"Geeze, Romulans haven't changed the language from Klingon." Chekov said.
"Battle levels are a piece of cake but flying is another problem. Pavel, why are you installing Star Fleet library?" Sulu asked.
"I rather go to our funeral on a starship with federation ties." Chekov said
"That is comforting to hear." Sulu said.
"Seeing the doctor, older, different, and not like ours but strikingly similar. . ." Chekov said. "It got me thinking. Will we see him get to that age? Hair turn gray? His face getting wrinkles with every passing year? A softened, yet still grumpy doctor who loves to hypo us?" Chekov leaned over in the direction of Sulu. "And a well, more emotional Mister Spock? More human than he had shown on the countless missions he went on with the captain?"
"I believe by our influence he has become more human," Sulu said. "In both universes."
"Is it me or did Mister Spock and Doctor McCoy totally ransack the food packs and replace them all with vegetables in less than thirty-two minutes?" Scotty asked, coming into the bridge holding a package in one hand that was partially open.
Speller was at the communications station with a screw like device in her ear listening into the incoming signals being exchanged. Most of them were distress signals. Her face faltered at the one of the hailing while the conversation went on between the three men. They were bouncing ideas off one another why they could possibly do that since they never had a taste of Romulan and Klingon food. In among the distress signals were coming from Earth requesting that all remaining vessels turned away. Speller had been a communications officer, Lieutenant, prior to divulging herself completely into transporter technician experimentation.
"Miss Speller?" Came Spock Prime startling her.
Speller looked up toward Spock and it became apparent that she had been this way for more then ten minutes. She only knew that because the view screen displayed New Vulcan from orbit and there were two distant starships. One could not determine what was across from the blip in the scenery except that it were gray just like the item beside it except for the size of it was smaller. They were too far away to make a actual determination since it was approximately eight hours away from New Vulcan.
"All Star Fleet vessels are down," Speller sounded afraid. "Including the Enterprise. It has been on a repeat distress call."
McCoy Prime looked over toward Spock Prime.
"I take it Sarek's living counterpart is on Earth with Perrin?" McCoy Prime asked.
"'Summer vacation.' Sarek said," Spock Prime quoted. "My father never took summer vacation. Sarek is more versed in humanity than the one I knew."
Sarek's air-car had crash landed somewhere but not in the vaporizing ocean.
In his minds eye, Sarek felt himself enter Star Fleet command requesting to know what kind of 'illogical' natural disaster is going on. Earth was equipped with machines that organized the weather and kept it in check. No humans did tamper with these under any circumstance. They were used to make the seasons occur properly without being erratic and life threatening. The fleet admiral, a black man, Cartwright was in the room with President John Connor. The windows were being sealed to prevent them from being broken by flying debris.
"Ambassador," Connor said, straightening himself up appearing to be surprised, genuinely surprised. "I was not aware you were paying a visit to Earth."
"My wife wanted to pay a visit," Sarek said. "It seems we may not get what we want. Now, I would like my question to be answered. This is highly troubling and illogical."
"A alien probe is burning the ocean and ravaging the entire planet," Connor said. "All power has been lost. We were only able to issue a red alert for the planet." He lowered his head. "It seems today is humanity's last day." The president had a sad sigh. "And it looks like humanity will be on the same boat Vulcans are in. I am sorry, Ambassador."
"That is unfortunate," Sarek remarked. "But there is a possibility that other starships will attempt to help."
"So far those ships have been neutralized. . . And we can't seem to answer this probe." Cartwright remarked.
"One cannot answer easily if you don't understand the question," Sarek said. "I believe it is logical to send a planetary message to all unaffected vessels that have not been the victim . . . to spare those of what fate rests for those still under the probes signal."
"That is not a bad idea." Connor said, looking up only to see Sarek had vanished.
"Where the hell did that damn Vulcan go?" Cartwright asked.
