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PHASE TWO--V'GR
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RobertScorpio
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HOME COMING
The crew of the USS ENTERPRISE was in very good spirits as the ship entered orbit of Vulcan. It was already a very historic mission, voyaging to their first civilized alien world, invited even. But the sudden arrival of a child that was barely a year old, who everyone had thought been killed, and who was the son of the captain no less, had really brought a feeling of good things to come.
Doctor McCoy entered sickbay, clad in his dress uniform. With-in the hour he would join Kirk, and Spock, and the three of them would beam down to Vulcan to meet with Spock’s people, including his father, Sarek.
In the meantime, Doctor McCoy had seen it before, he thought to himself as he made his way into Sickbay. When ever there was a new baby in a hospital, or anywhere that people knew each other as more than just casual acquaintances, the child seemed to bring out instinctive maternal instincts of many of the women. It also brought out a protective nature of the men who, by the natural pecking ordered, knew the social ladder of a given community then found it incumbent on then to protect that child. It was humanity at its sexist best, McCoy thought.
The child had only been on board for three days and already the list for volunteer baby sitters had reached one hundred and eighty-nine people. On a ship that had a crew of just barely two-hundred, that was quite remarkable. But that was the kind of person James T Kirk was. His calm, good nature, inspired that kind of feeling towards him from others.
The crew also knew that Kirk, as a Starship Captain, was very busy. Kirk spent as much time as he could with the baby, sleeping with him, and playing with him as much as he could. But the events with Gary, and the news from Starfleet about the incident with the Romulans at Neptune, had amped up the workload for Kirk. McCoy had told his medical staff to put out ‘feelers’ for baby-sitters. Kirk was barely getting any sleep, and that was the last thing the entire crew needed from their captain.
The baby was resting on one of the bio-beds and was being given his daily check-up by the ships head nurse, Christine Chapel. Guinan was there as well. She would take over watching the child once the tests were done.
McCoy had known Chapel from the past, having served with her for years in the Navy medical system. He had pulled strings to get her assigned to the Enterprise. Kirk just blindly signed the paperwork to ‘get’ her with out even blinking, when McCoy brought her transfer-request papers to him; that’s how much respect Kirk had in McCoy’s opinion.
“How’s the little bozo doing?” McCoy asked Chapel as she was checking the baby’s vitals on the bio-meds readout panel.
“Just fine,” Lt. Chapel said. “Ensign Gregg mentioned a slight diaper rash, but it doesn’t seem too much of a problem.” Chapel said. She looked back to McCoy. “Could you tell me again how this can be? We all watched the island get destroyed by that comet, and we all saw this baby being held by that vile man... and yet? He’s here.”
“Gary Mitchell’s final act,” McCoy told her. “We all heard the captain on the 1Mc. Captain Mitchell had become some kind of being that the Captain could not explain with simple words. And in some way, before Jim and Spock had to put Gary down, he had brought David back to life.”
“Amazing,” Guinan said. “Christine just went over the final tests and the baby definitely is David Marcus. How does someone do that; bring someone back to life?”
“Who knows,” McCoy said. “I just heard from Jim, by the way. The last subspace patch was received about fifteen minutes ago. Nadya was taken in to custody.”
“I still can’t believe Nadya had been infected like that,” Guinan said. “Why didn’t Starfleet medical detect it when she came back that first time with the Reliant?”
“Well,” McCoy, “they also didn’t detect whatever was growing inside of Captain Mitchell either. Just goes to prove that we don’t know everything there is in the universe.”
“Well,” Chapel said, “I still know how to a diaper on a baby.”
McCoy and Guinan admired Chapel’s handy work.
“You have to show me how you did that,” Guinan said. “When ever I do it, it looks like I put a giant pretzel on him”
At that moment James T Kirk, also in his dress uniform, entered sickbay. He walked over to where McCoy, Guinan and Chapel stood, and looked down at his smiling baby boy on the bio-bed.
“He is a very calm and happy baby,” Chapel told Kirk. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
“She’s right,” Guinan said. “My nephew would never stop crying.”
“And by the way,” McCoy added, as he spoke to Kirk, “The crew wants him to stay aboard as our mascot. I know the baby has a mother, and Carol is a nice woman, but there is no reason this baby couldn’t be raised on this ship Jim. By you.”
Kirk smiled. “We’ll see,” Kirk said. “A Starship shouldn’t be home to a child.”
“I use to think that way,” McCoy said. “But if Earth is going to start sending out these ships, and in some cases for years, then they’re going to have to find away to include families Jim.”
“Colonel Pike doesn’t agree. He thinks...” Kirk began to say before McCoy cut him off.
“I’ve known Chris for a long time, and sometimes I think that man has his head so far up his ass, he can’t see two feet ahead of him. Families in space Jim; mark my words. It will happen.” McCoy concluded with an all knowing smile.
At that moment Spock, wearing his ceremonial robe, entered sickbay.
“Spock,” McCoy said to the Vulcan, “does your world allow families to travel in space?”
“Yes Doctor McCoy,” Spock replied. “Why do you ask?”
“See?” McCoy said to Kirk. “If they do it, and they’ve been doing this a lot longer than we have, then why can’t we?”
Kirk looked at the old style wooden clock that adorned McCoy’s sickbay.
“We better get going,” Kirk said to McCoy.
Nurse Chapel, holding Baby David, came over to the three men.
“Are you married Mister Spock? Do you have any children?” Chapel asked with a polite and curious smile.
“I suggest we get going,” Kirk said, seeing the look in Chapel’s eyes and the guarded look in Spock’s.
“Yes Captain,” Spock replied, “that would be quite logical.”
And then Kirk, McCoy and Spock headed out of sickbay, on their way to the Transporter Room
Guinan took the baby from Chapel.
“You go girl,” Guinan said with a sly look in her eyes after detecting Chapel’s obvious interest in the Vulcan Male.
--
Kirk, McCoy and Spock arrived at the Transporter Room. Upon arriving there they found Commander Scott at the controls, ready to beam them down.
“Scotty,” Kirk said as he and the other two took their places on the Transporter Pad. “We should be getting another dispatch from Starfleet soon. Go ahead and take it in my quarters if it’s coded and let me know if any thing merits my immediate attention.”
“Aye sir,” Scotty said.
“Energize,” Kirk said.
--
The transporter beam deposited Kirk, McCoy and Spock on the ridge of a massive valley. The Vulcan sun was just rising in the far distance, and it cast a reddish glow over the land below. Although it was just morning time where they appeared, the temperature had to be nearly 41 Celsius, Kirk thought to him self. But the heat could not dispel the stunning beautiful scenery of the world.
A massive mountain could be seen in the distance.
“Jim, do you see that?” McCoy said pointing at the mountain. “Look at that waterfall.”
Kirk shook his head. “Amazing,” Kirk said as he saw what McCoy was referring to. “I bet it’s over two thousand feet high.”
“Welcome,” said a deep strong voice from behind them.
Kirk, McCoy and Spock turned to see a very elegant Vuclan mail. His regal presence radiated.
“My father,” Spock told Kirk. “He is Sarek, of Vulcan.”
Sarek raised his left hand and made the V salute that Spock had done upon first meeting Kirk. Kirk, not knowing what to do, raised his left hand, and in a futile effort, tried to make the hand salute. Upon failing, Kirk reached out right hand hand. Sarak, arching an eyebrow, reciprocated and put his hand out. Kirk took it in his, and shook hands. Sarek, not smiling a bit, took his hand back.
“Human,” Sarek said softly. “Welcome to Vulcan.” Sarek said in a very stoic tone, “We have much to discuss.”
“Sir, your world is very beautiful,” McCoy said, trying his best to lighten the mood.
Sarek looked McCoy over. Then, to Kirk’s surprise, Sarek reached out his right had just as Kirk had a moment ago. McCoy took it into his right hand, and they shook hands.
“In my opinion, Vuclan’s beauty,” Sarek said, “is unparallel.” Sarek said. “However, someday I hope, I wish to visit your world and perhaps that opinion can be changed.”
Kirk could feel that this Vulcan, Sarek, Spock’s father, was one of the most dynamic individuals he had ever met. There was a calm wise demeanor that came from Sarek. Spock had it as well, but Sarek’s was even more pronounced. Kirk couldn’t help but think that Earth and Vulcan would come together to do great things in the future. He was right.
--
EARTH
UNITED SPACE AGENCY
STARFLEET COMMAND HEADQUARTERS; ARCHER ISLAND
…………………VOYAGER 2 (FORMERLY MARINIER 12)
…………………AUGUST 20, 1977—LAUNCH
…………………JULY 9, 1979—JUPITER
…………………AUGUST 26, 1981—SATURN
…………………JANUARY 24, 1986—URANIUS
…………………AUGUST 25, 1989—NEPTUNE
…………………NOVEMBER 30, 2006—HEATER MALFUNCTION
…………………DECEMBER 6, 2006—HEATER MALFUCTION
…………………APRIL 4, 2011—EARTH DIRECTIVES LOST
…………………SEPTEMEBER 17, 2018—SIGNAL DETECTION
…………………OCTOBER 9, 2018—NEW COMMAND CODE
…………………FEBUARY 2, 2019—SYSTEM RECAL
UKNOWN ACCELERATION FACTOR
…………………FEBUARY 3, 2019--###787454
…………………FEBUARY 3, 2019--###787455
…………………MARCH 4, 2019--#001
Colonel Pike finished reading the dated events of Voyager 2’s mission calendar, as he sat behind his desk. Across from his, and waiting quite anxiously for the Colonel’s remarks, was William T Decker.
“What is this?” Colonel Pike finally asked. “I thought we lost contact with it some time back.”
“We did,” Decker said. “My grandfather was the last NASA tech to receive a coded umbrella patch from it. After that, we haven’t heard from Voyager 2.”
“What is an umbrella patch?” Pike asked.
“A term they used at NASA to describe a series of transmissions towards the end of contact with the probe.”
“Alright, what’s the big deal?” Pike asked.
“We just received the data from September 17, 2018, and the other events that happened after that point, just yesterday. The signal was detected on one of the new subspace frequencies.”
Pike began to see the urgency.
“How did Voyager 2 contact us via subspace? In 1977, that kind of technology did not exist on Earth, so there is no way that thing could have a subspace communications system.”
“I know,” Decker said. “The codes 787454 and 787455 may give us a clue.”
“How so; what do they mean?” Pike asked.
CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT...
The crew of the USS ENTERPRISE was in very good spirits as the ship entered orbit of Vulcan. It was already a very historic mission, voyaging to their first civilized alien world, invited even. But the sudden arrival of a child that was barely a year old, who everyone had thought been killed, and who was the son of the captain no less, had really brought a feeling of good things to come.
Doctor McCoy entered sickbay, clad in his dress uniform. With-in the hour he would join Kirk, and Spock, and the three of them would beam down to Vulcan to meet with Spock’s people, including his father, Sarek.
In the meantime, Doctor McCoy had seen it before, he thought to himself as he made his way into Sickbay. When ever there was a new baby in a hospital, or anywhere that people knew each other as more than just casual acquaintances, the child seemed to bring out instinctive maternal instincts of many of the women. It also brought out a protective nature of the men who, by the natural pecking ordered, knew the social ladder of a given community then found it incumbent on then to protect that child. It was humanity at its sexist best, McCoy thought.
The child had only been on board for three days and already the list for volunteer baby sitters had reached one hundred and eighty-nine people. On a ship that had a crew of just barely two-hundred, that was quite remarkable. But that was the kind of person James T Kirk was. His calm, good nature, inspired that kind of feeling towards him from others.
The crew also knew that Kirk, as a Starship Captain, was very busy. Kirk spent as much time as he could with the baby, sleeping with him, and playing with him as much as he could. But the events with Gary, and the news from Starfleet about the incident with the Romulans at Neptune, had amped up the workload for Kirk. McCoy had told his medical staff to put out ‘feelers’ for baby-sitters. Kirk was barely getting any sleep, and that was the last thing the entire crew needed from their captain.
The baby was resting on one of the bio-beds and was being given his daily check-up by the ships head nurse, Christine Chapel. Guinan was there as well. She would take over watching the child once the tests were done.
McCoy had known Chapel from the past, having served with her for years in the Navy medical system. He had pulled strings to get her assigned to the Enterprise. Kirk just blindly signed the paperwork to ‘get’ her with out even blinking, when McCoy brought her transfer-request papers to him; that’s how much respect Kirk had in McCoy’s opinion.
“How’s the little bozo doing?” McCoy asked Chapel as she was checking the baby’s vitals on the bio-meds readout panel.
“Just fine,” Lt. Chapel said. “Ensign Gregg mentioned a slight diaper rash, but it doesn’t seem too much of a problem.” Chapel said. She looked back to McCoy. “Could you tell me again how this can be? We all watched the island get destroyed by that comet, and we all saw this baby being held by that vile man... and yet? He’s here.”
“Gary Mitchell’s final act,” McCoy told her. “We all heard the captain on the 1Mc. Captain Mitchell had become some kind of being that the Captain could not explain with simple words. And in some way, before Jim and Spock had to put Gary down, he had brought David back to life.”
“Amazing,” Guinan said. “Christine just went over the final tests and the baby definitely is David Marcus. How does someone do that; bring someone back to life?”
“Who knows,” McCoy said. “I just heard from Jim, by the way. The last subspace patch was received about fifteen minutes ago. Nadya was taken in to custody.”
“I still can’t believe Nadya had been infected like that,” Guinan said. “Why didn’t Starfleet medical detect it when she came back that first time with the Reliant?”
“Well,” McCoy, “they also didn’t detect whatever was growing inside of Captain Mitchell either. Just goes to prove that we don’t know everything there is in the universe.”
“Well,” Chapel said, “I still know how to a diaper on a baby.”
McCoy and Guinan admired Chapel’s handy work.
“You have to show me how you did that,” Guinan said. “When ever I do it, it looks like I put a giant pretzel on him”
At that moment James T Kirk, also in his dress uniform, entered sickbay. He walked over to where McCoy, Guinan and Chapel stood, and looked down at his smiling baby boy on the bio-bed.
“He is a very calm and happy baby,” Chapel told Kirk. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
“She’s right,” Guinan said. “My nephew would never stop crying.”
“And by the way,” McCoy added, as he spoke to Kirk, “The crew wants him to stay aboard as our mascot. I know the baby has a mother, and Carol is a nice woman, but there is no reason this baby couldn’t be raised on this ship Jim. By you.”
Kirk smiled. “We’ll see,” Kirk said. “A Starship shouldn’t be home to a child.”
“I use to think that way,” McCoy said. “But if Earth is going to start sending out these ships, and in some cases for years, then they’re going to have to find away to include families Jim.”
“Colonel Pike doesn’t agree. He thinks...” Kirk began to say before McCoy cut him off.
“I’ve known Chris for a long time, and sometimes I think that man has his head so far up his ass, he can’t see two feet ahead of him. Families in space Jim; mark my words. It will happen.” McCoy concluded with an all knowing smile.
At that moment Spock, wearing his ceremonial robe, entered sickbay.
“Spock,” McCoy said to the Vulcan, “does your world allow families to travel in space?”
“Yes Doctor McCoy,” Spock replied. “Why do you ask?”
“See?” McCoy said to Kirk. “If they do it, and they’ve been doing this a lot longer than we have, then why can’t we?”
Kirk looked at the old style wooden clock that adorned McCoy’s sickbay.
“We better get going,” Kirk said to McCoy.
Nurse Chapel, holding Baby David, came over to the three men.
“Are you married Mister Spock? Do you have any children?” Chapel asked with a polite and curious smile.
“I suggest we get going,” Kirk said, seeing the look in Chapel’s eyes and the guarded look in Spock’s.
“Yes Captain,” Spock replied, “that would be quite logical.”
And then Kirk, McCoy and Spock headed out of sickbay, on their way to the Transporter Room
Guinan took the baby from Chapel.
“You go girl,” Guinan said with a sly look in her eyes after detecting Chapel’s obvious interest in the Vulcan Male.
--
Kirk, McCoy and Spock arrived at the Transporter Room. Upon arriving there they found Commander Scott at the controls, ready to beam them down.
“Scotty,” Kirk said as he and the other two took their places on the Transporter Pad. “We should be getting another dispatch from Starfleet soon. Go ahead and take it in my quarters if it’s coded and let me know if any thing merits my immediate attention.”
“Aye sir,” Scotty said.
“Energize,” Kirk said.
--
The transporter beam deposited Kirk, McCoy and Spock on the ridge of a massive valley. The Vulcan sun was just rising in the far distance, and it cast a reddish glow over the land below. Although it was just morning time where they appeared, the temperature had to be nearly 41 Celsius, Kirk thought to him self. But the heat could not dispel the stunning beautiful scenery of the world.
A massive mountain could be seen in the distance.
“Jim, do you see that?” McCoy said pointing at the mountain. “Look at that waterfall.”
Kirk shook his head. “Amazing,” Kirk said as he saw what McCoy was referring to. “I bet it’s over two thousand feet high.”
“Welcome,” said a deep strong voice from behind them.
Kirk, McCoy and Spock turned to see a very elegant Vuclan mail. His regal presence radiated.
“My father,” Spock told Kirk. “He is Sarek, of Vulcan.”
Sarek raised his left hand and made the V salute that Spock had done upon first meeting Kirk. Kirk, not knowing what to do, raised his left hand, and in a futile effort, tried to make the hand salute. Upon failing, Kirk reached out right hand hand. Sarak, arching an eyebrow, reciprocated and put his hand out. Kirk took it in his, and shook hands. Sarek, not smiling a bit, took his hand back.
“Human,” Sarek said softly. “Welcome to Vulcan.” Sarek said in a very stoic tone, “We have much to discuss.”
“Sir, your world is very beautiful,” McCoy said, trying his best to lighten the mood.
Sarek looked McCoy over. Then, to Kirk’s surprise, Sarek reached out his right had just as Kirk had a moment ago. McCoy took it into his right hand, and they shook hands.
“In my opinion, Vuclan’s beauty,” Sarek said, “is unparallel.” Sarek said. “However, someday I hope, I wish to visit your world and perhaps that opinion can be changed.”
Kirk could feel that this Vulcan, Sarek, Spock’s father, was one of the most dynamic individuals he had ever met. There was a calm wise demeanor that came from Sarek. Spock had it as well, but Sarek’s was even more pronounced. Kirk couldn’t help but think that Earth and Vulcan would come together to do great things in the future. He was right.
--
EARTH
UNITED SPACE AGENCY
STARFLEET COMMAND HEADQUARTERS; ARCHER ISLAND
…………………VOYAGER 2 (FORMERLY MARINIER 12)
…………………AUGUST 20, 1977—LAUNCH
…………………JULY 9, 1979—JUPITER
…………………AUGUST 26, 1981—SATURN
…………………JANUARY 24, 1986—URANIUS
…………………AUGUST 25, 1989—NEPTUNE
…………………NOVEMBER 30, 2006—HEATER MALFUNCTION
…………………DECEMBER 6, 2006—HEATER MALFUCTION
…………………APRIL 4, 2011—EARTH DIRECTIVES LOST
…………………SEPTEMEBER 17, 2018—SIGNAL DETECTION
…………………OCTOBER 9, 2018—NEW COMMAND CODE
…………………FEBUARY 2, 2019—SYSTEM RECAL
UKNOWN ACCELERATION FACTOR
…………………FEBUARY 3, 2019--###787454
…………………FEBUARY 3, 2019--###787455
…………………MARCH 4, 2019--#001
Colonel Pike finished reading the dated events of Voyager 2’s mission calendar, as he sat behind his desk. Across from his, and waiting quite anxiously for the Colonel’s remarks, was William T Decker.
“What is this?” Colonel Pike finally asked. “I thought we lost contact with it some time back.”
“We did,” Decker said. “My grandfather was the last NASA tech to receive a coded umbrella patch from it. After that, we haven’t heard from Voyager 2.”
“What is an umbrella patch?” Pike asked.
“A term they used at NASA to describe a series of transmissions towards the end of contact with the probe.”
“Alright, what’s the big deal?” Pike asked.
“We just received the data from September 17, 2018, and the other events that happened after that point, just yesterday. The signal was detected on one of the new subspace frequencies.”
Pike began to see the urgency.
“How did Voyager 2 contact us via subspace? In 1977, that kind of technology did not exist on Earth, so there is no way that thing could have a subspace communications system.”
“I know,” Decker said. “The codes 787454 and 787455 may give us a clue.”
“How so; what do they mean?” Pike asked.
CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT...
So is this version of V'Ger anything like the TMP version?
RobertScorpio
Pariah
mmmm..I have a DECKER and an ILYA eventually. I even have my own Voyager Probe (#2)...but I'm going to scramble up the rest of it.
Rob
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Divine Man
September 8, 1975
Norfolk Virginia
Morris Decker pushed the button on his automatic garage opener and slid his jet-black, 1968 Mustang into its usual parking spot, right next to his wife’s Ford station wagon. He revved up the engine one last time, while rolling down his window, so he could smell the sweet scent of the exhaust. He had long ago decided that if he was at the point of wanting to kill himself, which of course would never happen, he end it all by breathing in the exhaust of his car. He loved the smell; who didn’t?!
He got his brief case out of his car. It was a special brief case in that it had with-in it, what was at the time, one of the most sophisticated computers in the world. He had it because Morris Decker had a most important job; laying down command codes for the recently renamed Mariner 12 space-craft, Voyager 2.
Although it was a Friday, and most everyone else in the country had the weekend off, Morris didn’t. He would spend the entire weekend, day and night, editing and making sure the command codes were slotted correctly. There will be no time for playing catch with his son Anton. Nor would there be time to see a movie with his wife, which was too bad. The new movie coming out, Jaws, was getting great reviews.
But such was the life of one of NASA’s most important programmers. Morris Decker couldn’t complain because it did pay well, and allowed his wife to continue her own college career. The fact they had even had time to have a child was remarkable. He walked over to the door in the back of the garage that led into the house. He pressed a button on a wall mount and watched the large garage door close slowly.
The walk into the kitchen wasn’t that far from the garage door. Morris, as always, walked into the kitchen and set his brief case on the kitchen table. He sniffed the air, expecting to take in the wonderful aroma of Meatloaf; his wife’s specialty. She had promised to make him on Friday, and Friday had come!
He opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a can of beer, popped it open, and guzzled down several swallows. He wondered where his wife, Mandy, and his son, Anton, were. Figuring they had gone to the store, Morris headed into the bedroom he and wife shared in their modest three bedroom house.
The door slid opened as he turned the knob. And then, right there out of nowhere, reality bit hard: His wife was tied to their bed, and with a gag around his mouth. Two men, on either side of the bed, held shotguns to either side of her head. They wore masks. On the forehead of their masks was a strange symbol. It was a Christian cross, but it was centered inside an upside down, five pointed star.
