Energize: The Cory Gavin Story
first off, I do NOT enjoy Star Trek, This was an english 12 project that we had to do based on something Sci-Fi-ish and doing with Newspapers or Newsletters, We had a list of things. I chose Star Trek and did some background research on the net for it. This is what i ended up wiht..
Energize: The Cory Gavin Story Bryan Hankey
Cory Gavin was a nobody, he never was, and it seemed that he never would be. He had no friends, no life, no where to be. All throughout his high school years Cory was just another face, just another kid. This all changed his life when he “stumbled” upon the item that would change his life, the Star Trek Newsletter.
It was an early winter afternoon and Cory was attending the semifinals of his high school chess tournament, when just walking down the hallways, he slipped and fell. The other people in the hall stopped to laugh at him, none stopping to help in up. As he regained his balance he looked down to see what he had slid on, he found the November issue of the Star Trek Newsletter. He was never interested in Star Trek before, he considered just disposing of the newsletter; Before he could, one of the headlines caught his eye. “Star Trek convention this weekend! ; The entire universe will be there! Meet men and women of other species and have the time of your life!” Cory thought about it for a minute, and it came to him.
“Maybe if people of this race don’t want to be my friends, others will,” Cory spoke to himself, “I’m going to this convention on Sunday.”
Soon enough, Sunday rolled around and Cory was on his way to the Star Trek convention. He arrived at the convention hall just before lunch where he was greeted by a huge banner reading “Set your phaser to fun”; Cory entered the building. Soon enough he was in a room filled with hundreds of other people, some with red and black uniforms, others with green skin. One of these people stood out to him in the crowd; She was dark skinned, had ridges across her forehead and long, curled hair. He began to walk towards her, but realized he stood out being the only human not wearing what he had now learned was a typical “starfleet” uniform. He had no idea of what to say, do or anything at this moment in time. Luckily for him, she approached him.
“ Hi, my name is B’etor, I am a Klingon; Who are you?” The dark woman asked.
“My name is . . . is Cory, Cory Gavin, I’m a . . . a human,” Cory stuttered but the words managed to escape his mouth.
“Cory, that’s a nice name,” She said seeming to have no trouble speaking to him, “Do you want to walk around with me?”
“Sure,” answered Cory.
Before the two of them knew it, they had spent the entire afternoon walking the convention floor and learning more and more about one another. They seemed to have so much in common, until B’etor did something that would change Cory’s take on Star Trek. She pulled out her phaser and began firing into the crowds, her fire mainly aimed towards another group of aliens.
“ Cory, take this and follow me!” B’etor yelled to him as she ran.
The phaser landed directly in Cory’s right hand and before he knew it, he was running too.
They then fled into an empty backroom, after out running the alien security where they paused to catch their breath. Cory was extremely confused over what had just happened, although he did not fire his phaser, he now possessed one. Without the shadow of a doubt he would be guilty by association, he needed away out, he did not want to go to jail; If he did, he would never get to play in the finals of his chess tournament!
“What did you do that for B’etor?”
“Revenge, those aliens killed my parents during the intergalactic war, that’s the only reason I came here, to get my revenge,” replied B’etok.
“But if that was war, and I am assuming it is over now, why put yourself at risk of trial, or even execution, by getting your revenge.”
“It is all about pride you know, and if that’s what it takes to get, then by all means that is what I’ll do.”
As she finished her sentence the security burst through the door making as much noise as they could. In that brief moment B’etok managed to escape, Cory was to bewildered by the speed of the action that he had no idea what to do. The security guards grabbed Cory and took him back to their leader, Captain Kirk.
“Greetings my boy, what did you think you were doing back there, firing into the crowds, how dare you do something like that?” Kirk asked.
“I didn’t do anything, it was all B’etor, she involved me in this, I never meant for this to happen to anyone, not even those aliens.”
“Give him the Polygraph probe, make sure he’s telling the truth.” Kirk spoke to one of his officers.
“ Sir, he is completely truthful,” the officer responded.
“Told you so,” said Cory.
“Well then, since you’re not the enemy, will you help us capture this B’etok or whatever you called her?”
“Why do I need to become more involved, haven’t I done enough already?”
“We need you, she thinks you’re on her side, well get you back to her, you just get her to us . . . dead or alive,” Kirk said, “ and I can guarantee that when this is over you’ll never remember a thing.”
“Fine, I’ll do it if I can go back to no friends and chess, no Star Trek.”
“Agreed,” Kirk said, “ Lieutenant prep this boy for his mission.”
Within ten minutes Cory was ready to go, the phaser from B’etor was returned and he was transported to her new location, a small park near the convention hall.
“B’etor, B’etor,” Cory yelled.
“Over here kid,” she said, “ How did you escape those guards, I thought I had lost you.”
