Fox's Trek fanfic MSTed (3 of 5)
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> Tom: Was he going after someone or is he the one being chased after this
> time.
> President: Rogers disappeared during a routine patrol flight. Your mission
> is to enter the wormhole that
> is still open over the Nevada desert and find Steve Rogers.
> Tom: How do I know I won't end up in the past again or even what period of
> time Rogers is in?
> President: We sent small remote-controlled observation planes into the
> wormhole to see if it went into the
> past, the theory being that we would find them somewhere on our soil. As it
is
> we didn't find the planes
Crow (as President)): "The possibilty that these drones might be shot down or
land in some other country was discounted as just too inconvenient."
> As
> for Rogers we told him if any thing like this happened again he was to leave
> a distinctive mark on a tree
> by the White House if he was sent into the past. No such mark appeared.
Crow: "So, he *didn't* whiz on a tree in the past?"
Tom: "Maybe it was just too difficult to undo his poopie-suit."
> Tom: What type of plane will I be flying?
> President: The F-14 Tomcat C.
> Tom: What was Rogers flying?
> President: Same type of plane.
> Tom: Well I better be off.
> President: Godspeed to you.
(all, singing): "And to you your ten-speed, too!/And may God bless you
and send you some crappy films to riff/May God send you crappy films to riff!"
> Tom: Thanks, Good-bye Mr. President.
> (Tom Cox goes out to the airfield gets into one of the planes and flies off)
Mike: "..The handle."
> (The Enterprise, 2374)
> (We see Picard, Riker, Worf, Geordi La Forge, Beverly Crusher, Deanna Troi,
Mike: "...Stoats, goats, walrusseses, rhinococorosseses, a tweety bird..."
> Data, and Steve Rogers
> seated around a large conference table)
> Riker: Let's see if I have this straight, you say you're from the very
> beginning of the twenty-first century,
> Quite frankly I find all of this kind of hard to believe.
Mike: "Why? Trek has done several time-travel stories."
> Rogers: You find this hard to believe, I find it hard to believe it is
> possible to travel faster than light.
> Riker: Deanna what is your take on all this.
Crow: "About 4 per-cent."
> Deanna Troi: I am convinced that Captain Rogers honestly believes he is from
> the early twenty-first
> century and has no clue how he got here.
Crow: "He's not the only one without a clue."
Tom: "You said it."
> Riker: Thank you Deanna.
> Over Intercom system: Captain Picard another ship with the same
> configuration as the first one has
> appeared in front of us.
> Picard: I'm on my way to the bridge. Riker, Worf, Data, La Forge, and
> Rogers with me.
Mike (as Picard): "Beverly and Deanna, you two discuss knitting or
something."
> Rogers: Um, why me, sir.
> Picard: If this Tomcat is also from the twenty-first century we need someone
> they know to calm them
> down.
> (Enterprise Bridge)
Crow: "Is that different from contract bridge?"
Mike: "I think is uses modified Fizzbin rules."
Crow: "Thank you for the unnecessary call-back."
> (We see on the viewscreen a small view of an F-14 Tomcat)
> Rogers: Could you enhance and enlarge the image so I can see the markings on
> the wings.
> Data: Enhancing
> (We see the image grow bigger until the fuselage and one wing fill the
> screen)
> Rogers: This is Tom's plane.
> Picard: Tom who?
Mike: "Tom Mix?"
Crow: "Tom-Tom, the piper's son?"
Tom: "Tom Ser- ...No! No, I'm *not* gonna go there!"
> Rogers: Tom Cox, he went in after me in `Nam.
> Data: The Vietnam War took place in the 1970's you would have been too young
> to have been in it.
> Rogers: It's a long story.
Tom: "And our winner for 'Understatement of the Year' is..."
> (In the second F-14)
> Tom: What the hell? I have stars above me, stars to the left, stars to
right,
(all): "Stand up! Sit down! Fight, fight, fight!"
> stars below me, stars behind
> me, and stars in front of... What is that?
Tom: "So, it's ... 'full of stars', then."
Mike: "Yes, it's ... 'full of stars'."
> (From Tom's viewpoint he is looking at the Enterprise head-on)
> (Suddenly his radio crackles with static)
> Picard: FoxTrot, this is the NCC 1701-E USS Enterprise,
> Tom: How the hell do you know who I am?
> Picard: We have a friend of yours on board.
> Tom: Let me speak to him.
> Rogers: Hello, Tom
> Tom: Rogers, Thank God I found you now come on we have to get back to Earth.
> Rogers: It's not that easy, Tom. The wormhole doesn't have an entrance on
this side.
Tom: "Whoa! I think we're gettin' into a wierd area..."
> Picard: Mr. Worf grab him with a low-intensity tractor beam before he runs
> into us.
> (A green beam reaches out and grabs the F-14)
> Tom: The hell?!
> (Tom attempts to start his engines, but they don't work)
Tom: "RRR-RRR-rrrr-rrrr ...RRR-RRRrrrr..." (and assorted other faulty engine
sounds)
> Tom: The hell? Why don't my engines work, Picard?
