Austin Grayson; NCC-1701
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Re: Austin Grayson; NCC-1701--Barriers
Next time...
The final episode of the
GRAYSON ENTERPRISE Saga...!!!!!
Featuring
Frank Grayson
Austin Grayson
Mark Grayson
Romulan Commander T'var
Leonard Jackson
Hank Morton
Reymia Diaz
Lt Commander Nog
Captain Jean Luc Picard
Vice Admiral Janeway
Q
Jennifer Grayson
Lauren
Patrick
Saxon
Liu Fong
Gary Seven
Hyato Tashigawa
Sally Inglehopper
Rayana Jackson
Edwin Inglehopper
Mr. Devon
in essence the whole kitchen sink!!!
Next time...
The final episode of the
GRAYSON ENTERPRISE Saga...!!!!!
Featuring
Frank Grayson
Austin Grayson
Mark Grayson
Romulan Commander T'var
Leonard Jackson
Hank Morton
Reymia Diaz
Lt Commander Nog
Captain Jean Luc Picard
Vice Admiral Janeway
Q
Jennifer Grayson
Lauren
Patrick
Saxon
Liu Fong
Gary Seven
Hyato Tashigawa
Sally Inglehopper
Rayana Jackson
Edwin Inglehopper
Mr. Devon
in essence the whole kitchen sink!!!
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Austin Grayson; NCC-1701--That's All She Wrote
AUSTIN GRAYSON
NCC-1701
#14
That’s All She Wrote..
Part one of a the two part series finale!
Featuring;
Frank Grayson
Austin Grayson
Mark Grayson
Romulan Commander T'var
Leonard Jackson
Hank Morton
Lt Commander Nog
Captain Jean Luc Picard
Vice Admiral Janeway
Q
Lauren
Jack
Doctor Julian Bashir
Saxon
Gary Seven
Hyato Tashigawa
Mistrel
Janeway spoke next. “So, what you’re saying Q, is that if we can get the President to approve our need to send them home, then you would help us?”
Q shook his head. “It isn’t that easy Kate.” Q said to her. “As it turns out, we, in the continuum, are no longer the most powerful entities in this Universe, so we can’t send them anywhere.”
“Well,” Picard said to Q, “if the Continuum is longer the most powerful entity in the Universe then who is?”
Frank and Austin answered in unison.
“We are.”
“They are?” Janeway asked Q.
Q nodded. “Yes, Kate, they are.” Q said to her. “At least until one of them uses their power. Once they do, and since we are Omnipotent in this universe, once they do then we will be able to access the power of this Server of their’s as well.”
“That prospect does not enthrall me at all.” Picard said to Janeway.
“Nor I.” Cogley interjected. “I am very much against omnipotent beings running amok with out some kind of regulation. All they do is end up with bastard children, like the Greek Gods, or slaughter innocents simply because their parents like to have sex in the town square.”
“That’s out, out, outrageous!You, sir, sound like a lawyer. I thought these humans did away with lawyers.” Q said to Cogley, with a tone of disgust in his voice.
Cogley smiled. “I guess I didn’t get the memo.”
“I thought the Server was being kept at…” Picard began to say before Q and Cogley could continue. Janeway cut him off though.
“It was,” she interjected. “And yet even our best security measures weren’t fool proof.”
Q shook his head, “My my my, how could this have happened?” Q asked with devious smile on his face. “I thought Starfleet Command was analogous to an all powerful gunship. You two should be put for a court-martial; anyone second the notion?”
Jack and Cogley began to raise their hands.
Janeway looked to Q. “There was no sign of a forced entry,” she said to Q, “for all we know it was you who took the Server.”
“Um” Frank said from where he stood next to Austin, “he’s been with me for sometime. So I don’t think it was Q.”
“Yes, Kate, it wasn’t I who made off with the Wizard and his curtain.” Q said as he still looked to Picard and Janeway.
Picard began to smile back at Q. “Something tells me that you know more than you are letting on.”
“Well, Jean-Luc, isn’t that always the case?” Q said with a chuckle. “But yes I do. First off,” he snapped his finger and instantly five miniature flashes happened at various points in Janeway’s office. Five hidden listening devices appeared suddenly.
Janeway walked over the two closest to her desk, as did Picard.
“What are these?” She asked in a lowered voice.
“Bugs,” Hank Morton said as he studied one of the now revealed listening devices near where he stood. “I believe your office has been bugged, Admiral Janeway; by the same kind of jackasses we have in our time.”
Q shook his head. “His name is Mr. Devon, or something like that. But gee whiz, how droll can you humans be?” Then he looked to Picard. “And here I thought you had come so far.” He then looked back to Janeway. “I believed you might want the rest of this conversation,” he motioned to the listening device she was now holding in her hand and inspecting, “off the ‘so called’ record. There will be no prying eyes to witness what happens in your office from this moment on.”
{Wanna bet? Mistrel asked as he read the story}
“What do you think Kate; Section-31’s doing?” Picard asked Janeway.
“Who else?” Saxon answered for Janeway.
Suddenly there were several more flashes and then Romulan Commander T’var, Lt. Commander Nog, Hank Morton, Leonard Jackson, Hyato Tashigawa, Lauren and Jack all appeared.
“Oh, this is great.” Leonard said in awe of what had just happened.
“What is the meaning of this?” T’var asked at the confusion of instantly being in the brig of a Romulan vessel, and then, zap, clearly in the office of a Starfleet officer.
“T’var?” Austin said from the other side of the room with a happy broad smile. T’var looked to where the voice came from and smiled as he saw Austin. Austin came over and hugged his former Dungeons and Dragon compatriot/enemy.
The Romulan Commander was about to protest such an outburst of emotion, but knowing he was the only Romulan in the room, he allowed the young Grayson to do so.
“How have you been, and why did you escape?” Grayson asked.
T’var looked over to Picard and Janeway. “The Romulan Star Empire knows very well how long Federation hearings can last. Also, it would appear that one of my brothers did quite well in the century or so that I was gone. So he arranged for my,” he threw in an wry smile, “extradition. He was able to convince one of the new Senators to give him the vessel he needed to,” he paused for a moment, “expedite my release.”
Q morphed into a Romulan, and he now wore the garb worn by a Romulan Senator. “Actually,” Q said to T’var, “I was that Senator. True, your brother has done well, butchering Klingons and Jem-Hedar, but he didn’t to that well.”
T’var nodded, recognizing the lie perpetrated on this brother. “No matter,” T’var said to Q, “I’m was freed by my brother who had also been sent on another mission,” he looked to Q again who nodded and smiled a guilt smile “to abduct a group of Federation civilians due to their tactical value. Then,” T’var told Austin, “Upon my rescue I went down to meet these civilians and found Mr. Morton, Mr. Jackson and Mr. Tashigawa, along with these two civilians and the Feringi Starfleet officer.”
“Well,” Janeway said to T’var, “since no one was injured during your, “ release”, or their abductions at Sisko’s, and since I don’t think Q will let me keep you here for long anyway, I will pass on to my superiors to consider the matters closed. Though next time I am sure there will be more to say on such a matter.”
“Actually,” Frank said to her, “Q has been doing all of this from the shadows to allow you, and himself, plausible deniability for your superiors.”
Janeway nodded. “I pretty much gathered that Mr. Grayson.” She said to Frank. “But as Starfleet officers, we are all bound to report such matters. So while I thank Q for all of the cloak-and-dagger effort, it really was not needed, or wanted.”
Q looked over to Austin. “Rule breakers are a thing of the past my boy.”
Hank Morton and the others caught each other up on recent events, and, and for a few moments, introductions were made and small talk exchanged in the fleeting moments they head.
Saxon stood with Janeway and Cogley as they watched the odd mix before them. Q was chatting with Nog and Lauren; Picard and Hank Morton were discussing twenty-first century aerial combat strategies. T’var and Austin were discussing something about a multi-headed template character that T’var had created for some strange game the two had played in the past; Frank and Tashigawa were listening to Jack babble on about the Ted Williams Principle that Jack had come up with that would, he believed at least, assure any hitter to have an on-base percentage over .480 on a yearly basis. He was hoping to prove it soon in a holographic Baseball game between the 77 Yankees and the 2012 Tokyo Padres, but was waiting for Kassidy Sisko to send him the program her husband had created years ago to run it.
Saxon looked to Janeway. “I hope there isn’t a limit to the amount of people you can have in your office.” He said with a smile. “You might get reprimanded.”
Cogley leered over her Janeway’s shoulder, trying to get a better view of her breasts. “I could always represent you Kate. I could get the sentence reduced to a, well, a light spanking by your lawyer.”
Janeway smiled at the thought. “You do have a twisted sense of humor Mr. Cogley.”
“That wasn’t actually a no.” Cogley added.
