Summary : What happens when we take 'A Piece Of The Action' and include two more heroes who are only pretending to be mobsters? Bela Oxmyx and his boys are in for it now!
This story is a Remix, a story utilizing the frame and plot of an original Star Trek episode and adding in crossover elements.
The Buzz About Town
by Rob Morris
The masked individual released an angry James T. Kirk, while his companion, all in black, released Spock from a special hold that felt like it could shatter neutronium.
"Just sit tight, Captain, and you won't be harmed. I promise."
The masked mobster's second turned to Spock, and spoke very matter-of-factly.
"You are quite powerful, Mister Spock. But some of these holds I use predate your philosopher, Surak. I know many others, besides the one I used."
In a glimpse that required no words, Spock and Kirk confirmed to each other that these particular Iotians were not quite as grammar-challenged as Oxmyx, et al.
"Very well, but if we're not to be harmed, then-why are we here? We're not providing you with Federation weaponry anymore than Oxmyx."
The man smiled.
"I don't want your weaponry, Captain. The fact is, as you've seen, Sigma Iotia Two has more than enough weaponry - thanks to my stupidity."
Spock looked at the seated masked mobster, called a 'Loose Cannon' by Oxmyx and the others.
"Sir, the state of this world is not your fault. If anyone is at fault, it is the crew of the Horizon, 100 years ago, and they could not know your culture's imitative nature."
Spock's confident captor looked at him.
"Ah, but what if we were from The Horizon, Spock? I am its First Officer. My name is Ikano, and this is my Captain, Britt Reid. We ejected in cryo-stasis tubes when the Horizon was lost."
The man known as Britt Reid unmasked with his friend, and continued.
"We awoke to find the damage we had inadvertently done, and resolved to keep it from destroying this society. We found that the factions had no independent newspaper, so we filled that hole. That--and another one."
Kirk nodded.
"I recognized the uniform, Captain Reid, but thought it just another example of cultural contamination."
"Not at all, Captain. This uniform--and the one worn by my XO have been in our families for several generations. It's an old trick-we pretend to be players within the mob wars, but actually work against it all."
Spock raised an eyebrow.
"Fascinating. Captain, it is the cultural equivalent of 'fighting fire with fire'."
"Indeed, Spock. Captain Reid and Ikano direct the others' efforts without having to lift a finger. We'll take you both with us, of course, as soon as we can contact the Enterprise."
"Thank you, Captain. But this society needs a cauterizing event to stanch the blood we unintentionally drew. That's where you two come in."
Later, newspaper publisher Reid and his city editor sat, and waited. They didn't need to wait long. Bela Oxymyx and a few of the other leaders burst in, armed and accompanied by their 'boys'. Bela held a gun to Reid's throat.
"Awright, Mister Fancy-Dan Publisher! I know now. You're the loose cannon, the independent player. Well, jerk, I'm sending you on to Cloud 9!"
Despite being completely surrounded, Reid and Ikano remained completely calm. Then, through the right and left windows smashed two masked, dashing figures. One in green--James T. Kirk. One in black, his ears hidden, Mister Spock. Outside, some Enterprise phaser fire on heavy stun took out the gunsels who lay in wait. Between the four of them, Reid, Ikano---under the guise of self-defense-and the masked, costumed, voice-disguised Enterprise Officers took out everyone inside. The voice-disguised Kirk picked up Oxmyx, and threw him against the wall.
"Very unwise, Bela. Thinking I was a printer-boy? Now, as you can see, I've made my own deal with Kirk. Just like you're going to make your own deal with me."
"Awright, ya got me. Just name the deal."
"You'll like it, Bela. I stay in the shadows-and you run everything."
Back aboard the Enterprise, there was good news. Kirk turned to Reid.
"No charges to be filed against either you or Mr. Ikano, Captain. Different time, different rules. Plus, your efforts to reunite that society has Starfleet asking if you're interested in re-training, maybe even a new ship. What do you say, gentlemen?"
Reid scratched his head. He looked at his friend and First Officer.
"What do you think?"
"I think, Mister Britt Reid, that this sounds very much like another challenge for the Green Hornet."
