BY: Gladiator
Jim Kirk, commander of the Enterprise faced the vidscreen in his quarters.
He could see the large bags under his eyes reflecting off the monitor
screen before it came to life.
His away team destined for Regula II
never made it. Stuck in interphase
for hours, the transporter chief was finally able to lock onto their signals and
bring them back aboard the Enterprise.
Regula II ‘phased out’ of normal space, and was replaced with a
massive gravity well, which was growing at an unprecedented rate.
The ship was orbiting the vortex now staying equidistant from its
epicenter for analysis.
“Computer,” Kirk commanded the
terminal before him.
“Captain’s Log, supplemental:
The entity we face seems to have an enormous amount of supreme
power. It is able to project its
thoughts into our dreams. A being
of this sort, able to amplify its thoughts over great distances, through far,
far off galaxies, even time itself is utterly alien, and it terrifies me to my
very soul.
The abomination we faced on the Lost World of our dreams
seems so real, even now. In the
back of my conscious I can't help but visualize the unwarranted effects it had
over my mind. Mind control.
Yes, mind control and lucid dreaming seem to be the prevailing theme
here. The magnitude with which this
Cthulian spawn has perverted all of our thoughts is mind boggling in itself.
Many of the crew, including myself have succumbed to the madness at
times. Dr. McCoy is administering
Thoradrine injections to help us keep control over our sanity. I only hope we can find a way to find stop this madness
before it destroys us all.
The wave of blackness that has stricken the Federation
like some giant cosmic tsunami is another matter entirely. The damage caused by this unstoppable force as it scourges
space itself cannot even be put into words.
It is obliterating everything in its path, and within days it will engulf
all of the Federation's worlds.
There is the plausibility, that the two adversities are
somehow connected. Perhaps so
interwoven that our diminutive minds can not even comprehend their significance.
It may be impossible to fathom communication with these beings or
whatever dimensional force They may be. Finding
the common reference betwixt the two I'm sure will no doubt lead to darker
horrors not even conceived of yet.
At this point in time I have no answers and no solutions
to the prevailing crisis.
I do however, have a hunch.
My theory is this.
If I knew the outcome of our current peril, I may have a
better knowledge of what action in which to take. I am therefore going to attempt to send the Enterprise
forward in time.
The fates of our future will provocate the demise of the
alien force, or the annihilation of the known universe.
By going into timewarp around a sun, we can jump the
ship ahead into the future. Influencing
the timestream is a matter of massive consequence.
Therefore, we shall make our destination for the one man who has the
persona and resources with which to deal with our current circumstances.
Juan Luke Picard, and the Enterprise D.
“Computer, end log.” Kirk
thumbed the viewer off and punched the commpanel on.
“Kirk to Bridge”
“Spock here, Captain.”
“Mr. Spock, set a course for the
nearest star, I’m on my way up.”
“And start computations… for
time travel.”
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