Kobiashi Q (part 1)
PRESENTING!...
From the man who last summer brought you "Star Drek: The Worst Generation"
(the ONLY parody ever to be flamed to death before it ever got written):
KOBIASHI MARU
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"Now hold it right there!", comes a disembodied voice. With a flash of
white light, Q appears upon the author's computer screen. "You know the
First Law of the Continuum," declares Q. "`All episodes, stories and
parodies staring yours truly MUST have my name in the title.'"
Sorry, Q. I forgot.
PRESENTING!...
KOBIASHI Q
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"No, no, no! That will not due either! May I remind you of the Second
Law of the CONTINUUM? `All Q titles must be either cryptic or unrelated
to the story being presented.' Given this fact may I make a suggestion?"
Before the author can object, Q snaps his fingers and creates a brass
fanfare. With accompanying fireworks, of course.
"PRESENTING!...
Q. C.
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There! How's that?", inquires a smiling Q.
Q. C.? Cutesie?!
"Would you rather 'Q. T. Pi'?", Q asks, then falls to the bottom of the
screen, laughing at his own joke.
Arrrgh! With a snap of the author's fingers, Guinian suddenly appears in
a second flash of white light. "Q, how'd you like me to peirce your
other hand?", Guinian asks. And to emphasize her point, Guinian suddenly
raises her hand to show Q a three-pronged fork. With a gulp, both Q and
Guinian disappear with a third flash of white light.
Ahem! As I was saying: PRESENTING!...
KOBIASHI Q
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[Part 1]
Ensign Wesley Crusher, Personal Log:
Dear Mom-
Well, I've done it. I've finished my first semester
here at Star fleet Academy. The professors say that due to
both my experience on the Enterprise, and my advanced
intelligence, I'll be able complete my studies here in
just two years. Most of my classmates are Vulcans, since I
am in effect following the special program in the Academy
set up for specifically for Vulcans.
As an added incentive, tomorrow I get my first taste of
the ultimate test here at the Academy: the Kobiashi Maru.
I'll be sitting at the Navigation Station, just like I did
on the Enterprise.
To be honest, Mom, I'm glad I'll not be sitting in the
Captain's Chair. I may be good with the sciences and
machines, but command still scares me a little. Well,
that's all for now. I guess I'm just a little too excited
to write any more. I'll write again tomorrow and tell you
how long we lasted before the ship was blown up from under
us.
I miss you.
All my love,
WESLEY
WESLEY reads his latest letter to his mother, smiles, and sends it off
via subspace electronic mail. Too excited to sleep, WESLEY leaves his
room and heads over to the rec area, intent on finding someone to beat at
3-D chess. Or at least provide a small challenge to.
"Queen to Queen's Level 3. Check and mate. I win!"
"Hmm. Not quite. Queen to King's Level 1. Counter check. Sorry,
Scotty, but this one's a draw."
"I. Don't. Believe it. How in the world do you do it, Wesley? You
manage to either beat me or cause a draw every time we play! Please, tell
me your secret! I'm begging you!"
As Wesley falls off his chair, laughing, Scotty resets the holographic 3-D
chess board, intent on yet another game with his arch chess rival, Cadet
Wesley Crusher. Grumbling, Scotty reviews the computer's record of the game,
trying to find his latest mistake in yet another almost perfect game.
"You know, Scotty," Wesley says, recovering, "we can play from now until
the Warp 10 barrier is cracked, and you'll still not play a perfect game.
Face it, you can't beat the Big-E's Wonder Kid."
"Wonder Dweeb is more like it.", Scotty replies. "Ah ha! There's were I
goofed. By sacrificing that pawn, I left myself open for your endgame
assault."
"True, but if you didn't sacrifice the pawn, I would've been able to take
your Knight 5 moves earlier, and you wouldn't have been able to position
yourself for your final assault. Instead, all you would've done is defend
against me instead of counter-attacking like you did. Sorry, Scotty, but
you made the right move there, even though it was a loosing move."
"Sigh. Then where did I goof?", Scotty asks Wesley.
"I hate to say this, but it was when you sacrificed your first knight."
