Yes I know there were a lot of typos in the first chapter. I'll try to fix them when I get the chance. And Laninea is NOT a male. She's female.

Q2: you forgot the credentials.

Me: wait... I did!? Crap!

I do not own Star Trek or maximum ride. They belong to their respective owners. Now pleasedontkillmeihavetoomuchtoliveforthanksbye.

Q2: see ya.

(Carlos' POV)

Captains log supplemental: after we passed through the wormhole, we were stranded in the twenty first century without power. Our engineering team is currently trying to fix our problems, but whenever we fix one, 3 more pop up. It's like fixing bugs in a code. I have arranged a senior staff meeting in our conference room to discuss of this further.

In the conference room...

"So what your saying is that we just traveled to the twenty first century, with no way of getting back as of right now."

Carlos asked.

To which Laninea replied, "Not entirely true admiral. If we could emit a chronoton pulse, we might be able to generate the same conditions used to get us here in the first place."

"Then get on with it."

"But there's a problem, we won't be able to generate the particles without re-crystallizing the dilithium matrix"

This put a face of worry on Carlos, as the dilithium matrix was the only thing that was keeping the matter/anti-matter reaction from going haywire.

"Why wasn't I informed of this when we got here?"

Etip then spoke up.

"Sorry captain, the communicators were down in the engineering section when we got here. We just fixed the problem when I was called to conference."

Carlos replied

"It wasn't your fault Etip. If anything, I'd blame it on Q."

"Q?"

"Yes, he spoke to me after we passed through the wormhole, claiming responsibility for our safety. Personally, I don't believe him, due to the fact that our dilithium matrix has been de-crystallized."

Corpsa spoke up.

"It must be be because he wants to toy with us some more, and do the same thing Kirk did."

"I agree Corpsa. Without power, we would be vulnerable just like Kirk would have been."

Etip then said,

"Captain, if we could create a nuclear reactor, we might be able to re crystallize the dilithium matrix by harnessing photons from it, but until then, we would have to run on battery power."

To which Carlos replied,

"I see. Unfortunately, we would have to go down to the planet in shifts, is that correct Etip?"

"Yes captain."

Copsa, seeing a flaw within the plan, decided to voice her opinion.

"Captain, if we were to do that, we would be detected through what natives of this century call, 'visual anomalies'."

Kawtok then spoke up.

"I would agree with you Corpsa. Unfortunately, we have limited time to complete the repairs before we become visual to the satellites of this time."

Carlos then decided.

"All right. We go down in shifts with minimum intervals of time. Corpsa you have the bridge."

"Sir I highly do not recommend that you go down."

"This is a rare opportunity to study history before the eugenics wars. How could I not go?"

Corpsa seemed to be concerned with the captains actions, but he did raise a point. Much of earth's history was lost during the eugenics wars, and any chance to study history from before then was pretty much mandatory at this rate.

Carlos then went to his quarters to get an antiproton pistol while Laninea started to replicate early twenty first century clothing, though she had to save as much energy as she could, so the clothing would be a bit revealing. When they came out, Laninea was wearing a tight black shirt that said "problem?" and some short jeans with fake jewels lining the pockets, while Carlos was wearing a blue polo with some tan cargo shorts.

Together, they went to the shuttle bay on the lower decks and while in the turbolift Laninea asked,

"So what's our cover story if someone finds us. Married couple?"

"Possibly, but I was thinking brother and sister."

Carlos replied.

"Your no fun."

Laninea pouted.

Carlos chuckled.

They reached the main shuttlebay, where Etip was waiting for them.

"Admiral, before you go, I would like to inform you that the ideal location for mining the materials is near a public area." He informed them.

"Is there any other site that could harbor what we're looking for?"

Carlos replied.

"No sir, not without alerting the local authorities of our presence, it's best that we keep this clean and quick."

"And where exactly is this ideal landing site?"

"It's about a mile away from Seattle, not far from a populated area, as I said. The ore is going to be about 30 miles down from the the surface. Though it will be hard to detect because of the interference some sort of barrier surrounding it, and it's eerily similar to early dampening fields."