“I think we better change the subject.” She said to them both. Instantly she put two fingers up two her lips and whistled loudly in an attempt to bring order the chaos.
“Alright everyone, let’s calm down.” Janeway said to them all. “Q,” Janeway said to the omnipotent being, “would you mind telling us what is going on? What does all this have to do with the Server?”
“You’re quite right, Admiral,” Picard said to her, “This is Q’s typical bait and switch move.” Picard said with a chuckle. Then he directed his next words at Q. “Tell us what happened to the Server.”
“Actually, Jean-Luc,” Janeway said as he nodded to Saxon, “We already have a good idea.” Janeway then said to Picard.
“Come on Q,” Frank said to Q, “our prodding is paying dividends. You might as well tell them the entire plan.”
Q nodded in agreement. “Very well, I guess we can move this along now.”
He snapped his fingers, “Boy this is getting tiring,” Q said.
Suddenly there a flash of light, and then a man appeared. There was a very slinky black feline on his shoulders, and he held a medium sized square container.
“Gary seven I presume?” Janeway asked.
“Very pleased to meet you Admiral Janeway, and I am glad to see you made it home. For awhile there, I didn’t think you would.” Gary said in reference to her legendary mission aboard the Voyager.
Picard came over and shook Gary’s hand as he set the container down.
“Gary Seven,” Picard said to him, “your first encounter with Starfleet is one of the more intriguing stories from Jim Kirk’s logs.”
“Yes,” Gary Seven said with a smile as he recalled the encounter with Kirk and his crew. They had saved Earth from the horrors of war, and more importantly to Gary, he met a very important woman in his life; Roberta Lincoln aka Agent 368.
“And I am very please to met you as well, Captain Jean-Luc Picard,” Gary finally said to Picard, “I never thought I would get the chance.”
“Or I you,” Picard said, “however I must point out that Starfleet does not take kindly to those who invade our most secure areas and make off,” Picard motioned to the container, “with highly secured items.”
“I’m sorry,” Gary said to Picard, with a genuine air of regret, “but it couldn’t be helped. Very rarely do my employers agree with the antics of Q,” Gary said as he looked over to Q, “but on this occasion, with our entire Universe hanging in the balance, we couldn’t just sit back and watch.”
“So you have had dealings with the Q before?” Janeway asked, piqued at the thought.
Isis, the cat, meowed.
“Yes, I know,” Gary said to the cat, “I have already revealed too much,” Gary agreed with the cat. “I’m sorry Admiral Janeway, but my employers still feel that your Federation, or Starfleet Command, are quite yet ready for any real open channels. Someday that day will come, but not today.” He said as he looked at the discovered listening devices with a look of disappointment. He then opened the container and took out the Server, which was resting on it’s stand, and set it on Janeway’s desk.
“Wow,” Nog said with a whisper from where he stood next to Hank Morton, “that thing is incredible. I bet it would fetch at least fifty bars of Gold Pressed Latinum.”
“Fifty? It’s worth ten times that amount.” Morton replied softy.
Gary then spoke to Q. “Consider our debt to the Continuum paid in full, after this little endeavor I have done for you.”
“Oh all right,” Q said sheepishly.
“On, and if you wouldn’t mind, Isis is do for her monthly grooming, and I don’t want to be late.” Gary added.
Q snapped his fingers and instantly Gary Seven was gone.
Janeway looked at the Server, and the gathered throng in her office, and then she looked back to Q.
“So, we have the Server back,” Janeway said to Q, “you have gone through great lengths to conceal your involvement, and ours, with the abduction of Lt. Commander Nog and his party. Why go through all of this?” Janeway asked with a look of defeat in her eyes.
“As I said earlier Kate,” Q replied to Janeway, “neither I, nor any other of the Continuum, have the power, or the political permission from your Federation, to send these invaders, and their associates,” he motioned to Austin and Frank, “home. Nor do we have the power to save the Sun in their universe from destroying their Earth. And, for whatever reason, we can not gain access to their universe.”
“Okay, I follow you.” Janeway said.
“So, the Q,” Q said, as if he were a child revealing a weakness, “have been forced to turn to one of the foremost minds in these matters.”
“And just who would that be?” T’var asked, not knowing much about any of the humans in Picard’s office.
Those who did know all slowing turned their glances to the one person in the room that held the answers to everything.
Jack smiled as they all looked to him.
“Oh,” Jack said, “I wish Julian could see me now!”
Suddenly there was a flash and a bearded Doctor Julian Bashier appeared. “What the hell?” Bashir said as he tried to gather his senses.
NEXT TIME.
The end!
AUSTIN GRAYSON
NCC-1701
#14
That’s All She Wrote..
Part one of a the two part series finale!
Featuring;
Frank Grayson
Austin Grayson
Mark Grayson
Romulan Commander T'var
Leonard Jackson
Hank Morton
Lt Commander Nog
Captain Jean Luc Picard
Vice Admiral Janeway
Q
Lauren
Jack
Doctor Julian Bashir
Saxon
Gary Seven
Hyato Tashigawa
Mistrel
Janeway spoke next. “So, what you’re saying Q, is that if we can get the President to approve our need to send them home, then you would help us?”
Q shook his head. “It isn’t that easy Kate.” Q said to her. “As it turns out, we, in the continuum, are no longer the most powerful entities in this Universe, so we can’t send them anywhere.”
“Well,” Picard said to Q, “if the Continuum is longer the most powerful entity in the Universe then who is?”
Frank and Austin answered in unison.
“We are.”
“They are?” Janeway asked Q.
Q nodded. “Yes, Kate, they are.” Q said to her. “At least until one of them uses their power. Once they do, and since we are Omnipotent in this universe, once they do then we will be able to access the power of this Server of their’s as well.”
“That prospect does not enthrall me at all.” Picard said to Janeway.
“Nor I.” Cogley interjected. “I am very much against omnipotent beings running amok with out some kind of regulation. All they do is end up with bastard children, like the Greek Gods, or slaughter innocents simply because their parents like to have sex in the town square.”
“That’s out, out, outrageous!You, sir, sound like a lawyer. I thought these humans did away with lawyers.” Q said to Cogley, with a tone of disgust in his voice.
Cogley smiled. “I guess I didn’t get the memo.”
“I thought the Server was being kept at…” Picard began to say before Q and Cogley could continue. Janeway cut him off though.
“It was,” she interjected. “And yet even our best security measures weren’t fool proof.”
Q shook his head, “My my my, how could this have happened?” Q asked with devious smile on his face. “I thought Starfleet Command was analogous to an all powerful gunship. You two should be put for a court-martial; anyone second the notion?”
Jack and Cogley began to raise their hands.
Janeway looked to Q. “There was no sign of a forced entry,” she said to Q, “for all we know it was you who took the Server.”
“Um” Frank said from where he stood next to Austin, “he’s been with me for sometime. So I don’t think it was Q.”
“Yes, Kate, it wasn’t I who made off with the Wizard and his curtain.” Q said as he still looked to Picard and Janeway.
Picard began to smile back at Q. “Something tells me that you know more than you are letting on.”
“Well, Jean-Luc, isn’t that always the case?” Q said with a chuckle. “But yes I do. First off,” he snapped his finger and instantly five miniature flashes happened at various points in Janeway’s office. Five hidden listening devices appeared suddenly.
Janeway walked over the two closest to her desk, as did Picard.
“What are these?” She asked in a lowered voice.
“Bugs,” Hank Morton said as he studied one of the now revealed listening devices near where he stood. “I believe your office has been bugged, Admiral Janeway; by the same kind of jackasses we have in our time.”
Q shook his head. “His name is Mr. Devon, or something like that. But gee whiz, how droll can you humans be?” Then he looked to Picard. “And here I thought you had come so far.” He then looked back to Janeway. “I believed you might want the rest of this conversation,” he motioned to the listening device she was now holding in her hand and inspecting, “off the ‘so called’ record. There will be no prying eyes to witness what happens in your office from this moment on.”
{Wanna bet? Mistrel asked as he read the story}
“What do you think Kate; Section-31’s doing?” Picard asked Janeway.
“Who else?” Saxon answered for Janeway.
Suddenly there were several more flashes and then Romulan Commander T’var, Lt. Commander Nog, Hank Morton, Leonard Jackson, Hyato Tashigawa, Lauren and Jack all appeared.
“Oh, this is great.” Leonard said in awe of what had just happened.
“What is the meaning of this?” T’var asked at the confusion of instantly being in the brig of a Romulan vessel, and then, zap, clearly in the office of a Starfleet officer.
“T’var?” Austin said from the other side of the room with a happy broad smile. T’var looked to where the voice came from and smiled as he saw Austin. Austin came over and hugged his former Dungeons and Dragon compatriot/enemy.
