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Where No Man Has gone before.
You were happily going about your own business. 
That's the last thing you remember before you were being enveloped in a swirling, glowing blanket of particles and you felt yourself being pulled away, fast, zipping along physical space at the speed of light.
When you come to, you're standing in a bright, circular room. There's people in uniform here watching you, looking very, very confused.
A man stands in front of everyone else, watching in curiosity. He's got an air of authority, relatively young, but not hostile. Beside him are two men in blue uniform, and the seem to have been mid-bicker. One, the slimmer, dark one with.. Pointed ears? Has an eyebrow raised in your direction, the other looks like he might explode at any second.
"Well, you certainly aren't the Tenaxi Diplomat we we're expecting." The one in the middle says, smiling, but bemused.
What do you do?
That's the last thing you remember before you were being enveloped in a swirling, glowing blanket of particles and you felt yourself being pulled away, fast, zipping along physical space at the speed of light.
When you come to, you're standing in a bright, circular room. There's people in uniform here watching you, looking very, very confused.
A man stands in front of everyone else, watching in curiosity. He's got an air of authority, relatively young, but not hostile. Beside him are two men in blue uniform, and the seem to have been mid-bicker. One, the slimmer, dark one with.. Pointed ears? Has an eyebrow raised in your direction, the other looks like he might explode at any second.
"Well, you certainly aren't the Tenaxi Diplomat we we're expecting." The one in the middle says, smiling, but bemused.
What do you do?
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The air smelt wrong. It was nearly scentless, too clean, unnatural. The sounds wrong. People but surrounded by alien sounds and a constant thrumming. Something she had only heard in one place, Azys La.
Finally opening her eyes, she slides back from the Hyurs and Hyur-Elezen man in front of her and into a battle ready stance, her hand drifting back towards the familiar weight of her lance.
A growl rumbles in her chest and she lets out an impressively loud hiss.
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"Great! An angry Cat Lady! Look Jim, we knew that the Tenaxi weren't happy with us returning but I think we can safely say that this wasn't part of the goddamn plan!" He's almost yelling, but he's still only whispering. The man Jim simply stands with a growing smirk on his face, calm in the face of the Doctor's wrath.
"Chill, Bones. I don't think our guest was expecting this either," he says, nodding in Q'uila's direction.
"Hey Scotty, I thought we were clear of any Ionic interference?" He looks over at the slightly harried man int he red shirt who's currently poring over all the data streams trying to find 'what in the bloody hell tha' was'.
Spock, for his part, restrains himself from rolling his eyes, but catches the question in Jim's quick half-second of eye contact, closing his eyes slowly for 'yes'. That's all Jim needs.
He steps forward as Bones and Scotty start to snipe at each other, holding his hands up in the universal gesture of peace. He wiggles the finger on his left hand so that she can see that he's about to move it before he pinches a part of his collar uniform. The pressure makes something underneath flash several colours, a long red followed by a short amber, then three greens.
"Greetings from the crew of the U.S.S Enterprise, Ma'am. I'm Captain Kirk, and I can only apologize for this," He says, genuinely contrite.
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None of the movement in the teleporter room goes unnoticed by her. The Hyur is red seemed like a Cid-type. The taller Hyur moving forward carried himself with confidence, even before he spoke it was clear that this was the one in charge of this odd Alagan base.
"Apologies do little in the way of action." She growls, "Especially by those who use the machines of the Allags." She fully grasps the handle of her lance now, if she had to fight she would.
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Jim's smile slips from his face as he regards the woman in front of him. Evidently a woman of war, he doesn't need to have been trained in combat to see that.
"I don't know what 'Allags' are. These machines are Federation through and through, Terran and Vulcan design. I hope you understand I'm telling you the truth when I say I have no idea what you're talking about."
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She must thank whoever designed their ridiculous uniforms, skintight as they are she can easily assess the musculature of the people before her. From a physical standpoint... She would like to see them bloody try and keep her on here, she will not push only because they could have some sort of mechanism in place to contain her, not that those tend to last long either. The look she shoots the Not Elezen-Hyur is unimpressed and she calls forth some Verthunder to crackle about her free hand in purple sparks in a show of mild belligerence.
Q'uila does not have Pinya's Echo-given gift for lies, but her ears, eyes, and nose help her suss out lies. Her ears flick and her tail continues to lash even as she acquiesces that this man is probably truthful.
"If that be the case then use this 'Terran and Vulcan' machinery to return me to Hydaelyn. Now." She needs to get back, she vanished in the middle of a meeting.
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The Mana doesn't come.
Sure, the sparks appear, but for no more than a second or two before they simply fizzle out. It's not just the people here who are void of Aether, the place itself carries none.
