Minutemen, Part 1
"Bad Dudes"
by Zeke
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A four-year mission of Five-Minute Star Trek: The Conclusion |
Zeke: This feels wrong somehow.
IJD: No it doesn't. Zeke: But the readers are expecting a panel discussion. All we're doing is watching the original series DVDs. IJD: Think of it this way. A discussion is all about communication. Communication takes place through the media. And what's television if not a medium? Scooter: I'm convinced. IJD: Anyway, this business of you not having seen every episode of TOS has to stop. You run a major Star Trek site. Sa'ar: I don't know about major. Minor seems more accurate. Zeke: (glare) You shooting for diminished? By, say, a B5 section head? Scooter: Now now, let's not augment this discord any further. IJD: Yeah, let's try to stay harmonious. Derek: (at the DVD player) Okay, folks, it's ready to go. Zeke: Not going to make a musical pun, Derek? Derek: They're not really my forte. Zeke: Here we go, then. Scooter, pass me the remote. (Scooter looks down at the remote, then at Zeke, warily) Scooter: Mine. Zeke: What? No it's not. This isn't even your house, it's Derek's. Scooter: Mine. Zeke: Come on. Look, I run the site, I should run the TOS marathon. Scooter: Can you be trusted with this kind of power? Zeke: Yes. Just ask Derek. Scooter: Can he be trusted, Derek? Derek: I don't know. Can't he? Scooter: But can he? Derek: Can't he? (long pause) Scooter: All right. This time. (hands Zeke the remote) Zeke: Thanks. Okay, let's go! (Zeke presses several buttons with no effect.) Derek: It's the round one. Here, let me -- Zeke: MINE! (Zeke finally finds the button and pushes it. The DVD begins.) Kirk: Space... the final frontier. These are the voyages of -- (The playback abruptly stops, with only a blank screen shown.) Sa'ar: Huh. Derek: Probably just a glitch. Try pressing play again. Zeke: Okay, here goes. Kirk: Space... the final -- (The DVD stops, ejects itself, and catches fire.) IJD: What the...? Oh, come on! That cost a hundred bucks thanks to Paramount's price-gouging ways! And I paid it gladly! Zeke: Spoken like a Grammaton cleric. Scooter: How does a Grammaton cleric speak? Zeke: Balefully. IJD: This isn't funny! Sa'ar: Whoa, calm down. I'm sure you'll get a refund when you tell them about this unexpected feature. For now, let's just put in one of the other discs. Derek: That may be hard. (Derek shows the others the DVD set... which is now completely blank as well. For good measure, it catches fire.) Derek: Ow! Zeke: This isn't good. It stinks of reality-altering events. We should totally do a Top 10 list about it. Sa'ar: The Top 10 Signs That Your Girlfriend Just Caught Fire? Zeke: Exactly. It writes itself! Derek: Well, my computer's over there. I'm just going to go tend to this burn. Scooter: Careful, the water might catch fire. Zeke: And the number one sign: She's hot, baby. Done! Scooter: What? You just started typing thirty seconds ago! Zeke: I know the secret of writing Top 10 lists effortlessly. Perhaps one day I'll teach it to you, as I've taught it to IJD. IJD: (He doesn't include any jokes.) Scooter: (Ah.) Zeke: And now to post it on -- HEY! (The others look. Where FiveMinute.net should be, the browser displays only a black screen and a funky temporal-paradox noise.) Zeke: My site! My beautiful site! Sa'ar: Beautiful is a stretch. You did make the graphics yourself. Zeke: It's so nice to see that despite the recent changes in our staff roster, everybody dissing me is still in. IJD: Uh oh. I think I know what's going on here. Try StarTrek.com. (Same result.) IJD: TrekToday? (Ditto.) IJD: scifi.com/battlestar? (The page displays as usual.) Scooter: I see what you're getting at, IJD! Someone or something -- or someone -- has wiped Star Trek from the timeline, leaving only the five of us unaffected! Derek: Wait, what does the BSG page have to do with that? IJD: Nothing. I'm just glad it's okay. Zeke: (sighing) All right, so now we have some idea what happened. What do we do about it? Sa'ar: I think we all know there's only one thing we can do.... (Stonehenge, the