Star Trek; Grayson's Mirror

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek
Grayson's Mirror

2015; Earth.

The people of the Earth had grown accustomed to having a genuine real Starship Enterprise in the real world. Under the command of Frank Grayson, the mighty ship, born from his imagination, had been used to help usher in a new era. World wide peace had not yet come to Earth, but in areas the ship’s technology could be used, it was.

From using its massive phaser banks to cut new irrigation canals in Africa, to help restoring the Earth’s biosphere in other areas, the ship’s crew had served man kind well.

And then the great starship left on its first mission outside of the solar system it called home. A journey to the nearest star system would last only a month. But in the month the Enterprise was gone, Earth faced certain doom.

From outer space a fleet of unknown space craft attacked the Earth, laying waste to the United States first, and then the rest of the superpowers as well. The devastation was horrific in scale, leaving the world’s population devastated. Massive radiation waste had been poured into the atmosphere due to the destruction of all of the planet’s nuclear plants, and he detonation of several nuclear weapons in a foolish attempt to attack the invading fleet.

In three short days the Earth’s population had been reduced to just two or three million; all survivors on a now dieing planet. No more than tribes; echoes of a once proud civilization.

Where was the Starship Enterprise? Did it not get the emergency messages? Why didn’t it return to defend Earth? But It didn’t matter anymore; the Earth had been, by all accounts, destroyed.


Star Trek
The Grayson Mirror
Chapter one;
You Can Never Go Back
--coming soon—

 

[RobertScorpio]

STAR TREK
Grayson’s Mirror
-prologue-

Chucks of planetary debris were all that remained of Earth. Not the Earth in a science fiction universe, but the universe where I came from. You see, it all began several years ago.

My father was a very special person, with a special ability. He was able to access the power of an energy orb that was simply called the Server. Using mere thought, he was able to make his deepest thoughts come true. It was an ability he did not know he had until he was in his 40s.

One night, while he was sleeping, he was dreaming of the television program Star Trek. Not the one with the bald white guy, or the dude from Spencer for Hire. No, my father was dreaming of the first star trek; the best star trek. He was dreaming of the Star trek show with Captain Kirk and Mister Spock and girls with short skirts. He had always tried to get me into Star Trek from an early age, but I thought it was dorky. I preferred Star Wars because, to me, it was just cooler. Star Trek was from another time, and I could never get into Star Trek because of all the lumpy headed aliens.

So, anyway, my dad was dreaming one night of Star Trek. In his dream he was dreaming that he was the captain, and the ship was locked in combat with a Romulan ship. They were the ones who looked like Spock, that’s all I remembered about them.

The next morning, when my father awoke, he found a real Star Trek communicator and while on the way to work, he accidentally opened it, and the next thing he knew, he was standing on the Transporter deck of a real USS ENTERPRISE.

Unknown to him, he wasn’t the only one who was aware that there was a real Starship in orbit of Earth. The United States Military, under the command of Gen Hank Morton, was aware as well. For several months a cat and mouse game would be played between my father and the United States military. As it turned out, a secret organization in China was aware of the ship as well.

Eventually my father, with advice from William Shatner and Stephen Hawking, put together a crew of those he could trust. Unfortunately several of these crew members had been compromised by a shadow government agency called “eight”, and its ruthless leader, Narrenson.

It turned out that nearly ten-thousands years ago an alien artifact, the energy orb I had mentioned earlier, crashed in Arizona. It had mystic properties that the Native Americans came into possession of. Eventually, through the course of history, the secret organization, Eight, came into possession of it and had used it to guide technical advances of America. I still do not know what Eight did with it for all those years. But I do know that in the mid 1900s, or so, the Orb pulsed. The energy, struck an airplane my Grandfather was on, and didn’t kill anyone. But it did, unknown to my Grandfather, alter his DNA. Eventually my mother became pregnant with my father, and he was born with the ability to interact with the Orb. And it was through his dream, he created the Enterprise.

While my father and the crew began to understand the operation capabilities of the ship, unknown to them, a real, totally staffed Romulan vessel was also created and brought into the real universe, but very far away. In fact, a Romulan soldier, who had beamed over during the dream, was also created and was a prisoner on the Enterprise. His name was T’lar, and he also became a friend of mine.

