Fraternizing with the Past
A/N: Hey, I'm sosososososososo soooooo sorry that I've taken this long to update. I have a long list of excuses that you don't wanna hear but the biggest one is that this chapter just wouldn't write itself! So I got this itty bitty bit done and hopefully I'll have a longer chapter up soon.
ENJOY! :)
~OPAddict
Chapter 10
It had been two weeks since the whole 'Sam has a spark' fiasco and the crew of the Enterprise had been separated into those who had adapted to the simulations of 2012 the NEST soldiers had concocted for them and those who would be staying in Diego Garcia. About half of the crew was being allowed into the world. The other half were sharing quarters at base until expansions were made, which they would be assisting with.
The crew members that were leaving were assembled in one of the hangars in their civvies they had on the ship (those that blended with the styles of 2012 best) and were awaiting a speech from their captain about what was expected of them in this new (old?) time.
Everyone, even the NEST soldiers, became quiet when Kirk stepped out onto the catwalk and began speaking. "Now, you guys are the crew deemed fit for life in 2012. A couple things you must do are keep your communicator on you at all times." This was said with eye contact made with each of the departing crew, "You must also report back to this base monthly. We expect all of you to have acquired living quarters and a job within the first few months. You are all being given somewhat small amount of money that will be paid back eventually. You are all U.S. citizens in this time and as such, you shall pay taxes, now until your debt to the government is repaid, you may not leave the country to live somewhere else. When it is paid off, you are free to move wherever you wish, so long as you make it to each monthly meeting. You may not tell anyone about you being form the future, nor expose the existence of the Autobots. Missing a meeting is unacceptable, while it does not have to be exact months nor a specific date, once every month I must have proof that you were here, had a checkup with Doctor McCoy, and given a report of your state of living. I must request that you refrain from the use of drugs and the overuse of alcohol and cigarettes. Spend your money wisely, for you will be getting no more that isn't earned through a job. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." Was the reply from the large crowd of officers.
"Alright, you all will be transported out of here by plane and dropped off around the country. I'll see you all next month. Dismissed." Kirk turned to Spock and Prime as the crown dispersed.
Five hours later found the remaining crew claiming their bunks and heading to the mess. Kirk himself was one of the first in the mess hall and had chosen a table as the first large wave of people flooded through the double doors. It had been strange at first, no replicators, but he had eventually gotten used to choosing from the assortment of food. He was soon joined by Bones, Spock, Uhura, Scotty, Chekov, and Sulu. They had lapsed into companionable silence after pleasantries were exchanged when suddenly a loud alarm began blaring and red lights flashed along the walls.
"Decepticons! Move it, soldiers!" Lennox yelled over the alarms. Everyone began racing out of the hall to the armory, except for the Starfleet officers who had no idea what they were supposed to do in these situations. "What the hell are you sittin' there for?! MOVE!"