Being Mr Right
"I told you so!" I shouted, lunging forward.
I found myself on a bed where beside it is the wheelchair. I manage to wing it to the wheelchair and wheel toward the door. The doors refused to open. I frowned wheeling to the wall across from it where a machine lowered down to my level is placed. I hadn't used that kind of machine in years.
I pressed the red button.
"Kirk," I said. "Return me this instant."
"I am sorry, Professor Quarty," Kirk said. "I have direct orders to take you to Star Fleet along this current mission I have. It will take a week off our main mission..."
"They turned you around six months into your five year mission," I said. "They are going to make you ditch me on Vulcan then resume course to where-ever you are heading."
"Not true," Kirk said.
"I know Star Fleet," I said. "More than you do. I failed their tests to be a god. Now they really want me. Quarty out."
In six months on Colo I earned my Professor's degree and became a professor in Science and Time Travel. I knew a good deal about these two so it became obvious that someone like me would be needed. This came after two days being lazy on the planet. I feel like I could do more than that. But the tests were so close by to me. Think of Science, now think of Science Experiments gone wrong. It is a reason why I have little scars around my face. I have a prosthetic right arm due to a badly gone wrong experiment made by one of my students.
Each and every time I nearly was fatally injured.
I wonder how men live past their twenties on this planet!
I took out a machine from the back of my wheel chair that is carefully wrapped in purple linen cloth. I tuck it beside my thigh then press the button on the machine again.
"Scotty," I said. "Where are you?"
"Engineering, why?" Scotty asked.
"I want you to do something for me," I said. "I have been meaning to send this out..."
"Sure," Scotty said. "Long as it is for scientific purposes."
"I am in the quarters I was rather forcibly assigned," I said.
"Ay, that one," Scotty said. "I will be there."
"Thank you," I said. "Quarty out."
I take my finger off the box.
Damn, did I hate being the Mr right.
"Ello, Father," I heard Trelane.
I wheeled toward the young man standing before me.
"Aww," Trelane whined. "Your hair is turning gray."
"Trelane," I said. "Humans age."
"But you are aging faster," Trelane whines.
"Because I am very old," I said. "And I am not that old, yet. I am aging slowly as humans now."
Trelane frowned, not approving of the goatee.
"But that goatee makes you older," Trelane complained.
"Trelane," I said. "Go now before I grab you by the throat and crush your wind-pipe."
Trelane laughed at me.
"You wish," Trelane said. "I am a Q. Q cannot be killed."
"Tell me," I said. "Did you make the Colonian colony?"
"No," Trelane said.
"Anything for that matter?" I asked.
"No," Trelane said.
"You expect me to believe a planet with the knack for backfiring technology was made without the Q?" I asked.
"Yes," Trelane said.
I miss being a Q, I really do.
"I can't seem to believe you," I said.
"A colony of humans like you," Trelane said. "I can believe the disbelief from you."
Trelane vanished in a streak of light.
"Come in," I said.
Scotty came in.
"What do you need?" Scotty asked.
I handed Scotty the wrapped material.
"Put it into a torpedo and beam it out," I said. "With this machine part embedded into the panel."
I waved the square device back and forth.
"For what?" Scotty asked. "I really am finding your request a little odd."
"It is for my friends in the prime timeline," I said. "I have to send them back."
"Wait, are you saying they are in this timeline?" Scotty asked.
"No," I said. "They are stuck somewhere in-between timelines in about 15 minutes if they don't get this. Scotty, the lives of one thousand people is in your hands."
"A thousand?" Scotty repeated. "A thousand!"
"Yes," I said.
"We have 350 people; we don't need a thousand to man a ship," Scotty said.
"That is civilian life added in," I said. "You may get attacked by a blue fog called the Calamarain." I handed the device pleading to Scotty. "You have to do this for me. It will send itself into my original timeline."
"...The what?" Scotty asked.
"I might die," I said. "And so will everyone if I don't leave, I only know of the Calamarain coming after me because two months ago the Calamarian attacked me then. The Colonian colony has superior force fields against them."
"So you fear they will get through these shields," Scotty said.
"Yes," I said.
"And you are going to ask for a shuttle, aren't you?" Scotty said.
"To ensure the survival of the future, I will," I said. "I will not live that long to become an old man."
"You gave me a choice," Scotty said. "I want to make sure those people live."
Scotty left my quarters.
Inside the machine is a message to getting the Enterprise back to its quadrant by slicing in half the journey from however long it may be to slicing it in half greatly putting the journey to 90% complete. Enough time for them to go on their silly dilly mission on discovering new worlds and making history.
I looked out the window out into space.
"I hope your life is better than mine," I said.
I learned my humanity side a long time ago. The explosion that made scars on my face was going to be a deadly kind of one if I hadn't gone in and tore it out the student's hands then put the wheelchair on automatic brain pilot operated purely by brainwaves. It is why I have a prosthetic right arm. The machine went off outside Colonian First Academy.
I missed my Enterprise.
"Tsk,tsk,tsk," Came Trelane's voice. "You don't have the Calamarain to worry about. I will rewind time just so you can leave out the Calamarain."
So that is what happened. Time was rewinded and this time I left out the Calamarain. Scotty left my quarters once again. I turned away from the door toward the star. I had to wonder if the Enterprise D is following my instructions to the tea. Perhaps they are. Perhaps they are getting over the initial shock of seeing me so different than the last time they saw. The last time they will ever see me.
"You know how boring it is to stare at open space, father?" Trelane's voice came to.
I turned around toward Trelane.
"It is actually comforting," I said.
"As if," Trelane said, with his arms folded.
"Now what about that game?" I asked.
"My game is rather simple," Trelane said. "To prove you care about specific humans more than you say."
"Specific humans..." I said. My eyes widened. "Not Picard."
"Well, you have one hundred years to plan ahead on this game of ours," Trelane said. "The first part of the game will begin shortly..." Trelane sat down into a pink couch. "It is time the old Q learn some new tricks." He made a apple appear in his hand. "The Q don't need innocent lessons to get a point across..." The apple turned into a dagger. "They need the strictest of all games."
Trelane vanished in a flash.
I hate being Mr Right at this time.