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04-08-2002, 11:04 PM
“Who wants to be a Millionaire?”
Episode 16 of Gopher’s Gateway
The great city of New York was a combination of short and tall buildings of variant construction and illumination.
“Now join us in New York for night forty-seven of Who Wants to be a Millionaire!”
Inside a studio of unknown number, was the home of where this gameshow was filmed. In one of the chairs in the center, sat its host Regis Philbin. “Hello, I’m Regis Philbin and welcome to Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Yes, every day you learn something new on this show, new things you’ll never need for the rest of your life…except to impress someone at a party…or if you are a principal. We’re proud to welcome the student staff of the most advanced school in the nation…Hueytown Academy. And now, for the all-important introductions. Sean Sporman: main principal; Jordan Reeves: second in command; Heather Allgood: third in command and recreational director; Meagan Hall: fourth in command and public relations; Andy Blackerby: superintendent of the school system; and Kay Lindsay: assistant superintendent.” Regis paused for a moment. “Now, you will notice that there are four empty chairs. We’re going to do something a little different tonight; the millionaire wheel.” Regis turned to see the two people rolling out the large wheel onto the circular stage. “This is a wheel with the names of the thirty secondaries and tertiaries of Sean’s crazy staff. This is the only fair way to include them. Millionaire wheel!” exclaimed Regis, “Let’s play!” Regis stood up and gave the wheel a good spin. Then, everything froze.
“Hey, Meagan, you wanna watch too?” Sean Sporman asked as he held the remote control that had currently frozen the picture. He and some of his friends were watching the recording that had been filmed two days ago.
“Sure, cutie!” Meagan happily responded.
Heather Allgood, Jordan Reeves and Andy Blackerby were all watching as well.
The camera still angled on the wheel, it began to spin once more. The music that normally accompanied the “fastest finger” event was also being played during this. “Alright, we’re coming up on choice number one!” The wheel spun slower and slower until it came to a complete stop on “Lucy C.” “That’s Lucy Camden.” Regis said, as the dramatic chord played that normally accompanied a correct answer played. “Spin number two, here we go!” As Lucy walked onto the stage, Regis spun the wheel again.
“Let us see who will be honored by sitting in seat number eight.” As the wheel once again slowed, it finally came to a stop. This one stopped on “Tiffany D.” “Tiffany Davidson, come on down!” Regis blushed, “I always wanted to say that!” The crowd laughed.
Tiffany walked onto the stage and Regis spun the cool-looking wheel yet again. “Number nine, will you please not be late? Oh, wait, that was for eight.” Once more, the crowd laughed. The wheel came to a stop on “Emily H.” “That’s one of the three transfers from Crenshaw County. Get up here!”
“And now,” as Emily walked onto the stage, “The final contestant! Let’s go!”
The wheel began to spin. “Who will it be this time?” As the wheel once more began to slow down, it finally came to a stop on a space numbered “1234”. “Oh my goodness!” Regis exclaimed. “It’s the audience poll. Audience, you will see four choices on your keypad display. Please pick one…starting…now!” The music played again for about ten seconds and then came to an abrupt stop.
“Alright, now who were the choices?” Regis asked rhetorically. “A was Ben Smith, B was Liz Larson, C was Jonathan Reeves and D was Brooke Stephens. Who will it be?” Regis looked at the screen and announced the winner. “That’s Jonathan Reeves, Jordan’s crazy brother who will be contestant number ten!” As Jonathan sat down, the wheel was taken off of the stage and Regis stood in his normal place when about to ask the “fastest finger” question. “Alright, I’m pretty sure you know how to do the fastest finger question. List these Star Trek series, in the order the first premiered, starting with the latest. Go, now! The Original Series…The Next Generation…Deep Space Nine…and Voyager.” After a couple more seconds the music stopped. “Now, let’s see who got it right!” There was a brief pause. “Wow! Everyone got it right! Now, let’s see who got in the fastest time. That’s Heather Allgood, beating out Sean Sporman by one one-hundredths of a second.” Heather smiled and jumped for joy as she walked out onto the stage. She then sat in the hot seat. “Alright, when we come back, Heather is going to try to become the world’s youngest Millionaire, stay tuned!”
“This was a cool thing, wasn’t it?” Sean asked in the room they were watching the recording in as the tape fast-forwarded.
“Yes! You bet!” Heather replied.
“I have to agree.” Jordan added.
“Stop the tape! Here I am!” Heather exclaimed and Sean did as told.
The camera focused on a viewscreen that displayed the Millionaire logo and then panned to show the center of the stage where Heather Allgood sat in one seat and Regis, the host, in another.
“Welcome back!” Regis proclaimed. He then turned to Heather. “Well, here is our youngest contestant yet! Heather Allgood, fifteen years old, a beautiful sophomore that now is third in command of a building bigger than Sears Tower! There goes my job…” The crowd laughed. “So, Heather, how do you feel about being first?”
Heather smiled. “Well Regis, it’s great. I actually beat Sean at a Star Trek question!” The crowd laughed.
“That’s good. So, tell us a little more about yourself.” Regis stated.
“Well, you know my name and age. Besides that, I am third in command of Hueytown Academy, which is the coolest school I’ve ever seen.”
Regis gasped aloud. “This is a teenager saying school is cool! That’s great!” The crowd laughed yet again. “So, who is with you here in New York City?”
“Well, besides my boyfriend Sean—“
Regis did a fake wolf whistle. “Gracious, school is a soap opera now!” Once more, the crowd laughed.
“Besides Sean and my friends from the school, my mother is in the crowd.”
“Hello, Mrs. Allgood.” Regis greeted. “Feeling well.”
“Just fine, Regis.” Mrs. Allgood replied.
“It says here,” Regis began, looking at his screen, “That you are a teacher.”
“Yes I am.”
“And, now that your daughter is an assistant principal, if you started working at that school she would be in a higher position than you! Sheesh! This is nuts!” The crowd laughed. “No, I’m just kidding. Ok. Heather, you know about the lifelines: Ask the Audience and 50/50. Now, Phone a Friend will be a little bit different tonight. You will call one of my friends because you have too many here.”
“Oh, boy.” Sean said from the sidelines and the crowd laughed.
“And,” Regis added, “For all of you out there, you can play with Heather using ABC.com’s enhanced TV.”
“Are you ready?” Regis asked.
“You bet!” Heather replied.
“Then, let’s play!” Regis exclaimed. The lights in the studio suddenly shifted and then the fast-paced, upbeat music that accompanied the first five questions began. “Ok. Here is your first question, worth one hundred dollars!”
Heather nodded, ready.
Regis began to read the question. “What is the name of the body that orbits the Earth? A: Sun, B: Moon, C: Jupiter, D: Ear.” The crowd laughed at the last answer.
