Spock And Lwaxana (Part Three)

Guest Poster: Lwaxana Troi

Spock and I are imprisoned on the Kalaran Grel outpost planet. We were supposed to be attending Kalara as Ambassadors to oversee the peace initiative between the two civil war sides. The Grel are one of the sides, and want to keep us here to ensure the Peace Talks fail.

"Keeping us here is an act of agression against the Federation" Spock tells them in his official status.

The Kalarans take no notice. We are stiuck in a jail cell with a force field to prevent us escaping.

"Sit down, Spock, lovey" I tell him seductively, "They have told us they will release us as soon as the Peace Talks collapse. There must be something we can do while we wait for that to happen."


"Unhand me, Ambassador." Spock tells me firmly, "It is essential that we escape soon. We cannot allow the Talks to fail."

"I suppose you're right." I admit, "You're such a party pooper."

Spock gets up and looks at the force field control.

"Fascinating. This is a very complex mechanism" he tells me, "It has a reverse-loop quadrophonic phase adaptor. This is more advanced than what we are used to in the Federation. I fear we will be stuck in the cell until it is too late."

I push him aside. "Let's see what I can do. Sometimes a little bit of common sense can work wonders.

I get a hairpin and stick it into the controls. There is a buzz and a flash.

The forcefield is down.

"Fascinating." comments Spock.

"Men!" I exclaim, "They are so useless!"

We run into the corridors and encounter some guards. Spock quickly goes into them and uses his Vulcan nerve pinch.

I suppose some men aren't so useless after all.

After consulting the maps on the wall to the Cargo Bay, we find ourselves there. It's handy to have these maps around, otherwise we'd probably be in the Kalaran restaurant.

Alarm bells are sounding all over the base.

"That is not for a Fire Drill." Spock informs me. Perhaps Vulcans do have a sense of humour after all?

We soon find a small shuttle and get to the controls. Spock starts it off.

"Have you flown one of these before?" I ask.

"I have not, Ambassador" he informs me calmly, "However, all ships are basically the same..."

The ship jerks backward, then forward. Then we take off, managing to bump into a small rock as we head towards the sky.

"A few teething troubles there." Spock comments drily.

"There are some Kalaran battlecruisers catching up with us!" I tell him with all the nervousness I'd have if Deanna was on her wedding day.

"That is unfortunate." Spock says. I must admit that his method of understating dangers is seriously reducing his chances in the marriage stakes. Besides that, our survival stakes are going downhill very quickly.

Suddenly we see some photon torpedoes hit the battlecruisers, so we are able to go on our way.

"The Enterprise is here." I see on the sensors.
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A few minutes later, Jean-Luc welcomes us on the ship.

"Are you all right Ambassador Lwaxana and Spock?" he asks, "We'll take you to Kalara so that you don't miss the Peace Talks."

"Of course we are all right, Jean-Luc!" I exclaim, giving him a big kiss, "Although we would have escaped anyway. I had plenty of hairpins."

Spock raises his eyebrow in his customary way. "Fascinating."

Spock And Lwaxana (Part One)

Guest Poster: Lwaxana Troi

Well, I'll tell you that these ambassadorial meetings I have to go are so boring! Those people who I meet have about as much personality as a block of wood.

I'm hoping this one won't be so bad. I'm going with Ambassador Spock to the planet Kalara to help sort out the civil war problems they have had over the years. Their addition would be good for the Federation.

Ah, there is always something in it for us!

I know what you're thinking, lovies. Ambassador Spock isn't the sort of man with a bright and breezy personality. Well, I've checked into his past, and being only a half Vulcan, I'm sure he can become very friendly.

Who knows. A Vulcan and a Betazoid could be a good match.

There I am, thinking ahead of myself! Why do I see everybody as a potential husband for myself. I guess it's because I've been urging my daughter Deanna to tie the knot with Will.

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Anyway, the Ambassador and I are going in the shuttle Columbus to Kalara. I have met him many times, of course. Oddly enough, he always seem to shy away.

Hold on, here he comes now. Don't tell him what we've been talking about. Promise?



"Greetings, Ambassador Lwanana." he says in that formal manner of his, "I'm sure together, we will be able to have some positive results on Kalara."

"I'm hoping for some before that." I say slyly.