next day) Sa'ar: You know, I was actually talking about holding a luau with the university cheerleading squad. Derek: Well, you should have been more specific. Found it, Zeke? Zeke: (prodding one of the monoliths) This is the one. I'm sure of it. IJD: Then let's do it. Klaatu barada nikto! (The stone shimmers, then begins to glow with strange, unearthly colours) Guardian of Forever: I AM THE GUARDIAN OF FOREVER. SINCE BEFORE YOUR SUN BURNED HOT IN SPACE AND BEFORE YOUR RACE WAS BORN, I HAVE AWAITED -- Derek: A question, right? Got this one, guys -- I've read the novel. "Why?" Guardian: BY INTERRUPTING, YOU HAVE BLOCKED YOUR OWN UNDERSTANDING. Derek: Oh. Guardian: AHEM. SINCE BEFORE YOUR SUN BURNED HOT IN SPACE AND BEFORE YOUR RACE WAS BORN, I HAVE AWAITED THE PUBLICATION OF MY TWO FIVERS. HAVE YOU COME TO REWARD MY PATIENCE? (Silence. The staffers give Zeke annoyed looks.) Zeke: Uh... right. The fivers. You know, there's been a whole thing with those. Guardian: BUT YOU WILL POST THEM SOON? Zeke: Yes. Soon. Guardian: ACCEPTABLE. YOUR LIFETIMES ARE AN EYEBLINK TO ME. Scooter: Speak for yourself -- I plan to live forever. IJD: This explains a lot. I always wondered how you knew the Guardian of Forever really existed and where it was. Zeke: I never forget a contributor. Ever. Believe me, the guilt is like a crushing weight. Derek: In this case, so is the contributor. Guardian: IT IS GLANDULAR. WHAT HAS BROUGHT YOU TO ME? Sa'ar: Well, Star Trek seems to have disappeared from the timeline.... Guardian: YES. Derek: So it was time-travellers! Who did it? Kryptonians? Scooter: Daleks? Sa'ar: Minbari? Zeke: The Evil Future Guy? IJD: KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! Guardian: I DO NOT POSSESS THAT INFORMATION. I KNOW ONLY THAT A BEING OR BEINGS -- OR SOMEONE -- HAS ALTERED THE TIMELINE IN 1966. Scooter: Preventing the show from ever going on the air! Derek: How did they do it? Guardian: THROUGH THE THEFT OF FIVE ITEMS OF GREAT POWER, KNOWN AS MIN-- Sa'ar: Mini-Cons? IJD: Mini-Marios? Guardian: MINUTES. (silence) Derek: What? Guardian: THE NETWORK WAS UNIMPRESSED BY A PILOT WITH NO ENDING. THE TEMPORAL AGENT HAD SABOTAGED IT BY REMOVING FIVE OF YOUR MINUTES. Zeke: They're your minutes too now. You can just say "five minutes." Guardian: AS YOU WISH, PRINCE ZEKE. Zeke: Don't call me Prince. Guardian: YES, PRINCE ZEKE. IJD: (I think that was another reference to some podunk thing we've never heard of. Assume the customary baffled expressions... annnd back to normal.) So, Guardian, I take it we were insulated from the changes because we specialize in that particular time interval? Guardian: CORRECT. YOU ARE THUS THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN CORRECT THE DIVERGENCE. TO RESTORE EACH MINUTE, YOU WILL FACE A SEPARATE CHALLENGE. THE FINAL CHALLENGE WILL BE TO RESTORE ALL FIVE TO THE PILOT TAPE. Zeke: Challenges.... IJD: Items of power.... Zeke and IJD: Like a video game! Zeke: Finally all those wasted hours are going to come in handy! IJD: (slaps Zeke) Not wasted! Never say that! Scooter: I guess that just leaves getting there. Would you be willing to send us, Guardian? Guardian: I WOULD. (An image appears in the centre of the Guardian, showing the Paramount studio circa 1966.) Guardian: FROM THIS POINT, THERE IS NO TURNING BACK. YOU MUST DECIDE. ARE YOU SUFFICIENTLY RESOURCEFUL BEINGS TO RECONSTITUTE THE INITIAL EPISODE OF STAR TREK? Derek: (Did he just ask us if we're bad enough dudes to rescue the pilot?) Zeke: We're ready, Guardian! Do your thing! Guardian: VERY WELL. (long pause) Guardian: YOU HAVE TO JUMP THROUGH ME. Zeke: Oh yeah. (The staff jump into the image the Guardian is projecting, landing relatively smoothly on the Paramount backlot.) Derek: Did that feel strangely familiar to you guys? (Zeke and IJD nod; Sa'ar and Scooter shrug) IJD: Well, here we are. Time to save the future from lack of Trek! Zeke: Right on! Derek: Hear, hear! Scooter: Fantastic! Sa'ar: How are we getting back? (pause) IJD: Don't be a killjoy, Sa'ar. TO BE CONTINUED.... |
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