“That would be B: the moon.” Heather replied instantly.
“Final answer?” asked Regis.
“Yes.” Heather replied.
“And, she is right for $100!” The musical chord played and audience applauded. “Now, for two hundred dollars, here it is!”
“What is your power source if you are using solar energy? A: Sun; B: Propane; C: Water; D: Energizer Bunny.” The crowd once again laughed the last answer.
“I know that one is A and that is my final answer.”
“And, she knows for $200!” The musical chord played again and the audience applauded again. “Two hundred dollar level, big deal.”
“Are you trying to insult me, Regis?” Heather asked. The crowd laughed.
“Not at all. So, here it comes for three hundred dollars!”
“What is the main mascot of the video game system, Nintendo 64? A: Mario; B: Pikachu; C: Peach; D: Regis Philbin.” The crowd yet again laughed at the last answer. “I’m a mascot!” Regis exclaimed, and on cue the crowd laughed again.
“I’ve played this with Sean and Jordan. That would be A: Mario.” Heather responded to the question.
“Final?” Regis asked.
“Yes!” Heather exclaimed.
“Mario it is for $300!” Regis replied, as the musical chord played and audience clapped. “Now, let’s go for $500 dollars.”
“What part of the character Pinocchio grows when he tells a lie? A: Nose; B: Ear; C: Arm; D: Leg.”
“As crazy as it is it’s a for my final answer!” Heather exclaimed.
“Right she is for $500!” Musical chord and applause. “Now, she is going to try for one thousand dollars! Let’s play!” The music continued in the background.
“Here’s the question! Which of these fictional characters does not star in the Looney Tunes cartoons? A: Bugs Bunny; B: Elmer Fudd; C: Buster Bunny; D: Daffy Duck.”
“I know my cartoons. I am going to go with C: Buster Bunny.” Heather answered.
“Is that your final answer?” Regis inquired.
“Yes it is!” replied Heather.
There was a tense two seconds. “And, she is now the world’s youngest thousandaire! She has gotten it right!” Musical chord once more, but this one longer and more dramatic as well as the usual applause. “Yes! Oh, great!” Heather exclaimed.
“When we come back, Heather is going for two thousand dollars and possibly more. Stay tuned!”
While there was a ten-minute break in filming in the mysterious ABC studio that’s name was not known, two Federation starships named Enterprise were docked to a drydock in orbit around the planet.
One was the Enterprise-D, which was given to Sean and his good friends by Federation captain Jean-Luc Picard when Heather and Sean had decided to go to the future. This Galaxy-class vessel was docked in the bottom dock. This particular starship had been severely damaged just days earlier by a Klingon Temporal Terrorist vessel. It was now being repaired.
In the top dock was the Enterprise-E, a newer and more advanced Sovereign-class starship, now commanded by Jean-Luc Picard. The crew of the Enterprise-E was supervising the repairs of Sporman’s Enterprise-D for the next week-and-a-half.
On the bridge of this vessel, Captain Picard had called his android second officer, Commander Data, to his ready room to discuss an important matter. The android sat across of Picard’s desk.
“Commander, the Federation council has expressed serious concerns about the contamination of this past timeline. They want us to maintain an extended presence on the planet.”
“I understand.” Replied Data, “Though I must admit that Mister Sporman and his allies have maintained temporal contamination to a minimum.”
Picard nodded. “I fully agree, Mister Data. However, Mister Sporman and his advanced school have an increasing number of enemies made over the two weeks since he received the technology. Now that the Dominion War has ended and the Federation Reconstruction Project has begun and the Starfleet has been restored past the ten thousand-vessel requirement, we have been assigned to form the Federation Proto-Council.”
“Fascinating.” Responded Data, “Who will be the commander of this mission?”
“While Commander Riker and I will supervise the proto-council, you will be the official commander.”
“Thank you, Captain. I look forward to the experience.” Replied Data.
Back in the ABC studios, unknown to all of the staff of Hueytown Academy, an enemy sat in wait near the very back of the crowd. While the recording was on a break, this enemy, named June Gabert, prepared to strike.
She pulled her personal type-one phaser out of her pocket and then fired at the supports of the chair next to her. Jacob Allison, who was in the chair next to June and had been shockingly revealed to be a disliker of Spormanworld, fell out of the chair. June giggled to herself as Jacob kicked a man she did not know next to her. June then fired a stronger beam and everyone in the row fell out of his or her chairs. The people in that row began to argue among each other.
“What did you do that for?” asked Jonathan Reeves. June did not respond and smiled as she saw that none of Sean’s friends were down on the stage. She had successfully started her riot on the Millionaire set.
On the bridge of the Enterprise-E, an alert klaxon at Data’s console went off. “Commander,” Commander William Riker, first officer of the Enterprise-E, stood up and walked behind Data, “I’m detecting phaser fire only meters away from the staff are currently located.”
“Yellow alert.” ordered Riker, who then tapped his combadge. “Riker to Sporman.”
“Sporman here.” Replied Sean over the comm channel.
“Our high-resolution sensors have picked up phaser fire near your current location.”
“We’ll check on it.” Responded Sporman.
“Inform us if your require reinforcements, Riker out.”
“What is it?” inquired Heather Allgood to Sean Sporman, as they were in the back rooms of the Millionaire set.
“Commander Riker said the Enterprise picked up phaser fire near my location. We should check it out. Heather, Meagan, with me. Jordan, stay here and keep an eye on the rest of these people.”
“Sure.” Jordan responded, as Sean and the two girls walked out into the set.
What they saw was a chaotic riot with people attacking each other in many different ways. Even Regis Philbin did not escape this madness, as he lay unconscious on the floor.
“What a mess!” Sporman exclaimed, when suddenly he saw a phaser point in his face. But, it was neither June or Peyton’s phaser. Meagan Hall was holding that phaser.
“Meagan! What are you doing?” Heather tried to inquire, but Meagan did not respond.
“Give it up, Sean. I’m taking over.” Sean’s eyes widened when Meagan’s voice was one hundred percent serious.
Sean Sporman was still in shock as Meagan Hall actually fired her phaser. Heather Allgood pushed him out of the way of the beam while avoiding the beam herself. Quickly, she got out her tricorder and did a quick scan as Meagan’s phaser beam hit the hot seat computer, which exploded in a shower of sparks.
“Sean!” Heather exclaimed, “She’s under mind control! There’s a telepathic modulator on her neck!”
As Sean prepared to fire his phaser on a precise setting at Meagan’s neck to disable the telepathic modulator, someone kicked his phaser out of his hand and to the other side of the stage. That someone was June Gabert.
“June!” Sean exclaimed. “I should have known that you were behind this!”
“I’m not controlling Meagan’s mind,” admitted June, “But, I do have a surprise for you!” June tapped her own combadge and looked around as Sean, Heather, Meagan and Regis dematerialized.
