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Family;Weer...STAR TREK

RobertScorpio

RobertScorpio

Pariah
Wow, EXODUS and THE WEER FAMILY sagas are concluded. But I am going on with the story in the third epoch of the Weer Family. So far, combined, Exodus/The Weer Family combine for over fifty thousand words, and two hundred fifty pages, double spaced.

I hadn't realized how far I had come...I was going to let it end, but have been urged to go on...what will Mat do when he returns to Droanha and finds it under the control of the McCords? What about Sharv's mothers? Will Ramada marry her klingon boyfriend? And yes, I know, when will Zubby or Wazzo show up? Who knows!!!

Rob
 
It is the 25 century; Our saga continues…

The Family; Weer
STAR TREK
Based on Star Trek created by Gene Roddenberry

Starring
Mathew Weer
Ramada Weer

and
N’vraln

The giant Romulan vessel was prepared to leave the orbit of Droanha, having brought Minister Odo, Mathew Weer and his niece, Ramada Weer, home.

Mathew was in one of the ship’s Transporter rooms standing on a transporter pad, with Ramada beside him, waiting for N’vraln, the Romulan commander, to arrive so they could say goodbye. Odo had already beamed over to a Jem-Hedar cruiser, which took him back to the Founder home world.

But something had delayed N’vraln from arriving.

“I wonder where he is.” Ramada asked. “I just want to get home.”

Mathew nodded. “I agree. Your Aunt Beth used to make the best pot-roast. I’ll see if I can coax it out of here when we get home.” Mathew said. “I hope you’re up for a nice horse ride back to the ranch.”

Ramada, in all her regal beauty, smiled back. “I am!”

Suddenly N’vraln entered the transporter room.

“Sorry for the wait,” N’vraln said. He stoic Romulan features were starting to show age, Mathew noticed.

“Is everything okay?” Mathew asked.

N’vraln motioned for Mathew and Ramada to follow him. “In fact, yes. Come with me.” N’vraln said in all seriousness.

Mathew and Ramada followed the Romulan ship’s commander, and long time friend of Mathew’s, through several layers of the ship. Mathew had become such a regular visitor over the past few years, some of the Romulan crew nodded at him as he followed N’vraln.

After what seemed a ten minute walk, to Mathew, they ended up in the giant hanger bay of the vessel. The landing bay doors were open, but they were safe due to the force field being activated. The planet Droanha could be seen in the near distance.

“What’s the problem?” Mathew asked.

N’vraln put a hand on Mathew’s shoulder. “You and I have been good friends for many years.” N’vraln said. “And I just can’t imagine the great Mathew Weer stuck on some far off world with only a horse to get you from place to place.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Ramada said. “He won’t be able to leave the ranch then!”

N’vraln nodded in amusement. “Very true, I agree. But be that as it may, I want you to have this.” N’vraln said as he pointed to an area behind Mat.

Mathew turned around to see N’vraln’s old Raptor class scout class ship. It was roughly the same size of Mat’s recently destroyed ship; the Tempest.

“You’re giving me the Revok’ta?” Mat said with genuine surprise. “You don’t have to do that N’vraln. She’s your pride and joy.”

N’vraln continued. “I know how hard it must have been for you to lose your ship like that. But it worked. Hol’comb assumed you were still on the Tempest, not realizing we had beamed you over to our ship.”

“We learned in school that a Transporter could not work when a cloaking device was active.” Ramada said.

N’vraln. “Quite correct young lady.” N’vraln said, “And it is technically not allowed due to treaty stipulations.”

Mathew took over. “Hence, that is why you gave one to the Klingons. I am sure the Federation council will have something to say about it, but who cares?”

“Precisely; In fact that is what K’Vulgh said as well.” N’vraln said. “We were going to come forward with this technology. And when you presented your idea to me, I thought it was a good time as any.”

“Though, of course,” Mat said with a devious look on his face, “there are other technologies that you felt not to reveal.”

N’vraln flashed a sinister grin. “We have no such secrets.” Then he continued. “Anyway, this is my gift to you. I no longer have the time to, how did you put it once, ‘sail the stars’? And, this Raptor can still out speed the Tempest!”

“Hah!,” Mat said, “you wish. But I thank you my friend.”

The two old friends hugged each other, To see a Romulan commander hugging a human was a strange sight indeed.

“Take care, my old friend, until we meet again.” Mat said.

“Considering how I have to keep saving you from your self, Mathew Weer, I would say that we will be sharing another hand of poker very soon.” N’vraln replied.

Moments later the Raptor glided out of the hanger bay and toward the space-dock that was in stationary orbit of Droanha. The Romulan vessel headed there as well to get some supplies before a long journey back to Romulan territory.

CONTINUED
 
Family;Weer...STAR TREK...THE McCORD FINALE!! pt 1

It is the 25 century; Our saga continues…

The Family; Weer
STAR TREK
Based on Star Trek created by Gene Roddenberry

Chapter Two
The McCord Finale!!! Part one

Starring
Mathew Weer
Ramada Weer
Ginny Weer
Lawrence Weer
Aunt Beth

with
Myra Gregg
Laura Gregg
Andrew Gregg



Myra Gregg, and her four children, took one last look at McCord valley. They could see their home from path that winded up the hill and towards the town nearby.

The Gregg family had lived in the valley for nearly six years. Myra Gregg decided to move to Droanha after the death of her husband, their father, Richard during an industrial accident on the planet Betazed. It had been his wish to settle there after hearing about how beautiful, and simple, the life was there. After his untimely death, Myra vowed to find that new life with her children.

Her oldest, a girl named Laura, was now fourteen years old. She had been just eight years old, and her siblings were much younger, when they arrived six years previously. The children had attended schools, played on sports teams, while Myra had belonged to various social groups as well. They were well respected residents of this part Droanha. But the good times were gone. It was all due to one man; Terence McCord.

McCord’s intimidation had finally worn down Myra, and she accepted his offer to buy her land. She pretty much got back what she had paid for it. The children were all very upset at having to lose their home. But Myra didn’t have a choice after masked men, no doubt McCord’s men, had smashed up her home, and land, one day while she and the children were out. The law enforcement had no proof, and or were powerless to help stop the land grab by Terence McCord. So, enough was enough, Myra decided. And so she packed up as much as she could on the five horses they owned, and they headed toward town, which was ten to fifteen miles away, to catch a transport up to the space dock. From there they would try to find a new life somewhere else.

The children looked very depressed as they looked back at what had been their home for the past six years. The two girls were crying, and the boys looked just as dejected.

“It isn’t fair.” The oldest girl said through her tears. “Can’t you do something?” She asked Myra.

“I wish I could honey, I really do. But these are bad men, and they could do far more harm than just property damage if we stayed. For that reason, we have to go.” Myra told her, and in-so-doing, she had told the other three children as well.

Although she paid for the house to be built, she also helped to design it and did some of the work as well. She shook her head in sorrow. It was difficult to leave a home that she had put so much into.

At that moment Andrew, her who was her eleven year old son, tapped her on the shoulder.

“Mom,” he said excitedly, “oh my God! look!”

Myra Gregg looked into the direction her son pointed. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Two people were riding on horseback, toward them, down the dirt path that forked up ahead. She recognized the large, powerful looking man, who dressed in animal skins, immediately. It was Mathew Weer!! The kids, who were moments ago depressed, all had a gleam of hope in their eyes. It was one thing for Terence McCord to intimidate her family, and others, but intimidate Mathew Weer? Not a chance! But was he too late to make a difference? Myra Gregg had to smile. Perhaps the Tide had changed, at last.

Mathew, and his niece Ramada, who was on another horse, brought their animals to a halt in front of Myra.

“Where are you all headed on this fine day?” Mathew asked innocently.

Myra gave Mat a defeated look. “We’re leaving Mat. It’s just as pure and simple as that.” She said.

Mat surveyed the glum looks on the children who were each on their own horse.

“Looks to me you might have a mutiny on your hands pretty soon.” Mat said in a joking manner.

“It’s Terence McCord.” Myra finally said. “A lot of things have happened since you were last here. He and his men have scared many families off. He wants the valley back and no one can stop a man like that from getting what he wants.”

“And what they did to Ginny..” Laura began to say, but she was cut off by Myra.

“Hush child!” Myra said. “That is none of your business.” Myra said quickly.

Mathew Weer nudged his horse past Myra's, and stopped along side Laura’s much smaller horse. He leaned down in his horse, and peered into her eyes. His friendly face a moment ago was replaced by a scowl and glare that tore at her very soul.

“What is this about Ginny?” Mat said with coldness in his voice.

Laura sunk in her saddle, and shot a quick glance to her mother Myra. Myra didn’t look at her daughter, but gave her a quick nod. Laura couldn’t bring her self to look into Mat’s eyes. She just looked at the back of her horse’s head and spoke softly.

“Two of Mr. McCord’s men jumped Ginny and Lawrence three weeks ago after the festival. One of them held Lawrence down as the other tied Ginny’s arms together, then tied them to a rope, and dragged her through the mud for about a mile. She was bruised up pretty bad.” Laura said.

Ramada gasped. “Oh my God, Uncle Mathew.”

Mathew didn’t break his attention from Laura. “Where is Mitch? Why didn’t he do something about it?”

Myra cut in. “He doesn’t know what happened Mat. Beth made those two kids promise not to tell him. They all lied to Mitch and said she had fallen off of a horse. Beth was afraid Mitch would have gone and got himself killed if he found out.”

Mathew sat up in his horse. There was dead silence. He then reached back to the other side of his horse. When he and Ramada had picked up the horses from the town’s stable, Mathew also picked up the weapon he left with the local gunsmith for care. It was a 12-gage shot-gun that he always kept at the ready in a saddle hoist.

Mathew pulled the gun out of the cover it rested in along the left side of the horse. He quietly loaded the weapon with bullets.

”What are you going to do Mat?” Myra asked with fear in her voice. She could tell that her children were suddenly scared, and full well knowing what Mat intended to do. Mat had that kind of reputation. ‘This is what Beth was afraid of.”

Mat looked over to Myra once he replaced his shotgun back into its saddle slot.

“Myra, I believe in a time when harming women and children,” Mat said with a cold determination, “brought swift justice.” He reached over and put his hand on Myra’s shoulder. “I didn’t know your husband that well. But I knew him to be an honorable man Myra. I want you to go to town and stay at the hotel there until I straighten this mess out. Will you give me that chance?”

Myra nodded. “He and his men will kill you Mathew.” She said with regret.

Mathew’s cold glace became even more so cold. “I’ve been prepared to go to hell for my entire life.” Mathew said. “But this is not the day.” He said with a smile. He looked over to Ramada. “Ramada, go ahead and help her get her kids to the hotel. I want you to stay there until this all blows over.”

“I will.” Ramada said.

And with that, the Gregg family, with Ramada with them, headed up the path towards town. Mat changed directions and headed toward Weer ranch at a full gallop.

--
ONE HALF HOUR LATER


Lawrence and Ginny had been painting the fence all day. It was nearly dark time. Lawrence had actually done most of the painting. Ever since she had been attacked, Ginny hardly said anything. Aunt Beth was confident she would come out of her shell soon. But Lawrence was upset. Luckily, for now, the strife that was happening to the families over in McCord valley, the Clements among them, was not yet happening on Weer land. Though that could change at any moment, Beth had warned.

Lawrence was painting one of the posts when suddenly he heard a galloping noise. He dropped his paint brush in shock. It was Uncle Mathew!!!

Mathew brought his horse to a stop, and climbed out of his saddle. Ginny, upon seeing her favorite person in the whole universe, jumped to her feet and ran to him. She leapt into his arms. She started to cry hysterically.

“Let it out Ginny. Let it all out.” Mathew said as he hugged her tight. She cried for abit, and then Mathew asked her. “Who did this to you girl?”

Ginny shook her head. “Please don’t make me say.” She said softly.

Mat shook his head. “Honey, the lowest thing a man can do is hurt a woman, and especially a little girl.”

Ginny shook her head again. “I can’t tell you Uncle Mathew. You’ll just go kill them and they might kill you too.”

“I’ve got to have those names.” Mat said.

Ginny just hugged him tighter, and did not answer. He set her down then climbed back up on his horse. “Then,” he said, “I will go find out myself.”

Lawrence spoke. “I was there Uncle Mat. They had masks, but one of them was a Klingon, that much I know for certain.”

Mat nodded at the boy. “I think I know who you are talking about,” Mat said to him. He then looked at the Weer house in the distance. “I want you two to go home, and stay there.” And with that, Mat pivoted his horse and galloped off at full speed. And what was his destination? The McCord ranch was his destination, and maybe hell beyond that..

Lawrence and Ginny headed back to the Weer ranch house. Ginny walked, but Lawrence ran at full speed. In moments he burst through the front door.

Beth was preparing dinner as Lawrence ran in a full speed.

“My God child, slow down!” Beth commanded.

Lawrence caught his breath, and then he spoke quickly. “Uncle Mathew is in a lot of danger!” He said through quickened breaths.

Beth was caught unaware. “What do you mean? Uncle Mathew isn’t even here.”

Lawrence cut her off. “Yes he is Aunt Beth! Ginny and I just saw him. Somehow he knew what happened to Ginny. He is on his way to McCord ranch to find the two who did it and kill them!”

Beth was worried, very worried. The war with McCord had come…at last!

CONTINUED
 
Family;Weer...STAR TREK...THE McCORD FINALE!! pt 2

It is the 25 century; Our saga continues…

The Family; Weer
STAR TREK
Based on Star Trek created by Gene Roddenberry

Chapter Three
The McCord Finale!!! Part Two

Starring
Mathew Weer

Guest starring
Harris McCord
Jarvis
K’Talq

and
Terence McCord

Terence McCord had gathered most of his men at his main ranch house on his property. Harris, his son, was by his side as he spoke to the gathered ranch hands.

“Men,” Terence said, “many will say I strong-armed the people out of the valley, but it is what it is.” He said. “We offered good money for their properties, and for the most part, no one got hurt.” He took a sip from a mug of coffee he held in his right hand. He stood beneath the portrait of his late wife, Camine, which was centered above the giant fireplace which had several large wood logs in it for burning.

“What comes next?” Jarvis asked as he stood next to K’taq, his Klingon drinking buddy, and fellow rebel rouser.

Terence looked to Jarvis. “Pretty soon I will have the rest of the land, in the valley, near the south river. Once that is done, we can start moving the herd over into the valley. We should be able to double the herd size and make more profit doing so.”

“What about the north river?” Another ranch hand asked.

Terence shook his head. “No, for now the south river will have to do.” Terence replied, “The north river is too close to the Weer property, and I’m not in the mood to tangle with Mathew Weer.”

Suddenly one of the ranch hands, who had been on the front porch having a cigarette, came into house quickly. He made his way quickly through the ranch hands that crowded in entrance of the door.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harris asked.

The ranch hand looked worried. “It’s Mathew Weer! He’s coming up the pathway!” The ranch hand, a man named Edgrin, said in a worried matter.

Some of the men rushed to the door, a few more crowded the window that looked out onto the pathway. Down at the end of the path, a quarter of a mile from the main ranch, a lone man rode on a horse. They all knew who he was; Mathew Weer.

He was a legend for his exploits as a scout for the Federation. But he was also known to take the law into his own hands, and to fight back against any one who tried to change his way of life. And because he operated, at times, outside the law, it was always was wise to stay out of his way. Even the government, Federation-Founder, it made no different, would not touch him. He was THAT well respected and feared.

