A sad day is upon us...

Rocket, we would have contacted you but we had the slight problem of no communications! And Ojanon, Commander Milkshake, who apparently has Q powers now, was not able to break the link between Terror and Adon. Unless you have some omnipotence that you never told us about, I seriously doubt you could have done anything.

He points at Lt. Commander Tacoman.
And who's the **** that? He pauses, realizing that the no profanity hammer has not come down upon him. Did you guys bring an alternate Tacoman? I guess that would explain why he thinks the O'kaks got me. What did you do?

(During the commotion, Observer quietly crosses the bridge, drops to his knees, and picks up the discarded head of the deceased Sith Lord. He sits back on his heels and just looks at the lifeless head, occasionally turning it this way or that. Finally, he speaks with a voice filled with regret.)

You poor creature. You didn't know what you were doing when you gained the power, and it led you to this. I cannot forgive you for what you did or what you became, but I have pity for the honest, kind being you once were.

(Then Observer reverently places the head back on the deck, and begins to cover the bodies of Adon and Tacoman with long cloths produced from one of his pockets.)

Tacoman looks over at Commander Milkshake
So what's the universe like over here?

Hey, Artsy? What was it like? Your date, I mean. I suppose you could say I've never been on an actual date before.

Usually not too bad. Tacoman, Rikard, you get some crewmen and form a team. Get back to Engineering and shore up whatever you can. Rocket, go try to round up our drifting fighters and shuttles before we get underway. Observer, Artsy, Enesku, help Holodoc tend to the wounded. Insane, Ojanon, get to the computer core and help Colanator with internal repairs. Let's get out of here as soon as we can. Anyone I missed, help me take the Captain and Adon to Temporal Storage.

Butrfli: What do you need me to do? I can help with the wounded too if you need me to...
Tacoman: Aye, sir. Come on Josh, let's see what needs to be done.

Please do, Butrfli.

Artsy has stood frozen for a long moment, trying to take in the damage, the carnage, the bodies of her two comrades. Enesku's question goes right over her head. When Milkshake gives out orders to the crew Artsy turns to find the Holodoc and suddenly flinches, grabbing onto Observer.

He steadies her. "What is it?"

Artsy takes a deep breath, eyes closed, hand pressed to her forehead in an attempt to control the shock of the telepathic sending. "Quito."

"Is she all right?"

After a moment, Artsy nods and manages to straighten up. "I think so. Someone is with her, and she knows I'm here now, but she felt everything that happened." Trying to shake off the dizziness of her transition from joy to this double bereavement, Artsy walks over to the Holodoc. "Where do you need me?

Tacoman touches a control on his glove and his armor slides into place. He then follows Rikard out of the room and on the search for others. Butrfli watches him go with slight tears in her eyes, shakes herself, and also goes over to the Doctor.
And where do you need me?

The Doctor holds up his hand, and he and Furby help the wounded Kiehart to his feet. He tries to take a step but yelps in pain. "It's as I feared Mr. Kiehart. In addition to your blood loss which will leave you disoriented for quite soem time, but I'm goign to have to perform MASSIVE reconstructive surgery on your knees. You won't be able to wlak for two weeks. And while the bacta tank, some piankillers, and closing the wound will help your right arm, you won't have full range of motion for at least a month." "Oh that's just ••••••• perfect." Kiehart groans. He looks down and through his blurred vision he can see his gun on the floor. "Hey, Captain Milkshake, you cna have my gun till I get back. Just leave the alien clip on it's current seting, explosive rounds. I cna teach you how to work it later. I'm going to sickbay."

Milkshake scoops up the gun, deftly ejects the clip and puts both clip and gun in his pocket. He watches silently as the able-bodied crew either set off on their assignments, help the Doctor carry the wounded to sickbay, or remove the bodies of the Captain and Adon. Finally, everyone has left, and Milkshake stares at the ruined and bloody remains of the Emergency Bridge. He steps out of the room, closes it, and manipulates some controls on a panel next to the door.

He waits in the corridor outside the bridge, unshed tears in his eyes, as the ship processes his commands, closes the airlocks, and finally ejects the Emergency Bridge down the long shaft through the Engineering Section, into space.

(Although Colanator and Ojanon are on their way to the computer core, PD Insane stays behind, scuffing his shoes on the deck plate. He turns to Captain Milkshake, and gulps as he speaks)

We should have a service for the Captain and for Adon... maybe work out the new crew assignments at the same time.