“Now, to wreak havoc on the rest of New York City!” June proclaimed as she walked out of the devastated Millionaire set, now completely empty as the crowd had been evacuated from the first phaser shot.
Sean Sporman, Heather Allgood, Meagan Hall and the rest of the visiting staff of Hueytown Academy materialized on the bridge of their starship, the USS Enterprise-D, much to the shock of Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge and Lieutenant McDougal, who were repairing the five aft consoles.
“Mister Sporman?” La Forge inquired, as he put down his repair tools.
“You can thank our arch enemy, Commander. June Gabert surprised us and beamed us up.” Sean looked at Meagan and sighed as she fallen unconscious, a side affect when telepathic influence was suddenly broken.
Commander La Forge looked at an aged man in a tuxedo, a sharp contrast from the Starfleet uniforms the others were wearing.
“Who’s this?”
Andy Blackerby responded, “That’s Regis, the host of the Gameshow we were supposed to star in.”
“This could violate the Temporal Prime Directive, but he does need medical assistance.” McDougal stated.
“I have an idea.” Sean replied with a smile.
In Holodeck two of the Galaxy-class starship Enterprise-D, Regis Philbin awoke to see the ceiling of the familiar New York Hospital, number forty-seven. “Hey, doc! Where are you? How did I get away from that crazy freckled girl?”
In disguise as a typical terran doctor, the Emergency Medical Hologram that came with the Shuttlecraft Hawking walked in. “Will you calm down, Mister?”
Regis grew red in the face. “Listen to me, I’m Regis! You can’t tell me what to do!”
The doctor was also growing agitated. “Now see here! This is a medical facility, I don’t care if you are the president of the Federation, and you will let me treat you!”
“And just what in Millionaire is the Federation, you blabbermouth!” retorted Regis.
“Blabbermouth!” The doctor stammered, “You want to tell me what you are, sir! Act civilized!”
Regis sat up in his bed. “Civilized! You?” Regis laughed. “More like the civil war!”
“Uh, uh! War between the states!” responded a bearded man who had walked into the room.
“And just who are you?” Regis screamed, “I had better put up a civil defense.”
“Uh, uh, uh!” replied the bearded man, “War between the states defense.” There was a small pause. “I’m Tony Lee of the Confederate Protectorate Agency.”
“Yeah!” The doctor added, “And just what would you say if the south won?”
Tony Lee smiled. “Well, then you could call it the civil war.” Then, he walked off as Regis shrugged his shoulders in unknowing at the doctor.
Lucy Camden and Sean Sporman overlooked the massive stellar cartography screen from the circular platform that was rimmed with LCARS panels that controlled these screens. Prominent on these screens was a three-dimensional view of the planet Earth.
“Well, according to this,” Lucy stated with a smile while working on one of these panels, “June is still in New York, but it might as well be Angel Grove.”
Sean chuckled. “So, you have seen Power Rangers?”
“With two younger siblings,” replied Lucy, “You bet!”
“Can the high-resolution sensors make out what she is in?” inquired Sean.
“Some kind of battle vehicle.” Responded Lucy. On the screen, there was a partially fuzzy image of a battle vehicle, overflowing with weapons.
“Where does she get this stuff?” Sean asked.
“I believe I have an answer for that.” Sean turned around and saw that it was Heather Allgood, entering the massive room in her Starfleet uniform and holding a PADD. Sean smiled at the beautiful sophomore as she continued her explanation. “Commander Data and I have recently examined a hull fragment from the tank that June used when she destroyed the original school with the help of Erin Wesson.”
“Fascinating.” Sean said, paying full attention to Heather. “Go on.”
“Well, we have found verteron particles on the hull of the vessel.”
Lucy Camden had also been paying attention. “That would indicate that it had passed through a wormhole.”
“Precisely,” Heather continued, “but we also found triflagurine decay on the hull fragment.”
Sean stood up. “The mirror universe.”
“Right again.” Heather responded, smiling at Sean,
“So, the Terran Alliance must not have been broken up.” Sean replied, “That means that there could be a potential invasion of the Federation, using our spatial transportation technology.”
“And, that’s a bad thing?” Lucy inquired, not completely knowing of the mirror universe.
“Yes.” Responded Sean, “They are the antitheses of the United Federation of Planets. That should explain everything.”
“It does.” Lucy replied quietly.
Sporman then tapped his combadge. “Sporman to bridge.”
“Meagan here. Hello, cutie. Sorry about that attack…”
“It’s perfectly o.k. I need you to run a penetrating spatial scan type 7 of the nearby space. That way, we can make sure people don’t disappear.”
“Of course. Meagan out.”
The crew of the USS Enterprise-E was hard at work as well. Interference from future cultures, alternate universes as they may be, had to be prevented from happening once more, since the alliance from the alternate universe was not a benevolent culture.
“Captain, I think I have found something.” Geordi La Forge stated from one of the science consoles on the bridge of the Sovereign-class starship. “A disruption in space. Obviously a cloaked vessel.”
“Red alert!” Picard ordered, returning to his command chair as the klaxons began to blare. “Contact the other Enterprise. Inform them we have found the enemy vessel.”
“Understood, Enterprise.” Kay Lindsay reported from Communications. “Sean, the enemy has been found.”
“Thank you. Red alert! Prepare for departure sequence.” Sean ordered, sitting down.
“External view, Sean?” Heather, who sat by Sean, asked smiling.
“Of course. Did you get the Star Trek music installed?”
Heather still smiled. “Of course. Ready for activation.”
“Well then…” Sean paused for a moment. “Take us out.”
The Galaxy-class starship began to slowly depart from the Federation drydock. Below the Enterprise-D, the Enterprise-E also began to depart from the dock. It was truly a magnificent sight.
After about thirty seconds, both ships had fully departed the spacedock.
“Keep us twenty-five hundred kilometers from the E and match their speed.”
From the helm, Jordan nodded and then turned toward Sean. “I’m I being demoted.”
Sean rolled his eyes. “Jordan, we’ve been through this. I have priorities. Heather is near the very top of the list.”
Heather smiled at Sean again. “Thank you, sweetie.”
“Blasted mind control. Boosting Sporman’s ego hour by hour.” Reeves whispered to his self.
“I heard that, Acting Ensign Reeves!” Sean exclaimed, as Heather began to laugh.
In Times Square, one of the main streets of the American city named New York, one vehicle stood above the rest. It was June’s combined starship/battle vehicle that she had named the Destructor.
Inside the vehicle, June Gabert sat alone in the computer-laden cockpit. “Computer, activate megaphone.”
Unlike the friendly LCARS panels and computer voices of Sean’s Federation technology, this technology was older and a mix of what Sean had called “Okudagrams” and some LCARS-type panels and even some primitive physical buttons.
