Scorpio's STAR TREK

[RobertScorpio]

Scorpio's STAR TREK; The City in Space

(Previously)

“Captain,” Uhura said excitedly, “we’re receiving visual and audio transmission from the Bird of Prey.”

“On screen,” Kirk said.

The instant the alien’s image came on the screen, Captain Kirk, and the entire bridge crew who saw it as well, knew that their known theories of humanity and history had just been obliterated. Although the alien wore a helmet over part of his head, it was clear that the alien was; human.

Even though the alien began to speak in an unfamiliar language, it was obvious to all that some of the words were not so alien as they seemed. The audio translation began seconds after the alien began to speak.

“I am Praefectus’alae Gnaeus, in command of this scouting party,” the very strong voice said, “though we have shielded your vessel from attack, it would be wise for you to put as much distance between yourselves and the Gorn hunting party. To stay in the general area would be to do so at a great risk to your lives.”

“I’m Captain James T Kirk of the USS Enterprise, we are explorers,” Kirk said, “and do not wish to cause offense to either you or the Gorn. We thank your for the assistance. But can I ask you,” Kirk added, “from what world do you hail?”

The Romulan’s expression had remained stone cold the entire time.

“These matters can be discussed if future encounters are to come,” The Romulan answered. “For now, I suggest you return to your star system, and to your home world called Earth.”

The implications were right there for all to absorb. The Romulans knew of Earth, and knew that the Enterprise had come from there. Who were these aliens.

Before Kirk could continue, communications were cut and the Romulan Bird of Prey sped away, and headed back toward the ongoing battle between the Gorn and Romulan ships., now moving away from the Enterprise at great speeds.

“What now?” McCoy asked. “Do we go back to Earth?”

The bridge crew all looked to the Captain. As with any ship, the Captain was not only the commander but he was also the heart and soul of the entire crew. It was from him they drew strength and direction.

“No,” Kirk finally replied. “We don’t go back home simply because we’re the new kid on the block,” Kirk said to them all. “We all knew the risks, and yet we all signed up for the same gig. Plot a course for the fifth planet in this system.” Kirk said to Ensign Crusher. “And then engage,” he said to Sulu.

The Enterprise banked left, and then headed for the fifth planet of the system.

--

EARTH

Carol Marcus held a bottle and watched as her young baby sucked on it. The child was a miracle in her heart, a feeling common with all mothers. The baby boy, whom she named after her older brother, David, looked up at her, eyes so innocent. She was very proud of her older brother David, and so named her child after him.

Her brother David was to head up the Terra-forming mission that was slated to go to Mars, after the second attempt to establish a colony, the USS Reliant, was successful with its mission.

Carol’s fifth-story apartment was in San Diego California. Wanting to spend time with her new three month old infant, Carol had taken a leave of absence. She had requested that Jim Kirk stay out of her and David’s life. It sounded cruel, perhaps, but Carol didn’t want her son becoming a universe chasing starship captain like his father, Jim Kirk.

She sat in her small apartment and was gently rocking her self to sleep. Little David had already closed his small eyes and fallen asleep. It was nearly 10pm and Carol was happy at the prospect of getting a good night sleep.

As her eyes closed, Carol was unaware that across the courtyard of her apartment, and thanks to the drapes she left opened, two strangers looked at her from an adjacent apartment, with cameras and binoculars. A third man was supervising them as they took photos; his name was Garak.

--
The USS Enterprise headed towards the fifth planet in the Alpha Centauri system. For whatever reason, the fifth planet had been, up to now, undiscovered. With the Gorn and Romulan ships still engaged at a great distance from the Enterprise, Kirk took the opportunity to take the ship closer to the fifth planet to see what the two ships were fighting over. The Enterprise had detected, even before engaging with the Gorns, strange readings coming from an artificial source above the planet. And as the ship got closer, there was indeed something orbiting the planet.

“Magnify image,” Commander Chakotay said from his ops station.

The distant image became larger as the highly sensitive observation equipment zoomed in. The crew, who had just digested the first meeting with intelligent alien life; were now confronted with a very strange feeling of pure wonder, at the sight.

What they saw resembled shining city in space. It was massive, as large as New York’s Manhattan Island. Several structures, best described as skyscrapers in space, were lit up with all kinds of lights. A dome like structure encircled the large city in space.

“It looks like Vegas in space,” McCoy said finally.

“A kind of spaceport I bet,” Sulu said.

They could see several other ships in what appeared to be parking orbits around the large space port.

“Captain,” Uhura said, “I’m receiving an automated message inviting us to come down to the city in space, it is called Thyscin, and enjoy the hospitality.”

“So, we go from a near life ending space battle,” Chakotay said, “to a nice comfy space port; Sounds pretty hard to believe, to me.”

I would agree with Commander Chakotay. It would be wise to continue with caution.

“Gee,” McCoy said with sarcasm in his voice, “it took a 85 billion dollar computer to come up with that kind of advice? I’m in the wrong business.”

I am only stating a logical observation, Doctor McCoy.

“Logical and obvious,” McCoy said. “I bet you would…”

Kirk cut McCoy off.

“I’m going down there,” Kirk said finally with a broad smile.

“Excuse me captain,” Chakotay said, “I believe your going down there is an unacceptable risk, especially with aggressive actions between the Romulans and Gorn taking place not far from here.”

Kirk nodded, “Thank you Mr. Chakotay, your concern is dead on, as usual,” Kirk said as he stood up out of his chair, “But I’m still going down there. You want to come Bones?”

“Stop calling me that.” McCoy said.

“Well, are you coming or not?” Kirk asked.