That's a good idea, Lieutenant. Right now let's get up to the bridge. We managed to stop the runabout engines before they melted the place, and with main power restored the emergency structural forcefields will be up. Let's seal the breach and straighten things before we get underway.

Meanwhile, Tacoman and Rikard have found a few red, yellow, and blueshirts and are now in Engineering.
Tacoman: Ok.. what do we have to do?
meanwhile, in Sickbay, Butrfli is scanning an injured blueshirt. Once again, she begins softly crying.

Here, help me by running medical scans.

Holodoc hands Tacoman a medical tricorder

Just detach the scanning unit, hit "Standard Scan" and wave this over the patient.

Then Holodoc notices the crying Butrfli

Dear, I understand perfectly what you're going through, but it wouldn't help to let some of these people die. There will be time for grieving later. Now, this may be a terribly callous and insensitive thing to do, but...

Holodoc fills a hypospray with an anti-depressant and an agent that supresses extreme emotions. He then injects Butrfli and pats her on the shoulder.

Now, please help me with Kiehart here, he's very weak and we need to stabilize him.

Author's note: (Tacoman was in Engineering with Rikard.)

Butrfli: Yes Doctor.
She goes over to Kiehart and waits for instructions.

Well then I handed the tricorder to Observer. I can't tell all you superheroes apart.

Donna has just finished the Cheerleading competion, when 25 girls named Amber, got in a fight with 30 girls named Mary Kate. Donna Teleported to walking behind Insane. She askes Insane "Um, I wasn't paying attention, who died? Oh, um and sorry I wasted the Dragon Balls on a really good back massage. Oh, and I think a few of my friends from College are heading this way."

I can't remember. Did the Department of Superheroics get their pants in a knot about the destruction of the Spidermobile II?

Why? It was made by Q (See LICC X).

(Author's note: Why would Ojanon go to Engineering with Colanator? Ojanon's not a tech guy!)

No communications isn't an excuse, Rikard, unless the personal comms were disabled as well.

He turns toward Commander Milkshake, who is about to leave for the bridge.

If we need any medical help, supplies, or repair help, The Wytch Queen should be here in about three minutes. I'm sure Captain Biggens would be more than willing to provide some assistance.

He activates the communicator in his helmet.

Wayne, take the ThunderCrane and have it dock on The Wytch Queen. Kent, as soon as you have time, please ask Colanator if he could use my help with anything.

Tacoman and Rikard are inspecting and repairing any cracks and minor hull breaches that they encounter in Engineering when a redshirt begins to repair a console. Tacoman notices that the console is about to explode, and just as he lets out a warning, it does, killing the redshirt.
he should have been more careful around that...didn't he hear the cracking and popping that the console was making?

(Insane turns round towards Donna, looking exasperated but not the least bit surprised)

It was the Captain, Donna. And Adon. I know you like to get killed a lot, but for some people it isn't just a walking party. Now excuse me, I have work to do.

(He walks on ahead at a much quicker place, but Donna walks along behind)

*sigh* If you want to make yourself useful, you can see to the wounded. We have plenty of them. Or better yet, tell your college friends we don't want more visitors, female, attractive, Saiyen or otherwise. Do I make myself clear?

(Donna nods)

Good. Maybe I'll see you later.

(He follows the rest of his group)

Milkshake and Insane finish sealing the hull breaches and restore life support to the bridge.

There. Insane, power up Communications.

"Aye sir."

Spidermobile to Wytch Queen. We would be grateful for assistance.

Insane hands Milkshake a PADD, which the captain glances at

We could use some conduit sealers, some repair tools, and especially some food. Our replicators have been dead for a couple days now.

Captain Luther Biggens appears on the viewscreen. He is an African-American male in his late 30's-early 40's with a military regulation style haircut and a goatee. He is wearing a black and green uniform with silver trim.

Wayne filled me in on what's happened. He'll beam over to your ship as soon as he can.

He pauses, and looks to his right.

Mr. Oliver, see that Commander Milkshake's...or would that now be CAPTAIN Milkshake?....request is filled immediately.

Captain Biggens looks back at the screen. As soon as he does, a female officer hands him a PADD and he reads it.

Do you need any medical assistance? Or is your EMH able to handle everything?

Our EMH has just sent a report, the medical situation is under control. Thank you very much for your assistance, Captain Biggens.

Actually Rocket, the personal communications don't have the range to reach you when you're as far away from the ship as you were. Rikard out.

