Chapter 11

"So to summarize, you are in Starfleet, were transporting back to your ship the original USS Enterprise and rematerialized on this ship in this time period?" The First Officer questioned.

"These are the events as they unfolded," Varel replied, sounding coolly logical.

"Sir, I have investigated the transporter system and conferred with many specialists, including Mister Data, and there is no way we can fix the transporter to try and transport them back to the twenty-third century. Even if there was a way, I would be hesitant to do so as it would be extremely risky." The Transporter Chief stated. "Captain, it is my recommendation that they be taken onboard the ship, brought up to date on our technologies and alliances, and become members of this crew."

"All in favour," the captain asked. Almost all the senior officers raised their hand in agreement. "I concur. Number One, show our, new officers, to their quarters."

"Aye, sir." The First Officer led us out of the room. "I'm Commander William Riker, second in command."

"I'm Cadet Alexander Drakenfleur and these are Cadet Varel and Ensign Sarah Bell." Alex introduced us.

"Ensign, do you mind sharing quarters with a cadet?" The First Officer asked me. I would have laughed out loud, except of course, he didn't know anything about us.

"Of course not. Actually, Varel, Alex, and I are friends," I told him.

"Well, that's good. Your quarters will be down this hall, fifth door on the left. Mister Drakenfleur, if you would follow me, please." I tried not to laugh at how the First Officer pronounced Alex's name. It wasn't Drake-in-flair. It was Drak-en-fler.

"Sir, if I may ask, how will we be, well, brought up to date. After all, we're a little outdated, being from the twenty-third century and all." I asked curiously.

"You'll have access to the computer. I'll send Lieutenant LaForge to your quarters to brief you. If you have any questions, let him know." Riker answered.

"Aye, sir." I replied. Varel and I entered our new quarters, I somewhat cautiously. "Well, this is nice." And it was. Actually, it was fairly similar to the quarters I had on the, well, other Enterprise. Suddenly, I was filled with a longing to return to that ship. My room, my other friends, the crew. I found that I even missed the Vulcan science officer, Mr. Spock. Pavel Chekov, the young navigator who I was just beginning to become friends with, or perhaps it was more. Either way, I'd never find out now. They were probably all dead by now. "Computer," I said softly.

"Working," it replied.

"Find all data on crew of USS Enterprise under command of Captain James Kirk. Compile list and print. In particular: Captain Kirk, Commander Spock, Lieutenant Commander McCoy, Ensign Chekov, Lieutenant Sulu, Commander Uhura," I paused, "Ensign Bell, Cadet Varel and Cadet Drakenfleur."

"Working," it stated again, "Kirk, James T. Dead. Promoted to admiral, demoted, lost in space. Presumed dead.

Spock. Promoted to captain of the Enterprise. Left Starfleet circa 2290. Help unify the Federation and Klingon Empire as allies. Status: alive.

McCoy, Leonard H. Promoted to admiral. Medical officer. Status: alive.

Chekov, Pavel A. Promoted to admiral. Status: alive.

Sulu, Hikaru. Promoted to captain of Excelsior. Has received honours from Starfleet as one of the finest. Status: alive.

Uhura, Nyota. Teacher at Starfleet Academy. Status: alive.

Bell, Sarah. Varel. Drakenfleur, Alex.

Assigned to USS Enterprise.

Status: Missing In Action. Presumed dead."

"Off," I said softly. Someone buzzed to come in. "Enter," I said quietly, but clear enough for the computer to respond.

"Hi. I'm Lieutenant LaForge. Commander Riker said you needed a little briefing on what's going on." The man said. He paused, then: "This is my VISOR. I'm blind, so it lets me 'see' the electromagnetic spectrum."

"Sorry," I blushed. "Was it obvious?"

"Not really. But these things were only invented twenty or thirty years ago." Lieutenant LaForge smiled. "Not your fault." He proceeded to 'brief' my friends and I, which was more like a history lesson covering one hundred years. "Now, let's update your uniforms." He went to the wall and programmed the computer. "Ensign what's your size?"

"Um, small." I thought. "Unless they've gone and changed how people size clothing."

"Extra small," Varel said.

"Men's large," Alex smirked at me. How he could possibly laugh at this, I don't know.

The commander ignored our sparring and replicated the necessary clothing. I was happy to see that women were no longer required to wear those awful miniskirts. I went to the inner room and happily slid into the jumpsuit. Varel followed and I assumed Alex was in the restroom. When we went back to the outer room, Alex was speaking to Lieutenant LaForge.

"Alright then. I'll leave you to get settled. Feel free to talk to the crew. I'm sure they'll be happy to answer any questions you have, and they just might ask a few in return! I have to get back to my bridge post." LaForge waved and walked out the door.

A/N: For the most part, the part about the TOS crew is accurate. However, I have invented some fictitious details. This website is fantastic:

/wiki/Portal:Main

A/N: Now, to integrate these 23rd century people into the 24th!