Tevun-Krus #94 - 10th Anniversary Special

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's ... Smith & Jones

We all wondered where they are... well, we're about to find out. Welcome back, Smith & Jones (and Kris, of course)!

This episode offered by the amazing CarolinaC

The captain stretched a grey-clad arm towards the viewscreen. He watched the half-hundred tiny lights speed toward their destination – a large, capital ship hanging in the inky, star-spangled expanse. He smiled at the string of explosions, then frowned as a flash of light burst across the bridge.

The captain squinted as he watched the light narrow to circle. After a moment, it winked out entirely, but not before depositing a trio of people on his bridge – two men, both dressed like Charles Dickens, and a red-haired woman dressed in short denim shorts, knee-high boots, and a slightly stained white top. All three lay in a tangled heap at the captain's feet.

The conn officer and the science officer exchanged confused glances.

"What is the meaning of this?" The captain demanded.

The travellers began to untangle themselves. The dark-haired man was the first to get to his feet.

"Terribly sorry, old man!" He began, "We didn't mean to burst in on you like that. Not in the least. Name's Smith. John Wesley Smith, to be precise. And these are my associates, Jones -" the light-haired man waved a hand from his position on the floor, " - and Kris." The red-haired woman, already on her feet, seemed engrossed in admiring her fingernails.

"I see," The captain said. "And what are you doing on my bridge?"

"Ah, well, that is to say - " Smith began as Jones managed to struggle to his feet.

"We're in the wrong place," Kris interrupted.

"Surely not?" Jones asked, tugging his shirt down into place. "I thought the pills would bring us wherever the Writers wanted us to be?"

"Yeah, but I think they're running us through places we've been, first," Kris replied. "I think they want to remind us of our earliest adventures before we save the multiverse, you know, like studying for a test."

The captain looked annoyed. "So your being here is an accident, or a coincidence? I do not believe you! I think it is a plan by the rebels to destabilize the empire by boarding our flagship!"

The captain reached for the small cylinder hanging from his belt; with a loud hiss, it grew to become a sword in his hands. The conn officer and the science officer did likewise.

"Space opera?" Jones asked, looking over at Kris.

Kris nodded as she reached into her right front pocket. "Space opera."

"Security!" the captain called, "Arrest these people!"

Kris opened the little bottle she had pulled from her pocket. She shook two, translucent, blue pills into her palm. She passed one to Jones.

"Calm down, calm down!" Smith said, holding his hands out in a gesture of supplication.

Kris tossed him the bottle. "Take the pill! Now!"

The sword-wielding officers began to advance.

Smith, Jones, and Kris swallowed the pills.

~*~

For a long time, everything was dark. Then the light flashed again, and Smith, Jones, and Kris found themselves in another tangled pile.

They were no longer on the bridge of a starship. Instead, they were in a wood-panelled room, lying on  -