He notices the redshirt die as the console explodes.

Tacoman: He should have been more careful around that...didn't he hear the cracking and popping that the console was making?
Rikard: Happens all the time. Never wear red shirt. Redshirts die a lot around here. It's kind of weird but we actually grow them out of a jar that we buy from a company called ACME.

Rikard turns his attention to a nearby screen.

I've released some nanites. They should be repairing areas throughout the ship. I was also able to get a few more repair bots working. The Wytch Queen should be a huge help but we'll still need to get to a starbase to completely repair the ship.

Artsy does her best to focus on the instructions the Holodoc is giving out, and on keeping the many patients in Sickbay calm while she gives them basic first aid. The activity lets her shut out her conflicting emotions for the time being, and she studiously ignores Butrfli, letting Holodoc calm her.

A female yellowshirt with terrible burns starts to stir. Artsy holds her down gently. "Enesku, get some painkiller over here, please!"

The scantily-clad girl slaps a hypospray into Artsy's hand, and Artsy hushes the yellowshirt till the painkiller starts to take effect. Then she notices that Enesku is still hovering over her shoulder. "What?"

Tacoman: Not wear a red shirt? Don't worry, I'll try not to.
Where I came from, we had redshirts... They always seemed to get into situations that brought them to the brink of diasaster, but somehow they survived...
Tacoman looks around Engineering, taking everything in.
So how fast can this ship go?
Meanwhile, in sickbay, Butrfli has recovered a bit and is working on a blueshirt.
Broken arm...broken ribs...minor internal bleeding...heavy burns...
Doctor, do you want me to take my staff to some of these patients? It can't fully heal them, but it will make their injuries less severe.

Good idea, Butrfli. Thank you.

Lt.JG Lopez enters and greets Rocket Ranger. "Hello Ranger. Any word on the fighters and shuttles? They shouldn't be too far away the way they were floating."

Butrfli looks around sickbay and notes all the injured.
Who should I start with first?

"Remind me to turn him into a toad someday. And not one of the cool toads either. Something like one of those really small underwater frogs", Donna thought to herself. "And if I would make friends with a Saiyen. Train with them, sure, hire them, sure. But make friends with a Monkey? I sooner clear the ears of a Hylia. Just for his mean attidude, I will not ressurect the Captian or Adon. *Donna* But, I suppose as a blood relative of Adon, it is my duty to take his sword back to his home world. I suppose I could taunt him in the Afterlife. As for that suggestgestion to aid the wounded *Donna* Eh, we can always make more, isn't that was the clone machine is for? *Donna* I mean, like why didn't they take their one up pills. *Lieutendent Burger* You know that's the problem with having magic powers such as mine, you can't use them as long as it would solve the"

*You have been standing there thinking for the past two hours*

Donna looks and sees a rather annoyed group of crewmen. Apparently the turbolift didn't work with her standing in it.

Before Milkshake appears a man in a white toga. He speaks, "Inferior beings, be not afraid. I am Elron, a superior being from a superior race. In fact, our race is so superior to yours, any infomation at all about it would be beyond your ability to understand it, since our descriptions involve using parts of your brain you don't have. Since we are superior, we wear these robes men on your planet no longer wear, to show you we are unable to tell the difference between you and your distant ancestors. Milkshake is like us. He is as a highter primate to us, like a Old World Monkey, would be to you humans. However, you inferior humans are like, a marsupial to us. A possum, as you primative Earthers would call it with your primative dialects, which is like birds chirping to us. I would tell you more, but your primative minds would be unable to even dream of what I have told you, and I don't like spending too much time around inferior vermin. "

Does a Bender and produces his big spellbook.

Maybe a few healing spells would be extremely useful now?

Starts to mumble.

Thankfully I'm multitasking-capable and therefore don't need sleep to refresh my magic points.

Continues to work on the patients.

Holodoc, I think I should take you with me during our next vacation. I'm sure you'd like to learn some healing spells too.

Back in engineering alt-Fury, the Tubbies and a few selected Pokemons are working in the midst of the destroyed warp drive.

Ok Spitty, drool on the plasma conduit over there. Yes... And now, all together...carefully...yep, that fits. Dipsy, place to forcefield emitters around the core. Tinky-Winky, is the treadmill ready? Good!