Suddenly, and without warning, two other men, who were also wearing the strange masks with the strange symbol, grabbed Morris from behind and forced him to the floor at the base of the bed, with his head just high enough to still make eye contact with his wife.
Then a fifth man came in. He was tall, wore a three piece suit, and did not bother wearing a mask. He carried an aurora of arrogance with him, and Morris could sense it even with out hearing the man speak a single work.
“Morris Decker,” the man said. “Your position at NASA, and especially with the Voyager 2 probe, is quite important to me. You’re the man who will decide what kind of the soul this space craft will have.”
“What’s going on?” Morris asked. “Where is my son?”
The man nodded to the men holding the shotguns to Mandy’s head. They put the guns down and then, using knives, they cut all of her clothing off. First her blouse, then her pants, her bra and underwear. She became nervous as she was humiliated in front of the five strangers.
“What are you doing!?” Morris Decker shouted. “Just tell me what you want. I have money in the living room, my wife has jewelry; please don’t do this.”
“We are not barbarians,” the man in the suit said. “My name is Doctor Alexander Sevrin.” Sevrin said. “Do you believe in God Mr. Decker?”
“No!,” Morris replied anxiously. “I am an atheist, so is my wife.”
“Then we have come at the right time,” Sevrin said as he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a pouch. “We have a chance to save your souls.”
“What is it you want?” Morris pleaded as Sevrin took out three syringes as well as a small tube of liquid.
“What is it that I want?” Sevrin asked back to Morris. “I want to save the world from the vile nature it is rooted in. World Wars, Vietnam, oppression of the insignificant, pick your poison. Our world needs to be saved, and I know there is only one person in the universe who can bring us such a miracle: God.”
Sevrin walked over to where Mandy was tied up on the bad and injected her with the syringes of liquid.
“What are you doing to her?” Morris demanded.
“Just preparing her mind and soul,” Sevrin said to Morris in a soft voice. “Before I accept new parishioners, I must prepare the body for the rigorous right of ascension. The shot I gave her is a mixture of mind altering substances and a sedative.”
Morris watched as the intensity in his wife’s eyes began to fade as the shot began to take affect.
Then, after injecting her with the vile, Sevrin pulled a small instrument out of the pouch. He placed it above her navel.
“This will hurt a little,” Sevrin said to Mandy. “But the pain to salvation is worth the blood of innocence.”
And then Sevrin squeezed the small handle that was on the side of the metal instruments. Mandy cried in pain as the object pulled up a small portion of her skin and then literally took a bite. Blood drained out as Mandy cried in paid. Then Sevrin applied some kind of ointment with a small bundled up towel of ice. The mark left on her abdomen, where the device had cut her, was the same symbol that was on the men’s masks.
“Where is my son!?” Morris demanded.
Sevrin nodded at the two men who had been holding the guns and then they began to put another set of clothes on Mandy. It was obvious to Morris that Mandy was completely out of it. Morris had experimented with LSD in the 60s and knew the look in someone’s eyes when they were on a trip.
“If you ever want to see your son alive again, you will do exactly what I tell you,” Sevrin said. “Do you understand me?”
Morris nodded.
“The reason I have put the mark of our Lord on your wife is so that it can be a constant reminder to you that we will always have an eye on you, and your family,” Sevrin said. “If you were to simply disappear it would cause suspicion, and I can’t have that. But since your wife is a female, and thus ours to do with as we wish, I shall use her as the lamb. Since she is your property I can not take her, but I can use her to convey my power over you.”
“What is it you want me to do?” Morris asked. “As I said before, I have money in the living room. You can take my wife’s jewelry!”
One of the men who was wearing a mask, and had left moments before, came back into the bedroom holding Morris’s briefcase.
“As I said,” Sevrin said as he took the briefcase from his assistant and then set it on the edge, “I am not a barbarian. However, if you wish to see your son again, all you have to do is open up that briefcase of yours and do as I say. Once that is done, then I will leave you and your wife, and your son, who is being held inside a van outside, will be let free.”
“Okay,” Morris said. “I’ll do whatever it is you want.”
Morris opened the briefcase and listened to what Sevrin wanted. It was the most strangest demand, but Morris did what was demanded of him. Once the task was done, Sevrin and his men left. And just as he had promised to do, Sevrin opened the backdoor of a van that pulled up, and little Anton ran out of the van and into the arms of his father, Morris.
Sevrin came back over to where Morris was. Morris told his son to go inside.
“If you inform anyone what you did with the command codes,” Sevrin said, “I will return. My followers may not be plentiful, as of yet, but several of them work at NASA. So believe when I tell you, if you try to inform anyone there, or the authorities, I will find out. And if that happens I will return. The next time I return I will do more than just give your wife a scar.”
“You can’t possibly have that much power,” Morris said with a look of doubt in his face.
“Oh?” Sevrin said with a smile. “How do you think we knew to come to you? Just remember the next time you make love to your wife, and you slide your tongue down towards her stomach, and you see the mark of our Lord, that not only does he have his eyes on you,” Sevrin paused for affect, “so do I.” Sevrin smiled. “Good day Morris Decker.”
And with that, Sevrin got into the van and it drove off.
Morris went inside and hugged his son. The applying a few lines of command that as far as Morris could tell, was useless, was a small price to pay for his son’s freedom.
--
Inside the van, Sevrin sat in the back passenger area as the vehicle made its way from Morris Decker’s house. The rest of his men took off their masks, now that they were safe.
“What now?” One of them asked Sevrin.
Sevrin took out the strange metal instrument that he had used on Mandy Decker.
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September 8, 1975
Norfolk Virginia
Morris Decker pushed the button on his automatic garage opener and slid his jet-black, 1968 Mustang into its usual parking spot, right next to his wife’s Ford station wagon. He revved up the engine one last time, while rolling down his window, so he could smell the sweet scent of the exhaust. He had long ago decided that if he was at the point of wanting to kill himself, which of course would never happen, he end it all by breathing in the exhaust of his car. He loved the smell; who didn’t?!
He got his brief case out of his car. It was a special brief case in that it had with-in it, what was at the time, one of the most sophisticated computers in the world. He had it because Morris Decker had a most important job; laying down command codes for the recently renamed Mariner 12 space-craft, Voyager 2.
Although it was a Friday, and most everyone else in the country had the weekend off, Morris didn’t. He would spend the entire weekend, day and night, editing and making sure the command codes were slotted correctly. There will be no time for playing catch with his son Anton. Nor would there be time to see a movie with his wife, which was too bad. The new movie coming out, Jaws, was getting great reviews.
But such was the life of one of NASA’s most important programmers. Morris Decker couldn’t complain because it did pay well, and allowed his wife to continue her own college career. The fact they had even had time to have a child was remarkable. He walked over to the door in the back of the garage that led into the house. He pressed a button on a wall mount and watched the large garage door close slowly.
The walk into the kitchen wasn’t that far from the garage door. Morris, as always, walked into the kitchen and set his brief case on the kitchen table. He sniffed the air, expecting to take in the wonderful aroma of Meatloaf; his wife’s specialty. She had promised to make him on Friday, and Friday had come!
He opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a can of beer, popped it open, and guzzled down several swallows. He wondered where his wife, Mandy, and his son, Anton, were. Figuring they had gone to the store, Morris headed into the bedroom he and wife shared in their modest three bedroom house.
The door slid opened as he turned the knob. And then, right there out of nowhere, reality bit hard: His wife was tied to their bed, and with a gag around his mouth. Two men, on either side of the bed, held shotguns to either side of her head. They wore masks. On the forehead of their masks was a strange symbol. It was a Christian cross, but it was centered inside an upside down, five pointed star.
Suddenly, and without warning, two other men, who were also wearing the strange masks with the strange symbol, grabbed Morris from behind and forced him to the floor at the base of the bed, with his head just high enough to still make eye contact with his wife.
Then a fifth man came in. He was tall, wore a three piece suit, and did not bother wearing a mask. He carried an aurora of arrogance with him, and Morris could sense it even with out hearing the man speak a single work.
“Morris Decker,” the man said. “Your position at NASA, and especially with the Voyager 2 probe, is quite important to me. You’re the man who will decide what kind of the soul this space craft will have.”
“What’s going on?” Morris asked. “Where is my son?”
The man nodded to the men holding the shotguns to Mandy’s head. They put the guns down and then, using knives, they cut all of her clothing off. First her blouse, then her pants, her bra and underwear. She became nervous as she was humiliated in front of the five strangers.
“What are you doing!?” Morris Decker shouted. “Just tell me what you want. I have money in the living room, my wife has jewelry; please don’t do this.”
“We are not barbarians,” the man in the suit said. “My name is Doctor Alexander Sevrin.” Sevrin said. “Do you believe in God Mr. Decker?”
“No!,” Morris replied anxiously. “I am an atheist, so is my wife.”
“Then we have come at the right time,” Sevrin said as he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a pouch. “We have a chance to save your souls.”
“What is it you want?” Morris pleaded as Sevrin took out three syringes as well as a small tube of liquid.
“What is it that I want?” Sevrin asked back to Morris. “I want to save the world from the vile nature it is rooted in. World Wars, Vietnam, oppression of the insignificant, pick your poison. Our world needs to be saved, and I know there is only one person in the universe who can bring us such a miracle: God.”
Sevrin walked over to where Mandy was tied up on the bad and injected her with the syringes of liquid.
“What are you doing to her?” Morris demanded.
“Just preparing her mind and soul,” Sevrin said to Morris in a soft voice. “Before I accept new parishioners, I must prepare the body for the rigorous right of ascension. The shot I gave her is a mixture of mind altering substances and a sedative.”
Morris watched as the intensity in his wife’s eyes began to fade as the shot began to take affect.
Then, after injecting her with the vile, Sevrin pulled a small instrument out of the pouch. He placed it above her navel.
“This will hurt a little,” Sevrin said to Mandy. “But the pain to salvation is worth the blood of innocence.”
And then Sevrin squeezed the small handle that was on the side of the metal instruments. Mandy cried in pain as the object pulled up a small portion of her skin and then literally took a bite. Blood drained out as Mandy cried in paid. Then Sevrin applied some kind of ointment with a small bundled up towel of ice. The mark left on her abdomen, where the device had cut her, was the same symbol that was on the men’s masks.
“Where is my son!?” Morris demanded.
Sevrin nodded at the two men who had been holding the guns and then they began to put another set of clothes on Mandy. It was obvious to Morris that Mandy was completely out of it. Morris had experimented with LSD in the 60s and knew the look in someone’s eyes when they were on a trip.
“If you ever want to see your son alive again, you will do exactly what I tell you,” Sevrin said. “Do you understand me?”
Morris nodded.
“The reason I have put the mark of our Lord on your wife is so that it can be a constant reminder to you that we will always have an eye on you, and your family,” Sevrin said. “If you were to simply disappear it would cause suspicion, and I can’t have that. But since your wife is a female, and thus ours to do with as we wish, I shall use her as the lamb. Since she is your property I can not take her, but I can use her to convey my power over you.”
“What is it you want me to do?” Morris asked. “As I said before, I have money in the living room. You can take my wife’s jewelry!”
One of the men who was wearing a mask, and had left moments before, came back into the bedroom holding Morris’s briefcase.
“As I said,” Sevrin said as he took the briefcase from his assistant and then set it on the edge, “I am not a barbarian. However, if you wish to see your son again, all you have to do is open up that briefcase of yours and do as I say. Once that is done, then I will leave you and your wife, and your son, who is being held inside a van outside, will be let free.”
“Okay,” Morris said. “I’ll do whatever it is you want.”
Morris opened the briefcase and listened to what Sevrin wanted. It was the most strangest demand, but Morris did what was demanded of him. Once the task was done, Sevrin and his men left. And just as he had promised to do, Sevrin opened the backdoor of a van that pulled up, and little Anton ran out of the van and into the arms of his father, Morris.
Sevrin came back over to where Morris was. Morris told his son to go inside.
“If you inform anyone what you did with the command codes,” Sevrin said, “I will return. My followers may not be plentiful, as of yet, but several of them work at NASA. So believe when I tell you, if you try to inform anyone there, or the authorities, I will find out. And if that happens I will return. The next time I return I will do more than just give your wife a scar.”
“You can’t possibly have that much power,” Morris said with a look of doubt in his face.
“Oh?” Sevrin said with a smile. “How do you think we knew to come to you? Just remember the next time you make love to your wife, and you slide your tongue down towards her stomach, and you see the mark of our Lord, that not only does he have his eyes on you,” Sevrin paused for affect, “so do I.” Sevrin smiled. “Good day Morris Decker.”
And with that, Sevrin got into the van and it drove off.
Morris went inside and hugged his son. The applying a few lines of command that as far as Morris could tell, was useless, was a small price to pay for his son’s freedom.
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Inside the van, Sevrin sat in the back passenger area as the vehicle made its way from Morris Decker’s house. The rest of his men took off their masks, now that they were safe.
“What now?” One of them asked Sevrin.
Sevrin took out the strange metal instrument that he had used on Mandy Decker.
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
VULCAN
The planetary tour of Vulcan really amazed Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy. Having served in the military before ending up on the Enterprise, McCoy had been to many places on Earth. Seeing new sights and taking in the sounds that came with them was really nothing new to him.
But an entirely different world, rich with its own beauty and history? That was an entirely new experience, and McCoy was glad that Kirk had invited him to come along.
Spock expertly piloted the sleek-looking Vulcan craft through the atmosphere of the planet. The planet Vulcan was slightly larger than Earth, but with twenty-five percent of surface water. Underneath the arid looking world was a complex string of underground oceans and rivers. So while the planet may have looked like an arid desert, in reality, there was no shortage of water, and the life that came from it. Kirk and McCoy became exited, like two school kids, when two large birds, much like Earth’s pterodactyls, flew alongside the craft. They both took turns taking pictures. Sarek was even kind enough, after instructions on how to use the camera, to take a picture with Kirk and McCoy standing together, with the massive winged creature pretty much taking up the entire view outside the window.
The craft dove toward a large ringed shape mountain range where twelve Volcanoes, the tallest being roughly in the middle, cut a swath of rising and lowering land shapes that defied explanation. Four of the volcanoes were actually active, with a fifth, according to Sarek, preparing to erupt in the near future.
Kirk found Sarek to be most impressive, at first. Spock’s father was quite proud of his world, and made the perfect tour guide. It was when they came over the city of Nar’vey, that Kirk could see a crowd of Vulcans who had gathered at some sort of facility.
“There has to be nearly fifty-thousand down there,” Kirk said, taking a guess at how many Vulcans were gathered below.
“What is that place?” McCoy asked Sarek, upon seeing the gathered throng.
“We Vulcans,” Sarek to McCoy, “follow a strict adherence to the concept of logic. It is our way, and this place, the city of Nar’vey, is where every Vulcan, male and female, will visit to finish the rigorous training that all Vulcans begin when they are children.”
In the two short days they had been on Vulcan, Sarek had already started to call his son by the name of the A.I. that he had merged with. S.P.O.C.K. was now Spock of Vulcan. It was a most interesting situation for all those involved.
“Excuse me,” Kirk said to Sarek, “but how old do Vulcans live to be?”
“Measured on your world,” Sarek said, “the average Vulcan will live to be two-hundred and ten years. In some cases, such as my father, we can live as long as two-hundred and fifty Earth years.”
As Sarek spoke, Kirk could not help but notice that the stoic Vulcan seemed to know more about Earth than just casual information.
“At what age to they come to the city of Nar’vey to finish their training?” McCoy asked.
“What you would call their fiftieth year,” Sarek said. “The final stage into the passage of total logic is to leave our planet and to travel to another world. On this other world they will meditate and find the balance of life on that world and then will bring that experience back to Vulcan, to the city of Nar’vey. Once a Vulcan’s experiences on this other world become one with their Katra, a Vulcan’s living soul, the experiences are passed on inside the Great Hall,” Sarek said pointing at the large structure the crowd was entering.
“Spock, have you done this? Come to the city of Nar’vey?” Kirk asked.
“I was to have come here,” Spock said, “upon returning from the world our two paths crossed on.”
“Spock can not, at this time, go the city of Nar’vey,” Sarek said to Kirk and McCoy. “Due to the circumstances of merging with your artificial being, his Katra has become disrupted. Due to the consequences of his illogical curiosity, Spock can not attain our most prestigious state of mind; the Kolinahr. His time, if it is to come, will be so judged in the future.”
It was at that moment that Captain James T. Kirk could sense the sound of disappointment in Sarek’s voice. Kirk had issues with his own father, most fathers and sons do. But now it appeared as if Spock hadn’t lived up to Sarek’s. It was something that Kirk and Spock had in common with each other.
Kirk could only wonder if Spock was feeling humiliated with his father talking about his son’s failure to achieve Kolinahr. Kirk wished McCoy had just let it go, but he didn’t.
“What do you mean?” McCoy further asked Sarek. “Are you saying that Spock can come back?”
Sarek nodded.
“In twelve of your Earth years,” Sarek said to McCoy, “he can return to the Great Hall. However, because he has failed to achieve Kolinahr today, only his father--” Sarek was saying before Kirk cut in.
“Meaning you,” Kirk said, almost as if to make a point.
“Correct,” Sarek said, “I will have the final say as to whether or not he can achieve Kolinahr. My son has always let his curiosity interfere with his achievements. This is yet another example.”
Again, Kirk thought to himself. Why was Sarek bringing up these issues? Was there something else going on than just a causal tour of Vulcan?
“Then our coming to that world,” McCoy said, “has prevented your son from achieving this Kolinahr.”
“No, Doctor McCoy,” Spock said, “I have upset this day for the reason my father stated.”
“Spock,” Kirk said, “I was there, so was McCoy. You had no idea why we were there. And since you were locked in your meditation, we could have killed you. You acted in self defense when S.P.O.C.K. came too close.”
“No Captain,” Sarek said for Spock, “Spock acted out of an irrational emotion to seek control. These are human ways, not ours. Our ways teach us the exact opposite, Captain Kirk.”
Kirk could see there was no changing Sarek’s mind. But Kirk was really beginning to have issues with Sarek. In one sentence Sarek had taken a swipe at human emotions. It was surprising to hear such frank words.
“Well then,” McCoy said, “if he can’t achieve Kolinahr for another twelve years what will he do?”
“I have been contemplating that question myself,” Sarek said. “I wish for my son to accompany you on your mission, Captain Kirk.”
“What?” Kirk replied.
“These next twelve years must be filled with experiences, and challenges, to prove his mind worthy of the Great Hall. Your ship, where it will go, and the challenge of working along untrained minds, would provide Spock with the kind of challenges he must attain to come back here; back to Nar’vey.”
“Jim,” McCoy said, “having Spock as a crew member would be a wonderful experience for the crew, and his knowledge of what is out here, would provide you with a wealth of data you couldn’t possibly buy.”
“Doctor McCoy is quite logical,” Sarek said to Kirk. “This relationship would not only benefit Spock, it would also benefit you and your world. Perhaps, together, you can find your way and Spock, my son, can find his.”
The craft banked over some hills and then approached the same out-growth of mountains they had taken off from. The Vulcan population had built their homes into the hills and mountains that covered the world. Their power came from harnessing the massive oceans, rivers and streams beneath them. It was an alien way to build, and live, but Kirk could see the advantages.
Spock deftly landed the craft, and soon the doors slid open. Kirk walked along Sarek as they walked through the hatch and down the boarding ramp.
“Spock has told me,” Kirk said, “that he can not interfere with our progress. Won’t his being a crewmember on the Enterprise do just that?”
“He is quite right about non-interference,” Sarek said. “Vulcan belongs to a consortium of other likewise peaceful explorers of space, and this is our Prime edict, directive if you would. We will not interfere with the natural progression of other worlds. However, as these worlds become warp-capable, as Earth is now, there comes a time when new protocols are engaged.”
“How does Earth join this consortium of worlds?” Kirk asked without missing a beat.
“That is a matter we can discuss at our evening meal Captain Kirk,” Sarek said. “I can tell you now, however, that joining our federation of worlds does not come without complications.”
“The Romulans?” Kirk asked pointedly.
“Quite correct,” Sarek replied.
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The planetary tour of Vulcan really amazed Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy. Having served in the military before ending up on the Enterprise, McCoy had been to many places on Earth. Seeing new sights and taking in the sounds that came with them was really nothing new to him.
But an entirely different world, rich with its own beauty and history? That was an entirely new experience, and McCoy was glad that Kirk had invited him to come along.
Spock expertly piloted the sleek-looking Vulcan craft through the atmosphere of the planet. The planet Vulcan was slightly larger than Earth, but with twenty-five percent of surface water. Underneath the arid looking world was a complex string of underground oceans and rivers. So while the planet may have looked like an arid desert, in reality, there was no shortage of water, and the life that came from it. Kirk and McCoy became exited, like two school kids, when two large birds, much like Earth’s pterodactyls, flew alongside the craft. They both took turns taking pictures. Sarek was even kind enough, after instructions on how to use the camera, to take a picture with Kirk and McCoy standing together, with the massive winged creature pretty much taking up the entire view outside the window.
The craft dove toward a large ringed shape mountain range where twelve Volcanoes, the tallest being roughly in the middle, cut a swath of rising and lowering land shapes that defied explanation. Four of the volcanoes were actually active, with a fifth, according to Sarek, preparing to erupt in the near future.
Kirk found Sarek to be most impressive, at first. Spock’s father was quite proud of his world, and made the perfect tour guide. It was when they came over the city of Nar’vey, that Kirk could see a crowd of Vulcans who had gathered at some sort of facility.
“There has to be nearly fifty-thousand down there,” Kirk said, taking a guess at how many Vulcans were gathered below.
“What is that place?” McCoy asked Sarek, upon seeing the gathered throng.
“We Vulcans,” Sarek to McCoy, “follow a strict adherence to the concept of logic. It is our way, and this place, the city of Nar’vey, is where every Vulcan, male and female, will visit to finish the rigorous training that all Vulcans begin when they are children.”
In the two short days they had been on Vulcan, Sarek had already started to call his son by the name of the A.I. that he had merged with. S.P.O.C.K. was now Spock of Vulcan. It was a most interesting situation for all those involved.
“Excuse me,” Kirk said to Sarek, “but how old do Vulcans live to be?”
“Measured on your world,” Sarek said, “the average Vulcan will live to be two-hundred and ten years. In some cases, such as my father, we can live as long as two-hundred and fifty Earth years.”
As Sarek spoke, Kirk could not help but notice that the stoic Vulcan seemed to know more about Earth than just casual information.
“At what age to they come to the city of Nar’vey to finish their training?” McCoy asked.
“What you would call their fiftieth year,” Sarek said. “The final stage into the passage of total logic is to leave our planet and to travel to another world. On this other world they will meditate and find the balance of life on that world and then will bring that experience back to Vulcan, to the city of Nar’vey. Once a Vulcan’s experiences on this other world become one with their Katra, a Vulcan’s living soul, the experiences are passed on inside the Great Hall,” Sarek said pointing at the large structure the crowd was entering.
