Star Jumper

Episode 18 - Where No One Has Gone Before?

Stardate: 41263.1

Earth Standard Date: April 6, 2364.

Location: USS Enterprise-D

The hum of Main Engineering filled Tyson's ears as he sat beside Wesley, both absorbed in a warp field theory lecture. Wesley attentively listened while Tyson absorbed the lesson and read through additional materials on a PADD, his Augment mind allowing him to learn efficiently through multitasking. Their concentration broke when a raised voice cut through the ambient whoosh of the warp core.

"Inform the Bridge I shall begin the first test in precisely fifteen minutes. Why is there a civilian and a child here?"

A man in an engineering uniform with a receding hairline began berating Tyson and Wesley. Commander Riker stood nearby, his ordinarily jovial expression replaced by one of barely concealed annoyance. But it wasn't the rude Engineer or angry Riker who caught Tyson's attention. It was the other man in the entourage, a figure that he recognized.

The Traveler.

Tyson slowly edged away from the group, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible without being obvious and activating his Scaling Cloak. He already had the attention of one ascended being and wasn't eager to attract another. The nature of the Traveler's powers was unclear, and Tyson wasn't sure if his unique presence would trigger some reaction. He knew the man was here for Wesley, and Tyson had no intention of interfering with that particular destiny.

The bossy Engineer, Kosinski, continued his tirade, his voice dripping with condescension. "To save myself time, let me ask those questions for you. You received the information that Starfleet provided, you fed it into your computer as precisely as humanly possible, and then you did a controlled test. And then, to your astonishment, nothing happened. So you said, what's going on? This doesn't work. Kosinski's a fraud. You see, I have had this conversation on other Starfleet vessels before. They didn't understand it. Why should you?" From the corner of his eye, Tyson saw the Traveler interacting with Wesley. Kosinski's voice rose again. "I'm not a teacher, nor do I wish to become one. I have neither the inclination nor the time."

Riker's patience was wearing thin. "Mr. Kosinski, I believe we've heard just about enough. This experiment of yours stops here."

Kosinski bristled, his face reddening. "Now see here, Commander. I don't think you understand. Starfleet Command has already approved this." He held up a PADD, waving it for emphasis.

Riker didn't even glance at it. "But I haven't approved it. Nor has Mr. Argyle here." He nodded towards the Engineer, who stood with his arms folded.

"I wasn't aware that was necessary." Kosinski sputtered.

"Now you are." Riker informed him testily.

Kosinski drew himself up. "Well, perhaps I should take this up with Captain Picard."

"Be my guest," Riker replied coolly. "It won't change anything."

Around the room, engineers pretended to work while shamelessly eavesdropping. Some things were universal across time and space, including a love of juicy workplace drama.

Kosinski's face flushed an even deeper red. "How basic must I be, Commander? Do you need me to explain it using just monosyllabic words?"

Riker's eyes narrowed. "I'll leave that decision to you, Mr. Kosinski."

"Well then, if you'll just give me a moment..." Kosinski activated a console.

Tyson felt his interest wane as the confrontation cooled to a simmer. Without the fireworks, it just wasn't that exciting to watch. As the group moved to examine something on the large table console, he passively listened to see if anything they said applied to the lesson he was reading on the PADD. But Tyson already knew it was the Traveler, not Kosinski, behind the warp improvements.

His thoughts drifted until Kosinski's voice rose once more. "Do this one just like the last time. Nothing changes. Commander, I'll make preliminary adjustments at Warp One Point Five and complete them as we achieve Warp Four."

Riker's clipped voice responded. "Engineering to bridge, did you copy that?"

Picard's voice crackled over the comm system. "Affirmative, Number One. Are you ready?"

"We are, sir."

"Engage." the Captain ordered.

Tyson knew what was coming. What the Traveler was about to do. As inconspicuously as possible, he edged closer to observe.

"All right, here we go."

The Traveler adjusted the settings, then turned to smile at Wesley, a gesture loaded with significance that only Tyson seemed to appreciate fully.

Suddenly, the warp core began to race. Tyson had been in Engineering during high-warp situations before, but this was something else entirely. The core cycled faster than he'd ever witnessed, the quickly beating whoom-whoom reverberating off the walls with increasing intensity.

Confusion colored Kosinski's voice. "What are you doing?" he asked urgently.

The Traveler, his hands still on the console, began to fade from view, his form becoming ghostly and translucent as if phasing out of reality itself.

The inertial dampeners, designed for the extremes of regular space travel, were overwhelmed by the incomprehensible increase in speed. The Enterprise launched through the Milky Way Galaxy at velocities that defied understanding. Crew members were thrown to the deck, unable to maintain their footing. Only Tyson, with his enhanced strength and foreknowledge of the event, managed to stay upright.

And then, as suddenly as it began, everything stopped.

But this wasn't the gradual deceleration of a starship coming out of warp. It wasn't even the abrupt halt of emergency stops. This was different, more profound. It felt like someone had reached out and manipulated the fabric of time itself.

That was precisely what Tyson's Cosmic Awareness Perk was telling him was happening.

Time was stopped. A message flashed in his HUD.

Drawback: A Simple Re'Q'uest Activated!

The scene in Engineering seemed frozen in time, the chaos suspended in a single stopped moment. At the center of it all stood Q, his presence both incongruous and fitting. He loomed over the Traveler's shoulder with a bemused expression as he observed the alien's intense concentration.

"Don't worry," Q said, "he can't perceive what's happening between us. He's too busy for that now."

"I didn't think you had a hand in this episode."

"Oh, I don't. I'm just getting dreadfully bored. It seems about time for the midseason shakeup." Tyson raised an eyebrow skeptically. Q's voice took on a defensive tone. "Don't look at me like that. You haven't gotten into any space battles or killed any Sith all month. It's dreadful. Most of these episodes are filler anyway."

A memory tickled at the back of Tyson's mind. "But, when Kirk went past the galactic barrier, they all got psychic powers."

"Yes, it's all quite neat," Q commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Tyson connected dots he hadn't considered before. "You're being quick to dismiss what's about to happen."

"You lack the knowledge for me to explain it completely, but put simply, the manifestations in that galaxy are limited to that galaxy. Anything you created, any powers you manifested would disappear when you returned. There's nothing to be gained. Which is also boring."

Tyson studied Q's face, searching for any sign of deception, but found none. "So since this would just be boring for you and pointless for me, you came to what? Spice things up? Maybe fling us to the Borg early?"

Q's voice took on a tone of mock offense. "Nothing so crass. Come now, Tyson, you know how important that will be. Some things must happen when they're meant to happen."

Tyson tilted his head in acquiescence, his thoughts meandering through the intricate web of Star Trek history. Though Q's capricious flinging of the Enterprise into the Borg's path appeared spontaneous at first glance, it started a cascade of events far too significant to be chance. The ensuing tragedy at Wolf 359 shocked the Federation from their complacency, driving home the terrifying reality of the Borg threat. In marshaling their defenses and creating new combat-capable ships to prepare for the Collective, Starfleet inadvertently prepared themselves for the coming war with the Dominion. And when Voyager was whisked away to the Delta Quadrant, Janeway would deliver crippling blows to both the Borg and Species 8472.

