STAR WARS-to-STAR TREK
"THE IMPOSSIBLE POWER"
By: Dan Bivens
Chapter One
CAPTAIN'S LOG, STARDATE: 7417.3: It has been a few fast-paced days since the successful finale to the first mission, as official overseer of the USS ENTERPRISE with Commander Spock and Dr. Leonard H. McCoy at my side…so to speak...in more than two years. Since our triumph over V'Ger that literally saved everyone on Earth as well as the United Federation of Planets and much, much more. Such has lead to a decision by the Admiralty of Starfleet Command that had left me in the center seat, still temporarily self-demoted from Admiral to Captain, while Mr. Spock stayed on due to, apparently, learning all he could from a mind meld with V'Ger. No longer, so says Spock, needing to return to planet Vulcan in order to resume the stringent training techniques of the Kolinahr. Whatever the real reason, I'm just grateful that my Right Hand Man decided to stay. Just as I am about Dr. McCoy's begrudging decision to resume his status as Chief Medical Officer. As desirous of starship command as I had evidently been, I just could never ever imagine it without these two officers and dear friends on duty once again. At any rate, after a few routine star system tasks at Warp Eight relative velocities, we were preparing to return to Spacedock as per orders from the maximal levels of Starfleet and the Federation. That was prior to Spock's standardized sensor scans suddenly revealing something…remarkable.
"Any new data on that strange vessel, Mr. Spock?" asked Captain Kirk, dressed in similar two-piece, slate-colored clothing, complete with bootie trousers, and, naturally, the arrowhead-over-circle chest insignia. A white circle for such as Captain Kirk's Command grade. Orangish for Science, as seen on Spock's grayish shirt-tunic. A very, very light shade of green gracing McCoy's and indicative of Medical.
Having calmly manipulated scanner controls and looked over the various mini-screens displaying a diversity of scientific information, the emotionless Commander Spock smoothly said, "Only that it does not conform to any currently contained within our commodious database. I would deduce from that disconcerting verity, Captain, that it is, indeed, from elsewhere than our own interstellar location. In fact, it would indeed appear to have actually entered from far outside our galactic plane."
"You mean," Kirk queried while walking up short steps to stand next to his Science Officer/First Officer, as well as looking at the magnified image on the huge forward viewscreen, "it came from another galaxy?"
"So it would seem, Captain," answered Spock properly yet passionlessly, though it was clear his curiosity surpassed the scientific, while slowly standing next to Kirk with hands folded faultlessly behind his back. His own slanted-brow eyes transfixed upon the self-same sight showing on said viewscreen. "Moreover…scans are picking up only one single life-form. Located on what would correspond to the bridge upon the uppermost levels overlooking its large angular body. Though it seems designed to hold hundreds…"
"Only one remains." No sooner said by the scowling with cautious curiosity Captain James T. Kirk than he added, several short tense seconds later, "Mr. Spock, is it possible this is an invader…even though he has no crew compliment?"
In the merest moments it took for the always-logical Commander Spock to respond, Kirk shot a hard look at his half-Human/half-Vulcan compeer as…
"Quite possible. Especially since Lt.-Commander Uhura has still not received a reply via her attempts to establish a ship-to-ship since first dropping to sublight upon picking up this strange craft's present position at similar space-normal speeds."
Glancing at Lt.-Commander Nyota Uhura, looking every bit as beautiful as before, now dressed in a tannish uniform with her own chest insignia that of an arrowhead-over-circle of yellow. It became quite clear to Kirk that she still had not received any reply from the spearhead-shaped ship situated some sixty million kilometers from the extensively-altered-from-within ENTERPRISE.
One could've heard the proverbial pin drop on the deck as stress-filled silence suffused the recycled air. Everyone awaited a word from their experienced starship commander. Most especially Lt. Pavel Chekov, seated at his port Security station with an arrowhead-over-circle of silver, as well as Lt.-Commander Hikaru Sulu with an arrowhead-over-white like Kirk's, but on a light-brown uniform.
Kirk stepped down to slowly sit in his Captain's chair before finally delivering orders…
"Mr. Chekov, raise shields and place all weapons on standby. Uhura, continue friendship messages over every conceivable frequency tied into universal translator systems. Mr. Sulu...take us in. Let's allow for the best…while preparing for the worst."
As a round of proper replies in the form of "Yes, sirs" and "Aye, Captains" completed a semi-circular circuit, and as Spock seated himself to once more make use of his extensive Science station to maintain meticulous scans of said extra-galactic ship…
"Ahhhhh," demonically hummed the masked Darth Nihilus while standing defiantly in the oppressive center of a tremendous bridge utterly empty of previously present Stormtroopers and Imperial officers. "It would definitely seem those in direct control of this unsophisticated starship have evidently failed to suitably ascertain the true nature of the RAVAGER. As well as being unable to correctly scan for my advanced abilities as per the Dark Side. Let them come. Soon…after toying with these meager humanoids, I shall not only destroy their starship and all inside…I shall seek to overpower their puny planets! Ha, ha, hahahaha, ha, haha!"
END OF CHAPTER 1