“Spock, have you done this? Come to the city of Nar’vey?” Kirk asked.
“I was to have come here,” Spock said, “upon returning from the world our two paths crossed on.”
“Spock can not, at this time, go the city of Nar’vey,” Sarek said to Kirk and McCoy. “Due to the circumstances of merging with your artificial being, his Katra has become disrupted. Due to the consequences of his illogical curiosity, Spock can not attain our most prestigious state of mind; the Kolinahr. His time, if it is to come, will be so judged in the future.”
It was at that moment that Captain James T. Kirk could sense the sound of disappointment in Sarek’s voice. Kirk had issues with his own father, most fathers and sons do. But now it appeared as if Spock hadn’t lived up to Sarek’s. It was something that Kirk and Spock had in common with each other.
Kirk could only wonder if Spock was feeling humiliated with his father talking about his son’s failure to achieve Kolinahr. Kirk wished McCoy had just let it go, but he didn’t.
“What do you mean?” McCoy further asked Sarek. “Are you saying that Spock can come back?”
Sarek nodded.
“In twelve of your Earth years,” Sarek said to McCoy, “he can return to the Great Hall. However, because he has failed to achieve Kolinahr today, only his father--” Sarek was saying before Kirk cut in.
“Meaning you,” Kirk said, almost as if to make a point.
“Correct,” Sarek said, “I will have the final say as to whether or not he can achieve Kolinahr. My son has always let his curiosity interfere with his achievements. This is yet another example.”
Again, Kirk thought to himself. Why was Sarek bringing up these issues? Was there something else going on than just a causal tour of Vulcan?
“Then our coming to that world,” McCoy said, “has prevented your son from achieving this Kolinahr.”
“No, Doctor McCoy,” Spock said, “I have upset this day for the reason my father stated.”
“Spock,” Kirk said, “I was there, so was McCoy. You had no idea why we were there. And since you were locked in your meditation, we could have killed you. You acted in self defense when S.P.O.C.K. came too close.”
“No Captain,” Sarek said for Spock, “Spock acted out of an irrational emotion to seek control. These are human ways, not ours. Our ways teach us the exact opposite, Captain Kirk.”
Kirk could see there was no changing Sarek’s mind. But Kirk was really beginning to have issues with Sarek. In one sentence Sarek had taken a swipe at human emotions. It was surprising to hear such frank words.
“Well then,” McCoy said, “if he can’t achieve Kolinahr for another twelve years what will he do?”
“I have been contemplating that question myself,” Sarek said. “I wish for my son to accompany you on your mission, Captain Kirk.”
“What?” Kirk replied.
“These next twelve years must be filled with experiences, and challenges, to prove his mind worthy of the Great Hall. Your ship, where it will go, and the challenge of working along untrained minds, would provide Spock with the kind of challenges he must attain to come back here; back to Nar’vey.”
“Jim,” McCoy said, “having Spock as a crew member would be a wonderful experience for the crew, and his knowledge of what is out here, would provide you with a wealth of data you couldn’t possibly buy.”
“Doctor McCoy is quite logical,” Sarek said to Kirk. “This relationship would not only benefit Spock, it would also benefit you and your world. Perhaps, together, you can find your way and Spock, my son, can find his.”
The craft banked over some hills and then approached the same out-growth of mountains they had taken off from. The Vulcan population had built their homes into the hills and mountains that covered the world. Their power came from harnessing the massive oceans, rivers and streams beneath them. It was an alien way to build, and live, but Kirk could see the advantages.
Spock deftly landed the craft, and soon the doors slid open. Kirk walked along Sarek as they walked through the hatch and down the boarding ramp.
“Spock has told me,” Kirk said, “that he can not interfere with our progress. Won’t his being a crewmember on the Enterprise do just that?”
“He is quite right about non-interference,” Sarek said. “Vulcan belongs to a consortium of other likewise peaceful explorers of space, and this is our Prime edict, directive if you would. We will not interfere with the natural progression of other worlds. However, as these worlds become warp-capable, as Earth is now, there comes a time when new protocols are engaged.”
“How does Earth join this consortium of worlds?” Kirk asked without missing a beat.
“That is a matter we can discuss at our evening meal Captain Kirk,” Sarek said. “I can tell you now, however, that joining our federation of worlds does not come without complications.”
“The Romulans?” Kirk asked pointedly.
“Quite correct,” Sarek replied.
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Pariah
IN MOTION
UNITED SPACE AGENCY; ARCHER ISLAND
William Decker and Colonel Pike walked through a darkened warehouse which was located inside one of the many structures on Archer Island. Decker adjusted his beret that he always wore as Pike turned on a flash light he was holding.
When NASA closed its doors and was absorbed by the UNITED SPACE AGENCY, most of its archival records, as well as old mock-ups of the various probes NASA had constructed the century or so of its existence, were shipped over for a planned museum that had yet to be constructed.
“I bet it’s been years since anyone has been in here,” Col. Pike said.
“Easily,” Decker said. “I was there when we packed it all up and sent it over here. Senator Mitch Williams promised us a museum,” Decker added, “and he has yet to deliver on that promise.”
“So what is it we are looking for?” Pike asked as he listened to his voice echo in the darkness through the vast warehouse.
“In the rush to send this stuff over,” Decker told him, “we sent the Circuit Card Assembly packages as well. If you end up granting my request to find the Voyager 2, I might need some of the old cards to switch out the ones on Voyager.”
“I took your request up the chain,” Pike told Decker. “So far they haven’t gotten back to me. This incident that happened with the Romulans at Neptune is still getting our full attention.”
“Yes yes,” Decker said, “I can see why. This can wait, I hope.”
They found their way towards one of the storage compartments. Various electronic items were spread around. It was clear that some of it had been since used for other programs.
“I didn’t know our folks would still have use for this old stuff,” Pike said. “Incidentally, I was doing some reading. Your great-great grandfather, Morris Decker, was one of the mission specialists for Voyager 2.”
“Yes, he was indeed,” Decker said as he was rummaging through the various boxes of old electronics.
“It must make you proud to be working on the project that he helped bring to life,” Pike said.
“Yes, it does,” Decker said. “He was a great man.”
As Decker was lifting a box his arm brushed passed his beret, knocking it off his head and to the ground where he was standing. Col. Pike was about to retrieve it when…
“No,” Decker said forcible. “I’ll get it!”
Pike was taken aback by the outburst and stood back. Decker walked over, crouched down, and picked up the beret and placed it back on his head.
“Sorry,” Pike said. “I was only going to get it for you.”
“I’m sorry about that outburst,” Decker said, “It was a gift from my mother. She passed away a few years back.”
“I see,” Pike said.
Decker positioned the beret on his head. Making sure it covered the strange scar that, if someone tried to look for, could see. It was a scar in the shape of a five-pointed star with a Christian Cross in the middle.
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After Captain Kirk had made his report, weeks ago, about encountering Gary Mitchell one last time while on the way to Vulcan, Nadya Chekov was placed under arrest and taken into custody by Starfleet Security. The revelation that Chekov was under the influence of a parasite only found on Mars caused a stir. Kirk made it very clear to Colonel Pike that she was not responsible for most of her actions since the moment she had become infected on Mars.
Starfleet’s very own Surgeon General, Beverly Crusher, was tasked with removing the parasite. The operation was quite risky, but the parasite was removed. After three weeks of recovery, Nadya was given a special hearing. Due to the affects of the parasite, and possible interference from Gary Mitchell and/or Khan at the time, all charges against her were dropped in the matter of Ivan’s and his lover’s deaths.
As she opened her eyes, she smiled at the nurse who was busily taking her vitals.
“Well,” the nurse, an elderly woman, said, “if the Doctor says you are as well off as I think you are, you might get to go home.”
“Thank you,” Nadya said with a soft smile.
With her tasks done, the woman left the room.
Nadya thought about her life. She didn’t want to go back home to Russia. She was quite sure her mother would never let her live what had happened down. Her mother had been against Nadya’s joining Starfleet from the start.
With no where else to go she resolved to herself that she would go back to Starfleet and demand to have her career back. The Chekov family never gave up on their dreams.
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United Space Agency Airport; Archer Island.
A large airbus taxied down the runway. Soon it stopped at the main terminal and the passengers began to file off one by one. Several of the men who had been on the flight had found it hard to keep their eyes off the very attractive woman. Even some of the other women found her arousing as well. She was from India, and her beauty was incredible, and her name was ILYA. She sat down on one of the seats inside of the terminal, cognizant of the eyes of the many men that were ogling her. She was used to it; men, no matter where, and no matter their background, were easily distracted by beauty such as hers
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UNITED SPACE AGENCY; ARCHER ISLAND
William Decker and Colonel Pike walked through a darkened warehouse which was located inside one of the many structures on Archer Island. Decker adjusted his beret that he always wore as Pike turned on a flash light he was holding.
When NASA closed its doors and was absorbed by the UNITED SPACE AGENCY, most of its archival records, as well as old mock-ups of the various probes NASA had constructed the century or so of its existence, were shipped over for a planned museum that had yet to be constructed.
“I bet it’s been years since anyone has been in here,” Col. Pike said.
“Easily,” Decker said. “I was there when we packed it all up and sent it over here. Senator Mitch Williams promised us a museum,” Decker added, “and he has yet to deliver on that promise.”
“So what is it we are looking for?” Pike asked as he listened to his voice echo in the darkness through the vast warehouse.
“In the rush to send this stuff over,” Decker told him, “we sent the Circuit Card Assembly packages as well. If you end up granting my request to find the Voyager 2, I might need some of the old cards to switch out the ones on Voyager.”
“I took your request up the chain,” Pike told Decker. “So far they haven’t gotten back to me. This incident that happened with the Romulans at Neptune is still getting our full attention.”
“Yes yes,” Decker said, “I can see why. This can wait, I hope.”
They found their way towards one of the storage compartments. Various electronic items were spread around. It was clear that some of it had been since used for other programs.
“I didn’t know our folks would still have use for this old stuff,” Pike said. “Incidentally, I was doing some reading. Your great-great grandfather, Morris Decker, was one of the mission specialists for Voyager 2.”
“Yes, he was indeed,” Decker said as he was rummaging through the various boxes of old electronics.
“It must make you proud to be working on the project that he helped bring to life,” Pike said.
“Yes, it does,” Decker said. “He was a great man.”
As Decker was lifting a box his arm brushed passed his beret, knocking it off his head and to the ground where he was standing. Col. Pike was about to retrieve it when…
“No,” Decker said forcible. “I’ll get it!”
Pike was taken aback by the outburst and stood back. Decker walked over, crouched down, and picked up the beret and placed it back on his head.
“Sorry,” Pike said. “I was only going to get it for you.”
“I’m sorry about that outburst,” Decker said, “It was a gift from my mother. She passed away a few years back.”
“I see,” Pike said.
Decker positioned the beret on his head. Making sure it covered the strange scar that, if someone tried to look for, could see. It was a scar in the shape of a five-pointed star with a Christian Cross in the middle.
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After Captain Kirk had made his report, weeks ago, about encountering Gary Mitchell one last time while on the way to Vulcan, Nadya Chekov was placed under arrest and taken into custody by Starfleet Security. The revelation that Chekov was under the influence of a parasite only found on Mars caused a stir. Kirk made it very clear to Colonel Pike that she was not responsible for most of her actions since the moment she had become infected on Mars.
Starfleet’s very own Surgeon General, Beverly Crusher, was tasked with removing the parasite. The operation was quite risky, but the parasite was removed. After three weeks of recovery, Nadya was given a special hearing. Due to the affects of the parasite, and possible interference from Gary Mitchell and/or Khan at the time, all charges against her were dropped in the matter of Ivan’s and his lover’s deaths.
As she opened her eyes, she smiled at the nurse who was busily taking her vitals.
“Well,” the nurse, an elderly woman, said, “if the Doctor says you are as well off as I think you are, you might get to go home.”
“Thank you,” Nadya said with a soft smile.
With her tasks done, the woman left the room.
Nadya thought about her life. She didn’t want to go back home to Russia. She was quite sure her mother would never let her live what had happened down. Her mother had been against Nadya’s joining Starfleet from the start.
With no where else to go she resolved to herself that she would go back to Starfleet and demand to have her career back. The Chekov family never gave up on their dreams.
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United Space Agency Airport; Archer Island.
A large airbus taxied down the runway. Soon it stopped at the main terminal and the passengers began to file off one by one. Several of the men who had been on the flight had found it hard to keep their eyes off the very attractive woman. Even some of the other women found her arousing as well. She was from India, and her beauty was incredible, and her name was ILYA. She sat down on one of the seats inside of the terminal, cognizant of the eyes of the many men that were ogling her. She was used to it; men, no matter where, and no matter their background, were easily distracted by beauty such as hers
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“Captain Kirk,” Sarek added. “You are a very ambitious human. Human ambition has always fascinated me.”
Kirk shook his head.
“Sir,” Kirk said to Sarek as they approached the entrance. “How is it you seem to know a lot about humans and our emotions?”
At that moment the entrance to the home opened and a very beautiful woman stood in the entrance wearing a vale. She pulled back the vale to greet them, and then Kirk and McCoy were stunned at what they saw, and when Sarek answered Kirk’s question at the same time.
“I know as much as I do for as you can see,” Sarek said with a pause, “I married one.”
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James T Kirk could not deny a new simple fact in the universe. Sarek was married to, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women in all the cosmos.
Sarek walked past McCoy, and Spock, and stood by his wife.
“I would like to take the pleasure to introduce my wife to the two of you,” Sarek said to Kirk and McCoy. “Amanda,” Sarek said to her, “this is Captain James T. Kirk and Doctor Leonard McCoy of the Earth ship Enterprise.”
The very regal woman stared at the two men with very elegant eyes and long flowing auburn hair, which was woven with a beautiful golden head piece. He angular features gave her a very exotic yet very calm look.
“It is a pleasure to meet you,” McCoy said as he bowed to her.
“Please,” Amanda said to McCoy, “I do wish, nor am I due, such adulation.”
“I beg to differ,” Kirk said to her with a smile. “Ambassador Sarek could not have chosen a more beautiful woman. And seeing that you come from Earth, I am not surprised at all.”
“I’m sorry Captain,” Amanda said with her own smile. “I am not from Earth. I am a Romulan.”
McCoy looked over to Kirk. Neither had been prepared to hear that fact of information.
“Umm,” Kirk said to Sarek, “that is quite interesting.”
“Which is why,” Sarek said to Kirk, “we will have to find away to work around the Prime Directive when considering the Romulans. My son, Spock, is half Vulcan and half Romulan, meaning he is half human as well. His very being on your ship has violated many protocols.”
“So the Romulans are from Earth?” McCoy asked.
“I suggest,” Amanda said to them all, “that we continue this conversation inside. I am quite sure that our visitors are not accustomed to this kind of heat, and the evening meal is ready to serve.”
“Yes,” Sarek said to her, “you are quite logical as always. We shall indeed go inside for the evening meal, and,” Sarek said to Kirk, “during that meal I will discuss with you, Captain Kirk, as much as I can about your world’s place in the galaxy.”
“I would like that very much,” Kirk said to Sarek.
And with that said, Amanda led them all inside the abode had had been built inside the large cavern of the mountain side.
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For nearly an hour Kirk and McCoy were treated to a tour of the large Vulcan home. Amanda was the perfect hostess as she easily took them from room to room. They were shown several different parts of the home, and it was quite clear that Sarek was a well accomplished politician. Most of the scrolls that were on the walls were written in languages that neither Kirk nor McCoy could read. But even with that, it was obvious Sarek was highly thought of.
Finally they all sat around a large dining table that had been forged from a very beautiful rock substance. Smooth to the touch, and rounded at the corners, and also florescent, the table, and serving ware, were the most beautiful that Kirk and McCoy had ever seen.
Amanda disappeared into another room, where the evening meal was being prepared. Spock had joined her as well, to assist. This left Sarek alone with Kirk and McCoy.
“Now,” Sarek told Kirk, as both sipped on a glass of Vulcan wine, “I will tell you about the Romulans.”
“If it makes you uncomfortable, you do not have to do this,” Kirk stated as he too took a sip of the wine.
“Under different circumstances, I would not,” Sarek said, making his point rather clear. “However, your future relations with my son compels me to do so.”
“I see,” Kirk said.
“My people have been visiting your world for nearly two-thousand of your Earth years,” Sarek told them. “Near to your solar system, and as of yet undiscovered by your scientists, is your star’s companion. It is now what you would call a black-hole, however, to us, it is a wormhole.”
“What is a wormhole?” McCoy asked, confused.
“Oh come on Bones,” Kirk said to McCoy. “You don’t know what a wormhole is?”
“Hey, sorry Jim,” McCoy replied, “Astronomy and all that astrophysics stuff went in one ear and out the other.” McCoy fired back to Kirk.
“Well,” Kirk said for Sarek, “it is like a doorway. You walk in on one side, and then appear, perhaps on the other side of the galaxy, instantly.”
“A crude example,” Sarek said, “though acceptable. In any event, Vulcans would come to Earth, back in those times, to achieve Kolinahr. We did so because Earth was one of only a few worlds Vulcan had access to in those times.”
Amanda and Spock returned and sat at their places at the table.
“So,” Kirk said to Sarek, “your people came to Earth for Kolinahr for all those years and never made contact with us?”
“Exactly,” Sarek said. “The human civilization was quite fragile at that time, and even in those times Vulcans followed a non-interference edict. Until it was found out that a comet was going to strike your world. Many of your world’s religions refer to a massive flood; this comet would be the cause of many of those myths.. It was decided that we needed to save your culture without contaminating any possible survivors. With little time available, the Vulcans of that time decided to save roughly ten-thousand humans from the area on your world known as Rome. With most of our resources in that part of the world, the ten-thousand survivors came from there.”
“Are you saying that these Romans became Romulans?” McCoy asked.
“Yes,” Sarek replied. “A large area on Vulcan was set aside for these humans. The reason I find your ambition so interesting Captain is that these Romans also had that same ambition. Within one-hundred of your Earth years, the Romans on Vulcan began to have great impact on Vulcan society. Their human drives, which ran counter to our strive for logic, created a rift. Eventually, five hundred years after we brought them to our world, these Romans rose up and tried to conquer Vulcan.”
“It was in their blood,” Kirk said to Sarek.
“Perhaps,” Sarek agreed. “After two-hundred years of fighting, a compromise was reached. The Romans, who now called themselves Romulans, were allowed to leave Vulcan with much of our technology of that time. They would eventually settle in a star system far from Vulcan, however, closer to Earth.”
“My people were proud,” Amanda added. “You said it was in their blood to conquer; you were right Captain Kirk. The Vulcans believed, and still believe, in IDIC; Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. They believe that it is our diversity, our cosmic diversity to be more precise, that must bring us together as like minded beings. The Romulans have believed, and always have, and perhaps always will, that the strong should rule and the weak shall serve.”
“Which is why,” Spock suddenly said to Kirk, “they covet Earth. The Federation, along with other galactic forces, have forced the Romulans to abide by a universal code to not interfere in the natural progression on all sentient worlds.”
“Now that your world is venturing out into space beyond the confines of your sun,” Sarek added, “The Romulans are no longer restrained by that protocol. Should they want to, they can now conquer their real home world: Earth.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good proposition,” McCoy said softly.
“Nor should it,” Amanda, the Romulan, said. “My people are ruthless warriors Doctor McCoy. They have fought other space faring races, most notably the Klingons and the Cardassians, and have held their own. If they decide to take your world and enslave your populations, they will.”
“Why haven’t they?” Kirk asked. “If we’re such easy targets, why not just rush in and take us out?”
Sarek looked over at one of the walls. There was a noticeable empty segment on the wall where there were no scrolls, no awards, no sign of any accomplishment. Only the lone image of a world occupied the otherwise empty space on the wall. It was as if it as reserved a future time when Sarek could go there, and open relations but had, as of yet, to do so.
“What is that world?” McCoy asked.
“It is really just an approximation, Doctor McCoy. Spock told McCoy. “It is believed to be the home of one of the most powerful races in the entire galaxy.”
“What are they called?” Kirk asked as he stared at the world.
“Borg,” Sarek said. “The Romulans have not come after Earth due to the fact that it is believed that doing so might bring the Borg out of their long dormant state. There has long been a theory that the Borg have an interest in your part of the galaxy and will come to claim it eventually. The Romulans, at the present time, are choosing survival over conquest; quite logical when they want to be. Perhaps that is our lasting influence with them. The Romulans have told me on numerous occasions that they wish to negotiate for domain over that area of the galaxy with the Borg. ”
“Which could never happen,” Amanda added. “You can not negotiate with a species that sees you only as an asset; or not.”
“My mother and I have been debating the ability to communicate with the Borg ever since I was a child.” Spock said. “It is a verbal joust that I fear shows no sign of ending.”
“Why not just walk up and say hello to them?” McCoy added with tinge of humor.
“I am afraid it is more complicated than mere words,” Sarek said. “No world on this side of the galaxy have ever been able to make contact with them. In fact, we do not even know what they look like. What we do know of them has been passed down to us over centuries of conquests they have subjugated through time. They have not returned for nearly sixty of your Earth years, though there are reports coming in that suggest they may have awakened.”
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“Captain Kirk,” Sarek added. “You are a very ambitious human. Human ambition has always fascinated me.”
Kirk shook his head.
“Sir,” Kirk said to Sarek as they approached the entrance. “How is it you seem to know a lot about humans and our emotions?”
At that moment the entrance to the home opened and a very beautiful woman stood in the entrance wearing a vale. She pulled back the vale to greet them, and then Kirk and McCoy were stunned at what they saw, and when Sarek answered Kirk’s question at the same time.
“I know as much as I do for as you can see,” Sarek said with a pause, “I married one.”
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James T Kirk could not deny a new simple fact in the universe. Sarek was married to, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women in all the cosmos.
Sarek walked past McCoy, and Spock, and stood by his wife.
“I would like to take the pleasure to introduce my wife to the two of you,” Sarek said to Kirk and McCoy. “Amanda,” Sarek said to her, “this is Captain James T. Kirk and Doctor Leonard McCoy of the Earth ship Enterprise.”
The very regal woman stared at the two men with very elegant eyes and long flowing auburn hair, which was woven with a beautiful golden head piece. He angular features gave her a very exotic yet very calm look.
“It is a pleasure to meet you,” McCoy said as he bowed to her.
“Please,” Amanda said to McCoy, “I do wish, nor am I due, such adulation.”
“I beg to differ,” Kirk said to her with a smile. “Ambassador Sarek could not have chosen a more beautiful woman. And seeing that you come from Earth, I am not surprised at all.”
“I’m sorry Captain,” Amanda said with her own smile. “I am not from Earth. I am a Romulan.”
McCoy looked over to Kirk. Neither had been prepared to hear that fact of information.
“Umm,” Kirk said to Sarek, “that is quite interesting.”