Hey Rikard! We have now something like a very fragile warp drive. Because many components were destroyed beyond repair I had to improvise. I'd rather call it plumbing than high-level engineering. The warpcore is burned out so we placed special forcefields around a dilithium lump glued together by Pokemon spit. These emitters are powered by the treadmill over there. The Pokemon are already running and Warp 1 should be possible if the structural integrity field holds the ship together. Ugh.

I've got the rest of them, Furby.
Butrfli stands in the middle of the room, holding her staff upright. She begins chanting, and the end of the staff begins glowing. With a last word, the end is enveloped in a blinding light which envelopes the room. When the light subsides, the injuries of the patients are less severe.
I think that might help, Doctor.
Meanwhile in Engineering, Tacoman is watching the work of Alt-Furby and his crew.
I am impressed. On my Spidership, we also have a Furby aboard. He's the chief engineer, and has a team of other Furbies, Pokemon, and Care Bears.
And you should hear the Furbies sing! The most beautiful music I've think I've ever heard.
You've really done a good job, under the circumstances.

Thanks. Well, I can sing too. But I don't think it's appropriate to prove it in the current situation. We don't need the crew here screaming in pain on the floor, har har har.

Wow, you really do come from an alternate Universe. Surviving redshirts and Furbies with good voices. Hear, a Furby voice can sometimes be fatal.
He looks up at alt-Furby.

Good job Furby. That should help temporarily.

He turns back to Tacoman.

How fast can the ship go? Well, she has a maximum warp of 9.99. She's also equipped with a transwarp drive. In sublight, she's one of he fastest and most manueverable battleships out there. Then we've got plenty of other propulsion too. There's the Improbability Drive, but that's very unpredictable, and of course the Bad News Drive that runs on bad news. Situations like the one we're in right now provide plenty of fuel. We also have a dimensional drive that allows us to cross dimensions. If we could find your universe, we could undoubtedly pay a visit there too. By the way, what's it like there? Is is okay? I mean, the O'kakians haven't conquered Earth and the rest of the galaxy have they? You kept mentioning them.

Maximum Warp Factor: 9.99121.

Fine. Then don't.

Milkshake slaps his hand down on the Ops console, and Elron is beamed away.

Huh. Transporter works. One less thing to work on. I HATE beings like him.

Rocket Ranger removes his helmet, sets it down on a damaged console, then turns toward Lopez.

The shuttles and fighters are, for the most part, okay. Wayne rounded them up with the SnowCrane, and The Wytch Queen pulled them into some docking bays with tractor beams.

None of the shuttles were damaged, but unfortunately two of the fighters are going to need some serious repairs. One of them sustained a fair amount of damage to the cockpit, and the other will probably need its engines replaced and a lot of work on its right wing.

He looks around for a second.

Captain Biggens has his people working on the fighter with the damaged cockpit, but the other one is beyond their capabilities. They don't have the parts to fix it.

He picks his helmet up.

Any word on if the holodecks or my lab are intact?

Tacoman looks over to Josh and smiles
Well, I'll tell you this, it's been quite a long struggle. It's a long story, but I'll give you the
Jeff's Notes version of it.
The Earth Alliance was first aware of the existance of the O'kaks when they conqured and occupied several Earth colony systems. The Space Army went to fight them off, but only one small shuttle returned to tell the tale.
The LICC of my universe, the Legendary Interspecies Cosmic Champs have been fighting the O'kaks all throughout the known galaxy.
When they discovered the existance of Earth, they headed right for it. They took New Pacifica, the world capital, and a couple of minor cities. The battle you plucked me from was going to be the decisive battle for Earth. In fact, the ship I was about to ram into was one of the main battle cruisers.
If you like, I can give your commander a brief report on my life and times. I'm something of an historian, you know.

"Your inferior transporter can only transport 3 of my many planes of existance. But having explained your destiny as a superior life form. You may still live with vermin." Elron then teleports away.

(Artsy turns around and sees Enesku is grinning inanely)

So, ah... did you kiss him? How much? (hastily) Of course, I've kissed dozens of guys... hundreds.

Thank you Colanator.

Turns back to Tacoman.

Geez, sounds tough. Well, cosidering you were about to die there, I hope you don't have too much trouble here in this Universe. I'm sure the crew would be interested in learning about you. But anyway, welcome to the League of Intergalactic Cosmic Champions. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine.

Thanks, Mr. Rikard, or should I call you Josh?
Shaking Rikard's hand
I'm sure this will be a much more peaceful place to live.

