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Star Trek: The Crouton Generation
Season 5, Pack #4
"Time's Crouton" Ad & Ep. 1
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STAR TREK: THE CROUTON GENERATION
"Time's Crouton"
New Four-Part Mini-Series!
Voyage through time to the Crouton Generation, where a mysterious
traveller and his companion visit the newly wed Melissa Midzor:
Peri: I think we just landed in their honeymoon suite.
Doctor #6 (Colin Baker): I am the Doctor and this dreadfully loud
American here is Peri.
But is the disappearance of several Croutons somehow linked with his
visit to the _Croutonprize_?
Doctor: That's a question you'd rather not have an answer to.
Who could be responsible for abducting the crew?
Doctor: The Master? No, he'd have some dreadfully melodramatic scheme
with me right at its center.
Villain: You can no longer stop me. I will rule this Universe! It
shall be mine! Mine! Mine!! MINE!!!
And just what has happened to our heroes?
Zortylwankoid: We're smack in the middle of another of your planet's
froopin' historical disasters, aren't we?
CELEBRATE THE DOCTOR'S 30.5TH ANNIVERSARY on the next exciting
episode of STAR TREK: THE CROUTON GENERATION!
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"Doctor..."
"I see it."
"What does it mean? Are we in danger?"
"My dear Peri, not only are we in danger, but so is the enormity of the
of the known Universe. That...is a Timescoop warning!"
"Oh, well that explains everything then," she replied sarcastically.
She stared at him blankly and waited for a response that didn't come.
"Doctor..."
"I suppose you want me to tell you now what a Timescoop is, don't you?"
The Doctor grunted. "You're an intelligent young woman. Do I have to
explain *everything* to you?" He glanced about animatedly, then withdrew an
ancient tome from behind a roundel in the TARDIS wall. He blew a great deal
of dust off its cover and forced it into Peri's hands. "Here," he ordered.
"Read."
Peri held the book as far away as possible and squirmed in disgust,
then noticed the catchy title:
TIME LORD TECHNOBABBLE FOR DUMMIES
"Cute," she remarked. She crossed the TARDIS control room and plopped
herself down in a chair she had left in the corner last night. Hanging her
legs over one arm of the chair, she set about to reading.
The Doctor, meanwhile, flipped numerous levers, stared at various scanner
readings intensely, fidgeted, cursed and fretted. Finally, he locked in a set
of coordinates and activated the course guidance computer. The time rotor at
the center of the console began to move again as the time machine traveled
into a vortex of five dimensional space-time.
"Timescoop: an ancient and powerful Gallifreyan device -- well, aren't
they all? -- which can literally scoop a being out of its own space and time
and deposits it where and when the device's operator desires. The Timescoop
was commonly used to select contestants for the Games of Rassilon..."
"Before you ask, Peri, neither Alex Trebek nor Pat Sajak ever hosted
the Games of Rassilon, nor did the winner drive home in a brand new TARDIS."
"I really didn't think so, Doctor. Sheesh." She continued reading.
"Use of the Timescoop was banned on Gallifrey millenia ago, excepting of
course use by the High Council in times of extreme emergency." Peri looked
up. "Extreme emergency? That sounds pretty fishy. So how many times have
you been scooped?"
The Doctor looked up from the console in annoyance. "Trust me, Peri.
That's a question you'd rather not have an answer to."
Peri sighed and set the book aside, leaping to her feet. She never
could get a straight answer out of him. She tried to peer around his
shoulder to see what he was doing, but he maneuvered around the console
in such a way as to block her view.
"So where are we going?"
"I've targeted that Timescoop's next victim. We should arrive moments
before it does."
"Great. Does that mean we're going to get scooped too?"
"Of course not!" The Doctor shook his curly-haired head. "Really,
Peri. You have no confidence in me."
"Do you blame me?"