This course of action may not be wise; Captain.

“Look,” Kirk said to them all, and mainly to a visibly upset Chaktoay, “We are ambassadors from Earth, the first to get out here. This is part of my job description. Commander Chakotay, you are in command. Bones, you’re with me, and so are you Uhura.”

Chakotay sighed, and then sat in Kirk’s command chair.

“Yes sir,” Uhura said as she stood up and joined Kirk and McCoy as they headed for the Turbo-lift.

“Commander? Keep me posted,” Kirk said as he and the others entered the Turbo-lift.

“I will Captain; just be careful.” Chakotay said.

“We will,” McCoy fired back.

--
Uhura piloted the shuttlecraft out of the Enterprise’s hanger deck. Following the directions of the Thyscin flight operations.

“Its almost like a dream,” McCoy said, sitting with Kirk in the passenger compartment behind Uhura.

“You’ve never been to a spaceport before?” Kirk asked.

“No,” McCoy said, “I haven’t. Don’t you understand how important this is? Here we are, the first ship to leave Earth’s system, and we’re about to mingle about some giant mall in space. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“It does,” Kirk said with a nod of agreement. “I spent many nights as a young man wondering if there was life beyond Earth, due to the fact that my own childhood wasn’t that great. I was a dreamer, and I bet most of us on the Enterprise are. But,” Kirk added, “now we are living it. Am I excited? You bet I am.”

“Well,” McCoy replied, “you wouldn’t know it.”

Spock’s voice came from the interface on Kirk’s wrist device.

Captain; we are being scanned. It appears to be ordinary in nature.

“Would make sense,” Uhura said, “we are newcomers.”

Moments later, Uhura set the shuttlecraft down inside of a massive landing port. Alien vessels, many different makes and models, could be seen scattered about. And, more interestingly, several different kinds of life forms could be seen walking about, and interacting with each other.

“This is right out of a science fiction book I once read,” McCoy said.

“A book? How boring doctor.” Uhura said, “It looks like something out of that old movie Star Wars.”

Kirk chuckled.

“You’re right,” Kirk said.

Seconds later, Uhura pressed a button and popped open the boarding doors. And not to long after the doors had opened, Kirk, McCoy and Uhura stepped out of the shuttle, and followed the flow of walking traffic, and headed into the City in Space.

--

Mars; The USS Reliant;

Commander Gary Mitchell was growing impatient. Captain Terrell and his party had not yet returned.

“What do we do?” Helmsman Lt. Kyle asked.

Gary Mitchell closed his eyes and saw the image, again, of Chekov screaming in agony. It was a vision that Gary had first seen, in his mind, several days earlier. But now, the fog of his memory cleared, and he now not only saw Chekov, but Captain Terrell in great pain as well.

“Prep the other shuttle,” Gary said to Kyle. “We’re going down there to find them.”

--
Continued.

 

[Mistral]

Re: Scorpio's STAR TREK; The City in Space

Whew! Just got caught up. You crank this stuff out quick! So what is this city in space?(BTW-there is no way the humans could know the aliens call themselves Romulans-you never had them reveal that info!)

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: Scorpio's STAR TREK; The City in Space

Whew! Just got caught up. You crank this stuff out quick! So what is this city in space?(BTW-there is no way the humans could know the aliens call themselves Romulans-you never had them reveal that info!)

You know, I caught that too reading it later on. I figure that Uhura must have just heard that name and said it...and because of the intense moment, Kirk let it go...(I'm starting to sound like Rick Berman)...

But as we will see, and already do, these are not the Romulans we know from the GR Trek universe..these are actually decendents for Romans (thus Romulans) and obviously there are a lot of unanswered questions about how that can possibly be....

Rob

 

[Hartzilla2007]

Great Story So Far.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Captain Kirk could tell right off why Lt. Uhura was, seemingly, in sheer heaven. The large City in Space they had come to was, for all intents and purposes, a large mall. It didn’t seem really important to her that they were in the company of, at least, fifty or sixty different sentient alien life forms, and literally hundreds of them, as the Enterprise landing party, Kirk-McCoy and Uhura, walked about the large facility.

They were each holding what appeared to be popsicles, tasting them as they followed the flow of the walking traffic.

“These are actually pretty good,” McCoy said. “It has to be made from some kind of fruit.”

“Doctor,” Uhura said, “do you think it is safe to eat the food here? I don’t know about you, but I’ve had some bad bouts of food poisoning in my time, and that was with food from Earth.”


“I’m not promising it wont happen,” McCoy said, “but as they say,” McCoy said motioning to what appeared to be alien children walking with a parent and enjoying their own popsicles, “when in Rome…”

“On that subject,” Uhura said to Kirk, “What about those Romulans we encountered Captain? Do you think they’re from Earth?” She asked.

Kirk was about to reply when suddenly Uhura’s eyes got wider.

“Look,” She said excitedly, “a shoe store!”

Uhura darted away from McCoy and Kirk and into the shoe store.

“Some things never change,” Kirk said. “Women and shoe stores; you gotta love them.”

“Now that is a sexist comment,” McCoy said as he shook his head. “You could be put on report for saying something like that.”

“Oh shut up,” Kirk said. “Look there, next to the shoe store; that looks like a bookstore.”

“I doubt they’re going to have anything you can read.” McCoy said in a dry tone.

“Maybe not, but look at the book in the window display, towards the back.” Kirk said as he pointed at the window.

“Looks like a book of star maps.” McCoy said.

“It’s strange, in the time that we have been here that we’ve just been accepted as just another alien species walking around a crowded mall. Makes you wonder why Earth has never detected this much life in space. Isn’t it cool to find out that there is a variable sea of life out here?”

