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Finally finished, and edited. I'm still not sure if I'm entirely satisfied, but I'm pretty happy.
Title: Encounter With Edward
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop/Star Trek: Original Series
Word Count: 1608 (more than I anticipated, but it needed it)
Notes: Ed-centric. I can't help it... Also, the title is kind of lame, but I am somewhat fond of it. More fond of the derivation than the title itself, I think.
* * *
Jet Black sat and gazed at the Shogi board in front of him. Spike had beaten him again, a quarter of an hour ago, and gone to have a shower. Ed lay on the floor with her computer, surrounded by miscellaneous bits of gadgetry. Jet noticed - quite suddenly, as one notices the chirping of grasshoppers without being aware of its onset - that Ed’s zooming noises, humming and random sound effects had taken on a purposeful quality.
“Hey, Ed… what exactly are you doing?” At that moment she was lying on her back, examining a tangle of wires that she held steady with her feet and singing softly about nuclear physics. “I thought you were trying to locate that escape artist guy.”
“Ed found him ten minutes ago. He’s unconscious in a hospital right now. Quantu~um leap!” She made a connection and something sparked. “Edward is now trying to transcend the dimensional barrier.” Jet gaped as Ed pulled her goggles down over her eyes and reached for the blowtorch.
After several moments of intense activity by Edward, and intensely confused observation by Jet, Ed sat up and pushed up her goggles. The jumble of electronics in front of her looked scarcely less bewildering than before. Its engineer looked pleased, however.
“The Great and Mysterious Edward will now attempt a daring procedure,” she announced; “one never before performed with impunity! Edward will make this marble-“ she held it up- “disappear.” Carefully she placed it within an approximately triangular formation of wires, inserted a tiny plug into a tiny socket, and flipped a switch.
The electronic bird’s nest began to hum. A blue light shimmered briefly around the marble; then, with a blinding flash and a small shock wave, the marble disappeared.
Jet’s jaw dropped.
“How-“ he began. He was cut off as the proximity alarm sounded and the ship rocked. “-the hell?” he demanded, and thundered up to the Bebop’s cockpit. Behind him, Ed’s fingers were already dancing across her keyboard.
Spike appeared out of the washroom, clad only in a towel.
“Ed, what’s going on?” At that moment Faye stumbled in, yawning and irritated.
“I was just about to fall asleep! What hit us?”
“Shock wave,” sang Edward. “Ed’s not sure what caused it, but there’s a big-big spaceship that shouldn’t be there, and it’s all freaky-shaped.”
“Ed!” Jet’s face appeared in a corner of the computer screen. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“Yup-yup! Serial number NCC-1701. Hacking in now.”
* * *
“Engineering, damage report. Talk to me, Scotty!” Captain James Tiberius Kirk stood beside his command chair. He was not clutching the back of it. He was prudently bracing himself in case of further turbulence. His chief engineer’s voice came through the comm.
“Only minor injuries here, Cap’n, but the warp drive’s shot for now. Whatever just happened, it looks like the strain on the drive was enormous. The dilithium’s intact an’ the core’s stable, but she’s got a hundred connections out an’ the power’s shuntin’ around in circles. It’ll take at least twelve hours to fix ‘er.”
“We haven’t got that long, Mr. Scott. The Admiral’s birthday celebration begins in ten and a half hours, and getting back to Earth on sublight will take us at least twice that.”
“You’re askin’ for a miracle, Sir.”
“You’ve delivered before, Scotty. I’m counting on you. Kirk out.” He closed the comm. channel and turned to his science officer. “Mr. Spock, I can hear your eyebrows doing a tango. What’s the problem?” The Vulcan turned to face him, eyebrows studiously neutral.
“Captain, I believe we may be unable to attend the Admiral’s birthday festivities in any case.” He hesitated.
“What is it, Spock? Go on, spit it out.”
“I believe…” He shifted his weight, looking almost embarrassed by his tidings. “I believe, Captain, that we have somehow entered an alternate dimension.”
The captain was rather taken aback.
“What are you talking about, Spock?” The Vulcan cleared his throat.
“Sensors indicate unfamiliar technology all around us. The positions of Io and Ganymede are impossible in the orbits with which we are familiar, and there appears to be a large portion missing from the Earth’s moon. Moreover, there is currently a vessel within hailing and visual distance from us, of a style I have never seen before.”
“On screen,” ordered Kirk, turning to see the image of a battered-looking craft fill the forward view screen.
“Well, she doesn’t look like much,” murmured Sulu to Chekov.
“Looks can be deceiving,” the other replied, “or as we say in Russian-“
“That will do, gentlemen,” Kirk said brusquely. “Spock, see anything that looks like an identification marker?”
