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Reflected and Refracted
Onboard the new USS Enterprise...
There could be little denying the sheer mess of temporal energies that had been involved in this attempt to return four people to their native universe; there was quite a bit of chroniton radiation floating around, though of course, no one would know what it was for another century or so. That wasn't counting the rest of the more humdrum radiation, twisted spots in subspace, or anything else.
The last thing he remembered was hanging around the Hyde Street Pier; it was the two week break between his Basic Training Graduation and the start of Starfleet Academy's Command School. That's not to say that was the last thing that happened to the man these memories belonged to, mind; that man actually went on to become a rather famous engineer of a very famous ship. And as the years wore on, he found all of the things he was still grasping for at this particular moment. He found a home, and a family, and a life.
Though this one might not ever know it, he was not the original Montgomery Scott, only just recently nicknamed Scotty by his squad-mates in Basic. He was little more than a tangible, universally-created slight of hand. He was the result of a reflected and refracted transporter beam through a radiation that had yet to be discovered in this century, with some subspace twists and curves thrown in for good result.
He probably would not have lived to realize this, though. Because the refraction of the beam that created him couldn't make it to where it was supposed to go, he probably should have been condemned to non-existence before existence.
Except an Enterprise did, indeed, catch his signal. And given that it had safeties in its system designed to keep people from non-existence, it picked up this universal-slight-of-hand and brought him onboard.
He, of course, didn't have a chance to actually realize anything. Not that he was dressed in a red uniform that was likewise a reflection, and didn't fit quite so well on his more lean frame, not that he was not, indeed, anything more than a dirty trick by an unforgiving universe, not even that he had landed on a starship. His brain got a bit scrambled, just like the it had the man he had been reflected off of, into the invisible clouds that would deprive him of the future he had been on track to have and into something new.
He materialized on the platform in Transporter Room 3, mere moments after his much older twin had dissolved, and didn't even get a chance to take in the surroundings before he was laying on the platform out cold.
Breathing, and alive, but not knowing that it was for the first time.
Reflected and Refracted
Onboard the new USS Enterprise...
There could be little denying the sheer mess of temporal energies that had been involved in this attempt to return four people to their native universe; there was quite a bit of chroniton radiation floating around, though of course, no one would know what it was for another century or so. That wasn't counting the rest of the more humdrum radiation, twisted spots in subspace, or anything else.
The last thing he remembered was hanging around the Hyde Street Pier; it was the two week break between his Basic Training Graduation and the start of Starfleet Academy's Command School. That's not to say that was the last thing that happened to the man these memories belonged to, mind; that man actually went on to become a rather famous engineer of a very famous ship. And as the years wore on, he found all of the things he was still grasping for at this particular moment. He found a home, and a family, and a life.
Though this one might not ever know it, he was not the original Montgomery Scott, only just recently nicknamed Scotty by his squad-mates in Basic. He was little more than a tangible, universally-created slight of hand. He was the result of a reflected and refracted transporter beam through a radiation that had yet to be discovered in this century, with some subspace twists and curves thrown in for good result.
He probably would not have lived to realize this, though. Because the refraction of the beam that created him couldn't make it to where it was supposed to go, he probably should have been condemned to non-existence before existence.
Except an Enterprise did, indeed, catch his signal. And given that it had safeties in its system designed to keep people from non-existence, it picked up this universal-slight-of-hand and brought him onboard.
He, of course, didn't have a chance to actually realize anything. Not that he was dressed in a red uniform that was likewise a reflection, and didn't fit quite so well on his more lean frame, not that he was not, indeed, anything more than a dirty trick by an unforgiving universe, not even that he had landed on a starship. His brain got a bit scrambled, just like the it had the man he had been reflected off of, into the invisible clouds that would deprive him of the future he had been on track to have and into something new.
He materialized on the platform in Transporter Room 3, mere moments after his much older twin had dissolved, and didn't even get a chance to take in the surroundings before he was laying on the platform out cold.
Breathing, and alive, but not knowing that it was for the first time.