I wouldn't be sure about this.

Milkshake to Engineering, status report. I'd like to get underway as soon as possible.

Please, Cap-, um Commander. Josh is fine. I mean, Tacoman always-

Milkshake: Milkshake to Engineering, status report. I'd like to get underway as soon as possible.

We have limited warp drive restored sir. It should be able to the nearest starbase. With a bases resources, we should only need to spend a couple of days getting repairs. It would give the crew a few days to recover and give time make plans for what we're going to do in the next few days or weeks.

Good work, Josh. Well, as the situation demands, you're now Number One. Report to the bridge as soon as we get underway. I'm resuming our original course for the Kesprit Repair Yards. Lt. Commander Tacoman, if you could fill in as Chief Engineer for the present, it would be much appreciated. Milkshake out.

(Horns Honking)

Randal: It’s times like this it occurs to me that we were lied to by “The Jetsons”.

Dante: What are you talking about?

Randal: According to that show we were suppose to be tooling around in flying cars by now. You see any flying cars around lately? That’s the problem with TV, it always lies to us.

Dante: Yeah, well most of us rational thinkers weren’t banking on a cartoon to offer us a viable glimpse into the future of technological
development.

Randal: You don’t think anyone anywheres is working on the flying car.

Dante: I could care less.

Randal: I got to believe that there is somebody else out there is thinking about the flying car besides me. Someone who is not afraid to throw their hats over the wall for the good of mankind.

Dante: What’s that suppose to mean?

Randal: Throw their hats over the wall. It means committing to doing something. If more people threw there hats over the wall, we wouldn’t
be sitting here in this mess right now. We would be zooming over it in the flying car.

Dante: I see you have given this a lot of thought.

Randal: Kennedy, all right JFK himself. When he was in office, he stood before the world and promised them a man on the moon within 10 years. Thing is nobody started working on a space program at that point. JFK had no data to back up his claims, no inside into the practicality of space travel. But you know what he had?

Dante: Marilyn Monroe.

Randal: The man had sac. The man had the sac to stand before the world and say “Yo, yo get this we’re going to the moon.” Imagine, if you and I were the kind of guys that had the sac to stand before the world and say “Get this we’ll all be in the flying car by the end of the year.

Dante: Do you know you have a one track mind?

Randal: Hey, what would you be willing to trade for the flying car?

Dante: What do you mean?

Randal: Say some German scientist comes up to you and he says “I have invented the flying car. I’ll give it to you on one condition.”

Dante: Well, what’s the condition?

Randal: He’s not going to tell you.

Dante: Then it’s no deal.

Randal: The guy is offering you the flying car.

Dante: Yeah, but there is obviously a catch.

Randal: Who cares what the catch is, it’s the flying car. You’ll have the only one in the world.

Dante: And why is this... German scientist

Randal: Ya, vol.

Dante: Why is he offering it to me for free instead of the car companies?

Randal: What is this “Murder She Wrote”? Who cares what's behind the mystery. You going to look a gift horse in the mouth? Just take the
car man.

Dante: Not until I know what the catch is.

Randal: Fine, the catch is you got to cut off a foot.

Dante: No way.

Randal: Are you saying you wouldn’t cut off your foot for the flying car? You’re that selfish.

Dante: It’s my foot! How am I suppose to walk?

Randal: What walk? You’ll have the flying car. Good God, you could sell the design and engineering secrets to the car companies and be
a multibillionaire. After that you could buy like 50 prosthetic feet.

Dante: Which foot, right or left?

Randal: You’re choice

Dante: Ok, I’ll trade my left foot for the flying car.

Randal: Why your left foot?

Dante: It’s got an ingrown toenail.

Randal: Listen to you. A guy offers you the fire of Olympus that is the flying car and you trade him a bum foot.

Dante: You said I could pick!

Randal: So it’s a deal then, your foot for the flying car. You’re sure?

Dante: Yes, I’m sure.

Randal: You can’t welch.

Dante: I won’t welch.

Randal: Because the whole world is counting on you.

Dante: Why the whole world all of a sudden?

Randal: Because the German scientist held a press conference when he made you the offer. He told the world media once the trade is made. You can do whatever you want with the flying car. Including mass marketing an affordable model for consumer purchase.

Dante: What the hell kind of scientist is this guy anyways?

Randal: One with a lot of free time on his hands, and a foot fetish. So are you in? You going to do the right thing here?

Dante: Yes.

