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Star Trek The Next Generation The Gift: A Star Trek SI
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Chapter One: Arrival 2365
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Hallo All. This is the first Self-Insert story that I ever wrote for pubic consumption. Four years of plotting, planning, refining, and a whole lot of help from various folks. I hope you like it. This is the first story in a larger universe of SI's.
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"Star Trek: The Next Generation: The Gift"
Shortly after Stardate 42761.3 (Q Who)
"They found him in a Jefferies Tube near Main Engineering."
Is that... Worf?
"He was just laying there unconscious in these clothes."
Ohhhhh my head. What happened? W-where am I? I hear familiar humming as well as another voice says.
"I've never seen clothes like this before except in historical docs. Nothing is registering on any Federation database where ID is concerned."
How'd they do that? Did they take a DNA sample and run it through the database or something?
"That's unusual. Pulaski to Picard."
"Picard here. Go ahead Doctor."
"Sir, I think you should come down to sickbay, we have an unusual patient you might want to talk to." Pulaski? Picard? What? WHAT? WHAT?!!!
"Understood Doctor. I'm on my way."
"Doctor, he's coming around now." I am indeed as I lay on the bio bed and look up to see Doctor Selar and Doctor Pulaski.
"Ohhhhh...Pulaski." I manage to mutter. My head hurts
"You've sustained a blow to the head, we've taken care of it but you may be disorientated for a few more minutes." I'm in Star Trek The Next Generation??? Season Two??? On the Enterprise. I here a familiar whooshing sound as the doors to sickbay open and I see Captain Picard walk in with two other security guards. I look at them awestruck. I must look very humourous to them...except for Worf. Worf has a scowl on his face that would make any Klingon proud.
"This is the intruder we discovered in the Jefferies Tube near Main Engineering." Worf reports to the Captain. Thanks Worf. I hear more humming as I'm continued to be scanned with a medical tricorder. I am fully awake now
"Easy there, you're okay. You're on--"
"The Enterprise." I say bewildered. Picard approaches me and introduces himself---I cut him off though before he begins.
"Captain Jean-Luc Picard, commanding officer of the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-Delta. It is truly an honor sir, I apologize for cutting you off. "
It's fucking Sir Patrick Stewart!!! Gurney!!!!! What is going on here?
"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage sir...you appear to know who I am, but..." I stick out my hand
"Adam Christopher Young sir." Picard takes the hand and shakes it. It's a firm grip. Professional as fuck. As expected. I can't believe what is going on here.
"I know you have questions, and believe me I'd love to provide you with answers, but I don't have any. I am fully prepared to subject myself to any tests you wish to be run on me. I know where I'm supposed to be, and the Enterprise isn't it." Picard takes this in and tugs his uniform. He did the thing! He did the thing!! Holy fuck. My head hurts. Selar injects me with a hypo and talks to me like i'm a dog or something so that I understand. I know what it does Doc...oh. Ohhhhh.
"I can breathe. I can breathe!" I explain starting to cry.
"Yes..." begins Pulaski. "We've scanned several ailments in your system. The hypo contains a cure to put it so you can understand, for your chronic sinusitis. Quite frankly, I'm shocked at your pain threshold. I've never seen a body as wracked with pain from extremities as yours. All of this---including the club feet, are gone in our time."
"I'm a medical marvel Doc...and not in a good way. Every new Doctor I encounter says that to me."
"Who exactly are you and where do you come from?" Picard asks. I sigh.
"I'm gonna have to be honest here...that answer...you may not accept sir."
"Let me be the judge of that." Oh dear. What do I tell them? This is Jean-Luc Picard. Anij was right, the man exudes Trust.
"I am from an alternate reality, one in which all of you are characters in a television series." I say bluntly and realize how absolute cringe that must sound. I watch as they react to it.
"Assuming we can corroborate your claim, we will have to discuss what to do with you."
"I understand sir, but if I might make a suggestion?" Picard nods. He's always willing to hear suggestions from others, even strangers. It is an endearing leadership quality of his.
"Because of where I'm from, I have certain knowledge of events, and people. I can help. l am fully aware of all the prime directives, so I won't fully interfere with your development, but I can help prevent things that maybe aren't supposed to happen."
Picard's turn to exhale now. "I shall discuss this with my senior staff, and with Starfleet Command, and have a decision for you shortly. Until then you're to be confined to guest quarters and Counsellor Deanna Troi will be visiting you at her convenience."
I nod. Deanna!!! Marina!!! "Understood sir." Picard allows a brief smile.
"Welcome to the 24th Century Mr. Young."
"Thank you sir." I reply shaking his hand.
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"Star Trek: The Next Generation: The Gift"
Shortly after Stardate 42761.3 (Q Who)
"They found him in a Jefferies Tube near Main Engineering."
Is that... Worf?
"He was just laying there unconscious in these clothes."
Ohhhhh my head. What happened? W-where am I? I hear familiar humming as well as another voice says.
"I've never seen clothes like this before except in historical docs. Nothing is registering on any Federation database where ID is concerned."
How'd they do that? Did they take a DNA sample and run it through the database or something?
"That's unusual. Pulaski to Picard."
"Picard here. Go ahead Doctor."
"Sir, I think you should come down to sickbay, we have an unusual patient you might want to talk to." Pulaski? Picard? What? WHAT? WHAT?!!!
"Understood Doctor. I'm on my way."
"Doctor, he's coming around now." I am indeed as I lay on the bio bed and look up to see Doctor Selar and Doctor Pulaski.
"Ohhhhh...Pulaski." I manage to mutter. My head hurts
"You've sustained a blow to the head, we've taken care of it but you may be disorientated for a few more minutes." I'm in Star Trek The Next Generation??? Season Two??? On the Enterprise. I here a familiar whooshing sound as the doors to sickbay open and I see Captain Picard walk in with two other security guards. I look at them awestruck. I must look very humourous to them...except for Worf. Worf has a scowl on his face that would make any Klingon proud.
"This is the intruder we discovered in the Jefferies Tube near Main Engineering." Worf reports to the Captain. Thanks Worf. I hear more humming as I'm continued to be scanned with a medical tricorder. I am fully awake now
"Easy there, you're okay. You're on--"
"The Enterprise." I say bewildered. Picard approaches me and introduces himself---I cut him off though before he begins.
"Captain Jean-Luc Picard, commanding officer of the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-Delta. It is truly an honor sir, I apologize for cutting you off. "
It's fucking Sir Patrick Stewart!!! Gurney!!!!! What is going on here?
"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage sir...you appear to know who I am, but..." I stick out my hand
"Adam Christopher Young sir." Picard takes the hand and shakes it. It's a firm grip. Professional as fuck. As expected. I can't believe what is going on here.
"I know you have questions, and believe me I'd love to provide you with answers, but I don't have any. I am fully prepared to subject myself to any tests you wish to be run on me. I know where I'm supposed to be, and the Enterprise isn't it." Picard takes this in and tugs his uniform. He did the thing! He did the thing!! Holy fuck. My head hurts. Selar injects me with a hypo and talks to me like i'm a dog or something so that I understand. I know what it does Doc...oh. Ohhhhh.
"I can breathe. I can breathe!" I explain starting to cry.
"Yes..." begins Pulaski. "We've scanned several ailments in your system. The hypo contains a cure to put it so you can understand, for your chronic sinusitis. Quite frankly, I'm shocked at your pain threshold. I've never seen a body as wracked with pain from extremities as yours. All of this---including the club feet, are gone in our time."
"I'm a medical marvel Doc...and not in a good way. Every new Doctor I encounter says that to me."
"Who exactly are you and where do you come from?" Picard asks. I sigh.
"I'm gonna have to be honest here...that answer...you may not accept sir."
"Let me be the judge of that." Oh dear. What do I tell them? This is Jean-Luc Picard. Anij was right, the man exudes Trust.
"I am from an alternate reality, one in which all of you are characters in a television series." I say bluntly and realize how absolute cringe that must sound. I watch as they react to it.
"Assuming we can corroborate your claim, we will have to discuss what to do with you."
"I understand sir, but if I might make a suggestion?" Picard nods. He's always willing to hear suggestions from others, even strangers. It is an endearing leadership quality of his.
"Because of where I'm from, I have certain knowledge of events, and people. I can help. l am fully aware of all the prime directives, so I won't fully interfere with your development, but I can help prevent things that maybe aren't supposed to happen."
Picard's turn to exhale now. "I shall discuss this with my senior staff, and with Starfleet Command, and have a decision for you shortly. Until then you're to be confined to guest quarters and Counsellor Deanna Troi will be visiting you at her convenience."
I nod. Deanna!!! Marina!!! "Understood sir." Picard allows a brief smile.
"Welcome to the 24th Century Mr. Young."
"Thank you sir." I reply shaking his hand.
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Chapter Two: This Is Really Happening
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I am escorted to guest quarters by one of Worf's security members. The Enterprise is still undergoing repairs from the Borg attack, a lot of nerves are still on edge, rightfully so...as they are mourning the 18 lost crew or whatever the number was. The quarters are massive, maybe three times the size of my current room at my place back home, and luxurious as fuck. I do have to smirk inwardly though at the outdated late 80's early 90's set decor design, but it adds to the charm of the room. I thank the Ensign, forgot her name already, and look around the room a little bit. My head is still wheeling with why and the how I am in TNG in the first place? This should be impossible...and yet I'm fully awake, at least I think so, I have no plausible explanation for whatever this is....I don't think I'll ever get one. I have a thought.
"Q!!!!!!!!" I roar...but there's no answer. I don't expect one since he was just here and made his point.
"QQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!" I scream even louder but no answer and I give up. I go over to the couch and sit down. I'm in Star Trek The Next Generation. I guess there's only one thing or maybe TWO things I can do until Deanna gets here. I get up and head over to the replicator and crack my knuckles in anticipated glee. I've always wanted to use one of these, as most fans probably do.
"Computer....beef brisket ends, light Carolina BBQ sauce on toasted Texas Toast Bread." It makes it's beep, and does it's whirring sound effect and then just like magic....there it is.
"Computer, a tall cold glass of cola. Coke if you've got it in your banks, one small ice cube, partially chilled." It repeats the process and gives me a glass of coke. I take both and head back to the couch.
"Computer...please begin historical record read out of Earth starting from Earth Year 1992 through to current Stardate." It acknowledges it and I hear Majel read.
About a hour goes by, and I've had myself a nice five course meal---or just five meals---by the time I hear my door chime.
"Come." I say smiling like a nerd.
And she does enter, in all her glory. Lt-Commander Deanna Troi, Ship's Counsellor. Marina Sirtis--and I freeze in position, totally awestruck even at my age. How could I not? It's fucking Marina Sirtis. Deanna Troi---and then I remember...oh shit! Empathic, partially telepathic. She smiles and chuckles at this and I see her blushing a bit despite herself.
"You must be Adam." she says and my heart melts at the sound of my own name from her mouth.
"Uh--yes I am. Counsellor, it's an honor and I apologize for my thoughts." She smiles at that.
"It's okay Adam, this is a pretty unusual circumstance and they were mostly harmless...I'm flattered actually." Oh? I stumble over.
"Would you like to sit down?" I gesture to the couch. Keep it together you dolt!!
"I take it that a decision has been made about me?" She sits down and I prepare myself for whatever answer she gives.
"Yes. We discussed what you revealed to us...as well as the pitch you made us regarding giving your help, and we decided that you should remain on board with us---Commander Riker even suggested making you a special consultant. However the final decision is Starfleet's and the Captain is waiting to hear back from Admiral Shanthi, who is currently reading our report on you. It will be up to her what your fate is." I exhale
"You're nervous." she says obviously
"Yeah. I'd rather remain on the Enterprise, it's the most familiar place that I know in this reality, but I'm willing to do whatever Starfleet decides as well. Not that I have much choice."
"How are you feeling? This all must be very overwhelming for you." Ever the psychologist.
"I honestly don't know how I'm feeling right now. I'm mostly just confused. All of this should be impossible."
"I agree. But don't worry, we'll figure it out, and you'll be okay. " she says
"Thanks, Counsellor. I'm sorry, I didn't offer you anything when you came in, are you thirsty? Hungry?" She chuckles at the state of my table.
"No, but thank you. It seems you've taken advantage of our advanced technology though...and were having a history lesson?" My turn to flash that famous Young grin.
"Yes. I just had started the Archer years of Starfleet...and I might've gone a little overboard on the food...I have a question for you though Counsellor."
"Yes?"
"All of you seem so calm about my reveal...that you are in reality, fictional characters."
"Adam, we're Starfleet Officers. We've trained extensively for situations exactly like yours---seeking out new life, new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before. If we reacted at all contrary to our training and conditioning--THAT would be a deterrent to the training. "
"I guess so."
"I'm sure there will be others who will have issues with this...but then that is where my staff and I come in isn't it?" she says with a smile and I nod.
"Picard to Troi."
"Troi here sir."
"Could you along with Mr. Young report to my ready room. Admiral Shanthi has come to a decision."
"Aye sir, we're on our way." Here we go.
I am escorted to guest quarters by one of Worf's security members. The Enterprise is still undergoing repairs from the Borg attack, a lot of nerves are still on edge, rightfully so...as they are mourning the 18 lost crew or whatever the number was. The quarters are massive, maybe three times the size of my current room at my place back home, and luxurious as fuck. I do have to smirk inwardly though at the outdated late 80's early 90's set decor design, but it adds to the charm of the room. I thank the Ensign, forgot her name already, and look around the room a little bit. My head is still wheeling with why and the how I am in TNG in the first place? This should be impossible...and yet I'm fully awake, at least I think so, I have no plausible explanation for whatever this is....I don't think I'll ever get one. I have a thought.
"Q!!!!!!!!" I roar...but there's no answer. I don't expect one since he was just here and made his point.
"QQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!" I scream even louder but no answer and I give up. I go over to the couch and sit down. I'm in Star Trek The Next Generation. I guess there's only one thing or maybe TWO things I can do until Deanna gets here. I get up and head over to the replicator and crack my knuckles in anticipated glee. I've always wanted to use one of these, as most fans probably do.
"Computer....beef brisket ends, light Carolina BBQ sauce on toasted Texas Toast Bread." It makes it's beep, and does it's whirring sound effect and then just like magic....there it is.
"Computer, a tall cold glass of cola. Coke if you've got it in your banks, one small ice cube, partially chilled." It repeats the process and gives me a glass of coke. I take both and head back to the couch.
"Computer...please begin historical record read out of Earth starting from Earth Year 1992 through to current Stardate." It acknowledges it and I hear Majel read.
About a hour goes by, and I've had myself a nice five course meal---or just five meals---by the time I hear my door chime.
"Come." I say smiling like a nerd.
And she does enter, in all her glory. Lt-Commander Deanna Troi, Ship's Counsellor. Marina Sirtis--and I freeze in position, totally awestruck even at my age. How could I not? It's fucking Marina Sirtis. Deanna Troi---and then I remember...oh shit! Empathic, partially telepathic. She smiles and chuckles at this and I see her blushing a bit despite herself.
"You must be Adam." she says and my heart melts at the sound of my own name from her mouth.
"Uh--yes I am. Counsellor, it's an honor and I apologize for my thoughts." She smiles at that.
"It's okay Adam, this is a pretty unusual circumstance and they were mostly harmless...I'm flattered actually." Oh? I stumble over.
"Would you like to sit down?" I gesture to the couch. Keep it together you dolt!!
"I take it that a decision has been made about me?" She sits down and I prepare myself for whatever answer she gives.
"Yes. We discussed what you revealed to us...as well as the pitch you made us regarding giving your help, and we decided that you should remain on board with us---Commander Riker even suggested making you a special consultant. However the final decision is Starfleet's and the Captain is waiting to hear back from Admiral Shanthi, who is currently reading our report on you. It will be up to her what your fate is." I exhale
"You're nervous." she says obviously
"Yeah. I'd rather remain on the Enterprise, it's the most familiar place that I know in this reality, but I'm willing to do whatever Starfleet decides as well. Not that I have much choice."
"How are you feeling? This all must be very overwhelming for you." Ever the psychologist.
"I honestly don't know how I'm feeling right now. I'm mostly just confused. All of this should be impossible."
"I agree. But don't worry, we'll figure it out, and you'll be okay. " she says
"Thanks, Counsellor. I'm sorry, I didn't offer you anything when you came in, are you thirsty? Hungry?" She chuckles at the state of my table.
"No, but thank you. It seems you've taken advantage of our advanced technology though...and were having a history lesson?" My turn to flash that famous Young grin.
"Yes. I just had started the Archer years of Starfleet...and I might've gone a little overboard on the food...I have a question for you though Counsellor."
"Yes?"
"All of you seem so calm about my reveal...that you are in reality, fictional characters."
"Adam, we're Starfleet Officers. We've trained extensively for situations exactly like yours---seeking out new life, new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before. If we reacted at all contrary to our training and conditioning--THAT would be a deterrent to the training. "
"I guess so."
"I'm sure there will be others who will have issues with this...but then that is where my staff and I come in isn't it?" she says with a smile and I nod.
"Picard to Troi."
"Troi here sir."
"Could you along with Mr. Young report to my ready room. Admiral Shanthi has come to a decision."
"Aye sir, we're on our way." Here we go.
Chapter Three: Shanthi
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I am escorted to Captain Picard's ready room and enter hearing the famous woosh as the doors slide open. That sound effect will never not get old.
Captain Picard is sitting at his desk and turns his lap top monitor around to face me. On the screen is Admiral Shanthi, who is the Starfleet Commander-in-Chief of this era (having followed the retirement of Admiral Satie) a couple of years earlier.