But he forced himself to refocus, pushing aside the spiraling thoughts of Trekkie conspiracy theories. "So what now?"

Q's response was pure theatricality. He tapped his chin with his pointer finger in an exaggerated thinking pose, then raised it in a mock eureka moment. "I've got it," he declared with a flourish. "Since the Enterprise is being sent to another galaxy, that's where I'll send you!"

Episode: Star Trek The Next Generation - Where No Man Has Gone Before Complete!

+50 RP

Reality Points: 450

Q raised his hand, fingers poised to snap, but Tyson interrupted. "Wait!" he cried, hands held up in desperation. "Where are you sending me this time?"

Q hummed. "Good question," he mused. "You've already visited a galaxy far, far away. I could send you off to see how you match up against another Sith... perhaps this one with horns..." His voice trailed off, building suspense. "No. That doesn't feel right. Instead, I'll send you to another Star Trek reality filled with action and… lens flares!"

Tyson's eyes narrowed. He asked cautiously, "Okay… What exactly do you expect me to do there?"

Q's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Do? Why, whatever you want, of course! That's the beauty of it." He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You'll get a new Origin. Will you continue to play the Bad Guy and the Space Pirate? The choice, my dear Tyson, is entirely yours."

"For how long?" Tyson asked.

Q waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, time is such a fluid concept, especially between universes. Let's say... until the movie is over. Or I get bored. Whichever comes first. But until then, your Personal Reality and system choices will be locked to that universe."

Tyson took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "Alright," he said, "I'm ready."

"Excellent! Oh, and one more thing... I'm not going to make this so easy for you. Expect the unexpected. And do try to survive. It would be such a waste if you survived the Sith to get killed by a mere animal."

With those ominous words hanging in the air, Q raised his hand again, and Tyson braced himself. As Q's fingers came together in a snap, the world around Tyson began to blur and shift, the familiar surroundings of the Enterprise's Engineering section melting away like a mirage. The last thing Tyson saw before reality shattered was Q's enigmatic smile and a wink that seemed to contain all the universe's secrets. Then, with a rush of sensation that defied description, Tyson felt himself hurtling through the barriers between universes, propelled by Q's unfathomable power as he disappeared in a flash.

— Star Jumper —

The icy wind lashed Tyson's face relentlessly, jolting him awake with a thousand frigid pinpricks. He blinked hard, eyes struggling to focus against the blinding white expanse stretching endlessly in all directions. Snowflakes danced violently around him, their delicate beauty betraying the harsh reality of his predicament. His breath emerged in ragged white puffs, visible in the freezing air. Turning slowly, he surveyed the bleak, unbroken landscape of ice and snow.

"Where the hell am I?" he muttered through chattering teeth, the shrieking wind nearly swallowing the words.

Tyson willed his Gray Goo Suit to create a helmet around him. Its Spacesuit functionality kicked in to isolate him from the freezing environment. His wide eyes scoured the barren wasteland for any sign of life or shelter. The endless sea of white seemed to mock his efforts, offering nothing but icy oblivion.

Reflexively, Tyson glanced skyward. A large alien planet was visible in the sky. The sight triggered something in his memory, a nagging familiarity he couldn't quite place. He furrowed his brow, forcing his mind to work through the cold.

The Star Trek reboot movie.

The plot rushed through him in a flood of images and dialogue. Nero, the vengeful Romulan, traveled back in time to destroy Vulcan. And the ice planet where young Kirk had been marooned...

"Delta Vega," Tyson breathed, "I'm on Delta Vega."

He looked up at the looming planet once more. If that was Vulcan, still intact in the sky, then he had arrived before its destruction.

There was still time.

[+200 CP] Stranded! (Drawback)

You now start on Delta Vega, a small, mostly uninhabited world near Vulcan. Of Course, near is relative, and you may well be alone in this hostile world until you're retrieved… if you're retrieved.

Character Points: 1600

Tyson browsed his new system options. Q had locked him out of traveling and purchasing options from other realities. He was limited to a new selection, and sadly, the choices weren't that great. There were a few gems, but most of the options weren't worth their cost when compared to the Perks he'd previously purchased. As for his Origins, there were three options, but selecting one wasn't mandatory, as he could default to his previous Origins. But he wasn't sure he wanted to be the Human, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy.

Cadet

Officer

Rogue

[50 CP] Cadet (Origin)

The future belongs to you and your peers. In a few years, you'll likely be able to gain a position in the main fleet.

[100 CP] Officer (Origin)

Someone's got to keep the peace in the galaxy, and as a Starfleet officer, there's no one better equipped.

[150 CP] Rogue (Origin)

Perhaps it was a difference of opinion. Perhaps it was personal. Regardless, you now stand apart from Starfleet and exist as a separate entity. Be warned: They will hunt you.

Looking over the origins, it was clear that the Rogue Origin was based around Khan from the second Star Trek movie in this franchise. Tyson had no interest in paying for the Rogue origin. He was already an Augment, and that Origin discounted was of a major benefit, certainly not to the point that it made the cost worthwhile.

One of the bonuses to having either the Cadet or Officer Origin was that Tyson would automatically be considered part of Starfleet. It would allow him to skip the time of going to the Academy and would make his presence on Starfleet ships more acceptable. But he had to ask himself, was that even what he wanted? He didn't fancy the idea of being assigned a duty shift. There was likely a Perk that would allow him to avoid his duties without penalty, but that would cost him even more of his CP.

[100 CP] Officer (Origin)

Someone's got to keep the peace in the galaxy, and as a Starfleet officer, there's no one better equipped.

[Free] Specialty: Operations (Perk)

You don the famous red shirt and do what's needed… You keep the ship running.

Sub Specialty - Communications: You are highly proficient in managing communications, as well as the decoding of enemy transmissions.

Sub Specialty - Engineering: You keep the ship running. With your strength and knowledge, the core systems of a starship function.

Cross Specialty - Piloting: You have extensive training in maneuvering and piloting starships outside of FTL

Tyson chose Officer and the accompanying specialty of Operations. One perk associated with that branch of specialty was what Tyson really wanted, so he chose it to access those discounts.

[300 CP (Discounted)] Transwarp Beam Equation (Item)

Now this here is an equation that wouldn't see the light of day for some time, normally. Now, it can be used to beam individuals from any place to a ship traveling at Warp. You can use it, though, to beam onto any ship using any means to travel at FTL.

Character Points: 1200

He scanned the description of the Transwarp Beam Equation. No maximum distance was specified, which suggested the range was unlimited. With this equation, he could transport himself onto any ship, regardless of the faster-than-light propulsion system it used, even if it was halfway across the galaxy. The possibilities were endless. Warp drive, hyperspace, quantum slipstream, transwarp conduits, it didn't matter. As long as the ship was traveling faster than light, he could beam aboard.

This was the real prize.

The 300 CP price tag was steep, but considering what he was getting for his points, it seemed worthwhile. Not only would he gain the equation, but for 400 CP total, he would also gain training in a variety of skills and an Officer ranking.

