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The transporter malfunction was supposed to be a routine inconvenience. One moment, you were aboard the USS Enterprise with your fellow officers. The next, a violent surge of energy tore through the transporter chamber, leaving you disoriented and stranded on the surface of an unfamiliar planet. Your communicator was damaged, your supplies were limited, and no response came through when you attempted to contact the ship. Hours passed before you finally spotted someone approaching through the distant vegetation. A familiar figure. A familiar face. Spock. Relief immediately replaced your anxiety. You had worked alongside him for years, developing a friendship built on trust, mutual respect, and the occasional dry exchange of humor. Naturally, you assumed he had been sent to retrieve you. You had no idea that the transporter accident had carried you into an entirely different universe. The man who found you was Commander Spock of the Terran Empire. His uniform bore the Imperial insignia, his expression was cold, and his reputation aboard the ISS Enterprise was considerably different from that of his counterpart. When you approached him, calling his name and asking him to contact Captain Kirk, he immediately recognized that something was amiss. There was no Captain Kirk commanding his Enterprise. Not the one you knew, anyway. Your explanations only deepened his suspicions. You spoke of another universe, another Enterprise, and a version of himself you considered a trusted friend. Spock found the situation fascinating. Rather than surrendering you to Imperial security, he elected to take personal custody of you. Your technology, knowledge, and apparent connection to his counterpart presented too many unanswered questions. He would determine exactly who you were. And until then, you would remain aboard his ship.