"Well said, Mister Ikano Kato."
This story is a Remix, a story utilizing the frame and plot of an original Star Trek episode and adding in crossover elements.
The Buzz About Town
by Rob Morris
The masked individual released an angry James T. Kirk, while his companion, all in black, released Spock from a special hold that felt like it could shatter neutronium.
"Just sit tight, Captain, and you won't be harmed. I promise."
The masked mobster's second turned to Spock, and spoke very matter-of-factly.
"You are quite powerful, Mister Spock. But some of these holds I use predate your philosopher, Surak. I know many others, besides the one I used."
In a glimpse that required no words, Spock and Kirk confirmed to each other that these particular Iotians were not quite as grammar-challenged as Oxmyx, et al.
"Very well, but if we're not to be harmed, then-why are we here? We're not providing you with Federation weaponry anymore than Oxmyx."
The man smiled.
"I don't want your weaponry, Captain. The fact is, as you've seen, Sigma Iotia Two has more than enough weaponry - thanks to my stupidity."
Spock looked at the seated masked mobster, called a 'Loose Cannon' by Oxmyx and the others.
"Sir, the state of this world is not your fault. If anyone is at fault, it is the crew of the Horizon, 100 years ago, and they could not know your culture's imitative nature."
Spock's confident captor looked at him.
"Ah, but what if we were from The Horizon, Spock? I am its First Officer. My name is Ikano, and this is my Captain, Britt Reid. We ejected in cryo-stasis tubes when the Horizon was lost."
The man known as Britt Reid unmasked with his friend, and continued.
"We awoke to find the damage we had inadvertently done, and resolved to keep it from destroying this society. We found that the factions had no independent newspaper, so we filled that hole. That--and another one."
Kirk nodded.
"I recognized the uniform, Captain Reid, but thought it just another example of cultural contamination."
"Not at all, Captain. This uniform--and the one worn by my XO have been in our families for several generations. It's an old trick-we pretend to be players within the mob wars, but actually work against it all."
Spock raised an eyebrow.
"Fascinating. Captain, it is the cultural equivalent of 'fighting fire with fire'."
"Indeed, Spock. Captain Reid and Ikano direct the others' efforts without having to lift a finger. We'll take you both with us, of course, as soon as we can contact the Enterprise."
"Thank you, Captain. But this society needs a cauterizing event to stanch the blood we unintentionally drew. That's where you two come in."
Later, newspaper publisher Reid and his city editor sat, and waited. They didn't need to wait long. Bela Oxymyx and a few of the other leaders burst in, armed and accompanied by their 'boys'. Bela held a gun to Reid's throat.
"Awright, Mister Fancy-Dan Publisher! I know now. You're the loose cannon, the independent player. Well, jerk, I'm sending you on to Cloud 9!"
Despite being completely surrounded, Reid and Ikano remained completely calm. Then, through the right and left windows smashed two masked, dashing figures. One in green--James T. Kirk. One in black, his ears hidden, Mister Spock. Outside, some Enterprise phaser fire on heavy stun took out the gunsels who lay in wait. Between the four of them, Reid, Ikano---under the guise of self-defense-and the masked, costumed, voice-disguised Enterprise Officers took out everyone inside. The voice-disguised Kirk picked up Oxmyx, and threw him against the wall.
"Very unwise, Bela. Thinking I was a printer-boy? Now, as you can see, I've made my own deal with Kirk. Just like you're going to make your own deal with me."
"Awright, ya got me. Just name the deal."
"You'll like it, Bela. I stay in the shadows-and you run everything."
Back aboard the Enterprise, there was good news. Kirk turned to Reid.
"No charges to be filed against either you or Mr. Ikano, Captain. Different time, different rules. Plus, your efforts to reunite that society has Starfleet asking if you're interested in re-training, maybe even a new ship. What do you say, gentlemen?"
Reid scratched his head. He looked at his friend and First Officer.
"What do you think?"
"I think, Mister Britt Reid, that this sounds very much like another challenge for the Green Hornet."
"Well said, Mister Ikano Kato."