"I'm sorry, we're not familiar with the planet of 'Hydaelyn'?" Spock says, though his tone is devoid of any semblance of sympathy or pity. "An M-Class planet if there are sentient species inhabiting it, but we have never head of it in that manner before." He states.
Jim is... slightly more sympathetic.
"Sorry, Ma'am, We don't know where you came from and for that reason, we don't know how to get you back. You were beamed on during a spate of Ionic interference, so until we're able to recreate those circumstances we can't do much in the way of getting you home. Though... You're able to understand Federation standard just fine?"
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Her ears fold back against her head and her ruffled fur bristles again. "You speak terrible Eorzean but yes I understand you and you can understand my words. So I shall say again, I need to return." As she say it again this time the not of desperation creeps into her voice. "I know not what you did but you plucked me from within the most important meeting of leaders in the last three Era's!"
There is an emptiness to the world around her, no flames and glimmers of her family's aether, her senses chocked, blocked. Her heart races,and she shifts backwards ever so minutely, her distress become more and more visible as she starts shifting towards fight of flight, the very image of a cornered cat.
Temporary unconsciousness would probably be safest at this stage and she's just about distracted enough for an attempt at knocking her out.
can i get uuhhh hhhhhhhh sorry for being late uhhhh
"Lady, We ain't speaking Eorzean. This is Federation Standard across the Galaxies," He says, rather brusquely.
"Indeed," Spock intones, "We know of no planet called 'Eorzea', nor a country or continent called such on all the worlds we have mapped. There is no way to put you back somewhere that we don't know of." His cool demeanor hides a fair amount of frustration. This isn't the first time this has happened to them and he knows it's not the Engineer's faults. It's just very very annoying.
The woman starts to panic, and there's no other word for it. Jim recognizes the shortness of the breath and can tell her eyes can't focus on anything, seeing things she wants to see and not what's actually in front of her.
There's no need to restrain her unless she lashes out...
Jim has his fingers on the button on his comm, waiting for the worst case scenario because honestly, when isn't it?
*hugs* its fine, well worth the wait and goodness knows Ive been lagging with so many damn tags
The movement of Jim's fingers settling onto the buttons of his communicator catches Q'uila's sharp eyes and she backs up off of the teleport pads with another growl, her hand drifting back the lance affixed to her back. She didn't know what that device did but she wasn't taking any chances.
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"Uh, no. I'm no diplomat." He glances around the room, taking in everything he's seeing. "What system are you guys from, and, uh, who are you following?" That's important right now. "For that matter, what system are we in?"
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Jim only huffs, approaching after Bones to come and talk to Matt properly.
"As for where we're from, thanks for that ace introduction, Bones," Jim rolls his eyes and gets a bird for his effort, "Terran prime, Sol system. Currently in Tenaxi Prime, M-507-Beta system, following. Uh, no one? My pilots are navigating at the moment, and there's no one to follow c'ept ourselves. What I am interested in, though, is how you ended up so far out from the Starbase with out any knowledge of it. We're far beyond the Federation Frontier." Kirk is smiling, but there's still a bit of tightness around the eyes. He didn't become a captain by bring overly trusting, after all.
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Blinking, he looks over at the man in gold, confused as heck. "Terran? Sol? So... you're from Earth? We don't have this shiny of technology for our ships. Just the Galra and the Alteans..." A pause. "But I have a feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore. Or, well, metaphorically. I don't know if I've ever been to Kansas. Anyway, I'm Matt Holt, technically Second Lieutenant and science officer, Galaxy Garrison. Lately, I'm also Rebel Communications, but I don't think the species we're rebelling against is even here...." Wherever here really is.
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"Kid, you look like you've come form a damned warzone," he grouches with a surprising amount of tenderness. The tricorder finishes the scan with a final 'Blip!' and Matt's almost free to do what he wants. Almost.
"Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Mr. Holt. My name's Jim Kirk, I'm the Captain of this ship, and you've already met Dr. McCoy. From the confused sounds I'm hearing from over there by the engineers section, we won't be able to get you home anytime soon." There's a harried shout of 'sorry!' from the crew members in the red shirt as someone with a Scottish brogue yells commands, trying to figure out what the hell went wrong.
"Walk with me," Kirk ticks his head out to the side door. "I think Kansas might have changed a bit."
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However, he turns his attention to the Captain in front of him and salutes, almost instinctively. "Yes, sir. I'm... admittedly very curious to see some of your technology and communications." And science advances, if that scanner is anything to go by.
He steps off of the platform, ready to follow Kirk wherever he's going.
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"Alright, well, Welcome to the USS Enterprise, even if it's a bit of a detour," He laughs, going over to the replicator to punch in some drinks.