As he got closer to the house it was clear to all that he had a large, old style, 12-gage shot gun strewn across his lap on the horse.

Terence McCord and Mathew had tangled paths in the past. Terence looked up at the portrait of Camine; she was the main reason. McCord yelled out the front door.

“That’s far enough Mathew.” Terence said. “Say your piece and get off my property!” Terence demanded as he stood out of site in the entrance hall of his house.

Mat brought the horse to a stop nearly, nearly two hundred feet from the house. He was wearing his animal skin outfit, and his old style western hat. And it was evident he was not happy.

There were nearly forty men gathered in the McCord house, some of them who were on second floor with hand phasers trained on the legendary Mathew Weer. Even though he was severely out numbered, no one had the guts to kill him. Weer was known to have all kinds of associates, many who notorious themselves, as friends through-out the galaxy; friends that would come to get retribution for his death. None of McCord’s men wanted to risk their lives.

Mathew surveyed his surroundings. He could a several dozen men were in the ranch house due to the large amount of horses that were nearby tied to the posts that ringed the house. But it didn’t faze him at all. He could see some of the men on the upper levels of the house, ready to strike in a moment’s notice. But he knew that Terence was just inside the door.

Terence spoke again. “You can’t change my mind Mat!” Terence yelled out to Mat. “I paid for that land. That valley was mine before and it will be mine again!”

Mathew replied back with his own strong voice. “Terence, we’ll talk about later. Right now I want to talk to the two men who dragged my niece through a mile of mud.”

Terence arched his own eyebrow. He was unaware of such an event. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Terence replied.

Mathew nodded. “I didn’t think you would. You and I have had our problems with each other, but we both honor the ways of the past. All I know is that one of them was a Klingon!”

Terence and the others looked to K’Talq who stood next to Jarvis.

“Is what he is saying true?!” Terence demanded.

Jarvis spoke. “We did it for you Mr. McCord. We wanted to put some spook into the Weer family.”

Terence walked over and slapped Jarvis with the back of his hand, and Jarvis fell to the floor. Terence pulled out his own old style six shooter aimed it at both Jarvis and his Klingon friend, K’Talq.

“Get out of my house!” Terence demanded of the two.

“You’re a coward, and weak old man.” K’Talq spat back at Terence.

“Perhaps,” Terence said, “but dragging little girls through the mud is not something I would ever approve of. Now get out, or I will shoot you. And pray that Mathew Weer has mercy on your souls.”

K’Talq bared his teeth and growled as he and Jarvis slowly made their way out the door, down the porch, and onto the dirt path outside the house. They could see Mathew Weer ahead of them on his horse, and they held their hands up.

“Get over here!!” Mathew demanded.

The two ranch hands did as they were ordered. He told them to stop when they were twenty feet away.

“Are you the two men who dragged my niece through the mud?!” Mathew said in a strong voice.

“We didn’t mean her any harm. We were just having fun.” Jarvis said with a smile.

Mathew then shifted his gaze to K’Talq. “What about you, Klingon?”

K’Talq stood defiantly. “I will not beg for my honor.” K’Talq said with humor.

At that moment Mathew raised his shotgun and aimed it K’Talq. “Mister,” Mat said to him, “I have known many Klingons in my life. To physically harm a female, a child no-less, of a house that is not at war with yours, is not the Klingon way. By killing you I would be restoring honor to what ever house you belong to.”

The Klingon stood straighter. “You do not scare me!”

Mat stared down the barrel of the shotgun. “Then you will die with out honor. The river to S’tovokor will not see passage today.”

And instantly, like a loud thunder from the heavens, the shotgun fired. The blast blew off a large chunk of K’Talq’s head, splatter blood on Jarvis, and even more blood as far the front porch where some of the men stood a hundred feet or so away.

Instantly Jarvis reached for his own hand phaser, to use against Mat, Mat pivoted to shoot him but the shotgun jammed. Jarvis smiled and stood up.

“That is why we don’t use those any more, old man.” Jarvis said with a sneer as he aimed the phaser at Mat. “This is how the great Mathew Weer will die.” He said with a chuckle.

Mat was prepared for death. When suddenly another gun fired, and Jarvis stiffened, and fell to the ground dead. Mathew looked over to the porch of the McCord’s house, only to see Terence McCord holding a six shooter, with smoke still trailing out of the barrel. Terence had just saved Mat’s life.


Mat gave a slight nod to Terence.

“I am sorry about your niece Mat. Now,” Terence said, “you’ve had your say. But I am still not leaving my valley” Terence said.

Mat shook his head. “What are you going to do about the two or three families that haven’t left yet? What about my land? You know I won’t go with out a fight. I could put up a dam, and dry up that south river and dry out the valley.”

Terence stood tall. “Then I guess we will have to cross that bridge when we come to it. But you’re out numbered here Mat. Two or three families are not enough against my men. I own enough of that land to run my herds through, and make their lives terrible.”

“Terence,” Mat said, “can’t you see that our ways are ending. The war back home pushed a lot of families into space. Droanha is a place people have heard of, and want to come to, because of our simple ways. They will come and the solitary life on this world, that you and I came here to find, is going to end. It’s called progress.”

“But I will fight it all the way.” Terence said. “Maybe this is the time to settle it once and for all.” Terence decided.

Mat knew what that meant. He dismounted his horse and strapped the hoister of his own six-shooter around his waist. He walked over to Terence.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mathew asked.

Terence nodded. “It’s our way Mat. My family has been rustling cattle for over seven hundred years. I came here to keep the traditions of the old ways alive. If I have to kill you do keep them alive, then so be it.”

Mathew nodded. “Camine would not be proud of us on this day.”

Terence smiled. “No, I suppose not.” Terence agreed. He and Mat had competed for Camine’s affections nearly seventeen years earlier. “But it is what it is.”

The two former friends shook hands and then turned and walked away from each other in different directions. They would have a dual to decide the fate of this planet. All the cards were on the table. After fifty paces they turned to face each other.

All of McCord’s men watched in silence, as did Harris. They were all fascinated. It harkened back to a time that none of the observers knew of.


CONTINUED in
Family;Weer
STAR TREK

“The Dual”
 
Family;Weer...STAR TREK...The Dual

CONTINUED in
Family;Weer
STAR TREK

Chapter Four
“The Dual”

Starring
Mathew Weer
Aunt Beth
Mitch Weer
Ramada Weer

With guest stars
Minister Odo
N’vraln
Harris McCord
Myra Gregg and the Gregg Family

and
Terence McCord



Mathew Weer and Terence McCord. They were once very close friends, but their friendship ended over the affections, and choice, of a woman. They now found themselves on the opposite side an age old argument. How far should progress go?

They were now ready for a dual. It was an age old custom, where simple hand weapons, in this case, two six-shooters, were used to settle disputes. But suddenly, as the two men stared each other down, waiting for one or the other to make the first move, a giant rumbling began. It was as if the ground, and sky, were both vibrating. The two combatants walked towards each other, setting aside the dual they both wanted a reason to avoid. It seemed as if they were given that way out.

“What’s going on!?,” Terrence asked through the loud noise.

Mathew shook his head. “I don’t know, but Look!” He said as he pointed to the sky.

Suddenly, a giant Romulan Warbird de-cloaked above the McCord land. McCord’s men gathered out of house and were in awe of the sight. The giant vessel dwarfed the sky above them. The energy the ship created could be felt vibrating through their skin. Suddenly four transporter beams began to materialized, and then became solid. N’vraln, Minister Odo, Aunt Beth and Mitch shimmered into view.

“What is the meaning of this?” Terence McCord asked as Minister Odo walked over to him.

“We have come to stop this madness.” Odo said. “When we gave you humans this world, we allowed you to create your own form of government. It was apparent from the start that those who came here wanted less government, and more freedom. We will honorour commitments, and not interfere, however,” Odo went on to say. “this on going fight over land must stop.”

“I rightfully bought the land, and was forced to sell it off when the settlers started to come here, and I had no problem with that.” Terence said. “But losing rights to the south River made me cut back my herd to levels that I can barely turn a profit and employee these men, many who came to this world for employment because, for most of them, this was their last chance to make something of themselves.” Terence said with conviction. “I don’t mean any disrespect, but this is our way.” Terence said to Odo, as he looked over to Mat.

N’vraln spoke next. “Pardon me, I have no stake in this, but I need to speak to Mathew on an urgent matter.”

Terence nodded.

Mathew walked with N’vraln away from the gathered throng, and spoke in quiet tones.

Mitch and Beth walked over to Terence, and saw the two dead bodies a few yards away.

Beth spoke to Terence. “Mathew did this?” She asked.

“Yes, and my father too.” Harris said, as he walked over from the porch of the house.

Terence nodded. “I am sorry for what happened to the little girl. If I had known they had done this, I probably would have killed them both myself long ago.”

Harris nodded. “Dad, they were with me that day when we kind of messed with the festival. But I had no idea they did this either.”

Minister Odo noticed the bodies as well. Then he looked over to Beth. “There will have to be an investigation. Just tell me these deaths were in self defence.” He noticed that one of the gun shots, Jarvis’s, was in the back.

Harris cut in. “Had my father not shot Jarvis in the back, Mathew Weer would be dead.”

Odo nodded. “Very well, but what about the Klingon?”

Terence and Harris looked at each other, both knowing the Klingon had died at the hand’s of Mathew’s view of justice. “The Klingon died in a fashion that a cowardly warrior should have. It was swift, Klingon like justice. I will testify to that.” Terence said.

“I would too.” Harris said, standing next to his father.

Odo nodded in understanding. Mathew had taken the law into his own hands, again. But the Founders would no doubt have inquired of the Klingon Empire how to have dealt with the violent death of a Klingon citizen. Once given the information that the Klingon had a hand in dragging an unarmed human girl through the mud, the Klingons would have agreed with Mat’s decision to administer swift justice.

Mat and N’vraln returned to where Odo, Harris, Mitch, Terence and Beth all stood. Mat looked at Terence.

“I believe we may have found a way to end this petty quarrel.” Mat said.

Terence shook his head. “It isn’t petty, Mathew.” Terence said, “I am very serious. I have broken no laws in attaining the land.”

“You’re right, it isn’t. Those were poor choices of words, on my part.” Mat agreed. “Now, the only way I can accurately present this option is to show you it.” Mat said.

“What are you talking about?” Terence asked.

Mat motioned to N’vraln, and then spoke to Terence again. “My Romulan friend here has just alerted me to a very alarming situation on a world deep in Romulan territory. I can think of no one else who can help them in this time of need, than you Terence.” Mat concluded sincerely.

Terence was curious. “What is this problem?”

Mat continued. “If you and your men were come with me, and the Romulans, I could show you better than tell you. If you don’t accept this option, then I give you my word you and your men will be brought back here to Droanha and we will find some other solution than killing each other.”

Mathew reached out his hand, and Terence reached out his, and they shook on it.

“Very well, Mathew,” Terence said. “I will see this other option. But do not take this as a concession.”

“You have my word.” Mathew reassured him.

Moments later, Terence, and all his men, and their horses, were beamed aboard the massive Romulan warbird. Before leaving, Mathew promised Beth, and Mitch, that all would go well and he would be back in two to three weeks. Beth said she would hold him to that!

"I'll be back as soon as I can." Mat promised Beth and Mitch. "I have some unfinished business concerning Mary's death."

Mitch nodded. "You mean the man who killed her."

Mathew nodded. "I don't know who this man Owen Lars is." Mad said as he remonted his horse. "But I will find him." Then he looked over to the two dead bodies of K'Talq and Jarvis. "You better believe I willl."

Mat, and his horse, disolved away.

The massive ship soon headed out through space. Special force fields protected the vessel from the reentry into space. Once it had reached space, it headed on a course to the wormhole, and from there, the Romulan Star Empire, and the planet Eny’th.

Before leaving back to the Founder home world, Odo gave word to Mitch that an underworld contact, a certain elderly Feringi whom Odo knew quite well, used his leverage to bargain for the release of Sharv’s mothers. Hol’comb had paid a couple Orion syndicate members handsomely to keep the three female Andorians hidden until he contacted them. The Feringi was able to ferret out who and where they were. At a cost of twenty-five bars of Gold pressed Latinum, the Feringi arranged for the women’s release. The Andorian government would gladly pay the Feringi his request of thirty bars, and everyone was happy. And the Feringi turned a nice five par profit in the process.

Mitch thanked Odo, and would pass on the word to Sharv, who was back at the ranch guarding the younger children had problem got worse. Odo gave Beth a bashful look, shook her hand in a gentlemanly way, and was beamed off the planet to the space dock in orbit. From there he headed to the Founder world, aboard a Jem-Hedar transport vessel.

Beth and Mitch went to the local hotel and found Ramada, after Mat had told them, earlier, where she had went. They also found the Gregg family there, and Beth invited Myra and her kids to stay at the Weer family until the whole situation played out.

CONTINUED
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STAR TREK
“A Bridge between Now and Then”
 
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Family;Weer...STAR TREK..A Bridge between Now and Then

It is the 25 century; Our saga continues…

The Family; Weer
STAR TREK
Based on Star Trek created by Gene Roddenberry

Chapter Five
A Bridge between Now and Then

Starring
Mathew Weer

Guest starring
N’vraln
Terence McCord
Harris McCord

Special guest cameo by
The Aged One

and a surprise guest appearance!!!



The trip to Eny’th took nearly a week, but at last, they had made it to the beautiful world deep in Romulan space. Once orbit had been established,Terence gathered his men, and they all mounted their horses, and beamed down to the surface of the planet.

They materialized on the top of ridge that over looked a large, beautiful valley below. Also beamed down were Mathew, on his own horse, and N’vraln, who sat atop a large creature called an Em’vek, that resembled a giant crocodile. Luckily the horses were not spooked, too much, by the strange looking Em'vek.

Terence was taken in by the view. In the far distance was a giant volcano. Streams of lava could be seen upon it's suface. The valley was deep, and full, and was untouched my technology, which was what appealed to Terence. There were four legged creatures, slightly large than a bull from Earth, grazing on the growth that covered the valley floor. Their sounds, as well as the other sounds of nature, birds and other unknown animals, could be heard in the distance.

A very old Romulan man stood on foot, in front of the gathering, and looked over the valley as well. Like Terence, the old Romulan seemed to be taking in the view as well.

Terence, who sat atop of his horse, next to Mat on top of his, whispered to Mat.

“What’s going on here Mat?” Terence asked.

N’vraln, atop the Em’vek to the other side of Mathew, answered instead.

“This world is one of the last remnants of the great Exodus.” N’vraln said. “Many thousands of years ago, my forefathers left Vulcan and would colonized the area of space you call Romulan territory. Along the way, many of these migrants settled on various worlds, this being one of them. And because they settled so soon, they retained the customs they had brought with them.” N’vraln said. He motioned to the old Romulan, “He has no name.” N’vraln said. “He is called the Aged One. My government has no idea how old he is, but suffice to say, he is very old.”

Mat took over. “Terence, they don’t believe in modern technology at all. The Romulan Empire, out of respect, has never forced them to adopt the modern ways.”

N’vraln continued for Mat. “And, so, because of this stubbornness, a recent sickness took many of the younger men who, once a year, trek to this valley for the great collection of Ummbas, which are what those beasts down there are called.”

“You called it the great collection.” Harris chimed in, who sat atop a horse to the other side of Terence. “You mean a herd.”

