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This story is No. 13 in the series "The Seattle Slayers.". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Witches, Slayers, Klingons and Captain Kirk what more can you ask?

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Star Trek > Star Trek - The Original Series(Recent Donor)DaveTurnerFR15512,4390348,68823 Apr 072 May 07Yes

Chapter Five.

Chapter Five.

Mr Sulu sat in the Captain’s chair on the bridge, the intercom on the chair’s arm beeped for attention.

“Sulu here.” He announced.

“Mr Sulu sir,” said a Security officer from somewhere in the ship, “The Ambassador was right! We’ve found the Captain and everybody, they’re alive but they’ve been drugged.”

“Where were they?” Asked Sulu.

“In the Shuttle bay,” came the reply, “They were stashed in one of the Shuttles sir.”

“Good work ensign,” said Sulu briskly, “Get them to Sickbay.”

“On the way Sir.” The ensign broke the connection.

“Mr Sulu,” came Mr Checkov’s voice from what was normally Sulu’s place at the helm. “I have a Klingon warship approaching at high sub-light speed.”

“On screen!” Ordered Sulu, the bridge’s viewscreen sprang to life to show the starfield in front of the Enterprise but no Klingon warship. “Magnify!” Ordered Sulu and the Klingon vessel sprang into view.

The picture on the viewscreen changed to show the head of the Klingon captain.

“This is Commander Dong of the Klingon Warship Xafilah, prepare to be boarded. We have come to arrest Captain Kirk on charges of war crimes!” The screen went blank for a moment, and then the picture of the Klingon Battlecruiser reappeared.

“Klingon wessel is raising shield and charging weapons.” Mispronounced Checkov.

“Shields up!” Ordered Sulu, “Arm Phasers and Photon torpedoes!”

The Enterprise’s shields came up moments before the Klingon’s Disrupters lashed the Enterprise with their beams. The Enterprise rocked from side to side.

“Minor damage to the outer hull.” Announced Checkov.

“Return fire!” Exclaimed Sulu, “Order Battlestations!”

The Enterprise’s alarms sounded throughout the ship. The intercom on the chairs arm beeped urgently for attention.

“Scott here! What’s going on up there laddie?” The Scotsman wanted to know.

Sulu did his best to explain.

“Well laddie,” Began Scotty, “You’ll ha’ to do the best y’cain. While I get t’engines up an’ running!”

Just then the Klingons hit the Enterprise with another salvo from their Disruptors. The Enterprises Phasers fired back almost immediately.

“Evasive manoeuvres Mr. Checkov!” Called Sulu, “Photon Torpedoes! Full spread…FIRE!!!”

“Starboard shields buckling!” Reported Checkov.

Just then the lift doors opened and out walked Captain Kirk and Mr Spock.

“Captain!” Exclaimed Sulu.

“Mr Sulu,” replied Kirk, “If I could have my chair back?”

“Yes sir!” Sulu almost jumped from the captain’s chair.

“Positions people.” Ordered the captain, he glanced at the viewscreen and tactical display and took in the situation in an instant.

There was a general shuffling of positions as people retook their accustomed places.

“Mr Sulu, continue with evasive manoeuvres and return fire.” Ordered Kirk calmly, he pressed the intercom button on his chair arm. “Scotty I need warp drive…NOW!”

The ship rocked as it was hit by more Klingon fire.

“Just another five minutes Captain!” Replied the engineer.

“Scotty, I really need that warp speed!”

“Ye cannae break the laws of physics Captain,” explained Scot, “It’ll be ready when it’s ready!”

The Enterprises Phasers scored hits on the Klingon vessel; there was a flash as one of the Klingon’s shields collapsed.

“Warp speed now Captain!” Came Scotty’s voice from the intercom.

“Bridge to engine-room, Warp factor nine!” Ordered Kirk.

“Och! She noo can take it Cap’n,” Called Scott, “If I g’her any more she’ll blow!”

