the feeling that they were right.

Nothing since the encounter with that other ship seamed right. Yet it didn't seem overtly wrong either, nothing was out of place, they were still in the Atlantic ocean, everyone was speaking English and the sun such as it was, was still in the sky.

Sitting down in her chair Mickie reached over an ran her fingers along her shiny new desk. She peered in to the surface and saw a worried face staring back at her, she almost didn't recognise herself.

Sitting up straight Mickie checked that her hair was still wrapped up tightly in the bull dog clip she had synched it in this morning and pulled at her jacket.

"Damm this I will not loose this ship on its first mission." She said standing up abruptly as the door chime went.

"Come in." She said, slightly louder than she had originally intended. Randy Orton opened the door and he wore a cautious smile on his face.

Randy didn't know what was going on here, but he had a pretty good suspicion, he knew that Captain James was not going to acknowledge it easily all he could do was make her burden easier. When she told him in a clean crisp voice that she would be in her ready room he knew that she was going in there to have a stern word with herself. Giving her a few minutes Randy decided to go and see her, see if they could figure this thing out together. Standing in front of her now he couldn't help but admire the beauty behind that Captains mask and he had to check himself internally at the sudden indulgence.

"Commander what can I do for you?" Mickie said leaning both hands on her desk and tipping her body towards him.

"Nothing maybe there is something I can do for you though?" He replied taking a step closer to her and letting the door swing closed behind him.

"Ok what did you have in mind?" She asked allowing a small smile to play at her lips as she watched him close the space between them.

"Maybe we could interview this man, rebel who ever he is together, I mean I know some things about this kind of thing, only what I have read, but maybe they have had people come though before, they may know how to get us back." Randy said watching Mickie's face for any sign of anger.

"Maybe, but I am still unsure as to where here is, for all we know we have stumbled on some little war game and our systems are malfunctioning." She said, but even as the words came out of her mouth they sounded false to her ears.

"I just wanted you to know your not alone Captain." Randy said as he saw her eyes soften slightly. Before they could take the conversation any further the intercom sounded.

"Go ahead Mr Debasie." Mickie replied pushing the button to contact the bridge.

"The other ship has arrived and is requesting permission to come alongside." Ted said as the doors to the ready room opened and he cut off his communication.

"Permission granted." Mickie said walking over to the lift accompanied by Randy.

"Ensign Morrison your with us, Ted you have the bridge." She said giving her old friend a smile as he watched the doors close.

Ted watched as Cody Rhodes turned in his chair and faced him.

"You knew her before this didn't you?" The young man asked as Ted left his passion and headed down for the command chairs.

"Yes Lieutenant, our fathers were friends, we have known each other for a long time." Ted replied as Ensign Mizanin took up his post at tactical.

"Is she a good Captain?" Cody asked he had not been a Lieutenant for long and this was only his third mission, he had served under two older Captains who were either due retirement or an Admiralty, he was excited to work with such a young crew. Now they had been thrown in to this situation and he couldn't help a small part of him wishing that one of them was here right now.

"She is the best Captain I have ever worked with, and if anyone can get us out of this mess, Mickie can." Ted said without hesitation as he checked his scanners and saw that the other ship had docked with there's.

Mickie stood shoulder to shoulder with randy as they watched two of the other crew climb aboard. They seemed to visibly relax when they had seen them arrive and they were now smiling slightly as they stepped on board the Legacy.

"Captain I presume." The larger man said, offering his hand as Mickie shook it curtly. This man was almost as tall as Randy; he had a wide set jaw and big muscular arms. His companion was slighter with multi coloured hair and a soft smile.

"Yes I am Captain Mickie James this is my first officer Randy Orton, and my ensign John Morrison." Mickie said introducing her crew to their two guests.

"My name is John Cena, and this is Jeff Hardy, we don't bother with rank or title, we have no use for them." John said as Mickie escorted them inside making sure her young ensign was paying attention to their guests.

"Oh you have no ship structure?" Mickie queried as then man stopped and turned to face her.

"Captain, we have no time for structure, we are always running always hiding, it is the best we can do to survive." He said his voice beginning to crack as he tried to explain their situation.

