RMS Enterprise--1912

[RobertScorpio]

Re: RMS ENTERPRISE II-Legend of the African Icestorm

RMS ENTERPRISE II
Legend of the African Icestorm

James Kirk sat in the cold dark diving bell as it was slowly reeled to the surface of the ocean. He looked out the small window, and watched as the RMS Enterprise slowly vanished into the murky depths as the bell climbed higher and higher. The Germans now had the necklace, thanks to Kirk, and he was sure Dixon would not be happy with the turn of events.

And all though that was a terrible turn of events, Kirk found himself lost in his new found memories of Edith Keeler, Dixon’s wife. Was she aware of her shared past with Kirk? Was Dixon? Why, after all these years, had she never made contact, Jim Kirk wondered. She had to have had a good reason, Kirk concluded. He would pretend to not remember the past, Kirk decided. And at a more appropriate time he would confront Edith.

--

Seven long hours later the diving bell was finally raised out of the ocean and placed on the deck of the British ship. The diving bell opened and Kirk stepped out.

“What happened down there?” Dixon asked.

“They got the necklace.” Kirk replied.

“Yeah, we know,” Thomas Frakes said in a disappointed tone. “How could you let that happen?”

“The other guy had a gun; I had a flashlight.” Kirk replied.

“The other guy,” Dixon cut in, “is dead. We know he was your assistant; Decker. You should know that as soon as they got him out of the diving bell, they killed him, his wife, and his son, and dumped their bodies over the side.”

Kirk shook his head. “Those bastards,” Kirk said.

“Did he say where they were going to go?” Dixon asked.

Tom Frakes answered first, “I’ll tell you where they’re going; Berlin. Great job; Kirk,” Frakes said in a sarcastic tone.

Dixon Hill and Tom Frakes headed back towards the bridge, as the deckhands helped Kirk out of the heavy diving gear. Edith, who had listened to the conversation, came over to Kirk.

“It’s not your fault, James Kirk.” She told him.

Kirk looked at her, and wanted so much to grab the woman, whom he still loved, and take her into his arms. But now was not the time to bring up the past.

“I knew they had his family up here,” Kirk said to her. “And I didn’t put up a fight with him, and where did that get him? Where did that get us all?”

“He could shot you down there, killed you, and the Germans would still have ended up with the necklace.” She said, trying to make him feel better.

He thought about telling her of the alien woman he met down there, along with his meeting the souls of those who had been able to exist in a quasi state of reality, via the powers of the necklace. But, he chose not too.

Suddenly the engines of the ship turned on, and the boat headed off in a different direction than the frigate had, nearly seven hours previously.

“Where are going now?” Kirk asked. He was rapped in a towel, and his scuba suit, as the two made their way back toward the inner area of the boat.

“Who knows,” Edith said with a smile.

As they walked onward, Kirk could no longer hold his emotions or his questions back. He stopped walking, and turned to face her.

“Edith,” James said, “I remember everything now. I remember the Enterprise, Pike, when we made love, the sinking of the ship; it all came back to me the moment I was down there. And I remember this,” Kirk said as he pulled her near, and kissed her passionately on the lips.

She allowed her self to enjoy the sensation. It had been her desire ever since she had been pulled from the cold clutches of the ocean, the night it all happened. She wanted him, intimately, and wanted him that moment. But she was married, with an entire new life. She pressed back from Kirk, and stepped away from him, trembling as she did.

“I can’t do this,” Edith said, “I’m a married woman. What we had, you and I, must stay down there, down there on that sunken ship.”

“So you do remember,” Kirk said pointedly. “Why didn’t you ever tell me? Why did you just simply disappear from my life?” Kirk asked.

“I don’t know, I guess I was scared.” she replied. “Chris’s family was powerful, they still are. Had I come back from that ship, and taken up with you, another passenger, they would have put two and two together.”

“And then I would have confronted them. That’s how these things are supposed to go, Edith.” Kirk said.

She shook her head.

“No, James,” she said in a soft voice, “You were a penniless dock worker back then. The Pike family is involved with the high level organized crime. My father pretty much asked me to marry into that family to pay off a debt. They would have killed you had they connected you to me.”