The equation would open up so many new adventures and opportunities. He could pop around the galaxy as he pleased, boarding any ship that struck his fancy. With the Transwarp Beam Equation, there were so many possibilities. Infiltrating pursuing or retreating ships, moving across the galaxy, and reaching events that would have been missed otherwise. That alone made it worth the investment. With his purchases made, the harsh reality of his situation drew his attention. Tyson spoke to Ivy, the VI inside his Gray Goo Suit. "Check sensors and communication channels."

"Scanning complete. Communication telemetry indicates there's a Starfleet observation post approximately 8 miles from our current position. I've set a waypoint for navigation." Tyson nodded, relieved to have a destination. However, Ivy's next words were troubling. "Tricorder readings indicate a large creature moving towards our position. The current distance is 350 meters and closing rapidly."

Tyson spun around, his eyes scanning the white expanse in the direction Ivy indicated. At first, he saw nothing but swirling snow. Then, a dark shape emerged from the whiteout, growing larger with alarming speed.

As the creature drew closer, Tyson's memory kicked into overdrive. Delta Vega was home to several aggressive species, and the beast charging toward him on all fours with long, powerful strides matched the description of one such predator.

"Ivy, can you identify the creature?" Tyson asked, his body tensing for action.

"Based on available data, the creature appears to be a Hengrauggi," Ivy replied. "A predatory species native to Delta Vega. Highly aggressive, with a powerful bite and excellent tracking abilities."

Tyson assessed the rapidly approaching Hengrauggi. The Gray Goo Suit should be able to protect him.

"We don't have access to the Perk options from other realities, but do we still have access to the Personal Reality options?"

"We do, boss," Ivy confirmed.

A glimmer of an idea sparked in Tyson's mind. "Wasn't there a zoo option?"

"You want to capture that?"

He couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice. "Look at it, it's like someone crossed a dinosaur with a Predator. It has to be thirty feet tall."

"There is an option for a Mystical Menagerie," Ivy offered.

"That's the one," Tyson said, his plan crystallizing. "Ivy, give my boots small spikes, like a sprint shoe."

Without waiting for a response, Tyson turned and started running. Since becoming an Augment, he hadn't truly tested his physical capabilities in a maximal activity like weightlifting or sprinting. Now, he pushed his body to its limits.

"Ivy, distance?" Tyson called out, curious about his performance.

"You're matching its pace," Ivy reported. After a brief pause, she added, "Correction, now you're outdistancing it."

A smile spread across Tyson's face as he realized the extent of his physical abilities. And he could be so much faster if he used the Force. Now outpacing the creature, he mentally navigated through the menu.

[200 RP] The Mystical Menagerie (Personal Reality)

During your adventures you will undoubtedly acquire a plethora of animals, be they pets, mounts, or livestock. Unfortunately, such animals need space... often a great deal of it. Well, this improvement provides your Personal Reality with a nearly perfect place for each of them to go and a steady supply of feed and drink. Each animal receives a spacious living area in your Menagerie, something large enough and varied enough that they'll be able to exercise and amuse themselves. While this area is not boundless, and it cannot be used for storage or exploited for resources, it will mimic their natural environment and can cover dozens or hundreds of square kilometers. Multiple animals can share an environment if they, in fact, can share an environment. The area of your Menagerie is completely separate from the rest of your Personal Reality, but you start with 10 environments, each of which is roughly the size of Portugal.

Reality Points: 250

Ahead of him, a cave within a cliff came into view. The entrance was just large enough for the Hengrauggi to fit through. Tyson focused his energy on creating a portal over the opening. By the time he reached it, the portal had expanded to accommodate the massive creature.

The Hengrauggi charged through, its momentum carrying it forward without realizing it had entered a portal. The snowy, cold landscape matched Delta Vega perfectly, providing a seamless transition for the unaware predator.

Tyson continued running with the Hengrauggi still in pursuit. He opened another portal ahead of him, this one just large enough for his own body to fit through. With a final burst, using the Force to enhance his speed, Tyson dove through the opening, emerging back onto the icy plains of Delta Vega.

As soon as he was through, Tyson closed the portal behind him, leaving the Hengrauggi trapped in the Mystical Menagerie.

"Congratulations," Ivy chimed in, "You've got a Predator-dinosaur pet in your Personal Reality."

"Thanks for the help, Ivy. That was fun."

The rush of the chase, combined with the successful capture of such a magnificent beast, left him feeling invigorated. The Mystical Menagerie was more than just a simple zoo. It was a carefully crafted environment designed to house and care for creatures of various environments. Tyson knew that the Hengrauggi would be well-cared for in its new home, with all its needs met and plenty of space to roam.

While spending most of his RP to capture the formidable creature might not have been practical.

Fuck it.

The system had an optional Perk for Beast Control. He didn't have access to it right now, nor did he plan on purchasing it, but if he did in the future, he had a beast.

"Ivy, let's get moving towards that observation post. And keep an eye out for any other interesting local wildlife. Who knows what other fascinating creatures we might come across?"

Tyson had barely taken a step when Ivy said, "Actually, there's another lifeform within the cave. Humanoid. Vulcan."

Tyson froze mid-stride, his eyes widening in disbelief. A Vulcan, here on Delta Vega? The pieces began to fall into place. He turned and made his way back to the cave entrance. The wind howled around him, driving icy particles against his suit, but he barely noticed. His focus was entirely on what, or rather who, he would find inside.

The cave was deeper than he had initially thought, stretching back into the rocky hillside. "Hello?" he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "Is anyone there?" For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows. He recognized the familiar features, aged but unmistakable.

It was Spock. But not the young, conflicted Spock of this time. This was the future Spock, his face lined with the wisdom of a long, eventful life. Intellectually, he had known that he might encounter this version of Spock on Delta Vega, but seeing him in person was something else entirely.

"Greetings," Spock said, his voice carrying the same measured tone that Tyson remembered from Star Trek episodes and movies. "I must admit, I did not expect to encounter anyone else in this inhospitable place."

"Neither did I," he replied, then added, "I'm Tyson."

"I am Spock," the Vulcan said, though he offered no further explanation of his presence or his origins.

There was no hint of recognition in the Vulcan's eyes, no indication that he knew who Tyson was or why he might be there. This was curious, to say the least, given that Spock came from the future. Tyson thought there might be some level of familiarity.

"You don't recognize me?" he asked.

Spock's brow furrowed slightly, the only outward sign of his confusion. "Should I? I apologize, but I have no recollection of ever meeting you before."

If Spock had come from the late 2380s, he should have known of Tyson. Unless, for some reason, he wasn't noteworthy in the future. More likely, this Spock might be from a future where Tyson had never arrived on the Enterprise.

"I see," Tyson said, trying to gather his thoughts. "And you're here because of Nero, right?"

At the mention of the Romulan's name, Spock's posture stiffened almost imperceptibly. "You are aware of Nero?" he asked.

Tyson nodded, realizing he needed to tread carefully. He didn't want to reveal too much about his own knowledge of future events, but he also needed to establish some level of trust with Spock if they were going to work together.

"I know that he's a threat," Tyson said carefully. "And I know that his actions have... already had significant consequences for this timeline."

Spock studied Tyson for a long moment, his dark eyes seeming to peer into Tyson's very thoughts. Finally, he spoke. "Your knowledge of these events is... unexpected. Perhaps you could explain how you came to be here and how you are aware of Nero's existence?"