"What I don't get is how come you are so organised, unharmed with such an incredible ship." Jeff said as he watched the lift doors open and stepped back in surprise.

"We will tell you everything, as I hope you will us, but lets take this to a more comfortable setting shall we." Mickie said holding out her arm for the two men to step on to the lift and they did with caution.

It was strange to see their reaction as the lift stated to move. Both men grabbed hold of something and looked up suspiciously. Mickie knew their reaction was not false, they had never been on a lift before and she wondered how this had happened.

Reaching the main deck Mickie led the party in to a meeting room. It was a fair size room surrounded by windows that gave a light and airy feeling to the room.

Mickie pointed to the chairs and they all took a seat. Mickie went to the head of the table a sat with her back to the ocean. She looked over her shoulder briefly as she turned to her guests and re told the brief but unbelievable story of how they came to be here.

"Your telling us that one minutes you were searching out some drones the next you are staring down the barrel of the high commanders guns and you are still here to talk about it. This must be one amazing ship." John said as he glanced around him once more.

"Yes we seem to have much more advanced technology than you do, well at least the ships we have met so far." Randy said trying not to give too much away, he knew tactical knowledge was a thing best kept close to ones chest.

"Ok now you, tell us about your story." Mickie said as she found John's eyes and held his gaze.

"We were white slaves aboard an UAN ship, we were worked hard fed very little and chained together at night to prevent us from escaping. I was fortunate I knew someone on the rebels' side, I had managed to get a message out though a courtesan girl who was given the privilege of her own room. The next day the ship we were on was attacked. Thinking it was our friends we took our chance and escaped, we were wrong though, the ship that had attacked was another UAN ship. The Captain of our ship had been giving information to the Chinese and had been found out. What they didn't know was that we were free. We stole that boat from right under their noses took of in to the ocean and never looked back." John said as Mickie listened on with disbelief. The only thing she could liken it to was the history she remembered of black slavery, but here is was like the exact opposite except it seemed to have carried on for a much longer period in their history.

"Who are the UAN when did they form?" Mickie said wanting to know more about this possibly dangerous enemy.

"They are an alliance of Jamaica its surrounding Islands and the continent of Africa. They formed their coalition over three hundred years ago. Claiming that white people were inferior. They out numbered our ancestors two to one and were a savage culture. While we painted wrote music and tried to explore our world they wanted to find power and control. We never fought back we didn't stand a chance, now recently the rebellion has started to grow in strength, with every ship we take we get one step closer to freedom." John said as Mickie saw the pride in his eyes as he spoke of their plight.

"Now with this advanced ship we could take out many of theirs, we could turn the tide on the oceans which means or people on the land will get the courage to fight back to." Jeff said looking from Randy to Mickie and back again.

"I'm sorry we can't help you fight your war, we just want to go home." Mickie said feeling a slight pang of regret at her words and the look in their eyes.

"What do you mean you won't help, surely you agree with us." John said getting up and Ensign Morrison stood up with him making his presence in the room felt.

"Of course our own history is littered with oppression, wars and unfairness, but we cannot interfere here." Mickie said glancing at her Ensign to let him know not to do anything yet.

Randy placed his hand on the table and looked into the mans eyes from across the table.

"We can't help you with your war, there is no telling what will happen to our own reality if we do anything here to change your future, if my guess is correct we have not slipped into a past or a future but a parallel reality, one that is exactly the same but different decision were made, and so outcomes changed into the world we see now. For as many decisions made there is a theory there are as many different worlds and us being here might unbalance that enough to have already changed things." Randy didn't know any of this for sure but he had a strong suspicion that he was right. Mickie had leaned back in her chair trying to take in all that had been said in the past half an hour, she didn't know what to believe but the story was so out there that she knew it must be true.

"Is there anything else you need, we could supply you with food, or medical supplies." Mickie offered as he noticed both men were carrying injuries and were fairly thin despite their muscular build. At her offer their faces softened a bit.

"Both would be very welcome. We always have problems with getting supplies, it is hard to know who to trust." John said as they stood up from the table as Mickie and Randy prepared to leave the meeting room.