"Back on move 47?! That long ago in the game? But if I didn't sacrifice
it, you would've-"
"Taken your bishop, a weaker piece in this game, instead. And, once I
took your bishop, you could've safely captured my queen with your rook
without sacrificing it in the process."
"Wow. I didn't see that possibility. I guess I'm just not in your league,
Wesley."
"Maybe not when the semester began and we first met, but now you're
getting better. You would never have been able to put me in check before
we started out weekly games, but look at you now. I was actually
defending during the endgame. That's a first for our games.
Congratulations, Montgomery Scott the Third, you have advanced to the next
level in three dimensional chess mastery."
Overhearing Wesley's 'announcement', the other cadets in the lounge give
Scotty a standing ovation, much to Scotty's embarrassment. Welsey again
falls off his chair laughing. Even the Vulcans present seem amused at
the events going on, although they do try to hide it from the rest of the
cadets.
"If you two fellows are done fooling around, may I remind you that you
both have to report at 8 tomorrow morning for your test?", comes the
commanding voice from behind Wesley. Both Scotty and Wesley look up to
see who's joined them, them both jump to attention upon recognizing the
Captain who's standing there.
"Sorry, sir! " both say in unison. The rest of the cadets in the lounge
remain quiet, trying not to draw attention to themselves.
"Well...", the Captain says, "see that you two get enough rest tonight.
Remember, no one has ever lived through the Kobiashi Maru test."
"No one except Admiral Kirk, sir." Wesley says, then immediately regrets
saying it.
"That bug has been eliminated from the program!", the Captain replies,
not pleased at Wesley at all. "I expect a high score from you, Cadet
Crusher, seeing how you have first hand experience at these things." Not
waiting for Wesley's response, the Captain leaves the lounge.
"I- I think we better get to bed early tonight, Wes.", Scotty suggests.
"I agree.", Wesley replies as both head out of the lounge.
"Wesley!"
"Just a few more minutes, Mom", comes Wesley's mumbled reply to the voice
intruding on his sleep.
"Wesley! Get up! We're going to be late for the test!", Scotty insists,
stripping the covers off of his roommate in the process.
"The test!", Wesley realizes as he sets a new Academy record for getting
dressed. Both rush though the academy, arriving at the testing center just
in time. Wesley takes his position at the Navigation console, while
Scotty takes his position at Ops.
"Now that our two whiz kids have been kind enough to grant us with there
presence, let the test begin.", comes the voice of the Captain over the
Com speakers. "Good luck, Cadets, You'll need it."
As the test progresses, Wesley is amazed at how unrealistic the "ultimate
test of the academy" really is. More than once, Scotty smiles as Wesley
comments to him of how easy the test is. The cadets last for a decent
amount of time, but no where near record time.
As the smoke clears, the cadets are called to attention as the Captain
enters the simulation chamber. "Well, cadets, that was... interesting.
You lasted far longer than was expected for a group of first-timers.
However, all of you could've done much better. With some more training,
you're test score should show improvement.
"However, one of you felt this test was too easy."
{Uh, oh. I think I'm in trouble now.}, Wesley thinks, waiting for the
chewing out that's sure to come in the next few minutes.
"Pray tell us, Mr. Crusher, what makes you think this test was too easy?
You, like the rest of the cadets here, did die in the test."
"Permission to speak frankly, sir?", Wesley asks before answering.
"Granted", says the Captain, still behind Wesley, pleased with the
request.
"Sir, the test does not reflect current real life situations. Granted,
the Klingons in the original test have been replaced with Romulans. Also,
granted that both the 'bridge' and the Romulan's ship have been updated to
current technology levels. However, the situation is still one that can
not accure in real life. Maybe a hundred years ago in Admiral Kirk's
time, but not today."
"Well, now, is that a fact?", the Captain asks, walking around the
'bridge' to face Wesley.
"Q!", Wesley says, seeing who the 'Captain' really is. Sweat breaks out
on Wesley's forehead, nervous over what Q may do.
"Seeing as how Cadet Crusher thinks this test is too easy," Q continues to
the cadets. No one except Wesley realizes this is not the Captain who's
in charge of their class. "You will all retake the test. But at a much
harder level!"
Q snaps his fingers, and all the cadets are teleported off of the mock
bridge in a flash of white light.