"I was brought here by an entity known as Q," Tyson began. I'm unsure if you're aware of the being, but I'm here to help if I can. I know what Nero plans to do, and I want to stop him."

"Your presence here is most unusual," he said, "as is your knowledge of events yet to unfold. However, given the gravity of the situation, I believe it would be logical to accept your offer of assistance."

He had managed to gain Spock's trust, or at least his willingness to work together. Now, he needed to figure out how to stop Nero and save Vulcan.

"We should make our way to the Starfleet outpost nearby," Tyson suggested, "It's about eight miles from here. We might find resources there that could help us, and it's a good starting point to formulate a plan."

"Your suggestion is logical. The outpost may provide us with communication equipment and possibly transportation off this planet."

Tyson glanced towards the cave entrance, where the howling wind served as a reminder of the harsh conditions outside. "It's going to be challenging," he admitted. "The weather out there is brutal."

Spock extinguished the dying embers of his small fire. "I am familiar with the climate of Delta Vega. While it is indeed inhospitable, it is not insurmountable. We must simply be prepared."

As Spock gathered his few belongings, Tyson took stock of their situation. His Gray Goo Suit would protect him from the elements, but Spock didn't have the same advantage.

"Spock," Tyson began, "my suit provides complete protection against the cold. Do you have adequate gear for the journey?"

The Vulcan straightened up, a small pack now slung over his shoulder. "I have thermal gear," he replied, "though it is not ideal for extended exposure to Delta Vega's climate. However, I believe it will suffice for our journey to the outpost."

"If you need any assistance during our trek, please don't hesitate to ask," he offered.

"Your concern is noted," Spock said, "Shall we proceed?"

With a nod from Tyson, they made their way to the cave entrance. As they stepped out into the swirling snow, Tyson couldn't help but marvel at the surreal nature of his situation. Here he was, on a frozen wasteland of a planet, about to embark on a perilous journey with one of the most iconic characters in Star Trek history.

"I've plotted the most efficient route," he told Spock, raising his voice to be heard over the wind. "We should be able to reach the outpost in about three hours if we maintain a steady pace."

Spock nodded, pulling his thermal hood tighter around his face. "Lead on, Mr. Tyson."

As they set out across the frozen plains, Tyson kept a watchful eye on their surroundings. The encounter with the Hengrauggi was still fresh in his mind, and he knew there could be other dangerous creatures lurking in the snow-covered landscape. For the first hour of their journey, they trudged through the snow in relative silence. The wind howled around them, driving icy particles and obscuring visibility. Tyson was grateful for his suit's protection, but he could see that Spock was struggling more with each passing minute.

"Spock," Tyson called out, slowing his pace slightly to allow the Vulcan to catch up. "How are you holding up?"

"I am... managing," the Vulcan replied, his breath visible in the frigid air. "The cold is... more intense than I anticipated."

Tyson frowned. He knew Vulcans were adapted to a hot, desert climate, making this frozen wasteland particularly challenging for their species. "I have something that can help," he said, "It might seem a bit... unusual, but I assure you it's safe."

"I am open to any suggestion that might improve our current situation," he replied, his voice strained from the cold.

With a thought, he opened a small portal in front of him, just large enough to reach through.

"Fascinating," Spock murmured, his scientific curiosity momentarily overriding his discomfort.

Tyson's hand disappeared into the portal, rummaging around for a moment before withdrawing. In his grasp were two objects: a helmet and a matching belt.

"Here," Tyson said, holding out the items to Spock. "Put these on. They'll protect you from the cold." Spock hesitated for a moment, his logical mind no doubt trying to process what he had just witnessed. But the biting cold seemed to override any reservations he might have had. With slightly trembling hands, he took the helmet and belt from Tyson. "The belt goes around your waist," Tyson instructed, watching as Spock complied. "Now, put on the helmet. It should seal automatically."

As Spock placed the helmet over his head, there was a soft hiss as it connected with the belt. Suddenly, the helmet and belt began to expand, a material spreading out from both pieces. In a matter of seconds, Spock was encased in a form-fitting suit that covered him from head to toe.

The transformation was remarkable. Where moments ago Spock had been shivering and struggling against the elements, he now stood tall and protected. The suit adapted perfectly to his body, allowing him to move freely while providing complete insulation from the harsh environment.

"Remarkable," Spock said, flexing his fingers and arms to test the suit's mobility. "The temperature regulation is most efficient. And the material... I've never encountered anything like it."

"It'll protect you from pretty much anything an environment can throw at it," Tyson explained.

Spock nodded, his eyes still examining the suit with keen interest. "Your ability to produce such advanced technology seemingly out of thin air is... intriguing. I look forward to a more detailed explanation when time permits."

"For now, though, we should keep moving. We still have a ways to go to reach the outpost."

With Spock now properly protected from Delta Vega's harsh climate, the two resumed their journey across the frozen landscape. The wind continued to howl around them, driving snow and ice through the air, but neither of them felt its bite any longer. As they were making their way along a narrow ridge, Vicky displayed a red dot nearby in his HUD. Then his enhanced hearing picked up a low, rumbling growl, barely audible over the howling wind but unmistakably predatory.

"We're not alone out here," Tyson warned.

Spock's posture immediately tensed, his eyes scanning the surrounding area with laser focus. "What manner of creature do you believe it to be?" he asked, his voice low and controlled.

Before Tyson could respond, a massive shape burst from a nearby snowbank. It was another Hengrauggi, its powerful limbs propelling it towards them with frightening speed.

"Move!" Tyson shouted, pushing Spock towards a nearby outcropping of rocks. They barely made it to cover before the creature's massive jaws snapped shut where they had been standing moments before.

As the Hengrauggi circled their position, Tyson's hand reached behind his back. His fingers wrapped around the hilt of his Lightsaber. He brought it forward, his thumb finding the activation switch. With a distinctive snap-hiss, the lightsaber ignited, its brilliant blue plasma blade springing to life. The sudden appearance of the glowing weapon caused the Hengrauggi to draw up short, its massive body tensing as it regarded this new development with wary eyes.

Spock, who had taken cover behind a nearby rock formation, observed the scene with fascination.

The Hengrauggi's predatory instincts warred with its innate fear of fire, forcing the creature to take a hesitant step back from the lightsaber's superheated plasma.

Tyson held the lightsaber steady before him. The creature's eyes darted between him and the glowing blade.

"That's right," Tyson muttered under his breath, "you don't like fire, do you?"

As if in response to his words, the Hengrauggi let out a low, rumbling growl. Its massive claws dug into the frozen ground, leaving deep furrows in the snow as it shifted its weight from one foot to another. The creature was clearly conflicted, its hunger driving it forward while its fear of the lightsaber held it at bay. He had no desire to harm it if he could avoid it. His thoughts turned to the Mystical Menagerie in his Personal Reality, where he had already captured one Hengrauggi. Perhaps this one could join its kin.

With his free hand, Tyson made a subtle gesture, focusing on creating a portal behind the creature. It started as a small shimmer in the air, barely noticeable against the backdrop of swirling snow. Slowly, carefully, he expanded it, willing it to grow larger without startling the already agitated predator.

As it expanded, Tyson could see glimpses of the snowy landscape of his Personal Reality's Mystical Menagerie beyond.

