Yup, there are. I've done... a worrying amount of research on the subject. ::dry grin::
RMS Enterprise--1912
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Yup, there are. I've done... a worrying amount of research on the subject. ::dry grin::
RobertScorpio
Pariah
any truth to the myth that it actually wasn't the titanic, but her sister ship??? I have read that several times...I thought the TITANIC movie did a pretty good job showing it go down, in reference to some of the art work....really ominous watching something like I bet...
I use to imagine, as a child, that the surivors on the ship lived off a pocket of air and were still alive down there with a whole society and all...
Rob
No, there wasn't. The Olympic was her own ship; there were a number of important structural difference between her and the Titanic, and even looking at the one sitting on the bottom of the Atlantic shows that it's just a tin-hat rumor that people like to say for shock factor.
Cameron's movie did a pretty good job, yes. The parts that he kept strictly historical were good; the parts he took some liberties with kinda sucked. Especially what he did with Will Murdoch.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Have you seen the documentary Cameron made using real underwater footage of the wreck, and then re-imagening what it was like being abord the ship...if you have, the guy playing the 'captain' of the titanic is my best friend's dad...pretty cool to see, with all the underwater stuff in HD...
Rob
Yup! Ghosts of the Abyss. My sister and I drove an insane number of miles to see it in an IMAX theater when it came out. And that is awesome, all the way!
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Yeah..I was at his house just this past week playing Blalderdash, and his dad was there...and the correct answer to one of the definitions was some kind of nautical term and it mentioned Titanic....and he got it right!!
Rob
RobertScorpio
Pariah
STAR TREK
RMS TITANIC II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
The strange object streaked through space. It had been purposely encased inside of a medium sized, artificially created, space rock. It was nothing more than a ceremonial necklace, but with strange properties, and it had been flying through the cosmos for millions upon millions of years. Its journey was finally coming to an end. The rock was on a collision with a blue planet in an ordinary solar system. It was the third planet from the system’s star.
--
Rejnak was just a simple Jewish man who lived a simple existence. He herded reindeer for a paltry living, near the village of Kirensk, which was located in the southern part Russia’s vast Siberian shelf. Rejnak was married to a wonderful wife, and together they had brought into the world, two wonder children. The eldest was a boy, who had been born three years previously on April 8, 1905. His second daughter, who he named Samantha, was only seven months old, having been born on November 15th, 1907. She was definitely the Jewel of the family.
Herding Reindeer was a two man job. Rejnak had hired on a new hand earlier in the spring, after his previous help had died of pneumonia in the past season. The new hand was a black African male named Abat. Abat had been a slave worker in Persia, and not wanting to give up his belief in Christ, was whipped several times. He escaped, and fled the Middle East and ended up in, of all places, Siberia. He needed work, he needed food, and so Rejnak hired Abat.
Even though the two herders had only worked together for nearly three months, they still got along as though they had known each other for a long time. The secret to this relationship was that the never really talked to each other. They did their responsibilities and then hardly ever spoke outside the confines of their herding.
It was on the night of June 30, 2008. The two simple herders, who had rounded up a bounty of 57 Reindeer, were just three days out from Kirensk. Once they were in the town they would sell the herd for as much as they could get, take their agreed upon percentages, and then meet back four months later for the wintering herd. Abat had just finished putting the rope around a set of trees, and the rope now encircled the herd. The animals were so dumb they didn’t know that all they had to do was dip their heads, and walk under the rope. Instead, they would stay as they were, as one large collection. This formation of the herd was needed as the night crew deeper. The temperature would fall to 15 degrees, and, thankfully, only a few of the Reindeers would die on the outer rim of the herd, due to the cold of night.
But, as Abat came toward the small hut that he and Rejnak shared, the night sky was lit up by what appeared to be the sun falling from the sky. And then, a loud thunderous sound exploded all around. The reindeer panicked and darted from the circle. Abat watched from the sky as the massive object exploded, again, the sound of the blast knocked him to the ground. Rejnak came out of the hut, clad only in his long johns.
“The Reindeer!” Rejnak yelled, “They escape!”
Most of the Reindeer had remained in the circle of the now fallen rope, too dumb to know there was no barrier keeping them there. The two herders were about to run to the remnants of the herd, and re-establish the rope, so as not to lose any more. But before they could, an object flew down at the two men. They ducked, but watched in fear as the falling clump of flame struck the herd, blowing them up in the process.
They ran to where the herd had been and only saw dismembered parts of the Reindeer’s scattered everywhere. They had all been killed, and in the middle where they had been standing, there was a large whole in the ground, caused by what had ever landed there. The two men cautiously made their way to the twenty foot wide crater. Reindeer blood surrounded the crater as well. They walked to the edge of the crater.
“Our herd is dead,” Abat said. “How will we feed our families?”
Rejnak shook his head, not wanting to deal with that truth that they now faced. Both men, standing together, peered in and then: They saw it. A glowing bluish colored necklace that looked too incredible to describe was lying inside the cracked open remnant of a space rock….
RMS ENTERPRISE II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
continues
RMS TITANIC II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
The strange object streaked through space. It had been purposely encased inside of a medium sized, artificially created, space rock. It was nothing more than a ceremonial necklace, but with strange properties, and it had been flying through the cosmos for millions upon millions of years. Its journey was finally coming to an end. The rock was on a collision with a blue planet in an ordinary solar system. It was the third planet from the system’s star.
--
Rejnak was just a simple Jewish man who lived a simple existence. He herded reindeer for a paltry living, near the village of Kirensk, which was located in the southern part Russia’s vast Siberian shelf. Rejnak was married to a wonderful wife, and together they had brought into the world, two wonder children. The eldest was a boy, who had been born three years previously on April 8, 1905. His second daughter, who he named Samantha, was only seven months old, having been born on November 15th, 1907. She was definitely the Jewel of the family.
Herding Reindeer was a two man job. Rejnak had hired on a new hand earlier in the spring, after his previous help had died of pneumonia in the past season. The new hand was a black African male named Abat. Abat had been a slave worker in Persia, and not wanting to give up his belief in Christ, was whipped several times. He escaped, and fled the Middle East and ended up in, of all places, Siberia. He needed work, he needed food, and so Rejnak hired Abat.
Even though the two herders had only worked together for nearly three months, they still got along as though they had known each other for a long time. The secret to this relationship was that the never really talked to each other. They did their responsibilities and then hardly ever spoke outside the confines of their herding.
It was on the night of June 30, 2008. The two simple herders, who had rounded up a bounty of 57 Reindeer, were just three days out from Kirensk. Once they were in the town they would sell the herd for as much as they could get, take their agreed upon percentages, and then meet back four months later for the wintering herd. Abat had just finished putting the rope around a set of trees, and the rope now encircled the herd. The animals were so dumb they didn’t know that all they had to do was dip their heads, and walk under the rope. Instead, they would stay as they were, as one large collection. This formation of the herd was needed as the night crew deeper. The temperature would fall to 15 degrees, and, thankfully, only a few of the Reindeers would die on the outer rim of the herd, due to the cold of night.
But, as Abat came toward the small hut that he and Rejnak shared, the night sky was lit up by what appeared to be the sun falling from the sky. And then, a loud thunderous sound exploded all around. The reindeer panicked and darted from the circle. Abat watched from the sky as the massive object exploded, again, the sound of the blast knocked him to the ground. Rejnak came out of the hut, clad only in his long johns.
“The Reindeer!” Rejnak yelled, “They escape!”
Most of the Reindeer had remained in the circle of the now fallen rope, too dumb to know there was no barrier keeping them there. The two herders were about to run to the remnants of the herd, and re-establish the rope, so as not to lose any more. But before they could, an object flew down at the two men. They ducked, but watched in fear as the falling clump of flame struck the herd, blowing them up in the process.
They ran to where the herd had been and only saw dismembered parts of the Reindeer’s scattered everywhere. They had all been killed, and in the middle where they had been standing, there was a large whole in the ground, caused by what had ever landed there. The two men cautiously made their way to the twenty foot wide crater. Reindeer blood surrounded the crater as well. They walked to the edge of the crater.
“Our herd is dead,” Abat said. “How will we feed our families?”
Rejnak shook his head, not wanting to deal with that truth that they now faced. Both men, standing together, peered in and then: They saw it. A glowing bluish colored necklace that looked too incredible to describe was lying inside the cracked open remnant of a space rock….
RMS ENTERPRISE II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
continues
RobertScorpio
Pariah
STAR TREK
RMS TITANIC II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
In late July, 1905, word of explosion had become known to most of the world, have been witnessed from various distances, even as far as Japan. The explosion piqued the interest of the British who, in turn, sent an agent to Siberia, covertly of course, to look into the cause of the explosion. His name was Bond: James Bond (Sean Connery of course).
Bond, who disguised himself as a Russian peasant, made his way, via train, through the massive country of the Russian people. James Bond felt pity for the starved people, and very primitive state in terms of technical advancement, that the Tsar’s regime was defending. Russia had suffered through many famines, and a serious epidemic of Cholera, in the late 1800s, and it showed. Every train station was littered with beggars: men, women, children, of all ages.
Through-out the various stops along the way, Bond could tell right away that the country was ripe for rebellion. In fact, the failure of the Tsar’s military in the Russo-Japanese war earlier in the year had caused a small rebellion. The revolt ended swiftly, due to overwhelming response by the Tsar’s forces, but Bond could tell by the impoverished nature of the people, that there would be other, larger, attempts. And when the end came, the revolt would lead to much loss of life to the elite who ran the country.
Bond was heading toward a small village, town, in the southern part of Siberia. His forged papers were hardly ever needed to be shown due to the lack of any real security checks anywhere. The trains he rode were often also pulling food supplies which required long stops at various points along the way. But, after a month and a half of train delays, and weather issues, and the loading and unloading of cattle, what little there was of it, he finally arrived at his destination: Kirensk. He found an old man there waiting for him, who like Bond, was an agent of Her Majesties’ Secret Service. Bond walked over to the friendly face.
“It’s about time you got here, Bond.” Q said in his usually grumpy way.
“I’m quite sure you saw the depleted conditions on the way, Q. You only left two weeks before I did, so you saw what I saw.” Bond said to Q as they walked out of the small train station.
“Ghastly,” Q said, “Such Ghastly conditions,” Q stated. “Any way, I was able to get you this,” He said as he pointed ahead.
A white and grey horse was what Q pointed at. “She may not look like much, but look here,” Q said to Bond.
Q lifted up the horse’s front right leg, and showed Bond the horses unique shoe.
“Those are horse shoes,” Bond said, “so what?”
Q shook his head, “Please be quiet Bond, and pay attention. These shoes are made of a special material that we and the Americans have been working on. It allows for better tracking, and because of the unique spring action, it will increase the horse’s speed by a factor of 1.6.”
Bond shook his head, “Then,” Bond said dryly, “I will make sure my head is dry so that I don’t catch my death of pneumonia from the wind blowing in my face.”
Q let the horse’s leg drop. “How can you be kidding around at a time like this Bond?”
Bond didn’t answer, knowing his response would only have made Q even madder than he was.
Q walked over to the saddle, and Bond followed. Q pointed at the saddle.
“A saddle,” Bond stated in a matter of fact manner, “how thoughtful.”
Q shook his head, “This isn’t your average saddle, 007.” Q said as he pushed a small lever on the saddle.
Suddenly, two machine gun barrels, one on either side of the saddle, slid out of secret compartments.
“Because we had a lack of any real space to work with, there are only twenty-five rounds in either turret. So, please use them sparingly.” Q urged Bond.
“I’ll do my best to make sure my gun isn’t firing blanks.” Bond said with a grin.
Q shook his head. “Luckily, being where we are in the middle of nowhere, there should be no feminine distractions.” Q told Bond, in a scolding tone.
Bond mounted the horse and prepared to leave.
“Well,” Bond said, “Thanks again for the unique mode of travel, Q. I’ll do my best to keep this one in once piece.”
“Somehow,” Q said as he stepped back from the horse, “I find that hard to believe. Good luck, James, I think you will need it this time.”
“The train will be leaving in ten minutes,” Bond said, “Don’t miss it.” Bond said to the grumpy old man who Bond held in the highest esteem.
And with that, James Bond, secret agent of the British Government, began the two mile trek towards the small town of Kirensk. His mission was to find out what caused the massive explosion over Siberia. Was it a new weapon that the Tsar had developed? Most of the best eye witness accounts came from this area Siberia, so it was hoped, the answer would be found there as well.
But James Bond wasn’t the only foreign national, in disguise, trying to find what caused the explosion. The Japanese, having just recently defeated the Russians in war, were also interested at what caused the explosion as well. Was the Tsar testing this new weapon, and preparing to use it against Japan??? Only time would tell.
Continued
STAR TREK
RMS TITANIC II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
RMS TITANIC II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
In late July, 1905, word of explosion had become known to most of the world, have been witnessed from various distances, even as far as Japan. The explosion piqued the interest of the British who, in turn, sent an agent to Siberia, covertly of course, to look into the cause of the explosion. His name was Bond: James Bond (Sean Connery of course).
Bond, who disguised himself as a Russian peasant, made his way, via train, through the massive country of the Russian people. James Bond felt pity for the starved people, and very primitive state in terms of technical advancement, that the Tsar’s regime was defending. Russia had suffered through many famines, and a serious epidemic of Cholera, in the late 1800s, and it showed. Every train station was littered with beggars: men, women, children, of all ages.
Through-out the various stops along the way, Bond could tell right away that the country was ripe for rebellion. In fact, the failure of the Tsar’s military in the Russo-Japanese war earlier in the year had caused a small rebellion. The revolt ended swiftly, due to overwhelming response by the Tsar’s forces, but Bond could tell by the impoverished nature of the people, that there would be other, larger, attempts. And when the end came, the revolt would lead to much loss of life to the elite who ran the country.
Bond was heading toward a small village, town, in the southern part of Siberia. His forged papers were hardly ever needed to be shown due to the lack of any real security checks anywhere. The trains he rode were often also pulling food supplies which required long stops at various points along the way. But, after a month and a half of train delays, and weather issues, and the loading and unloading of cattle, what little there was of it, he finally arrived at his destination: Kirensk. He found an old man there waiting for him, who like Bond, was an agent of Her Majesties’ Secret Service. Bond walked over to the friendly face.
“It’s about time you got here, Bond.” Q said in his usually grumpy way.
“I’m quite sure you saw the depleted conditions on the way, Q. You only left two weeks before I did, so you saw what I saw.” Bond said to Q as they walked out of the small train station.
“Ghastly,” Q said, “Such Ghastly conditions,” Q stated. “Any way, I was able to get you this,” He said as he pointed ahead.
A white and grey horse was what Q pointed at. “She may not look like much, but look here,” Q said to Bond.
Q lifted up the horse’s front right leg, and showed Bond the horses unique shoe.
“Those are horse shoes,” Bond said, “so what?”
Q shook his head, “Please be quiet Bond, and pay attention. These shoes are made of a special material that we and the Americans have been working on. It allows for better tracking, and because of the unique spring action, it will increase the horse’s speed by a factor of 1.6.”
Bond shook his head, “Then,” Bond said dryly, “I will make sure my head is dry so that I don’t catch my death of pneumonia from the wind blowing in my face.”
Q let the horse’s leg drop. “How can you be kidding around at a time like this Bond?”
Bond didn’t answer, knowing his response would only have made Q even madder than he was.
Q walked over to the saddle, and Bond followed. Q pointed at the saddle.
“A saddle,” Bond stated in a matter of fact manner, “how thoughtful.”
Q shook his head, “This isn’t your average saddle, 007.” Q said as he pushed a small lever on the saddle.
Suddenly, two machine gun barrels, one on either side of the saddle, slid out of secret compartments.
“Because we had a lack of any real space to work with, there are only twenty-five rounds in either turret. So, please use them sparingly.” Q urged Bond.
“I’ll do my best to make sure my gun isn’t firing blanks.” Bond said with a grin.
Q shook his head. “Luckily, being where we are in the middle of nowhere, there should be no feminine distractions.” Q told Bond, in a scolding tone.
Bond mounted the horse and prepared to leave.
“Well,” Bond said, “Thanks again for the unique mode of travel, Q. I’ll do my best to keep this one in once piece.”
“Somehow,” Q said as he stepped back from the horse, “I find that hard to believe. Good luck, James, I think you will need it this time.”
“The train will be leaving in ten minutes,” Bond said, “Don’t miss it.” Bond said to the grumpy old man who Bond held in the highest esteem.
And with that, James Bond, secret agent of the British Government, began the two mile trek towards the small town of Kirensk. His mission was to find out what caused the massive explosion over Siberia. Was it a new weapon that the Tsar had developed? Most of the best eye witness accounts came from this area Siberia, so it was hoped, the answer would be found there as well.
But James Bond wasn’t the only foreign national, in disguise, trying to find what caused the explosion. The Japanese, having just recently defeated the Russians in war, were also interested at what caused the explosion as well. Was the Tsar testing this new weapon, and preparing to use it against Japan??? Only time would tell.
Continued
STAR TREK
RMS TITANIC II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
RobertScorpio
Pariah
RMS ENTERPRISE II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
(a retelling of the Titantic, with flavors of Starfleet History with elements of James Bond, 007, thrown in)
by Jake Sisko
#03
The nights were very cold, freezing cold, in Russia’s Siberia frontier. Upon arriving in the small town of Kirensk, secret agent James Bond (Sean Connery) soon found himself in need of warmth, thus he ended up in a bed, and as usual, he wasn’t alone.
Bond had stopped in at the local supply store and found that it had been owned by the same family for over one hundred years. They did a good business supplying the local population, which included trappers of all kind, fishermen who trekked hundreds of miles to the south to the Pacific Ocean ports. But, more importantly, the family would know most, if not all, of the small population that was nearby. Perhaps they had answers.
The daughter of the local shop owner was very accommodating. Not only did she invite him to her home for dinner, she also offered him “dessert”, which James Bond accepted with much thanks. She also spoke English, having gone to school and learned it a child.
They were together, in bed. She was smoking a cigarette as Bond was kissing her soft left shoulder.
“That’s a pretty nasty habit,” James said softly.
“Oh, please, I am twenty-years old. Don’t treat me like my papa does.” Aleksis said.
“I’m not talking about your cigarette,” James said seductively, “I’m talking about this.”
He was pointing at a tattoo that was on her left rib cage. It was of a fox.
“My father doesn’t know I have that, please do not tell him.” Aleksis pleaded.
“Perhaps I should administer the spanking due you, in his place,” James said with a wry smile.
“Ohhhh, James,” she replied.
With her at ease, James decided to ask her some questions.
“I read in the papers in Moscow about an explosion in the sky recently. Did you see it?” James asked.
She nodded. “Yes, I did. I was up early getting ready to do my chores when it happened. It was very loud and bright. I thought it was the end of the world.”
“I wonder what it was?” James asked, fishing for clues.
“Oh,” she said to him, “I don’t know, but a chunk of it fell near here. A deer herder named Rejnak found it. Apparently it fell from the sky, hitting and killing his only handler, as it did.” (OF COURSE, READERS, WE KNOW THAT ISN’T WHAT HAPPENED…)
“How unfortunate.” James said.
