PHASE TWO--V'GR

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Revelations

The main briefing room aboard the USS Enterprise took on a tone of seriousness. There were small pockets of conversations. Captain Kirk sat at the head of the table. To his left was his first officer Spock. Next to Spock, and representing the Federation fleet which would accompany the Enterprise as it confronted the approaching Voyager-probe, and the anomaly in which it was shielded, was Ambassador Sarek. Next to Sarek sat the ranking Klingon commander, K’rg.

A fleet of fifteen Klingon battle-ships were part of the armada. The Klingons, who were allied to the Federation, but not part of it, had joined the armada due to three of its own ships having been destroyed by anomaly as it first entered the quadrant. The Klingons agreed to follow the lead of the Vulcans on this matter, and to honor the territorial integrity of Earth. On the other side of the table were the Cardassian, Gorn and Romulan represntatives, each government having also contributed forces to the endeavor. Just as the Klingons had, the others had also agreed to follow the Vulcan’s lead; for now.

At opposite side of Kirk, at the other head of the table, was William Decker. Kirk studied the man, as the briefing was nearing its start. Decker was a direct descendant from the man who had programmed the Voyager-2 probe, Morris Decker, as far back as the year 1975. In fact, Kirk thought to himself, the resemblance was uncanny. Kirk looked down at a photo of Morris Decker that he had retrieved from ship’s computer. He showed the picture to Spock, who then arched an eyebrow.

“Indeed fascinating,” Spock said to Kirk, softly.

Uhura, who sat at one of the side stations, stood up and spoke.

“This briefing is called to order.” She told them all.

All of the side conversations simmered down and everyone turned their attention to Captain James T Kirk.

“I want to first welcome, and offer thanks, to all of you,” Kirk said, as he looked, one by one, at the gathered table of fleet commanders of the different alien races. “I know, from conferring with Ambassador Sarek, that these kinds of gatherings are rare. And, in the future, if any threats come along down the line, I can assure you that Earth will stand with you at that time should your worlds be threatened as mine is.”

“Let us be clear,” Klingon fleet commander K’gr said through fanged teeth, “we come for retribution. The only thing stopping my fleet from just attacking the anomaly is the presence of the Vulcan Ambassador. We would also like to know the true mission of the probe, and to see if your world will be held responsible for what has happened. Trust me, huuman, I hope on your part we will only find innocence.”

The tension in the room had just been ramped up.

“We have no idea,” Kirk told K’rg, “how the probe, which we admit was launched from Earth in the distant past, managed to evolve into whatever form it has evolved into. Suffice to say, that at the time of the probe’s launch, our science, here on Earth, was incapable of creating then, or even now, this kind of technology.”

“Perhaps,” Gul Dukat, representing the Cardassian fleet said, “you have unknown allies which provided you the technology.”

“We Klingons never agree with the random utterances of the Cardassians,” K’rg said with disrespect, “though on this matter; we do.”

“How grateful we are,” Dukat said with sarcasm in his voice.

“I may have more to offer on this subject,” Sarek said to them all. “I have been noticing an undetermined growing conciseness as we grow closer to the anomaly,” Sarek said.

“As have I,” Spock added.

“Vulcan; Are you trying to tell us,” the Romulan fleet commander, Praefectus’alae Tnofie, a Romulan female, said, “that this anomaly is alive?”

Sarek looked to her. It was clear to Kirk that these two, Sarek and Tnofie, did not care for each other, but had known each other long before this current incident.

“Once again, Praefectus’alae Tnofie,” Sarek said to her, “you have managed to repeat what I have said with out actually repeating what I just said.”

As Sarek and Tnofie continued their tit-for-tat, Spock handed Kirk a note. Written in, as a matter of fact, was a simple piece of information. The note read;

Praefectus’alae Tnofie is my mother’s sister. Kirk had to stop himself from chuckling out loud. The interesting facts between the Romulans and the Vulcans just kept getting more interesting as time went by. It reminded Kirk of one of those old programs his grandmother subjected him to; a soap-opera.

Suddenly, from the other end of the table from Kirk, William Decker, with his stunning wife sitting beside him, spoke.

“Excuse me,” Decker said to them all. “Voyager-2 is just a probe. It was launched by my great-great grandfather. It was programmed with a return variable should it find data so remarkable, that it had to make its report only upon returning to Earth.”

Scotty, the Enterprise’s chief engineer, who sat in one of the satellite chairs, chuckled. McCoy, who sat next to him, shook his head in embarrassment at Scotty’s outburst.

“With all due respect mist’a Decker,” Scotty said out loud, his thick Scottish accent barely discernable, and with everyone now looking at him for having done so, “twentieth century probes were not constructed to project large plasma cloud defenses, let alone the fire power needed to destroy the vessels it came upon.”

“Yes, I agree, they weren’t.” Decker replied, but not once looking at Scotty. Decker kept his eyes on Kirk.

“Then,” Kirk said, trying to put it all very simply, “what is Voyager-2?”

“I do not really know,” Decker said with a fake smile, or at least, that’s what Kirk believed it was. “For the safety of Earth,” Decker said, “Starfleet has assigned me a most simple task. I believe I can, with a little time, using various code packets, supply the probe with the command code to transmit its data. That is why it has returned; with data so important, it can only relay this data to its creator.”

“You mean, man kind, don’t you?” McCoy asked.

“Of course,” Decker said with a smile.

“And what happens to our fleets when you do that?” Praefectus’alae Tnofie asked. It was clear she had no respect for Decker.

I would keep your distance, just to be safe,” Decker said, “but I really have no idea what might happen when I relay the code.”

“That is not entirely true now; is it mister Decker?” A voice asked from the other side of the briefing room.

Everyone looked to where the question had come. What they saw amazed them all. A human male, very suave looking, in an Armani suit no less, and with a cat perched on his shoulder, stood there for all to see where no one had stood a second before.

Kirk and Spock rose to their feet to confront the stranger.

“And who are you?” Kirk asked.

The man smiled.

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OUT OF THE BLUE

With out many answers to go on, Captain Kirk was running out of ideas as to how to help the fleet, comprised from help from other galactic powers, engage the approaching V’gr anomaly. Then, with out warning, a strange human, holding a cat in his arms, appeared from out of nowhere inside the briefing room; before the gathered alien commanders of the fleet.

“My name is Gary-7,” the man said. Kirk was about to interject, when Gary-7 held up a hand. “Please Captain; your questions to me will be answered. However, I am here to tell you that not only is mister Decker not being forthright in what he is here to do,” Gary-7 said, “the Romulans are not being forthright as well, are you?” Gary-7, with a warm smile on his face, asked Praefectus’alae Tnofie. “Perhaps you should both tell Captain Kirk and his guests about Dr. Sevrin.”

The statement from Gary-7 brought the room to a dead silence. Kirk, not seeing the intruder as a threat, backed off from attacking him.