"First of all Mr. Young, I would like to formally welcome you to the 24th Century. This must be a confusing, and overwhelming experience for you. We do not understand how it is possible that you have entered our reality. There are no records of anything like this occurring in our reality, as no doubt I'm sure from yours. Secondly as we speak, less than a dozen people are aware of your presence in our reality. This of course includes the Federation President, members of my cabinet, and a couple of Councilor's from the Council. We would like knowledge of your presence to be as limited as possible, however are aware the longer you are here, that remains difficult to contain.
I have considered what Captain Picard recommended...however we have an alternative proposal for you."
"You want me to come to Earth for study."
"Yes. We realize how that must sound to you, but I want to assure you that you will be treated as a honored guest. No harm will come to you. You will be given the finest VIP quarters we have to offer at HQ."
They are afraid of me. Or the very least, think I'm a security risk. I'm overweight and have a club foot...I'm no threat to anyone.
"I admit, the idea of being poked, prodded, and questioned for who knows how long isn't exactly thrilling to me...but I know most of you, I trust you. I understand that you want to try and figure out why I'm here, etc."
"That's right. After the testing is concluded, we can discuss your future."
I glance at Captain Picard but he gives me no reaction. My head is still whirling away with thousands of thoughts. Why am I here? How is this EVEN possible? I don't have any choice but to accept this...offer.
"All right, Admiral I am at your disposal."
"Excellent. The USS Hood will rendezvous with you in two days. I look forward to meeting you in person. Shanthi out."
The communication ends and I twist the monitor back around to Picard.
"Well that settles that then. I suppose I'd better prepare myself for Captain DeSoto's arrival. "
Picard stands up and nods, tugs his uniform bottom. HE DID THE THING!
"They are afraid of me." I say to him
"They don't know you...this is a very unusual circumstance. They want to make sure that--"
"I'm not a threat. Believe me, sir, I understand that. It's amusing to me, but I understand."
"What will you do?" Picard asks
"The only thing I can do...follow orders." I smile and he nods
"Very good Mr. Young, you're dismissed."
I nod and get up to leave. I have no clue why I am here at all. This should be impossible.
Author's Note: A lot of these early chapters were short and sweet. Mostly for set up purposes. The first I'd say five or six chapters are set up before SI Adam returns to the Enterprise at the start of Season 3.
I am escorted to Captain Picard's ready room and enter hearing the famous woosh as the doors slide open. That sound effect will never not get old.
Captain Picard is sitting at his desk and turns his lap top monitor around to face me. On the screen is Admiral Shanthi, who is the Starfleet Commander-in-Chief of this era (having followed the retirement of Admiral Satie) a couple of years earlier.
"First of all Mr. Young, I would like to formally welcome you to the 24th Century. This must be a confusing, and overwhelming experience for you. We do not understand how it is possible that you have entered our reality. There are no records of anything like this occurring in our reality, as no doubt I'm sure from yours. Secondly as we speak, less than a dozen people are aware of your presence in our reality. This of course includes the Federation President, members of my cabinet, and a couple of Councilor's from the Council. We would like knowledge of your presence to be as limited as possible, however are aware the longer you are here, that remains difficult to contain.
I have considered what Captain Picard recommended...however we have an alternative proposal for you."
"You want me to come to Earth for study."
"Yes. We realize how that must sound to you, but I want to assure you that you will be treated as a honored guest. No harm will come to you. You will be given the finest VIP quarters we have to offer at HQ."
They are afraid of me. Or the very least, think I'm a security risk. I'm overweight and have a club foot...I'm no threat to anyone.
"I admit, the idea of being poked, prodded, and questioned for who knows how long isn't exactly thrilling to me...but I know most of you, I trust you. I understand that you want to try and figure out why I'm here, etc."
"That's right. After the testing is concluded, we can discuss your future."
I glance at Captain Picard but he gives me no reaction. My head is still whirling away with thousands of thoughts. Why am I here? How is this EVEN possible? I don't have any choice but to accept this...offer.
"All right, Admiral I am at your disposal."
"Excellent. The USS Hood will rendezvous with you in two days. I look forward to meeting you in person. Shanthi out."
The communication ends and I twist the monitor back around to Picard.
"Well that settles that then. I suppose I'd better prepare myself for Captain DeSoto's arrival. "
Picard stands up and nods, tugs his uniform bottom. HE DID THE THING!
"They are afraid of me." I say to him
"They don't know you...this is a very unusual circumstance. They want to make sure that--"
"I'm not a threat. Believe me, sir, I understand that. It's amusing to me, but I understand."
"What will you do?" Picard asks
"The only thing I can do...follow orders." I smile and he nods
"Very good Mr. Young, you're dismissed."
I nod and get up to leave. I have no clue why I am here at all. This should be impossible.
Chapter Four: USS Hood
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It quickly dawns on me that I am aboard an Excelsior-Class starship...being aboard the Enterprise was frankly a bit overwhelming, but never in a million years would I have expected the second starship I would step foot on to be an Excelsior-Class. She maybe old, but she's a beaut. After I beam aboard from the Enterprise, I'm escorted to guest quarters by two security officers. I would have thought given how "top secret" I am that I would have just beamed into the quarters...but they brought me to Transporter Room 3 and allowed me to say goodbye to Counsellor Troi and Captain Picard. Chief O'Brien was at his post. I hope one day that I can return to the ship...but for now, I'm onto the first phase of this weird journey. I still can't believe that I am in the Star Trek universe. How is this possible? I've been racking my brain trying to figure out why I am here, and what MIGHT be going on back home? Are my family and friends freaking out? Am I being treated as a missing persons thing? Is my...timeline...suspended? I don't have the answers...somehow I have been plucked from my reality to this one and it's...REAL? I'm really here. This isn't a story or a dream or anything like that...just thinking about this too much becomes overwhelming.
To my surprise, I get an invitation to dinner from Captain DeSoto...and I graciously accept it. At 19:30 hours I report...having replicated something nice to wear, I feel silly wearing a tux even if the Captain wears his dress uniform. Around 19:10 hours I am picked up by security and escorted to the captain's mess, which was a small little dining area adjacent to the main officer's galley. Waiting for me, wearing a his dress uniform---the second season command uniform with the piping around the shoulders---is Captain Robert DeSoto.
"Mr. Young, welcome aboard the Hood. I'm Captain DeSoto...but then of course, you knew that."
I shake his out stretched hand and it's firm shake. He motions to sit down.
"Aye sir...it's an honor to meet you. Captain Picard sends his regards."
"Yes. I managed a word or two with Jean-Luc while waiting for your transport. So...a reality hopper? I'm not sure
what to call you."
"Most folks call me Adam, sir."
DeSoto chuckles at that as he pulls apart a roll.
"You have a sense of humor, good. That will serve you well, while you continue to adjust to our time. To my knowledge we've never had a recorded incident like you before, they're going to be chomping at the bit at headquarters."
I take a sip of water from the goblet.
"I take it they are already anticipating my arrival...I confess that I'm not thrilled at the aspect of being poked and prodded---and asked a bazillion questions repeatedly despite me giving the best answers that I can."
DeSoto laughs outright this time.
"It sounds like you have had some experience with this?"
"During my club foot surgeries yeah...having to deal with multiple medical students. The attention is fun at first, but it gets tiring REAL fast."
"On the plus side, you'll probably get the finest quarters, and be able to see some of future Earth...that has to count for something."
"I guess. I just...I don't know what I'm doing here if NOT to use my knowledge...I get they want to make sure I'm not dangerous or anything...but I feel useless sitting around Earth for who knows how long."
"I'm still processing the fact that I am a fictional character...to be honest, and trying to figure out how your...knowledge works."
"It's quite simple really. I know things due to them happening on the show---but I am ONLY restricted to things that were said or shown to the audience. I am not god. Far from it."
"So you know me from when...exactly?"
"About a year from now...and no I'm not going to divulge the reason why."
"Probably transporting something..."
"You don't sound like you like your current assignment?"
"Not so much that I dislike it...just occasionally I'd like to have something happen. It's been a while since we've last saw some action...even with Will Riker leaving, I have a great crew, but you get kind of stagnant...content with things...and that's not always a good thing."
"Well...I don't think you'll have to worry about that for very long sir."
"That sounds ominous."
"It is...things are coming. The Borg is just the beginning and I feel like the Fleet is not ready to meet the challenges that are yet to come."
"Maybe, that's why you're here...to help guide us through them."
"I don't know...I feel insignificant, even with this vast knowledge...but maybe you're right. Maybe I'm here to help change things..."
"But not too much I hope." he jokes
I smile. I can see why Jean-Luc Picard likes him so much. I am finding him charming. We are served a Lemon and Chicken soup which has little croutons in it...and it's not replicated. The Hood still carries a full kitchen staff like prior to replicators. This was a special occasion. I'm flattered. We're then brought a seared salmon dish and it is amazing. For desert, a Chocolate Mouse served in a goblet that is perfection. Deanna would be in heaven. Afterwards the two of us talk some more. Afterwards he thanks me for my company and let's me know if I need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.
I spend the rest of the time to Earth in my quarters resting and reading. Then I hear the comm beep.
"Young here."
"We have arrived at Earth, Mr. Young. You are to report to the main transporter room."
"Understood." I believe that was the Hood's first officer. Not sure what her name was, might've been in one of the DC Comics run.
Along with my Starfleet issue duffle bag...which I really don't need but has my original clothes that I arrived inside of it...I head to the transporter room as Captain DeSoto is there to see me off. He shakes my hand.
"Good luck Mr. Young. Remember what I said, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I'm always around."
I smile
"Thank you sir. I'll remember that."
"Energize." he orders and I shimmer from the transporter room and reappear in the open misty air of San Francisco, California in the fall time. I am on Earth...outside Starfleet Headquarters. I'm greeted by a couple of commanders and ops officers and I shake their hands as they bid me to enter HQ. Here we go. I don't know what to expect over the next few weeks...but I'm not expecting anything good as I marvel at the Future.
It quickly dawns on me that I am aboard an Excelsior-Class starship...being aboard the Enterprise was frankly a bit overwhelming, but never in a million years would I have expected the second starship I would step foot on to be an Excelsior-Class. She maybe old, but she's a beaut. After I beam aboard from the Enterprise, I'm escorted to guest quarters by two security officers. I would have thought given how "top secret" I am that I would have just beamed into the quarters...but they brought me to Transporter Room 3 and allowed me to say goodbye to Counsellor Troi and Captain Picard. Chief O'Brien was at his post. I hope one day that I can return to the ship...but for now, I'm onto the first phase of this weird journey. I still can't believe that I am in the Star Trek universe. How is this possible? I've been racking my brain trying to figure out why I am here, and what MIGHT be going on back home? Are my family and friends freaking out? Am I being treated as a missing persons thing? Is my...timeline...suspended? I don't have the answers...somehow I have been plucked from my reality to this one and it's...REAL? I'm really here. This isn't a story or a dream or anything like that...just thinking about this too much becomes overwhelming.
To my surprise, I get an invitation to dinner from Captain DeSoto...and I graciously accept it. At 19:30 hours I report...having replicated something nice to wear, I feel silly wearing a tux even if the Captain wears his dress uniform. Around 19:10 hours I am picked up by security and escorted to the captain's mess, which was a small little dining area adjacent to the main officer's galley. Waiting for me, wearing a his dress uniform---the second season command uniform with the piping around the shoulders---is Captain Robert DeSoto.
"Mr. Young, welcome aboard the Hood. I'm Captain DeSoto...but then of course, you knew that."
I shake his out stretched hand and it's firm shake. He motions to sit down.
"Aye sir...it's an honor to meet you. Captain Picard sends his regards."
"Yes. I managed a word or two with Jean-Luc while waiting for your transport. So...a reality hopper? I'm not sure
what to call you."
"Most folks call me Adam, sir."
DeSoto chuckles at that as he pulls apart a roll.
"You have a sense of humor, good. That will serve you well, while you continue to adjust to our time. To my knowledge we've never had a recorded incident like you before, they're going to be chomping at the bit at headquarters."
I take a sip of water from the goblet.
"I take it they are already anticipating my arrival...I confess that I'm not thrilled at the aspect of being poked and prodded---and asked a bazillion questions repeatedly despite me giving the best answers that I can."
DeSoto laughs outright this time.
"It sounds like you have had some experience with this?"
"During my club foot surgeries yeah...having to deal with multiple medical students. The attention is fun at first, but it gets tiring REAL fast."
"On the plus side, you'll probably get the finest quarters, and be able to see some of future Earth...that has to count for something."
"I guess. I just...I don't know what I'm doing here if NOT to use my knowledge...I get they want to make sure I'm not dangerous or anything...but I feel useless sitting around Earth for who knows how long."
"I'm still processing the fact that I am a fictional character...to be honest, and trying to figure out how your...knowledge works."
"It's quite simple really. I know things due to them happening on the show---but I am ONLY restricted to things that were said or shown to the audience. I am not god. Far from it."
"So you know me from when...exactly?"
"About a year from now...and no I'm not going to divulge the reason why."
"Probably transporting something..."
"You don't sound like you like your current assignment?"
"Not so much that I dislike it...just occasionally I'd like to have something happen. It's been a while since we've last saw some action...even with Will Riker leaving, I have a great crew, but you get kind of stagnant...content with things...and that's not always a good thing."
"Well...I don't think you'll have to worry about that for very long sir."
"That sounds ominous."
"It is...things are coming. The Borg is just the beginning and I feel like the Fleet is not ready to meet the challenges that are yet to come."
"Maybe, that's why you're here...to help guide us through them."
"I don't know...I feel insignificant, even with this vast knowledge...but maybe you're right. Maybe I'm here to help change things..."
"But not too much I hope." he jokes
I smile. I can see why Jean-Luc Picard likes him so much. I am finding him charming. We are served a Lemon and Chicken soup which has little croutons in it...and it's not replicated. The Hood still carries a full kitchen staff like prior to replicators. This was a special occasion. I'm flattered. We're then brought a seared salmon dish and it is amazing. For desert, a Chocolate Mouse served in a goblet that is perfection. Deanna would be in heaven. Afterwards the two of us talk some more. Afterwards he thanks me for my company and let's me know if I need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.
I spend the rest of the time to Earth in my quarters resting and reading. Then I hear the comm beep.
"Young here."
"We have arrived at Earth, Mr. Young. You are to report to the main transporter room."
"Understood." I believe that was the Hood's first officer. Not sure what her name was, might've been in one of the DC Comics run.
Along with my Starfleet issue duffle bag...which I really don't need but has my original clothes that I arrived inside of it...I head to the transporter room as Captain DeSoto is there to see me off. He shakes my hand.
"Good luck Mr. Young. Remember what I said, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I'm always around."
I smile
"Thank you sir. I'll remember that."
"Energize." he orders and I shimmer from the transporter room and reappear in the open misty air of San Francisco, California in the fall time. I am on Earth...outside Starfleet Headquarters. I'm greeted by a couple of commanders and ops officers and I shake their hands as they bid me to enter HQ. Here we go. I don't know what to expect over the next few weeks...but I'm not expecting anything good as I marvel at the Future.
Chapter Five: Blackwell
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The next several weeks are a whirl wind of activity both physical and mental. I am poked, prodded, and damn near interrogated by over a dozen scientists and Starfleet officers who come in a rotating basis it seems. I have very little down time to myself. The doctors also have put me on a physical regime---which I am thankful for. It's time to lose this gut that I've had. Most of my medical ailments from the 21st century of my reality have been cured and dealt with. My club foot remains of course but I take a hypo of painkillers if it flares up. I've started swimming in the HQ swimming pool which is Olympic size. Also started to box which I've always wanted to do in the holodeck, my contact with people is extremely restricted still. I've security escorts everywhere I go...and it is amusing to me. What's a fat slop with a club foot going to really do here? I'm so out of shape that I'd be tackled by security after trying to barely run half a block! I understand their concerns, but this is ridiculous. I'm already getting stir crazy and need something to do other than reading historical books and technical manuals.
My wish is granted in November as I am contacted by Admiral Margaret Blackwell, who is at this time, head of Starfleet Intelligence.
"Greetings Mr. Young. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
"Not at all Admiral, this is a surprise. What can I do for you?"
"I have been discussing your situation with Admiral Shanthi, and she and I agreed that since you've have cleared all your security checks thus far, we might put you to work for us. If you're willing of course."
"What'd you have in mind Admiral?"
"We're of course aware of your...knowledge...and Admiral Shanthi has given us permission to request a threat assessment report from you."
I sit down on the couch and place the towel I had around my neck, beside me.
"Okayyy....what exactly did you have in mind?"
"We know that you possess future knowledge, we're not asking you to violate the Temporal Prime Directive, however we are asking you to assess any direct threats to the Federation--and give your input on them. Anything from the future you DO decide to include will be classified above top secret and kept in confidence between myself and Admrial Shanthi."
I lean back...
"That's a hard ask Admiral."
"I know it is...but from reading your psyche profile, we know that you want to help us. This would be providing us with tremendous assistance."
"Admiral, you realize that I'm neither an analyst or military tactician of any kind right? I'd literally just be giving you my thoughts on various galactic powers?"
"That's precisely what we want from you."
"Okay. You'll have it in a week."
"One more thing Mr. Young, and this one is perhaps the most critical... we have a request of you."
Uh-oh.
"Yes sir?"