“There appears to be something on the hull written in the Roman alphabet, Captain. It reads… ‘Bebop’.” All the puzzlement the Vulcan could never feel came through in his voice.
“I see.” Captain Kirk fought off a grin. “Scan for…” He cut off abruptly as the unfamiliar spacecraft was replaced by a very large, very adorable happy face. “What the devil?” he inquired. Just then, the happy face was replaced by a real face: that of a child with wild red hair and a huge grin.
“Ed found them!” she crowed exultantly.
The bridge crew simply stared, with the exception of Uhura, who was trying to figure out how anyone could possibly have appropriated the comm. channels - all the comm. channels, apparently - without her noticing.
“The computer of the Enterprise isn’t very friendly,” continued the child. “It took Edward six whole minutes to hack! Edward had to distract it with shiny things.”
“This Edward,” said Kirk, “who is he? Is he… your captain?” The red head shook vigorously back and forth.
“Nope-nope. Wrong! Edward-“ here the voice took on a deeply dramatic tone- “the great, the mysterious, is she whom Enterprise’s crew sees before its very eyes!” Here followed a flourish whose exact nature, due to the narrow focus filling the screen, was not quite distinguishable. Then the face reappeared, looking rather more sober. “But Edward messed up,” she continued despondently. “Ed only meant to send, not summon.”
Captain Kirk heard a sharp intake of breath behind him.
“Excuse me,” said Spock. “Were you, perhaps, the one who sent the marble?” The captain swung about.
“The what?”
‘Sensor records indicate that a very small object, shown by retrospective analysis to correspond in all particulars to a common glass marble, appeared suddenly in our path while our warp drive was engaged.”
“Oh~h.” Ed nodded. “The dimensional rift was magnified by the warp coils and hijacked the reaction. That’s why they’re damaged.” Spock looked at her sharply.
“How do you know all of this?” A shrug.
“Ed read the schematics. And now Ed’s computer is friends with Enterprise’s computer.” The sound of frenzied typing ensued, while the image of Ed’s face did magical things. “There,” she announced after a moment. “All done.”
“What’s all done?” asked Kirk. He was feeling somewhat out of things; though he understood all that had passed, he felt that as Captain he should be taking more control of the situation. “Edward, what have you done?”
“Fixed the engine, mostly.” Ed looked positively gleeful. “The computer was having crazy-silly miscommunications with itself and thought the problem was really bad.” Kirk hit the comm. button to speak to engineering.
“Scotty, how…”
“I’ve been hearin’ ev’ry word, Cap’n, and bless me if the kid’s not gone an’ near fixed the whole bloody thing by remote. All that’s left is makin’ some physical connections an’ replacin’ a part or two.” The captain looked at Ed in wonder.
“That’s - incredible. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Don’t thank Ed,” she insisted. “It was Ed’s fault anyway, and Ed still doesn’t know how to send Enterprise back.” There was a moment of thoughtful silence during which Ed made thoughtful faces. Finally Spock spoke up.
“Edward,” he said, “had you made any provision for recovering the marble?” Ed shook her head.
“No way to track it,” she explained. Spock nodded.
“I see.” He pondered a moment more. “Would it be possible,” he ventured, “to approximate the same method you used to send the marble across dimensions?” Ed shook her head sorrowfully.
“It would take lo~ots of power,” she said. Then suddenly she grinned, and laughed at herself. “But warp engines have lots-lots-lots of power! It should be easy. When they’re fixed, this is what Ed would do…”
Fifteen minutes later, the warp drive was fully repaired and Ed’s instructions had been carried out.
“Edward,” said Captain Kirk, “you’ve been extremely helpful. Thank you. Before we go, I should at least tell you our names. I am Captain James T. Kirk. This is my first officer, Mr. Spock. We’re very grateful to you.”
“Edward is honoured to serve.” Once again the happy face appeared, then the Bebop.
“Mr. Scott, all adjustments confirmed?”
“Confirmed and secure, sir.”
“Very good. Mr. Sulu, plot a course for Earth. Stand by for full warp.”
Edward and the crew of the Bebop watched as the Enterprise, with a brilliant flash, disappeared as it had appeared. All were prepared for the shock wave this time. As the ship stabilized, Jet, still a face on the screen, broke the silence.
“What the hell just happened? What did you do, Ed?” Ed looked mysterious.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” she intoned solemnly.
Faye rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say. I’m going back to bed.” She left the room. Spike went to get dressed. Jet reappeared and sat down in front of the Shogi board again.
Ed flopped back and lay on the floor, wondering about Mr. Spock’s funny ears.