Sarek's eyes opened to hear the whistling of the outside powerful forces. There was a crack in the window above him and he could feel a sharp pain in his skull. Sarek could see the sky was a dark shade of gray. He could see Perrin's blonde hair rested on her shoulders and her eyes were closed. Sarek stretched his hand out placing a finger along her neck to feel for a pulse. There was a faint pulse. She needed a doctor to attend for the injuries about her face and where-ever where they could be that his eyes could not see.
Sarek closed his eyes feeling himself slipping into a healing trance.
"Help . . ." Sarek muttered, feeling around for a button to open the doors. It was partially dark and the consoles were coated in darkness not glowing as they should be. He smacked his fist on the console making a inwards shaped dent being the side of his fist. He could hear the cackle of electricity that brighten up the view screen briefly displaying there was little power without solar energy to make it fly out of the situation.
Sarek briefly closed his eyes.
"Sarek . . ." Sarek could hear Amanda's voice, alive, and healthy.
No, but she was dead.
This is illogical.
"Stay awake," Amanda's voice insisted. "My husband, stay."
Sarek opened his eyes to see a bright light feeling what was like a hand pressing alongside his cheek. He could see among the white light the shape of a woman with brown hair looking toward him with a look of understanding and kindness, perhaps even love. There was only one logical explanation to this episode for the Ambassador. Quite simply he was on a thin string between life and death. Amanda's ghostly hand fell off his cheek. Sarek could feel emotional at seeing Amanda once again. She looked exactly the way he had met her all those years ago.
"Amanda. . ." Sarek said. "I miss your presence."
Amanda smiled down toward him.
"Your presence is needed here,my husband," Amanda said. "And Perrin's time is not now. Nor is yours."
"My time is limited. There is no logical way for Earth to be saved." Sarek said.
Sarek briefly closed his eyes then reopened them to see Amanda, alive, and well, holding out her two fingers put together.
"I have, and always shall, love you . . ." Amanda said. "My Sarek. There is hope for Earth."
Sarek still moving fingers met the love of his wife where he could a spark of love and affection with other power that was beyond his understanding. She was energy, moving, living, energy. Sarek could sense the spirit of his previous wife. He noticed that he could not see Perrin's body. In fact, he was right outside of the air-car. He had partial connection to his body. Their fingers lowered.
"Will we meet again?" Sarek asked.
"If you prefer to let your katra go instead of being around to teach other Vulcans what you know and let them learn from you, maybe one day we will."
"It would be lonely to be without you for the rest of eternity." Sarek said.
"Live long and prosper, my husband." Amanda said, performing the Vulcan salute.
"Live long and prosper." Sarek opened his eyes to find himself back in his body that surprisingly ached.
Sarek had been on the verge of death for exactly four minutes and thirty-two second. Sarek felt along for the glass window above him then he delivered a Vulcan punch making it fly into the sky right into the madness unfolding. It was illogical to put one in harms way. But it was logical to get the woman he cared about out of harms way and to a doctor. His logic was not uncertain then and it will never be. Sarek looked up seeing the weather had not lifted.
The air car was sent tumbling over landing against a wall of some kind this time making the air-car be propped sideways facing the dark scenery where umbrellas were flying, tables were sent tumbling over breaking apart into pieces, and automatically vaporizing trash cans were following in the direction of the debris. Sarek had to help himself instead of requesting it. Sarek could feel the pain in his head worsen. But the main concern on Sarek's mind was for Perrin, his wife. He pressed a button that detracted his seat belt making the Vulcan slide down. He quickly registered his back did not feel right. it also became apparent that his knees had been injured but it was only mild pain not life threatening or anything for that matter.
Sarek made a mental note to himself to fall into a healing trance once the whole ordeal was over.
"But dad-"
"There could be someone out there who needs help, Joanna." McCoy said.
"You are not going without a flashlight," Joanna said. "You will be going out blind, and I am going with you."
McCoy searched around for a flashlight.