"I can get you some clothes at least, and something to eat and drink, but I'm interested to hear about what kind of place you come from. Uh, Tea? Coffee?"
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"Thanks for the welcome, sir. I come from what must be another universe to this one. We're in the middle of a galactic war against an imperialistic species called the Galra. Their defining feature is that they're warlike... and purple." Matt makes a face. "They tend to blaze through everything and salt the land, and it's been thousands of years since anyone stood up to them."
Clearly, Matt has no love for these guys.
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"Well it's still Synth coffee, but I've programmed it to be as close to the real thing as possible. Plus, if I replicate the beans, I found out that you can do everything else the old fashioned way and it comes out pretty much perfect," he explains as he punches a code into the replicator in front of him. A minute or so, a small beep can be heard and the replicator flaps open to reveal a small bag of coffee grounds and a large thermos of hot water that Jim gets to mixing immediately.
"Christ, yeah, a different universe for sure. We have Klingons and Romulans, both have their respective territory and empires and at the moment all three of us, the Federation included, are at a standstill. As long as no one crosses into the Neutral zones, we're not going to go to war any time soon."
Jim sets the coffee in front of Matt in a large mug, piping hot and just for him. Jim's coffee is vastly sweeter, but still black.
"And you say they've gone unchecked for literal millennia? Just... how? I didn't think any iteration of Earth would put up with that."
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A pause and he takes a breath, shaking his head. "We barely had space travel. That's why it happened. My dad, my best friend, and I were on a mission to Kerberos, Pluto's moon, and that was the furthest humans had gone. So when the Galra came and captured the three of us, we had no idea anyone was even out there. That sure was fun."
And by fun, he means it sucked. A lot.
"So, we're probably pretty darn far in your past, even with the alternate universe."
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"Bones-"
"I'm on it," the Doctor says, comming his Medbay with urgency and pulling out his Tricorder, already scanning the sickly looking boy.
"Spock, can you-"
"I am already alerting the Tenaxi party of the circumstances." The Vulcan nods, and Jim gives him a grateful look.
Jim kneels down in front of the boy, reaching out his hand.
"I know you don't know who we are, but we're here to help. You can't stay on the transporter, though."
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He jerks backwards, breath coming harshly as he stares at them, scrambling to his feet.
"Another... Earth? No, but -" He starts coughing, weakly calling out for something that seems to translate to 'Dung Beetle'. He looks around and tries to dart through a gap in the people in front of him, but doesn't make it much further than the edge of the teleporter pad before his leg gives out and he tumbles to the ground, glasses skittering across the floor.
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Bones watches from behind, pain evident in his eyes as nurse Chapel brings a medical hover bed into the room.
"It's just a kid, Christ, Jim," Bones mutters to himself before stepping forward, gently picking up the glasses that dropped to the ground.
"Hey, Kid, it looks like you've been through a lot before you got here. I know it doesnt sound like much right now but we're not going to hurt you. I've got a medical bay ready to take care of you, if that's what you want." McCoy's low drawl works to calm most anyone, save Klingons of course, and he's hoping that it will help the kid.
Jim stands watches close by, but lets the doctor do his thing.
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"... Fight was forty hours... couldn't leave. Had to kill... everyone...." He tries to stand up and just barely manages, shrugging away from the nurses and reaching out. He misses twice, and then grabs them successfully the third time. He fits them on his face and the exhausted look fits into something more like annoyance.
"... It seems like your teleportation went wrong. You caught me just as my vehicle was draining the last of my life, but that was a small price to pay to keep my world from exploding, as insane as that sounds." The voice is a bit more confident, and he looks over towards Jim. The guy looks like an asshole, but the way he'd been standing before made him definitely look like an authority.
"I don't know what you were waiting for, but I finished my fight. You've summoned the thing nearest to a ghost as reality is going to actually get. ... But I imagine the funeral's already underway, so it's not s if I have somewhere to return to. What's going on here?" He still looks exhausted and his voice is still rough, but he's at least planted himself a little more in a stable stance. As young as the kid is - barely hitting puberty, just barely under five feet tall, skinny as hell even without the effect of recent events - he seems like he's got either an air of authority or the air of a teenager who clearly thinks he knows what he's doing, which probably comes off as both.
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"Yeah. You're telling me. This is the USS Enterprise in the Earth year 2247; we're currently in orbit around Yorktown Federation Space Station in Beta Quadrant. Let me know how many of those words make sense to you," he says with a completely straight face.
He can see Bones gearing up a sedation hypo out of sight, and shoots him a warning looks that he gets a 'if I gotta I gotta' shrug.
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He turns his head, trying to keep an eye on everything around him. He's still too on edge. "Don't try to sedate me or I'll kick you in the shins." Somehow, despite his exhaustion, there's still a flat tone in there.