The Unwanted
by Layton Colt
Note: This story is a slight crossover with Star Trek: The Next Generation -- a show I've seen all of two times. (I've done it, Teri! A crossover! Kind of . . .) It doesn't focus on the characters from that show, though, they were just necessary for what I had in mind.
And Zappy, how could you say Stargate is a waste of time!! Stargate is my life -- pathetic as it is -- Though I still love Voyager as well, it was after all, my first obsession.
Part Two: The Flagship
B'Elanna looked up as Janeway entered with Chakotay. She had called them to join her, along with Harry to tell them what she had learned.
Now they were meeting at Janeway's apartment to compare notes.
"I've heard that Tom was seen on Deep Space Nine with Nea Clent," B'Elanna told them.
"Nea Clent?" Chakotay echoed. "I just got some gossip on her."
B'Elanna instantly perked up. "What?"
"I heard she's the leader of some band of thieves. Apparently they've been striking places all over the federation. Pulling off major burglaries without a hitch."
"What were they called?" Harry asked on a hunch.
Chakotay thought for a moment, "The Unwanted?"
"I was afraid of that. Rumors are flying everywhere that the Unwanted are plotting to steal the Enterprise."
"The flagship!" B'Elanna exclaimed and Harry nodded.
"I heard about that too," Janeway put in. "Starfleet claims that there is no truth to it and that the Unwanted don't even exist."
"They exist," Chakotay assured her. "This has Nea's name written all over it."
"But where does Tom fit in?" B'Elanna asked.
"Maybe he saw something he shouldn't have and Clent abducted him," Janeway said.
None of them said their fears out loud. That Nea hadn't abducted him but Tom had gone willingly. Giving up his friendships and second chance to become a criminal once more.
If that were the case - there was anything they'd be able to do to save him.
* * * *
After almost a half hour of struggling with the rope around his wrists, Tom was finally able to get free.
He headed to the Jeffries tube and quickly climbed in. He was planning to search for a shuttle bay or maybe a phaser. Anything to give him the upper hand. He stopped, however, when he heard voices -a little eavesdropping never hurt-
"What are we going to do without a pilot?" Kladie asked.
"We have a pilot!" Nea snapped.
"A pilot who is refusing to cooperate," Cole said exasperated.
"I agree with Cole," Spera said calmly. "There is no mission without your Tom Paris. I suggest you ensure his cooperation or stop wasting our time."
Tom smiled, as he crouched in the same tunnel. He liked Spera. She was much more fun than Tuvok.
"I will get his cooperation," Nea said matter-of-factly.
The hell you will, Paris thought angrily.
"You've got him tied up and looked in quarters!" the cynical Cole cried.
"I think this whole thing is crazy," Jork remarked. "Do you realize how small the chances are that we will be able to successfully take over the Enterprise? Even with your pilot?"
"The Enterprise?" Tom murmured.
"We'll do it," Nea said determinedly. "We're the best of the best -- we will not fail. And Tom will pilot for us, he hasn't anywhere else to go."
"On the contrary," Spera said with her emotionless voice. "He has the option of returning to Starfleet to gain the rank of Lieutenant, or he could return to his family and get one of the many jobs that would be available to a pilot of his skill."
Got to love Vulcan logic, Tom thought with a smirk.
Enough eavesdropping, Tom decided. He knew what Nea had planned and he had no intention of helping her. Playing with her might be fun though.
Smiling, he made his way to where the 'gang' was. He leaned on the doorjamb -- unnoticed by the thieves. He casually cleared his throat, causing every pair of eyes to turn in his direction.
"Hello, gang. Discussing me, perhaps?"
Nea smiled. "I thought you'd have gotten free of the ropes sooner."
"Oh, I did," he admitted. "I was listening in for quite awhile. The Enterprise, Nea? whatever would you want with a Starfleet ship? You wouldn't betray the federation would you? Sell it to the Klingons or Romulans?"
"Of course not," Nea said righteously.
"Then what? The Maquis rebellion is over!"
Nea jumped from her chair. "Not for us, it isn't!" she cried.
Tom's eyes lit up with sudden understanding. "You still plan on fighting the Cardassians. But why, Nea? Since the Maquis broke up they stopped invading the DMZ."
"They need to pay, Tom!"
"I know you went through a lot, Nea, growing up on Bajor, but they've backed off. Why provoke them? It will only cause more meaningless deaths!"
