I have 5 chapters finished for this so I'm trying to post them all at the moment, but I also don't want to post them all at the same time X) But at least for a while I should be able to update this quite consistently.
"Captain, our scanners have detected the preparations of another explosion", Data said, having returned to the controls.
"Shields up, red alert and on screen", Picard demanded.
"What explosion?" the one with the suit asked.
"Terrorists down on Feltan III", Picard answered and sat down in his chair.
"Right, good, terrorists detonating explosions strong enough to make the ship in the sky go to red alert", the one with the bowtie said, his voice sarcastic. "What about the people down there?"
"According to the scan of the explosion that brought you here not one single civilian was injured", Data said.
"What?" the one with the suit said. "How is that… what?"
"Doctor, there's no time for a rant about impossibilities right now", Rosalie said, making everyone once again turn towards the window. It was now used as a viewscreen and showed one small island in the middle of a green sea. The island was glowing.
Then the ship started to shake once again and the newcomers screamed in surprise.
"Get in the TARDIS!" both of the Doctors yelled. Amy and Rory obeyed and ran back inside the blue box. The Doctor wearing a suit looked at them with a strange look on his face. The other one met his gaze.
"You're alone?" he asked over the sound of the siren. A hard blast prevented the man with the suit from answering; he fell forward and landed on the floor after having bounced against one of the controls.
"Doctor!" Rosalie yelled. "Doctor, are you alright!"
He did not answer.
Slowly the effects of the explosion died away and Picard tapped his badge.
"Emergency transport from the Bridge to Sickbay", he ordered.
"Transportation offline", the computer responded.
"Mr O'Brien, report!" Picard demanded.
"The explosion must have knocked them out, Sir", O'Brien answered. "I'll try to get them back online, but it looks bad."
Rosalie kneeled next to the fallen man and rolled him over onto his back. The other Doctor hurried over as well, using his sonic screwdriver to scan the injured man.
"What happened?" Amy asked and stepped back outside.
"The explosion caught him off-guard", the Doctor with the bowtie answered and studied the results of the scan. "He'll be fine in a couple of moments."
"Wrong!" the other Doctor said and opened his eyes. Rosalie screamed in surprise and Amy jumped back.
"I am fine now", the man in the suit said and sat up, then groaned. "Or not completely fine, but fine enough."
"Well, since you, my friend, have to rest a bit I think I have to do the talking", the Doctor with the bowtie said and rose. "What sort of an explosion was that if it almost ripped this ship to pieces but the planet below, where it detonated, is completely unharmed?"
"They are trying to blast a hole between two or several universes", Picard answered. "We don't know why and we only just found out, thanks to Rosalie here."
"They're using Nivocarton", Rosalie said.
"What?" both of the Doctors said.
"But that's impossible", the Doctor in the suit said. "It's impossible to use."
"Not impossible but extremely dangerous, not to mention difficult", the other Doctor clarified.
"Alright, do you two mind if I call you Ten and Eleven?" Rosalie said. "My head is spinning from having two Doctors to keep in mind."
"Why those names?" Amy asked.
"You know about regeneration?" the Doctor in the suit said, astounded. "My tenth self and…"
"My eleventh self", the other one filled in.
"Exactly", Rosalie said. "And don't ask me how I know; it's complicated enough as it is."
"Captain, I think you should see this", Riker suddenly said. Everyone turned and looked out through the window. Outside was a spaceship, much smaller than the Enterprise but nevertheless a spaceship. It was drifting.
"Open a channel", Picard ordered, then spoke his usual greeting. "This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation starship USS Enterprise. Do you read me?"
There was no answer.
"Captain, is it possible to get a closer view of the ship?" Ten asked.
"Magnify, twenty percent", Picard commanded. The ship now filled the entire screen in front of them.
"The pilot is unconscious", Eleven said. "He must have hit his head when travelling through the void."
"The ship is badly damaged, Captain", Data filled in. "Life-support systems are failing."
"Can we get him onboard?" Picard asked.
"The transporters are still offline", Data answered. "There is, however, the possibility to pull in the ship using a tractor-beam."
