A Strange World

The first contact humanity ever had with an alien race was a dead alien race, their dead lifeless bodies scattered among endless ruins on what was left of a huge advanced civilization. The four crew members of the Perses Mission which was named after the Greek Titan.

Kirk, Spock, McCoy and Scotty. Those were the four beamed down on the planet’s surface. All they saw were ruins. Cities covered in dust. Alien lifeforms fossilised under their feet. This was no Pompeii, no, a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried

Off in the ruined distance, they spotted a solitary object. Red. Rectangular. The four trudged thru the dust. Kirk looked at the phone inside. “What is this?” “This device is called a TARDIS,” Spock answered. McCoy flung up his hands. “Dammit Jim, this Force is getting weird.”

A sound drifted over the flats, like bare feet slapping against stone, & a cloud of dust rose on the horizon. "Phasers on stun," Kirk advised. The approaching vehicle came into view—a car made of stone & wood. A man in an orange fur was driving. He eyed Spock. "D'you know Gazoo?"

“No,” said Spock with typical reserve, while telepathically directing his crew to torch the furry foe’s vessel, foolishly made with flammable material—a real Tardis. Kirk eyed Spock: it was time. They backed away and collectively beamed up, Gazoo be damned!