Author’s Note: This is my first nuTrek story. It takes place a few months after Star Trek 11 and deals with the fall-out of those events. That’s all you really need to know.
Also, unlike most of the Trek I've been posting (namely "Peace in Our Time" and "Hours and Minutes") this one will actually have a conclusion.
Please to enjoy . . . Star Trek: Revolutionary Boys
PRELUDE: A WORLD IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
He didn’t know where she came from or what the name of her species was. She stood, clothed in almost nothing, less than two feet away from him. She was tall and leggy, her skin a shade of pink and her hair violet. She smiled at him and it became apparent that both their species flirted in just the right way.
“Hello there,” he opened, leaning closer to her. The saloon was packed full; a loud Denobulan laughed abundantly behind him, slapping his Andorian pal on the shoulder in over animated manner.
“Hi,” she returned, her yellow eyes taking him in.
“Jim Kirk.”
“As’Lanna.”
“Pretty name.”
Her cheeks flushed blue. It was flattering. He reached out and took her hand, kissed it just a little. She gasped in return.
Jim smirked at her. “Just my people’s way of saying hello.”
“I see. That’s my people’s way of initiating intimacy.”
“Well . . . from my world to yours, hello.”
As’Lanna giggled and it was a funny little giggle. Like something a purring animal would do. He hated doing this to her, but she was the one he was looking for.
“So I was wondering if you could help me out,” he said now, putting her fingers in his hand.
“Hmm?”
“I’m trying to find my way home. I’m a little . . . lost.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Yeah. Y’know how it is . . . your navigator gets drunk, crashes you onto an alien world, deletes the entire astrometric database . . .”
She retracted her fingers. Too much too soon, Jim. He backed up, happy the Denobulan had done the same.
“Aren’t you human? Can’t you contact the Federation?”
“Yeah, well, I thought of that, but the Federation doesn’t really have many ships out this far. Plus, I can’t imagine they’d want to divert a whole starship to pickin’ me up. Bunch of stuck-up . . . bastards.” He launched a nut from a tray on the bar into his mouth. Jim pushed his confidence.
As’Lanna faux frowned. “Stuck out here, in the middle of nowhere, lost and abandoned.”
“Yep. Pretty much.”
“I might be able to help . . .” She grabbed both his hands and looked around the bar, almost like she was searching for someone.
Jackpot.
***
“Damn fool,” Bones muttered in his Andorian Ale.
“I think he’s brilliant,” Scotty replied from across the table. “And we’ve got work to do.”
The good doctor rose from his chair. “Let’s get to it, then, and get moving.”
The two humans pushed passed two Arcadians and headed towards the door. Outside, a good rain drenched the red dirt. The night sky was shrouded by a mass of dark clouds. In the distance, there was thunder and an occasional flash of lightning. Behind the saloon was the space dock; a towering mesh of platforms and repair stations. The pair walked up a ramp to the lowest of the platforms.
“Where?” asked Scotty as Bones produced a Tricorder.
“There.”
Bones pushed his hand into his jacket and gripped hard to his hypospray. They looked across the platform at a Denobulan shuttle; standing just outside of it, in the pouring rain, was a lone Denobulan.
“Hello there!” Scotty greeted. “So good to see a friendly face!”
The Denobulan turned to them, squinting, and raised his hand.
“Haven’t seen a fellow Federation citizen since Deneva colony,” Bones tossed in. “Wanted to see if you were interested in some good ol’ fashioned debatin’ about the current, uh, um - ”
“Er, State of – “
“State of Medical Law and it’s, uh, affect on – on – on - ”
“Mining regulations.”
“Right! Exactly!”
The Denobulan glared at both of them. “There are other Federation species in saloon. I am on duty.”
“There are?! Really?!” Scotty yelped, aghast. “I didn’t see any one in there. Did you?”
Bones shook his head. “I didn’t. Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
“I am positive. Now, please, just leave me be.”
Bones looked to Scotty. “Sure thing, sure. Just one more thing?”
“What’s that?”
Bones slammed the hypospray in the alien’s neck. In a second, the Denobulan collapsed onto the ground. The doctor looked to Scotty. “Get to work, Mr. Scott.”
“Aye, I’m on it.” Scotty took a panel off the ship and pulled out an instrument.
***
“The rain . . . makes this place seem cozy.”