<<< To be continued....>>>
Kobiashi Q (part 2)
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"Ensign Crusher, ahead warp factor 3. Engage."
"Huh?" As he looks around, Wesley notices he's sitting at an Navigation
Station, and as he turns to his left, he notices his roommate Scotty
sitting at an Ops Station. A very familiar looking Ops station. As Wesley
completes his turn to face the back of the bridge, he's surprised to see
Lt. Cmdr. Data sitting in the Captain's Chair.
"Data, what's going on here?", Wesley asks the android.
"Is there a problem with your memory, Mr. Crusher?", Data asks in
response. "You are onboard the Enterprise, assigned here for your cadet
cruise. Now, is there a problem with my order?"
Turning quickly back to face his station, Wesley replies, "No, sir!
Ahead warp factor 3. I- I just felt a little disoriented for a second,
sir."
"If it happens again, report immediately to Sickbay, Mr. Crusher.",
orders Data.
"Aye, sir.", replies Wesley.
"Psst! Wesley! What's wrong with you?", whispers Scotty so that only
Wesley can hear him.
"I- I don't know.", Wesley whispers back. "Last thing I remember, we had
just taken the Kobiashi Maru test, and were getting chewed out by the
Captain for our poor performance. I could've sworn when I saw the
Captain, he wasn't who he was suppose to be. But- I can't remember who
he was."
"Mr. Crusher, if you'll forgive the pun, I'm crushed! How can you forget
me?"
Turning around again, Wesley sees Q sitting in the Captain's Chair
instead of Data. Everyone else on the bridge but himself and Q are
frozen in place. "So, I wasn't imaging things.", comments Wesley, trying
to appear unafraid.
"Wesley, who is this?" Turning towards his right, Wesley can see that
Scotty is also moving, and has also turned to face Q.
"This, Scotty, is Q. An old adversary of Captain Picard, and the rest
of the Enterprise."
"Scotty... Scotty.... Now where have I heard that name before? Ah, yes!
The engineer of the old Enterprise. How's your grandfather doing these
days, Scotty? Still playing with those tinker toys he calls an engine?"
"My- my grandfather is dead.", replies Scotty, not sure of how to
respond. He's heard from Wesley of what Q's done the past times he's
appeared onboard the Enterprise.
"Oh. I forgot how short a life span you humans have. Be proud that you
knew him. He's one of the few humans I'll miss."
Before either Wesley or Scotty can react, Q continues. "But I digress.
You asked what was going here, Wesley. Well, I'll tell you. You, and
the rest of your class, are going to retake that test you found so
unrealistic back in the academy. Only this time, I've updated it so it
will be VERY realistic." With a flash of light, Q disappears and the
rest of the bridge crew resumes moving as if nothing is wrong.
"Data, we've just been visited by Q!", Wesley says as soon as Data
reappears.
"Visited by who, Ensign Crusher?", asks Data.
"Uh, uh!", comes Q's disembodied voice which only Wesley can apparently
hear. "I've erased the memory of me from anyone who may know me.
Everyone, except you. I want you to remember what it is you've gotten
yourself, and your classmates, into."
"Wes, I thinks we's in trouble now.", Scotty says.
"You hear him too Scots?"
"Yes. And I don't like it. How realistic do you think this will be?"
"Fully.", Welsey says with a shudder.
"Sir, I'm receiving a distress call!", reports the cadet at the
Communications Station.
"On speakers.", responds Data.
"Here we go!", Scotty WHISPERS to Wesley.
"... imperative!", comes the frightened voice through the static. "This
is the Kobiashi Maru, nineteen periods out of Altair IV. We've struck a
gravitational mine, and have lost both impulse and warp drive. We're
adrift, currently..."
"Ensign, open a hailing frequency.", orders Data.
"Hailing frequency open, sir. Communications established. Putting their
captain on screen.", responds the communation's cadet.
"Ensign, while I do appreciate your enthusiasm, wait for my command next
time. I may have not wanted visual contact.", informs Data.
"Yes, sir.", replies the communications cadet, dejected.
"Kobiashi Maru, this is the Enterprise. What is your current position?",
Data says as the Kobiashi Maru's captain appears on the main view screen.
