Not so long ago, a small village in Northern Vermont was
visited by two strange, but friendly alien beings. My
village was awed by their supernatural powers, and impressed
by their generosity. A friend and I quickly made friends
with these aliens and vowed to keep their presence a secret
until their mission was complete, and they had returned to
their own galaxy. At last, 25 years later, the whole story
of this incredible brush with extraterrestrial life can be
told. And I am here to tell it.


The aliens arrived here when I was 13. They came in a
box-like space craft that was silver and gold. It blinked
blue lights that changed to red when it landed, which it
presently did. A ramp extended and two aliens walked out.

"Greetings," one said. The other nodded at my best friend,
Janalyn, and me. "Please take us to a secure location.
Preferably somewhere that your fellow humans won't see us,"
she said hurriedly.

"Sure!" Janalyn exclaimed. I was so startled that I couldn't
speak. We took them to her house, but when her mother
screamed, we decided my house would be safer.

While we were walking, Janalyn asked why they were here.
They wouldn't answer. All they would say was that they would
explain when they were in a secured location. Since they
wouldn't talk, I took the chance to study the aliens.

I knew I had seen them before, but I couldn't figure out from
where. They almost looked like Klingons, but they were
dressed in Starfleet Academy uniforms, and they were too pale
and too nice. Besides, I thought Star Trek was fiction.

The first one, the one that talked, was a female. She looked
stern, ready to do her mission, but not unkind. She had a
black and yellow uniform, which meant that, if she had been
studying at the Academy, she was training to be in Security
or Engineering.

The other alien, the one that hadn't talked, was a male. He
was dressed in a blue and black uniform, so I decided he must
be studying the Sciences or Medical. He looked a little
unsure of himself, and kept looking around, almost as if he
expected an ambush. Noticing this, I fell into step with
him. He flinched away, but then looked at me. When I
smiled, he relaxed and looked like he felt a little more
comfortable.

"Do you talk?" I asked him. I hadn't heard him make a sound
yet.

"Yes," he said quietly.

"Why don't you than?"

"Because being around Jenika, I don't have anything to say.
She does the talking, and I do whatever she tells me to do.
She is the captain of this mission."

When he said that, I saw that the woman, Jenika, stood up a
little straighter. "What's your name?" I asked him.

"Alexander, son of Worf." he exclaimed proudly.

"Mine's Heather, and this is my best friend, Janalyn."

"Heather, come on. I don't want to be the one to tell your
dad that we have a couple of aliens we'd like him to meet,"
Janalyn called.

"Come on. We're almost there," I said to Alexander.

As I passed Jenika, she grabbed me, swung me around to face
her, and asked fiercely, "What were you planning to tell your
father when you took us in?"

"I-I don't know," I replied. "I guess I was just going to
say they were costumes. He would believe me. We watch Star
Trek all the time. By the way, are you really Klingons?"

"Yes, we are really Klingons. Maybe. . . Maybe if you tell
your father the truth, he will believe you also. What do you
think?"

"He believes more of my lies than my truths. I guess I don't
tell the truth very well, or else I lie too well. Either
way, he doesn't believe me half the time anyway. I guess the
truth would work." I thought, She looks like a Klingon/Human
mix, she acts a lot like a Klingon and a Vulcan, and she has
the intellect and logic of a Vulcan. Weird.

So we went to my house to discuss their mission. My dad did
believe their story. He also got them to tell us what their
mission was, and how they got here. Here's what happened:

They were on a mission to arrest a Bajoran criminal that had
escaped. He was suspected of assassinating a Cardassian
leader, Gul Dukat. They thought he was on Earth, and had
narrowed it down to our village or the next one. Now they
needed our help to arrest him.

Alexander said, “The criminal, whose name is Qualis, is
wanted for questioning back in our own time.”

Saying this caused Jenika to glare. “You were not supposed
to mention the time travel, Alexander. Starfleet is already
in hot water with the Time Anomaly Research Department. You
know that!”