"We know you are aware of the Borg that we just were introduced to...we would like in addition to the threat assessment report, a detailed account of the Borg Collective. Anything you add in there will be strictly confidential at the highest levels. You can take as long as you want to to write it, but it needs to be as extensive as it possibly can be without violating any directives."
Damn.
"Understood Admiral. I'll see what I can come up with for you."
"Thank You Mr. Young."
The screen goes blank. I guess I'd better start writing then. Holy shit.
The next several weeks are a whirl wind of activity both physical and mental. I am poked, prodded, and damn near interrogated by over a dozen scientists and Starfleet officers who come in a rotating basis it seems. I have very little down time to myself. The doctors also have put me on a physical regime---which I am thankful for. It's time to lose this gut that I've had. Most of my medical ailments from the 21st century of my reality have been cured and dealt with. My club foot remains of course but I take a hypo of painkillers if it flares up. I've started swimming in the HQ swimming pool which is Olympic size. Also started to box which I've always wanted to do in the holodeck, my contact with people is extremely restricted still. I've security escorts everywhere I go...and it is amusing to me. What's a fat slop with a club foot going to really do here? I'm so out of shape that I'd be tackled by security after trying to barely run half a block! I understand their concerns, but this is ridiculous. I'm already getting stir crazy and need something to do other than reading historical books and technical manuals.
My wish is granted in November as I am contacted by Admiral Margaret Blackwell, who is at this time, head of Starfleet Intelligence.
"Greetings Mr. Young. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
"Not at all Admiral, this is a surprise. What can I do for you?"
"I have been discussing your situation with Admiral Shanthi, and she and I agreed that since you've have cleared all your security checks thus far, we might put you to work for us. If you're willing of course."
"What'd you have in mind Admiral?"
"We're of course aware of your...knowledge...and Admiral Shanthi has given us permission to request a threat assessment report from you."
I sit down on the couch and place the towel I had around my neck, beside me.
"Okayyy....what exactly did you have in mind?"
"We know that you possess future knowledge, we're not asking you to violate the Temporal Prime Directive, however we are asking you to assess any direct threats to the Federation--and give your input on them. Anything from the future you DO decide to include will be classified above top secret and kept in confidence between myself and Admrial Shanthi."
I lean back...
"That's a hard ask Admiral."
"I know it is...but from reading your psyche profile, we know that you want to help us. This would be providing us with tremendous assistance."
"Admiral, you realize that I'm neither an analyst or military tactician of any kind right? I'd literally just be giving you my thoughts on various galactic powers?"
"That's precisely what we want from you."
"Okay. You'll have it in a week."
"One more thing Mr. Young, and this one is perhaps the most critical... we have a request of you."
Uh-oh.
"Yes sir?"
"We know you are aware of the Borg that we just were introduced to...we would like in addition to the threat assessment report, a detailed account of the Borg Collective. Anything you add in there will be strictly confidential at the highest levels. You can take as long as you want to to write it, but it needs to be as extensive as it possibly can be without violating any directives."
Damn.
"Understood Admiral. I'll see what I can come up with for you."
"Thank You Mr. Young."
The screen goes blank. I guess I'd better start writing then. Holy shit.
Chapter Six: Threat Assessment Report
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Threat Assessment Report for Stardate 42856.0 (November 9th 2365)
This threat assessment is designed to be used as a TOOL for Starfleet Command to determine future socio-political relations with these various threats. I am writing this as a kind of guideline or playbook for how to approach these potential threats as well. I am not a tactical person, I am writing these based on my knowledge of these factions from the as requested by the head of Starfleet Intelligence. This is also not a FULL galactic database or anything like that. Anything not mentioned in this report can be requested afterwards if required.
Borg: See separately compiled report. For eyes only of the Commander-In-Chief. (Classified)
Breen: Notoriously protective of their own space, the Breen have launched active raids against powers who have willingly or unwillingly violated their space. Primarily known as space pirates---they will in the near future become more involved in galactic politics as other powers seek their aide as shock troopers. They will be provoked into this action, it is recommended that SI keep a watchful eye or two on them.
Cardassian Union: The Cardassians despite overtures of peace, and a public front of humbleness...are not to be trusted. At all. Under any circumstances. They are liars. The Cardassian's expansionist program in the 24th century is primarily resourced based, but at the expense of the billions of people they've displaced or outright murdered. I won't mix words about what my personal opinion is about the Cardassians, and this doesn't include the ordinary citizens...but is directed at their government and military branches. As Starfleet is aware of, the civilian government, the so called Depta Council has very little power. the Cardassian military dictates policy for the Union---and even they are strong armed by the Obsidian Order who are the TRUE power. The last few years the Cardassian economy has begun to suffer greatly as their war efforts have drained their treasury, and devalued the Lek...the lack of planets and species to conquer has cost them greatly now. We will likely see economic downturn and even recession happen in the next 10 to 15 years if nothing changes. Their occupation of Bajor is largely responsible for this.
I understand that the Prime Directive prevents direct Federation involvement in other worlds affairs, however it is my recommendation that we get involved in the Bajor situation quickly as possible in order to help liberate these poor people---even if it is in a clandestine way. What they suffered at the hands of the Cardassiasns, while the rest of the galaxy has stood by and watched is atrocious. Conflict with the Union despite current diplomatic relations---still projects to war.
Dominion: Our first real spoiler. I'm just going to get into this. There is a stable wormhole located near Bajor that no one has discovered yet. It will be discovered by Starfleet in the year 2369 and this discovery will change everything for the Bajorans as they enter the galactic stage for the first time. This is why I stated above that I believe we should make liberation a priority, instead of sitting back and allowing the situation to resolve itself. It is absolutely paramount that Starfleet discover the wormhole as opposed to the Cardassians. The wormhole leads to the Gamma Quadrant, which is controlled by the Founders and their Dominion. The Founders are a race of xenophobic Changelings who have rallied against any "solids" and created an empire they reinforce with their genetically engineered soldiers called Jem'Hadar, and their handlers, the Vorta.
Aside from the Borg, the Dominion will be the Federation's most dire threat. They will threaten the entirety of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. Diplomacy is irrelevant and will falter. They're only interested in conquering our way of life and safety. It is absolutely imperative that we be ready for them. Thus my strongest recommendation. The Fleet needs to be bolstered more than ever before, starship construction increased ten fold from what it is currently. I think I read somewhere right now that Starfleet has less than 500 ships in active service. What? Painfully unprepared for the future. Q in a way was correct recently, he just went about showing his point in his own obnoxious way. We can increase Fleet production without sacrificing our scientific and exploration mandates.
Ferengi Alliance: Current antagonistic relations will cool with the Alliance over the next few years as continued diplomatic and trade missions happen. The Ferengi will come to realize that there is profit to be made with a benign relationship with the Federation, and their previous actions will cease. The recent synthehol exchange will be a huge stepping stone to furthering relations with the Ferengi, as will the rumored upcoming huge Slug-o-Cola deal announcement. There ARE rogue elements within the Alliance, but they are mostly just interested in acquiring wealth as well ,and not considered a galactic threat at all.
Gorn: The Gorn are still aggressively natured towards the Federation and their space should be avoided at all costs, however as long as this is upheld, no further transgressions with them should occur. The settlement at Cestus III will in fact thrive over the next few decades.
Klingon Empire: The Klingon Empire have been our allies since the Khitomer Accords were ratified by both powers in late 2293. However do not think things can't change depending on the ever changing scope of galactic politics...not to mention their own internal political situation. Chancellor K'empec is in the process of dying. This will come to light in the next year--it is being kept private for obvious reasons. The balance of power within the Empire is also changing as various noble houses are vying to succeed him and claim the Throne for themselves. A civil war is pending. We can not interfere or intervene but what if external forces are responsible for disrupting their political situation in an attempt to wedge the Federation and the Empire apart from each other? This is a situation that will need to be addressed promptly. I recommend low key surveillance until that happens.
The Maquis: So-called Freedom fighter group consisting of like minded individuals that stem out of the situation with the Cardassians. This group can be avoided, depending on how the Federation Council decides to proceed with the Cardassian Union.
Orion Syndicate: The Syndicate are criminals that need to be policed and kept in check. Attempted power coups---assassination attempts, sentient species trafficking, all need to be monitored by Starfleet Intelligence and Security and dealt with. They may prove to be an issue if external forces attempt to seek their aide in sheltering or providing illegal weapons to them. However they remain an oddity rather than a galactic problem. Shady.
Romulan Star Empire: They're back, and in a major way despite not having any activity since their reappearance in December of 2364. The Romulans WILL be active in the near future. Their intentions as always...are the same with us. It is a frustrating thing to watch as an outsider---because they COULD become a great ally, as the Klingons have been, if they could only get over their own mistrust of us. However that is not their only problem. The Romulans are a great conundrum. Isolationist, yet expansionist depending on the regime. Their power politics will be their own undoing, no one else will need to lift a finger. They will implode upon themselves if they continue their violent transgressions. The Romluans have too many internal elements that are vying for supreme power. The Praetorship. The Military. The Tal Shiar...it is a dangerous balancing act, all three of them play...and to the detriment of their people.
IF they are not currently, they will be in the near future involved in several plots to destabilize relations with the Klingon Empire, and generally disrupt the Federation. Starfleet is able to repel their various schemes.
Tholian Assembly: Content to sit and watch as events transpire, they're not an immediate concern. It is even possible to establish diplomatic relations with them...understanding their fears and concerns is key. Communication ESPECIALLY with the Assembly is key as body language is a prominent factor in how they communicate with others.
Tzenkethi Coalition: Relations with the Coalition have cooled recently, I do not expect any flare ups to occur. However the Dominion will make an attempt in the year 2374 to insight an incident between us. I recommend frequent diplomatic overtures with them.
Section 31: This is like the Dominion, another sensitive subject as I do not know within Starfleet Command's upper hierarchy who actually is aware of them or not so I proceed with assuming they are not known. Section 31 is a secretive organization that has been operating on it's own since the formation of the Federation. They use Starfleet's charter as a means to operate. They claim to have the Federation's best interests at heart, and repel any and all threats to it---by any means necessary. It is my intention to form a counter network with the goal to bringing them down once and for all.
Son'a: I recommend to avoid contact with this group. Narcisscistic and militaristic tendencies drive these people. Interested in obtaining precious metals and wealth, they are what perhaps the Ferengi if the Alliance chose to become warlike instead of simply making profit. Their genetic engineering process over the centuries has caused recent degeneration, they are unable to maintain their form without the use of "metaphasic radiation" gained from the rings of the Bak'u homeworld.
Warhawk Faction: Operating in shadow for several decades, some conspiracy theorists speculate that they are actually part of Section 31 or rogue elements of Starfleet Security or Intelligence. They are not. They are simply a likeminded group of high ranking officers who believe that the Federation should be involved in endless war fare. Every generation or so they emerge to the surface and make noise---Admiral Cartright was part of a group who was involved in attempting to undermine the talks with the Klingons to incite war. I do not have any knowledge of current people within this faction. IT is my hope, like with Section 31, to put together a network to eventually take them down for good.
This concludes my threat assessment report.
Author's Note: There COULD be in the coming weeks a more comprehensive version of this...but for now this is the original that I wrote.
Threat Assessment Report for Stardate 42856.0 (November 9th 2365)
This threat assessment is designed to be used as a TOOL for Starfleet Command to determine future socio-political relations with these various threats. I am writing this as a kind of guideline or playbook for how to approach these potential threats as well. I am not a tactical person, I am writing these based on my knowledge of these factions from the as requested by the head of Starfleet Intelligence. This is also not a FULL galactic database or anything like that. Anything not mentioned in this report can be requested afterwards if required.
Borg: See separately compiled report. For eyes only of the Commander-In-Chief. (Classified)
Breen: Notoriously protective of their own space, the Breen have launched active raids against powers who have willingly or unwillingly violated their space. Primarily known as space pirates---they will in the near future become more involved in galactic politics as other powers seek their aide as shock troopers. They will be provoked into this action, it is recommended that SI keep a watchful eye or two on them.
Cardassian Union: The Cardassians despite overtures of peace, and a public front of humbleness...are not to be trusted. At all. Under any circumstances. They are liars. The Cardassian's expansionist program in the 24th century is primarily resourced based, but at the expense of the billions of people they've displaced or outright murdered. I won't mix words about what my personal opinion is about the Cardassians, and this doesn't include the ordinary citizens...but is directed at their government and military branches. As Starfleet is aware of, the civilian government, the so called Depta Council has very little power. the Cardassian military dictates policy for the Union---and even they are strong armed by the Obsidian Order who are the TRUE power. The last few years the Cardassian economy has begun to suffer greatly as their war efforts have drained their treasury, and devalued the Lek...the lack of planets and species to conquer has cost them greatly now. We will likely see economic downturn and even recession happen in the next 10 to 15 years if nothing changes. Their occupation of Bajor is largely responsible for this.
I understand that the Prime Directive prevents direct Federation involvement in other worlds affairs, however it is my recommendation that we get involved in the Bajor situation quickly as possible in order to help liberate these poor people---even if it is in a clandestine way. What they suffered at the hands of the Cardassiasns, while the rest of the galaxy has stood by and watched is atrocious. Conflict with the Union despite current diplomatic relations---still projects to war.
Dominion: Our first real spoiler. I'm just going to get into this. There is a stable wormhole located near Bajor that no one has discovered yet. It will be discovered by Starfleet in the year 2369 and this discovery will change everything for the Bajorans as they enter the galactic stage for the first time. This is why I stated above that I believe we should make liberation a priority, instead of sitting back and allowing the situation to resolve itself. It is absolutely paramount that Starfleet discover the wormhole as opposed to the Cardassians. The wormhole leads to the Gamma Quadrant, which is controlled by the Founders and their Dominion. The Founders are a race of xenophobic Changelings who have rallied against any "solids" and created an empire they reinforce with their genetically engineered soldiers called Jem'Hadar, and their handlers, the Vorta.
Aside from the Borg, the Dominion will be the Federation's most dire threat. They will threaten the entirety of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. Diplomacy is irrelevant and will falter. They're only interested in conquering our way of life and safety. It is absolutely imperative that we be ready for them. Thus my strongest recommendation. The Fleet needs to be bolstered more than ever before, starship construction increased ten fold from what it is currently. I think I read somewhere right now that Starfleet has less than 500 ships in active service. What? Painfully unprepared for the future. Q in a way was correct recently, he just went about showing his point in his own obnoxious way. We can increase Fleet production without sacrificing our scientific and exploration mandates.
Ferengi Alliance: Current antagonistic relations will cool with the Alliance over the next few years as continued diplomatic and trade missions happen. The Ferengi will come to realize that there is profit to be made with a benign relationship with the Federation, and their previous actions will cease. The recent synthehol exchange will be a huge stepping stone to furthering relations with the Ferengi, as will the rumored upcoming huge Slug-o-Cola deal announcement. There ARE rogue elements within the Alliance, but they are mostly just interested in acquiring wealth as well ,and not considered a galactic threat at all.
Gorn: The Gorn are still aggressively natured towards the Federation and their space should be avoided at all costs, however as long as this is upheld, no further transgressions with them should occur. The settlement at Cestus III will in fact thrive over the next few decades.
Klingon Empire: The Klingon Empire have been our allies since the Khitomer Accords were ratified by both powers in late 2293. However do not think things can't change depending on the ever changing scope of galactic politics...not to mention their own internal political situation. Chancellor K'empec is in the process of dying. This will come to light in the next year--it is being kept private for obvious reasons. The balance of power within the Empire is also changing as various noble houses are vying to succeed him and claim the Throne for themselves. A civil war is pending. We can not interfere or intervene but what if external forces are responsible for disrupting their political situation in an attempt to wedge the Federation and the Empire apart from each other? This is a situation that will need to be addressed promptly. I recommend low key surveillance until that happens.
The Maquis: So-called Freedom fighter group consisting of like minded individuals that stem out of the situation with the Cardassians. This group can be avoided, depending on how the Federation Council decides to proceed with the Cardassian Union.
Orion Syndicate: The Syndicate are criminals that need to be policed and kept in check. Attempted power coups---assassination attempts, sentient species trafficking, all need to be monitored by Starfleet Intelligence and Security and dealt with. They may prove to be an issue if external forces attempt to seek their aide in sheltering or providing illegal weapons to them. However they remain an oddity rather than a galactic problem. Shady.
Romulan Star Empire: They're back, and in a major way despite not having any activity since their reappearance in December of 2364. The Romulans WILL be active in the near future. Their intentions as always...are the same with us. It is a frustrating thing to watch as an outsider---because they COULD become a great ally, as the Klingons have been, if they could only get over their own mistrust of us. However that is not their only problem. The Romulans are a great conundrum. Isolationist, yet expansionist depending on the regime. Their power politics will be their own undoing, no one else will need to lift a finger. They will implode upon themselves if they continue their violent transgressions. The Romluans have too many internal elements that are vying for supreme power. The Praetorship. The Military. The Tal Shiar...it is a dangerous balancing act, all three of them play...and to the detriment of their people.
IF they are not currently, they will be in the near future involved in several plots to destabilize relations with the Klingon Empire, and generally disrupt the Federation. Starfleet is able to repel their various schemes.
Tholian Assembly: Content to sit and watch as events transpire, they're not an immediate concern. It is even possible to establish diplomatic relations with them...understanding their fears and concerns is key. Communication ESPECIALLY with the Assembly is key as body language is a prominent factor in how they communicate with others.
Tzenkethi Coalition: Relations with the Coalition have cooled recently, I do not expect any flare ups to occur. However the Dominion will make an attempt in the year 2374 to insight an incident between us. I recommend frequent diplomatic overtures with them.