* * *
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Title: Encounter With Edward
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop/Star Trek: Original Series
Word Count: 1608 (more than I anticipated, but it needed it)
Notes: Ed-centric. I can't help it... Also, the title is kind of lame, but I am somewhat fond of it. More fond of the derivation than the title itself, I think.
* * *
Jet Black sat and gazed at the Shogi board in front of him. Spike had beaten him again, a quarter of an hour ago, and gone to have a shower. Ed lay on the floor with her computer, surrounded by miscellaneous bits of gadgetry. Jet noticed - quite suddenly, as one notices the chirping of grasshoppers without being aware of its onset - that Ed’s zooming noises, humming and random sound effects had taken on a purposeful quality.
“Hey, Ed… what exactly are you doing?” At that moment she was lying on her back, examining a tangle of wires that she held steady with her feet and singing softly about nuclear physics. “I thought you were trying to locate that escape artist guy.”
“Ed found him ten minutes ago. He’s unconscious in a hospital right now. Quantu~um leap!” She made a connection and something sparked. “Edward is now trying to transcend the dimensional barrier.” Jet gaped as Ed pulled her goggles down over her eyes and reached for the blowtorch.
After several moments of intense activity by Edward, and intensely confused observation by Jet, Ed sat up and pushed up her goggles. The jumble of electronics in front of her looked scarcely less bewildering than before. Its engineer looked pleased, however.
“The Great and Mysterious Edward will now attempt a daring procedure,” she announced; “one never before performed with impunity! Edward will make this marble-“ she held it up- “disappear.” Carefully she placed it within an approximately triangular formation of wires, inserted a tiny plug into a tiny socket, and flipped a switch.
The electronic bird’s nest began to hum. A blue light shimmered briefly around the marble; then, with a blinding flash and a small shock wave, the marble disappeared.
Jet’s jaw dropped.
“How-“ he began. He was cut off as the proximity alarm sounded and the ship rocked. “-the hell?” he demanded, and thundered up to the Bebop’s cockpit. Behind him, Ed’s fingers were already dancing across her keyboard.
Spike appeared out of the washroom, clad only in a towel.
“Ed, what’s going on?” At that moment Faye stumbled in, yawning and irritated.
“I was just about to fall asleep! What hit us?”
“Shock wave,” sang Edward. “Ed’s not sure what caused it, but there’s a big-big spaceship that shouldn’t be there, and it’s all freaky-shaped.”
“Ed!” Jet’s face appeared in a corner of the computer screen. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“Yup-yup! Serial number NCC-1701. Hacking in now.”
* * *
“Engineering, damage report. Talk to me, Scotty!” Captain James Tiberius Kirk stood beside his command chair. He was not clutching the back of it. He was prudently bracing himself in case of further turbulence. His chief engineer’s voice came through the comm.
“Only minor injuries here, Cap’n, but the warp drive’s shot for now. Whatever just happened, it looks like the strain on the drive was enormous. The dilithium’s intact an’ the core’s stable, but she’s got a hundred connections out an’ the power’s shuntin’ around in circles. It’ll take at least twelve hours to fix ‘er.”
“We haven’t got that long, Mr. Scott. The Admiral’s birthday celebration begins in ten and a half hours, and getting back to Earth on sublight will take us at least twice that.”
“You’re askin’ for a miracle, Sir.”
“You’ve delivered before, Scotty. I’m counting on you. Kirk out.” He closed the comm. channel and turned to his science officer. “Mr. Spock, I can hear your eyebrows doing a tango. What’s the problem?” The Vulcan turned to face him, eyebrows studiously neutral.
“Captain, I believe we may be unable to attend the Admiral’s birthday festivities in any case.” He hesitated.
“What is it, Spock? Go on, spit it out.”
“I believe…” He shifted his weight, looking almost embarrassed by his tidings. “I believe, Captain, that we have somehow entered an alternate dimension.”
The captain was rather taken aback.
“What are you talking about, Spock?” The Vulcan cleared his throat.
“Sensors indicate unfamiliar technology all around us. The positions of Io and Ganymede are impossible in the orbits with which we are familiar, and there appears to be a large portion missing from the Earth’s moon. Moreover, there is currently a vessel within hailing and visual distance from us, of a style I have never seen before.”
“On screen,” ordered Kirk, turning to see the image of a battered-looking craft fill the forward view screen.
“Well, she doesn’t look like much,” murmured Sulu to Chekov.
“Looks can be deceiving,” the other replied, “or as we say in Russian-“
“That will do, gentlemen,” Kirk said brusquely. “Spock, see anything that looks like an identification marker?”