The Doctor glared at her, but her warm-hearted smile broke through
his veneer. She was just...what was that human word?...joshing with him
again. "There is no simple way to stop a scoop from occurring short of
restraining its operator. However, if we're not the intended target, we
shouldn't be too terribly concerned...as long as we don't step into its
path. I just need to know who the target is so I can determine who is
behind all of this. Unwarranted use of a Timescoop--"
"Righto." Peri marched off for the center of the TARDIS. "Look, if
you need me...I'm gonna go get a root beer or something. Let me know when
we get there."
The time rotor ceased its motion just as she turned to the door. The
Doctor flipped a lever and the viewscreen opened...onto darkness.
"We have arrived," the Doctor announced loudly enough to stop Peri
dead in her tracks. The Doctor stopped and peered at his scanner readings
again. "I think."
* * * * *
"Jason," Missy whispered from within the darkness. "Did you hear some-
thing?"
"Yes," Jason said, mocking fear. "I think maybe it's the lights coming
back on."
"You wish," Missy giggled as he she wrapped her arms around him.
The wheezing and grinding built to a crescendo, then suddenly stopped.
The room was still pitch black. They waited a little longer, then decided
it was nothing and went back to what they were doing.
* * * * *
"So where are we *supposed* to be?" Peri asked.
"The planet Risa. You could call it the Tahiti of your galaxy's twenty-
fifth century."
"So why's it so dark?"
"It is obviously late at night! Come on." He marched out through the
doors. Fuming, Peri followed.
"Doctor, you didn't even give me time to grab a bikini!"
"Who's there?!?" Missy shouted in alarm, pulling the sheets up about her
amidst the pitch blackness of the room.
"I am the Doctor and this dreadfully loud American here is Peri." The
Doctor frowned (though you wouldn't have been able to see it) as he pulled a
torch from his pocket and found it non-functional. "You know, you appear to
be the victim of a particularly strong electromagnetic dampening field."
"That's my wife you're talking about," Jason growled.
The Doctor removed another torch (which is a flashlight to you dreadful
Americans, by the way) from his pocket, only for it to go dark on him as well.
Digging deeper into his pockets, he finally dug out what the device he had
been looking for and passed it on to Peri.
"Put it on, Peri. Tell me what you see."
She lifted the device to her head. "What is it?"
"Light-intensifier goggles. Something your own military invented for
increased its efficiency in nocturnal warfare."
"Lovely." She set them in place and looked around, finally targeting
on a large bed in the center of the room. Two shapes huddled closely under
the sheets...
She yanked the goggles off and shoved them back into the Doctor's hands,
flushing with embarrassment. "Doctor, I think we just landed in the honey-
moon suite. Maybe...maybe we should leave them alone?"
"Thank you!" called Jason.
"Now wait just a minute!" exclaimed the Doctor. "You two 'lovebirds'
are in terrible danger. I've detected the emissions of a Timescoop, heading
your way!"
Suddenly, the room lit up from several sources, including the group of
discarded flashlights the Doctor had left scattered on the floor. As her
eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden brilliance, Peri noticed something
different about the room.
"The bed's gone," Peri gasped.
"We're too late," the Doctor cried. "And such a nice young couple."
FADE TO BLACK
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STAR TREK: THE CROUTON GENERATION
"Time's Crouton"
Part One
"The Doctor and the _Croutonprize_"
Written by
The Admiral
With inspirational thanks to David McKinnon and
Colin Baker and apologies to Jean Airey
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"Doctor, what do we do? Those people--"
"All in good time, Peri. All in good time. We can't do anything for
them until-- Hmm, perhaps their luggage can elucidate matters?"
"We can't go rummaging through their belongings!"
"And why not?" The Doctor asked as he pawed through Melissa's suitcase.
"It may end up saving their lives."
"I won't be a part of this," Peri argued, crossing her arms defiantly.
"Hello, what have we here?" The Doctor pulled Melissa's Star Fleet duty
uniform out of her suitcase. "United Federation of Planets Star Fleet,
Engineering or Security division...Lt. Cdr. in rank...right time period."
"United Federation of Planets?" Peri looked at the Doctor quizzically.
