Disclaimer: Star Trek ain't mine. (I forgot to add this to the first chapter. ^_^;;; Oh well. It applies for all of this.)
Chapter Two - Getting Started
The ship was almost as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. Everything was new, and it smelled like it, too. Light, powder-gray walls, brilliant lights, and perfectly programmed computers. The turbolifts worked smoother than the ones on the old Enterprise ever did.
The seven time-travelers rode the aforementioned turbolift up onto the bridge. No one else was up there, except a few ensigns. When they saw who it was, they immediately leaped out of their seats and stood at attention.
Allison waved a hand. "At ease."
The ensigns glanced at each other and slowly relaxed. One stepped forward. "Welcome aboard, sir."
"Thank you, Ensign Felsinger," she acknowledged. Then she smiled, and continued. "Ensign, despite Starfleet protocol, I don't like being addressed as 'sir'."
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Ma'am will do in a crunch, but I prefer 'Captain'." There were quite a few chuckles as the other time-travelers recognized the exchange.
Allison turned to her friends. "Well, shall we take our stations?"
Lia and May both looked at the helm/nav console with excited looks on their faces, and the two Lieutenant-Commanders took their places: Lia as Navigator, May as Helmswoman. Kristian took his place on the right side of the bridge, at the Science station. Jessie stood next to the newly-added Security console, where she could keep track of almost anything on the entire ship. Michael gave everyone a look, then stepped back in the turbolift to pay a visit to Engineering, where he belonged. Steve looked confused as to what he should do, until Allison smiled and said, "Just pretend you're McCoy." He grinned in sudden understanding and stood next to the captain's chair.
Allison approached the chair slowly, studying it thoroughly. It was primarily silver, with thick black padding and a headrest. The armrests could fold down, and they were adorned with buttons and switches of various types. She grinned and sat down, marveling at the comfort the seat allowed.
"Crew report," Allison called out to whoever. One of the ensigns scrambled to give her the answer.
"Transporter room reports that the last crewpersons are beaming aboard now," he said.
Allison nodded and examined the right-hand panel on her chair. Finding the button she wanted, she pushed it. "Engineering."
"Lieutenant-Commander Michael here."
"How'd your engines check out?"
"They're perfect, Captain. Just give the word and we'll be ready to leave."
"Thank you, Michael. Captain out." She hit the button again, closing the channel. She turned to the ensign at the Communication's station, who happened to be Felsinger. "Open a channel to Spacedock Control." He hurriedly opened it and sent it up to the comm in her chair. "Spacedock, Yel'Hal-tor requests permission to get underway."
"Spacedock Control acknowledges, Yel'Hal-tor. Permission granted."
"Many thanks, Spacedock Control." She had Felsinger close the channel, and then leaned forward. "Release docking clamps."
"Docking clamps released."
Allison had a michevious glint in her eyes and a smile tugging at her lips. "One-quarter impulse power."
The ensigns looked at her, startled, and one of them started to remind her about the regulation that stated only maneuvering thrusters were to be used in Spacedock, but a glare from Jessie and a giggle from the captain effectively silenced him. Confused, he turned back to his station.
~~~~~~~
Back in Spacedock Control, Admiral Fitzpatrick watched the brand-new ship leap out of Spacedock at a speed they should not have been using. He growled, and clenched his fists to his sides.
"She's a Kirk, all right."
~~~~~~~
"You had to do it, didn't you?" Jessie asked as she walked over to stand behind Allison's chair.
Allison smiled an innocent smile. "Who, me?"
The Klingon Lieutenant-Commander snorted. "Just because you're related to the guy doesn't mean you have to ACT like him."
"Says who?"
Jessie sighed and went back to her station.
Lia swiveled around in her chair. "So, Captain, where to?"
Allison considered that. "Let's take the Scenic Tour." The Scenic Tour was common for maiden voyages of starships. It was a flight path that took the ship past all the outer planets of the Sol system before finally clearing the orbit of Pluto.
"Laying in course for the Scenic Tour, aye," Lia said.
"Bring speed up to full."
"Full impulse power, Captain," May acknowledged.
Allison grinned. "My momma would be so proud," she remarked dryly to Steve, and he laughed. "Look ma, no hands!"
~~~~~~~
Steve eventually left to check out his Sickbay (being the Chief Medical Officer, it was his duty, after all). The ride was going smoothly, nothing had gone wrong, and everyone was happy.
Only a few hours into the trip, the ensign at the Communications console straightened and turned around. "Captain? I'm recieving a priority one signal, addressed to you."
Allison swiveled around in her chair, a frown already forming on her face. "Origin of signal?"
