Trektober Prompts 1 and 2
Day 1, Uniform Swap
“Respectfully captain, this idea might not have been the best one you've ever had” Casey tugged at the high white collar of their alternative uniform, a circa 2285 red jacket.
“Agree to disagree number one, I happen to think exploring the different eras of starfleet uniforms is a fun way to appreciate starfleet’s history” Saissano, in the same era uniform as her XO, was rather enjoying it. She had always liked studying this era, those old scientists, they liked to call it.
The turbolift slid to a halt as the pair reached the bridge, revealing the command crew in a wonderfully diverse range of starfleet uniforms. At the Ops station, Chee was in a classic red tunic. To his right, Darwin had taken inspiration from the special operations ships and was in a dark blue with gold trim jumpsuit.
“Captain on the bridge” Neela at the tactical station had gone with a 2364 era skant. It may have been a little unprofessional, but Sai did let ehr eyes linger on her wifes’ thigh a little longer.
“It’s just that, what if something happens?” Casey continued, relieving the ensign (in a 2371 era jumpsuit).
“Like what?” Saissano took her seat, taking a sip of her drink.
“Well, what if someone didn’t get the memo?”
As if on cue, Commander Sarah Vas’Trixia, ship's science officer, arrived on the bridge. “Captain, I wanted to discuss some proposals for…” she trailed off, looking over the bridge. “Oh no, it happened again. Everyone’s stuck in different times!”
Day 2, Time Travel.
Fire was the last thing Dimitri remembered. His small capsule, in some cases almost as thin as a few layers of paper, all that protected him from the harsh vacuum of space. Enveloped in flames, almost blue in their harshness.
Terror.
A natural reaction, he supposed, at being placed on the tip of thousands of liters of high explosive liquid and fired into space.
Still, despite all those, there was an almost calmness that enveloped the young cosmonaut. He did it. He was in space.
"Moscow, this is Vostok. Do you copy?"
Nothing. Unsurprising, really. The flames must have disabled his radio.
Something was off, though. He should be able to see the earth. Or the moon. Or the sun. Something. But nothing was visible.
That wasn't good.
…
6 hours. That was how much air he had. More then enough for a couple orbits and descent. But now, stranded who knows where, Dimitri was thinking it was more of a curse than a blessing. He was starting to feel faint, the CO2 was rising. Soon he would be unconscious.
Not the worst way to die, he supposed. It would be peaceful, mostly. Not like he had any family back home.
Hmm. That was odd. He must be hallucinating now. Outside the small window, he saw a flying saucer.
…
"Near as I can tell captain, he's in perfect shape, apart from some minor injuries". Kohl-To checked the readings again on his PADD. "He's still sedated"
"So, Sarah". Saissano turned to her science officer. "Any idea how a 1950s cosmonaut ended up here? Alive?". She amended. The senior staff was in the ships main conference room, figuring out what to do with their visitor.
"We have a few actually". Sarah, and her omnipresent assistant Kharra got up. While Kharra keyed in a few commands the Andorian spoke. "As you know, wormholes aren't always temporally stable. You go in one side, and come out earlier than you left, or much later, as the case may be. Stable wormholes, like the Bajoran one are extremely rare, but it's not unheard of for micro wormholes to generate and dissipate in minutes."
Kharra cut in, "Our best guess is that our friend in sickbay fell into a micro wormhole during his flight. Based on the clothing he was wearing, and the amount of oxygen in the capsule, we think that the time dilation was about an hour per century."
"So we don't have to worry about the temporal prime directive?" Casey, the ships XO asked
Sarah shook her head. "Not at all. This is more akin to finding an old sleeper ship".
Saissano sighed, releasing stress she didn't know she was holding. "I guess we should see about waking him up."
"Captain , if I may?" Dr Cala, the councilor, spoke up. "From everything we can tell, he is from the 1950s of earth. It might be good to have someone human be the first face he sees. It might help ease him into what's happened more smoothly"
Saissano nodded "Agreed…Casey could you .." she started to say.
"Actually captain, I would suggest Agent Olena Ivanovna" Casey interjected, referring to the ships SCIS agent. "she's from the same region as our guest, and can speak to him without the UT. It might help"
Dr. Cala nodded. "A good point commander" "Okay, change of plans, we'll go with Olena" Saissano tapped her combadge "Agent Ivanovna, could you please meet me in sickbay?"
…
"Hey, You're finally awake." Olena spoke slowly and calmly. This was certainly not something she had seen herself doing when she joined the SCIS.
"Easy, don't try to sit up yet, you're still shaking off the sedatives."
"Where…where am I?" The confused cosmonaut asked, looking around.
"It's okay, you're safe. Your in the sickbay" Olena was being deliberately vauge. As had been explained to her, she needed to slowly ease him into the truth. "Can you tell me your name?" She asked
"Dimitri." He weakly responded. "Dimitri Arkhipov. Major Dimitri Arkhipov" he amended. "Is this a Soviet ship?" He asked.
Olena shook her head. "Not exactly, no"
"American?" He asked, tensing up
"Not American, no" She responded, a wry grin on her face.
"Major, what is the last thing you remember? Before you woke up, I mean." She began the process of trying to ease him into what was happening.
"I was…I was in space" He smiled. "I made it. Then, there was fire, but blue. And then I…". He trailed off. "I didn't see earth. Or the moon."
His heart rate started to increase, the monitors beeping faster.
"Where am I?" He demanded again.
Desperately, Olena looked to the side of the room, where Captain M'Zahl and Doctors Kohl-To and Cala were standing. They nodded, giving permission
"This is going to be a lot to take in major". Olena began. " It's been some time since you launched"
"How much time" He asked. "Months, years?"
Time to rip the bandage off. "On the earth calendar, today is July 7, 2385"
"Bullshit!". Was Dimitri's immediate response. He moved to sit up. "You expect me to believe that! This is clearly some sort of western…" he trailed off, taking in the whole of sickbay.
By the door was a tall bird…person? Next to a man sized cat, both in uniforms of some kind. He looked I the other side, another patient the endt bed ovr, this one human, at least.
"What…I…where am I?" He asked again, eyes wide.
Saissano gave a friendly smile. "You're on the Federation starship Vermont, Major, welcome to the 24th century".
