Star Trek Vs Star Wars: Project Chimaera

Chapter 3: Wake Up Call

Chapter 3: Wake Up Call

Commander Aldrin woke up to the sound of the station's comm network beeping to indicate the arrival of an audio message. Wearily and somewhat painfully, she got up from her splayed position on the bed, holding her head as she felt a sharp pain.

It's probably because of last night's Romulan Ale she told herself as she played the message. The standard female monotone began reading out a list of orders for her.

"Commander Miral Aldrin, formerly 1st officer of the USS Arizona, please report to Captain Odren Leres of the USS Sovereign at earliest convenience. Receive further instructions upon arrival."

So they want me to go to the Sovereign. She thought as she began to wake up. S### I'm going to have to deal with Odren somehow. She peered out the window to check on if the Sovereign was there yet, and was suddenly behold to yet another Sovereign class starship, this time docked to one of the Station's lower pylons. The words 'U.S.S. Sovereign' and the registry 'NCC-73811' left little doubt that the ship was waiting for her to come over.

Without a moment to lose, she sprinted to the replicator and stated "coffee, cappuccino." and began to piece together her uniform as the black murky liquid materialised into a replicated mug. Fitting on her combadge, she swiped away at the mug, drinking the entire thing in one go, before putting the mug back in the replicator and recycling it. With a new sense of energy, she bolted out the door to her new destiny.

As she arrived on the bridge of the Sovereign, she noticed something slightly off about the bridge; hardly anyone was there. Sure there were technicians fixing up the interior for it's new mission, but there were no officers at their stations assisting the efforts. While peculiar in her mind, she turned and headed towards Captain Leres' office, before pressing the doorbell button next to the doors.

"Enter." A voice made out through the doors as the two metal sliding doors hissed away from Aldrin to reveal his office. Inside, not only was Captain Leres there, but also Ensign Organa, R2-D2, Captain Han Solo and Luke Skywalker as well.

"Ahh, Commander Aldrin." Began Leres as he extended his hand as a sign of friendship. "We were just talking about you. Please take a seat."

The trill male gestured towards the empty visitors chair in front of his desk as the others made room for Aldrin to pass through. Aldrin silently nodded, taking a seat in the chair as she looked at him in confusion.

"The rest of you can go now." He stated. "This conversation may get a bit personal." the remaining people in the room filtered out, leaving Aldrin and Leres in peace.

"So, where to start?" Sarcastically asked Aldrin.

"I believe an apology would suffice in between us." replied Leres. "For leaving you behind once we graduated from the Academy."

"Without even the slightest hint you were going on a completely different assignment to me? You lied to me, you cheating bastard! All that time I thought you had been reassigned at the last minute, but in actuality you had requested reassignment so you could sleep with that Betazoid b####!"

"Let's put that in the past right now okay?" Demanded Leres in an authoritative tone. "In case you haven't noticed, we're at war with an enemy who's faster, bigger and deadlier than anything we've faced in the past, which means we need to put aside our personal differences and work together. Is that understood?"

"Whatever." Aldrin begrudgingly accepted as she leaned back in her seat. "What do you need me for?"

"I understand you've been stuck on Deep Space 9 for the past 6 months." Began Leres. "From what I can gather, you were just dumped there and left behind in the war effort, if i'm not mistaken."