"Perhaps we made first contact earlier than we thought? Hm?"

Etip chuckled lightly at that, but had a hint of worry in it.

Then Laninea decided to pop in.

"The shuttle's ready anytime, but I'd prefer that we take off and come back as soon as possible."

"I agree Laninea, the Ghostshadow only has about a day's worth of batteries in the cargo hold." Etip said in agreement.

Carlos and Laninea got into the shuttle, and went through the preflight checks. There were a few small bumps here and there, but they were easily fixed.

Soon the necranda made its way down to the surface.

(Max's point of view) 3 hours before.

"...and then this huge space ship came out of nowhere right in front of me! I narrowly missed it though. Almost took off my head! Then it rocketed into the sky with a blast of heat never to be seen again!"

Iggy and Gazzy yawned, while Angel was still contemplating the story, nudge was blabbering about aliens, and Fang...oh god. I felt as if i was going to tear up and cry about fang. But I had to stay strong for my flock if I wanted them to do the same.

We were in Seattle at the time, looking around the place, taking in the sites, and of course, running. Yes, even after the whole big "end of the world" business, Itex still wanted to torture us. I mean, sheesh! You would think that when their plan failed, they would just stop all their illegal studies and focus on running their company. But nooooo, they still had some nerve left in them. They send wave after wave of erasers at us, hunting us down like rabbits. Of course we get away every time. There was even one time this one guy clad in some metal armor of some kind saved us from a hoard of them over San-Antonio, but that's another story for later.

"I call bullshit." Proclaimed Gazzy.

"Language Gazzy, or else your not getting desert for a week."

He shut up instantly.

"He has a point though max, the likelihood of this happening are one in a million."

Said Iggy.

I glared at him.

Angel looked worried, as if she knew something we didn't. She seemed, suprised, in a way. Her posture was locked up, with her eyes bulging out of their sockets. It's as if she knew something that we didn't.

"What's wrong honey? Is something bothering you?" I asked her In a caring voice.

She just stood up and went back to her room.

Oh yeah...I did mention we were living in a flat? Well we were.

It was about a mile from Seattle, on the outskirts of the urban area. It was a nice place for a change, as we had to sleep in dirty apartments or "camp out." My room was farthest down the hall that connected most of the house together, with the living room at the back of the house.

I decided not to bother Angel and just go to bed.

I got to my room and hit the hay.

I dreamt something about Jeb with puppets of us when I woke up to a humming noise, similar to what I heard when I encountered the "spaceship".

I looked outside and guess what I saw?

Another spaceship, though it was much smaller than the other one. It had glowing blue tubes on either side of the ship and was a bit boxy. Well, not really. It had a gentle slant at the front, and it looked like it could hold about 2 people for a week.

Must be quite small in there, I thought to myself.

It continued on its path towards a clearing not far from here (in flock terms), and then it vanished into the night, as if it was never there.

I then got out of bed, into some clothes, went outside, and went in the direction it was heading, cause who wouldn't?

(Carlos' point of view)

They reached the drilling site with the equipment while under "cloak", as they called it. It was really just a shield modulation tuned to bend visible light around them, so no one would be able to see them unless they got really close.

They set down about 30 meters from the site without making a sound and walked to the site, not mentioning a word to keep from disturbing the time line. (Who knows? Butterfly effect may still apply.)

They were setting up the drill when they heard a noise in the trees.

Carlos pulled out his antiproton pistol, while Laninea checked her tricorder for life-signs.

Laninea's eyes seemed to go wide with shock as the tricorder detected a heartbeat.

"Admiral?"

"Yes Laninea? I told you to maintain silence."

"I know admiral, but there's some-one watching us."

Carlos was stunned. Surely, no one would have picked them up that easily. The shuttles engines were tuned to be virtually silent, and the shield should have kept them from being noticed. Humanity shouldn't be able to pick up there presence with their current technology.

Unless there follower isn't human.

"Laninea, try to find the source of the life-sign. I'm afraid we might not be alone as we think." Commanded Carlos.

"Aye sir." She replied.

She then went off with a phaser to find whatever it was that was tailing them.