The Romulan vessel eventually found its way to Earth, and destroyed our Sun in the process, and Earth as well. With only one chance left, my father moved the Enterprise into the Star Trek universe. Eventually, with Admiral Janeway’s help, as well as Q’s help, we were able to return to our universe just before the end had come. My father, using his ability, switched the position of our Sun with another Sun from a totally different universe.

All was good, and a new era came to Earth. In just a few short years we had helped solve some of the major problems facing Earth, while also making sure the Enterprise could not be used to solve the political problems of our world.

It was a month ago when we left Earth on our first mission to the closest star system. We went there to study the three stars in that system; Alpha Centauri A and B, and their smaller sibling, Proxima Centauri. All went well, and we were returning to Earth with a vast to array of knowledge for Earth’s scientist to sift through.

But as we approached Earth, just beyond the outer Ort Cloud, we began receiving signals. Earth had been attacked. It hadn’t blown itself up in a Nuclear War, it had been destroyed by an armada from space.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

[Mistral]

A little extreme for an opening but I'm game-where are we going?

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek
Grayson’s Mirror


The crew of the USS ENTERPRISE, under the command of Frank Grayson, all met in the giant recreation area of the ship. The Enterprise arrived back at Earth, and the reality of the situation was still setting in. The Earth was nothing more than a shattered world, the obvious victim of a space armada’s relentless attack. Continual scanning of the surface of Earth showed only scatterings of humans, and virtually no life at all in what would have been the United States of America. Most of the crew was comprised of Americans, but there were other nationalities as well. But, for the most part, they were now totally alone.

Some of the former crew members were among the dead on Earth, no doubt. Frank’s older brother, Mark Grayson, and his wife Reymia, had beamed down to Earth weeks before the Enterprise left; now they were dead.

Frank stood at a podium and prepared to speak with the crew that had gathered. Most of the bridge crew members were in attendance as well, including Science officer Hyato Tashigawa and ships surgeon, Dr. Edwin Inglehopper.

“Can I have your attention,” Frank said to them all. The low noise of chatter settled down to silence. “By now we are all very aware of the situation. Sometime, in the past week or so, our world was attacked by fleet of space craft. We have since gathered information taken during the attack.”

“Captain,” Inglehopper said as he stood just feet away from Frank, “We have to do something for the surviors.” Dr. Inglehopper pressed.

“I know,” Frank said. “And we will. But first we have to figure out what happened and come to some kind of understanding as to what we will do. Even this ship is confined by limitations of resources.” He pointed up at the screen above him. “Lets look at this.”

Frank stood back, turned around, and looked up at the screen as well as it displayed recorded video images of the attack. Some of the ships were definitely made with Starfleet Technology. But in the fleet there were also Klingon, Romulan and Cardassian vessels as well. The implications were deep and profound. Earth, their Earth, had been destroyed by those from the Star Trek universe, a fictional universe which most of the crew had enjoyed watching while growing up, or even as adults.

“You did this!” A voice said from the crowd. Frank turned to confront the person. She was one of the medical staff. “Had you not opened that Pandora’s Box none of this would have happened. This whole thing is your entire fault!!” She reached in her pocket, took out a phaser and aimed it at Frank. She fired the weapon and a burst of energy streaked out, striking Frank. Pandemonium swept over the room

--
Hours later Frank Grayson opened his eyes. He could see that he was in sickbay, along with his son Austin.

“What happened?” Frank asked his son.

Austin, who was his First officer, looked down at his dad. “Well, you got shot with a phaser pistol by one of the crew member who was stressed out about what is going on. Luckily for you, the phaser was on stun. We’re holding her in the brig, dad, but I don’t think she’s really going to be a threat. She’s was just stressed, we all are.”

“How long have I been out?” Frank asked.

“About eleven hours,” Austin replied. “Nothing much has changed. The ship is still in orbit of Earth. Dad,” Austin said softly, “what are we going to do? Where are we going to go?”

“How’s mom handling all this?” Frank asked.