“Which is why,” Sarek said to Kirk, “we will have to find away to work around the Prime Directive when considering the Romulans. My son, Spock, is half Vulcan and half Romulan, meaning he is half human as well. His very being on your ship has violated many protocols.”
“So the Romulans are from Earth?” McCoy asked.
“I suggest,” Amanda said to them all, “that we continue this conversation inside. I am quite sure that our visitors are not accustomed to this kind of heat, and the evening meal is ready to serve.”
“Yes,” Sarek said to her, “you are quite logical as always. We shall indeed go inside for the evening meal, and,” Sarek said to Kirk, “during that meal I will discuss with you, Captain Kirk, as much as I can about your world’s place in the galaxy.”
“I would like that very much,” Kirk said to Sarek.
And with that said, Amanda led them all inside the abode had had been built inside the large cavern of the mountain side.
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For nearly an hour Kirk and McCoy were treated to a tour of the large Vulcan home. Amanda was the perfect hostess as she easily took them from room to room. They were shown several different parts of the home, and it was quite clear that Sarek was a well accomplished politician. Most of the scrolls that were on the walls were written in languages that neither Kirk nor McCoy could read. But even with that, it was obvious Sarek was highly thought of.
Finally they all sat around a large dining table that had been forged from a very beautiful rock substance. Smooth to the touch, and rounded at the corners, and also florescent, the table, and serving ware, were the most beautiful that Kirk and McCoy had ever seen.
Amanda disappeared into another room, where the evening meal was being prepared. Spock had joined her as well, to assist. This left Sarek alone with Kirk and McCoy.
“Now,” Sarek told Kirk, as both sipped on a glass of Vulcan wine, “I will tell you about the Romulans.”
“If it makes you uncomfortable, you do not have to do this,” Kirk stated as he too took a sip of the wine.
“Under different circumstances, I would not,” Sarek said, making his point rather clear. “However, your future relations with my son compels me to do so.”
“I see,” Kirk said.
“My people have been visiting your world for nearly two-thousand of your Earth years,” Sarek told them. “Near to your solar system, and as of yet undiscovered by your scientists, is your star’s companion. It is now what you would call a black-hole, however, to us, it is a wormhole.”
“What is a wormhole?” McCoy asked, confused.
“Oh come on Bones,” Kirk said to McCoy. “You don’t know what a wormhole is?”
“Hey, sorry Jim,” McCoy replied, “Astronomy and all that astrophysics stuff went in one ear and out the other.” McCoy fired back to Kirk.
“Well,” Kirk said for Sarek, “it is like a doorway. You walk in on one side, and then appear, perhaps on the other side of the galaxy, instantly.”
“A crude example,” Sarek said, “though acceptable. In any event, Vulcans would come to Earth, back in those times, to achieve Kolinahr. We did so because Earth was one of only a few worlds Vulcan had access to in those times.”
Amanda and Spock returned and sat at their places at the table.
“So,” Kirk said to Sarek, “your people came to Earth for Kolinahr for all those years and never made contact with us?”
“Exactly,” Sarek said. “The human civilization was quite fragile at that time, and even in those times Vulcans followed a non-interference edict. Until it was found out that a comet was going to strike your world. Many of your world’s religions refer to a massive flood; this comet would be the cause of many of those myths.. It was decided that we needed to save your culture without contaminating any possible survivors. With little time available, the Vulcans of that time decided to save roughly ten-thousand humans from the area on your world known as Rome. With most of our resources in that part of the world, the ten-thousand survivors came from there.”
“Are you saying that these Romans became Romulans?” McCoy asked.
“Yes,” Sarek replied. “A large area on Vulcan was set aside for these humans. The reason I find your ambition so interesting Captain is that these Romans also had that same ambition. Within one-hundred of your Earth years, the Romans on Vulcan began to have great impact on Vulcan society. Their human drives, which ran counter to our strive for logic, created a rift. Eventually, five hundred years after we brought them to our world, these Romans rose up and tried to conquer Vulcan.”
“It was in their blood,” Kirk said to Sarek.
“Perhaps,” Sarek agreed. “After two-hundred years of fighting, a compromise was reached. The Romans, who now called themselves Romulans, were allowed to leave Vulcan with much of our technology of that time. They would eventually settle in a star system far from Vulcan, however, closer to Earth.”
“My people were proud,” Amanda added. “You said it was in their blood to conquer; you were right Captain Kirk. The Vulcans believed, and still believe, in IDIC; Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. They believe that it is our diversity, our cosmic diversity to be more precise, that must bring us together as like minded beings. The Romulans have believed, and always have, and perhaps always will, that the strong should rule and the weak shall serve.”
“Which is why,” Spock suddenly said to Kirk, “they covet Earth. The Federation, along with other galactic forces, have forced the Romulans to abide by a universal code to not interfere in the natural progression on all sentient worlds.”
“Now that your world is venturing out into space beyond the confines of your sun,” Sarek added, “The Romulans are no longer restrained by that protocol. Should they want to, they can now conquer their real home world: Earth.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good proposition,” McCoy said softly.
“Nor should it,” Amanda, the Romulan, said. “My people are ruthless warriors Doctor McCoy. They have fought other space faring races, most notably the Klingons and the Cardassians, and have held their own. If they decide to take your world and enslave your populations, they will.”
“Why haven’t they?” Kirk asked. “If we’re such easy targets, why not just rush in and take us out?”
Sarek looked over at one of the walls. There was a noticeable empty segment on the wall where there were no scrolls, no awards, no sign of any accomplishment. Only the lone image of a world occupied the otherwise empty space on the wall. It was as if it as reserved a future time when Sarek could go there, and open relations but had, as of yet, to do so.
“What is that world?” McCoy asked.
“It is really just an approximation, Doctor McCoy. Spock told McCoy. “It is believed to be the home of one of the most powerful races in the entire galaxy.”
“What are they called?” Kirk asked as he stared at the world.
“Borg,” Sarek said. “The Romulans have not come after Earth due to the fact that it is believed that doing so might bring the Borg out of their long dormant state. There has long been a theory that the Borg have an interest in your part of the galaxy and will come to claim it eventually. The Romulans, at the present time, are choosing survival over conquest; quite logical when they want to be. Perhaps that is our lasting influence with them. The Romulans have told me on numerous occasions that they wish to negotiate for domain over that area of the galaxy with the Borg. ”
“Which could never happen,” Amanda added. “You can not negotiate with a species that sees you only as an asset; or not.”
“My mother and I have been debating the ability to communicate with the Borg ever since I was a child.” Spock said. “It is a verbal joust that I fear shows no sign of ending.”
“Why not just walk up and say hello to them?” McCoy added with tinge of humor.
“I am afraid it is more complicated than mere words,” Sarek said. “No world on this side of the galaxy have ever been able to make contact with them. In fact, we do not even know what they look like. What we do know of them has been passed down to us over centuries of conquests they have subjugated through time. They have not returned for nearly sixty of your Earth years, though there are reports coming in that suggest they may have awakened.”
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“No world on this side of the galaxy,” Sarek said, “has ever been able to make contact with the Borg. In fact, we do not even know what they look like. What we do know of them has been passed down to us over centuries of conquests they have subjugated through time. They have not returned for nearly sixty of your Earth years, though there are reports coming in that suggest they may have awakened.”
“Do you believe the Borg willl come for Earth?” Kirk asked.
“I can not tell you what the future holds,” Sarek said to Kirk. “However, it is a distinct possibility. Furthermore, it is that very possibility that is keeping the Romulans from coming to your world. To do so might bring the Borg to the Romulan’s current home-world: Romulus.”
Kirk listened and understood the undertones of Sarek’s words. He was pleased that Sarek, Amanda and Spock as well, were up front with their knowledge. Kirk decided to be as up front as they were by playing the one ace he held in his hand that Sarek did not seem to know of as of yet; Gary Mitchell’s unique death and the Neptune incident.
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EPISODE #18
Aboard the Enterprise; Inside Gary Mitchell’s quarters.
Gary Mitchell was on his bed in his quarters. Kirk had ordered him, and the other Primary Bridge officers, to take a two hour rest, at the behest of Doctor McCoy.
And so Gary had come to his quarters. As he sat on his bed, he thought about his life, and where he was, and how he loved his career. His friends were tolerable of his antics, even knowing that he could be an ass at times. But then there were times, alone, when he was scared of himself. And, as he sat in his bed, he was scared.
Gary Mitchell had a new habit, and it was one that worried him. He could take a deck of cards, as he had just done, shuffle them, and then one by one flip them over. That alone was no great task. But being able to know what the cards were before they were revealed?
“Ace of Hearts….ten of spaces…four of diamond…two of clubs…jack of hearts…” and on and on Gary went. And, as he had so many times before, he got them all right.
EPISODE #24
On the planet Mars…
Khan positioned the tweezers over Chekov’s head and then let the tiny creature drop down into Chekov’s ear. She screamed in agony as the creature devoured its way deeper into her ear, the blood from her ear squirting out. And as she screamed in pain she saw the door to the warehouse fly open. It was Gary Mitchell!
The last thing she remembered was the look of pure evil on Gary’s face, and the appearance of his eyes; they were pure white. She lost consciousness.
Khan recognized Mitchell right away.
“Ah,” Khan said with smile, “the great American hero has come to rescue the damsel in distress.”
“You could say something like that,” Gary said in a cold tone.
“Get him,” Khan said to his men.
Ten of Khan’s men rushed Gary Mitchell. But with just a slight movement, Gary waved his right hand and instantly the heads of the men rushing him just seemed to fall off the necks that supported them. While the heads thumped to the ground, the headless bodies collapsed to the ground, the blood from the stump of their necks squirting as they fell to the ground, creating a sea of blood.
EPISODE #40
Aboard Romulan vessel Prey’ftor
Gary followed Gneaus through a passageway and then into another room. Once they were inside the other room, the lights went out and the room was totally dark. A strange electromagnetic energy pattern, like that of tiny lightning bolts, surrounded the entire room. A piercing pain suddenly erupted inside of Gary’s mind. It was a trap!
“What is the meaning of this?” Gary demanded. “This is an act of war!”
“First off,” Gneaus said, “your world will soon be ours. Your pathetic defenses will pose absolutely no threat. What was once ours will be ours again, in time.”
“We’ll see about that,” Gary said with a sadistic smile.
“Oh, we are very aware of your unique abilities Captain Gary Mitchell,” Gneaus said with his own sneering smile. “We know you used your mind and altered the course of that comet that crashed into your world. You should know that you’re not the first of your kind we have encountered. So trust me when I say that this kind of enclosure will contain your power. We will use your unique existence to lure the Omega Particle out of hiding, and then capture it so we can destroy the Borg with it.”
Gary tried to reach out with his mind to kill the Romulan but he couldn’t. All he could do was save his strength and wait for the opportunity to strike. And he would.
LATER GARY WAS PLACED INSIDE A ROMULAN PROBE TO BAIT THE SOUGHT AFTER OMEGA PARTICLE (A PIECE OF GOD PERHAPS?) FROM THE DEPTHS OF NEPTUNE.
As Gary was expelled from the Probe, in what the Romulans hoped would a trap in order to catch what they called the Omega Particle, Gary didn’t die. To be sure, he felt his body instantly dissolve. But it was, as Gary immediately found out, just a vessel for what was inside his soul.
In an instant he had evolved to state of life that he could not describe. Everything in the universe was becoming small; infinitely without substance. Gary, or what had once been Gary Mitchell, could feel his existence being drawn to a special place beyond reality. But as the last light of humanity began to ebb from what he truly was, he willed himself to slow the evolution. Slow it just long enough to where he could make the last desperate acts of a being that had known what it was to be human. He could feel the evil inside him grow, and he wanted to destroy; and so he did.
He saw the face of Khan, who was aboard the Prey’ftor, melt into smeared blood, and even though Gary had no substance, and was no longer human, he still felt pleasure in seeing Khan die at last.
The two Romulan Ships exploded, killing all board. Yet, the Reliant was shunted from the exploding Warbirds, pushed aside as it were, as the Romulan ships exploded and the waves of dispelled energy from Neptune lapped over where the Reliant had been moments before.
EPISODE #42
Inside Kirk’s quarters on the Enterprise
GARY MITCHELL, NOW A GOD LIKE BEING, APPEARED ON THE ENTERPRISE TO FIND ABSOLUTION WITH HIS FRIEND AND TO ADMIT HIS ROLE IN THE KILLING OF KIRK’S SON; DAVID MARCUS
“Listen to me!” Gary said to Kirk, his voice taking on an eerie echoing effect, before returning to normal. “My entire life has been an illusion, Jim. It has only been a façade. Inside of my soul, what ever makes me who I am, there has been the part of something else. Just moments ago I just destroyed two Romulan Warbirds with a simple thought, and saved the Reliant. I did those things Jim, and then I stopped time so that I could come here and say goodbye, and to let you know the truth... the truth about your baby, David Marcus.”
Gary transferred some of memories into Kirk’s mind.
“You killed my son! What about Chekov?” Kirk asked, now with the Gary’s memories of what had happened with Chekov. “She has one of those things inside her, you saw her kill those two men in your mind, and you just let her go on?!”
Suddenly Kirk whirled around, after facing the shelf for a brief second, but now he was holding one of the new phaser-rifles.
Kirk fired the rifle…..
The beam lashed out and struck Gary in the chest and threw him back on to the floor. Kirk had it at a medium setting, but Gary was still able to stand up.
“I am able to destroy things with my mind!” Gary said in laughter. “You are but an ant at my heel now, Jim.”
Kirk felt a strange sensation. He was being lifted off of the ground and then was thrown back and pinned back upon the wall of the room, still holding the phaser-rifle.
Then, behind Gary, Kirk saw something. Spock was quietly standing up from the table. Gary's grip on time was slipping.
Kirk began to feel light-headed. Gary was now choking him with just mere thoughts, as he pinned Kirk against the wall. But Kirk had to hold on. He used his finger to ratchet up the power level of the phaser-rile as he watched Spock quietly move up behind Gary. Spock looked directly at Kirk and sent him a mental imprint.
Kirk aimed the phaser-rifle at what used to be his friend. They had shared so much fun, and drama, through the years and now it all came down to his moment. Kirk pulled the trigger and a beam streaked out and struck the energy being. The screams of thousands, maybe millions, faded and then were gone. The energy being began to fade away as well, and then it too was gone. Gary Mitchell, or what ever he had been, was now dead.
“I killed my friend,” Kirk said.
“You may have saved the entire universe Captain Kirk,” Spock said.
At that moment they all heard the sounds of a baby crying in the next room. Kirk ran through the door and found a baby, in all its innocent charm, on its back giggling. It was David Marcus. Jim ran over and held the baby. Kirk smiled. Somehow, someway, perhaps in his last moment of life, Gary had forgiven Kirk and had given him a miracle.
EPISODE 48
Planet Vulcan
Kirk and McCoy were given a tour of the planet Vulcan and later settled down for dinner at the home of Spock's parents. Sarek, and his Romulan (human) wife, Amanda.
“So,” Kirk said to Sarek, “your people came to Earth for Kolinahr for all those years and never made contact with us?”
“Exactly,” Sarek said. “The human civilization was quite fragile at that time, and even in those times Vulcans followed a non-interference edict. Until it was found out that a comet was going to strike your world. Many of your world’s religions refer to a massive flood; this comet would be the cause of many of those myths.. It was decided that we needed to save your culture without contaminating any possible survivors. With little time available, the Vulcans of that time decided to save roughly ten-thousand humans from the area on your world known as Rome. With most of our resources in that part of the world, the ten-thousand survivors came from there.”
“Are you saying that these Romans became Romulans?” McCoy asked.
“Yes,” Sarek replied. “A large area on Vulcan was set aside for these humans. The reason I find your ambition so interesting Captain is that these Romans also had that same ambition. Within one-hundred of your Earth years, the Romans on Vulcan began to have great impact on Vulcan society. Their human drives, which ran counter to our strive for logic, created a rift. Eventually, five hundred years after we brought them to our world, these Romans rose up and tried to conquer Vulcan.”
“It was in their blood,” Kirk said to Sarek.
“Perhaps,” Sarek agreed. “After two-hundred years of fighting, a compromise was reached. The Romans, who now called themselves Romulans, were allowed to leave Vulcan with much of our technology of that time. They would eventually settle in a star system far from Vulcan, however, closer to Earth.”
COMING SOON
William Decker is not what he appears, and soon he and his cultish followers, including the love of his life, Ilya, will bring a new threat upon Earth; V’gr.
Nadya Chekov returns to Starfleet to reclaim her career as the Enterprise’s navigational officer.
Earth applies to join the Federation. But an epic disaster changes the entire Earth, and threatens its very existence.
STAR TREK; PHASE TWO—V’gr
Continues..
PREVIOUSLY
“No world on this side of the galaxy,” Sarek said, “has ever been able to make contact with the Borg. In fact, we do not even know what they look like. What we do know of them has been passed down to us over centuries of conquests they have subjugated through time. They have not returned for nearly sixty of your Earth years, though there are reports coming in that suggest they may have awakened.”
“Do you believe the Borg willl come for Earth?” Kirk asked.
“I can not tell you what the future holds,” Sarek said to Kirk. “However, it is a distinct possibility. Furthermore, it is that very possibility that is keeping the Romulans from coming to your world. To do so might bring the Borg to the Romulan’s current home-world: Romulus.”
Kirk listened and understood the undertones of Sarek’s words. He was pleased that Sarek, Amanda and Spock as well, were up front with their knowledge. Kirk decided to be as up front as they were by playing the one ace he held in his hand that Sarek did not seem to know of as of yet; Gary Mitchell’s unique death and the Neptune incident.
AUTHOR’s FLASHBACK
EPISODE #18
Aboard the Enterprise; Inside Gary Mitchell’s quarters.
Gary Mitchell was on his bed in his quarters. Kirk had ordered him, and the other Primary Bridge officers, to take a two hour rest, at the behest of Doctor McCoy.
And so Gary had come to his quarters. As he sat on his bed, he thought about his life, and where he was, and how he loved his career. His friends were tolerable of his antics, even knowing that he could be an ass at times. But then there were times, alone, when he was scared of himself. And, as he sat in his bed, he was scared.
Gary Mitchell had a new habit, and it was one that worried him. He could take a deck of cards, as he had just done, shuffle them, and then one by one flip them over. That alone was no great task. But being able to know what the cards were before they were revealed?
“Ace of Hearts….ten of spaces…four of diamond…two of clubs…jack of hearts…” and on and on Gary went. And, as he had so many times before, he got them all right.
EPISODE #24
On the planet Mars…
Khan positioned the tweezers over Chekov’s head and then let the tiny creature drop down into Chekov’s ear. She screamed in agony as the creature devoured its way deeper into her ear, the blood from her ear squirting out. And as she screamed in pain she saw the door to the warehouse fly open. It was Gary Mitchell!
The last thing she remembered was the look of pure evil on Gary’s face, and the appearance of his eyes; they were pure white. She lost consciousness.
Khan recognized Mitchell right away.
“Ah,” Khan said with smile, “the great American hero has come to rescue the damsel in distress.”
“You could say something like that,” Gary said in a cold tone.
“Get him,” Khan said to his men.
Ten of Khan’s men rushed Gary Mitchell. But with just a slight movement, Gary waved his right hand and instantly the heads of the men rushing him just seemed to fall off the necks that supported them. While the heads thumped to the ground, the headless bodies collapsed to the ground, the blood from the stump of their necks squirting as they fell to the ground, creating a sea of blood.
EPISODE #40
Aboard Romulan vessel Prey’ftor
Gary followed Gneaus through a passageway and then into another room. Once they were inside the other room, the lights went out and the room was totally dark. A strange electromagnetic energy pattern, like that of tiny lightning bolts, surrounded the entire room. A piercing pain suddenly erupted inside of Gary’s mind. It was a trap!
“What is the meaning of this?” Gary demanded. “This is an act of war!”
“First off,” Gneaus said, “your world will soon be ours. Your pathetic defenses will pose absolutely no threat. What was once ours will be ours again, in time.”
“We’ll see about that,” Gary said with a sadistic smile.
“Oh, we are very aware of your unique abilities Captain Gary Mitchell,” Gneaus said with his own sneering smile. “We know you used your mind and altered the course of that comet that crashed into your world. You should know that you’re not the first of your kind we have encountered. So trust me when I say that this kind of enclosure will contain your power. We will use your unique existence to lure the Omega Particle out of hiding, and then capture it so we can destroy the Borg with it.”
Gary tried to reach out with his mind to kill the Romulan but he couldn’t. All he could do was save his strength and wait for the opportunity to strike. And he would.
LATER GARY WAS PLACED INSIDE A ROMULAN PROBE TO BAIT THE SOUGHT AFTER OMEGA PARTICLE (A PIECE OF GOD PERHAPS?) FROM THE DEPTHS OF NEPTUNE.
As Gary was expelled from the Probe, in what the Romulans hoped would a trap in order to catch what they called the Omega Particle, Gary didn’t die. To be sure, he felt his body instantly dissolve. But it was, as Gary immediately found out, just a vessel for what was inside his soul.
In an instant he had evolved to state of life that he could not describe. Everything in the universe was becoming small; infinitely without substance. Gary, or what had once been Gary Mitchell, could feel his existence being drawn to a special place beyond reality. But as the last light of humanity began to ebb from what he truly was, he willed himself to slow the evolution. Slow it just long enough to where he could make the last desperate acts of a being that had known what it was to be human. He could feel the evil inside him grow, and he wanted to destroy; and so he did.
He saw the face of Khan, who was aboard the Prey’ftor, melt into smeared blood, and even though Gary had no substance, and was no longer human, he still felt pleasure in seeing Khan die at last.
The two Romulan Ships exploded, killing all board. Yet, the Reliant was shunted from the exploding Warbirds, pushed aside as it were, as the Romulan ships exploded and the waves of dispelled energy from Neptune lapped over where the Reliant had been moments before.
EPISODE #42
Inside Kirk’s quarters on the Enterprise
GARY MITCHELL, NOW A GOD LIKE BEING, APPEARED ON THE ENTERPRISE TO FIND ABSOLUTION WITH HIS FRIEND AND TO ADMIT HIS ROLE IN THE KILLING OF KIRK’S SON; DAVID MARCUS
“Listen to me!” Gary said to Kirk, his voice taking on an eerie echoing effect, before returning to normal. “My entire life has been an illusion, Jim. It has only been a façade. Inside of my soul, what ever makes me who I am, there has been the part of something else. Just moments ago I just destroyed two Romulan Warbirds with a simple thought, and saved the Reliant. I did those things Jim, and then I stopped time so that I could come here and say goodbye, and to let you know the truth... the truth about your baby, David Marcus.”
Gary transferred some of memories into Kirk’s mind.
“You killed my son! What about Chekov?” Kirk asked, now with the Gary’s memories of what had happened with Chekov. “She has one of those things inside her, you saw her kill those two men in your mind, and you just let her go on?!”