“Just like this,” Cory fired his phaser at a branch on a nearby tree; the branch snapped and fell to the ground.
“Well done, I’m going to need you, you’re the only one who can help me escape now.”
“Well then I am sorry, because you should have found someone else to ‘Klingon’ to, because I won’t help you escape now,” Cory tapped a communicator he had hidden in his pocket; at the same time he aimed his phaser towards B’etor. “ Kirk, now!”
Within seconds four other men, armed with phasers set to stun, surrounded Cory and B’etor. The men fired and B’etor collapsed to the ground.
“Well done kid,” said the tallest of the men.
“You did an excellent job, the captain is waiting to speak to you on the ship,” another said. “Alright, take me there then,” Cory responded.
Cory and the men returned to the ship and Cory proceeded to find the captain. He soon found him standing on the bridge. “Where is the water under this bridge,” Cory asked himself.
“Ah, Mr. Gavin, you have no idea how thankful I am for your help,” Kirk continued, “We’ve been after this Klingon since she went on a killing rampage after the intergalactic war ten years ago.”
“Hey, it’s the least I could do, but now I don’t want to be thanked I just want to get home.”
“I would love to have someone like you on my crew,” Kirk asked, “Would you want to join us?”
“Thanks, but no thanks, I just want to get home”
“Alright, I will be sorry to see you go, but your help was greatly appreciated Cory,” Kirk said his goodbyes, “Transporter room, one to beam down . . . Energize!”
Cory woke up Monday morning with an excruciating headache and no idea what had happened the night before. He crawled out of his bed and slid on a pair of pants that were on his floor. Moving to his desk he found a piece of paper, the headline across it read: “Star Trek convention this weekend! ; The entire universe will be there! Meet men and women of other species and have the time of your life!” Cory looked at the paper, and spoke aloud to himself, “Huh, Star Trek, that stuff is for geeks.”
As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, he found an instrument that seemed to be a communicator or radio. He looked at it for a second, and shrugged. Putting it down beside the newsletter he spoke once more, “Where did I get this junk from?” He picked up the communicator and the paper, crumpled the paper into a ball, and dropped them both into his garbage can. “Star Trek is so totally fake, as if aliens and spaceships were real. Nobody believes in those things. Set all phasers to lame” As he finished he heard a voice mutter something, realizing it had came from his garbage can, Cory removed the communicator and examined in. It spoke once more, “Cory, we need your help again, B’etor has escaped and you’re our only hope.” Before he could comprehend what he had just heard, Cory disappeared from his small, messy bedroom. One final word was heard on the communicator, “Energize!”
Energize: The Cory Gavin Story Bryan Hankey
Cory Gavin was a nobody, he never was, and it seemed that he never would be. He had no friends, no life, no where to be. All throughout his high school years Cory was just another face, just another kid. This all changed his life when he “stumbled” upon the item that would change his life, the Star Trek Newsletter.
It was an early winter afternoon and Cory was attending the semifinals of his high school chess tournament, when just walking down the hallways, he slipped and fell. The other people in the hall stopped to laugh at him, none stopping to help in up. As he regained his balance he looked down to see what he had slid on, he found the November issue of the Star Trek Newsletter. He was never interested in Star Trek before, he considered just disposing of the newsletter; Before he could, one of the headlines caught his eye. “Star Trek convention this weekend! ; The entire universe will be there! Meet men and women of other species and have the time of your life!” Cory thought about it for a minute, and it came to him.
“Maybe if people of this race don’t want to be my friends, others will,” Cory spoke to himself, “I’m going to this convention on Sunday.”
Soon enough, Sunday rolled around and Cory was on his way to the Star Trek convention. He arrived at the convention hall just before lunch where he was greeted by a huge banner reading “Set your phaser to fun”; Cory entered the building. Soon enough he was in a room filled with hundreds of other people, some with red and black uniforms, others with green skin. One of these people stood out to him in the crowd; She was dark skinned, had ridges across her forehead and long, curled hair. He began to walk towards her, but realized he stood out being the only human not wearing what he had now learned was a typical “starfleet” uniform. He had no idea of what to say, do or anything at this moment in time. Luckily for him, she approached him.
“ Hi, my name is B’etor, I am a Klingon; Who are you?” The dark woman asked.
“My name is . . . is Cory, Cory Gavin, I’m a . . . a human,” Cory stuttered but the words managed to escape his mouth.
“Cory, that’s a nice name,” She said seeming to have no trouble speaking to him, “Do you want to walk around with me?”
“Sure,” answered Cory.
Before the two of them knew it, they had spent the entire afternoon walking the convention floor and learning more and more about one another. They seemed to have so much in common, until B’etor did something that would change Cory’s take on Star Trek. She pulled out her phaser and began firing into the crowds, her fire mainly aimed towards another group of aliens.