“Citizens of New York City, this is your worst nightmare. Now, listen to me. Surrender your entire bank’s supply of United States dollars and bring them to this vehicle or I will destroy your Sears Tower. You have one hour.” June began to laugh in the cockpit as she saw people running toward the banks.
“The enemy vessel is decloaking!” Meagan Hall exclaimed as the crew’s eyes were riveted on the main viewscreen. It was a Klingon Vorcha class cruiser that sensors identified as D-17 class of the alternate universe.
“They are hailing.” Reported Kay Lindsay from communications.
“On screen.” Jordan ordered before Sean could.
On the viewscreen, a disheveled Julian Bashir sat in the captain’s chair. In the real universe of Starfleet, Julian Bashir was a well-known Doctor. However, in the alternate universe he was a “captain” for the recently resurrected Terran Alliance.
“Captain Bashir,” Sean stated, “Are you here to find the escaped Cardassian-Klingon Alliance escapees.”
Slowly standing up, Bashir glared at Sporman, “Listen, kid I don’t know how you got two starships, but I’m not with the sniveling Terran Alliance anymore. We have found an ally.”
“Sean,” Heather whispered to Sean, “The Enterprise has set up the three-way.”
“Well, you may not know of me. But, certainly you know of our universe’s Captain Jean-Luc Picard.”
“Then you must be Sporman!” Bashir snapped the comm channel off as the Enterprise-D shook from a disruptor blast.
“Heather, Meagan, with me. Jordan, you and Lucy with the superintendents, take the saucer.” Sporman said as he stood up with Heather and Meagan in the emergency turbo lift to the Battle Bridge.
“Understood.” Responded Jordan as he took his seat in the Captain’s chair.
“Oh, Jordan,” Sean said, with his left arm holding the turbolift open, “You are still a good friend.”
Jordan smiled.
“I just like Heather a lot more. By a factor of millions!” Sean smiled as the turbolift doors closed.
It had not been an hour, but June had seen a military tank approach in an attack her. Before she could turn, the tank had fired at her. She turned in shock as she heard a heavy projectile smash into the side of her battle vehicle, the Destructor.
Looking at one of her computer displays, she saw that there was a breach where the projectile had impacted deck five. She snapped her fingers. “Of course! I forgot the shields.” She tapped a sequence on a control panel just as the tank fired again.
This time the projectile disintegrated harmlessly against the shields. She laughed as the officers in the tank scrambled out just as her own phaser bank fired and destroyed the tank in a brilliant explosion.
It had been done. June Gabert was now an official enemy of the United States Military.
“Data, is he responding to hails at all?” Captain Picard asked for the fourth time on the bridge of the Enterprise-E.
“Negative, Captain.” Data replied. “The Enterprise-D is initiating saucer separation.”
“Then we should do the same,” replied Picard, “Data, and Troi, with me to the battle bridge. Number one, take command of the saucer and initiate plan three-c.”
“Aye, sir.” Replied Riker. “Computer, note as of this star time that Picard is taking command of the battle bridge of Enterprise-E.”
On the battle bridge of the Enterprise-D, Sean Sporman sat in the command chair while Meagan Hall manned tactical and Heather Allgood sat at helm. “Unlocking connection latches.” Reported Meagan.
“Drifting at 300 kilometers per hour from saucer section in five, four, three, two, one.” Heather stopped her count when she heard the latches disconnect with a mechanical thunk.
On the Enterprise-E’s saucer section, Commander Riker smiled as he watched the Enterprise-D’s own saucer section slowly drift away from its star drive section.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been at the helm.” Geordi commented as he saw, on the viewscreen, the Vorcha class cruiser fired a photon torpedo at the saucer sections still unshielded docking connection latches.
Riker actually smiled. “Well, Geordi, it looks like you will have to work the night shift.”
Geordi rolled his mechanical eyes. “I look forward to it.”
“Return fire!” Jordan ordered on the bridge of the saucer section of the Enterprise-D.
Lucy Camden, now at Tactical, since Andy Blackerby had been knocked unconscious, replied, “Direct hit! Their forward shields are starting to buckle!”
“Yes, it looks like the other three sections are opening fire!” Kay Lindsay observed from the communications station.
“And, our shields are back online!” Lucy Camden reported.
“Another vessel is approaching!” Heather Allgood reported on the bridge of the Enterprise-D’s battle section. “It’s June’s attack vessel! She’s opening a transmission to the Vorcha class.”
“Meagan, tell Picard and Riker and Jordan to stop their attack. Heather, see if you can intercept the transmission and put it on our screen.”
Meagan reported first. “Understood by all three sections, Sean.”
Then, Heather reported. “I have the transmission. It was on a frequency of twelve point four seven isohertz.”
“Great. Let’s see what is next.” Sean said as he looked at the viewscreen.
He saw the face of the Captain Bashir of the alternate universe on one side of the screen. On the other, June sat in her Destructor. “June, what do you have to report?”
“I’m the leader here!” June snapped back.
“Sorry.” Bashir replied.
“I didn’t get the money because you came crying like a baby for help!” June retorted.
“Listen here, these are the two Enterprises attacking me here, we have to use the phase cloak!” Bashir replied.
Sean then signaled to stop the transmission intercept. “A phase cloak! Open a transmission to Picard, now!”
“Captain,” Counselor Troi reported, “Incoming transmission from Sean Sporman.”
“On screen.” Ordered Picard.
“According to a transmission intercept, we have to report that June and Captain Bashir have a phase cloak on their starships.”
“That explains the recent theft of Admiral Pressman’s prototype phase cloak once used on the Pegasus from the Tarsus Seven orbital lab.” Picard replied.
“But how did they get two?” inquired Troi.
“Apparently Captain Bashir had some help in developing the second one.” Picard responded.
“They are cloaking!” Data reported calmly.
“Fire phasers!” Picard ordered, but it was too late. The two had cloaked out of phase.
“Principal’s Log, day three, while the Millionaire episode was aborted due to June’s attack and the Enterprise-D was damaged even further, but we have some success. Thanks to forgazine gas, the memories of the New Yorkers involved in June’s attack have been erased. Also, the Federation Proto-council Headquarters has been constructed inside our playground.”
The Federation Proto-council Headquarters was a large building inside an even bigger one. Several people stood in one of the control centers, including the official commander of the council, Captain Data, recently promoted by the real Federation Council of the twenty-fourth century.
“Well, that was some adventure.” Meagan Hall commented. Sean smiled.
“I agree.” Replied Lucy.
“Do you think we will find June?” asked Heather Allgood.
“Oh, she’ll be back. It’s only a matter of when.” Sean responded. “Only a matter of time.”
