Vengeance of the Chaotic Galaxy (A Star Trek Custom Story)

Chapter 1

1 day in
Crow scurried throughout the crumbling city. He kept tripping on his own feet in mad panic of the infected people surrounding him. The Anxars, the Cling-ons, even the robotic Borgs were passing on the ground, one by one. By now, the mayor was assassinated and looted by desperate members of the 'Enlightened Community Group' that Crow had brilliantly created a long time ago.

As Crow was running, he was tortured by many voices that were hissing ear-wrenching frequencies in his polluted mind,
"iT wAs AlL yOuR fAuLt..."
"...YoU aRe NoThInG hErE nOw..."
"...UsElEsS... uSeLeSs... USELESS..."
"...NO PLACE FOR YOU ANYMORE..."
"...YOUR WORK WON'T FINISH..."
"...YOUR WORTH NOTHING..."
Crow screamed out until he lost his voice from the poisonous vapors seeping into his throat,
"Stop it! This is not happening! This is just a hallucination! Get me out, get me out!"
However, this world he was randomly trapped in did not seem like a hallucination at all. Everything was in perfect place. He recognized the doughnut shop, the seafood resteraunt, the fluffy kitten pet shop...everything appeared to be the exact same type of contrast as in real life.
"But why?", Crow frantically thought as more poison was infesting his body.

He remembered his best friend, Gray (The Vice President) was in the same building as the deceased mayor. Maybe he was in the same room. Still, poor little Crow did not know the odds of finding him alive. He relentlessly climbed the rusty metal building, while his hands were being cut open from the sharp edges of the ladder. Blood squirted all over his arm but he did not care. All he ever wanted now was to see Gray one more time. To see him in his casual lepracon outfit. With the bright green shirt and the shiny top hat, Gray looked professional in Crow's eyes. The main door was jammed and he did not want to risk his life to an angry mob of his community.

He finally made to the top and squeezed through the tiny vent that was installed on the roof.
"BANG!"
A sudden sound triggered Crow's attention. He crawled towards the sound and dropped from the vent casing to find himself right in front of the Vice President's office. Not a single person was in the hallway at that time. Gray's wooden door was closed right in front of Crow. He took out his trembling hand and turned the cold golden doorknob that was unlocked.

The door opened and Crow saw him. On the ground. Not moving. Tears pilled up in Crow's eyes as he picked up the recently used shot gun from the ground. He shrieked,
"NO!!!! WHY GRAY WHY!!! THIS IS NOT REAL IT CAN NOT BE! THIS IS NOT REAL!!!!!"

Crow gasped and tumbled out of his bed. He slammed the ground with great force as he tried to dispatch what had happened to him. It took him a few moments to realize that all of it was just a cruel dream. He cried and cried from shock and despairing headaches of sadness. He felt relieved when stumbled by his window to find out that nothing bad happened.

Even though Crow felt better, this dream will certainly be one of the few that he won't ever forget. He mumbled soothing words to himself to lighten his sprits even more.

He wobbled down the stairs and half way down, he lost his consentration and fell the rest of the way,
"Bunk! Bonk! Bunk! Bonk!"
He quickly got up and decided to wander into his kitchen to cook breakfast. He had a personal cook but just wanted to cook for himself for a change. Instead of assigning more chores for her, he gave her a hotel pass and told her to relax for the week. She smiled and took the pass great fully. Little did he know that this was the last time he will ever see her.

He took out a frying pan and covered the bottom with butter so the food would not stick. As he put the eggs in the pan he thought,
"Maybe if I spread peanut butter on top of the eggs they could taste better. "
He liked his brilliant idea and followed the carefully thought out plans.

30 minutes later, the pan caught on fire and Crow had to use the extinguisher to put it out. He was displeased with his embarrassingly horrible cooking skills. Instead of attempting to cook again, he called up Gray to see if they could go out for brunch. It would be a nice meeting...the President (Crow) and the Vice President discussing important issues together.

The phone rang and Crow got a sleepily response,
" 'Yawn'...morning Crow...pretty is it not?"
"Good morning to you Gray. Yes, it is very pretty outside. Listen, can we go out for brunch? I cannot cook..."
"Hehehe...your always here to give me laugh. 'Sigh' are we going to discus controversy of the new product that everyone has gone nuts for?"
"Precisely, but not only that. Just like simple talk -about society and other things."
"Sounds like a good plan. Meet me at Bull Eye Buffalo Place at 10:00am. I'll pay for the meal. "
"Thank you. I'll see you there. "
"See you later alligator."
"After-while crocodile."
"Monkey see monkey do."
"Come here kangaroo."
"Umm...bye..."

Crow laughed at the humorous jokes on the phone. His dream was so scary that he could not help but become a little funny towards Gray.
He walked proudly up the stairs and began to dress into decent clothes. He put on some fancy black slacks and a casual tuxedo top. Then he concealed his scarred hands with the white gloves he usually wears and puts on a top hat over his head that was covered in brown choppy hair.

Crow gazed into his reflection. He noticed that his green eyes looked more natural, more comfortable than yesterday.

Crow was overjoyed to see Gray again. He had never been so excited since when he bought this planet.