Mat nodded. “Yes, that is exactly what it is.” Mat said. “Because of the recent loss of men, they were unable to make the herd this past season.”

N’vraln interjected. “Nearly four hundred women and children perished. And yet, the tribal government that rules this world would not accept any assistance. My government is under increasing pressure to violate these people’s customs, and interfere. If the season collection is not done this season, I fear my government will do what it has never done, and take over the administration of this world.”

Terence got the message. “So you want my men, and I, to coordinate a collection season.” Terence concluded.

“Actually, we want more than that, mister McCord.” N’vraln answerd. “My government has authorized me to employ your services far beyond this season. It will take some time for enough young Romulans to take your places. We would not only like you to coordinate the seasonal collections for years to come, but over see the training of the young generation of Romulans on how to carry on the tradition.”

“Plus,” Mat said, “the meat of the Ummbas is sought after by many who considered it the most tender meat in the universe.” Mat said. “Even the Gorns are known to favor it.” Then he got serious. “The President of the Federation contacted me while we were on the way here. Either you take up this offer,” Mat said, “or I will. This simple act could go a long way in fostering peace between the Federation and Romulan Empire.”

Terence nodded to the two of them. “Camine would have wanted this, and so do I.” Terence said with a smile. “And yes, Mat, I will sign the forms to give those people their lands back.”

Terence looked to his son Harris, and the other men who waited anxiously. “Men!” Terence said to them all, “we have a herd round up and a ranch to build!”

With those words said, the ranch hands, and Harris, galloped down the path, and into the open valley were the Ummba’s foraged. Terence reached out his hand to N’vraln. The Romulan was unaccustomed to the gesture, but shook hands anyway.

“We will save these people.” Terence said to N’vraln.

“I have no doubt you will mister McCord.” N’vraln replied.

The three of them, Mat-N’vraln and Terence, all watched as the ranch hands rode their horses fast, and proud, into the valley. Terence looked over to N’vraln.

“Can I have a moment with Mathew?” Terence asked.

N’vraln nodded. “Please, do.” N’vraln looked to Mat. “I will go tell the Aged One the news.” N’vraln said.

Terence moved his horse closer to Mat’s as N’vraln dismounted his Em’vek and walked over to the Aged One.

“Thank you for this chance at a new life Mat. But we both know, I would have taken you out with the first shot.” Terence said with humor in his voice.

“You’re probably right. Why do you think I favor this old lady?” Mat said, as he patted the handle of his rifle as it rested in its holster to the side of his saddle.

Terence’s voice became serious. “Mat, I just wanted you to know that Camine did love you. She chose to come with me all those sixteen years ago because, well, she didn’t want to be married to man who wouldn’t be home with her. In time, though, she learned to love me just as much as she loved you. But in her heart, you were always there too.”

Mat nodded. “I know.” Mat replied. “I have to admit, when she left with you, I wanted to find you and give a good rompin’.” Mat said with a smile. “But, I knew she was happy. And when she died in that transport ship’s accident, I blamed you at first. But I don’t any longer, Terence. You were good to her, and that is all that matters. Besides, it is all water under the bridge.” Mat concluded.

Terence paused for a moment as the memories of the past came back to them both, then he continued. “No, it isn’t Mat.”

Mat looked to Terence. “What do you mean?”

Terence shook his head. A look of guilt came over his eyes. “I have been struggling with whether or not to tell you this over the years. But I think you need to know this truth at last.”

Mat didn’t like where this was headed. “What truth?”

Terence looked to the ranch hands in the valley as some of them were off of their horses getting a good look at Ummba’s. He then looked at his son, who actually had mounted one of the beasts, at urging from the ranch hands, and was having the hardest time staying on the beast as it bucked wildly.

“Harris is not my son, he is yours'.” Terence finally said.

It was as if a pin dropped. Mat pivoted his horse to face Terence’s dead on.

“What do you mean he is my son?” Mat asked.

Terence nodded his head. “It’s true, he is.” Terence said. “Camine was pregnant when she left you. At first she tried to pretend the unborn child was mine, as she began to show. But she admitted it to me in the sixth month or so. At first I was angry, but she begged me not to tell you, and to raise the child as my own.”

“Why?” Mat demanded.

“For the same reason she came with me.” Terence added. “She didn’t want her child to come looking for his father. She thought you would be father who would spend most of his time flying through space with out a care in the world. She didn’t want her child, especially with it being a boy, following in your footsteps. And, yes,” Terence concluded, “I agreed with her.”

The look on Mat’s face was that of complete loss. “I have a son.” Mad said softly. He contemplated how his life may have been different if he had known this truth. “My life that could have been; but wasn’t.”

“He doesn’t know.” Terence said. “I will tell him for you, or you can. In fact; today happens to be his birthday. The men and I had the Romulan cooks make him a cake before we started packing to come down earlier today.”

Mat collected himself. Then he took a deep breath. “No,” he decided. “He is your son.” Mat said. “And, I admit, Camine’s impression of me was probably right.”

“He should know.” Terence said.

Mat shook his head. “Oh, yes perhaps, someday, but not now. This would too much as a shock for him. And, he is safer here with you than chasing with me through the stars.”

Terence reached out his hand. “You take care, my old friend.” Terence said.

Mat shook his hand. “And you take care of our son.” Mat replied quickly.

And with that said, Terence pivoted his horse and rode down to the valley. Mat watched as the Terence joined the ranch hands as they watched Harris bucking wildly on one of the Ummbas. Mathew found him self feeling proud. The boy, Harris, was rough around the edges, and had an interesting personality. But Mat felt confident the boy would turn out just fine.

Mat trotted his horse over to N’vraln, who had remounted his Em’vek.

The Aged One stood beside N’vraln’s animal, and turned to face Mat as he approached. Mat remembered the Aged One very well. And he remembered back to when the Aged One had saved Ginny’s life. Mat had asked what he could do in return, and the Aged One simply said; “Just live.”

“Thank you, for helping to save my people.” The Aged One said to Mat.

“Terence McCord will do just that.” Mat said. “You have my word.”

The Aged One bowed his head, turned, and walked down another path; to where? Who could say.

N’raln noticed the somber look on Mat’s face. “Mat, what is wrong?” N’vraln asked.

Mat smiled. “I just found out I have a son.”

The Romulan smiled. “You never cease to amaze me, Mathew Weer.”

Mathew laughed, and the two friends rode up the path to the transport coordinates, and prepared to be beamed away.

As the two dissolved, Terence watched from below. Harris stood by his side.

“He is a pretty cool dude.” Harris said. “And, he an arrogant asshole too.”

Terence smiled at Harris’s words. “That he is.” Terence said. “But he wouldn’t be the legend he is if he was any other way.”

Harris looked to his dad. “Who would have won the dual?” He asked.

Terence knew the truth, so did Mat. “I would be six feet under right now had we gone through with it.”

Harris shook his head. “No way!”

And the young McCord walked away from his step-father, not knowing the true nature of their relationship. But, it didn’t matter. Harris McCord was Terence McCord’s son; and that was all that mattered.

--
Meanwhile, at that same moment, on some far off planet, a woman woke from her sleep. She looked over to the man who slept next to her, and once content he was sleeping, she slipped out of the bed, and walked quietly out of the bedroom.

She made her way down the luxurious stairway, her soft bare feet barely making any noise. She made her way over to the desk she sat at while writing her books. Her name was Penny Devoghe. Or, at least, that’s what people believed her name to be.

She sat at the desk, opened one of the compartments, and took out a candle. She set it on her desk and, in the deep of night that surrounded her; she lit the wick of the candle. A flame came to life. She reached deeper into the compartment and pulled out an old style picture frame, and set it next to the flame. A lone tear trickled down her elegant and beautiful face. She looked at the picture that was inside the frame. At the time the picture was taken, the boy was quite small, maybe five or six years old. She reached out and touched the face on the picture.

“I hope you have a happy birthday, Harris,” She said through a soft cry. And then she added, “my son.”

Bethany Devoghe was the name people, friends and the like, called her by. But, her real name, unknown to them all, was Camine McCord. And, despite what Terence, Mathew Weer, and her son Harris believed; she was alive and well.

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STAR TREK
Coming soon!

Until we return with new episodes, please go back and experience, again, the story thus far.

Star Trek; Exodus is where we begin. Civil War comes to Earth and it propells the family our story centers on, the Weers, in to space in search of a new home. Led by Mathew Weer, and his sister-in-law Mary, the family must over come challenges on their trek through the stars.

Star Trek; The Weer Family. With the family spread across the galaxy, and danger at every turn, can Mathew, and new-comer, Aunt Beth, find the will power to pull the family back together???

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STAR TREK
Coming soon;
“Voyage to nowhere”

Then entire Weer family board a Star-liner; a luxurious spacecraft, on a cruise to a remote area of the Gamma Quadrant. But when a suave stranger woos Aunt Beth, and his fellow space pirates board the ship, can Mathew and Mitch save the passengers from certain death, and Aunt Beth from a broken heart!!!

Find out..next time on

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STAR TREK!!!
 
Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter one –All Aboard!!!

Starring
Mathew Weer
(Aunt) Beth Hawkins
Mitch Weer
Lawrence Weer
Ginny Weer

And Introducing
Francisco Devoghe
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Inside of the giant Spaceport, that is in stationary orbit of Droanha.

Ginny and Mathew Weer, along with a large group of other children, all crowded the windows that looked into the large enclosed area of the mushroom shaped spaceport. The giant Star-liner, Nebula One, was truly a sight to see.

Mathew Weer, Aunt Beth, Mitch and Ramada, all watched from one of the observation platforms, at the excited soon-to-be passengers that crowded the waiting area. It was truly an exciting time for all.

With so much strife recently overcome, Mathew and Beth decided to take the family on a four-week cruise through the Gamma Quadrant. The cruise line had just started up, and this would be the maiden voyage of the Nebula-One. Moments earlier they had all said so long to Sharv, who was headed back home to visit his mothers. Their Orion Syndicate captors had recently released them both.

Mitch stood with Mathew as Ramada and Beth kept watchful eyes on Ginny and Lawrence.

“It is amazing how far we have come, Uncle Mat.” Mitch said quietly.

“I know.” Mathew agreed. “I wish your mom and dad could have lived to see Droanha. I think they would have felt right at home on Earth.”

“Me too.’’ Mitch said with a smile. “What about the man who killed my mother? Any leads as to who he was?”

Mat shook his head. “No, no leads yet. I have to think that Owen Laars was not the man’s real name. But,” Mat added, “I have my own contacts in the Orion Syndicate. In time I will find out who he really was, and…well…” Mat said with out saying.

The women joined them.

“I am glad you decided to join the family on this cruise Mathew.” Beth said. She still couldn’t get use to his dressing in animal skins, and wearing an old style western hat. But she knew she wasn’t about to change his ways.

“Well,” Mat said, “once Mitch and I get back we are going to see to rounding up some of those wild horses that are roaming the hills in the backside of the valley.” Mitch said. “So, this will rest us up for that.”

“I get to come too!” Lawrence said, as he leaned over the railing, looking at the Nebula-One.

Beth also noticed that many of their soon to be co-passengers were well aware that the so called ‘great’ Mathew Weer was going to be a passenger. It was obvious that the legend of Mathew Weer was alive and well; Beth surmised. She could see many of them pointing over at him, but trying not to be noticed doing so.

There was another gentleman who had caught Beth’s eye, however. He was a gentleman who appeared to be a little older than she was. He was human, and had a very elegant charm to him that Beth found very alluring. Ramada had noticed her interest in the man as well.

“Go ask him his name.” Ramada said with a whisper.

The red on Beth’s cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. “Hush child!” Beth replied quickly.

Meanwhile, Ginny pointed to the large vessel as it was waiting to be boarded.

“Have you seen anything quite like it?” Ginny asked in excitement.

“Yeah, have you Uncle Mat?” Lawrence asked as he and Ginny rejoined the family as they waited to board.

“Well,” Mat said, “back on Earth they had these hold ships call Riverboats. They had giant wheel paddles that would push these boats through the river, up stream, while the passengers wined and dined and gambled the nights away.” Mat said. He looked down to kids and could tell they were not impressed.

“Cruises on water?” Ginny said. “Gee, Uncle Mat, how boring.”

“Have you seen anything like the Nebula-One? It is so cool!” Lawrence rephrased.

Mat nodded. “I can’t say that I have.” Mat said, understanding how they would be bored by such old talk. “But this ship is quite different from any modern Star-liner. See those sails?” Mat asked as he pointed at the towering solar sails that reached high above the vessel.

“Yeah,” Lawrence said, “what are those?”

Suddenly another voice answered. “My boy,” a man said to Lawrence, as he walked over. He was the elegant man Beth had her eyes earlier. “Those are solar sails. They will swoop up interstellar particles and power our voyage. There are no standard engines on this fine ship, no sir. This is as close to sailing the ocean as one can get in deep space. If we're lucky we'll get to hear the forty-seven voices of the Lyerian-space moths."

"What are those?" Ramada asked.

"There is a section of space we are supposed to sail through were the Lyerian-space moths migrate through. They are a species of unknown origions that can actually send out low frequencies of subspace that can actually tickle the hairs in your ear. Supposedly they can affect forty-seven different subspace frequencies!"

The Weer's, inlcuding Mat, were quite impressed.

The stranger stopped next to Beth, and then he introduced his self. “My name is Francisco Devoghe. Please call me Frisco for short. I am a passenger as well, and I hope I can have your company for dinner tonight.” He said with a smile to the family, though it was really aimed at Beth.

Mathew reached out his hand shook Frisco’s hand. “My name is Mathew Weer. These here are my two nephews and my two nieces. And that lady next to you is their aunt on their mother’s side, Miss Beth Hawkins.” It was clear to all that Mat accented the word miss.

Frisco, leaned down on one knee, and took Beth’s hand in his and placed a gentle kiss just above her knuckles. He spoke softly to her, “Madam; I have never been in the presence of such elegance.”

Mathew and Mitch shared a humorous glance at the sight. Ramada was caught up in the moment, and totally transfixed by the older gentleman as well.

“Umm, thank you.” Beth said, in a very shy manner.

“I do hope you will take up my offer to share dinner tonight.” He told her. He then stood back up, and walked back toward the crowd as it prepared to board the Star-liner.

Beth looked over to the rest of the family. They all had very devious smiles.

“Looks like you have tickled someone’s fancy.” Mitch said to her with a laugh.

“Before dinner,” Ramada interjected, “we must go to one of the clothing stores and get you something special to wear tonight.”

Beth put both her hands on her side. “Now listen here,” she told them all, “I am not some silly school girl. That man was just being nice.”

“Non sense!” Ramada stammered out. She took Beth in arm, and the two women walked off. Ramada could be heard talking about different colors, or materials, as they disappeared in the crowd.

“Maybe she will marry him on this voyage!” Ginny said with hope!

They all shared a laugh.

Moments later the old-style boarding whistle blew, and the Weers, and the rest of the passengers, boarded the Nebula-One.

Frisco Devoghe, who had boarded moments earlier, looked out from one of the upper levels as the passengers filed onboard. He kept a watchful eye on the Weer family. Suddenly a communicator buzzed in his pocket. He took it out tapped the small device.

“Status report.” A deep baritone voice said quickly from the small device.

Frisco looked down at he Weer family again. “Status is good. Though we may have a minor complication.”

“What would that be?” The voice asked.

“Not what, but who.” Frisco replied. “Mathew Weer and his family are passengers.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Thee Mathew Weer?” The deep voice asked.

