The senior staff need to come up with a solution of how to return to the 24th Century. Clearly, none of us are suitable in the jobs we've found in 2006.
I must admit that being a programme seller at the theatre where 'Hamlet' was playing did me no good.
When I first walked in to the theatre, I said commandingly, "Is this a dagger I see before me?" using my most practiced 'Hamlet' voice.
The manager laughed and said, "No, it's a pile of programmes; get selling!" and thrust them in my arms.
What an amateur! Why couldn't he recognise a true eck-tor such as myself?
Anyway, now all of the senior staff are in San Francisco Park, wondering what we are all going to do next. Data & Worf are still getting some strange looks, although I must admit, some of the citizens in the park look a little weird in their mode of dress.
A representative from McDonald's has just invited us to toss burgers and wash the dishes. We seriously consider this proposal, as our income is rather depleted right now.
As we talk amongst ourselves, we notice that the ground starts shaking; everyone has run off. We probably ought to as well, but see a giant spaceship appear momentarily in the centre before it cloaks itself.
This is a possibilty this might be something to do with us; I don't think it happened every day in 2006.
A man in a silver suit comes towards us and approaches me.
"Captain Picard of the 24th Century Starship Enterprise?"
"Yes." I reply.
We are definately in Twilight Zone territory here.
"I'm Captain Arcada" he continues, "I'm from the Federation Timeship Tempest from the 29th Century. We're here to repair the damage."
"What damage?" I inquire.
"Are you kidding?" he laughs, "The universe has fallen apart since The Federation in the 24th Century started tinkering with time. They shouldn't be doing that for hundreds of years yet. The timestream has collapsed and Earth is dominated by the Borg. We in the Tempest are only protected because we are shielded from time changes."
Just another day at the office for us; it looks like save-the-universe-day is here again. If Wesley was with us, we'd have been back in two minutes.
"Why are the Borg controlling Earth?" asks Riker.
"The Temporal Prime Directive prevents me telling you that, Commander," replies Arcada, "However it is essential that we return you to the 24th Century so that the timeline can be restored to it's correct place."
That means more hard work for us in the future against the Borg. Just what I needed. I think I's prefer selling programmes here with Beverly.
"What about the time machine?" I ask.
"It's essential that it is all destroyed; your generation must not develop it; you are not ready."
We all follow him to the Tempest and it takes off.
In the ship, Arcada has us all in place and issues the co-ordinates for our return. This had better be right; if it isn't, we'll probably end up in the Ice Age.
Suddenly, we are back in the Federation time machine; it is just switched on, but instead of proceding, I switch on the self-destruct and we all run out.
After a massive explosion, all the components have melted away.
Trying to explain to Starfleet why I've destroyed their machine might be a tougher job than trying to get back.
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I'm sure you'll think of something!
Sounds like Insurrection all over again.
At least you didn't have to flip burgers. That's just embarassing for a man of your stature.
I have thoroughly enjoyed hearing of your exploits on earth in the year 2006. Too bad y'all couldn't have landed here in Austin, I would have loved showing you around! Glad that everyone made it back safely and prevented the Borg from taking us over.
Yeah, Austin probably would have been a better place for the crew.
Why do spacepeople from the future always wear silver? I really don't know and was hoping you might.
Gone so soon??
Well, you'll think of something to say to the top brass.
Don't you just hate it when some guy from the future comes in and just starts strutting around like you're an idiot and he's the smarty?
Don't you?
Oddly it depends on where you are on Earth in this Century. New york , West City Metroplis Gotham And LA Have ships appearing above them all the time
Mixing TV shows amongst pop culture. Briilliant.
People from the future wear silver to reflect the massive solar rays that emit from the sun as it's nearing it's burn out in the future. I read a pamplet called, "Your Destructive Future and You," at Gateway 45. Pretty interesting stuff.
Welcome back to your own time, Captain.
I thought people wear silver when they come from the future as all costimes are made out of bacofoil.
The answer I gave Starfleet was, "The Temporal Prime Directive" prevents me telling you. It works every time.
Pieces, thanks for adding me on your list. Great to be there.
Professor, flipping burgers is not something a Starship Captain usually does.
Damn, and I thought JL would really get into flipping burgers too... Morale and stuff?
:)
Hi from Michele's!
something will come to you! :)
happy weekend! here from michele's!
Nice job Capt...I knew you could do it even without Wesley!
I have to say it's a relief to have that time machine destroyed. Look what happened to Sam Beckett.
Good luck with that
Michele sent me :)
Thanks for stopping by today - I love company - other than Yoda, Obi and Jaba. :) see you around and good luck getting back.
Maybe try the dumb-blonde approach: "Uh, sorry I blew up your time thingy. It clashed with my leotard." or the philosophical approach: "What is time? Before long it all is time. We are time. I have no time." or the blame game: "The Klingon did it." or perhaps ignorance is bliss: "What time machine? I never got a time machine! What are you talking about????"
Hope I've helped. :)
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