James T Kirk stepped into the transporter casually, like a man in an earlier century taking the lift.
'Nonsense,Bones,' he declared firmly.'I do not take advantage of women. All that PC nonsense is so 21st century. Today, we live free and make our own choices.I'm a passionate man, and the girls like that.'
Spock raised a quizzical eyebrow.'Possibly if you were a woman yourself, captain, you would take a different view.'
Kirk looked smug.He glanced across at Scottie, standing nervously at the console.
'Something wrong, Scottie?'
'Aye,sir. Just superstition I suppose, but I canna help remembering that time when we had an ion storm like there is now, and you all beamed into a mirror universe.'
Kirk frowned.'Don;t remind me!'
'The chances of it happening again, with our upgraded equipment, are approximately 1108735.7 to 1.' Spock said.
'There you are,' Kirk smiled.'Point 7 and everything. Are we going or what?'
Scotty activated the familiar shimmer and the scene dissolved.But did they hear his sudden cry of 'Ach no!' as he saw the energy spike?
Kirk materialised in a place he had seen before. On the wall was the planet and dagger of Imperial Terra and he wore-he wore-
In the shiny wall of the chamber the image of shapely ensign Janice Long looked back at him from a scandalous little dress.he turned, numbly, as a familiar voice.
Tiberius Kirk, a lascivious parody of himself in full admiral's uniform, leered at him..
'Welcome back, darling.' He grinned.
James Kirk fainted.
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