“Yes, thee Mathew Weer.” Frisco repeated.

“Should we abort?” The voice came back with.

Frisco shook his head. “No, proceed with phase two. I have a plan up my sleeves already to deal with him if it comes to that.” Frisco said with a smile as he looked at Beth one last time, just as she disappeared into the bowels of the Nebula-One.

--

TO BE CONTINUED
Family: Weer
Star trek
“Voyage To No Where”
Chapter Two- Never Dine Alone
 
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Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Two –Never Dine Alone

Starring
Mathew Weer
(Aunt) Beth Hawkins
Mitch Weer
Lawrence Weer
Ginny Weer

And Introducing
Captain T’val

Special Cameos by
Zubby; The legendary Tribble
and Wazzo; The Immortal Fly
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The Weer family entered the large dining area of the Nebula-One. The large facility was near capacity, which meant nearly a thousand people were ready to dine on some of the most expensive food items in the galaxy. The crowd was very festive, and loud!

Most of the day had been spent unpacking, and getting around to various shops and stores that were in the merchant section. The children, Lawrence and Ginny, who were now sixteen years old, had fun inside the various holo-cades. Even Uncle Mathew had bought something, though he kept it hidden in a special bag. But Mitch knew what it was; Romulan Ale. No other drink had the kick that Romulan Ale did, and this ale was not watered down. Mitch assured Mat he would keep his secret, though, but it would cost Mat a couple shots of the blue liquid, later on.

The family had time to stop by their quarters to change, and leave what they had bought in the merchant section behind. They all changed into nice outfits. But no one looked as ravishing as Ramada did in a fancy red gown. Even Aunt Beth looked stunning in her own evening gown. Ginny wore a nice dress as well, as Mat, Mitch and Lawrence were all clad in very sharp tuxedos.

Now, at last, they had made it to their table in the dining area. Because of his celebrity status, Mathew and the rest of his family were seated at the Captain’s table. Beth shook her head. It was virtually impossible to escape the shadow of Mathew Weer.

There were dozens and dozens of waiters and waitresses serving the throng of diners. The Captain finally arrived and the passengers all stood up as he came into the room. He was tall and very astute Vulcan. The Captain stood at a podium to speak to them all.

“Passengers, friends,” the Vulcan said in a very elegant tones, “My name is Captain T’val. I thank you for joining us on our first cruise. Many of you are probably asking yourselves right now, how is it a Vulcan could be in command of a vessel that has, as it’s main goal, fun?” He let his words reverberate through the large room. “Quite honestly, the choice was logical.” He said as he flashed the Vulcan hand salute.

The crowd got a laugh out of that statement, before going back to enjoying their meals and drinks. Captain T’val joined the Weers, and a few other passengers who were lucky to dine at the Captain’s table.

Mathew motioned for them all to stand as T’val joined the table. T’val nodded to acknowledge their greeting. They all sat down in their seats.

T’val turned to Mathew. “It is an honor to meet you Mr. Weer. Having an explorer of your caliber aboard is like having a second map to the stars.”

“You have a very proud vessel.” Mat replied. “But how does a former Vulcan Starfleet captain get to become the master of a star-liner?” Mat asked.

T’val sipped on his drink, and then he replied. “Exploration was my reason, Mr. Weer. I found my career in Starfleet quite, imposing, on that area. This vessel will explore more worlds in one year than I did in eighteen years of my Starfleet career.”

“How fast can this ship go?” An excited Lawrence cut in to say.

“How do the solar sails work?” Mitch added, as he was just as excited as his younger brother.

“Is this real or replicated ice crème?” Ginny also chimed in quickly.

As Mathew, Mitch, Ginny, Lawrence and other guests engaged Captain T’val with praise of the ship; Beth was busy darting her eyes across the large dining area. Ramada, who sat next to her, leaned in closer.

“I don’t see him either Aunt Beth.” Ramada said with a coy smile.

“What are you talking about?” Beth asked as she continued to look at the crowd.

“Mister Frisco, isn’t that who we’re talking about?” Ramada teased her aunt with.

Beth blushed as her cover was revealed.

--

Dinner was finally served to the guests. It was clear to everyone that the food they were eating was not replicated, not one bit. It was real food. And while most people could not tell the difference between replicated food or non-replicated food, Mathew Weer could. He was impressed with the quality of the tender prime-rib and baked potato he was feasting on. The meal was exquisite, and the dessert was just as rich.
There were several small stages located around the dining area. Mimes, small time magicians with card tricks, and even a juggler of tribbles dotted the stages. Ginny and Lawrence were sitting around one of the small stages watching the tribble-juggler. The juggler, a orange skinned man from the planet Erisin, joked with the kids.

“Do your tribbles have names?” Ginny asked.

The juggler laughed at the question. “Why yes my child, they do. This one,” he said as he showed her one of the larger ones, “is named Zubby.”

She reached out and petted the small fur-ball of an animal.

Nearby a small flying insect, a fly, watched in envy.

“What a show off, that damn Tribble.” Wazzo, the immortal fly, said to himself.
--

The feast was finally over, and most of the Weer family headed back to the three rooms they occupied. Ginny and Lawrence shared one of the rooms, Mathew and Mitch another room, and finally Ramada and Beth in the third room. As they gathered in the hallway, they said good nights.

“Well, kids,” Beth said, “sleep in as much as you want. I am sure there will be a bunch of chores to catch up on when we get back to Droahna.”

There was a collective moan from the gathered Weer kids.

“Where is Uncle Mathew?” Ginny asked.

“Oh,” Mitch replied, “he and the Captain went on a tour of the ship together, and I gather, to swap old stories. Captain T’val is over one and fifty years old.”

“Wow,” Ramada said, “that is old.”

“Not for a Vulcan.” Lawrence said. “They can live to be nearly three hundred years old.”

“Okay mister expert,” Beth said, “go to your room and to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I think the program said we will be entering an area of space called the Flaming Fire Vortex.”

“Cool.” Lawrence, Ginny and Mitch all said in unison.

They all went into their respective rooms and prepared for a goodnight’s sleep. It had definitely been a long day for them all.

--

Mathew Weer and T’val strolled through the massive engineering complex. It was here where the interstellar particles collected up by the sails were filtered and used to power the vessel through space.

“This is truly an amazing engineering fete.” Mathew said as he looked at the myriad of control panels.

“Thank you.” T’val said. “This is what I really wanted you to see though.” T’val said.

Mathew turned around to face the Vulcan captain, only to find T’val aiming a hand phaser back at him.

“What is the meaning of this?” Mathew demanded.

T’vals face suddenly morphed into that of Francisco Devoghe.

“Shapeshifter?” Mat asked Frisco.

Frisco shook his head. “I wish.” He pointed at three devices that were aligned in the collar of his uniform. “Just simple Holo-emitters I had tailored made and a vocal modifier to change my voice.”

Mat eyed the phaser, and then looked back up at Frisco. “Where is the real Captain T’val?” Mathew asked.

“He’s alive, I assure you.” Frisco said. “We are not murders Mr. Weer.” Frisco continued. “Unfortunately I can’t have someone like you wandering around this vessel, especially now.”

Frisco flipped a switch and a black coffin sized object materialized into view. He pushed a button on the object and it opened up. He motioned for Mat to get into it.

“I know it looks cramped,” Frisco said, “but under the circumstances it was the best I could do. Please get in.”

Mathew didn’t budge. “I’m not leaving my family behind.”

Frisco nodded. “I knew you would say that.”

Frisco fired the phaser, stunning Mathew Weer. With Mathew out cold, Frisco placed him inside of the device, and set coordinates. He opened one of the small ports and watched as the small, one man transport, went out into space and streaked away.

Frisco then tapped on the small communicator chip he kept on the sleeve of his uniform.

“Report your status.” The deep baritone voice from the communicator said.

“Mathew Weer has been taken care of. What is your status with phase three?” Frisco then asked.

“We are in place, hidden with the magnetic field of the Fire Vortex.” The voice replied.

Frisco nodded. “Very well, we are on schedule then.”

He flipped a switch, hidden in his pocket, and the holo-emitters came to life and projected the face of T’val over his. He switched on the vocal modifier, and then headed back up to the bridge.

With Mathew Weer out of the way, it was time to implement the plan. With any luck, none of the passengers would be killed. But he and his men were prepared to kill anyone that stood in their way, and in the way of their booty; wealth!

TO BE CONTINUED

Next time
Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Three –Siege!
 
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Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Three –Siege!

Starring
(Aunt) Beth Hawkins
Mitch Weer
Ramada Weer
Ginny Weer
Lawrence Weer
and
Mathew Weer

Guest Starring
Captain T’val (Francisco Devoghe); Captain of the Nebula-1
Jelob Onasin; First Officer of the Nebula-1

Introducing
Thanquan Devoghe

Featured ships;
Nebula-1; A star-liner that resembles a 16th century exploration sailing vessel
Vasco Nunez de Balboa; A modified Vorcha-class Battle-cruiser.


NEBULA-1, somewhere in the Gamma Quadrant.

The bulk of the passengers were up on the main deck of the Nebula-1. The vessel very much resembled an old style sailing vessel of old Earth, circa the 1600s. A triple redundant force field generator incased the vessel in what could best be described as a bubble. This allowed the passengers to roam the open decks and marvel at the beauty of the universe around them.

The ship had slowed to sub-light speeds as it approached the Flaming Vortex. It was one of the most stunning sights ever discovered. It had first been discovered by a fleet of Jem-Hedar vessels during the period of the first Dominion. A Vulcan expedition had surmised that it was caused by a star, and a black hole/quantum singularity, that were in perpetual rotation around the inter-lapping magnetic and gravitational Emenga entropies. Emenga has been one of the 24th century’s greatest scientists, a real pillar in the field. The entropy had created a small vortex that resembled a black hole, and it was trapped between two stellar bodies.

The vortex it self was a sight to be hold. Two large spherical bodies were surrounded by magnetic and gravitational storms that made it appear as if two planets were caught in the claws of a bird of some kind. In fact, the Romulans at first claimed this area of space after the Dominion War, believing that the Flaming Vortex was special to them. As time went by, the Romulans loosened their grip on the area.

Entrails of super-polarized strings of energy were trapped in a loop that stretched out to as far as twenty million miles from the event horizon of the vortex. The Neblua-1 was going to sail through a stream of the super-charged particles.

The Weer Family, minus Mathew, gathered up on the deck with the crowd, and watched as the ship approached one of the streams of charged light particles.

“This will be a very interesting sight.” Captain T’val said as he joined them.

Beth was glad to see the Captain. No one had seen Mathew the entire day. “Excuse me Captain, but have you seen Mathew?”

The Captain shook his head. “Well, not since last night.” T’val (Francisco Devoghe) replied. “Last time I saw him was on the forward promenade. If that man is as his reputation leads us to believe,” T’val said, “I am sure he is enjoying himself in ways best left to the imagination.” T’val said, as he arched an eyebrow.

T’val left the Weers, and mingled with some of the other passengers.

Mitch nodded in agreement with what T’val had said. “He’s probably right.” Mitch said. “Uncle Mat is probably somewhere on this ship, trying to bluff his way through two pair.”

They all laughed at the thought, and went on enjoying the view of the stars that surrounded the ship, and the coming event of the flying through what was best described as a wall of flame.

--

There were two ships that were in close proximity to the Flaming Vortex. Approaching the vortex was the Nebula-1. The other one was hidden inside the supercharged space particles that the Nebula-1 would be entering shortly.

Manned by only fifty men, or so, the gangly looking old Vorcha-class Klingon battle-cruiser was primed and ready. While a small crew of twelve manned the important stations on the ship, the rest were waiting inside small, individual craft that were anchored along the long neck of the ship. They were ready to take down the large Star-liner. Each of the ‘pirates’ had been paid handsomely by their employer; Thaquan Devoghe, older brother of Francisco Devoghe. Frisco was the ‘ultimate insider’, due to his master-of-disguise abilities, Thanquan was the strategist. It had made for a profitable combination. The booty that could be taken from this prize, the Nebula-1, would be enough to allow the team to fade away for several years.

The Nebula-1 was really the throw back it was intended to resemble. Most of the guests had brought various amounts of Latinum, which was in turn, deposited into the ship’s bank. Credit was provided for the passengers, until their deposit was depleted. This was only temporary, until a more thorough communications relay system was up and running in the Gamma-Quadrant. Even fifty years after the Dominion War, little in the way of infrastructure had been deployed.

Thanquan Devoghe sat in the command chair of the Klingon ship. He had purchased the ship on the black market, and had made many modifications. He and his men had raided seven ships, dating back to four years, since they had deployed the Klingon ship. He had named the ship the Vasco Nunez de Balboa, who was a sixteenth century explorer that the Devoghe family had descended from. Thanquan, and his younger brother Frisco, were well aware that this venture, their first in the Gamma-Quadrant, was risky in that it would attract Federation/Starfleet attention. But the Devoghe brothers thought it was worth the risk, due to the cache at the end of the endeavor.

--
Lawrence, Ginny, Mitch and Aunt Beth stood on the second deck observation platform as the Nebula-1 began to dive through the wall of super-charged particles. The ship was safe from the deadly surroundings by the triple redundant shield system. It, in essence, was safe inside of a giant clear bubble. As the particles interacted with the outer force field, it created a light show far more brilliant than a typical fire works show. The passengers oooed and awwwed at the sight of streams of light exploded or sparked against the force field.

Beth shook her head in disbelief. It certainly was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. And she could tell that the children were just as impressed.

“Wow,” Mitch said, “this is incredible.”

“It is almost as if,” Ramada said, “we are inside the sun!”

Lawrence disagreed. “Not the sun, sis, but maybe a lighting storm.”

“Yeah,” Ramada replied, “I could see that too.”

As the incredible light show continued, Beth couldn’t help but wonder where Mathew and Francisco Devoghe were. Poker games didn’t last THIS long, she though to herself.

--

The bridge of the Nebula-1 was staffed with the usual compliment. It was a crew that was representative of the various alien species that were citizens of the Federation. A Bajoran here, a Benzite there, and even a Vorta were one of the navigators. Captain T’val surveyed the crew, and kept a watchful eye on the ships chronometer.

If, T’val (Frisco) thought to himself, his brother Thanquan was as punctual as he usually was; the siege would be starting at any moment. Before he came to the bridge, he had insisted that Beth, who he was actually becoming attracted to and the children watched the fire show from the second deck. He gave them aesthetic reasons, but it was really to keep them from any danger of being caught up in some kind of trouble if some of the passengers decided to resist the boarding party. At that moment, the ship’s first officer, a humanoid from some world in the Federation T’val couldn’t recall, turned to face the Captain.

“We will be coming out of the vortex in approximately sixty seconds.” The first officer, his name Jelob Onasin, said.

“Very good,” T’val said. “Hopefully our passengers were impressed with the Flaming Vortex.”

Suddenly, Jelob saw a new reading on the sensor grid. “Sir!”

--
On the main deck of the ship, the passengers watched as the last flickers of the light show ended.

The Weer family was about to retire to their quarters when suddenly Mitch said, “Wait, look!”

Several of the light streaks had actually managed to slice through the protective bubble, or so it seemed. They light streaks coalesced in solitary shapes; men. And they were armed and wearing black masks.

Instantly all the access doors to the interior of the ship were closed. Mitch tried to open the door that had brought them out to the observation deck. The door was locked. There was absolutely no way get through the door, and into the interior of the ship.