As’Lanna laughed. “‘Cozy.’ Such a funny word.”
Jim considered it and nodded. “I suppose it is. It means close . . . and warm.”
Jim stepped closer to her. The room was tiny and filled with shelves of PADDs and devices Jim didn’t recognize. She reached for PADD and handed it over. “I’m actually a bit of an expert in stellar cartography.”
“Get outta town.”
She laughed again. “Here we are and here’s the nearest Federation outpost. I’m sure you could passage there.”
“Oh, but why should I go back? I’m not fan of the Federation, remember?”
As’Lanna laid her head on his shoulder and pressed a key on the PADD. “Well, these areas of space are fairly uncharted.”
Jim nodded. “I see that,” he replied, the reason for seeing this woman about to come together. “Any value in these worlds?”
“Oh, a lot. I work for . . .” She paused, getting unsure again. “That is to say, I do some work for some friends of mine.”
‘Yeah, the Orions,’ Jim thought.
“Really? And what do they do?”
“Explore.”
“There’s nothing here to explore, though. Nothing . . . fun, that is,” he said with a wink.
Grinning again, she pointed out a few worlds. “Oh, I don’t know. This one has a high volume of food . . . some claim its home of a very powerful aphrodisiac.”
“Oh, like I need that.”
“This one is contains high volumes of deuterium, magnesite, and some dilithium. This one has massive diamonds jutting out of the ground.”
“Wow.”
The door flew open. A gigantic man, at least eight feet tall and completely red, stood silhouetted before them. “WHAT IS THIS?!”
“Oh, Gra’Gar’Laz . . . I brought us a third to join us tonight.”
Jim jerked his head towards As’Lanna. “What?!”
Gra’Gar’Laz smiled broadly. Jim held the PADD close to his chest. “Um, thanks for this, but I just remembered I left my . . . uh . . . I gotta go.”
Jim made for the door, but was blocked by the alien. “Who are you really?”
Jim smacked his shoulder. “Not your type, big guy.”
“You are offensive. And you have taken something you shouldn’t.”
***
“Are you almost done?”
Scotty looked over. “I’ve got what we came for, but I’m trying to find our way through the defense grid.”
Bones stood up. “Well, if it helps, I’ve just confirmed it. This isn’t a Denobulan. It’s a Klingon.”
Scotty glanced down at the Denobulan, then returned to his work. “Maybe I’m wrong, but I didn’t think Klingons were very much for undercover missions.”
“Don’t look at me, Mr. Scott, but I’ve got the evidence right here. This man is a Klingon.”
“And you’re both dead.”
Scotty and Bones whirled around to find a Denobulan standing with two phasers pointing at them. Scotty waved his arms at him.
“It should have been obvious, Doctor, what kinda Denobulan carries around two phasers!”
“TURN AROUND! ON YOUR KNEES!”
Scotty sighed and did as he was commanded. Bones joined him. The Denobulan/Klingon stepped forward – and then was slammed to the ground by Jim Kirk.
“GET UP!” shouted Kirk, grabbing one of the phasers and firing freely at the quickly recovering Klingon spy and Gra’Gar’Laz.
“DIE! DIE, YOU OFFENSIVE MEAT!” roared Gra’Gar’Laz.
“SURRENDER!” shouted the spy.
Kirk yanked out his communicator, pausing only briefly to fire his phaser. It struck Gra’Gar’Laz, but didn’t do anything lasting.
“KIRK TO ENTERPRISE! SPOCK, GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR PLEASE!”
“HUMAN! HUMAN MAN!” shouted As’Lanna, running past Gra’Gar’Laz, her mostly naked body unaffected by the wet rain.
Kirk couldn’t bring himself to fire at her. Until she pulled out daggers and a pair of tusks leapt from her mouth.
“Wow, Jim . . .” Bones muttered.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
A dagger went flying right at him . . . and struck the ship behind where he was once standing.
***
Kirk, Bones, and Scotty appeared on the transporter pad, cold and wet. Spock walked in to greet them. “Gentlemen?” he questioned.
Kirk pushed his hair back. “Got the coordinates.”
“And we got what we were looking for,” Scotty said, looking to McCoy. “Here is the security grid data to help get us out of here undetected.”
Kirk smiled wildly. “In others words, Mr. Spock, jackpot.”
