"Intersection"

By: Deathstrike

On a faraway planet, a shambling form made its way across the surface of a barren world (see message bukufuck back).  He was trying vainly to remember who or what he was...as he looked down upon his hideous body, he simply knew that it was not right.  He had once been something more...

  The days became weeks, then months.  He scrounged and scavenged food and water, moving only by day.  He'd moved by night at the beginning, but once ran across a mutated denizen like himself, but vastly more horrible and dangerous.  He'd barely escaped its snapping maws and dripping talons.  He moved only by day.

  Dreams and visions came slowly back...he could sense that he was on the verge of a revelation.  Giant battles, strange alien creatures, robots, and a man's face danced in fragments before his mind's eye.  His tortured mind screamed for more, tried to claw at the veil of blackness, but the visions still came agonizingly slowly.

  Still, as the days passed the visions became longer and more clear.  He knew he'd been part of a war...a series of battles with incredible and amazing foes.  And he knew so much...he had been very intelligent.  And strong.  Strong enough to crush alien monsters with his bare hands.  Hands...hands that were the size of shovels...

  Then the revelation came!  He knew who he had been...he knew who he was!  Hyuj.  Someone had tried to vanquish him and erase his memory to prevent others from learning the powerful secrets of his box.  He knew who he had to help now.  Hyuj began making plans to escape the planet.  He had to reach the one man who might have a chance of using the Box to save the multiverse.  That man was...

  James T.  Kirk braced himself in the captain's chair as the Enterprise accelerated around the corona of a Type-III star.  He hoped Spock's time-travel calculations were as accurate as usual.

  The stars blurred, then joined in a blinding flash of pure light and energy as the Enterprise broke the time barrier.  The feeling was indescribable...even with all the times Kirk had traveled through time he never got used to the nauseating feeling it produced.  He could barely hear Spock trying to speak...

  "...aptian, something....altering the...alculations and trajecto...off course...unknown...fluctua...external force...appears...."

  But that was all Kirk made out before he lost consciousness.

  Kirk came to and hauled himself back into the captain's chair.  He keyed on the main viewer, and allowed his eyes to focus...trying to get an initial impression of where and when they were.

  He saw a planet in the distance, perhaps a few thousand miles distant.  And surrounding the planet...Kirk's jaw dropped.  Someone was having a big party.  He hadn't seen anything like this since the GigantuianMegaFuckHugeOmniBattle for the Continuum.  He was about to ask the recovering Spock what his impression was when the comm switched on.

  "Nice to see you again, Admiral Kirk," came the familiar voice of Jean-Luc Picard.  "I'd love to update you about what's going on, but I'm afraid we're as much in the dark as you are.  In the meantime, I'd recommend going to red alert."

  Kirk was about to ask why when he saw the Vindicator.  Then the shadow cast across it...then the Eclipse.  And the Imperial fleet.

  "Rick Hunter and the SDF-3 are here as well, but they've fled the scene...that huge black warship almost destroyed it with one shot," Picard continued.  Kirk didn't need any more convincing.

  "All hands to battle stations!"