Section 31: This is like the Dominion, another sensitive subject as I do not know within Starfleet Command's upper hierarchy who actually is aware of them or not so I proceed with assuming they are not known. Section 31 is a secretive organization that has been operating on it's own since the formation of the Federation. They use Starfleet's charter as a means to operate. They claim to have the Federation's best interests at heart, and repel any and all threats to it---by any means necessary. It is my intention to form a counter network with the goal to bringing them down once and for all.
Son'a: I recommend to avoid contact with this group. Narcisscistic and militaristic tendencies drive these people. Interested in obtaining precious metals and wealth, they are what perhaps the Ferengi if the Alliance chose to become warlike instead of simply making profit. Their genetic engineering process over the centuries has caused recent degeneration, they are unable to maintain their form without the use of "metaphasic radiation" gained from the rings of the Bak'u homeworld.
Warhawk Faction: Operating in shadow for several decades, some conspiracy theorists speculate that they are actually part of Section 31 or rogue elements of Starfleet Security or Intelligence. They are not. They are simply a likeminded group of high ranking officers who believe that the Federation should be involved in endless war fare. Every generation or so they emerge to the surface and make noise---Admiral Cartright was part of a group who was involved in attempting to undermine the talks with the Klingons to incite war. I do not have any knowledge of current people within this faction. IT is my hope, like with Section 31, to put together a network to eventually take them down for good.
This concludes my threat assessment report.
Chapter Seven: Admiral Hanson
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I report about a half hour early to Admiral Hanson's office and with 15 minutes left to wait---the secretary tells me that I can go in. I am wearing replicated casual early 21st century attire...in this case blue shorts, and a designer tee. Even fall in San Francisco---the weather is warm thanks to the control systems implemented. I enter the office and Admiral Hanson looks up from his monitor.
"Ah...Mr. Young. Welcome. Sit down please. Your promptness is noted and appreciated."
"Aye sir."
He presses a button and behind him I see the large screen display a Borg drone twirling around along with schematics and indicator lines stemming from it. He taps off his monitor and shuts the top .
"I had a chance to read your psyche report the other day. You've been through a great deal in a short period of time. How are you handling all of this?"
"I'm still in awe that I'm even here. It is like a literal dream, but I've been assured many times now that this is actually reality and happening. I'm adjusting as best I can."
"I'd imagine that suddenly being in one of your favourite shows, and interacting with some of your heroes...has been overwhelming?"
I chuckle.
"That's what Counsellor Xing said in our first session. Yes...it's been absolutely strange and overwhelming. I don't know why or how that I'm here...no one does yet. I've already talked to some of the best minds in the Federation---and they're baffled that I am here. I guess I just power through things like I always do."
"Yes. It has impressed all the shrinks, and quite frankly Admiral Shanthi and Admiral Blackwell. Which is why you're in MY office this morning."
"Yes sir, you are wanting me to join the task force to come up with a solution to stop the Borg."
"That's correct. Your profile states that you excel---like most sentient life---when presented with a challenge to over come. Or to have some kind of task to focus on. You stagnant when you are left to your own device..."
"Yes sir."
"I read your report on the Borg. It was rather impressive for someone claiming to be not technically inclined...the information you provided was extensive and thought provoking, but not as much as your chief recommendation for how to deal with them. You are absolutely certain that this...virus is the only way to stop them?"
"Yes sir, The Borg will be relentless in their continued pursuit of us. This initial first contact will give them a taste...when they come and we repel them, it will stir something in them that they've never experienced before with a species. Obsession. Our defiance, our RESISTANCE will be an affront to them so strong, they will hound us for decades. We resist and repel them so much that it creates a frenzy within the Hive Mind...the Queen herself will never admit it but becomes obsessed with assimilating us. Humanity's defiance creates a ripple effect of sorts---and while that's all good and well---I'd rather avoid the vast amount of lives this will cost altogether if I can help it. The virus is the only way to do it."
"Genocide is an option I don't condone at all...I would prefer a more benign solution to this problem, but there doesn't appear to be. Or I assume you would have mentioned it in your report?"
"I would have sir yes."
"The virus is a topological anomaly according to the dialogue that you cite in your report...Lt-Commander Data's considerable computing skills are what makes this such an effective tool. It is possible that Advanced Research and Development combined with cybernetics could duplicate what he can do...but there's no way to be sure that it would have the same success rate as with Data's programming."
"We could model it. I'm sure the super computers of this era have the capability of coming up with something similar, if not the exact design that Data and LaForge come up with. This is what I want you to work on with Shelby. Model the virus...see what kind of success rate you can get it out of it and if it is an acceptable rate--I'll take it to the Admiralty."
"Aye sir, I do have two requests. One is more of a question."
"Go on..."
"While my current quarters are more than adequate, I was wondering if it were possible if I could move into more...suitable quarters?"
"What did you have in mind Mr. Young?"
"I was thinking about Admiral Kirk's apartment."
This gets a chuckle from Hanson.
"I was not expecting to hear that from you. If I recall correctly, Kirk's old apartment on the harbour was turned into a museum briefly...I will have to speak to Starfleet Housing to see what it's current status is, but I think something can be managed on that front.
"Very good. I will look into the apartment for you...you will report to Lt. Shelby tomorrow morning at 08:00 hours. Dismissed."
I nod and turn around to leave. I still can't believe this is happening.
I report about a half hour early to Admiral Hanson's office and with 15 minutes left to wait---the secretary tells me that I can go in. I am wearing replicated casual early 21st century attire...in this case blue shorts, and a designer tee. Even fall in San Francisco---the weather is warm thanks to the control systems implemented. I enter the office and Admiral Hanson looks up from his monitor.
"Ah...Mr. Young. Welcome. Sit down please. Your promptness is noted and appreciated."
"Aye sir."
He presses a button and behind him I see the large screen display a Borg drone twirling around along with schematics and indicator lines stemming from it. He taps off his monitor and shuts the top .
"I had a chance to read your psyche report the other day. You've been through a great deal in a short period of time. How are you handling all of this?"
"I'm still in awe that I'm even here. It is like a literal dream, but I've been assured many times now that this is actually reality and happening. I'm adjusting as best I can."
"I'd imagine that suddenly being in one of your favourite shows, and interacting with some of your heroes...has been overwhelming?"
I chuckle.
"That's what Counsellor Xing said in our first session. Yes...it's been absolutely strange and overwhelming. I don't know why or how that I'm here...no one does yet. I've already talked to some of the best minds in the Federation---and they're baffled that I am here. I guess I just power through things like I always do."
"Yes. It has impressed all the shrinks, and quite frankly Admiral Shanthi and Admiral Blackwell. Which is why you're in MY office this morning."
"Yes sir, you are wanting me to join the task force to come up with a solution to stop the Borg."
"That's correct. Your profile states that you excel---like most sentient life---when presented with a challenge to over come. Or to have some kind of task to focus on. You stagnant when you are left to your own device..."
"Yes sir."
"I read your report on the Borg. It was rather impressive for someone claiming to be not technically inclined...the information you provided was extensive and thought provoking, but not as much as your chief recommendation for how to deal with them. You are absolutely certain that this...virus is the only way to stop them?"
"Yes sir, The Borg will be relentless in their continued pursuit of us. This initial first contact will give them a taste...when they come and we repel them, it will stir something in them that they've never experienced before with a species. Obsession. Our defiance, our RESISTANCE will be an affront to them so strong, they will hound us for decades. We resist and repel them so much that it creates a frenzy within the Hive Mind...the Queen herself will never admit it but becomes obsessed with assimilating us. Humanity's defiance creates a ripple effect of sorts---and while that's all good and well---I'd rather avoid the vast amount of lives this will cost altogether if I can help it. The virus is the only way to do it."
"Genocide is an option I don't condone at all...I would prefer a more benign solution to this problem, but there doesn't appear to be. Or I assume you would have mentioned it in your report?"
"I would have sir yes."
"The virus is a topological anomaly according to the dialogue that you cite in your report...Lt-Commander Data's considerable computing skills are what makes this such an effective tool. It is possible that Advanced Research and Development combined with cybernetics could duplicate what he can do...but there's no way to be sure that it would have the same success rate as with Data's programming."
"We could model it. I'm sure the super computers of this era have the capability of coming up with something similar, if not the exact design that Data and LaForge come up with. This is what I want you to work on with Shelby. Model the virus...see what kind of success rate you can get it out of it and if it is an acceptable rate--I'll take it to the Admiralty."
"Aye sir, I do have two requests. One is more of a question."
"Go on..."
"While my current quarters are more than adequate, I was wondering if it were possible if I could move into more...suitable quarters?"
"What did you have in mind Mr. Young?"
"I was thinking about Admiral Kirk's apartment."
This gets a chuckle from Hanson.
"I was not expecting to hear that from you. If I recall correctly, Kirk's old apartment on the harbour was turned into a museum briefly...I will have to speak to Starfleet Housing to see what it's current status is, but I think something can be managed on that front.
"Very good. I will look into the apartment for you...you will report to Lt. Shelby tomorrow morning at 08:00 hours. Dismissed."
I nod and turn around to leave. I still can't believe this is happening.
Chapter Nine: Shelby
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Over the course of the next two weeks, I am introduced to the members of Shelby's twelve person team. Experts from various different Starfleet operations, etc. As Admiral Hanson mentioned, I don't have the specifics of Data and Geordi's coding...so we do our best to create a topological anomaly from scratch. We have some very talented people on this team---should have expected nothing but the best from Shelby. The initial results are promising. The virus introduced via drone wipes out approximately 75 percent of the Collective. The Borg attempt to counter it but since it is self-replicating---each attempt to assimilate it--further affects the collective. Shelby's not satisfied though.
"The problem is the Queen's coding continues to resist it. Since we know next to nothing about how her program works...she's able to somehow still protect herself and a small fraction of drones."
We've been working together late this week. Staying well after hours while the others have left.
"75 percent of the collective along with all six known transwarp hubs is pretty damn good Lieutenant."
"Not good enough, Adam."
I grin.
"That's the first time you've called me by my name Lieutenant."
"Is it? I'm sorry, must be tired."
"Computer, what is the time?"
"It is 22:45 hours."
"14 hour day. Are you hungry at all? I'm starving."
Shelby who has been leaning over the console for an undetermined amount of time, while I've been sitting, turns around to face me and smirks. It is this moment where I realize that she's damn hot...
"Are you buying, Mr. Young" she asks
I stretch while getting up out of my chair.
"I don't have any credits unfortunately---I've only been eating and drinking from the replicator since I got here."
Shelby's face drops with genuine shock.
"You mean you've gone nearly two months without eating any real food?"
"Yeppers."
She puts her PAAD down and takes my hand.
"We're gonna change that right now, let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"We are going to Tokyo."
"What's in Tokyo?"
"You'll see."
We head to the main transport pad and beam over to Tokyo. They're 9 hours ahead of us so while it is dark and mostly quiet in San Francisco...it is currently 7 in the morning in Tokyo and the city is bustling already. It is breakfast time here but we head to a Waygu Teppanyaki place which brings a smile to myself. I've always wanted to go to one...I'm killing two birds with one stone as I've always also wanted to visit Japan. We walk into into a huge modern building and are greeted by an elderly woman. Shelby and her exchange words in Japanese and we're escorted to a booth seat.
"I used to eat here during the weekends, while at the Academy. The owners have known me ever since."
"You've picked up the language?"
"Coming here so much, I fell in love with the city, then decided to explore the island more on my days off. My first posting was at Daystrom."
"I didn't know that."
"Ahhhh, so you're not god."
"Far from it."
"You're a fascinating person Adam. I'm sure you've heard this before, but you must be still dealing with how...strange this all must be to you. A month ago you were in a different reality, doing whatever it is you do, and then bam...you're suddenly in one of your favourite shows, interacting with people you've seen on a screen."
"Yeah, it's been a bit of a roller coaster ride for sure. The shrinks must've had a field day with you."
"Oh I think they were giddy when they got a hold of me for sure. Counsellor Xing though was a blessing in disguise. Our sessions have been productive. I can't believe that I'm here though, I suspect that I'm going to feel like this for a while longer."
"More than likely. I've been impressed that you've worked so well with us. For a civilian you've kept up with us. You didn't strike me as a scientist when I first saw you."
"Yeah I get that. I'm a big nerd so some of the technological terms were familiar with me. I've seen the screens and know LCARS...but in reality I just barely grasp most of what is said. The practical application of it--still is beyond me. Although I've started reading technical manuals. If I'm taught, I learn pretty fast."
"I look forward to putting that to test..."
"I'm sure you will. As I'm sure you were briefed on before they sent you to recruit me, but I only know things about people that were shown on screen, or considered at least loosely canon in the books. It also depends on the person or how fleshed out they were by the writers. You're an open book to me."
"I've been called a lot of things, by a lot of people, but never an open book. What were your expectations of me?"
"An ambitious, career driven, hard ass. I'm glad to see that I was partially correct." Elizabeth laughs. It's a hearty laugh.
"I am assuming that they never showed my...softer side. Or to put it in other words, ME."
"Not really. The only downtime we see you have is a poker game." I need to be careful. I'm going to let slip some major spoilers. she chuckles at that.
"Playing with the senior staff no doubt. Did I win?"
"I believe you did, yes."
"That's good. Ah here it is. You're going to love this."
Even the veggies are cooked to perfection. Diced and grilled perfectly with a minimal amount of seasoning just for flavor. The Waygu beef is literally like butter, melting almost as soon as I attempt to bite it. No effort needed. It is absolutely like heaven.
"This is fucking the best steak I've ever had."
"Every person in the world should have an experience like this."
"What about vegans?"
"They're missing out."
"Not having any wasabi?"
"I can't handle the spice. My stomach is weak."
"They can give you a hypo for that."
"No thanks. I've never liked wasabi anyways."
"That's too bad." she says a little cheeky
A thought then enters my head that I never expected. I am considering doing normally that i wouldn't do. I'm literally in a new fresh situation. Risk is our business as Kirk said.
"So uh, thank you for dinner, this was amazing. I've always wanted to experience teppanyaki, and Japan."
"You're welcome...what are you doing when we get back?" she surprises me by asking
"Probably sleeping. What did you have in mind?"
After desert which is a slightly melted vanilla ice cream drizzled with mango sauce and is NEARLY as delicious as the main course was, we transport back to Elizabeth's apartment and she grabs me hard and begins to strip off my clothes. I reach around her neck and unzip her uniform, we kiss a couple of times, and she pulls down my shorts and proceeds to go down ah that...area....oh boy.
Over the course of the next two weeks, I am introduced to the members of Shelby's twelve person team. Experts from various different Starfleet operations, etc. As Admiral Hanson mentioned, I don't have the specifics of Data and Geordi's coding...so we do our best to create a topological anomaly from scratch. We have some very talented people on this team---should have expected nothing but the best from Shelby. The initial results are promising. The virus introduced via drone wipes out approximately 75 percent of the Collective. The Borg attempt to counter it but since it is self-replicating---each attempt to assimilate it--further affects the collective. Shelby's not satisfied though.
"The problem is the Queen's coding continues to resist it. Since we know next to nothing about how her program works...she's able to somehow still protect herself and a small fraction of drones."
We've been working together late this week. Staying well after hours while the others have left.
"75 percent of the collective along with all six known transwarp hubs is pretty damn good Lieutenant."
"Not good enough, Adam."
I grin.
"That's the first time you've called me by my name Lieutenant."
"Is it? I'm sorry, must be tired."
"Computer, what is the time?"
"It is 22:45 hours."
"14 hour day. Are you hungry at all? I'm starving."
Shelby who has been leaning over the console for an undetermined amount of time, while I've been sitting, turns around to face me and smirks. It is this moment where I realize that she's damn hot...
"Are you buying, Mr. Young" she asks
I stretch while getting up out of my chair.
"I don't have any credits unfortunately---I've only been eating and drinking from the replicator since I got here."
Shelby's face drops with genuine shock.
"You mean you've gone nearly two months without eating any real food?"
"Yeppers."
She puts her PAAD down and takes my hand.
"We're gonna change that right now, let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"We are going to Tokyo."
"What's in Tokyo?"
"You'll see."
We head to the main transport pad and beam over to Tokyo. They're 9 hours ahead of us so while it is dark and mostly quiet in San Francisco...it is currently 7 in the morning in Tokyo and the city is bustling already. It is breakfast time here but we head to a Waygu Teppanyaki place which brings a smile to myself. I've always wanted to go to one...I'm killing two birds with one stone as I've always also wanted to visit Japan. We walk into into a huge modern building and are greeted by an elderly woman. Shelby and her exchange words in Japanese and we're escorted to a booth seat.
"I used to eat here during the weekends, while at the Academy. The owners have known me ever since."
"You've picked up the language?"
"Coming here so much, I fell in love with the city, then decided to explore the island more on my days off. My first posting was at Daystrom."
"I didn't know that."
"Ahhhh, so you're not god."
"Far from it."
"You're a fascinating person Adam. I'm sure you've heard this before, but you must be still dealing with how...strange this all must be to you. A month ago you were in a different reality, doing whatever it is you do, and then bam...you're suddenly in one of your favourite shows, interacting with people you've seen on a screen."
"Yeah, it's been a bit of a roller coaster ride for sure. The shrinks must've had a field day with you."
"Oh I think they were giddy when they got a hold of me for sure. Counsellor Xing though was a blessing in disguise. Our sessions have been productive. I can't believe that I'm here though, I suspect that I'm going to feel like this for a while longer."