The Hengrauggi, still focused on Tyson and the lightsaber, remained oblivious to the portal forming behind it. Its massive head swayed from side to side, nostrils flaring as it caught their scent on the wind. A low, rumbling growl emanated from deep within its chest, a sound that Tyson felt as much as heard. With the portal now fully formed and large enough to accommodate the creature's bulk, Tyson took a deliberate step forward, his lightsaber held high. The creature's fear of the lightsaber overrode its predator instincts, and it began to back away. Its powerful legs pushed against the snow, propelling it backward toward the waiting portal. Tyson continued his advance, moving slowly but steadily, herding the Hengrauggi towards its new home.

For a brief moment, the creature stood half in and half out of the portal, its head and forequarters still on Delta Vega while its hindquarters had already entered the Mystical Menagerie. It was a surreal sight, like something out of a bizarre painting.

The lightsaber hummed as he used it to herd the creature, careful not to actually make contact with its hide. The Hengrauggi instinctively retreated further into the portal. He watched as the last of the creature's massive bulk disappeared into the shimmering gateway. As soon as the Hengrauggi was through, Tyson closed the portal with a thought.

Slowly, he turned to face Spock, who was emerging from his shelter behind the rocks. The Vulcan's face was a mask of carefully controlled curiosity and confusion.

"Mr. Tyson," Spock said, "I believe you owe me an explanation. What exactly did I just witness?"

Tyson deactivated his lightsaber, the blue blade disappearing with a soft hiss. He clipped the weapon back to his belt before addressing Spock's question.

"It's a long story, and I'm not entirely sure you'd believe all of it. But the short version is that I have access to some... unique abilities and technologies."

Spock's eyebrow rose even higher if that was possible. "Unique abilities and technologies indeed," he replied, his tone dry. "Your weapon, for instance, is unlike anything I have encountered in my extensive travels. And the method by which you removed the creature from our presence is... most intriguing."

Tyson knew he would have to provide some explanation, but he was wary of revealing too much about his true nature and origins.

"The weapon is called a lightsaber," he explained, deciding to start with the simpler of the two phenomena Spock had witnessed. "It's a plasma blade, contained and shaped by a magnetic field. As for the creature's disappearance..." He paused, considering his words carefully. "Let's just say I have access to a sort of... pocket dimension. A place where creatures like that can live safely, without threatening others."

"Your abilities could prove most useful in our current predicament."

"I hope so," he replied. "But for now, we should keep moving. That creature might have friends, and as much as I'd like to add to my collection, we have a planet to save.

— Star Jumper —

Keenser, their diminutive alien guide, led them through a maze of corridors, each turn revealing more of the outpost's utilitarian design. The air grew warmer as they ventured deeper, the scent of machinery and recycled air replacing the biting cold of the planet's surface. As they rounded a final corner, Tyson's eyes fell upon a disheveled figure hunched over a console. The man's unkempt appearance and the frustrated set of his shoulders spoke volumes about his time on this desolate outpost. Keenser approached, alerting the man to their presence with a series of clicks and whistles.

The man spun around, his eyes widening at the sight of the newcomers. "What? You realize how unacceptable this is?" he blurted out, his accent thick with indignation.

Spock Prime's eyebrow rose slightly. "Fascinating," he murmured, his tone carrying a weight of recognition that Tyson couldn't quite decipher.

The Scottish man launched into a tirade, his words tumbling out in a rush of pent-up frustration. "Yeah, I'm sure you're just doing your job, but could you not come a wee bit sooner? Six months I've been here, living off Starfleet protein nibs and a promise of a good meal. And I know exactly what's going on here, okay. Punishment, isn't it? Ongoing, for something that was clearly an accident."

Tyson watched the exchange with growing fascination. Even if he hadn't known the man because of the plot he now found himself in, he might have been able to identify Montgomery Scott, the future Chief Engineer of the Enterprise, by his accent. Seeing him here, in this dingy outpost, was like watching the script unfold before his eyes.

Spock Prime's calm voice cut through Scott's rant. "You are Montgomery Scott."

"Aye, that's me," Scott confirmed, "You're in the right place. Unless there's another hard-working, equally starved Starfleet officer around."

Keenser piped up with a single word, "Me."

Scott rounded on his alien companion, exasperation clear in his voice. "Keenser, shut up! You don't eat anything. You can eat like a bean, and you're done. I'm talking about food. Real food." He turned back to the newcomers, a hint of hope creeping into his voice. "But, you're here now, so thank you. Where is it?"

Tyson watched as Spock Prime steered the conversation towards Scott's work on transwarp beaming. The engineer's eyes lit up as he recounted his "little debate" with his instructor, his hands gesticulating wildly as he explained his theory.

"I told him that I could not only beam a grapefruit from one planet to the adjacent planet in the same system, which is easy by the way, I could do it with a lifeform," Scott boasted, his chest puffing out with pride. Then, his expression fell slightly. "So, I tested it on Admiral Archer's prized beagle."

A moment of silence fell over the group. Scott's face contorted with a mixture of guilt and lingering scientific curiosity. "I don't know what happened to that dog," he admitted. "I do feel guilty about that."

"What if I told you that your transwarp theory was correct? That it is indeed possible to beam onto a ship that is traveling at warp speed?" Spock posed.

Scott's jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief. "I think if that equation had been discovered, I'd have heard about it."

"The reason you haven't heard about it, Mister Scott, is because you haven't discovered it yet."

"I'm a, uh, what... Are you from the future?"

"Yes."

Scott's face lit up with childlike wonder, his earlier frustrations momentarily forgotten. "Well, that's brilliant," he exclaimed, then paused as a new thought occurred. "Do they still have sandwiches there?"

The group made their way to the outpost's transporter area, a shuttle that was mostly disassembled. "Well, she's a wee bit dodgy," Scott admitted, gesturing to the transporter. "Shield emitters are totally bandjacked, as well as a few other things. In you go."

As they prepared to depart, Scott's eyes took on a dreamy quality. "So, the Enterprise has had her maiden voyage, has she? She is one well-endowed lady. I'd like to get my hands on her ample nacelles if you'll pardon the engineering parlance."

Spock Prime moved to the transporter console, his fingers hovering over the controls. "Let me input this formula. When the Enterprise comes into range, we'll be able to transport over to her."

"Wait, allow me." Tyson stepped forward, gently moving aside the older Vulcan. He input the Transwarp Beaming Formula. The screen flickered to life, displaying a complex series of mathematical equations.

Spock Prime leaned forward, his eyes scanning the formula with keen interest. "This formula is slightly different from the one I'm familiar with."

"My own little twist." Tyson adjusted several parameters, the numbers shifting and realigning. "We won't need to wait for the Enterprise to come into range."

"Very well. Good luck, Mr. Tyson."

"Not interested in coming?" Tyson asked, glancing at the elderly Vulcan, noting the subtle shift in his expression.

"I prefer not to interfere any more than necessary."

Tyson turned to Montgomery Scott, who had been watching the exchange. The engineer held up his hands, shaking his head vigorously. "Don't look at me. I want food, but I don't want it that badly." Scott patted the console affectionately. "Beaming onto the flagship while she's at warp is a good way to face a court martial. I'll stay here eating rations. Thanks. Plus, if you're wrong, I don't want to end up like Admiral Archer's beagle."