With the information he needed now in possession, James let the girl talk about her dreams of becoming the next Princess of Russia before they both finally fell asleep. Several hours later, while she was in deep slumber, James dressed himself and then slipped out the door to her small abode.
He fetched his horse and headed toward the direction of Rejnak’s home, which according to Aleksis, wasn’t that far from where she lived. Perhaps this mission would have a short lifespan, James Bond thought to himself. The explosion was, just as the British Science Department predicted, a small piece of space rock, and nothing more.
As Bond had the horse gallop away from the center of the town, he was unaware of the pair of eyes that watched his progress. The stranger soon mounted a pure black horse, and followed Bond’s trail at a slower speed.
--
At that moment, back at the train station on the other side of the town, Rejnak boarded a train. He had killed Abat, but he did not know why. He had also gone home that night, a month and a half ago, and killed his wife of twenty-five years, and his two children, both boys, ages nine and twelve, with an axe from his barn.
And then, on this night, he packed up his belongings, and as if drawn by some internal instinct, found himself boarding a train. The necklace was safe, and sound, inside his a clothing bag.
--
James Bond searched the inside of the now abandoned house. He found three bodies, including two children, hacked to pieces, in the house. It was clear that they had been dead for sometime. Since this part of Siberia was pretty much a frontier area, there was little, if any, law enforcement, which would explain why the bodies were still here.
He searched the house as best he could, and then he left the disturbing scene. As he was walking toward his horse, he noticed wagon wheel tracks near the exit of the door. With the wind that howled nightly in these parts, Bond deduced that the tracks had been made recently. With such barren landscape, James tracked the tracks, using a portable light device Q had given him during some past mission.
The tracks headed off of the farm, in a southwest direction. James looked as far he could through the blackness, and saw, at least three miles in the distance, the lights of the small train station he had arrived at the previous night before, himself. A train was just departing, its whistle being heard upon the wind, and James Bond knew that who ever had that necklace was on it.
He ran to his horse and mounted it, and just as he was about to chase after the train, a gun shot was heard, and the whizzing sound of bullet zipped past his head. He was being shot at!!! But you was shooting at him?
Then he saw a man on a black horse come out of the shadow, holding gun. There was another gunshot, and James flinched as the bullet smashed his upper arm.
“What did you find in the house?” The gunman asked as he approached Bond.
“Nothing,” James said. Then he flicked the lever and the turrets slid out from the saddle. James fired the weapon and watched as two bullets struck the oriental assailant.
James Bond jumped off his horse. He wanted to get information from the man who had shot him in the arm.
James crouched over the dying man.
“Sorry about that," Bond said, "but then again," Bond said look at his own wound, "maybe not. Now, who do you work for?” James asked. “You’re going to die anyway, so just tell me.”
The man was Japanese, and no doubt was sent to investigate the explosion as well.
“I will tell you nothing,” the man said with a Japanese accent. "Long live the Japanese Empire." And then he died.
Bond didn’t have time to search the man’s body, nor did he have time to bandage his own arm. It was only a glancing shot anyway. The train was starting to gather speed, and Bond had to get on that train. So he mounted the horse and followed after the train, which was three miles away. So he pressed the horse as much as he could. The spring-action horse shoes allowed the horse to gallop faster. It was lightning speed, but for horse, it was fast enough and would allow the animal to not tire as much as it would with ordinary irons.
--
Aboard the Train:
Rejnak found himself moving in and out of a rational state of mind. He had memories of killing his wife and children, but his actions were not his own. He had memories of finding the space rock, with Abat, and then killing his middle-eastern friend, and removing the strange necklace for himself. And now, he was being driven, as if by instinct, to board the train, and bring the necklace to a new location. He closed his eyes and dreamed of his old life; a simple man who herded reindeer for slaughter.
It was a life time away.
--
James Bond was amazed at how fast the horse was at full gallop. He was able to reach the train, which was accelerating, and he was able to make the jump on to the caboose. Just before jumping off of the horse, he switched a lever that caused the saddle to eject off of the back of the animal. James Bond stood safely on the caboose, caressing his sore arm, and watched as his the horse veered off and became a wild animal once again. Then he watched as the saddle exploded, destroying all remnants of the technology used to create it.
Bond entered the caboose, and prepared to find the farmer; Rejnak. While searching the man’s home, Bond had seen pictures of the small family arrayed around the house. What could drive a man to kill his family, in such a violent manner, worried Bond. Did the farmer find something in the space rock that had altered his mind? James Bond, Agent 007, had to find before the man killed again.
Continued…
RMS ENTERPRISE
James T Kirk/Edith Keeler:
They became lovers on board the RMS ENTERPRISE, and barely escaped with their lives. With Kirk’s memory lost, Edith went on with out her one true love, and he with out his one true love. But now, twenty-five years later, as England is pulled into World War Two, they are fated to meet again….and they are going back to the RMS ENTERPRISE!!!
Legend of the African Ice-storm
(a retelling of the Titantic, with flavors of Starfleet History with elements of James Bond, 007, thrown in)
by Jake Sisko
#03
The nights were very cold, freezing cold, in Russia’s Siberia frontier. Upon arriving in the small town of Kirensk, secret agent James Bond (Sean Connery) soon found himself in need of warmth, thus he ended up in a bed, and as usual, he wasn’t alone.
Bond had stopped in at the local supply store and found that it had been owned by the same family for over one hundred years. They did a good business supplying the local population, which included trappers of all kind, fishermen who trekked hundreds of miles to the south to the Pacific Ocean ports. But, more importantly, the family would know most, if not all, of the small population that was nearby. Perhaps they had answers.
The daughter of the local shop owner was very accommodating. Not only did she invite him to her home for dinner, she also offered him “dessert”, which James Bond accepted with much thanks. She also spoke English, having gone to school and learned it a child.
They were together, in bed. She was smoking a cigarette as Bond was kissing her soft left shoulder.
“That’s a pretty nasty habit,” James said softly.
“Oh, please, I am twenty-years old. Don’t treat me like my papa does.” Aleksis said.
“I’m not talking about your cigarette,” James said seductively, “I’m talking about this.”
He was pointing at a tattoo that was on her left rib cage. It was of a fox.
“My father doesn’t know I have that, please do not tell him.” Aleksis pleaded.
“Perhaps I should administer the spanking due you, in his place,” James said with a wry smile.
“Ohhhh, James,” she replied.
With her at ease, James decided to ask her some questions.
“I read in the papers in Moscow about an explosion in the sky recently. Did you see it?” James asked.
She nodded. “Yes, I did. I was up early getting ready to do my chores when it happened. It was very loud and bright. I thought it was the end of the world.”
“I wonder what it was?” James asked, fishing for clues.
“Oh,” she said to him, “I don’t know, but a chunk of it fell near here. A deer herder named Rejnak found it. Apparently it fell from the sky, hitting and killing his only handler, as it did.” (OF COURSE, READERS, WE KNOW THAT ISN’T WHAT HAPPENED…)
“How unfortunate.” James said.
With the information he needed now in possession, James let the girl talk about her dreams of becoming the next Princess of Russia before they both finally fell asleep. Several hours later, while she was in deep slumber, James dressed himself and then slipped out the door to her small abode.
He fetched his horse and headed toward the direction of Rejnak’s home, which according to Aleksis, wasn’t that far from where she lived. Perhaps this mission would have a short lifespan, James Bond thought to himself. The explosion was, just as the British Science Department predicted, a small piece of space rock, and nothing more.
As Bond had the horse gallop away from the center of the town, he was unaware of the pair of eyes that watched his progress. The stranger soon mounted a pure black horse, and followed Bond’s trail at a slower speed.
--
At that moment, back at the train station on the other side of the town, Rejnak boarded a train. He had killed Abat, but he did not know why. He had also gone home that night, a month and a half ago, and killed his wife of twenty-five years, and his two children, both boys, ages nine and twelve, with an axe from his barn.
And then, on this night, he packed up his belongings, and as if drawn by some internal instinct, found himself boarding a train. The necklace was safe, and sound, inside his a clothing bag.
--
James Bond searched the inside of the now abandoned house. He found three bodies, including two children, hacked to pieces, in the house. It was clear that they had been dead for sometime. Since this part of Siberia was pretty much a frontier area, there was little, if any, law enforcement, which would explain why the bodies were still here.
He searched the house as best he could, and then he left the disturbing scene. As he was walking toward his horse, he noticed wagon wheel tracks near the exit of the door. With the wind that howled nightly in these parts, Bond deduced that the tracks had been made recently. With such barren landscape, James tracked the tracks, using a portable light device Q had given him during some past mission.
The tracks headed off of the farm, in a southwest direction. James looked as far he could through the blackness, and saw, at least three miles in the distance, the lights of the small train station he had arrived at the previous night before, himself. A train was just departing, its whistle being heard upon the wind, and James Bond knew that who ever had that necklace was on it.
He ran to his horse and mounted it, and just as he was about to chase after the train, a gun shot was heard, and the whizzing sound of bullet zipped past his head. He was being shot at!!! But you was shooting at him?
Then he saw a man on a black horse come out of the shadow, holding gun. There was another gunshot, and James flinched as the bullet smashed his upper arm.
“What did you find in the house?” The gunman asked as he approached Bond.
“Nothing,” James said. Then he flicked the lever and the turrets slid out from the saddle. James fired the weapon and watched as two bullets struck the oriental assailant.
James Bond jumped off his horse. He wanted to get information from the man who had shot him in the arm.
James crouched over the dying man.
“Sorry about that," Bond said, "but then again," Bond said look at his own wound, "maybe not. Now, who do you work for?” James asked. “You’re going to die anyway, so just tell me.”
The man was Japanese, and no doubt was sent to investigate the explosion as well.
“I will tell you nothing,” the man said with a Japanese accent. "Long live the Japanese Empire." And then he died.
Bond didn’t have time to search the man’s body, nor did he have time to bandage his own arm. It was only a glancing shot anyway. The train was starting to gather speed, and Bond had to get on that train. So he mounted the horse and followed after the train, which was three miles away. So he pressed the horse as much as he could. The spring-action horse shoes allowed the horse to gallop faster. It was lightning speed, but for horse, it was fast enough and would allow the animal to not tire as much as it would with ordinary irons.
--
Aboard the Train:
Rejnak found himself moving in and out of a rational state of mind. He had memories of killing his wife and children, but his actions were not his own. He had memories of finding the space rock, with Abat, and then killing his middle-eastern friend, and removing the strange necklace for himself. And now, he was being driven, as if by instinct, to board the train, and bring the necklace to a new location. He closed his eyes and dreamed of his old life; a simple man who herded reindeer for slaughter.
It was a life time away.
--
James Bond was amazed at how fast the horse was at full gallop. He was able to reach the train, which was accelerating, and he was able to make the jump on to the caboose. Just before jumping off of the horse, he switched a lever that caused the saddle to eject off of the back of the animal. James Bond stood safely on the caboose, caressing his sore arm, and watched as his the horse veered off and became a wild animal once again. Then he watched as the saddle exploded, destroying all remnants of the technology used to create it.
Bond entered the caboose, and prepared to find the farmer; Rejnak. While searching the man’s home, Bond had seen pictures of the small family arrayed around the house. What could drive a man to kill his family, in such a violent manner, worried Bond. Did the farmer find something in the space rock that had altered his mind? James Bond, Agent 007, had to find before the man killed again.
Continued…
RMS ENTERPRISE
James T Kirk/Edith Keeler:
They became lovers on board the RMS ENTERPRISE, and barely escaped with their lives. With Kirk’s memory lost, Edith went on with out her one true love, and he with out his one true love. But now, twenty-five years later, as England is pulled into World War Two, they are fated to meet again….and they are going back to the RMS ENTERPRISE!!!
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
RMS ENTERPRISE
STAR TREK
RMS ENTERPRISE
Legend of the African Ice-storm
#04
(a retelling of the Titantic, with flavors of Starfleet History with elements of James Bond, 007, thrown in)
by Jake Sisko
July/1905.
James Bond (Sean Connery of course), with his fake papers, was able to sneak aboard the main passenger cabin of the train. Most of the passengers were sleeping, due to the early morning hour. But one passenger was still awake, and Bond deduced immediately that it was Rejnak (Gary Oldman). Rejnak was the man who had killed his own family, and had boarded the train. He was also one of two men who had found some kind of rock that had fallen from the sky after the fantastic explosion on June 30 1905, only a month or in the past.
Rejnak was deep in thought, Bond surmised, and didn’t even look up when Bond had come into the car. Bond found an empty seat next to a snoring man, who was sleeping with his head propped up against the window.
The train had several stops, and James Bond had no idea where Rejnak would be getting off. With no scheduled stops for another three hours, Bond decided to close his eyes and get some much needed rest. What James Bond didn’t know, nor could he, was that these would be the final three hours he would ever sleep again. For the next time he woke his eyes, it would be the last time. Bond would die.
Sometime later, the train was slowing down. Bond opened his eyes, and saw that Rejnak was still in his seat at the front of the cabin. Bond checked his pocket watch, and saw that one hour or so had passed, and the first wisps of sunlight could be seen in the distance. Why was the train slowing down: Bond wondered? He gazed outside his window and saw the answer. Atop a hill in the distance he could see several dozen men, in dark outfits, with black turbans on their heads, and vales across their faces, atop large Persian horses. Bond didn’t like the looks of this situation. And then, with out warning, Bond knew his time was up. The train exploded, utterly. A giant red fireball ascended into the above where the train had been. The train was destroyed, the metal frame incinerated by the heat. The explosion was in a very sparse area of the Siberian frontier, unseen by any witnesses.
After a while, one of the men dismounted his horse and walked over to the where the train had been. Now, only tiny pieces of what had been metal, and human bones, remained. But one item was not destroyed, not even scratched, and it had been on the train when it exploded. It was the glowing, dark purple necklace. The masked man saw the glow coming from beneath ashes. He dug through the ashes and found the necklace. He walked back to his horse, mounted it, and with the rest of the riders, he rode off.
--
Two months later, James Bond, agent 007, was certified dead. He was replaced by a new agent, also named James Bond, and with the same designation; 007. He would carry on the mantle of the agent known as James Bond. (Now played by Roger Moore, of course)
--
Nine years later.
MARCH/1914
Theodore Roosevelt, President of the United States, did not like to be kept waiting. He sat in his recently painted office in the White House, and he waited. Finally there was a knock on his door, and two men were let in by his secretary.
One of them was Artemus Gordon (Ross Martin). President had known Gordon for many years. Gordon was the head of an ultra top secret organization that had one purpose; Keeping the nation safe from non-conventional threats.
The other man was Gordon’s best agents a man named James T West (Robert Conrad of course). Roosevelt didn’t really care for West’s brazen way of accomplishing missions, but he could not argue with the man’s success.
“What took you two so long?” President Roosevelt asked. “I have train to catch to Boston in about one hour.”
“Sorry for the delay Ted,” Artemus said, “But it could not be helped.”
“Artemus,” Roosevelt said from behind his desk, “I am the President of these United States. Please do me the honor of addressing as such, and not by my first name.”
“I will try to remember,” Artemus said as he helped himself to a glass of wine from the small bar in the office.
Roosevelt looked to West. “I read your report about your adventure down the Colorado River. Did you find the missing artifact?”
West nodded as Artemus handed him a glass of wine as well. They then both sat in the chairs across from Roosevelt’s side of the desk.
“Yes, I did sir.” West replied. “And I returned it to the Apache nation, as you so ordered.”
“Very well,” Roosevelt said. He then reached in his desk and took out another file.
“Wait a second Teddy,” Artemus said, “another mission so soon? Can’t we get a break?”
Roosevelt gave Artemus a look of annoyance, and then nodded his head. “No, all the other experienced agents are on missions.”
“What about Remo Williams?” West asked. “The last time I checked, he wasn’t busy.”
“He is now,” Roosevelt said. “Besides,” the President added, “I need my best two men. And with all due regards to Remo Williams, and Steve Austin, you two are my A-team.”
“Oh please,” West said with all humility.
Artemus watched as Roosevelt read through the file. “So,” Artemus asked, sipping from his wine, “What is the mission?”
He showed them a faded out picture of an ordinary necklace. Though color photography was years away, in terms of use by the public, the government already had the ability.
West shook his head. “So what do we have here, an ordinary necklace, with ordinary stones around it?” West asked.
“Not ordinary stones, Mr. West,” the President said with worry in his voice. “Our British friends believe it to have incredible properties, as do the German and the Japanese. I want you to find these stones, and bring them to me, before they find it.”
And then Roosevelt took out two boarding passes for the two of them.
“Where are we going?” West asked.
“Actually,” Roosevelt said, “you’ll be coming here, to America. These are tickets for first-class passage on the RMS ENTERPRISE. This will be her maiden voyage, and according to the Brits, the necklace, and its owner, will be on that ship; and now, so will you.”
West smiled, as did Artemus. Their mission was to take a cruise ship back from England to the United States. It was nothing more than a dream mission that had come true; or so they thought.
--
Continued
STAR TREK
STAR TREK
RMS ENTERPRISE
Legend of the African Ice-storm
#04
(a retelling of the Titantic, with flavors of Starfleet History with elements of James Bond, 007, thrown in)
by Jake Sisko
July/1905.
James Bond (Sean Connery of course), with his fake papers, was able to sneak aboard the main passenger cabin of the train. Most of the passengers were sleeping, due to the early morning hour. But one passenger was still awake, and Bond deduced immediately that it was Rejnak (Gary Oldman). Rejnak was the man who had killed his own family, and had boarded the train. He was also one of two men who had found some kind of rock that had fallen from the sky after the fantastic explosion on June 30 1905, only a month or in the past.
Rejnak was deep in thought, Bond surmised, and didn’t even look up when Bond had come into the car. Bond found an empty seat next to a snoring man, who was sleeping with his head propped up against the window.
The train had several stops, and James Bond had no idea where Rejnak would be getting off. With no scheduled stops for another three hours, Bond decided to close his eyes and get some much needed rest. What James Bond didn’t know, nor could he, was that these would be the final three hours he would ever sleep again. For the next time he woke his eyes, it would be the last time. Bond would die.
Sometime later, the train was slowing down. Bond opened his eyes, and saw that Rejnak was still in his seat at the front of the cabin. Bond checked his pocket watch, and saw that one hour or so had passed, and the first wisps of sunlight could be seen in the distance. Why was the train slowing down: Bond wondered? He gazed outside his window and saw the answer. Atop a hill in the distance he could see several dozen men, in dark outfits, with black turbans on their heads, and vales across their faces, atop large Persian horses. Bond didn’t like the looks of this situation. And then, with out warning, Bond knew his time was up. The train exploded, utterly. A giant red fireball ascended into the above where the train had been. The train was destroyed, the metal frame incinerated by the heat. The explosion was in a very sparse area of the Siberian frontier, unseen by any witnesses.
