The USS Gibraltar was steady on course to a nearby nebula for scientific research... when all of a sudden, a ball of energy was heading towards them. Without any word of warning, it impacted with the Gibraltar, sending a blinding light through the Intrepid class vessel.
When the light dimmed, Captain McMillan looked around. He was sitting in a Captain's Chair, on the bridge of a Miranda class Starship. His crew were all in their normal positions, dressed in the uniform of this time. Everything seemed normal to him, and his crew. Nobody seemed to notice that they had in fact just been at the Intrepid class ship. Nobody... but Lt. Heron.
The mission of this Miranda-class Gibraltar was clear: defeat the Klingons in one all-decisive battle. Heron knew that this was not how history had gone... and she suspected Q to be responsible for this. The very same Q whom she had hit, a few months ago. Could the superbeing be holding a grudge?
When Heron confronted the Captain and crew, she was first thought to be crazy... but when more and more evidence started to appear, McMillan realised that they didn't belong here. But by that time, they had already started fighting the Klingons. How to get out of here?
Heron provided the answer. Using a late 24th century technique, she incapaticated the Klingon ship. The Miranda class Gibraltar was on its way again... only to encounter the bridge light once more. A flash... and everyone was back on board the Intrepid class Gibraltar. Everyone... but Lt. Heron.
Moments later, she appeared too, as if she was a Q herself too. She informed the crew that she had to leave the Gibraltar. Q had given her little choice. But she would be back. Somehow, someday, somewhere, somewhen. With a flash, she disappeared again, only after letting the Captain promise that they'd get Slade... before she'd get them.
And so, without Heron, the Gibraltar followed her way... to unknowns, awaiting them.
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