“There appears to be something on the hull written in the Roman alphabet, Captain. It reads… ‘Bebop’.” All the puzzlement the Vulcan could never feel came through in his voice.
“I see.” Captain Kirk fought off a grin. “Scan for…” He cut off abruptly as the unfamiliar spacecraft was replaced by a very large, very adorable happy face. “What the devil?” he inquired. Just then, the happy face was replaced by a real face: that of a child with wild red hair and a huge grin.
“Ed found them!” she crowed exultantly.
The bridge crew simply stared, with the exception of Uhura, who was trying to figure out how anyone could possibly have appropriated the comm. channels - all the comm. channels, apparently - without her noticing.
“The computer of the Enterprise isn’t very friendly,” continued the child. “It took Edward six whole minutes to hack! Edward had to distract it with shiny things.”
“This Edward,” said Kirk, “who is he? Is he… your captain?” The red head shook vigorously back and forth.
“Nope-nope. Wrong! Edward-“ here the voice took on a deeply dramatic tone- “the great, the mysterious, is she whom Enterprise’s crew sees before its very eyes!” Here followed a flourish whose exact nature, due to the narrow focus filling the screen, was not quite distinguishable. Then the face reappeared, looking rather more sober. “But Edward messed up,” she continued despondently. “Ed only meant to send, not summon.”
Captain Kirk heard a sharp intake of breath behind him.
“Excuse me,” said Spock. “Were you, perhaps, the one who sent the marble?” The captain swung about.
“The what?”
‘Sensor records indicate that a very small object, shown by retrospective analysis to correspond in all particulars to a common glass marble, appeared suddenly in our path while our warp drive was engaged.”
“Oh~h.” Ed nodded. “The dimensional rift was magnified by the warp coils and hijacked the reaction. That’s why they’re damaged.” Spock looked at her sharply.
“How do you know all of this?” A shrug.
“Ed read the schematics. And now Ed’s computer is friends with Enterprise’s computer.” The sound of frenzied typing ensued, while the image of Ed’s face did magical things. “There,” she announced after a moment. “All done.”
“What’s all done?” asked Kirk. He was feeling somewhat out of things; though he understood all that had passed, he felt that as Captain he should be taking more control of the situation. “Edward, what have you done?”
“Fixed the engine, mostly.” Ed looked positively gleeful. “The computer was having crazy-silly miscommunications with itself and thought the problem was really bad.” Kirk hit the comm. button to speak to engineering.
“Scotty, how…”
“I’ve been hearin’ ev’ry word, Cap’n, and bless me if the kid’s not gone an’ near fixed the whole bloody thing by remote. All that’s left is makin’ some physical connections an’ replacin’ a part or two.” The captain looked at Ed in wonder.
“That’s - incredible. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Don’t thank Ed,” she insisted. “It was Ed’s fault anyway, and Ed still doesn’t know how to send Enterprise back.” There was a moment of thoughtful silence during which Ed made thoughtful faces. Finally Spock spoke up.
“Edward,” he said, “had you made any provision for recovering the marble?” Ed shook her head.
“No way to track it,” she explained. Spock nodded.
“I see.” He pondered a moment more. “Would it be possible,” he ventured, “to approximate the same method you used to send the marble across dimensions?” Ed shook her head sorrowfully.
“It would take lo~ots of power,” she said. Then suddenly she grinned, and laughed at herself. “But warp engines have lots-lots-lots of power! It should be easy. When they’re fixed, this is what Ed would do…”
Fifteen minutes later, the warp drive was fully repaired and Ed’s instructions had been carried out.
“Edward,” said Captain Kirk, “you’ve been extremely helpful. Thank you. Before we go, I should at least tell you our names. I am Captain James T. Kirk. This is my first officer, Mr. Spock. We’re very grateful to you.”
“Edward is honoured to serve.” Once again the happy face appeared, then the Bebop.
“Mr. Scott, all adjustments confirmed?”
“Confirmed and secure, sir.”
“Very good. Mr. Sulu, plot a course for Earth. Stand by for full warp.”
Edward and the crew of the Bebop watched as the Enterprise, with a brilliant flash, disappeared as it had appeared. All were prepared for the shock wave this time. As the ship stabilized, Jet, still a face on the screen, broke the silence.
“What the hell just happened? What did you do, Ed?” Ed looked mysterious.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” she intoned solemnly.
Faye rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say. I’m going back to bed.” She left the room. Spike went to get dressed. Jet reappeared and sat down in front of the Shogi board again.
Ed flopped back and lay on the floor, wondering about Mr. Spock’s funny ears.
* * *
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