"His logic is impeccable, Captain," Spera said to Nea.
"This isn't about logic," Nea said. "This is something that comes deeper than the depths of the mind. We will go through with things as planned. And you *will* help me," Nea vowed.
"You aren't who I remember, Nea. I loved who you were but I despise who you've become. You're nothing but a washed up freedom fighter that's become so bitter they can't even see they don't have anymore reason to fight."
"Arm yourselves and watch him," Nea ordered emotionlessly.
Kladie, Jork, Cole and Spera all pulled out phasers.
"He has free range but don't let him touch anything important." Nea pulled her eyes from Tom's and left the room.
Tom smiled sheepishly at the four armed crewmen she had left him with. "So . . . you guys play poker?"
Jork, Spera and Kladie stared at him blankly. Cole grinned and pulled a deck of cards from his pocket. Flipping the cards from one hand to the other in a blur of movement, he asked, "What are the stakes?"
Tom's better instincts told him not to play poker with a con artist, but he wasn't exactly an innocent player himself. He always had an ace up his sleeve -- and he meant that both literally and figuratively.
"I want information," Tom said. "I win -- you tell me everything I want to know."
Cole nodded, "If I win -- you help us and fly the mission."
This was dangerous ground. Tom had no intention of helping Nea but he did need that information.
"Deal." He'd just better not lose. He'd hate to have to back out of his end of the deal if he were to lose to Cole. "I'll shuffle," Tom offered. He took the deck from Cole and began to deftly mix the cards. "Let's play best hand, I don't feel like wasting a lot of time with four."
Cole nodded, "Sounds good."
Tom dealt the hands after a rather impressive show of shuffling. The two played until Cole finally put down his hand.
"Four Kings," he said smugly.
"Mister Paris," Spera said turning to Tom. "Before you show your hand, I feel it is my duty to inform you that Cole was cheating.
Tom didn't blink. "I know," he said, placing down his hand of four aces. "So was I. Now, about that information?"
* * * *
Janeway stopped pacing her living room and looked at her three officers. "What if I could get myself on the Enterprise?" she asked. "I could stay there and wait for Nea to make her move. I don't know what else we can do."
"How would you do it?" Chakotay asked.
"Picard owes me a favor," Janeway said. "Maybe it's time I collect."
* * * *
Cole's smile faded as he stared at the four aces and Spera raised an eyebrow. Jork stifled a laugh and Kladie was smiling.
"What do you want to know?" Cole asked grudgingly.
"Everything," Tom answered simply.
* * * *
Janeway walked across the bridge of the Enterprise, following Captain Jean- Luc Picard into his ready room. Picard sat at his desk and smiled at her. "Kathryn Janeway, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Janeway -- straight to the point as always -- didn't bother with pleasantries. "Have you heard of the Unwanted?"
Picard instantly straightened. "Only rumors, why?"
"I'm afraid they may be more than rumors. I believe the gang has abducted my crewman, Tom Paris."
"Tom Paris," Picard repeated. He, like most people in Starfleet, had heard of the prodigy pilot. "What happened?"
"Tom disappeared, leaving only his resignation from Starfleet behind. He was seen on Deep Space Nine with Nea Clent. Nea is the leader of the Unwanted and--"
"And the Unwanted is plotting to steal the Enterprise, hence this visit. What is it you want me to do?"
"I want you to allow me to stay on board in case the Unwanted makes a move," Janeway said.
"Well, I owe you, how could I say no?"
* * * *
Tom collapsed on the bed in his quarters or more appropriately, his cell. He'd gotten a lot out of Cole. He'd gotten the details of the strike against the Enterprise.
He had thought Nea was leading a suicide mission, but it was worse. It just might work. Her plan was virtually flawless. And he had no idea how to stop it.
Nea was a fanatic. To blind with anger against the Cardassians to realize a strike against them won't do anyone any good. Nea was playing with fire. The Cardassians had only just begun to honor their treaty with the Federation, and things were tense. A resurrection of the Maquis would only serve to provoke them.
None of these were even the most disturbing things he'd learned from Cole. The worst was that the Unwanted were taking the Enterprise tomorrow. And he'd be going with them.
He fell back on the bed. He wanted to find himself a way out of this but the events of the last day were catching up to him and he felt his eyes close.
* * * *
B'Elanna looked up as Harry sighed for the third time. They both felt useless. Janeway was on the Enterprise, Chakotay was investigation Nea Clent and her gang and they were left with nothing to do but wait.