The Romulan Commander was about to protest such an outburst of emotion, but knowing he was the only Romulan in the room, he allowed the young Grayson to do so.
“How have you been, and why did you escape?” Grayson asked.
T’var looked over to Picard and Janeway. “The Romulan Star Empire knows very well how long Federation hearings can last. Also, it would appear that one of my brothers did quite well in the century or so that I was gone. So he arranged for my,” he threw in an wry smile, “extradition. He was able to convince one of the new Senators to give him the vessel he needed to,” he paused for a moment, “expedite my release.”
Q morphed into a Romulan, and he now wore the garb worn by a Romulan Senator. “Actually,” Q said to T’var, “I was that Senator. True, your brother has done well, butchering Klingons and Jem-Hedar, but he didn’t to that well.”
T’var nodded, recognizing the lie perpetrated on this brother. “No matter,” T’var said to Q, “I’m was freed by my brother who had also been sent on another mission,” he looked to Q again who nodded and smiled a guilt smile “to abduct a group of Federation civilians due to their tactical value. Then,” T’var told Austin, “Upon my rescue I went down to meet these civilians and found Mr. Morton, Mr. Jackson and Mr. Tashigawa, along with these two civilians and the Feringi Starfleet officer.”
“Well,” Janeway said to T’var, “since no one was injured during your, “ release”, or their abductions at Sisko’s, and since I don’t think Q will let me keep you here for long anyway, I will pass on to my superiors to consider the matters closed. Though next time I am sure there will be more to say on such a matter.”
“Actually,” Frank said to her, “Q has been doing all of this from the shadows to allow you, and himself, plausible deniability for your superiors.”
Janeway nodded. “I pretty much gathered that Mr. Grayson.” She said to Frank. “But as Starfleet officers, we are all bound to report such matters. So while I thank Q for all of the cloak-and-dagger effort, it really was not needed, or wanted.”
Q looked over to Austin. “Rule breakers are a thing of the past my boy.”
Hank Morton and the others caught each other up on recent events, and, and for a few moments, introductions were made and small talk exchanged in the fleeting moments they head.
Saxon stood with Janeway and Cogley as they watched the odd mix before them. Q was chatting with Nog and Lauren; Picard and Hank Morton were discussing twenty-first century aerial combat strategies. T’var and Austin were discussing something about a multi-headed template character that T’var had created for some strange game the two had played in the past; Frank and Tashigawa were listening to Jack babble on about the Ted Williams Principle that Jack had come up with that would, he believed at least, assure any hitter to have an on-base percentage over .480 on a yearly basis. He was hoping to prove it soon in a holographic Baseball game between the 77 Yankees and the 2012 Tokyo Padres, but was waiting for Kassidy Sisko to send him the program her husband had created years ago to run it.
Saxon looked to Janeway. “I hope there isn’t a limit to the amount of people you can have in your office.” He said with a smile. “You might get reprimanded.”
Cogley leered over her Janeway’s shoulder, trying to get a better view of her breasts. “I could always represent you Kate. I could get the sentence reduced to a, well, a light spanking by your lawyer.”
Janeway smiled at the thought. “You do have a twisted sense of humor Mr. Cogley.”
“That wasn’t actually a no.” Cogley added.
“I think we better change the subject.” She said to them both. Instantly she put two fingers up two her lips and whistled loudly in an attempt to bring order the chaos.
“Alright everyone, let’s calm down.” Janeway said to them all. “Q,” Janeway said to the omnipotent being, “would you mind telling us what is going on? What does all this have to do with the Server?”
“You’re quite right, Admiral,” Picard said to her, “This is Q’s typical bait and switch move.” Picard said with a chuckle. Then he directed his next words at Q. “Tell us what happened to the Server.”
“Actually, Jean-Luc,” Janeway said as he nodded to Saxon, “We already have a good idea.” Janeway then said to Picard.
“Come on Q,” Frank said to Q, “our prodding is paying dividends. You might as well tell them the entire plan.”
Q nodded in agreement. “Very well, I guess we can move this along now.”
He snapped his fingers, “Boy this is getting tiring,” Q said.
Suddenly there a flash of light, and then a man appeared. There was a very slinky black feline on his shoulders, and he held a medium sized square container.
“Gary seven I presume?” Janeway asked.
“Very pleased to meet you Admiral Janeway, and I am glad to see you made it home. For awhile there, I didn’t think you would.” Gary said in reference to her legendary mission aboard the Voyager.
Picard came over and shook Gary’s hand as he set the container down.
“Gary Seven,” Picard said to him, “your first encounter with Starfleet is one of the more intriguing stories from Jim Kirk’s logs.”
“Yes,” Gary Seven said with a smile as he recalled the encounter with Kirk and his crew. They had saved Earth from the horrors of war, and more importantly to Gary, he met a very important woman in his life; Roberta Lincoln aka Agent 368.
“And I am very please to met you as well, Captain Jean-Luc Picard,” Gary finally said to Picard, “I never thought I would get the chance.”
“Or I you,” Picard said, “however I must point out that Starfleet does not take kindly to those who invade our most secure areas and make off,” Picard motioned to the container, “with highly secured items.”
“I’m sorry,” Gary said to Picard, with a genuine air of regret, “but it couldn’t be helped. Very rarely do my employers agree with the antics of Q,” Gary said as he looked over to Q, “but on this occasion, with our entire Universe hanging in the balance, we couldn’t just sit back and watch.”
“So you have had dealings with the Q before?” Janeway asked, piqued at the thought.
Isis, the cat, meowed.
“Yes, I know,” Gary said to the cat, “I have already revealed too much,” Gary agreed with the cat. “I’m sorry Admiral Janeway, but my employers still feel that your Federation, or Starfleet Command, are quite yet ready for any real open channels. Someday that day will come, but not today.” He said as he looked at the discovered listening devices with a look of disappointment. He then opened the container and took out the Server, which was resting on it’s stand, and set it on Janeway’s desk.
“Wow,” Nog said with a whisper from where he stood next to Hank Morton, “that thing is incredible. I bet it would fetch at least fifty bars of Gold Pressed Latinum.”
“Fifty? It’s worth ten times that amount.” Morton replied softy.
Gary then spoke to Q. “Consider our debt to the Continuum paid in full, after this little endeavor I have done for you.”
“Oh all right,” Q said sheepishly.
“On, and if you wouldn’t mind, Isis is do for her monthly grooming, and I don’t want to be late.” Gary added.
Q snapped his fingers and instantly Gary Seven was gone.
Janeway looked at the Server, and the gathered throng in her office, and then she looked back to Q.
“So, we have the Server back,” Janeway said to Q, “you have gone through great lengths to conceal your involvement, and ours, with the abduction of Lt. Commander Nog and his party. Why go through all of this?” Janeway asked with a look of defeat in her eyes.
“As I said earlier Kate,” Q replied to Janeway, “neither I, nor any other of the Continuum, have the power, or the political permission from your Federation, to send these invaders, and their associates,” he motioned to Austin and Frank, “home. Nor do we have the power to save the Sun in their universe from destroying their Earth. And, for whatever reason, we can not gain access to their universe.”
“Okay, I follow you.” Janeway said.
“So, the Q,” Q said, as if he were a child revealing a weakness, “have been forced to turn to one of the foremost minds in these matters.”
“And just who would that be?” T’var asked, not knowing much about any of the humans in Picard’s office.
Those who did know all slowing turned their glances to the one person in the room that held the answers to everything.
Jack smiled as they all looked to him.
“Oh,” Jack said, “I wish Julian could see me now!”
Suddenly there was a flash and a bearded Doctor Julian Bashier appeared. “What the hell?” Bashir said as he tried to gather his senses.
NEXT TIME.
The end!
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
Austin Grayson; NCC-1701--That's All She Wrote
AUSTIN GRAYSON
NCC-1701
THE FINAL EPISODE
Featuring
The crew of AUSTIN GRAYSON; NCC-1701
Q and Jack.
Suddenly, and with out warning, Janeway’s room became a bright flash of light. And instantly Austin Grayson was sitting in the command chair of the Enterprise; NCC-1701. To his left stood Mark Grayson, and to his right stood Hank Morton.
Frank Grayson found himself standing with Liu Fong next to Tashigawa at the science station. Edwin Inglehopper and Reymia Diaz both stood next to Rayana Jackson as she worked her station at Communications. Leonard Jackson, Kenneth Hine were both at their posts at Helm and Navigation. Q stood in the front of the bridge with Saxon, who held the Server, and next to Saxon stood Jack.
“What just happened?” Austin asked Q.
“It all really comes down to this,” Q said as he looked to the crew of the Enterprise. “The others were just supporting characters.”
Leonard Jackson spoke. “How can you send us home? I thought you said you couldn’t.”
