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The wrong Enterprise (open)
Anyone familiar with the history of Starfleet - at least when it came to uniforms - would recognise that the man who appeared in Ten Forward was from two hundred years ago. His uniform was a lot like a blue boiler suit, with red stripes, three pins denoting his rank of Commander, and a lot of pockets.
Commander Charles Tucker III was confused. A moment ago he'd been on Enterprise and now he was somewhere else. It looked like it could be a bar, but the stars outside and the feeling beneath his feet of a warp engine, told him it was a starship. So this was a mess hall, perhaps. He didn't feel like he'd been transported. And if something had wiped his memory his shoulder would have improved. He moved his left arm experimentally in its sling. No, definitely no memory wipe and he'd definitely just been on Enterprise.
Trip unzipped a pocket and came across a hyper spanner. "I wondered where that went," he muttered to himself. He put it back and pulled out his communicator. Flipping it open he said, "Tucker to Enterprise." There was nothing - not even static. It was as if Enterprise was not in range, but if that was the case how did he get here? If only he had two hands free and the right tools, he'd take the communicator apart to check it was working. He tried it again, not really expecting an answer this time. "Tucker to Enterprise."
Commander Charles Tucker III was confused. A moment ago he'd been on Enterprise and now he was somewhere else. It looked like it could be a bar, but the stars outside and the feeling beneath his feet of a warp engine, told him it was a starship. So this was a mess hall, perhaps. He didn't feel like he'd been transported. And if something had wiped his memory his shoulder would have improved. He moved his left arm experimentally in its sling. No, definitely no memory wipe and he'd definitely just been on Enterprise.
Trip unzipped a pocket and came across a hyper spanner. "I wondered where that went," he muttered to himself. He put it back and pulled out his communicator. Flipping it open he said, "Tucker to Enterprise." There was nothing - not even static. It was as if Enterprise was not in range, but if that was the case how did he get here? If only he had two hands free and the right tools, he'd take the communicator apart to check it was working. He tried it again, not really expecting an answer this time. "Tucker to Enterprise."
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He made himself smile and wave, carefully, at the man, making no sudden movements. He could probably take him, but really, who had time for that?
"Hi. Let me guess, you were somewhere else, doing something else, and then there was a big flashy light, and you were here." A deep breath.
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He smiled back, but cautiously. For all he knew this man had brought him here. "How do you know?" His tone had a hint of suspicion in it.
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"Care for a drink, and a run down?" he waved toward a table, thinking maybe this was something that needed more of a tale.
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He put his communicator away as he headed towards the table. "Is this Q a temporal agent?" he asked, picking what seemed like the most important question.
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"As far as we can tell, he likes to make life interesting for this ship, and for people, in general. And by interesting, I mean chaotic. So, he brings people here from across all space and time, from multiple universes, even."
He paused as the waiter came by and ordered a real beer, then paused so Trip could order. "I know this is a lot to take in. It always is. I remember when i first got here, back in February."
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It was probably just as well he'd had some experience of similar happenings. Admittedly, none of them had involved any Qs, and none of it had been done by someone just for the fun of it. "It would have been nice to have had some warning. What if I don't want to be here?"
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he waved a hand toward nearby uniformed crewpeople. "The crew are nice about it, and seem to be trying to help us as much as they can, but it's not exactly on the top of our lists, you know?" Maybe when Harry had been a kid, yeah, but now? No.
"I'm working on getting some lab space set up, so I can run my own studies and experiments and see what I can do to ruin Q's day."
He snapped his fingers, then. "Oh, and security will be around soon enough, to inform you of the minor quarantine. They'll show you guest quarters, and then help you find Sickbay, where they'll make sure you neither die of future plague, nor have brought plague from the past to kill people with. Or any other problems. After that,m you get a more permanent room."
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His beer tasted fine, he found when he sipped it. "I could get used to living on a ship with a bar." Rather than just personal supplies various crew members had secreted back on Enterprise.
"You're a scientist?" That was something at least he could understand without having to get to grips with Q and the 24th century.
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Harry chuckled.
"Not exactly. I'm a wizard. Same field, just from a different perspective."
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But he ran his hand across his face before looking dubiously at the other man. "You telling me magic is real too?"
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Harry chuckled. "Yes. Maybe not where you come from, and maybe not normally here, but when Q brought people from different universes, he brought those rules with us. So I can still do magic."
He concentrated, and then spoke, casting a new spell he had been working on. "Infringis Fuego Minimus" And fire, blue and shimmering, bloomed in a ball shape above his fingers, but cold, and not harmful. Harry held it out for the other man to see, and flicked it into the air, where it hung.
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"Any advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." That would explain it.
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"And that is not the point. The point is, here, a lot of people, from a lot of different places and times are gathered. You'll probably see a lot weirder than that before long."
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"I have seen a lot of different places." He sat back down, now the fire was gone, and sipped at his beer. "And met a lot of different people." Times not so much, but most of the people around here looked human.
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Harry smiled. "Hungry? The replicator here makes a mean hamburger and fries."
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Trip shook his head at the question. "Not really. But you go ahead. I'll stick to the beer." Which he raised slightly, and then had a sip of.
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"So, any questions, in particular?"
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He grinned at the man. "Assuming that is a Starfleet uniform." It was just enough alike the others to make him hope.
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"Probably, if you talk the Captain or the Chief Engineer, they can get you squared away, and maybe working again soon."
Harry nodded. "They might even need your help. The engines were damaged some during that attack I mentioned."
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Harry smiled at the man.
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