Randal: So it’s a deal.

Dante: Yes.

Randal: Ok, so then what happens is you find out the guy is going to take your foot off with a hacksaw.

Dante: What?

Randal: And no atheistic.

Dante: Aww, screw that!

Randal: Come on it’s part of the deal.

Dante: You didn’t say that before!

Randal: Well, you should of had a lawyer look over the contract. But come on, it only hurts when they’re taking the foot off. After that they’ll use a local on your stump and cauterize the wound.

Dante: Well why can’t I have a local before he cuts it off?

Randal: Because, he is a sick degenerate that likes to inflict pain.

Dante: You said he was a man of science!

Randal: You don’t think Einstein didn’t like hacking guys feet off but, nobody ever said anything about it because he was one of the great
thinkers of our time. But come on man. Take a hit for the team. It’s a few seconds of pain for a lifetime of riches and zero traffic.

Dante: Fine, as long as I get the local as soon as he is done cutting,

Randal: So you want the local?

Dante: Who am I, the Marquis De Sade? Yes, I want the local!

Randal: All right.

Dante: Why do you say it like that for?

Randal: It’s just the local he gives you, knocks you out and while your out he diddles you pennie.

Dante: Oh, come on!

Randal: Hey man, you made the deal.

Dante: To trade my foot for the flying car, not to be tortured and molested by some mad German scientist.

Randal: And his friends.

Dante: What?

Randal: It’s just when he is done with you he gives his friends a shot at you too.

Dante: Deals off.

Randal: What are you some kind of homophobe?

Dante: No, I just don’t want to be diddled by some insane German scientist and his friends after they’ve hacked my foot off.

Randal: Need I remind you, this is for the flying car?

Dante: It ain’t worth it.

Randal: See, you’re what’s wrong with this country, hell the world. You’re always thinking about your own comfort level. Never thinking
about the rest of us. This country was founded on sacrifice and nearly 30 years of living a life full of selfish foot pampering and intergender intercourse has made you too soft to throw your hat over the wall for the good of mankind. And what’s worse is, not only do you ruin it for the rest of us with the flying car, but you completely blow the notion of American nobility in the process. The children of the world
have no heroic figure to emulate. So the future of mankind continues on it’s downward spiral into entropy and mass extinction until all that was once great about the human race lies buried in the primordial stew, to which we’ll most certainly return, thanks to you and your ill refusal to reach for the stars and you’ll forever be remembered as the sad little footnote in the book of life. The wimpy scumbag who could of
breached the chasm of becoming and being. But instead opted to cover his own ass and foot in the process.

Dante: All right! I’ll go through with the deal. I’ll let the German scientist hack my foot off. Then let him and his friends can have their
way with me. All for the flying car.

Randal: You would do it with a bunch of guys just to get a car. I thought I knew you man.

Artsy blushes bright pink and glances over where Observer is tending to other wounded. "Shh! No, we didn't kiss. We had dinner and visited an amazing art museum and danced." She starts reloading the hypospray.

Enesku's eyes widen. "You didn't kiss?! Not even once? Don't you like him?"

Quite sure that Observer is hearing this conversation, even over the noise of an overcrowded sickbay, Artsy hushes Enesku again. "Of course I like him. Don't you have work to do?"

Aye, sir. I know something about Warp Mechanics, but I'm not an expert on the subject.

Kent, who has been standing around for a while, hands Milkshake a PADD.

This shows the damage the ship sustained and the estimated repair time. I hope someone is working on a list of what parts and equipment we'll need.

Kent looks at Lt. Commander Tacoman.

I'm heading back to Engineering right now. Let me know if you need any help.

Captain Biggens appears on the viewscreen.

Commander, the supplies that you requested are ready for transport. We'll beam the food you asked for to cargo bay 2, and the rest of the supplies to cargo bay 3, if that meets your approval.

He looks down at a PADD, then hands it to a passing crewmember.

After that, I'm afraid we have to leave. We need to head to the repair yard and pick up some reactor coolant and have a faulty flux capacitor looked at. We'll meet you there.

He pauses and smiles.

Oh, one more thing.....I'd like to invite you and your officers to beam over and have dinner with me and my staff once you arrive.

Inside of Sickbay.

Jadlad: Doc? Ow..ow.owowowowow!! What's..going on?

Holodoc: Good. You're finally awake. Please lay still.

Jadlad's filled in on what has been happening.