“Look there,” McCoy said. “Those two over there are wearing the same kind of uniform the Romulan we saw earlier was wearing. They even have the same kind of helmets.”

“Let’s go over there and introduce ourselves.” Kirk said. “I’d like to know where they are from.”

--
MARS

Captain Terrell and Lt. Chekov were taken, by force, toward one of the other warehouses in the distance. Their captors said not a word. And when Terrell tried to speak with Chekov, to make sure she was okay, a fist was planted into the Captain’s face, causing blood to be drawn.

Terrell could only guess as to who the hooded people were. But none of the guesses made any sense. Finally they were brought into the warehouse. Both Terrell and Chekov were forced to their knees. There was nothing Terrell or Chekov could do as the upper parts of their space suits were ripped apart, and then totally off, exposing Terrell’s muscular torso from waist up, and Chekov’s equally in shape body, including her small sized breasts.

“Who are you?” Terrell demanded.

Their captors all stood back, and spoke not a single word.

“Are you okay?” Terrell asked Chekov. He was really proud of her bravery.

“Yes sir, I am fine.” She replied. “My Grandfather told me the stories of his Grandfather’s beatings at the hands of Stalin’s men. My family has endured far worse than this.”

Terrell looked back to the silent group of hooded figures who had captured them. The blood that had came from Terrell’s had dried.

“Would you please tell us what you want?” Terrell asked.

One of the captors stepped forward. This one also wore a dark colored Turban that covered the dark cloth mask that covered his face. The man took the Turban off, handed to another person. Then the man took off cloth mask; it was Khan. He had a very strong presence about him; it was a mixture of pride and anger. The man nodded his head and two of the captors behind Terrell and Chekov, lifted the two up to their feet. The man came over and stood very close to Terrell. Khan studied the black man’s face.

“I don’t know who are,” Khan said to Terrell.

“My name is Captain Joseph Terrell,” Terrell replied. “I trained exclusively at the California camp, so we would have never met Lt. Khan.” Terrell said. “Now listen; I demand you let us go before this becomes more of a problem than it already is.”

Khan smiled. “You are in the position to demand nothing; Captain Joseph Terrell.”

With that said, Khan took two steps to his left and stood before Chekov. Khan let his eyes look over her nice toned body, and her soft breasts. He then locked eyes with Chekov.

“I never forget a face,” Khan said, “Lt. Chekov. Why are you not with Kirk?”

“The Reliant needed some crew augmentations,” Chekov said. “I was assigned.”

Khan nodded his head, and looked genuinely disappointed.

“Then I am sorry for you,” Khan said to her. “It is most unfortunate that someone who really wasn’t supposed to be on the Reliant has to endure what is to come.”

“What do you mean by that?” Terrell asked.

“You mean, they didn’t tell you what really happened up here?” Khan asked. “Now I am really upset for the both of you. I almost feel guilty, but I don’t.”

Khan walked away from them and over to what appeared to be a fish aquarium. But instead of fish floating around, the aquarium had no water and was halfway filled with Martian sand.

“What you are looking at,” Khan said as he smiled and looked back at Terrell and Chekov, “is the home of an indigenous life form on Mars.”

Khan reached down at the table where the aquarium sat and lifted up a metal rod and a hand held grasping device which was usually used on repairs. He opened up the aquarium and stuck the metal rod into the sand, and then the sand began to move. There was a creature inside the sand. Khan used the grasp and caught the creature by the neck. Khan lifted the creature out.

The creature looked somewhat like a scorpion on Earth, but much more intimidating. It was nearly the size of Khan’s forearm.

--
Gary Mitchell piloted the shuttle down through the turbulence. The raging sandstorm made it nearly impossible to see. Behind him, in the passenger area, sat four security guards who were each armed to the hilt.

As the shuttle descended through the whirling sand, Gary could finally see the other shuttle. He expertly landed the second shuttle next to it.

--
Continued…

 

[Mistral]

Yeah! Ceti eels! Or, well, whatever the hell they are!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Earth; San Diego.

Thomas Garak hated this part of his job. Using leverage to make people he didn’t even know do things that others wanted of them was not a pleasant job, most of the time. As he strolled up to the apartment complex that Carol Marcus lived at, he wished there was another way to what he was about to do; but there wasn’t. He didn’t like separating children from their parents, but he was being paid a handsome amount of credits to do just that.

Garak swept back his long mane of gray hair and entered the apartment complex and found the nearest elevator. As he stepped in the elevator, he thought about what he had come to do, and it didn’t make him proud. The mother of the baby, Dr. Carol Marcus, would be a push over, especially after Garak used his leverage on her. The father of the baby, Captain James T Kirk of the USS Enterprise, was far off in space, and was of no threat to Garak; for now at least. And with the child soon to be in the possession of John Gill, Garak was sure that Kirk would never be a problem at all.

It was a cruel world, Garak thought to himself, finding ways to justify his actions. He was just a cog in the wheel, and did what he could in order to survive. And who could tell the future? Perhaps, one day, Kirk would have leverage on Gill so as to get his son back, which if paid well, Garak would handle for Kirk. But, for now, Gill had the power; and that power is what employed Garak.

--

Carol Marcus looked down on David, her baby, as she dressed him in a very comfortable outfit with a SUPERMAN “S” on the front side. She could definitely see Jim’s looks on the baby. They shared the same eyes and nose, while David’s mouth looked like hers. Sometimes she had second thoughts about asking Jim to stay out of their lives. But she was more afraid of raising a child with a father who would always be away on missions deep in space.

