Chapter Two "Starfleet, Shadows, and Hobbits, Oh My!"
"Red Alert!!! Mr. Paris, attack pattern Delta 5-4!!!"
Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship USS Voyager watched tensely as the hundreds of black-hulled bio-ships poured forth out of the strange black and orange 'wormhole'. They had attacked with such force and had caught her completly off guard.
"Captain, I'm detecting a hell of a lot of tachyon emisions comming from that wormhole!" Ensign Kim reported.
Janeway slapped her head in frustration. Just great! Bad hair day, now time travel. Damn, somedays she just felt like killing someone.
The Voyager was taking quiet a beating. It had only been five minutes but it already resembled Swiss cheese. There were hull breaches everywhere.
"Tom, get us out of here. Maximum warp!" Janeway yelled, over the exploding computer panels.
"Warp is down, Captain."
Janeway thought for a minute.
"These aliens don't use shields as we know them. Hmmmm.... Seven, I want you to transport whatever propulsion system that the aliens use from one of their ships."
B'Elanna's voice chimed in. "But Captain, what if...."
Janeway was downright mean. "B'Elanna, if you can't adapt their technology I'll come down their and rip that baby from your stomach, throw it into the cold confines of space, shoot it with a photon torpedo, then slit your throat. You got me!"
Paris stood up, ready to fight. "Hey, that's my wife you're talking about!"
"Shut up, Tom! You know we say things we don't really mean in the heat of battle."
Suffice it to say, Janeway's plan worked, and after entering a 'wormhole' of thier own they escaped.
In the Voyager's conference room the senior staff were all discussing there current pridicamint.
"... but we should have the warp core back online in an hour or so." B'Elanna was saying.
"Good. Tuvok what about our shields and weapons? Tuvok..."
The Vulcan was stareing out the window. As much a look of bewilderment as a Vulcan could muster on his face.
"Captain, I believe you should see this."
Janeway turned around to see what everyone else had already seen. There, clinging to the windows were nine of the strangest looking people. They were just sitting there, unaffected by the cold oxygen-lessness of space.
"What the... Get them inside! Quickly!"
On their way out of the room Harry leaned over so that only Chakotay could hear.
"Commander, what's up with the Captain? She's even bitchier than usual."
Chakotay smiled. "PMS."
Harry nodded in understanding.
Frodo stared with wonder at where they were. It was some kind of ship in the stars. He had read stories about this, but never...
"Lay a hand on my axe again!"
The little hobbit watched as a very infuriated Gimli argued with two men in pajamas trying to take his axe away. Gandalf was about to intervene when Gimli sliced one of the mens' heads clean off
"I told you nobody touches my axe!!!!"
Janeway walked in just in time to save the other ensign's head. She would normally have been infuriated by the decapitated ensign but it was only Ensign Tyson. She hated him anyway.
"I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager." she introduced.
Gandalf stepped up and bowed low. "It is an honor. I am Mithrandir, also known as Gandalf the White. Wizard of the High Council."
"Wizard, huh? And I'm the Easter Bunny. Who the hell are you?"
Gandalf was surprized by the Captain's candour. From what he had expected a Captain of a ship was suppose to be of a higher standard. If this was a higher standard he hated to meet the rest of the crew.
The Lady Galadriel stepped up to speak. She was always so calm; it was impossibe for anyone to argue with the lovely Elven Queen.
"Captain Janeway, we have traveled from across the confines of space and time. It is highly unlikely that you could possibly believe, but you must. We come from a world completely different from yours."
It was really that impossible to believe. After all, after alternate universes, Q, the Borg, the Krenim, Species 8472... Believeing this rag tag fellowship came from an alternate reality wasn't farfetched at all.
"So then why are you here?" Chakotay asked.
"We're on a mission." Pippin chimed in. "We've come to save our world... again."
Chakotay looked puzzled; "Save your world?"
"Yeah," Sam said. "Mister Gandalf was working on a spell and made a rip in space/time. We're gonna fix it somehow."
Janeway glanced over to her first officer. So that was where those Shadow ships came from.
"We've seen the effects here as well." Janeway said. "Not far from here there are thousands of powerful ships pouring into our galaxy. We're pretty sure they didn't come from this reality."
"So how do we stop it?" Chakotay asked.
Gandalf looked to be deep in thought.
"Hell if I know." he finally said. "Maybe if we blow up the damn thing their coming through.