“Could you please tell me,” Kirk said to Gary-7, “how you were able to gain entry to my ship?”

“Captain Kirk,” Gary said, “I have technology at my disposal that allows me to transport in such away. I wish I could elaborate more, but my employers would not appreciate such openness.”

“Exactly which employers are you referring to?” Spock asked.

“That would also violate my standing with them,” Gary said. “I will tell all of you this however,” Gary said to Kirk, and the assembled aliens at the briefing table, “that they are of no threat to any of you.”

“Excuse me,” Sarek said as he stood up and faced Gary, “you are human. How can you explain being employed by anyone not of Earth? You are obviously not of Romulas as well. So how is it you are among the stars?”

Gary nodded in agreement.

“I am indeed from Earth, Ambassador Sarek.” Gary said. “Ten-thousand Earth years ago, far before the Vulcan’s began visiting Earth, and the eventual departure of the Romans with your kind, I was enlisted by my suitors. I have been working with them since that time.”

“Do you expect us to believe,” Captain Kirk said with doubt in his voice, and a slight chuckle as he observed the cat that Gary now held in his arms, “that you are over ten-thousand years old?”

“I do,” Gary said.

Gul Dukat was about to interject when Kirk stopped him.

“We’ll delve into your unique pedigree later,” Kirk said Gary, and then Kirk turned to face Will Decker who had remained silent ever since Gary-7’s arrival, and astonishing statements as well. “What is our new friend revering to Mr. Decker?” Kirk asked, while also shifting his glance towards Praefectus’alae Tnofie, the female Romulan representative. “Who is Dr. Sevrin?

“You will not demand answers from me; Earther.” Praefectus’alae Tnofie shot back at Kirk with. “My fleet is here to help save your world, so how dare you question our motives?”

Sarek stared over to her as well, and then he looked back to Sevrin.

“Perhaps you should elaborate,” Sarek said to Gary-7.

“Oh,” Gary said, “I will indeed. Over a hundred Earth-years ago, a Romulan named Sevrin came to Earth, after being exiled from Romulas.”

“What?” McCoy asked from where he sat. “He came to Earth? Where is he now?”

“He is no longer alive, having died sixty years ago. However, his legacy, a following based on the archaic beliefs he had been banished from Romulas for even having, exists even now, in the here and now, on Earth; and mister Decker here is the leader of that group now; as prophesized by Sevrin a hundred years or so ago.”

Decker shook his head in mock anger.

“Do you know how mad you sound?” Decker said. “My great-great grandfather helped design the probe that now threatens us all. That is the only reason I am here now.”

Kirk walked over Gary-7.

“I’m afraid,” Kirk said to Gary, “that mister Decker is right. Your story is a bit hard to believe.”

“Captain Kirk,” Gary said with genuine concern, “Two other agents, also employed by my suitors, lost their lives while trying to ascertain Sevrin’s reasons for coming to your world. I suggest we ask her if what I say is true?” He finished, aiming his words at Praefectus’alae Tnofie.

Sarek, who in the meanwhile had been in contact with one of his aids on the Vulcan ship which was near the Enterprise’s position in the fleet, via secure com-unit attached to his ear, spoke next.

“According to our historical information,” Sarek said to Kirk, “a Romulan by that name, Sevrin, was indeed banished from his world over a hundred Earth years ago, for what seems to be illegal ideology laws on Romulas. I think you should look at this.”

Sarek motioned to the viewing screen on the main wall. An image of the deceased cultist leader from Earth, who had died sixty-years in Earth’s past, was being displayed. Then the image of the exiled Romulan was put up on the screen as well, side by side with the other picture; they were obviously the same person.

Kirk looked over to Praefectus’alae Tnofie, and then Decker.

“That is more than mere coincidence,” McCoy said from his seat, reveling in this ability to state the obvious.

“Yes,” Kirk replied softly, “it is.” Kirk stared directly at Tnofie.

Tonfie, and her male Romulan aide, stood up, and prepared to leave.

“I will not tolerate this inquisition any longer,” Tnofie stated with anger in her voice. “I am officially withdrawing the support of the Romulan Empire in this vain attempt at diplomacy.”

“Praefectus’alae Tnofie,” Sarek said suddenly, “did your government know of Sevrin’s existence on Earth?”

“I will not reveal any confidential information to an Ambassador of the Federation,” Tnofie replied with standoffish words.

Kirk walked over to Tnofie briskly and then stood toe to toe with her.

“I have been about as accommodating as I can tolerate; trust me,” Kirk told her, “My world, your former world I might add, is facing possible destruction and your sitting here acting as if your offended.” Kirk tapped the com-unit, which was positioned with-in the delta shield badge of his uniform. “Engineering, this is the captain; raise the shields now.”

“Aye sir, shields up.” A voice from the com-unit replied.

“What are you doing?” Tnofie demanded.

“You will not be able beam off my ship,” Kirk told her with scorn in his eyes, “until you tell me what you know about that thing.”

“Who are you to put demands on your guests?” Gul Dukat asked from the chair he sat in next to Kirk.

“I’m a human trying to save his world,” Kirk told all of them. “And if that means I have to ruffle the feelings of visitors; then so be it.”

“I hate Romulans with every fiber of my blood, huuman,” the Klingon commander, Kgr, spat out. “However, taking on an entire alien armada shows us that you have no intelligence, or honor!!” Kgr yelled as he stood up from where he sat. “You have angered me as well!”
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At that moment, emerging from the large anomaly that the alien fleet was approaching, were several bolts of energy; they were spherical in shape.

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“RED ALERT”, a voice yelled through the com-system of the Enterprise. Kirk engaged the main viewer. Sulu’s face appeared.

“Bridge; what’s going on?” Kirk asked.

The tension in the briefing room, for the moment, ebbed as they all watched the events transpire on the screen.

“Sir,” Sulu reported, “several energy pulses have emerged from the cloud.”

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Chopin’s Piano Sonata No. 2 in B-flat minor

Fifteen years ago; 2037

As delicate as an ice-skater’s prance across the chilled ice, the young girl, just nine years of age, glided her slender fingers across the ivory keys of her piano. With each touch of the keys, Chopin’s Piano Sonata No. 2 in B-flat minor, began to unfold. Sonata No. 2 had long been considered one of the great composer’s greatest accomplishments. Noted for its swelling, almost stormy crescendos, and its equally seductive valleys of emotion, the piece would often evoke emotions from not only those who were listening to it; but performing it as well.

The young girl, wearing an all white dress, her piano playing immaculate to the ear, was nearly two-thirds of the way through the piece. The grand-piano she was performing with was situated in the center area of a very regal home. Three visitors were situated to the left of the piano on a soft, very comfortable couch. A man, a woman, and a young boy, of sixteen years old, watched as the young girl played on. And while they listened to the soft sounds of the girl’s music, they could also hear the harsh sounds of pain coming from another room nearby. The sounds coming from the other room were the unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning; the moans were of an intimate nature, a sexual nature. And yet, through the sounds of the unseen woman’s primal desires, the young girl continued to play on.

