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Scorpio's STAR TREK

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This thread will continue the STAR TREK PHASE ONE-VOYAGE TO MARS storyline. Mainly because, well, we made it to Mars. So now I need a more broad title, so why mess with the best fricking title ever...simple..STAR TREK....I put Scorpio in front of it so I wouldn't seem to be stealing the title of Star Trek....this is an alternate version of Star Trek. What if it happened more close to our time...and what if I sprinkled it with the names and characters we know and love. I admit it isn't meant for everyone, and thats cool. So...here we go..Oh, and sorry for all the British 'guest stars', but when I think who should play a given role? I think of Brits for some reason....I'll shoot for a more international cast down the line!!! But for now, PINEWOOD studios, here I come

Rob

Here is a link to STAR TREK PHASE ONE MISSION TO MARS, if you want to start at the begining an catch up...
 
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STAR TREK
"Friends"




The USS ENTERPRISE was on its way to intercept the Charles/Dennison asteroid which was on a direct heading for Earth. The collision was still a four years off, but waiting any longer to act on it would compound the problem. The mission, on paper, seemed simple. The asteroid was nearly four miles in diameter, and composed of, mainly, iron. The composition of the asteroid would seem to suggest that it had been created about the same time the rest of the solar system had been. How something this large had not been seen before baffled some of the more prominent scientists on Earth.

The voyage to Charles/Dennison would take nearly a month. And because of the distance, and planetary orbits, the particle beams which had powered the Enterprise’s trip to Mars would not be available this time. Instead, the mission depended on the experimental Ion/Magnetic Drive, and the stored battery power, which had been collected with special solar filter while the ship had been traveling to Mars.

When the United Space Agency decided to build the Enterprise ship, and the rest of the Constitution class starships that had been budgeted, it was decided that the best thing to do would be to throw the kitchen sink at it. The Particle Beam drive, which used beams to accelerate and decelerate the ship, had been used while on the way to Mars. The Ion/Magnetic Drive, built solely in China, would power the trip to the asteroid. The maximum speed either technology could reach was nearly 40% of light speed. A third technology, not included on the Enterprise, was the highly experimental Anti-Matter Drive which was in final prep, and was the creation of Dr. Leah Brahms. When the Enterprise returned to Earth, it would be refitted and the A.M.D. would be part of that refit. The maximum speed of the A.M.D. was not known, but the calculations were mind boggling. It would allow the ship to go distances only once dreamed of.

--
Commander Gary Mitchell and Lt. Sulu sat together at one of the dining tables located in Ten-Forward. It had long been decided that with mainly young men and women manning Starships, an adult setting was required for the moral, and stability, of the crew. Ten-Forward was not only a dining hall, but there was a fully stocked Bar. There were modern games, pool tables, and even two bowling lanes at the far end. It was where the crew could let their guard down, and socialize. Ten-Forward was operated by Guinan. She was a very beautiful woman who owned two respected Bars in the Chicago area. She also held a PhD in sociology, and was also a sex-therapist on the side.

The dining hall had several customers, as did the Bar. Guinan decided to head over to where Gary and Sulu were sitting. Unknown to the crew, she was provided with very detailed files on every member of the crew. She ‘knew’ who they were even before she knew them. She brought two drinks with her on a tray. She also wore very strange head gear.

“Hello,” she said to them both, with a broad smile. “My name is Guinan. As you know, this is the first night Ten-Forward has been open since we left Earth, due to finishing touches on the décor and kitchen area. Welcome, and please enjoy yourselves.”

She placed the drinks down.

“Actually,” Gary said, “I just wanted a beer, Samuel Adams if you would.”

“We’re still installing the fountains,” Guinan lied, “but I think you might like this for now.”

Gary sipped the glass of strange green liquid. He nodded in approval.

“This is pretty good,” Gary said as it gave him a ‘kick’. “What is it?”

She looked at his drink. “You know what,” Guinan said, “it’s just green. That’s the best I could tell you.”

Sulu had tried some. “I like it too,” Sulu said. “Good thing I’m not on shift for another twelve hours.”

“I hear what you’re saying.” Gary added.