After a while, one of the men dismounted his horse and walked over to the where the train had been. Now, only tiny pieces of what had been metal, and human bones, remained. But one item was not destroyed, not even scratched, and it had been on the train when it exploded. It was the glowing, dark purple necklace. The masked man saw the glow coming from beneath ashes. He dug through the ashes and found the necklace. He walked back to his horse, mounted it, and with the rest of the riders, he rode off.
--
Two months later, James Bond, agent 007, was certified dead. He was replaced by a new agent, also named James Bond, and with the same designation; 007. He would carry on the mantle of the agent known as James Bond. (Now played by Roger Moore, of course)
--
Nine years later.
MARCH/1914
Theodore Roosevelt, President of the United States, did not like to be kept waiting. He sat in his recently painted office in the White House, and he waited. Finally there was a knock on his door, and two men were let in by his secretary.
One of them was Artemus Gordon (Ross Martin). President had known Gordon for many years. Gordon was the head of an ultra top secret organization that had one purpose; Keeping the nation safe from non-conventional threats.
The other man was Gordon’s best agents a man named James T West (Robert Conrad of course). Roosevelt didn’t really care for West’s brazen way of accomplishing missions, but he could not argue with the man’s success.
“What took you two so long?” President Roosevelt asked. “I have train to catch to Boston in about one hour.”
“Sorry for the delay Ted,” Artemus said, “But it could not be helped.”
“Artemus,” Roosevelt said from behind his desk, “I am the President of these United States. Please do me the honor of addressing as such, and not by my first name.”
“I will try to remember,” Artemus said as he helped himself to a glass of wine from the small bar in the office.
Roosevelt looked to West. “I read your report about your adventure down the Colorado River. Did you find the missing artifact?”
West nodded as Artemus handed him a glass of wine as well. They then both sat in the chairs across from Roosevelt’s side of the desk.
“Yes, I did sir.” West replied. “And I returned it to the Apache nation, as you so ordered.”
“Very well,” Roosevelt said. He then reached in his desk and took out another file.
“Wait a second Teddy,” Artemus said, “another mission so soon? Can’t we get a break?”
Roosevelt gave Artemus a look of annoyance, and then nodded his head. “No, all the other experienced agents are on missions.”
“What about Remo Williams?” West asked. “The last time I checked, he wasn’t busy.”
“He is now,” Roosevelt said. “Besides,” the President added, “I need my best two men. And with all due regards to Remo Williams, and Steve Austin, you two are my A-team.”
“Oh please,” West said with all humility.
Artemus watched as Roosevelt read through the file. “So,” Artemus asked, sipping from his wine, “What is the mission?”
He showed them a faded out picture of an ordinary necklace. Though color photography was years away, in terms of use by the public, the government already had the ability.
West shook his head. “So what do we have here, an ordinary necklace, with ordinary stones around it?” West asked.
“Not ordinary stones, Mr. West,” the President said with worry in his voice. “Our British friends believe it to have incredible properties, as do the German and the Japanese. I want you to find these stones, and bring them to me, before they find it.”
And then Roosevelt took out two boarding passes for the two of them.
“Where are we going?” West asked.
“Actually,” Roosevelt said, “you’ll be coming here, to America. These are tickets for first-class passage on the RMS ENTERPRISE. This will be her maiden voyage, and according to the Brits, the necklace, and its owner, will be on that ship; and now, so will you.”
West smiled, as did Artemus. Their mission was to take a cruise ship back from England to the United States. It was nothing more than a dream mission that had come true; or so they thought.
--
Continued
STAR TREK
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: RMS ENTERPRISE
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
Flash Back to the “RMS ENTERPRISE” episode of
“The Berg”
Featuring
Jim Kirk
Edith Keeler
Christopher Pike
and
James T West
Jim Kirk was lost in the pure ecstasy when the ship was suddenly rocked. The strangest part was that the violent thrust of the ship was timed as Jim Kirk reached the pinnacle of making love with Edith. And as they both, he and Edith, absorbed the moment of pure orgasmic fulfillment, the window shield was shattered by what could only have been a gunshot.
“Get out of that car!” Pike’s voice yelled from the other side of the storage area. The cars, and other large items, had been packed in tightly so as to maximize the storage area.
“Oh my God,” Edith said excitedly, “it’s Christopher. He’ll kill you James! You’ve got to get out of here.”
Jim Kirk looked out the other window and could see Christopher Pike attempting to work his way past the jam packed cars.
“He looks crazed,” Jim Kirk said to Edith. “I think he’ll kill us both if given a chance.”
Kirk held Edith’s hand and led her in the opposite direction from which Pike was coming at them; armed with a gun. The scorned husband to be saw the two young lovers fleeing toward the far exit. He aimed his gun and fired. The bullet missed Kirk by mere inches. Kirk looked back at Pike.
“I’ll search this boat if need be!” Pike yelled at Kirk. “And when I find you; you will die.”
Kirk tried to reason with Pike as he watched Edith scurry through the metal door. “Look, we can fight over her later. But the ship has hit an iceberg. You and I have a duty as gentlemen to make sure all women and children are seen to safety first!”
Pike aimed the gun and fired. Luckily Kirk ducked out of the large steel door as the bullet stuck the door behind him. Kirk ran forward onto the deck where he joined Edith. She held him close as they both saw the large iceberg as it was still jammed up against the side of the boat. Several large chunks of ice had crashed on the decks below where Second Class passengers were. Kirk could only hope his new friends, Scotty, along with Sulu and his acrobatic brothers were safe for the time being. Kirk grabbed Edith’s hand and ran, trying his best to help her as they both ran.
Pike emerged from the door and took in the small, but growing panic that was gripping the other passengers.
As Pike ran from the garage where the cars were parked, another man slipped in. His name was James T West. He had kept a low profile during the voyage, and knew that his actions now might decide the fate of the world. He ran towards the car that Kirk and Edith had found true passion. West saw the two, but had to wait, not wanting to interrupt their passion, but really not wanting to be seen. But now the coast was clear. He wanted to interfere with the entire drama between Kirk and Pike, but didn’t have the time to.
Now, with the car abandoned, he had a chance to search it. The car belonged to Mikili Densecho, a wealthy Russian business who was aboard as well, and was immigrating to America. The pictures of the necklace were taken in his home, back in Moscow, and it was hoped that the necklace was being smuggled into America by Mikili.
West held a small strange device that registered radiation levels. And, sure enough, elevated levels were coming from the car’s trunk. He popped the trunk, then pulled up a false rug. And then he saw it, the necklace. And as he looked at the strange crystals that adorned it, it started to glow a deep dark purple color. He started to feel dizzy. And then he felt a piercing pain. He looked down at his waist and saw the point of a knife sticking out of his stomach. Someone had stabbed him in the back. He turned around and saw his killer…a beautiful woman.
“I knew you were coming,” she said to West as he breathed his lest breath. “And now you will die on this vessel, with the other humans as well.” She said.
She pulled the knife out. She closed the car’s trunk, leaving the necklace right where it was.
And not long after she had left the garage, the RMS Enterprise sunk to the bottom of the ocean, taking the car, and the necklace that was hid inside its trunk, with it.
CONTINUED
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
Flash Back to the “RMS ENTERPRISE” episode of
“The Berg”
Featuring
Jim Kirk
Edith Keeler
Christopher Pike
and
James T West
Jim Kirk was lost in the pure ecstasy when the ship was suddenly rocked. The strangest part was that the violent thrust of the ship was timed as Jim Kirk reached the pinnacle of making love with Edith. And as they both, he and Edith, absorbed the moment of pure orgasmic fulfillment, the window shield was shattered by what could only have been a gunshot.
“Get out of that car!” Pike’s voice yelled from the other side of the storage area. The cars, and other large items, had been packed in tightly so as to maximize the storage area.
“Oh my God,” Edith said excitedly, “it’s Christopher. He’ll kill you James! You’ve got to get out of here.”
Jim Kirk looked out the other window and could see Christopher Pike attempting to work his way past the jam packed cars.
“He looks crazed,” Jim Kirk said to Edith. “I think he’ll kill us both if given a chance.”
Kirk held Edith’s hand and led her in the opposite direction from which Pike was coming at them; armed with a gun. The scorned husband to be saw the two young lovers fleeing toward the far exit. He aimed his gun and fired. The bullet missed Kirk by mere inches. Kirk looked back at Pike.
“I’ll search this boat if need be!” Pike yelled at Kirk. “And when I find you; you will die.”
Kirk tried to reason with Pike as he watched Edith scurry through the metal door. “Look, we can fight over her later. But the ship has hit an iceberg. You and I have a duty as gentlemen to make sure all women and children are seen to safety first!”
Pike aimed the gun and fired. Luckily Kirk ducked out of the large steel door as the bullet stuck the door behind him. Kirk ran forward onto the deck where he joined Edith. She held him close as they both saw the large iceberg as it was still jammed up against the side of the boat. Several large chunks of ice had crashed on the decks below where Second Class passengers were. Kirk could only hope his new friends, Scotty, along with Sulu and his acrobatic brothers were safe for the time being. Kirk grabbed Edith’s hand and ran, trying his best to help her as they both ran.
Pike emerged from the door and took in the small, but growing panic that was gripping the other passengers.
As Pike ran from the garage where the cars were parked, another man slipped in. His name was James T West. He had kept a low profile during the voyage, and knew that his actions now might decide the fate of the world. He ran towards the car that Kirk and Edith had found true passion. West saw the two, but had to wait, not wanting to interrupt their passion, but really not wanting to be seen. But now the coast was clear. He wanted to interfere with the entire drama between Kirk and Pike, but didn’t have the time to.
Now, with the car abandoned, he had a chance to search it. The car belonged to Mikili Densecho, a wealthy Russian business who was aboard as well, and was immigrating to America. The pictures of the necklace were taken in his home, back in Moscow, and it was hoped that the necklace was being smuggled into America by Mikili.
West held a small strange device that registered radiation levels. And, sure enough, elevated levels were coming from the car’s trunk. He popped the trunk, then pulled up a false rug. And then he saw it, the necklace. And as he looked at the strange crystals that adorned it, it started to glow a deep dark purple color. He started to feel dizzy. And then he felt a piercing pain. He looked down at his waist and saw the point of a knife sticking out of his stomach. Someone had stabbed him in the back. He turned around and saw his killer…a beautiful woman.
“I knew you were coming,” she said to West as he breathed his lest breath. “And now you will die on this vessel, with the other humans as well.” She said.
She pulled the knife out. She closed the car’s trunk, leaving the necklace right where it was.
And not long after she had left the garage, the RMS Enterprise sunk to the bottom of the ocean, taking the car, and the necklace that was hid inside its trunk, with it.
CONTINUED
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: RMS ENTERPRISE
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
The year was 1941. It had been twenty-nine years since the Titanic went down, on its maiden voyager from Queenstown on its way to New York. James Kirk was no longer the youmg rebel rouser he had been when he had tricked his way aboard the mighty vessel. In fact, he could hardly remember the events of that fateful night when the Titanic went down.
He had suffered brain trauma, and all he could remember of that night was the cold sensation of the water. Yet, for some reason, there had always seemed to be a hole in his heart. For twenty-nine years he had dreams of a beautiful woman, who had a smile that warmed Jim’s heart when ever he flashes of image in his mind. But due to his injury, he could not fight through the fog inside his own mind, and place a name to it. All that he knew was that he loved her; a woman he simply could not remember.
So, he had gone on with his life. Now, at the age of 40, he found himself the captain of his own tugboat. His boat, which he called Butler, worked out of the harbors of America’s east coast. With the world plunged into a World War, the second such war, Kirk made a living pushing US NAVY vessels out to sea, and pushing them back into their moorings as well. On the side, he ran a small diving company. They would make dives for the US GOVERNMENT to retrieve important items from downed naval vessels that they could reach on the bottom of the ocean floor. Because of the war, the Navy’s diving technology had stalled. Kirk, ever a pioneer in the field, and thanks to the modest income his tug-boat business brought in, was able to but the latest Swedish diving bells and platforms. The latest diving bell would allow, in theory, a person to dive to depths as deep as two-miles, which was an unbelievable depth just five years earlier.
In the recent years, Kirk had also met a young, idealistic, and very smart, man by the name of Harry Mudd. Harry was idealistic, in that he was an anarchist through and through. Harry believed that the would be best served if there were no nations, and if drinking alcohol was mandatory for everyone once they reached the age of five years old. A drunk world, Harry thought, would be to hung over to fight wars that led to more killing than innocent drunken brawls would. Harry also loved to dive, just as Kirk did. The two of them had even found a ship from the Spanish navy that had gone down off the coast of Maine nearly four-hundred years in the past. They found enough gold medallions in her rotted out hull to start up the small time diving company they ran. Though, due to the war, and aside from being employed by the Navy from time to time, they really just used the diving company to further their love for the ocean, and their hope to find more sunken treasure.
It was 0615 in the morning, and James Kirk was out on the tug-boat, helping prepare it for another jaunt out to sea. A Navy frigate was due in later, and Kirk was out on the tug making sure his new hire, and Captain of the Butler, Wil Decker, was properly briefed by Harry the night before.
“This will be the first time,” Kirk said to Decker as they both watched the deck hands prepare the ship, “that I haven’t captained this vessel in nearly ten years.”
“So then why did you hire me?” the much younger Decker asked.
Kirk looked over at Decker. Decker’s face was smooth, very youthful, and held an innocent charm about it. Decker, who was twenty-five years old, also had a slight limp, due to a shark attack years ago. The shark had taken a chunk out of his left leg. The wound did nothing to break the young man’s will, and Kirk had tried, in the recent weeks, to break his will while training him on the rough Atlantic waters. But the deck hands were well trained, at Decker proved his sea worthiness, thus Kirk promoted Decker to Captain.
Kirk had also known Decker’s father, Matt Decker, in the distant past. The two had met in the early 1920s at a bordello they both frequented, and over time they became friends. Unfortunately Matt’s life was cut short when two penniless bums robbed, and killed him, on streets of south Philly.
“So why did I hire you, you ask?” Kirk replied, as he came out of his momentary tour of the past. “I hired you because I knew your father, and because my knees are getting to old for this shit.”
Decker smiled. “Bull,” Decker said, “you hired me because you just want to dive all day long with Harry. Well,” Decker said, “my father said you owed him one because he bailed you out of some mess you got into when you were both in Japan.”
Kirk thought back to the event that Decker was referring to. It was that entire ordeal with the Kobayashi Maru, a sunken Japanese ship that he and Harry stumbled upon in their early years of treasure hunting. What got them in trouble, and mainly Kirk, was how they went about getting much of information that led to finding the ship. It all came down to Kirk seducing the twenty year old Japanese daughter of a one of Japan’s more respected Professors of Japanese history. After sneaking into the Professor’s house, and after two hours of passionate love-making with his daughter, Kirk snuck out of her room and made his way to the Professor’s study. He went through all of the ancient maps that the Professor had collected, and took snap shots of them with an experimental camera Harry had lifted from a Navy friend of his.
As James Kirk was taking the last of the photos, the door to the study opened, and the Professor walked in and caught Kirk, red handed, looking at the maps. Kirk was arrested, and was taken to jail. Matt Decker, who was also in Japan, knew Kirk from the past, having played poker against the young, and dashing Kirk, along the docks of many harbors. Decker knew what strings to pull, and eventually got Kirk released from Japanese custody. So, in essence, Wil Decker was right. Kirk owed Matt a huge favor, and by hiring his son Wil, the debt was paid off. But all of that didn’t matter; Will Decker knew his way around a boat, and that was all that mattered.
James Kirk, finally satisfied with the prepping of the Butler, stepped off of the Tug and watched as Decker captained her out of the harbor, and out for its rendezvous with the frigate. As Kirk headed away from the dock, and towards the two story shack that housed his diving business, he was unaware of the woman who was looking at him from the small coffee house that was situated near the dock. Her name was Edith Keeler; and she remembered everything about the night the Titanic sunk, and the man who had made love to her, and had given her a child.
Edith had come to New York to find her the lost love of her life, Kirk. She had since gone on with her life, and had married. Her husband had helped her raise the son that was actually Kirk’s. But she was here for another important matter.
It was late November, 1941. Her husband, Dixon Hill, was a British intelligence officer. And like most Brits, in the early 1900s, Dixon believed that American would eventually be drawn into the war. When the British Government gave him a new mission, one that required deep sea diving, she suggested James Kirk. Dixon knew that his son was actually Kirk’s. He also new that Kirk had been very special to Edith. But he could not debate his logic. So, Dixon Hill sent his wife to meet the man that her heart could never forget. Time was of the essence because Dixon Hill knew that they weren’t the only ones preparing to go on a deep sea dive; so were the Germans.
Continued
RMS ENTERPRISE
Don’t forget to read STAR TREK phase-ONE: Voyage to Mars
It’s the 2050s…Earth is prepping for the first manned mission to Mars. Can the Captain of this first mission, Kirk, bring his crew together??? Find out. And watch out for; KHANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!
And
Star Trek: Shuffle the Deck
Admiral Picard must stop the Borg/Founder alliance from taking over the Galaxy while Mister Spock, who had been reincarnated into another plane of existence, must find away to save those in his past life….
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
The year was 1941. It had been twenty-nine years since the Titanic went down, on its maiden voyager from Queenstown on its way to New York. James Kirk was no longer the youmg rebel rouser he had been when he had tricked his way aboard the mighty vessel. In fact, he could hardly remember the events of that fateful night when the Titanic went down.
He had suffered brain trauma, and all he could remember of that night was the cold sensation of the water. Yet, for some reason, there had always seemed to be a hole in his heart. For twenty-nine years he had dreams of a beautiful woman, who had a smile that warmed Jim’s heart when ever he flashes of image in his mind. But due to his injury, he could not fight through the fog inside his own mind, and place a name to it. All that he knew was that he loved her; a woman he simply could not remember.
So, he had gone on with his life. Now, at the age of 40, he found himself the captain of his own tugboat. His boat, which he called Butler, worked out of the harbors of America’s east coast. With the world plunged into a World War, the second such war, Kirk made a living pushing US NAVY vessels out to sea, and pushing them back into their moorings as well. On the side, he ran a small diving company. They would make dives for the US GOVERNMENT to retrieve important items from downed naval vessels that they could reach on the bottom of the ocean floor. Because of the war, the Navy’s diving technology had stalled. Kirk, ever a pioneer in the field, and thanks to the modest income his tug-boat business brought in, was able to but the latest Swedish diving bells and platforms. The latest diving bell would allow, in theory, a person to dive to depths as deep as two-miles, which was an unbelievable depth just five years earlier.
In the recent years, Kirk had also met a young, idealistic, and very smart, man by the name of Harry Mudd. Harry was idealistic, in that he was an anarchist through and through. Harry believed that the would be best served if there were no nations, and if drinking alcohol was mandatory for everyone once they reached the age of five years old. A drunk world, Harry thought, would be to hung over to fight wars that led to more killing than innocent drunken brawls would. Harry also loved to dive, just as Kirk did. The two of them had even found a ship from the Spanish navy that had gone down off the coast of Maine nearly four-hundred years in the past. They found enough gold medallions in her rotted out hull to start up the small time diving company they ran. Though, due to the war, and aside from being employed by the Navy from time to time, they really just used the diving company to further their love for the ocean, and their hope to find more sunken treasure.