"I do not understand, Ambassador Lwaxana." Spock tells me with a puzzled look.

"Don't worry about it, Spock, honey." I tell him, "Let's drop the calling each other 'Ambassador' routine. We've got a long flight ahead of us to Kalara"

I give him a big kiss, to which he responds with in a typical Vulcan style.

He doesn't do anything.

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Several hours later, Spock is still just as he was. I thought a little Klingon bloodwine might help, but it doesn't help.

Am I losing my man-magnet touch, or have I just picked the wrong one here?

Suddenly we hear the sound of a noise behind us. Three armed aliens appear behind us.

"You are Ambassadors Lwaxana and Spock?" the lead one says, "You were going to Kalara to forge a piece initiative? We cannot allow that to happen. We see ourselves as the victors in the civil war. The other side must lose."

"We are here to help." Spock says as he walks up to one before knocking the Kalaran out with a Vulcan nerve clench.

Too late, though, Spock gets knocked out for his troubles and we get beamed off.

Somehow, I don't think this is going to end in the way I hoped for!

To be continued...

Life With Kirk (Part Three)

It is highly dangerous been a redshirt crewman in the 23rd Century on Captain Kirk's Enterprise.

Since Q took me back there, to show me how tough things were, I've had to be very careful. When we investigated events on the desolate planet of Zargon III, a fellow crewman has been killed by a mysterious blood-sucking alien. Kirk has taken an Orion Slave Girl named Thada that we have found back to the Enterprise to show her what love is.

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"A blood-sucking creature, Spock?" comments Doctor McCoy, "Maybe it's a taxman? Perhaps we ought to send you? The creature might not like green Vulcan blood!"

"That is not logical, Doctor." replies Spock, "Evidence suggest that the creature will feed on all sorts of blood."

"Oh, get a sense of humour transplant, Spock!" replies McCoy, "Don't suppress it all of the time!"

I wish I had Bev and Riker with me; at least they don't squabble all the time like these two.

We look in the cave where we found Thada; at the back, we see some alien skeletons that are near a fire.



"Fascinating." comments Spock.

"Stop saying 'fascinating', you pointy-eared Vulcan." McCoy tells him, "What does it all mean?"

"It means that Thada is the mysterious alien who killed Crewman Hunter and other visitors to this planet." states Spock.

"She could have special powers," I add, "Or be a shapeshifter."

We beam up hurriedly; Captain Kirk could be killed by that creature. As I know he is supposed to last until the inauguration of the Enterprise B some years from now. We can't have the timeline disturbed.

"Where is Captain Kirk?" we ask Scotty, who is at the transporter controls.

"He says is he showing that green girl around" he replies, "And her says that he canna be disturbed while he has coffee with her in his quarters."

"Unfortunately, we must do so to save the Captain." comments Spock, "Arm yourselvers everybody."

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We reach the Captain's quarters; there is a lot of noise inside.

"Spock." says McCoy, "What if you're wrong and the Captain is just pursuing his usual interests?"

"It's a risk we have to take, Doctor." he replies, as he kicks the door down.

A huge monster is towering over Kirk; it has long claws and is covered in furm like a giant grizzly bear. Kirk'd shirt is torn, and there are scratches on his chest.

We all use our phaser, and the monster disappears into nothingness.

"I guess there are some women I don't get on with." laughs Kirk, "Spock, please inform Yeoman Janice Rand that she has been re-booked for tonight."

I suddenly see a blinding flash of light.

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I am back in my own quarters of the Enterprise D in the 24th Century with Q.

"Well, Jean-Luc." he asks, "Did you find it easy living in the 23rd Century?"

"Not really, Q." I reply, "I found it most enlightening, and it shows how far the Federation have come since then. Now just let me rest for the evening as I wanted to."

Q disappears at last; now I can take it easy for the night after that party.

The alarm clock goes off; it's morning already!

Aaagh!

Life With Kirk (Part Two)

Guest Poster: James T Kirk

Captain's log, Stardate 26647.4.

The Enterprise has arrived at Zargon III, where we are carrying out routine checks on the planet. Hopefully I can find a few aliens to zap and some pretty girls to rescue and fall in love with.

I'm taking Bones and Spock with me down to the surface, along with a few expendable redshirt crewmen. One of them, Michael Foster has been acting strangely. He talks of making peaceful First Contact with any inhabitants. He called Spock 'Number One' on a couple of occasions.