"It appears these two newlyweds are Star Fleet officers from the early
twenty-fifth century, both probably from Earth from the sound of them. Now
why would someone want to timescoop Star Fleet officers...?"
As his voice trailed off, a look of realization crossed Peri's face.
"Star Fleet? What, did we just land in a _Star Trek_ episode?"
The Doctor looked up sharply. "Hush, Peri!" He pointed directly into
the camera with a concerned wink.
"Oh, right," Peri nodded in understanding. "Sorry, Doc. So what do we
do now?"
"First, you can refrain from calling me 'Doc.' Second, if I remember
this time period correctly, I have some friends we should drop in on..."
* * * * *
"Admiral Data." Soraya smiled pleasantly at the android. "It's a
pleasure to have you aboard."
"I have been wanting to visit the _Croutonprize_ for some time now."
"Well, I'm glad you're here. Will you be staying long?"
"I will remain with you for the duration of your current assignment. I
will depart aboard _USS Volvo_ when we rendezvous with them in exactly 8.34
days."
"Sounds good to me." Soraya looked across the bridge to Crossfire.
"Why don't you make yourself at home? Commander Crossfire could show you to
your quarters..."
"I have no need for an escort, Captain. I have memorized the complete
layout of your vessel..." His voice trailed off as he noticed the look on
Crossfire's face. Unlike his younger self, Data recognized the expression
immediately. "...but perhaps your first officer has something on his mind
that he would like to discuss with me privately?"
Crossfire nodded and escorted Data to the turboshaft.
* * * * *
"Lemon curry?!?" exclaimed the waiter.
Raptor confirmed the order. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"N-no, sir. It's just that no one's ever ordered it before."
"Well now someone has." Raptor leaned back in his chair, smiling about
the room. "So be a good lad and fetch it, will you?"
The waiter scurried off. Raptor smiled evilly to himself. It was then
that he noticed Susan Parker watching him from the next table.
"Don't know what to make of me, do you?" he called to her. Her face
flushed and she turned away. He stood and marched straight up to her table.
"Too late. Too obvious." She looked at him from the corner of her eye,
afraid to look him straight in the...sunglasses.
"Look, I didn't mean--"
"So, were you trying to figure me out...or just trying out my figure?"
Susan flushed more and also held back anger.
"Don't worry, Commander. I don't bite." He leered at her with a smirk,
then threw his head back in laughter. "Well, I could, but then that's not
my usual cup of tea." As he wandered back to his table, Susan collected her
things and scurried out.
"Oh well," Raptor chuckled.
The waiter plopped a lemon curry down in front of him and ran for cover.
Raptor popped his knuckles and leaned over to the couple at the next table.
"Service around here is terrible, isn't it?"
A groaning, wheezing sound began to fill the room. Raptor's ears perked
up and his expression froze. His head whirled about like that of a startled
bird trying to pinpoint the source of its distress.
"It couldn't be!"
On the landing with the best view of the stars, a large blue rectangular
form began to take form. Across the top, in bold English lettering, were the
words "Metropolitan Police Public Call Box." As gasps of astonishment and
excited conversation increased like entropy in the room, Raptor leapt for the
door of the mysterious craft.
"Doct--?"
A large, burly man with curly blondish hair emerged from the box, dressed
in the most hideous mish-mash of clashing colors and fabrics the crew had ever
seen on anyone (even Avenger). Taken aback by surprise, Raptor cursed, then
moved, blindingly quick.
Paralyzed, the Doctor could only stare into Raptor's shades. Raptor held
the Time Lord immobile with two fingers centered just below the collarbone.
"All right, friend, you just tell me who you are and what you're doing
with the TARDIS?"
"It's *his* TARDIS, dipshit!" Peri exclaimed, hands on her hips in a
very Midzor-like manner. "Who the hell are you?"
"Tell me, Miss, if this really *is* the Doctor, why on Centauri would he
be traveling with...an American? And an airhead like you at that?"
