The wrong Enterprise (open)

[tript]

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."

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[tript]

Trip's eyes lit up. It made it look like he was happy about the engines being damaged - in reality it was the idea of them needing his help. "I can do that." He had a swig of his beer. "They might put me to work on some insignificant systems, but I'll learn how the engines work on this ship."

[dresdensluck]

"Like I said. check in with the crew. It might take a little time to, you know, verify you are who you say you are, but that should be all it takes."

Harry smiled at the man.

[tript]

He nodded and smiled in return. "To work," he said, holding his glass up in a toast. "And beer."

[dresdensluck]

"To work! And to beer." Harry laughed. Maybe this guy would do well here. Harry would keep his eyes open, and try to help when he could. But it looked like this one was ready to go.