Star Trekkies: The Side Story
Narrator: Steve
My name is Steve, no last name. Actually, I do have a last name, but it’s not needed at this point of time. In fact, why would you even care in the least about me? To you, I look like a everyday high school nerd with his nose in the books, but you aren’t trying hard enough to see what I truly am: A experiment, a lab rat. Geeze, I sound like I’m in one of these Animorphs fantasies. Okay, I’ll make this simple enough for your minds to understand. All of us were conducted in a weird transformation, me, Michael, Allison, Kristian, Jessie, and two girls called May and Lia. We were set on tables, strapped in, as the people stuck us with life-threatening needles, which I confess, I dislike since they didn’t use any disinfectant. The wound healed up fast though.
Anyways, as I was saying, here I am, is in the Star Trek future. No, I mean it. Read my lips: STAR TREK. It’s almost too good to be true for a Trek fan, but what they did to us might not get us home without stirring up a panic back home.
In simple terms, they changed our body chemistry. Apparently, we were all dressed in Star Trek costumes at the time, so they thought, ‘Hey, let’s play a practical joke and make them into what they portray!’ So, they did, Jessie’s half Klingon, Kristan, and May were turned into half Vulcan’s, meaning I have to keep out of their ear range and Allison, well, she’s full Vulcan, and still keeps her sense of humor. If that means any thing at all if she sees her parents again. If WE see Earth again.
We, the humans, me, Lia and Michael, were given powers that came from the experiment. I got the ability to regenerate, (Meaning “cut me in two, and I’ll grow back my body quicker than you cut it.” ) and Michael’s got some kind of psychic probe/ telekinesis thing going on, a sort of bad thing if you’re thinking about how he looks silly with that red shirt of his tucked in, and he decks you with paper-weights. Lia’s a shape-shifter, and getting better at controlling it too. I wonder who those aliens killed so we can get these powers. Maybe when we meet and beat the heck out of them, they’ll tell us.
It sort of bites the ice you know, we 23th century, you 21st. Anime, regular internet, board games, flat non-moving floors, all gone from us. We don’t even know if the message board still exists, or if we have any ascendants to tell us if we ever come back. Personally, I want to see if my blood still roams around for centuries to come, and if one of them established a glorious space empire on my behalf. Okay, I’m daydreaming again, I better lay down and relax writing this up in my log. I’m a fanfiction writer, not a very good one since I’m only doing this because I’m bored to death with suicide missions and losing over and over to a stupid holo-chess computer
Why am I talking in 1st person? Simple, Allison has already probably told you already how we were transformed, but I want you guys to find out why and how 5 of us, living in different parts of the U.S. ended up in a Trek Convention. Well, you see…
“Steve! We’re arrived!” shouted out a short, dark haired boy in a red shirt. That’s Michael by the way. I got myself out of resting position and stood up to face him, with my eyes starting to get cold and icy as I typed in his funeral decreed.
“I’m aware, Michael, the trembles of the planet gravity and me falling off the bed on my back gave me the idea we landed.” I said, annoyed. For some reason, I can’t detect him like the others, like he has no heat signature of his own. Odd factor.
He left, the sliding door behind him. I glanced at the shiny metal sheet by my bed as I’m typing this. Do you ever understand when someone is close to perfection, someone speeds it up so you don’t know what to do next? That’s what I saw about my face, pimple-less, mole-less, not a scar anywhere. Dr. McCoy worked on all of us with his equipment, he even cured me of the seemingly nearly invincible cold I had that has restricted my breathing for 8 years (You heard me, I had it for 8 years!) . That’s why I’m working for him now, but if Allison DOES get a ship of her own, she must assign me as a doctor(even though I hate the sight of others blood).My eyes were now 20/20 again, no fuzziness, no little light tricks on my pupils, so I put my glasses at the foot of my bed, as well as the $7 that I never got to use for snacks at the convention. If we do get to Earth, I’ll use my dark glasses to disguise my eyes so no one would recognize me. This no cold thing has greatly increased my athletic abilities since as running and jumping, as well as fighting. Not that it matters for the time frame I live in.
Oops, I almost forgot about what I was about to do. It’s quite common for me to be a bit absent-minded when thinking of other things. Now, for a flashback, before Mr. Psychic comes back and drags back to Sick Bay……
2 days before the kidnapping….