"I beg your pardon!" She slapped Raptor's hand away from the Doctor's
chest and then aimed for his face.
Suddenly unfrozen, the Doctor gasped for breath. "I see you haven't...
forgotten the...Venusian aikido I taught you,...Del." Having regained his
breath, he pulled himself back to his full height, tugged at his coat's
lapels and smiled. "It's so good to see you again, but I didn't expect to
run into you *here*."
Peri and Raptor stopped in the middle of their wrestling match and
turned to the Doctor.
"You know this guy?" asked Peri.
"Doctor? Is it really you?"
"To put it in terms even our esteemed Miss Brown could understand: 'In
the flesh.'"
"Well, I, uh..." For once, Raptor was at a loss for words. Someone in
the back of the room applauded. Raptor shot that someone a cautious look,
sending that person bolting from the room.
"Bodily regeneration. Quite refreshing for the mind and spirit as
well. I suppose I never mentioned we Time Lords could do that, did I?
It's been, what, three 'me's since I last saw you?"
"And Josephine?"
"Ah. We parted ways sometime after we visited you. She married a
Professor Clifford Jones, who was trying to find a way to use fungi to
solve Earth's food shortage. " The Doctor eyes narrowed on the bank of
replicators behind the bar. "Obviously no longer a concern."
"Doctor..." Peri's impatience grew.
A small device, which looked to Raptor rather like a fancy tricorder,
began to chirp and flash frantically in the Doctor's left palm.
"It's the Timescoop! It's followed us here. Come on, Peri!"
The Doctor and Peri ran for the Ten Forward doors. Taken by surprise,
Raptor got his wits about him and dashed after them.
"All that trouble," complained the waiter, cleaning up the untouched
lemon curry. "And then he goes and leaves it!"
* * * * *
"We're too late."
The Doctor stood before an empty turbolift car. Raptor and Peri caught
up to him and exchanged confused glances.
"Too late for what, Doctor?" Raptor eyed him suspiciously. "Just what
on Centauri is going on here?"
"Terrible danger, Del. Someone has pilfered a Timescoop and is using it
to remove Star Fleet officers from your timeline."
"Timescoop...Timescoop." Raptor scanned his memory, then snapped his
fingers loudly and intentionally, right next to Peri's ear. She glared at
him. "I was just reading about one of those the other day..."
"Of course!" The Doctor slapped himself across the forehead. "I was
just here a few months ago, wasn't I?"
"Huh?" Peri looked at him blankly.
Raptor placed his hands on Peri's shoulders and directed her to a
distant alcove. "Why don't you just stand over there and look pretty, Miss.
The Doctor and I have a lot to catch up on."
Peri fumed and stomped back over to stand beside them, though she
remained quiet (for once) for the Doctor's sake.
"Del. Peri. Two 'me's ago, I encountered a Timescoop in use aboard
the starship _Heisenberg_...in phase space."
"Of course! The 'Reunion' file. I was just reading that one the
other day..."
"Um, yes," confirmed the Doctor, with a wary side glance to the camera.
"Good old Furd stayed behind and self-scooped the _Heisenberg_...or so we
thought. Somehow, someone has obtained that Timescoop device. Any ideas?"
"I know someone who might," smiled Raptor. He slapped his comm pin.
"Raptor to Crossfire."
Zen booped ominously. "Error. Commander Crossfire is no longer aboard
the _Croutonprize_."
"Zen, when did he leave?"
"52.64 seconds ago."
"How did he leave?"
"That information is not available."
Raptor growled his disgust with Zen's literal responses. "What was
Commander Crossfire's last known location?"
"Turbolift 4."
Peri pointed to the large "4" painted on the wall next to the lift.
"They must have scooped him."
"Oh no..." Raptor groaned.
"What?"
"We are in BIG trouble."
* * * * *
"Who is this man?" Soraya asked, then wrinkled up her nose. "And where
does he buy his awful clothes?"
"I'm the Doctor and I'll have you know this outfit is considered quite
fashionable in some parts of the galaxy!"