"Enterprise, we are currently adrift in the Gamma Hydra quadrant, Sector
Ten.", replies the captain.
"Sir, that's within the Romulan neutral zone.", informs Scotty.
"Acknowledged, Maru. Understood, Ensign Scott. We will arrive shortly to
assist. Any Romulans within your sensor range?", asks Data.
"Our sensors are also out, Enterprise. None were detected during our
last sc-" The picture of the Kobiashi Maru's captain is suddenly
replaced by the view of the stars around the Enterprise.
"Sir, we've lost contact with the Kobiashi Maru. Attempting to
re-establish.", informs the cadet at communications.
"Inform me once communications are back, ensign. Mr. Crusher, plot a
course towards the Gamma Hydra quadrant, Warp 8. Engage when ready."
"Engaging, sir. May I suggest raising shields as a precaution until we
arrive at the Maru, sir?"
"Stop using preknowledge!", whispers Scotty.
"An excellent suggestion, Mr. Crusher. Go to yellow alert. Raise
shields.", orders Data.
"Sir, do you wish me to report to Engineering?", Wesley asks Data.
"Negative. You're the most experienced navigations officer currently
onboard. If Geordie requires you in Engineering, he'll call for you."
"Sir!", Wesley turns around in surprise to Data's statement. "If I may
be so bold, just how many noncadets are currently onboard?"
"Myself, Lt. Cmdr. Laforge, and Dr. Crusher. Everyone else is either a
cadet or a recent graduate of the academy. Now, please tend your
station, Mr. Crusher. I understand your concern, but we must render
assistance while it is safe for us to do so."
"Aye, sir", Wesley says, turning back to his station. As he passes
Scotty, he can see him visibly shaking at the new knowledge that there
are only three experienced officers onboard, four counting Wesley.
"Sir, where is everyone else from the regular crew?", Wesley asks Data
without looking away from his station.
"The Enterprise is only a training vessel, Mr. Crusher, as you should know
by now. There is no regular crew. Is your disorientation returning?"
"No, sir.", replies Wesley. {Damn that Q!}, Wesley thinks to himself.
In his head, Wesley can hear Q's laughter at his fustration.
A few minutes later, Wesley informs Data that the Enterprise has entered
the neutral zone. Five minutes after that, Scotty reports finding the
Kobiashi Maru on sensors, still adrift in the Gamma Hydra quadrant.
Despite all attempts, communications can not be re-established.
"Ensign Crusher, bring us out of warp. Ensign Scott, from this point on,
I want a constant scan for Romulans. Cadet, continue attempts to contact
the Kobiashi Maru.", orders Data.
"Aye, sir.", all three respond.
"Sir, are there any tricks I can use to spot a cloaked Romulan ship?",
Scotty asks.
"A good question, Ensign. Unfortunately, the Romulans recently began
using a new, improved type of cloaking device. As far as we know, there
are no tricks that can currently spot a ship with these new cloaks. All
we can hope for, Ensign, is that we'll not encounter a Romulan ship, or
that we encounter one with an old, detectable cloak.", informs Data.
"Ensign Crusher, bring us within tracker beam range if the Kobiashi Maru.
If she's stable enough, we'll tow her back to Federation space. If the
ship can't survive the trip, or needs immediate help due to failing life
support, we'll transport all her crew onboard and leave the disabled ship
behind. We must minimize our time within the neutral zone at all costs.",
Data tells the bridge crew.
"Coming within tractor beam range now, sir.", Wesley says.
"Sir, sensors show the Kobiashi Maru's life support is failing fast.",
Scotty says, alarmed.
"Engineering, begin emergency evacuation of the Kobiashi Maru. Use all
transporters, including cargo, as necessary.", Data orders through his
comm badge.
"Understood, Data.", comes Geordie's voice over the bridge speakers. "We
can begin as soon as we lower shields. The Kobiashi Maru hasn't enough
power for shields."
"Ensign Scott, any sign of Romulans?"
"None, sir", replies Scotty.
"Lower shields."
"Shields lowered.", reports the cadet at the weapons console.
As soon as the shields go down, the ship is rocked by a hit.
Automatically, the shields go back up. "Sir, I still detect no other
ships in the area!", informs Scott.