“She and Amber are helping with talking with those who lost family or friends on Earth,” Austin told Frank, “if you want I can go get her.”

Frank shook his head. “No, let them keep helping those who are hurt.” Frank said.

Austin sat next to his father on the bed. “Dad, I hate to ask this again,” Austin said, “but what now? Where do we go?”

Frank shook his head. “I don’t know, son.” Frank said. “What about the Server? Can you detect it on Earth with the sensors?”

Austin shook his head. “No,” Austin said, “Mr. Tashigawa has been trying to locate it with every trick in the book. There is still no sign of it or Mr. Saxon.”

Suddenly the com system came to life. The voice of Rayana Jackson spoke. “Bridge to Captain Grayson.”

“Go ahead,” Frank and Austin both replied.

“Sir, we are receiving a homing beacon signal from one of Saturn’s moons; Mimas.” Ryana said.

“How can that be?” Frank asked.

Leonard Jackson, third in command and ships operations specialist answered, “We’re not sure Frank. But the signal is authentic.”

Frank thought for a moment. “Okay, go ahead and set course for Mimas. I’ll be up on the bridge in a couple minutes.”

“So, Dad” Austin said, “do we just fumble our way through all of this as if nothing happened?” Austin asked his Frank as Frank stood up from the medical bed.

Frank nodded his head. “Right now, there is nothing more we can do.”

“Except,” Dr. Inglehopper said. “get more rest. The effects of the stun, nausea and numbness, isn’t going away anytime soon.”

“I’ll make up for it,” Frank said to Inglehopper. “just as soon as I can.”

Frank and Austin headed for the bridge.

--
The Enterprise left orbit of Earth. The scarred planet faded in the distance as the ship headed for the planet Saturn, and one of its moons; Mimas.

CONTINUED

 

[Mistral]

Hmmm....where did that fleet come from-with you the easy explanation is almost never the truth.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek
Grayson’s Mirror


The Starship Enterprise arrived at the Saturn moon called Mimas, having tracked a distress signal there.

Frank Grayson sat in the command chair, having changed into his uniform on the way to the bridge. Although they were on the Enterprise from the old Star Trek show from the 60s, the crew had chosen to wear the black and gray uniforms of Deep Space Nine. It was still a strange sight to get used to, seeing the two STAR TREK era’s collide, Frank though to him self.

Shayana Jackson manned the communications post, she pivoted her chair to face Grayson’s command chair.

“Sir,” Lt. Shayana Jackson reported, “the signal is definitely coming from the surface of Mimas.”

“That’s impossible,”Lt.CMDR Leonard Jackson, Shayana’s husband, who sat at the navigation post, countered. “No one could survive on that surface of that moon, sir.”

Frank got up and out of his chair and walked over to Science officer Kashigawa. Another thing it took getting use to, Frank thought, was seeing Hyato wearing his kilt version of the Star Trek uniform, with a ponytail trailing down his neck as well.

“Mr. Kashigawa,” Frank said, “any life signs?”

Kashigawa was leaning down and using the viewer at the science station. He stood back up and nodded his head. “Yes, sir,” Tashigawa reported, “one human life-form, male, is registering on the planet below.”

Frank looked at the main screen and the image of Mimas that was being displayed on it. “Perhaps they are a witness to what happened.” Frank said. “Interesting,” Frank said. He headed towards the turbolift and spoke to Leonard Jackson as he did, “Send a security detachment to Transporter Room #3, Mr. Jackson” Frank said to Leonard. “And have my son meet me there as well.”

“Aye sir,” Leonard said.

Frank entered the turbolift and headed for the Transporter room.

--

Meanwhile in Frank Grayson’s quarters;

Frank’s wife, Jennifer, and their daughter Amber, arrived at the family’s quarters, both feeling exhausted.

“You handled the younger kids very well,” Jennifer told her daughter. “They seem to look up at you due to your time dealing with the fact that your father has created a fictional space ship from out of his mind.”

“Oh, believe me,” Amber said, “the only reason I’m not falling apart is because of you and dad both being here with me. Some of those kids lost parents, and or other family members, when Earth was destroyed. I still can’t believe it, mother,” Amber said, “our world is gone. I think I am in too much shock to really cry about it. What will we do? Where do we go?”