It was 0615 in the morning, and James Kirk was out on the tug-boat, helping prepare it for another jaunt out to sea. A Navy frigate was due in later, and Kirk was out on the tug making sure his new hire, and Captain of the Butler, Wil Decker, was properly briefed by Harry the night before.
“This will be the first time,” Kirk said to Decker as they both watched the deck hands prepare the ship, “that I haven’t captained this vessel in nearly ten years.”
“So then why did you hire me?” the much younger Decker asked.
Kirk looked over at Decker. Decker’s face was smooth, very youthful, and held an innocent charm about it. Decker, who was twenty-five years old, also had a slight limp, due to a shark attack years ago. The shark had taken a chunk out of his left leg. The wound did nothing to break the young man’s will, and Kirk had tried, in the recent weeks, to break his will while training him on the rough Atlantic waters. But the deck hands were well trained, at Decker proved his sea worthiness, thus Kirk promoted Decker to Captain.
Kirk had also known Decker’s father, Matt Decker, in the distant past. The two had met in the early 1920s at a bordello they both frequented, and over time they became friends. Unfortunately Matt’s life was cut short when two penniless bums robbed, and killed him, on streets of south Philly.
“So why did I hire you, you ask?” Kirk replied, as he came out of his momentary tour of the past. “I hired you because I knew your father, and because my knees are getting to old for this shit.”
Decker smiled. “Bull,” Decker said, “you hired me because you just want to dive all day long with Harry. Well,” Decker said, “my father said you owed him one because he bailed you out of some mess you got into when you were both in Japan.”
Kirk thought back to the event that Decker was referring to. It was that entire ordeal with the Kobayashi Maru, a sunken Japanese ship that he and Harry stumbled upon in their early years of treasure hunting. What got them in trouble, and mainly Kirk, was how they went about getting much of information that led to finding the ship. It all came down to Kirk seducing the twenty year old Japanese daughter of a one of Japan’s more respected Professors of Japanese history. After sneaking into the Professor’s house, and after two hours of passionate love-making with his daughter, Kirk snuck out of her room and made his way to the Professor’s study. He went through all of the ancient maps that the Professor had collected, and took snap shots of them with an experimental camera Harry had lifted from a Navy friend of his.
As James Kirk was taking the last of the photos, the door to the study opened, and the Professor walked in and caught Kirk, red handed, looking at the maps. Kirk was arrested, and was taken to jail. Matt Decker, who was also in Japan, knew Kirk from the past, having played poker against the young, and dashing Kirk, along the docks of many harbors. Decker knew what strings to pull, and eventually got Kirk released from Japanese custody. So, in essence, Wil Decker was right. Kirk owed Matt a huge favor, and by hiring his son Wil, the debt was paid off. But all of that didn’t matter; Will Decker knew his way around a boat, and that was all that mattered.
James Kirk, finally satisfied with the prepping of the Butler, stepped off of the Tug and watched as Decker captained her out of the harbor, and out for its rendezvous with the frigate. As Kirk headed away from the dock, and towards the two story shack that housed his diving business, he was unaware of the woman who was looking at him from the small coffee house that was situated near the dock. Her name was Edith Keeler; and she remembered everything about the night the Titanic sunk, and the man who had made love to her, and had given her a child.
Edith had come to New York to find her the lost love of her life, Kirk. She had since gone on with her life, and had married. Her husband had helped her raise the son that was actually Kirk’s. But she was here for another important matter.
It was late November, 1941. Her husband, Dixon Hill, was a British intelligence officer. And like most Brits, in the early 1900s, Dixon believed that American would eventually be drawn into the war. When the British Government gave him a new mission, one that required deep sea diving, she suggested James Kirk. Dixon knew that his son was actually Kirk’s. He also new that Kirk had been very special to Edith. But he could not debate his logic. So, Dixon Hill sent his wife to meet the man that her heart could never forget. Time was of the essence because Dixon Hill knew that they weren’t the only ones preparing to go on a deep sea dive; so were the Germans.
Continued
RMS ENTERPRISE
Don’t forget to read STAR TREK phase-ONE: Voyage to Mars
It’s the 2050s…Earth is prepping for the first manned mission to Mars. Can the Captain of this first mission, Kirk, bring his crew together??? Find out. And watch out for; KHANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!
And
Star Trek: Shuffle the Deck
Admiral Picard must stop the Borg/Founder alliance from taking over the Galaxy while Mister Spock, who had been reincarnated into another plane of existence, must find away to save those in his past life….
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: RMS ENTERPRISE
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
News of the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor plastered every newspaper’s front page. James Kirk, bundled up in a warm jacket, walked the New Amsterdam docks, in the lower half of Manhattan, as he did every morning. With a cup of coffee in one hand, and a newspaper in the other, Kirk read the news story of the Japanese attack the day before. War would no doubtfully come between the two nations, and even more likely, was America’s entrance, finally, into the war in Europe against Hitler’s Germany.
As he neared the diving shop that he ran on the docks, and where the Butler was parked, the first sprinkles of sunlight could be seen along the horizon. It would be interesting, he thought to himself, to see how many naval vessels would be launched in the next several days.
As he made his way down the dock, he stopped when looked up and saw a black sedan parked outside his business. He hadn’t expected any business this day, in terms of diving, and so he surprised at seeing the car. Oh well, he thought to himself, it was how he made his living.
He walked up the steps and found two men, one of whom was smoking a cigar, waiting for him at the entrance.
“I’m sorry,” Kirk said, “But we don’t open for another hour or so.”
The man with the cigar nodded his head. “Yes, we can read,” he said as he pointed at the sign in the window denoting the hours of business. “But this is a matter of urgency, James Kirk, and every moment we waste brings our world closer to being taken over by that madman in Germany.”
Kirk opened his rickety door, and let the two men in. The inside of the diving store was weathered. The wooden walls were stocked full of diving gear. There were three tubs of fishing bait in one corner of the room as well. Kirk walked behind the counter, opened the cash register, and seeing that yesterday’s take was still there, he closed it. The two visitors looked around, and then came over to the counter.
“So,” Kirk said to them, “what is this urgent matter?”
The other man, the one not smoking a cigar, spoke.
“My name is Dixon Hill,” he said, “And I am a British intelligence officer. My associate here, with the cigar in his mouth, is my American counterpart Thomas Frakes.”
“Well, gentlemen,” Kirk said, “I am pleased to meet you but I’m afraid I have no valuable information to give you. I run this diving store and I contract out my tugboat, and crew, for hire. Unless that is of some international importance to you, I’m afraid there’s nothing more I can do for you.”
Dixon Hill continued. “Actually, Mr. Kirk, we are in need of your diving expertise, and my government, and yours, is willing to play you handsomely for it.”
Kirk arched an eyebrow. He loved to dive, and now he had a chance to make money doing it.
“Now that sounds interesting,” Kirk said. “Just where will we be diving?”
That’s when Frakes finally spoke again.
“That isn’t your concern,” Frakes said coolly. “All we need now, from you, is a yes or no.”
Kirk found him self not caring for the American intelligence officer. “If I am to dive for you,” Kirk said, “I need to no where we are going so I can properly prepare. For example, how far down are we talking about?”
“Two miles.” Hill replied.
“A depth of two miles?” Kirk asked, with a laugh in his voice.. “The gear I have to go that deep is experimental at best. The deepest the Swedes have gone is just over a mile. To go down to that depth, the dive alone would take nearly seven hours.”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Frakes asked.
“No, I don’t,” Kirk said. “But it’s going to cost you. You’re asking me to risk my life and not telling me why, so that will cost you extra as well.”
“How much money are we talking here?” Dixon hill asked.
James Kirk did the figuring in his mind, and came up with the amount of five thousand dollars.
“I could do it for you,” Kirk said, “for fifteen thousand dollars.”
Hill reached into his jacked and pulled out a check book that was labeled Fund of Her Majesty. He ripped out one of the checks and wrote in the amount of twenty thousand dollars, and gave it to Kirk.
Kirk reached into his own pocket, fished for and found a cigarette, and put it into his mouth and lit up. “When do we go?” He asked Dixon Hill with a smile.
--
Two days later, Kirk, along with his crew, including Wil Decker, set to the sea on a British Government vessel. It was two times the size of Kirk’s tug, and two times more modern. Joining Kirk and his men were Dixon Hill, Thomas Frakes, and a very beautiful woman; Edith Keeler. When she stepped aboard, and Kirk looked at her, he realized that her face, or a younger version, had been the face of the woman haunting his dreams for over thirty-years. Jim Kirk had to find out who this woman was, and why he had dreamed of her.
As the British ship made its out of the harbor, and into the deep sea, they were unaware that a man, standing on the shoreline, was watching the British ship, called the RMS Reliant, slip into the distance with binoculars. He spoke words into an electronic microphone that was connected to a small radio device in his jacket. He then fished into his jacket, and found his hand held watch, which had a Swastika carved into its gold plated back, and read the time. He looked at the ship, one last time, and smiled.
--continued
RMS ENTERPRISE II
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
News of the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor plastered every newspaper’s front page. James Kirk, bundled up in a warm jacket, walked the New Amsterdam docks, in the lower half of Manhattan, as he did every morning. With a cup of coffee in one hand, and a newspaper in the other, Kirk read the news story of the Japanese attack the day before. War would no doubtfully come between the two nations, and even more likely, was America’s entrance, finally, into the war in Europe against Hitler’s Germany.
As he neared the diving shop that he ran on the docks, and where the Butler was parked, the first sprinkles of sunlight could be seen along the horizon. It would be interesting, he thought to himself, to see how many naval vessels would be launched in the next several days.
As he made his way down the dock, he stopped when looked up and saw a black sedan parked outside his business. He hadn’t expected any business this day, in terms of diving, and so he surprised at seeing the car. Oh well, he thought to himself, it was how he made his living.
He walked up the steps and found two men, one of whom was smoking a cigar, waiting for him at the entrance.
“I’m sorry,” Kirk said, “But we don’t open for another hour or so.”
The man with the cigar nodded his head. “Yes, we can read,” he said as he pointed at the sign in the window denoting the hours of business. “But this is a matter of urgency, James Kirk, and every moment we waste brings our world closer to being taken over by that madman in Germany.”
Kirk opened his rickety door, and let the two men in. The inside of the diving store was weathered. The wooden walls were stocked full of diving gear. There were three tubs of fishing bait in one corner of the room as well. Kirk walked behind the counter, opened the cash register, and seeing that yesterday’s take was still there, he closed it. The two visitors looked around, and then came over to the counter.
“So,” Kirk said to them, “what is this urgent matter?”
The other man, the one not smoking a cigar, spoke.
“My name is Dixon Hill,” he said, “And I am a British intelligence officer. My associate here, with the cigar in his mouth, is my American counterpart Thomas Frakes.”
“Well, gentlemen,” Kirk said, “I am pleased to meet you but I’m afraid I have no valuable information to give you. I run this diving store and I contract out my tugboat, and crew, for hire. Unless that is of some international importance to you, I’m afraid there’s nothing more I can do for you.”
Dixon Hill continued. “Actually, Mr. Kirk, we are in need of your diving expertise, and my government, and yours, is willing to play you handsomely for it.”
Kirk arched an eyebrow. He loved to dive, and now he had a chance to make money doing it.
“Now that sounds interesting,” Kirk said. “Just where will we be diving?”
That’s when Frakes finally spoke again.
“That isn’t your concern,” Frakes said coolly. “All we need now, from you, is a yes or no.”
Kirk found him self not caring for the American intelligence officer. “If I am to dive for you,” Kirk said, “I need to no where we are going so I can properly prepare. For example, how far down are we talking about?”
“Two miles.” Hill replied.
“A depth of two miles?” Kirk asked, with a laugh in his voice.. “The gear I have to go that deep is experimental at best. The deepest the Swedes have gone is just over a mile. To go down to that depth, the dive alone would take nearly seven hours.”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Frakes asked.
“No, I don’t,” Kirk said. “But it’s going to cost you. You’re asking me to risk my life and not telling me why, so that will cost you extra as well.”
“How much money are we talking here?” Dixon hill asked.
James Kirk did the figuring in his mind, and came up with the amount of five thousand dollars.
“I could do it for you,” Kirk said, “for fifteen thousand dollars.”
Hill reached into his jacked and pulled out a check book that was labeled Fund of Her Majesty. He ripped out one of the checks and wrote in the amount of twenty thousand dollars, and gave it to Kirk.
Kirk reached into his own pocket, fished for and found a cigarette, and put it into his mouth and lit up. “When do we go?” He asked Dixon Hill with a smile.
--
Two days later, Kirk, along with his crew, including Wil Decker, set to the sea on a British Government vessel. It was two times the size of Kirk’s tug, and two times more modern. Joining Kirk and his men were Dixon Hill, Thomas Frakes, and a very beautiful woman; Edith Keeler. When she stepped aboard, and Kirk looked at her, he realized that her face, or a younger version, had been the face of the woman haunting his dreams for over thirty-years. Jim Kirk had to find out who this woman was, and why he had dreamed of her.
As the British ship made its out of the harbor, and into the deep sea, they were unaware that a man, standing on the shoreline, was watching the British ship, called the RMS Reliant, slip into the distance with binoculars. He spoke words into an electronic microphone that was connected to a small radio device in his jacket. He then fished into his jacket, and found his hand held watch, which had a Swastika carved into its gold plated back, and read the time. He looked at the ship, one last time, and smiled.
--continued
RMS ENTERPRISE II
RobertScorpio
Pariah
RMS ENTERPRISE II
When a man is alone, surrounded by nothing except the darkness of the deep sea, it is said he can find his true meaning. James Kirk was one such man on such a journey to the inner soul. For nearly six hours he had been descending the cold dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean inside what essentially was a metal round ball.
He was also inside of a special diving suit which was also mirroring the depths at which he was passing. The diving suit was so thick that he could hear no sound from inside the bell. A special sound powered communication device had been is only contact to the outside world, but even it had reached its limits of usability.
He stared out of the diving suit’s mask at the clock that was mounted on the inside of the bell. There was very little light inside the bell, due to the batteries being on conserve mode. But there was enough light to read the timer on the clock. It had been six hours and seven minutes. If all went according to plan, he would arrive near the Enterprise.
The exact location of the RMS Enterprise had been known by the United States Government not long after she had sunk in 1912. The location, for some reason, had been kept secret from the general public. When Dixon Hill and Thomas Frakes approached Kirk to do this job, they made Kirk sign documents swearing to keep all aspects of the Enterprise’s location secret. For twenty-thousand dollars, keeping a secret was a very simple thing to do.
So, with a World War going on above him, and the Enterprise waiting for him below, one might think that Kirk had a lot to think about. But he didn’t. He thought of only one thing, and that was the face of the beautiful woman who was married to Dixon Hill. James Kirk could not get the beautiful woman’s face out of his mind from the moment he had first seen her a few days back.
However, for nearly the past thirty-years, he had seen her face in his dreams. Images, really, of what seemed another life time. And strangely enough, Kirk concluded, the images were of the two of them, Mrs. Dixon and him, both aboard a massive ocean liner like the Enterprise. He didn’t know the how or why the images existed of her, thirty years ago, in his mind. But he knew one thing above all else; he loved her. Did she also have these images, which to Kirk seemed more like memories than dreams? He didn’t know, but he would ask her; soon.
--
The super-secretive British vessel, from which Kirk’s diving bell was descending from, was, as best could be maintained in the open sea, motionless above the dive target; the Enterprise. Dixon Hill and Thomas Frakes sat in the observation room and watched the crew do their jobs. The captain of the vessel barked out orders to the crew, which were obediently followed. Through the window Dixon and Thomas could see Edith Dixon, formerly Edith Keeler, standing toward the bow of the ship. She was looking out to sea.
“Your wife seems to be friendly to the sea.” Frakes said, puffing on a cigarette.
“My wife,” Dixon Hill said to Frakes, “is one of the survivors of the RMS Enterprise.”
“She was on it when it went down?” Frakes asked.
“Yes,” Dixon Hill said. “She barely survived. She had actually been married to one of the men who perished when the ship went down. His name was Christopher Pike.”
“I’ve heard of him,” Frakes said. “His family is still highly invested in oil stocks. I’ve also heard of her father as well. I didn’t know she was a survivor of the Enterprise.”
Dixon Hill nodded.
“Coming back here,” Frakes said, “Must bring back a lot of scary memories. Perhaps you should be out there with her.”
“No,” Dixon said. “I think, right now, she needs to be alone.”
--
Edith Keeler looked out over the starboard side of the ship. She remembered the sinking of the Enterprise quite well. And she remembered the special night that she and Kirk both shared. She placed her hand on her cheek, as though the bruises from the beatings Pike gave her were still there. Kirk gave her a new meaning to live, and he had also given her a son, whom Dixon had raised as his own. She debated whether or not to reveal the past to James Kirk, but Dixon advised her against it. She loved Dixon, and knew that her husband was right. She knew the real reason Dixon was against telling Kirk his true past; Kirk was a threat.
Edith knew that she would never be able to resist Kirk’s love, were he to remember it. Although she had been married to Dixon Hill for many years, she was just a mortal woman. And a man like James T Kirk only came around once in a lifetime. As she thought back to that night, with Kirk, in the backseat of a car parked inside of the Enterprise’s cargo bay, she felt her body become warmer. No other man had been able to bring out the passion she kept within. As the memory raced through her mind, she felt her breathing increase. The desire, the passion, was hard to resist, but she had to. The aroused sensations she felt could never be acted on, for it would ruin her life with Dixon. So, she shut the memory away and fought back the pleasure, and yearning sensation she was burning inside with.
--
The ravages of the War left scars across Germany. And with the war far from over, James Bond (now played by Roger Moore of course) knew that more scars were to come. He sat on a train, with fake paper, and soon arrived in Berlin. He had a simple mission, or so it seemed on paper. Infiltrate the science ministry of the Nazi Government, and find out why they were trying to reach the Enterprise as well. Did they know of the alien necklace that had sunk with the ship all those years ago? Bond would try to find out, or die trying.
--
Continued.
When a man is alone, surrounded by nothing except the darkness of the deep sea, it is said he can find his true meaning. James Kirk was one such man on such a journey to the inner soul. For nearly six hours he had been descending the cold dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean inside what essentially was a metal round ball.
He was also inside of a special diving suit which was also mirroring the depths at which he was passing. The diving suit was so thick that he could hear no sound from inside the bell. A special sound powered communication device had been is only contact to the outside world, but even it had reached its limits of usability.
He stared out of the diving suit’s mask at the clock that was mounted on the inside of the bell. There was very little light inside the bell, due to the batteries being on conserve mode. But there was enough light to read the timer on the clock. It had been six hours and seven minutes. If all went according to plan, he would arrive near the Enterprise.
The exact location of the RMS Enterprise had been known by the United States Government not long after she had sunk in 1912. The location, for some reason, had been kept secret from the general public. When Dixon Hill and Thomas Frakes approached Kirk to do this job, they made Kirk sign documents swearing to keep all aspects of the Enterprise’s location secret. For twenty-thousand dollars, keeping a secret was a very simple thing to do.