-------
Next: The Enterprise heads back to Earth, where the crew gets new orders . . .
Also, unlike most of the Trek I've been posting (namely "Peace in Our Time" and "Hours and Minutes") this one will actually have a conclusion.
Please to enjoy . . . Star Trek: Revolutionary Boys
PRELUDE: A WORLD IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
He didn’t know where she came from or what the name of her species was. She stood, clothed in almost nothing, less than two feet away from him. She was tall and leggy, her skin a shade of pink and her hair violet. She smiled at him and it became apparent that both their species flirted in just the right way.
“Hello there,” he opened, leaning closer to her. The saloon was packed full; a loud Denobulan laughed abundantly behind him, slapping his Andorian pal on the shoulder in over animated manner.
“Hi,” she returned, her yellow eyes taking him in.
“Jim Kirk.”
“As’Lanna.”
“Pretty name.”
Her cheeks flushed blue. It was flattering. He reached out and took her hand, kissed it just a little. She gasped in return.
Jim smirked at her. “Just my people’s way of saying hello.”
“I see. That’s my people’s way of initiating intimacy.”
“Well . . . from my world to yours, hello.”
As’Lanna giggled and it was a funny little giggle. Like something a purring animal would do. He hated doing this to her, but she was the one he was looking for.
“So I was wondering if you could help me out,” he said now, putting her fingers in his hand.
“Hmm?”
“I’m trying to find my way home. I’m a little . . . lost.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Yeah. Y’know how it is . . . your navigator gets drunk, crashes you onto an alien world, deletes the entire astrometric database . . .”
She retracted her fingers. Too much too soon, Jim. He backed up, happy the Denobulan had done the same.
“Aren’t you human? Can’t you contact the Federation?”
“Yeah, well, I thought of that, but the Federation doesn’t really have many ships out this far. Plus, I can’t imagine they’d want to divert a whole starship to pickin’ me up. Bunch of stuck-up . . . bastards.” He launched a nut from a tray on the bar into his mouth. Jim pushed his confidence.
As’Lanna faux frowned. “Stuck out here, in the middle of nowhere, lost and abandoned.”
“Yep. Pretty much.”
“I might be able to help . . .” She grabbed both his hands and looked around the bar, almost like she was searching for someone.
Jackpot.
***
“Damn fool,” Bones muttered in his Andorian Ale.
“I think he’s brilliant,” Scotty replied from across the table. “And we’ve got work to do.”
The good doctor rose from his chair. “Let’s get to it, then, and get moving.”
The two humans pushed passed two Arcadians and headed towards the door. Outside, a good rain drenched the red dirt. The night sky was shrouded by a mass of dark clouds. In the distance, there was thunder and an occasional flash of lightning. Behind the saloon was the space dock; a towering mesh of platforms and repair stations. The pair walked up a ramp to the lowest of the platforms.
“Where?” asked Scotty as Bones produced a Tricorder.
“There.”
Bones pushed his hand into his jacket and gripped hard to his hypospray. They looked across the platform at a Denobulan shuttle; standing just outside of it, in the pouring rain, was a lone Denobulan.
“Hello there!” Scotty greeted. “So good to see a friendly face!”
The Denobulan turned to them, squinting, and raised his hand.
“Haven’t seen a fellow Federation citizen since Deneva colony,” Bones tossed in. “Wanted to see if you were interested in some good ol’ fashioned debatin’ about the current, uh, um - ”
“Er, State of – “
“State of Medical Law and it’s, uh, affect on – on – on - ”
“Mining regulations.”
“Right! Exactly!”
The Denobulan glared at both of them. “There are other Federation species in saloon. I am on duty.”
“There are?! Really?!” Scotty yelped, aghast. “I didn’t see any one in there. Did you?”
Bones shook his head. “I didn’t. Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
“I am positive. Now, please, just leave me be.”
Bones looked to Scotty. “Sure thing, sure. Just one more thing?”
“What’s that?”
Bones slammed the hypospray in the alien’s neck. In a second, the Denobulan collapsed onto the ground. The doctor looked to Scotty. “Get to work, Mr. Scott.”
“Aye, I’m on it.” Scotty took a panel off the ship and pulled out an instrument.
***
“The rain . . . makes this place seem cozy.”
As’Lanna laughed. “‘Cozy.’ Such a funny word.”