On the next exciting episode of Gopher’s Gateway:
Time travel! Sean Sporman finds himself in his seventh grade year to make a great year even better…
Episode 16 of Gopher’s Gateway
The great city of New York was a combination of short and tall buildings of variant construction and illumination.
“Now join us in New York for night forty-seven of Who Wants to be a Millionaire!”
Inside a studio of unknown number, was the home of where this gameshow was filmed. In one of the chairs in the center, sat its host Regis Philbin. “Hello, I’m Regis Philbin and welcome to Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Yes, every day you learn something new on this show, new things you’ll never need for the rest of your life…except to impress someone at a party…or if you are a principal. We’re proud to welcome the student staff of the most advanced school in the nation…Hueytown Academy. And now, for the all-important introductions. Sean Sporman: main principal; Jordan Reeves: second in command; Heather Allgood: third in command and recreational director; Meagan Hall: fourth in command and public relations; Andy Blackerby: superintendent of the school system; and Kay Lindsay: assistant superintendent.” Regis paused for a moment. “Now, you will notice that there are four empty chairs. We’re going to do something a little different tonight; the millionaire wheel.” Regis turned to see the two people rolling out the large wheel onto the circular stage. “This is a wheel with the names of the thirty secondaries and tertiaries of Sean’s crazy staff. This is the only fair way to include them. Millionaire wheel!” exclaimed Regis, “Let’s play!” Regis stood up and gave the wheel a good spin. Then, everything froze.
“Hey, Meagan, you wanna watch too?” Sean Sporman asked as he held the remote control that had currently frozen the picture. He and some of his friends were watching the recording that had been filmed two days ago.
“Sure, cutie!” Meagan happily responded.
Heather Allgood, Jordan Reeves and Andy Blackerby were all watching as well.
The camera still angled on the wheel, it began to spin once more. The music that normally accompanied the “fastest finger” event was also being played during this. “Alright, we’re coming up on choice number one!” The wheel spun slower and slower until it came to a complete stop on “Lucy C.” “That’s Lucy Camden.” Regis said, as the dramatic chord played that normally accompanied a correct answer played. “Spin number two, here we go!” As Lucy walked onto the stage, Regis spun the wheel again.
“Let us see who will be honored by sitting in seat number eight.” As the wheel once again slowed, it finally came to a stop. This one stopped on “Tiffany D.” “Tiffany Davidson, come on down!” Regis blushed, “I always wanted to say that!” The crowd laughed.
Tiffany walked onto the stage and Regis spun the cool-looking wheel yet again. “Number nine, will you please not be late? Oh, wait, that was for eight.” Once more, the crowd laughed. The wheel came to a stop on “Emily H.” “That’s one of the three transfers from Crenshaw County. Get up here!”
“And now,” as Emily walked onto the stage, “The final contestant! Let’s go!”
The wheel began to spin. “Who will it be this time?” As the wheel once more began to slow down, it finally came to a stop on a space numbered “1234”. “Oh my goodness!” Regis exclaimed. “It’s the audience poll. Audience, you will see four choices on your keypad display. Please pick one…starting…now!” The music played again for about ten seconds and then came to an abrupt stop.
“Alright, now who were the choices?” Regis asked rhetorically. “A was Ben Smith, B was Liz Larson, C was Jonathan Reeves and D was Brooke Stephens. Who will it be?” Regis looked at the screen and announced the winner. “That’s Jonathan Reeves, Jordan’s crazy brother who will be contestant number ten!” As Jonathan sat down, the wheel was taken off of the stage and Regis stood in his normal place when about to ask the “fastest finger” question. “Alright, I’m pretty sure you know how to do the fastest finger question. List these Star Trek series, in the order the first premiered, starting with the latest. Go, now! The Original Series…The Next Generation…Deep Space Nine…and Voyager.” After a couple more seconds the music stopped. “Now, let’s see who got it right!” There was a brief pause. “Wow! Everyone got it right! Now, let’s see who got in the fastest time. That’s Heather Allgood, beating out Sean Sporman by one one-hundredths of a second.” Heather smiled and jumped for joy as she walked out onto the stage. She then sat in the hot seat. “Alright, when we come back, Heather is going to try to become the world’s youngest Millionaire, stay tuned!”
“This was a cool thing, wasn’t it?” Sean asked in the room they were watching the recording in as the tape fast-forwarded.
“Yes! You bet!” Heather replied.
“I have to agree.” Jordan added.
“Stop the tape! Here I am!” Heather exclaimed and Sean did as told.
The camera focused on a viewscreen that displayed the Millionaire logo and then panned to show the center of the stage where Heather Allgood sat in one seat and Regis, the host, in another.
“Welcome back!” Regis proclaimed. He then turned to Heather. “Well, here is our youngest contestant yet! Heather Allgood, fifteen years old, a beautiful sophomore that now is third in command of a building bigger than Sears Tower! There goes my job…” The crowd laughed. “So, Heather, how do you feel about being first?”
Heather smiled. “Well Regis, it’s great. I actually beat Sean at a Star Trek question!” The crowd laughed.
“That’s good. So, tell us a little more about yourself.” Regis stated.
“Well, you know my name and age. Besides that, I am third in command of Hueytown Academy, which is the coolest school I’ve ever seen.”
Regis gasped aloud. “This is a teenager saying school is cool! That’s great!” The crowd laughed yet again. “So, who is with you here in New York City?”
“Well, besides my boyfriend Sean—“
Regis did a fake wolf whistle. “Gracious, school is a soap opera now!” Once more, the crowd laughed.
“Besides Sean and my friends from the school, my mother is in the crowd.”
“Hello, Mrs. Allgood.” Regis greeted. “Feeling well.”
“Just fine, Regis.” Mrs. Allgood replied.
“It says here,” Regis began, looking at his screen, “That you are a teacher.”
“Yes I am.”
“And, now that your daughter is an assistant principal, if you started working at that school she would be in a higher position than you! Sheesh! This is nuts!” The crowd laughed. “No, I’m just kidding. Ok. Heather, you know about the lifelines: Ask the Audience and 50/50. Now, Phone a Friend will be a little bit different tonight. You will call one of my friends because you have too many here.”
“Oh, boy.” Sean said from the sidelines and the crowd laughed.
“And,” Regis added, “For all of you out there, you can play with Heather using ABC.com’s enhanced TV.”
“Are you ready?” Regis asked.
“You bet!” Heather replied.
“Then, let’s play!” Regis exclaimed. The lights in the studio suddenly shifted and then the fast-paced, upbeat music that accompanied the first five questions began. “Ok. Here is your first question, worth one hundred dollars!”
Heather nodded, ready.
Regis began to read the question. “What is the name of the body that orbits the Earth? A: Sun, B: Moon, C: Jupiter, D: Ear.” The crowd laughed at the last answer.
“That would be B: the moon.” Heather replied instantly.
