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Tsv-08-100 LSTX-2000: Lost in Space and Time Chapter One: A Temporal Displacement Chapter Two: An Exitor and an EM Egg Chapter Three: Under Cloak and at the Edge Chapter Four: Shanghaied by Martian Slavers Chapter Five: The Ntzeon Effect Chapter Six: Lost Survivors in Space Chapter Seven: Stealth About Midnight Chapter Eight: Back Through Time Chapter Nine: Zeta 4 Chapter Ten: The Ntzeon Plant Chapter Eleven: The Voyage Across Time	LSTX-2000: Lost in Space and Time Chapter 8: Back through Time “This is going to sound most unusual,” Data said to the surviving bridge crew, “but Lieutenant Laforge and I both agree it is our most favorable course of action.” He nodded to Laforge and the engineer explained the situation. “Since there are no gravitational or energy sources whatsoever in this limbo or whatever it is,” he said, “All we have to get us out of here is our own engines. We agree that going back in time is the only way, and we think we’ve found a way to use our own power and resources to do it. The way to do it is to create a relay between the shields and the engine core. In order to do this, we will use the deflector dish. But the unusual aspect is we have to do something we’ve never done before, except perhaps by accident. We have to spin the Enterprise on its hub, the hub of the saucer section, and create an axis within the shield harmonic grid.” “Spin the saucer section?” Doctor Crusher said with a measure of disbelief. “Yes, the reason for this,” Laforge completed, “is to simulate time in reverse. Recall the inertia we felt after the antimatter explosion? Well, that is how time went after the explosion. We were carried on a spinning course within the shockwave while the universe was being destroyed. In order to completely activate the reversal, we’ve got to kick in to it and make a pattern lock. In theory, after we make the pattern lock, we should reverse time and reenter the universe before the explosion.” “Even if we manage to get back,” Troi said, “How do we stop the explosion?” “We will continue to go back in time,” Data said, “after the event has been passed, and stop at a point in time well enough into the past to seek a way to prevent it.” Data and Laforge seemed sure enough, but Barkley was having a slight difficulty and reflected both the Doctor and Counselor Troi. “Alright, so it’s a long shot,” Laforge decided, looking at their faces. “But it’s all we’ve got, and we sure can’t stay here. Our estimated life-support time is down to 24 hours, and the power drain isn’t helping our engines. The fact is, we’ve got to do this, and the sooner we do it, the better we can survive it.” Everyone nodded in agreement, and Data arose. “Very well,” he said. “We will prepare ourselves and be ready to begin the time-reversal in 1 hour. Counselor, Doctor, please see that everyone is secure within their chambers. The inertia caused by the spin will effectively render the artificial gravity powerless. Please be sure everyone is placed secure against the outer walls of their quarters during the reversal.” Troi and Crusher left to follow these instructions, while Data, Laforge and Barkley went to the bridge. Data took the Captain’s chair and Laforge and Barkley went to the aft science station to get the project going. An hour later, they were all fastened to their seats at their separate stations, awaiting the beginning of the time-reversal. “All stations secure,” Barkley said, “we’re ready.” “Extending shields now,” Laforge said, “and increasing the warp power.” He counted aloud to 6 and signaled Barkley, “Now!” Barkley adjusted the deflector, and the shields began to resonate. “Deflector working,” he said, “harmonics increasing.” Laforge said, “Alright, so far so good. One second now, here we go!” He kicked the ship into a counter clockwise motion and suddenly the entire saucer section began to spin, with the bridge at its axis. It was slow for about 10 seconds then the rate gradually increased. They were rotating alright, but as the rate increased, it was impossible for Laforge or Barkley to make out anything on the console, including the chronometer, so it wasn’t certain that the reversal was occurring. “I can’t read the chronometer!” he called out to Barkley. “Neither can I,” Barkley responded. “It’s working!” Data said loudly, for their assurance. “We just made a pattern-lock!” This made everyone feel good, regardless of the inertial force that was overtaking them. During some time during the spinning reversal of time, everyone on the ship experienced sudden unconsciousness, all except for Data, who had compensated for it. As they awoke, Data greeted them, along with another somewhat familiar stranger, the mysterious traveler Querzo. Doctor Crusher also appeared and began checking everyone’s vitals with a sensory unit. “Is everyone alright?” Data said. Laforge and Barkley nodded and Laforge checked the chronometer on the console. “We did it,” he said, with suppressed amazement, “we have 49 hours before the antimatter explosion.” As everyone contemplated this, all eyes turned to Data, and then to Querzo, for insight. “We should adjourn to the conference room,” Data said. “Mr. Barkley, please see to it all stations are secure, then report to the conference room and join us.” Barkley left the bridge and did so. Data said to Laforge, “I believe Mr. Querzo may be able to help,” and led the man across the bridge to the conference room. But before they passed through the door, Querzo collapsed. Crusher detected a wound on Querzo’s left side, just under the ribs. She tried to have him beamed directly to the med-lab, but for some reason, the transporter wouldn’t function. Querzo awoke as he lay on the bridge floor near the side wall, and said something about attending his wound. Through obvious surges of sharp pain, he tried to arise. Crusher helped him, and once he was on his feet, he appeared capable of walking, and followed the doctor out. While still riding in the turbo-lift, he