The console in front of them beeped and both jumped up. B'Elanna quickly activated it and Chakotay appeared.
"What have you found?" Harry asked immediately.
Chakotay smiled, "The last known coordinates of the Unwanted. They are pretty close to the Enterprise."
"What are the coordinates?" B'Elanna demanded.
Chakotay frowned. "Why?"
"I want to see where they are on the starmap. The coordinates?"
Chakotay told her and she ended the communiqué. Turning to Harry, she smiled wolfishly. "Your parents own a small ship, don't they, Harry?"
* * * *
When Tom woke up he immediately knew something was wrong. He exited his quarters and rushed to the bridge. He couldn't believe his eyes when he got there.
Bound and gagged in a corner were his two best friends. B'Elanna Torres and Harry Kim. Their eyes widened when they saw him and he stepped forward intending to set them free.
Nea blocked his way. "Your friends dropped by, Tom. Shame about their ship, though."
Tom clenched his fists. "Let them go."
"Let them go?" she repeated, aiming a phaser at B'Elanna. "Why would I let them go when I finally have a way to control you? You'll fly my mission, Tom or I'll blow B'Elanna's pretty little head off and then the other's."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me," Nea challenged.
"Alright, do it," Tom said and B'Elanna's eyes grew even wider.
Nea's eyes didn't flicker from Tom's but her finger never pressed down on the trigger.
"You won't kill them," Tom said assuredly. "For all you've done you are not a cold blooded murderer. So let them go."
Nea lowered the phaser and glared at him. "You're right that I wouldn't kill in cold blood, but they come with us. Just in case I get a really good reason to take their lives."
* * * *
Janeway stood off to the side of the bridge. Picard and Riker were discussing some slight subspace fluxulation nearby -- she was getting restless. She knew that the Unwanted would be making it's move soon while the Enterprise was far from reinforcements, but would Tom even be with them? And if he was, would he be a hostage or an accomplice?
What if they were as good as they were said to be? One inconsistency that everyone barely notices could be the only warning of attack.
One inconsistency.
The subspace fluxulation.
"Picard!" Janeway shouted as she started towards him. She never reached him. The ship was rocked and the crew was thrown to the floor. Before they could climb to their feet, eight figures materialized in front of them.
Janeway gasped when she realized not just one, but three of them were her own crewmen. All of them were being held at gunpoint.
"Captain Picard," Nea said sweetly. "Don't try anything funny. The rest of the crew has been locked down in the cargo bays and all of your weapons have been transported off the ship. The Enterprise is under my control now."
"You won't get away with this," Picard ground out.
Janeway looked over Tom, B'Elanna and Harry for injuries, and was relieved to see that all of them were unharmed.
"Take the helm, Tom."
Tom crossed his arms. "I said I wouldn't help you."
"You said you loved me," Nea reminded -- her black eyes probed into Tom's own and he resisted the urge to turn away.
"I also said I hated you, what's your point?"
"You will fly for me," Nea growled. "You're the only one who can get us safely through the Mryiad Asteroid field."
"Mryiad?" Picard cried incredulously. "No one has ever gotten through it!"
Nea smirked. Her cold gaze still locked with Tom's. "Tom has."
"I--" Tom began, stopping when Nea placed her phaser against Picard's temple.
"This time I'm not bluffing. I've wanted to kill the son of a bitch for years. Just give me a reason to, Tom."
Tom inwardly gave a sigh of resignation and took the helm. "Your wish is my command," he muttered.
Nea smiled triumphantly and lowered her phaser.
Nea hadn't been lying when she'd said Tom had flown Myriad. He'd made his way through the tricky asteroid cluster on more than one occasion during his stint with the Maquis, but he'd never flown anything as big as the Enterprise, though and he wasn't sure if he could do it.
Of course . . . he didn't say that . . .
"I'll have you through in a jiffy, hold onto your hats."
to be continued . . .
One more part, it might take a little longer to get up than this one though. I have to rewrite the ending because the current ending was written with the intention of having a sequel. But I never wrote the sequel, and I'm not going to, so I have to make an ending that ties up all the loose ends.
To The Next Generation fans . . . sorry if I wrote Picard out of character, I've never really watched the show and I'm trying to do my best with what I know. I thought it would be too confusing to create my own ship and a whole crew you would never have heard of, you've already got to try and keep all the members of Nea's crew straight.