So, with a World War going on above him, and the Enterprise waiting for him below, one might think that Kirk had a lot to think about. But he didn’t. He thought of only one thing, and that was the face of the beautiful woman who was married to Dixon Hill. James Kirk could not get the beautiful woman’s face out of his mind from the moment he had first seen her a few days back.
However, for nearly the past thirty-years, he had seen her face in his dreams. Images, really, of what seemed another life time. And strangely enough, Kirk concluded, the images were of the two of them, Mrs. Dixon and him, both aboard a massive ocean liner like the Enterprise. He didn’t know the how or why the images existed of her, thirty years ago, in his mind. But he knew one thing above all else; he loved her. Did she also have these images, which to Kirk seemed more like memories than dreams? He didn’t know, but he would ask her; soon.
--
The super-secretive British vessel, from which Kirk’s diving bell was descending from, was, as best could be maintained in the open sea, motionless above the dive target; the Enterprise. Dixon Hill and Thomas Frakes sat in the observation room and watched the crew do their jobs. The captain of the vessel barked out orders to the crew, which were obediently followed. Through the window Dixon and Thomas could see Edith Dixon, formerly Edith Keeler, standing toward the bow of the ship. She was looking out to sea.
“Your wife seems to be friendly to the sea.” Frakes said, puffing on a cigarette.
“My wife,” Dixon Hill said to Frakes, “is one of the survivors of the RMS Enterprise.”
“She was on it when it went down?” Frakes asked.
“Yes,” Dixon Hill said. “She barely survived. She had actually been married to one of the men who perished when the ship went down. His name was Christopher Pike.”
“I’ve heard of him,” Frakes said. “His family is still highly invested in oil stocks. I’ve also heard of her father as well. I didn’t know she was a survivor of the Enterprise.”
Dixon Hill nodded.
“Coming back here,” Frakes said, “Must bring back a lot of scary memories. Perhaps you should be out there with her.”
“No,” Dixon said. “I think, right now, she needs to be alone.”
--
Edith Keeler looked out over the starboard side of the ship. She remembered the sinking of the Enterprise quite well. And she remembered the special night that she and Kirk both shared. She placed her hand on her cheek, as though the bruises from the beatings Pike gave her were still there. Kirk gave her a new meaning to live, and he had also given her a son, whom Dixon had raised as his own. She debated whether or not to reveal the past to James Kirk, but Dixon advised her against it. She loved Dixon, and knew that her husband was right. She knew the real reason Dixon was against telling Kirk his true past; Kirk was a threat.
Edith knew that she would never be able to resist Kirk’s love, were he to remember it. Although she had been married to Dixon Hill for many years, she was just a mortal woman. And a man like James T Kirk only came around once in a lifetime. As she thought back to that night, with Kirk, in the backseat of a car parked inside of the Enterprise’s cargo bay, she felt her body become warmer. No other man had been able to bring out the passion she kept within. As the memory raced through her mind, she felt her breathing increase. The desire, the passion, was hard to resist, but she had to. The aroused sensations she felt could never be acted on, for it would ruin her life with Dixon. So, she shut the memory away and fought back the pleasure, and yearning sensation she was burning inside with.
--
The ravages of the War left scars across Germany. And with the war far from over, James Bond (now played by Roger Moore of course) knew that more scars were to come. He sat on a train, with fake paper, and soon arrived in Berlin. He had a simple mission, or so it seemed on paper. Infiltrate the science ministry of the Nazi Government, and find out why they were trying to reach the Enterprise as well. Did they know of the alien necklace that had sunk with the ship all those years ago? Bond would try to find out, or die trying.
--
Continued.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: RMS ENTERPRISE II
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
At two plus miles below the surface of the ocean, the diving bell that James Kirk had been sitting in for nearly eight hours finally came to a rest on the ocean floor. Strange sea life existed in these depths, one might even say monsters. He had seen glimpses of the strange creatures as he made his way down into the infinite darkness beneath the sea. He then prepared to leave the bell. But first he rubbed his legs and arms. Sitting in the tight quarters had made them stiff.
Later, as Kirk left the cramped space of the diving bell, he flicked a switch on the outside of the bell. Suddenly three bright lights lit up the area around the diving bell.
The coordinates provided by Dixon Hill were perfect. As Kirk looked ahead, he saw the massive ship. Leading minds of the day had thought the ship would have been in split in two, but they were wrong. The ship, in all of its glory, had come to rest on the bottom of the ocean floor in one majestic piece. Kirk made his way toward the ship.
The oxygen tank on Kirk’s back would last for nearly an hour and a half. It could be refilled using the pressurized air hose that stretched all the way up to the surface of the ocean. He hoped to find the necklace in one trip aboard the ship.
After walking around the bow of the ship, and seeing its proud name carved across it, Kirk used the air jets in his suit and swam up to the bow of the ship, up an over the front tip of the ship, and landed on the front deck. The light of the bell could not reach this height, but the light that was mounted above Kirk’s head, part of the diving gear, gave off enough light so Kirk could see the entire ghostly image of the ship’s massive forward deck. And, for a brief moment, as he looked toward the windows of the ship, he thought he saw the light reflected back to him by several pairs of eyes. Then, instantly, they were gone. He decided that it could have been a vision smear caused by the depth of the ocean.
James Kirk took out the schematic of the ship, and picture of the necklace that he was looking for. According to a coded message that the US GOVERNMENT received from an agent that had been dispatched to the ship, a man named James West, the target would be located in the main cargo hold where the private cars were parked. Kirk looked at his watch, and after doing the math, he concluded he had about forty-five minutes of air left. So, he picked up the pace and walked across the deck, and then went down a stairway, on his way to the cargo hold.
--
“You know,” Dixon Hill said to Edith as she brushed her hair in the mirror of the small room they shared, “you could have contacted him after all this time, and helped him regain his memory.”
“No,” she whispered back as she brushed her hair slowly look into Dixon’s eyes via the reflection in the mirror. “He was born to travel the oceans. Had I tried to contact him, it would have been like putting a graceful lion in a cage.”
“What about David?” Dixon asked. “Don’t you think that Kirk would have liked to have known he had a son?”
“I don’t know,” Edith admitted. “You have been such a good father for David. You have given him the stable life that James would never have been able to. Plus, had David known his father was some kind of adventurous bloke, living a carefree life among his friends, David, who is a bit of a free thinker himself, might have ran off with his father. I didn’t want that for my son.”
“You know,” Dixon said to her as he kissed the back of her neck, “There is always the possibility James Kirk might remember his past. Have you thought of that?”
She nodded. “Yes, I have.” She said with a smile. “But I want you to know, Dixon Hill, that I am your wife. You have given me so much, and I would never leave you in a million years. Not for Clark Gable, not for Valentino, and not for James T Kirk.”
At that moment there was a knock on the door to their room.
“I’ll go see who it is.” Dixon said as he headed over to the door.
Edith looked at her reflection. She loved Dixon hill, but she could not deny the rush of arousal that overcame her earlier on the front deck as she recalled the time she and Kirk had made love. Kirk’s strong desire, which Edith had never known before or since, was like bait to her. It beckoned for her to come closer, to meld her body with again, so as to be enraptured by his strength. But the danger that she would be reeled in by her desires, into a life of deceit and cheating on her husband, was something she had to guard against. As she thought of that night, for one quick moment, she saw her face flush in the mirror. She could feel the fire stir with in, the yearning from her body to feel that rush of excitement once more; was almost to hard to bare.
Suddenly Dixon came back.
“What was the problem?” Edith asked, trying to make her mind end the erotic desires it was swirling across her eyes, each time she blinked.
“A ship has appeared on the horizon,” Dixon said. “And its coming this way.”
“What are we going to do?” Edith asked.
“We can not let the Germans, or anyone else, know where the Enterprise rests.” Dixon told her.
“What about James?” Edith asked quickly.
“We have a special device,” Dixon told her, “a specially made buoy. It can sit just below the surface, and keep the air hose, and the bell’s diving wire, safe from sight. Then, hopefully we can double back eventually and reconnect them to the ship.”
“Why can’t we just pull him up?” Edith asked.
“It would take seven hours, and we can’t risk it. James will be alright.” Dixon assured her.
Edith feared for Kirk’s life.
--
James Kirk made his way down the long corridor. He had already passed by several skeletal remains, kept in perfect condition by the coldness of the ocean. Several of them were small, which meant that many children were among the dead. As he made his way down the corridor he had a rush of memories. Memories of a portly, friendly man, helping him get to another level of the ship. He also had memories of an oriental man, and his two brothers, and the stories of their lives as circus performers. Where were all these memories coming from; Kirk asked himself. Then, he came to a complete stop.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. At the end of the corridor was a man. And he was most assuredly alive. Kirk was officially scared.
continued
RMS ENTERPRISE
II
Legend of the African Ice-storm
At two plus miles below the surface of the ocean, the diving bell that James Kirk had been sitting in for nearly eight hours finally came to a rest on the ocean floor. Strange sea life existed in these depths, one might even say monsters. He had seen glimpses of the strange creatures as he made his way down into the infinite darkness beneath the sea. He then prepared to leave the bell. But first he rubbed his legs and arms. Sitting in the tight quarters had made them stiff.
Later, as Kirk left the cramped space of the diving bell, he flicked a switch on the outside of the bell. Suddenly three bright lights lit up the area around the diving bell.
The coordinates provided by Dixon Hill were perfect. As Kirk looked ahead, he saw the massive ship. Leading minds of the day had thought the ship would have been in split in two, but they were wrong. The ship, in all of its glory, had come to rest on the bottom of the ocean floor in one majestic piece. Kirk made his way toward the ship.
The oxygen tank on Kirk’s back would last for nearly an hour and a half. It could be refilled using the pressurized air hose that stretched all the way up to the surface of the ocean. He hoped to find the necklace in one trip aboard the ship.
After walking around the bow of the ship, and seeing its proud name carved across it, Kirk used the air jets in his suit and swam up to the bow of the ship, up an over the front tip of the ship, and landed on the front deck. The light of the bell could not reach this height, but the light that was mounted above Kirk’s head, part of the diving gear, gave off enough light so Kirk could see the entire ghostly image of the ship’s massive forward deck. And, for a brief moment, as he looked toward the windows of the ship, he thought he saw the light reflected back to him by several pairs of eyes. Then, instantly, they were gone. He decided that it could have been a vision smear caused by the depth of the ocean.
James Kirk took out the schematic of the ship, and picture of the necklace that he was looking for. According to a coded message that the US GOVERNMENT received from an agent that had been dispatched to the ship, a man named James West, the target would be located in the main cargo hold where the private cars were parked. Kirk looked at his watch, and after doing the math, he concluded he had about forty-five minutes of air left. So, he picked up the pace and walked across the deck, and then went down a stairway, on his way to the cargo hold.
--
“You know,” Dixon Hill said to Edith as she brushed her hair in the mirror of the small room they shared, “you could have contacted him after all this time, and helped him regain his memory.”
“No,” she whispered back as she brushed her hair slowly look into Dixon’s eyes via the reflection in the mirror. “He was born to travel the oceans. Had I tried to contact him, it would have been like putting a graceful lion in a cage.”
“What about David?” Dixon asked. “Don’t you think that Kirk would have liked to have known he had a son?”
“I don’t know,” Edith admitted. “You have been such a good father for David. You have given him the stable life that James would never have been able to. Plus, had David known his father was some kind of adventurous bloke, living a carefree life among his friends, David, who is a bit of a free thinker himself, might have ran off with his father. I didn’t want that for my son.”
“You know,” Dixon said to her as he kissed the back of her neck, “There is always the possibility James Kirk might remember his past. Have you thought of that?”
She nodded. “Yes, I have.” She said with a smile. “But I want you to know, Dixon Hill, that I am your wife. You have given me so much, and I would never leave you in a million years. Not for Clark Gable, not for Valentino, and not for James T Kirk.”
At that moment there was a knock on the door to their room.
“I’ll go see who it is.” Dixon said as he headed over to the door.
Edith looked at her reflection. She loved Dixon hill, but she could not deny the rush of arousal that overcame her earlier on the front deck as she recalled the time she and Kirk had made love. Kirk’s strong desire, which Edith had never known before or since, was like bait to her. It beckoned for her to come closer, to meld her body with again, so as to be enraptured by his strength. But the danger that she would be reeled in by her desires, into a life of deceit and cheating on her husband, was something she had to guard against. As she thought of that night, for one quick moment, she saw her face flush in the mirror. She could feel the fire stir with in, the yearning from her body to feel that rush of excitement once more; was almost to hard to bare.
Suddenly Dixon came back.
“What was the problem?” Edith asked, trying to make her mind end the erotic desires it was swirling across her eyes, each time she blinked.
“A ship has appeared on the horizon,” Dixon said. “And its coming this way.”
“What are we going to do?” Edith asked.
“We can not let the Germans, or anyone else, know where the Enterprise rests.” Dixon told her.
“What about James?” Edith asked quickly.
“We have a special device,” Dixon told her, “a specially made buoy. It can sit just below the surface, and keep the air hose, and the bell’s diving wire, safe from sight. Then, hopefully we can double back eventually and reconnect them to the ship.”
“Why can’t we just pull him up?” Edith asked.
“It would take seven hours, and we can’t risk it. James will be alright.” Dixon assured her.
Edith feared for Kirk’s life.
--
James Kirk made his way down the long corridor. He had already passed by several skeletal remains, kept in perfect condition by the coldness of the ocean. Several of them were small, which meant that many children were among the dead. As he made his way down the corridor he had a rush of memories. Memories of a portly, friendly man, helping him get to another level of the ship. He also had memories of an oriental man, and his two brothers, and the stories of their lives as circus performers. Where were all these memories coming from; Kirk asked himself. Then, he came to a complete stop.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. At the end of the corridor was a man. And he was most assuredly alive. Kirk was officially scared.
continued
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: RMS ENTERPRISE II
Our story opens with the sound of a fist hitting a jaw. (SMACK!)
“Sorry about that,” James Bond said to the fallen German Guard. “That’s what happens when you take a leak on the job.”
Snow was falling, and there was a bitter cold in the air. James Bond, agent 007, dragged the German guard he had just incapacitated over to a gathering of shrubs and bushes, and quickly switched clothing. Switching clothing like this came with the job, Bond knew, but having to wear a Nazi uniform, because of what it represented, disgusted Bond. But he was here, undercover, in Hitler’s Germany, for a mission.
With the German uniform on, Bond made his way into the guarded compound. The large complex contained several key departments, but Bond was concerned with only one; the Ministry of Science. It had already been learned by British and American Intelligence agencies that Hitler was obsessed with ancient myths, and powers of certain historic artifacts. One such obsession was with the Ark of the Covenant, and according to a report Bond had read, the Americans, with the help of a History Professor, were able to obtain the long lost artifact and secure it far from the grasp of Germany very recently.
Bond was on another a mission that had, at its core, another strange object; It was a strange necklace that had fallen from the sky, in 1905, and found contained in a small meteorite. According to reports, it was the cause of the wall of destruction, which was still evident even in 1941, in Russian’s Siberia frontier. The necklace, found by a sheep herder, was being brought, for some unknown reason, to Moscow Russia. Another British agent of the time, coincidentally named James Bond, was hot on the trail but was killed in action by unknown forces while trying to obtain it.
The necklace next showed up in 1912. British operatives intercepted coded messages from Russia, hinting that the necklace would be secretly smuggled to America via the RMS ENTERPRISE. Unfortunately, that great vessel sunk of the coast of North America, taking hundreds to their deaths, and the necklace as well. An American agent, who lost his life on the RMS ENTERPRISE, had managed to send a coded message that he had found the necklace on the ship.
Bond was well aware of the current operation happening in the waters above the Enterprise. Agent Dixon Hill was in command of Project; Stargazer; The retrieval of the necklace. Bond’s mission was to infiltrate the Ministry of Science in Berlin so as to ascertain why the Germans wanted it, and what, if any, information they had been able to obtain as to who in America the necklace was being sent to at the time of the Enterprise’s demise.
After two more ‘uniform changes’ Bond was easily able to achieve the rank of Commander. Had he had the time, he might have run the gambit and attempted the rank Fehr.
It was nearly 3am in the morning. Most of complex was still lightly guarded, compared to normal hours. Eventually he found his way to the fourth level, and into the closed offices of the Ministry of Science. As he closed the door, and hunched down to make his way toward the back offices where the files were most likely kept, he couldn’t help but notice the nice feminine legs stretching out from a form fitting skirt of a woman who was obviously there undercover as well. Bond crawled across the floor. She was on the floor, propped up on her elbows, reading a file. She suddenly noticed Bond inspecting her shapely legs.
“Who are you?” She demanded.
“Bond,” James said with a warm smile, “James Bond. And what shall I call you.”
“My name is Hite, Faren Hite. And I don’t appreciate British agents ogling me.”
“Excuse me,” Bond said, “I was just making sure,” he said as he had his head directly above her out stretched bare legs, “your legs weren’t getting too cold,” Bond said with a coy look in his eyes, “and with the amount of Goosebumps that are appearing as we speak, I would say that something has caused them to react in a most peculiar way.” He said with a quick blow of his warm breath on the calf of her left leg.
“I have no time for your quips, Mr. Bond.” She told him. “I have been sent by my government to obtain any information I can about the necklace, which I am sure you are here to get as well.”
“I had no idea the Americans were even sending an agent,” Bond said. “If a Russian agent shows up, then I guess we’ll have a real ménage à trois'.”
Faren Hite’s face blushed. “Oh, do grow up.” She said as she handed him papers she had already read. With no where else to place the paper work, he set them across her legs.
“What are you doing back there; Reading or what?” She asked as she continued to read.
“Or what, I dare say,” Bond as he began to read the data gently rubbing her soft legs as he did. “Just keep warm dear.”
Several minutes later, with the information read, they headed out of the office, he in his Commander rank uniform, she in her secretary outfit.
“Quite amazing how we both showed up at the same time,” Faren Hite whispered to Bond as they made their way down a corridor.
“Perfect timing, if you ask me.” Bond said with his boyish charm.
“Oh be quiet.” She came back with.
Finally outside the compound, and safe with in her private vehicle, they made their way to a small apartment she had been staying at while preparing to infiltrate the compound. Neither had bothered to take the file, having committed what was read to memory.
He sat at the small kitchen table with her and watched as she poured two glasses of wine. She had removed her white dress shirt, and sat with him clad only in a bra and skirt.
“What will you do with the information?” He asked her.
“I have a special radio,” She told him, “but I can only use it at certain hours of the day. What about you?”
Bond took out a small device, no larger than a match book. He opened one end of it.
“I will make my report, verbally,” he told her, “and then tomorrow, just as the sun comes up, I will pick up that phone,” he pointed at the dusty phone on the table, “and transmit the recorded information, piggy backed on the phone signal.”
She nodded. “Impressive.” She said as she sipped her wine.
“So,” Faren asked with a sleek smile, “What do you have planned until that time?”
He sipped his wine, then reached across and wrapped his arm around hers. “I’m the visiting team on this caper,” Bond said, “whatever the house rules are, I’ll abide.”