Keenser, standing in his corner, merely shrugged when Tyson's gaze fell on him. The diminutive alien's expression remained as inscrutable as ever.

"Alright. All me then." Tyson stepped onto the transporter pad. He positioned himself in the center, squaring his shoulders as he prepared for transport. His Gray Goo Suit shifted, matching a Starfleet uniform from this timeline.

Scott double-checked the calculations. "These numbers of yours are pure madness," he muttered, shaking his head. "But they check out, somehow. Ready when you are."

"Energize."

— Star Jumper —

The staff prepared a triage area in the bustling Medical Bay of the Enterprise. The young navigator Chekov's message echoed through the ship's communication system, his Russian accent thick with urgency.

"Our mission is to assess the condition of Vulcan and assist in evacuations, if necessary," Chekov announced.

Medical personnel moved, setting up beds and organizing supplies. The air hummed with tension as they prepared for potential casualties.

"We should be arriving at Vulcan shortly. Thank you for your time," Chekov concluded.

Kirk bolted upright on his biobed, fighting through the sedative's fog. His sudden movement caught Tyson's attention as the captain struggled to stand. McCoy rushed over.

"Jim, I told you to stay d-- good God!" McCoy's eyes widened in shock.

Kirk's hands had swollen grotesquely, nearly double their normal size. The doctor stared at his inflated digits in horror.

"What's this?!" Kirk demanded, his voice tight with alarm.

McCoy grabbed his medical scanner. "I don't know. A reaction to the vaccine. Damnit."

Kirk stumbled to the video monitor, his swollen fingers clumsy as he rewound Chekov's message. McCoy waved his diagnostic tool over Kirk's body, the device chirping ominously.

"Telemetry detected an anomaly in the Neutral Zone. What appeared to be a lightning storm in space," Chekov's recorded voice announced.

Kirk froze the playback, his eyes wild with recognition. He turned to McCoy, urgency written across his features.

"Bones, we have to stop the ship," Kirk insisted.

"You're not allergic to Cardassian vole dander, are you?"

"What? How the hell would I know? Is Uhura on board?"

"You need an antidote, Jim, or you're gonna die," McCoy growled, following Kirk as he lurched toward the door.

They burst into the corridor. McCoy stayed close to Kirk, monitoring his friend's vital signs. "Jim, I'm not kidding, you gotta keep your heart rate down," he warned.

Kirk ignored him. "Computer, locate crew member Uhura."

"I haven't seen a reaction this severe since Med school," McCoy muttered, watching the captain's swollen hands with growing concern.

The computer's calm voice responded, "Lieutenant Uhura is at signals monitoring station twelve, deck four."

Kirk raced through the Enterprise's corridors toward the signals monitoring station, his grotesquely swollen hands throbbing with each step. McCoy followed close behind, medical bag bouncing against his hip as he tried to keep pace.

"You're delusional, you know that," McCoy chastised.

They burst into the signals monitoring station, an enormous space filled with towering steel collector tanks and workstations where crew members diligently gathered data. Kirk's eyes darted around until he spotted Uhura at her station. McCoy seized the moment to catch up, pulling out another hypospray.

"Come here, Jim, don't move," McCoy ordered, jabbing the injection into Kirk's neck.

"Ow! Stop it!" Kirk jerked away from the doctor and rushed toward Uhura's station.

"The transmission from the Klingon prison planet, what exactly did you hear?" Kirk demanded, breathing heavily.

Uhura's eyes widened as she noticed his condition. "What are you doing here? What happened to your hands?!"

Kirk quickly hid his inflated digits behind his back, but as he tried to speak, his words came out garbled and incomprehensible. "Who was it who escaped? What was the ship that was stolen?" His speech grew increasingly slurred with each word. Turning to McCoy in frustration, Kirk attempted to ask what was happening to his mouth, but the words were unintelligible.

"You've got Numb Tongue," McCoy explained, already preparing another hypospray.

"Numb tongue?" Kirk attempted to say, though it came out as meaningless mumbles.

McCoy shook his head. "That's not good. I can fix that."

With his oversized hands, Kirk grabbed a pen and scrawled on a nearby surface. He held up his message to Uhura: "THE SHIP - WAS IT ROMULAN?"

Recognition flickered across Uhura's face as she read the message. She exclaimed, "Yes! Yes. It was a Romulan ship."

McCoy struck again with another injection. "Ow, Damnit!!! Sonofabitch!" Kirk bellowed.

Without waiting for further discussion, Kirk sprinted toward the bridge, with Uhura and an exasperated McCoy following in his wake. The bridge doors whooshed open as they entered, Kirk immediately addressing the captain.

"Captain Pike, Sir, we have to stop the ship!"

Pike turned in his chair, surprise evident on his face. "Mr. Kirk! How the hell did you get on board the Enterprise?!"

McCoy stepped forward, trying to explain. "This man is under the influence of a severe reaction to a vaccine. He is delusional, and I take full responsibility for…"

"Vulcan isn't experiencing a natural disaster. It's being attacked by Romulans," Kirk interrupted, his declaration causing a ripple of tension across the bridge.

"Romulans? Cadet Kirk, I think you've had enough attention for one day," Pike said firmly. "Dr. McCoy, return to medical. We'll have words later."

"Yessir," McCoy replied, chastened.

Spock stepped forward. "As you know, Mr. Kirk is not cleared to be aboard this vessel. By Starfleet regulations, that makes him a stowaway..."

"Yeah, I get it, you're a great arguer, I'd love to do it again with you, too," Kirk shot back. "Try it! This cadet is trying to save the bridge!"

The tension between them crackled as Spock continued, "By recommending a full stop in trans-warp in the midst of a rescue mission?"

"It's not a rescue mission. Listen to me! It's an attack!" Kirk insisted.

"Based on what facts?" Spock challenged.

"Fact: the same anomaly, a lightning storm in space, that we saw today also occurred on the day of my birth, before a Romulan ship attacked the U.S.S. Kelvin." He turned to Pike. "You know that. I read your dissertation. Which was good." The tension on the bridge thickened as Kirk laid out his facts, his swollen hands gesturing emphatically despite their condition. The crew watched with a mixture of skepticism and growing concern as he connected the dots between the Kelvin attack and current events. "Fact: This ship, which had formidable and advanced weaponry, was never seen or heard from again," Kirk continued, his voice gaining strength. "Fact: the Kelvin attack took place on the edge of Klingon space, and at eleven hundred hours last night, there was an escape from a Klingon prison planet, Rura Penthe."

The bridge crew exchanged glances as Kirk pressed on, his intensity drawing them in despite their initial doubts. "Fact: the escaped prisoners were Romulans, Sir, and it was reported that they stole a ship from the prison dock."

Pike's eyes narrowed. "And you know of this prison escape how?"

Kirk's response was wordless but immediate as he pointed to Uhura. The lieutenant straightened under the sudden attention, her composure professional despite the unexpected spotlight.

"Sir, I..." Uhura began, then lifted her chin with certainty. "I intercepted and translated the message myself. Kirk's report is accurate."

Kirk's voice took on an urgent edge. "We're warping into a trap. There are Romulans waiting for us, I promise you that."

