A Captain Decision

I stared in disbelief at the people who were looking back at me. I mean I had, had a few things happen that no one could really explain, but this took the cake.

It had started a week ago, two weeks before Christmas. As normal, I had a bout of migraines that went beyond normal. In fact, it was so bad, I actually had to go to the hospital.

There I had been met with the usual skepticism, told to take a few Tylenol, then get sleep. The whole time I told them that nothing was working, I needed tests to see why I was hurting. Basically, I was called a liar, though in no clear-cut way. No, they didn’t want to get sued, in case they were wrong, which I knew they were.

So, I went home basking in the sheer wall of pain that was about to drive me crazy. I have had bad pain before, though this was far and away beyond anything I’d ever had.

Finally, the pain got so bad I just passed out. I awoke the next morning with no sign of pain, no lasting effects. I carefully got out of bed expecting it to start again. To my surprise, there was nothing. This had happened before, though not very often. When it did, I was nearly comatose for three days.

I got out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen. What I needed was coffee, which usually kicked the shit out of almost any ailment I might have.

I had just sat down when I started to hear voices. I looked around but saw no one. I looked outside but still nothing.

I shook my head as I went back to drinking my liquid heaven. I heard the voices again only clearer. OK, I thought this wasn’t funny, then I started to hear them without end.

They were strangely accented but I could understand them.

“Where are we?” Came a commanding voice.

“Data indicates that we are across the galaxy, in the human Sol system,” another voice said.

There was a great amount of hissing as several other voices said a few things that I couldn’t understand. “We need to evacuate from here, why we still can,” The commanding voice said.

There were a few sounds of agreement when the second voice spoke up. “It appears that we’re not in our universe. These are not the humans we know. I am detecting no shield technology, no energy weapons, not very much psi energy. I am detecting one that is higher than I have ever seen, possibly a danger to us all.”

“Break orbit, before we are detected. They may be primitive, but they may still have detection devices in orbit,” the commanding voice said.

Again, I shook my head. Where in the hell was this coming from? Sounded like a really bad sci-fi movie I was hearing.

Less than a minute later, I heard another voice. “Roger base, I have the boogeys on scope, they appear to be climbing at an accelerating rate. Moving in for a closer look.”

“Roger interceptor one. Can you identify them?” the radio replied.

“From what I can see, there are twenty of them. Some have elongated bodies with what appears to be arms almost like an insect’s body, with several blisters of possible weapons,” the pilot said. “There is another set with what appears to be be a long section leading to a large, round, larger front section. The other end is spread out in a large wing-like section at the rear. They also appear to have a very large area of weapons blisters.”

“Can you determine their intent?” The radio asked.

“Not as of yet, holy shit!” The pilot shouted as he was spinning the jet away from a projectile. “Command, I have been fired upon, I repeat, Boogeys are showing aggression. Permission to respond.”

“Negative interceptor, wait for flight of F-22’s.” Command responded.

“They are still ten out, by then the Boogeys will have climbed too far.” The pilot said.

A minute later, a different radio voice responded, “Interceptor one, weapons free, fire at will, fire at will. Teach them you can’t trifle with the U.S. Air Force.”

“Roger command, fox – 1 and 2 away.” The pilot said.

I then heard the first set of voices speak as a few screamed, it also seemed as if there were the sound of two explosions.

“Climb faster, we lost the last two cruisers, this primitive world has stronger weapons than we thought,” the commanding voice said.

“The main engines are down, star drive, all we have are the chemical thrusters. We are,” the second voice started as there were two more massive explosions. “We lost another two, we finally got shields up though the power drain is incredible. We appear to be out of range.”

Those voices faded, then the pilots was heard. “Splash four, the rest are higher than I can go. Returning to base.”

I sat there at the kitchen table shaking my head. What in the hell was going on? This was starting to sound like something out of Star Trek, Andromeda, maybe even Firefly, all my favorite shows.

I sat back, trying to imagine what Captains, Kirk, Picard, Janeway, Dylan Hunt or even Malcolm Reynolds would do. At least, I started to when an overwhelming wave of pain washed over me.

I fell against the wall, then I tried to swim through the pain to the couch. I suddenly heard five voices, one female, the other four male.

“You there, where in the hell are we?” Through my increasingly blurring vision I could swear I was looking at James T. Kirk. I started to shake my head, a bad mistake, as the pain rose to a new level. Even worse, as I started to lose consciousness, I thought I saw Hunt and Renyolds and two other Star Fleet Captains.

Sometime later, I started to come to from passing out. It was then that I noticed that I couldn’t move, I was tied up in place on the floor. Trying to remain calm, I again tried to move to no avail.

“Do any of you remember anything before you appeared here?” I heard Kirk ask the others.

Barely opening my eyes, I was startled to discover Kirk, Picard and Janeway, talking only a few feet from me.