Guinan headed back to the Bar. She really had tons of bear, but up to now, no one had liked the green stuff, and she had a whole case to unload. At least she had two dependable customers of it now.

Gary looked to Sulu.

“So, did your buddy Sal answer your Email?” Gary asked. “Did he like the pictures?”

Sulu smiled. “Why yes,” Sulu said, “he did. In fact, when we get back, he wants to meet you. I think you’re going to get that S.I. cover you’ve always wanted.”

“You know,” Gary said, “I owe you for this. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Actually, yes I think there is.” Sulu replied. “There is a guy who works in engineering that, well, I think is shy. I’ve seen him looking my way and…”

Gary cut him off. “Wait a moment,” Gary said. “You want me to hook you up; with another guy?”

“Why not?” Sulu came back with. “If I had told you it was some sexy gal instead, would you be asking me that?”

“Ummm,” Gary said, “you have me there. I’ll see what I can do, but don’t be expecting too much.”

Sulu smiled, “Actually I’m only kidding. I just wanted to see what you would say.”

“What for?” Gary asked.

“Some people say they accept alternate lifestyles, you know, mouth tolerance. You’re one of the very few who seems to believe in it.” Sulu said. “And I thank you.”

They chit-chatted for another hour before heading off their separate ways to get some much needed sleep.

--
MARS

The first sandstorm hit the colony on Mars. Commander Khan, who had been given a promotion by his superiors back on Earth, ordered all work stopped, and everyone into the fortified bunkers. All seemed calm; but it wasn’t.

Life had been, indeed, found beneath the surface of Mars; and plentiful in the underground oceans on the planet. The life forms that had been found were pretty much like the simple celled organisms on Earth, much like plankton and other simple life forms. But not all the life on Mars had been found. And one such ‘undiscovered’ creature lived beneath the surface of the land.

And as Ensign Juliet Combs slept, one of the creatures had made its way into her room, and looked much like a short and stumpy millipede. It made its way up the inside of her blankets, and finally to her pillow. As she slept, the creature inched its way; into her ear.


--continued
 
We Need an update soon man its getting intersting.

Working it Zilla...maybe tonight or definately tomorrow. A friend of mine, in India no less, has threatened to get his friends to call me and push new phone services on me unless i update it quickly.

So, Harsh, if you're reading this...its all in the open now..WINK WINK...

Rob
 
STAR TREK
Seperation


The burgeoning colony on Mars was being pounded by a violent sandstorm, and had been for nearly two weeks. Sandstorms would become a way of life, for colonist on Mars before the Terra-Forming was completed three years later. Until that time, they would have to learn to endure the sun-blocking, eye blinding storms.

But there was more than just a sandstorm going on outside the complex. Sixty workers had come down from the Enterprise. There were maintenance workers, construction crews, computer experts, and a small medical staff. Commander Khan Singe had the crews ahead of schedule, but then, that all changed. It all started when Ensign Juliet Combs attacked two of her co-workers, killing them in their sleep, and partially devouring their bodies.

She was eventually captured, and put in the brig. Eventually sedated, she was brought into the sickbay where the colony’s Doctor, Boma, examined her body. Internal scans revealed a strange parasitic life form which had attached itself to Ensign Comb’s nervous system. And, more importantly to the survival of the colony, it was determined that inside her saliva contained small, molecular sized versions of the parasites, that, when introduced into a new victim’s blood system, would circulate into the blood and destroy the human host, and turning the human into a mindless, soulless, being, with only one reason to live; to infect other humans.

The two colonists Combs had ‘killed’ had come back to life. They attack mercilessly, and before all was said and done, only fourteen of the sixty workers were uncontaminated. The survivors had regrouped, and fortified the main complex structure. But it was only a matter of time before the infected colonist would break in and infect them as well.

Communications had been lost, but not only due to the wild sandstorm. The special communication’s platform that could broadcast a signal that could penetrate the sandstorm cloud had been destroyed by the infected members of the crew. Though they were mindless, the infected crew knew what to do to limit escape of the others. There had been no way to contact Earth for help for nearly two weeks. But the storm was weakening. The regular radio complex, which was safe inside the complex, was now able to generate a powerful enough signal to penetrate the fading storm.