Suddenly the men, over thirty of them Mitch deduced, glided on to the deck. They each had small compact phaser rifles that they shot to stun the small compliment of security guards that were on the deck. Passengers screamed, and were slowly, but surely, herded to one side of the deck, below were the Weer family watched in stunned shock.

“I’m scared.” Ginny said to Beth.

Beth hugged the young girl.

Lawrence, who seemed gun-ho when things happened, looked around. “We have to get a gun!” Lawrence said to Mitch.

Mitch shook his head. “I looked around already; there are no guns, no flares guns, nothing. We’re no different than a herd of Ummbas. And, for now, there is nothing we can do about it.”

Ramada nodded. “There is one person on this ship they probably didn’t plan for.” She said, and it brought temporary relief to the little children. “Uncle Mat!” She concluded with a devious smile.

With the passengers now on one side of the deck, and other passengers being brought up to the deck to join the throng of captives, the siege had started. Then, coming out of the conn tower that over looked the deck, was Captain T’val and a man who held a hand phaser to his head. The man with the phaser jabbed it into T’val’s back. T’val spoke on some kind of communication device that amplified his voice to the main deck below.

“May I have your attention?” T’val said to them. “Please, can I have your attention?” He repeated to them all.

The murmuring of the gathered crowd came to a silence. T’val, who had some sort of bruises on his face, and black eye, as best Beth could see, spoke to them all.

“Ladies and Gentlemen; the ship has been boarded by what best could be described as pirates.” T’val said to them all.

--
Aboard the Vasco Nunez de Balboa, Thanquan watched with a slight smile on his face as his brother Francisco, who was disguised as the Captain, made his ‘concession’ speech for all to hear. Thanquan listened in on what his brother was saying.

“…they,” Frisco said, with his voice echoing through out the deck, “Have promised not to hurt anyone as long as we do what we are told. Please, I do not want anyone being a hero. Just do as we are told, and they will let us go. Your valuables are insured, so there is no reason to put up a fight. So, as your captain, I must again say; no heroes. Just do as you are told, and you will be left alone.”

T’val was dragged back into the conn tower and the murmuring returned, as loud as before.

Mitch shook his head. “Damn,” he said, “We’re trapped here on this observation platform. There’s nothing we can do.”

Beth nodded in agreement. She was also starting to wonder if Mat’s disappearance was, in some way, connected with the arrival of the pirates.

--
Meanwhile, on an unknown world, somewhere deep in the Gamma-Quadrant, a woman and her child, a nine year old girl, rushed to the near by meadow that was near their home in a deep forest. They were eating breakfast when something slammed into the water, causing a giant splash.

They were dressed in simple clothing, with hoods on to protect them from the cold of the morning. They were Bajoran, their wrinkled noses betraying that much about their heritage. They had brought a line, a rope with them, and used it as best they could to rope the object that floated on the surface. With many attempts, and the luck of the tide, the small, man sized object, black in color, was brought to the shore.

There were small buttons on the outside of the object. The mother pressed one of them and the object made a swishing noise, air decompression the woman surmised, and the opened to reveal an unconscious man; Mathew Weer.

CONTINUED NEXT TIME in

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Four – The Stranger
 
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Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Four – The Stranger

Starring
Mathew Weer
Aunt Beth
Mitch Weer
Ramada Weer
Ginny Weer
Lawrence Weer

Guest Starring
Francisco Levoghe
Thanquan Levoghe

Introducing
Kyana
Jovine

Special Guest Cameos by
Lt. Uhura
Ensign Pavel Chekov
Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott
and
Captain James T Kirk.


The images in his mind were fuzzy, and with out a coherent reason. Mathew Weer found himself coming in and out of a fog of confusion. One moment he could feel his body being pulled from a small, closed in, area. The next he was being dragged through thick foliage.

Then he felt a warm material on his head, and face. Cold shivers ran up and down his body, and he remembered why. His last memory was of Francisco Devoghe, who had been posing as Captain T’val, aiming a phaser at him. Mathew surmised that Frisco must have fired the weapon, on stun, and placed him into the one-man transport that had been modified from a torpedo. Frisco could have easily killed Mat, but didn’t, and Mat would remember that should they ever meet again.

Mat’s body ached all over. It was the after effect of having been stunned by a phaser. This wasn’t the first time Mat had been stunned. But now that he was getting older, the effects seemed to linger longer. He forced opened his eye to survey his surroundings.

He was in some kind shed, he deduced, laying on a tattered and worn out bet. He remembered being dragged here by two people, one of them no doubt a child. Mat didn’t know if he was a prisoner, a patient, or both. Suddenly, the door opened and two figures stepped in. The taller of the two motioned for the other, smaller one, to remain by the door. The taller of the two came over. Mat tried to sit up, and that’s when he realized his hands were bound together; no doubt a safely precaution.

The taller of the two figures walked over to a simple sink near the bed and turned it on. The person had a rag, towel, and dampened it with warm water. Then the person pulled back their hood to reveal a Bajoran woman. The woman spoke to Mathew.

“Are you alright?” The woman asked.

Mat spoke, but very weakly. “I believe I will be.” Mat said. “My name is Mathew Weer, and I guess I have you two to thank for pulling me out of that death trap and bringing me here.” Mat said.

The woman spoke. “My name Kyana, and she is my daughter Jovine.” She motioned to the smaller person who pulled back her robe to reveal a Bajoran girl, no older than nine or ten.

“Hello.” Jovine said with a very innocent smile.

“Hello there.” Mat said to the girl.

Then Kyana continued. “We don’t get many visitors to this world, so excuse our lack of accommodations. And we haven’t many medical supplies either.”

Mathew nodded, and moaned as he did. “Where am I?” He asked as he closed his eyes to battle back a spasm of pain in his head.

“Actually,” Kyana said to him, “I don’t think this world has a name.”

Mathew opened his eyes. “Then how did you get here?” He asked.

She sat down on the bed and patted his face with a warm rag. The fever brought on by the stun of the phaser had broken.

“My husband brought us here many years ago.” She told Mat. “This is where we live. This world is unclaimed by anyone. For all we know, we are the only ones here.”

Mat nodded. “Why?” Mat said. “Does your child attend a school? How do you get supplies?”

Suddenly there was a sound outside, and it got louder. It was some kind of space craft.

The woman put her index finger over Mat’s lips. Then she told him why. “My husband is very bitter man. He would kill you, and then beat the two of us, for even having brought you here. Be as quiet as you can. All of our lives may depend on it.” She pleaded with him.

With those words said, she put her hood back on and escorted her child out the exit. Mat listened as the space craft’s engines powered down. Then he listened as a male voice could be heard coming off of the ship. The man’s voice was raised, and Mat could distinctively hear the sound of slaps and cries as the man repeatedly hit the mother for some unknown reason.

Had he been in a better condition, Mat would have gone outside and killed the man for even hitting the woman. But for now, in his present shape, Mat could only do as he was warned. As he sat in silence, listening to the violence outside, he eyed the handle of his buck-knife.

All he could do was wonder how the rest of the family was faring. Frisco had gone out of his way to get Mathew off that ship for some unknown reason. Frisco could have easily killed Mat, but he didn’t. Mat would not forget that fact should the two ever cross paths again.

For now, Mat had to regain his strength, and find a way to get back to the Nebula-1 to save Beth and the kids. For now, he hoped, Mitch would be able to keep the family safe.

--

The Nebula-1 was flanked by the Vasco Nunez de Balboa. Thanquan Devoghe had beamed over and was on the bridge with Captain T’val (Frisco Devoghe). Thanquan treated the Captain very harshly in front of the Nebula-1 bridge crew; though it was all for show. He forcibly took the Captain to his ready room, and once inside, they dropped the illusion of captor and prisoner.

“Where is Mathew Weer?” Thanquan asked immediately.

“I took care of it.” Frisco said as he shut off the emitter that projected the face of T’val over his. “I stunned him, and put him an emergency transport tube, and shot him out into space.”

Thanquan nodded. “Good, the last thing we needed was some intergalactic hero getting in our way. Some of the men are already accessing the bank and plundering it. But the big prize will be the drive section of this ship.”

“What do you mean?” Frisco asked as he rubbed his face. The projector worked fine, but had a tendency to dry out his face.

Thanquan rifled through the cupboards of the large office, looking for anything of value, and finding very little; except for some tasty cookies from the galley. He bit into one.

“Mmmmm,” Thanquan said with a nod. “These are good cookies.”

Frisco sat on the table top of a desk. “So, tell me about the drive section?”

Thanquan sat on the chair next to the desk. “Well, a contact made, well, contact with me and,” Thanquan said as he took another bite of the cooking, “he said he had client interested in buying the drive-section of this ship if we were successful taking it.”

Frisco thought for a moment. “Hmmm,” Frisco began, “I supposed with a power conversion like that you could use it to power a weapon, heck, maybe even a Wave Motion Cannon.” (wink wink readers)

“Well,” Thanquan said, “I don’t care what they use it for. I will fetch us nearly an additional take of three or four hundred bars of Gold Pressed Latium.”

“Well,” Frisco said to his older brother as he prepared to leave, “time to use my power of being Captain to shutdown all the power. The safe cracking team should be in position and ready to move the moment the magnetic combinations are shut down.”

“Will the engineer do as he is told, and power down?” Thanquan asked.

Frisco smiled. “After I beg, and you persuade him, yeah,” Frisco said, “he will do as he is told. Before they left, Frisco had one more question for the brains of the team; his brother. “Thanquan, the plan was to make off with as much loot. But if we strand these people with out an engine, the main power units will eventually run out of reserves, which means the shields will collapse. I don’t want a murder wrap following us around for the rest of our lives.”

Thanquan nodded in agreement. “We will put out a distress signal and hang around, cloaked, until we are sure rescue is coming. Will that alleviate your worries my brother?”

Frisco nodded. “Yes, now,” he said as his face morphed in to that of T’val, “let’s go shut down that main power drive.”

And with that the two Levoghe brothers left the ready room to go play out their parts of pirate and Captain.

--
The passengers of the Nebula-1 had all been rounded up and brought to the massive dining area. That is where most of Thanquan’s henchmen were, as they kept watch over their captives.

Beth, Mitch, Lawrence, Ginny and Ramada all sat at a table together. They spoke in low tones.

“I wonder where Uncle Mat is?” Mitch asked. “He should have done something by now.”

“I think they did something with him.” Beth said.

The two children became worried at that thought. “Like what?” Ginny asked.

“Nothing to be worried about,” Beth assured her, “your Uncle has gotten out of worse jams than these.” Beth said those words to make the children feel safer, but it made her feel safer too; hoping that somewhere, out there, Mathew Weer was trying to find a way to save the family.

Ramada scanned the crowd, and then spoke to Beth. “Where is that kind Mr. Frisco?”

“Yeah,” Lawrence said, “I thought he was pretty cool.”

Beth shook her head. “I don’t know. Perhaps he is with Uncle Mat, and the both of them are planning something.”

Ramada smiled, “Just think,” she said to Beth, “he could be your hero.”

The kids all smiled at that.

“Oh, stop!” Beth fired back quickly, with red cheeks to show for it.

--
Two Hundred years in the past.
Star-Date 3211.7

The Starship Enterprise was in orbit of Gamma II. Captain Kirk, Ensign Chekov, and Lt. Uhura, prepared for transport, when instantly, they vanished! Instantly Scotty knew something was wrong, because he hadn’t even activated the Transporter Machine! The Captain, along with Chekov and Uhura, was; gone!
--

Continued next time
Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Five-Solitaire
 
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Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Five-Solitaire

Starring
Mathew Weer

Guest Starring
Kyana
Jovine

Introducing
Darow

Special Guest Star
William Shatner as
TOS Era
Captain James T Kirk


Morning came and Mat was wakened by the sound of voices. Moments later, staring out the crack of the drapes on the shed’s windows, Mat watched as the small craft lifted off from the ground, next to the shack of a house, and quickly sped away.

A night of restful sleep, and thankfully he didn’t snore, had gone a long way into making Mat feel better. Though his legs still ached, he felt more responsive. It was time to start planning away off this planet. Once that was done, he would have to find the Nebula-1 and see to the safety of Beth and the children. It was time to get out of the solitaire of the shed, and try and help as best as he could.

Mat fished into one of the side pockets of his dear-skin pants, and found the secret patch zipped there. He pulled back the patch and found the small transponder he had placed there just for this kind off occasion. He pressed the button. At that moment a signal, witch was scrambled, was sent into space.

Millions upon millions of miles the signal traveled, at very fast speeds through subspace. In several hours it would reach its destination; the spaceport in orbit of Droanha. The signal would activate the Revok’ta power systems, and more importantly, its automatic flight mode.

Mat had intentionally docked the craft at the closest spot next to the hanger doors. He had even hacked in to the station’s system to get the code to open the hanger doors on his own if he had to. With Mitch’s help, they both programmed the automatic flight computer to pilot its self out the hanger bay, and to follow an emergency homing beacon if Mat was stranded somewhere and needed such assistance. Well, that time had come now.

Mathew watched as the transponder blinked. He only hoped the spaceport hadn’t changed the code to the bay doors. If they had, Mathew know of a particular Romulan commander who wouldn’t be happy at the loss of the Revok’ta in such a way.

Moments later the woman, Kyana, and her young daughter, Jovine, came into the shed, where Mat was kept hidden for the past day. They had been unable to sneak Mat any meals, or water, which had left him hungry and thirsty. They had a bowl of fruit and some water, which Mat accepted graciously. He had been ration what fruit they had left for the past few days.

“I’m so sorry we couldn’t get you anything more until now.” Kyana said.

As she spoke, Mat noticed that she had new bruises on her face, and a black-eye. Mat shook his head.

“Kyana,” he asked her as he ate, “how did you come to be in this position?”

The woman sat on the bed next to Mat, and Jovine sat on her mom’s lap.

“I have done some things in my life, Mr. Weer that I am not proud of. For that reason I fell in with the wrong crowd, and did some things I now regret.” As she spoke, she grasped her daughter’s hand real tight. “When I met my husband, Darow, I already had a two year old daughter from another failed marriage. With no where to go, and with no means, I married Darow out of need. He was a wild man, who drank, but he served in the Bajoran defense force, which to me meant stability. So, even though the physical abuse started early on, it was a sacrifice I made to make sure my daughter and I had a roof over my heads. But that is all starting to change now.”

“What do you mean?” Mat asked as he sipped on the cup of water.

“Darow left the military two years ago. Well, actually, he was dismissed for bad conduct.” She told Mat. “With dwindling means, he brought us to this world. I guess, while on patrol in the Gamma Quadrant, the ship he served on came across and old Dominion outpost here on this planet years ago. When we found ourselves unable to afford to live on Bajor, we came here. He had been able to scrape out a meager existence by selling some of the excess hardware that was still operational at that old Dominion post. It’s just two miles or so from here, over that small ridge.” She pointed to a small hill outside the window. “As it turns out, a couple star systems away, there is a planet where wild men like him go to drink, and whore around with the women who work there.”

“I’ve been there.” Mat said with a smile. “Just for the drinking I might add.” Mat said quickly.

Kyana smiled. “Well, he is running out of spare parts to sell. He has totally gutted the communication’s system. Soon he will start gutting the Transporter’s devices. I think it actually is still working to this very day, barely.”

(At that moment, two miles away, at the Dominion outpost Kyana had just told Mat about. The lights are off, and it was strangely dark. But then, suddenly, the transporter came to life.)

Kyana took the empty bowl from Mat, as he finished the glass of water.