Suddenly Kirk whirled around, after facing the shelf for a brief second, but now he was holding one of the new phaser-rifles.
Kirk fired the rifle…..
The beam lashed out and struck Gary in the chest and threw him back on to the floor. Kirk had it at a medium setting, but Gary was still able to stand up.
“I am able to destroy things with my mind!” Gary said in laughter. “You are but an ant at my heel now, Jim.”
Kirk felt a strange sensation. He was being lifted off of the ground and then was thrown back and pinned back upon the wall of the room, still holding the phaser-rifle.
Then, behind Gary, Kirk saw something. Spock was quietly standing up from the table. Gary's grip on time was slipping.
Kirk began to feel light-headed. Gary was now choking him with just mere thoughts, as he pinned Kirk against the wall. But Kirk had to hold on. He used his finger to ratchet up the power level of the phaser-rile as he watched Spock quietly move up behind Gary. Spock looked directly at Kirk and sent him a mental imprint.
Kirk aimed the phaser-rifle at what used to be his friend. They had shared so much fun, and drama, through the years and now it all came down to his moment. Kirk pulled the trigger and a beam streaked out and struck the energy being. The screams of thousands, maybe millions, faded and then were gone. The energy being began to fade away as well, and then it too was gone. Gary Mitchell, or what ever he had been, was now dead.
“I killed my friend,” Kirk said.
“You may have saved the entire universe Captain Kirk,” Spock said.
At that moment they all heard the sounds of a baby crying in the next room. Kirk ran through the door and found a baby, in all its innocent charm, on its back giggling. It was David Marcus. Jim ran over and held the baby. Kirk smiled. Somehow, someway, perhaps in his last moment of life, Gary had forgiven Kirk and had given him a miracle.
EPISODE 48
Planet Vulcan
Kirk and McCoy were given a tour of the planet Vulcan and later settled down for dinner at the home of Spock's parents. Sarek, and his Romulan (human) wife, Amanda.
“So,” Kirk said to Sarek, “your people came to Earth for Kolinahr for all those years and never made contact with us?”
“Exactly,” Sarek said. “The human civilization was quite fragile at that time, and even in those times Vulcans followed a non-interference edict. Until it was found out that a comet was going to strike your world. Many of your world’s religions refer to a massive flood; this comet would be the cause of many of those myths.. It was decided that we needed to save your culture without contaminating any possible survivors. With little time available, the Vulcans of that time decided to save roughly ten-thousand humans from the area on your world known as Rome. With most of our resources in that part of the world, the ten-thousand survivors came from there.”
“Are you saying that these Romans became Romulans?” McCoy asked.
“Yes,” Sarek replied. “A large area on Vulcan was set aside for these humans. The reason I find your ambition so interesting Captain is that these Romans also had that same ambition. Within one-hundred of your Earth years, the Romans on Vulcan began to have great impact on Vulcan society. Their human drives, which ran counter to our strive for logic, created a rift. Eventually, five hundred years after we brought them to our world, these Romans rose up and tried to conquer Vulcan.”
“It was in their blood,” Kirk said to Sarek.
“Perhaps,” Sarek agreed. “After two-hundred years of fighting, a compromise was reached. The Romans, who now called themselves Romulans, were allowed to leave Vulcan with much of our technology of that time. They would eventually settle in a star system far from Vulcan, however, closer to Earth.”
COMING SOON
William Decker is not what he appears, and soon he and his cultish followers, including the love of his life, Ilya, will bring a new threat upon Earth; V’gr.
Nadya Chekov returns to Starfleet to reclaim her career as the Enterprise’s navigational officer.
Earth applies to join the Federation. But an epic disaster changes the entire Earth, and threatens its very existence.
STAR TREK; PHASE TWO—V’gr
Continues..
RobertScorpio
Pariah
The Perfect Home
Previously
Sarek spoke of the mysterious race called Borg.
“Can’t you just open up dialog with them?” McCoy asked.
“I am afraid it is more complicated than mere words,” Sarek said. “No world on this side of the galaxy has ever been able to make contact with them. In fact, we do not even know what they look like. What we do know of them has been passed down to us over centuries of conquests they have subjugated through time. They have not returned for nearly sixty of your Earth years, though there are reports coming in that suggest they may have awakened.”
“Do you believe they will come for Earth?” Kirk asked.
“I can not tell you what the future holds,” Sarek said to Kirk. “However, it is a distinct possibility. Furthermore, it is that very possibility that is keeping the Romulans from coming to your world. To do so might bring the Borg to the Romulan’s current home-world: Romulus.”
Kirk listened and understood the undertones of Sarek’s words. He was pleased that Sarek, Amanda and Spock as well, were up front with their knowledge. Kirk decided to be as up front as they were by playing the one ace he held in his hand that Sarek did not seem to know of as of yet; Gary Mitchell and the Neptune incident.
Our story continues
“Spock,” Kirk said to his new Vulcan friend, “what about Gary? Do you think he figures into his in someway?”
Spock arched an eyebrow, just like his father had earlier.
“An intriguing thought,” Spock replied.
“I am sorry,” Sarek said, “to what are you speaking?”
Kirk explained who Gary Mitchell was to Sarek, and the final meeting between Kirk and Gary aboard the Enterprise just four days prior to arriving at Vulcan. He told of how Gary had become almost possessed with power, and had tried to kill him.
Before anyone else could say anything else, McCoy spoke first.
“I should add that I wend ahead and checked the Captain out,” McCoy said as he sipped on some wine. “According to my medical scans, he is as healhty as he was the moment he entered the Academy.”
“Perhaps I’m fine,” Kirk said to McCoy. “But you never got a chance to scan Gary in my quarters. He had traveled the distance between Earth and Vulcan in the fraction of a second.”
“His appearing in this manner,” Sarek said, “is quite interesting indeed?”
“Yes sir,” Kirk replied. “He seemed to believe he was becoming a God. He claims to have been living a lie as a human, and that in the past couple years, he had been suppressing an unnatural characteristic. I knew Gary most of this life, and when he touched my mind with his, I…”
“Excuse me Kirk,” Sarek said. “He touched your mind? Could you please explain to me what you mean by that?”
“During our confrontation, in order to help try and understand who and what he was, Gary was able to transfer his memories to mine. He spoke of an incident aboard a Romulan vessel in orbit of a planet in Earth’s system. He claimed the Romulans had come there looking for something they called the Omega Particle and that he, Gary, had come from it thousands of years earlier. None of this made any sense, and still doesn't,” Kirk said.
“Fascinating,” Sarek said. “Captain Kirk I wish to ask a question of you in a most personal way.”
“Please do,” Kirk said.
“Vulcans, such as my self and Spock, have an innate ability to telepathically touch another persons mind as well,” Sarek said. “We call it the Vulcan Mind-meld. I would like to touch your mind with mine.”
“Umm,” McCoy said in a concerned tone as he heard Sarek’s request. “Is this the same procedure that Spock used on, well, S.P.O.C.K.? It fused their minds together. Couldn’t this happen to Captain Kirk and you?”
“Sarek,” Amada said to McCoy, “possesses the most disciplined mind on Vulcan. He poses no threat to Captain Kirk; nor does your Captain to Sarek.”
“On the contrary, mother,” Spock said Amanda. “It is quite possible that mean in which Gary Mitchell made contact with Captain Kirk he may have affected the Captain’s mind. I believe a mind-meld, at this time, may pose an element of risk.”
“An element of risk,” Kirk said to them all, “that I am willing to take, Spock, if it will help with trying to explain the Romulan’s future intentions.”
“I can not flaw your logic,” Spock said.
“Indeed,” Sarek added.
McCoy took out his medical Tricorder.
“Can I at least monitor the Captain’s vital signs?” McCoy asked politely.
“By all means,” Sarek said to McCoy. “If you had not asked to do so, I would have become wary of your presence. The fact that you have proves to me that you are worthy companion of not only your Captain, but Spock as well.”
Sarek set his wine glass down and then reached out his boney fingers and placed them on the right side of Kirk’s head. Sarek’s fingers were slightly adjusting where they began to gently apply pressure.
--
Meanwhile; somewhere in the galaxy;
The emptiness of space stretched out in all directions. And then there it was; a massive cloud of plasma-energy. Its appearance was that of a massive cloud, but there were also beads of energy strung across it with out any rhyme or pattern. The size of the massive phenomenon was roughly that of a solar system.
Three alien space ships approached the massive space anomaly. The small force had been sent by a race known as Klingon. The Klingon mission was to study and then destroy the anomaly. Unfortunately, for the Klingons, the entity tat dwelled inside the mysterious cloud construct had a mission as well; perfection.
--
Earth;
San Francisco
The new Hyatt hotel, which had been constructed only three years earlier, was where Wil Decker had leased an apartment. The massive window that looked out across the bay had become damp with mist. It caused the distant city lights to slightly blur, giving the city an almost majestic look. As he stared out the window, loosening the tie around his neck as he did, he felt the warm hands of his life long love, Ilya, reach around him from the back. She pressed her naked body against his and joined him as they both took in the beautiful view of the city and bay beneath them.
“It is so lovely,” Ilya said. She slid around and stood before him and began to unbutton his shirt. “We should make love and look out the window as we do. It will make us feel like Gods.”
Decker smiled. He watched as her slender fingers undid each button of his shirt. Then he watched as she began to remove his belt.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” She asked.
“Yes,” Decker replied. “Colonel Pike was able to get me inside of the old storage warehouse. I was able to find the last of the old circuit cards. He let me take it, under the impression it might help decode Voyager 2’s transmission.”
“He believed you?” Ilya asked as she watched Decker slip out of his slacks, and then, like her, was nude.
Both were totally oblivious to the fact that anyone could see them, both totally nude, had they gazed upon the view in their window.
“Of course he believed me,” Decker said with a smile, as he slid his hands down her back. “I’m the great great grandson of the man who programmed the probe, why wouldn’t he have believed me?”
They kissed passionately.
“They have no idea they handed you the only means to prevent what is to come?” Ilya asked.
“None,” she said.
Decker suddenly got down on his knees and kissed the area right beneath her navel. Then he slid his hand down her leg to the tattoo on her calf, and began to caress the image of a pentagram, with the red colored Christian cross in the middle. As he caressed her tattoo, she found the same symbol as well, but unlike hers, he had been born with, just beneath his thinning hair on his head.
“I am here to serve you,” she said to him. “I am to be the vessel of your glory.”
He took her hands into his, still on his knees, looking up at her. Then he began to pull her to the floor. It had been too long since he had tasted her, and had made love to her. And as every day passed, and the Savior drew closer, he knew that their time of union was coming to an end.
They made passionate love next to the massive window. Fortunately, no one had seen. At first it had just been the innocent love making between to lovers; but then it became far more intent and violent.
--
The battle had not gone well for the Klingon vessels that had come to destroy the cloud. Only one of the Klingon vessels remained, and it was heading away from the strange and now violent cloud of energy. The ship had been damaged and could not attain warp speed. It was now fleeing from the cloud with the best speed it could muster; but it wasn’t fast enough. Then, without warning, a tentacle of energy lashed out from the cloud and struck the last of the Klingon fleet.
The Klingon commander gave one of his final orders, and then a stream of information was transmitted on an ultra high-subspace frequency which had been reserved for such reasons. Then, in true warrior fashion, the Klingon vessel changed course and headed back towards the cloud. Then, from the bowels of the vessel, all of its weapons were fired in one constant barrage!!!....click HERE to see what happens next
Previously
Sarek spoke of the mysterious race called Borg.
“Can’t you just open up dialog with them?” McCoy asked.
“I am afraid it is more complicated than mere words,” Sarek said. “No world on this side of the galaxy has ever been able to make contact with them. In fact, we do not even know what they look like. What we do know of them has been passed down to us over centuries of conquests they have subjugated through time. They have not returned for nearly sixty of your Earth years, though there are reports coming in that suggest they may have awakened.”
“Do you believe they will come for Earth?” Kirk asked.
“I can not tell you what the future holds,” Sarek said to Kirk. “However, it is a distinct possibility. Furthermore, it is that very possibility that is keeping the Romulans from coming to your world. To do so might bring the Borg to the Romulan’s current home-world: Romulus.”
Kirk listened and understood the undertones of Sarek’s words. He was pleased that Sarek, Amanda and Spock as well, were up front with their knowledge. Kirk decided to be as up front as they were by playing the one ace he held in his hand that Sarek did not seem to know of as of yet; Gary Mitchell and the Neptune incident.
Our story continues
“Spock,” Kirk said to his new Vulcan friend, “what about Gary? Do you think he figures into his in someway?”
Spock arched an eyebrow, just like his father had earlier.
“An intriguing thought,” Spock replied.
“I am sorry,” Sarek said, “to what are you speaking?”
Kirk explained who Gary Mitchell was to Sarek, and the final meeting between Kirk and Gary aboard the Enterprise just four days prior to arriving at Vulcan. He told of how Gary had become almost possessed with power, and had tried to kill him.
Before anyone else could say anything else, McCoy spoke first.
“I should add that I wend ahead and checked the Captain out,” McCoy said as he sipped on some wine. “According to my medical scans, he is as healhty as he was the moment he entered the Academy.”
“Perhaps I’m fine,” Kirk said to McCoy. “But you never got a chance to scan Gary in my quarters. He had traveled the distance between Earth and Vulcan in the fraction of a second.”
“His appearing in this manner,” Sarek said, “is quite interesting indeed?”
“Yes sir,” Kirk replied. “He seemed to believe he was becoming a God. He claims to have been living a lie as a human, and that in the past couple years, he had been suppressing an unnatural characteristic. I knew Gary most of this life, and when he touched my mind with his, I…”
“Excuse me Kirk,” Sarek said. “He touched your mind? Could you please explain to me what you mean by that?”
“During our confrontation, in order to help try and understand who and what he was, Gary was able to transfer his memories to mine. He spoke of an incident aboard a Romulan vessel in orbit of a planet in Earth’s system. He claimed the Romulans had come there looking for something they called the Omega Particle and that he, Gary, had come from it thousands of years earlier. None of this made any sense, and still doesn't,” Kirk said.
“Fascinating,” Sarek said. “Captain Kirk I wish to ask a question of you in a most personal way.”
“Please do,” Kirk said.
“Vulcans, such as my self and Spock, have an innate ability to telepathically touch another persons mind as well,” Sarek said. “We call it the Vulcan Mind-meld. I would like to touch your mind with mine.”
“Umm,” McCoy said in a concerned tone as he heard Sarek’s request. “Is this the same procedure that Spock used on, well, S.P.O.C.K.? It fused their minds together. Couldn’t this happen to Captain Kirk and you?”
“Sarek,” Amada said to McCoy, “possesses the most disciplined mind on Vulcan. He poses no threat to Captain Kirk; nor does your Captain to Sarek.”
“On the contrary, mother,” Spock said Amanda. “It is quite possible that mean in which Gary Mitchell made contact with Captain Kirk he may have affected the Captain’s mind. I believe a mind-meld, at this time, may pose an element of risk.”
“An element of risk,” Kirk said to them all, “that I am willing to take, Spock, if it will help with trying to explain the Romulan’s future intentions.”
“I can not flaw your logic,” Spock said.
“Indeed,” Sarek added.
McCoy took out his medical Tricorder.
“Can I at least monitor the Captain’s vital signs?” McCoy asked politely.
“By all means,” Sarek said to McCoy. “If you had not asked to do so, I would have become wary of your presence. The fact that you have proves to me that you are worthy companion of not only your Captain, but Spock as well.”
Sarek set his wine glass down and then reached out his boney fingers and placed them on the right side of Kirk’s head. Sarek’s fingers were slightly adjusting where they began to gently apply pressure.
--
Meanwhile; somewhere in the galaxy;
The emptiness of space stretched out in all directions. And then there it was; a massive cloud of plasma-energy. Its appearance was that of a massive cloud, but there were also beads of energy strung across it with out any rhyme or pattern. The size of the massive phenomenon was roughly that of a solar system.
Three alien space ships approached the massive space anomaly. The small force had been sent by a race known as Klingon. The Klingon mission was to study and then destroy the anomaly. Unfortunately, for the Klingons, the entity tat dwelled inside the mysterious cloud construct had a mission as well; perfection.
--
Earth;
San Francisco
The new Hyatt hotel, which had been constructed only three years earlier, was where Wil Decker had leased an apartment. The massive window that looked out across the bay had become damp with mist. It caused the distant city lights to slightly blur, giving the city an almost majestic look. As he stared out the window, loosening the tie around his neck as he did, he felt the warm hands of his life long love, Ilya, reach around him from the back. She pressed her naked body against his and joined him as they both took in the beautiful view of the city and bay beneath them.
“It is so lovely,” Ilya said. She slid around and stood before him and began to unbutton his shirt. “We should make love and look out the window as we do. It will make us feel like Gods.”
Decker smiled. He watched as her slender fingers undid each button of his shirt. Then he watched as she began to remove his belt.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” She asked.
“Yes,” Decker replied. “Colonel Pike was able to get me inside of the old storage warehouse. I was able to find the last of the old circuit cards. He let me take it, under the impression it might help decode Voyager 2’s transmission.”
“He believed you?” Ilya asked as she watched Decker slip out of his slacks, and then, like her, was nude.
Both were totally oblivious to the fact that anyone could see them, both totally nude, had they gazed upon the view in their window.
“Of course he believed me,” Decker said with a smile, as he slid his hands down her back. “I’m the great great grandson of the man who programmed the probe, why wouldn’t he have believed me?”
They kissed passionately.
“They have no idea they handed you the only means to prevent what is to come?” Ilya asked.
“None,” she said.
Decker suddenly got down on his knees and kissed the area right beneath her navel. Then he slid his hand down her leg to the tattoo on her calf, and began to caress the image of a pentagram, with the red colored Christian cross in the middle. As he caressed her tattoo, she found the same symbol as well, but unlike hers, he had been born with, just beneath his thinning hair on his head.
“I am here to serve you,” she said to him. “I am to be the vessel of your glory.”
He took her hands into his, still on his knees, looking up at her. Then he began to pull her to the floor. It had been too long since he had tasted her, and had made love to her. And as every day passed, and the Savior drew closer, he knew that their time of union was coming to an end.
They made passionate love next to the massive window. Fortunately, no one had seen. At first it had just been the innocent love making between to lovers; but then it became far more intent and violent.
--
The battle had not gone well for the Klingon vessels that had come to destroy the cloud. Only one of the Klingon vessels remained, and it was heading away from the strange and now violent cloud of energy. The ship had been damaged and could not attain warp speed. It was now fleeing from the cloud with the best speed it could muster; but it wasn’t fast enough. Then, without warning, a tentacle of energy lashed out from the cloud and struck the last of the Klingon fleet.
The Klingon commander gave one of his final orders, and then a stream of information was transmitted on an ultra high-subspace frequency which had been reserved for such reasons. Then, in true warrior fashion, the Klingon vessel changed course and headed back towards the cloud. Then, from the bowels of the vessel, all of its weapons were fired in one constant barrage!!!....click HERE to see what happens next
RobertScorpio
Pariah
A Life Story
The "modern" events of STAR TREK PHASE TWO take place in the mid 2050s.
Planet Vulcan
The cavernous home of Sarek and Amanda
The evening meal had since been taken from the table, and McCoy, Spock, and Amanda, watched as Sarek and Kirk were in the early stages of a mind-meld. The lights inside the massive dining area were lowered to a faint glow. Sarek spoke to himself, using Vulcan words that the Universal Translator could not recognize.
“What is happening?” McCoy asked Spock with as soft whisper. “What is a Vulcan mind-meld?” McCoy asked Spock.
“To enter another’s mind is not a simple task,” Spock told McCoy. “The mind has layers upon layers of levels that the mind-meld must traverse. The mind-meld creates a path to do just that.”
Doctor McCoy used his medical Tricorder to monitor Captain Kirk’s vital signs as Sarek initiated the mind-meld.
“And you’re perfectly sure,” McCoy asked Spock, “that his will have no ill affect on Jim?”
“I assure you,” Amanda, Sarek’s Romulan (Human) wife said to McCoy, “that the mind-meld poses no threat to your captain; tell him, Spock.”
“The Vulcan mind-meld,” Spock said to McCoy, “is a deep and personal connection between the two minds. My father will literally be able to call up the memories and experiences of the Captain.”
“Will Jim feel any pain?” McCoy asked Spock.
“Negative,” Spock said. “Each person will experience a mind-meld in their own way, and their mind will catalog the sensations in its own unique way.”
As McCoy, Spock and Amanda continued their discussion, McCoy continued to monitor Kirk’s vitals. Kirk was still, in fact, sitting next to McCoy as Sarek, who sat on the other side of Kirk, continued with the mind-meld. McCoy adjusted his seat so he could keep tabs on both men.
--
From James T. Kirk’s perspective, he was no longer on the planet Vulcan. Even his ears could not ‘detect’ the sounds of reality. He could still hear, but what he was sensing was the sound of an ocean. The sound of soft waves coming into the shore, one by one, made him feel at ease. As the crescendo of the waves rising and then falling became more pronounced, Kirk lost all touch with reality.
Suddenly he saw images flash past his existence. The first image he saw was darkness, and then, a bright light. He could hear the sounds of a woman crying, who he immediately recognize as his mother. Kirk had just experienced his own birth. He felt the soft swat on his behind as the birthing doctor encouraged his lungs to breath. The doctor bore a strange likeness; he looked exactly like Sarek, Spock’s father.
Sarek looked down at Kirk as he set him down on the soft blanket wrap.
“We are inside your mind,” the doctor, Sarek, his voice echoing upon the plains of forever, told the baby Kirk. “I am sorry if I swatted your behind a little more harder than you might have remembered; it was my first attempt at doing so.”
Even though Kirk was just a baby in the memory, he could still discern what was happening all around him because it was an actual memory that, over time, had disappeared behind the fog of life. They zoomed forward to when Kirk’s brother, Sam, had hit Kirk, quite by accident, with a baseball bat, while playing ball. It was the source of the light scar on Kirk’s forehead.
The sound of the ocean waves’ crescendo came again, and then several more images flashed by, with Sarek taking on the role of someone inside of the memory. Sarek had become Kirk’s father, Kirk’s brother, Kirk’s teacher. Sarek also became Colonel Pike’s daughter. Kirk and the young lady, who was now a strange combination of both Sarek and the girl, were entering the bathroom stall where, if the memory were to have played out, they would have made passionate love.
“I don’t think we want to go there,” Kirk insisted to Sarek
“As you wish,” Sarek agreed.
Then, one by one, images of the past continued. The joys of life, and the sorrows as well. Seeing David die, and then to be with him again, brought on a tide of emotions to Kirk. To Sarek, they were just the memories of another person’s life. He took no interest from them. Though it did suggest to Sarek that Kirk was a man who held deep convictions of loyalty, and friendship. The images of friendship between Kirk and Gary Mitchell were undeniable.
