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Subject: Five Star Trek - 1 (an anime/trek cross)
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Date: 25 Apr 92 01:05:02 GMT
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I really like the suggestion of using various Japanese animation series in
a cross-over with Trek.  Robotech is particularly appropriate, given it
involves a giant spaceshipe from some alien culture blasting into human
awareness.  I like it so much, I think I'll try it.  

As Robotech is not necessarily my favorite anime (though I did like it 
quite a bit, whereas I understand certain anime purist found it to be
distasteful), I plan on using a many characters from other such stories.
I imagine not very many trek fans will catch the reference from the 
title of this series - but that's ok.  Hopefully, it will still be 
interesting.




Space.  

The Enterprise floats slowly past.



Riker:  Anything?

Data:  No indications as to what may be causing 
the sub-space anomolies at this time, Commander.  Illogically, 
the anomolies appear to be gaining in strength, despite the 
absence of any apparent source.  I suspect a source exists, 
we simply cannot see it.

Riker:  And you're sure we're sitting on the 'X?'

Data:  The 'X,' Commander Riker?

Riker:  'X' marks the spot.

Riker: Which spot is that?

Picard:  Where the treasure is buried.

Data: No, Captain.  We are sitting near the 'X.'

Picard:  Wise thinking.

Data:  I thought so, Captain.



The Enterprise begins shaking lightly.  It continues to 
shake at regular intervals of approximately one minute.



Worf:  Captain, the disturbances have begun increasing 
markedly.  

Picard:  They're still originating from the same point?

Data: Yes, captain.  They emanate from a 
spherical region of space, roughly fifteen kilometers in 
diameter. Our shields are being buffeted at a rate of 
steadily increasing period.  Current period, once per forty-
five seconds.  Given shield surfaces as one unit 
measurement, energy released roughly equals five percent of  
a standard photon torpedo per unit measurement.

Worf:  Shields holding, no signs of strain.

Riker:  Something's about to blow...

Data:  Blow, Commander?

Worf:  Intensity increased to ten percent of standard 
torpedo, period once every thirty seconds.  Shields holding.

Picard:  Back us off.  Keep us between wave periods.

Data:  Yes, Captain...  Warp factor: point nine three 
one four one five.



The Enterprise's engines hum.  She stops shaking.



Data:  I believe I have isolated the nature of 
these anomolies...

Riker:  Better explain quickly.

Data:  The energy fronts are the by products of a 
sustained tachyon decay.  We are witnessing the echoes of a 
future event...

Riker:  Like I said, something's going to blow...



A dull glow begins to take shape on the Enterprise's screen.



Worf:  Frequency of emissions increased to one per ten 
seconds.  Intensity increased to fifty percent of standard 
torpedo.

Picard:  Will those fronts overtake us?

Data:  Not for a while, Captain.

Picard:  See that they do not.  If necessary, increase speed 
to match them.  Even if it takes us through the previous 
fronts.

Worf:  Frequency of emissions increased to one per second.  
Intensity, two-hundred and thirty percent standard torpedo.

Picard:  Engage warp...



The glow becomes increasingly bright.  It expands.



Worf:  Constant emission of energy, expanding outward at 
near-light in both real and sub-space.  Intensity, 
approximately fifteen standard torpedos - per unit 
measurement.  We don't want to get caught by that, Captain. 

Picard:  Warp one.



The Enterprise drops into warp, backing away from the 
growing sphere of light.  A sudden pulse illuminates the sphere from within.
The Enterprise bridge crew shields there eyes for a moment before the screen
adjusts.

The internal glow subsudies.  The original sphere continues 
to expand.  It dims slightly as it does so.



Riker:  What the hell was that?

Worf:  Sensors indicate a massive object now occupies the 
center of the sphere.

Picard:  How massive?

Data:  Approximately ten point three kilometers 
in length, two kilometers in width...





A cavernous room.  Filled with giant screens and projected 
holographs.  The Enterprise appears in multiple 
such projections.  Tall, delicate humans walk amongst the 
images and equipment.

They defer to a particular tall, androgynous man.  His hair, 
long and pale lavender.  One eye, gold - the other 
ultramarine blue.  OLDNA POSEIDAL.  His voice sounds distant 
and musical, almost melancholy.

By Poseidals side, what appears to be a young, but 
nevertheless very tall, girl.  ATROPHOS.  She walks slightly 
behind Poseidal.



Atrophos:  Great Poseidal, the bio-relation coils remain 
almost fully charged.  We were very fortunate the 
transference went so well.  There was no feed-back from 
Gustogol.

Poseidal:  Yes.  Very fortunate...  Has a world been located 
suitable to a bio-relation transplant?

Atrophos:  Yes, my Lord.  The Sensitives report three 
candidates.

Poseidal:  Three?

Atrophos:  Yes, my Lord.  Again, we have been very 
fortunate.



Poseidal takes a seat at the center of the command chamber.  
Holographic images dance about him.  Images of his vessel, 
of the Enterprise, and of geometric shapes flash by.



Poseidal:  Which world is furthest?

Atrophos:  This one, my Lord.



A series of projections show a path leading to a dot.



Poseidal:  And which one is nearest?

Atrophos:  This one, my Lord.



Another series of projections, ending in a dot.



Poseidal:  And which one is neither?

Atrophos:  This one, my Lord.



Once again, more projections dance before Poseidal.



Poseidal:  This one it is.  Have any other signs of bio-
relation use been detected?

Atrophos:  No, my Lord.  We are alone, for the moment.

Poseidal:  Yes.  For the moment.  Ready the ez-laser 
turbines.  I would rather not perform another transference.  


Atrophos:  Yes, my Lord.  And what of this colorful moth?



A holographic Enterprise flits before the pair.



Poseidal:  Pretty, isn't it?



Poseidal stands.  He walks along a narrow catwalk towards 
the main screens of the chamber.  Navigational information 
begins to flash across them.  Many people work furiously 
before consoles slightly bellow the catwalk.  Several 
moments of silence go by.



Poseidal:  Engage the turbines.