Commander Khan stood behind Ensign Gina Nasaki, who was operating the communication station.

“Will we be able to contact Earth?” Commander Khan asked.

“It would seem so,” Ensign Nasaki aid. “We’ll know momentarily.”
--
At United Space Agency headquarters, in Daytona Beech Florida, worry had overcome the Agency after contact had been lost with Mars nearly two weeks earlier. It had been determined that it could not have been due to the sandstorm only. Top advisors warned Colonel Christopher Pike that there had to have been some kind of mutiny. During the morning briefing, news had arrived that the colony was sending. Pike entered mission control to monitor the communication with the colony.

Commander Khan’s face appeared on the main screen of mission control.

“Commander Khan,” Mission control Commander, Bob Wesley, said, “please state your current status.”

Khan looked worried. “Something has happened,” Khan said. “We have encountered a parasitic life form,” Khan told them. “It has the ability to,” before Khan could continue, a large noise could be heard pounding inside the complex.

“What is that pounding?” Commander Wesley demanded.

As the transmission continued, the United Space Agency was unaware that the signal was being monitored by John Gill, in his Australian lair, and by another man inside of a secret complex in Colorado.

Khan continued. “Listen to me!” Khan said to Wesley, “The parasites enter a victim’s ears, and soon takes over the mind of the victim. They can contaminate others by transfer of blood, or saliva. The infected person becomes nothing more than a mindless body, wanting only to infect others. We are the last left!” Khan said. “You’ve got to implement the emergency evacuation plan.”

What Khan was referring to were the two emergency shuttles that were housed inside the laser satellites that had been used to slow the Enterprise’s approach nearly three weeks earlier. Each satellite contained one shuttle, which could be piloted down, via remote control, by mission control back on Earth.

John Gill did not like the turn of events. The parasites, as Khan conversed more with Mission Control, and the Chief Medical Officer, Beverly Crusher, caused the victims to spew nonsensical thoughts from the subconscious part of the brain, as just random words with no reason. Gill became more worried that Khan, were he to become infected, might reveal vital information to Gill’s own goals. It was time for Gill to call in a favor. He reached out and picked up the receiver of a red phone on his desk. A voice answered on the other end.

“Are you seeing this?” Gill asked.

“Yes,” the voice replied. “I think we may both have a mutual reason to terminate the Mars colony.”

“I agree,” Gill said. “Do what you must.” Gill said.

--
Colorado.
Unknown to the United Space Agency, the United States, although a member of the new United Nations Charter, still had several clandestine operations off the official financial books of the government. One such organization was charged with assuring the survival of the United States at all cost. It was an ultra-secret organization called Section-31, and the man, who had been talking to Gill, a man named Sloan, was charged with carrying out the primary orders.

Worried that the parasites might find their way to Earth, Sloan activated a secret program that had been implanted into one of the satellite’s software.

--
As Commander Wesley continued to converse with Khan, Dr. Crusher spoke in soft tones with Colonel Pike.

“We’ve got to evacuate those people,” Crusher said to Pike.

“Doctor,” Pike said, “what about the possibility they might already be infected, and bring those things back to Earth. I can’t allow that.”

“So, what are we going to do?” Crusher asked in an angered manner, “Are you going to leave them up there to die?”

Suddenly all communications with the Mars colony were cut off.

“What’s going on?” Pike demanded of Wesley.

“Sir,” Wesley replied, “an outside source has cut off our communications.”

“How is that possible?” Pike demanded.

Suddenly the alert signals began to blare.

“What now?” Pike demanded.

Wesley conferred with his men, and then he looked back to Pike.

“Colonel,” Wesley said, “one of the Graviton-lasers we used to decelerate the Enterprise as it approached Mars is positioning itself, and is preparing to fire on the colony.

“On screen,” Pike ordered.

The main screen switched to images being broadcasted by the sister Graviton-laser, showing the other one changing its orbital course.

--
Khan watched as Ensign Nasaki tried in vane to reestablish communication with Earth.
“What’s happening?” Ensign Nasaki asked. “Why won’t they respond?” She asked Khan.