"If Spock were here . . ." McCoy opened the closet door feeling a flashlight fall right out colliding against his wrist. McCoy picked up the flashlight then handed a spare flashlight to his daughter. He searched around for a spare medical bag that had medical related hypos and pills, and other equipment to take care of injuries in case one wasn't able to get to the hospital. "Spock would have a good percentage of the chance that there is wounded people out there and remind me of the chances that could lead up to my death for goin' out into a illogical storm for someone that may or may not be dead."
"That never stopped you." Joanna said.
"And it won't," McCoy said. "But aren't you scared of the storm outside?"
"Long as I have my dad, I am not afraid," Joanna said. "You faced Trelane and came back alive. Just because there is a storm doesn't mean we will die."
"Comin' from you that sounds very concernin'." McCoy opened the door where he could see the front door was torn open and there was a mess in the large apartment with shattered material here and there. McCoy paused, putting on his game face that he had been practicing for eleven years. He looked right over in the direction of his daughter. "If you are ever goin' to be a nurse,Joanna, . . . You will have to face dangers like this."
"I am ready, dad." Joanna said.
Then the father and daughter went out.
It was difficult to get Perrin out of the air-car but Sarek managed to get her out.
All over the world there were improvised emergency stations to treat those who had been injured due to the weather and the power black out. Everything on Earth was powered by the sun. Clouds blanketed the planet. They had the emergency medical stations made because the hospitals were getting an influx of patients and they needed to expand. The hospitals were crowded. Nobody knew if there were causalities because of this freak storm. Star Base 1 had adrift shuttle crafts with people stuck in them attempting to hail the starbase. Some people were stuck in their quarters on the star base. Everyone affected by the probe in space were stuck.
Sarek saw a yellow-red light coming from behind the shape of square that had a glint and there was a threshold alongside with a glowing entrance with moving figures. The whistling of the powerful wind made it impossible to hear what was coming from the building. The Vulcan pushed himself forward holding Perrin in his arms. He could feel the wind fighting back at him forcing him back sliding every meter. Sarek fought back against the wind. He managed to come into the building to see there being nurses attending the wounded among the chaos was concern and worry, even fear. Sarek caught sight of a familiar man with graying hair attending to a patient hypoing him. The man, with hazel eyes, looked up in the direction of Sarek with a look of recognition in his eyes. He had treated the Vulcan once for his heart attack on the Enterprise.
"Nurse!" McCoy shouted.
Nurse Griffin and Joanna looked over to see Sarek soaked in the doorway appearing to be emotionless. They also quickly registered the sight of a wounded Sarek, who likely was not aware of the physical injuries he had, standing motionlessly. The two came to Sarek's aid motioning Perrin onto a make shift bed then Joanna looked up in the direction of Sarek taking in his appearance which was a good indicator he had suffered some head trauma to a air-car crash and he needed to be resting then walking around.
McCoy was dealing with a patient who had been the victim of a unfortunate accident that involved their left eye and a gauze covering it with a soft fluffy item to halt the bleeding for now. McCoy hypoed his patient letting them close their eyes and rest until better adequate help could be given. Nurse Griffen helped Joanna wrap up the easy to fix injuries with gauze (and those that could not be repaired right now by machine). Some hyposprays had chemicals that dealt with the inside injurys and repaired them, mostly. The machines that did all the major repair were currently down because of the lack of access to the power shared by many other subjects like it.
Nurse Griffen and Joanna went to a family member of a patient who was frantic and hysterical that their loved one wasn't breathing and they were going to lose them.
McCoy used his medical tricorder, that was on limited power, to check on the injuries Perrin and Sarek had.
"Nice to see you, again, Ambassador," McCoy said,looking over to the Vulcan who was in the chair by Perrin's side. "What were the chances of us meeting again?"
"Sixty-nine point eighty-three percent." Sarek said.
McCoy looked over toward Sarek.
"How has your son been?" McCoy asked.
"It depends which one you are referring to." Sarek said.
"Captain Spock." McCoy said.