"More than likely. I've been impressed that you've worked so well with us. For a civilian you've kept up with us. You didn't strike me as a scientist when I first saw you."
"Yeah I get that. I'm a big nerd so some of the technological terms were familiar with me. I've seen the screens and know LCARS...but in reality I just barely grasp most of what is said. The practical application of it--still is beyond me. Although I've started reading technical manuals. If I'm taught, I learn pretty fast."
"I look forward to putting that to test..."
"I'm sure you will. As I'm sure you were briefed on before they sent you to recruit me, but I only know things about people that were shown on screen, or considered at least loosely canon in the books. It also depends on the person or how fleshed out they were by the writers. You're an open book to me."
"I've been called a lot of things, by a lot of people, but never an open book. What were your expectations of me?"
"An ambitious, career driven, hard ass. I'm glad to see that I was partially correct." Elizabeth laughs. It's a hearty laugh.
"I am assuming that they never showed my...softer side. Or to put it in other words, ME."
"Not really. The only downtime we see you have is a poker game." I need to be careful. I'm going to let slip some major spoilers. she chuckles at that.
"Playing with the senior staff no doubt. Did I win?"
"I believe you did, yes."
"That's good. Ah here it is. You're going to love this."
Even the veggies are cooked to perfection. Diced and grilled perfectly with a minimal amount of seasoning just for flavor. The Waygu beef is literally like butter, melting almost as soon as I attempt to bite it. No effort needed. It is absolutely like heaven.
"This is fucking the best steak I've ever had."
"Every person in the world should have an experience like this."
"What about vegans?"
"They're missing out."
"Not having any wasabi?"
"I can't handle the spice. My stomach is weak."
"They can give you a hypo for that."
"No thanks. I've never liked wasabi anyways."
"That's too bad." she says a little cheeky
A thought then enters my head that I never expected. I am considering doing normally that i wouldn't do. I'm literally in a new fresh situation. Risk is our business as Kirk said.
"So uh, thank you for dinner, this was amazing. I've always wanted to experience teppanyaki, and Japan."
"You're welcome...what are you doing when we get back?" she surprises me by asking
"Probably sleeping. What did you have in mind?"
After desert which is a slightly melted vanilla ice cream drizzled with mango sauce and is NEARLY as delicious as the main course was, we transport back to Elizabeth's apartment and she grabs me hard and begins to strip off my clothes. I reach around her neck and unzip her uniform, we kiss a couple of times, and she pulls down my shorts and proceeds to go down ah that...area....oh boy.
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We wake up in the morning, glad it's Saturday and we have the day off, or else we'd be late for the first time. I glance down at Elizabeth and can't believe this is actually happening. She's still here too snuggled under my left arm. I've missed snuggling. She stirs.
"W-what time is it?"
"It's just after 8 in the morning."
She bolts up.
"We're fucking late!" she exclaims and I chuckle
"No we're not. Elizabeth, it's Saturday."
She relaxes then and lays back down as I admire her back. I kiss her and she smiles.
"You haven't had much experience with this...have you?" she asks
I blush.
"Like maybe four or five times."
"I could tell."
"I forgot how blunt you are....so was I?"
"Adequate. I've had worse. What was interesting is that you feign experience...but it was obvious that it's been a while for you. I don't mean to shame you, just an observation."
"I'll take it!"
She giggles.
"Does that mean that there may be more opportunities for me to learn..." kissing her forehead
"Certainly the case....you intrigue me."
"So what is this? What are we doing here?"
"What do you want it to be?" she asks
"I'm content with whatever you are comfortable with frankly. I am totally inexperienced, have never had a full time relationship before, and expect to go back to the Enterprise at some point---not to mention that your singular quest to become a Captain is the driving force in your life, and there's not much room for anything else." She looked pained when I said that and I instantly regret that
"You're right, getting a starship command of my own IS the driving force in my life. I have sacrificed a great deal to get to where I am right now---all top of the line officers do that. That doesn't mean that I haven't enjoyed some dalliances."
"If this is a one of those dalliances I am content with that."
November gives way to December as our team refines the modelling. There are other suggestions made, but none of them will work. Starfleet Command gives final approval to the Defiant program, along with my recommended changes and my suggestion that Benjamin Sisko oversee the project, and Leah Brahms work on the warp engines (no one else I trust more). When questioned about Sisko I simply tell Starfleet that he will become prominent during the Dominion War and this is a chance for Starfleet to have him under their noses. I suggest they have Curzon Dax nudge him in this direction. They want to know how I know about Curzon, and I shake my head and simply say that I know a lot of things. They'll get it in time.
I move into Jim Kirk's old apartment in November. It turns out the speculation about the building being a futuristic version of the skyscraper at 333 Market Place is correct. It is almost exactly 17 minutes walk to the Presidio, obviously quicker if I use the personal transporter that is located outside the building. However the walk is a nice one. When I first saw the place, everything was as I imagined it would be from the movies. Perfectly preserved. I would have thought that maybe Starfleet would have at least taken the weapons collection, but nope---there's the old school revolver. I replicate my own furniture like I did in my quarters at Starfleet. A custom King size bed and have those weird retro couches removed and replaced with more 21st century style arm chairs and couches. I like sitting in big chairs. I kind of hate going to a friends place and they have little itty bitty furniture that I can barely sit in. Not fun.
I have lost almost 18 pounds since my arrival. Starfleet's physical fitness training they put me through has been absolutely exhausting and that's not even for like officers or cadets. They just put me through rigorous exercises and fitness programs---that include running. Hypo's for the pain. I forgot the medication but I've had no side-effects from them nor am I dependent on anything so that's good on both accounts.
Elizabeth and I hide don't hide our...dalliance...we're professional about it and stick to work when we're with the team. We get the model to 95 percent efficiency and decide this is as good as it's gonna get and present it to Admiral Hanson.
Admiral Hanson looks at his screen behind his desk at the data that we've presented him as the model finishing simulating the effects of the virus and he exhales.
"You're still certain this is the only way to defeat them?"
"Yes. It's the only way that will secure the Federation and saves lives."
"Very well. I still do not condone this, but I will arrange a presentation to the Federation Council with you two present. You can make your case to them. I will act as your advocate if needed. Good work both of you. Dismissed."
The two of us head out of the office and head to dinner with the rest of the team where we enjoy a well deserved meal together. It has been rare that all 12 of us have enjoyed down time together. I have a feeling this will be my last time with these people so decide to enjoy myself.
The next day I am on the couch in Elizabeth's apartment dozing when all of a sudden I open my eyes and find her standing in front of me wearing a green swimsuit.
"What do you think?"
"You look amazing. You going for a dip?"
She rolls her eyes.
"For someone as usually hyperaware as you are---you can be a complete dolt at times. Go get your trunks on Mister."
"Oh. Is that an order Lieutenant Shelby?"
"You're being smart with me, so yes it is Mr. Young. On the double."
"Aye sir."
I go quickly change into my swimming trunks and Elizabeth and I go out to a private island resort for the rest of the weekend. It's a much needed little vacation.
"Your kind and honest...and speak your mind. Those are qualities that I appreciate. Very well...dalliance it is."
We wake up in the morning, glad it's Saturday and we have the day off, or else we'd be late for the first time. I glance down at Elizabeth and can't believe this is actually happening. She's still here too snuggled under my left arm. I've missed snuggling. She stirs.
"W-what time is it?"
"It's just after 8 in the morning."
She bolts up.
"We're fucking late!" she exclaims and I chuckle
"No we're not. Elizabeth, it's Saturday."
She relaxes then and lays back down as I admire her back. I kiss her and she smiles.
"You haven't had much experience with this...have you?" she asks
I blush.
"Like maybe four or five times."
"I could tell."
"I forgot how blunt you are....so was I?"
"Adequate. I've had worse. What was interesting is that you feign experience...but it was obvious that it's been a while for you. I don't mean to shame you, just an observation."
"I'll take it!"
She giggles.
"Does that mean that there may be more opportunities for me to learn..." kissing her forehead
"Certainly the case....you intrigue me."
"So what is this? What are we doing here?"
"What do you want it to be?" she asks
"I'm content with whatever you are comfortable with frankly. I am totally inexperienced, have never had a full time relationship before, and expect to go back to the Enterprise at some point---not to mention that your singular quest to become a Captain is the driving force in your life, and there's not much room for anything else." She looked pained when I said that and I instantly regret that
"You're right, getting a starship command of my own IS the driving force in my life. I have sacrificed a great deal to get to where I am right now---all top of the line officers do that. That doesn't mean that I haven't enjoyed some dalliances."
"If this is a one of those dalliances I am content with that."
November gives way to December as our team refines the modelling. There are other suggestions made, but none of them will work. Starfleet Command gives final approval to the Defiant program, along with my recommended changes and my suggestion that Benjamin Sisko oversee the project, and Leah Brahms work on the warp engines (no one else I trust more). When questioned about Sisko I simply tell Starfleet that he will become prominent during the Dominion War and this is a chance for Starfleet to have him under their noses. I suggest they have Curzon Dax nudge him in this direction. They want to know how I know about Curzon, and I shake my head and simply say that I know a lot of things. They'll get it in time.
I move into Jim Kirk's old apartment in November. It turns out the speculation about the building being a futuristic version of the skyscraper at 333 Market Place is correct. It is almost exactly 17 minutes walk to the Presidio, obviously quicker if I use the personal transporter that is located outside the building. However the walk is a nice one. When I first saw the place, everything was as I imagined it would be from the movies. Perfectly preserved. I would have thought that maybe Starfleet would have at least taken the weapons collection, but nope---there's the old school revolver. I replicate my own furniture like I did in my quarters at Starfleet. A custom King size bed and have those weird retro couches removed and replaced with more 21st century style arm chairs and couches. I like sitting in big chairs. I kind of hate going to a friends place and they have little itty bitty furniture that I can barely sit in. Not fun.
I have lost almost 18 pounds since my arrival. Starfleet's physical fitness training they put me through has been absolutely exhausting and that's not even for like officers or cadets. They just put me through rigorous exercises and fitness programs---that include running. Hypo's for the pain. I forgot the medication but I've had no side-effects from them nor am I dependent on anything so that's good on both accounts.
Elizabeth and I hide don't hide our...dalliance...we're professional about it and stick to work when we're with the team. We get the model to 95 percent efficiency and decide this is as good as it's gonna get and present it to Admiral Hanson.
Admiral Hanson looks at his screen behind his desk at the data that we've presented him as the model finishing simulating the effects of the virus and he exhales.
"You're still certain this is the only way to defeat them?"
"Yes. It's the only way that will secure the Federation and saves lives."
"Very well. I still do not condone this, but I will arrange a presentation to the Federation Council with you two present. You can make your case to them. I will act as your advocate if needed. Good work both of you. Dismissed."
The two of us head out of the office and head to dinner with the rest of the team where we enjoy a well deserved meal together. It has been rare that all 12 of us have enjoyed down time together. I have a feeling this will be my last time with these people so decide to enjoy myself.
The next day I am on the couch in Elizabeth's apartment dozing when all of a sudden I open my eyes and find her standing in front of me wearing a green swimsuit.
"What do you think?"
"You look amazing. You going for a dip?"
She rolls her eyes.
"For someone as usually hyperaware as you are---you can be a complete dolt at times. Go get your trunks on Mister."
"Oh. Is that an order Lieutenant Shelby?"
"You're being smart with me, so yes it is Mr. Young. On the double."
"Aye sir."
I go quickly change into my swimming trunks and Elizabeth and I go out to a private island resort for the rest of the weekend. It's a much needed little vacation.
"Your kind and honest...and speak your mind. Those are qualities that I appreciate. Very well...dalliance it is."
Chapter Eleven: The Board
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Author's Note: I know some of you are wondering about certain things. Such as Jim Kirk, and Scotty. Things that SI Adam probably should be telling Starfleet about. I assure you all there is a plan of all of these things, and you'll see it executed in the coming weeks, and months as we go along.
A board consisting of 13 Admiral's---as well as Admiral Shanthi who acts as the tie breaker in any vote---is gathered. Admiral Hanson acts as our advocate. I sit at our table stone faced as I watch these Admirals take in our presentation. This is not something that I ever thought I'd be championing the cause of in the Star Trek'Verse. This actually has been hard on me mentally...but wiping out the Borg, is the only logical and realistic way of stopping them. They are out there right now, assimilating entire worlds. Killing billions in the process. Ending the evolutionary process of entire civilizations ancient and young. No one here yet knows or understands what they are capable of doing...I am realizing that they're going to reject this. I understand the reasons why they will---but it makes me upset.
The presentation lasts a hour. They deliberate for less than ten minutes before unanimously rejecting the proposal. They order the Task Force to come up with alternative solutions to this problem, for this one is unacceptable. I make a bee line for the door and I'm absolutely furious. We don't even make it to the Federation Security Council, let alone Council.
"Three fucking months...wasted. What was the point of anything that we did? Now I know how Jor-El felt!"
"Who?" Elizabeth asks
"Superman's father. In the comics, etc. He presents hard evidence to the Science Council of his planet, that the planet is destroying its self and they should make preparations to leave---but the Council ignores his warnings, and the planet is destroyed. I never thought I'd be in the same shoes...even if our circumstances are different."
"This wasn't a total loss, Mr. Young. Yes, they rejected the virus, we all knew that it was a long shot. However...there is a positive thing from this." Hanson says as I start to calm down.
"What's that sir?"
"It was unspoken, but I basically got my mandate to continue operating the Task Force. The answer is no for now, but given time, and changing circumstances that may change. It also means getting further resources and operational support. They also approved the Defiant Project quicker than I anticipated, largely thanks to your modification suggestions---so not for nothing. You both have done damn good work, as has the entire team. I'm very proud of you both."
"Thank you sir." we say in unison.
"Come on, let's go get something to eat. It's on me."
The three of us head to a nearby restaurant where J.P. regals us with stories of Jean-Luc Picard as well as his youth. He's a fascinating man, I'm going to miss him.
December has arrived and yes, Christmas, is celebrated, as is most other religious holidays, just perhaps not as profound as in our reality---and Christmas is much less material. It is mostly recognized now out of tradition. Elizabeth and I get a tree for the apartment and decorate it together. We're given the rest of the month off. Admiral Hanson calls me in to his office around the second week of December.
"Prompt as always Mr. Young. Please sit down."
"Aye sir."
"First of all I wanted to say that it has been a pleasure working with you. I wasn't sure how you would apply yourself to this...job...but you've come out exceeding my expectations, and handled the troubling material exceptionally well. I meant what I said the other day, I'm extremely proud of you. You've handled the extreme circumstances of your situation better than anyone has anticipated...especially the shrinks. A testament to your will."
"Thank you sir."
"Now to why I called you here. This was always meant to be a temporary assignment, to give you something to do while you went through your tests. Now that those have been completed and Starfleet is satisfied that you pose no threat--I am pleased to report that they have granted you permission to return to the Enterprise---assuming you still want to. I have spoken to Captain Picard, and he has agreed to welcome you back, and Starfleet has approved the transfer already. You'd be going in the new year."
"Thank you sir, I'm not sure what else to say except this has meant a lot to me. I wasn't sure what to expect when I got here until I met you and Elizabeth...you've both eased the adjustment period here for me."
"Starfleet has also chosen to grant you the position of Special Civilian Consultant---I believe that was Commander Riker's suggestion?"
"It was sir. Thank you sir. Are there any restrictions from them?"
"You are to obey both main directives, the Prime and Temporal, follow all the General Orders of course, and they recommend restraint where butterflying is concerned. They understand you will want to pursue your own thing, but recommend against that at all costs. I do as well Mr. Young."
The power to change the universe will always be in the back of my mind. Emperor Young....
"What about my request to begin officer training?"
"Starfleet Command sees fit to leave that up to Captain Picard, Commander Riker, and Counsellor Troi. I suspect that they've no problem with you training to become an officer---and will leave how up to them."
"Thank you sir."
"What is it you say? Good Journey?"
"Aye sir."
"Good Journey Mr. Young. Until we meet again."
Elizabeth is making dinner when I return home. She asks the obvious question and I tell her why I was there, she's happy for me, takes the news well. I can't tell if she's upset or not. She's bloody good at keeping her emotions in check. Not like me.
The month goes by rather quickly and I'm glad for the actual break. As I mentioned before--this last three months has been a whirlwind, whatever adjective you want to use to describe this craziness. We enjoy each other's company, as well as do Christmas shopping.
I learn that the Federation Council has put together a Think Tank consisting of some of the brightest theoretical physicists in the galaxy to come up with a way first---how it is possible that I got here, and secondly, how to get me home. They are based on Vulcan, hosted by the Vulcan Science Institute. Some of them chat with me for insight, and to get to know me, out of pure curiosity. I jokingly call them the 98 Group---since that is how many scientists they're comprised of. My favourite number.
Around December 23rd, Elizabeth asks me if I want to stay with her parents. We've been invited and she knows that I've been feeling--down lately. Not quite lonely, but I've been missing my family and friends. I accept and we head to Baltimore of all places as Brian and Anita Shelby own a place just on the outskirts of town. Elizabeth was born in Lawrence, Kansas, but explains that her parents moved here after Elizabeth graduated from the Academy. We transport just about a block away and walk up to the house, and knock. They answer and welcome us warmly.
"It's been a long time since Elizabeth brought home someone to meet us. It's a pleasure to meet you Adam."
"The pleasure's all mine Mr. Shelby."
"Call me Brian."
"We're really not together Dad."
