You Have GOT To Be Shitting Me
Posted on Fri May 30, 2025 @ 6:54pm by The Doctor & Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit & Lieutenant Commander Miguel Torres & Lieutenant Commander Zachary Addams & Lieutenant Penelope Naroot & Lieutenant JG Shuuri
2,042 words; about a 10 minute read
Mission:
A Lost Endeavour
Location: Victory and Endeavour
Timeline: Confusing
Previously on Star Trek Victory:
“No comms?” Kennit echoed. “Nothing at all?”
"Nothing," Penny said, checking her board. "Total silence, not even background chatter in the distance."
A cold sensation slowly began to work its way up along her spine, a sudden sure realization that things indeed were not at all as they seemed at first glance. Not speaking, the Captain turned and made her way across the Bridge to an open console. Accessing the computer, she pulled up the Victory’s sensor systems and swiftly entered a series of query criteria then tapped the console to set the ship’s sensors and computers to finding the answer she already knew..deep within the recesses of her consciousness.
Looking at the data that appeared on the display, she actually flinched in disbelief. Or was it shock. Perhaps both.
She tweaked the query settings,and ran the analysis again. With the same results. Until just a moment ago, to the current stardate was 78073.6 (January 27, 2401 (Picard era). The current stardate was 866073.6. (January 27, 3189. About 1 year after discovery ended up in the future though I do not intend to have us directly interact with Discovery characters and may not have it there at all. I just mostly want to play with the Emerald Chain a bit.. LOL)
Q had moved both the Victory and the Endeavour 788 years into the future.
Penny watched the Captain's readouts on her station and her blue eyes went wide. "Oh shit," she said.
From behind her came a smug voice. “If you think of the fabric of space/time as a house, then a fixed point would be the foundation and load bearing pillars and walls.”
Kennit turned, her body stiff and tense. Her eyes cold, dark pits of fury as Q continued to speak, completely unbothered by her obvious anger. “You can modify everything else with various degree of difficulty, but cut or remove a load bearing wall and your home will collapse on itself. In this case, rather than a building made of primitive materials I am of course speaking of the fabric of space and time in which this galaxy, indeed this entire dimension exists within.” Q stated.
With a wave of his hand. He kept speaking. “Most changes in time are inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. The timestream can easily adjust when something is changed. For example, you go back in time and say you go back in time chasing after a Borg Sphere which was sent back to try and prevent Zefram Chochran from making his historic first warp flight aboard his Phoenix. The man is an unwitting witness to the brief and fortunately for him (and everyone else) unsuccessful attack because you gave chase and were able to stop it. Only now, poor Zefram has completely lost all interest in launching his prototype vessel and attempting warp flight. You try to convince him of his place in history, his own destiny for the future of mankind and THAT backfires as well! He tries to flee, and one of your over-eager comrades shoots him with a phaser set to stun. Amazingly enough, this seems to change his mind and off you all go, to ensure that the Phoenix flies on time, that the Vulcans detect the warp signature and all is well. The time stream has effectively reset itself around this singular fixed point in time, and your own future continues relatively unscathed with only a few minor changes which have no real impact on what you consider history.”
Q paused, the well known flair for drama which the Q were so fond of now in full effect. “Some changes, however, have so many consequences that the universe can't easily correct for them. So much relies on things happening exactly that way that if they happen differently almost all of time afterward has to be rewritten. This sort of massive rewrite is very damaging to the fabric of time and has catastrophic consequences for reality. Potentially, the very fabric of the timestream itself could unravel and all of time happens at once. Fixed points are resilient. Time itself shapes events to make fixed points occur. Fixed points are not subject to the observer paradox. All observers have to see them operate exactly as they are. Things beneath the observer's ability to notice can be altered. The act of observing a fixed point does not alter it, but it can make you a part of the event.”
Here Q frowned, now deadly serious. “I have brought you here, to this point in the time stream because the barrier which holds The One imprisoned within the center of the galaxy is growing weaker. Some how The One has found a way to reach at least some small part of himself out through the barrier and is using beings of this time to manipulate time. He’s trying to destabilize the time stream, force time to unravel and for the timestream to be reset. If that happens, he will be freed from his prison and he will destroy this dimension, one galaxy at a time starting with this one. I brought you here, because you know the past. I have been able to give you some protection against temporal eddies so that you can identify changes in the past, people places..anything that is not right will be a clue. A pathway pointing toward The One and his unwitting help. It takes all we have now to hold the barrier strong and keep him imprisoned. You will be on your own, as those here will not be protected from the changes in time as you are. Good luck..”. And with that..he was gone.
LOCATION: Endeavour
Torres, still buzzing from the adrenaline rush of stabilizing the warp core, turned to leave Engineering. He had a ship to run, a crew to reassure, and a whole lot of questions about this strange new future they found themselves in. As he made his way towards the turbolift, a young ensign from the bridge intercepted him, his face pale and his voice trembling.
"Commander Torres," the ensign stammered, "we...we have a situation."