Also, I'm afraid you'll have to remain here for now Lieutenant. You have a mild concusion, three broken ribs, severe burns on your hands and chest. Not to mention some internal bleeding that we had a great deal of difficulty stopping.

Ansh comes into Sickbay. She is carrying Quito on her back. They are both bruised after falling to the floor when gravity returned to Artsy's quarters

Artsy! You're back! What happened? I was locked in your Quarters during all of the fight.

Yeah, I suppose so. But if you ask me, my next task should be giving you a hormone booster. Let's see if I can find one...

(Artsy turns around and fixes Enesku with as cold and hard a stare as she can manage. "I wouldn't," she simply says. Enesku shrinks back, surprised at this change in demeanor.)

Never mind, but I'll let Observer know you think he's "hot."

(Artsy gets a jolt of sudden shock, but Enesku goes away... and goes nowhere near Observer)

Tacoman walks over to a now functional console and touches a few buttons.
Tacoman to Commander Milkshake, it looks like we've got all the warp power we're going to get for now. It looks like we can hit at least Warp 1.5.

In sicbay, Butrfli is looking over Kiehart after the mass minor healing.
It looks like that did some good. You still need massive knee surgery, but it's not as severe as before.
You're arm seems to be doing better, but you still have blood loss. There are some things that even my staff can't do.
It also looks like that some internal damage has been repaired. You had a punctured lung that is now fixed, for example.

Tacoman sits at another console and touches various parts of its surface. A light plays off of Tacoman's face as he begins to read about his new universe through the LICC's files and archives.

Artsy decides to ignore Enesku for now, and turns abruptly from her work when she hears Ansh's voice. Quito scurries between stretchers and flings herself into Artsy's arms while Ansh follows more slowly.

Quito clings tightly, a focused sending spilling into Artsy's mind everything the little alien felt during the fateful battle with Darth Terror. Artsy lets it come, feeling tears slide down her cheeks at last, and when the sending begins to fade somewhat she starts humming to Quito--a slower version of one of the songs Observer had played at the street festival. Quito relaxes in her arms, nearly asleep.

Artsy finally looks up at Ansh, relief and concern mixed in her expression. "How are you? Were you hurt? And have you heard the news?"

We greatly appreciate your kind offer, Captain Biggens, but on the behalf of my crew I'm afraid I must decline. I hope you can understand that what we need right now is rest and repair, both for our ship and ourselves. It would be best to press on to a friendly planet as soon as possible. If you so wish, at a later time we would be grateful to accept your invitation.

Kiehart smiled. "Well, it's as close to good news as I'm gonna get I suppose, unless Lopez and Ranger get the fihgters back. Rikard must be heartbroken that six of his pilots died." Butrfli shrugged. "It may not have registered to him yet. With a day like this I don't blame him." Kiehart coughed lightly. "So, how soon after the surgery will I be able to get full range of motion in my body?" Butrfli thought about it for a moment. "With physical therapy you could back to your old rambuctious self in a matter of weeks." Kiehart puts a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, I know the HoloDoc got you on those anti-depressants right now, but they wear off you can talk to me. I know how it feels to lose someoen you love." "I know you do. I helped you through that remember?"

3 hours later...

The bruised but unbroken Spidermobile emerges from a shaky warp field, in a course that will take it straight into docking orbit with the Kesprit Ship Yards. Nearly the entire crew watch the beautiful blue-and-green planet grow closer, and for the first time since the Spidermobile returned from its rendezvous with Archangel, genuine smiles break out.

This is Commander Milkshake to all hands. Good work. It goes without saying that repairs on the Spidermobile will take a few weeks, and for that time all crew will recieve shore leave. You will be contacted as to the time and place for memorial services for Captain Tacoman and Commander Adon. That is all.

Pegasus to Spidership. Pegasus to Spiderhip. Can you read us, Spidership?

Frangelica?! We read you!

Quick, Josh, open a visual channel!

Rikard is reading at that moment. It's Adon's wishes if he were to die. Unfortunately, at the moment all he can find is the sentence "Adon has left orders that whatever is left of his sword be buried in the temple ruins, upon his fall." When he hears Milkshake's order, his head snaps up.

What? Frangelica? Um, aye sir!

For a second, he blanks on how to open a communication channel, but finally finds the button and hits it. Frangelica's face appears on the screen.