That made Spock's eyebrow raise!

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We all beam down to the surface; it looks rather barren, and the sky has a kind of orange glow. The rocks look as if they are created out of papier mache. It's odd how a lot of planets we visit seem to look like that.

"Split up everybody." I say, "And look for anything unusual. You redshirts go over there; try not to get killed. I've used up my quota of redshirt replacements already for this year, and Starfleet won't be sending me any more for quite a while."

"Perhaps we ought to be going with you, Captain." suggests Foster.

"No, Crewman." I reply, "It makes it more dangerous for us, and we can't afford to get killed off."

Bones and I go looking in a hilly part of the planet.

"What do you think about Foster?" I ask him, "He seems to have undergone a personality transplant. He appears to have a very authoritive air all of a sudden."

"Don't ask me, Jim." Bones snaps at me, "I'm a country doctor, not a behavioural psychiatrist."

"AAAAAGGGGHHHH"

A terrible scream comes from the direction of the redshirts. We all go to investigate.




Crewman Will Hunter's skin has turned a weird colour, with all his blood removed, according to Bones. Another redshirt bites the dust.

"Fascinating." says Spock.

A great contribution HE makes!

"Now what did I tell you!" I groan dispairingly, "I told you redshirts not to get killed; I'm on a tight budget with staff here. The Enterprise is getting a bad reputation for crew turnover."

Everybody goes out to look around further, but there is an air of tension.

Crewman Michael Foster comes to me.

"I've found something here, Captain." he tells me, and leads me to a cave, and shows me what is inside.



Wow! It must be my lucky day. I've hit the jackpot!

"I am Thada, an Orion Slave Girl." she says, "I was abandoned here many years ago by my masters."

"Why is that?" I ask, "Did no one love you?"

"What is love?" she replies innocently.

"Come back up to the Enterprise, and I'll do my best to explain it to you."

It's tough being a Captain in the 23rd Century!

"What about the creature that killed Crewman Hunter?" asks Foster, "Shouldn't we all be looking for that, Captain?"

I'll let you do that, Foster." I reply, "I've got to look after this lonely young lady."

As the others look around, Thada and I beam up to the Enterprise.

Another day, another, woman!

I'll postpone Yeoman Janice Rand until we've delivered Thada to her homeworld.

To be continued...

Life With Kirk (Part One)

My birthday party was a lot of fun; it was a great surprise having that party in Ten Forward was really enjoyable, although I would have been in a bad mood if there wasn't one.

The highlight was when Bev put her Marilyn Monroe dress on and blonde wig, and sang "Happy Birthday, Captain Picard"



Well, now the day is over, and it's time to relax in my quarters after all the noise and excitement of they day.

Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light.

"Happy Birthday, Jean-Luc."

It's Q.

"Go away, Q" I tell him, "I just want to relax."

"Don't be like that, Jean-Luc." he replies, "I came to wish you a wonderful birthday."

"Thanks very much. Now go back to the Continuum."

"I've got a nice pressy for you here." he continues.

Suddenly a marching band appears in the room, playing 'Happy Birthday' at an ear-shattering volume.

"GET THEM OUT!" I shout as loudly as possible.

They disappear.

"The trouble is with you, Jean-Luc." comments Q, "Is that you are never grateful. Here you are, in the comfort of a Galaxy-class starship. You could never survive in one from a century ago."

"Nonsense, Q." I say, "Of course I could."

As soon as I said that, I knew it was the wrong thing to say.

"Oh, really." Q tells me. He smiles, and there is a flash of light.

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The next thing I see is a much smaller room, very primatively built. From my history lessons at the Academy, I recognise it as a 23rd Century Starfleet vessel.

I look in the mirror, and am shocked at what I see.



I am much younger, with hair, which is good; alarmingly, though, I have a red shirt on; they were expendable in those days, especially on Captain James T Kirk's Enterprise. I hope I'm not on that one.

Upon examination of the room, I find I am inhabiting the body of Crewman Michael Foster, who has just been on the Enterprise and has narrowly escaped death three times on missions with Kirk.

My worst fears are realised.

The Com on the wall activates.