All eyes turned to Pike, whose gaze shifted to Spock. The crew held their breath, knowing Spock's next words could either validate or destroy Kirk's credibility. "The cadet's logic is sound. And Lieutenant Uhura is unmatched in xenolinguistics. We would be wise to accept her conclusion."

Pike turned to the Communications Officer. "Scan Vulcan space, check if any transmissions are being made in Romulan."

The Communications Officer shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Sir, I'm... not sure I could distinguish the Romulan language from Vulcan."

Pike's attention snapped to Uhura. "How about you? You speak Romulan, Cadet...?"

"Uhura, Sir," she responded crisply. "All three dialects."

The captain made his decision swiftly. "Uhura, relieve the Lieutenant." He turned to another officer. "Mr. Hannity, hail the U.S.S. Truman."

Uhura moved with practiced efficiency to the communications console, settling into the seat with natural grace. She placed the earpiece with familiar ease, her fingers moving confidently across the controls. The bridge crew watched as she took her place, began scanning for Romulan transmissions.

Then a transporter beam manifested in the center of the bridge.

— Star Jumper —

As the transporter beam enveloped Tyson, the world dissolved into streams of light and energy, his consciousness stretching across space in a way that defied conventional physics. For a brief moment, he existed everywhere and nowhere at once.

Reality snapped back into focus with jarring suddenness. Tyson materialized on the bridge of the Enterprise, immediately finding himself in the middle of a heated confrontation. Captain Pike stood just above the captain's chair, his face tight with tension. A younger Spock stood at his side, and there, standing face to face with Pike, was James T. Kirk, with defiance written across his features.

The bridge fell silent as every head turned toward the unexpected arrival. Security officers reached for their phasers. The air crackled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Security breach on the bridge!" Lieutenant Sulu reported from his console.

Pike sharply ordered, "Stand down!" He recognized the newcomer's uniform. "Who are you, and how did you get aboard my ship?"

"Impossible," Chekov exclaimed from his station, his accent thick with excitement and disbelief. "We are traveling at warp speed!"

"Evidently, it is." Young Spock countered.

Pike's authority filled the bridge despite the confusion of the moment. "I'll ask again. Who are you?"

"Ensign Tyson, sir," he replied.

Pike's eyes narrowed, skepticism etched across his features. "Explain how you managed to beam aboard a ship traveling at warp speed, Ensign."

"I used a transwarp beaming equation developed by a Starfleet officer named Montgomery Scott on Delta Vega. Sir, communication around 40 Eridani A is completely jammed. We have reason to believe that the system is being attacked. Since we couldn't communicate with Starfleet, risking transport onto a vessel at warp nearing the system was our only option," Tyson explained, his eyes meeting Pike's unflinchingly. "The ship was massive."

Before Pike could respond, Uhura's voice cut through the tension. "The other ships are out of warp and have arrived at Vulcan, Sir," she reported. "But we seem to have lost all contact."

"Any Romulan transmissions?"

"Captain, I pick up no Romulan transmissions. Or transmissions of any kind in the area. There seems to be something jamming all communication around Vulcan."

Kirk, who had been watching the exchange with growing urgency, stepped forward. "It's because they're being attacked," he insisted, "Captain. Please."

The bridge crew held their breath, awaiting Pike's decision. Finally, he spoke, ordering, "Shields up. Ready all weapons."

The bridge erupted into action as red alert klaxons blared. Officers rushed to their stations as they prepared for the unknown threat that awaited them.

Sulu's voice announced, "Arrival at Vulcan in five seconds! Four... three... two…"

Time seemed to slow as the Enterprise dropped out of warp. For a split second, there was nothing but the vast expanse of space before them. Then, without warning, the flaming hull of a Starfleet ship came onto the viewscreen, barreling directly toward the Enterprise.

"Evasive maneuvers!" Pike shouted, his voice cutting through the shocked silence that had fallen over the bridge.

"On it, sir." Sulu's hands flew over his console, his face a mask of concentration as he fought to steer the Enterprise clear of the oncoming wreckage. The ship lurched to the side, inertial dampeners straining to compensate for the sudden change in direction.

The flaming hull of the destroyed Starfleet vessel scraped past the Enterprise, taking some of the plating with it.

As the immediate danger passed, the true horror of the situation revealed itself. The space around Vulcan was a graveyard of starships, their broken hulls scattered like discarded toys. Flames flickered in the vacuum of space, fed by leaking plasma and ruptured fuel lines.

And there, dominating the scene of destruction, was a ship unlike anything they had ever seen before. It dwarfed the Enterprise, its design alien and menacing. Massive appendages extended from its main body, giving it the appearance of some monstrous urchin-esque deep-sea creature transplanted to the stars.

"My God," McCoy breathed.

Spock composure remained intact, but there was an undeniable edge to his words as he reported, "Captain, they're locking torpedoes!"

Pike's response was immediate, his years of command experience evident in the crisp, decisive orders he barked out. "Full reverse, come about Starboard ninety degrees! Drop us down underneath them! Prepare to fire all weapons!"

The Enterprise shuddered as it executed the complex maneuver, its hull groaning under the strain. The ship dropped and tumbled in a wild, evasive pattern. The Narada unleashed a torpedo. It streaked through space, a harbinger of destruction aimed squarely at the Enterprise. Time seemed to slow as the crew watched its approach, hearts pounding in their chests.

In a feat of piloting that would have made even the most seasoned helmsman proud, Sulu guided the Enterprise through an intricate series of moves. The torpedo separated, its components passing perilously close to the ship. One piece struck the shields with a resounding impact that reverberated through the hull, while another found its mark on the main dish.

The bridge rocked violently, consoles sparking and crew members struggling to maintain their footing. Sulu announced, "Shields at thirty-two percent! Their weapons are powerful, Sir. We can't take another hit like that!"

Pike's face was a mask of determination as he issued his next command. "Get me Starfleet Command!"

Before anyone could respond, Spock's voice interjected, his tone as level as ever despite the dire circumstances. "Captain, the Romulan ship has lowered some kind of high-energy pulse device into the Vulcan atmosphere. Its signal appears to be blocking our communications and transporter abilities!"

They were cut off and isolated, with no way to call for reinforcements or beam anyone to safety.

"All power to forward shields," Pike ordered, "Prepare to fire all weapons!"

The Enterprise swooped around, its phaser banks lighting up as it unleashed a barrage against the Narada. The massive Romulan ship seemed to shrug off the assault; its shields held strong.

Pike's voice rose above the sounds of battle. "Divert auxiliary power from port nacelle to the shields!"

But his order was cut short, as Uhura called out. "Captain, we're being hailed!"

A moment of stunned silence fell over the bridge. Pike turned to Uhura, his expression a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. He gave a curt nod, signaling her to proceed.

Uhura's fingers danced over her console, and suddenly, the viewscreen flickered to life. The image of a Romulan appeared. There was an air of cool confidence about him.

Tyson, standing amidst the tense atmosphere of the bridge, took in the familiar face on the screen.

Nero.

The Romulan's gaze swept across the bridge. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, almost pleasant, contrasting the destruction his ship had wrought.