Khan knew why. It all added up.

“They’re going to kill us,” Khan told her, and the others. “They are worried that we are infected as well, and are unwilling to rescue us because of it.”

There was more pounding as the infected crew members were making progress. It wouldn’t be too long until they had made it inside the complex.

“What can we do?” One of the survivors asked Khan.

Four of the survivors, he already knew. There was no reason to blow their covers just yet, and they were obviously keeping there parts secret as well.

“I can save us,” Khan told them all. “But do not forget that they,” Khan said as he pointed at the now blank screen, “Have betrayed us. From this day forth I say that we will make Mars our home, and when I mean our home, I mean that in all the ways it can be taken.”

“We’re not going to survive the night,” Ensign Nasaki replied. “So what does it matter.”

Khan stood strong, and projected his strong will. “If you swear your loyalty,” Khan told them all, “I will see you through this night.”

He had won them over. He would indeed save their lives. And as he prepared to do just that, he stared up at the United Space Agency emblem on the far wall. He would remember this day, and swore that he would make them all pay, back on Earth. For not only did the Space Agency cut off the signal, so had John Gill. Khan had tried to raise Gill earlier in the day, but his signal was never accepted. Khan vowed that from this moment forward, Earth would one day know; The Wrath of Khan.

Continued…
Scorpio’s STAR TREK
 
Interesting that the rebooted eels mak people zombielike, and nice use of a movie subtitle.

and you can see why Earth would not want something like that brought back to Earth...the Space Agency will believe they have killed Khan, and the others, but they will be terribly wrong..

Khan will not be 'taken' over by the eels. But he will use Earth refusal to help as the fuel for his revenge. And John Gill, to cover his own ass, will make it seem to Khan that it was KIRK, not Gill, who didn't help him when he could have...

Rob
 
STAR TREK
Choices



The USS ENTERPRISE crew were just two days away from their rendezvous with the Charles/Dennison asteroid. Constant scans were now being performed to decide the best course of action to take. Several civilian engineers, and geologists, had come along for the mission and were tasked with finding the best way to neutralize the threat the asteroid posed to Earth.

Captain James T Kirk had just handed the bridge over to the night crew. Lt. Commander Chakotay had proven very admirable with his handling of the night crew, and would someday make a fine Captain himself, Kirk concluded. But for the next couple days ahead, Kirk and the primary crew would be put to the test, as the asteroid dilemma was dealt with.

Kirk settled down on to his bed, and read again the private Email he had just received from Earth. It was a very special letter sent to him by Carol Marcos. She was the woman who he had met, thanks to constant shoving by Gary, and who Kirk had got along with quite well. The letter conveyed the news that she was pregnant.

They had both taken precautions for two weeks or so that they had seen each other, intimately, but just as the guy said in that decades old dinosaur movie years ago; life will find a way. But the rest of the letter left Kirk feeling like an outcast.

Carol Marcos, who was an aspiring scientist, was open and frank in the letter. .While she loved her time together with Kirk, she was a realist. Kirk’s career would take him into deep space, and quite possibly on missions that he might never return from. With a child in her future, Carol had decided to center her career on Earth. And, perhaps selfishly, she didn’t want to have to split time with Kirk when it came to caring for a child.

And more to the point, she said in the letter, she didn’t want their child, a boy the initial scans showed, to grow up idolizing his father and following him into a career that would take him, just like Kirk, far from home, and possibly to an early death.

The letter concluded with her asking Kirk to please understand her concerns, and do the right thing, and stay away from her and the child. She would never ask for support, in any way. The best thing, Kirk could do, would be to let her raise the child as she saw fit.

“As she sees fit,” Kirk whispered to him self.

James Kirk’s own childhood had been stressed by the early death of his mother, when Kirk was just nine years old. His father, Joseph, a hot shot pilot as James was now, took young James from base to base all through his childhood. And due to his father being away all the time, James was raised by a constant supply of baby-sitters at first, and then his uncle when James got older. He never resented his father for subjecting Kirk to that kind of rootless life, but sometimes he wished that he had lived the normal kind of family life. But that was in the past.