The older man on the couch leaned closer to the young boy, so as to whisper.

“This young girl has incredible concentration for her age,” the older man said. “Even as her mother and father are in the torrent of passion, she is able to maintain focus on the sheet music before her. These are of the finest qualities of a woman, and can not be discarded when one is considering taking one for a mate.”

The woman, the older man’s wife, also leaned into whisper to the young man.

“Listen to your father,” she told him. “You are special William; that is why you been given your choice of any young lady in the compound. This young girl, Ilya, is only nine years of age. If you decide to make her your mate, then she will be betrothed to you as of tonight in a most sacred ceremony. From this day forward, she will be groomed for the day when she is to become the vessel of your desires. Her training will begin from this day forward. She will know that the will of a man, his needs, his desires, are far more important than what she wishes. She will place you on a pedestal and worship you as her master; that is her destiny, should you wish it my son.”

William Decker’s eyes became wider with desire. He was sixteen years old, and already the hormones of puberty were flowing through his body. From the earliest days he could remember, he had witnesses his own mother’s submission to his father’s demands. He had heard her screams of pain in the deep hours of the night. And as he grew older, and met people who did not follow the ways of their spiritual leader, Father Sevrin, William could only feel pity for the outsiders.

The moaning in the other room ended as the piano playing came to a soft end. Moments later two people came into the piano room. They were Ilya’s mother and father. Her father was wearing a casual shirt and pants. Ilya’s mother wore a long gown, nearly transparent. The mother also seemed tired, and there were obvious bruises on her neck, arms, and legs, and her left eye was swollen. They came over to the three visitors on the couch.

“Have you reached a decision?” The father asked William. “Will you chose my daughter to be your consort through the approaching epoch of our salvation?”

William Decker watched as both the mother and father of Ilya, with Ilya watching from where she sat at the piano, got down on their knees.

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A WIFE’S ROLE

The evasive actions of the Enterprise were so sudden that even those in the briefing room were thrown to the floor. The image on the screen never faltered, and one by one every ship in the fleet, except for the Enterprise, was destroyed, including the other two Federation starships which had joined the armada as well.

“Sulu,” Kirk shouted out as he regained his bearings and stood up, helping Sarek up as he did. “Report!”

“Captain,” Sulu replied. “Every other ship has been destroyed!!! And according to our sensors,” Sulu added, “a signal was sent from this ship seconds before the anomaly fired on the fleet.”

“A signal,” Kirk repeated. “Who sent it?”

“I did,” a voice replied from inside the briefing room.

It wasn’t Decker’s voice, Kirk quickly realized. It was the voice of a woman. Kirk looked over to where the words were spoken, it was Decker’s assistant. The rather strikingly beautiful woman named Ilya.
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Another ball of energy leaped out from space anomaly.

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Sulu, who was at the helm, and calling the shots from the bridge, watched as the ball of energy streaked towards the Enterprise.

“Prepare for impact,” Sulu said as both he, and Chekov next to him at navigation, tried their best to position the Enterprise into a more advantageous position. As Sulu maneuvered the ship, he also had to take care to try and avoid the debris from the destroyed fleet.

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The ball of energy slammed into the Enterprise’s shields. The energy dispersal made it appear as if the Enterprise was inside of a static-shock bubble. As strong as the ship’s shields were, they were ultimately no match against the energy dispersed by the space anomaly.

Suddenly, without warning, the energy penetrated the Enterprise’s shields. And then, on the bridge of the Enterprise, what appeared to be a column of electricity appeared out of nowhere. It made a loud, continuous crackling sound as it began to traverse the bridge. Sulu, Chekov and the rest of the bridge crew could only watch as the strange aberration made its way across the bridge.

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Briefing Room.

Captain Kirk looked over to Ilya and was about to talk to her when a signal came from the bridge. Kirk tapped on the com-unit on the main briefing table.

“Sir,” Sulu’s voice said from the com-unit on the table. “Some sort of probe, I guess, has appeared on the bridge. It is a column of pure plasma energy, and seems to be, as of yet, no threat to the crew up here on the bridge. But, It is beginning to access several of the stations here on the bridge. It seems to be acquiring data about Earth and other basic information.”

“You should destroy your ship Kirk!” Gul Dukat, now standing, demanded of Kirk, “That thing has already destroyed the fleet, so don’t let it get your data, which no doubt contains strategic information about the rest of our home worlds.” Dukat added.

“Sir, the energy probe just vanished!” Sulu reported.

Instantly, at the far end of the briefing room, the energy column appeared. The cracking noise startled all those in the briefing room. The light from the strange column of energy also drowned out the regular lighting of the room, casting a white neon glow upon every thing in the room.

“Could that be one of their crew?” McCoy asked, his voice barely heard over the crackling sound of the energy probe.

“That thing,” Dukat yelled, “destroyed my fleet.”

Dukat drew out a weapon from his side when, suddenly, a tentacle of energy lashed out. Dukat dove out of the way, but not before the energy destroyed his disruptor.


Ilya, who faced the energy, began to walk towards it. The crackling sound got louder.

“What are you doing Ilya!?” Decker demanded, who was still on the ground from the sudden movements of the ship earlier. “Don’t touch it!! I am to be its vessel, not you!”

Kirk, who had no idea of what Decker was talking about, tried to move to stop her, but he couldn’t. Whatever the strange energy the column was, it was also some how interfering with anyone’s attempt to move.

“I can’t move!” Scotty yelled out from where he sat.

“Neither can I,” Klingon Commander Kgr yelled out. “What form of trickery is this Kirk!”

“I don’t know!” Kirk answered, raising his voice to be heard. “I can’t move either.”

“Jim,” McCoy offered, yelling above the crackling noise, “I think it’s interfering with electrical currents on our own bodies. Don’t ask me how!”

Kirk scanned the room. The only person who was able to move was indeed Ilya, as she neared the column of energy, and strangely enough, the cat on Gary 7’s shoulders.

“Ilya,” Decker yelled, “I am your husband. I demand you do as I order!” He spat out at her.

A fiendish look came over Ilya’s eyes as the energy being enveloped her.

“Consider this union,” Ilya said, her voice altered strangely by the energy force, “ended!”

Suddenly a streak of energy lashed out from the Ilya/energy entity and struck Decker in the chest, exploding his body into chucks of flesh and bone, splatter blood everywhere. Just then, two security officers rushed into the room, and more two energy beams lashed out from the entity as well. Just like Decke’s before, their bodies exploded. And then, instantly, the energy column was gone; and a cold silence replaced the crackling sound.

“Jesus Christ,” McCoy said from where he sat at the horrific scene before them.

Three bodies, Decker’s and the two security guards, had been exploded before their very eyes. Blood was every where, some of it even on those who had survived. The fleet had been utterly destroyed as well.

