The Voyage Home: One Giant Leap Awaits
This is the President of the United Federation of Planets. Do not approach Earth. The transmissions of an orbiting probe are causing critical damage to this planet. It has almost totally ionized our atmosphere. All power sources have failed. All Earth-orbiting Starships are powerless. The probe is vaporizing our oceans. We cannot survive unless a way can be found to respond to the probe. Further communications may not be possible. Save your energy... save yourselves. Avoid the planet Earth at all costs. Farewell.
The words still echoed in Admiral Kirk's mind as he took his seat and readied the ship and crew for the impossible. He didn't relish the idea of time travel. And he suspected that the Klingon vessel's structural integrity would fail just as the ship broke away from the sun. But was there a choice? The probe was looking for a species carelessly destroyed by mankind at a time when it was lucky it didn't destroy itself. The sins of the past always haunt men, so why not worlds as well?
He wondered if his time at the Bar, surrounded by people from the late 20th and early 21st centuries, had a meaning after all. Did the power behind the Bar know he would be taking this trip? Was this supposed to help him get ready, or was it merely just another experiment to see how he'd react? No way to tell. No reason to care, for that matter.
Everyone was at their stations. Spock, memory intact but an echo of himself...Scotty in the Engine Room, hoping he could pull off one more miracle...Chekhov and Uhura and Sulu, quiet and confident in the service of their commander and friend...Bones, trying very hard not to say anything else about this foolhardy venture...And Admiral James Kirk, once again following paths he never planned on.
He hoped this worked. He hoped they could find whales, and bring them home, and save the world. He hoped he would see Antonia again. He hoped that he would see Earth again.
"May fortune favor the foolish...Mister Sulu, warp speed!"
[ooc: Based, of course, on events in Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home]
The words still echoed in Admiral Kirk's mind as he took his seat and readied the ship and crew for the impossible. He didn't relish the idea of time travel. And he suspected that the Klingon vessel's structural integrity would fail just as the ship broke away from the sun. But was there a choice? The probe was looking for a species carelessly destroyed by mankind at a time when it was lucky it didn't destroy itself. The sins of the past always haunt men, so why not worlds as well?
He wondered if his time at the Bar, surrounded by people from the late 20th and early 21st centuries, had a meaning after all. Did the power behind the Bar know he would be taking this trip? Was this supposed to help him get ready, or was it merely just another experiment to see how he'd react? No way to tell. No reason to care, for that matter.
Everyone was at their stations. Spock, memory intact but an echo of himself...Scotty in the Engine Room, hoping he could pull off one more miracle...Chekhov and Uhura and Sulu, quiet and confident in the service of their commander and friend...Bones, trying very hard not to say anything else about this foolhardy venture...And Admiral James Kirk, once again following paths he never planned on.
He hoped this worked. He hoped they could find whales, and bring them home, and save the world. He hoped he would see Antonia again. He hoped that he would see Earth again.
"May fortune favor the foolish...Mister Sulu, warp speed!"
[ooc: Based, of course, on events in Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home]