“I’m a man,” Kirk fired back. “I could fight them.”

“No,” Edith countered, “You’re a romantic, James. And I love that about you, but I had more to worry about than just your pride, and our love.”

“What could have been more important than our love?” Kirk asked. “When I was kissing you, just now, I could feel your heart beat. I know you wanted it too. So tell me, what could be more important than that kind of love?”

“Our child,” Edith said.

Kirk stepped back; the words seemed to freeze him in time.

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GERMAIN DETROYER

The German Destroyer was on its way to the docks at Tarnto, Italy:



Garak sat in his quarters, behind his small desk, and he held the necklace. It pulsated with a strange energy. Once the ship had arrived at Tarnto, Garak would take the necklace to his superiors in Berlin. But, thanks to a few contacts, Garak already knew what they wanted the necklace for.

There was a knock at his door.

“Come in,” Garak replied.

One of the young deck seamen came into Garak’s cabin and closed the door.

“Seaman Segur, reporting as ordered.” The young man said with a salute.

Garak, who found the much younger man attractive in a raw sort of way, set the necklace on the desk.

“Seaman Segur,” Garak said in a soft tone. “We have been at sea for a long time.” Garak said with a warm smile. He stood up and walked over to the young man, and then stood behind the man. Garak reached back and locked the door, and then placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “Sometimes I wonder how they expect us to last, out here, on the sea with out companionship.”

The younger man gulped. “Can I help you sir? I’m feeling rather uncomfortable.”

Garak frowned. He had really brought the young man up for, perhaps, intimate reasons. But now that that wasn’t going to happen, he decided to use the young man for another curious reason.

Garak reached over to a small bookcase, which a group of books were set on. But next to the books was a pair of scissors that Garak used to cut his toe nails with, when they needed it. He took the pair of scissors into his hands.

“Are you sure, my boy?” Garak asked, hoping the young man would change his mind.

“I’m sorry, Commandant,” Seaman Segur replied, nervously. “I’m a married man. But Seaman Sheneck has told me on more than one occasion that he prefers men. Perhaps you could…”

Garak jabbed the scissors into Segur’s abdomen. Garak, who was trained in the art of silent murder, felt the warm, dark blood, streaming out of the wound, and on to his hand as he held the scissors still. At the same time, Garak had reached around and grasped the young man’s neck. As the Segur’s life eased away, Garak let him slip to the ground.

“A shame,” Garak said, smiling down on his dead victim. “But thank you for telling me about your friend. I shall see if he too seeks companionship.”

Garak looked at the necklace. Would its strange powers bring Segur back to life? And if Segur did come back to life, would he try to kill Garak. Garak reached for the necklace on the desk, and placed it on Segur’s corpse. He also got his P-38 Pistol, and prepared to use, if he needed to.


-- continued…

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: RMS ENTERPRISE II-Legend of the African Icestorm

RMS ENTERPRISE
Legend of the African Ice-Storm




It was nearly two in the morning as the scent of exotic foods and mind freeing incense, mixed with diesel fumes, greeted the passengers of a small skiff. The small boat had just left a large Spanish tanker not far from the shore, a half hour earlier, and was tied to a small dock.

During World War II, The Egyptian port of El Ismailya was a very busy port. The Egyptian Wadf government had barely been able to hang on to power for the past decade, and in 1943 found it self supporting Britain’s war effort in North Africa, despite grown tension between the two governments. But as the out come of the World War seemed in doubt, many Egyptians believed Germany would win. German agents had already infiltrated the small port, spying on the coming and goings of British war equipment; and many Egyptians helped them in the process.

Spanish tankers were common in the ports, bringing much needed food supplies to the African peoples. But the five passengers on the skiff were not relief workers. They had come to Egypt in search of the mysterious necklace that the German’s had retrieved from the bottom of the ocean. Dixon Hill, his wife Edith, Thomas Frakes and James T Kirk, each wrapped in traditional clothing of the Egypt, followed their guide, their smuggler in fact, as he showed took them to a small inn where they would stay over night.

After haggling with the owner of the small inn, they were allowed into the establishment and were shown to their room. Once they were inside, they all unwrapped their head gear.