Jim considered it and nodded. “I suppose it is. It means close . . . and warm.”
Jim stepped closer to her. The room was tiny and filled with shelves of PADDs and devices Jim didn’t recognize. She reached for PADD and handed it over. “I’m actually a bit of an expert in stellar cartography.”
“Get outta town.”
She laughed again. “Here we are and here’s the nearest Federation outpost. I’m sure you could passage there.”
“Oh, but why should I go back? I’m not fan of the Federation, remember?”
As’Lanna laid her head on his shoulder and pressed a key on the PADD. “Well, these areas of space are fairly uncharted.”
Jim nodded. “I see that,” he replied, the reason for seeing this woman about to come together. “Any value in these worlds?”
“Oh, a lot. I work for . . .” She paused, getting unsure again. “That is to say, I do some work for some friends of mine.”
‘Yeah, the Orions,’ Jim thought.
“Really? And what do they do?”
“Explore.”
“There’s nothing here to explore, though. Nothing . . . fun, that is,” he said with a wink.
Grinning again, she pointed out a few worlds. “Oh, I don’t know. This one has a high volume of food . . . some claim its home of a very powerful aphrodisiac.”
“Oh, like I need that.”
“This one is contains high volumes of deuterium, magnesite, and some dilithium. This one has massive diamonds jutting out of the ground.”
“Wow.”
The door flew open. A gigantic man, at least eight feet tall and completely red, stood silhouetted before them. “WHAT IS THIS?!”
“Oh, Gra’Gar’Laz . . . I brought us a third to join us tonight.”
Jim jerked his head towards As’Lanna. “What?!”
Gra’Gar’Laz smiled broadly. Jim held the PADD close to his chest. “Um, thanks for this, but I just remembered I left my . . . uh . . . I gotta go.”
Jim made for the door, but was blocked by the alien. “Who are you really?”
Jim smacked his shoulder. “Not your type, big guy.”
“You are offensive. And you have taken something you shouldn’t.”
***
“Are you almost done?”
Scotty looked over. “I’ve got what we came for, but I’m trying to find our way through the defense grid.”
Bones stood up. “Well, if it helps, I’ve just confirmed it. This isn’t a Denobulan. It’s a Klingon.”
Scotty glanced down at the Denobulan, then returned to his work. “Maybe I’m wrong, but I didn’t think Klingons were very much for undercover missions.”
“Don’t look at me, Mr. Scott, but I’ve got the evidence right here. This man is a Klingon.”
“And you’re both dead.”
Scotty and Bones whirled around to find a Denobulan standing with two phasers pointing at them. Scotty waved his arms at him.
“It should have been obvious, Doctor, what kinda Denobulan carries around two phasers!”
“TURN AROUND! ON YOUR KNEES!”
Scotty sighed and did as he was commanded. Bones joined him. The Denobulan/Klingon stepped forward – and then was slammed to the ground by Jim Kirk.
“GET UP!” shouted Kirk, grabbing one of the phasers and firing freely at the quickly recovering Klingon spy and Gra’Gar’Laz.
“DIE! DIE, YOU OFFENSIVE MEAT!” roared Gra’Gar’Laz.
“SURRENDER!” shouted the spy.
Kirk yanked out his communicator, pausing only briefly to fire his phaser. It struck Gra’Gar’Laz, but didn’t do anything lasting.
“KIRK TO ENTERPRISE! SPOCK, GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR PLEASE!”
“HUMAN! HUMAN MAN!” shouted As’Lanna, running past Gra’Gar’Laz, her mostly naked body unaffected by the wet rain.
Kirk couldn’t bring himself to fire at her. Until she pulled out daggers and a pair of tusks leapt from her mouth.
“Wow, Jim . . .” Bones muttered.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
A dagger went flying right at him . . . and struck the ship behind where he was once standing.
***
Kirk, Bones, and Scotty appeared on the transporter pad, cold and wet. Spock walked in to greet them. “Gentlemen?” he questioned.
Kirk pushed his hair back. “Got the coordinates.”
“And we got what we were looking for,” Scotty said, looking to McCoy. “Here is the security grid data to help get us out of here undetected.”
Kirk smiled wildly. “In others words, Mr. Spock, jackpot.”
-------
Next: The Enterprise heads back to Earth, where the crew gets new orders . . .
