"Captain's Log Stardate... Computer, please, fill in the appropriate stardate... We have been sent to the distant past to correct a temporal anomaly believed to be caused by Mr. Data's morally challenged brother, Lore. We are currently in geo-synchronous orbit around the dark side of the moon. Transporter Chief Miles O’Brien has successfully transported a human male from the epicenter of the anomaly and is holding him in the transport pattern-buffer until time stabilizes"
~*~
"Hey, Miles!"
"Hi, Wesley. What do you have there?"
"It's a tracking device. I misplaced some nanites..."
"That's really interesting, Wesley. Could you excuse me for a minute?" He opens a comm-channel. "Captain, time has stabilized. Shall I proceed with the transport?"
"Make it so," Captain Picard ordered.
In the transporter room, Wesley's tracking device began to chirp, though the squawk was quickly drowned out by the song of the transporter.
"Miles!" Wesley gasped, "You just transported my nanites!"
"That's impossible, the human was never on the ship."
"But, the tracking device showed them in the transport pattern-buffer."
Miles begins pushing buttons before making his report. "Captain, the transport patter-buffer has been emptied, but I am unsure where...or perhaps, with the anomalies, when...the human has gone. Mr. Crusher believes he may have been accompanied by nanites. Perhaps they destabilized the transporter."
From the comm-channel, Captain Picard responded, "Mr. Data has just informed me that the space shuttle 'Enterprise' is expected to swing around to this side of the moon momentarily. We will have to retreat for the time being. Please continue the investigation, Mr. O’Brien. Picard Out."
~*~
Tempus looked at the device and grinned. This would be *fun*.
Click!
He felt a strange tingling sensation from head to toe and heard a musical chord. He shook his head to clear it, but a sharp jab in the ribs soon distracted him. He slapped his hand down to hold back the blood.
“A bayonet? Those ghastly clothes! What is this? Some kind of war re-enactment?”
“Oy! Somebody tell the Cap’n I got’m! And this one’s ramblin’ off about war. Any war will be too late for you, mate. The Cap’n intends to make an example of all escaped prisoners.”
“I’m no prisoner, you cretin!”
“What a load of brown-eyed mullet! No prisoner, huh? Everyone in Australia is ether a prisoner or a guard, and you ain’t no guard.”
He jabbed Tempus forward with the bayonet. “Now, you’re going to the hole.”
~*~
Elisabeth