leaned against the wall and said, “I’ll be alright, just take me to my quarters.” “But I’ve got to stop the bleeding,” she insisted. “I can do that,” he said. “Are you a doctor?” she said curiously. “You could say that, after all, everything is relative,” he felt another surge of pain, and then added, “Necessity is the mother of invention.” “I think you’d better let me handle this,” she said, as the turbo-lift stopped. “No wait,” he said, and she stopped. The door began to open and he hit the console with a light fist. The doors shut again and he explained. “Rather than avoid an argument, let’s just settle this here and now. Observe closely and learn, doctor, this should interest you.” Querzo detached the separate sides of his ‘armored vest’, and as he did so, it suddenly changed colors, from a light blue and bronze to grey, black and silver. He removed the vest and set it on the floor, then separated the sides of a thinner veil, which revealed the bleeding wound, a patch of dark purple with light red within the midst. Querzo made a fast slash with his right hand in the air, and quickly brought it down over the wound. The area about the wound began to emanate light aural colors. He held the hand over the wound for about a minute, and when he took it away, not only had the bleeding stopped, but the wound was completely healed, and the dry blood was flaking away. He sighed with closed eyes and a breath of relief. The pain was gone, the contusion completely cauterized. “That’s quite a trick,” Crusher said with astonishment, “Some kind of electromagnetic pathogen?” “Something like that,” Querzo admitted. “It utilizes variations upon the aural-net. EMV; electromagnetism. It was a side-effect of the original accident.” “Really?” she said with interest. “Still want to go to your quarters?” “No, I’m okay now,” he admitted, and picked up his vest and put it back on. “Let’s get to that conference. We’ve only 48 hours to stop those mad Martians.” “Bridge,” Crusher said to the turbo-lift. Once in the conference room, Barkley arrived, and Data began. “According to Mr. Querzo,” he said, “the antimatter explosion is the result of an experiment being conducted by 2 ‘renegade’ militants who are intent upon creating a portal to a parallel universe. Querzo is familiar with these 2 renegades and believes he has the means to stop them.” Data nodded to Querzo and the man explained. “This isn’t the first time they conducted this experiment. They’ve done it perhaps half a dozen times before, and twice already, I’ve been able to counteract their actions.” “What about the other 4?” Laforge said, with some doubt. “Those other times were eventually compensated for by others of my association,” he admitted. “We’re forgetting something,” Crusher said, “Data, what about the Captain, Ryker, and Warf?” “The sensors have been unable to locate them on the surface of the planet. I am puzzled by this because at 48 hours prior to the explosion, according to our records, the Captain was still within radio-contact.” “It’s a side-effect of the antimatter-decay,” Querzo explained. “The fabric of the universe itself is affected by the increase of n-energy, causing a variation within the EM field of the planet itself.” “N-energy?” Data said with interest. “That would seem to suggest...” “Time is also affected,” Querzo completed the thought with agreement. Data blinked twice as Laforge and Barkley both checked their chronometers. “Zero minus 45 hours and 40 minutes," Laforge said with surprise. “But how can that be?” “That’s what I’ve got too, 45 and 40,” Barkley said. Querzo took a deep breath as Data confirmed it. “According to my internal chronometer, which is not affected, only 45 minutes have passed since our arrival.” -------------------------------------------------------------- After they got over the fact that time had been distorted by the mysterious electromagnetic egg on the planet below, they put together a plan. Querzo assured them that he would do everything within his power to undo the explosion and save their crew-members, and Troi nodded to Data to let him know the mysterious man was being sincere. “Well, alright,” Laforge said, “we’ll try it your way, Querzo. But the sooner we do it, the better, because if you fail, then we’ve got to implement another plan of action. This time-distortion isn’t working in our favor.” “Just follow Data’s chronometer,” Querzo said, “and send that probe in on time. I want these guys to be distracted when I hit them.” “You got it,” Laforge said, and they arose as Querzo went to the door. “Barkley,” Laforge said, “you’re with me.” They departed. “Data,” Crusher said, as Troi and she resumed their seats. “You never told us what happened after we blacked out.” “Yes,” Troi said, “how did Querzo get involved? “The same way as before,” Data explained, “He suddenly appeared on the bridge out of thin air. He told me he had a way to prevent the explosion, and then everyone began waking up.” “Appeared out of thin air,” Crusher said, “Something very mysterious about him,” she concluded, with slight suspicion. “I agree,” Troi said, “but I detect no inner hostilities toward the Enterprise or any of its crew. I do, however, detect a great anger directed towards the entities behind the explosion.” “It would appear that Querzo is on our side,” Data said, and arose. “Unless you are needed elsewhere, Doctor, your presence on the bridge with the counselor and I would be helpful.” The 3 of them went to the bridge. Data took the Captain’s chair, with Crusher and Troi on both sides. “Data to Hanger bay,” he said. “Mr. Querzo will be arriving shortly. Please assist him with a shuttlecraft.” He turned to Troi. “Perhaps you should escort him, Counselor, since he is most familiar with you.” She agreed, and left the bridge to do so. 20 minutes later, at Zero minus 43 hours and 5 minutes, the shuttlecraft departed for the planet, while Laforge and Barkley prepared the probe. [Back] [Next]
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