I was very annoyed, very, very annoyed. Fall break, and my dad HAD to attend a conference. What that means is that we ALL go. I was on the Internet, at the message board in which Yakindu had made another cute joke, when I was forced off to get my suitcase ready. We were going by airplane to the place in Indianapolis. Apparently, that was the only thing that I looked forward to this trip. Since there is the races held down there, and the TV cameras. I loooove it when my face shows up on film.(Why we had to go by airplane was that the highway traffic was extremely heavy during RHRA Finals)
My brother dragged his 2 cases with one hand with ease, awhile I was having trouble with just one. That’s split heredity for ya, brother gets the muscle, I get the brains. And of course, my little sister who was complaining about how she couldn’t lift it without help.
After leaving a message at the board that I’ll be gone for a week or so, I turned the banner off and shut down the computer. Brrrrr, I felt a icy chill for some reason. Well, it better not be a side effect of my acne treatment. I got in the car without anyone asking me too, and almost immediately I got out one of my many, many books for this trip and read quietly.
We soon arrived at the airport and we unloaded our baggage. I felt the chill again, someone was watching me, that’s the explanation for it. Or it could be my imagination. ‘Easy, Steve, you’re over-reacting again.’ I thought to myself as we boarded the plane.
A few hours later, it was getting dark, and I had nearly beaten the Elite Four for the 34th time. It pays to have a thousand rare candies at your disposal. Of course, it’s more about tactics and evasion, two things I’m good at, like right now when my brother and sister are arguing in the front row about who was better in superheroes. Kids. I shouldn’t have to even separate them.
I dozed off to sleep in a few minutes, full from the snacks aboard. (I believe I had about 6 bags of chips and peanuts and 2 sodas-diet of course, before dozing off. Really, I did. I am a thin hog with a bottomless stomach. ) What I didn’t realize was the two boys in the back talking to each other with excitement, without their parents who were over in 1st class.
“I’m glad you got my e-mail, Kristan!” said a short dark haired kid, to his blond companion.
“Couldn’t miss it for the world, Mike. This Star Trek Conventions going to be the best one yet.I’m just glad that you came all the way from Australia just to meet me.” Replied Kristian.
“I know, cosplay, directors cuts, films not shown, this is the thing we’ve been waiting for.” Michael said, with giddy.
“You do realize our parents are taking us to that silly racetrack after the convention.” Whispered Kristan.
Michael had the “look” on his face as he stared at Kristan with annoyance, “No, YOUR parents are taking you from the misery of the NY problem, mine are merely getting away from work.”
“Got your laptop? I just want the message board to know we’re on vacation and to wish them good luck.” Michael asked then. Kristan mumbled as he forcefully got his backpack out of the tight seats, and pulled out his dad’s work laptop, complete with battery and antenna. He turned it on, and got them on the Internet, where they got to the Message Board where I also go to every day to drown my sorrows.
“Odd, it seems Super Dust Storm’s out of town for a while.” Michael said, noticing the text topic as he logged in as Washu Da Mew.
Kristan revoked him, “Don’t say that. SH has done nothing to you so why call him names? That’s Black Birdie’s job.”
Michael leaned back on his chair smiling, “Please, it’s not like he can hear me. You don’t get someone angry when the guy practically keeps to himself, it’s not logical.”
“Speaking of logic, I got these Star Trek uniforms for us. Yours might be a bit bigger than mine, by the way, did you go Vulcan like we agreed?” Kristan asked as he pulled out two uniforms, one red, one blue(along with a pair of fake Vulcan ears).
Michael looked a little shocked, “No, I thought we were going as humans.”
Kristan took this in and said, “Oh great, you probably missed the last sentence.”
“Yep.” Michael confirmed.
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Definitely a plothole for Michael, since he lives in Australia. Maybe he took a cross flight to Denmark before arriving where I am. Oh yeah, back to me, sorry, I was too busy wondering how they smuggled a laptop through security.
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In my dream sequence….
“Presenting the fastest fighter in the known multiverse, Super Hurricane!” A speeding blur shot past and caused several roads to break apart.