Carol was right, Kirk knew. She knew that James was living the dream of a life time. James Kirk could change his career, perhaps become a civilian pilot. But so much of his life had been dedicated to this point, that if he were to leave it, it would be challenge to find another career he would like as much as this one. He hated to admit it, but Carol was right. She needed a husband, and now a father for her child, not a Starship Captain, in her and the child’s, life.

James Kirk folded the letter up and put it away inside a small box where he kept important letters he had collected through-out his life. In fact, the letter James placed Carol’s message on top of was the one informing him that his father’s aircraft had been shot down over a warzone. Another letter was congratulations letter of his being accepted into the Space Program. That letter had come from his old friend Thomas Hooker, who was a friend of his father.

--
Later, in Ten-Forward, James Kirk sat with Dr. Leonard McCoy at one of the booths toward the back of the bar area. Gary Mitchell had been Kirk’s friend for years, but James had found himself bonding with McCoy. The two had only met in the past year, while training for the mission. McCoy, a white man who came from the south, having been raised by a very wise black woman, and her husband, had a subtle charm. McCoy was twelve years older the Kirk, and had barely qualified for the mission after the intense training.

In fact, Kirk suspected that Colonel Pike had been the one who swept McCoy’s physical training numbers to the side. Pike, another one of Kirk’s mentors, had issues with Kirk’s friendship with the wild and crazy Gary Mitchell. Pike saw McCoy as a calming force in the young Captain’s life.

“What a past couple weeks,” Kirk said as he stared down at the bottle of beer in his hand. “First, the destruction of the Mars colony, and now I find out I’m going to be a father to a child I can never see.”

“Well,” McCoy said, holding his own bottle of beer, “they say when it rains it pours.”

Kirk nodded as he downed some of beer. A strange look came over his face, as the beer made its way down his throat. “Whew,” Kirk said, “that beer has a pretty good kick.”

“She’s right,” McCoy told Kirk. “And I think you know it Jim.”

Kirk nodded.

“From what I know about you,” McCoy said, “you’re that kind of guy who wants to touch the face of God, and then move it out of the way so you can see even more. She knows that too,” McCoy said, “and she knows that unless you are out there, pushing the limits of your knowledge, living on the edge of this dream of yours, you would lose that charm we all feel about you.”

“Gee,” Kirk said with a smile, “you would have made a fine psychologist.”

“Well,” McCoy said with a slight chuckle, “it would have paid a lot more than this gig, that’s for sure. Will you be okay?”

Kirk thought for a moment. “When I read the letter, and got to the point where she said she was pregnant, for a moment or two I was the happiest man alive. And then, when she gave her reasons as to why she wanted to raise the child on her own, I found myself looking at my life and how I projected myself. All that you just said a moment ago,” Kirk said to McCoy, “is true. But now I will know, in my heart, that apart of me will exist, through my child, and I feel good with that.”

“Look,” McCoy said with a smile, “Who knows what the future will bring. She may decide to tell him someday, and perhaps by that time, the James Kirk I know today, will be open to that kind of new chapter of his life.”

“Don’t tell Gary,” Kirk said to McCoy. “The moment that kid was born, he’d take one of the shuttles and go back to Earth, and kidnap that kid. He’d finally have some at his own maturity level to hang out with.”

McCoy chuckled.

--
In a small bar, located near Daytona Beach Florida, Tom Garak sat in the back of the smoke filled dining room, alone. His contact was due to arrive at any moment. Garak sipped on a glass of bourbon, and then saw his contact making his way through the crowd of pool players, and dart throwers.

His contact’s name was Benjamin Finney. He had flunked out of the Starship Captain program, but was retained as an engineer for other projects of the United Space Agency. But Finney was a flawed man, who blamed his being kicked out of the Starship Captain’s program on none other than James T Kirk. During a fire-fighting training session, Finney had tried to move the team he and Kirk were on through an area of the exercise that was deemed contaminated with radiation, when another route was available. More interestedg in the time element, fighting a fire that really was not that important than just a test of patience inside of a fire-fighting suit, Finney’s move had “cost” several lives, including Kirk’s. James Kirk had fought him the entire way, warning Finney that the fire wasn’t that dangerous to the over all training mission.