“Well,” Dixon Hill said, “that wasn’t too bad of a trip.”

Milos Columbo, their guide, smiled as he chewed on several Macadamia nuts. “You must’av more faith in me Dixon,” Milos said. “I ‘tell you I get you there then I get you here.”

Dixon smiled. “You’ve done well my old friend.”

US Intelligence officer, Thomas Frakes, looked out the window, making sure they weren’t followed.

Milos watched as Thomas looked out the window, and then he looked back to Dixon. “How sure are you that the necklace you search for is on its way to Egypt?” Milos asked.

“I got an update on your ship,” Dixon said.

Milos Columbo was not only a high seas merchant, but his massive tanker also contained a secret compartment that sent and received ultra top secret Allied communications.

“Can you be sure, Dix?” Edith asked. “Its only been a week since they got their hands on it.”

“Agent 007 was able to crack a coded message while he was on another mission in Berlin,” Dixon said. “When the necklace went missing in 1909, after bringing much pain and destruction to Khan and his people, it came into the possession of an Egyptian gypsy who was able to contain the power of the necklace. When Chekov’s daughter found out who had the necklace, she sent her men to retrieve it. Once in her possession, Chekov’s daughter (our readers know that Chekov’s daughter was actually the alien who was on the Titanic and went down with the ship, and, who earlier in the story, met Kirk on the bottom of the ocean with in the ship’s wrecked hull) booked package on the Titanic, with the necklace in her possession, with the intent of selling to an investor in Colorado. Unfortunately for her, and hundreds of others, the Titanic sunk, taking the necklace to the bottom of the sea, where it had remained until the Germans got their hands on it.”

“So,” Frakes said, “we’re here trying to find this gypsy, on the hopes that the Germans want to find her as well, hoping that she can harness the power of the necklace for them.”

Dixon nodded.
“It is the only chance we have to stop them.” Dixon added.

“Well,” James T Kirk said, “this is all fine and dandy, but I’m hungry.” Kirk said to them all. “I have been here several times in my travels, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to head over to a café near here. Anyone else want to come?”

Kirk looked to Edith who, ever since finding out Kirk had his memories back, tried to her best to avoid him.

“Kirk,” Frakes said, “just watch your back. If you blow our covers then we could all end up dead.”

Kirk nodded in agreement. “Where I’m going,” Kirk said, “everyone is a scoundrel.”

“Of that,” Dixon said with a smile, “I have no doubt.”

--

Sometime later, Kirk was enjoying a plate of falaafil, while sitting on the floor, as were a few other patrons, watching the exotic women dance before their eyes. The little hole in the wall eatery had been one of Kirk’s favorite places for food, and to find the company of a woman. In his travels he had frequented the small port city many times. Coming here was like coming home, in someway.

The small café, as usual, was bathed in a vale of smoke, as incense and other burning herbs and weeds drifted in the air. Sitting next to Kirk was an elderly, bearded Egyptian man.

“You not come for sometime,” the older man said to Kirk.

“It’s this war K’mul,” Kirk said to him. “If only mankind could find better things to do with his time than kill one another.”

K’mul smiled, “You are dreamer James Tiberius Kirk. We have been killing each other from the beginning, and we will be killing each other at the end. It is our way. Thankfully, for those such as yourself and I, we can still enjoy the better parts of this life.”

“You may be right.” Kirk said.

“James Tiberius, I know why you are here,” K’mul said.

“I had a feeling you would.” Kirk said. “Can you tell me anything that will help?”

K’mul puffed on a pipe, and then offered some to Kirk. Kirk inhaled from the pipe. There was definitely a taste of Hash mixed into the concoction.

“The Germans will arrive tomorrow,” K’mul said. “My people have no stake in this European war, so help will not becoming for you. Trust me when I say that we will eventually over throw the Wadf puppet government. The British have afforded have given us no other choice.”

“I know, K’mul. I am only with them on this effort because If the Germans are successful,” Kirk warned K’mul, “they will be able to man an army of the dead. No one should have that power.”

“If you take it from the Germans,” K’mul noted, “you will just hand it to the British, or your own American government.”