“You have doomed us all,” Klingon Commander Kgr said to Kirk. “You should have destroyed your ship and killed what ever that was.”

“No,” Kirk said to Kgr. “All that would have done is killed the rest of us. The anomaly would still be out there, on its way to Earth, and beyond, had I just blown-up the ship. I’m not sure how they do things on your world,” Kirk said pointedly to the Klingon,” but on my world it is never a good day to die for nothing.”

The Klingon was about to respond when the meaning of Kirk’s words hit home.

“You are right, huuman,” Kgr said with respect. “No matter; our deaths will come quickly if we do not act. However, your words are the words of a warrior.”

Kgr slapped Kirk on the back out of respect.

“Kirk; a warrior? What are we to do now Klingon?” Praefectus’alae Tnofie asked with snide laughter, her Romulan face betraying her anger. “The Romulan Empire has been insulted, and now I stand here,” she said as she motioned to the blood on her uniform, “sprayed with the blood of a cowardly race.”

“We reap what we sow,” Gary-7 said with no emotion in his voice.

“Captain,” Sulu’s voice came from the com-unit again. “According to telemetry, the space anomaly is slowly changing course. Wait a second,” Sulu added, “yes, Chekov’s computations are correct. The space anomaly is no longer on a direct heading for Earth.”

“Where is it heading now?” Kirk asked.

Chekov’s soft voice came next.

“Sir,” she said, “if my computations are correct the space anomaly has changed course. The new course heading would put it on a direct course for the Romulan Empire; or Romulas to be more exact. Time of arrival would be 75.8 hours from now Captain.”

Praefectus’alae Tnofie slammed her fist on the table.

“You must get me to my world,” Tnofie demanded of Kirk. “I must be there to defend my people.”

“I wonder why it would want to go there,” Sarek noted. “The original probe came from Earth, as we all know. Why change course for Romulas?”

Suddenly the door to the briefing room opened. Uhura came in holding a strange device.

“Sir,” Uhura said to Kirk, “we found this old style communication’s platform in the quarters of Mr. Decker. According to our sensors, the space anomaly is exchanging data with the device, even now.”

“Fascinating,” came from both Spock and Sarek.

“We’ll figure it out,” Kirk said to them all, “on the way to Romulas. Because despite what you think,” Kirk said to Tnofie, “I don’t want your world to be destroyed either.”

As Kirk gave orders to Chekov and Sulu to change course for Romulas, he was unaware that inside his existence, the remnant of what Gary Mitchell had left inside of Kirk’s mind, was driving his decisions now.

What Kirk could not know, as well, was that Spock and Sarek were in telepathic communication with each other.

Spock looked to his father, Sarek, as Uhura handed the strange device to Scotty to analyze.


~~Spock; I am sensing an awareness from Kirk~~

~~I sense it too, father. Do you suspect the Omega Particle as well? ~~

~~ Yes I do, my son. The entity with-in Kirk must sense something about the space anomaly. You must observe the Captain and take care that his actions are not being directed by an outside force. I will assist the engineer in unlocking the secrets of the communication device~~

~~Yes father

Scotty held the device, taking care not to drop it. The interface light was still lit, which meant, most likely, that the device was still in contact with the space anomaly.

“This technology is a wee bit old,” Scotty told Kirk. “I canna be sure I will be able to learn anything about it.”

“Well; try.” Kirk said as he watched the clean up crews come in and start the long process of cleaning up the exploded remains of the three bodies.

Gary-7, with his cat still in his arms, came over to Kirk.


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A FATHER'S PATH

ABOARD THE USS ENTERPRISE AMID THE DEBRIS CLOUD OF THE DESTROYED FLEET

A clean up crew began the horrific process of cleaning the remains of Decker and the two security guards. Most of the alien fleet commanders, who had no where else to go now that their fleets had been destroyed by Vger, remained near the briefing room so as to confer with each other.

Captain Kirk made his way through the briefing room over to Praefectus’alae Tnofie. With Earth no longer the destination of the Vegr anomaly, and Romulus now most likely facing destruction, Kirk knew he had to find away to bridge their differences, but not dance around them either. Tnofie looked over to Kirk as he approached her..

“I do not need your pity,” Tnofie said with coldness in her voice.

“I’m not here to give any,” Kirk said, “I wanted to say that my engineer has the Enterprise at its top speed in order to return you to Romulas long before whatever that thing is gets to Romulas. And I have just been informed by my superiors to offer our help, as you did for us, against that thing. However, as I just heard from Sarek, Romulas is refusing any outside help; do you think that is wise?”

“Romulans do not need the assistance outsiders.” Tnofie retorted.

“Really?” Kirk replied. “Then I guess coming into our system, with out permission, to try to obtain an Omega Particle from one of out planets (Neptune) to use against the Borg, and which could perhaps have been used against this space anomaly as well, isn’t getting assistance from outsiders?”

“In case you do not remember; Romulans come from your world,” Tnofie explained to Kirk, “we were taken from Earth by the Vulcans. Make no mistake captain; Earth is our world too; someday we will visit the ownership issue of Earth I assure you.”

“Is that what this is all about?” Kirk asked pointedly. “You come into our system as you wish, as if we were a colony of yours? Because, if I might point out, it was an exile from Romulas who came to Earth and set events into motion that almost led to the destruction of Earth, and may well lead to the destruction of Romulas. And Earth is to take the blame for this?”

“What Sevrin did over a century ago on Earth was not condoned by my government, in fact we only recently found out about it ourselves.” Tnofie fired back.

Kirk continued. “The entity that seems to be at the heart of that cloud would seem to dispute that claim. According to Vuclan’s and Gary 7’s information about Sevrin’s cult, he had been in contact with the entity even as far back as a century ago.” Kirk told her. “And nearly fifty years ago, when we lost contact with the probe, the probe sent back a coded signal that implied that its computer system had been breeched by an approaching ship. The probe then changed course and was gone. Why do I think that it was a Romulan ship that tampered with the probe fifty years ago?”

“You say the probe changed course? We both know now that the course correction was most likely programmed into the probe by an Earthling…” Tnofie was saying before she was cut off by Kirk.

“…named Morris Decker,” Kirk interjected. “Morris Decker was pressured by Sevrin to alter the programming of the Voyager 2 probe. And unknown to Morris Decker, a clone taken from him would be created, that clone is now a pile of blood and bones in the briefing room. That clone became William Decker, who was then indoctrinated into a cult that saw him as their savior; in fact, all of humanities savior; Earth’s and Romulas’. It was Sevrin that set this all in motion. So you can stand there in front of me, all you want and blame the destruction that has happened, and is yet to come, on Earth; but it started with the sick beliefs of a Romulan named Sevrin.”

Praefectus’alae Tnofie leered at Kirk. And then she chose her words carefully.

“One day to come,” she said with a sneer in her days, “Very soon I believe, we will come home to Earth. And when that day comes, Kirk, I will be sure to find you.”

