In-Joke: I figured the Timescoop would have been damaged in the Time War from the 2005 season of Doctor Who.

Chapter Two: The Search

Captain Karkoff of the Warlord warship Bladethunder surveyed the data coming in from their stolen equipment. It hadn't been hard to steal the machinery. There wasn't enough left of the race to put up a decent fight.

The Time Chart plotted everyone of significance in the universe at any given moment in time. The Timescoop could take them out of their time-streams and deposit them anywhere. The Databank held information about virtually everyone.

Karkoff, at the moment, was searching for the DNA traces of who or what owned that feather they'd found so many years ago. Amazingly, there had been no degradation in the patterns over time, meaning that the feather hadn't aged.

Their extractor was awaiting the opportunity to drain the supercharges out of the feather's owner's body. Karkoff couldn't wait to possess such powers.

Warlord law stated that any abilities taken from individuals had to be shared amongst the crew. A standard warship held a complement of fifty, and one extractor could siphon the powers into twenty-five at a time. Such tasks usually ended up killing the captive, prematurely aging them at first.

It was a small price to pay for what they gained. It was unfortunate that the farther reaches of the galaxy didn't have anything interesting for them to take. All they could drain was some extended life spans.

It didn't matter. They'd have something new soon. A blip had appeared on the Time Chart, signaling an individual with unusual DNA for the region. The DNA of the feather's owner was also present. Unfortunately, a precise lock couldn't be achieved.

"Can't you fools make this machinery work?!" Karkoff shouted.

"Sorry, sir!" shouted one of the commanders, his first mate, Sykle. "The engineers are still trying to figure out how it works."

Karkoff snarled. "Set the Timescoop to pick that one up!" he commanded. "I don't care who or what! Deposit them in the first cell!"

"Sir," Sykle said, "we're getting unusual readings…a neural net of sorts."

"I don't care! Put the disruption field around the cell!"

After many muttered curses and a few beats on the machine, the Timescoop activated. The machinery had a monitor so the operator could watch it in action, but they hadn't been able to get it working yet. It had been damaged in some big war, according to the Databank.

A few minutes later, a call came from the guard down in the brig.

"Captain, it's a robot."

Fuming, Karkoff stormed down the ship to see what they had picked up.

Standing in the cell behind the glowing disruption field was what could have been a man, if it weren't for his pale skin and gold eyes. He was wearing a black and gray uniform with a gold collared shirt underneath it. On the collar were three little pins, two were gold and one was black. A triangular insignia was located on the left hand side of his chest.

Karkoff leered. "Fascinating," he said. "What, exactly, are you?"

The thing cocked its head in puzzlement. "I am an android. May I ask…why I have been taken, against my will, and brought here?"

"Fantastic," Karkoff said, ignoring the question. "Oh, I wouldn't touch the field. It's powerful enough to disrupt even your neural net. An android brain would be an excellent addition to our physiology."

"Sir," said Gerod, the security officer, "the extractor was never tested on an artificial life form…"

"So? If it doesn't work, I'm sure we could use the spare parts."

"I would suggest," said the android, "that you release me immediately. I am a member of Starfleet, and when I am found missing, the captain of my ship will do all he can to locate me."

Karkoff raised his eyebrows. "Of course! It doesn't know!" He started laughing. "Tell me, what year is it?"

The android frowned. "Twenty-three seventy-eight."

Karkoff and Gerod exchanged a look. "Twenty-fourth century? Sorry, android. You're a few thousand years off. It's the fiftieth century, 4983. You're on my ship because I'm looking for someone. We are the Warlords, and you are our prisoner."

End chapter two.