“Final answer?” asked Regis.
“Yes.” Heather replied.
“And, she is right for $100!” The musical chord played and audience applauded. “Now, for two hundred dollars, here it is!”
“What is your power source if you are using solar energy? A: Sun; B: Propane; C: Water; D: Energizer Bunny.” The crowd once again laughed the last answer.
“I know that one is A and that is my final answer.”
“And, she knows for $200!” The musical chord played again and the audience applauded again. “Two hundred dollar level, big deal.”
“Are you trying to insult me, Regis?” Heather asked. The crowd laughed.
“Not at all. So, here it comes for three hundred dollars!”
“What is the main mascot of the video game system, Nintendo 64? A: Mario; B: Pikachu; C: Peach; D: Regis Philbin.” The crowd yet again laughed at the last answer. “I’m a mascot!” Regis exclaimed, and on cue the crowd laughed again.
“I’ve played this with Sean and Jordan. That would be A: Mario.” Heather responded to the question.
“Final?” Regis asked.
“Yes!” Heather exclaimed.
“Mario it is for $300!” Regis replied, as the musical chord played and audience clapped. “Now, let’s go for $500 dollars.”
“What part of the character Pinocchio grows when he tells a lie? A: Nose; B: Ear; C: Arm; D: Leg.”
“As crazy as it is it’s a for my final answer!” Heather exclaimed.
“Right she is for $500!” Musical chord and applause. “Now, she is going to try for one thousand dollars! Let’s play!” The music continued in the background.
“Here’s the question! Which of these fictional characters does not star in the Looney Tunes cartoons? A: Bugs Bunny; B: Elmer Fudd; C: Buster Bunny; D: Daffy Duck.”
“I know my cartoons. I am going to go with C: Buster Bunny.” Heather answered.
“Is that your final answer?” Regis inquired.
“Yes it is!” replied Heather.
There was a tense two seconds. “And, she is now the world’s youngest thousandaire! She has gotten it right!” Musical chord once more, but this one longer and more dramatic as well as the usual applause. “Yes! Oh, great!” Heather exclaimed.
“When we come back, Heather is going for two thousand dollars and possibly more. Stay tuned!”
While there was a ten-minute break in filming in the mysterious ABC studio that’s name was not known, two Federation starships named Enterprise were docked to a drydock in orbit around the planet.
One was the Enterprise-D, which was given to Sean and his good friends by Federation captain Jean-Luc Picard when Heather and Sean had decided to go to the future. This Galaxy-class vessel was docked in the bottom dock. This particular starship had been severely damaged just days earlier by a Klingon Temporal Terrorist vessel. It was now being repaired.
In the top dock was the Enterprise-E, a newer and more advanced Sovereign-class starship, now commanded by Jean-Luc Picard. The crew of the Enterprise-E was supervising the repairs of Sporman’s Enterprise-D for the next week-and-a-half.
On the bridge of this vessel, Captain Picard had called his android second officer, Commander Data, to his ready room to discuss an important matter. The android sat across of Picard’s desk.
“Commander, the Federation council has expressed serious concerns about the contamination of this past timeline. They want us to maintain an extended presence on the planet.”
“I understand.” Replied Data, “Though I must admit that Mister Sporman and his allies have maintained temporal contamination to a minimum.”
Picard nodded. “I fully agree, Mister Data. However, Mister Sporman and his advanced school have an increasing number of enemies made over the two weeks since he received the technology. Now that the Dominion War has ended and the Federation Reconstruction Project has begun and the Starfleet has been restored past the ten thousand-vessel requirement, we have been assigned to form the Federation Proto-Council.”
“Fascinating.” Responded Data, “Who will be the commander of this mission?”
“While Commander Riker and I will supervise the proto-council, you will be the official commander.”
“Thank you, Captain. I look forward to the experience.” Replied Data.
Back in the ABC studios, unknown to all of the staff of Hueytown Academy, an enemy sat in wait near the very back of the crowd. While the recording was on a break, this enemy, named June Gabert, prepared to strike.
She pulled her personal type-one phaser out of her pocket and then fired at the supports of the chair next to her. Jacob Allison, who was in the chair next to June and had been shockingly revealed to be a disliker of Spormanworld, fell out of the chair. June giggled to herself as Jacob kicked a man she did not know next to her. June then fired a stronger beam and everyone in the row fell out of his or her chairs. The people in that row began to argue among each other.
“What did you do that for?” asked Jonathan Reeves. June did not respond and smiled as she saw that none of Sean’s friends were down on the stage. She had successfully started her riot on the Millionaire set.
On the bridge of the Enterprise-E, an alert klaxon at Data’s console went off. “Commander,” Commander William Riker, first officer of the Enterprise-E, stood up and walked behind Data, “I’m detecting phaser fire only meters away from the staff are currently located.”
“Yellow alert.” ordered Riker, who then tapped his combadge. “Riker to Sporman.”
“Sporman here.” Replied Sean over the comm channel.
“Our high-resolution sensors have picked up phaser fire near your current location.”
“We’ll check on it.” Responded Sporman.
“Inform us if your require reinforcements, Riker out.”
“What is it?” inquired Heather Allgood to Sean Sporman, as they were in the back rooms of the Millionaire set.
“Commander Riker said the Enterprise picked up phaser fire near my location. We should check it out. Heather, Meagan, with me. Jordan, stay here and keep an eye on the rest of these people.”
“Sure.” Jordan responded, as Sean and the two girls walked out into the set.
What they saw was a chaotic riot with people attacking each other in many different ways. Even Regis Philbin did not escape this madness, as he lay unconscious on the floor.
“What a mess!” Sporman exclaimed, when suddenly he saw a phaser point in his face. But, it was neither June or Peyton’s phaser. Meagan Hall was holding that phaser.
“Meagan! What are you doing?” Heather tried to inquire, but Meagan did not respond.
“Give it up, Sean. I’m taking over.” Sean’s eyes widened when Meagan’s voice was one hundred percent serious.
Sean Sporman was still in shock as Meagan Hall actually fired her phaser. Heather Allgood pushed him out of the way of the beam while avoiding the beam herself. Quickly, she got out her tricorder and did a quick scan as Meagan’s phaser beam hit the hot seat computer, which exploded in a shower of sparks.
“Sean!” Heather exclaimed, “She’s under mind control! There’s a telepathic modulator on her neck!”
As Sean prepared to fire his phaser on a precise setting at Meagan’s neck to disable the telepathic modulator, someone kicked his phaser out of his hand and to the other side of the stage. That someone was June Gabert.
“June!” Sean exclaimed. “I should have known that you were behind this!”
“I’m not controlling Meagan’s mind,” admitted June, “But, I do have a surprise for you!” June tapped her own combadge and looked around as Sean, Heather, Meagan and Regis dematerialized.