"Apparently, the Romulans no longer have to decloak to fire.", concludes
Data. "We must report this to Star Fleet Command. Communications,
prepare an emergency message, informing Star Fleet of our situation and
the new development of the Romulans cloaking device. Even if we do not
survive, Star Fleet will still be informed."
"Message sent.", replies the obviously scared cadet.
"Mr. Crusher, evasive maneuvers. See if we can pin-point their position
by drawing their fire. Weapons, charge all phasers and load all photon
torpedo tubes. Communications, try and raise the Romulans. Inform them
we are on a rescue mission."
"No response, sir.", informs the communications cadet as the ship is hit
again.
"Shields weakening!", informs weapons. "Whatever weapon the Romulans are
using, it is NOT phasers. The weapon also remains cloaked until we are
hit. We can not pin-point them by following the weapon's trail back to
it's source."
"Understood. Fire a photon torpedo spread, both fore and aft, as wide as
possible. Avoid hitting the Kobiashi Maru."
As the weapons cadet begins to perform Data's orders, the ship is hit
again, and the weapons console explodes, killing the cadet at that
station. "Computer, reroute Nav to the Ops console, and weapons to the
Nav console. Ensign Crusher, take over weapons. Ensign Scott, take over
navigations as well as ops."
"Acknowledged.", responds the computer. "Aye, sir", respond Wesley and
Scotty.
"Ensign Scotty, plot a course back to Federation space, warp 9. En-"
Just then, the ship is hit a fourth time, and the shields crumple. When
the smoke clears a little, Wesley can see a support girder has disabled
Data. As the most experienced (and only surviving) officer left on the
bridge, Wesley gulps, and takes command.
"Scotty, engage Data's orders! Engineering, Data's disabled! Can
Geordie take command?"
"Negative!", replies one of th cadets down in Engineering. "The
commander is unconsciousness! We're on our own!"
"Understood, Engineering. What is our fasted possible speed?"
"I- I don't know! These engines are more advanced than any I've ever
studied! I need help down here! What do I do?!"
"Calm down, I'm on my way down!", replies Wesley. "Scotty, wait for my
command to engage."
"You got it, Wes. I'll maintain evasive maneuvers until I hear from you!"
As Wesley arrives at Engineering, he sees the situation is worse than he
expected. Engineering took a direct hit went the shield colasped.
Without anyone to co-ordinate actions, the cadets were in disarray, one
doing one thing, another countering it.
"Alright, let's get organized here!", Wesley shouts, getting everyone's
attention. "Someone monitor the matter/anti-matter balance, someone
monitor power distribution, I'll take over co-ordination! We've got to
get out of here as fast as possible. Computer!"
However, Wesley gets no response. "The computer's out down here!", a
cadet informs Wesley. "We're totally on manual!"
"Wonderful. Okay, prepare for emergency warp. Scotty, you ready?",
Wesley asks as he taps his comm badge.
"All set up here. Where ever the Romulan's are, they're no longer
hitting us. I've also directed us towards the edge of the neutral zone
so much as I can and still do evasive maneuvers from something I can't
see."
"Great. Engage... NOW!" But, as luck would have it, the engines stall,
leaving the ship with no warp drive whatsoever. Worse, something lets
go, and half the engineering crew die in the explosion. The rest, Wesley
included, evacuate the now useless engine room.
"Enterprise,", comes a slightly hissing voice over the communications
speakers, "prepare to be assimilated."
"NO!!!!", cries Wesley, realizing now who he's really been fighting.
Before he can react more, he sees the Borg shoulders start to appear.
Who else but the Borg could raise Romulan cloaking technology to the
degree it is now at. As Wesley arrives back at the bridge, he see
everyone but Scotty unconsciousness or died. On the screen the cube ship
has decloaked. The Kobiashi Maru is no longer there; it never was. The
whole thing was a trick of the Borg, and the Enterprise fell for it.
"Q! Why are you doing this to us?!", Wesley cries to the empty air.
Suddenly, time stops again for everyone but Wesley, and Q reappears.
"Because,", Q says, "you're the bastard son of Jean-Luc Picard and
Beverley Crusher, and you know how much I like tormenting you Picards."
As Q disappears, his laughter can still be heard throughout the bridge.
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