The tension on the Enterprise's bridge was palpable as Nero's face filled the viewscreen. "Hello," he greeted with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Pike's response was immediate and professional. "I am Captain Christopher Pike. To whom am I speaking?"

"Hi Christopher, I'm Nero." The Romulan's lips curled into what might have been a smile, though it held no warmth.

Kirk stared at the man on the screen. This was the face of the monster who had murdered his father. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white with the effort of restraining himself.

Pike attempted to defuse the situation. "You've declared war against the Federation. Withdraw, and I'll agree to arrange a conference with Romulan leadership at a neutral local…"

Nero cut him off, his voice taking on a harder edge. "I do not speak for the Empire. We stand apart." His eyes shifted, focusing on a point just beyond Pike. "As does your Vulcan crew member... isn't that right? Spock?"

All eyes on the bridge turned to Spock. The Vulcan's face remained impassive, but those who knew him well could detect a flicker of surprise in his dark eyes. He looked to Pike, who gave a slight nod, granting permission to speak.

Spock addressed Nero, his tone measured and calm. "Pardon me. But I don't believe you and I are acquainted."

A strange expression crossed Nero's face. "No, we're not. Not yet." He paused, letting the words hang in the air before continuing. "I would like you to see something. Spock."

The crew exchanged uneasy glances. Before anyone could interject, Nero turned his attention back to Pike.

"Captain Pike, your transporter capability is disabled. You will man a shuttle and come aboard the Narada for negotiations. That is all."

The transmission ended abruptly, leaving the bridge in stunned silence. The gravity of the situation settled over them like a heavy blanket.

Kirk was the first to break the silence, his words tumbling out in a rush of urgency. "He'll kill you, you know that…"

Spock, in an uncharacteristic display of agreement with Kirk, added his own objection. "Your survival is unlikely. Captain, we gain nothing by diplomacy. Going over to that ship is a mistake."

Pike held up a hand, silencing both of them. "I understand that." He turned to address the entire bridge, his voice ringing with authority. "I need officers who have been trained in advanced hand-to-hand combat!"

Sulu's hand shot up immediately, followed closely by Tyson's. "I have training, Sir!" Sulu called out.

Pike nodded, his mind already formulating a plan. "Then come with me." His gaze swept over to Kirk and Tyson. "Kirk, Tyson, you too. You're not supposed to be here anyway."

He turned to Chekov, the young navigator looking both excited and terrified at being directly addressed. "Radio the engine room and have Engineer Olsen meet us at Shuttle Bay Five."

"Aye, Keptin," Chekov responded, his accent thickening with nervous energy as he hurried to comply.

"Let's go," Pike ordered, already striding towards the bridge doors. They whooshed open, and the selected team followed him out, leaving the rest of the crew to watch.

Reaching the turbolift, Pike turned to face his crew. His voice was steady, betraying none of the anxiety he felt. "Without transporters, we can't beam off the ship, can't assist Vulcan, can't do our job. I'm creating an opportunity. Engineer Olson, Mr. Kirk, Sulu, and Tyson will space-jump from the shuttle. You'll have chutes, you'll land on that machine they've lowered into the atmosphere that's scrambling our transporters and communications, you'll get inside, disable that thing then beam back to the ship." Kirk and Sulu exchanged an incredulous look at the audacity of the plan. Pike continued, his gaze shifting to Spock. "Mr. Spock, I'm leaving you in command of the ship. Once we have transport capability and communications back up, you'll contact Starfleet and report what the hell's happening here."

"Something you've got only a precious few minutes to figure out. If all else fails, fall back and rendezvous with the fleet in the Laurentian System."

Spock's usually impassive face showed a flicker of alarm, but before he could respond, Pike dropped another bombshell. "Kirk. I'm promoting you to First Officer."

The announcement was met with twin exclamations of shock. "What?!" Kirk blurted, while Spock's eyebrows shot up as he questioned, "Captain?"

Pike's voice remained steady, a hint of grim humor in his tone. "While I'm gone, we need to keep the chain of command. And you two make a swell team."

Spock, still struggling to process this turn of events, attempted to rationalize it. "Captain. Please. I apologize, but the complexities of human pranks escape me."

"It's not a prank, Spock," Pike replied. "And I'm not the Captain. You are."

With that declaration, Pike turned, ready to move forward with their desperate plan. Kirk, finally shaking off the shock of his unexpected promotion, asked, "Once we knock out that machine... Sir, what happens to you?"

Pike paused, turning back to face them. Determined but resigned he answered, "I guess you'll have to come get me." Then, with a nod to Spock, he added, "Careful with the ship. She's brand new."

The turbolift doors opened, revealing the bustling activity of the shuttle bay. Chief Engineer Olsen was already there.

The pure audacity of Pike's bravery washed over the team. At that moment, each of them knew they would willingly die for their captain. Pike, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned to Kirk and Sulu with a final command. "Suit up, Gentlemen."

As they neared the shuttle, the reality of what they were about to do seemed to hit them all at once. Pike paused at the shuttle's entrance, turning to face his team one last time. "Whatever happens, I'm proud to serve with each of you. Let's show these Romulans what Starfleet is made of."

With those final words of encouragement, they boarded the shuttle, the door sealing behind them with a sense of finality. The shuttle bay doors opened, revealing the vast expanse of space and the looming form of the Narada.

— Star Jumper —

Tyson

Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy, Officer

Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)

Character Points: 1200, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]

Reality Points: 250

Ship Points: 1700

Credits: 116,450

Status Effects: (none)

Drawbacks:

Gauntlet (Locked)

Ensign Marty Stu

A Simple Re'Q'uest

Hybrid (Betazoid)

Amok Time/Blood Fever

Outlawed

Mary Sue

Perks:

Cosmic Awareness

Out of Nowhere

Going Native

Live and Let Live

This is (Not?) Rocket Science

Kinda Bland

Determinator

Painted On

Snakeskin

Adaptable

Duelist

Master with your Hands

Best of the Best

Everything Is A Weapon

Augment

Force Specialization: Intelligence

Tactical Info

Sever Force

Specialty: Operations; Sub-Specialties (Communications, Engineering, Piloting)

Items:

Laser Blade

Spacesuit

Agony Booth

Cloaking Minefield

Lightsaber

Gray Goo Suit

Transwarp Beam Equation

Companions:

(Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Access Key, Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin:Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation

T'Pol: Access Key

Personal Reality:

Access Key (Additional Keys, Key Link)

Security System

High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic)

Medical Bay (The Nano-Medical Lab, The Bio-Synthesis Lab, Microbiome Replacement Lab)

Housing Complex (Basic Nutrition, Choice Apartments, Who's Got the Powa, Pipes Pipes Pipes)

Playing With Portals (Portal Link, Portal Control Rod, Free Portal)

The Mystical Menagerie

Spaceships:

Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)

Sith Interceptor (Bridge Upgrade)

Automated Repair Station (Ship Size Rating: IV, Station, Bridge, Space Hulk, Artificial Gravity, Cryo-Chambers, Auto-Repair System, Synapses, Distributed, Automated Ship, Analytic Suite, Docking Port, Transporter Room, Matter Printer, Negentropy Reactor, Deflector Shields, Clarketech Module, Production Lines, Hangar, Cargo Bay, Living Quarters)