Note: This story is a slight crossover with Star Trek: The Next Generation -- a show I've seen all of two times. (I've done it, Teri! A crossover! Kind of . . .) It doesn't focus on the characters from that show, though, they were just necessary for what I had in mind.
And Zappy, how could you say Stargate is a waste of time!! Stargate is my life -- pathetic as it is -- Though I still love Voyager as well, it was after all, my first obsession.
Part Two: The Flagship
B'Elanna looked up as Janeway entered with Chakotay. She had called them to join her, along with Harry to tell them what she had learned.
Now they were meeting at Janeway's apartment to compare notes.
"I've heard that Tom was seen on Deep Space Nine with Nea Clent," B'Elanna told them.
"Nea Clent?" Chakotay echoed. "I just got some gossip on her."
B'Elanna instantly perked up. "What?"
"I heard she's the leader of some band of thieves. Apparently they've been striking places all over the federation. Pulling off major burglaries without a hitch."
"What were they called?" Harry asked on a hunch.
Chakotay thought for a moment, "The Unwanted?"
"I was afraid of that. Rumors are flying everywhere that the Unwanted are plotting to steal the Enterprise."
"The flagship!" B'Elanna exclaimed and Harry nodded.
"I heard about that too," Janeway put in. "Starfleet claims that there is no truth to it and that the Unwanted don't even exist."
"They exist," Chakotay assured her. "This has Nea's name written all over it."
"But where does Tom fit in?" B'Elanna asked.
"Maybe he saw something he shouldn't have and Clent abducted him," Janeway said.
None of them said their fears out loud. That Nea hadn't abducted him but Tom had gone willingly. Giving up his friendships and second chance to become a criminal once more.
If that were the case - there was anything they'd be able to do to save him.
* * * *
After almost a half hour of struggling with the rope around his wrists, Tom was finally able to get free.
He headed to the Jeffries tube and quickly climbed in. He was planning to search for a shuttle bay or maybe a phaser. Anything to give him the upper hand. He stopped, however, when he heard voices -a little eavesdropping never hurt-
"What are we going to do without a pilot?" Kladie asked.
"We have a pilot!" Nea snapped.
"A pilot who is refusing to cooperate," Cole said exasperated.
"I agree with Cole," Spera said calmly. "There is no mission without your Tom Paris. I suggest you ensure his cooperation or stop wasting our time."
Tom smiled, as he crouched in the same tunnel. He liked Spera. She was much more fun than Tuvok.
"I will get his cooperation," Nea said matter-of-factly.
The hell you will, Paris thought angrily.
"You've got him tied up and looked in quarters!" the cynical Cole cried.
"I think this whole thing is crazy," Jork remarked. "Do you realize how small the chances are that we will be able to successfully take over the Enterprise? Even with your pilot?"
"The Enterprise?" Tom murmured.
"We'll do it," Nea said determinedly. "We're the best of the best -- we will not fail. And Tom will pilot for us, he hasn't anywhere else to go."
"On the contrary," Spera said with her emotionless voice. "He has the option of returning to Starfleet to gain the rank of Lieutenant, or he could return to his family and get one of the many jobs that would be available to a pilot of his skill."
Got to love Vulcan logic, Tom thought with a smirk.
Enough eavesdropping, Tom decided. He knew what Nea had planned and he had no intention of helping her. Playing with her might be fun though.
Smiling, he made his way to where the 'gang' was. He leaned on the doorjamb -- unnoticed by the thieves. He casually cleared his throat, causing every pair of eyes to turn in his direction.
"Hello, gang. Discussing me, perhaps?"
Nea smiled. "I thought you'd have gotten free of the ropes sooner."
"Oh, I did," he admitted. "I was listening in for quite awhile. The Enterprise, Nea? whatever would you want with a Starfleet ship? You wouldn't betray the federation would you? Sell it to the Klingons or Romulans?"
"Of course not," Nea said righteously.
"Then what? The Maquis rebellion is over!"
Nea jumped from her chair. "Not for us, it isn't!" she cried.
Tom's eyes lit up with sudden understanding. "You still plan on fighting the Cardassians. But why, Nea? Since the Maquis broke up they stopped invading the DMZ."
"They need to pay, Tom!"
"I know you went through a lot, Nea, growing up on Bajor, but they've backed off. Why provoke them? It will only cause more meaningless deaths!"