Finally the moment, memory, came. It was the moment when Gary Mitchell had passed his memories on to Kirk. But Mitchell had not only passed on the memories of his existence to Kirk, but also a piece of what ever Gary had become. And it was that fragment of existence that Sarek had entered Kirk’s mind to find; a piece of what the Romulans called the Omega Particle. As Sarek pressed the mind-meld deeper to connect with the strange remnant of existence, Kirk began to feel pain; in reality
--
McCoy showed Spock his Tricorder.
“There is undeniable stress happening,” Spock told his mother.
“Captain Kirk’s mind seems to be rebelling against Sarek’s presence.”
“Is that normal?” McCoy asked.
“No Doctor,” Spock replied, “it is not.”
“I wouldn’t be too concerned,” Amanda told McCoy. “If my husband should want to, he can break the mind-meld at any moment.”
Suddenly Kirk’s body rocked with a spasm. Sarek maintained his grip on the right side of Kirk’s head. And then, suddenly, Sarek’s body was rocked by a spasm.
“What’s happening Spock,” McCoy asked. “Is there someway we can break the mind-meld?”
“Doing so could pose a health concern to both,” Spock replied.
“Spock,” Amanda said, “you may have to join them.”
“What?” McCoy asked.
“Spock can enter the mind-meld and then act as an anchor and break the meld,” Amanda said in a hurried manner.
“Do it Spock,” McCoy insisted. “The stress on Kirk’s mind could kill him!”
Spock reached out his hand right hand and placed it on the left side of Kirk’s head. Spock acted as swiftly as he could; for he knew that both men, Sarek and Kirk, were facing death unless the mind-meld was broken. Spock had never known a mind-meld to become complicated such as this one had. And Amanda’s earlier contention that Sarek had the most discipline mind on Vulcan was no idle boast; it was a fact. It was proof enough to Spock that whatever was inside of Kirk’s mind could pose a threat to all three of them. But Spock had to try; he had to save them both!
--
Earth
William Decker’s suite in downtown San Francisco
Decker and Ilya were awake as they shared the silence that came after making love. The blanket of the bed they shared were twisted upon the bed, visual evidence that they had shared passion love; aggressive in its entirety.
Ilya, with her head resting on Decker’s chest, gently traced her fingers across his chest, down the length of his torso, and then back.
“Tell me the story again; your story?” Ilya asked him.
“I have told you the story of my life before,” Decker said with a soft chuckle. “Why do you keep having me to tell you it whenever we are together like this?”
“It is a beautiful story,” she protested. “And you tell it well.”
“Alright,” he said as he kissed the top of her head.
He told her how he was born to two great parents. He was raised in the country of England where he received a most proper education. His parents had come to England from America. His great great grandfather, Morris Decker, was one of the early computer programmers with NASA. His sons, and then their sons, followed him into the profession, and all had worked with NASA at one time, down through the years.
But, unknown to Ilya, the story was a complete lie; and William knew it. He had rehearsed the story from the moment he was old enough to be taught. The circumstances of his very being were complex.
FLASHBACK; 1975
The home of Morris Decker.
Morris Decker could only watch in horror as Dr. Sevrin and his men continued their forced entry into his home.
“What do you want?” Morris pleaded, as he was held down by Sevrin’s men, and as his other men forcibly held Morris’s wife, Mandy, naked and tied down to the bed.
“What is it that I want?” Sevrin asked back to Morris. “I want to save the world from the vile nature it is rooted in. World Wars, Vietnam, oppression of the insignificant, pick your poison. Our world needs to be saved, and I know there is only one person in the universe that will bring us such a miracle: God. You will be the father of this movement.”
Sevrin walked over to where Mandy was tied up on the bad and injected her with three syringes of liquid.
“What are you doing to her?” Morris demanded.
“Just preparing her mind and soul,” Sevrin said to Morris in a soft voice. “Before I accept new parishioners, I must prepare the body for the rigorous right of ascension. The shot I gave her is a mixture of mind altering substances and a sedative.”
Morris watched as the intensity in his wife’s eyes began to fade as the shot began to take affect.
Then, after injecting her with the vile, Sevrin pulled a small instrument out of the pouch. He placed it above her navel.
“This will hurt a little,” Sevrin said to Mandy. “But the path to salvation is worth the blood of innocence.”
And then Sevrin squeezed the small handle that was on the side of the metal instruments. Mandy cried in pain as the object pulled up a small portion of her skin and then literally took a bite. Blood drained out as Mandy cried in pain. Then Sevrin applied some kind of ointment with a small bundled up towel of ice. The mark left on her abdomen, where the device had cut her, was the same symbol that was on the men’s masks.
Unknown to Morris, the device now contained ovum, drawn directly from Mandy’s ovaries. A sample of Morris Decker’s DNA, taken from the blood he had given at a local blood drive, was also in the possession of Sevrin. The blood drive was done totally for Decker’s benefit. The rest of the donated blood was dumped into a local river bed. Only Morris’ blood was kept.
Morris would eventually make the program corrections to the Voyager-2 probe that Sevrin had told him to make, under the threat of killing Morris’s five year old son. And, at a designated point in the future, the stolen ovum and DNA would be used to re-create Morris Decker. This future clone, who would be named William Decker, would await the return of the God that Sevrin believed in.
--
Decker, holding Ilya in his arms, continued to tell her the fake story of his fake storybook life that he had told Ilya all these years they had been together. In actuality her parents were descendants of devout followers of the Cult that Sevrin had created in the 1960s while they were living in India.
Ilya’s own parents willingly gave their daughter, after she was branded with the Cult’s symbol on her seventh year of life, to the Cult so she would become the eventual sexual companion of Decker when she reached the proper age. Sevrin, who saw the cloned Morris Decker, Although Sevrin had died three decades before William Decker was created, he made it known to his disciples that William Decker, as a messiah like figure, had to be content in all aspects of life, including sexuality, and more importantly, the belief that men had to dominate not only the world, but the women in their lives; completely.
Click here to continued with the strange story of William Decker
The "modern" events of STAR TREK PHASE TWO take place in the mid 2050s.
Planet Vulcan
The cavernous home of Sarek and Amanda
The evening meal had since been taken from the table, and McCoy, Spock, and Amanda, watched as Sarek and Kirk were in the early stages of a mind-meld. The lights inside the massive dining area were lowered to a faint glow. Sarek spoke to himself, using Vulcan words that the Universal Translator could not recognize.
“What is happening?” McCoy asked Spock with as soft whisper. “What is a Vulcan mind-meld?” McCoy asked Spock.
“To enter another’s mind is not a simple task,” Spock told McCoy. “The mind has layers upon layers of levels that the mind-meld must traverse. The mind-meld creates a path to do just that.”
Doctor McCoy used his medical Tricorder to monitor Captain Kirk’s vital signs as Sarek initiated the mind-meld.
“And you’re perfectly sure,” McCoy asked Spock, “that his will have no ill affect on Jim?”
“I assure you,” Amanda, Sarek’s Romulan (Human) wife said to McCoy, “that the mind-meld poses no threat to your captain; tell him, Spock.”
“The Vulcan mind-meld,” Spock said to McCoy, “is a deep and personal connection between the two minds. My father will literally be able to call up the memories and experiences of the Captain.”
“Will Jim feel any pain?” McCoy asked Spock.
“Negative,” Spock said. “Each person will experience a mind-meld in their own way, and their mind will catalog the sensations in its own unique way.”
As McCoy, Spock and Amanda continued their discussion, McCoy continued to monitor Kirk’s vitals. Kirk was still, in fact, sitting next to McCoy as Sarek, who sat on the other side of Kirk, continued with the mind-meld. McCoy adjusted his seat so he could keep tabs on both men.
--
From James T. Kirk’s perspective, he was no longer on the planet Vulcan. Even his ears could not ‘detect’ the sounds of reality. He could still hear, but what he was sensing was the sound of an ocean. The sound of soft waves coming into the shore, one by one, made him feel at ease. As the crescendo of the waves rising and then falling became more pronounced, Kirk lost all touch with reality.
Suddenly he saw images flash past his existence. The first image he saw was darkness, and then, a bright light. He could hear the sounds of a woman crying, who he immediately recognize as his mother. Kirk had just experienced his own birth. He felt the soft swat on his behind as the birthing doctor encouraged his lungs to breath. The doctor bore a strange likeness; he looked exactly like Sarek, Spock’s father.
Sarek looked down at Kirk as he set him down on the soft blanket wrap.
“We are inside your mind,” the doctor, Sarek, his voice echoing upon the plains of forever, told the baby Kirk. “I am sorry if I swatted your behind a little more harder than you might have remembered; it was my first attempt at doing so.”
Even though Kirk was just a baby in the memory, he could still discern what was happening all around him because it was an actual memory that, over time, had disappeared behind the fog of life. They zoomed forward to when Kirk’s brother, Sam, had hit Kirk, quite by accident, with a baseball bat, while playing ball. It was the source of the light scar on Kirk’s forehead.
The sound of the ocean waves’ crescendo came again, and then several more images flashed by, with Sarek taking on the role of someone inside of the memory. Sarek had become Kirk’s father, Kirk’s brother, Kirk’s teacher. Sarek also became Colonel Pike’s daughter. Kirk and the young lady, who was now a strange combination of both Sarek and the girl, were entering the bathroom stall where, if the memory were to have played out, they would have made passionate love.
“I don’t think we want to go there,” Kirk insisted to Sarek
“As you wish,” Sarek agreed.
Then, one by one, images of the past continued. The joys of life, and the sorrows as well. Seeing David die, and then to be with him again, brought on a tide of emotions to Kirk. To Sarek, they were just the memories of another person’s life. He took no interest from them. Though it did suggest to Sarek that Kirk was a man who held deep convictions of loyalty, and friendship. The images of friendship between Kirk and Gary Mitchell were undeniable.
Finally the moment, memory, came. It was the moment when Gary Mitchell had passed his memories on to Kirk. But Mitchell had not only passed on the memories of his existence to Kirk, but also a piece of what ever Gary had become. And it was that fragment of existence that Sarek had entered Kirk’s mind to find; a piece of what the Romulans called the Omega Particle. As Sarek pressed the mind-meld deeper to connect with the strange remnant of existence, Kirk began to feel pain; in reality
--
McCoy showed Spock his Tricorder.
“There is undeniable stress happening,” Spock told his mother.
“Captain Kirk’s mind seems to be rebelling against Sarek’s presence.”
“Is that normal?” McCoy asked.
“No Doctor,” Spock replied, “it is not.”
“I wouldn’t be too concerned,” Amanda told McCoy. “If my husband should want to, he can break the mind-meld at any moment.”
Suddenly Kirk’s body rocked with a spasm. Sarek maintained his grip on the right side of Kirk’s head. And then, suddenly, Sarek’s body was rocked by a spasm.
“What’s happening Spock,” McCoy asked. “Is there someway we can break the mind-meld?”
“Doing so could pose a health concern to both,” Spock replied.
“Spock,” Amanda said, “you may have to join them.”
“What?” McCoy asked.
“Spock can enter the mind-meld and then act as an anchor and break the meld,” Amanda said in a hurried manner.
“Do it Spock,” McCoy insisted. “The stress on Kirk’s mind could kill him!”
Spock reached out his hand right hand and placed it on the left side of Kirk’s head. Spock acted as swiftly as he could; for he knew that both men, Sarek and Kirk, were facing death unless the mind-meld was broken. Spock had never known a mind-meld to become complicated such as this one had. And Amanda’s earlier contention that Sarek had the most discipline mind on Vulcan was no idle boast; it was a fact. It was proof enough to Spock that whatever was inside of Kirk’s mind could pose a threat to all three of them. But Spock had to try; he had to save them both!
--
Earth
William Decker’s suite in downtown San Francisco
Decker and Ilya were awake as they shared the silence that came after making love. The blanket of the bed they shared were twisted upon the bed, visual evidence that they had shared passion love; aggressive in its entirety.
Ilya, with her head resting on Decker’s chest, gently traced her fingers across his chest, down the length of his torso, and then back.
“Tell me the story again; your story?” Ilya asked him.
“I have told you the story of my life before,” Decker said with a soft chuckle. “Why do you keep having me to tell you it whenever we are together like this?”
“It is a beautiful story,” she protested. “And you tell it well.”
“Alright,” he said as he kissed the top of her head.
He told her how he was born to two great parents. He was raised in the country of England where he received a most proper education. His parents had come to England from America. His great great grandfather, Morris Decker, was one of the early computer programmers with NASA. His sons, and then their sons, followed him into the profession, and all had worked with NASA at one time, down through the years.
But, unknown to Ilya, the story was a complete lie; and William knew it. He had rehearsed the story from the moment he was old enough to be taught. The circumstances of his very being were complex.
FLASHBACK; 1975
The home of Morris Decker.
Morris Decker could only watch in horror as Dr. Sevrin and his men continued their forced entry into his home.
“What do you want?” Morris pleaded, as he was held down by Sevrin’s men, and as his other men forcibly held Morris’s wife, Mandy, naked and tied down to the bed.
“What is it that I want?” Sevrin asked back to Morris. “I want to save the world from the vile nature it is rooted in. World Wars, Vietnam, oppression of the insignificant, pick your poison. Our world needs to be saved, and I know there is only one person in the universe that will bring us such a miracle: God. You will be the father of this movement.”
Sevrin walked over to where Mandy was tied up on the bad and injected her with three syringes of liquid.
“What are you doing to her?” Morris demanded.
“Just preparing her mind and soul,” Sevrin said to Morris in a soft voice. “Before I accept new parishioners, I must prepare the body for the rigorous right of ascension. The shot I gave her is a mixture of mind altering substances and a sedative.”
Morris watched as the intensity in his wife’s eyes began to fade as the shot began to take affect.
Then, after injecting her with the vile, Sevrin pulled a small instrument out of the pouch. He placed it above her navel.
“This will hurt a little,” Sevrin said to Mandy. “But the path to salvation is worth the blood of innocence.”
And then Sevrin squeezed the small handle that was on the side of the metal instruments. Mandy cried in pain as the object pulled up a small portion of her skin and then literally took a bite. Blood drained out as Mandy cried in pain. Then Sevrin applied some kind of ointment with a small bundled up towel of ice. The mark left on her abdomen, where the device had cut her, was the same symbol that was on the men’s masks.
Unknown to Morris, the device now contained ovum, drawn directly from Mandy’s ovaries. A sample of Morris Decker’s DNA, taken from the blood he had given at a local blood drive, was also in the possession of Sevrin. The blood drive was done totally for Decker’s benefit. The rest of the donated blood was dumped into a local river bed. Only Morris’ blood was kept.
Morris would eventually make the program corrections to the Voyager-2 probe that Sevrin had told him to make, under the threat of killing Morris’s five year old son. And, at a designated point in the future, the stolen ovum and DNA would be used to re-create Morris Decker. This future clone, who would be named William Decker, would await the return of the God that Sevrin believed in.
--
Decker, holding Ilya in his arms, continued to tell her the fake story of his fake storybook life that he had told Ilya all these years they had been together. In actuality her parents were descendants of devout followers of the Cult that Sevrin had created in the 1960s while they were living in India.
Ilya’s own parents willingly gave their daughter, after she was branded with the Cult’s symbol on her seventh year of life, to the Cult so she would become the eventual sexual companion of Decker when she reached the proper age. Sevrin, who saw the cloned Morris Decker, Although Sevrin had died three decades before William Decker was created, he made it known to his disciples that William Decker, as a messiah like figure, had to be content in all aspects of life, including sexuality, and more importantly, the belief that men had to dominate not only the world, but the women in their lives; completely.
Click here to continued with the strange story of William Decker
RobertScorpio
Pariah
TOUCH OF LIFE
James T. Kirk found himself looking out over a giant valley below the mountain side he stood upon. In the distance he could see the shoreline of a reddish hued ocean. It was morning on the strange alien world, as the world’s star begin to kiss the horizon in the distance. Even though the day had just begun, there was already enough light to cast the growing influence of day, and the shrinking velvet touch of night. The stars, which had been plentiful, had already, began to fade. Only a few remained visible in the sky directly above him. Soon, however, the light of day would push those stars behind the dominant tapestry of day as well. Kirk found the strange neon glow to all that he saw strangely alluring.
The alien world was calm, as calm as any place Kirk had ever known. Where was he? Kirk didn’t really know. All that he knew was that his mind had become one with Sarek’s mind. Kirk rationalized that he was no longer just experiencing his own memories, but Sarek’s as well.
“I have never seen a world as beautiful as Vulcan,” Sarek said to Kirk as he walked up and stood next to the starship captain from Earth.
“I didn’t think a Vulcan would use such, how should I put it, colorful metaphors, to describe their world,” Kirk said to Sarek.
Sarek nodded.
“You are quite right Kirk,” Sarek said. “Though, through the mind-meld between us, I can not escape the humanity of your existence.”
“I see,” Kirk said with a grin. “It’s my fault you used the word beautiful, because my mind is affecting yours’.”
“You are wise beyond your years, Kirk,” Sarek said with what Kirk could swear was a touch of humor, though he never would say so. “Though I am placing no blame.”
“What is this place?” Kirk asked.
“This is the valley of Ch’quay,” Sarek said to Kirk. “The red ocean you can see in the distance is one of the last regions of surface water on Vulcan.”
“Does anybody live in the valley below?” Kirk asked.
“Yes, in fact there are nomadic tribes that exist in the valley; tribes that no one in the cities, or Vulcan’s government, has had contact with in over five-hundred of your Earth years.”
“That is amazing,” Kirk said in awe.
“Would it also surprise you to know that some of those nomadic tribes are humans? Descendants, in fact, of the humans who left Vulcan and founded the distant world of Romulas.”
“It is very intriguing,” Kirk replied.
Kirk picked up a rock, and threw it out towards the distance before him. Kirk’s sudden movement, as he threw the rock, caused Kirk to nearly fall off the cliff on which he and Sarek stood. Sarek reached out and pulled him back from certain death. Sarek ended up throwing Kirk back, in order to stop the young human from falling with the chuck of the cliff that was now smashing down the mountain side. Kirk managed to scrap his hands on the rough ground. The tearing of skin on the palm of his hand caused a slight loss of blood, and pain as well. Kirk rapped his hand in the front area of this shirt.
“Ummm,” Kirk said looking at his slight wound, “that was interesting. I didn’t think I could feel pain inside of a mind-meld.”
“And death,” Sarek added. “Even though we are in a mind-meld Kirk, and our minds are one, the realism of this union must be treated as real. If you had fallen, your mind would have perceived it as real. You would have died on the rocks below.”
“What about you?” Kirk asked. “What if you had fallen with me?”
“I am a Vulcan,” Sarek said. “I have trained my mind for nearly one hundred of your years. I would have not found death.”
“I will remember that,” Kirk said with a smile. Sarek reached down his hand and helped Kirk back up. “Why has your memory brought us here?” Kirk asked.
“I believe we are about to find out,” Sarek said, pointing to the distant horizon.
Kirk looked to the horizon. Vulcan’s star had now completely risen above the red ocean, creating a most spectacular collision of reflected light and the reddish hue of the sky. And then Kirk saw it; a bright star, far in the distance, that had not been obscured by the sun’s brightness. And the small beam of light was getting brighter.
And then, suddenly, Kirk began to hear a strange sound. And as it grew louder, he knew he had heard the sound before. During his final conflict Gary Mitchell there was the sound of screams, millions of screams, pounding inside of Kirk’s head as Gary Mitchell attacked him. It was that sound he was hearing now.
“Do you hear that sound?” Kirk asked Sarek.
“Yes, I do,” Sarek replied. “Screams of some kind.”
“When I was being confronted by Gary Mitchell, I heard that exact sound in my mind then as well,” Kirk told Sarek.
“Fascinating,” Sarek replied.
“What do you think that bright object is in the distance, beyond Vulcan’s star?” Kirk asked Sarek as he pointed at it.
“Father; Captain.” A voice said from behind Kirk and Sarek.
They turned to find Spock standing behind them.
“Spock,” Sarek said, “you have joined the mind-meld?”
“Yes Father,” Spock said. “Mother has become quite concerned that you can not break the meld.”
“You’re mother always allows her emotions to interfere with judgment, she will never learn,” Sarek said. “I am not sure as to why she must show such concern in matters such as these.”
“Because she loves you,” Kirk said to Sarek, providing the most simplest rational.
“Women are strange creatures,” Spock said.
“Indeed,” Kirk and Sarek responded in unison.
The bright light in the distance began to move its position.
“What is that thing?” Kirk asked as the glowing prick of light positioned it self high above where they were standing.
“I believe it is what the Romulans refer to as an Omega Particle.” Sarek said. “When Gary Mitchell gave you his memories, Kirk, he also passed on to you the remnant of what that light is. We must meld with it. Perhaps the Romulans are right, and these Particles hold vital information to the history of the Universe,” Sarek said as he reached out his hands.
As he did, the screams began to get louder.
“Father,” Spock said, “this is not a logical course of action. We have no way of telling what could possibly happen if you tried to communicate with it.”
Sarek didn’t listen. He began to open his mind to the strange glowing light above where they all stood.
“Father,” Spock repeated. “You are not only risking your life, you are risking the captain’s life as well.”
Sarek closed his eyes and began to slowly chant the ancient ceremonial Vulcan words to initiate a mind-meld.
Spock walked to a point behind his father, and then reached out and placed his right hand on the lower part of Sarek’s neck.
Sarek whirled around and stared at Spock with anger in his eyes.
“The nerve-pinch will not work on me, boy,” Sarek said. Although it was Sarek’s voice, it had the tone of a total stranger.
“No?” Kirk asked, “maybe this will.”
And then Kirk threw an uppercut, smashing his fist into Sarek’s chin, knocking the Vulcan out.
--
Amanda and McCoy watched in surprised fright as Sarek fell to the ground. They went to Sarek’s side. Then McCoy looked up to where Kirk and Spock were still sitting and watched as they opened their eyes. Amanda looked as well at Spock and Kirk.
“You did it!” Amanda said to Spock, excitedly.
“Mother,” Spock said to Amanda. “The blatant use of emotions is not needed. All I have done is ended the mind-meld between Sarek and Captain Kirk.”
“Oh, that’s all?” McCoy asked in an annoyed tone.
“You saved his life, yours, and Kirk’s. There is no other way to put it my son,” Amanda said to Spock.
“Thank you,” Kirk said to Spock. “That’s the second time now that you have saved my life. So what happened? Was the Omega Particle trying to communicate with us via the use of Sarek?”
“There is insufficient data now to speculate. Perhaps we will never know,” Sarek said as he came around. “You should not have ended the meld, Spock. As for you Kirk,” Sarek said. “Whatever that particle was is now a part of what you are. Perhaps communicating with it in this fashion may not be wise, however even still. I believe the day will come when you will find out exactly what it is.”