“I wish we had more to feed you. But Darow keeps track of what we eat, so we don’t waste food.” Kyana said.

“A moment ago you said something was going to change,” Mat said as he handed her the drinking glass, “what did you mean by that?”

She handed Jovine the bowl and glass. “Take these to the house.” Kyana told her daughter.

“Yes mama.” Jovine replied, and she scampered away and did what her mom said.

Once Jovine had left the shed, Kyana returned to her conversation with Mat.

“Darow has started to look at Jovine in that...” she lowered her voice, “that way.”

Mat’s face became more stone cold. “You have to get her out of here Kyana. From what little I know of your husband, for her survival, you must.”

Kyana buried her face in her hands. “I know,” she said as she cried. “But I can’t. He runs our home like a prison. So many times I have had to just start fights with him so as to keep his wandering eyes off of her. He has never used the belt on her, but I know he will someday. I can see it in his eyes.”

“What about your first husband, the girl’s father.” Mat said. “Can you at least ask him to get her out of this hell?” Mat asked.

Kyana shook her head. “No, he died from medical complications sometime back.” Kyana said. “I know I gravitated to this kind of life with the choices I made.” Kyana said. “But she deserves so much better. I just know that one of these nights he is going to come home and,” she choked back on her tears, “he is going to force him self on her.”

(The small transporter in the Dominion outpost hummed to life. Suddenly a confused man stood there, with absolutely no idea as to how he had gotten there. A moment earlier he was standing on the transporter pad, along with Chekov and Uhura, and one instant earlier, now, he was standing in the silent solitaire of some darkened transporter room of some unknown alien design.

He reached back and grabbed his communicator. He swung flicked his wrist and the small cover of the communicator opened up.

“Kirk to Enterprise.” the man said, “Kirk to Enterprise.”

He used his fingers to twist the small diodes on the communicator, and then he tried again to contact the ship, but it didn’t work.

He stepped off the small transporter pad and walked over to the small control panel. Although the instrumentation was different, he was still able to ascertain that the device had picked up three signals; his and two others. The other two had degraded to a point that they could not be reinitialized. Uhura, and Chekov, were dead.

Capt James T Kirk was not a man to wait for answers. Instantly he began to survey his new surroundings. He felt confident that Spock would not stop until he had exhausted all resources to find him. Until that happened, Kirk would find out as much as he could about where he was, why he was brought here, and, most importantly; by whom?)

Mathew tried to stand. Kyana did her best to help him. Mathew was nearly six feet five inches, and she was barely five feet seven. But they were able to work as a team, and Mat, leaning on her shoulder, was able to walk several steps. The effects of the phaser stun, and being cramped up in the probe, were starting to fade. After several moments of walking, with her assistance, Mat sat back down on the bed.

Later, with assistance from both Kyana and Jovine, Mat was taken into their small house. It had been built it seemed, from the skeleton of a cargo ship. It was primitive, but it worked, Mat concluded. Kyana scrapped together enough food items to make Mathew a pretty good sized breakfast, which went a long way to making him feel better.

Later, as he showered Kyana hand washed his clothing, and dried them real quickly. Once he was dressed he was able to limp out of the bathroom, and rejoined the two in the main kitchen area. Jovine, who was very polite, showed Mat around the small home. It was very quaint, and Mat felt sorry for them. They had barely enough to get by, and they were going out of their way to help him heal. Perhaps Kyana had made mistakes, Mat thought to himself, but they deserved more than this meager existence. Finally, Mat and Jovine made it back to the kitchen area.

“You better be getting back out to the shed. He was only going to get some supplies. He’ll be back soon.” Kyana said.

Mat sat down at the table, and nodded. “I will, but I want to tell you something.” Mat said to them both. “I’m not sure how this is all going to turn out. But once I rescue my family, I swear to you I will return. Just hold off for as long as you can.”

Suddenly a small, antiquated communication pod on the kitchen counter chirped to life.

“Woman; I’ll be home in about ten minutes,” a deep voice said.

“That’s Darow, we better get you back into the shed.” Kyana said.

“Oh,” Darow’s voice said, “fetch Jovine from her chores. I have a special dress I just got for her to wear. I expect her to be bathed and cleaned before she puts this expensive dress on. And if you try to serve me that same slop you served me last night woman,” Darow said with disgust in his voice, “I will belt you like nothing before!”

The signal went dead.

With out hesitation Jovine ran off to the shower. Mat could tell instantly that Darow had used fear and intimidation to condition the two. Kyana helped Mat back to the shed. Once she had left, Mat went over to the desk next to his bed. He picked up the buck-knife he had left there. Although he as not a full strength he would not let Darow touch the mother, or her daughter, again. The muscles of his legs were very sore from the effects of the stun, and from the lack of blood flow from the flight. But he was feeling much better than when they, Kyana and Jovine, had fetched him from the inside of the torpedo/probe.

Mat stood up, and peered through the crack of the hold drapes. Moments later Darow’s ship came into view, pivoted upward then settled on the landing porch next to the house. Both Kyana, and Jovine, came out of the house almost as if on cue. The boarding ramp to the ship lowered, and the ship’s lone hatch opened.

Darow was very repugnant looking the moment Mat saw him. The Bajoran walked with a swagger that reeked of controlling power. He was holding a couple bags which no doubt contained supplies, food ect. But he also held a small rectangular shaped box. It no doubt contained the dress, Mat deduced. The moment Darow was of the landing porch, he set the bags down and slapped Kyana with such force, she fell to the ground.

“Why didn’t you respond to my message?” The man yelled at her. He then reached down and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet. Then he looked to Jovine.

“Get in the house!” He yelled at Jovine. The small girl ran to the house as fast as she could. Then Darow peered into Kyana’s eyes as he held her by the hair on the back of her head. “Did that bitch bathe as I told her to? I spent a lot of credits on this dress, and I don’t want her to get it dirty in case I have to take it back! Perhaps I will have to inspect how clean she really is!”

Kyana nodded emphatically. “Yes, she did.” Kyana said. “She did the moment we got your signal. That is why I didn’t respond to your message. I wanted to finish her chores for her.” Kyana said, in tears.

Mat watched as the man, Darow, punched Kyana in the ribs, causing her to fall to the ground. He then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her, while she was still on the ground, into the house, slamming the door once they were in. Mat could here Kyana’s screams of pain. The unmistaken sound of a belt against skin could be heard as well.

Mat shook his head. Enough was enough. Maybe he should have waited a longer, he didn’t know. If he failed, and Darow over powered him, Mat would no doubt die and the merciless Bajoran man would beat both Kyana and Jovine. But he could no longer stand to hear her screams of help. He picked up the knife, put it in its sheath, and limped out of the shed. He would either kill Darow, or die trying.

But, unknown to Mat, someone else had heard the cries of help too. And he was a man, just like Mat, who would not allow such a travesty to happen, even if it meant losing his own life.

Captain Kirk had been exploring this new world for most of the day, trying to find clues as to where he had been taken to. Armed only with what appeared to be an alien form of binoculars, he saw Darow’s craft as it approached moments ago, and followed the craft. Kirk ran as fast as could and came across a clearing. That is when he heard the screams of someone being beaten.

And then Kirk saw his first target. Peering through the binoculars, he saw a man wearing what appeared to be an outfit made out of animal skin material. In fact, he surmised it was of ancient Native-American design. Suddenly the screams came again, and Kirk watched as the stranger he had been watching, and who limped considerably, unsheathed a large buck-knife. Kirk realized, instantly, that his man was going to try to save the woman being beaten. Kirk put down the binoculars and made his way toward the small shack as quickly as he could. He could only hope he would arrive in time to help this strange tall man in animal skins!

--

Meanwhile, several star systems away, the Revok’ta powered to life. The special program that Mathew and Mitch had written into the ships subroutines came to life and the Romulan style scout class vessel undocked its self from its birth.

The yard master, in the Droanha spaceport command, and his crew, could only watch with dumbfounded looks on their faces as the bay doors opened automatically. They were equally dumbfounded as they watched an unmanned ship maneuver through the doors, and out into space. The yard master could only shake his head in disbelief.

“Mathew Weer.” Were the only words that escaped from his mouth.

--




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STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Six –Life and Death
 
Re: Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

I just wanted to toot the horn for my friends, and I. Though must of them are no longer writing this WEER saga with me, they do give me input as best they can. So Mike, Mike#2, Harsh, Jamie and Bill I tip my hat for your help on this..

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Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Six –Life and Death across the Galaxy!

Starring
Mathew Weer

Guest starring
Kyana
Jovine
Darow

And Special Guest Star
William Shatner as
Captain James T Kirk

Mathew could hear Kyana’s screams just inside the door. With what little strength he had, he kicked the door in. As he stepped in, he could see Jovine cowering in the corner, while Darow stood over Kyana, with a belt raised, ready to strike the helpless woman again. The skin on Kyana’s bareback already showed several streaks of blood. Darow, upon hearing the sound of the door being kick in, turned around to face Mathew.

“Who are you?” Darow demanded.

Mathew hurled his knife at Darow, but due to Mat’s depleted state, Darow just dodged the weakly thrown knife.

Darow stepped away from Kyana and directed his attention toward Mathew. The large Bajoran man sneered at Mat, as Mat prepared for the assault that was surely to come. Darow raised the belt, and immediately Mathew rushed the man. Unable to act quickly enough, Darow could only grab Mathew, who was massive in height as well. The two gripped each other tightly, and with all of his strength, Mat swung the two toward the door, crashing through the door, and onto the path outside. Mat could feel the dizziness return as Darow rolled back up on to his own feet.

Still holding the belt, Darow towered over Mat, who, overcome by a fog of dizziness, could not rise to meet the challenge. It was all Mat could do was brace for the attack. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, another person entered the battle.

Mathew watched as this new combatant barreled into Darow. The stranger wore what appeared to be an old style Starfleet uniform. Both Darow, and the newcomer, smashed into the wall of the house. Suddenly the newcomer brought both his fists together, and pummeled Darows gut with them. Darow keeled over, then the stranger judo chopped him on the back of the neck, and Darow was down on the ground, out cold.

Mat struggled, but was able to stand up. At that instant, Kyana came out, along with Jovine. Kyana helped to prop Mathew up. Kyana gave Mat his buck knife back.

“Thanks,” Mat said to the man who had just saved him, “I don’t think I would have lasted much longer.”

The friendly looking man just smiled. “No thanks necessary,” he said, “I heard the screams and I thought I would help.”

Mat searched his memory. The man looked strangely familiar. “My name is Mathew Weer.” Mat said as he reached out his hand.

“James T Kirk.” Kirk said as he took Mat’s in his and they shook.

Mathew knew that name, very well. All Starfleet cadets knew that name very well. Along with Pike, and Garth, Kirk was probably the most famous person from that period. But, as Mathew thought to himself, Kirk had died in the late 24th century. So, who was this person?

Kirk was about to say some thing, when suddenly, from behind him, Darow rose from his feet and lunged at Kirk, intending to use the belt as a strangling device. Jovine and Kyana screamed as Darow closed in on Kirk, but this time Mathew did not miss as he hurled the knife just past Kirk’s head. The knife dove into Darow’s neck, killing him instantly.

Kirk turned around in time to see Darow fall to the ground, dead.

“Thank you,” Kirk said, “I think.”

Mathew walked over to Kirk and stood next to him. They both surveyed the dead body of Darow, and both were content the fight was over.

“Who was he?” Kirk asked.

“My husband.” Kyana said as she joined the two men.

Mathew turned to Kyana, and Jovine, who both eyed the dead man with a look of two people who had been freed from a terrible life. They looked relieved.

“Its over now.” Mat told them both.

“What will we do now?” Kyana asked as Jovine hugged her and cried softly.

“Don’t worry about that.” Mathew told her. “We will discuss that later.” Then he turned back to Kirk. “Captain Kirk..”

Kirk looked to him, “Call me Jim.” Kirk said.

Mathew gave Kirk a perplexed look. “Jim, I don’t know how to tell you this, but you’re being here poses many interesting questions.”

Kirk, hands on hips, looked perplexed as well. “What do you mean?”

“Well, for starters, how did you get here?” Mat asked.

Kirk gave him and Kyana a confused looked. “Well,” Kirk said, “I was standing on the Enterprise’s transporter deck when,” his voice tailed off and then he continued, “then I found my self standing in some alien Transporter room just beyond that ridge there.”
“The Dominion out post.” Kyana said.

“What is the Dominion?” Kirk asked them both.

On Mathew’s suggestion, they all trekked through the forest and headed for the outpost. As they did Mathew walked with Kirk, while, up ahead, Kyana and Jovine showed them a special path that led to the abandoned out post. Mathew took that opportunity to explain to Kirk as much as he could.

“So, let me get this straight.” Kirk said. “This is the middle of the 25th century, and I’m,” he paused before continuing, “dead.”

Mathew nodded. “I’m not really sure of the particulars,” Mat said, “but you died sixty or seventy years ago. So, you can understand why who you say you are is hard to accept with out some doubt. But,” Mat said, “you’re here and that’s all that matters.”

Kirk nodded in agreement. “The out post is just up ahead.” Kirk said.

Several moments later they arrived at the out post. Kyana had obviously been to the outpost before. She found the control panel that operated the lights and turned them on. Mat looked at the equipment. The communications consol had been totally gutted by Darow. But the Transporter controls were relatively intact.

“This is where I materialized.” Kirk said as he walked over to the small transporter deck.

In the past, Mat had to use Dominion technology on rare occasions. He studied the readouts as best he could. The Jem-Hedar kept detailed transport logs. At that moment a beeping noise came from Mat’s pocket. He brought out his transponder and turned off the noise.

“What’s what that?” Kyana asked.

Suddenly Jovine came rushing in. She had been outside looking around. She seemed a little scared.

“There’s a strange looking ship right above us! It looks like a giant bird!” The girl said excitedly.

“Wait!” Mat said to Kirk and Kyana, but it was too late, as they he watched the two follow Jovine out the main entrance.

Mat followed them.

“It looks Romulan.” Kirk said as Mat joined them.

“It is.” Mat agreed. “And it happens to be my ship.”

Kirk, Jovine and Kyana all looked to Mat.

“That ship is yours?” Jovine asked.

Mat showed them the transponder. “It was a gift to me from an old friend. The planet I live on, Droanha, isn’t that far away, and I programmed it to home in on this transponder should I ever find myself stranded.”

Kyana looked sad. “So, I guess you’ll be leaving us now to rescue your family.”

Mat nodded. “Yes, I am.” Mat told her.

Jovine and Kyana looked sad.

“What’s this about rescuing your family?” Kirk asked.

Mat explained. “My family, and I, were taking a long deserved vacation on a Star-liner cruise. For some unknown reason I was captured, and then stunned with a phaser, and stuffed into a probe that was a converted torpedo, and sent into space. I landed here, and Kyana and her daughter, thankfully, rescued me from the probe, and that’s how I got to be here.”

“Then,” Kirk said, “let’s go. I’m sure between the two of us we can save your family.”

Mat shook his head. “Actually Jim,” Mat said, “I’d prefer it if you stayed here with Kyana and Jovine. Her husband frequented a near by planet that caters to unsavory types.” Mat said as he made some adjustments on his small transport.

Kirk picked up on Mat’s line of thought. “And if he made any friends, they might come looking for him if he doesn’t show up there.” Kirk nodded in agreement.