Torres frowned. "What is it, Ensign? Another temporal anomaly?"
"No, sir," the ensign replied, his eyes wide with disbelief. "It's the...the stardate."
Torres's brow furrowed. "The stardate? What about it?"
The ensign swallowed hard. "It's...it's 866073.6, sir."
Torres's mind reeled. He knew that stardate. It was a date far in the future, a date that shouldn't exist for centuries.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The ensign nodded, his face grim. "Sensors confirm it, sir. We're...we're in the 32nd century."
Torres felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He leaned against the bulkhead, his hand gripping the cold metal for support. 788 years. They had been hurled almost eight centuries into the future.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Thank you, Ensign. Keep this information confidential for now. I'll address the crew shortly."
The ensign nodded and hurried back to the bridge. Torres, his mind racing, turned towards Lieutenant Shuuri, who had been observing the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
"Lieutenant," he said, his voice firm, "I need you to come with me to the bridge. We have a lot to discuss."
Shuuri, her feline ears twitching with interest, followed Torres towards the turbolift. As they ascended towards the bridge, Torres could hear the comm officer's increasingly frantic attempts to contact the Victory.
"Victory, this is the Endeavour. Do you copy?"
"Victory, please respond!"
"Breathe, Ensign," Zach's voice said through the doors, although he sounded just as nervous, despite the volume.
Torres strode onto the bridge, his mind awhirl with the implications of their temporal displacement. He took in the scene before him: the bridge crew, their faces etched with a mixture of apprehension and determination, the blinking lights of the consoles, the steady hum of the engines. It was a scene of both familiarity and unsettling strangeness.
Zach immediately stepped out of the command chair, nodding to Torres and moved towards a rear station.
Before he could even utter a word, the operations officer turned to him, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "Commander Torres," he reported, "we have a visual on the Victory. They're... well, they're right where we left them, relatively speaking."
Torres felt a surge of relief wash over him. "Thank the stars," he breathed. "But have we been able to establish communications?"
The officer's expression faltered. "No, sir. We've been hailing them on all frequencies, but there's no response. It's like... like they can't hear us."
Torres frowned. "That's not good. Any theories from Science?"
The science officer, who had been hunched over his console, looked up, his brow furrowed. "It's possible the temporal displacement has affected their comm systems, sir. Or perhaps there's some kind of interference we're not detecting."
Torres nodded grimly. "Keep trying to hail them. Lt. Shuuri take over the engineering station and run a full diagnostic on our own comm systems. I want to make sure we're not the problem."
Shuuri nodded "Yes sir," she was concerned about her companion but turned her mind to the job at hand and started running diagnostics as she was asked. While considering what else had to be done to make sure everything was running as it should.
The results of Shuuri's diagnostics revealed that everything on the Endeavour was working as it should. Before she had a chance to report it the security officer at the Tactical station spoke first. "Captain Torres, it's Captain Kennit."
"Victory this acting Captain Torres have you been having anything strange going on over there?" he asked as an image of the Victory's bridge came to life on main viewer.
Responding to her CEO who was currently aboard the Endeavour, Kennit let out a slightly sarcastic laugh as she answered “Strange? Let’s see.. one of the Q was here, though he appears to have left for the moment. Dr. Anderson is somehow in Sickbay..along with Dr. Addams, and .. it appears Q has tossed us into the future. Just how far, we are still working out the details and confirming so.. no. Just another day as normal.”
Torres stared at the viewscreen, his jaw slack. Kennit's words echoed in his ears, each one a hammer blow to his understanding of reality. Q, temporal displacement, the future... it was too much to process. He shook his head, trying to regain his composure.
"As far as when we are now, it's 866073.6. We're in the 32nd century. My science officer has checked and crosschecked the stellar allignment." He reported to his senior officer.
“That would appear to be consistent with the readings we’re getting over here.” Kennit answered. “Q seems to think the temporal distortions are being generated by someone or.. something here in this time due to what he referred to as a ‘fixed point in time’. For the moment, we hold position here until we can get some sort of idea about just when we are and.. what kind of mess we’re in.”
Torres gave a short, curt nod. "Aye Captain."
"Maintain yellow alert. This far from our own place in time, until we have a better grasp on exactly what we are dealing with, as well as who may or may not be in the area, stay alert and be cautious about any ship which may be detected on sensors."
"Understood." Torres replied.
At that moment, from behind her Kennit heard the turbolift doors opening and to her absolute confusion it was Dr. Addams who stepped onto the bridge and not Dr. Anderson.
Zach cleared his throat and smoothed his uniform, stepping onto the bridge and trying to look authoritative as he walked down to the Captain's chair. "Thank you, Lieutenant, I'll take over for now," he said.
"We've passed through another temporal rift," kennit said as she observed the CMO settle himself into her seat. "Penny.. I need you to get the comms going. There has to be someone out there talking.."
At her seat at the helm, Lt. Naroot began working to get the ship's comm system back up and online as she answered calmly, "Aye Captain."
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