Kirk shook his head. “I have a vested interest to make sure it ends up exactly where they found it; on the bottom of the ocean floor. I will not let the Germans, British, or the American, have such power at their disposal. This necklace is an instrument of evil.”

“On that we agree,” K’mul said. “I know where the gypsy lives. You may wish to go there and speak to her of these things. However, beware, Kirk my friend,” K’mul said, “She is guarded by dark spirits. She may take your soul as payment.”

Kirk nodded, “Thank you, old friend.” Kirk said. “I promise I will not be gone as long as I have been since my last visit to your incredible land.”

“You know,” K’mul said with a smile, “I still have two unmarried daughters, James Tiberius. You can repay me by marrying one of them.”

Kirk thought for a moment. “I might take you up on that offer someday, K’mul.”

K’mul nodded his head as Kirk stood and left.

--continued

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: RMS ENTERPRISE II-Legend of the African Icestorm

RMS ENTERPRISE
Legend of the African Ice-Storm









Belief in the paranormal usually escapes the mind of a common person, who strives daily to just get through life. But in times of war, dating back thousands of years, some of the men who have designed the wars have actually sought help from means beyond the scope of reality.

Adolf Hitler and his private circle of friends were such men. They knew early on in the war that had Americans joined allies in the war effort, over time the Germans would lose. So it was no so remarkable to learn that the Germans had an entire secret division created to find possible powers that could help them. From the Ark of the Covenant, and other remnants of the past, they hoped to find these ancient artifacts so as to exploit their powers for their own mean.

Upon snatching the Purple Necklace from the ocean floor, where it had been hidden since the sinking of the Titanic, the Germans hoped to have yet another advantage. It had been said that the necklace could create an Army of the dead while also shielding those who were still alive from death. The power was true. The necklace had fallen to Earth, with in the confines of a meteorite, having been cast off from dozens of distance worlds which were, eventually, ravaged by the armies of the dead.

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British Secret service agent, Dixon Hill, and his American counterpart, Thomas Frakes, waited in the small living area inside the small hotel room they had shared with Dixon’s wife Edith Keeler and James T Kirk. Dixon and Frakes were costumed in the wardrobe of a typical Egyptian citizen. There was a knock at the front door and then Kirk entered carrying four hot cups of coffee in a drink holder. Kirk came in and closed the door.

“Kirk,” Frakes said as he took a cup of coffee, “you are sure about what your contact told you? Do you think we can find this woman before the necklace arrives today?”

“I’m pretty sure of my source,” Kirk said, “I have known him since I was much younger. He is a pretty major player in the city. I don’t doubt his words.”

“Neither do I,” Dixon Hill offered. “But I also have no doubts that the Germans are keeping tabs on her as well. And since she is the one who will show them how to use the necklace, we have to assume they will kill to protect their interests..”

“Then we should kill her,” Frakes said. “We can’t afford for her to work her so called powers and release a German army of the dead.”

Suddenly Edith came into the room, dressed in a very form fitting sari. James was able to hide his attraction to her, but only barely.

“My dear,” Dixon said, “you look stunning. I dare say I have never seen you as beautiful as you are now.”

“Oh Dixon,” Edith said. “You’re such a smooth talker.”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Frakes opened the door to find an elderly Egyptian man standing there. It was K’mul, the man Kirk had met at the café the previous evening.

“K’mul,” Kirk said as he recognized his old friend. “What brings you here my old friend?”

K’mul stepped in, and as usual, he was smoking one of his long cigarettes. In fact, in all the years Kirk had known K’mul, he couldn’t remember him ever not smoking one of the long cigarettes.

“”Kirk, you must come quickly. The old woman, Zan’zshe, the woman the Germans believe can open the doors of the after life, is at the market square just one street over.” K’mul said quickly.

“Why?” Dixon asked before Kirk could. “Why would she be out in the open like this?”

K’mul, who had a glass eye in place of his left eye, looked over to Dixon.

“On every new moon,” K’mul to Dixon, “Zan’zche, and all women like her, come to the market squares to tell people their simple fates. If she didn’t do this for our people then she would lose her domain, her ability to see, into what comes after this life.”

“That’s religious mumbo-jumbo,” Frakes said.