“Precisely,” Mat said. “Now, before I go, I have been able to link up the Dominion out-post’s main frame with my ship’s onboard computer. I have downloaded as much as my library banks as possible so you can catch up on your history.” Mat said.

“Thanks, it should be an interesting read. Any idea how I got here yet?” Kirk asked.

“As best as I can tell,” Mat replied, “you and your two friends were abducted by a very powerful inter-dimensional transport. Somehow, three duplicate signals were created; unfortunately the other two were damaged. ” Mat told Kirk. “I’m sorry about that.”

“They were two very good people, Chekov and Uhura.” Kirk said somberly.

Mat smiled. “I think, when you read the history files I have downloaded, you will see that they too lived long and exciting lives.” Kirk seemed relieved, Mat continued.
“Hmmm,” Kirk said with a knowing smile, “a duplicate me created by a transporter accident. It’s not like that’s the first time that has happened.”

“Apparently that intact signal has been traveling the galaxy, and was intercepted by this Jem-Hedar transport outpost. Why, and how, I haven’t got a clue. But, for now, I need to get going.”

Kirk shook Mat’s hand. Kyana and Jovine stood to either side of Kirk.

“As soon as I can I’ll return and take the three of you with me back to civilization.” Mat said. He then directed his words to Kyana. “This man,” Mathew said to Kyana as he motioned to Kirk, “is one Earth’s greatest men. The Prophets could have not chosen a better person to keep you safe, trust me.”

Kyana smiled. “Thank you for your help Mat. I hope you find your family.”

And with that said, Mat transported up to the Revok’ta.

Kirk, Kyana and Jovine watched as the very sleek looking Romulan scout ship arched up and sped into space.

“I hope he can save his family.” Jovine said.

Kirk smiled. “Something tells me that there isn’t much that man can’t do. I think he’ll find his family. And then I would hate to be the person who was responsible for doing it. He’ll find them too.”

--
The massive Star-liner, Nebula 1, was still under the control of the space pirates. But unknown to Thanquan Devoghe the Nebula-1 was being shadowed by another group of ships as it entered uncharted areas of the Gamma Quadrant. Six Kazon ships were preparing to make the ship their latest conquest as well!!

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Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Seven- My Loot? Your Loot? Kazon Loot?
 
Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Seven- My Loot? Your Loot? Kazon Loot?

Starring
Mathew Weer

Guest Starring
Francisco Levoghe
Thanquan Levoghe
Captain T’val (the real T’val)

introducing
Gylo
and
Sebastian Levoghe

From the conn tower of the Nebula-1, Thanquan and Francisco Levoghe, brothers, sat at one of the conn stations and looked out through the main viewing platform, across the short distance of space, over to the Vasco Nunez de Balboa; their modified Vor’cha class battle cruiser. The view of millions upon millions of stars, with the flaming vortex far off in the distance, but still visible, was breathtaking. A bottle of Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin, Champaign, sat between them. They had been drinking it for nearly twenty minutes. Sharing a bottle in this manner had always been part of the routine, after such a success. It was part of the family tradition.

Once they had received the signal that the men were ready to go, Thanquan would activate the homing beacon so that the Nebula-1 could be found by whatever search party that would be launched to find the missing Star-liner. All Thanquan and Frisco, his brother, wanted was the loot. There would be more than enough to give the working party their share, and then split between them selves as well. None of the passengers would be harmed, which was always the goal. They would also free the real Captain T’val. They had kept the Vulcan captain under wraps in one of the state rooms.

“Can you imagine, Frisco,” Thanquan as he sipped on his, “what it was like back, in the old days?” He poured himself another glass. “Sailing ships upon the open seas, not unlike what the Nebula-1 looks like, plundering ships as we are doing now?”

Frisco also was sipping on his glass. “I wonder how our ancestors look down upon us now. What we’re doing isn’t far removed from what they did.”

Thanquan nodded in agreement. “Well,” he added, “they also killed the men, raped the women, and even took some of them as their wives.”

“I wish I was alive in those times.” Frisco said with a fiendish smile.

A signal came from the Balboa. It was one of the men.

“The drive system has been successfully beamed over. The loot from the ship’s bank has been delivered as well. For all intents and purposes, we are ready to depart.” Gylo said. He was a riley older gentleman who had been a pirate all of his sixty years of life.

Thanquan finished his glass, and then he replied. “Very good Gylo,” Thanquan said, “give the signal. Once the boarding party has all beamed aboard the Balboa, let me know.”

“Aye Aye, sir.” Gylo said, and then cut the signal.

Both Thanquan and Frisco stood up. It was time to bring this venture an end. But as Thanquan took one last look at the Balboa, something caught his eyes. From the distance, five vessels, each no larger than one of the Balboa’s nacelles, were diving, toward the Balboa, from various positions. It was a coordinated attack plan.

“What the hell?” Thanquan said to himself, but said it out loud in shock.

The two brothers watched in stunned silence as the alien ships, Kazon raiders, attacked the much larger Vor’cha class Klingon battle-cruiser. Three of the smaller raiders converged on the slower, and less mobile, cruiser. The blasts from the raiders were pounding away on the cruiser.

“They’re trying to weaken the Balboa’s shields. They’re going for the loot!” Thanquan said to Frisco.

“Then they intend to board the Balboa. How can we stop them?” Frisco asked, just as dumbfounded as Thanquan.

“The Balboa’s shields will hold out for as long as they can.” Thanquan stated as he watched all five of the raiders regroup for another pass. Far off in the distance, a larger craft stayed out of the fray. Thanquan pointed to the larger ship. “I think these raiders are Kazon raiders.”

“I thought they mainly stayed in the Delta Quadrant.” Frisco added.

Thanquan nodded. “They do. On top of that, I find it quite interesting they happen to be here when we are. Something else is going on here.”

A signal came in, it was Gylo.

“We’re under attack.” Gylo’s voice yelled. The sound of blasts could be heard coming through the signal.

“Hold out of as long as you can.” Thanquan said.

It was all Thanquan could offer his crew as they fought off the Kazon raiders. Eventually the Balboa shields would falter. Thanquan had to think of something, or they stood to lose every thing they had worked for and their lives as well.

--
As the battle raged on between the Kazon raiders, and the Balboa, another ship was cloaked and watched the battle from below the position of the Nebula-1. It was the
Revok’ta.

Mathew grimaced as he watched the space battle. He now regretted leaving James Kirk behind with Kyana and Jovine. He could have used some of Kirk’s legendary tactic training at a time like this.

The arrival of the Kazon had complicated matters more than he had wanted. But with no time to waste, Mathew came up with a back up plan. He used the Romulan ship’s sensors and scanned the Nebula-1. It was just as he figured. The captives, nearly thirteen hundred of them, were being corralled in the main dining area. No doubt some of Frisco’s men were guarding them, Mat deduced. He continued to scan the ship. Several other life forms were gathering on the upper-deck. Based on Mat’s surveillance of communication, these would be the pirates regrouping for transport to the Klingon vessel. But that wouldn’t happen now, due to the space battle.

Two other figures were in the bridge area of the conn tower. These two had to be Francisco and the other person who was with him. Mat didn’t know who that was, but was pretty sure they were in league with Francisco, based on the conversation between this unknown person and his man on the Klingon ship.

It was another life form that caught Mat’s attention. In one of the staterooms was a lone passenger. The life readings indicated it was a Vulcan. Mat knew it was a roll of the dice, but he gambled it was the real Captain T’val. Instantly Mat programmed the small ship’s transporter. He stood up from his seat, just in time to be beamed away.

--

In the conn tower, Francisco and Thanquan could only watch the battle. There was nothing they could do to help the crew of the Balboa. Suddenly the communication station came alive. Francisco walked over to it.

“We’re receiving a hail from the Kazon command ship.” Frisco said.

“Put it on screen.” Thanquan said.

The main screen came to life. The face of someone they both knew quite well appeared on the screen.

“Sebastian!” Thanquan yelled at the screen. “I might have know this was your doing.”

“Hello my dear older brothers,” Sebastian said. “You’re both looking quite good. For now, that is.” He laughed at the thought.

“What is the meaning of this?” Frisco demanded.

The youngest of the brothers, Sebastian, smiled in return. “Nothing more than what it appears. I am going to raid your booty. That wave-motion cannon stuff will fetch a high price on the black market. Throw in all that loot from the passengers and, well, I should be set for life.” He told them.

“You were always too lazy to work your own angles.” Thanquan said. “Dad would spit at your name if he were still alive.”

Frisco chimed in. “These Kazon will kill the passengers to obscure any evidence. Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

Sebastian’s face became somber. “Yes, many will die. But thank heavens you two are here. I’ll just leave your wrecked Klingon ship as evidence, no one alive of course, and the investigation will reveal it was your party all along. So I’ll get all the booty, live happily ever after, and inherit all of your lands and property. This can only end as a positive for me and bad for you two.”

“You are a good for nothing swine!” Frisco yelled back.

“Oh, before I go,” Sebastian said, “I will be sure tell Alessandria you loved her to the very end, Thanquan. And once she realizes you’re dead, I will make her MY wife.”

“I’m not dead yet!” Thanquan fired back.

“The day is young.” Sebastian rebutted before the signal cut off.

Thanquan shook his head. “That bastard is going to win everything. He must have found out about our plan, and then contacted a tribe of Kazon for his muscle. He’ll take the booty, the Kazon will kill the passengers, and we will be framed for it all.”

Frisco nodded in agreement of the dire situation. “He planned it well.” Frisco could only say.

Thanquan watched as the Balboa began to show the signs of internal fires. Unless there was some kind of miracle, Sebastian’s daring scheme would work.

--
Captain T’val was on his bed. Restraints held him in a seated position. In his mind he kept track of how long had been a prisoner of Francisco’s. It had been nearly three months since the human had switched places with him, and help him captive. If Frisco’s plan went with out any problems, he had assured T’val he would be released on this day.

Suddenly a transporter signal shimmered into view. In a mere second a human shimmered into a solid state. T’val recognized the tall human from various news stories through the decades. It was Mathew Weer.

T’val arched an eyebrow. It was obvious that Frisco’s plan had not gone as well as the space pirate had hoped. T’val even allowed himself a small grin.

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Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Eight- The Gambit
 
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Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Eight- The Gambit; part one

Starring
Mathew Weer
Aunt Beth
Mitch Weer
Ramada Weer
Lawrence Weer

Guest starring
Francisco Levoghe
Thanquan Levoghe
Sebastian Levoghe
T’val
Gylo


Mathew Weer took out his buck-knife, and cut off the restraints that held down T’val. He also sliced off the material that covered the Vulcan’s mouth so he couldn’t yell for help.

“It is very good too meet you at Mr. Weer.” T’val said. “You’re being here is definitely an unexpected turn of events for my captors I would suppose.”

Mat smiled at the Vulcan as he sliced off the last restraint. “I was actually a passenger on this fine vessel of yours before I was stunned by one of them with a phaser, and shot off into space in a torpedo.”

“That must have been a very harrowing experience.” T’val added as he stood up from the bed. “But I see you have returned.”

Mat nodded. “Now, we don’t have much time, so ;et me get you up to speed.”

T’val nodded in agreement. “Please do.” T’val replied, as he took a moment to stretch his legs.

“A family of space pirates have taken over the Nebula-1. Now, apparently, there is a raiding party of Kazon, and they are bent on stealing for themselves what the pirates plundered from this ship, including the drive system which, apparently, could be retooled into some kind of weapon.” Mat said quickly.

“It would appear as if our situation is dire.” T’val concluded.

Mat continued. “Yes sir. Now, the pirates, although dastardly, have not harmed any of the passengers. But if the Kazon board this ship, the Kazon may revert to their old ways, and kill all witnesses. Starfleet has had little contact with the Kazon, but they are known to act in this manner. I fear all of our lives, and the pirate’s lives as well, are in mortal danger.”

“What can we do?” T’val asked.

“Well, the pirates face certain death as well.” Mat said. “I believe I can broker a deal with them. But first I need to know if this ship has any offensive capability?”

T’val nodded. “Not much at all Mr Weer, I am afraid. However, there is a ceremonial cannon on the port side. We were hoping to fire it at comet that was rich with Dyrilium. We were going to pass by the comet, then destroy it, and create a large fireworks show for the passengers. The problem, we only have one cannonball. That was all the regulators would allow us to have.”

Mat pondered that for a moment. “What do you know of the drive system of this vessel, how could it be converted into a weapon?”

The Vulcan captain motioned to Mat to follow him. They quickly walked into another room where a desk was. T’val walked over to the desk, and pressed a button on the chair next to his desk, and instantly a schematic of the ship was projected on a wall.

“The drive system could be converted into a wave-motion cannon, in theory.” T’val pointed at the engine section and the detailed image of the drive section. “But before that could happen, much would have to be done.”

Mat studied the schematic. “Could this be used to our advantage? Is there anyway it could be activated now?” Mat asked.

T’val thought for a moment. “In theory, if a super charged Ion stream was introduced into the drive column, then yes, the drive shaft could over heat and create wave-motion blast.”

“Would such a blast threaten this ship?” Mat asked. “The ship they have transported it to is only, at best, fifty thousand kilometers from this ship.”

“I am not an expert, but I do believe the Nebula-1’s shield system would hold, to some degree. In fact, the dining area is fortified with another layer of shielding, just for this kind of emergency.”

Mat took it all in. “I think I have all the info I need. Please stay here, and out of sight. I believe our pirate friends will have much to think about, and time is not on their side.” Mat said.

“Or ours.” T’val added in a soft voice.

Mat tapped his transponder and was beamed away.

--

Thanquan and Frisco could only watch as the Kazon raiders regrouped. The Balboa would not last another run or two.

“How could our own brother betray us?” Frisco asked.

Thanquan shook his head. “Father died while he was a child. You and I were already carving our own ways in the syndicate. Non one really introduced him, properly, into the family business. But, here we are, facing down the barrel of his gun, and there is nothing we can do about it.”

“Perhaps there is.” Another voice said behind the two Devoghe brothers. They both turned around to see Mathew Weer standing there holding a menacing looking Romulan disrupter.

“How can it be that you are here?” Francisco asked.

Mat looked directly at Frisco. “You could have killed me, but you didn’t, and that is why I have not killed you. But we don’t have time for this.” Mat said. “I have a plan that can save you two from certain murder charges, which will certainly happen if the Kazon board this ship, and start killing the passengers. All I want to do is save the passengers below.”

“Why should we trust you?” Thanquan asked.

“Because if you don’t,” Mat said as he pointed at the much damaged Klingon battle cruiser, “we’re all going to die.”

The two brothers knew Mathew Weer was offering the only way to salvage their names, and to stop their younger Sebastian. They agreed to hear Mat’s plan.

--
Moments later Mat beamed into the dining area. The crowd cheered at his sudden and unexpected arrival. He told them in a loud voice to all to get as far away from the walls as they could. The crowd did as instructed, knowing that if Mathew Weer was here, there was hope. He then warned everyone to get on the ground, and to prepare for what ever may come, warning them that the ship could come under attack.

He then stepped off the platform and joined the rest of his family, to check up on them and to make sure nothing had happened to them.

“Uncle Mathew, where have you been?” Ginny asked.

“We thought you were dead!” Lawrence said as the two young kids hugged their Uncle.

“Alright kids, it is good to see you too. Now, I have to go. Mitch, come with me, now.” Mat ordered.

And as quickly as he had appeared, Mathew, and Mitch with him, disappeared again.

“I knew he would show up at the last moment, he always does!” Ramada said with a wide smile.