Felsinger tapped a few keys and then turned around again. "It's coming from the Enterprise."
Allison sighed loudly. "Never catch a break, do they? Put it up on the main viewscreen."
The viewscreen made a beeping noise, and suddenly Kirk was on the screen. Allison stood up respectfully. "Greetings, Admiral," she said, her face Vulcan-calm.
"Likewise, Captain," he said, glancing at her rank insignia. "I wish I could contact you under less stressful circumstances..."
"What's wrong, Jim?"
"Khan."
All the time-travelers on the bridge froze and did a mental calculation. Sure enough, it was time for Khan to show up.
"Damn," Allison swore. "Do you need assistance?"
"Possibly. You should know better than I do." He gave her a knowing look, and she nodded her head.
"I'll advise StarFleet Command," she said.
"Thank you, Captain Danks."
"You're welcome, Admiral Kirk. Yel'Hal-tor out." Kirk's image disappeared from the viewscreen, and Allison immediately turned to the poor confused Ensign Felsinger. "Get me StarFleet Command."
~~~~~~~
The orders were short and to the point. Yel'Hal-tor was to proceed to the Mutara sector and assist Enterprise as quickly as possible.
Allison ordered a course change, and the ship was put on Yellow Alert. Allison called down to Engineering and briefed Michael on what was going on, and he promised Warp 9 or better if she needed it. Sickbay was called, and Steve began to prepare for any injuries.
The ship swiftly jumped to warp within minutes, and evened out at about Warp 6.
All the humor from the bridge was gone. This was deadly serious. Allison leaned back in her chair, willing the fight to wait until Yel'Hal-tor arrived. She didn't care if it screwed the timeline.
And abruptly the ship dropped out of warp, engines whining in protest. Red Alert was activated, and Allison had to raise her voice to be heard above the klaxons. "Report!"
"Unidentified ship off the port bow!" Lia shouted back.
"Turn off the damn alarms!" The alarms on the bridge fell silent, but the red lights remained. "Alien ship onscreen."
The ship looked strangely like the Millennium Falcon; a mish-mash of parts held together by sheer stubborness. It was a flat disk, with a bubble on the top center. The whole thing was a dark gray color, with blinking green lights around the edges.
"HOLY HELL!" The call was nearly unanimous. The time-travelers recognized the ship.
It belonged to those who had abducted them.
Chapter Two - Getting Started
The ship was almost as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. Everything was new, and it smelled like it, too. Light, powder-gray walls, brilliant lights, and perfectly programmed computers. The turbolifts worked smoother than the ones on the old Enterprise ever did.
The seven time-travelers rode the aforementioned turbolift up onto the bridge. No one else was up there, except a few ensigns. When they saw who it was, they immediately leaped out of their seats and stood at attention.
Allison waved a hand. "At ease."
The ensigns glanced at each other and slowly relaxed. One stepped forward. "Welcome aboard, sir."
"Thank you, Ensign Felsinger," she acknowledged. Then she smiled, and continued. "Ensign, despite Starfleet protocol, I don't like being addressed as 'sir'."
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Ma'am will do in a crunch, but I prefer 'Captain'." There were quite a few chuckles as the other time-travelers recognized the exchange.
Allison turned to her friends. "Well, shall we take our stations?"
Lia and May both looked at the helm/nav console with excited looks on their faces, and the two Lieutenant-Commanders took their places: Lia as Navigator, May as Helmswoman. Kristian took his place on the right side of the bridge, at the Science station. Jessie stood next to the newly-added Security console, where she could keep track of almost anything on the entire ship. Michael gave everyone a look, then stepped back in the turbolift to pay a visit to Engineering, where he belonged. Steve looked confused as to what he should do, until Allison smiled and said, "Just pretend you're McCoy." He grinned in sudden understanding and stood next to the captain's chair.
Allison approached the chair slowly, studying it thoroughly. It was primarily silver, with thick black padding and a headrest. The armrests could fold down, and they were adorned with buttons and switches of various types. She grinned and sat down, marveling at the comfort the seat allowed.
"Crew report," Allison called out to whoever. One of the ensigns scrambled to give her the answer.
"Transporter room reports that the last crewpersons are beaming aboard now," he said.
Allison nodded and examined the right-hand panel on her chair. Finding the button she wanted, she pushed it. "Engineering."
"Lieutenant-Commander Michael here."
"How'd your engines check out?"
"They're perfect, Captain. Just give the word and we'll be ready to leave."