> Data: Captain Cox, You are in space where there is no atmosphere for your
> engines to draw the required
> air to operate them.
Crow: "He's surrounded by stars but can't figure out that there's no oxygen
for his engines."
> Rogers: We may want to bring him in now before he runs out of air out there.
> Picard: Right, Mr. Worf guide Captain Cox's plane into the main shuttlebay
> next to Captain Rogers'
> plane.
> Worf: Yes sir.
> (Washington DC Nov. 1, 2000)
> Presidential Aide: Mr. President there's a call for you from a General
> McDougal of the Air Force.
> President: Thank you, Hello.
> General: Mr. President I regret to inform you that the wormhole over the
> Nevada desert closed shortly
> after Captain Tom Cox went through. This means that our two best pilots are
> now hopelessly lost in
Crow: "...Space."
> time.
Crow: "Oh."
> President: I wouldn't write them off just yet.
Tom: "Hell, I would!"
Mike: "Yeah, me too! Then we could go home early for once!"
> General: May I ask why Mr. President?
> President: They're men that don't die very easily.
Mike: "Or cleanly."
Crow: "Or quietly!"
> (Deep Space 2374)
> Captain's Log, Stardate 45824.4: We have picked up two F-14 Tomcat fighter
> pilots and their planes who
> claim to be from the year 2000. Counselor Troi has told me that she
> believes they are telling the truth as
> far as they know. They claim to only want to be returned to their time
> period how we can do that without
> compromising the Prime Directive
Mike: "This doesn't have anything to do with the Prime Directive!""
(Tom and Crow look at Mike)
Mike: "The Prime Directive covers only newly-discovered sentient races and
states that their normal development-"
Tom: "Mike? Mike?"
Mike: "...Yes?"
Tom: "You're scaring us."
> I have no idea. I have submitted a request
> to Starfleet to travel back in
> time...
Tom (singing): "We're goin'/Back in time!-"
Crow: "I call ‘no Huey Lewis riffs' from now on!"
> (We hear Picard's door beep)
Tom: "Honk-honk!"
Mike: "Auuuooogaaa!"
Crow: "Whooop-whooop-WHOOOP!"
> Picard: Come.
> (Data enters the room)
> Data: Captain my studies indicate there is a way to go back in time by
> slingshotting around the sun at
> high warp.
Crow: "Oh, c'mon! Picard would've studied that in his first year at the
Academy!"
> If you want I could make the preparations and calculations now.
> Picard: That would work but what could we do to stop the 21st century
> governments on Earth from seeing
> us?
> Data: We could have Commander La Forge construct a cloaking device for us
> to use so their culture will
> not be contaminated.
(all): "Too late!"
> Picard: Wouldn't that violate the treaty of Algeron with the Romulans?
Tom: "Well, it might be unfairly compared to 'Flowers for Algeron'..."
Mike: "And it could infringe upon copyrights held by Algeron Huxley..."
> Data: If we do not turn on the cloaking device until after we go around the
> sun it would not violate the
> treaty in that for the time period we would be in the treaty would not exist
> yet
Crow: "This is that whole 'this week was next week last week' thing all over
again."
>. However, I believe we
> should give our guests a choice on whether or not they wish to return to
> their own time. If they do not
> wish to return to their time than we could let them walk around the ship.
> Picard: Wouldn't that violate the Prime Directive by not returning them to
> their time?
Mike (vehemently): "NO! It has nothing to do with the Prime Directive!"
Crow: "Damn, Mike! Switch to decaf!"
> Data: I looked up the careers of the two pilots. According to our sources
> Tom Cox is destined to
> disappear during the Third World War, most likely shot down, and Steve
> Rogers was listed as killed in
> action during a classified mission that started on November 1st, 2000.
Crow: "So these two are the equivalent of Starfleet security personnel!"
> Picard: Isn't that the day they say they came from?
> Data: Yes, it is.
> Picard: Do you have any more information on them?
> Data: I pulled their entire career folders.
Mike: "All two pages of it."
> Captain Steve Rogers graduated
> 2nd in his class at the Top Gun
> academy on Earth. He then led a distinguished career until his death near
> the end of the Third World
> War. Captain Tom Cox graduated from the Top Gun Academy 1st in his class
> the same year as Rogers.
> Captain Rogers led a distinguished career that ended with his death on Nov.
> 3 2000 during a classified
> mission. Tom Cox was listed as Missing In Action until Nov. 3 2000 when he
> returned to duty after some
> classified mission.
Crow: "Isn't that completely reversed from what he stated a few minutes ago?"
Tom: "I think so, but I gave up trying to follow plot-flow after 'Red Zone
Cuba'"
> Strangely, when I tried to get that information I was
> told it to was still classified at
> such a high level that not even the Commanding Admiral of Starfleet has
> access to it.
Tom: "Oh, I don't think so..."
> Picard: How strange, those files must in some way be related to Rogers and
> Cox being onboard the
> Enterprise.
> Data: The files are due to be declassified in three days. We will be able
> to view them then.
Crow: "Wait a minute! These files have been classified literally for
centuries, but Data just happens to look them up a mere three days short of
their clear date?"
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