Jen Air: Frontier of Forever, Part Thirteen

Continuum-ing a special Star Trek inspired story to celebrate the
show’s fiftieth
anniversary.  Sayuri arranged a competition to keep the convention attendee’s minds off the situation.  Meanwhile, preperations are underway to attempt to get them home.

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Jen Air: Frontier of Forever, Part Thirteen

Sayuri spoke seven languages… however, none of them were
Klingon.  She tilted her head and
listened to the poet on stage and guessed it rhymed.  There was a pattern and a rhythm to it, but…
it still just sounded like a series of grunts and roars to her.  Still the Klingon poet stood proudly, hand on
his heart as he recited.  She looked down
the row she was seated in, past the Jedi and noticed that the Star Fleet
officer was enthralled, a single tear streaming down his cheek.  The rest of the hall was likewise a mix of
people confused or moved.

Doctor Sarkis returned, taking the seat next to her at the
end of the row.  “What’s happening?”
Sayuri asked.

“Tenley has found the boy,” the doctor explained, “and has
arranged to meet with Jennifer and the others by the simulator.”

“So, will they be able to use it to get us back to our
world?”

“I have no idea.  I’m
a geneticist, not an engineer,” Jana sighed, looking over her shoulders around
the hall.  “Things seem to be calm
here.  I take it the poetry competition
is proving a success?”

“Yeah, I… I guess,” Sayuri shrugged.  On stage, the Klingon continued to roar as he
raised his tightened fist to shake at the heavens.  He then lowered that elbow close to his waist
and tilted his head forward over the hand, posing like that for several seconds.  And that was, apparently, the end.  The Star Fleet and several others across the
hall rose to their feet, applauding wildly.

“Beautiful,” the officer wept.  “Absolutely beautiful… brilliant,” he
sniffed.

The Jedi next to him stared up with his mouth agape.  “It didn’t make any sense,” he scoffed, and
looked to The Emperor seated next to him for support.

But it seemed Palpatine was also touched.  “When a man speaks from the heart like that,”
he explained, “you don’t need to know the words to understand what he is saying.”  He then rose from his seat joining in the
other applause.  “Bravo, I say!  Well done!”

Meanwhile Sayuri squeezed by and clambered up on stage.  “Well!” She announced, clasping her hands
together.  “Apparently, that’s going to
take some beating.  But now we’ve got
something a little different.  Harley
Quinn is going to perform an interpretive dance based on Justice League: Cry for
Justice.”

Sayuri scurried off as the clown strutted into the centre of
the stage with her baseball bat, bowing as behind her life size cut outs of the
Justice League and other characters were shuffled into place.  She then proceeded to decapitate and beat the
crap out of all of them, still screaming and kicking wildly as she was finally
dragged away.

*****

By the VR simulator, Naomi spoke into her radio.  “Alright, Will, power it up.”

It took a moment for the computers to boot, Jen frowning as
she pored over the data.  Kaya sidled
across to check on her.  “Is something
wrong?”

Jennifer looked up, exhaled and moved close.  “I… didn’t want to say in front of the
others, but, although the boy brought us here he might not be able to help us
to return.  We need to know the correct
harmony… the quantum signature… of our reality in order to return.  And after speaking to Sturgeon, it doesn’t
seem like he had any plans of ever going back.”
The man in question was nearby, watched over by two security guards, but
his mouth firmly shut.

“Isn’t there a way to find this harmony?” Kay whispered.

“It’s inside all of us, in the subatomic particles that make
up everything from our universe.  But to
read it and program it into this machine requires equipment that as far as I
know doesn’t exist in our world.  We
certainly don’t have it here.”

Kaya frowned too.  She
knew Jen was going to keep trying her best, but it sounded like they might just
not have the tools they needed.  This was
a convention centre, not a star ship, and they couldn’t just ask for what they
needed to be delivered.  Or… she looked
across the promenade, her eyes brighter.
“It doesn’t exist in our world… what about in the twenty third century?”

“I… I don’t know.
Maybe,” Jen answered, catching on.

“You keep working on that stuff,” Kaya said, leaving her
momentarily.

Alex was sat on the floor a short distance away.  Tenley leant cross armed and legged against a
pillar, still watching over him.  “What
school do you go to?” He asked, still pestering her with questions.

“I don’t go to school,” she sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Why not?”

“Jen was bullied when she was younger.  She’s afraid I’d be bullied too.”

“You?” Alex laughed.  “Who’d
dare pick on you?  What could they do?”

The girl peered, light reflecting her black eyes like little
stars.  “It’s not me she’s afraid of
getting hurt.”

“I guess that makes sense.
Kids can be pretty mean in all sorts of ways.  Wish I could just stay at home, sometimes.”

Tenley continued to peer, but now she was curious as
well.  “Why?” She asked.

Alex shrugged.  “Just
said… kids can be mean.  They call me
weird and other stuff.  You know, you can
still feel alone even when you’re surrounded by people.”

“I’m not…!” Ten protested, quickly biting her lip.  She stood straight, arms still crossed as she
told him, “if kids are mean, just be mean back to them.”

“Easy for you to say,” Alex said, frustrated.  He’d heard all this kind of nonsense before
and it never helped.  He got up so he
could look her in the face.  “I can’t bend
metal rods.  I can barely throw a tennis
ball, let alone a punch.”

“It doesn’t matter.
Just show those kids you’re not worth the trouble and they’ll leave you
alone.  That’s what I would do.”

“And that’s why you’re not allowed to be around other kids,
right?”

She glared, her lips peeling back angrily for a second.  But it was only a second.  She smiled with one side of her mouth,
saying, “there, you see?  You can stand
up to me.  And I can do far worse things
to you than any school bully, believe me.”

“I-it’s… different,” he grumbled and shifted nervously.  “Maybe it’s because you saved my life, but…
you’re easy to talk to, for some reason.
Plus you’re snarky and grumpy all the time, but I don’t think you’re
mean.”

Tenley looked her him, her eyes widening slightly.  Then she lowered her head and turned
away.  “You’re wrong,” she stated flatly,
“and I already said; I’m only doing what I was told.”

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