Captain's Log- Stardate 9800 : Through spectacular means, the TARDIS collided itself with NC-1701. As a result, she and her crew have been thrust into a whole new world. It was not the first time something like this had happened. Now, we're led into a difficult situation.

From such intensity of their travel, all aboard the Enterprise had been struck unconscious. In time, all would awake and compose themselves. No one was hurt, but all were confused.

"What happened?", asked a still dizzy Uhura.

"I believe," started Spock, "my head made contact with the rail and-"

"No, Mr. Spock", she replied, "I was talking about what happened with the ship."

"It appears that we've been transported to someplace else.", said Chekov as he checked the navigations, "We are completely off course."

"You're right.", Rand, "I do not recognize that planet."

The domain she was seeing on screen was none other than Coruscant.

"Of course you don't recognize it.", mumbled the Doctor, "Who-in the Milky Way-could?"

Upon noticing his demeanor-that familiar Whovian demeanor, Kirk knew something was being hidden.

"Alright,", Kirk said to the Timelord, "what do you know?"

"I was going to tell you.", defended Smith, "There's just been a bunch of surprises-"

"What do you know?", repeated a more serious Kirk.

"For starters…", exhaled Smith, "We're not even within our own solar system-let alone Kansas. We are now in another domain. Another world and…perhaps…another time. We are not here by accident; we are here to help them; the people living in this dimension."

"With what?", asked Sulu.

"To fight against….", Smith was out to admit the main foe, Abeloth, but held back.

"To fight against grave foes. And with something-or someone you all may know. But, that is all I can say."

"Doctor-", Ace was about to protest when Smith interrupted her.

"Right now,", the Gallifreyan started as he gently placed his hand on the girl's shoulder, "we need to find some other way to contact those people below."

A few hours later, civilians were in their homes as their rulers held an emergency meeting at the Convocation Chamber. This included Luke and the High Jedi Council to give their vital input on the matter.

"We know it's a ship-that's obvious.", explained a scientist of Coruscant's observatory, Dr. Grigori, "What isn't obvious are the strange symbols it possesses. Then there are its passengers; our sensors have managed to pick up 408 lives."

"Any contact made?", Mothma asked Akbar who replied,

"None successful.", said Grigori.

"Continue your efforts. In the meantime,", Mothma turns to Luke and his council. "you, Jedi, can use telepathy to get in touch with them. If they are to be trusted as the Force has said, inform them to land here and we shall meet them at the temple."

"I must object.", started Malaman, "This whole ordeal is suicide for this galaxy."

"Those outsiders have been up there for almost two hours. They haven't struck us yet.", said Mothma, "Could be a sign of good character. And with what the Jedi had foreseen, you should not fear too much, Malaman."

"The jedis must've seen the disabled character of those aliens. That ship's systems could be damaged during their travels."

"What will happen when their ship is repaired?", inquired a ruler.

"Could they strike?", inquired an ambassador, "Would they strike?"

"Perhaps.", Mothma had to be honest, "However, we need to hold our breaths before taking action. To ensure further safety, guards will be positioned for the outsiders' arrival."

"And if those foreigners have friends catching up?", Malaman raised a brow.

"Let's cross that bridge when we get there.", said Mothma.

"We'll be dead before that happens.", mumbled Malaman.

"Don't jump to conclusions.", said Leia.

"You need to be in this field.", retorted her opponent.

"Let's put it this way, Malaman.", Han had to speak up, "If they meant us harm, they would have sent a militia of a landing party somewhere on this planet by now."

"Or,", started Leia, "other ships like it would've been seen throughout the galaxy."

"Mothma, really", Malaman turned to Mon but she cut him off. Saying, "Prince Han and princess Leia are right. There is only one foreign ship in Skyriver. And that ship is the one we're investigating. Please, Malaman. Have more faith. Have more trust."

Feeling alone in this matter, Malaman faked his compliance. Once the meeting was adjourned he slinked away among the crowd. Even as Leia Organa was trying to make amends with him.

"After what happened to his wife,", said Leia, "can you blame him for being this way?"

"We know.", her brother admitted"But will he talk to us now?"

"Deal with him later.", said Han, "That stubborn nerf-herder needs to calm down a bit."

"Han's right.", Luke agreed, "We gotta get to the temple."

"Yes but…", Leia started as she looked on as Malaman was walking further away, "I got a bad feeling about this…about him…"

Moments later, Malaman returned to his quarters. There, at his luxurious living room, he was met with Jattir Plage for comfort.

"Perhaps they're right.", Jattir kissed his head after giving him a glass of phattro, "You worry too much."

"On the contrary.", said Malaman, "How can they be so open to this? We know nothing of these beings-they could turn invisible, breathe fire or puke up ectoplasm."

"Thanks for the image.", Jattir sneered, "But if the jedi-"

"The Jedi are being relied on far too much-once again! They're saying things are OK when we all know that's just a defense mechanism. They're as lost as the rest of us. Just look at their leader; Master Luke doesn't appear as strong as he once was. Just watch, Jattir, the Jedi will fall once again with him in charge."

"Get some sleep, will you?", Jattir scoffed as she began to massage his shoulders, "Your mind's all over the place."

"Who sleeps at a time like this?"

"Well, you need something to calm down."

With rolling his annoyed eyes, Malaman left her side and went to the apartment balcony. Looking at the strange ship in the sky, suspicion, anger and fear filled his mind.

"Who are you?", he thought, "What are you? What do you want from us?"

"Death.", announced a voice that came not from Jattir but from a figure entirely different. Taken by surprise, Malaman looked around.

"Who said that?", he asked, "Show yourself!"

The being did what was demanded and out appeared a stranger with pale skin and an attire clad in black. All with a raven on his head.

Malaman was, naturally, taken Back by such a creature. Still, he bucked up courage and inquired, "Are you…a Nightbrother?"

The stranger's attire was reminiscent of the tribes of Dathomir. At least, with the black feathers. But the figure spoke the contrary, saying,

"I am known as the Black Guardian. For you, just call me 'Friend'. I'm here to help you. To help all of you in this domain."

"So I am right?", asked Malaman, "Those aliens-they're-"

"Dangerous.", finished the Black Guardian, "Arrogant, aloof and brutal. Their technology is vast and greater than any of yours and so, you will need help."

"But it's too late.", said Malaman, "Those jedi imbeciles must've already contacted them by now."

"That's where I come in.", grinned the being, "But I can help you if-only if-you give me something in return."

"What must I do?"

"On that ship, a scoundrel known as 'The Doctor' resides. Find him. Kill him. Do this favor for me and I will help you. Do we have a deal?"

Malaman stood silent for what felt like an eternity. Waying and out waking the options and consequences until he spoke.

"Where do I start?", he asked.

"With friends.", grinned the satisfied Black Guardian, "With great, old friends."

"But the jedi…", started Malaman, "they must've already contacted the enemy by now. How do I-"

"Fear not.", said the dark one, "As the ruler of time, I can help with anything."