COLLISION OF REALITIES
by Robert Morganbesser
Captain Kathryn Janeway sat back on the couch in her ready room and sipped at her fifth cup of coffee that morning. Closing her eyes as she smelt the aroma of the drink, which was a mix of Klingon and Vulcan beans, she could almost imagine herself back on the porch in Indiana. Her memory of more pleasant days, before a decision left her and her crew light years from home in the Delta Quadrant, was interrupted by a strange wheezing, groaning sound. Her eyes snapped open in time to see a large blue box, with a flashing light on top, appear in the middle of her ready room. Immaterial at first, the box solidified to read LONDON POLICE CALL BOX. Janeway nearly spilled her coffee as she leapt to her feet.
"What the hell is going on here?" She exclaimed, wondering if she was having a coffee fueled delusion.
The door opened and a man wearing a floppy hat and a long, multi-colored scarf appeared. His face was homely but pleasant, making Janeway think of a friendly uncle. She was about to go around her desk for a phaser when the man smiled and said, "I mean you no harm. Please take me to your leader."
Janeway put her hands on her hips and said, "I'm the leader."
The man, who struck Janeway as rather eccentric, peered out of her ready room window. "You call this area of space the Delta Quadrant do you not?"
Janeway watched as the Doctor placed a small device on her desk. "Yes, we do. What is that, may I ask?" She felt rather odd asking something on her own ship, but she had the feeling that this man was no danger to her.
"This device will put a bubble of time around, us. Effectively we have been removed from your time stream while I talk to you, as I did another Captain."
"What captain?" Janeway's eyes narrowed. "Are you a Q?"
The man looked aghast at this. "Again with the Q! No, I am not one of the continuum; those galactic troublemakers do get around, don't they? As I told Captain Picard, I am a time-lord and I'm investigating a breach in quantum boundaries that separate the realities." Reaching into a pocket, he handed Janeway a small device. "This will let you know, well in advance of your sensors, should you encounter any odd chronoton readings. If you do, please close the breach with a pulse from your communications array. The frequency setting is right there."
Janeway looked at the small device. "What if I decide to take this apart?"
The man smiled. "You'll just destroy it. It exists in an area of quantum flux. In fact, only you can see it. I forgot to tell Picard that. Once we've sealed the breaches, it will disappear. I advise you not to destroy it."
The Doctor lifted the other device. "Oh, your security officer is about to call you about a ship you'll be encountering. It's from an earth in a parallel dimension and everyone aboard is dead, but they were doomed anyway." The Doctor looked sad. "I must be off."
He entered the small box and it began to wheeze and groan again. Before the 'vehicle' could fade, Tuvoks voice came over her commbadge, "Captain to the bridge. We've discovered something odd."
Janeway came out to the bridge and stopped. There on the screen was a large squarish ship with a multi level series of domes set about it. Janeway moved down to stand behind Paris. "Increase magnification."
The image blurred a moment then showed the hull of the ship close up. A legend, worn by space travel was there: THE ARK. Janeway turned to Tuvok. "Readings?"
Tuvok looked nonplussed as usual. "From sensor scans, this vessel came … from Earth."
"What?" Chakotay, former Maquis and first officer of the Voyager exclaimed this in sync with Janeway. "Tuvok," said Chakotay. "Are there any lifesigns?"
"No," replied the Vulcan. "There is no life-support, although I am reading the presence of bio-matter."
Janeway rubbed her chin. "This is odd. Chakotay, take an away team and investigate."