Ghost Trek

Star Trek is owned by Gene Roddenberry, Ghostbusters is owned by Dan Aykroyd

Profit is not my intention

AN: The time has come, my little friends,

For paranormal things,

Of sightings, slime and proton packs,

Galactic happenings……

Outer space is boiling hot,

As Enterprise takes wing……

Callooh, callay, come run away…….

……..With captains…..

…..men…..

…and…..

…..ghosts…….!

Ghost Trek

Space….the final frontier……

These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise……

Its five-year mission….

…..to explore strange new worlds…..

…..to seek out new life and new civilizations…

….to boldly go where no man has gone before…….

=/=

2367.

A majestic silver leviathan glided through the black velvet of space ……..returning from its rendezvous at the planet Chrysanthopolous IV………aiding with the help of greenhouse development……

Kirk…..Captain James Tiberius Kirk…….was sitting at the helm…….gazing at the black velvet wonder before him…….

Dr. Leonard H. McCoy, Medical Officer, was attending to the patients wounded in minor mechanical accidents occurring upon Chrysanthopoulous IV……

Spock of Vulcan, Kirk’s extraterrestrial first officer, awaited his every command, standing at his right side……..

Montgomery Scott, Chief Engineer, Leopold Stokowski of starship engines, performed a symphony of impeccable style, class and unmistakable fervor in the engine room, no grinding or creaking or chittering about.

Lieutenant Nyota Uhura sat at the communications console, awaiting any other party’s every transmission.

Ensign Pavel Chekov stood at the weapons console and navigation system, awaiting every next move for the mighty leviathan to make.

Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu was awaiting every next move to make at the helm. A crew of incontestable respect. A spacecraft of incontestable honor.

The Starship Enterprise.

“Running smooth, sir”

“Steady as she goes, Mr. Chekov.”

“Headed for the Terran Solar System, planet Earth and San Francisco in approximately 20 hours and three minutes earth time, captain.”

“Merci, Mr. Sulu.”

Montgomery Scott, or “Scotty”, sauntered around the engine room, checking every part of the mighty, colossal engines of the Enterprise. Scotty headed for one of the consoles hidden in the back part after meandering down a corridor……when the very outskirts of his conscience suddenly illuminated one split second before his brain cells realized it. His conscience whispered something strange, something he sensed was true yet wasn’t sure…..

“Something strange has just passed by behind me……”

Scotty turned around…….his conscience insisted…….

…….that it had witnessed a very strange green glow gliding by………

McCoy was in the usual daily gavotte of patients, disinfectant, bone repair, tendon repair and ligament repair. He passed by a table containing a patient just attended to, when all of a sudden, amidst the usual atmosphere and everything in it, something unusual started happening.

Platforms nearby certain tables that held certain tools for in-depth work on a patient began to slowly quiver…….

McCoy turned around to look.

“That’s strange…..” he muttered.

“Could be turbulece……” suggested a nearby patient.

“Turbulence usually makes the whole ship jitter…..” muttered McCoy

The patients began to slowly cringe……..

On bridge……..Sulu gazed out unto endless black satin of night, preparing to dock the Starship Enterprise into the landing bay at Starfleet Command, a division of the United Federation of Planets…..an industry serving unity, peace and prosperity amongst planets everywhere within mighty Omniverse. The Enterprise was in need of refurbishing on its interior from recentmost wear and tear, in need of fuel……

Suddenly, something cool and slimy oozed onto his fingertips, manning the controls of the helm…….

He looked down……to find horrid greenness……oozing out of the controls!

“Captain!” he yelped in surpise, turning around, his fingers covered in the horrid essence……

Chekov yelped. “Keptin!” he cried, turning around with the same essence on his hands……

Slowly the chilling essence oozed, tentatively, out of every inch of control on the main bridge……..

Lieutenant Uhura yelped and leaped backwards as the vomit-inducing slime began to flow as water from every inch of control at her communication station……

Spock’s onyx black eyebrow leaped from his forehead, his bright coal-black eyes wider than usual as he gazed around at the fascinating, chilling sight…….

Kirk’s jaw, viewing all of the rare, wonderful, horrific supernatural symphony which had creeped onto his bridge, hit the floor.

1984.

New York City.

A 1959 Cadillac, stark-white with red fins, careened down Madison Avenue, singing a song of victory, illuminated by ornate sirens it wore, a uniquely special crown. Four men inside returned from a victory against a paranormal din of astronomical proportions…..

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