0=0=0=0

*The Lesbos Ambassador’s quarters.*

Willow sat at the table in their quarters writing on one of the electronic clipboards, she sat back and reviewed what she had just written. After the clash with the Klingons the Enterprise had made a high speed escape and was now back on route for Proxima Beta 3. There would no doubt be a board of enquirery into the events of the last few days. She had recorded her own statement as would Kennedy when she was up and about.

The Klingons had been squawking about the ‘unprovoked attack’ by the Enterprise on one of their ships. However they were complaining for forms sake only, they knew that if they pushed the matter too hard people might start taking too much interest in what the Klingons had been doing over the last few days.

The Klingon’s plan had been quite cleaver, a little too complicated thought Willow, but if it had worked…

They had wanted to drive a wedge between the Federation and Lesbos. While the Klingons did not want Lesbos in their Empire they did not want it in the Federation. To this end they had hatched a fiendish plot to forever sour Federation/Lesbos relations.

They had started by planting a spy aboard the Enterprise. At some point after Willow and Kennedy’s arrival aboard he had somehow replaced Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock and Doctor McCoy, plus a number of security personnel with facsimiles. These facsimiles would act just like the real thing until they were given an activation signal. Then they would go berserk killing everything around them. The real crewmembers were supposed to be dumped in space when the spy made his escape in the shuttlecraft where they had been stored.

The Enterprise had been lured to the planet by a false distress signal and the Enterprise’s sensors had been fed false information by the Klingon warship and spy. The spy was supposed to sabotage the Enterprises Warp Drives then escape in the shuttle craft to be picked up by the Klingon ship.

The Lesbos Ambassador (Willow) was supposed to witness the massacre of the villagers and report back to her government. What the Klingons had not expected was that the real Lesbos Ambassador had been replaced and that Willow and Kennedy would actually go down to the planet’s surface and mitigate (to a degree) the massacre. The Klingons also did not know that Willow was so magically powerful and would eventually see through their plans.

It was the whole magic thing that puzzled Willow. The Klingon’s had used magic; every test she had been able to make had confirmed it. The facsimiles had turned to dust minutes after their real counterparts had regained consciousness. Willow had tested the residue, and there had been a faint but detectable magical trace left by the spell, and no sign of technology what so ever.

Willow sighed as she came to the end of her report.

“What’ch doing?” Asked Kennedy from the bed, painfully she swung her legs over the side of the bed and placed them on the floor.

She was still heavily bandaged and the bits of her that were not bandaged seemed to be covered in bruises. However, Doctor McCoy assured Willow that Kennedy would be fine after a few days bed rest.

“Did I wake you sweetie?” Asked Willow as she looked up at her partner.

“No…no, I was awake.” Kennedy got painfully to her feet, Willow rushed to help her.

“You should really stay in bed.” Fussed Willow.

“Loo.” Replied Kennedy heading for the bathroom, then before Willow could add anything, “I can manage, thanks Will.”

0=0=0=0

Kennedy joined Willow at the table; she sat down with a groan.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Asked Willow once more.

Kennedy tried to smile but it hurt too much to be convincing.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “Apart from aching in places I didn’t know I had places…and I’m still peeing blood.” She admitted.

“Let me get you to Doctor McCoy.” Insisted Willow getting up and heading for the intercom.”

“No Will,” pleaded Kennedy, “You know I’ll be fine once we get back to Seattle, let’s just finish the mission and go home.”

When The Powers sent Willow and Kennedy on these little missions in time and space; when they returned home they would always wake up in bed, with only the night having passed in their own reality. Plus any injuries that they had received while on the mission would be healed by the time they woke up.

“So what are you writing?” Asked Kennedy again, laying her head on Willow’s shoulder.

“It’s my report to the real Lesbos Ambassador and her government,” replied Willow as she gently stroked Kennedy’s back, “I thought I’d better put the record straight. I’ve explained who we are and what happened and I’ve made some recommendations of my own.”

“Which are?”

“I’ve recommended that the Lesbians do not join the Federation nor should they get involved with the Klingons. Basically they’re as bad as one another, but if the Lesbians can play one off against the other they should be able to steer a course that lets then keep their independence and guarantees that if one side attacks them the other will have to come to their aid. Hopefully this will ensure that neither side tries to take them over.