“Now, to wreak havoc on the rest of New York City!” June proclaimed as she walked out of the devastated Millionaire set, now completely empty as the crowd had been evacuated from the first phaser shot.
Sean Sporman, Heather Allgood, Meagan Hall and the rest of the visiting staff of Hueytown Academy materialized on the bridge of their starship, the USS Enterprise-D, much to the shock of Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge and Lieutenant McDougal, who were repairing the five aft consoles.
“Mister Sporman?” La Forge inquired, as he put down his repair tools.
“You can thank our arch enemy, Commander. June Gabert surprised us and beamed us up.” Sean looked at Meagan and sighed as she fallen unconscious, a side affect when telepathic influence was suddenly broken.
Commander La Forge looked at an aged man in a tuxedo, a sharp contrast from the Starfleet uniforms the others were wearing.
“Who’s this?”
Andy Blackerby responded, “That’s Regis, the host of the Gameshow we were supposed to star in.”
“This could violate the Temporal Prime Directive, but he does need medical assistance.” McDougal stated.
“I have an idea.” Sean replied with a smile.
In Holodeck two of the Galaxy-class starship Enterprise-D, Regis Philbin awoke to see the ceiling of the familiar New York Hospital, number forty-seven. “Hey, doc! Where are you? How did I get away from that crazy freckled girl?”
In disguise as a typical terran doctor, the Emergency Medical Hologram that came with the Shuttlecraft Hawking walked in. “Will you calm down, Mister?”
Regis grew red in the face. “Listen to me, I’m Regis! You can’t tell me what to do!”
The doctor was also growing agitated. “Now see here! This is a medical facility, I don’t care if you are the president of the Federation, and you will let me treat you!”
“And just what in Millionaire is the Federation, you blabbermouth!” retorted Regis.
“Blabbermouth!” The doctor stammered, “You want to tell me what you are, sir! Act civilized!”
Regis sat up in his bed. “Civilized! You?” Regis laughed. “More like the civil war!”
“Uh, uh! War between the states!” responded a bearded man who had walked into the room.
“And just who are you?” Regis screamed, “I had better put up a civil defense.”
“Uh, uh, uh!” replied the bearded man, “War between the states defense.” There was a small pause. “I’m Tony Lee of the Confederate Protectorate Agency.”
“Yeah!” The doctor added, “And just what would you say if the south won?”
Tony Lee smiled. “Well, then you could call it the civil war.” Then, he walked off as Regis shrugged his shoulders in unknowing at the doctor.
Lucy Camden and Sean Sporman overlooked the massive stellar cartography screen from the circular platform that was rimmed with LCARS panels that controlled these screens. Prominent on these screens was a three-dimensional view of the planet Earth.
“Well, according to this,” Lucy stated with a smile while working on one of these panels, “June is still in New York, but it might as well be Angel Grove.”
Sean chuckled. “So, you have seen Power Rangers?”
“With two younger siblings,” replied Lucy, “You bet!”
“Can the high-resolution sensors make out what she is in?” inquired Sean.
“Some kind of battle vehicle.” Responded Lucy. On the screen, there was a partially fuzzy image of a battle vehicle, overflowing with weapons.
“Where does she get this stuff?” Sean asked.
“I believe I have an answer for that.” Sean turned around and saw that it was Heather Allgood, entering the massive room in her Starfleet uniform and holding a PADD. Sean smiled at the beautiful sophomore as she continued her explanation. “Commander Data and I have recently examined a hull fragment from the tank that June used when she destroyed the original school with the help of Erin Wesson.”
“Fascinating.” Sean said, paying full attention to Heather. “Go on.”
“Well, we have found verteron particles on the hull of the vessel.”
Lucy Camden had also been paying attention. “That would indicate that it had passed through a wormhole.”
“Precisely,” Heather continued, “but we also found triflagurine decay on the hull fragment.”
Sean stood up. “The mirror universe.”
“Right again.” Heather responded, smiling at Sean,
“So, the Terran Alliance must not have been broken up.” Sean replied, “That means that there could be a potential invasion of the Federation, using our spatial transportation technology.”
“And, that’s a bad thing?” Lucy inquired, not completely knowing of the mirror universe.
“Yes.” Responded Sean, “They are the antitheses of the United Federation of Planets. That should explain everything.”
“It does.” Lucy replied quietly.
Sporman then tapped his combadge. “Sporman to bridge.”
“Meagan here. Hello, cutie. Sorry about that attack…”
“It’s perfectly o.k. I need you to run a penetrating spatial scan type 7 of the nearby space. That way, we can make sure people don’t disappear.”
“Of course. Meagan out.”
The crew of the USS Enterprise-E was hard at work as well. Interference from future cultures, alternate universes as they may be, had to be prevented from happening once more, since the alliance from the alternate universe was not a benevolent culture.
“Captain, I think I have found something.” Geordi La Forge stated from one of the science consoles on the bridge of the Sovereign-class starship. “A disruption in space. Obviously a cloaked vessel.”
“Red alert!” Picard ordered, returning to his command chair as the klaxons began to blare. “Contact the other Enterprise. Inform them we have found the enemy vessel.”
“Understood, Enterprise.” Kay Lindsay reported from Communications. “Sean, the enemy has been found.”
“Thank you. Red alert! Prepare for departure sequence.” Sean ordered, sitting down.
“External view, Sean?” Heather, who sat by Sean, asked smiling.
“Of course. Did you get the Star Trek music installed?”
Heather still smiled. “Of course. Ready for activation.”
“Well then…” Sean paused for a moment. “Take us out.”
The Galaxy-class starship began to slowly depart from the Federation drydock. Below the Enterprise-D, the Enterprise-E also began to depart from the dock. It was truly a magnificent sight.
After about thirty seconds, both ships had fully departed the spacedock.
“Keep us twenty-five hundred kilometers from the E and match their speed.”
From the helm, Jordan nodded and then turned toward Sean. “I’m I being demoted.”
Sean rolled his eyes. “Jordan, we’ve been through this. I have priorities. Heather is near the very top of the list.”
Heather smiled at Sean again. “Thank you, sweetie.”
“Blasted mind control. Boosting Sporman’s ego hour by hour.” Reeves whispered to his self.
“I heard that, Acting Ensign Reeves!” Sean exclaimed, as Heather began to laugh.
In Times Square, one of the main streets of the American city named New York, one vehicle stood above the rest. It was June’s combined starship/battle vehicle that she had named the Destructor.
Inside the vehicle, June Gabert sat alone in the computer-laden cockpit. “Computer, activate megaphone.”
Unlike the friendly LCARS panels and computer voices of Sean’s Federation technology, this technology was older and a mix of what Sean had called “Okudagrams” and some LCARS-type panels and even some primitive physical buttons.