“We’ll look more into this when we get home,” McCoy said to Kirk.
Amanda helped Sarek to his feet and then over one of the chairs around the table.
“You seem fatigued,” Amanda said to Sarek.
“Yes, my wife, you are quite correct.” Sarek said.
Suddenly Kirk’s communicator beeped, and before he could flip it open there was chime at the door to large home that had been built inside of the fold between to mountains. As Sarek and Amanda went to answer it, Kirk flipped open his communicator.
“Kirk here,” Kirk said into the device.
“Cap’n,” Scotty’s voice replied. “We have just received an urgent message, via subspace, from Colonel Pike. He is ordering the Enterprise to return to Earth as soon as possible.”
“Alright,” Kirk said. “We’ll be right up.”
Sarek and Amanda returned. Kirk stood up, along with Spock.
“The Enterprise has been recalled for some reason,” Kirk told Sarek.
“I believe I know why,” Sarek said. “An anomaly has been detected in deep space, and it is heading directly toward Earth. It has already destroyed several vessels, including three Klingon vessels, that have tried to investigate what it is.”
“When will it reach Earth?” Kirk asked.
“Our best estimates would put it in Earth orbit in seven of your days,” Sarek said to Kirk.
“Seven days?” Kirk asked. “It will take us three-weeks to get there at our best speed.”
Spock looked to Sarek. Sarek looked to Spock. Sarek nodded.
“Captain Kirk,” Sarek said. “If you would allow our Vulcan Science and Research orbiting platform to do so, modifications could be made to your vessel that would allow you to make the same voyage,” Sarek paused, “in just four of your days.”
“Can you do this without violating your Prime-Directive?” McCoy asked.
“I will instigate seldom used protocols to allow your world to enter our Federation before a full vote can be taken. It would risk my stature in the Federation, too which I am sure the Andorians will find much humor with,” Sarek said, more so to Spock and Amanda than to Kirk.
Sarek looked to Kirk. “The unknown anomaly approaching your world is sending out a signal using high-frequency subspace. It is also sending out a binary signal, to your world, for reasons unknown. I believe it is quite possible that your world faces imminent danger. I will send out a planetary distress call as you head back to your world.”
“Why are you doing this?” Kirk asked. “We thank you, we really do. But why go through all this, risking your career even, for us?”
Sarek pondered Kirk’s question and then responded.
“I believe your world, your kind, has a uniqueness that can only benefit the universe; not threaten it.” Sarek said to McCoy and Kirk. “The Romulans may have come from your world, originally, but I believe there is something inherently compelling about your world. To let it be destroyed, now, would be wrong. Go now,” Sarek said to Kirk. “Go back to your world; it needs you.”
Kirk nodded to Sarek.
--
Four hours later, after the diligent work of the Vulcan engineers, and Scotty, the modifications to the warp flow, along with the complimentary formulas, were completed. Spock remained in engineering to assist Scotty with the first implementation of the new warp engine modifications.
On the Bridge, Kirk sat in his command chair.
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James T. Kirk found himself looking out over a giant valley below the mountain side he stood upon. In the distance he could see the shoreline of a reddish hued ocean. It was morning on the strange alien world, as the world’s star begin to kiss the horizon in the distance. Even though the day had just begun, there was already enough light to cast the growing influence of day, and the shrinking velvet touch of night. The stars, which had been plentiful, had already, began to fade. Only a few remained visible in the sky directly above him. Soon, however, the light of day would push those stars behind the dominant tapestry of day as well. Kirk found the strange neon glow to all that he saw strangely alluring.
The alien world was calm, as calm as any place Kirk had ever known. Where was he? Kirk didn’t really know. All that he knew was that his mind had become one with Sarek’s mind. Kirk rationalized that he was no longer just experiencing his own memories, but Sarek’s as well.
“I have never seen a world as beautiful as Vulcan,” Sarek said to Kirk as he walked up and stood next to the starship captain from Earth.
“I didn’t think a Vulcan would use such, how should I put it, colorful metaphors, to describe their world,” Kirk said to Sarek.
Sarek nodded.
“You are quite right Kirk,” Sarek said. “Though, through the mind-meld between us, I can not escape the humanity of your existence.”
“I see,” Kirk said with a grin. “It’s my fault you used the word beautiful, because my mind is affecting yours’.”
“You are wise beyond your years, Kirk,” Sarek said with what Kirk could swear was a touch of humor, though he never would say so. “Though I am placing no blame.”
“What is this place?” Kirk asked.
“This is the valley of Ch’quay,” Sarek said to Kirk. “The red ocean you can see in the distance is one of the last regions of surface water on Vulcan.”
“Does anybody live in the valley below?” Kirk asked.
“Yes, in fact there are nomadic tribes that exist in the valley; tribes that no one in the cities, or Vulcan’s government, has had contact with in over five-hundred of your Earth years.”
“That is amazing,” Kirk said in awe.
“Would it also surprise you to know that some of those nomadic tribes are humans? Descendants, in fact, of the humans who left Vulcan and founded the distant world of Romulas.”
“It is very intriguing,” Kirk replied.
Kirk picked up a rock, and threw it out towards the distance before him. Kirk’s sudden movement, as he threw the rock, caused Kirk to nearly fall off the cliff on which he and Sarek stood. Sarek reached out and pulled him back from certain death. Sarek ended up throwing Kirk back, in order to stop the young human from falling with the chuck of the cliff that was now smashing down the mountain side. Kirk managed to scrap his hands on the rough ground. The tearing of skin on the palm of his hand caused a slight loss of blood, and pain as well. Kirk rapped his hand in the front area of this shirt.
“Ummm,” Kirk said looking at his slight wound, “that was interesting. I didn’t think I could feel pain inside of a mind-meld.”
“And death,” Sarek added. “Even though we are in a mind-meld Kirk, and our minds are one, the realism of this union must be treated as real. If you had fallen, your mind would have perceived it as real. You would have died on the rocks below.”
“What about you?” Kirk asked. “What if you had fallen with me?”
“I am a Vulcan,” Sarek said. “I have trained my mind for nearly one hundred of your years. I would have not found death.”
“I will remember that,” Kirk said with a smile. Sarek reached down his hand and helped Kirk back up. “Why has your memory brought us here?” Kirk asked.
“I believe we are about to find out,” Sarek said, pointing to the distant horizon.
Kirk looked to the horizon. Vulcan’s star had now completely risen above the red ocean, creating a most spectacular collision of reflected light and the reddish hue of the sky. And then Kirk saw it; a bright star, far in the distance, that had not been obscured by the sun’s brightness. And the small beam of light was getting brighter.
And then, suddenly, Kirk began to hear a strange sound. And as it grew louder, he knew he had heard the sound before. During his final conflict Gary Mitchell there was the sound of screams, millions of screams, pounding inside of Kirk’s head as Gary Mitchell attacked him. It was that sound he was hearing now.
“Do you hear that sound?” Kirk asked Sarek.
“Yes, I do,” Sarek replied. “Screams of some kind.”
“When I was being confronted by Gary Mitchell, I heard that exact sound in my mind then as well,” Kirk told Sarek.
“Fascinating,” Sarek replied.
“What do you think that bright object is in the distance, beyond Vulcan’s star?” Kirk asked Sarek as he pointed at it.
“Father; Captain.” A voice said from behind Kirk and Sarek.
They turned to find Spock standing behind them.
“Spock,” Sarek said, “you have joined the mind-meld?”
“Yes Father,” Spock said. “Mother has become quite concerned that you can not break the meld.”
“You’re mother always allows her emotions to interfere with judgment, she will never learn,” Sarek said. “I am not sure as to why she must show such concern in matters such as these.”
“Because she loves you,” Kirk said to Sarek, providing the most simplest rational.
“Women are strange creatures,” Spock said.
“Indeed,” Kirk and Sarek responded in unison.
The bright light in the distance began to move its position.
“What is that thing?” Kirk asked as the glowing prick of light positioned it self high above where they were standing.
“I believe it is what the Romulans refer to as an Omega Particle.” Sarek said. “When Gary Mitchell gave you his memories, Kirk, he also passed on to you the remnant of what that light is. We must meld with it. Perhaps the Romulans are right, and these Particles hold vital information to the history of the Universe,” Sarek said as he reached out his hands.
As he did, the screams began to get louder.
“Father,” Spock said, “this is not a logical course of action. We have no way of telling what could possibly happen if you tried to communicate with it.”
Sarek didn’t listen. He began to open his mind to the strange glowing light above where they all stood.
“Father,” Spock repeated. “You are not only risking your life, you are risking the captain’s life as well.”
Sarek closed his eyes and began to slowly chant the ancient ceremonial Vulcan words to initiate a mind-meld.
Spock walked to a point behind his father, and then reached out and placed his right hand on the lower part of Sarek’s neck.
Sarek whirled around and stared at Spock with anger in his eyes.
“The nerve-pinch will not work on me, boy,” Sarek said. Although it was Sarek’s voice, it had the tone of a total stranger.
“No?” Kirk asked, “maybe this will.”
And then Kirk threw an uppercut, smashing his fist into Sarek’s chin, knocking the Vulcan out.
--
Amanda and McCoy watched in surprised fright as Sarek fell to the ground. They went to Sarek’s side. Then McCoy looked up to where Kirk and Spock were still sitting and watched as they opened their eyes. Amanda looked as well at Spock and Kirk.
“You did it!” Amanda said to Spock, excitedly.
“Mother,” Spock said to Amanda. “The blatant use of emotions is not needed. All I have done is ended the mind-meld between Sarek and Captain Kirk.”
“Oh, that’s all?” McCoy asked in an annoyed tone.
“You saved his life, yours, and Kirk’s. There is no other way to put it my son,” Amanda said to Spock.
“Thank you,” Kirk said to Spock. “That’s the second time now that you have saved my life. So what happened? Was the Omega Particle trying to communicate with us via the use of Sarek?”
“There is insufficient data now to speculate. Perhaps we will never know,” Sarek said as he came around. “You should not have ended the meld, Spock. As for you Kirk,” Sarek said. “Whatever that particle was is now a part of what you are. Perhaps communicating with it in this fashion may not be wise, however even still. I believe the day will come when you will find out exactly what it is.”
“We’ll look more into this when we get home,” McCoy said to Kirk.
Amanda helped Sarek to his feet and then over one of the chairs around the table.
“You seem fatigued,” Amanda said to Sarek.
“Yes, my wife, you are quite correct.” Sarek said.
Suddenly Kirk’s communicator beeped, and before he could flip it open there was chime at the door to large home that had been built inside of the fold between to mountains. As Sarek and Amanda went to answer it, Kirk flipped open his communicator.
“Kirk here,” Kirk said into the device.
“Cap’n,” Scotty’s voice replied. “We have just received an urgent message, via subspace, from Colonel Pike. He is ordering the Enterprise to return to Earth as soon as possible.”
“Alright,” Kirk said. “We’ll be right up.”
Sarek and Amanda returned. Kirk stood up, along with Spock.
“The Enterprise has been recalled for some reason,” Kirk told Sarek.
“I believe I know why,” Sarek said. “An anomaly has been detected in deep space, and it is heading directly toward Earth. It has already destroyed several vessels, including three Klingon vessels, that have tried to investigate what it is.”
“When will it reach Earth?” Kirk asked.
“Our best estimates would put it in Earth orbit in seven of your days,” Sarek said to Kirk.
“Seven days?” Kirk asked. “It will take us three-weeks to get there at our best speed.”
Spock looked to Sarek. Sarek looked to Spock. Sarek nodded.
“Captain Kirk,” Sarek said. “If you would allow our Vulcan Science and Research orbiting platform to do so, modifications could be made to your vessel that would allow you to make the same voyage,” Sarek paused, “in just four of your days.”
“Can you do this without violating your Prime-Directive?” McCoy asked.
“I will instigate seldom used protocols to allow your world to enter our Federation before a full vote can be taken. It would risk my stature in the Federation, too which I am sure the Andorians will find much humor with,” Sarek said, more so to Spock and Amanda than to Kirk.
Sarek looked to Kirk. “The unknown anomaly approaching your world is sending out a signal using high-frequency subspace. It is also sending out a binary signal, to your world, for reasons unknown. I believe it is quite possible that your world faces imminent danger. I will send out a planetary distress call as you head back to your world.”
“Why are you doing this?” Kirk asked. “We thank you, we really do. But why go through all this, risking your career even, for us?”
Sarek pondered Kirk’s question and then responded.
“I believe your world, your kind, has a uniqueness that can only benefit the universe; not threaten it.” Sarek said to McCoy and Kirk. “The Romulans may have come from your world, originally, but I believe there is something inherently compelling about your world. To let it be destroyed, now, would be wrong. Go now,” Sarek said to Kirk. “Go back to your world; it needs you.”
Kirk nodded to Sarek.
--
Four hours later, after the diligent work of the Vulcan engineers, and Scotty, the modifications to the warp flow, along with the complimentary formulas, were completed. Spock remained in engineering to assist Scotty with the first implementation of the new warp engine modifications.
On the Bridge, Kirk sat in his command chair.
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Cool a Picard cameo.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Yeah..I had to put old baldy in there!!!...I have plans for 'my' picard so it will be more than a cameo down the line...
Rob
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Thank you Gray....I started this story sometime back. If you want to start at the begining, here is the Link
Its different in that really takes TOS and sets it more towards our time (2050) and takes diffrent twists and turns. In this universe, for example, the Romulans are not cousins of Vulcans. The Romulans are cousins of us, humans. In fact, they are Romans who left Earth a long time ago? How can that be? We are slowly finding out...
Its not for everyone, and I admit that upfront. But I like it because it is so different in terms of the iconic characters of KIRK/SPOCK ect. They are seen in a totally different way, which for me as a writer, and reader, I find refreshing...
Rob
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Agent 201
Agent 347
A farm house with a stream of white hickory smoke coming out of its chimney sat alone in the darkness, miles outside of Tacoma Washington. It was the year of 1959.
A strange glowing object in the sky hovered, and then, disappeared behind a group of trees. It had come from the sky, nearly the size of a small airplane, but with very little sound. It seemed to have looked for the best place to land, and then it did.
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Mark Walton, and his wife Betsy, lived in a small cabin in the back woods of Tacoma Washington. Their three children had all grown up and long left the nest to find their own lives. Mark and Betsy remained in the large five story house, and pitter-pattered around in a simple existence. There were neighbors, but they were at least seven miles away, which meant that Mark and Betsy lived solitary lives; far from the hustle and bustle of city life. They had worked hard all their lives as elementary teachers, and they now found comfort in the small and quiet lives they now lived. Who could blame them? Life was good.
But when the small glowing object came over their house, and then made its way toward the nearby woods, Mark was suspicious. He had long kept a shotgun in the main hall closet, and now after all these years, he was prepared to use it.
“What are you doing?” Betsy asked her husband of thirty-years. They had each already celebrated their fifty-second birthdays earlier in the year.
“I’m going to go out there and see what it was,” Mark replied as he struggled to put on a two sizes too small sweater, and a ball cap.
“You ain’t got no reason to go out there,” Betsy told him. “It was just one of them shooting stars.”
“You think that was a shooting star?” Mark replied with a laugh. “Woman, are you sure you aren’t sipping too much from the cooking sherry?”
“Well, if you really gotta go be a man,” she said, “then please take Kipper with you.”
Kipper was their small white poodle. Though Kipper was just a poodle, he had the belief he was really a Doberman, or German Sheppard at heart.
“That old mutt,” Mark said looking at the eager dog. “The best he could do is pee on the invader. Why would the Ruskies decide to invade us on this night anyway? Jack Benny is on in ten minutes.”
“Well then,” Betsy said, “you had better get out there and go catch yourself a cold before it comes on.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I’m sure things are safe,” Mark added.
“Ooooh,” Betsy added, “I feel safe already.”
“Hey,” Mark said, “stop with the teasing. And call the Sheriff if you hear my gun go off. And don’t be scared,” Mark added, “I’ll keep you safe.”
“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass when you go out into that cold and biting air,” Betsy suggested with a laugh.
“Woman,” Mark said as he headed out the door, with Kipper right behind him, “I ought to…” and then his voice trailed off as he made his way towards the trees.
--
The ship’s cloaking device was working at a nominal level now. During the entry into Earth’s atmosphere, the cloaking device became unstable, forcing Sevrin to use other means to avoid detection. Finally, and with out much trouble, he had found a perfect landing place.
Confident he had arrived undetected, Sevrin began to explore his options. He had come to Earth, after being exiled from Romulus, to find a new cauldron of believers. His own world found his beliefs too dangerous, and had given him a choice; Death or Exile. He chose exile. The exile verdict was fine with Sevrin since he ultimately believed that the savior of all humans, Earthlings and Romulans, was tied to the belief that a messiah would soon come along, and with him, peace and salvation. The messiah would come to Earth; the home of humanity.
Sevrin knew this belief to be true after making contact, using Vulcan mind disciplines, with a life-force in space. The fact he was half Romulan/half Vulcan gave him this unique ability. The entity, over time convinced Sevrin that it could come to Earth, and or Romulus, and bring with it peace; a millennia of peace. To be sure, it would take time to prepare. The entity would require much sacrifice; as well as a mode of transport to bring the entity to Earth. For that, Sevrin would have to come to Earth, establish a cauldron of believers, and then await further instructions from the entity as to how to bring the life-force to Earth.
And now, at least, he was on Earth. Sevrin prepared to leave his small two man craft to begin his new life on Earth. He took a scanner with him, and then climbed down the craft. He took several scans, and found humanoid life forms very scarce in the area. However, one of the Earthlings, no doubt having seen Sevrin’s craft, was approaching.
--
Sevrin was wrong about one thing. His craft was not undetected. Two alien humanoid agents, not of Romulus, had been stationed on Earth so as to protect the young civilization from alien contamination. They themselves had, in fact, been abducted from Earth by a superior race of aliens nearly three hundred years earlier. They were then trained, and became part of a quiet force that ensured that near-warp civilizations were not taken advantage of.
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Agent 347
A farm house with a stream of white hickory smoke coming out of its chimney sat alone in the darkness, miles outside of Tacoma Washington. It was the year of 1959.
A strange glowing object in the sky hovered, and then, disappeared behind a group of trees. It had come from the sky, nearly the size of a small airplane, but with very little sound. It seemed to have looked for the best place to land, and then it did.
--
Mark Walton, and his wife Betsy, lived in a small cabin in the back woods of Tacoma Washington. Their three children had all grown up and long left the nest to find their own lives. Mark and Betsy remained in the large five story house, and pitter-pattered around in a simple existence. There were neighbors, but they were at least seven miles away, which meant that Mark and Betsy lived solitary lives; far from the hustle and bustle of city life. They had worked hard all their lives as elementary teachers, and they now found comfort in the small and quiet lives they now lived. Who could blame them? Life was good.
But when the small glowing object came over their house, and then made its way toward the nearby woods, Mark was suspicious. He had long kept a shotgun in the main hall closet, and now after all these years, he was prepared to use it.
“What are you doing?” Betsy asked her husband of thirty-years. They had each already celebrated their fifty-second birthdays earlier in the year.
“I’m going to go out there and see what it was,” Mark replied as he struggled to put on a two sizes too small sweater, and a ball cap.
“You ain’t got no reason to go out there,” Betsy told him. “It was just one of them shooting stars.”
“You think that was a shooting star?” Mark replied with a laugh. “Woman, are you sure you aren’t sipping too much from the cooking sherry?”
“Well, if you really gotta go be a man,” she said, “then please take Kipper with you.”
Kipper was their small white poodle. Though Kipper was just a poodle, he had the belief he was really a Doberman, or German Sheppard at heart.
“That old mutt,” Mark said looking at the eager dog. “The best he could do is pee on the invader. Why would the Ruskies decide to invade us on this night anyway? Jack Benny is on in ten minutes.”
“Well then,” Betsy said, “you had better get out there and go catch yourself a cold before it comes on.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I’m sure things are safe,” Mark added.
“Ooooh,” Betsy added, “I feel safe already.”
“Hey,” Mark said, “stop with the teasing. And call the Sheriff if you hear my gun go off. And don’t be scared,” Mark added, “I’ll keep you safe.”
“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass when you go out into that cold and biting air,” Betsy suggested with a laugh.
“Woman,” Mark said as he headed out the door, with Kipper right behind him, “I ought to…” and then his voice trailed off as he made his way towards the trees.
--
The ship’s cloaking device was working at a nominal level now. During the entry into Earth’s atmosphere, the cloaking device became unstable, forcing Sevrin to use other means to avoid detection. Finally, and with out much trouble, he had found a perfect landing place.
Confident he had arrived undetected, Sevrin began to explore his options. He had come to Earth, after being exiled from Romulus, to find a new cauldron of believers. His own world found his beliefs too dangerous, and had given him a choice; Death or Exile. He chose exile. The exile verdict was fine with Sevrin since he ultimately believed that the savior of all humans, Earthlings and Romulans, was tied to the belief that a messiah would soon come along, and with him, peace and salvation. The messiah would come to Earth; the home of humanity.
Sevrin knew this belief to be true after making contact, using Vulcan mind disciplines, with a life-force in space. The fact he was half Romulan/half Vulcan gave him this unique ability. The entity, over time convinced Sevrin that it could come to Earth, and or Romulus, and bring with it peace; a millennia of peace. To be sure, it would take time to prepare. The entity would require much sacrifice; as well as a mode of transport to bring the entity to Earth. For that, Sevrin would have to come to Earth, establish a cauldron of believers, and then await further instructions from the entity as to how to bring the life-force to Earth.
And now, at least, he was on Earth. Sevrin prepared to leave his small two man craft to begin his new life on Earth. He took a scanner with him, and then climbed down the craft. He took several scans, and found humanoid life forms very scarce in the area. However, one of the Earthlings, no doubt having seen Sevrin’s craft, was approaching.
--
Sevrin was wrong about one thing. His craft was not undetected. Two alien humanoid agents, not of Romulus, had been stationed on Earth so as to protect the young civilization from alien contamination. They themselves had, in fact, been abducted from Earth by a superior race of aliens nearly three hundred years earlier. They were then trained, and became part of a quiet force that ensured that near-warp civilizations were not taken advantage of.
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The Aged
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EARTH
Spring 1959
With his shotgun held out straight, Mark Walton peered through the trees and saw the strange looking craft that had landed in a small clearing. It was very odd seeing the rustic setting, trees, grass, flowers, even a small stream cascading down the side of a small slice of the nearby mountain range, and amidst it all, the craft that resembled, in some respects, a red-tailed hawk. Mark Walton was no expert on flying craft, but even he could determine that where ever the craft was from; it was not from Earth.
“My cloaking device gave out,” A voice said from somewhere. Mark looked about, looking for the person who had said them. But to no avail.
“Who said that?” Mark asked.
“You can not see me, cousin,” the voice replied, “I am invisible to your eyes through the application of a hand-held cloaking device. Its amazing how backward this world is in terms of technology.”