“You’re right,” Q said to Leonard, “I can’t. And even if I could, mind you, I would be unable to come into your universe to save your precious humanity from extinction on your Earth.”
“Then why am I here?” Jack asked. “Is this my death sentence for discovering the end of the universe as we know it?”
Q shook his head. “Actually, we in the Continuum have been well aware of the end of the Universe Jacky-boy. We still have about, oh, 100 trillion years to worry about it. But we are intrigued by some of your ideas. So that means when you die, you can expect to spend a long time with me trying to see if your theories pan out. But, the time of your death is not yet here.” Then he pointed at Jack’s fingernails. “Though, if you keep eating those, it might come sooner than you think.”
“Are you patronizing me?” Jack asked as he scratched his head in a sudden, twitching way.
“No, I am not patronizing you.” Q said. “Now, Jean-Luc? He has patronizing down to a universal art.”
“Pardon us,” Reymia said to Q, “but how does any of this concern us?”
Q snapped his fingers and bright flash flickered above Jack’s head, and just as fast as it was there, it was gone.
Q looked to Jack. “I have just given you all the knowledge of our current situation. Including how these people came to be in our universe,” Q said to Jack, “and what little we know of that thing.” He pointed at the Server, which Saxon was still holding. “I have also given you a quick education on Continuum mechanics. The rest is up to you.”
Saxon cut in. “So what do you expect him to do with this knowledge?”
Q put his hands on his hips. “Oh, small potato stuff like finding a way to send you home, save your sun, with out destroying our universe in the process. Nothing to really concern your self about, so don’t worry about it.”
Hank scoffed. “I ought to come over there punch you in the nose, jackass.”
Suddenly Jack snapped his fingers.
“I figured it out!!” Jack said with a wide smile.
“Thank God,” Kenneth Hines said, “I’m getting sick of this universe.” He said as directed his comment at Q.
“Well,” Q said to Jack, “what did you find out?”
Jack nodded quickly. “I know the exact time,” he said as he scratched a non existent itch beneath his chin, “to let a soufflé sit before taking it out of the oven.”
“What the hell?” Mark Grayson said. “Come on man, we want to go home and save our world!”
Jack nodded quickly several times. “Yes, I know, but with these powers Q gave me I just had to know.” He thought for a moment. “Oh, and yes, I know how to send you home and how to save your Earth.” Jack continued. He turned to the Server. “And it all comes down to this,” he said as he pointed at the Server, “and you.” He pointed at Austin.
Q snapped his fingers. Being omnipotent as he was, he now knew exactly where Jack was going with this idea.
The Enterprise began to move towards the exit of the large mushroom shaped space station which orbited Earth. They approached the massive doors that shut the inside of the Mushroom-station off from the rest of the universe.
“Are you just going to walk through them?” Edwin Inglehopper asked from where he stood near the Communication’s post.
“Just calm your self; doctor.” Liu Fong said, annoyed with Inglehopper’s question.
Q snapped his fingers and the massive doors began to open.
“Why are you playing around?” Frank asked Q. “Just snap your fingers and take us to where ever we are going.” Frank urged him.
“Oh,” Q said with a smile. “This will be much more entertaining.” Q said with a joyful grin.
The Enterprise cleared the massive space doors as a large starship closed in on their position. Suddenly the image of Captain Wil Riker came on the screen.
“This is Captain William Riker of the USS Titan,” Riker said with a tone of anger, then he stopped upon recognizing “Q, what the hell is going on here?”
“This is awesome.” Leonard said like school boy would if he had met Iron Man after leaving the movie theatre. “So cool,” he even added.
“Sorry Riker,” Q said to one of the few beings who had turned down the Continuum, “no time to chit-chat.”
Q snapped his fingers, “Ouch! I’m going to get a callus!” And the Enterprise zipped into Warp.
“Incredible,” Tashigawa said from his post, “according to these readings we are traveling at Warp 15.”
Hank Morton shook his head. “Impossible!”
Suddenly they came out of warp and the ship came to a stop. Nothing but stars surrounded the ship.
“Where the hell are we?” Austin asked Q.
“This is the weakest area of our universe.” Jack said. “And a good point to start that y/axis lepton explosion,” he said to Q.
“Not now.” Q told him.
“What do you mean about this being the weakest point?” Mark asked.
Before Q could answer, Hank did for him. “All Good Things,” he said to Leonard. “Remember?”
Leonard nodded in agreement. “Wow, I think you’re right.”
“Would someone tell me?” Austin said.
Hank filled the rest in on the final episode of The Next Generation. How a time anomaly had caused a tear in the space time continuum. He told them how Picard existed in three different time frames trying to solve the mystery and how to save all of creation from the tear in space.
Q shook his head. “Yikes,” he said to Morton, “you humans scare me. That is exactly what happened. This just isn’t right, beings like you who know everything about everything.” Then he thought for a moment. “Well, then again.”
“So what do we do now?” Austin asked Q and Jack.
“Actually,” Jack, who was nibbling on the side of his own thumb, told Austin, “the question isn’t what we do now; it’s what you do now. This is the weakest point of our universe because of those events. It should be easy to poke a hole from our reality to yours from here.”
“What do we do then?” Austin said to him.
Q took over for Jack. “The answer is quite simple,” Q said as he filtered through the information, from Jack’s knowledge of it all, that now became the knowledge of the universe, and thus Q’s knowledge of it as well, “In fact, you didn’t even need to come into our universe to solve your problem at all. You have it with-in yourself,” Q said to Austin, “and the Server, which you can control, to create an entire duplicate of your universe. And,” Q added, “You also have the power to pull what ever you want from out of that universe.”
“Umm,” Austin said, “okay.”
Tashigawa chuckled as he realized where this was all heading. “A back up file.” Tashigawa said out loud.
“Huh?” Austin said to Tashigawa.
Tashigawa went on. “We could travel back to a point before our Sun pulsed, then you could create a duplicate of our sun, using your mind to make sure it wasn’t about to pulse and then exchange it with our own sun. In essence, use a back up file of our sun to replace the corrupted one.”
“That sounds a little far out there.” Inglehopper said. “In fact, it sounds crazy.”
“You think?” Leonard added with a slight chuckle.
END OF CHAPTER..NEXT CHAPTER MOMENTS FROM NOW
AUSTIN GRAYSON
NCC-1701
THE FINAL EPISODE
Featuring
The crew of AUSTIN GRAYSON; NCC-1701
Q and Jack.
Suddenly, and with out warning, Janeway’s room became a bright flash of light. And instantly Austin Grayson was sitting in the command chair of the Enterprise; NCC-1701. To his left stood Mark Grayson, and to his right stood Hank Morton.
Frank Grayson found himself standing with Liu Fong next to Tashigawa at the science station. Edwin Inglehopper and Reymia Diaz both stood next to Rayana Jackson as she worked her station at Communications. Leonard Jackson, Kenneth Hine were both at their posts at Helm and Navigation. Q stood in the front of the bridge with Saxon, who held the Server, and next to Saxon stood Jack.
“What just happened?” Austin asked Q.
“It all really comes down to this,” Q said as he looked to the crew of the Enterprise. “The others were just supporting characters.”
Leonard Jackson spoke. “How can you send us home? I thought you said you couldn’t.”
“You’re right,” Q said to Leonard, “I can’t. And even if I could, mind you, I would be unable to come into your universe to save your precious humanity from extinction on your Earth.”
“Then why am I here?” Jack asked. “Is this my death sentence for discovering the end of the universe as we know it?”
Q shook his head. “Actually, we in the Continuum have been well aware of the end of the Universe Jacky-boy. We still have about, oh, 100 trillion years to worry about it. But we are intrigued by some of your ideas. So that means when you die, you can expect to spend a long time with me trying to see if your theories pan out. But, the time of your death is not yet here.” Then he pointed at Jack’s fingernails. “Though, if you keep eating those, it might come sooner than you think.”
“Are you patronizing me?” Jack asked as he scratched his head in a sudden, twitching way.
“No, I am not patronizing you.” Q said. “Now, Jean-Luc? He has patronizing down to a universal art.”
“Pardon us,” Reymia said to Q, “but how does any of this concern us?”
Q snapped his fingers and bright flash flickered above Jack’s head, and just as fast as it was there, it was gone.
Q looked to Jack. “I have just given you all the knowledge of our current situation. Including how these people came to be in our universe,” Q said to Jack, “and what little we know of that thing.” He pointed at the Server, which Saxon was still holding. “I have also given you a quick education on Continuum mechanics. The rest is up to you.”
Saxon cut in. “So what do you expect him to do with this knowledge?”
Q put his hands on his hips. “Oh, small potato stuff like finding a way to send you home, save your sun, with out destroying our universe in the process. Nothing to really concern your self about, so don’t worry about it.”
Hank scoffed. “I ought to come over there punch you in the nose, jackass.”