Her own father had been in the Air Force, and she remembered the solitary life her mother had lived. It was not the kind of family life she that Carol to raise David in. James could have fought her for custody, but he didn’t. She respected James Kirk for that, and knew that deep inside, he knew she was right.

Suddenly there was a knock on the front door. She lifted little Davey, her nick name for David, and brought him with her over to the door. She peered through the spy hole and saw a man standing there. He looked pleasant, and quite elegant, with long straight gray hair streaming down his back. He wore a very expensive suit. He activated the com-unit that was part of the door’s standard equipment.

“Can I help you?” Carol asked from her side of the door.

“Hello there,” Garak said, “my name is Garak. And if you would be so kind to open your door, I have some very important information that may pertain to the life of your child.”

Carol opened the door. “What do you mean?”

“May I?” Garak asked, reaching for the door knob.

“Yes, please come in,” Carol said.

She opened the door and Garak walked in. He was amazed at how clean and maintained the apartment was. The apartment was quite expensive, and had a terrific view of Mission Beach. Garak looked out the window at the myriad of surfers who were doing their thing on the ocean shore below.

“You have a quite extraordinary place here, Miss Marcus,” Garak said with a nice warm smile. “I envy you.”

“Thank you,” she said as she, and little David, looked at the visitor. “Now, I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“My name is Tom Garak,” he replied. “You can simply call me Garak; plane and simple Garak.”

“Great,” Carol said as she turned to the kitchen. “I just made some fresh orange juice, would you like some?” Carol asked.

“Yes,” Garak said as he sat down in the comfortable couch. “That would be very nice of you.”

She brought over two glasses, one for him, and one for her. She set little Davey down in the crib near the couch. The baby had drifted off asleep.

“Now,” Carol said, “how can I help you?”

This was the part of the conversation that Garak truly despised. At this point everything was pleasant, and quite friendly. He genuinely liked Carol Marcus, and under different circumstances, he would just enjoy the glass of orange juice and engaged in idle chatter about anything. But, unfortunately, that would not be the case.

Garak reached into his suit jacket and took out an envelope. He opened it and took out several legal forms.

“What are those?” Carol asked.

Garak read over them, making sure they were complete. Satisfied that they were, he looked over to her and smiled.

“These forms are for a Death Certificate, Miss Marcus. Luckily I have a friend who works for the state,” Garak said, “and so I was able to obtain them quite easily. I have already filled out the first three pages, all I need for you to do is to sign the signature slot on page four, and initial the highlighted areas on pages one and two.”

Carol shook her head. “I’m so sorry Mr. Garak, but I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t know of anyone who has died recently.”

“Oh my,” Garak said as he sipped on his glass of juice, “I’m sorry for the confusion. You see; the person isn’t dead.”

“Now I’m really confused.” She said. “What’s going on here?”

Garak smiled at her, and then continued.

“The Death Certificate is for your child,” Garak said motioning to the crib. And then the smile on Garak’s face was gone, replaced by cold stare. “And you will sign the paperwork, Miss Marcus.”

“Get out of my home!” Carol said, trembling with fear. “I’m not signing anything.”

She attempted to stand up, but Garak reached out and stopped her, forcing her back down on the couch.

“Before you do anything rash,” Garak told her, “I suggest you listen to what I have to say. Once that is done, I am quite certain you will sign the form.”

Carol knew, at the present moment, she had no choice but to listen, if only to save her child. She nodded in agreement.

“I have a story to tell you,” Garak said, as he sat back in the couch, sipping on the glass of juice as he did. “It is a story that doesn’t quite have a happy ending. And,” he added with his warm smile, “You’re the most important part of the story.”

--
Three hours later Garak sat inside a leer-jet speeding over the Pacific Ocean, on his way to Australia. He stared out the window at the darkened ocean below, and then he looked back at the seat next to him. Young David Marcus was fastened safely inside his travel seat, and was fast asleep.

--

Continued…

 

[Mistral]

Not buying it. As the father of a small child, the only way you could pry him away from me is with the proper caliber tool-and I'd say it would have to be at least a .357 because a .22 or .38 would only hurt, it sure as hell wouldn't stop me.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Not buying it. As the father of a small child, the only way you could pry him away from me is with the proper caliber tool-and I'd say it would have to be at least a .357 because a .22 or .38 would only hurt, it sure as hell wouldn't stop me.

I like that!! I'm going to use that line if you don't mind. Not in a story, but as a line with people. "You better use a 357, because a 22 or 38 would only hurt!"..love it...as for the baby? Carol isn't as dumb as she looks. And I would hate to be Garak when Kirk gets back from his mission.


Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

Mars;

Gary Mitchell piloted the shuttle down through the turbulence of the Martian atmosphere. Captain Terrell and Lt. Nadya Chekov had yet to report their status, since coming down to the planet earlie. First officer Mitchell, fearing trouble had been found by the Captain and Chekov, mounted up a rescue party of four Marines and headed down to the colony to find them. The raging sandstorm made it nearly impossible for Mitchell to pilot the shuttle, but his years of training had paid off.

As the shuttle descended through the whirling sand, Gary Mitchell could finally see the other shuttle. It had been parked on the tarmac, and all seemed normal enough. In the distance he could also see the four warehouses that were there the last time had been to Mars, which had been nearly a year before.
Gary set the shuttle down on the tarmac, right next to the Captain’s shuttle.