“Faster than making a hamburger!” The blur flies into a McDonalds and comes out with several All-American meals.
“More agile than Spiderman!” The blur bounces off the sides of several buildings and knocks Spiderman off his webline.
“Able to beat Yakindu in a single leaps and bounds!” The blur rolls the dice, and wins, leaving a red faced Fairie Poogle kicking the game in half and then attacks the blur.
“In today’s dream episode, Super Hurricane faces off his most lethal enemy yet, the Dark Cobra! Will he..”
“Will you give it a rest alrighty!” yelled the blur at the Narrator. Yep, that’s my alter-ego on the Message Board. However, since I am indecisive about what he should look like, that’s why he takes a blur-like form. Dark Cobra was also a blur form, since I don’t know what he looks like, although I’m close to making a perfect sketch of him.
“I will enjoy cracking your head in half.” Dark Cobra said, opening his jaw. (Or was it a cloudy opening?)
“Think again! Light----------Speed---------Punch!!!!!!!!!!!!” With that, the blur which was my guy, leapt himself into orbit, and then fell down at a dropping rate of 200 mph straight at Dark Cobra! (He’s not really that fast, but he can use a great deal of speed to suffocate people…) But as he was nearing him, the Blur changed into something I haven’t seen in a week or so. A human, and yet not human, with mechanical parts all over. It was a Borg. Huh?!? My character air-braked, and faced the Semi-android ready to battle.
“Good bye, human …..” He said as he pointed a phaser at me. And yes, there I was, in a blue Star Trek Uniform. My brain was trying to make sense of this, even though nervous systems were down for the moment. ‘Why was this happening? Star Trek isn’t real! How can I be able to see myself?’
Tssssew!
Then he blew up my head. ‘I’m still alive?’ I wondered, ‘What is this, a nightmare with no plot?’
Tssew! The Borg disintegrated into dust, as my head grew back slowly, but surely. As soon as I had eyes, I could make out a form, female. She didn’t look too happy for some reason, and those eyes…“Steve,… Steve…..STEVE!”
I woke up and banged my head against my moms, who moaned. Our family is klutz central. “Steve, we’re landing, get your bags now.” She said as she rubbed the bump on her head.
The next day, our dad went off to his conference leaving me with a bragging brother, a whiny sister, and a mother getting a headache. So she took us all on a drive to see the racetrack. This is where irony sets in, we passed the Star Trek Convention Dome, and I in part took notice.
“Mom! Mom! Turn back!” I shouted, and my mom went into a midsection of the road, and turned her head angrily at me.
“What?!?” she yelled.
I replied, with my courage lowering fast, “Um, I was just wondering, if we could go to the Convention back there.”
My brother made a face, “You want to see that Star Truck stuff? You don’t even watch it anymore.”
“That’s Star TREK, and of course I watch it, after you fall asleep.” I revoked my insane sports-loving brother.
“How about this, Steve, I take your brother and sister to the racetrack, and I leave you at the convention at…when does it end?” my mom asked.
I have a somewhat good memory, and answered, “4:30 PM.”
“There’s 20 dollars, I’ll pick you up at 3:30.” She said as she drove us over there and gave me some money. If I wanted not to stick out like a tourist, I needed a costume, as well as some basic food groups. I put it in my pocket, and went inside.
Outside….
A red Sedan pulled up onto the curb and two girls, one looking like a Vulcan came out, in red uniforms. The Vulcan was a bit depressed as the car drove off.
“How did you talk me into this one, Lia?” the Vulcan moaned. The girl named Lia went to the Vulcan’s left side and said, “Because I won that contest for free tickets inside, May, stop being grumpy. It’s not logical for a Vulcan to act this way.”
“I am acting like this because you knew I had a date for that cute guy, today, and dragged me away from him. Now I’ll never see him again.” May pouted.
“Relax, and take a load off your shoulders. This is the unwrapped fruit of our existance.” Lia said as she opened the door for May, and the Vulcan looked very happy when she saw what was inside….
Another car, this time a rental SUV, rolled up into the curb. Michael and Kristan got out of it. Apparently, their moms met each other and agreed to pay for the car half each, and drive their silly sons to this weird convention that they had been begging to see for months, and after the drop-off, go to the nice little Spa to relax the troubles of parenthood.
