Earth 2005
Sean Lane woke up feeling refreshed. He knew that the ship would be ready today. And so would her Captain. Donning his leather Starfleet jacket he hopped into his 1986 Suburban he drove over to the dry cleaners to pick up his now clean dress uniform. When the guy behind the counter gave him the uniform, he didn't even blink. He had been cleaning Starfleet Uniforms for weeks. When the uniforms had first started to come in he was shocked. Now it was commonplace to see an officer come in for a uniform.
Sean appraised his. As they all were it was styled after those used in the movies, with the red jacket and white undershirt with black trousers, it looked impressive. On the white shoulder tab he saw the gold star-shaped rank insignia. He was very pleased with his uniform. At first Paramount studios had been leery about letting the rights to the names and uniforms loose, but a big fat check from President Annan had convinced them otherwise. Now they called it "good publicity". As Sean walked into his room he almost tripped over the passed out form of his roommate, who was also involved in the project. Tom McGowan was also Sean's Weapons Officer. Kicking him he said "Get up, we launch today."
The wonderfully eloquent response was "Mmmnn… What, oh, Fuck you. I'm going back to sleep."
Tom was Sean's best friend, but he was very difficult to wake up.
Sean finished getting dressed and whispered into Tom's ear, "The reception is in an hour, and we launch in two hours, so GET THE FUCK UP NOW!"
With no further ado, Tom rolled over and got dressed.
As Sean sat there, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Is Sean Lane there?"
"This is he, who are you and what do you want?" Only after he said that did he realize that it was Kofi Annan on the other end.
"There are multiple bogeys incoming and we need you to intercept them."
"Ok, Give me one hour."
"You have half."
Sean Lane woke up feeling refreshed. He knew that the ship would be ready today. And so would her Captain. Donning his leather Starfleet jacket he hopped into his 1986 Suburban he drove over to the dry cleaners to pick up his now clean dress uniform. When the guy behind the counter gave him the uniform, he didn't even blink. He had been cleaning Starfleet Uniforms for weeks. When the uniforms had first started to come in he was shocked. Now it was commonplace to see an officer come in for a uniform.
Sean appraised his. As they all were it was styled after those used in the movies, with the red jacket and white undershirt with black trousers, it looked impressive. On the white shoulder tab he saw the gold star-shaped rank insignia. He was very pleased with his uniform. At first Paramount studios had been leery about letting the rights to the names and uniforms loose, but a big fat check from President Annan had convinced them otherwise. Now they called it "good publicity". As Sean walked into his room he almost tripped over the passed out form of his roommate, who was also involved in the project. Tom McGowan was also Sean's Weapons Officer. Kicking him he said "Get up, we launch today."
The wonderfully eloquent response was "Mmmnn… What, oh, Fuck you. I'm going back to sleep."
Tom was Sean's best friend, but he was very difficult to wake up.
Sean finished getting dressed and whispered into Tom's ear, "The reception is in an hour, and we launch in two hours, so GET THE FUCK UP NOW!"
With no further ado, Tom rolled over and got dressed.
As Sean sat there, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Is Sean Lane there?"
"This is he, who are you and what do you want?" Only after he said that did he realize that it was Kofi Annan on the other end.
"There are multiple bogeys incoming and we need you to intercept them."
"Ok, Give me one hour."
"You have half."