"Mr Morrison would you be kind enough to arrange supplies for these gentlemen and get them to their ship." Mickie said as they shook hands as they walked on to the open deck and prepared to leave for their own ship.

"Thank you Captain, and good luck in getting home I have a feeling you are going to need it." Jeff said as they made their way over to their own ship and Mickie turned to Randy.

"Would you organise help for Mr Morrison Commander I will be on the bridge." Randy nodded his head curtly as he watched Mickie leave her stride confident and upright, but he couldn't help see the look in her eyes which told him she was feeling anything but confident.

High Commander Sambo was watching as the blonde woman's head snapped back at another blow from his hand. Blood trickled from her mouth down her jaw and her arms were wrenched painfully behind her. Yet she had told him nothing, she genuinely seemed unaware of this new ship, but Sambo was having far too much fun, this woman was one of his favourites. She was strong and beautiful and she had a high tolerance for pain and it always made their session last that bit longer.

"Take her back I am convinced she knows nothing, we shall have to find out about this ship ourselves. Get a message to the Carpathian we will go on a man hunt." Sambo said as he left the woman on the floor as she was dragged back to her feet and led back to her cell.

It had taken just over an hour to get supplies to the rebels ship, Mickie had spent that time going though battle drills with her bridge crew.

Melina had come to the bridge to offer her expertise on the matter and was now sat in the Captains ready room with a steaming hot cup of coffee.

"So do you think the new turbo drive will be as good as they say it is?" Mickie asked the Latino woman sat opposite her who had an amused look on her face.

"Should so M'arm I designed her myself." She replied looking rather pleased at that moment but she soon lost her smile as Mickie leaned forward and spoke softly.

"Good because I think we are going to need it." Mickie sat back and allowed herself to relax slightly. Her crew were good, they were ready for combat and from what they had seen so far the ships this strange new world possessed were of no real threat.

That of course did not rule out being out numbered or surprised, Mickie knew that they could never be too prepared. Emptying her cup she stood up and took in a deep breath.

"Back to work I think Lieutenant, and keep that turbo warm for me will you." Mickie said a smile on her face as the chief engineer crossed the bridge and entered the lift.

"What do you say gentlemen lets take this ship home." Mickie sat in her Captain's chair as Cody hit the controls at his desk and the legacy's engines roared to life once moor. Mickie watched as the rebels ship disappeared over the horizon and all that was in front of them now was open water.

Mickie couldn't shake the feeling however that this was just a bit too easy, looking over at Randy he saw him glance at her knowing that her eyes were on him and sitting stiffly in his chair.

"Captain?" Randy questioned as he noticed that Mickie didn't take her eyes off him.

"You feel it too don't you?" She said unsure as to what she herself was referring to, all she had was this feeling.

"I'm not sure what are you feeling?" Randy asked cautiously and quietly so not to alert the other crew members.

"Just that this is all just a little bit too easy. From what John and Jeff said these UAN are not ones to just lie back and watch, we must be interesting to them, plus we are the hated white, well most of us anyway, yet we have not seen a single ship since our first encounter." Mickie said crossing her legs and leaning her body towards Randy, he almost copied her position so they were almost shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the bridge.

"I know what you mean, the waters are just a little bit too calm." Randy replied as Ted's station began to beep.

"Large ship off the port side, coming in from a 90 degree angle will be within weapons range within ten minutes unless we increase speed." Ted said as Mickie stood up and went to Cody at the helm. Placing her hand on his shoulder she looked directly ahead.

"Mr Rhodes intercept course, half speed, it is time to show these people what they are dealing with."

"Aye Aye Captain." Cody said as he turned the ship and set in a course for the other ship.

"Once more in to the breach dear friends." Mickie whispered as the ship loomed up out of the horizon and she gripped on to the back of Cody's chair.

Hope you liked chapter two, as ever please review this story will be full of drama and adventure I hate all this explication at the start but I had to set the scene so you kind of knew what was going on.

Surprises in store as we go along to and more familiar faces too so if you want chapter three hit that review button and I will be happy to oblige.