For a moment Gary closed his eyes, and then opened them. There was a strange pull inside of Gary’s soul, and it was a force that was pointing him in the direction of the warehouse, which was just up the path, a hundred yards or so from the shuttle. The thick blowing sand made it seem further away, but also gave the warehouse a haunting appearance. Gary tried to shake the strange feeling, the strange flow of power that he could flow through his body, but he couldn’t

For over a year Gary knew that something was happening inside of his existence. He didn’t like what he was becoming, and knew it would mean danger someday. But there was nothing else he could do for now but live. He turned to one of the four Marines.

“You stay here and guard the shuttle.” Gary ordered.

“Sir?” the Marine, who was named Curtis Donovan replied. “But shouldn’t I come with you and the others.”

“He is trained for this,” Sgt. Drayton Rounds said. Rounds was the highest ranking of the Marines. “You should stay here Commander Mitchell, we can handle this.” Rounds added.

Gary shook his head. “No,” Gary countered. “If Captain Terrell has been compromised, then I need to know right away. Just to follow protocol, Donovan will stay here.” Gary said, knowing it was just a lie.

It was clear Sgt. Rounds didn’t like the decision, but Gary Mitchell out ranked him.

Gary then looked to Rounds and the other two security officers.

“We’ll split up,” Gary told them. “I’ll take the warehouse just ahead of the shuttle, you three go ahead and divvy up which ones you will take.”

The three Marines decided which ones to take, and then one by one they each took a phaser rifle from the secured armory. Gary may not have been the best when it came to G-force simulations, but he was one heck of a shot on a target range. But Gary knew, deep inside, he would not need a weapon at all; his mind was more powerful than a mere phaser rifle. And if any harm had come to Chekov, he would kill anyone who was involved, and enjoy doing so.

--

Inside the warehouse;

Chekov could only watch in sheer terror as two of Khan’s men held Captain Terrell down, on his stomach, on one of the tables. Khan held the strange scorpion looking creature with one hand, and then with the other, he slid the teeth of a pair of tweezers he was holding in the other hand inside of what appeared to be the creatures birthing canal.

Terrell tried to shake his head.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Terrell asked. “Men,” he said to the two who were holding him down, “I am ordering you to let me go!” Terrell demanded.

Khan flashed a warm and charming smile.

“Captain, save your breath,” Khan said. “These people swore their allegiance to me the moment the United Space Agency abandoned us to these creatures.”

“What are you talking about?” Terrell demanded.

Khan gently removed the tweezers from the animals birthing canal, and blood spilled all over the table, some of it splattering on Terrell’s face, which was just inches from where the blood landed. A tiny version of the creature was on the tweezers. It emitted some kind of audible cry, no doubt for its mother.

“Let him go!” Chekov demanded finally. She had remained silent through the entire ordeal thus far.

“Oh, I will,” Khan said to her with a smirk on his face. “And then I will be doing this to you, Chekov. So, pay attention.”

Khan angled the tweezers toward Terrell’s head. The men holding down Terrell forcibly held his head down to one side on the table.

“These are pets, I might add,” Khan said warmly to Terrell. “They haven’t been quite domesticated.”

“Please Khan,” Chekov pleaded. “We were just following orders. They didn’t tell us anything!”

“I don’t doubt you,” Khan said. “I’m just using these creatures as recruiting tools for my cause.”

--

The Marine who was left behind at the shuttle, Curtis Donavan, sat in the pilot’s seat of the shuttle, as ordered by Commander Gary Mitchell. The sandstorm was still howling outside the shuttle. Because of the thickness of the blowing sand he had lost track of the three other security officers, and Commander Gary Mitchell as well.

--
Sgt. Rounds was by himself, and hunkered down behind a wall that was near one of the warehouses. The sand was howling about, and the various signs that were posted near by, or were nailed into the side of the building, were making clanking noised. He pulled out a device and pressed a combination of numbers on its small keypad. The device had a small screen and, in seconds, the face of John Gill appeared.

“Have you located Khan?” Gill asked.

“No,” Rounds said. “The commander split us up.”

“Listen to me, and listen to me well,” Gill said. “You are to kill Khan, and I don’t care how you do it. It is in the best interests of our plans, and the world as well, that he and his associates from the first landing party do not make it off that world. If you must take your own life to insure this, then you will. Am I clear?”

Rounds nodded. “Yes sir,” Rounds replied. “If he his alive, he won’t be much longer.”

--

After setting the adult creature back inside of the aquarium, Khan opened the teeth of the Tweezers. The tiny creature tried in vain to hold on, but eventually it dropped off the tweezers and into the left ear of Captain Terrell. The tiny creature burrowed into the Captain’s ear, causing a large amount of blood to squirt out, while also causing Terrell to scream in agony. The two men holding Terrell let the captain fall to the ground. They then turned to Chekov.

“No!” she pleaded as they came over and snatched her up from the ground. “Please Khan,” Chekov screamed, “don’t do this!”

Khan could only smile. “I really feel for you Nadya,” Khan said, as he admired her strong, taut body, and her small but well shaped bare breasts.

“What will the creatures do to us?” Chekov asked, trying to delay the inevitable.

He pointed to Terrell, who was on the floor with a blank expression on his face.

“They burrow themselves down into the brain. At first it turned those from my landing party into nothing more than zombies, and they tried to devour us. Eventually, after holding out for as long as we could, they became very susceptible to suggestion, as will you and the Captain.” Khan said.

He nodded to the two men and they dragged Chekov over to the table. Chekov screamed as loud as she could. And she watched in horror as the rest of Khan’s group just stared and watched.

As before, as the two men held the victim, Nadya Chekov down, Khan reached into the aquarium and snatched the creature. He used the Tweezers again to remove one of its young, and then he put the Tweezers over Chekov’s head and then let the creature drop down into her ear. She screamed in agony as the creature devoured its way deeper into her ear, blood squirting out. And as she screamed in pain she saw the door to the warehouse fly open. It was Gary Mitchell!!! The last thing she remembered was the look of pure evil on his face, and his eyes; they were pure white. She lost conciseness.

