A/N: This was an April Fools Day set. That's all I'm going to say...

Week 3 (07.21.06) - UDC 1 - So... if Eternia is also in the Delta Quadrant... (I blame MRFH for this Voyager AU crossover with Masters of the Universe.)

11. red

His head hurt something fierce when he came to, and a hand stopped him from sitting up. "No, Kevin. Don't sit up. You took a nasty bump in that shuttle of yours."

Kevin? He opened his eyes to find a blurry but well-porportioned man sitting next to his bed. "Who are you?"

The man frowned. "Adam of Eternia. You know that, Kevin."

"I'm not this Kevin you seem to think I am." He held out a hand. "Name's Tom Paris."

Adam shook his hand, an expression of confusion rippling across his features. Things only got more confusing from there...

12. grey

When they finally let him get out of bed and take a look at his shuttle, Tom could do nothing but sigh at the sight of the wrecked craft. "Great. Can't fly it to the rendevous point now."

Adam frowned at him. "Who were you meeting up with?"

"A Talaxian convoy, so we can get Voyager back."

Adam glanced at the wrecked shuttle, and an idea began to form. "We have ships here. If you'd like help..."

Tom turned, eyes wide. "What?"

"Just so."

"You'd help me?"

Adam suddenly got the feeling the spirits had not thrown good luck at this young man in far, far too long...

13. white

On the bridge of the newly re-taken Voyager, Tom took a moment to turn and look at Adam with wide eyes again. "By the power of grayskull?"

Adam shrugged. "Got their attention, yes?"

Tom chuckled and turned back to the CONN station consul. It did, at that. "Battle crys aren't usually accompanied by white flashes of light and a transformation like that, though."

Adam wisely chose not to correct him. After all... his ways were not anyone else's ways, and Tom had had a rough day or two. He was allowed his own opinions. To a point. "So..."

"It'll fly," Tom told him confidently. "And thank you. It would have been much harder without the extra help."

14. black

Captain Janeway was somewhat flummoxed at the request made by the strong, handsome, young man that her crew attend a memorial service on Eternia to honor the fallen. She was torn between turning him down and continuing on their journey to the Alpha Quadrant, and allowing the stop-over.

In the end, at the silent and insistant urging of her helmsman, she allowed it. After all... they'd lost some good people in this mess, gotten back to basics in a very unexpected way, made new friends, and were still more than seventy years from home.

15. blue

Two days, some much needed rest for the entire crew, repairs to the ship, a re-supply that Adam had to talk them into, and a memorial service later, Voyager, with Tom Paris at the helm, lifted off into the blue skies of Eternia.

Adam stood watching from a balcony with his wife for a long while after the ship had completely disappeared into the stratosphere, smiling ever so slightly as he remembered another time, long before. Had it been so long?

Before he retired to his room, a whispered prayer escaped his lips. "Good journey, my friends. Good journey."