"Far as I am aware, he is fine," Sarek said. "It is fortunate that he was not here to see Earth's current condition."
"You should rest,Ambassador," McCoy said. "I will get to you after Perrin. There is nothin' you can do right now but hope for the best."
Sarek closed his eyes, focusing on the wounds he had and he fell into a healing trance as McCoy grew a concerned look with his eyes on the scanner.
"I have inputted the calculations for the time travel around the sun." Spock Prime said.
"Spock, what do you remember about our time in the 20th century?" McCoy Prime asked.
"I remember we had a frequency for the whales which is. . ." Spock Prime stopped.
"Which is?. . ." McCoy Prime asked.
"I do not seem to remember." Spock Prime replied.
"Damn dementia!" McCoy Prime said.
"Do you?" Spock Prime said.
"No." McCoy Prime said.
"I remember 60 by 90 glass wall required for the whales that you and Scotty were able to get, you bought me a bar of chocolate, I ate some, and drunkingly went into the water three hours afterwards to communicate with the whales," Spock Prime said. "Sulu flew a Huey, Chekov fell a good distance and was taken to the Mercy Hospital," Chekov grew a distressed look on his face. "Miss Taylor joined us to the 23rd century and she became a very influential figure in humpback whales studys. We also crashed the Bounty under the bridge, Jim got the whales out of the ship, and the whales saved the planet. Jim also tossed me in to the water but I took him with me in celebration of saving the planet."
"How kome no one told me we were going to krash this ship until now?" Chekov asked, looking over.
"Not intentionally," Spock Prime said. "We would have beamed it down."
"If we had not been neutralized by the probe." McCoy Prime said.
"Excuse me, but how do we know that this 'Taylor' is supposed to be brought three hundred years into the future?" Chekov asked.
Scotty was getting himself familiar to the transporter consoles, testing out random objects and anything for that matter to understand how it worked so if he had to beam someone out or in he could it in ease. Scotty was basically testing how everything worked. He was also snacking on a salad sandwich. The two old men shared a glance with one another then turned their heads in the direction of Chekov.
"Shortly after the departure of Gracie and George, Gillian Taylor went missing four hours, thirty two minutes, and seven seconds after a altercation with her co-worker," Spock Prime replied. "I have done the sufficient research on specific individuals of this time that we knew in our time. Edith Keeler still died by a car accident with two men preventing a third man from saving her life. Gary Mitchell and Elizabeth Dehner died due to the banishment of a unknown entity by Captain Kirk. I was quite puzzled that Taylor had gone missing despite there being no whale whales, no wrath of Khan, no V'Ger, I was very certain that Earth did not need to have whales. I had done extensive research in the neutral zone thanks to some resources I acquired there."
"And then it popped up out of no where like before." McCoy Prime said.
"It appears that I was wrong." Spock Prime admitted.
"And what about your brother?" McCoy Prime asked.
"That has been taken care of," Spock Prime said. "Sybok has immersed himself in Vulcan Therapy as a healer to help other Vulcans with their emotions."
"Great, I can thank him for helpin' me gettin' over the guilt." McCoy Prime said.
Spock Prime raised an gray arched eyebrow.
"I do not see how logical that is to thank a version of my brother who has not done it to you." Spock Prime acknowledged.
"We need to set a appointment for my other self." McCoy Prime said.
"Speed climbing," Sulu said. "Preparing to make orbit with the sun."
Speller, to her left, had a powered up padd with a mathematical equation. She put it into a disk like space then grabbed onto the station. Spock Prime and McCoy Prime were holding onto their station bracing for impact (Or to be precise: arrival). Sulu guided the starship quickly into the designated slingshot form.
"Warp 9.1," Sulu said, watching the numbers fly. "Warp 9.5," The starship trembled making a rocky sound. "Warp 10.1," Sulu's hands were on the side of his console feeling it vibrate against his fingertips. "Warp 10.5," McCoy Prime saw, what was strange, a familiar figure sitting in the captain's chair. "Warp 11.1!"
