STAR TREKKIES
By Lugia42/Charmega
Book Two: Yel'Hal-tor
Author's Notes: It's finally here! *gets tackled by 13 overenthusiastic Trekkies* Owie...anyway, chapter two will be up soon. Don't worry, you seven new Trekkies, you'll show up quite soon. Just be patient. Let the katra flooow....OMMMMM....
Prologue
"Personal Log, Stardate...oh, to hell with these stardates! Why I even bother..."
"Get on with it already, Ael!"
"Ahem. As I was saying...
It's been years since we entered this century. We're all pretty much used to it now. This recording begins fifteen years after our journey from 2001..."
Chapter One - Status Report
A Vulcan woman with commander's stripes walked down the hallway at StarFleet HQ. Just back from a long mission on the U.S.S. Excalibur, she was reporting to Admiral Davis for debriefing.
Stepping into his office, she took a seat across from the large desk as the doors swooshed quietly shut behind her.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Welcome back to Earth, Commander Danks. I trust your mission was successful?"
"Completely, Admiral."
"Very good." Admiral Davis smiled knowingly. "I think it's about time we got rid of that rank of yours."
The Vulcan woman was taken off guard. "Sir?"
The admiral reached under his desk and pulled out a brand-new style of uniform: red cloth, white flap on the front...
And with Captain's insignia.
Her voice was hushed as she touched the uniform. "This...is this...mine?"
"Of course it is, Captain Danks."
"Thank you, sir!" She could hardly stop staring at the gold braids. Captain!
"There's more, Captain. I'd like you to take command of the U.S.S. Yel'Hal-tor, our newest starship. I hear she's based somewhat off of some ideas of yours. And of course you'll want to handpick your main staff..."
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"
"Enough with the 'sir's. Go get your crew."
The side of her mouth quirked up into a smile. "Yes, sir!" she said purposefully as she stood up, and as the doors slid shut behind her she heard the admiral break out laughing.
~~~~~~~
A young Klingon woman muttered to herself as she plunked down in a chair. What a boring day! Nothing but patrol and drill, patrol and drill...being a Security officer was really useless when there were no security leaks or intruders. Not even an alarm...
At that very moment, her comm unit whistled. Irritated, she got to her feet and pressed a button. "Yes?"
"You aren't busy at the moment, are you?" a familiar voice asked.
"Not really. Why?"
"Well, I just got promoted and put in charge of a starship, so I figured you might want to tag along..."
"Ael, don't you DARE leave Spacedock without me!"
A laugh came from the comm speaker. "I wouldn't dream of it! Be at Docking Ring 81 at 0945 tomorrow morning."
"I'll be there," she promised.
"Remember, Jess. If you're late, I WILL leave without you."
Jessie snorted, unamused. "Whatever. Seeya tomorrow."
~~~~~~~
The other time-travelers got pretty much the same message. At 0945 the next day, all of them met at Docking Ring 81. Allison was nowhere to be seen. Until...
"Alright peoples, let's get crackin'!"
The tall Vulcan captain appeared practically out of nowhere and grinned at the six friends. "Shall we go on, ladies and gentlemen?" She gestured towards the inspection pod that was docked at that specific station.
All of them looked at each other and followed her into the pod. Allison gestured towards the pilot's seat. "May, would you care to do the honors?"
"Sure!" May agreed cheerfully and slid into the seat. "Everybody got your seatbelts buckled?"
Chuckles echoed through the pod. "Can we just go already?" Steve asked.
"Oh, fine. May, take us out," Allison ordered.
"Yes sir."
The pod launched without a hitch, and it turned towards the floating shipyard where the refit or newly-built ships would be. Allison told May where to fly, and she complied quickly and easily. One specific port caught their attention, as Allison knew it would. All they could see was endless silver-white metal behind the black support struts.
And then the pod moved around to the end, and it seemed as though time itself had stopped.
The ship was beautiful. It had a flat saucer for the main section, with the gracefully curving engineering section below. The warp nacelles were folded down level with the lower section, and all of the ship seemed to be encased in smooth, gracefully flowing silver. The familiar StarFleet insignia was emblazoned on the side, and Allison directed May to fly the pod over the bridge. As they did so, all of them looked down at the name that was so proudly displayed on the ship's hull.
NCC-2001. The U.S.S. Yel'Hal-tor.
"What does it mean?" Lia asked curiously, in awe of the mighty starship.
Allison made a grand dramatic gesture. "My friends, welcome to your new home: the U.S.S. Star Trek."