Continued…

 

[Mistral]

Good replay of that scene.

 

[Hartzilla2007]

The next one should be good, though I don't know how Khan can get out of this one.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Good replay of that scene.

Thanks..that scene for TREK 2 still resonates with me...and my kids too!!! Ricardo really commands that scene. He will be missed!!!


Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

The sandstorm on Mars was still howling outside of the shuttle in which Lance Corporal Curtis Donovan found himself guarding. The rest of the landing crew had left the shuttle to try and find Captain Terrell and Lt. Chekov. Corporal Donovan had been left behind. He sat in the cockpit of the shuttle and stared out the main window at the whirling sandstorm.

Then, with out warning, as he was just biding his time, the main control panel came to life.

“What the…” his words trailed off as he could only just watch as the lights and panels began to hum to life.

Although he had yet to be trained on how to fly the new Omega shuttle model, he was still able to read some of the readouts. And it was quite obvious that he weapons platform was being accessed. The shuttle was preparing to fire and there was nothing he could do about it!

--

Sergeant Rounds was still hunkered down near the warehouse he was to have been checking for survivors. But the screams coming form the warehouse Commander Mitchell had chosen to investigate changed all that.

He could see that other warehouse from his vantage point, and used his PADD to take control of the shuttle’s weapons platform, so as to destroy and kill Khan and his followers, as so ordered by John Gill. He also knew there were two more of his men out looking at the other warehouses, and who could have even heard the screams, and were possibly investigating the screams. But Round’s could no longer worry about their survival, or his. If they all died in the blast, then they would have died in the line of duty, which is what every true marine trained for. John Gill had made it very clear that none of Khan’s party, or Khan himself, were allowed to live.

Rounds looked at the PADD’s small screen, at the warehouse, which appeared only as a large hulking construct via the image being relayed from the shuttle’s own visual enhancements. Rounds knew that Donovan was no doubt trying to override his attempt to fire the shuttle’s weapons, but the young Lance Corporal, Donovan, didn’t nearly have the training Rounds had. Rounds armed one of the phaser turrets and prepared to fire.

--

Space City orbiting the fifth planet in the Proxmia Centauri star system:

Uhura was still looking at the exotic shoes on display in the alien shoe store in the large Promenade section of the massive space city. Kirk and McCoy noticed two Romulans standing near them.

“Look there,” McCoy said. “Those two over there are wearing the same kind of uniform the Romulan we saw earlier was wearing. They even have the same kind of helmets. They look very human to me.”

“Let’s go over there and introduce ourselves,” Kirk said. “I’d like to know where they are from.”

Kirk and McCoy walked over to two Romulans.

“Excuse me,” Kirk said to the two Romulans who were seemingly enjoying the amenities as Kirk and McCoy were. “Can we have a word with you?”

The two Romulans were seated at a table and looked up at Kirk.

“Why do you wish to speak to us?” one of them asked.

“I don’t know how to put this,” Kirk said with a warm smile. “But I was just wondering what planet do you both come from?”

“Why do you want to know?” the other Romulan asked in a cold detached manner.

“Well,” Kirk continued, “my friend and I come from a planet called Earth, and we…”

As soon as the word Earth left Kirk’s mouth, the two Romulans stood to their feet and faced Kirk. They were both nearly a whole head taller than Kirk, and were obviously brought to attention by Kirk’s uttering of the word.

“You are from Earth!?” one of them asked with a smug look on his face.

“Yes,” Kirk replied, not showing any sign of intimidation.

“You listen, and you listen well,” the Romulan to the left side of Kirk said. “You will stay clear of us.” Then he moved closer to Kirk, and stared Kirk straight in his eyes. “Take my advice Terran,” he added, “go back to Earth. As long as you stay in your star system, you are off limits to us. Venture outside of your star system, and then you will do so at your own peril; call it our Prime Directive. Your kind is not ready for what exists beyond Earth.”

“Alright,” Kirk replied. “We will consider your warning. Just please answer my question.”

The Romulan smiled. “No, Terran, that is not the question you want me to answer. What you’re really asking is if we Romulans come from Earth.”

Captain James T. Kirk had to admire the Romulan. It was exactly what he was trying to get to in a roundabout way.

“The answer,” the Romulan said as his face turned to a cold stare, “is that your kind, and ours, are of the same stock. Think of us as cousins,” he added with a slight smirk. “That is all I will tell you. Consider my warning, and return to your ship, and return to Earth. Tell your leaders that your world, Earth, is not yet ready to for what is to come, should you continue to explore the galaxy. Sublime ignorance will keep your world safe, for now.”

And with that the two Romulans walked away.

“He was a really nice chap,” McCoy said with a note of sarcasm in his voice.

“Yes, he was,” Kirk said. “Let’s get Uhura, and then get the hell out of here.”

“Why?” McCoy asked. “You’re not going to let him scare us back home are you? Didn’t you say risk was part of the reason we were out here?”

“I did,” Kirk admitted. “But wrapped inside his words was a subtle threat to my ship.” He looked at all of the alien life forms that were milling about the general area. “We have enough information, for now, to relay to Starfleet Command. We’ve had our first taste of what’s out here; now it's time to go home. And until the new subspace communications technology comes on line, we need to get this information back to Colonel Pike.”

Uhura came back carrying three bags of shoes.

“I’m all done now,” She said with a broad smile.

--

A half hour later Kirk, McCoy and Uhura were back aboard the USS Enterprise.