She took his hand into hers and they made their way to the bed, her skirt falling to a clump of cloth above her feet as they reached the bed, and then she stepped out of the skirt. Then they collapsed on the bed…
--
The following day, both USA and BRITISH intelligence circles received the information that their agents had obtained.
According to a highly detailed Russian intelligence source, the necklace had somehow taken control of the sheep-herder’s mind. He killed his friend, who had found the necklace as well, and then he killed his own family. He boarded a train, and headed for Moscow. The train was met by an unknown force. All were killed on the train, including a British agent, as well as the sheep-herder. The necklace was taken by the leader of the attackers, a Persian named Khan. He had been sent by a third-party to obtain the necklace, and to leave no survivors.
After a series of unfortunate events, including an entire village of Iraqis being incinerated by mysterious means, for no reason, while Khan was in possession of the necklace, Khan decided to return the necklace to Russia, and to the person who had hired him to take the necklace to for safe keeping. Khan decided the necklace was evil, and no longer wanted any part of it.
Khan never made it back to Russia. He and his men mysteriously vanished, and the necklace turned up in a small village in the Ottoman Empire. The Russian secret agency, which reported only to the Tsar, had been searching for the necklace, wanting to know why it was so desirable, and more importantly, who would dare invade Russian, in 1905, as Khan had done, to obtain it.
But several years had passed and now it was 1912, and the necklace was now at the edge of the Ottoman Empire. When reports made it back to Russia that the necklace had resurfaced, agents of the Tsar were dispatched to obtain the necklace and bring it back to Moscow, and to hopefully find out who, in Russia, the necklace was being sent to in the first place seven years earlier. Answers had to be found for a list of questions.
1. Who was the sheep-herder bringing the necklace to?
2. Who sent Khan to intercept it?
3. Who got the necklace before the Tsar’s men got to the Ottoman Empire.
4. Who was the woman Jim West met aboard the RMS Enterprise?
5. And finally; who in America was expecting to get it if and when the RMS Enterprise arrived in New York?
And the overriding question? Where had the necklace come from, and what strange powers did it possess?
--
At that moment, two miles beneath the sea, inside the sunken hulk of the RMS Enterprise, James Kirk found himself confronted by what could only have been a ghost. The light on Kirk’s helmet was starting to dim as its power was waning.
“Who are you?” Kirk asked the man at the end of the darkened, smashed corridor of the RMS Enterprise.
The unseen man laughed, and then stepped out of the shadows. “Why it’s’a me,” the man said with a friendly voice. “Your good buddy Montgomery Scott.”
Scotty stepped out of the shadows.
And at that moment; JIM KIRK remembered…everything.
--
Continued.
Next time..DIXON HILL and EDITH KEELER face certain death at the hands of an evil Nazi bad-guy!!!
Our story opens with the sound of a fist hitting a jaw. (SMACK!)
“Sorry about that,” James Bond said to the fallen German Guard. “That’s what happens when you take a leak on the job.”
Snow was falling, and there was a bitter cold in the air. James Bond, agent 007, dragged the German guard he had just incapacitated over to a gathering of shrubs and bushes, and quickly switched clothing. Switching clothing like this came with the job, Bond knew, but having to wear a Nazi uniform, because of what it represented, disgusted Bond. But he was here, undercover, in Hitler’s Germany, for a mission.
With the German uniform on, Bond made his way into the guarded compound. The large complex contained several key departments, but Bond was concerned with only one; the Ministry of Science. It had already been learned by British and American Intelligence agencies that Hitler was obsessed with ancient myths, and powers of certain historic artifacts. One such obsession was with the Ark of the Covenant, and according to a report Bond had read, the Americans, with the help of a History Professor, were able to obtain the long lost artifact and secure it far from the grasp of Germany very recently.
Bond was on another a mission that had, at its core, another strange object; It was a strange necklace that had fallen from the sky, in 1905, and found contained in a small meteorite. According to reports, it was the cause of the wall of destruction, which was still evident even in 1941, in Russian’s Siberia frontier. The necklace, found by a sheep herder, was being brought, for some unknown reason, to Moscow Russia. Another British agent of the time, coincidentally named James Bond, was hot on the trail but was killed in action by unknown forces while trying to obtain it.
The necklace next showed up in 1912. British operatives intercepted coded messages from Russia, hinting that the necklace would be secretly smuggled to America via the RMS ENTERPRISE. Unfortunately, that great vessel sunk of the coast of North America, taking hundreds to their deaths, and the necklace as well. An American agent, who lost his life on the RMS ENTERPRISE, had managed to send a coded message that he had found the necklace on the ship.
Bond was well aware of the current operation happening in the waters above the Enterprise. Agent Dixon Hill was in command of Project; Stargazer; The retrieval of the necklace. Bond’s mission was to infiltrate the Ministry of Science in Berlin so as to ascertain why the Germans wanted it, and what, if any, information they had been able to obtain as to who in America the necklace was being sent to at the time of the Enterprise’s demise.
After two more ‘uniform changes’ Bond was easily able to achieve the rank of Commander. Had he had the time, he might have run the gambit and attempted the rank Fehr.
It was nearly 3am in the morning. Most of complex was still lightly guarded, compared to normal hours. Eventually he found his way to the fourth level, and into the closed offices of the Ministry of Science. As he closed the door, and hunched down to make his way toward the back offices where the files were most likely kept, he couldn’t help but notice the nice feminine legs stretching out from a form fitting skirt of a woman who was obviously there undercover as well. Bond crawled across the floor. She was on the floor, propped up on her elbows, reading a file. She suddenly noticed Bond inspecting her shapely legs.
“Who are you?” She demanded.
“Bond,” James said with a warm smile, “James Bond. And what shall I call you.”
“My name is Hite, Faren Hite. And I don’t appreciate British agents ogling me.”
“Excuse me,” Bond said, “I was just making sure,” he said as he had his head directly above her out stretched bare legs, “your legs weren’t getting too cold,” Bond said with a coy look in his eyes, “and with the amount of Goosebumps that are appearing as we speak, I would say that something has caused them to react in a most peculiar way.” He said with a quick blow of his warm breath on the calf of her left leg.
“I have no time for your quips, Mr. Bond.” She told him. “I have been sent by my government to obtain any information I can about the necklace, which I am sure you are here to get as well.”
“I had no idea the Americans were even sending an agent,” Bond said. “If a Russian agent shows up, then I guess we’ll have a real ménage à trois'.”
Faren Hite’s face blushed. “Oh, do grow up.” She said as she handed him papers she had already read. With no where else to place the paper work, he set them across her legs.
“What are you doing back there; Reading or what?” She asked as she continued to read.
“Or what, I dare say,” Bond as he began to read the data gently rubbing her soft legs as he did. “Just keep warm dear.”
Several minutes later, with the information read, they headed out of the office, he in his Commander rank uniform, she in her secretary outfit.
“Quite amazing how we both showed up at the same time,” Faren Hite whispered to Bond as they made their way down a corridor.
“Perfect timing, if you ask me.” Bond said with his boyish charm.
“Oh be quiet.” She came back with.
Finally outside the compound, and safe with in her private vehicle, they made their way to a small apartment she had been staying at while preparing to infiltrate the compound. Neither had bothered to take the file, having committed what was read to memory.
He sat at the small kitchen table with her and watched as she poured two glasses of wine. She had removed her white dress shirt, and sat with him clad only in a bra and skirt.
“What will you do with the information?” He asked her.
“I have a special radio,” She told him, “but I can only use it at certain hours of the day. What about you?”
Bond took out a small device, no larger than a match book. He opened one end of it.
“I will make my report, verbally,” he told her, “and then tomorrow, just as the sun comes up, I will pick up that phone,” he pointed at the dusty phone on the table, “and transmit the recorded information, piggy backed on the phone signal.”
She nodded. “Impressive.” She said as she sipped her wine.
“So,” Faren asked with a sleek smile, “What do you have planned until that time?”
He sipped his wine, then reached across and wrapped his arm around hers. “I’m the visiting team on this caper,” Bond said, “whatever the house rules are, I’ll abide.”
She took his hand into hers and they made their way to the bed, her skirt falling to a clump of cloth above her feet as they reached the bed, and then she stepped out of the skirt. Then they collapsed on the bed…
--
The following day, both USA and BRITISH intelligence circles received the information that their agents had obtained.
According to a highly detailed Russian intelligence source, the necklace had somehow taken control of the sheep-herder’s mind. He killed his friend, who had found the necklace as well, and then he killed his own family. He boarded a train, and headed for Moscow. The train was met by an unknown force. All were killed on the train, including a British agent, as well as the sheep-herder. The necklace was taken by the leader of the attackers, a Persian named Khan. He had been sent by a third-party to obtain the necklace, and to leave no survivors.
After a series of unfortunate events, including an entire village of Iraqis being incinerated by mysterious means, for no reason, while Khan was in possession of the necklace, Khan decided to return the necklace to Russia, and to the person who had hired him to take the necklace to for safe keeping. Khan decided the necklace was evil, and no longer wanted any part of it.
Khan never made it back to Russia. He and his men mysteriously vanished, and the necklace turned up in a small village in the Ottoman Empire. The Russian secret agency, which reported only to the Tsar, had been searching for the necklace, wanting to know why it was so desirable, and more importantly, who would dare invade Russian, in 1905, as Khan had done, to obtain it.
But several years had passed and now it was 1912, and the necklace was now at the edge of the Ottoman Empire. When reports made it back to Russia that the necklace had resurfaced, agents of the Tsar were dispatched to obtain the necklace and bring it back to Moscow, and to hopefully find out who, in Russia, the necklace was being sent to in the first place seven years earlier. Answers had to be found for a list of questions.
1. Who was the sheep-herder bringing the necklace to?
2. Who sent Khan to intercept it?
3. Who got the necklace before the Tsar’s men got to the Ottoman Empire.
4. Who was the woman Jim West met aboard the RMS Enterprise?
5. And finally; who in America was expecting to get it if and when the RMS Enterprise arrived in New York?
And the overriding question? Where had the necklace come from, and what strange powers did it possess?
--
At that moment, two miles beneath the sea, inside the sunken hulk of the RMS Enterprise, James Kirk found himself confronted by what could only have been a ghost. The light on Kirk’s helmet was starting to dim as its power was waning.
“Who are you?” Kirk asked the man at the end of the darkened, smashed corridor of the RMS Enterprise.
The unseen man laughed, and then stepped out of the shadows. “Why it’s’a me,” the man said with a friendly voice. “Your good buddy Montgomery Scott.”
Scotty stepped out of the shadows.
And at that moment; JIM KIRK remembered…everything.
--
Continued.
Next time..DIXON HILL and EDITH KEELER face certain death at the hands of an evil Nazi bad-guy!!!
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: RMS ENTERPRISE II
James Kirk walked along side his long lost and believed to be dead friend, Montgomery Scott, as they weaved their way down the corridors of the RMS Enterprise. The two had met nearly thirty years previously on the doomed RMS ENTERPRISE. Scott had aided Kirk in his attempts to get to know Edith Keeler. All the memories streamed back into Kirk’s mind, as if missing pages had been returned to a book. Unfortunately, Scotty and many hundreds more, went down with the ship.
“You don’t remember any of this lad?” Scott asked as the two walked past other through the corridors, passing dozens and dozens of others who had survived and now call the wreck their home.
“But you haven’t aged a day Scotty,” Kirk said, “where as I am an old man in my 40s.”
Scotty looked at him as they walked, “Actually,” Scotty said, “you’ve taken good care of your self. Are you and Edith married?” Scotty asked.
“No,” Kirk replied. “I must have been injured, because I only just now regained my memories of being on the Enterprise; and of Edith as well.”
“Well,” Scotty said, “maybe the lass perished. Not all those who died that night are here with us now.”
Kirk shook his head. “Well, to be honest” Kirk said, “I’m still not exactly sure how any of you are alive.”
As they walked further along, Kirk realized he was no longer walking underwater at all. The water had phased away. It was as though he was walking on the ship as if it were still on the surface of the water. This place was getting stranger by the moment. Scotty, and the others, were alive, but existed in a place where time did not pass. And somehow, Kirk had been able to exist there as well.
At that moment a familiar face approached them. It was the Captain of the RMS Enterprise, Jean-Luc Picard.
“Young Kirk,” Picard said, “you have come back to visit us. I trust many of the crew, and passengers, will remember you.”
“Thank you, Captain Picard. But I must say that I am at a lost as to why this is happening.” Kirk said with a smile.
“The how, you will soon learn.” Picard said with a comforting smile. “However, as I recall, you rustled many feathers that night when you snuck into the dinner part and sat at my table, and then danced with the young Keeler woman. I should probably throw you in the brig.” Picard said with a chuckle.
“If you did,” a voice said from behind, “I would have to break him out.”
Kirk turned around to see Mathew Weer. (*Dear readers; Mathew Weer comes from an old storyline on BBS called EXODUS. Still one of my favorite original characters who only showed up in the first RMS ENTERPRISE story, as all the other TREK characters do, for the fun of it.)
“Mathew Weer,” Kirk said with a broad smile. “You’re here too? What is going on down here?”
“For one thing,” Mathew Weer said with a smile, “the same menu for the past thirty years.”
The others laughed at the joke, which obviously was true, Kirk thought, but then where was the food coming from.
Kirk shook hands with his old friend, Mat, but eventually Kirk and Scotty were alone again as they finally made their way to where ever Scott was taking Kirk. When they entered the large cargo bay, a most terrific memory came to Kirk’s mind. It was of the first and only time, he had made love to Edith Keeler. The most pleasant experience happened in the back seat of one of the cars. Kirk’s memory would not be denied.
Several rows of cars lined the interior of the ship’s main storage area. There were various makes, including three or four from the current year; 1912. The sound of a young woman losing her virginity came from one of the cars, its window steamed over because of the romantic interlude taking place inside of it. The gentle rocking of the brand new car, a 1912 Rolls Royce, was more evidence that an act of making love was taking place in the backseat of the car.
Kirk walked with Scotty, through the maze of cars, which were somehow all lined up perfectly in four rows of eight. Finally they reached the car Scotty had brought Kirk to. In fact, it was the same car where Kirk and Edith had made love inside of.
“Why have you brought me here?” Kirk asked.
“Because,” a man answered from beside the car. “This is where the miracle is.” The man said. “My name is James West,” he said to Kirk. “I was sent here, by my government in 1912, to secure the miracle. I failed, it seemed. But take a look around you mister Kirk, and you’ll see that, actually, I succeeded.”
Kirk looked around and saw that several hundred souls had come to the cargo bay as well. Many he didn’t recognize, but many he did. Mathew Weer stood proudly toward the front, as did Sulu, along with his brothers who, along with Sulu, had toured the world as famous trapeze artist. But one face stood out of the crowd; Christopher Pike. The man who had abused Edith, and drove her into Kirk’s arms to begin with.
“Yes, Jimmy-boy, we’re all here.” Scotty told Kirk.
“And the reason we can never go back, is here as well.” Picard said as he came out of the crowd.
James West opened up the trunk of the Rolls-Royce. Kirk’s eyes widened as he saw the necklace emerged wrapped around James West’s hand. It was the same necklace that Dixon Hill, and the Nazis, was after.
“We died,” Scotty said. “But that necklace, what ever it is, has allowed our souls to stay here, in this place between worlds. We’re ghosts, Jimmy. And if you take it with you, we will all cease to exist.”
Kirk was still confused. But all his years at sea, he had seen strange things. Whether or not they were alcohol induced, he didn’t know. But he had seen sea monsters long thought dead; and unexplainable fly craft as well, as they came out of the deep sea and streaked out into the tapestry of stars.
--
Two miles above the RMS Enterprise, the ship on the horizon, a Nazi frigate, had come to a complete stop. They had obviously found the slightly submerged diving hose and tether line of the diving bell.
Dixon Hill watched the enemy ship, from afar, on the bow of the British intelligence vessel. It was no match, in fire power, for the German frigate.
“They found the tether line and the air-hose,” Dixon announced.
“What is going to happen with James?” Edith asked with a trembling voice.
--
Aboard the Nazi frigate, the diver prepared to dive after Kirk. The man had a black eye, the aftermath of being forced to accompany the Nazis on their quest; to find the necklace below.
“Now listen to me carefully,” the German intelligence officer, Commandant Garak said with a soft and sinister voice, “bring me back that necklace or,” Garak said as he looked over at a small child and woman who were tied up to the deck, “I will kill them both; Mr. William Decker.”
Continued…
James Kirk walked along side his long lost and believed to be dead friend, Montgomery Scott, as they weaved their way down the corridors of the RMS Enterprise. The two had met nearly thirty years previously on the doomed RMS ENTERPRISE. Scott had aided Kirk in his attempts to get to know Edith Keeler. All the memories streamed back into Kirk’s mind, as if missing pages had been returned to a book. Unfortunately, Scotty and many hundreds more, went down with the ship.
“You don’t remember any of this lad?” Scott asked as the two walked past other through the corridors, passing dozens and dozens of others who had survived and now call the wreck their home.
“But you haven’t aged a day Scotty,” Kirk said, “where as I am an old man in my 40s.”
Scotty looked at him as they walked, “Actually,” Scotty said, “you’ve taken good care of your self. Are you and Edith married?” Scotty asked.
“No,” Kirk replied. “I must have been injured, because I only just now regained my memories of being on the Enterprise; and of Edith as well.”
“Well,” Scotty said, “maybe the lass perished. Not all those who died that night are here with us now.”
Kirk shook his head. “Well, to be honest” Kirk said, “I’m still not exactly sure how any of you are alive.”
As they walked further along, Kirk realized he was no longer walking underwater at all. The water had phased away. It was as though he was walking on the ship as if it were still on the surface of the water. This place was getting stranger by the moment. Scotty, and the others, were alive, but existed in a place where time did not pass. And somehow, Kirk had been able to exist there as well.
At that moment a familiar face approached them. It was the Captain of the RMS Enterprise, Jean-Luc Picard.
“Young Kirk,” Picard said, “you have come back to visit us. I trust many of the crew, and passengers, will remember you.”
“Thank you, Captain Picard. But I must say that I am at a lost as to why this is happening.” Kirk said with a smile.
“The how, you will soon learn.” Picard said with a comforting smile. “However, as I recall, you rustled many feathers that night when you snuck into the dinner part and sat at my table, and then danced with the young Keeler woman. I should probably throw you in the brig.” Picard said with a chuckle.
“If you did,” a voice said from behind, “I would have to break him out.”
Kirk turned around to see Mathew Weer. (*Dear readers; Mathew Weer comes from an old storyline on BBS called EXODUS. Still one of my favorite original characters who only showed up in the first RMS ENTERPRISE story, as all the other TREK characters do, for the fun of it.)
“Mathew Weer,” Kirk said with a broad smile. “You’re here too? What is going on down here?”
“For one thing,” Mathew Weer said with a smile, “the same menu for the past thirty years.”
The others laughed at the joke, which obviously was true, Kirk thought, but then where was the food coming from.