"Jim." McCoy Prime said.
"Warp 11. 5!" The voice was replaced by Sulu Prime.
McCoy Prime stared at the direction of Jim then looked over to see Spock Prime was younger, his hair raven black, and to his other side there was Uhura Prime at her station bracing for a landing as well. Her dark hair had not quite turned gray, yet. There was tension about the room in the moments he was there. McCoy Prime turned his head in the direction of Jim feeling loss.
The same loss he experienced learning that Jim was officially dead by Spock Prime.
"Let us loose, Mr Sulu!" Jim's voice was crystal clear as day.
"Putting breaks on, captain." Came Sulu Prime's voice.
The scene shifted back into the current day starship.
"Brace for landing!" Sulu shouted.
And then the starship thwarted forwards once it made the trip around the sun. Everyone was knocked cold out, especially McCoy Prime. His hands were on the console and his head was laid against the console. Spock Prime looked as though he were meditating, keeping himself in place, Speller had landed on the floor. Sulu was against the seat sideways with head tipped forward. Chekov was on the floor.
"There be whales here, Rear Admiral." Scotty's voice came to.
"We need new dillithium crystals." Scotty's voice, again.
"I do not believe we may make this trek on foot, Leonard." Spock Prime's voice rang through.
"Spock, don't go in there-I know you have a guilty conscience but humans don't see Vulcans until 2063!" McCoy Prime's voice came to.
"My apologies," Came Spock Prime's voice. "I was the one who nerve pinched him. Not Mr Nimoy. I am from Russia."
"This is a antique . . ." Came a older man's voice.
"Hello, pal, how's the universe been treating you? Oh? Swell!" It was a deep male voice. "I didn't arrange everything, I just set some factors into motion, buddy."
"Spock, is that you?" It was Jim's voice.
McCoy Prime dreamed seeing the heads of their small group come out of what seemed to be a sea of polyalloy then the scene turned to a holographic body crashing through the earth's atmosphere then landing in the water. A starship falling through the atmosphere. A marsh with blades of grass sticking out waving from direction to direction. There was a breeze that made them move towards the right. The sound of a starship crash landing came after the breeze right into what seemed to be water.
McCoy Prime felt as though someone were shaking him by the shoulders.
"Admiral," Spock Prime said. "Wake up."
McCoy Prime awoke to hearing the voices of the others.
"I swear!" Chekov said. "There was a man like Kaptain Kirk in the kaptain's khair and a different man at your station who looked roughly like you!"
McCoy felt a pain alongside his head using his index fingers.
"You have a bruise, admiral." Spock Prime said.
"That was Jim you saw, Chekov." McCoy Prime said.
"Bu. . . But. . . But he wasn't the captain." Chekov said, looking over toward the admiral.
"I saw him too." McCoy Prime said.
"Admiral, did you experience a time slip?" Spock Prime said.
"I believe I have," McCoy Prime said, looking over to Speller who got up on her two feet rubbing the side of her legs with a wince. "Miss Speller, come to sick bay with me and get your leg fixed!"
McCoy Prime noticed they were above Earth.
". . . Admiral, when are we?" Sulu asked, turned away from his station.
"Rear Admiral to you," McCoy Prime said, getting up from the station then headed over to Speller. "1986, need any proof? Then go to San Fransisco and land in the park. George and Gracie are in the city. I have no idea what location they are at. . . but I am sure Spock does not remember."
"I do not." Spock Prime said.
"Hikaru, weren't you born in San Fransisco?" Chekov asked.
"That I was," Sulu said. "Or will be."
"Like me being born in Russia." Chekov said.
McCoy Prime helped the women up allowing Speller to hold her leg up in pain.
"We will go down to the nearest park." Sulu said.
McCoy Prime helped Speller out of the bridge and together they headed down to the sick bay section of the starship.
"Due to the atmosphere conditions, we are in the early twentieth century." Spock Prime said, as the doors had closed behind the doctor.