K’mul looked to Frakes with an expression of forgiveness.

“K’mul, please don’t be offended,” Kirk said, not too happy with Frakes’ blunt words. “My friend here,” Kirk said while looking at Frakes, “Has a closed mind. But I think, in time, he will see that there are things in this world that can not be explained with man’s technology.”

“Sure,” Frakes said with a smirk. “You just be sure to point them out to me.”

“I have arranged for a sitting for you.” K’mul said to Kirk.

“What about the Germans?” Dixon asked.

“She has come with two guards, three if you count the driver.” K’mul said. “It is said that the necklace will arrive later in the day. If you are to sway her from helping them, now is your time. Be sure to be generous with your gift.”

“I must meet with her.” Dixon said.

“No!” K’mul barked. “It must be Kirk and Kirk alone. He,” K’mul said as he pointed toward Kirk, “is my friend; YOU are not.”

Dixon nodded, and understood the old man’s apprehension.

“Very well,” Dixon said.

“I must go,” K’mul said to Kirk. “I will see you there in one hour?”

Kirk nodded. “Yes, I will be there. And thank you, my old friend. And tell your older daughter that I very much find her to be acceptable.”

K’mul smiled. “You know it would make this old man happy to see you marry into my family. Then I could really call you son.”

Kirk smiled as the K’mul left the room.

“Now listen,” Dixon said to Kirk. “You have got to talk to that woman, that gypsy, and tell her not to help the Germans. The fate of the world is in her hands.”

Kirk nodded in agreement. “I know it is,” Kirk said to Dixon. “But unfortunately the western world hasn’t been that friendly to this part of the world.”

“But they respect you James.” Edith said.

“Respect has nothing to do with it Mrs. Keeler,” Kirk said, all the while wanting to take her into his arms and ravage her with desire he felt for her in his blood.

“Well,” Dixon finally said, feeling the tension between his wife and Kirk. “You better get going.”

Kirk held out his hand. Dixon knew why. Dixon reached into his own pocket and pulled out a pouch of Gold dust. Kirk took the pouch, and put it in his pocket.

“Good luck,” Frakes said as he shook Kirk’s hand.

And as James Kirk left the room he could never have known that he would never see Dixon Hill alive ever again.


Continued…

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: RMS ENTERPRISE II-Legend of the African Icestorm

RMS ENTERPRISE
Legend of the African Ice-Storm

The fresh smell of exotic foods spun around the small shanty village as if guided by the will of the small breeze. But there was more to the scent than the myriad of Egyptian dishes. The distinct smell of hash was also in the air, as was the pungent smell of diesel fumes, which gave the village a very unique feel to it.

James Kirk was no stranger to these kinds of cities in his travels. And at this moment, in the deepest part of the night when all kinds of interesting people drifted through the streets as freely as the haze of smoke, Jim Kirk made his way towards a tiny shack at the end of the village.

The shack belonged to an old Gypsy woman. Many believed that Gypsies were agents of the dark worlds. Gypsies helped further this belief themselves by sometimes claiming the ability to contact those who have passed to the other side. As Kirk, who was dressed in typical dressings of the area, made his way towards the shack, a man walked up to Kirk and stopped him. Kirk stared into the stranger’s eyes and knew who it was immediately.

“It’s you,” Kirk said softly, “the entity from the bottom of the ocean.”

“Yes,” the old man said, “your ability to see beyond what is seen is most impressive. I told you we would meet again and now we have.”

“I’m about to meet with this Gypsy,” Kirk said motioning towards the shack. “She is the one the Germans will use to gain access to the power of the necklace. I am here to convince her not to help them.”

The old man shook his head. “You can’t do that,” the man said. “You need to let her do this. Let her bring back the army of the dead.”

“What?” Kirk asked. “You told me to get here and stop them from doing this. That many worlds had succumbed to necklace’s power to bring back the dead and to fight endless wars. And now you want me to tell her to help the Nazis?”