Suddenly Jack snapped his fingers.
“I figured it out!!” Jack said with a wide smile.
“Thank God,” Kenneth Hines said, “I’m getting sick of this universe.” He said as directed his comment at Q.
“Well,” Q said to Jack, “what did you find out?”
Jack nodded quickly. “I know the exact time,” he said as he scratched a non existent itch beneath his chin, “to let a soufflé sit before taking it out of the oven.”
“What the hell?” Mark Grayson said. “Come on man, we want to go home and save our world!”
Jack nodded quickly several times. “Yes, I know, but with these powers Q gave me I just had to know.” He thought for a moment. “Oh, and yes, I know how to send you home and how to save your Earth.” Jack continued. He turned to the Server. “And it all comes down to this,” he said as he pointed at the Server, “and you.” He pointed at Austin.
Q snapped his fingers. Being omnipotent as he was, he now knew exactly where Jack was going with this idea.
The Enterprise began to move towards the exit of the large mushroom shaped space station which orbited Earth. They approached the massive doors that shut the inside of the Mushroom-station off from the rest of the universe.
“Are you just going to walk through them?” Edwin Inglehopper asked from where he stood near the Communication’s post.
“Just calm your self; doctor.” Liu Fong said, annoyed with Inglehopper’s question.
Q snapped his fingers and the massive doors began to open.
“Why are you playing around?” Frank asked Q. “Just snap your fingers and take us to where ever we are going.” Frank urged him.
“Oh,” Q said with a smile. “This will be much more entertaining.” Q said with a joyful grin.
The Enterprise cleared the massive space doors as a large starship closed in on their position. Suddenly the image of Captain Wil Riker came on the screen.
“This is Captain William Riker of the USS Titan,” Riker said with a tone of anger, then he stopped upon recognizing “Q, what the hell is going on here?”
“This is awesome.” Leonard said like school boy would if he had met Iron Man after leaving the movie theatre. “So cool,” he even added.
“Sorry Riker,” Q said to one of the few beings who had turned down the Continuum, “no time to chit-chat.”
Q snapped his fingers, “Ouch! I’m going to get a callus!” And the Enterprise zipped into Warp.
“Incredible,” Tashigawa said from his post, “according to these readings we are traveling at Warp 15.”
Hank Morton shook his head. “Impossible!”
Suddenly they came out of warp and the ship came to a stop. Nothing but stars surrounded the ship.
“Where the hell are we?” Austin asked Q.
“This is the weakest area of our universe.” Jack said. “And a good point to start that y/axis lepton explosion,” he said to Q.
“Not now.” Q told him.
“What do you mean about this being the weakest point?” Mark asked.
Before Q could answer, Hank did for him. “All Good Things,” he said to Leonard. “Remember?”
Leonard nodded in agreement. “Wow, I think you’re right.”
“Would someone tell me?” Austin said.
Hank filled the rest in on the final episode of The Next Generation. How a time anomaly had caused a tear in the space time continuum. He told them how Picard existed in three different time frames trying to solve the mystery and how to save all of creation from the tear in space.
Q shook his head. “Yikes,” he said to Morton, “you humans scare me. That is exactly what happened. This just isn’t right, beings like you who know everything about everything.” Then he thought for a moment. “Well, then again.”
“So what do we do now?” Austin asked Q and Jack.
“Actually,” Jack, who was nibbling on the side of his own thumb, told Austin, “the question isn’t what we do now; it’s what you do now. This is the weakest point of our universe because of those events. It should be easy to poke a hole from our reality to yours from here.”
“What do we do then?” Austin said to him.
Q took over for Jack. “The answer is quite simple,” Q said as he filtered through the information, from Jack’s knowledge of it all, that now became the knowledge of the universe, and thus Q’s knowledge of it as well, “In fact, you didn’t even need to come into our universe to solve your problem at all. You have it with-in yourself,” Q said to Austin, “and the Server, which you can control, to create an entire duplicate of your universe. And,” Q added, “You also have the power to pull what ever you want from out of that universe.”
“Umm,” Austin said, “okay.”
Tashigawa chuckled as he realized where this was all heading. “A back up file.” Tashigawa said out loud.
“Huh?” Austin said to Tashigawa.
Tashigawa went on. “We could travel back to a point before our Sun pulsed, then you could create a duplicate of our sun, using your mind to make sure it wasn’t about to pulse and then exchange it with our own sun. In essence, use a back up file of our sun to replace the corrupted one.”
“That sounds a little far out there.” Inglehopper said. “In fact, it sounds crazy.”
“You think?” Leonard added with a slight chuckle.
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Austin Grayson; NCC-1701--That's All She Wrote; RUN with it!
AUSTIN GRAYSON
NCC-1701
THE FINAL EPISODE
That's All She Wrote So; RUN with it!
Featuring
The crew of AUSTIN GRAYSON; NCC-1701
Q
Jack
Vash
and
Zimmerman
Jennifer Grayson entered the bridge. She walked over to where Frank stood and they held hands and watched, together, as Austin was about to save all of mankind; if he could.
“How do we make sure we end up in our universe before our world was struck by the pulse?” Reymia asked.
“That’s where I come in my dear.” Q said to her. “Once Austin pushes your ship back to your universe, I will have about a millisecond to alter your course through the space time continuum of your universe.”
“But how will you have control over us?” Mark asked.
Jack spoke. “Our universe only exists because someone in your universe, via this,” he pointed at the Server, “created it.” He rolled his eyes, and scratched his head, then continued. “I also have come to the conclusion that for this universe, the Star Trek Universe, to continue, someone from your universe must exist here, in it. How that can be? I don’t know. But in any event, once your ship moves over, and meanwhile one of you stays with us, Q will have, hypothetically, a momentary bridge to act upon, and can send you to a point before your sun pulsed Then you,” he looked to Austin, “do your thing, switch the suns, and hopefully it will all be over. If Q can’t move you to an earlier time, or you can’t use your power, then you will most likely be stuck in your universe with no one on your planet alive, or worse, you will all die, and both universes will explode into oblivion.” Jack folded his arms together. “That’s all you have to do.”
“Sure,” Austin said nervously, “sounds like a piece of cake.”
“Alright,” Rayana said, “then who stays in this universe?”
They all looked to Q.
“There are some things in life that not even a God should reveal.” Q said to them all.
“I agree,” Jack said.
“Don’t get cocky.” Q said to Jack.
With that said, Austin looked over to Saxon. Saxon placed the Server on the Navigation consol. Austin, who was just teenager who once liked to play Dungeons and Dragons, skate to school, and grab his girlfriend’s ass, now held the very universe in the palm of his hand.
--
Instantly, as if nothing had happened, Q, Jack, Frank Grayson and Hank Morton all stood in what appeared to be an all white universe.
“What happened?” Hank asked as he stood next to Frank Grayson.
Q pondered the question for a moment. “They made it.” Q said finally. He looked over to Jack. “Nice job, I couldn’t have come up with a better plan myself.” He said.
“Why the fuck are we here then?” Hank asked as he motioned to Frank and himself.
“I died already over there, remember?” Frank said to Hank Morton.
“So you never intended to go back.” Hank Morton deduced. “So if that’s the case, then why am I here if you already had your bridge to my universe?” He asked Q.
Q pointed to Frank. “He isn’t from your universe.” Q said to Hank as the four began to walk toward some unknown destination inside the white universe.
“What?” Hank asked.
--
Austin, Amber and Jennifer, standing on the Transporter pad, all took all hugged Mark.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mark asked as he felt the forth pip on his collar. “The ship is yours.”
Austin shook his head. “I know, but I know we both know that I am not cut out to be a Starship commander.”
“What about Frank?” Mark asked.
“He’s dead,” Jennifer said to Mark. “Let’s just tell everyone he died. I don’t want my family to spend one more minute on this ship.”
Mark nodded. “Tell him I love him.”
“I will.” Jennifer said.
--
Frank spoke next. “I was on that ship that your Frank dreamed of. From the moment I woke up in his bed, I had his memories, his children, and his wife. I was apparently pulled out of this universe, the universe you call Star Trek, and my being was merged with his.”
--
Three Transporter beams began to shake shape on the warm sand of a beautiful Australian beach. The beach was in a private cove that was overlooked by a large modern home.
The white sandy beach was very bare, but very beautiful. And as Austin, his mother, and his sister Amber, strained their eyes they could see four beach lounge chairs in the distance, and someone waving to them as they walked closer to the lounge chairs.
--
Hank shook his head. “Look, I know Star Trek back and forth. There was no Frank Grayson posted on Captain Kirk’s Enterprise. And that ship certainly didn’t disappear from the Star Trek universe because that was the Enterprise that was eventually destroyed in the Mutara-sector.” Hank told them all.