"Thank you, Michael. Captain out." She hit the button again, closing the channel. She turned to the ensign at the Communication's station, who happened to be Felsinger. "Open a channel to Spacedock Control." He hurriedly opened it and sent it up to the comm in her chair. "Spacedock, Yel'Hal-tor requests permission to get underway."
"Spacedock Control acknowledges, Yel'Hal-tor. Permission granted."
"Many thanks, Spacedock Control." She had Felsinger close the channel, and then leaned forward. "Release docking clamps."
"Docking clamps released."
Allison had a michevious glint in her eyes and a smile tugging at her lips. "One-quarter impulse power."
The ensigns looked at her, startled, and one of them started to remind her about the regulation that stated only maneuvering thrusters were to be used in Spacedock, but a glare from Jessie and a giggle from the captain effectively silenced him. Confused, he turned back to his station.
~~~~~~~
Back in Spacedock Control, Admiral Fitzpatrick watched the brand-new ship leap out of Spacedock at a speed they should not have been using. He growled, and clenched his fists to his sides.
"She's a Kirk, all right."
~~~~~~~
"You had to do it, didn't you?" Jessie asked as she walked over to stand behind Allison's chair.
Allison smiled an innocent smile. "Who, me?"
The Klingon Lieutenant-Commander snorted. "Just because you're related to the guy doesn't mean you have to ACT like him."
"Says who?"
Jessie sighed and went back to her station.
Lia swiveled around in her chair. "So, Captain, where to?"
Allison considered that. "Let's take the Scenic Tour." The Scenic Tour was common for maiden voyages of starships. It was a flight path that took the ship past all the outer planets of the Sol system before finally clearing the orbit of Pluto.
"Laying in course for the Scenic Tour, aye," Lia said.
"Bring speed up to full."
"Full impulse power, Captain," May acknowledged.
Allison grinned. "My momma would be so proud," she remarked dryly to Steve, and he laughed. "Look ma, no hands!"
~~~~~~~
Steve eventually left to check out his Sickbay (being the Chief Medical Officer, it was his duty, after all). The ride was going smoothly, nothing had gone wrong, and everyone was happy.
Only a few hours into the trip, the ensign at the Communications console straightened and turned around. "Captain? I'm recieving a priority one signal, addressed to you."
Allison swiveled around in her chair, a frown already forming on her face. "Origin of signal?"
Felsinger tapped a few keys and then turned around again. "It's coming from the Enterprise."
Allison sighed loudly. "Never catch a break, do they? Put it up on the main viewscreen."
The viewscreen made a beeping noise, and suddenly Kirk was on the screen. Allison stood up respectfully. "Greetings, Admiral," she said, her face Vulcan-calm.
"Likewise, Captain," he said, glancing at her rank insignia. "I wish I could contact you under less stressful circumstances..."
"What's wrong, Jim?"
"Khan."
All the time-travelers on the bridge froze and did a mental calculation. Sure enough, it was time for Khan to show up.
"Damn," Allison swore. "Do you need assistance?"
"Possibly. You should know better than I do." He gave her a knowing look, and she nodded her head.
"I'll advise StarFleet Command," she said.
"Thank you, Captain Danks."
"You're welcome, Admiral Kirk. Yel'Hal-tor out." Kirk's image disappeared from the viewscreen, and Allison immediately turned to the poor confused Ensign Felsinger. "Get me StarFleet Command."
~~~~~~~
The orders were short and to the point. Yel'Hal-tor was to proceed to the Mutara sector and assist Enterprise as quickly as possible.
Allison ordered a course change, and the ship was put on Yellow Alert. Allison called down to Engineering and briefed Michael on what was going on, and he promised Warp 9 or better if she needed it. Sickbay was called, and Steve began to prepare for any injuries.
The ship swiftly jumped to warp within minutes, and evened out at about Warp 6.
All the humor from the bridge was gone. This was deadly serious. Allison leaned back in her chair, willing the fight to wait until Yel'Hal-tor arrived. She didn't care if it screwed the timeline.
And abruptly the ship dropped out of warp, engines whining in protest. Red Alert was activated, and Allison had to raise her voice to be heard above the klaxons. "Report!"
"Unidentified ship off the port bow!" Lia shouted back.
"Turn off the damn alarms!" The alarms on the bridge fell silent, but the red lights remained. "Alien ship onscreen."
The ship looked strangely like the Millennium Falcon; a mish-mash of parts held together by sheer stubborness. It was a flat disk, with a bubble on the top center. The whole thing was a dark gray color, with blinking green lights around the edges.
"HOLY HELL!" The call was nearly unanimous. The time-travelers recognized the ship.
It belonged to those who had abducted them.