"He's an old...teacher of mine and he's here to help. I'm afraid I
can't tell you any more than that, Captain." Raptor noted the dare forming
on her lips and smiled. "Well, I could, but then I'd have to kill you and
I'd really rather not. Blood stains are a bitch to get out of the uniform."
He clicked his heels together and saluted smartly. "Sir."
She frowned and changed the question. "So what's the fuss about then?"
"Crossfire has been abducted from the ship."
"Abducted?" Soraya looked up to Jez. "We haven't had any sort of
intruder alert. Are you sure--?"
"Absolutely, Captain." The Doctor loomed over her. "He was Timescooped!
Lifted right out of your space and time and deposited elsewhen."
A different form of nausea struck Soraya now. "When did this happen?"
"Just moments ago," explained Raptor. "In the turbolift."
Soraya's heart plummeted. "Then they got Data too."
Peri, who up to now had remained surprisingly quiet, now felt compelled
to speak up. "Would somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?!?!?"
"Shut up, Peri," snapped Raptor. "This is important."
"Shut? Up? Peri?" She could not believe he had just said that.
* * * * *
They moved their discussion into Soraya's Ready Room.
"Doctor...whoever you are...I'm not sure if I can believe--"
"What's to believe, Captain?" Soraya was glad the Doctor afforded HER
some respect at least. "Look, call up...oh, dear, what's the name of that
charming woman who used to command the _Heisenberg_?"
"Which _Heisenberg_?" asked Soraya. "Never mind. You must mean Kabeta."
She stared across the desk at the time traveler. "Don't tell me you know her
as well?"
"Well, we USED to know each other...for me it was well over a century
ago. For her, let's see...cube root of seven...integrate by parts...I was
never as good at these calculations as Adric...maybe almost a year?"
"Doctor," Raptor interrupted from the couch, which he lay across, legs
dangling over one side. He stared up at the ceiling as he worked out his
thoughts aloud. "Why did you come here...to *this* ship?"
"Peri and I followed a Timescoop emission to Risa, tried to warn a
newlywed couple there..."
"And Poof!" Peri interjected. "They disappeared."
"Um, yes. 'Poof,' as you say." The Doctor frowned in Peri's direction,
forcing her to shut up again and sulk. "The bride may have been a Star Fleet
engineer. Strange thing is, she appeared to generate her own electromagnetic
dampening field..."
Soraya's head sank. "They got Missy too."
"You know her?"
"She used to be my roommate. A long time ago."
The Doctor looked at her in amazement. "Really? However did you live
in the dark like that?"
"Doctor, I think we're getting off the point." Raptor sat up and looked
straight through Soraya with brilliant jade green eyes no longer shielded by
shadowy eyewear. "They have Crossfire..."
"And Data," reminded Soraya.
As if she were an earthen dam experiencing a flash flood, Peri nearly
burst in asking her question. "What is the big deal with this Crossfire guy
anyway?!?" Just as suddenly, as three pairs of eyes turned on her, she began
to get the sense that it might have been better to keep her mouth shut.
The Doctor surprised her with his quiet and thoughtful response. "Yes,
Peri. What indeed?"
"He usually solves these kinds of problems for us," Soraya explained.
"And I have other fish to fry that require his frying pan," Raptor
mumbled under his breath.
Peri decided to take another liberty. "So who is doing this, and why?"
* * * * *
"The game goes well!" the villain cried. "And now for the next move."
As his brown leather-enclosed hands moved back to the Timescoop controls,
they passed...and knocked over a framed 5x7 picture. He stopped and picked up
the frame.
"You no longer exist!" the villain shouted. "You're dead! You can no
longer stop me. I will rule this Universe! It shall be mine!" He began to
smash the picture frame hard across the tabletop. Glass shattered as he
ranted and raved. "Mine! Mine!! MINE!!!"
As the villain moved toward the Timescoop controls, the shattered remains
of the picture frame revealed a damaged black and white photograph. It was an
old publicity photo of the late Eugene Wesley Roddenberry.
