Before I came into this Star Trek Universe; in the morning, where it was being in my well known reality my time was pretty average for a trekkie. That morning I had all my Trekkie friends finish reenacting the 12th movie. We had been reenacting all eleven movies in the span of a week in time for the premier of Star Trek: into Darkness. Watching that movie was fantastic; I believe J.J. Abrams did a wonderful job flipping the mirror in Kirk being the one who sacrificed himself to save the enterprise and Spock being the one behind the door; alive.
It was quite right to the tea when Spock screamed Khan's name.
Well; I watched the movie a day after we finished the reenacting.
"Hey, Miss Spock." Elle Venhelen, a childhood friend of mine, waves her hand in front of my view. She's a fan of the Kirk and Spock generation just like me; she's seen a few movies and episodes in her time like I have. "Are you day dreaming about the enterprise again?"
I shook my head.
"No." I denied. "I was daydreaming about being on The Romulen's planet."
Ellen dramatically gasps, as the other trekkies are having fun in my backyard pretending to be certain characters.
"Are you out of your Vulcan mind?" Ellen asks.
"Eh." I said. "Not really—"
"Hey missy curly hair Spock fan," Jason Howard, a fan of the Picard generation, calls out to me. "We need someone to fill in this Vulcan role."
Brenda Lane, a fan of Kirk and Spock's generation, is busy recording our silly things cosplaying as characters. She is giving thumbs up with a crazed wild face. Sometimes I wonder if she'll end up in an asylum or sneak into a space shuttle whenever they develop USS Enterprise flight speed. Brenda's been friends with me for five years; and she's only fifteen years old. Jason, on the other hand, is the kind of trekkie who I expect to become an actor. Jason really has the talent: no kidding.
"Um . . .Oh you just did a Bones quote!" I said to Ellen.
Ellen claps her hands lightly.
"Congratulations for finally noticing." Ellen said, as thought she was not amused by this. She's actually a fan of Bones the medical character.
I get up from the lawn and pick up my black sunglasses; then grab my plastic pair of Vulcan ear tips.
"Cominnngggg." I pull up my hair into a pony tail using a scruncy. "Alright boys; who messed up with logic big time?"
Jason did not crack up, as he went on with his really 'brilliant 'acting.
"You see; there was this Klingon that unexpectedly shot at the Enterprise, then we fired back, and then it fired back." Jason explains. "Someone then beamed themselves on board." He gestures to Ralf Decroy and George Smith. "Ralf. . . He got sick."
"From?"
"He's got the cold. He can't play Saelib The Vulcan."
I frown, lowering my glasses down at the boys.
"What kind of name is Saw-if-dib?" I ask. "That does not sound like a Vulcan name. Clenaut does sound like one that doesn't sound so hard to say—hey why is Ralf playing a girl? This is not Shakespeare, Jason! Oh my Vulcan, you've ultimately lost your mind!"
"Not really." Jason said.
Ralf's face goes green and so he rushed inside.
"Ralf is actually a girl."
"Since when has he been a girl?" I explode on Jason. "He can't be an It. Logically you can know if there's a person who's girl and a boy when they admit it or go to a different bathroom—"
"Look." Jason said, putting his hands together. "Let's get this done . . ." He looks briefly to the camera as he slightly waves a little acting as though he's got an important line by puffing his chest up high. He furthermore whispers to me, "And then I will explain . . ."
You know there are some moments when I interrupt Jason.
"I know he has a crush on me, Jas." I tell him.
Jas is Jason's nickname; and some people don't bother to apply logic whenever I say 'Jas' to a boy. They immeatedly think I am calling out to a girl.
Jason sighs, very much relieved.
"That's why he hasn't told you."
"We're in high school, man." I remind him.
Brenda is laughing from behind the camera. So we get into character and continue our little project that has yet to be finished. We have our own sets that we all made ourselves. Some Trekkies want to be the Klingons while a few are in disarray whether or not to be a human or Vulcan. Making up lines is part of what we do; as a team—who does some need judgment in acting near-death scenes and I don't find that logical to use judgment in near-death scenes. . . Anyway.
"So, do you ever wish to wake up in the enterprise as someone else?" George randomly asks me, as we're in the climax.
I look at the camera, actually struggling to think the best response in a cosplay Star Trek fan vid.
"Honestly. . . . "I grab a stick. "I do!"
I made the sound effect of shooting a blaster with my mouth while holding the stick at George.