“What are your orders, sir?” Chakotay asked.

“Set a course back for home,” Kirk said as he sat down in his command chair. “Take an evasive course around where we encountered the Gorn and Romulan fleets.”

“Aye sir,” Crusher said.

“Ready to engage,” Sulu added as he got the coordinates from Crusher.

“Engage,” Kirk said.

McCoy stood by Kirk’s command chair.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” McCoy asked again. “Why not go out further?”

“We will,” Kirk said as he watched the City in Space fade from view as the Enterprise sped away. “But not now,” Kirk added. “The galaxy isn’t going anywhere.”

McCoy nodded, and then headed of the bridge.

As Kirk watched the stars stream by, he began to massage his chin as he always did when he was in deep thought, his arm resting on the arm of his chair as he tried to make sense of what they had experienced. Gorn, Romulans, a City in Space. There was much to digest.

“Spock,” Kirk said to the Spock unit. “Do you think it is logical to return to Earth at this point?”

I can not give you a value judgment, Jim. However, you have accomplished the mission protocols. There are repairs that need to be done. The reasons for returning are formidable.

Kirk nodded in agreement. On paper, they had all the reasons to go back home to Earth. Yet part of Kirk wanted to go out further and see what other mysteries the galaxy held. But this time the conservative streak inside him won out. But next time they left the Earth system it would be for a longer period of time. He didn’t like the Romulan’s tone, and would be sure to remember that if such encounters happened again.

James T. Kirk was right; there would be another trek into space. And it would be the next venture into space that Kirk would find even more mysteries, and an encounter with a most terrifying existence in space: The Borg.

--

MARS

Khan, while holding the large and strange creature in one hand, used his other hand, with Tweezers at his disposal, to again remove one of the young tiny creatures from the very scary looking, large mother-creature that was indigenous to Mars. It resembled a large scorpion, but far more intimidating.

Khan positioned the tweezers over Chekov’s head and then let the tiny creature drop down into her ear. She screamed in agony as the creature devoured its way deeper into her ear, the blood from her ear squirting out. And as she screamed in pain she saw the door to the warehouse fly open. It was Gary Mitchell!

The last thing she remembered was the look of pure evil on his face, and the appearance of his eyes; they were pure white. She lost consciousness.

Khan recognized Mitchell right away.

“Ah,” Khan said with smile, “the great American hero has come to rescue the damsel in distress.”

“You could say something like that,” Gary said in a cold tone.

“Get him,” Khan said to his men.

(what will happen next??? Click to continue reading on this link>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ENGAGE then page down for the exciting conclusion!!!! Look for the writing in BOLD letters!!!

 

[RobertScorpio]

SCORPIO's TREK; PHASE ONE

The large conference room at Starfleet Command was packed. Captain James T. Kirk, in his dress uniform, sat in the center of the room and gave his most incredible mission briefing. On a large monitor, for all to see, the recorded events that were of the most important nature were being displayed by all.

The President of the United Nations, Nathanial Churchill, a descendant of Winston Churchill no less, had also come to the briefing. The meeting was of the most top-secret variety, with the entire crew of the Enterprise quarantined from any interaction with anyone, most especially the media, and press, until Kirk’s briefing had been completed and policy had been declared.

The image on the screen froze, at the order of Colonel Pike, on the image of the Gorn. The gathered crowd murmured at the image on the screen.

“Captain Kirk,” Pike said, “would please report to us what you know of this being, and your encounter with them?”

“Yes sir,” Kirk said, who was flanked by McCoy to his right. Kirk was also wearing the wristband interface with the SPOCK unit as well. “That being was referred to us as a Gorn. The Enterprise came under attack by three Gorn vessels.”

The President spoke next.

“Captain Kirk,” Churchill said, “why did these vessels attack you?”

“No reason was given, sir,” Kirk responded. “Both the Enterprise, and the Gorn ships, scanned each other. Upon our attempt at peaceful dialog, which the Gorn never responded to, we came under attack.”

McCoy felt it important to add one piece of information.

“They did not attack any sensitive areas of the Enterprise. They could have, but they didn’t,” McCoy stated.

Pike continued, “Thank you for stating that for us, Doctor McCoy. Now, Captain Kirk, you say this being is called a Gorn. If you never actually made contact with them, how do know who or what they are?”

Kirk took control of the images on the screen, via a remote control, and then fast forwarded to encounter with the Romulans, and then froze the screen as it showed the image of the Romulan that Kirk had first spoken to.

“The Enterprise may or may not have been destroyed by the Gorn, in the end, we will never know,” Kirk said, “but thankfully five vessels from a race called the Romulans came to our assistance and fought the Gorn off.”

“Were you able to make contact with the Romulans?” The President asked.

“Yes sir,” Kirk replied.

He let the scene play out on the screen.

The instant the alien’s image came on the screen, Captain Kirk, and the entire bridge crew who saw it as well, knew that their known theories of humanity and history had just been obliterated. Although the alien wore a helmet over part of his head, it was clear that the alien was... human.

Even though the alien began to speak in an unfamiliar language, it was obvious to all that some of the words were not so alien as they seemed. The audio translation began seconds after the alien began to speak.

“I am Praefectus’alae Gnaeus, in command of this scouting party,” the very strong voice said, “though we have shielded your vessel from attack, it would be wise for you to put as much distance between yourselves and the Gorn hunting party. To stay in the general area would be to do so at a great risk to your lives.”

“I’m Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise, we are explorers,” Kirk said, “and do not wish to cause offense to either you or the Gorn. We thank your for the assistance. But can I ask you,” Kirk added, “from what world do you hail?”