* * * * *
President Mombi was a confident woman. She signed off the rest of this
morning's "paperwork," then responded to the persistent buzzing on her desk.
"Yes, send him in."
She sashayed to greet the tall, thin man who entered through the great
doors of the Presidential Office in Paris. The Star Fleet Commander wore a
distant expression of concern.
"Jake Sisko. It is such a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Yes, ma'am." Sisko took her hand, absent-mindedly shook it, then
dropped into a chair.
"I am not usually graced with such disrespect, Mr. Sisko. Perhaps your
report will enlighten me on what distracts you."
"People are disappearing from our ships, Madame President. Someone or
something is...removing them."
Mombi thought about this intently. Anyone that knew her would have
recognized the calculations being manipulated in her head. "Perhaps you
could explain?"
"_Croutonprize_ reported a strange visitor. He claims that something
called a Timescoop, which he says he discovered in use a few months ago aboard
the first starship _Heisenberg_, has fallen into 'the wrong hands'. Whoever
it is who has taken this thing has apparently been removing Star Fleet officers
from their proper place in spacetime for some sinister purpose."
Mombi smiled. "The Timescoop, eh?" She displayed a well-rehearsed
look of concern. "This *is* grave news, Admiral." Her own real concerns
now began to reveal themselves. "Tell me, has this visitor been taken
into custody?"
"Well...no, ma'am. They think he's crazy, but not a threat. Besides,
one of the crew was able to identify him."
"Perhaps this crewmember is involved in the conspiracy."
"Star Fleet policy in this situation allows the captain--"
"I am well aware of Star Fleet policies." Her smile was the sort that
could shatter the most composed visages. "Something else troubles you?"
"Data and Crossfire were amongst the officers abducted."
Mombi's smile widened, but as Sisko's head was lowered, he did not
notice. Anyone who rid her of Crossfire was a potential ally, or at least
a pawn on her side of the board. Still, Data could have been useful...
"I see," she said finally. "Admiral, what do you know about--?"
She caught something out of the corner of her eye. She turned to find a
large black triangle bearing down on her from the window.
"What the--?" Sisko was up, looking for his phaser.
"Damn you, Sisko. Protect me!"
Too late. The triangle surrounded Mombi, absorbed her...and vanished.
Sisko's eyes went wide.
* * * * *
"Jim, interested in a game of Go?"
"Captain, you know I don't know how to play." Palmer looked on calmly
as hj began to pout. "Look, you're just going to have to wait until Jason
and Missy get back from their honeymoon."
"Geez, they could have had sex right here on the ship! But no...they
have to go off to Risa and I lose the only Go player within three parsecs."
"Captain, if I remember right, he's beaten you every time you've played
so far."
"Not true, Jimbo!" cried hj. "He's only beaten me sixty-one times. I
called red alerts the other eleven."
"Same thing." Palmer tried to cheer up. "Hey, I could get a ball game
together on the Holodeck..."
"I don't think so." She looked about the bridge, bored. He was afraid
she was going to fall back into her old habit of assigning him push-ups
whenever she was bored. She didn't. Something was on her mind.
"I think I'm just going to go take a nap," hj yawned. "Wake me if any
Go players show up, 'k?"
* * * * *
hj nestled into her bed, lonely. Skywise slept contentedly in the
center of the large oriental rug at the edge of the bed. hj tossed and
turned, then finally drifted off to sleep.
Several minutes later, Skywise's ears suddenly perked up. He opened one
eye, looked about curiously, then rested again. Suddenly his ears perked up
again and he howled.
A black triangular shape hovered in the darkness several feet from hj's
bed. He leapt to his feet and began to bark. The triangular shape moved
closer. It emitted a high-pitched whine, far beyond human hearing. Skywise
howled again, then ran for cover.
The triangle moved toward the bed. Before the poor wolf could react,
the triangle absorbed hj and was gone.
Skywise approached the bed carefully, sniffing. The bed was empty.