“ Cory, take this and follow me!” B’etor yelled to him as she ran.
The phaser landed directly in Cory’s right hand and before he knew it, he was running too.
They then fled into an empty backroom, after out running the alien security where they paused to catch their breath. Cory was extremely confused over what had just happened, although he did not fire his phaser, he now possessed one. Without the shadow of a doubt he would be guilty by association, he needed away out, he did not want to go to jail; If he did, he would never get to play in the finals of his chess tournament!
“What did you do that for B’etor?”
“Revenge, those aliens killed my parents during the intergalactic war, that’s the only reason I came here, to get my revenge,” replied B’etok.
“But if that was war, and I am assuming it is over now, why put yourself at risk of trial, or even execution, by getting your revenge.”
“It is all about pride you know, and if that’s what it takes to get, then by all means that is what I’ll do.”
As she finished her sentence the security burst through the door making as much noise as they could. In that brief moment B’etok managed to escape, Cory was to bewildered by the speed of the action that he had no idea what to do. The security guards grabbed Cory and took him back to their leader, Captain Kirk.
“Greetings my boy, what did you think you were doing back there, firing into the crowds, how dare you do something like that?” Kirk asked.
“I didn’t do anything, it was all B’etor, she involved me in this, I never meant for this to happen to anyone, not even those aliens.”
“Give him the Polygraph probe, make sure he’s telling the truth.” Kirk spoke to one of his officers.
“ Sir, he is completely truthful,” the officer responded.
“Told you so,” said Cory.
“Well then, since you’re not the enemy, will you help us capture this B’etok or whatever you called her?”
“Why do I need to become more involved, haven’t I done enough already?”
“We need you, she thinks you’re on her side, well get you back to her, you just get her to us . . . dead or alive,” Kirk said, “ and I can guarantee that when this is over you’ll never remember a thing.”
“Fine, I’ll do it if I can go back to no friends and chess, no Star Trek.”
“Agreed,” Kirk said, “ Lieutenant prep this boy for his mission.”
Within ten minutes Cory was ready to go, the phaser from B’etor was returned and he was transported to her new location, a small park near the convention hall.
“B’etor, B’etor,” Cory yelled.
“Over here kid,” she said, “ How did you escape those guards, I thought I had lost you.”
“Just like this,” Cory fired his phaser at a branch on a nearby tree; the branch snapped and fell to the ground.
“Well done, I’m going to need you, you’re the only one who can help me escape now.”
“Well then I am sorry, because you should have found someone else to ‘Klingon’ to, because I won’t help you escape now,” Cory tapped a communicator he had hidden in his pocket; at the same time he aimed his phaser towards B’etor. “ Kirk, now!”
Within seconds four other men, armed with phasers set to stun, surrounded Cory and B’etor. The men fired and B’etor collapsed to the ground.
“Well done kid,” said the tallest of the men.
“You did an excellent job, the captain is waiting to speak to you on the ship,” another said. “Alright, take me there then,” Cory responded.
Cory and the men returned to the ship and Cory proceeded to find the captain. He soon found him standing on the bridge. “Where is the water under this bridge,” Cory asked himself.
“Ah, Mr. Gavin, you have no idea how thankful I am for your help,” Kirk continued, “We’ve been after this Klingon since she went on a killing rampage after the intergalactic war ten years ago.”
“Hey, it’s the least I could do, but now I don’t want to be thanked I just want to get home.”
“I would love to have someone like you on my crew,” Kirk asked, “Would you want to join us?”
“Thanks, but no thanks, I just want to get home”
“Alright, I will be sorry to see you go, but your help was greatly appreciated Cory,” Kirk said his goodbyes, “Transporter room, one to beam down . . . Energize!”
Cory woke up Monday morning with an excruciating headache and no idea what had happened the night before. He crawled out of his bed and slid on a pair of pants that were on his floor. Moving to his desk he found a piece of paper, the headline across it read: “Star Trek convention this weekend! ; The entire universe will be there! Meet men and women of other species and have the time of your life!” Cory looked at the paper, and spoke aloud to himself, “Huh, Star Trek, that stuff is for geeks.”
As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, he found an instrument that seemed to be a communicator or radio. He looked at it for a second, and shrugged. Putting it down beside the newsletter he spoke once more, “Where did I get this junk from?” He picked up the communicator and the paper, crumpled the paper into a ball, and dropped them both into his garbage can. “Star Trek is so totally fake, as if aliens and spaceships were real. Nobody believes in those things. Set all phasers to lame” As he finished he heard a voice mutter something, realizing it had came from his garbage can, Cory removed the communicator and examined in. It spoke once more, “Cory, we need your help again, B’etor has escaped and you’re our only hope.” Before he could comprehend what he had just heard, Cory disappeared from his small, messy bedroom. One final word was heard on the communicator, “Energize!”