OFF: This is not my challenge post. While the senior officers meet the ship is being slowly consumed from within by a chaotic rift in time and space.


Bolak lurched forward as the Endeavour was struck by what felt like another vast explosion. Looking back he saw no sign of pursuit so he slowed his pace to gather his wits. Was this another attack or an effect of the Nebula? And why in the name of all that was holy had Sokir and Lieutenant Colon fired on him? Could all the rumours of clones and shape shifters be true?

A door up ahead opened and Bolak made to call out and froze as a squad of Borg emerged from within. He stifled a scream as they rounded on him, the green lights of their ocular scanners streaming through the dark corridor as they turned. He was shocked to see Eight of Eleven among them.

"Eight is that you?" he cried out and for the briefest of moments she seemed to recognise his voice. Her head turned slightly, but to his dismay it was the collective that answered.

WE ARE BORG, YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED. RESISTANCE IS... the was a flicker of light and the Borg vanished.

Another flicker and in place of the Borg stood a squad of men encased in metal. Bolak gasped he looked down to see that his own clothes had changed his was wearing a long tartan coat and scarf and holding... a sonic screw driver? Somehow he knew that's what it was just as he knew the creatures that approached were, "Cybermen?" he gasped as he stumbled back feeling two hearts suddenly beating fast in his chest. The Cybermen advanced as he stumbled back away from them.


Another flicker of light and Bolak stumbled back into Avakhon Khinsharri. Another flicker and the Klingon changed, he was covered in hair from head to toe and he was about a foot taller.

"What the?" Bolak gasped as Avakhon released a beastile roar and glowered down at the diminutive Bolak. What was this madness? Looking around he saw they were in the cockpit of a small vessel, but was this still...?

His thoughts were interrupted by Captain Nablesse dashing into the cockpit and throwing herself into the pilots seat. She was dressed strangely but it was still her.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" she growled at Bolak, "It is not wise to upset a wookie! even for a Jedi." Avakhon grumbled in unintelligible agreement.

"Jedi?" Bolak replied looking down at his robes and the light sabre hanging at his side.

Wendi shook her head and rolled her eyes in exasperation, "We seem to have lost those imperial goons. I told you the Endeavour was fast old man." she gave the control panel of the Endeavour a loving tap and crooned, "Good girl."

A sudden jolt shook the Endeavour and Bolak grimaced as he sensed a dark presence clawing its way across his mind. He knew the touch of the dark side..

"The Sith have found us." he announced, "I'm endangering the mission I shouldn't have come."

"Lighten up old man or you'll find yourself floating home." snapped Nablesse, "Avakhon prepare for the jump to light speed."

"Rhuuuhaaaaharr" Avakhon replied as he punched in the coordinates from the navicomputer.

"Now is no time for jokes." replied Nablesse as she launched them into Hyperspace. Bolak watched the stars jolt and stream forward and then a flicker of light....

The Battle Star Endeavour lurched to port as another explosion tore through its hull. The cylons had chased them into this Nebula and now they were being torn apart with by some sort of chaotic energy field while the toasters picked them apart from without.

Bolak was slumped against the bulk head a thin trickle of blood running down from a wound above his brow.

"Frack." he cursed as the doc pushed a cold compress against his head.

"You should have stayed in the mess serving whiskey to the damned." growled Zazi.

Bolak looked up and smiled weakly, "Just wanted to die on my feet." he grimaced. The Doc was wearing her comm strap at a jaunty angle making her look like she was sprouting antennae. He suppressed a laugh as the ship rocked once more...flicker...flicker

He slumped to the sand seeing the broken hull of the Endeavour half buried in the distant bay. Looking back he saw the apes approaching on horse back.

"They finally did it!" he cried out in horror, "Damn you all, damn you all to hell!" flicker..flicker..

Alistair and Zanessa were helping him to his feet. They looked younger. Where were they? The world was so dark, with what looked like ash dropping down like snow all about them.

"We have to get out of here." Alistair breathed, "Can you stand?"

"Yes." answered Bolak as he looked around in confusion, "Where are we?"

Zanessa frowned over at him, "The Upside Down." she replied as if that should explain everything.

"We need to get to the rift before..." a low growl from behind cut Alistair words short and they whirled to see the huge Demigorgan leering down at them. Zanessa screamed and Bolak lashed out with his mind feeling a trickle of blood escape from his nose.

As the creature was thrown into the air they turned and ran towards a fiery tear in the side of a nearby building. Zanessa was first to jump through and then as Bolak stepped forward Vaanaras stepped out from behind a nearby truck. She glared at them her eyes were jet black and she was smiling.

"Noooo." cried Alistair, "The Mind Flayer has her!" flicker... flicker... flicker...

Bolak groaned and rolled onto his side. He was back on the Endeavour, the real one. The red alert still sounding. Aji was crouched over him trying to rouse him a look of concern etched on her face.

"What's happening?" he asked. Flicker...

The ground grew soft beneath him, like a fleece rug. The air grew cold, flowing over them. Both Aji and Bolak looked at each other in confusion and then up at the clear blue sky. They were flying. As one they looked down and then ahead at the body of the vast white dragon on which they flew. The snaking neck turned and the huge orb like eyes looked back at them.

"Welcome to Fantasia." Laughed the Luck Dragon, "My name is Falcor!" Flicker...flicker...flicker...


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