They had come from the Starfleet Academy (so it was real!),
which was located in the next dimension, Dimension R. All
the stories that we see on TV are not fiction, they’re real.

My dad said, “I think I know the man you speak of. Come with
me. I'll ask a few of my employees if they know where he
is.” And so he did.

Most of them didn't know where the man was, but one worker
had his daughter there, Pauline. She was a Trekkie, the same
as me. She said, “Excuse me, Mr. Wilson. I know where
Quailis is. He's in his lab. I can show you where it is.”

The lab was off a dark deserted alley that made Alexander and
me shiver. Jenika noticed this and asked us if we wanted to
stay outside.

"No thanks," I said. "This is the adventure of a lifetime.
I wouldn’t miss it for all the latinum on Ferenginar."

Everybody giggled.

Alexander did decide to stay out, but only to act as lookout,
and make sure no one tried to keep us inside.

Dad, Jenika, Pauline and I quietly stepped inside the
building. We looked around, and saw that Qualis had a lab
full of weapons. He had Phasors, Rifles, and every other
Starfleet-issued weapon. He also had a lot of Nuclear
weapons, and weapons from all over the Alpha and Gamma
Quadrants.

I said, “This guy is a pro! Look he has a phasor that he can
set to ‘Instant Molecular Destruction’!” As I looked it over,
I saw that it read ‘Stun’, ‘Kill’, ‘Instant Molecular
Destruction’, ‘Convert to Energy and Hold’, and “Re-assemble
Energy Molecules’.

“Yes I can,” said a voice. We all turned to see where it had
come from. We saw that a man had entered the room, carrying
a phasor just like the one I had.

“Uh-oh,” I muttered.

“‘Uh-oh’ is right. You, Klingon, over there.” Qualis
pointed to the door he had come in. “You, mister, Over
there.” He pointed to and area that was just outside
armreach of all the weapons. I stuffed my phasor in my back
pocket. “You, little girl, get by your friend.” Pauline
stepped over to me. Now stay. Narise!” He called. A
little girl ran in.

“Yes, Daddy?” she asked.

“Go get Daddy the special book. We have some visitors that
won’t be here very long and I need to give them a
demonstration.” He smiled slightly.

“Pauline,” I whispered. “See the Phasor in my back pocket?”

“Yeah.”

Put it on ‘Convert to Energy and Hold’.”

“You! No talking!” Qualis yelled. I jumped.

“Done,” Pauline whispered.

“I said no talking!” Qualis rushed over and grabbed me by the
front of my shirt. “Don’t make me hurt you little girl,” he
breathed. I slowly reached behind me and grabbed hold of the
phasor. As I brought it to face his stomach, I located the
activator button. He looked at me quizzically as I said,
“Sir, I have two things to say. Number one, I ain’t no
little girl. Number two, Good-bye.” I pushed the button,
felt him let go of my shirt, and then watched him disappear.

“Well done, Heather,” Jenika said. “Now, give me the
Phasor.”

Gladly, I handed it over. Then Qualis’s daughter ran in with
a book.

“Where’s my Daddy?” she asked us.
“Daddy has to be taken back home now sweetie,” Pauline said.
“We took him to the ship already. Come with us, and you’ll
be with him.
O-kay?”

“O-kay, nice lady,” the little girl replied.


When the arrest was over, and Qualis was put in the ship’s
brig, I expressed my wishes to go to Starfleet Academy. My
mom and dad decided that if that's what I wanted, that's what
I'd get.


The town has since been on the lookout for more alien ships,
but I never watch with them. I know that nothing will appear
until the warp core is invented, and the Earth is admitted
into the United Federation of Planets.

Now, 25 years later, after 10 years at the Academy, and 15 of
working my way through the ranks, I have been promoted to
Captain. Not only that, but I have been given command of the
starship Enterprise NCC-1701-G. Now, instead of looking at
the skies I can be in them.






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