“I don’t care about any of that,” Mark said, his ears attempting to isolate where the voice was coming from, “get off my god-damn property!”
Sevrin had angled around a few of the trees and now stood directly behind Walton. He pressed the button on his hand-held cloaking device, and then shimmered into existence behind Walton. Then he reached out and grabbed the simple human by the back of the neck, and choked him.
“Old man,” Sevrin said, “you are too old for my needs.”
Sevrin snapped Walton’s neck, killing him instantly. Sevrin had come to Earth to reignite his cult. To do that, he needed young men, and women, so as to breed an entire new generation of followers.
A Romulan’s strength was not drastically different than an Earthling’s. Both were humans, Romulans having been taken from Earth a couple thousand years in Earth’s past from the Roman Empire. The Vulcans, who were covertly visiting Earth in those times, had feared that a passing comet would destroy all life on Earth, and evacuated ten-thousand Romans to the Vulcan home-world. Humanity, on Earth, did indeed survive the comet’s impact with Earth. The Romans on Vulcan would eventually rise up on that world, depart from it, and found a new Roman empire light-years away and call themselves Romulans.
Sevrin, a cultist who was exiled from Romulas due to his beliefs, had come to Earth. With him he brought his belief that a human from Earth would one day come to power as a messianic savior, who would combine his being with that of an alien entity Sevrin had made contact with, and eventually rule the entire universe.
After a couple hours spent repairing the cloaking device on his ship, Sevrin activated the device, rendering his Romulan space craft invisible. Sevrin stepped out of his ship, and headed toward Walton’s house in the distance. Sevrin looked at the scanner he held in his hand, and saw that there was only one person in the house, no doubt Walton’s mate. Sevrin would do away with her, as he had with her husband, then he would burn their bodies and use their home, for now, as a base of operations. The Walton’s home would suffice as the starting point for his new covenant on Earth.
Sevrin walked past an old beat-up pickup truck and the smaller vehicle next to it. He made his way up the deck of steps, and then entered the home.
There were family pictures all along the hallway wall that Sevrin walked down. He could pretty much see the married life of Mark Walton, the man Sevrin had just killed, before his very eyes. He saw pictures of Mark and his wife, their kids in various parts of their lives. It was a happy and warm home. Sevrin almost felt pity for the dead man, and his soon to be dead wife. He made his way into the kitchen, and there she was; the woman who had been in most of the pictures with Mark Walton.
“Hello,” Sevrin said.
Betsy whirled around from the oven she stood at, holding a spatula.
“Who are you!?” She asked nervously.
“I killed your husband, and I just wanted you to know that it was not personal in any way,” Sevrin told her.
He had studied Human History and their languages very carefully while in various schools on Romulus. Even though Romulus had nothing to do with its former world, they still studied the history of Earth. For some it was a life long hobby. Earth had evolved so differently from the time of the Roman era, when the Romulans had been taken from Earth. With a storied history of war and social upheaval, Earth provided much fodder for schools.
“You killed him?” Betsy asked as helpless shock overtook her.
“Yes,” Sevrin said. “He was too old of man for what I needed. I must also point out that you are too old as well.”
“You’re going to kill me too?” Betsy asked in a half-dazed state of mind as Mark’s death still affected her.
Sevrin raised his arm and then aimed a weapon at her.
“I am so sorry,” Sevrin said. “However, for both of our worlds to survive, I must do this.”
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Mark Walton’s body was found near the clearing, under several broken off branches. He suffered from burns to his body. They were the kind of wounds caused by a typical Type-2 disrupter only used by the Romulans. Agent 347, aka Mary Benton, had bent down to feel the pulse of the man. At first hoping he was still alive.
“He’s dead. These wounds were caused by a Romulan weapon,” Mary told Agent 205, AKA her husband/Harvey Benton.
“Romulans,” Harvey said as he kept a close look out in case someone had come across the scene.
“I don’t understand,” Mary said. “I thought the Romulans, even though they are not in the Federation, would never come to a world like this that had been deemed off limits.”
“Well,” Harvey said, “we’re not part of the Federation and we’re here too. Who are we to talk?”
“Good point,” Mary said as she stood up.
Harvey looked at a device he was holding.
“The Romulan’s ship is parked right over there,” Harvey said. “I can’t believe they still use the low-quality cloaking devices.”
“What we do now?” Mary asked.
“According to my scans, the Romulan headed to the home on the other side of these trees. I suggest we follow; and quickly.”
The two agents, they themselves taken from Earth three-hundred years earlier, and trained to help ease worlds into the fabric of Warp capable species, headed towards the home on the other side of the trees. Moments they arrived and entered the home.
They found Betsy Walton on one of the couches, dead. It was clear, from the ware on the carpet, that she had been dragged into the room and placed on the couch.
“Why go through all the care of putting her in here?” Mary asked.
“I don’t know,” Harvey replied. “But he’s gone.”
Then they heard the sound of a motor. They looked out the window of the front room and saw the smaller vehicle driving down the long drive way.
“Come on!” Harvey said to Mary.
They made their way out of the house and to the beat up pickup truck and got in. Harvey took a strange device from his pocket, held it over the ignition, twisted it, and then the truck started. With out a single word, he floored it an then the truck was careening down the path.
The pickup was surprising pretty fast for its age. They were actually gaining on the car. The car suddenly turned down a dirt path, and the truck soon followed, as it trailed the dust being kicked up by the car. There was a railroad crossing up ahead. Both vehicles saw the warning signs. With out any care, the small car zoomed across the tracks just as the two warning road-blocks began to lower.
Harvey, who was eyeing the approaching train, decided to floor it even more, knowing the wait for the train would cause them to lose whoever was in the car. The wait would give the car too much of a head start to recover from.
Mary wasn’t so sure. She watched as the train approached. The beat up truck smashed through the guard railings and then dove across the track!
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EARTH
Spring 1959
With his shotgun held out straight, Mark Walton peered through the trees and saw the strange looking craft that had landed in a small clearing. It was very odd seeing the rustic setting, trees, grass, flowers, even a small stream cascading down the side of a small slice of the nearby mountain range, and amidst it all, the craft that resembled, in some respects, a red-tailed hawk. Mark Walton was no expert on flying craft, but even he could determine that where ever the craft was from; it was not from Earth.
“My cloaking device gave out,” A voice said from somewhere. Mark looked about, looking for the person who had said them. But to no avail.
“Who said that?” Mark asked.
“You can not see me, cousin,” the voice replied, “I am invisible to your eyes through the application of a hand-held cloaking device. Its amazing how backward this world is in terms of technology.”
“I don’t care about any of that,” Mark said, his ears attempting to isolate where the voice was coming from, “get off my god-damn property!”
Sevrin had angled around a few of the trees and now stood directly behind Walton. He pressed the button on his hand-held cloaking device, and then shimmered into existence behind Walton. Then he reached out and grabbed the simple human by the back of the neck, and choked him.
“Old man,” Sevrin said, “you are too old for my needs.”
Sevrin snapped Walton’s neck, killing him instantly. Sevrin had come to Earth to reignite his cult. To do that, he needed young men, and women, so as to breed an entire new generation of followers.
A Romulan’s strength was not drastically different than an Earthling’s. Both were humans, Romulans having been taken from Earth a couple thousand years in Earth’s past from the Roman Empire. The Vulcans, who were covertly visiting Earth in those times, had feared that a passing comet would destroy all life on Earth, and evacuated ten-thousand Romans to the Vulcan home-world. Humanity, on Earth, did indeed survive the comet’s impact with Earth. The Romans on Vulcan would eventually rise up on that world, depart from it, and found a new Roman empire light-years away and call themselves Romulans.
Sevrin, a cultist who was exiled from Romulas due to his beliefs, had come to Earth. With him he brought his belief that a human from Earth would one day come to power as a messianic savior, who would combine his being with that of an alien entity Sevrin had made contact with, and eventually rule the entire universe.
After a couple hours spent repairing the cloaking device on his ship, Sevrin activated the device, rendering his Romulan space craft invisible. Sevrin stepped out of his ship, and headed toward Walton’s house in the distance. Sevrin looked at the scanner he held in his hand, and saw that there was only one person in the house, no doubt Walton’s mate. Sevrin would do away with her, as he had with her husband, then he would burn their bodies and use their home, for now, as a base of operations. The Walton’s home would suffice as the starting point for his new covenant on Earth.
Sevrin walked past an old beat-up pickup truck and the smaller vehicle next to it. He made his way up the deck of steps, and then entered the home.
There were family pictures all along the hallway wall that Sevrin walked down. He could pretty much see the married life of Mark Walton, the man Sevrin had just killed, before his very eyes. He saw pictures of Mark and his wife, their kids in various parts of their lives. It was a happy and warm home. Sevrin almost felt pity for the dead man, and his soon to be dead wife. He made his way into the kitchen, and there she was; the woman who had been in most of the pictures with Mark Walton.
“Hello,” Sevrin said.
Betsy whirled around from the oven she stood at, holding a spatula.
“Who are you!?” She asked nervously.
“I killed your husband, and I just wanted you to know that it was not personal in any way,” Sevrin told her.
He had studied Human History and their languages very carefully while in various schools on Romulus. Even though Romulus had nothing to do with its former world, they still studied the history of Earth. For some it was a life long hobby. Earth had evolved so differently from the time of the Roman era, when the Romulans had been taken from Earth. With a storied history of war and social upheaval, Earth provided much fodder for schools.
“You killed him?” Betsy asked as helpless shock overtook her.
“Yes,” Sevrin said. “He was too old of man for what I needed. I must also point out that you are too old as well.”
“You’re going to kill me too?” Betsy asked in a half-dazed state of mind as Mark’s death still affected her.
Sevrin raised his arm and then aimed a weapon at her.
“I am so sorry,” Sevrin said. “However, for both of our worlds to survive, I must do this.”
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Mark Walton’s body was found near the clearing, under several broken off branches. He suffered from burns to his body. They were the kind of wounds caused by a typical Type-2 disrupter only used by the Romulans. Agent 347, aka Mary Benton, had bent down to feel the pulse of the man. At first hoping he was still alive.
“He’s dead. These wounds were caused by a Romulan weapon,” Mary told Agent 205, AKA her husband/Harvey Benton.
“Romulans,” Harvey said as he kept a close look out in case someone had come across the scene.
“I don’t understand,” Mary said. “I thought the Romulans, even though they are not in the Federation, would never come to a world like this that had been deemed off limits.”
“Well,” Harvey said, “we’re not part of the Federation and we’re here too. Who are we to talk?”
“Good point,” Mary said as she stood up.
Harvey looked at a device he was holding.
“The Romulan’s ship is parked right over there,” Harvey said. “I can’t believe they still use the low-quality cloaking devices.”
“What we do now?” Mary asked.
“According to my scans, the Romulan headed to the home on the other side of these trees. I suggest we follow; and quickly.”
The two agents, they themselves taken from Earth three-hundred years earlier, and trained to help ease worlds into the fabric of Warp capable species, headed towards the home on the other side of the trees. Moments they arrived and entered the home.
They found Betsy Walton on one of the couches, dead. It was clear, from the ware on the carpet, that she had been dragged into the room and placed on the couch.
“Why go through all the care of putting her in here?” Mary asked.
“I don’t know,” Harvey replied. “But he’s gone.”
Then they heard the sound of a motor. They looked out the window of the front room and saw the smaller vehicle driving down the long drive way.
“Come on!” Harvey said to Mary.
They made their way out of the house and to the beat up pickup truck and got in. Harvey took a strange device from his pocket, held it over the ignition, twisted it, and then the truck started. With out a single word, he floored it an then the truck was careening down the path.
The pickup was surprising pretty fast for its age. They were actually gaining on the car. The car suddenly turned down a dirt path, and the truck soon followed, as it trailed the dust being kicked up by the car. There was a railroad crossing up ahead. Both vehicles saw the warning signs. With out any care, the small car zoomed across the tracks just as the two warning road-blocks began to lower.
Harvey, who was eyeing the approaching train, decided to floor it even more, knowing the wait for the train would cause them to lose whoever was in the car. The wait would give the car too much of a head start to recover from.
Mary wasn’t so sure. She watched as the train approached. The beat up truck smashed through the guard railings and then dove across the track!
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Pariah
The Return
Overview
After the failed attempt by some nations to establish a counter world-government, those nations that tried, and others that were caught in the middle of the political battle of wills, joined the United Nations. And so, for the first time in Earth’s history, the entire world was now under one government. It wasn’t perfect, and it definitely had issues to iron out, but for the most part, the one world government was off to a good start.
The office of the United Earth President, the official title of the head of the United Nations, had gone to Harsha Jadhav of India. Jadhav, having been instrumental in resolving long standing issues between India/Pakistan and India/China, was seen as one of the greatest peace brokers in Earth’s history. He was also a key player in bringing in many of the rouge countries that had been attracted by the late John Gill’s desire to establish a competing world government. The new world government had only been in power for three months when the threat from space, the returning Voyager Probe, first came to light only two weeks in the past.
--
The USS Enterprise had only returned to Earth for six hours before she was sent back out on perhaps its most important mission; to stop the approaching space anomaly that had once been the space probe Voyager-2, from returning to its launch point; Earth. The population of Earth had become worried, and in some cases, chaos had caused minimal rioting through-out the world.
But with the return of the Starship Enterprise to Earth, and at the behest of their new Vulcan allies, the arrival of a Federation armada to assist as much as possible, calm had set in. Even the Romulans, descended from humans removed from Earth thousands of years in the past, had sent several of their finest ships to augment the armada. Kirk, and Pike, and Sarek as well, believed the Romulans were also trying to make a show of force; perhaps a warning of troubles to come.
Colonel Pike’s orders were short and simple for Captain Kirk and his crew. They were to ferry Decker, and his associate Ilya, out to the approaching anomaly and let Decker try to make contact with the probe. Exactly what was the anomaly it had become? For that, Captain Kirk scheduled a detailed briefing with Decker, and the senior officers of the USS Enterprise. The briefing would commence two hours upon leaving Earth. Rendezvous with the anomaly would be twenty-seven hours after the briefing.
--
Decker and Ilya were shown to the quarters they would share. Once they were alone, Decker removed the out-dated circuit card he had retrieved from NASA. The archaic diodes were flashing, which was a signal to Decker that the old programs, designed by the man he had been cloned from, Morris Decker, were working perfectly, and were already making preliminary contact with what ever was awaiting them at the space anomaly.
“Will it work?” Ilya asked, as Decker sat at a desk inside the quarters, and worked on the device.
“Yes,” Decker responded. “In fact, it is working now. Once we get there, I will inform the Captain to let us leave the ship in one of their shuttlecrafts so as to implement the activation code for the Voyager probe.”
“Is that what the signal from the probe is asking for?” Ilya asked.
“You could say that, in some respects,” Decker told her. “Sevrin was in contact for many decades with what ever life form it is that altered Voyager-2’s program. But, even with that, it still needs the activation code. Once that is given, I believe that is when then entire universe will change; and salvation will come.”
“And this was all prophesized by Dr. Sevrin,” Ilya said, her eyes bulging at the glory of the situation. “And you,” Ilya said as she began to massage Decker’s neck, “you will usher in a new era of salvation as our savior!”
She slid her hands down his back, and around his back, and began to intimately massage him. She knew what she was initiating, and she wished for it; his anger, and his passion. It was her soul purpose for living, indeed the purpose for all women, or so at least that is what their sect believed.
He took one of her wrists in his hand and bent it back, twisting in his seat towards her as he did. She began to whimper in pain as he led her to the bed. Knowing that their violent act of love making would be too loud for the ship, he enhanced the room’s sound-proofing with a device he had brought with them just for this purpose. The device put out a sound-shield, and would allow them both to be as loud as their passion demanded. And more importantly, as violent as Decker would need in order to control his human desires.
--
Guinan stood behind her bar, polishing some of the shot glasses, and noticed a familiar face sitting on the other side. It was none other than Nadya Chekov. Guinan surveyed the rest of 10-Forward as well, and noticed the unease from the others, directed at Chekov.
It was now common knowledge the Chekov had become infected with a space parasite when she returned to Mars with the Reliant’s crew. The parasite had taken over her mind, and at times, forced her to do violent acts. One of those acts was the cold blooded murder of two men. But due to the fact that she was under the control of the parasite, all charges were dropped in the matter. The parasite had been removed. But her actions obviously didn’t sit well with some of the crew members of the Enterprise, or even with Chekov’s own family.
Gunian went over to where Chekov was sitting. And as she did, Uhura entered 10-Forward, and also came over to where Chekov was and sat down next to her.
“Its good to have you back,” Guinan said to Chekov.
The young Russian woman was so naïve when she had first come aboard the ship, Guinan thought to herself. Now, with the events that had happened with the parasite, and the loss of the man she loved, Gary Mitchell, Chekov seemed to have aged decades in the past year.
“I’m back because I have no where else to go.” Chekov said to Guinan.
Uhura twisted Chekov’s barstool so that they were face to face. Then she place her arms on Chekov’s shoulders.
“Now you look her,” Uhura said. “You and I are friends, and there is no way I’m going to let you do this to yourself. If I have to,” Uhura said as she looked over Chekov’s shoulder and over at the others who were casting looks of doubt at Chekov, “I will go over there and kick the shit out of those bastards.”
“No,” Chekov said, “that would not be the right thing to do.”
“And,” Guinan added, “I would have to take the damages out of your salary.”
The three women shared a short laugh.
An announcement came over the ship wide communication system.
“This is the Captain,” Kirk’s voice said.
CONTINUED HERE
Overview
After the failed attempt by some nations to establish a counter world-government, those nations that tried, and others that were caught in the middle of the political battle of wills, joined the United Nations. And so, for the first time in Earth’s history, the entire world was now under one government. It wasn’t perfect, and it definitely had issues to iron out, but for the most part, the one world government was off to a good start.
The office of the United Earth President, the official title of the head of the United Nations, had gone to Harsha Jadhav of India. Jadhav, having been instrumental in resolving long standing issues between India/Pakistan and India/China, was seen as one of the greatest peace brokers in Earth’s history. He was also a key player in bringing in many of the rouge countries that had been attracted by the late John Gill’s desire to establish a competing world government. The new world government had only been in power for three months when the threat from space, the returning Voyager Probe, first came to light only two weeks in the past.
--
The USS Enterprise had only returned to Earth for six hours before she was sent back out on perhaps its most important mission; to stop the approaching space anomaly that had once been the space probe Voyager-2, from returning to its launch point; Earth. The population of Earth had become worried, and in some cases, chaos had caused minimal rioting through-out the world.
But with the return of the Starship Enterprise to Earth, and at the behest of their new Vulcan allies, the arrival of a Federation armada to assist as much as possible, calm had set in. Even the Romulans, descended from humans removed from Earth thousands of years in the past, had sent several of their finest ships to augment the armada. Kirk, and Pike, and Sarek as well, believed the Romulans were also trying to make a show of force; perhaps a warning of troubles to come.
Colonel Pike’s orders were short and simple for Captain Kirk and his crew. They were to ferry Decker, and his associate Ilya, out to the approaching anomaly and let Decker try to make contact with the probe. Exactly what was the anomaly it had become? For that, Captain Kirk scheduled a detailed briefing with Decker, and the senior officers of the USS Enterprise. The briefing would commence two hours upon leaving Earth. Rendezvous with the anomaly would be twenty-seven hours after the briefing.
--
Decker and Ilya were shown to the quarters they would share. Once they were alone, Decker removed the out-dated circuit card he had retrieved from NASA. The archaic diodes were flashing, which was a signal to Decker that the old programs, designed by the man he had been cloned from, Morris Decker, were working perfectly, and were already making preliminary contact with what ever was awaiting them at the space anomaly.
“Will it work?” Ilya asked, as Decker sat at a desk inside the quarters, and worked on the device.
“Yes,” Decker responded. “In fact, it is working now. Once we get there, I will inform the Captain to let us leave the ship in one of their shuttlecrafts so as to implement the activation code for the Voyager probe.”
“Is that what the signal from the probe is asking for?” Ilya asked.
“You could say that, in some respects,” Decker told her. “Sevrin was in contact for many decades with what ever life form it is that altered Voyager-2’s program. But, even with that, it still needs the activation code. Once that is given, I believe that is when then entire universe will change; and salvation will come.”
“And this was all prophesized by Dr. Sevrin,” Ilya said, her eyes bulging at the glory of the situation. “And you,” Ilya said as she began to massage Decker’s neck, “you will usher in a new era of salvation as our savior!”
She slid her hands down his back, and around his back, and began to intimately massage him. She knew what she was initiating, and she wished for it; his anger, and his passion. It was her soul purpose for living, indeed the purpose for all women, or so at least that is what their sect believed.
He took one of her wrists in his hand and bent it back, twisting in his seat towards her as he did. She began to whimper in pain as he led her to the bed. Knowing that their violent act of love making would be too loud for the ship, he enhanced the room’s sound-proofing with a device he had brought with them just for this purpose. The device put out a sound-shield, and would allow them both to be as loud as their passion demanded. And more importantly, as violent as Decker would need in order to control his human desires.
--
Guinan stood behind her bar, polishing some of the shot glasses, and noticed a familiar face sitting on the other side. It was none other than Nadya Chekov. Guinan surveyed the rest of 10-Forward as well, and noticed the unease from the others, directed at Chekov.
It was now common knowledge the Chekov had become infected with a space parasite when she returned to Mars with the Reliant’s crew. The parasite had taken over her mind, and at times, forced her to do violent acts. One of those acts was the cold blooded murder of two men. But due to the fact that she was under the control of the parasite, all charges were dropped in the matter. The parasite had been removed. But her actions obviously didn’t sit well with some of the crew members of the Enterprise, or even with Chekov’s own family.
Gunian went over to where Chekov was sitting. And as she did, Uhura entered 10-Forward, and also came over to where Chekov was and sat down next to her.
“Its good to have you back,” Guinan said to Chekov.
The young Russian woman was so naïve when she had first come aboard the ship, Guinan thought to herself. Now, with the events that had happened with the parasite, and the loss of the man she loved, Gary Mitchell, Chekov seemed to have aged decades in the past year.
“I’m back because I have no where else to go.” Chekov said to Guinan.
Uhura twisted Chekov’s barstool so that they were face to face. Then she place her arms on Chekov’s shoulders.
“Now you look her,” Uhura said. “You and I are friends, and there is no way I’m going to let you do this to yourself. If I have to,” Uhura said as she looked over Chekov’s shoulder and over at the others who were casting looks of doubt at Chekov, “I will go over there and kick the shit out of those bastards.”
“No,” Chekov said, “that would not be the right thing to do.”
“And,” Guinan added, “I would have to take the damages out of your salary.”
The three women shared a short laugh.
An announcement came over the ship wide communication system.
“This is the Captain,” Kirk’s voice said.
CONTINUED HERE