"His logic is impeccable, Captain," Spera said to Nea.
"This isn't about logic," Nea said. "This is something that comes deeper than the depths of the mind. We will go through with things as planned. And you *will* help me," Nea vowed.
"You aren't who I remember, Nea. I loved who you were but I despise who you've become. You're nothing but a washed up freedom fighter that's become so bitter they can't even see they don't have anymore reason to fight."
"Arm yourselves and watch him," Nea ordered emotionlessly.
Kladie, Jork, Cole and Spera all pulled out phasers.
"He has free range but don't let him touch anything important." Nea pulled her eyes from Tom's and left the room.
Tom smiled sheepishly at the four armed crewmen she had left him with. "So . . . you guys play poker?"
Jork, Spera and Kladie stared at him blankly. Cole grinned and pulled a deck of cards from his pocket. Flipping the cards from one hand to the other in a blur of movement, he asked, "What are the stakes?"
Tom's better instincts told him not to play poker with a con artist, but he wasn't exactly an innocent player himself. He always had an ace up his sleeve -- and he meant that both literally and figuratively.
"I want information," Tom said. "I win -- you tell me everything I want to know."
Cole nodded, "If I win -- you help us and fly the mission."
This was dangerous ground. Tom had no intention of helping Nea but he did need that information.
"Deal." He'd just better not lose. He'd hate to have to back out of his end of the deal if he were to lose to Cole. "I'll shuffle," Tom offered. He took the deck from Cole and began to deftly mix the cards. "Let's play best hand, I don't feel like wasting a lot of time with four."
Cole nodded, "Sounds good."
Tom dealt the hands after a rather impressive show of shuffling. The two played until Cole finally put down his hand.
"Four Kings," he said smugly.
"Mister Paris," Spera said turning to Tom. "Before you show your hand, I feel it is my duty to inform you that Cole was cheating.
Tom didn't blink. "I know," he said, placing down his hand of four aces. "So was I. Now, about that information?"
* * * *
Janeway stopped pacing her living room and looked at her three officers. "What if I could get myself on the Enterprise?" she asked. "I could stay there and wait for Nea to make her move. I don't know what else we can do."
"How would you do it?" Chakotay asked.
"Picard owes me a favor," Janeway said. "Maybe it's time I collect."
* * * *
Cole's smile faded as he stared at the four aces and Spera raised an eyebrow. Jork stifled a laugh and Kladie was smiling.
"What do you want to know?" Cole asked grudgingly.
"Everything," Tom answered simply.
* * * *
Janeway walked across the bridge of the Enterprise, following Captain Jean- Luc Picard into his ready room. Picard sat at his desk and smiled at her. "Kathryn Janeway, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Janeway -- straight to the point as always -- didn't bother with pleasantries. "Have you heard of the Unwanted?"
Picard instantly straightened. "Only rumors, why?"
"I'm afraid they may be more than rumors. I believe the gang has abducted my crewman, Tom Paris."
"Tom Paris," Picard repeated. He, like most people in Starfleet, had heard of the prodigy pilot. "What happened?"
"Tom disappeared, leaving only his resignation from Starfleet behind. He was seen on Deep Space Nine with Nea Clent. Nea is the leader of the Unwanted and--"
"And the Unwanted is plotting to steal the Enterprise, hence this visit. What is it you want me to do?"
"I want you to allow me to stay on board in case the Unwanted makes a move," Janeway said.
"Well, I owe you, how could I say no?"
* * * *
Tom collapsed on the bed in his quarters or more appropriately, his cell. He'd gotten a lot out of Cole. He'd gotten the details of the strike against the Enterprise.
He had thought Nea was leading a suicide mission, but it was worse. It just might work. Her plan was virtually flawless. And he had no idea how to stop it.
Nea was a fanatic. To blind with anger against the Cardassians to realize a strike against them won't do anyone any good. Nea was playing with fire. The Cardassians had only just begun to honor their treaty with the Federation, and things were tense. A resurrection of the Maquis would only serve to provoke them.
None of these were even the most disturbing things he'd learned from Cole. The worst was that the Unwanted were taking the Enterprise tomorrow. And he'd be going with them.
He fell back on the bed. He wanted to find himself a way out of this but the events of the last day were catching up to him and he felt his eyes close.
* * * *
B'Elanna looked up as Harry sighed for the third time. They both felt useless. Janeway was on the Enterprise, Chakotay was investigation Nea Clent and her gang and they were left with nothing to do but wait.