“I will be waiting,” Kirk said.

Tnofie smiled, and then walked away. Spock, who had returned to speak with Kirk, and had been standing on the other side of the room, came over to where Kirk was.

“Her words are interesting,” Spock said to Kirk, “though I would not put much stock in them.”

“How could hear us?” Kirk asked, “It was amazing since we both kept our voices down.”

Kirk and Spock made their way down the corridor, heading toward one of the Turbo-lifts.

“Captain; Vulcans have a well honed since of hearing,” Spock said in a tone Kirk thought was humorous, if ever so slightly.

“Well, my Vulcan first officer, is there any progress on the device that is communicating with Vgr?” Kirk asked.

“None as of yet, sir” Spock replied. “Captain Kirk, I now believe the entity inside the anomaly is at the heart of the problem. It no doubt made contact, somehow, a hundred years ago with Sevrin in the past. Sevrin was able, through Morris Decker, to get the probe to the entity. I am quite sure the entity convinced Sevrin to do this by preying on his illogical beliefs.”

They entered a Turbo-lift, and headed for the bridge.

“So,” Kirk said in agreement, “the entity fed Sevrin with what Sevrin wanted to hear, allowing this deranged Romulan to create and entire belief system around his insane beliefs. But what the entity really wanted was the probe. Perhaps the probe was a mode of escape from where ever the entity was from when it made contact with Sevrin.”

“A distinct possibility,” Spock said. “Captain, I have discussed with my father a possible course of action. Thanks to my father’s mind-meld with you back on Vulcan, you are aware of the unique communication that can happen with such a joining.”

“Yes I do,” Kirk said.

Seconds later, Kirk and Spock walked off of the Turbo-lift. The main bridge crew was all at their posts. The view screen showed the large debris cloud that had once been the combined fleet that had been sent to deal with the anomaly, but was ultimately destroyed by it.

Kirk sat at his command chair with Spock by his side.

“I think I know what you’re trying to ask me,” Kirk said to Spock. “You want to join with what ever the anomaly is, in the same way your father joined with me.”

“Affirmative,” Spock replied. “My own unique being, part sentient being, part artificial being, could allow me to meld with the anomaly and stop it from its current course of action; the destruction of Romulas.”

“And how exactly do you expect to get into the heart of that cloud with out being killed yourself?” Kirk asked

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[RobertScorpio]

Family Dynamics

Sarek piloted the shuttle on a course provided to him by the consciousness that was inside the Vgr cloud, which had now merged with Ilya. Sarek, as well as his Spock, had both sensed the presence of a unique consciousness when the anomaly first attacked the Federation fleet. They had also detected a slight variance in the though patterns now emanating from the anomaly. Was Ilya affecting Vgr in some as of yet unknown way?

Meanwhile, the device, an old piece of equipment from the NASA days of Earth’s space program, and now in Sarek’s possession as well, was still in contact with Vgr. The nature of that communication was still not known to Sarek or Spock. And now, due to Decker’s death, at the hands of Ilya, it would now be impossible to know what the device was programmed to do by Morris over a hundred years prior.

As Sarek piloted the shuttle, a signal came in from the Enterprise. The faces of Kirk and Spock appeared on the screen. They were standing behind Lt. Uhura, who was working the controls.

“Ambassador,” Kirk said softly, “I must request that you return to the ship immediately. Not only have you stolen Earth property,” Kirk said, “you have also damaged it as well.” Kirk held up seven self-sealing stembolts.

It was clear that Kirk was not upset, and in fact, humor was in Kirk’s eyes. It was probably, Sarek thought, something Kirk would have done had the roles been reversed. Kirk was no doubt following set protocols for stolen Earth equipment; he was just going through the motions. Why was Kirk warning Sarek?

Moments after Sarek had left the Enterprise with the shuttle, the Enterprise came out of warp. A quick search by Scotty found the bolts, part of the new Vulcan supplied Warp Core, had been tampered with. It was clear now that it was Sarek who had done the tampering. The repair would only take two hours, but would provide Sarek with enough time to catch up to the anomaly before the Enterprise to retrieve him.

Sarek, seeing the bolts in Kirk’s hands, nodded.

“I trust your engineer can make the repairs,” Sarek said.

“Yes, or course he can, your engineer’s trained him.” Kirk said with a slight smile, “but the damage has been done. And that’s not to mention what’s going to happen when Praefectus’alae Tnofie finds out that her trip back to Romulas has been delayed.”

“I have confidence in your diplomatic skills, Kirk.” Sarek said in his own wry way.

“Father,” Spock interjected, “You and I both decided that it would be best for me to make contact with the entity in the cloud due to my own unique being. We came to that decision in a logical manner. You actions, now, make me wonder if that conversation we had earlier was a ruse on your part.”

“The use of the world ruse offends me my son.” Sarek said, and again, Kirk thought, he sensed a teasing nature in Sarek’s tone.

“No, my son, it was not a ruse,” Sarek continued, “It was,” Sarek paused, searching for the best word to use, “it was, as the humans would put it, a delay tactic. I was not going to allow my youngest son to risk his life on such an endeavor. My ability in the use of the Vulcan mind-meld is beyond yours, so it is I who should make contact. And I must also add that the remnant that Kirk left in my mind should also prove somewhat useful in this endeavor as well.”

“What is he talking about?” Kirk asked Spock.

“When my father melded with your mind back on Vulcan, and was inside your mind” Spock explained, “he encountered what we refer to as a remnant. A piece, if you will, of what Gary Mitchell had become. Think back to when Mitchell forced his way inside of your mind, right before I tried to stop him, he left the remnant of his being. That remnant became part of what makes you who you are. The remnant is, we believe, the same Omega Particle that the Romulans had hoped to obtain from the atmosphere of Neptune. How it became part of Gary Mitchell, we do not know.”

Uhura, who was still at her post configuring the transmission with Sarek, upon hearing the strange conversation between the two Vulcans and the captain, had to force her self not to interject a ‘are you guys all nuts or what’ response to what was being said.

Sarek closed his eyes, and then opened them.

“Vgr,” Sarek said to Kirk and Spock, “or what it became after it fused with the Ilya woman, is probing my thoughts. I’m afraid this conversation will have to end for now.” He raised his hand and made the Vulcan hand salute. “Live long and prosper.”

The screen went blank.

“He’ll be okay,” Kirk said to Spock. “Your father is quite resourceful,” Kirk said, as he looked down at the bolts in his hand.

“Captain,” Uhura said, as she switched the channel and then heard a loud voice in her ear piece, “Praefectus’alae Tnofie is requesting to speak with you.”

“Well, I guess its time to go use those diplomacy skills your father thinks I have,” Kirk said as he headed towards the Turbo-lift. “Let me know when the engines are back on line.”

