“Sir, you might want to see this…” An officer said, motioning to the captain of the Enterprise. Captain Kirk raised his eyebrows and approached the screen.
“We seem to have a vessel inbound,” the officer said, scrunching her eyes.
The captain eyed the screen. “That looks like a meteor to me.”
“No, sir, it’s putting off exhaust of some kind and it’s radiating light. It’s definitely something… but it’s tiny. Barely human size.”
“What kind of ship is it, then, if it’s smaller than a single-seater? It couldn’t be… a jetpack? In the middle of a lifeless galaxy, nearly 20 thousand miles from the nearest planet?”
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I’m sure glad I anticipated I’d be tossed into space, because I’d probably be feeling pretty different if I didn’t have a spacesuit, Adam thought, jetpacking his way toward the gigantic spaceship. I’ve gotta make this quick, before Kirk jumps to warp speed… who knows what that would do to the space-time continuum of this world compared to mine? It could end up like Narnia… except when I come out, it could be in a hundred years…
As this thought flashed through his mind: the space-suit, whom Adam had named AL, sounded in his ear:
“Sir, the Enterprise is sounding a warning. If you do not respond, they’ll fire.”
“Good to know, thanks, AL.” The ginger boosted his speed. In moments, gigantic energy cannons began to blast beams of light. Adam had to use every spinny trick he knew to outmanuever the lasers. Before he knew it, he’d flung himself smack dab against the ship with a resounding clunk. It took him several seconds to realize the stars he was seeing were real, and not flashing blurs in his vision from the impact. Finally, he turned to the ship’s hull.
“Alright, AL, turn off the holographic map. I’m gonna have to use the physical one once I get inside.” Adam said, placing hand-made explosive charges. 5…4….3… Go!
The explosion nearly knocked him a clean 30 yards back. Once he flew back into the gap, he hit the emergency button on the inside of the airlock. An energy shield blocked the air from escaping the vacuum so that Adam could take off his suit and take a deep breath of relief.
“Alright, let’s go. Data room, here I come,” the ginger said. He stepped out of the airlock and jogged away.
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Back on the bridge, the officers watched the live camera feed as Adam walked away from the airlocks.
Captain Kirk turned to the officer beside him. “Scotty, grab two of the security team and capture that man.
“Aye, sir.” Scotty responded, leaving the room.
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“Please submit retinal scan & fingerprint identification,” the door repeated infuriatingly.
Adam, having attempted to fake his way in with a voice impersonation, had locked the system out. He felt like grabbing the nearest metal object and hurling it at the door. Surely there’s another way in! Data rooms can get really hot sometimes, so maybe there’s a vent system… He looked up.
“How convenient,” he chuckled. Suddenly, voices sounded from up the hallway.
With a grunt and a barely audible “yeet!” he jumped up to the vent and yanked himself inside. Slowly, he crawled through the labyrinth until he could see the faintly flashing computer terminals. Finally, with the finesse of an 80-year-old carnival orangutan, he flopped into the room.
“Alright, here we are… Logs…data…conclusions…” He said, browsing as quickly as he could. “Surely you have logs of your… ah, here we are… Instance one…” He snapped a couple of photos using his phone.. “I think that’s enough,” the redhead said, turning back toward the vent.
“Yes, I agree, that’s quite enough.” Adam whirled around to the door to see a couple of guys in solid bulletproof-looking vests, phaser weapons, and upset faces. Not to mention Scotty was behind them.
“Take him to the cells. And I’ll take that, too,” the head engineer said, snatching Adam’s phone.
—
This kind of reminds me of when I did that whole Boston Harbor gig… that was fun. Except the cell doors weren’t made out of literal energy beam things.
Suddenly, over the speakers came the Captain’s voice: “Gents, we’ll be moving to warp speed in about five minutes. Make yourselves comfortable.”
Oh, brother… this makes things harder… Adam thought. Guess I’ll have to use this… he grabbed an explosive substance out of one boot and a long string fuse from another. Flipping over the interrogation table, he slid it all the way to the wall and placed the explosives behind it. He trailed the fuse to the other end of the room and struck his knife on the floor to get sparks.
I wonder what my odds are of getting out of here alive… as soon as it flashed across his mind, he grinned, then shouted out loud: “NEVER TELL ME THE ODDS!!”
One of the sparks hit the fuse.
Boom. Explosion. He was out, headed straight for the bridge.
—
“Well, Spock, what was on the device?” The captain queried.
“Honestly, captain, not much. The phone dates to around the 2000’s. There were some downloaded music album called… ‘VeggieTunes,’ and… those pictures he took.”
“What did he take?” The captain questioned, his eyebrows crowding to the middle of his forehead.
“Only some pictures of the logs regarding our instances with time travel,” Spock responded, matter-of-factly.
“But why…” The captain stopped mid-sentence. “Spock… could he be from the 2000’s?”
However, at that moment, his thought was interrupted once again as the double doors opened, and a blur of red hair flew into the room. “Possibly, Captain Kirk!” Adam laughed, screeching to a halt. “Now, if you would be so kind… I’d like the phone back.”
“That information is dangerous! If someone used it in the wrong way…” Kirk began, but Adam cut him short.
“Captain, with all due respect, I’m an expert in the field. Those logs could prove to be very valuable to my scientific research,” Adam responded, with determination.
“Research, you say?” Spock said, standing up. “It seems to me, captain, that he is already an expert in the field. However, if he managed to travel 3000 years into the future… stranger, why do you need our information?”
“Listen, Spock… Just trust me. I need those logs. Our history, it’s not ideal. I could…”
As Adam was about to reveal his master plan, the alarms suddenly blared: “Warp speed in 30 seconds. Please take your seats.”
He knew he wouldn’t have time to convince them. He threw himself at the captain, grappling with him over the phone. Suddenly, the fight became a dogpile of officers. However, after a short scuffle, Adam slid out from the pile of people and stood up. He had acquired the phone and a bloody nose.
“Thanks, Captain. Sorry things turned out this way. You seem pretty cool.” Adam said, pulling a button from his pants pocket and pressing it. And, before the officers’ eyes, he blipped out of their universe.
—
“What happened?” Cara exclaimed. “Your nose… it looks terrible!”
“I got into a fight with Captain Kirk while trying to get some info about time travel. Normal stuff, I’ll be fine. Thanks for asking, though!” Adam said, walking off, and leaving his editor rather confused.
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