“I know this will sound hard to accept, but we are running out of time.” the old man said. “I thought I could have contained the powers of the necklace but I can’t. It becomes more powerful the longer it is in use. Right now, at this very instant, strangers to your world are approaching this planet. I do not have the ability to explain this to you in such a way you will understand, but I know they are coming. If they can sense, and they will, that the necklace is here on this world, they will make sure to take possession of it and destroy it, as I no longer can, once and for all. The only way they will know if the necklace is here is if its power is being used to bring back the dead. The use of that power will act as a spotlight, if you will, and signal them that the necklace is here.”

“That’s all fine and dandy,” Kirk replied, “but what about the army of dead she will help the Nazis raise? Maybe you don’t care, but the Nazis could win the war with an army of the dead.”

“The strangers to your world that I am speaking of will reverse the powers of the necklace.” The old man said. “You have only my words to guide you, but I assure you this is the only way.”

“What about the souls of my friends on the ocean floor inside the RMS Enterprise. Don’t they need this necklace to return to the Enterprise to allow them to live in between worlds as they have since the ship sunk?” Kirk asked.

“Even you must know that there is a time when all souls must move on to what is next,” the old man said. “Your friends have spent nearly thirty-years dancing on the edge of this existence and the next. It is time they move on.”

“That isn’t exactly what you told me when I saw you down in the Enterprise.” Kirk came back with. “Why should I believe you now?”

“If you don’t bring back the dead and let the strangers to your world take that necklace, you will doom this world to the eternal damnation of a war between the dead that will never end. Will it cost you the lives of your friends below the ocean? Yes. But what is more important, Kirk? The souls of the dead or the lives of the living; ultimately it will be your decision. I trust you will make the right one.”

And with that said the old man turned and walked always.

Kirk thought for a moment about what was said between them. He turned and headed for the shack.

The old man rounded the corner and came to a person who was wearing a cloak.

“Did you convince the human?” The stranger in the cloak asked.

“Yes I believe I did; Emissary.” The old man replied.

The being in the cloak lowered the hood of the cloak. He was not entirely of this world either. He looked to the older man.

“You have done well,” the black man in the cloak said. “Go no; go back to the fire-caves. This is no longer your concern.”

And with that said the old man faded into nothing but a fine mist and then floated up into the air and became a flash of light. The flash of light streaked into the sky and then into space, on its way to the Celestial Temple of Prophets.

The Emissary closed his eyes and tried to see what was to come.

..continued…

 

[RobertScorpio]

I thought this was a very intersting, and sad, story. To think that this lady was the last survivor of the Titanic, and she passed just this week, really speaks to the history of that event. Bless her.

SizeAAALONDON (May 31) -- Millvina Dean, who as a baby was wrapped in a sack and lowered into a lifeboat in the frigid North Atlantic, died Sunday, having been the last survivor of 1912 sinking of the RMS Titanic.

She was 97 years old, and she died where she had lived — in Southampton, England, the city her family had tried to leave behind when it took the ship's ill-fated maiden voyage, bound for America.
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She died in her sleep early Sunday, her friend Gunter Babler told the Associated Press. It was the 98th anniversary of the launch of the ship that was billed as "practically unsinkable."

 

[RobertScorpio]

RMS ENTERPRISE
Legend of the African-Ice Storm


Jim Kirk sat motionless upon an old and rickety chair. The inside of the woman’s shack had a smell, a scent. He rested his hands on the old round wooden table that was at the center of the shack. The old woman, the shaman of the local area, chanted in a low tone as she stood behind Kirk, running her fingers through her hair. Kirk, who had moments before smoked from what looked like an ancient bong, let the power of what he had inhaled overwhelm his body.

She claimed that the mixture of tobacco, heroin, and ancient herbs, would allow Kirk to open his mind, and his soul. And as the minutes counted onward, Kirk felt his mind begin to open.

The old woman smiled at Kirk’s childhood memories. Then, and more importantly, she saw Kirk aboard the RMS Enterprise. She saw him befriending the likes of the Sulu brothers, and Montgomery Scott. She watched as Kirk did all he could to be noticed by Edith Keeler.