“Yes sir,” Spock replied, as he watched Kirk enter the turbo-lift

--

Lt. Hikaru Sulu, having been given a ninety-minute relief cycle due to the repairs to the warp engines, headed down to his quarters upon being told by Uhura that a private message, for him, had been received.

Sulu entered his quarters. Several katana were aligned on the walls of his quarters, as were other Japanese-oriental collectables. He hadn’t really wanted to decorate his room in such a manner, trying to avoid the stereo-typical decorative mantra of Japanese officers, but his mom made him swear that he would; so he did. But also among the traditional Japanese candles, and other nit-knacks, were Godzilla, Transformers and other action figures and toys. They were much apart of who he was as well as the traditional stuff.

He dove on to his bed and activated the interface of his com-unit. Every crew member had one. The face of his mother came on the screen. The message had been recorded nearly a day ago.

“Hikaru,” his mother began to say, “Your father’s health has taken a turn for the worse. It is believed that he will not live out the month. Your older brother, Tatsuya, is already here, fulfilling his role as the next in line to lead our family. That being said, I would still like you to come home and make peace with your brother while your father is still alive.”

The screen when dark as the message came to an end. Sulu reached up to the shelf above his bed and snatched up the Rodan action figure which stood next to the monitor, and laid back down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Sulu had always had a good relationship with his father, even after it was revealed that Sulu was gay. In some segments of Japanese society, sexual preference was still rooted in old customs, and homosexuality was not accepted. But while Sulu’s father, and mother to some degree, had learned to accept their son as he was, Sulu’s older brother, Tatsuya, had not. He accused young Sulu of bringing shame onto their family.

In fact, Tatsuya’s harsh words been the straw that broke the camel’s back, and been the chief inspiration for Sulu to run away from his family to join Starfleet. He ended up being quite successful, and had become a national icon in the ensuing years. But the long division between his brother and himself was coming back to life. Sulu would have to make an effort to see his father before it was too late; having now been ordered to do so by his mother. But it was the reunion with his brother, Tatsuya, that worried Sulu. With out warning, and in a fit of anger, Sulu sat up and threw the Rodan piece as hard as he could against the wall near the door, shattering in. Just as he did, a signal came from the door. Sulu regained his composure.

“Come,” Sulu called out to the door.

The door to his quarters opened and Captain Kirk was there.

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[RobertScorpio]

This week, out of the blue, I got some emails asking me about events that happened in the past, and that I am referring to. (The Gary Mitchell plotline for instance)

Here is a link to the earlier parts of STAR TREK PHASE TWO (at one time it was called PHASE ONE)

I am toying with putting in footnotes since even I can't remember sometimes what was going on back then...

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

Remnants

The room was dark, and it was cold. There was only one source of light, and it came from a dim light bulb that was positioned above the table two people sat at. In the center of the table was a chessboard. It wasn’t three-dimensional chess, which one of the players, Sarek, had been a Master at for many decades. It was the flat, two-dimensional chess game that all Vulcan children mastered by the age of five.

Sarek, contemplating his next move, slid one of his pawns up one square. The game was in its seventh turn, and Sarek had already deduced which four pieces, two from each side, would survive to the end game. He looked up at his opponent, a human female named Ilya.

“You are quite a good player, Ilya.” Sarek told the young woman.

“When I was just a child, training to be betrothed, my father would play this game with me. It was a time before I truly knew what my life would be like.”

“And what kind of life did you live?” Sarek asked.

She moved one of her chess pieces. Sarek arched an eyebrow. He had purposely let a path of events open that, had she been a master at the game, she could have taken control of it. Yet her move, which was measured in her eyes, put the game back towards a stalemate. She didn’t want to win, Sarek reasoned. She just wanted the game to go on. This was fine with Sarek. Their game in abstract was, hopefully, playing out in reality as well.

The chess game that both he and Ilya were playing was being played in some recessed area of Sarek’s mind, and Ilya’s as well. And although Ilya was here, in the strange dark world with Sarek, the Vgr entity, which was out there, in reality, and drawing ever so closer to Romulas.

What ever Ilya had become had allowed the shuttle Sarek had taken from the Enterprise to enter the space anomaly, a massive plasma cloud the size of a solar system, and eventually, he landed it on a most interesting surface. Steps upon steps appeared, creating a path, once he had come out of the shuttle.

He traversed the steps, not having to be told to do so. And as he did, he took in the surroundings. He could see pure energy pulsing high above him, and with the pulses came strange sounds, to alien to describe.

“What is this place?” Sarek asked the sky.

The sky answered by sending a small creature, which looked like a bird, and it was no larger than Sarek’s hand. The strange bird had four fingers sticking out of its neck where its head would be; the fingers had mouths that spoke to him as images of stars flew by. The fingers, strangely enough, spread out in the customary Vulcan hand salute.

“This is what I am,” the fingers on the left side said.

“This is what we are,” the fingers on the right side said.

“Fascinating,” Sarek said, “And how did you come to be?”

“We do not know,” the fingers on the right said.

“This existence, this way you see us, is no more different than the flame you my encounter were you to dream of us.”

“I’m sorry,” Sarek said after contemplating what was just said. “Your words are not coming together in away I can understand. Perhaps I should try a more direct approach,” Sarek told the flying bird with fingers. “Why do you approach the solar system ahead?”

“Our being,” the fingers on the right said, “Our essence of living, was ignited by simple thoughts. It called to us, it gave us insight. Our life was new, so we knew not how since it. So we waited for the thoughts to become more tangible, and we sent for excursion.”

And then, instantly, Sarek’s mind became filled with pain. And then he found himself in the cold and dark room, sitting across from Ilya, with the chess set between them.

“The life I lived,” Ilya said as Sarek made his next move, “was much more real. I was born to be nothing more than a depository for evil.”

“Was this evil the man known as Decker?” Sarek asked.

“All men are evil,” Ilya said as she looked at Sarek, “Even you are evil.” She added softly.

“No,” Sarek said, “You can not possibly believe that to be true.”

She smiled, “I do believe it to be true. Can you not see, Sarek, that I am a God? I know the universe. What you call a Remnant, I call absolute knowledge. Men, on Romulas on Earth, or even Romulas, there is no difference, are evil. Whether it is Sevrin or it is Decker, or Kirk or you, the subversion of women can not be denied, even now.”

Sarek had to tread carefully. Sarek was, more and more it was becoming apparent, dealing with a very power being who had infinite powers. And, the talking bird earlier, gave credence to Sarek’s belief that the Remnant, the ultimate power that was behind everything, and had merged with Ilya, was nothing more than a child. And quite often, a child’s perception of reality was molded by its own experiences, and therefore was incapable of realizing that those experiences were not inclusive of all reality. The chess game, which was purposely being dragged on by Ilya, proved to Sarek that the entity wanted more knowledge, perhaps beginning to realize a limit to its knowledge had been reached, but would not outright ask for it.