“Citizens of New York City, this is your worst nightmare. Now, listen to me. Surrender your entire bank’s supply of United States dollars and bring them to this vehicle or I will destroy your Sears Tower. You have one hour.” June began to laugh in the cockpit as she saw people running toward the banks.
“The enemy vessel is decloaking!” Meagan Hall exclaimed as the crew’s eyes were riveted on the main viewscreen. It was a Klingon Vorcha class cruiser that sensors identified as D-17 class of the alternate universe.
“They are hailing.” Reported Kay Lindsay from communications.
“On screen.” Jordan ordered before Sean could.
On the viewscreen, a disheveled Julian Bashir sat in the captain’s chair. In the real universe of Starfleet, Julian Bashir was a well-known Doctor. However, in the alternate universe he was a “captain” for the recently resurrected Terran Alliance.
“Captain Bashir,” Sean stated, “Are you here to find the escaped Cardassian-Klingon Alliance escapees.”
Slowly standing up, Bashir glared at Sporman, “Listen, kid I don’t know how you got two starships, but I’m not with the sniveling Terran Alliance anymore. We have found an ally.”
“Sean,” Heather whispered to Sean, “The Enterprise has set up the three-way.”
“Well, you may not know of me. But, certainly you know of our universe’s Captain Jean-Luc Picard.”
“Then you must be Sporman!” Bashir snapped the comm channel off as the Enterprise-D shook from a disruptor blast.
“Heather, Meagan, with me. Jordan, you and Lucy with the superintendents, take the saucer.” Sporman said as he stood up with Heather and Meagan in the emergency turbo lift to the Battle Bridge.
“Understood.” Responded Jordan as he took his seat in the Captain’s chair.
“Oh, Jordan,” Sean said, with his left arm holding the turbolift open, “You are still a good friend.”
Jordan smiled.
“I just like Heather a lot more. By a factor of millions!” Sean smiled as the turbolift doors closed.
It had not been an hour, but June had seen a military tank approach in an attack her. Before she could turn, the tank had fired at her. She turned in shock as she heard a heavy projectile smash into the side of her battle vehicle, the Destructor.
Looking at one of her computer displays, she saw that there was a breach where the projectile had impacted deck five. She snapped her fingers. “Of course! I forgot the shields.” She tapped a sequence on a control panel just as the tank fired again.
This time the projectile disintegrated harmlessly against the shields. She laughed as the officers in the tank scrambled out just as her own phaser bank fired and destroyed the tank in a brilliant explosion.
It had been done. June Gabert was now an official enemy of the United States Military.
“Data, is he responding to hails at all?” Captain Picard asked for the fourth time on the bridge of the Enterprise-E.
“Negative, Captain.” Data replied. “The Enterprise-D is initiating saucer separation.”
“Then we should do the same,” replied Picard, “Data, and Troi, with me to the battle bridge. Number one, take command of the saucer and initiate plan three-c.”
“Aye, sir.” Replied Riker. “Computer, note as of this star time that Picard is taking command of the battle bridge of Enterprise-E.”
On the battle bridge of the Enterprise-D, Sean Sporman sat in the command chair while Meagan Hall manned tactical and Heather Allgood sat at helm. “Unlocking connection latches.” Reported Meagan.
“Drifting at 300 kilometers per hour from saucer section in five, four, three, two, one.” Heather stopped her count when she heard the latches disconnect with a mechanical thunk.
On the Enterprise-E’s saucer section, Commander Riker smiled as he watched the Enterprise-D’s own saucer section slowly drift away from its star drive section.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been at the helm.” Geordi commented as he saw, on the viewscreen, the Vorcha class cruiser fired a photon torpedo at the saucer sections still unshielded docking connection latches.
Riker actually smiled. “Well, Geordi, it looks like you will have to work the night shift.”
Geordi rolled his mechanical eyes. “I look forward to it.”
“Return fire!” Jordan ordered on the bridge of the saucer section of the Enterprise-D.
Lucy Camden, now at Tactical, since Andy Blackerby had been knocked unconscious, replied, “Direct hit! Their forward shields are starting to buckle!”
“Yes, it looks like the other three sections are opening fire!” Kay Lindsay observed from the communications station.
“And, our shields are back online!” Lucy Camden reported.
“Another vessel is approaching!” Heather Allgood reported on the bridge of the Enterprise-D’s battle section. “It’s June’s attack vessel! She’s opening a transmission to the Vorcha class.”
“Meagan, tell Picard and Riker and Jordan to stop their attack. Heather, see if you can intercept the transmission and put it on our screen.”
Meagan reported first. “Understood by all three sections, Sean.”
Then, Heather reported. “I have the transmission. It was on a frequency of twelve point four seven isohertz.”
“Great. Let’s see what is next.” Sean said as he looked at the viewscreen.
He saw the face of the Captain Bashir of the alternate universe on one side of the screen. On the other, June sat in her Destructor. “June, what do you have to report?”
“I’m the leader here!” June snapped back.
“Sorry.” Bashir replied.
“I didn’t get the money because you came crying like a baby for help!” June retorted.
“Listen here, these are the two Enterprises attacking me here, we have to use the phase cloak!” Bashir replied.
Sean then signaled to stop the transmission intercept. “A phase cloak! Open a transmission to Picard, now!”
“Captain,” Counselor Troi reported, “Incoming transmission from Sean Sporman.”
“On screen.” Ordered Picard.
“According to a transmission intercept, we have to report that June and Captain Bashir have a phase cloak on their starships.”
“That explains the recent theft of Admiral Pressman’s prototype phase cloak once used on the Pegasus from the Tarsus Seven orbital lab.” Picard replied.
“But how did they get two?” inquired Troi.
“Apparently Captain Bashir had some help in developing the second one.” Picard responded.
“They are cloaking!” Data reported calmly.
“Fire phasers!” Picard ordered, but it was too late. The two had cloaked out of phase.
“Principal’s Log, day three, while the Millionaire episode was aborted due to June’s attack and the Enterprise-D was damaged even further, but we have some success. Thanks to forgazine gas, the memories of the New Yorkers involved in June’s attack have been erased. Also, the Federation Proto-council Headquarters has been constructed inside our playground.”
The Federation Proto-council Headquarters was a large building inside an even bigger one. Several people stood in one of the control centers, including the official commander of the council, Captain Data, recently promoted by the real Federation Council of the twenty-fourth century.
“Well, that was some adventure.” Meagan Hall commented. Sean smiled.
“I agree.” Replied Lucy.
“Do you think we will find June?” asked Heather Allgood.
“Oh, she’ll be back. It’s only a matter of when.” Sean responded. “Only a matter of time.”
On the next exciting episode of Gopher’s Gateway:
Time travel! Sean Sporman finds himself in his seventh grade year to make a great year even better…