Upon seeing the images of the ship beginning to sink, the old woman began to tremble. She watched as Edith Keeler’s fiancé, Christopher Pike, tried to kill both Kirk and Keeler upon discovering the two together in the back of a car, making love. The car had been parked in the cargo hold of the great vessel. The old woman, as she watched the memory unfold, could feel the power of the necklace. Even though it was only a memory she viewed in her mind, the power of the necklace, which Kirk and Keeler were unaware of being in the trunk of the car they had made love inside of, had somehow imprinted Kirk’s memory of that night.

“This necklace,” the old woman said, “can be used to bring the dead back to life. The others like you, the ones you try to stop, will ask me to use this power to do just that. Is that what you wish?”

Kirk thought for a moment. He had to decide whether or not he trusted the old man he had met before entering the shack. Was it worth the risk to let the old women bring the dead Nazi army back to life? The woman probed deeper inside of Kirk’s mind. She could sense his love for Edith Keeler. She could also sense the goodness of the man. And even though she knew that bringing the Nazis back to life was wrong, wrong to the core, she would abide by Kirk’s wishes. The old woman, using her Gods given ability, would help the Germans bring back the army of the dead.

--
One hour later;

Kirk returned to the motel room that he shared with Agents Frakes, Agent Picard and the lovely Edith Keeler. Once inside, he told them the change in plans, to which Frakes was not happy about.

Agent Frakes, who was a member of the covert OSS, could not believe what Kirk had just said, not only to him, but Agent Dixon Hill of the British intelligence agency as well.

“Are you out of your mind?” Riker fired back at Kirk.

“No,” Kirk said, “I’m not. The alien, or whatever you want to call it, told me that in-order for the aliens to detect the use of the necklace, we have to let the old woman use her powers and unleash the power that will bring the dead Nazi soldiers back to life. Once that happens, the aliens will detect the emission of the energy, come to Earth, and not only destroy the army of the dead, but the necklace as well. So, I told the old woman to go ahead and help the Nazis.”

“Can you trust this alien entity?” Dixon Hill asked. “What if you’re wrong; and the army of the dead helps Hitler capture the world?”

Edith Keeler, who believed in Kirk and his words, walked from where she stood by Hill and over to where Kirk stood.

“Look,” Edith said, “I believe Jim Kirk. And if he says we can trust this plan to work, then I think we should give him our trust.”

“That’s all nice and dandy,” Frakes said, “But we’re talking about the fate of not only our two nations, but perhaps, every human on this world.”

They all looked to Kirk.

“I know this will work. Something inside my own soul tells me it will.” Kirk said. And for the first moment since he regained his memory, when he first casted eyes on Keeler weeks earlier, he realized that despite what they all thought to be true; Jim Kirk was a dead man.


--
The Vulcan ship made its way towards another solar system. The crew of six Vulcans, three males-three females, was exploring this part of the galaxy for the first time, and the next solar system on their chart showed promise. There were indications that a pre-warp society existed on the world. And, in recent times, there was a long held belief through out the known galaxy that somewhere, in this part of the galaxy, the purple necklace which had brought so much war, so much pain, and so much strife to the galaxy, was hidden on such a world as the planet nearest the sun that glowed at the center of the upcoming solar system.

The Vulcans did not know that under the cloak of an incredible technology, they were being followed by another ship which contained Romulans. Romulans had long ago migrated off of world the Vulcans called home, and began their own society in the far reaches of space. The Vulcans followed the code of logic, their Romulan cousins did not. They were a martial society and knew of the existence of the necklace which could bring back the dead, and also grant near invulnerability to the armies that carried it into battle.

The Romulans would stop at nothing to obtain the necklace!

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Colonel Garak, in full dress uniform, exited the sub, with two of his guards with him, side by side. Garak was holding a special lead box that contained the purple diamond necklace, which possessed the power to bring the dead back to life, and shield the living from death. A Rolls-Royce limo, waited at the dock, and then sped away once Garak was in the vehicle.

“Driver,” Garak stated in a cool tone, “take me to the woman now.”

The driver, a man in his mid 40s named Lt. Colonel Van Kemp who had been hand selected by Garak, and who was sent to Egypt via a special plane, had been waiting for Garak’s arrival, and had been briefed on the entire course of action.

“The woman is nearly senile,” Lt. Colonel Kemp reported, “however, she does know of the necklace and its unique properties.”