“It is true,” Sarek said as Ilya took her turn, “that humanity, in its actions concerning equality, hasn’t always been,” Sarek paused for a moment, “equal. The life that your father forced you to live was wrong. And if you search your mind, Ilya’s mind, you know that those beliefs were germane only to a cultish view, brought to Earth from beyond, and then allowed to fester for all those years. However, those beliefs of Sevrin’s, and then later Decker, did not represent the totality of humanity, on Earth, or Romulas.”

“You think of me as a child,” Ilya said to Sarek.

“No, I do not,” Sarek said, “However, the entity that you merged with, the Remnant, has only its brief existence to call upon. This massive anomaly, which houses the Remnant, was constructed to absorb knowledge; however it’s quite clear that the assimilation of that knowledge is not instant. In time, these things we are speaking of will indeed come to be known, and then a more measured understanding of reality can be attained. There must be away to quicken, through you Ilya, the Remnant’s ascension.”

“Perhaps,” Ilya said to Sarek, “there is a way.”

Instantly wind started to blow through the dimly lit room. The reality was shifting, and then Sarek felt his mind opening.

Ilya looked at Sarek. She peered into his existence. As she pulled back the layers of Sarek’s life, she came upon the most amazing aspect of his life, an area quite specific to her own true existence. Sarek, trying to maintain focus, and fighting off the wind as he did, reached down to make another move on the chess board, but as he did, his hands began to change. His fingers were no longer the long and boney fingers of a Vulcan, but had now become the hands of a human. Ilya looked up from the new hands that had replaced Sarek’s and found that Sarek was no longer sitting across from her at the table; a human was.

“Who are you?” Ilya asked.

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[RobertScorpio]

Romulas

The Starship Enterprise had over-taken the Vgr anomaly and entered Romulan space. The Vgr cloud was expected to reach the Romulan star system with-in fourty-eight hours. As the Enterprise came out of orbit, several Romulan Warbirds escorted the Federation ship to the home-world of the Romulan civilization; a world called Romulus.

Captain Kirk sat in his command chair on the bridge of the Enterprise. To his left stood Mr. Spock, to his right stood the female Romulan Commander; Praefectus’alae Tnofie. As the Enterprise followed its armada-escort, Kirk couldn’t help but notice the large amount of Romulan ships that were passed along the way.

“I am impressed,” Kirk said to Tnofie. “The technological advancements of the Romulan Star Empire can not be denied.”

“My people,” Tnofie said to Kirk, “left Vulcan with nothing more than an inspiration to be more than what we were; refugees from Earth. We have built all of this in a very short matter of time,” Tnofie said. Her voice was full of pride, which Kirk could understand.

“Captain,” Spock said to Kirk, “the outer beacon markers of the Romulan system are picking up the early stages of the Vgr anomaly. Our new estimates put the anomaly here with in the next sixteen hours, maybe less.”

Kirk was relieved that Spock was still acting in his usual professional Vulcan manner, but Kirk also had to wonder how the disappearance of Sarek was affecting him as well. But, respecting Spock’s privacy, Kirk decided to speak about the matter with Spock at a later time.

“Captain,” Uhura said from her station, “The Romulan planetary network is demanding access to our helm so as to restrict our movements while in their territory.”

Kirk looked to tnofie.

“Is that really necessary?” Kirk asked her.

“Yes it is Captain,” Tnofie replied. “Your people may be very trusting of others; we are not. We have learned the hard way; that trust in others is a fool’s errand. It is standard protocol for visitors to our territory to allow us to take control of their ship’s helm. I would suggest you accept this demand. If more than one minute of your time goes by without acceptance, the Romulan defense structure will destroy you without even giving it a second thought.”

Kirk looked to Spock.

“For the time being,” Spock said, “it would be logical to give them access to our helm.”

Kirk looked over to Sulu who was already looking back at Kirk with a look of suspicion.

“Alright, helmsman,” Kirk said to Sulu with a weary look as well, “Go ahead and release the lockout procedures and allow the Romulans to take control of the Enterprise.”

Sulu was obviously worried, as was Chekov, Kirk could see, but for now they had no choice but to follow the Romulan demands. Sulu whirled around and moments later the lighting on the bridge became a light neon-blue in nature as the Enterprise came under the control of the Romulans.

“Well,” Chekov said from her post, “I guess we can just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

“Interesting way to put it,” Scotty said from his engineering post on the bridge. “I just’a hope the Romulans know we are here ta help.”

Tnofie looked to Scott.

“If we felt otherwise, then trust me,” she said with a sneer on her face, “your ships destruction would have already happened.”

Spock arched an eyebrow at the thought.

--
Gary -7 sat inside his quarters aboard the Enterprise. Gary had been abducted from Earth thousands of years earlier, and had been trained for those who had employed him. He had purposely left Kirk and the others in the dark about the true nature of his being. As he stretched out on the bed, which he found very comfortable, he petted his cat, Isis, who was stretched out across his chest. Then there came a beeping sound from the pocket on his shirt. He reached in and took out a cylinder shaped objected and then made a few adjustments on it. Isis had repositioned her self on the bed as well.

“State your progress.” A female voice said from the device.

“It’s pretty much playing out as we suspected,” Gary reported. “The entity inside the anomaly took the human form of the woman, Ilya, and killed Decker. The anomaly no longer threatens Earth, but it now threatens Romulas.”

“Ironic how the descendants of a human colony established on Vulcan, but who then later struck-out on their own to found the Romulan Star Empire, are now threatened.”

“Not surprising though,” Gary replied. “It was one of the Romulans who made contact with the entity now inside of anomaly and began this entire ordeal. Is there any more information about the origin of the entity which now possesses Ilya’s body?”

“Our earlier conclusions still stand,” the female voice said. “We determine it to be one of the Omega particles that the Romulans have been searching for in their quest to find a weapon to stop the Borg, should they ever return.”

“What about their efforts on the Earth system world called Neptune?” Gary asked.

“We do not exactly know,” the voice said. “We dispatched an agent to gather more information on Earth. The Romulan ship was destroyed, that much we are certain, by the deliberate acts of the particle they found on Neptune. After that, the information becomes sketchy at best. According to our agent on Earth, Captain Kirk’s log, aspects of it which were recorded on their recent voyage to Vulcan, may contain top secret information that he has not been debriefed on yet by his superiors.”

Gary nodded his head.

“Perhaps I should try to gain access to Kirk’s log,” Gary suggested.

“We agree,” the female responded. “Try to gain access to Kirk’s log; Gary-7,” she added, “However, do take care. According to the Astheracts, there are time-streams already spreading out from Romulas which point to some event in the short-term. The Continuum will not divulge any other information, not wanting to tamper as they did the last time. But the data the Astheracts are gathering can not be denied; something is about to happen, and you are going to be right in the middle of it; agent Gary-7.”