By Lugia42/Charmega
Book Two: Yel'Hal-tor
Author's Notes: It's finally here! *gets tackled by 13 overenthusiastic Trekkies* Owie...anyway, chapter two will be up soon. Don't worry, you seven new Trekkies, you'll show up quite soon. Just be patient. Let the katra flooow....OMMMMM....
Prologue
"Personal Log, Stardate...oh, to hell with these stardates! Why I even bother..."
"Get on with it already, Ael!"
"Ahem. As I was saying...
It's been years since we entered this century. We're all pretty much used to it now. This recording begins fifteen years after our journey from 2001..."
Chapter One - Status Report
A Vulcan woman with commander's stripes walked down the hallway at StarFleet HQ. Just back from a long mission on the U.S.S. Excalibur, she was reporting to Admiral Davis for debriefing.
Stepping into his office, she took a seat across from the large desk as the doors swooshed quietly shut behind her.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Welcome back to Earth, Commander Danks. I trust your mission was successful?"
"Completely, Admiral."
"Very good." Admiral Davis smiled knowingly. "I think it's about time we got rid of that rank of yours."
The Vulcan woman was taken off guard. "Sir?"
The admiral reached under his desk and pulled out a brand-new style of uniform: red cloth, white flap on the front...
And with Captain's insignia.
Her voice was hushed as she touched the uniform. "This...is this...mine?"
"Of course it is, Captain Danks."
"Thank you, sir!" She could hardly stop staring at the gold braids. Captain!
"There's more, Captain. I'd like you to take command of the U.S.S. Yel'Hal-tor, our newest starship. I hear she's based somewhat off of some ideas of yours. And of course you'll want to handpick your main staff..."
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"
"Enough with the 'sir's. Go get your crew."
The side of her mouth quirked up into a smile. "Yes, sir!" she said purposefully as she stood up, and as the doors slid shut behind her she heard the admiral break out laughing.
~~~~~~~
A young Klingon woman muttered to herself as she plunked down in a chair. What a boring day! Nothing but patrol and drill, patrol and drill...being a Security officer was really useless when there were no security leaks or intruders. Not even an alarm...
At that very moment, her comm unit whistled. Irritated, she got to her feet and pressed a button. "Yes?"
"You aren't busy at the moment, are you?" a familiar voice asked.
"Not really. Why?"
"Well, I just got promoted and put in charge of a starship, so I figured you might want to tag along..."
"Ael, don't you DARE leave Spacedock without me!"
A laugh came from the comm speaker. "I wouldn't dream of it! Be at Docking Ring 81 at 0945 tomorrow morning."
"I'll be there," she promised.
"Remember, Jess. If you're late, I WILL leave without you."
Jessie snorted, unamused. "Whatever. Seeya tomorrow."
~~~~~~~
The other time-travelers got pretty much the same message. At 0945 the next day, all of them met at Docking Ring 81. Allison was nowhere to be seen. Until...
"Alright peoples, let's get crackin'!"
The tall Vulcan captain appeared practically out of nowhere and grinned at the six friends. "Shall we go on, ladies and gentlemen?" She gestured towards the inspection pod that was docked at that specific station.
All of them looked at each other and followed her into the pod. Allison gestured towards the pilot's seat. "May, would you care to do the honors?"
"Sure!" May agreed cheerfully and slid into the seat. "Everybody got your seatbelts buckled?"
Chuckles echoed through the pod. "Can we just go already?" Steve asked.
"Oh, fine. May, take us out," Allison ordered.
"Yes sir."
The pod launched without a hitch, and it turned towards the floating shipyard where the refit or newly-built ships would be. Allison told May where to fly, and she complied quickly and easily. One specific port caught their attention, as Allison knew it would. All they could see was endless silver-white metal behind the black support struts.
And then the pod moved around to the end, and it seemed as though time itself had stopped.
The ship was beautiful. It had a flat saucer for the main section, with the gracefully curving engineering section below. The warp nacelles were folded down level with the lower section, and all of the ship seemed to be encased in smooth, gracefully flowing silver. The familiar StarFleet insignia was emblazoned on the side, and Allison directed May to fly the pod over the bridge. As they did so, all of them looked down at the name that was so proudly displayed on the ship's hull.
NCC-2001. The U.S.S. Yel'Hal-tor.
"What does it mean?" Lia asked curiously, in awe of the mighty starship.
Allison made a grand dramatic gesture. "My friends, welcome to your new home: the U.S.S. Star Trek."