The Romulan’s expression had remained stone cold the entire time.

“These matters can be discussed if future encounters are to come,” The Romulan answered. “For now, I suggest you return to your star system, and to your home world called Earth.”

Kirk froze the image. The entire conference room became bathed in a loud murmuring of voices as the implications of this encounter took hold.

“This is most incredible,” Pike said to Kirk.

“Yes,” Kirk replied. “I must add that after that conversation, my self, along with Doctor McCoy and Lt. Uhura, visited a large city in space that was in orbit of the fifth planet of the Proxmia star system. While there we encountered two more Romulans.”

Kirk let the images move forward, and froze the screen again, this time on the incredible image of the city in space. Again the gathered audience gasped at what they saw.

“What else did you find on that city in space?” President Churchill finally asked.

“Our stay was rather brief,” Kirk replied. “What we saw was a variable sea of life. At least fifty or sixty different sentient life forms walking around what essentially appeared to us to be a giant city, and more precise to where we were, a mall if you will, with hundreds if not thousands of visitors. It was there when the doctor and I encountered two more Romulans.”

“How did that go?” Pike asked.

“I initiated contact with these two,” Kirk continued, “because just like you are doing now, I wanted to know where they came from. They were obviously human, just as we are, and if they weren’t coming from Earth, then just where were they coming from, and more importantly, were our two species related.”

“What did they tell you?” one of the Admirals, Jenkins, asked.

Jenkins was known to be the most hawkish of the Joint Chiefs.

“His answer was vague, at best,” Kirk said. “He told us that we came from the same stock, and to consider them cousins.”

“Seems harmless enough to me,” President Churchill said.

“I must also state, Mr. President” Kirk said, “that these Romulans knew of Earth, and they knew we came from Earth. They also mentioned something about a Prime Directive that they adhered to that kept them out of our system for now. And that by traveling beyond our star system we were possibly endangering this off limits policy that they, and other species, abide by.”

“Do you think we should curtail any missions beyond our star system?” President Churchill asked Kirk directly.

Kirk thought for a moment. Then he continued.

“No sir,” Kirk replied, “I do not. I would suggest caution, but this is our neighborhood. Proxmia Centauri, in terms of the size of the galaxy, is really our backyard. The Romulans, and Gorn, have to know we can’t be expected to just stay inside our star systems like sequestered children. We are a race of explorers,” Kirk concluded, “and space is the final frontier.”

“Very poetic, Captain Kirk,” President Churchill said. “But that exploring nature of ours didn’t always turn out for the best in the past, did it?”

Kirk nodded. “No, it didn’t,” Kirk admitted.

Soon the briefing was over. Policy was voted on and the crew of the Enterprise was ordered not to discuss anything they encountered beyond the Earth system until the President made an official address to the people of the world in the days to come.

--

A couple hours later, James Kirk was walking through the very impressive park near the new Starfleet Academy which was located across the Golden Gate Bridge in the San Francisco. The briefing had taken place at Starfleet Command, which was also situated in the same complex. He had come to meet up with an old friend; Gary Mitchell.

Kirk followed the directions Gary had sent him, and then found Gary sitting on a bench throwing bread crumbs to a gathered flock of seagulls, all very eager to eat the bread crumbs.

“Well,” Kirk said as he sat next to Gary, “I can’t believe it; Captain Gary Mitchell of the USS Reliant.”

“A good man died in order for me to take command of the Reliant,” Gary said. “Not the way I wanted to gain command of my own ship.”

“I know, but regardless, you will make a fine Captain, which is all I meant,” Kirk said. “I read your report before coming over here to meet you. Who would have known that there would have been any survivors?”

“That’s just it,” Gary said, “they knew. They all knew, accept for us.”

“What do you mean?” Kirk asked.

“Jim,” Gary said, “I didn’t put everything I found up there on Mars in that report. Starfleet would have you believe they didn’t know there were any survivors from Khan’s group. But trust me when I tell you, they did know.”

Kirk sensed something different about his good friend Gary Mitchell. Gone was the youthful way in which Gary had carried him self for so many years.

Before Kirk could respond, another person sat next to the both of them: Carol Marcus. (click HERE and page down to BOLDED PRINT to read further)

 

[Hartzilla2007]

Okay why are you posting the end of the story on a different site?

 

[RobertScorpio]

Okay why are you posting the end of the story on a different site?

Its a site that allows us writers a little more 'flexability' in what we can do. Just trying to get them some 'street cred' with BBS members who may not know of them. Don't worry, this is only happening for a few segments. Sorry if it has ruined your reading enjoyment. Just please hang in there...

Rob

 

[SLWalker]

In other words, there's not a PG-13 cap on Ad Astra like there is here. ;-)

 

[RobertScorpio]

In other words, there's not a PG-13 cap on Ad Astra like there is here. ;-)

That too, but some of my friends who are inbetween this and Ad Astra like to come here and chat on the boards...but reading stories over at Ad Astra is more 'agreeable' to the eyes. Then they get lazy and read over here and complain, when we meet out in the real world, that its kind of hard on the eyes. This allows them to be lazy and read over here, then leave them dangling, and have them go over there and see it on both sides of the fense.

Rob

 

[Hartzilla2007]

Okay why are you posting the end of the story on a different site?

Its a site that allows us writers a little more 'flexability' in what we can do. Just trying to get them some 'street cred' with BBS members who may not know of them. Don't worry, this is only happening for a few segments. Sorry if it has ruined your reading enjoyment. Just please hang in there...

Rob

Oh it wasn't ruining my enjoyment or anything I was just curious about it.