The console in front of them beeped and both jumped up. B'Elanna quickly activated it and Chakotay appeared.
"What have you found?" Harry asked immediately.
Chakotay smiled, "The last known coordinates of the Unwanted. They are pretty close to the Enterprise."
"What are the coordinates?" B'Elanna demanded.
Chakotay frowned. "Why?"
"I want to see where they are on the starmap. The coordinates?"
Chakotay told her and she ended the communiqué. Turning to Harry, she smiled wolfishly. "Your parents own a small ship, don't they, Harry?"
* * * *
When Tom woke up he immediately knew something was wrong. He exited his quarters and rushed to the bridge. He couldn't believe his eyes when he got there.
Bound and gagged in a corner were his two best friends. B'Elanna Torres and Harry Kim. Their eyes widened when they saw him and he stepped forward intending to set them free.
Nea blocked his way. "Your friends dropped by, Tom. Shame about their ship, though."
Tom clenched his fists. "Let them go."
"Let them go?" she repeated, aiming a phaser at B'Elanna. "Why would I let them go when I finally have a way to control you? You'll fly my mission, Tom or I'll blow B'Elanna's pretty little head off and then the other's."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me," Nea challenged.
"Alright, do it," Tom said and B'Elanna's eyes grew even wider.
Nea's eyes didn't flicker from Tom's but her finger never pressed down on the trigger.
"You won't kill them," Tom said assuredly. "For all you've done you are not a cold blooded murderer. So let them go."
Nea lowered the phaser and glared at him. "You're right that I wouldn't kill in cold blood, but they come with us. Just in case I get a really good reason to take their lives."
* * * *
Janeway stood off to the side of the bridge. Picard and Riker were discussing some slight subspace fluxulation nearby -- she was getting restless. She knew that the Unwanted would be making it's move soon while the Enterprise was far from reinforcements, but would Tom even be with them? And if he was, would he be a hostage or an accomplice?
What if they were as good as they were said to be? One inconsistency that everyone barely notices could be the only warning of attack.
One inconsistency.
The subspace fluxulation.
"Picard!" Janeway shouted as she started towards him. She never reached him. The ship was rocked and the crew was thrown to the floor. Before they could climb to their feet, eight figures materialized in front of them.
Janeway gasped when she realized not just one, but three of them were her own crewmen. All of them were being held at gunpoint.
"Captain Picard," Nea said sweetly. "Don't try anything funny. The rest of the crew has been locked down in the cargo bays and all of your weapons have been transported off the ship. The Enterprise is under my control now."
"You won't get away with this," Picard ground out.
Janeway looked over Tom, B'Elanna and Harry for injuries, and was relieved to see that all of them were unharmed.
"Take the helm, Tom."
Tom crossed his arms. "I said I wouldn't help you."
"You said you loved me," Nea reminded -- her black eyes probed into Tom's own and he resisted the urge to turn away.
"I also said I hated you, what's your point?"
"You will fly for me," Nea growled. "You're the only one who can get us safely through the Mryiad Asteroid field."
"Mryiad?" Picard cried incredulously. "No one has ever gotten through it!"
Nea smirked. Her cold gaze still locked with Tom's. "Tom has."
"I--" Tom began, stopping when Nea placed her phaser against Picard's temple.
"This time I'm not bluffing. I've wanted to kill the son of a bitch for years. Just give me a reason to, Tom."
Tom inwardly gave a sigh of resignation and took the helm. "Your wish is my command," he muttered.
Nea smiled triumphantly and lowered her phaser.
Nea hadn't been lying when she'd said Tom had flown Myriad. He'd made his way through the tricky asteroid cluster on more than one occasion during his stint with the Maquis, but he'd never flown anything as big as the Enterprise, though and he wasn't sure if he could do it.
Of course . . . he didn't say that . . .
"I'll have you through in a jiffy, hold onto your hats."
to be continued . . .
One more part, it might take a little longer to get up than this one though. I have to rewrite the ending because the current ending was written with the intention of having a sequel. But I never wrote the sequel, and I'm not going to, so I have to make an ending that ties up all the loose ends.
To The Next Generation fans . . . sorry if I wrote Picard out of character, I've never really watched the show and I'm trying to do my best with what I know. I thought it would be too confusing to create my own ship and a whole crew you would never have heard of, you've already got to try and keep all the members of Nea's crew straight.