One of the passengers looked to Aunt Beth.

“I think our chances of living through this have gone up a thousand fold!” The person said excitedly.

Beth could only roll her eyes. Living in the shadow of a legend of Mathew Weer was grating sometimes, but not at these times. Mathew Weer brought hope to people, and more importantly, to her late sister’s children. And that was more important than anything else.

--
Several quick moments later Mathew beamed back aboard the Revok’ta. He prepared the ship as fast as he could. The Klingon ship would not last through the coming onslaught of the five Kazon marauders. Once he was satisfied he was ready, he tapped on his communications consol.

“Are you ready Mitch?” Mat asked.

--

Mitch stood next to the ceremonial cannon. It was a complete mockup of one of the old cannons used centuries ago. He had loaded the ‘cannonball’, which was really a glorified torpedo, into the turret and aimed it. But he didn’t aim it at the Klingon cruiser, or the small Kazon raiders. Instead, Mitch aimed the turret at the large Kazon command vessel in the distance. He had only one shot, he remembered Mat telling him, so Mitch had to aim as good as he could.

“I’m all set Uncle Mathew. Just give the signal.” Mitch said.

--

In the conn tower, Thanquan and Frisco were ready to play their part in this gambit. But it had to happen now, the Balboa would be destroyed in mere moments by the Kazon. And if it were destroyed, then their last chance would go up in smoke as well. At that instant the simple signal came from Mathew Weer.

“Alright,” Mat’s voice said from the comm station, “let’s do this!”

At that second Thanquan sent a message to Gylo.

“Gylo,” Thanquan said. “Are you still there?”

“Our shields are down. We expect boarding parties at any second!” Gylo’s voice responded, straining to be heard above the loud explosions on the Balboa.

Thanquan was happy to hear his old friend was still alive. “I want you to do exactly as I tell you. This is our only hope, so listen very carefully!” Thanquan told him.

“Okay, but hurry!” Gylo said. “The Kazons are beaming over. I see them!! They’re here!” Gylo said.

--
Mathew waited for Thanquan’s signal. It all came down to these next few moments. Mathew prepared to make the most important pin point shot in his life. Hopefully, he thought to himself, N’vraln had the Revok’ta’s targeting realigned before giving the fine ship to Mathew. At that second, Thanquan pinged back with a signal.

Mat took aim at the Klingon vessel. It was now, or never.

CONTINUED in

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere”
Chapter Nine- The Gambit part two!
 
Family;Weer. STAR TREK-Voyage To No Where

Family;Weer
STAR TREK
“Voyage to nowhere” The Final Chapter
Chapter Nine- The Gambit

Starring
Mathew Weer
Mitch Weer
Beth Weer
Ramada Weer
Lawrence Weer

Guest Starring
Thanquan Levoghe
Francisco Levoghe
Sebastian Levoghe
Captain T'val
Gylo

Special Guest Star
William Shatner as
Captain Kirk






(Previously on Family; Weer- STAR TREK

Aboard the Revok’ta, Mathew waited for Thanquan’s signal. It all came down to these next few moments. Mathew prepared to make the most important pin point shot in his life. Hopefully, he thought to himself, N’vraln had the Revok’ta’s targeting realigned before giving the fine ship to Mathew. At that second, Thanquan pinged back with a signal.

Mat took aim at the Klingon vessel. It was now, or never)

--
Aboard the Klingon style battle cruiser; Vasco Nunez de Balboa, Gylo and his men fought their way down to the cargo bay of the ship. This meant ceding the bridge, and engineering to the invading Kazon, but that was part of Thanquan’s plan. Gylo and his men, thirty or so now, were fighting for their very lives. The Kazon swarmed into the abandoned areas of the ship as the pirates vacated them.

Once they had all gathered in the cargo bay, Gylo accessed the engineering’s computer, which had not yet been cut off by the Kazon. Gylo had shunted the controls down to the cargo bay earlier, and executed the manure that Thanquan told him to program the ship for. It was now a matter of timing. The ship started to list, just as he had programmed it to do. He turned back to his men.

“Everyone, prepare to fight for your very lives!” Gylo said with his horse, crackled voice!

The men all cheered as they were beamed away.

--
Mathew Weer watched from the Revok’ta as the Balboa started to list to the starboard side, and pivoted to reveal the cargo bay doors. Just as planned, the cargo bays opened. Mat stared through his targeting visor and could see the engine drive of the Nebula-1. The drive was so long, it practically stretched from one side of the cargo bay to the other. He could see the intake valve of the drive section. This would have to be the shot of his life. Luckily the drive was still in active mode, a condition the unknown buyer demanded, to prove it was operational.

Meanwhile, the five Kazon ships dove in one last time. They were in tight formation, weapons firing, and closing in on the Balboa. At that instant Mathew fired the ion cannon of the Revok’ta.

Thanquan and Frisco watched from the conn tower as a tight white beam reached-out from somewhere below the Nebula-1. The beam entered the Balboa’s cargo bay, and then in to the intake valve of the Nebula’1’s drive section. Instantly the giant Klingon ship exploded, destroying the five Kazon raiders as it did. Then, at that exact moment, from aboard the Nebula-1, Mitch fired the lone ‘cannon’ at the Kazon battle-cruiser. The shockwave from the Balboa’s explosive death, and the cannonball each arrived at the Kazon command ship at the same time.

With it’s shields weakened by the shockwave of the explosion, the Kazon command ship was struck by the cannonball, in the sensitive engineering section, totally losing its defensive shields. Thanquan turned to Captain T’val, who was operation the emergency transporter controls, and pointed at the Vulcan commander.

“Now, Vulcan!” Thanquan ordered.

T’val worked the controls and diverted the transport signals of Gylo and the rest of the pirates onto the Kazon command ship.

There was no telling how many Kazon were on the command ship, but Thanquan was quite confident that his men would put up a gallant fight. Thanquan took a moment to look over at the space debris that had once been the Balboa.

“She was a fine ship.” Frisco offered to his brother. “She went down in a way befitting our great ancestor; Vasco Nunez de Balboa.” He offered his brother another glass of Champaign.

Captain T’val joined them. “I will have to read more about that time of your planet’s history. I in no way condone your actions, yet in the end, by helping to save the passengers from harm, you proved your ancient family honor. And I have to thank you.”

“You heard the good captain, brother, we’re heroes!” Frisco said with a smile as he sipped his drink.

Thanquan shook his head defeat. “We could have made such a profit off this venture. We could have probably retired, and handed the reigns of the family business over to Sebastian.”

“Perhaps I can take care of that for you,” Said a third voice, coming from behind them.

The two Levoghe brothers, and Captain T’val, turned around to see Sebastian shimmering into view, bloodied and with tattered clothes, standing there, aiming a phaser at them. At that second, the Kazon command ship exploded. The bright explosion was nearly blinding.

“We all lost.” Thanquan said to his younger brother, “let’s just call it even and live to fight another day.”

Sebastian was very distraught, and looked unbalanced. “I will never live up to our family’s legacy!” He yelled at Frisco and Thanquan. “I have always been the little brother who could do nothing! NOTHING!”

“Then join us.” Frisco said. “Let’s be three amigos, three great amigo.”

Sebastian raised his phaser and pulled the trigger. The beam struck Frisco in the chest, killing him instantly.

Thanquan rushed over to his fallen brother’s side.

“What did you do that for?!” Thanquan demanded. “You killed him!”

“Stop right there!” Mathew Weer demanded as he beamed into the conn tower, holding his own weapon; a six shooter.

Sebastian fired his weapon, and beamed away, laughing as he did.

Mathew rushed over to Thanquan’s side just as the door to the conn tower opened and Mitch rushed in. Aunt Beth, and the kids, ran in behind Mitch.

Thanquan was barely alive, and death would soon come. Beth had the two younger kids look away, as blood began to drain out of the dieing man’s mouth. T’val came over to the Beth and the kids to assure them the ordeal was over.

Mat propped Thanquan up against the base of the one of the control panels. Thanquan opened his eyes. Then he kneeled down to hear the dieing man’s final words.

“Did it work?” Thanquan asked.

Mathew nodded. “I’m afraid your men died over there on the Kazon ship. I will see to it that their final act is underlined when all is said and done.”

Thanquan forced a smile. “Thank you.”

Mat prepared to stand when Thanquan raised his hand and motioned him not to.

“There’s something you must know.” Thanquan said, his voice fading.

Mat leaned in closer to hear Thanquan’s words, as they were barely whispers.

“My brother Sebastian will no doubt claim my fortune, after he kills my wife. It is our way.” Thanquan barely managed to say. He coughed, and a stream of blood poured over his parched lips.

“I’m sorry,” Mat offered, “but I don’t think there is much I can do about that.”

Thanquan shook his head. “No, there’s more to it than that.” Thanquan said. “My wife, Alessandra…” his life began to ebb away. Mat leaned in closer, and put his ear up to Thanquan’s mouth. “my wife’s real name is,” Thanquan continued, and with his last living breath he said, “..Camine.” And at that moment, Thanquan’s life ended.

Mat stood up in total shock. How could this man know of Camine? And besides, Mat thought to himself, Camine died in the explosion of a transport vessel years earlier. Harris McCord was devastated by her death, and Mat blamed him for it for all these years. Mat tabled the thought, for now.

Hours later a fleet of Jem-Hedar ships arrived. They were responding to the distress signal Mat had sent when he had left Captain Kirk on the Dominion Outpost. The passengers would remain aboard the Nebula-1 as it was towed back to Droanha. In celebration, a giant feast was arranged for the passengers.

In his cabin aboard the Nebula-1, Mathew Weer had packed his belongings. Beth, and the others, watched as he was finally prepared to leave.

“Are you sure about this?” Ramada asked.

Mathew looked to the others, Beth, Ramada, Mitch, Lawrence and Ginny, as they stood together, sad that he was about to be leaving them again. “Sure about what he said?” Mat replied. “I admit, I do have my doubts.”

“What about Terence McCord? She was his wife Mathew.” Beth reminded Mat.

“I’m aware of that Beth.” Mat said. “But this dead space pirate didn’t just pull her name out midair.” Mat told her. “For all I know Terence has lied about her death all these years.”

“Are you going to confront him?” Mitch asked.

Mathew shook his head, “No, not yet.” Mat said. “And I don’t want any of you contacting him either.”

“If you find her Uncle Mat what will you do?” Young Ginny asked.

“Save her!” Lawrence quickly added.

“She may not want to be saved.” Beth added, which was exactly what Mat thought as well.

Mat hoisted up his old style sea bag, and went over and hugged them all. He looked to Mitch first.

“The Jem-Hedar commander gave me a message that Minister Odo would like to meet with you when you get back home.” Mat said.

“Me?” Mitch asked. “What would he want to meet with me for?”

Mat shook his head. “I’m not sure, but I think he is going to offer you a job.”

“Huh.” Mitch said.

Then Mat looked to Ramada.

“I want you to help Aunt Beth as much as you can. Also,” Mat said, “there is a special school in one of the near by towns for special kids who need help. As it turns out I once had a,” he paused for a moment, “relationship with the head mistress there. Tell her who you are, and I think she will find a position for you.”

Ramada smiled. “Thank you Uncle Mat, I will contact her the moment we get back.”

Mathew then knelt down to talk to Ginny and Lawrence.

“You both do exactly as Aunt Beth tells you to do.” Mathew said to them.

Tears started to come down from Ginny’s eyes. “How long will you be gone?” She asked

Mathew hugged her. “I don’t know honey. But I’ll be back someday.”

He shook hands with Lawrence. Mat knew that the boy would grow up to be a strong pillar in the family someday. He then put both of his hands on Beth’s shoulders.

“Well,” Mat said, “you take care of yourself Beth. With out you this family would have crumbled.”

Beth smiled. “You take care of yourself, you old coot.” She said as tear came from her eyes.

Moments later Mat beamed away. The rest of the family stared out the view port of the cabin, and watched as the Revok’ta streaked away, and then streaked out of sight into warp.

“Do you think Camine could still be alive?” Ramada said.

“I don’t know.” Beth said. “But something tells me that Mathew still loves her.”

“Maybe I should have gone with him, to help.” Mitch said to Beth.

“No,” Beth replied, “had he wanted your help he would have asked.”

“I hope Uncle Mat comes back soon.” Ginny said, somberly.

“Me too,” Lawrence said, “me too.”

The Nebula-1 was in the middle of a formation of six Jem-Hedar ships, as it slowly limped back to Droanha. The Flaming Vortex was off in the distance, as beautiful as any thing could be, surrounded by millions of stars. One of the Jem-Hedar vessels fired on the remaining debris of the Balboa, her life once and for all.


--

But Mathew Weer had one more stop to make. A couple hours later the
Revok’ta was in high orbit of the unnamed planet with the long abandoned Dominion outpost.

On the surface below, Mathew materialized outside Kyana’s home. But, much had changed since he had last seen it. Mathew looked up and saw a bare-chested Jim Kirk on the roof of the shed, hammering away on planks. The legendary Starfleet officer was busy at work transforming the once depleted shack into a real livable home. Kirk saw Mathew looking up at him, and then came down off of the roof.

“How did it go?” Kirk asked.

Mat nodded his head. “They’re just fine. Though, I have to admit, I wish I had taken you along with me. Anyway, where are Kyana and Jovine?” Mat asked.

Kirk motioned over to the woods. “They’re busy washing some clothes over at the stream beyond those trees. I intend to build an irrigation canal to bring some of that water over to here, so they don't have to go to far.”

Mathew smiled. “You don’t have to stay here Jim. I can take the three of you with me back to civilization.”

Kirk shook his head. “Kyana doesn’t want to go back. And I agree with her reasons.” Kirk told Mat, but also guarding Kyana's trust. “But apparently Kyana has family back on Bajor that would gladly take Jovine in with them. She made contact with her brother, and he and his wife are on their way to take Jovine back with them to Bajor. Jovine wants to go to school with kids her age.”

“What about you?” Mathew asked.

Kirk pondered that question. “I think I’m going to stay with Kyana for now.” Kirk said. “The Jim Kirk that made it back from Gamma II, two hundred years ago, lived a very interesting life, according to the history texts. Right now, I'd like to stay part of 'history'”.

“Jim, Earth is in desperate need for a hero.” Mat said. “Yours could be a unifying voice in these troubled times.” Mat told Kirk.

“I will keep that in mind, Mat.” Kirk said.

Mat offered his hand. “Then I will keep your rebirth a secret.” Mat said to Kirk as he handed him a transponder.

“Thank you,” Kirk replied, “what is this?”

“If and when you change your mind, or you need help with anything, press that button. It may take me a while, but I return if and when I get the signal.”

With that, the two Starfleet legends, separated by two hundred years, shook hands one last time. Mat waved at Jovine and Kyana as they came from the path that led to the stream. They were smiling, Mat could see. And that spoke volumes! And then, he was gone.



FAMILY; WEER
STAR TREK
will continue
after a Hiatus of a couple weeks or so!
and then...

The Weer Family settle back into the lives they left back on Droanha. Mitch finds there is a job indeed waiting for him; Sherriff.

Ramada Weer finds inspiration at a new school that caters to special kids. But one of the children may be more special than anyone could have possibly imagined.

Aunt Beth, Ginny and Lawrence find there maybe more than just water in the streams that weave through the backside of their property; Gold!

James T Kirk and Kyana head out into space to find their own adventures. But a fictional villain, Moriarty, has other plans for them.

Next Season on
FAMILY; WEER
Star trek!
 
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