In the mean time they should keep selling their crystals to both sides and use the profits to improve their own technology and defences until an attack on them would be so costly that no one would dare do it.”

“You should have been a diplomat.” Said Kennedy proudly.

“Yeah maybe I should.” Agreed Willow, “If this works, an’ if the Lesbians go along with it…In the mean time I think I’ll get you back into bed.”

Willow half carried, half guided her unresisting Slayer back to their bed. Having got Kennedy back on to the bed she got in beside her and Kennedy laid her head in Willow’s lap. Willow stroked her girl’s hair and listened to her slowly fall back to sleep. She closed her own eyes and drifted off herself.

0=0=0=0

*Seattle.*

A shaft of sunshine shone through a gap in the curtains and played across Willow’s eyes. She shifted in her bed, yawned and carefully opened her eyes. Gently she nudged Kennedy who slowly returned from the Land of Nod.

“I think we’re home,” said Willow, “How you feeling?”

Kennedy carefully moved her arms and legs; there was no pain, no bandages and no bruises.

“I think I can safely say I’m back to normal.” She sat up in bed and looked around, “Sure looks like home.” She said noticing the hastily abandoned clothes from the night before.

Willow sat up and looked at her bedside clock.

“Time to get up,” she announced, “The girls will be wanting breakfast, an’ if I don’t get them up to go to school they’ll never go!”

0=0=0=0

After Willow had got up and gone down stairs Kennedy got up and went into the bathroom. After peeing she looked into the bowl and gasped, she was still peeing blood.

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The two grey robed entities stood on the outer hull of the Enterprise a she sped through Warp space on some new mission.

“So the Lesbians did not join the Federation?” Said the first, “But Kirk lives to fight another day.”

“Yes a pity about Kirk,” agreed the second, “If we don’t do something about him he’ll become a Hero and you know where that leads?”

“Indeed.” Agreed the first.

“And as for the Lesbians, as long as they did not join the Federation we win. They will indirectly cause years of friction between the Klingons and the Federation. They’ll join the Feds eventually, but by then it’ll be too late.”

“And the Slayer?”

“It was never my intent to kill the Slayer,” explained the second, “But,” it grinned evilly, “what I have caused to happen to her should cramp her style for a few years, maybe for the rest of her life.”

The two entities laughed and vanished from this cosmos into their own, leaving the USS Enterprise, NCC 1701(no ‘bloody’ ‘A’, ‘B’, ‘C’ or ‘D’) to boldly go where no man…no ‘one’ has gone before.

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Author Note here for people who haven’t been following my Seattle Slayers series (shame on you). The ‘Grey Robed Bastards’ are the nasty little entities that have been trying to screw up the Slayers and their friends in the Will & Ken part of the multiverse.

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THE END.
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‘The Firm’ Star Trekkin' Lyrics

Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Only going forward 'cause we can't find reverse.

Lt. Uhura, report.

There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
there's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim.

Analysis, Mr. Spock.

It's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it; it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.

There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
there's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim.

Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Only going forward, still can't find reverse.

Medical update, Dr. McCoy.

It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead, Jim;
it's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead.

It's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it; it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.

There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
there's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim.

Starship Captain, James T. Kirk:

Ah! We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, shoot to kill;
we come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, men.

It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead, Jim;
it's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead.

Well, it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it; it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.

There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
there's Klingons on the starboard bow, scrape 'em off, Jim.

Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Only going forward, and things are getting worse!

Engine room, Mr. Scott:

Ye cannae change the laws of physics, laws of physics, laws of physics;
ye cannae change the laws of physics, laws of physics, Jim.

Ah! We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, shoot to kill;
we come in peace, shoot to kill; Scotty, beam me up!

It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead, Jim;
it's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead.

Well, it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it; it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.

There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
there's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow Jim!

Ye cannae change the script, och, see you Jimmy!

It's worse than that, it's physics, Jim.

Bridge to engine room, warp factor 9.

Och, if I give it any more she'll blow, Cap'n!

Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Only going forward 'cause we can't find reverse.

Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Only going forward, still can't find reverse.

The End

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