"AHHhh!" George fakes a death cry as he falls down. "I am deaaaad!"
I walk over to his side.
"Sometimes I wish . . . "I kick at his really worn out shoe. "That I woke up as a Vulcan."
George chuckles.
"Watch out for what you wish for." He said. "Sometimes you might want to take them back."
I folded my arms.
"George . . . " Jason said, furious at how much bloopers we were getting into it. He really should be a director when he gets out of high school. Jason is a seventeen year old senior. "You are dead! You are the antagonist who was killed by a Vulcan, now close your eyes— look smoke!"
Brenda changed the direction of the camera towards the sky.
And at the end of the day after being worn out, I fell asleep on the couch.

. . USS Enterprise. . .
. . . Months later probably. . .
The Enterprise is right across from the Romulen's giant, squid metal like ship. They are hovering right above Vulcan. Things did not seem quite light but dangerous not at all a grandly peaceful. From behind the enterprise we can see what remained of the destroyed USS federation ships that are hanging in space like junk without a purpose. We can see some scars trailing down the USS enterprises's boosters that are still powered on.
"What do you mean that there are two ship signatures?" Pike asks, as they are across the romulen space ship.
"Zat doesn't make sense." Chekov said, sounding as befuddled as everyone else is.
"What doesn't make sense?" Nero asks even though he is not part of the crew or anything.
"It doesn't involve you." Pike said. "Nero."
"I expect to see you on board." Nero then ends the hail conversation that he and Pike had been sharing.
A second after that; A huge, square shaped metallic object appears hovering in space breaking into pieces with a smaller star fleet cadet shooting at it.
Chekov froze in his chair; unable to say a word. His fingers are trembling. Chekov recalls months ago when the sentence "Live long and—" never got finished. For everyone in that cadet room they believed she could have been shot down; that's why everyone went silent, except for was when the transmission had ended on The StarFleet cadet side. If it wasn't for Pike repeating his question then Chekov wouldn't have snapped out of his little dreamy, recall world.
"Keptin." Chekov said. "It's Klenaut." Pike knew all too well about Clenaut's file. "It's been months since we had kontact vith her."
"Who's Clenaut?" Spock asks, un-aware that someone went missing in Star Fleet.
"Zee crazy wulcan vho is shooting down a 'Borg' ship against orders." Chekov said.
Then it occurred to Chekov that maybe it Clenaut is still shooting the Borg ship and probably think she is still in the same month, same star date, same day. Kirk, on the other hand, didn't seem at all surprised by how strange that name is; she could be an alien from some random planet who enrolled into Starfleet academy and went missing shortly thereafter. That's all he understood from the weird name and the 'Months' part.
"Beam her on board, and send Nero a quick message; delete all the debris from that ship." Pike said, getting up from the chair. We hear 'sending message' from one of the crew members. "Kirk,Spock, with me."
Chekov gets a closer look at the screen. He saw the detection readings from the cadet ship are streaming a live communication. It took two seconds for it to click in his head. It was only then that Chekov saw that the ship was going towards a square ball like cluster of metal erupting from an explosion of a former shell that held the mother ships main cargo. Kirk, Spock, and Pikes had left the room as they were having a conversation about Nero.
The cadet's ship is moving so fast and quick that it would be hard to register on Clenaut. He could hear the transporter workers were acknowledging this fact.
"I kan do zat!" Chekov ran to the transporter bay. "Mowe, mowe, I kan do zat!" He slid across the corner of the hall. "I kan do zat!"
The doors to the transporter pad open for Chekov.
"Mowe, mowe, move!" Chekov said, as the Transporter worker gets out of his way.
We see that Nero is firing shots at the flying debris from the Borg escape shuttle. Blue gas is appearing around the Borg ship. The cadet ship gets closer to that huge-being-shot-at alien robot craft. Chekov locks in on Clenaut's signature when her ship has gotten extremely close to crashing in. We see from the outside of the Enterprise that flat, square shaped debris has hooked exactly on the USS enterprise's roof that's above the captain's chair.
Chekov then presses the 'beam up' option outlined in a silver color on the screen just as the cadet ship had collided with the big metal Borg ship. We see from the transporting pad that the yellow circles quickly taking on the form for a human being knocked out on the floor. In thirty-three seconds the yellow dots are replaced by Clenaut with a bleeding forehead. In her right hand is sunglasses that she had worn in the reality where Star Trek is fictional.