Eventually Finney was drummed out of the Captain’s program for other issues as well, but the fire-fighting exercise stuck in his craw the most.

As Finney approached the table, Garak looked down at the several shots he had already had the bartender send over. As Finney would drink, he would open up about the terrible things he saw wrong at the Space Agency complex.

“You always get here before I do,” Finney said as he sat down.

Finney passed Garak an envelope.

“Is this what I think it is?” Garak asked, as he watched Finney dive right in, and started gulping down the shots.

“My daughter works at the med-lab,” Finney said with a smile. “Those are the paternity test results on Carol Marco’s pregnancy. Jimmy Kirk, no-less Superman to the rest of the world, is going to be the father to a bastard child. How ironic, I would laugh if I wasn’t so sick of his shit.”

“You are to tell no one, neither you nor your daughter.” Garak said with an icy tone in his voice. “If you do, and I will know if you did, I’ll see to it that the both of you live out the rest of your lives in fear. And trust me;” Garak said with a warm and friendly smile, “I am a man of my word.”

Finney gave the impression of a man who was scared; and he was.

--continued
 
Don't know if I like the zombies but everything else has been quite interesting. You have a very creative re-imagining going on here....
 
Don't know if I like the zombies but everything else has been quite interesting. You have a very creative re-imagining going on here....

I have to admit, Mistral, that I'm with you. But my brother-in-law (who will call me I am sure tonight when he reads this (HI BEN), at JPL noless, is reading this and has been daring me to do something alien'esq..So I did this..

And then I thought, would they (the MAN) kill off a colony if they thought they were infected by creaturs that turned them into zombies??? GOD I HOPE SO!!!...

But yeah..we won't go there too much. At least I have khan his justification to go bad. I always had a soft spot for him. I mean, the guy was seriously off kilter, but it does seem like something was going on up there..the mysterious explosion of Ceti Alpha 6, chekov not realizing the system was missing a planet, and kirk's never going back...smells like Section 31 to me...

Rob
 
Your brother-in-law works at JPL and as a favor to him, you threw in zombies?:wtf:

And we wonder why we haven't gotten back to the moon in almost 40 years....(sorry, Ben-couldn't resist!);)
 
Your brother-in-law works at JPL and as a favor to him, you threw in zombies?:wtf:

And we wonder why we haven't gotten back to the moon in almost 40 years....(sorry, Ben-couldn't resist!);)

Yeah..I'm gonna get it now.

He rates 2001 and Aliens as #1 and #2 all time scifi movies....so go figure.

Rob
 
check this article out...looks like I 'randomly' picked the right ship for my ENTERPRISE...this is something else!!!...http://motls.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html

Now that is cool.

I had been using that image for my ENTERPRISE, which I got off of Nasa's site....I hadn't credited anyone, so I found this article. Not sure if the guy in the article made the ship, but if he did, I had sent him an email to make sure if i can use this image...if not, I hope one of my 'computer art' friends can make me something similar...


Rob
 
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Two shuttles headed away from the Clark/Dennison asteroid, which the Enterprise had arrived at the previous day. The civilian Geologist who was charged with the effort to eliminate the threat of the asteroid to Earth, a British man named Patrick Merriweather, stood beside Captain Kirk’s command chair on the bridge of the USS Enterprise.

Lt. Uhura, in contact with both shuttles, pivoted her chair to face Kirk.

“Captain,” Uhura said, “both teams are reporting success with planting the charges.”

“Great,” Kirk said, “tell them to get aboard as soon as they can.”

Lt. Nadya Chekov calibrated the time devices of the charges with the Enterprise’s own internal clock.

“We are in synch with the charges, Captain,” Chekov reported.

“Very good,” Kirk said to her.

Doctor McCoy, who stood on the opposite side of Kirk’s chair from Merriweather, looked over to the famed geologist.

“Doctor Merriweather,” McCoy said, “just how can you be sure that the nuclear charges will not just create a shower of car sized debris, each heading towards Earth, rather than one massive one?”