We're not together are we? I arch my eyebrow. Then grin. Okay Elizabeth. Have it your way then.
"I'm afraid your daughter is correct, we're not together. We're going to need separate sleeping arrangements, if possible."
Elizabeth stops short and glares darts at me. I just smile.
"Oh that's too bad...we can pull out the living room couch for you if you need it. " Anita says
"Mom, Adam's joking around...we're together...just we have an arrangement."
"Friends with benefits?" Brian asks winking at me I blush from the surprise of the comments
"Sort of like that yeah. Look, we'll take the guest room." Elizabeth is blushing now and I take her elbow and we head up the stairs with our bags. This should be an interesting first Christmas in the Star Trek Universe!
Author's Note: I know some of you are wondering about certain things. Such as Jim Kirk, and Scotty. Things that SI Adam probably should be telling Starfleet about. I assure you all there is a plan of all of these things, and you'll see it executed in the coming weeks, and months as we go along.
A board consisting of 13 Admiral's---as well as Admiral Shanthi who acts as the tie breaker in any vote---is gathered. Admiral Hanson acts as our advocate. I sit at our table stone faced as I watch these Admirals take in our presentation. This is not something that I ever thought I'd be championing the cause of in the Star Trek'Verse. This actually has been hard on me mentally...but wiping out the Borg, is the only logical and realistic way of stopping them. They are out there right now, assimilating entire worlds. Killing billions in the process. Ending the evolutionary process of entire civilizations ancient and young. No one here yet knows or understands what they are capable of doing...I am realizing that they're going to reject this. I understand the reasons why they will---but it makes me upset.
The presentation lasts a hour. They deliberate for less than ten minutes before unanimously rejecting the proposal. They order the Task Force to come up with alternative solutions to this problem, for this one is unacceptable. I make a bee line for the door and I'm absolutely furious. We don't even make it to the Federation Security Council, let alone Council.
"Three fucking months...wasted. What was the point of anything that we did? Now I know how Jor-El felt!"
"Who?" Elizabeth asks
"Superman's father. In the comics, etc. He presents hard evidence to the Science Council of his planet, that the planet is destroying its self and they should make preparations to leave---but the Council ignores his warnings, and the planet is destroyed. I never thought I'd be in the same shoes...even if our circumstances are different."
"This wasn't a total loss, Mr. Young. Yes, they rejected the virus, we all knew that it was a long shot. However...there is a positive thing from this." Hanson says as I start to calm down.
"What's that sir?"
"It was unspoken, but I basically got my mandate to continue operating the Task Force. The answer is no for now, but given time, and changing circumstances that may change. It also means getting further resources and operational support. They also approved the Defiant Project quicker than I anticipated, largely thanks to your modification suggestions---so not for nothing. You both have done damn good work, as has the entire team. I'm very proud of you both."
"Thank you sir." we say in unison.
"Come on, let's go get something to eat. It's on me."
The three of us head to a nearby restaurant where J.P. regals us with stories of Jean-Luc Picard as well as his youth. He's a fascinating man, I'm going to miss him.
December has arrived and yes, Christmas, is celebrated, as is most other religious holidays, just perhaps not as profound as in our reality---and Christmas is much less material. It is mostly recognized now out of tradition. Elizabeth and I get a tree for the apartment and decorate it together. We're given the rest of the month off. Admiral Hanson calls me in to his office around the second week of December.
"Prompt as always Mr. Young. Please sit down."
"Aye sir."
"First of all I wanted to say that it has been a pleasure working with you. I wasn't sure how you would apply yourself to this...job...but you've come out exceeding my expectations, and handled the troubling material exceptionally well. I meant what I said the other day, I'm extremely proud of you. You've handled the extreme circumstances of your situation better than anyone has anticipated...especially the shrinks. A testament to your will."
"Thank you sir."
"Now to why I called you here. This was always meant to be a temporary assignment, to give you something to do while you went through your tests. Now that those have been completed and Starfleet is satisfied that you pose no threat--I am pleased to report that they have granted you permission to return to the Enterprise---assuming you still want to. I have spoken to Captain Picard, and he has agreed to welcome you back, and Starfleet has approved the transfer already. You'd be going in the new year."
"Thank you sir, I'm not sure what else to say except this has meant a lot to me. I wasn't sure what to expect when I got here until I met you and Elizabeth...you've both eased the adjustment period here for me."
"Starfleet has also chosen to grant you the position of Special Civilian Consultant---I believe that was Commander Riker's suggestion?"
"It was sir. Thank you sir. Are there any restrictions from them?"
"You are to obey both main directives, the Prime and Temporal, follow all the General Orders of course, and they recommend restraint where butterflying is concerned. They understand you will want to pursue your own thing, but recommend against that at all costs. I do as well Mr. Young."
The power to change the universe will always be in the back of my mind. Emperor Young....
"What about my request to begin officer training?"
"Starfleet Command sees fit to leave that up to Captain Picard, Commander Riker, and Counsellor Troi. I suspect that they've no problem with you training to become an officer---and will leave how up to them."
"Thank you sir."
"What is it you say? Good Journey?"
"Aye sir."
"Good Journey Mr. Young. Until we meet again."
Elizabeth is making dinner when I return home. She asks the obvious question and I tell her why I was there, she's happy for me, takes the news well. I can't tell if she's upset or not. She's bloody good at keeping her emotions in check. Not like me.
The month goes by rather quickly and I'm glad for the actual break. As I mentioned before--this last three months has been a whirlwind, whatever adjective you want to use to describe this craziness. We enjoy each other's company, as well as do Christmas shopping.
I learn that the Federation Council has put together a Think Tank consisting of some of the brightest theoretical physicists in the galaxy to come up with a way first---how it is possible that I got here, and secondly, how to get me home. They are based on Vulcan, hosted by the Vulcan Science Institute. Some of them chat with me for insight, and to get to know me, out of pure curiosity. I jokingly call them the 98 Group---since that is how many scientists they're comprised of. My favourite number.
Around December 23rd, Elizabeth asks me if I want to stay with her parents. We've been invited and she knows that I've been feeling--down lately. Not quite lonely, but I've been missing my family and friends. I accept and we head to Baltimore of all places as Brian and Anita Shelby own a place just on the outskirts of town. Elizabeth was born in Lawrence, Kansas, but explains that her parents moved here after Elizabeth graduated from the Academy. We transport just about a block away and walk up to the house, and knock. They answer and welcome us warmly.
"It's been a long time since Elizabeth brought home someone to meet us. It's a pleasure to meet you Adam."
"The pleasure's all mine Mr. Shelby."
"Call me Brian."
"We're really not together Dad."
We're not together are we? I arch my eyebrow. Then grin. Okay Elizabeth. Have it your way then.
"I'm afraid your daughter is correct, we're not together. We're going to need separate sleeping arrangements, if possible."
Elizabeth stops short and glares darts at me. I just smile.
"Oh that's too bad...we can pull out the living room couch for you if you need it. " Anita says
"Mom, Adam's joking around...we're together...just we have an arrangement."
"Friends with benefits?" Brian asks winking at me I blush from the surprise of the comments
"Sort of like that yeah. Look, we'll take the guest room." Elizabeth is blushing now and I take her elbow and we head up the stairs with our bags. This should be an interesting first Christmas in the Star Trek Universe!
Chapter 12 A Very Merry Trekmas To Me!!!!
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Author's Note: A lot of Elizabeth's world building and character development, such as her parents I believe comes from her entry in Starship Creator. I will be using select beta canon from the books, comics, and games, etc where appropriate. "Brian" is of course though named after the actresses real life father.
Christmas turns out to be absolutely fantastic and Brian and Anita are warm and welcoming. Not typical of parents that I usually interact with, they're almost a hippy like throw back but without the outlandish clothes. Brian actually reminds me of Ultimate Uncle Ben but without the pony tail. I half expected to see Brian Dennehy and Elizabeth Dennehy's mom here, but it is a reminder once more that this is not the show, this is real life. We have a traditional Christmas dinner with mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes. Gravy, they accommodate me and make Yorkshire puddings which I'm grateful for. We exchange presents on Christmas morning as well. We spend Christmas evening with them and then leave on Boxing Day. Elizabeth knows that I want to spend my birthday alone with her at the apartment so we head back there.
The next couple of days before my birthday are quiet. My birthday arrives---it is my 44rd birthday...and the two of us spend it together. I have one of my favourite meals, and Tiramisu for desert. We then spend the rest of the evening together.
While in bed together, Elizabeth gets up and goes to get something. She comes back with a purple covering that has something LONG in it. I sit up in bed.
"What's this?"
"Your birthday present. Happy Birthday Adam."
"I thought you were my birthday present...."
"Oh I'm one of them..."
I take the covering and immediately feel the weight of the gift and smile. I think I know what this is. I unloose the covering to reveal a beautiful hand woven leather scabbard with gold embroidering on it. I see the wire wrapped grip, and brass hilt and pull it out of the scabbard. I'm speechless.
"Elizabeth...this is..."
"You like it?
It is a custom replica of the sword Excalibur from John Boorman's film. Absolutely breathtaking. I'm literally speechless as I hold it aloft. I am also conscience of the fact that I am naked holding a weapon. But I am flabbergasted.
"Absolutely adore it...h-how did you even have time to get this made?"
"If something is important to you, you make the time."
I kiss her head.
"You've read Captain Kirk's autobiography..."
"Required reading at the Academy."
"This is truly beautiful, thank you babe."
I put the blade down and back in its scabbard and Elizabeth and i make love.
We're invited to a Starfleet party on New Year's Eve. I don't want to go but Elizabeth insists as it's our final night together and we should spend it doing something other than being at home. I begrudgingly agree and we show up. Elizabeth is in her dress uniform, newly promoted to Lt-Commander now, and I'm wearing a tux that I had replicated. It's still weird wearing replicated clothing. It feels REAL, the fabric I mean, but the notion that basically most everyone is naked is in the back of my head still. Almost immediately I feel like I wanna go back home, but I suck it up and small chat with folks who approach me. Eventually though I head over to a window and look out at the bay. I brood for a bit until I hear an unexpected, but very familiar voice behind me.
"You must be Adam."
I turn around to see who is speaking, and it's none other than Gates McFadden staring right back at me. I will not ever get tired of this! It is indeed Doctor Beverly Crusher standing in front of me, holding a crystalline goblet filled with white wine.
"Doctor Crusher." I say trying to cover my shock. Of course she'd be here. She's still the head of Starfleet Medical until tomorrow morning.
"I saw you over here and wanted to introduce myself."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor."
"Call me Beverly, I'm off duty. It would seem that my duties as head of Starfleet Medical prevented me from actually meeting you this year."
"I just assumed that all my medical reports went directly to you, and if you had needed to see me directly, you would have called me into your office."
"That's right. My regular duties keep me occupied during the day---so even classified materials don't get my direct attention right away. However when I saw your tests come back in---I was intrigued. It's not every day you come across a reality hopper. I wanted to make time to meet with you but just couldn't."
"I understand believe me. I can't believe you're here."
"I understand you'll be on the transport to the Enterprise with me tomorrow afternoon..."
"That's right."
"I look forward to seeing you there. I'm sure you'll make for some interesting company indeed."
I raise my glass back to her and she saunters away as Elizabeth comes and finds me.
"What was that all about?"
"Doctor Crusher was introducing herself to me. It's kind of astonishing that I hadn't been called in to see her during that first month."
"Blondes and redheads huh?"
"What?"
"You have a type."
"Oh yeah...I guess. I like brunettes too though so I'm not real picky. Have you had a fun evening?"
"I have, but can see that you are not. Do you want to go home? I can think of more engaging ways we can spend our final night together."
"Only if you're done here. I don't want to pry you from your networking."
"I think I'm done. Met a few interesting Admirals...had some intriguing discussions. You're more important to me now...even if we're done after tonight."
I sigh.
"What's wrong?" she asks
"Elizabeth...you have come to mean a great deal to me. You know everything there is to know about me, you've become more than just a lover, you've become my best friend. I agree parting ways is the best for both of us--but I hope that doesn't change anything about our friendship. I'd miss talking with you."
Elizabeth rolls her eyes.
"You really are a dolt sometimes. Before we leave, there's someone you should be introduced to. Try to compose yourself." she states and I arch my eye brow
We move through the main floor and near the bar, entertaining a gathering of people, I see a tall, older man with a shock of white hair. I exhale in anticipation. I didn't expect to see him at all. Elizabeth and I make our way through the gathering and there he is. The Great Man himself.
"Adam Christopher Young...this is..."
"Curzon...." I say informally in almost a whisper.
"Ah Mr. Young I presume. I have been briefed about you, hello Lizzie, it's always good to see you." Curzon says and extends his hand
I grasp it and it is as expected a good, strong grip---but also somehow gentle.
The crowd around him dissipates as it is just the three of us talking now.
"The honor is truly mine, Ambassador." I reply formally
"Too late. You already used my name informally, so it must be Curzon from now on. Come on, hop on the stool and have a drink with me." He says
I'm not at all surprised that Curzon Dax knew Elizabeth Shelby. I look over at her and she smiles and nods. So I oblige the Old Man. For someone who's about to die in a couple of years, Curzon looks as healthy as ever, that magical twinkle in his eye. I look down and he's ordered us whiskey's. Ugh. But since it's Curzon...I'll man up.
"Starfleet Command chose to brief me on you shortly after you gave them you're most interesting threat assessment report. I have seen and experienced a whole lot in my career, Mr. Young, but I think you take the cake! Cheers!" we clink shot glasses and we down them and I visibly react to the whiskey. Nasty ass drink. Dax laughs. It's hearty laugh, but not unpleasant.
"Not a fan of the bourbon?" he asks as I start coughing
"N-n-no. I-I am not." I continue to cough as I answer honestly and Elizabeth rubs my back amused as well
"It is something of an acquired taste. So...you've managed to ruffle some feathers in your short time here. Rattled the cage as they say. Good for you. I like that, you will go far here I think." Curzon says
"Thank you sir." as I continue to cough and ask for a glass of water
"I told you Curzon. You're going to Picard's ship again, the Enterprise?" he asks but he obviously already knows
"Yes. At the end of the week."
"A good ship, and a fine Captain. Perhaps the finest. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. Connections or otherwise." he states
I nod and this starts the rest of the night with a flurry of stories. Elizabeth and I don't stumble back into her quarters until well after 4 in the morning...I'm gonna have such a hangover.
Author's Note: A lot of Elizabeth's world building and character development, such as her parents I believe comes from her entry in Starship Creator. I will be using select beta canon from the books, comics, and games, etc where appropriate. "Brian" is of course though named after the actresses real life father.
Christmas turns out to be absolutely fantastic and Brian and Anita are warm and welcoming. Not typical of parents that I usually interact with, they're almost a hippy like throw back but without the outlandish clothes. Brian actually reminds me of Ultimate Uncle Ben but without the pony tail. I half expected to see Brian Dennehy and Elizabeth Dennehy's mom here, but it is a reminder once more that this is not the show, this is real life. We have a traditional Christmas dinner with mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes. Gravy, they accommodate me and make Yorkshire puddings which I'm grateful for. We exchange presents on Christmas morning as well. We spend Christmas evening with them and then leave on Boxing Day. Elizabeth knows that I want to spend my birthday alone with her at the apartment so we head back there.
The next couple of days before my birthday are quiet. My birthday arrives---it is my 44rd birthday...and the two of us spend it together. I have one of my favourite meals, and Tiramisu for desert. We then spend the rest of the evening together.
While in bed together, Elizabeth gets up and goes to get something. She comes back with a purple covering that has something LONG in it. I sit up in bed.
"What's this?"
"Your birthday present. Happy Birthday Adam."
"I thought you were my birthday present...."
"Oh I'm one of them..."
I take the covering and immediately feel the weight of the gift and smile. I think I know what this is. I unloose the covering to reveal a beautiful hand woven leather scabbard with gold embroidering on it. I see the wire wrapped grip, and brass hilt and pull it out of the scabbard. I'm speechless.
"Elizabeth...this is..."
"You like it?
It is a custom replica of the sword Excalibur from John Boorman's film. Absolutely breathtaking. I'm literally speechless as I hold it aloft. I am also conscience of the fact that I am naked holding a weapon. But I am flabbergasted.
"Absolutely adore it...h-how did you even have time to get this made?"
"If something is important to you, you make the time."
I kiss her head.
"You've read Captain Kirk's autobiography..."
"Required reading at the Academy."
"This is truly beautiful, thank you babe."
I put the blade down and back in its scabbard and Elizabeth and i make love.
We're invited to a Starfleet party on New Year's Eve. I don't want to go but Elizabeth insists as it's our final night together and we should spend it doing something other than being at home. I begrudgingly agree and we show up. Elizabeth is in her dress uniform, newly promoted to Lt-Commander now, and I'm wearing a tux that I had replicated. It's still weird wearing replicated clothing. It feels REAL, the fabric I mean, but the notion that basically most everyone is naked is in the back of my head still. Almost immediately I feel like I wanna go back home, but I suck it up and small chat with folks who approach me. Eventually though I head over to a window and look out at the bay. I brood for a bit until I hear an unexpected, but very familiar voice behind me.
"You must be Adam."
I turn around to see who is speaking, and it's none other than Gates McFadden staring right back at me. I will not ever get tired of this! It is indeed Doctor Beverly Crusher standing in front of me, holding a crystalline goblet filled with white wine.
"Doctor Crusher." I say trying to cover my shock. Of course she'd be here. She's still the head of Starfleet Medical until tomorrow morning.