Skywise began to whimper.
* * * * *
"A six week hot streak interrupted for this?" Heins rolled his eyes.
Recently returned from Vegas III, he was forced to call on the Yoyoboqian's
expertise in upgrading the _Volvo_'s computer operating system. He had not
realized how taxing the encounter would be.
"So then you put the bleedlegangler into the bloogle, test the trinly
with a bibblewhacker, put the googolsmat in the--"
"What's that?" Heins thought he saw something move in the shadows of the
dark computer core.
"Probably just a loose rat from the bio labs or somethin'." Zort punched
a few more keys and looked up proudly at Heins. "Now we wait thirty seconds
for the frippinfratz to load into directory gipplebliz, stand on our heads,
sing about trellagribbles, then--"
"Shut up!" Heins drew the dustbuster model phaser that was always ready
at his waist. "There's something there."
Zort ignored Heins and scribbled some notes on a PADD. Suddenly, a large
black triangle emerged from the darkness and enveloped the two of them.
"Boop. Warning. Disk quota exceeded," stated Ingrid, the _Volvo_'s
main computer.
* * * * *
"Now back to--" The Timescoop's view changed to the interior of the
_Croutonprize_. It was only now that the villain noticed the Doctor.
"Oh, what is he doing there? Damned meddler. Interferes in everything.
He doesn't even belong in this Universe. He's not canonical!" He flipped
some controls. "We'll just see about that..."
* * * * *
"Ow!" The Doctor hopped on his right foot.
"What happened?" Peri asked.
"I've a corn on my right foot. It hasn't acted up since--"
"Since when?" Soraya asked.
"Great Maker, what the hell is that?" Raptor pointed to the large black
triangle which had just entered the Captain's Ready Room through the window.
"Look out!" cried the Doctor. He leapt across the desk and tackled
Soraya to the floor, just as the Timescoop made its move. Missing the Doctor,
it continued straight on...and absorbed Peri and Raptor!
* * * * *
The villain slammed the Timescoop controls hard. "Idiot! You missed!"
The villain looked at the screen more intensely. "Even better though. The
Doctor's companion and that little twerp of a new character. He's even less
canonical than the rest! Perfect! I know just where to send them."
Richard Arnold whirled to face the camera, laughing maniacally. "In
Earth's past, you'll inexorably cause changes. And with the changes, your
history will die! And so will all of you! I will then have control of the
Universe, to manipulate as I see fit! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
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The Doctor Colin Baker
Peri Nicola (no relation) Bryant
Raptor Jeff Goldblum
Data Brent Spiner
Crossfire Jonathan Reid
Soraya Soraya Ghiasi
Missy Melissa Midzor
Jason Jason "Mr. Midzor" Maron
Angelique Mombi Jacqueline Pearce
Jake Sisko Laurence Fishburne
half japanese Kerri Russell
Susan Susan Parker
Jez His Jezness the Wonder Cat
Palmer Jim Palmer
Zortylwankoid Chris Hassell
Heins John Heins
Waiter Matthew Waterhouse
and
Richard Arnold as himself
DIRECTED BY INCIDENTAL MUSIC
Mary Ridge Ron Grainer
STORY EDITOR SPECIAL SOUND
Timothy Lynch Dick Mills
VISUAL EFFECTS PRODUCED BY
Nick Thompson Loqutus Productions
HAPPY 30.5th ANNIVERSARY, DOCTOR!
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Voyage through time to the Crouton Generation, where the Croutons are
trapped in an uncertain past...
Data: December 12, 1986.
[ Close-up of a life preserver reading "S.S. Titanic" ]
Quaker (standing over someone with a powder musket): Stand thee still,
son of Satan!
Can they find their way home...without changing history?
Mombi (eloquently): Dr. Feynman, I presume?
Crossfire (whiny, to Data): All I wanted was an autograph.
Jason: Missy, no!!!
CROUTONS STRANDED IN TIME on the next STAR TREK: THE CROUTON GENERATION!
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