"Make it so. Rosalie, you're with me. Doctor Crusher!"
He tapped his combadge.
"Yes, Captain", came Beverly's voice.
"Meet me outside cargobay two, we're bringing in an injured man."
"Ay, Captain."
Before the doors of the turbolift closed, Ten jumped in next to Rosalie.
"My future self can handle himself up there", he said. "So, who are you, actually?"
"Sorry?" Rosalie said with a frown.
"You seem familiar with the technology around you even though you are from a world parallel to this one, you knew both me and my future self, even the fact that he was my future self, and you looked shocked when you saw the ship outside."
"Don't tell me what I fear is true", Rosalie said and gave him a sharp look.
"And what would that be?" Picard asked. Ten raised an eyebrow at her, urging her to answer. Rosalie groaned and turned towards the Captain.
"I know the identity of the man you are bringing in right now", she said. "I've known every single one they have brought through so far, which leads me to think that I serve as some kind of connection."
"Why would you fear that?" Picard asked.
"Because that means they might want me for something as well, meaning I'll endanger you and the rest of the crew if they decide to come and get me. There have already been casualties and malfunctions thanks to the explosions, what if they manage to blast the ship apart?"
"Rosalie", Picard said, gently grasping her shoulder. "That will not happen."
"It might have been an accident to bring you here", Ten pointed out. "Without you we might not have been able to start working together or know what was going on."
By that time, they had reached the doors of cargobay two. Beverly Crusher, along with two other doctors, arrived at the same time from the other direction.
"Mr Data, report!" Picard ordered, tapping his combadge.
"The ship has been taken into cargobay two, Sir", Data responded. "Doors are now closed. You may enter."
Picard stepped in first, but stopped close to the door, allowing Beverly and her team to take care of the situation. The man brought out of the ship was bleeding from a wound in his head, his right arm was twisted in a strange way and his breathing was haggard. Rosalie covered her mouth with one of her hands as if to try and stop her sobs, but the two men next to her heard them anyway. Ten was the first to react by carefully placing his arm around her shoulder, holding her against him.
"It looks worse than it is", he assured her. "I promise."
"I know", Rosalie said and tried to wipe away the tears. "It's just… I've never seen him so severely injured before."
Ten squeezed her shoulder in comfort.
"Jean-Luc, take a look at this", Beverly suddenly said, drawing their attention. The red-haired doctor was standing with a metallic handle in her hands.
"What is it?" Picard asked, approaching her.
"I don't know, I have never seen such a thing before", Beverly admitted. "It's reassembling the handle of a sword, but it has no blade. According to the scans it contains some sort of very advanced technology along with a crystal."
"Leave it with him", Rosalie said, still standing back. "It's his."
"Rosalie, when he wakes up he will be disoriented", Beverly pointed out. "Leaving him with what might be a weapon will not…"
"He would never do such a thing, not even in such a situation", Rosalie interrupted. "He's been trained not to since he was an infant."
"Does he belong to some kind of Order, then?" Ten asked, frowning slightly.
"Yes, he does. He is a Jedi."
As one of the nurses had managed to mend the wound in the man's head, and had wiped away the blood from his face, Rosalie now slowly walked up to him and knelt down. Carefully she pushed some of his reddish hair away from his forehead.
"One of the noblest men you'll ever meet", she continued with a slight smile. "The Jedi are keepers of the peace in their own universe. From his appearance, though, I'd say that in his timeline it's during the beginning of a long war, where the Jedi will turn to soldiers instead…"
She leaned back on her heels and sighed.
"Are you able to scan for scars?" she asked after a while.
"Yes, why?" Beverly asked.
"Does he have two very recent ones, one on his left arm, close to the shoulder, and the other on his left thigh?"
Beverly checked her tricorder for information.
"He does", she said after a few moments, astounded. "I don't think they are more than a week old."
"So the war has just started", Rosalie said, her voice very silent but echoing in the almost empty cargobay. "He must have been heading out to a commanding position when he passed through the void."
"Has anyone else noticed that there have been no more explosions in a while?" Ten suddenly said.