"I saw you over here and wanted to introduce myself."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor."
"Call me Beverly, I'm off duty. It would seem that my duties as head of Starfleet Medical prevented me from actually meeting you this year."
"I just assumed that all my medical reports went directly to you, and if you had needed to see me directly, you would have called me into your office."
"That's right. My regular duties keep me occupied during the day---so even classified materials don't get my direct attention right away. However when I saw your tests come back in---I was intrigued. It's not every day you come across a reality hopper. I wanted to make time to meet with you but just couldn't."
"I understand believe me. I can't believe you're here."
"I understand you'll be on the transport to the Enterprise with me tomorrow afternoon..."
"That's right."
"I look forward to seeing you there. I'm sure you'll make for some interesting company indeed."
I raise my glass back to her and she saunters away as Elizabeth comes and finds me.
"What was that all about?"
"Doctor Crusher was introducing herself to me. It's kind of astonishing that I hadn't been called in to see her during that first month."
"Blondes and redheads huh?"
"What?"
"You have a type."
"Oh yeah...I guess. I like brunettes too though so I'm not real picky. Have you had a fun evening?"
"I have, but can see that you are not. Do you want to go home? I can think of more engaging ways we can spend our final night together."
"Only if you're done here. I don't want to pry you from your networking."
"I think I'm done. Met a few interesting Admirals...had some intriguing discussions. You're more important to me now...even if we're done after tonight."
I sigh.
"What's wrong?" she asks
"Elizabeth...you have come to mean a great deal to me. You know everything there is to know about me, you've become more than just a lover, you've become my best friend. I agree parting ways is the best for both of us--but I hope that doesn't change anything about our friendship. I'd miss talking with you."
Elizabeth rolls her eyes.
"You really are a dolt sometimes. Before we leave, there's someone you should be introduced to. Try to compose yourself." she states and I arch my eye brow
We move through the main floor and near the bar, entertaining a gathering of people, I see a tall, older man with a shock of white hair. I exhale in anticipation. I didn't expect to see him at all. Elizabeth and I make our way through the gathering and there he is. The Great Man himself.
"Adam Christopher Young...this is..."
"Curzon...." I say informally in almost a whisper.
"Ah Mr. Young I presume. I have been briefed about you, hello Lizzie, it's always good to see you." Curzon says and extends his hand
I grasp it and it is as expected a good, strong grip---but also somehow gentle.
The crowd around him dissipates as it is just the three of us talking now.
"The honor is truly mine, Ambassador." I reply formally
"Too late. You already used my name informally, so it must be Curzon from now on. Come on, hop on the stool and have a drink with me." He says
I'm not at all surprised that Curzon Dax knew Elizabeth Shelby. I look over at her and she smiles and nods. So I oblige the Old Man. For someone who's about to die in a couple of years, Curzon looks as healthy as ever, that magical twinkle in his eye. I look down and he's ordered us whiskey's. Ugh. But since it's Curzon...I'll man up.
"Starfleet Command chose to brief me on you shortly after you gave them you're most interesting threat assessment report. I have seen and experienced a whole lot in my career, Mr. Young, but I think you take the cake! Cheers!" we clink shot glasses and we down them and I visibly react to the whiskey. Nasty ass drink. Dax laughs. It's hearty laugh, but not unpleasant.
"Not a fan of the bourbon?" he asks as I start coughing
"N-n-no. I-I am not." I continue to cough as I answer honestly and Elizabeth rubs my back amused as well
"It is something of an acquired taste. So...you've managed to ruffle some feathers in your short time here. Rattled the cage as they say. Good for you. I like that, you will go far here I think." Curzon says
"Thank you sir." as I continue to cough and ask for a glass of water
"I told you Curzon. You're going to Picard's ship again, the Enterprise?" he asks but he obviously already knows
"Yes. At the end of the week."
"A good ship, and a fine Captain. Perhaps the finest. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. Connections or otherwise." he states
I nod and this starts the rest of the night with a flurry of stories. Elizabeth and I don't stumble back into her quarters until well after 4 in the morning...I'm gonna have such a hangover.
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Elizabeth and I part ways and promise to keep in touch. Meeting Curzon was an unexpected pleasure. I will take him up on his offer, and mention a couple of things to him in confidence that ultimately prove my...abilities. The USS Repulse arrives to take Beverly and I to the Enterprise, and to pick up an old friend who is returning to duty.
"Dr. Pulaski. It is a pleasure to see you again." I greet Kate as we shake hands
"You are looking in good health, Mr. Young. I see you have followed my orders to a tee. You look much better than when I found you." Puluski has a glow about her that the series never properly captured in my opinion. Diana Muldur was almost too good for this part. She turns to face Beverly.
"Beverly." she greets
"Kate. It's good to see you again."
"I am happy to report that your Captain, and crew are in good health. We had a brief scare with Commander Riker as you probably know Mr. Young, but he's fully recovered from his ordeal. It's funny. I was hesitant about first joining the Enterprise following you, but now I find myself..."
"Missing the ship already?" Beverly asks and Kate nods
"It's made a lasting impression on me." she replies and I chuckle
"Ships name Enterprise, tend to do that I think."
"Well. I shall leave you both to your endeavours. Good luck, Mr. Young."
"Thank you Doctor, for everything. Stay in touch."
"I will if you call me Kate." and I nod as we step onto the transporter pad.
It is a pleasant enough trip to the Kavis Alpha System, where the Enterprise has just arrived to begin preparations for Dr. Paul Stubb's experiment with the "egg". The Doctor and I are transported over and Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi greet us warmly. Deanna and Beverly hug while Commander Riker flashes that trademark Frakes grin as I step off the transporter pad. That will never ever get old.
"Welcome back home, both of you. Beverly, Wesley is currently engaged in his studies, but once he's off duty, I know he's been eager to see you. Mr. Young, Captain Picard is with Dr. Stubbs at the moment but will see you once you've settled in your quarters."
"Thank you sir. It's good to be back. Where...uh...exactly are my quarters?"
"Deck 8, room 0900. 12 doors down from me. Ensign Velendez here will escort you."
"Aye sir."
"Remember, Adam, your medical exam is tomorrow morning at 10:00, don't be late. I don't want to have to hunt you down." Beverly teases
"You won't need to Doctor. I'll be there. Hello Counsellor."
"Welcome aboard Mr. Young. I'll see you when you're more settled."
I just nod as Ensign Velendez...shows me out of the transporter room.
A few minutes later and I step into the quarters after hearing that swooshing sound of the doors opening. These aren't the VIP guest quarters I enjoyed when I was here briefly last year, and no where near the giant quarters I was given at Starfleet...but these will do nicely indeed. I strip down and head for a quick sonic shower (best not to fuck with the settings too much, don't want my skin scorched---or worse) and change into clean clothes. Black sweater. Black pants (I can almost fit into jeans again!) and of course my now trademark leather jacket with hood. I see Excalibur already placed on my bed and I pick it up and put up on the wall, fiddle around with it until i'm satisfied with how it looks and when I'm done I hear my comm badge beep.
"Worf to Young."
"Young here."
"Captain Picard will see you in his ready room now."
Hello again to you too Worf.
"Understood. I'm on my way. Young out."
I exhale briefly and smile. Now here's where the real fun begins. It's time to go to work.
Elizabeth and I part ways and promise to keep in touch. Meeting Curzon was an unexpected pleasure. I will take him up on his offer, and mention a couple of things to him in confidence that ultimately prove my...abilities. The USS Repulse arrives to take Beverly and I to the Enterprise, and to pick up an old friend who is returning to duty.
"Dr. Pulaski. It is a pleasure to see you again." I greet Kate as we shake hands
"You are looking in good health, Mr. Young. I see you have followed my orders to a tee. You look much better than when I found you." Puluski has a glow about her that the series never properly captured in my opinion. Diana Muldur was almost too good for this part. She turns to face Beverly.
"Beverly." she greets
"Kate. It's good to see you again."
"I am happy to report that your Captain, and crew are in good health. We had a brief scare with Commander Riker as you probably know Mr. Young, but he's fully recovered from his ordeal. It's funny. I was hesitant about first joining the Enterprise following you, but now I find myself..."
"Missing the ship already?" Beverly asks and Kate nods
"It's made a lasting impression on me." she replies and I chuckle
"Ships name Enterprise, tend to do that I think."
"Well. I shall leave you both to your endeavours. Good luck, Mr. Young."
"Thank you Doctor, for everything. Stay in touch."
"I will if you call me Kate." and I nod as we step onto the transporter pad.
It is a pleasant enough trip to the Kavis Alpha System, where the Enterprise has just arrived to begin preparations for Dr. Paul Stubb's experiment with the "egg". The Doctor and I are transported over and Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi greet us warmly. Deanna and Beverly hug while Commander Riker flashes that trademark Frakes grin as I step off the transporter pad. That will never ever get old.
"Welcome back home, both of you. Beverly, Wesley is currently engaged in his studies, but once he's off duty, I know he's been eager to see you. Mr. Young, Captain Picard is with Dr. Stubbs at the moment but will see you once you've settled in your quarters."
"Thank you sir. It's good to be back. Where...uh...exactly are my quarters?"
"Deck 8, room 0900. 12 doors down from me. Ensign Velendez here will escort you."
"Aye sir."
"Remember, Adam, your medical exam is tomorrow morning at 10:00, don't be late. I don't want to have to hunt you down." Beverly teases
"You won't need to Doctor. I'll be there. Hello Counsellor."
"Welcome aboard Mr. Young. I'll see you when you're more settled."
I just nod as Ensign Velendez...shows me out of the transporter room.
A few minutes later and I step into the quarters after hearing that swooshing sound of the doors opening. These aren't the VIP guest quarters I enjoyed when I was here briefly last year, and no where near the giant quarters I was given at Starfleet...but these will do nicely indeed. I strip down and head for a quick sonic shower (best not to fuck with the settings too much, don't want my skin scorched---or worse) and change into clean clothes. Black sweater. Black pants (I can almost fit into jeans again!) and of course my now trademark leather jacket with hood. I see Excalibur already placed on my bed and I pick it up and put up on the wall, fiddle around with it until i'm satisfied with how it looks and when I'm done I hear my comm badge beep.
"Worf to Young."
"Young here."
"Captain Picard will see you in his ready room now."
Hello again to you too Worf.
"Understood. I'm on my way. Young out."
I exhale briefly and smile. Now here's where the real fun begins. It's time to go to work.
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"Mr. Young...welcome aboard the Enterprise. Welcome back." Captain Picard stands up from behind his desk and walks over to greet me as I pass through the door.
Offers me his hand and I take it. Picard has a great grip, showing his strength, but also his warmth. He offers me a seat.
I sit down.
"I read your file, and J.P. sent me the declassified parts of what you and your team were working on. It seems your time at Starfleet was put to good use?"
"Aye sir. Challenging at times, but I learned a great deal, met a lot of terrific people." I reply
"Now you're back...and itching to put to use your...abilities." The context of defining the tv knowledge still makes me cringe. They're not really abilities, everyone just calls it that now to come to some kind of acceptance of them.
"Actually sir I'm more itching to hear your answer to my uh....request. I realize it is a little unusual."
"You wish to undergo officer training...or at least some kind of escalated version of it."
"Yes sir."
"Mr. Crusher's crash course,...as you put it in your report is not really suitable for you. Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi designed that specifically for Wesley's...special attributes, I have read your psyche profile, as well as the intelligence report on you and while you would probably make a fine NCO---I'm not sure about an officer, yet." Picard replies bluntly
"Yes sir." I say...my voice betraying my disappointment
"However I will discuss this matter with Commander Riker, and Counsellor Troi ,as well by Admiral Hanson. The fact that you managed to gain Admiral Hanson's trust is grand indeed." Picard notes
"Thank you sir."
"Before we get to immediate matters. Starfleet Command has allowed me, certain latitudes in regards to how I choose to use you. This is a unique situation no other Starfleet Captain has experienced. We shall proceed with caution in this matter. I do not want you to become a...crutch. Nor do I wish for you to overstep your bounds should we have multiple successes with...what did the report call it....butterflying?" Picard asks
"Yes sir. I understand sir." I reply
"Be that with what it may, What can you tell me about our guest?" Picard asks
I finish telling Picard about Dr. Stubbs giving him as much information about the man and what happens as I can. After I'm dismissed, I saunter into Sickbay for my physical. Doctor Crusher is waiting for me at biobed one. I hop up on the bed and she begins the familiar procedure...it is a routine medical check up, nothing more.
"So how was your meeting with the Captain?" she asks as she begins running the medical tricorder up and down in front of me. I am temporarily distracted by it.
"It went fine. He welcomed me back, and we talked a bit about Dr. Stubbs."
"He seems like an interesting individual, Wesley talked almost all night about him."
"I'm not surprised. How is Wesley?"
"He seems to be doing okay. Slightly aloof, has me at arm's length, which concerns me."
"Go easy on him Doctor. He's spent a year here without his mom. There's nothing to be concerned about, nothing to push about either, he'll come around once he realizes that you are here again."
She stops scanning and looks at me.
"Is he---is he mad at me? That I left him?" she asks concerned
"You should ask him that, Doctor." I reply
"I'm asking you."
I sigh.
"All I will say, is that he has spent the last year growing up, discovering new things, having new experiences. All the things kids his age do. Things I did---well except saving the ship part. You should be very proud of the person he is becoming Doctor."
"You really don't want to tell us things that may upset us do you?" she resumes scanning me, I briefly glance at the medical monitor screen in front of us and off to the side of us is a panel with a read out of my vitals. The future is amazing.
"It's not my place to do that Doctor. I possess information about all of your futures. If I say something, anything---even something positive---it could disrupt the time stream dramatically in ways we can not possibility contemplate. I believe in actions beget consequences and my very presence should trigger serious ones. Besides which I agreed to follow the Temporal Prime Directive. It's the only thing Starfleet can reinforce on me. The DTI is not exactly I'm here either." I explain.
"What I don't understand is how they are granting you permission to...butterfly things...wouldn't that be an example of violating the Directive? Even if it was something minor, or positive?"
"That is a good question. Admiral Hansen told me that they put---"restrictions" on me, and to not get carried away. Captain Picard has been given...a strict leeway on how to use me as well. I supposed they are trusting me to use my own judgement, but you're correct. I shouldn't be allowed to do anything."
"You admit it?"
"Of course. This is a dangerous situation as I just indicated ...I plan to advise as per my job entails me to do so...but I need to proceed with caution. l am sure there will be events and situations that come up where I will be...forced into making a decision...but until that happens...I plan on not doing anything."
This is a bit of a lie, but generally true.
"I find that hard to believe, and I've only been around you a couple of days. You are here to help us, and I have read your profiles Mr. Young. You will do what you feel is right...no matter what the cost or consequence might be."
I grin. Beverly is incredibly perceptive. As well as smart, and beautiful too.
"I'm sure Starfleet will reprimand me when it is appropriate to do so. You're right though, I shouldn't be allowed to do anything that I am....about to. So...what's the verdict doc? How am I?"
Crusher snaps shut the medical tricorder and hands it to Alyssa Ogawa who I haven't formally been introduced to yet but she and I exchange pleasant nods to each other. Pleasant nods indeed...Adam stop.
"Well, you'll be glad to hear that your health is in the best shape it has been more than likely since you were in your early 20's. Just over three months of being in our reality, has almost totally changed your body's condition. Up on the screen is the physical Dr. Puluski conducted on you on your Arrival, before cures were implemented to all of your dermatological conditions you had prior to arriving here, and the scan I just conducted. The difference is jarring isn't it?"
"It is..."
"Before we finish giving you a check up...I wanted to talk to you about your foot."
"What about it?" I ask
"I know you discussed it briefly with Pulaski, and with the Doctor's at Starfleet, but I may have a solution for you. It will take a while, but if successful, could be a life changer for you."
"I think I know what you are gonna suggest, and I'm all ears ."
Doctor Crusher taps a button on her console and the screen switches to a rotating right foot---specifically MY foot. The screen splits again and next it to is another foot...it takes me a second to realize that it is again MY foot, but this time it's WHOLE. A normal looking foot.
"The technique that I am proposing is rare...in fact, club feet in general is rare in our time. I've been looking at the journals since I met you and there hasn't been a recorded club foot case in nearly four hundred years."
"That sounds about right. Club feet in my reality, was considered rare as well."
I was the only case in my village in England in decades and that was in 1979.
"Your case...as you know...is extreme, and unique. Almost zero cases of your type of club feet. So, with that in mind, I propose that we...give you a CLONED replacement. The idea is that I would take a DNA sample, culture it, grow it...mature it...and see if we can model a successful match. I don't foresee there being any issues with acceptance, but I want to do this right and so it's going to take a few months. IF we are successful, you would have a fully functional right foot again, with all of it's proper musculature and bone structure restored. The fact that you are walking on what you are now with two thirds of your bone and muscle GONE...is beyond incredible. What do you think?" she asks
I was asked about this at Starfleet as well. One would think this was an automatic answer in the positive...but I've been presented with options before, and have turned them all down. One of the greatest worked on me...and I am forever grateful that he has given me more time with my foot---but this...this was anticipated, expected, but still hard to digest.
"What is the recovery and rehab going to be like?" I ask nearly getting emotional
"Nothing like what it would be if you had it amputated in your time. I know that was a possibility reading your own reports on your foot. Given your ability to heal quickly...and your dedication and will---probably no more than a few weeks. I don't anticipate any issues with learning how to walk. We'd mostly be working on any balance issues there might be."