(Max POV)

When she started coming towards me, I knew I had to get out of there. I mean, if they could find me that fast, who knows what else they could do. But for some reason, I stayed there in the tree, watching her get ever so closely to me. Then as soon as she was right under the tree, I lept up out of it, spread my wings, and flew off.

The woman seemed startled, and I said seemed because it looked as if she's seen weirder.

How could there be someone weirder than me? I thought I was weird as it is. I thought.

Then an orange beam came out of the edges of my vision and I felt a burning sensation on my left wing.

I gasped in pain as the beam cut into my wing.

I tried to keep in the air as long as possible, but that was not to be.

I fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

I couldn't move, it was a if one of the white-coats had drugged me.

Oh no Ithought. Could these people be with them? No they couldn't be. For many reasons, and I'll list them.

1. Their clothing is waaaaay out of date.

2. Itex would love to get their hands on them.

3. I don't know, it just sounded cool.

Then the woman did something unexpected. She pulled out what seemed like a remote and a bobbin of sorts and started waving it over me, muttering something I couldn't make out. Then she pressed something against my neck and everything faded to black.

(Laninea POV)

Amazing, She thought to herself as she put away the hypospray. This kid should have been instantly knocked out from the phaser blast, yet she retained conciseness. She must be quite resistant from nervous attacks.

She then contacted the admiral via combadge.

"Admiral, your going to want to see this."

(Carlos' POV)

Wings. The girl had fucking wings.

If someone else had told him that, he would of shrugged them off as a madman. But Laninea was not like that. Her skills on the field were too precise to make mistakes.

When he saw it for himself, his heart skipped a beat.

She had brown wings, with the occasional spot here and there, and they extended at least 10 feet. If it weren't for the situation, he would have said that their beautiful.

"Carlos, we're going to need to get her back to the Ghostshadow, she won't survive the burns and injuries without medical attention."

He knew that if they introduced her to twenty fifth century technology, the timeline could become corrupted, but he wasn't going to let someone die. He had been responsible for too many deaths on his part, and he wasn't going to let another one be added to his list. Temporal prime directive be damned.

"Very well commander, let's get her to the shuttle. I've already gotten the uranium and checked out the dampening field. It seems it was only a natural occurrence by the amount of uranium."

"I hope so admiral. I hope so."

Together, with the girl and the uranium secure, they boarded the type 8 shuttle and flew back to the Ghostshadow.

(Iggy POV)

Iggy woke up, yawning as he stretched his limbs. He usually waited till Max woke him up, but he decided to not hassle her with that.

But something was wrong. Definitely wrong, but he wasn't sure.

Iggy looked at his clock on the nightstand and it read 12:00.

12:00...

Now Iggy definitely knew something was wrong. Usually Max wakes him up at 7:00, but she has now neglected to do so. This could mean that...

Iggy panicked.

Max was gone.

...meanwhile, in a desolate region of space...

In the time that this area of space had been around, nothing of importance happened through it. Sure, trade and commerce was passing by, but nothing was ever so surprising in that area. But soon, a very important event was about to occur.

A lone trader vessel was traveling at low warp towards a commerce station. It wasn't really that important, just a trade ship with unimportant cargo, at least to them.

Then a rift formed behind the vessel, a result of excess tachyon emissions, which at this time were standard communications for ships. Unfortunately for this little ship, the area was also bathed in chronoton radiation, due to a local star in the area with a hybrid tachyon/hydrogen core spewing off chronoton radiation.

A ship emerged from the rift.

It looked almost bird like, with the wings tilted downward as if at the end of a flap, and with nacelles attached to the primary hull. Prongs that looked like cannons spiked out from the wings of the craft. It's front slanted downward exponentially, creating what looked like a small half-dome. The stern of the craft had the nacelles mentioned earlier sticking out of the back but on the top of the ship. It's grey/greenish hull glistening of the light the starts produced.

The ship then opened fire with its plasma cannons on the lone trade vessel, leaving almost no trace of the ship.

Then it scanned the area, searching for its point of interest until it found it. It then cloaked and with a flash of green light, it went to warp towards one of the most important planets in the coming century.