"Crewman Foster to Transporter Room One. Required for Landing Party with Captain Kirk, Science Officer Spock, Doctor McCoy and a few redshirts."

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I arrive at Transporter Room One, where Kirk, Spock and McCoy, plus three other redshirts are getting ready.

"Right." says Kirk to us all, "If you see any mean looking aliens, don't forget to zap them. Set your phasers on kill."

"Captain" I say, "Should we not try to establish First Contact with any aliens we meet in order to promote peace and harmony between planets?"

Kirk looks bewildered.

"Foster, have you been on something?" he asks me, "We are supposed to zap any bad looking aliens and find any Princesses from other planets to take home, so I can fall in love with them."

He talks to the man at the transporter controls."

"All right, Scotty." he tells him, "Beam us down."

To be continued...

Spock's Visit (Part Two)

Spock and I arrive at the Bridge to see what the emergency was about; he was touring the ship with me after having delivered a male Vulcan, Lieutenant Davik to us after Starfleet said there wasn't enough Vulcans in senior positions.

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"What's the Emergency, Number One?" I ask.

"We've passed through an unidentifiable gas cloud" replies Riker, "It's affected the systems and we look set for a Core Breach in two minutes."

"Don't panic!" I shout out, "Prepare for evacuation; ideas anyone?"

"Calm down, Captain." comments Spock, "I'm sure this can be handled easily."

"Well you stay and handle it, while we leave the ship." I reply quickly.

"Vulcan logic will always arrive at a solution." he tells me, "I'm sure Lieutenant Davik has solved the problem by now."

"He's only been here half an hour." I remind him, "He's unlikely to have..."

I get a message from Geordi on my Com.

"The problem is over, Captain." he tells me, "The threatened Core Breach has been averted just in time."

"Well done, Mr LaForge." I reply, "You did an excellent job in saving us all."

"Actually, it wasn't me, Sir." says Geordi, "Lieutenant Davik was the one who did that; he did some spellbinding work on the computer and everything was running normally again. If it wasn't for him, we'd all be space dust."

"Pass on the ship's thanks." I tell him.

I hope we haven't got someone else here who is going to keep saving the ship like Wesley used to do? He's only been here half an hour, and he's already saved it once. That's a faster rate than Wes does it.

"Shall we continue our ship's tour, Ambassador?" I say to Spock.

"Yes, Captain." he replies.

During our walk down the corridor, we encounter Seven.

"This is Seven of Nine." I tell him.

"Fascinating." comments Spock, "A Borg drone."

"A Vulcan." replies Seven, "A most pedantic and overlogical race."

"Would it be possible if I had a Mind Meld with you, Seven?" asks Spock, "I believe the experience would be most... enlightening."

"I will not comply!" snaps Seven, "The thoughts of the Hive Mind are exclusive to the Borg. The only way you shall be part of my mind is if I assimilate you. Do you wish me to do that?"

"No, thank you, Seven." says Spock, and we walk on.

"Sorry about that, Ambassador." I say apologetically.

"No need, Captain." he tells me, "Although it may not be wise to consider Seven in the Diplomatic area of Starfleet."

We reach one of the holodecks; Spock studies them closely, raises an eyebrow; I know what he'll say in a moment.

"Fascinating."

I knew it.

"I wonder what Captain Kirk would have made of a holodeck?" he muses, "I'm sure he would have enjoyed using it."

"It would have been interesting to see what programs he would have installed." I say.

"Actually, Captain." he replies, "I know exactly the sort he would use; the ones that are banned by Starfleet regulations."

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After the tour ends, I take Spock back to Transporter Room 2; we are ready to beam him out. Lieutenant Davik is with us.

"Goodbye for now, Ambassador" I tell him.

"Live long and prosper, Captain" he replies, just before beaming out, "Good luck in Engineering, Davik. Remember not to press the 'Self-Destruct' button like you did on the other ship."

I knew it!

Spock's Visit (Part One)

We are all in our best Starfleet outfits in order to welcome a very special visitor to the ship.

Ambassador Spock is beaming on; we encountered him some time ago when we thought he was going to defect to the Romulans, but thought he could unite them and the Klingons. It all turned out to be a trick, though.

Shows how much Vulcans know, I suppose.

We are all standing ready in Transporter Room 2. Two figures beam in.