“Good question,” Merriweather said to McCoy. “The blasts, seven in all, should be enough to smash the asteroid into, as you say, car sized chucks of rock.” Merriweather said. “But we are far enough from Earth that the orbits of these smaller pieces of the asteroid will be slightly altered enough, that most of them will miss Earth.” (* thanks Ben)

“This time, at least,” Gary said from his post. “Won’t they pose a threat to Earth on subsequent orbits around the sun?” As Gary asked his question, he noticed that Chekov was looking at him, with a look of awe on her face. It was just what Gary wanted; to look smart in front of the Russian Navigator. Though, to be sure, Sulu had written the question on a small index card, which Gary then memorized over the three previous days.

“Again, that is a good question,” Dr.Merriweather said with a real smile, “Captain Kirk, I must say, you’re crew is surprisingly knowledgeable in this area.”

Kirk eyed Gary for a moment, “Yeah,” Kirk said as he noticed the index card sitting on Gary’s controls, “you and me both.”

“Well,” Merriweather said to them all, “Mr. Mitchell is quite correct. However, most of the rock debris will have their course, and time, adjusted enough that ninety percent of it will pass by Earth. The other ten percent will pose a threat, but Starfleet has been given permission by the UN to use the antiquated Star Wars missile defense system to target some of the more, bigger, pieces while far enough out into space to cause no harm. The other six percent of the asteroid is deemed not a true concern, and will provide quite a meteor shower for two nights.”

“What about the rest of the Asteroid debris,” Sulu asked. “Won’t it pose at threat some other time?”

“The next time that debris will be anywhere near Earth, fifty-thousand years would have passed. If our world hasn’t advanced enough by that time to stop it, then we’re out of luck.”

“Putting things off for future generations to pay for?” McCoy asked. “Isn’t that what they did with the economy? And look where that got us.”

“Sir,” Uhura cut in, “the shuttles are aboard.”

Kirk looked at the digital clock, which was above the main screen, as it counted down the time until the charges would be detonated. And if all went according as planned, in just ten hours, Charles/Dennison would be exploded, and the Enterprise would then head back to Earth.

--

Colonel Pike looked at the latest photographs taken of the Mars Colony compound. The Graviton Laser, high in Mars orbit, had managed to destroy most of the structures. There was no sign of life, but the pictures were limited in that they had been taken from one of the orbiting satellites. It was doubtful anyone had survived. But there was something just as important to Pike. Just who had countermanded the Space Agency’s control of the Graviton Laser, and then used it to kill Commander Khan and his fellow colonists.

With that question foremost on his mind, Pike ordered a complete diagnostic done on all the systems. If the Space Agency had been compromised, and obviously it had been, Pike wanted to know by whom, and why.

--
John Gill sat silently alone, and depressed, in his office, inside the massive lair built inside an island off the cost of Australia. He had given Section-31, usually an adversary, permission to destroy Khan, who was Gill’s number-one operative planted in the Space Agency. How had Section-31 known of Gill’s secret operation’; and what more did they know. Gill had to know how deep Section-31 had infiltrated his own operation.

Now that Khan, and seven other operatives were dead, Gill would have to go about selecting a new DNA enhanced clone to train and prepare to follow in Khan’s place. But then, as he started to consider a new course of action, the dedicated line, scrambled so that only Gill could receive, began to beep. Only one person had access to the dedicated line other than Gill, and it was none other than Khan Noonian Singh. He was; alive.

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Gary Mitchell was on his bed in his quarters. Kirk had ordered him, and the other Primary Bridge officers, to take a two hour rest, at the behest of Doctor McCoy.

And so Gary had come to his quarters. As he sat on his bed, he thought about his life, and where he was, and how he loved his career. His friends were tolerable of his antics, even knowing that he could be an ass at times. But then there were times, alone, when he was scared of himself. And, as he sat in his bed, he was scared.

Gary Mitchell had a new habit, and it was one that worried him. He could take a deck of cards, as he had just done, shuffle them, and then one by one flip them over. That alone was no great task. But being able to know what the cards were before they were revealed?

“Ace of Hearts….ten of spaces….four of diamond…two of clubs…jack of hearts…” and on and on Gary went. And, as he had so many times before; he got them all right.


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