THAT makes me emotional and I start to tear up. DAMN IT. I wipe my eyes.
"Let's make it so, Doctor."
Beverly smiles at the reference, grabs a PADD and inputs some information.
"I'd like you to come in every two weeks still, so I can continue to monitor your progress. I am going to refer you to our physio department, headed by Doctor Vrana. She'll give you further or amend the exercises you're currently doing. I'd like to see you get down to about 200 prior to the surgery."
"Understood, anything else?"
"I think that just about does it for now. I'll book you in for two weeks from today at the same time. 10:00 hours."
"Gotcha Doc, thanks again."
She nods as I hop off the bio bed and head on out of sickbay.
"Mr. Young...welcome aboard the Enterprise. Welcome back." Captain Picard stands up from behind his desk and walks over to greet me as I pass through the door.
Offers me his hand and I take it. Picard has a great grip, showing his strength, but also his warmth. He offers me a seat.
I sit down.
"I read your file, and J.P. sent me the declassified parts of what you and your team were working on. It seems your time at Starfleet was put to good use?"
"Aye sir. Challenging at times, but I learned a great deal, met a lot of terrific people." I reply
"Now you're back...and itching to put to use your...abilities." The context of defining the tv knowledge still makes me cringe. They're not really abilities, everyone just calls it that now to come to some kind of acceptance of them.
"Actually sir I'm more itching to hear your answer to my uh....request. I realize it is a little unusual."
"You wish to undergo officer training...or at least some kind of escalated version of it."
"Yes sir."
"Mr. Crusher's crash course,...as you put it in your report is not really suitable for you. Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi designed that specifically for Wesley's...special attributes, I have read your psyche profile, as well as the intelligence report on you and while you would probably make a fine NCO---I'm not sure about an officer, yet." Picard replies bluntly
"Yes sir." I say...my voice betraying my disappointment
"However I will discuss this matter with Commander Riker, and Counsellor Troi ,as well by Admiral Hanson. The fact that you managed to gain Admiral Hanson's trust is grand indeed." Picard notes
"Thank you sir."
"Before we get to immediate matters. Starfleet Command has allowed me, certain latitudes in regards to how I choose to use you. This is a unique situation no other Starfleet Captain has experienced. We shall proceed with caution in this matter. I do not want you to become a...crutch. Nor do I wish for you to overstep your bounds should we have multiple successes with...what did the report call it....butterflying?" Picard asks
"Yes sir. I understand sir." I reply
"Be that with what it may, What can you tell me about our guest?" Picard asks
I finish telling Picard about Dr. Stubbs giving him as much information about the man and what happens as I can. After I'm dismissed, I saunter into Sickbay for my physical. Doctor Crusher is waiting for me at biobed one. I hop up on the bed and she begins the familiar procedure...it is a routine medical check up, nothing more.
"So how was your meeting with the Captain?" she asks as she begins running the medical tricorder up and down in front of me. I am temporarily distracted by it.
"It went fine. He welcomed me back, and we talked a bit about Dr. Stubbs."
"He seems like an interesting individual, Wesley talked almost all night about him."
"I'm not surprised. How is Wesley?"
"He seems to be doing okay. Slightly aloof, has me at arm's length, which concerns me."
"Go easy on him Doctor. He's spent a year here without his mom. There's nothing to be concerned about, nothing to push about either, he'll come around once he realizes that you are here again."
She stops scanning and looks at me.
"Is he---is he mad at me? That I left him?" she asks concerned
"You should ask him that, Doctor." I reply
"I'm asking you."
I sigh.
"All I will say, is that he has spent the last year growing up, discovering new things, having new experiences. All the things kids his age do. Things I did---well except saving the ship part. You should be very proud of the person he is becoming Doctor."
"You really don't want to tell us things that may upset us do you?" she resumes scanning me, I briefly glance at the medical monitor screen in front of us and off to the side of us is a panel with a read out of my vitals. The future is amazing.
"It's not my place to do that Doctor. I possess information about all of your futures. If I say something, anything---even something positive---it could disrupt the time stream dramatically in ways we can not possibility contemplate. I believe in actions beget consequences and my very presence should trigger serious ones. Besides which I agreed to follow the Temporal Prime Directive. It's the only thing Starfleet can reinforce on me. The DTI is not exactly I'm here either." I explain.
"What I don't understand is how they are granting you permission to...butterfly things...wouldn't that be an example of violating the Directive? Even if it was something minor, or positive?"
"That is a good question. Admiral Hansen told me that they put---"restrictions" on me, and to not get carried away. Captain Picard has been given...a strict leeway on how to use me as well. I supposed they are trusting me to use my own judgement, but you're correct. I shouldn't be allowed to do anything."
"You admit it?"
"Of course. This is a dangerous situation as I just indicated ...I plan to advise as per my job entails me to do so...but I need to proceed with caution. l am sure there will be events and situations that come up where I will be...forced into making a decision...but until that happens...I plan on not doing anything."
This is a bit of a lie, but generally true.
"I find that hard to believe, and I've only been around you a couple of days. You are here to help us, and I have read your profiles Mr. Young. You will do what you feel is right...no matter what the cost or consequence might be."
I grin. Beverly is incredibly perceptive. As well as smart, and beautiful too.
"I'm sure Starfleet will reprimand me when it is appropriate to do so. You're right though, I shouldn't be allowed to do anything that I am....about to. So...what's the verdict doc? How am I?"
Crusher snaps shut the medical tricorder and hands it to Alyssa Ogawa who I haven't formally been introduced to yet but she and I exchange pleasant nods to each other. Pleasant nods indeed...Adam stop.
"Well, you'll be glad to hear that your health is in the best shape it has been more than likely since you were in your early 20's. Just over three months of being in our reality, has almost totally changed your body's condition. Up on the screen is the physical Dr. Puluski conducted on you on your Arrival, before cures were implemented to all of your dermatological conditions you had prior to arriving here, and the scan I just conducted. The difference is jarring isn't it?"
"It is..."
"Before we finish giving you a check up...I wanted to talk to you about your foot."
"What about it?" I ask
"I know you discussed it briefly with Pulaski, and with the Doctor's at Starfleet, but I may have a solution for you. It will take a while, but if successful, could be a life changer for you."
"I think I know what you are gonna suggest, and I'm all ears ."
Doctor Crusher taps a button on her console and the screen switches to a rotating right foot---specifically MY foot. The screen splits again and next it to is another foot...it takes me a second to realize that it is again MY foot, but this time it's WHOLE. A normal looking foot.
"The technique that I am proposing is rare...in fact, club feet in general is rare in our time. I've been looking at the journals since I met you and there hasn't been a recorded club foot case in nearly four hundred years."
"That sounds about right. Club feet in my reality, was considered rare as well."
I was the only case in my village in England in decades and that was in 1979.
"Your case...as you know...is extreme, and unique. Almost zero cases of your type of club feet. So, with that in mind, I propose that we...give you a CLONED replacement. The idea is that I would take a DNA sample, culture it, grow it...mature it...and see if we can model a successful match. I don't foresee there being any issues with acceptance, but I want to do this right and so it's going to take a few months. IF we are successful, you would have a fully functional right foot again, with all of it's proper musculature and bone structure restored. The fact that you are walking on what you are now with two thirds of your bone and muscle GONE...is beyond incredible. What do you think?" she asks
I was asked about this at Starfleet as well. One would think this was an automatic answer in the positive...but I've been presented with options before, and have turned them all down. One of the greatest worked on me...and I am forever grateful that he has given me more time with my foot---but this...this was anticipated, expected, but still hard to digest.
"What is the recovery and rehab going to be like?" I ask nearly getting emotional
"Nothing like what it would be if you had it amputated in your time. I know that was a possibility reading your own reports on your foot. Given your ability to heal quickly...and your dedication and will---probably no more than a few weeks. I don't anticipate any issues with learning how to walk. We'd mostly be working on any balance issues there might be."
THAT makes me emotional and I start to tear up. DAMN IT. I wipe my eyes.
"Let's make it so, Doctor."
Beverly smiles at the reference, grabs a PADD and inputs some information.
"I'd like you to come in every two weeks still, so I can continue to monitor your progress. I am going to refer you to our physio department, headed by Doctor Vrana. She'll give you further or amend the exercises you're currently doing. I'd like to see you get down to about 200 prior to the surgery."
"Understood, anything else?"
"I think that just about does it for now. I'll book you in for two weeks from today at the same time. 10:00 hours."
"Gotcha Doc, thanks again."
She nods as I hop off the bio bed and head on out of sickbay.
Chapter Fifteen: Nanites On The Loose!
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Author's Note: I am having surgery tomorrow to remove a thyroid nodule. So this will be the last chapter for a while until I'm recovered enough to continue posting. May all of you have a happy Christmas or holiday and be safe!
As I walk out of sickbay, my comm badge beeps.
"Picard to Young."
"Young here sir, go ahead."
"Mr. Young, report to the bridge please. We have a situation developing." Picard orders
Oh shit. The nanites already?
"Aye sir, I'm on my way."
I make my way to the turbolift and head to the bridge. This seems faster than in the episode, but then I've been occupied, and they ARE nanites so are incredibly fast and could have infected our systems already---look at me--OUR systems. Not even two days on board yet. The door opens and I step out of the turbolift and onto the Enterprise bridge...where I find Captain Picard, Commander Riker, Data, and Dr. Stubbs hovering over Science Station I.
"Mr. Young. What can you tell us about what is happening to the ship?" Picard asks
"The Enterprise is being infected by a science experiment gone awry, sir." I reply
"A science experiment?" Riker asks
I half smile and hesitate before answering. I don't want to rat out Wes, but this is what I'm on board for. To fix things that go awry or perhaps could be avoided altogether.
"Yes sir. I think it's best that Wesley explain what is going on...it's his experiment."
Both Picard and Riker exchange glances at each other and Riker calls Wesley to the bridge.
"Until Mr. Crusher joins us...you explain what is going on Mr. Young." Picard says starting to get annoyed at the situation
"A group of nanites have infected the ship's systems, but not just any old nanites. These are evolving and growing at a rapid pace unlike anything anyone has ever seen before."
Wesley steps onto the bridge with his little nanite tracking device and I look sheepishly at him. I'm sorry kiddo, but I'd rather you explain to them what is going on than me having to rat you out. Picard orders us into the conference room.
We all shuffle into the conference lounge and I stop short. I am about to sit down with the senior staff of the Enterprise for the very first time in a staff meeting. The moment is not lost on me. I've seen this set countless times since I was a teenager. I've seen this group of people that many times...being here is still surreal and probably always will be.
"Everything all right Mr. Young?" Riker asks and I nod
"Yes sir."
I take a spot at the end of the table across from Data and next to Deanna. Wesley begins giving his explanation about his experiment, and then apologizes at the end of it as he feels like this is his fault. Picard frowns.
"Mr. Young do you have anything to contribute?"
Before I can answer, Stubb's interrupts me and denies all the claims about the nanites. This leads into a morality discussion and I decide to confront the Doctor. My first moment...again it is not lost on me the gravity of it. I consider my words carefully.
"Doctor Stubbs. I have had the honor of reading some of your work on my way to the Enterprise, and admittedly, most of it goes over my head, but I can appreciate the situation you are in. You are on the cusp of realizing your life's work. However, your passion, your zeal...is going to cause you to do something you think is going to resolve our situation but only makes it worse. With all due respect, I highly suggest that you don't do anything, and allow the crew to figure this out. I can assure you that your experiment goes off without a hitch---but it won't if you interfere with the nanites progress."
Stubb's isn't happy.
"Captain who is...this?" he asks, really---demands.
"Doctor Paul Stubbs, I'd like you to meet our Special Civilian Consultant, Mr. Adam Christopher Young. He is here on behalf of Starfleet Command, and has full clearance levels. I suggest that you heed his advice. If I have to, I will have security take you to your quarters until the nanite situation is taken care of."
"You're not serious?"
"I am always serious." Picard adds
The conversation goes back to the nanites as Data shows us just a microcosm of them on the viewer. I confirm what we're seeing again.
"I can assure all of you that they are evolving, again, at a pace unknown to us before. I'm aware of the other times the Federation has attempted nanite experiments, the ones you witnessed Dr. Stubbs, and these are nothing like those. We can not use lethal force against them to stop this. We need to attempt to communicate with them."
"Communicate? This is preposterous!" exclaims Stubbs
"Is that even possible, Data?" Geordi asks
Data and I exchange looks as Data answers.
"In theory yes, I assume that this is what occurs within the events of the...episode?" he asks me
"Yes."
"Episode? What are you all talking about?" asks an annoyed Stubbs
"Dr. Stubbs I'd ask you to remain quiet again, if not I will ask security to remove you." Riker asks and Worf nearly smiles
"Yes. You create a program so that the nanites can interact directly with your neural net." I reply to Data
"I do not like this plan. What if they were able to take possession of the Commander?" Worf asks
"It would be a great risk. It would involve a matter of trust from the nanites." I reply and Data nods
The Captain looks at me.
"Any other suggestions?"
"None sir."
"Very well. Make it so."
Author's Note: I am having surgery tomorrow to remove a thyroid nodule. So this will be the last chapter for a while until I'm recovered enough to continue posting. May all of you have a happy Christmas or holiday and be safe!
As I walk out of sickbay, my comm badge beeps.
"Picard to Young."
"Young here sir, go ahead."
"Mr. Young, report to the bridge please. We have a situation developing." Picard orders
Oh shit. The nanites already?
"Aye sir, I'm on my way."
I make my way to the turbolift and head to the bridge. This seems faster than in the episode, but then I've been occupied, and they ARE nanites so are incredibly fast and could have infected our systems already---look at me--OUR systems. Not even two days on board yet. The door opens and I step out of the turbolift and onto the Enterprise bridge...where I find Captain Picard, Commander Riker, Data, and Dr. Stubbs hovering over Science Station I.
"Mr. Young. What can you tell us about what is happening to the ship?" Picard asks
"The Enterprise is being infected by a science experiment gone awry, sir." I reply
"A science experiment?" Riker asks
I half smile and hesitate before answering. I don't want to rat out Wes, but this is what I'm on board for. To fix things that go awry or perhaps could be avoided altogether.
"Yes sir. I think it's best that Wesley explain what is going on...it's his experiment."
Both Picard and Riker exchange glances at each other and Riker calls Wesley to the bridge.
"Until Mr. Crusher joins us...you explain what is going on Mr. Young." Picard says starting to get annoyed at the situation
"A group of nanites have infected the ship's systems, but not just any old nanites. These are evolving and growing at a rapid pace unlike anything anyone has ever seen before."
Wesley steps onto the bridge with his little nanite tracking device and I look sheepishly at him. I'm sorry kiddo, but I'd rather you explain to them what is going on than me having to rat you out. Picard orders us into the conference room.
We all shuffle into the conference lounge and I stop short. I am about to sit down with the senior staff of the Enterprise for the very first time in a staff meeting. The moment is not lost on me. I've seen this set countless times since I was a teenager. I've seen this group of people that many times...being here is still surreal and probably always will be.
"Everything all right Mr. Young?" Riker asks and I nod
"Yes sir."
I take a spot at the end of the table across from Data and next to Deanna. Wesley begins giving his explanation about his experiment, and then apologizes at the end of it as he feels like this is his fault. Picard frowns.
"Mr. Young do you have anything to contribute?"
Before I can answer, Stubb's interrupts me and denies all the claims about the nanites. This leads into a morality discussion and I decide to confront the Doctor. My first moment...again it is not lost on me the gravity of it. I consider my words carefully.
"Doctor Stubbs. I have had the honor of reading some of your work on my way to the Enterprise, and admittedly, most of it goes over my head, but I can appreciate the situation you are in. You are on the cusp of realizing your life's work. However, your passion, your zeal...is going to cause you to do something you think is going to resolve our situation but only makes it worse. With all due respect, I highly suggest that you don't do anything, and allow the crew to figure this out. I can assure you that your experiment goes off without a hitch---but it won't if you interfere with the nanites progress."
Stubb's isn't happy.
"Captain who is...this?" he asks, really---demands.
"Doctor Paul Stubbs, I'd like you to meet our Special Civilian Consultant, Mr. Adam Christopher Young. He is here on behalf of Starfleet Command, and has full clearance levels. I suggest that you heed his advice. If I have to, I will have security take you to your quarters until the nanite situation is taken care of."
"You're not serious?"
"I am always serious." Picard adds
The conversation goes back to the nanites as Data shows us just a microcosm of them on the viewer. I confirm what we're seeing again.
"I can assure all of you that they are evolving, again, at a pace unknown to us before. I'm aware of the other times the Federation has attempted nanite experiments, the ones you witnessed Dr. Stubbs, and these are nothing like those. We can not use lethal force against them to stop this. We need to attempt to communicate with them."
"Communicate? This is preposterous!" exclaims Stubbs
"Is that even possible, Data?" Geordi asks
Data and I exchange looks as Data answers.
"In theory yes, I assume that this is what occurs within the events of the...episode?" he asks me
"Yes."
"Episode? What are you all talking about?" asks an annoyed Stubbs
"Dr. Stubbs I'd ask you to remain quiet again, if not I will ask security to remove you." Riker asks and Worf nearly smiles
"Yes. You create a program so that the nanites can interact directly with your neural net." I reply to Data
"I do not like this plan. What if they were able to take possession of the Commander?" Worf asks
"It would be a great risk. It would involve a matter of trust from the nanites." I reply and Data nods
The Captain looks at me.
"Any other suggestions?"
"None sir."
"Very well. Make it so."