With Spock is another male Vulcan, who is in a Starfleet uniform.

"Greetings, Captain Picard." says Spock.

He gives me the Vulcan hand signal that I am never able to do properly without breaking my fingers; I try, and Spock smiles slightly.

I thought Vulcans had no emotion?

"Welcome to the Enterprise, Ambassador Spock," I reply, then look at the other Vulcan.

"This is Lieutenant Davik" answers Spock, "He is my protege' and will be joining your ship from now on."

I look puzzled.

"I haven't heard anything about this, Ambassador" I say in a slightly protesting voice, although I know what the end result will be.

"Check with Admiral Bollinger." Spock replies, "He agreed with me that there is a marked lack of Vulcans on the ship, and it could do with the enlightenment that we have."

I grate my teeth slightly at this remark.

"Very well, Ambassador." I reply, "We'll find something for him to do."

"Captain Picard." says Davik, as if someone has woke him up, "I am an expert in all forms of Engineering, and would like to be put there."

"Very well." I comment with restraint, "Lieutenant Commander LaForge will take him to Engineering; Commander Riker will assign him quarters."

They both roll their eyes and escort Davik out.

"Now, Captain" continues Spock, "Is it all right if you show me around the ship?"

"Of course" I reply, "Come with me."

As we walk around, Spock is looking around.

"Fascinating." he says to himself.

Why does he always say that?

"I must say" he comments, "Things are remarkably different here than the Enterprise. I used to be on. Even the uniforms are tougher."

"How do you mean, Ambassador?"

"Captain Kirk always managed to get his uniform torn." he replies, "Perhaps it was made of flimsier material. The women are dressed differently here as well. Captain Kirk made it mandatory that all females wore mini-skirts. He had a remarkable memory as well."

"In what way?" I ask.

"He knew the cabin number of every female crew member." Spock answers, "Captain Kirk always seemed rather tired first thing in a morning, for some reason."

"Indeed." I say drily.

We arrive at SickBay; Spock looks around and raises and eyebrow when he sees Beverly and the holographic doctor.

"Fascinating." he comments, "Very different from Doctor McCoy."

"I suppose it is, Ambassador." I reply, "I read that he used to insult you a lot, calling you a 'emotionless green blooded Vulcan' at times."

"That is true, Captain Picard," he tells me, "However Captain Kirk used to call me the same thing when he'd had some secretly imported brandy."

My Com badge goes off.

"Captain" Riker informs me, "We have an emergency."

To be continued...

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Mind Swap (Part Three)

I get to the Bridge of the 23rd Century Enterprise after being summoned.

I am still trapped in the body of Captain James T Kirk.

"Klingons are approaching, Sir" Mr Sulu informs me.

"Perhaps we ought to talk to them and work on a peaceful resolve." I suggest.

McCoy laughs out loud.

"That is not logical, Captain." Spock tells me, "The Klingons are a violent race, and have always wanted to destroy the Enterprise and the Federation."

"We are being hailed." Uhura tells me.

The viewscreen comes on.

A man with a slightly aggressive face comes on.

"Captain Kirk, you will surrender the Enterprise over to the Klingon Empire or be destroyed"

"Is he supposed to be a Klingon?" I whisper to Spock, "He looks nothing like a Klingon!"

"Um, yes, he is, Captain, the Klingons don't like to speak of the affliction that has swept the Empire over the last couple of years. It shames them, and they hope it will be eradicated soon. It's called Cheapmakeuponitis."

I sit down in the chair and issue instructions.

"Evasive Manouvre Delta Four, Mr Scott" I say.

Scotty looks puzzled.

"I dinna ken yer meaning, Cap'n"

I forgot that we are not on the Enterprise D.

Swiftly I get up, ask Mr Chekov to move, and take control of the helm. I fly at top speed towards a nearby planet, with the Klingon ship following. Everyone looks panic stricken.

"This is not logical." states Mr Spock.

"I'm phoning home. " screams Uhura.

"Have you gone mad, Jim?" shouts McCoy.

At the very last moment, I pull the Enterprise away from the planet's atmosphere.

"Yae cannae break the laws o' physics...och, ma engines!" groans Scotty.

The Klingon ship carries on into the planet's atmosphere and explodes.

"Is that how problems are solved in the 24th Century, Captain?" Spock quietly asks me.