--
Saxon handed the Server over to Liu Fong, as was their agreement, as Liu Fong stood on the Transporter pad.
“Good luck trying to unlock its secrets.” Saxon said to Liu Fong.
Fong smiled. “Our minds, the Chinese mind, are far more disciplined than yours, Mr. Saxon. We shall indeed unlock its secrets; in time.”
Mark Grayson slid the levers on the Transporter machine and Liu Fong beamed away.
--
Q nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, those are the correct events that happened in this universe.” Q agreed.
“You see,” Frank added, “there were two beams of energy that escaped from the Server in 1943.” Frank told Hank Morton, “One of them struck the airplane that was piloted by a man named Gene Roddenberry. That same energy beam deflected into my father’s, for lack of better word, soul, after it had crossed the myriad universes dreamed of by Mr. Roddenberry since the time he was a young boy writing.” Frank said
Q took over for Frank. “From that moment on the Star Trek universe was waiting to be formed, because Roddenberry already was thinking of the early elements of the show even that far back. Once he began producing the show, the Star Trek universe he unwittingly created began to follow the course of history he created for the show. And even when he passed that responsibly on to others, the Universe he created took it as a literal order from “God” and followed along what you would call the canonical elements of the show.”
“And then fate struck again.” Frank said. “As you recall, the beams of energy from the Server were trapped by the electromagnetic sphere of Earth. One of the beams, as we know, hit the plane Roddenberry and George Grayson, father of my counterpart from your universe.” Frank said to Hank Morton. “When your Frank had his dream, somehow the other stray beam of energy that burst from the Server back in 1943 finally found it’s companion and reunited inside of Frank, who at the time, was dreaming of a universe that the Server, which was still in contact with the beams, found very familiar to the Star Trek universe it had created.”
Hank was trying his best to follow along. “So it merged the dream Frank had about,” Hank said to Frank Grayson, “with what was established and created by the first beam, in essence, and then a second Star Trek universe and brought you all, you-the Enteprise-the Romulans, all over to my universe.” Hank stopped walking.
He pondered for a moment, trying not to be more confused than he was.
“So, if that is the case,” He continued as he began walking with them again, “I never met the real Frank Grayson. In fact, he was never aboard the Enterprise at all. That means that you,” Hank said to Frank Grayson, “knew all along you were not the real Frank.”
Frank, as he walked along side Hank Morton, began to glow with a white aura.
“What’s happening to him?” Hank asked Q.
“Well,” Q said, “he isn’t from this universe either. He belongs in his own universe. Whether it exists any longer I can not be sure, but he belongs there, not here.”
Instantly Frank Grayson, from an alternate Star Trek universe, was gone.
Hank looked to Q. “So, I am the bridge to my universe?”
Q and Jack nodded. “Yes, you are.” Q said to him. “And it would appear that our existence depends on your ability to stay alive, and, or, to have several children to carry on the legacy we share with you.”
“So what happened to them, Austin and the others, when they returned back to my universe?” Hank asked, wanting to know the fate of the friends he had come to know on the Ncc-1701.
“Austin was able to do exactly what Jack told him to do.” Q said. “As it turns out, my bridge to your universe lasted nearly ten seconds. I was able to accomplish a great deal in that time.”
“Like what Q?” Hank demanded, “You better leave them alone!”
Q shook his head and laugh. “First off, Austin did what he had to do very fast. He was really amazing. He pulled them into your universe’s continuity, I was able to make them appear seconds before the wave hit, and then he simply wiped the pulse wave out of existence, and changed out the suns. He did all that in about eight seconds. With the final two seconds I solved the Server’s power, rendering it at best a very interesting looking glowing ball of nothing. I also took away his ability to tune, that’s what we call it, with the fabric of his universe, or any universe for that matter.”
“All of that in ten seconds?” Hank asked.
“You doubt my ability?” Q asked mockingly.
“Is that all you did?” Hank pressed Q.
Q smiled. “No, I decided on two other miracles. I decided to let them keep their Enterprise, and I also decided to do a real godly kind of act and brought Frank, your Frank, from where ever he was, deposited him on a beautiful beach with all of the knowledge of everything that happened while he was in limbo. I even put him back in time the day it all started with his crazy dream, at the point when the other Frank took over. But I gave him direct instructions he had to wait until his family came home for good to reveal the fact that he was…”
--
“Frank?” Jennifer asked as she recognized her husband from afar. She and the kids ran at full speed to greet their father, who they thought they had last seen before coming back to the universe.
“How can this be?” Jennifer asked as they hugged. “What is going on.”
Austin knew, somehow he knew. “You were never up there, were you?” Austin asked.
Frank shook his head. “No. I read the papers about some of the events, but I couldn’t reveal myself. It was part of the agreement I made with,” he paused, “Q.”
“What are you talking about?” Jennifer asked.
“Its not important dear,” Frank said as they kissed. It was the first time he had kissed his wife in quite some time, and it felt real good.
“I think he took our powers a way too.” Austin said to Frank.
“He said he would. Though,” Frank said as he looked up into the sky, “he did let us keep the ship. I hope Mark figures out how to use it the proper way, and how to keep it out of the wrong hands.”
“He will,” Jennifer said.
“Uncle Mark a Starship captain?” Amber said with a laugh. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“What about this house?” Jennifer asked.
“Oh,” Frank said, “I convinced Q to give me four of those.” He pointed at three large suit cases near one of the chairs. “Three of them are filled to the brim with stock certificates, bonds, and a whole lot of other loot. I counted it some time back at about two-hundred million dollars.”
--
Q chuckled, “Okay, three miracles..”
--
“What’s in the other one?” Amber asked.
“Two hundred bars of Gold Pressed Latinum.” Frank said. I bet its worth another two hundred million as well. And I have decided,” Frank said, “I am going to transfer five million dollars into Mr. Wilkes’ account.”
“The man who lost his job?” Jennifer asked as she kissed her husband, not realizing it was for the first time in several months. “My husband,” she said as he grabbed her ass real tight, “always the hero.”
They all sat on the lounge chairs, and sipped on their iced tea as the Sun, the brand new Sun, began to kiss the edge of the horizon.
--
Two Years later.
Hank Morton had become quite a celebrity in the two years that had passed since calling the Star Trek universe home. Starfleet had made him an honorary Admiral, and he had spent several months discussing military strategy with the highest ranks of Starfleet.
He had come to Risa for and relaxation. He was relaxing on a beach lounge chair, soaking in the sun, when a beautiful woman came up and occupied the one next to him.
He looked over to the woman.
“Isn’t your name Vash?” Hank asked.
She smiled her seductive smile. “Why, yes, I am.” She said with a flirtation voice. “You’re that man who came from that other universe and got mixed up with Q.” She said to him. “I know how getting mixed up with him can be, believe me.” She said as she sipped her martini.
Morton flagged down a waiter and asked him to bring them another round of drinks.
They chatted with each other as the sun went down, and as the sun dipped away, they both headed to Hank’s room.
--
It was the middle of the night. Hank was sleeping in his bed, with Vash by his side. It was then he heard a crashing noise from the next room. Vash wasn’t disturbed by the sound, but Hank was curious as to what it is.
He slipped on his robe and went out into the hallway of the hotel room he was staying in. The hallway lights had been dimmed. The light of from another room was coming out from an opened doorway. Hank was curious as to why the door was opened to the other room, and made his way over to opening. He looked in, and saw a most terrible sight.
A man’s body was on the floor of the entrance, stabbed several times. Another man, who was holding the knife with bloodied hands, was crouched down next to the dead man’s body. The killer looked up at Hank Morton. Hank recognized him immediately. He was the doctor from Voyager.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Hank demanded.
“I swear,” Zimmerman said, “I didn’t do this.” He stood up. “I’ve been framed.”
Morton was always a good judge of character.
“I believe you.” Hank told Zimmerman.
“What should I do?” Zimmerman asked, with the look of shocked horror in his face.
Morton could only think of one answer. “Run!”
The end of
AUSTIN GRAYSON
NCC 1701
AUSTIN GRAYSON
NCC-1701
THE FINAL EPISODE
That's All She Wrote So; RUN with it!
Featuring
The crew of AUSTIN GRAYSON; NCC-1701
Q
Jack
Vash
and
Zimmerman
Jennifer Grayson entered the bridge. She walked over to where Frank stood and they held hands and watched, together, as Austin was about to save all of mankind; if he could.
“How do we make sure we end up in our universe before our world was struck by the pulse?” Reymia asked.
“That’s where I come in my dear.” Q said to her. “Once Austin pushes your ship back to your universe, I will have about a millisecond to alter your course through the space time continuum of your universe.”
“But how will you have control over us?” Mark asked.