Tacoman's looks up at the mention of Frangelica and presses the visual button on his console. Like Rikard's console, Frangelica appears on the screen
My god...Frannie... I thought I'd lost you forever.
Lt. Commander Tacoman to Commander Milkshake, where is Frangelica going to be coming in from?

Do not send the sword back, Josh. Your friend's Fate is not yet sealed.

Rikard looked around. He definately heard a voice in his head that wasn't his. What was even stranger was that even though he didn't recognise what language the voice was speaking in, he understood the message just the same.

A slightly fuzzy image appears on screen of a young, curly-haired woman, hooded and cloaked in black.

Shh, not so loud-- I'm traveling incognito. I received your distress call, but Captain Feedback had just struck and the city was in one of my dimensional safety envelopes at the time. I'm sorry for the delay, but I couldn't leave them until the threat was vanquished. What's the situation? Shall I apparate over?

I've heard the news but how did it happen?

I read the news today, oh boy!

Rocket Ranger...or, rather, Quincy K. Rocket, who has changed into his normal clothes...walks into Sickbay, and heads over to Kiehart's bed.

Sorry about your injuries, but I have some good news that should make you feel a little better; all the fighters and shuttles are safe. They're onboard The Wytch Queen. Two of the fighters need major repairs, though. One of them even needs its engines replaced.

He takes a look around.

Hold on a sec...

=/\=Rocket to bridge. I just thought you should know that I saw 12 of 10 a few minutes ago, and she's heading to Engineering to see if she can be of any help. If anyone needs me for anything, I'm in Sickbay right now, but I'll be heading to my lab soon.=/\=

He looks back at Kiehart and smiles.

If you need anything while you're in here. Something to read, or someone to play cards with, let me, Wayne or Kent know and one of us will be here asap.

"Sure thing Quince. Maybe after we fix the six Banshees we got left, we can, once again, work on replacing the six that were lsot during that whole Spidership I incident. For now, I'm OK though. Just waiting for some major surgery."

Yes, please do, Frangelica. We'll...explain things once you're here.

A few seconds later, Frangelica appears on the bridge and pulls off her hood. She looks around cautiously and sniffs.

Mmm...ahhh... residual stench of charred equipment. I take it I'm rather late. Is everything under control? What happened?

Just then the turbolift doors open, and Tacoman walks out. He spies Frangelica, runs up to her, and gives her a big hug and kiss on the lips
Frannie! I thought the LICC had given me up for dead! How did the O'kak battle go?
Tacoman notices that those on the bridge are looking at him strangely
Oh... not the Frangelica from my universe then, right?
I apologize for my actions, but the Frangelica of my universe and I were...involved.

Milkshake sits rather heavily down into the Captain's Chair and motions for Frangelica to take a seat at the vacant Ops console.

The short version is...we just returned from assisting the Archangel in another universe. Just then all h*ll started to break loose. Ruptured power conduits, hull breaches, the ship seemed to be falling apart at every turn. Colanator and an entire team were presumed lost in one accident. As you can see from that crudely patched hole in the Ready Room, we had to evacuate to the Emergency Bridge.

There Adon presented evidence that suggested that Colanator, perhaps under the influence of Taconator, was sabotaging the ship. Tacoman and I came back to the bridge and ran a sensor sweep for Colanator. Instead, we found our old friend, Darth Terror, inhabiting Adon's body. He tried to kill us outright on the bridge, and thinking he had succeeded, revealed himself. The Captain and I disarmed his trap, beamed straight back and found ourselves in the hardest battle we ever had to face. Not one of us came away unscarred.

I've often wondered what exactly the Qs want with me, and now I've found out. For a few, brief minutes, I had the power of a Q. I helped separate Adon and Terror. Terror warned us all that if he died, Adon would also. Their lifeforces were linked, and even I couldn't break the link. Finally Adon sacrificed himself and beheaded Terror. It was just after that that we found the Captain dying.

Milkshake breaks off for a minute, and his face is unreadable through the cracked black faceplate of his helmet. Finally, he resumes the explanation

I...snapped and tried to use my powers to bring the Captain back. Instead I somehow summoned Lt. Commander Tacoman here from his native universe. The Qs spoke to me, and told me that I've finally discovered my powers, but it is too soon to use them. So I couldn't bring back either the Captain or Adon.

We've managed to regain the ship. Colanator had fled into the main computer, and we don't know how we can get him out. Captain Biggens and the Wytch Queen helped as they could, but we're putting into Kesprit for major repairs. That's...that's pretty much it.