Then they all suddenly freeze.

"Well done, Jean-Luc" a familiar voice whispers to me.

Q

"So it's you, Q, that are responsible for bringing me here?"

"Of course, Jean-Luc. I just wanted to see how you would react with a different starship in an earlier Century. You did very well."

"What about the timeline?" I protest.

"Oh, these people will forget everything that happened, including Kirk, when I bring him back here. Bye for now, Jean-Luc..."

Suddenly, I am back on the Bridge of the Enterprise D. Everyone is looking at me.

"Are you all right, Captain?" Riker asks.

"You seem very confused." says Deanna."I thought you said something odd to me a little earlier. It must be my hearing."

Beverly comes on the Bridge. She quietly talks to me.

"Jean-Luc, you'll really have to switch your Com badge off in the future next time you visit the SickBay."

I wonder what she means by that?

Mind Swap (Part One)

I've woken up this morning in a strange place.

The room is much smaller, and everything looks eather primative, although I have noticed that I'm still on a starship.

I feel my head; I have hair! That hasn't happened for a long time.

When I look over at the mirror, I don't see Picard, but somebody else.

Captain James T Kirk.

For some reason, I'm on the Enterprise of the 23rd Century. This tells me that today could be rather a problem.

A young lady walks in to my quarters. She has long blonde hair, an old-style Starfleet uniform that consisted of mini-skirts and red tops for all women.

"Who are you?" I inquire.

"So it's true." she tells me, "You DO always forget your women once you have been with them. I happen to be Yeoman Cressida, your love interest for this week. I started on the Enterprise two days ago and within ten minutes you were charming me. You said at the time to yourself that you were getting slow at chatting them up."

Perhaps the crew can help me out and somehow get me sent forward again to the 24th Century. Mr Spock was always the clever one in this crew.

I head for the Bridge. The crew is dressed in ridiculously cheap looking uniforms. One would think Starfleet were on a budget then.

At the Bridge, I see Uhura on Communications, Mr Chekov & Mr Sulu on Navigation.

Mr Scott, the Chief Engineer is also there.

"I cannae see hae we gonna get tae Starbase 3, Cap'n." he says weirdly, "The Dilithium Crystals are faillin us!"

The Universal Translator must be a little faulty on this ship.

Mr Spock is on the opposite side in his cheap-looking blue uniform, pressing buttons that look as if they have been glued on ; how did they ever get this Enterprise to fly is beyond me. It looks positively unsafe.

"Um, Mr Spock, I need to have a private word with you about a difficulty."

We go into Kirk's Ready Room.

"Is it concerning Mr Sulu, and that 'matter' that Starfleet have kept supressed?"

"No, Mr Spock. What if I told you that I am not Captain Kirk?"

"Fascinating" he quietly speaks, "Then who do you think you are?"

"I think I am.....no, I mean I am a Captain of the Enterprise of the 24th Century, and my mind is in the body of Captain Kirk."

"Fascinating."

Why does he KEEP saying that word!

"Could you not do that good old standby, the Vulcan Mind Meld to know what I am saying?"

"Very well, Captain."

He does the Mind Meld.

"Fascinating." he says yet again, "You seem to be Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise D in the 24th Century. Why are you here?"

"I don't know, Spock; I was hoping you could help me! Maybe Doctor McCoy might know something."

"That is illogical, Captain. The Doctor is somewhat limited in his knowledge of medical, let alone scientific matters."

"You may be right, but I'm getting a headache from all this; let's go and see him."

We go to SickBay. The nurse there, who Spock says is Christine Chapel, looks rather familiar somehow, although I can't think why she should.

She gives a sly smile to Mr Spock.

Dr McCoy comes up to me.

"Hi Jim" he laughs, "What did you think of this week's love interest?"

He then turns to Spock.

"What do you want here, you pointy eared green blooded Vulcan? Just here to annoy me?"

"No, Doctor." Spock tells him, "The Captain has a problem."

He tells the story.

"I'm a doctor, not a time machine, Spock! The Captain is going to have to hope he reverts back."

My communicator starts signalling.

"We've got an emergency on the Bridge, Captain" says Mr Chekov urgently, "We need you up here."

I'd better try and sort it out.

I wonder how Captain Kirk is getting on in the 24th Century?