"Red Alert!!! Mr. Paris, attack pattern Delta 5-4!!!"
Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship USS Voyager watched tensely as the hundreds of black-hulled bio-ships poured forth out of the strange black and orange 'wormhole'. They had attacked with such force and had caught her completly off guard.
"Captain, I'm detecting a hell of a lot of tachyon emisions comming from that wormhole!" Ensign Kim reported.
Janeway slapped her head in frustration. Just great! Bad hair day, now time travel. Damn, somedays she just felt like killing someone.
The Voyager was taking quiet a beating. It had only been five minutes but it already resembled Swiss cheese. There were hull breaches everywhere.
"Tom, get us out of here. Maximum warp!" Janeway yelled, over the exploding computer panels.
"Warp is down, Captain."
Janeway thought for a minute.
"These aliens don't use shields as we know them. Hmmmm.... Seven, I want you to transport whatever propulsion system that the aliens use from one of their ships."
B'Elanna's voice chimed in. "But Captain, what if...."
Janeway was downright mean. "B'Elanna, if you can't adapt their technology I'll come down their and rip that baby from your stomach, throw it into the cold confines of space, shoot it with a photon torpedo, then slit your throat. You got me!"
Paris stood up, ready to fight. "Hey, that's my wife you're talking about!"
"Shut up, Tom! You know we say things we don't really mean in the heat of battle."
Suffice it to say, Janeway's plan worked, and after entering a 'wormhole' of thier own they escaped.
In the Voyager's conference room the senior staff were all discussing there current pridicamint.
"... but we should have the warp core back online in an hour or so." B'Elanna was saying.
"Good. Tuvok what about our shields and weapons? Tuvok..."
The Vulcan was stareing out the window. As much a look of bewilderment as a Vulcan could muster on his face.
"Captain, I believe you should see this."
Janeway turned around to see what everyone else had already seen. There, clinging to the windows were nine of the strangest looking people. They were just sitting there, unaffected by the cold oxygen-lessness of space.
"What the... Get them inside! Quickly!"
On their way out of the room Harry leaned over so that only Chakotay could hear.
"Commander, what's up with the Captain? She's even bitchier than usual."
Chakotay smiled. "PMS."
Harry nodded in understanding.
Frodo stared with wonder at where they were. It was some kind of ship in the stars. He had read stories about this, but never...
"Lay a hand on my axe again!"
The little hobbit watched as a very infuriated Gimli argued with two men in pajamas trying to take his axe away. Gandalf was about to intervene when Gimli sliced one of the mens' heads clean off
"I told you nobody touches my axe!!!!"
Janeway walked in just in time to save the other ensign's head. She would normally have been infuriated by the decapitated ensign but it was only Ensign Tyson. She hated him anyway.
"I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager." she introduced.
Gandalf stepped up and bowed low. "It is an honor. I am Mithrandir, also known as Gandalf the White. Wizard of the High Council."
"Wizard, huh? And I'm the Easter Bunny. Who the hell are you?"
Gandalf was surprized by the Captain's candour. From what he had expected a Captain of a ship was suppose to be of a higher standard. If this was a higher standard he hated to meet the rest of the crew.
The Lady Galadriel stepped up to speak. She was always so calm; it was impossibe for anyone to argue with the lovely Elven Queen.
"Captain Janeway, we have traveled from across the confines of space and time. It is highly unlikely that you could possibly believe, but you must. We come from a world completely different from yours."
It was really that impossible to believe. After all, after alternate universes, Q, the Borg, the Krenim, Species 8472... Believeing this rag tag fellowship came from an alternate reality wasn't farfetched at all.
"So then why are you here?" Chakotay asked.
"We're on a mission." Pippin chimed in. "We've come to save our world... again."
Chakotay looked puzzled; "Save your world?"
"Yeah," Sam said. "Mister Gandalf was working on a spell and made a rip in space/time. We're gonna fix it somehow."
Janeway glanced over to her first officer. So that was where those Shadow ships came from.
"We've seen the effects here as well." Janeway said. "Not far from here there are thousands of powerful ships pouring into our galaxy. We're pretty sure they didn't come from this reality."
"So how do we stop it?" Chakotay asked.
Gandalf looked to be deep in thought.
"Hell if I know." he finally said. "Maybe if we blow up the damn thing their coming through.