Jack spoke. “Our universe only exists because someone in your universe, via this,” he pointed at the Server, “created it.” He rolled his eyes, and scratched his head, then continued. “I also have come to the conclusion that for this universe, the Star Trek Universe, to continue, someone from your universe must exist here, in it. How that can be? I don’t know. But in any event, once your ship moves over, and meanwhile one of you stays with us, Q will have, hypothetically, a momentary bridge to act upon, and can send you to a point before your sun pulsed Then you,” he looked to Austin, “do your thing, switch the suns, and hopefully it will all be over. If Q can’t move you to an earlier time, or you can’t use your power, then you will most likely be stuck in your universe with no one on your planet alive, or worse, you will all die, and both universes will explode into oblivion.” Jack folded his arms together. “That’s all you have to do.”
“Sure,” Austin said nervously, “sounds like a piece of cake.”
“Alright,” Rayana said, “then who stays in this universe?”
They all looked to Q.
“There are some things in life that not even a God should reveal.” Q said to them all.
“I agree,” Jack said.
“Don’t get cocky.” Q said to Jack.
With that said, Austin looked over to Saxon. Saxon placed the Server on the Navigation consol. Austin, who was just teenager who once liked to play Dungeons and Dragons, skate to school, and grab his girlfriend’s ass, now held the very universe in the palm of his hand.
--
Instantly, as if nothing had happened, Q, Jack, Frank Grayson and Hank Morton all stood in what appeared to be an all white universe.
“What happened?” Hank asked as he stood next to Frank Grayson.
Q pondered the question for a moment. “They made it.” Q said finally. He looked over to Jack. “Nice job, I couldn’t have come up with a better plan myself.” He said.
“Why the fuck are we here then?” Hank asked as he motioned to Frank and himself.
“I died already over there, remember?” Frank said to Hank Morton.
“So you never intended to go back.” Hank Morton deduced. “So if that’s the case, then why am I here if you already had your bridge to my universe?” He asked Q.
Q pointed to Frank. “He isn’t from your universe.” Q said to Hank as the four began to walk toward some unknown destination inside the white universe.
“What?” Hank asked.
--
Austin, Amber and Jennifer, standing on the Transporter pad, all took all hugged Mark.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mark asked as he felt the forth pip on his collar. “The ship is yours.”
Austin shook his head. “I know, but I know we both know that I am not cut out to be a Starship commander.”
“What about Frank?” Mark asked.
“He’s dead,” Jennifer said to Mark. “Let’s just tell everyone he died. I don’t want my family to spend one more minute on this ship.”
Mark nodded. “Tell him I love him.”
“I will.” Jennifer said.
--
Frank spoke next. “I was on that ship that your Frank dreamed of. From the moment I woke up in his bed, I had his memories, his children, and his wife. I was apparently pulled out of this universe, the universe you call Star Trek, and my being was merged with his.”
--
Three Transporter beams began to shake shape on the warm sand of a beautiful Australian beach. The beach was in a private cove that was overlooked by a large modern home.
The white sandy beach was very bare, but very beautiful. And as Austin, his mother, and his sister Amber, strained their eyes they could see four beach lounge chairs in the distance, and someone waving to them as they walked closer to the lounge chairs.
--
Hank shook his head. “Look, I know Star Trek back and forth. There was no Frank Grayson posted on Captain Kirk’s Enterprise. And that ship certainly didn’t disappear from the Star Trek universe because that was the Enterprise that was eventually destroyed in the Mutara-sector.” Hank told them all.
--
Saxon handed the Server over to Liu Fong, as was their agreement, as Liu Fong stood on the Transporter pad.
“Good luck trying to unlock its secrets.” Saxon said to Liu Fong.
Fong smiled. “Our minds, the Chinese mind, are far more disciplined than yours, Mr. Saxon. We shall indeed unlock its secrets; in time.”
Mark Grayson slid the levers on the Transporter machine and Liu Fong beamed away.
--
Q nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, those are the correct events that happened in this universe.” Q agreed.
“You see,” Frank added, “there were two beams of energy that escaped from the Server in 1943.” Frank told Hank Morton, “One of them struck the airplane that was piloted by a man named Gene Roddenberry. That same energy beam deflected into my father’s, for lack of better word, soul, after it had crossed the myriad universes dreamed of by Mr. Roddenberry since the time he was a young boy writing.” Frank said
Q took over for Frank. “From that moment on the Star Trek universe was waiting to be formed, because Roddenberry already was thinking of the early elements of the show even that far back. Once he began producing the show, the Star Trek universe he unwittingly created began to follow the course of history he created for the show. And even when he passed that responsibly on to others, the Universe he created took it as a literal order from “God” and followed along what you would call the canonical elements of the show.”
“And then fate struck again.” Frank said. “As you recall, the beams of energy from the Server were trapped by the electromagnetic sphere of Earth. One of the beams, as we know, hit the plane Roddenberry and George Grayson, father of my counterpart from your universe.” Frank said to Hank Morton. “When your Frank had his dream, somehow the other stray beam of energy that burst from the Server back in 1943 finally found it’s companion and reunited inside of Frank, who at the time, was dreaming of a universe that the Server, which was still in contact with the beams, found very familiar to the Star Trek universe it had created.”
Hank was trying his best to follow along. “So it merged the dream Frank had about,” Hank said to Frank Grayson, “with what was established and created by the first beam, in essence, and then a second Star Trek universe and brought you all, you-the Enteprise-the Romulans, all over to my universe.” Hank stopped walking.
He pondered for a moment, trying not to be more confused than he was.
“So, if that is the case,” He continued as he began walking with them again, “I never met the real Frank Grayson. In fact, he was never aboard the Enterprise at all. That means that you,” Hank said to Frank Grayson, “knew all along you were not the real Frank.”
Frank, as he walked along side Hank Morton, began to glow with a white aura.
“What’s happening to him?” Hank asked Q.
“Well,” Q said, “he isn’t from this universe either. He belongs in his own universe. Whether it exists any longer I can not be sure, but he belongs there, not here.”
Instantly Frank Grayson, from an alternate Star Trek universe, was gone.
Hank looked to Q. “So, I am the bridge to my universe?”
Q and Jack nodded. “Yes, you are.” Q said to him. “And it would appear that our existence depends on your ability to stay alive, and, or, to have several children to carry on the legacy we share with you.”
“So what happened to them, Austin and the others, when they returned back to my universe?” Hank asked, wanting to know the fate of the friends he had come to know on the Ncc-1701.
“Austin was able to do exactly what Jack told him to do.” Q said. “As it turns out, my bridge to your universe lasted nearly ten seconds. I was able to accomplish a great deal in that time.”
“Like what Q?” Hank demanded, “You better leave them alone!”
Q shook his head and laugh. “First off, Austin did what he had to do very fast. He was really amazing. He pulled them into your universe’s continuity, I was able to make them appear seconds before the wave hit, and then he simply wiped the pulse wave out of existence, and changed out the suns. He did all that in about eight seconds. With the final two seconds I solved the Server’s power, rendering it at best a very interesting looking glowing ball of nothing. I also took away his ability to tune, that’s what we call it, with the fabric of his universe, or any universe for that matter.”
“All of that in ten seconds?” Hank asked.
“You doubt my ability?” Q asked mockingly.
“Is that all you did?” Hank pressed Q.
Q smiled. “No, I decided on two other miracles. I decided to let them keep their Enterprise, and I also decided to do a real godly kind of act and brought Frank, your Frank, from where ever he was, deposited him on a beautiful beach with all of the knowledge of everything that happened while he was in limbo. I even put him back in time the day it all started with his crazy dream, at the point when the other Frank took over. But I gave him direct instructions he had to wait until his family came home for good to reveal the fact that he was…”
--
“Frank?” Jennifer asked as she recognized her husband from afar. She and the kids ran at full speed to greet their father, who they thought they had last seen before coming back to the universe.
“How can this be?” Jennifer asked as they hugged. “What is going on.”
Austin knew, somehow he knew. “You were never up there, were you?” Austin asked.
Frank shook his head. “No. I read the papers about some of the events, but I couldn’t reveal myself. It was part of the agreement I made with,” he paused, “Q.”
“What are you talking about?” Jennifer asked.
“Its not important dear,” Frank said as they kissed. It was the first time he had kissed his wife in quite some time, and it felt real good.
“I think he took our powers a way too.” Austin said to Frank.
“He said he would. Though,” Frank said as he looked up into the sky, “he did let us keep the ship. I hope Mark figures out how to use it the proper way, and how to keep it out of the wrong hands.”
“He will,” Jennifer said.
“Uncle Mark a Starship captain?” Amber said with a laugh. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“What about this house?” Jennifer asked.
“Oh,” Frank said, “I convinced Q to give me four of those.” He pointed at three large suit cases near one of the chairs. “Three of them are filled to the brim with stock certificates, bonds, and a whole lot of other loot. I counted it some time back at about two-hundred million dollars.”