Kirk shook hands with his old friend, Mat, but eventually Kirk and Scotty were alone again as they finally made their way to where ever Scott was taking Kirk. When they entered the large cargo bay, a most terrific memory came to Kirk’s mind. It was of the first and only time, he had made love to Edith Keeler. The most pleasant experience happened in the back seat of one of the cars. Kirk’s memory would not be denied.
Several rows of cars lined the interior of the ship’s main storage area. There were various makes, including three or four from the current year; 1912. The sound of a young woman losing her virginity came from one of the cars, its window steamed over because of the romantic interlude taking place inside of it. The gentle rocking of the brand new car, a 1912 Rolls Royce, was more evidence that an act of making love was taking place in the backseat of the car.
Kirk walked with Scotty, through the maze of cars, which were somehow all lined up perfectly in four rows of eight. Finally they reached the car Scotty had brought Kirk to. In fact, it was the same car where Kirk and Edith had made love inside of.
“Why have you brought me here?” Kirk asked.
“Because,” a man answered from beside the car. “This is where the miracle is.” The man said. “My name is James West,” he said to Kirk. “I was sent here, by my government in 1912, to secure the miracle. I failed, it seemed. But take a look around you mister Kirk, and you’ll see that, actually, I succeeded.”
Kirk looked around and saw that several hundred souls had come to the cargo bay as well. Many he didn’t recognize, but many he did. Mathew Weer stood proudly toward the front, as did Sulu, along with his brothers who, along with Sulu, had toured the world as famous trapeze artist. But one face stood out of the crowd; Christopher Pike. The man who had abused Edith, and drove her into Kirk’s arms to begin with.
“Yes, Jimmy-boy, we’re all here.” Scotty told Kirk.
“And the reason we can never go back, is here as well.” Picard said as he came out of the crowd.
James West opened up the trunk of the Rolls-Royce. Kirk’s eyes widened as he saw the necklace emerged wrapped around James West’s hand. It was the same necklace that Dixon Hill, and the Nazis, was after.
“We died,” Scotty said. “But that necklace, what ever it is, has allowed our souls to stay here, in this place between worlds. We’re ghosts, Jimmy. And if you take it with you, we will all cease to exist.”
Kirk was still confused. But all his years at sea, he had seen strange things. Whether or not they were alcohol induced, he didn’t know. But he had seen sea monsters long thought dead; and unexplainable fly craft as well, as they came out of the deep sea and streaked out into the tapestry of stars.
--
Two miles above the RMS Enterprise, the ship on the horizon, a Nazi frigate, had come to a complete stop. They had obviously found the slightly submerged diving hose and tether line of the diving bell.
Dixon Hill watched the enemy ship, from afar, on the bow of the British intelligence vessel. It was no match, in fire power, for the German frigate.
“They found the tether line and the air-hose,” Dixon announced.
“What is going to happen with James?” Edith asked with a trembling voice.
--
Aboard the Nazi frigate, the diver prepared to dive after Kirk. The man had a black eye, the aftermath of being forced to accompany the Nazis on their quest; to find the necklace below.
“Now listen to me carefully,” the German intelligence officer, Commandant Garak said with a soft and sinister voice, “bring me back that necklace or,” Garak said as he looked over at a small child and woman who were tied up to the deck, “I will kill them both; Mr. William Decker.”
Continued…
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
RMS ENTERPRISE II
Two miles beneath the North Atlantic Ocean;
James West handed James Kirk the necklace. As Kirk held it, it became clear that the picture that Kirk had seen of the necklace could not convey the beauty of the purple crystals, now glowing, and the majestic gold chain that weaved through the crystals.
“This is the most stunning necklace I have ever seen.” Kirk said to West. “It must be worth millions.”
“And,” West added, “It is the power of these crystals that allows us to live. I know you’re here to take it, Kirk, but if you do, all us here, before you, will really die.”
“But you are dead,” Kirk said to West, “Aren’t you?” Kirk asked. “What exactly is this crystal doing?”
At that moment, a bright light appeared above them all. It pulsated with energy, and wind, as thought it were a storm.
“What is that!?” Kirk asked West as the sound from the bright light grew louder.
“That is the doorway into what waits for us beyond!” West replied. “It has been appearing and reappearing ever since the night the Enterprise went done.”
Scotty came over to Kirk.
“Some have chosen to go through,” Scotty said. “But the rest of us here wish to stay, here, here on the RMS Enterprise because it is our home, Jimmy boy. If we go into the light, we will lose this place forever.”
The light dimmed, and as sudden as it had arrived, it suddenly vanished.
“Perhaps you’re mean to go into the light,” Kirk told them all.
“Maybe, son,” Mathew Weer said, “but I ain’t one known for believing in God. What if I was to go through that door and ended up in a place I’d rather not be.”
At that moment, a beautiful woman emerged from the gathered ‘survivors’ of the Enterprise. A gathering that included West, and Scotty, and the others, but as well as men, women and children, all doomed passengers of the RMS Enterprise. She came over to where Kirk stood, and immediately Kirk knew that she was not one of them. The glowing light inside her eyes matched that of the crystals.
“Who are you?” Kirk asked.
She smiled and took the necklace from West.
“I am the soul of the necklace,” She told Kirk. “It is I who allows these lost souls to live.”
“But at what cost?” Kirk asked her. “Perhaps they are supposed to go into the light, to move on from this place.”
“I won’t deny that,” the woman said. “I just don’t require them to go. Perhaps a deity would, I do not.” She told Kirk. “If you were to step back and look at the situation,” she said as she continued, “you might come to ask how a mere mortal, such as yourself, could even interact with a ship populated by what you deem as dead.”
Kirk shook his head. “I don’t know how this is all happening,” Kirk said. Then he looked to West. “West, listen to me,” Kirk said, “Thirty-years have passed since the RMS Enterprise went down. Since that time the world has fought two wars, the second of which we are losing. There are those who believe that this necklace can help them when their vile war.”
“How?” Picard asked as he listened in. “How could just one necklace prove so vital?”
Kirk shook his head. “I don’t know, for sure,” Kirk said, “But what if these men believed that this necklace could bring back an Army of the dead. Or what if they believed it could shield their fighting Armies from death at all? I know it sounds fantastic, but these men, these Nazis, and their leader, Adolf Hitler, will stop at nothing to win this war. And if they do, it will cost, and has already cost, millions upon millions of lives.”
“Then why have you come to take the Necklace?” Christopher Pike asked as he finally came over to where Kirk was. “You took my wife, and had no regards to her being a married woman.”
“Had you treated her as a woman, instead of a punching bag, she would have never left you.” Kirk countered.
“Women need the stern hand of a man to guide them.” Pike shot back.
Kirk smiled, “I can see, now, why you don’t want to go into that light, Mr. Pike. You might get a front seat on a car to hell.”
Pike attempted to punch Kirk but Mathew Weer stood between them.
“Now listen,” Weer said to them both, “Bringing up the past isn’t going to change it.” Then Weer looked to Kirk. “If what you’re saying is true, Jim, then you can not take that necklace up. If they get to you, then you’ve only done their job for them.”
“And,” Picard added, “What’s stopping your side from creating an Army of dead as well?” Picard asked. “Mathew Weer is correct; it is in everyone’s best interest that this necklace stays right here.”
“They know its here,” Kirk told Weer and Picard. “If not me, someone else is going to come down here and get that necklace.”
At that moment a young boy ran through the crowd and over to Picard, and whispered into the Captain’s ear. Picard, who had knelt down to hear the boy, stood back up.
“Well,” Picard said, “It would appear as if Mr. Kirk is correct. Another object is indeed descending from above, and will hit ground with in the hour.”
“There’s another diving bell coming down?” Kirk asked. “How long have I been here?”
Picard motioned to all the survivors. “Kirk, they say time is predator, stalking us all our lives. Here, in this area between life and death, time has no meaning. The predator has lost its teeth.”
“I would say,” Weer said as he gazed at his hand held time piece, “That you have been here for nearly nine of your hours.”
“Nine hours?” Kirk asked, not believing what he had heard. “I doubt these are the people I was with, there was only one diving bell on the ship. These must be others, perhaps the Nazis themselves, coming after this necklace. Can you stop them?”
“No,” West said. “In fact,” West said softly to Kirk, knowing what he was about to say would be hard for Kirk to believe, “they will not even be able to see us.”
“I can,” Kirk said, “Why wouldn’t they?”
Scotty placed his hand on Kirk’s shoulders. “Jimmy boy,” Scotty said, “apart of you died here that night. That is why you can see us. You have existed in the world above as half a soul.”
“What will happen to me when I leave this place?” Kirk asked.
And then another person stepped out from the gathering of survivors. Kirk saw this person, and took a moment to recognize him. It was Kirk, but much younger, as he looked back when the ship had gone down.
“What is this?” Kirk asked.
“This is why you only remembered your past until now,” Scotty said. “This is the part of you that you left behind; the part of you that existed with Edith Keeler down here.”
“Come back with me,” Kirk said to his younger self.
“I can’t,” young Kirk replied. “If I were to try and leave this place, my death would become real.”
“And so would yours.” The woman with the purple eyes said.
Kirk looked to her. “Just what is the power this crystal has? Where do you come from?” Kirk asked her.
--
William Decker opened the diving bell. He held a small device that would help him track the unique properties of the necklace. He saw Kirk’s diving bell, and concluded his friend must have died in his attempt to find the necklace.
“At least you died back where you should have died all those years ago.” Decker said out loud, as if he thought Kirk’s ghost could hear him.
Then Decker turned on the device, and headed for the sunken hull of the RMS Enterprise.
Continued…
Two miles beneath the North Atlantic Ocean;
James West handed James Kirk the necklace. As Kirk held it, it became clear that the picture that Kirk had seen of the necklace could not convey the beauty of the purple crystals, now glowing, and the majestic gold chain that weaved through the crystals.
“This is the most stunning necklace I have ever seen.” Kirk said to West. “It must be worth millions.”
“And,” West added, “It is the power of these crystals that allows us to live. I know you’re here to take it, Kirk, but if you do, all us here, before you, will really die.”
“But you are dead,” Kirk said to West, “Aren’t you?” Kirk asked. “What exactly is this crystal doing?”
At that moment, a bright light appeared above them all. It pulsated with energy, and wind, as thought it were a storm.
“What is that!?” Kirk asked West as the sound from the bright light grew louder.
“That is the doorway into what waits for us beyond!” West replied. “It has been appearing and reappearing ever since the night the Enterprise went done.”
Scotty came over to Kirk.
“Some have chosen to go through,” Scotty said. “But the rest of us here wish to stay, here, here on the RMS Enterprise because it is our home, Jimmy boy. If we go into the light, we will lose this place forever.”
The light dimmed, and as sudden as it had arrived, it suddenly vanished.
“Perhaps you’re mean to go into the light,” Kirk told them all.
“Maybe, son,” Mathew Weer said, “but I ain’t one known for believing in God. What if I was to go through that door and ended up in a place I’d rather not be.”
At that moment, a beautiful woman emerged from the gathered ‘survivors’ of the Enterprise. A gathering that included West, and Scotty, and the others, but as well as men, women and children, all doomed passengers of the RMS Enterprise. She came over to where Kirk stood, and immediately Kirk knew that she was not one of them. The glowing light inside her eyes matched that of the crystals.
“Who are you?” Kirk asked.
She smiled and took the necklace from West.
“I am the soul of the necklace,” She told Kirk. “It is I who allows these lost souls to live.”
“But at what cost?” Kirk asked her. “Perhaps they are supposed to go into the light, to move on from this place.”
“I won’t deny that,” the woman said. “I just don’t require them to go. Perhaps a deity would, I do not.” She told Kirk. “If you were to step back and look at the situation,” she said as she continued, “you might come to ask how a mere mortal, such as yourself, could even interact with a ship populated by what you deem as dead.”
Kirk shook his head. “I don’t know how this is all happening,” Kirk said. Then he looked to West. “West, listen to me,” Kirk said, “Thirty-years have passed since the RMS Enterprise went down. Since that time the world has fought two wars, the second of which we are losing. There are those who believe that this necklace can help them when their vile war.”
“How?” Picard asked as he listened in. “How could just one necklace prove so vital?”
Kirk shook his head. “I don’t know, for sure,” Kirk said, “But what if these men believed that this necklace could bring back an Army of the dead. Or what if they believed it could shield their fighting Armies from death at all? I know it sounds fantastic, but these men, these Nazis, and their leader, Adolf Hitler, will stop at nothing to win this war. And if they do, it will cost, and has already cost, millions upon millions of lives.”
“Then why have you come to take the Necklace?” Christopher Pike asked as he finally came over to where Kirk was. “You took my wife, and had no regards to her being a married woman.”
“Had you treated her as a woman, instead of a punching bag, she would have never left you.” Kirk countered.
“Women need the stern hand of a man to guide them.” Pike shot back.
Kirk smiled, “I can see, now, why you don’t want to go into that light, Mr. Pike. You might get a front seat on a car to hell.”
Pike attempted to punch Kirk but Mathew Weer stood between them.
“Now listen,” Weer said to them both, “Bringing up the past isn’t going to change it.” Then Weer looked to Kirk. “If what you’re saying is true, Jim, then you can not take that necklace up. If they get to you, then you’ve only done their job for them.”
“And,” Picard added, “What’s stopping your side from creating an Army of dead as well?” Picard asked. “Mathew Weer is correct; it is in everyone’s best interest that this necklace stays right here.”
“They know its here,” Kirk told Weer and Picard. “If not me, someone else is going to come down here and get that necklace.”
At that moment a young boy ran through the crowd and over to Picard, and whispered into the Captain’s ear. Picard, who had knelt down to hear the boy, stood back up.
“Well,” Picard said, “It would appear as if Mr. Kirk is correct. Another object is indeed descending from above, and will hit ground with in the hour.”
“There’s another diving bell coming down?” Kirk asked. “How long have I been here?”
Picard motioned to all the survivors. “Kirk, they say time is predator, stalking us all our lives. Here, in this area between life and death, time has no meaning. The predator has lost its teeth.”
“I would say,” Weer said as he gazed at his hand held time piece, “That you have been here for nearly nine of your hours.”
“Nine hours?” Kirk asked, not believing what he had heard. “I doubt these are the people I was with, there was only one diving bell on the ship. These must be others, perhaps the Nazis themselves, coming after this necklace. Can you stop them?”
“No,” West said. “In fact,” West said softly to Kirk, knowing what he was about to say would be hard for Kirk to believe, “they will not even be able to see us.”
“I can,” Kirk said, “Why wouldn’t they?”
Scotty placed his hand on Kirk’s shoulders. “Jimmy boy,” Scotty said, “apart of you died here that night. That is why you can see us. You have existed in the world above as half a soul.”
“What will happen to me when I leave this place?” Kirk asked.
And then another person stepped out from the gathering of survivors. Kirk saw this person, and took a moment to recognize him. It was Kirk, but much younger, as he looked back when the ship had gone down.
“What is this?” Kirk asked.
“This is why you only remembered your past until now,” Scotty said. “This is the part of you that you left behind; the part of you that existed with Edith Keeler down here.”
“Come back with me,” Kirk said to his younger self.
“I can’t,” young Kirk replied. “If I were to try and leave this place, my death would become real.”
“And so would yours.” The woman with the purple eyes said.
Kirk looked to her. “Just what is the power this crystal has? Where do you come from?” Kirk asked her.
--
William Decker opened the diving bell. He held a small device that would help him track the unique properties of the necklace. He saw Kirk’s diving bell, and concluded his friend must have died in his attempt to find the necklace.
“At least you died back where you should have died all those years ago.” Decker said out loud, as if he thought Kirk’s ghost could hear him.
Then Decker turned on the device, and headed for the sunken hull of the RMS Enterprise.
Continued…
RobertScorpio
Pariah
RMS ENTERPRISE II-Legend of the African Icestorm
“Come back with me,” Kirk said to his younger self.
“I can’t,” young Kirk replied. “If I were to try and leave this place, my death would become real.”
“And so would yours.” The woman with the purple eyes said.
Kirk looked to her. “Just what is the power this crystal has? Where do you come from?” Kirk asked her.
The woman took the necklace from James T Kirk, and Kirk couldn’t help but notice that her eyes, and the crystals on the necklace, pulsated in time with each other.
“Your concerns about the crystals being used to create an Army of the dead are not unique.” She said to Kirk. “The necklace came to this world, quite by accident, but with the intent of being hidden.”
“Hidden by whom?” Kirk asked.
She took Kirk’s hand into her own and the two walked together, away from all the others.
“Can you open your mind to the possibility that here are matters to this universe of ours that you may never know?” She asked back in reply.
“Only a fool would claim to know everything.” Kirk replied.
“The necklace has powers that can not be fathomed.” She continued. “Who created it, originally, is unknown. But several thousand of your years ago, it fell down to world, not unlike your own. The beings on this far away world were already at war. And for the next two thousand years, it would be sought after by both armies, and actually held at different times, controlled if you will, by either side. Their Armies of dead fought on and on, and this went on, back and forth, until; its existence caused peace. The two sides had tired of a war that would never end, fought by soldiers who would never die. They then cast it out into space, with in the confines of a space rock, since it had been proven unable to destroy.”
“So,” Kirk took over for her, “you’re saying that this space rock traveled through space until it landed here, quite by mistake. And once it was taken from the space rock, the crystals, along with their strange powers, began to affect those who came in contact with it.”
“Yes,” She said, “you could say that.”
Kirk stopped walking and looked straight at her.
“Look,” Kirk said, “I’m just a simple man, with a simple life. I can see some truth in your words, because of what I have seen since I came down here to the Enterprise. But your story doesn’t explain who you are, and who else on Earth may be involved with trying to gain possession of the necklace.”
“Fair enough,” she said. “When my kind found out about the rock heading towards Earth, and potentially falling, yet, onto another innocent world, I was sent to make sure it was buried where it could never be found. We knew the rock was coming in the direction of Earth, and even towards Russia, but we had no idea when it would arrive. I came to Earth, and took this shape two years before it arrived, as the daughter of a rich Russian business man. When news of the explosion in Siberia reached Moscow, I knew the time had come. My human ‘father’ was very much in love with his daughter, me. So I input some of the knowledge of the necklace into his mind, and because the crystals and I share a common past, I imparted their need for him onto them as well.”
“The man who hired me,” Kirk said to her, “told me that a Russian sheep-herder found the necklace, killed his friend, and his own family, so as to bring the necklace to Moscow.”
She nodded. “That much is true. I did not know the ill effects the crystal had on the sheep-herder, Rejnak. And before the necklace could come into my possession, it was intercepted by Persians, who had heard of the strange necklace, due to Rejnak’s own bragging that he had found it. The Persians took the necklace, and when they did, they suffered great loss of life. The necklace was eventually found, years later, by men who worked for my father.”
“Yes,” Kirk said as he nodded, “I know this part of the story as well. From there it just disappeared.”
“I had decided to bring it to America, and hired men to retrieve it for me.” She told Kirk. “I could see aspects of the future of this world, and I knew, with the coming world wars, that the necklace might be used for the same purposes you are worried about, and had already had been used for on countless other worlds.”
