Opening the replicator access hatch of the enclosure that had been empty just seconds before, James_T_Kirk pulls out a black pinstriped suit, polished black loafers, and a neatly pressed white button up shirt.  Letting out a long breath to calm himself, he began to reflect on the Star Fleet Orders he had received early last week:

“James,

                I hope all is well with the crew as you continue to astonish Star Fleet with the interactions with the alien cultures that have been encountered during the mission.  I would personally like to congratulate you for a job well done on your most recent visit to Beta Zircon and the newly established communication link that was installed between their home world and Earth.

                But, it has come to our attention from reports that an alien culture has been discovered that almost seems to be from an alternate reality from the Earth in the 1930’s.  The Vulcan’s passed along information that they had encountered this isolated race of humanoids that appear to be descendants from Earth and cautiously avoided direct interaction with them that may influence their cultural development.  What really has the Vulcan’s curious is the fact that the culture isn’t evolving, and seems to be stuck in a repeating cycle, never advancing past the same time period in Earth’s past.  This did not come from a single observation, but from three different visits made by the Vulcan’s, spanning over 100 years of time.  From the first to last visit, the technology has not advance and the level of criminal activity has remained the driving force of their society.

                Jim, we want you to investigate and infiltrate their society and culture.  The Vulcan’s, with their lack of emotions along with physical traits, knew they would not be able to blend into the culture without exerting cultural forces that may disrupt the current cycle.  You and your team will maintain a high altitude orbit with the Enterprise, then actively become part of the society, without influencing things with technological advancements or concepts that are yet to be explored.  This will be a challenging and possibly dangerous assignment.  You will not have access to your normal armory, data pads, or communication devices.  We can not take a chance of these future technologies accidently falling into their hands and disrupt the repeating cultural cycle they are experiencing.

                Both Star Fleet and I have full faith in you, and your crew, to complete this mission.  Look forward to reviewing your findings and god’s speed and protection in this mission.

Admiral Clark”

James_T_Kirk quickly changed clothes before heading out to the conference room.  Glancing around the room, he smiled as he sees two of his most trusted officers and closest friends arguing about something while several other crew members watched the all too often squabble involving these two.  As James approaches, he hears TurboCharged say “Grant, just stay back and let the First Officer take care of this matter, like usual!”

James watches as Grant_Wilson crosses his arms before saying “Yeah, I stay back because someone has to bail your ass out when you get in trouble, like with those two women, or should I say MEN, back on Beta Zircon”.

Turbocharged eyes get wide with the dig from Grant.  James decides to step in and get everyone back on track.  “Ok, Ok you two.  Let’s stay on course.  We leave for the planet surface within the hour and it appears that everyone has changed to the proper attire.  As a reminder, we must leave behind ALL technology.  No phasers, communicators, etc.  We will be completely in the dark on this mission……”

James_T_Kirk continued on for several more minutes, repeating the same information they had rehearsed multiple times since the orders were delivered.  When finished, the group separated into predetermined groups of six, in preparation for being transported to the surface.  Once the groups were assembled, they systematically walked down the corridor to the transporter room.  After several minutes all the groups, less the Command Group, had beamed down to the surface.  At the signal of the transporter operator, James_T_Kirk stepped onto the transporter oscillator between his two friends along with three other crew mates in the rear.  With a nod, the transporter operator began his procedure and just as the machine was about to activate, he said “I really hope TurboCharged doesn’t find another boyfriend on this trip”

James_T_Kirk could feel the glare coming from his first officer along with a chuckle from Grant_Wilson as they were beamed to the surface of the planet and the city of Philadelphia.

Having heard the news of his old friend from his old crew taking flight in the prestigious city of Philadelphia, Paddy went searching the streets to find the man. Seeing the strange lightshow that used to denote James' presence in the HQ they shared in the South Side, Paddy headed that way. He greeted James with a smile and outstretched hand to shake.

Ah James! Long time no see, congratulations on your recent business endeavor. I brought you some of our special home brew as a celebration gift. And hey, you can sell it on the streets if it's not your thing.

Paddy pulls an unopened bottle of the "Chicken Grease" he concocted alongside Pollo as a bootlegging racket to get some scratch. Offering it up to the new crew leader as he takes a swig from his flask hidden in his suit with his other hand.