Jennifer held her daughter close. “I don’t know, honey. We just have to be strong.”

As she hugged her daughter, Jennifer looked at the family portrait. So much had happened in their lives, ever since the Enterprise became part of it. With the destruction of Earth, and somehow the fictional universe of Star Trek being involved, Jennifer could wonder what was yet to come.
--

Moments later Frank arrived at the Transporter room to find his son, and second in command, Austin manning the Transporter machine. Two security members were there as well, phasers at the ready.

“Lock on to the life-form and prepare to beam it aboard,” Frank said to Austin.

Just then the door to the Transporter room opened and Dr. Inglehopper came is.

“Can I help you Doctor?” Frank asked.

“Well,” Inglehopper said with a smile, “I have watched enough of Star Trek in my time to know that McCoy was usually there when someone one of a mysterious nature was beamed aboard.”

Inglehopper pulled out a medical scanner, one of the ones that looked like a salt-shaker, and prepared to scan what ever, or whoever, came aboard.

Frank looked to Austin. “Energize.” Frank ordered.

Suddenly the shimmering effect appeared and a humanoid was beamed aboard the ship. The person was wearing an environmental suit. With out delay the new arrival reached up and took off the helmet of the environmental suit. The person smiled.

“I’m back,” Hank Morton said as he puffed on a cigar.

-continued

NEXT TIME; The USS ENTERPRISE is locked in a battle against a Klingon Bird of Pray!!!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek
Grayson’s Mirror

The USS ENTERPRISE hung in orbit above the Saturn moon named Mimas, having just beamed Hank Morton aboard.

Hank Morton sat with Frank Grayson in the briefing room. Hank Morton watched in shock at the images Frank showed him. The images were from various television coverage of the attack on Earth.

Among the countless footage of raw destruction was the footage that showed Sean Hannity, and the rest of FOX NEWs being blown to bits by a Klingon Bird of Prey. Another image showed MSNBC being pummeled by a Cardassian Galor-Class ship. There were images of entire cities being utterly devastated by massive explosions, all over the world. There was no mercy. There was not even any message from the attackers. There was just wave after wave of attacking ships, and more importantly, ships that were definitely from the Star Trek Universe. The recorded footage finally ended. Frank looked over to Hank, who was speechless for a moment.

“Amazing,” Hank said. He shook his head in bewilderment.

“We didn’t even get a chance to fight back.” Frank said softly. “We were coming back from our first journey to another star, and this happened.”

“Strange,” Hank said, “how the attacker didn’t even bother to signal who they were or why they were doing this.”

Frank nodded. “So how is it you came to be stranded on Mimas?” Frank asked.


“Q left me there,” Hank replied. “I guess I got on his nerves too many times and he got sick of me.”

“Too bad he didn’t,” Frank paused, “wait a second; can you get in contact with Q?” Frank asked.

“No,” Hank said with disappointment in his voice. “What about the Server?” Hank asked. “You should be able to something with it to help. Turn back time maybe.”

Frank shook his head. “We can’t find Saxon, or the Server. And the Enterprise’s sensors show no sign of it anywhere on Earth.”

Suddenly a signal came from the Bridge and Science Officer Hyato Kashigawa’s image came on the monitor.

“Sir,” Hyato said, “we are now noticing what could be remnants of warp signatures on some of the sensor readings we recorded back near Earth.”

Frank nodded. “Set course back to Earth,” Frank said to Hyato and then the monitor went dark. Frank looked to Hank. “I’m glad to have you aboard Hank. Hope you won’t mind returning to your old post as Chief of Engineering.”

Hank smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Frank shook Hank’s out reached hand. “Go ahead and get out of that environmental suit and I’ll see you up on the Bridge.”

Frank stood up and headed out of the Briefing Room. Once Hank was all alone he looked around the Briefing Room and then flashed an evil smile that he knew no one else could see.


Continued—

Star Trek; Grayson’s Mirror and Star Trek; The Perfect Man will soon merge into one story, which has already started. Read Star Trek; Voyager Path Two to follow the threads…