“She should,” Garak continued, “the people in this part of the world have been telling tales of this necklace for nearly fifty years.”

“Can it really bring back the dead?” Van Kemp asked.

“We shall soon see,” Garak said, “once we have picked her up we will then proceed to the Nazi graveyard twenty miles from here where over three-thousand soldiers were buried after been slaughtered by there Egyptian hosts last year.”

“Even if the necklace is successful and can indeed wake the dead,” Van Kemp said, “how can you be sure you will be able to control them.”

“There is only one way to find out,” Garak said with a sneer on his face.

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Moments later Van Kemp parked the car on a dirt path that was near a large tent community of gypsies that was located on the outskirts of the port city El Ismailya. Two other German military vehicles, containing a guard contingent, pulled up behind the lead car.

Colonel Garak, with Lt. Colonel Van Kemp next to him, issued orders to the assembled troops.

“The old hag’s shack is the one right over there,” Van Kemp told Garak, motioning with his fingers as he did.

Smoke was bellowing of a small opening in the shack, a sure sign that the tent was occupied.

“I shall go in and retrieve this woman,” Garak said. “If anyone tries to enter the area before I have returned; shoot to kill.”

The soldiers all saluted Garak, even Van Kemp.

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From a near distance, but hidden behind a group of trees, Agents Dixon Hill and John Frakes, as well as James T Kirk, watched as Colonel Garak, having given his orders, entered the shanty village.

“You do understand, Kirk,” Frakes, an agent of the OSS began to say, “that if you’re wrong, and that witch brings the dead Nazis back to life, then we might be handing the fate of the entire war over to that nut in Berlin.”

“I know, it is a risk.” Kirk admitted. “There are aliens, from another planet, coming through our system. Once she activates the necklace, the aliens will know, and come and retrieve the necklace. It’s the only to get if off this planet.”

“Aliens, from outer space.” Dixon Hill, himself a British intelligence agent, said with a skeptical tone in his voice, “It sounds far too outlandish Kirk. However,” Dixon added, “its not like we have any other choice. I just hope Edith does as I told her, and stays in the hotel; safe.”

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Garak walked up to the opening of the small shack, which was flimsy, and reeked of strange odors.

“Come in,” a voice said from inside the tent.

Garak entered, and saw a grizzly sight.

Several dead cats were arrayed across what appeared to be a table of some kind. Their heads having been removed, and smeared blood where the exposed neck holes were.

“The only way I can use their magic,” and old lady said from behind the table, “is in this manner. Do I offend you?”

“I have seen worse done to humans, " Garak said.

He then put the lead container on the table, opened it, and retrieved the purple necklace. The old woman saw the necklace, and smiled. Several teeth were missing from her aged mouth.

“I had been told you would bring the necklace; you are aware of its evil nature?” the witch asked.

“I am,” Garak said. “Can you make it work, and bring back the dead?”

“There are such things that should never be done,” the woman said. “I must warn you that the cost could be your own soul.”

“I will take the risk. There is a graveyard, not far from here, that I would like you to use this necklace and bring back the dead there. Can you do this?” Garak asked.

“For a price,” the woman replied with a smile.

“Name it,” Garak said.

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Several miles away, back in the port city El Ismailya, Edith Keeler stood on the balcony of the small hotel room. The night has a strange yellow glow to it, thanks to the full moon. She was dressed in a nightgown, and sipped from a small glass of wine.

She couldn’t deny her attraction to Kirk, even though she was married to Dixon Hill. She and Kirk had shared a special romance aboard the doomed luxury liner RMS Enterprise. As she thought back to the night that she and Kirk made love on that doomed liner, she became aroused, and as she sipped from her wine glass, her free hand, her left hand, slippe inside of the nightgown, inching its way toward the lower regions of her torso.

Suddenly there was knock at the door. Recovering, Edith came in from the Balcony and put on her jacket. She went to the door and opened it. A strange looking ebony skin man stood there in a body length cloak.

“Can I help you?” Edith asked.

Sisko smiled at Edith and saw immediately that this woman before him was not ordinary at all; in fact, she was one of the undead; ukata.

“I believe,” Sisko told her, “that I can help you.”

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