Kristian and Michael were already dressed to kill in their uniforms. Kristan wore a blue shirt awhile Michael chose red for some odd reason. Without talking, they walked inside the revolving doors and faced the convention face to face.
“As Yakindu would say, KAWAII.” Smiled Kristan.
“Let’s check out the competition for the cosplay contest,” said Michael, and they walked over to the crowd of Trekkie fans.
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“That would be 12 dollars, pal.” Said the guy in charge of the costumes. Which is sad, since they should’ve been free, but as I know, a honest dollar starts with a $12000 rental of this dome. I handed him the money and he made change. I had about 8 dollars left for snacks, definitely not good. I took the plastic box with the clothes inside and went into the dressing room.
‘How can those guys fit in these things?’ I wondered as I struggled getting my shirt and boots on. Checking the mirror, I noticed my glasses, were definitely a no-no. “Thank goodness for inside pockets.” I said to myself as I put them in. Automatically, my vision got a bit blurry, and words nearby made no sense anymore. Faces I couldn’t see without getting close enough. But, that was the price of looking good.
I walked out and crashed into two kids, stumbling over. “Oof!”
“Ow! Are you alright?” the blond haired kid asked me, I believe Vulcan appearance was his specialty. I was sprawled on the floor, thankfully not on my glasses. I got up and blinked, trying to get my vision right.
“Ya, I’m fine.” I said, rubbing my sore parts of my legs. My eyes glanced back and forth to see if anyone was laughing. The dark haired kid smiled, a smirk of mischievous humor. If I would understand my kind during my 16 years of pain and suffering as a teen, I have learned nothing about guys like these.
“You look like you don’t have a friend there. Would you like us to be your guide?” the dark haired kid asked with a British accent ‘Either Australian or United Kingdom.’ I thought.
It was true, I was a loner, in a convention with lousy eyesight, with no actual friends that I could keep. And now two total strangers were being nice to me. I felt as if I could cry. “S-sure!” I said, happy.
They looked at me, and introduced themselves.
“I’m Michael! Never call me Mike.” The dark haired kid said, grinning ear-to-ear.
“And I’m Kristian.” The blond Vulcan said, fixing his left ear to straighten.up.
“Nice to meet both of you. I’m Steve ____. You know, I was wondering if you would like to join this message board. There’s the web address” I said, writing it down on a scrap paper I saw laying on the floor.. (Yes, yes, I don’t do that, but it’s own “special” way to be pen pals. And I do like to keep things discarded, it helps me do things better.)
They stared deeper this time, and I was getting a bit nervous, “Er, what’s wrong?”
Michael looked at the sheet and said, “Me and Kristan are already in this.”
“Really?” I asked, “Then I must of met you there. At the Message Board, I am known as Super Hurricane.(Please note: No one was paying attention to us talking)”
Michael giggled, “You’re Super Dust Storm? Heehee.”
Almost automatically, he was cut short by my death glare, a move I use to freeze my enemies in a state of fear. The glint in my eye was darkened, and my brows curved sharply. My iris thinned, and my pupil thickened, “NEVER, EVER call me that.” I warned him, my mind racing with possibilities of how to exterminate this bug. Then I noticed the Klingon plushies on a table nearby, the glare gone, and rushed up to it. Kristan and a nearly stunned Michael came up next to me as I paid a dollar for the plushie, my bad mood gone. (I have a feeling for collectors items)
And they told me who they were at the MB, I won’t have been more surprised. Washu and Cyborg Raichu!
I was quite pleased to meet both of them there, even if Michael is calling me that “name”. I’ll just cut the guy some slack and relax for once in my life. We talked and silently made fun of peoples costumes and looked at pictures and films of behind the scenes. Little did I know that I was to be abducted by a race that was going to play with my genetic code. Heck, if I knew it ahead of time, I would’ve went to the races with the rest of my family. Some things just never change…………….
Breeeee! Breeee! “Steve to Sick Bay!” yelled out Jessie over the intercom. I got up, opened the door, and ran out, full speed to Sick Bay, praying that no one got hurt. Including Michael , of course, since he’s the most likely candidate. “This better be good.” I muttered to myself as I ran forward, typing in….
THE END??????.