“Why bring it to America?” Kirk asked.
“There is a volcanic mountain range in America, the Colorado Rockies. They are the remnant of what future scientists of yours will refer to as a super-volcano. The necklace can not be destroyed, so I decided to bury it. My Russian father had a business associate in the Denver area. I intended to send the necklace to him, and I boarded the Enterprise as well to see to it that it stayed hidden in the truck of the car, which had been a gift from my father to his friend.”
Kirk shook his head, “A fantastic tale,” Kirk said with a chuckle. “How are you going to bury it inside this super-volcano you are talking about?”
She smiled, stepped back from him and right before his eyes she morphed into what looked like liquid metal. She changed back into the form of a human.
“What are you?” Kirk asked with astonished eyes.
“I am someone who has made mistakes, and cost the lives of innocent people on your planet.” She said with a look of sadness in her purple eyes. “I only want to make sure this necklace of evil is lost, forever. I did not cause the iceberg to hit the ship, but as it sunk, I realized that, indirectly, the depth of the ocean could serve as the necklace’s final resting place. But I was wrong, as your being here proves.”
Before she could continue, a strange wind overcame where they stood. And, to Kirk’s dismay, the ship was suddenly submerged in water. His diving mask was back on, and he was standing in the dark, murky cargo-bay. But the cars, which were inside the cargo-bay, were no longer neatly lined up. Instead they were smashed, and had been thrown about as he had imagined they would have been when he came down to the ship. He turned around to see that all the survivors, ghosts one might say, were gone. And, in their place, a lone figure stood at the far entrance of the cargo-bay. It was another person in a diving suit, much like his. Kirk walked towards this person.
Both diving suits were equipped with special radios built for the depth.
“Who are you?” Kirk asked as the blinding light on the unknown diver’s helmet shown in his eyes, and drew closer.
“It’ me, Jim,” a voice replied, “Will Decker.”
--
Continued; next time.
“Come back with me,” Kirk said to his younger self.
“I can’t,” young Kirk replied. “If I were to try and leave this place, my death would become real.”
“And so would yours.” The woman with the purple eyes said.
Kirk looked to her. “Just what is the power this crystal has? Where do you come from?” Kirk asked her.
The woman took the necklace from James T Kirk, and Kirk couldn’t help but notice that her eyes, and the crystals on the necklace, pulsated in time with each other.
“Your concerns about the crystals being used to create an Army of the dead are not unique.” She said to Kirk. “The necklace came to this world, quite by accident, but with the intent of being hidden.”
“Hidden by whom?” Kirk asked.
She took Kirk’s hand into her own and the two walked together, away from all the others.
“Can you open your mind to the possibility that here are matters to this universe of ours that you may never know?” She asked back in reply.
“Only a fool would claim to know everything.” Kirk replied.
“The necklace has powers that can not be fathomed.” She continued. “Who created it, originally, is unknown. But several thousand of your years ago, it fell down to world, not unlike your own. The beings on this far away world were already at war. And for the next two thousand years, it would be sought after by both armies, and actually held at different times, controlled if you will, by either side. Their Armies of dead fought on and on, and this went on, back and forth, until; its existence caused peace. The two sides had tired of a war that would never end, fought by soldiers who would never die. They then cast it out into space, with in the confines of a space rock, since it had been proven unable to destroy.”
“So,” Kirk took over for her, “you’re saying that this space rock traveled through space until it landed here, quite by mistake. And once it was taken from the space rock, the crystals, along with their strange powers, began to affect those who came in contact with it.”
“Yes,” She said, “you could say that.”
Kirk stopped walking and looked straight at her.
“Look,” Kirk said, “I’m just a simple man, with a simple life. I can see some truth in your words, because of what I have seen since I came down here to the Enterprise. But your story doesn’t explain who you are, and who else on Earth may be involved with trying to gain possession of the necklace.”
“Fair enough,” she said. “When my kind found out about the rock heading towards Earth, and potentially falling, yet, onto another innocent world, I was sent to make sure it was buried where it could never be found. We knew the rock was coming in the direction of Earth, and even towards Russia, but we had no idea when it would arrive. I came to Earth, and took this shape two years before it arrived, as the daughter of a rich Russian business man. When news of the explosion in Siberia reached Moscow, I knew the time had come. My human ‘father’ was very much in love with his daughter, me. So I input some of the knowledge of the necklace into his mind, and because the crystals and I share a common past, I imparted their need for him onto them as well.”
“The man who hired me,” Kirk said to her, “told me that a Russian sheep-herder found the necklace, killed his friend, and his own family, so as to bring the necklace to Moscow.”
She nodded. “That much is true. I did not know the ill effects the crystal had on the sheep-herder, Rejnak. And before the necklace could come into my possession, it was intercepted by Persians, who had heard of the strange necklace, due to Rejnak’s own bragging that he had found it. The Persians took the necklace, and when they did, they suffered great loss of life. The necklace was eventually found, years later, by men who worked for my father.”
“Yes,” Kirk said as he nodded, “I know this part of the story as well. From there it just disappeared.”
“I had decided to bring it to America, and hired men to retrieve it for me.” She told Kirk. “I could see aspects of the future of this world, and I knew, with the coming world wars, that the necklace might be used for the same purposes you are worried about, and had already had been used for on countless other worlds.”
“Why bring it to America?” Kirk asked.
“There is a volcanic mountain range in America, the Colorado Rockies. They are the remnant of what future scientists of yours will refer to as a super-volcano. The necklace can not be destroyed, so I decided to bury it. My Russian father had a business associate in the Denver area. I intended to send the necklace to him, and I boarded the Enterprise as well to see to it that it stayed hidden in the truck of the car, which had been a gift from my father to his friend.”
Kirk shook his head, “A fantastic tale,” Kirk said with a chuckle. “How are you going to bury it inside this super-volcano you are talking about?”
She smiled, stepped back from him and right before his eyes she morphed into what looked like liquid metal. She changed back into the form of a human.
“What are you?” Kirk asked with astonished eyes.
“I am someone who has made mistakes, and cost the lives of innocent people on your planet.” She said with a look of sadness in her purple eyes. “I only want to make sure this necklace of evil is lost, forever. I did not cause the iceberg to hit the ship, but as it sunk, I realized that, indirectly, the depth of the ocean could serve as the necklace’s final resting place. But I was wrong, as your being here proves.”
Before she could continue, a strange wind overcame where they stood. And, to Kirk’s dismay, the ship was suddenly submerged in water. His diving mask was back on, and he was standing in the dark, murky cargo-bay. But the cars, which were inside the cargo-bay, were no longer neatly lined up. Instead they were smashed, and had been thrown about as he had imagined they would have been when he came down to the ship. He turned around to see that all the survivors, ghosts one might say, were gone. And, in their place, a lone figure stood at the far entrance of the cargo-bay. It was another person in a diving suit, much like his. Kirk walked towards this person.
Both diving suits were equipped with special radios built for the depth.
“Who are you?” Kirk asked as the blinding light on the unknown diver’s helmet shown in his eyes, and drew closer.
“It’ me, Jim,” a voice replied, “Will Decker.”
--
Continued; next time.
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Re: RMS ENTERPRISE II-Legend of the African Icestorm
James Kirk turned around to see that all the survivors, ghosts one might say, were gone. And, in their place, a lone figure stood at the far entrance of the cargo-bay. It was another person in a diving suit, much like his. Kirk walked towards this person.
Both diving suits were equipped with special radios built for the depth.
“Who are you?” Kirk asked as the blinding light on the unknown diver’s helmet shown in his eyes, and drew closer.
“It’ me, Jim,” a voice replied, “Will Decker.”
--
Dixon Hill and Thomas Frakes, stood on the bow of the sleek British intelligence ship, and both men looked through binoculars at the Nazi destroyer, which had dropped anchor very close to where the slightly submerged tether line that held Kirk’s diving bell and air hose lines.
“They know they outgun us, so they aren’t even going to bother with us.” Dixon said.
“If they find that tether line, Kirk is dead.” Frakes said.
“As all good men do, he knew the risk,” Dixon Hill said. “The other diver the Nazis send down should have reached the ocean floor by now.”
One of the deck hands brought Dixon Hill a message from headquarters in London. No longer shrouded by the jamming of the Nazi ship, Dixon Hill had sent a coded message, updating his superiors of their status.
Dixon read the reply, and the interesting report filed by agent 007.
“My God,” Dixon said, “unbelievable.”
“What does it say?” Frakes asked.
“I’m not sure how to put this,” Dixon said, “but according to one of our top agents, James Bond, the Germans believe that the necklace can raise the dead, and or, shroud armies that are alive from being killed at all.”
“They could fight this war and suffer no loss of life.” Frakes concluded.
“Quite correct,” Dixon said. “My country has always believed that if America was to enter the war, and now it has because of Pearl Harbor, the sheer numbers would eventually move to our side. But if the Germans could fight on, and on, and suffer no casualties then they would win the war, and quite possibly, the entire world.”
Frakes shook his head. “I don’t believe this crazy belief that this necklace can do that.” Frakes said, “Just as I always doubted that if Hitler had gotten the Ark of the Covenant, he would have been unstoppable.”
“Then why did your government go through the trouble of capturing it, if men like you thought it was just fool’s errand.”
Thomas Frakes smiled, “Just incase we were wrong.”
--
James Kirk, holding the necklace, looked inside the mask of the other diver’s suit. It was indeed William Decker, Kirk’s protégé.
“Decker, what the hell are you doing here?” Kirk asked.
Decker shook his head, “I had no choice Jim. They have my boy and my wife up there, and will kill them unless I bring that necklace up with me.” Decker said.
Kirk could see that Decker was sporting a black-eye.
“Who did this to you?” Kirk asked.
“The Nazis did this to me.” Decker said. “Right after you left on that Brit ship, I went back into the diving store and they were waiting for me. Jim,” Decker said with a slight pause, “they killed Harry.”
Kirk stepped back. Harry Mudd had become his best friend, his drinking buddy, for the past several years.
“Why?” Kirk said, almost in a daze as he spoke, “why kill Harry?”
“Jim,” Decker said, “I’m sorry about Harry, but if I don’t take that necklace up to them they’ll kill Beth and my boy.”
Kirk fought through his sorry for Harry. He couldn’t let Decker’s family be murdered. Scotty appeared, and stood right next to Decker.
“What do I do?” Kirk asked Scotty.
Decker, noticing that Kirk was looking toward Decker, but slightly to the right, shook his head.
“Who are you talking to Jim?” Decker asked.
Scotty, unheard by Decker, answered. “Let him take the necklace,” Scotty said.
“What about you and all the others?” Kirk asked, again stupefying Decker.
Then Mathew Weer appeared. “He’s right James,” Weer said, “We couldn’t go on down here knowing that his mans wife and child were killed if he didn’t take the necklace. You have to let him have it, and then you have to find away to stop these Nazi monsters of yours from using the power of the necklace.”
“Jim,” Decker said, “what are you doing? Its like you’re not even here.”
“I know,” Kirk said to Decker. “I’ll explain someday. Just go ahead and take the necklace,” Kirk said as he handed Decker the Necklace. “Go up first, and then I’ll follow you after I know you’ve made it up to the German ship.”
Decker smiled, “Thanks Jim, I had brought this,” he showed Kirk a special diving gun that he had been holding the entire time. “I’m glad I didn’t come to that.”
“Yeah, you and me both; now go,” Kirk said, “Beth and little Mathew need you.”
Decker headed back the way he came. And as he did, Scotty and Weer faded away into nothingness. But the strange alien woman, who had hid behind the carcass of a smashed car, walked over to him.
“He should have sacrificed his family,” the alien woman said, “now by letting him take the necklace you may have doomed your Earth. And,” she said as she looked at the empty cargo-bay, “the souls who have lived here for thirty-year will be lost, forever imprisoned here unless you bring that necklace back.”
“I will,” Kirk said, “I promise. What about you?” Kirk asked. “Can’t you help?”
She smiled. “Not in this form,” She said. “We will meet again, James Kirk.”
And then her body dissolved right before Kirk’s eyes. He made his way back to his diving bell. Hopefully the tether line was still intact. But until he was reeled up by Dixon and his men, Kirk was stranded in an underground ghost yard.
--
Sometime later, Decker’s diving bell was reeled aboard the German destroyer. The diving bell was opened, and Wil Decker stepped out, and was barely able to walk due to the decompression of his body. A swooshing sound could be heard as Decker removed his diving helmet. He reached out his hand and handed the necklace to Commandant Garak.
“Very good, Mister Decker,” Garak said. “Was your fiend, Kirk, dead?”
“Yes,” Decker lied, “A good man has died here to day.”
Garak shook his head, “No, Mister Decker, you are mistaken” Garak replied, “two good men have did here today.”
And with out hesitation, Garak raised his arm, placed his standard issued 8mm, P-38 Pistol’s barrel to Decker’s head, and fired one shot; killing him.
Decker turned to the deck seamen who were standing nearby, having just reeled up the diving bell.
“Dump the diving bell,” Garak ordered the seamen, “and then dump the bodies.”
The seamen saluted. And moments later, the bell was cut from its line, and the bodies of Decker and his family were dumped over board.
Continued…
James Kirk turned around to see that all the survivors, ghosts one might say, were gone. And, in their place, a lone figure stood at the far entrance of the cargo-bay. It was another person in a diving suit, much like his. Kirk walked towards this person.
Both diving suits were equipped with special radios built for the depth.
“Who are you?” Kirk asked as the blinding light on the unknown diver’s helmet shown in his eyes, and drew closer.
“It’ me, Jim,” a voice replied, “Will Decker.”
--
Dixon Hill and Thomas Frakes, stood on the bow of the sleek British intelligence ship, and both men looked through binoculars at the Nazi destroyer, which had dropped anchor very close to where the slightly submerged tether line that held Kirk’s diving bell and air hose lines.
“They know they outgun us, so they aren’t even going to bother with us.” Dixon said.
“If they find that tether line, Kirk is dead.” Frakes said.
“As all good men do, he knew the risk,” Dixon Hill said. “The other diver the Nazis send down should have reached the ocean floor by now.”
One of the deck hands brought Dixon Hill a message from headquarters in London. No longer shrouded by the jamming of the Nazi ship, Dixon Hill had sent a coded message, updating his superiors of their status.
Dixon read the reply, and the interesting report filed by agent 007.
“My God,” Dixon said, “unbelievable.”
“What does it say?” Frakes asked.
“I’m not sure how to put this,” Dixon said, “but according to one of our top agents, James Bond, the Germans believe that the necklace can raise the dead, and or, shroud armies that are alive from being killed at all.”
“They could fight this war and suffer no loss of life.” Frakes concluded.
“Quite correct,” Dixon said. “My country has always believed that if America was to enter the war, and now it has because of Pearl Harbor, the sheer numbers would eventually move to our side. But if the Germans could fight on, and on, and suffer no casualties then they would win the war, and quite possibly, the entire world.”
Frakes shook his head. “I don’t believe this crazy belief that this necklace can do that.” Frakes said, “Just as I always doubted that if Hitler had gotten the Ark of the Covenant, he would have been unstoppable.”
“Then why did your government go through the trouble of capturing it, if men like you thought it was just fool’s errand.”
Thomas Frakes smiled, “Just incase we were wrong.”
--
James Kirk, holding the necklace, looked inside the mask of the other diver’s suit. It was indeed William Decker, Kirk’s protégé.
“Decker, what the hell are you doing here?” Kirk asked.
Decker shook his head, “I had no choice Jim. They have my boy and my wife up there, and will kill them unless I bring that necklace up with me.” Decker said.
Kirk could see that Decker was sporting a black-eye.
“Who did this to you?” Kirk asked.
“The Nazis did this to me.” Decker said. “Right after you left on that Brit ship, I went back into the diving store and they were waiting for me. Jim,” Decker said with a slight pause, “they killed Harry.”
Kirk stepped back. Harry Mudd had become his best friend, his drinking buddy, for the past several years.
“Why?” Kirk said, almost in a daze as he spoke, “why kill Harry?”
“Jim,” Decker said, “I’m sorry about Harry, but if I don’t take that necklace up to them they’ll kill Beth and my boy.”
Kirk fought through his sorry for Harry. He couldn’t let Decker’s family be murdered. Scotty appeared, and stood right next to Decker.
“What do I do?” Kirk asked Scotty.
Decker, noticing that Kirk was looking toward Decker, but slightly to the right, shook his head.
“Who are you talking to Jim?” Decker asked.
Scotty, unheard by Decker, answered. “Let him take the necklace,” Scotty said.
“What about you and all the others?” Kirk asked, again stupefying Decker.
Then Mathew Weer appeared. “He’s right James,” Weer said, “We couldn’t go on down here knowing that his mans wife and child were killed if he didn’t take the necklace. You have to let him have it, and then you have to find away to stop these Nazi monsters of yours from using the power of the necklace.”
“Jim,” Decker said, “what are you doing? Its like you’re not even here.”
“I know,” Kirk said to Decker. “I’ll explain someday. Just go ahead and take the necklace,” Kirk said as he handed Decker the Necklace. “Go up first, and then I’ll follow you after I know you’ve made it up to the German ship.”
Decker smiled, “Thanks Jim, I had brought this,” he showed Kirk a special diving gun that he had been holding the entire time. “I’m glad I didn’t come to that.”
“Yeah, you and me both; now go,” Kirk said, “Beth and little Mathew need you.”
Decker headed back the way he came. And as he did, Scotty and Weer faded away into nothingness. But the strange alien woman, who had hid behind the carcass of a smashed car, walked over to him.
“He should have sacrificed his family,” the alien woman said, “now by letting him take the necklace you may have doomed your Earth. And,” she said as she looked at the empty cargo-bay, “the souls who have lived here for thirty-year will be lost, forever imprisoned here unless you bring that necklace back.”
“I will,” Kirk said, “I promise. What about you?” Kirk asked. “Can’t you help?”
She smiled. “Not in this form,” She said. “We will meet again, James Kirk.”
And then her body dissolved right before Kirk’s eyes. He made his way back to his diving bell. Hopefully the tether line was still intact. But until he was reeled up by Dixon and his men, Kirk was stranded in an underground ghost yard.
--
Sometime later, Decker’s diving bell was reeled aboard the German destroyer. The diving bell was opened, and Wil Decker stepped out, and was barely able to walk due to the decompression of his body. A swooshing sound could be heard as Decker removed his diving helmet. He reached out his hand and handed the necklace to Commandant Garak.
“Very good, Mister Decker,” Garak said. “Was your fiend, Kirk, dead?”
“Yes,” Decker lied, “A good man has died here to day.”
Garak shook his head, “No, Mister Decker, you are mistaken” Garak replied, “two good men have did here today.”
And with out hesitation, Garak raised his arm, placed his standard issued 8mm, P-38 Pistol’s barrel to Decker’s head, and fired one shot; killing him.
Decker turned to the deck seamen who were standing nearby, having just reeled up the diving bell.
“Dump the diving bell,” Garak ordered the seamen, “and then dump the bodies.”
The seamen saluted. And moments later, the bell was cut from its line, and the bodies of Decker and his family were dumped over board.
Continued…
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