With that, the communication ended. Gary-7 had one purpose now. He had to find out about the information that might be contained in Kirk’s log. Or, Gary thought, he could do the simple thing and simply ask Kirk. For some reason, Gary felt as though Kirk could be one who could be trusted with matters were outside the normal flow of events. It was something only Gary could decide.

Without a wasting a beat, Gary left his quarters in route to the bridge...

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[RobertScorpio]

Phase-two VGR "Deus Ex Machina "

Deus Ex Machina

The USS ENTERPRISE was at red alert, as it orbited Romulas. The Federation ship had not been allowed to join the Romulan fleet that had been amassed to confront the Vgr anomaly. Even as they faced the ultimate thread, the Romulan pride would not allow outside help to deal with the Vgr threat.

For now all Jim Kirk could do was get tactical reports from Sulu; which just wasn’t the same as being part a battle that might determine the fate of an entire civilization. Kirk did not like being on the sidelines, it was in his nature to be where the action was.

Even though it was quite clear that the Romulans had designs on Earth, it didn’t matter to James T Kirk. Not at this time. Maybe it was because the Romulans were, in all actuality, descendants of Earth, and Kirk, as well as the rest of his crew, felt a connection to the Romulans.

Spock’s mother was also a Romulan. This made Spock half human, and in some respects, they, Kirk and Spock, had much in common with the Romulans. As Kirk was in deep thought, one of the ship’s operations techs handed Kirk a clipboard of issues to sign. Kirk signed them and then stood up to stretch. He walked over to Uhura’s station.

“Where is Spock?” Kirk asked her.

“He is down in sickbay,” Uhura replied. “Dr. McCoy called earlier and asked him to come down there for some reason.”

Kirk rubbed his eyes. The waiting was starting to get to him. Sulu turned back to face him from Helm.

“Sir, the Romulan fleet is reporting that they have engaged the anomaly,” Sulu reported. Sulu looked at his tactical board, then back to Kirk. “Sir, they are putting a good spin on it, but it isn’t going well.”

“Captain,” Uhura said, “we are getting a signal from Romulan control. They have released their control of our ship and have granted us permission to leave their system.”

That was not a good sign.

“GARY,” came from the high pitched voice of Lt. Nadya Chekov.

Kirk whirled around to see Gary Mitchell standing on the Bridge of the USS ENTERPRISE. For a brief moment Kirk felt happy to see his friend again, but only for a moment. Chekov stood up to face Gary as well.

“Hello Jim,” Gary said, “hello Nadya,” Gary said as he reached out and stroked her chin with his fingers.

“Gary,” Kirk said, “What are you doing here?” He asked as he walked over to where Gary stood; next to Chekov.

“It’s complicated,” Gary said as he stood and looked around the Bridge. A look melancholy came over Gary Mitchell’s face. “I really do miss this place Jim. I was the most happiest in my life, being here with you.”

“Gary,” Kirk said to his old friend, “the Romulan’s face extinction at the hands of the anomaly that is approaching this system. Can you help in someway?”

Gary walked past Kirk and over to where two of the security guards had dragged Gary-7 out of the Turbo-lift.

“This man is dead,” Gary Mitchell said to Kirk. “Who was he?”

Kirk came over and knelt down with Gary Mitchell to look at the dead man.

“His name was,” Kirk paused, and then he continued, “Gary.”

“No shit; another Gary. Human, or snail, it is a great name.” Gary Mitchell said with a smile. Gary looked over to the dead cat that was on the ground near the Turbo-lift as well.

At that moment the turbo-lift opened and McCoy and Spock entered the Bridge. Gary and Kirk stood up to face them.

“Ahhhh,” Gary Mitchell said to Spock, “good to see you again Spock. I should kill you for interfering with me last time.”

“As I recall,” Spock said, “I did so to save the Captain’s life.”

Before Gary could respond, Kirk cut in and aimed his words at McCoy.

“What’s going on?” Kirk asked McCoy.

McCoy was now leaning down and observing the dead cat, and then looked up to Spock who stood above him. Then he looked over to Kirk.

“What’s going?” Kirk asked again.

“You’ll find this very interesting, Jim,” Gary Mitchell said, as if he already knew what Spock was about to say.

“About an hour ago,” McCoy told Kirk, “I started to pick up a strange signal on one of the low end Tricorders I had been calibrating. I called Spock down to sickbay to investigate where the signal was coming from.”

“This is the best part,” Gary added.

“What did you find?” Kirk asked.

“A carrier wave with most interesting dynamics,” Spock said. “We were on our way to inform you that the signal had been coming from Mr. Seven’s quarters, before we lost contact with it.”

“And,” McCoy said as he snipped off the cat’s collar and handed it to Kirk as he stood up, “ here it is Spock. The signal is coming from this. It is still activated.”

“So?” Kirk asked as he looked at the collar.

“At first,” Spock continued, “I assumed it was a signal to perhaps those whom Mister Seven is employed. Upon further investigation I came to the conclusion that it was not a communication device signal at all.”

“Spock,” Kirk said in a slightly agitated tone, “what is the signal?”

“Captain,” Spock said, “I believe it’s a homing beacon.”

“A homing signal for the VGR anomaly to zero in on and find Romulas,” Kirk asked. “That’s a bit hard to believe; Vgr has engaged the Romulan fleet and is on a B-line for this planet.”

“Jim,” Gary said, “we need to talk.”

“Why is he here?” McCoy asked Kirk, in reference to Gary Mitchell.

“Good to see you to Bones,” Gary said, “Please don’t talk as if I am not here. Its still me! I’ m still Gary Mitchell!”

As Kirk and Mitchell continued their conversation, Spock and McCoy scanned the collar and the cat for more clues. McCoy also went over to Gary-7’s body to scan it as well.

“Alright,” Kirk said turning to face Gary Mitchell, “Why are you here. The last time I saw you, on the way to Vulcan, you told me that you were evolving into a higher purpose. So?” Kirk said, “Did you graduate from the God academy already? Are you here to pass around a collection’s plate?”

“You’re good,” Gary, with a smile, said to Kirk. “It’s actually not a God academy; it’s called the Continuum. And to answer your question, yes I graduated. You can actually call me,” Gary said as he paused, “Q.”

“Okay, Q” Kirk said, “then why don’t you snap your fingers, do a potion, sacrifice a chicken or whatever, and stop that anomaly from destroying Romulas?”

“Well,” Gary said, “I can’t. The entity inside the anomaly is also one of us, or actually will be. I was never that good at Quantum mechanics. Anyway, someday, it will be like I am; special. For now it is…”

“A Remnant?” Spock asked as he continued to scan the collar.

“Your father calls us that as well,” Mitchell said to Spock. “However, Vulcan, you and your father are wrong.”

“Spock? Wrong? Really;” McCoy added in a sardonic tone. “This day could go down in history.”

“Gary,” Kirk said as he looked over to Sulu, who was looking at him, and saw the helmsman shake his head, “we don’t have time for this. Why are you here if not to help?”

“Why am I here Jim?" Gary replied.

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