--
Q chuckled, “Okay, three miracles..”
--
“What’s in the other one?” Amber asked.
“Two hundred bars of Gold Pressed Latinum.” Frank said. I bet its worth another two hundred million as well. And I have decided,” Frank said, “I am going to transfer five million dollars into Mr. Wilkes’ account.”
“The man who lost his job?” Jennifer asked as she kissed her husband, not realizing it was for the first time in several months. “My husband,” she said as he grabbed her ass real tight, “always the hero.”
They all sat on the lounge chairs, and sipped on their iced tea as the Sun, the brand new Sun, began to kiss the edge of the horizon.
--
Two Years later.
Hank Morton had become quite a celebrity in the two years that had passed since calling the Star Trek universe home. Starfleet had made him an honorary Admiral, and he had spent several months discussing military strategy with the highest ranks of Starfleet.
He had come to Risa for and relaxation. He was relaxing on a beach lounge chair, soaking in the sun, when a beautiful woman came up and occupied the one next to him.
He looked over to the woman.
“Isn’t your name Vash?” Hank asked.
She smiled her seductive smile. “Why, yes, I am.” She said with a flirtation voice. “You’re that man who came from that other universe and got mixed up with Q.” She said to him. “I know how getting mixed up with him can be, believe me.” She said as she sipped her martini.
Morton flagged down a waiter and asked him to bring them another round of drinks.
They chatted with each other as the sun went down, and as the sun dipped away, they both headed to Hank’s room.
--
It was the middle of the night. Hank was sleeping in his bed, with Vash by his side. It was then he heard a crashing noise from the next room. Vash wasn’t disturbed by the sound, but Hank was curious as to what it is.
He slipped on his robe and went out into the hallway of the hotel room he was staying in. The hallway lights had been dimmed. The light of from another room was coming out from an opened doorway. Hank was curious as to why the door was opened to the other room, and made his way over to opening. He looked in, and saw a most terrible sight.
A man’s body was on the floor of the entrance, stabbed several times. Another man, who was holding the knife with bloodied hands, was crouched down next to the dead man’s body. The killer looked up at Hank Morton. Hank recognized him immediately. He was the doctor from Voyager.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Hank demanded.
“I swear,” Zimmerman said, “I didn’t do this.” He stood up. “I’ve been framed.”
Morton was always a good judge of character.
“I believe you.” Hank told Zimmerman.
“What should I do?” Zimmerman asked, with the look of shocked horror in his face.
Morton could only think of one answer. “Run!”
The end of
AUSTIN GRAYSON
NCC 1701
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Re: Austin Grayson; NCC-1701--That's All She Wrote; RUN with it!
Y'know, when you started this I thought, "Gimme a break! He's writing a fanboy's wet dream!" Turns out, you took a fanboy's wet dream and turned it on its head. Good job-i had fun reading this.
Crap, Rob-i blanked the other PM w/out reading by accident....
Y'know, when you started this I thought, "Gimme a break! He's writing a fanboy's wet dream!" Turns out, you took a fanboy's wet dream and turned it on its head. Good job-i had fun reading this.
Crap, Rob-i blanked the other PM w/out reading by accident....
RobertScorpio
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At last...Frank was with his family..back on Earth..back in their real universe
“Frank?” Jennifer asked as she recognized her husband from afar. She and the kids ran at full speed to greet their father, who they thought they had been killed before coming back to the universe.
“How can this be?” Jennifer asked as they hugged. “What is going on.”
Austin knew, somehow he knew. “You were never up there, were you?” Austin asked.
Frank shook his head. “No. I read the papers about some of the events, but I couldn’t reveal myself. It was part of the agreement I made with,” he paused, “Q.”
“What are you talking about?” Jennifer asked.
“Its not important dear,” Frank said as they kissed. It was the first time he had kissed his wife in quite some time, and it felt real good.
“I think he took our powers a way too.” Austin said to Frank.
“He said he would. Though,” Frank said as he looked up into the sky, “he did let us keep the ship. I hope Mark figures out how to use it the proper way, and how to keep it out of the wrong hands.”
“He will,” Jennifer said.
“Uncle Mark a Starship captain?” Amber said with a laugh. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“What about this mansion on the beech? How?” Jennifer asked.
“Oh,” Frank said, “I convinced Q to give me four of those.” He pointed at three large suit cases near one of the chairs. “Three of them are filled to the brim with stock certificates, bonds, and a whole lot of other loot. I counted it some time back at about two-hundred million dollars.”
TWO YEARS LATER
THE FRANK JOURNEY CONTINUES..
Frank Grayson was happy. He was happy to no longer be in command of the USS Enterprise. Sure, he created the Enterprise with his own mind mind, using images and schematics he had remembered from reading old STAR TREK technical manuals. But all the drama and death he has experienced ever since accidentally creating the damn thing left him never wanting to go back.
After two years he, and his son Austin, had given the control of the Enterprise to his brother Mark and the United Nations and let them do with it as they wanted. But as for Frank Grayson; he was through with it.
He had just dropped his son, Austin, off for school at the local high-school. His wife, Jennifer, was off to work at the local bank, and his daughter, Amber, had taken the bus, as usual, to the local junior-high school.
Frank loved driving around the city of San Diego in his black Mustang; totally oblivious to the world. In fact, on this day, he found himself driving the back roads near Ramona, which meant he got to speed! He looked at the speedometer and smiled as it cracked the 100 barrier. Sure, he had been in command of a starship that could travel at high warp speed. But nothing compared to speed of a car; of a muscle car.
But then, with no warning, he started to feel strange. Up ahead he could see a prick of light, and it was getting better. He tried to go around the strange manifestation of light, but the strange light moved to obstruct his view and then….the road was empty. Frank Grayson was gone. The car, which now had no one driving it, sped off into the desert scruff nearby and struck a small sand dune; coming to a sudden and complete stop.
Continued…
in the pages of an AD ASTRA special story..click here to follow that story as it takes Frank on all new adventures...
“Frank?” Jennifer asked as she recognized her husband from afar. She and the kids ran at full speed to greet their father, who they thought they had been killed before coming back to the universe.
“How can this be?” Jennifer asked as they hugged. “What is going on.”
Austin knew, somehow he knew. “You were never up there, were you?” Austin asked.
Frank shook his head. “No. I read the papers about some of the events, but I couldn’t reveal myself. It was part of the agreement I made with,” he paused, “Q.”
“What are you talking about?” Jennifer asked.
“Its not important dear,” Frank said as they kissed. It was the first time he had kissed his wife in quite some time, and it felt real good.
“I think he took our powers a way too.” Austin said to Frank.
“He said he would. Though,” Frank said as he looked up into the sky, “he did let us keep the ship. I hope Mark figures out how to use it the proper way, and how to keep it out of the wrong hands.”
“He will,” Jennifer said.
“Uncle Mark a Starship captain?” Amber said with a laugh. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“What about this mansion on the beech? How?” Jennifer asked.
“Oh,” Frank said, “I convinced Q to give me four of those.” He pointed at three large suit cases near one of the chairs. “Three of them are filled to the brim with stock certificates, bonds, and a whole lot of other loot. I counted it some time back at about two-hundred million dollars.”
TWO YEARS LATER
THE FRANK JOURNEY CONTINUES..
Frank Grayson was happy. He was happy to no longer be in command of the USS Enterprise. Sure, he created the Enterprise with his own mind mind, using images and schematics he had remembered from reading old STAR TREK technical manuals. But all the drama and death he has experienced ever since accidentally creating the damn thing left him never wanting to go back.
After two years he, and his son Austin, had given the control of the Enterprise to his brother Mark and the United Nations and let them do with it as they wanted. But as for Frank Grayson; he was through with it.
He had just dropped his son, Austin, off for school at the local high-school. His wife, Jennifer, was off to work at the local bank, and his daughter, Amber, had taken the bus, as usual, to the local junior-high school.
Frank loved driving around the city of San Diego in his black Mustang; totally oblivious to the world. In fact, on this day, he found himself driving the back roads near Ramona, which meant he got to speed! He looked at the speedometer and smiled as it cracked the 100 barrier. Sure, he had been in command of a starship that could travel at high warp speed. But nothing compared to speed of a car; of a muscle car.
But then, with no warning, he started to feel strange. Up ahead he could see a prick of light, and it was getting better. He tried to go around the strange manifestation of light, but the strange light moved to obstruct his view and then….the road was empty. Frank Grayson was gone. The car, which now had no one driving it, sped off into the desert scruff nearby and struck a small sand dune; coming to a sudden and complete stop.
Continued…
in the pages of an AD ASTRA special story..click here to follow that story as it takes Frank on all new adventures...
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