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scorpio's STAR TREK; PHASE ONE
Different Lives
The USS Lexington, under the command of Rachel Garrett, was in station keeping. The ship’s first mission was to catalog the larger remnants of the Clark/Dennison asteroid that the Enterprise had successfully dealt with nearly a year previously. Most of the debris field had stayed in the same new altered orbital course around the sun. The Lexington was at station keeping as the main debris cloud approached, preparing for the first research aspect of intervention.
All though Clark/Dennison was no longer a threat, large fragments still remained as possible threats to the Earth and/or future space craft, or even future colony cities on Mars. The Lexington had been tasked with cataloging all remnants that posed threats. According to the latest data, there were 2164 fragments that posed possible threats, though in each case it was far in the future.
Captain Garret let the mission specialist, Geologist Doctor Darnell Merriweather call all the shots while launching the “tags” that were placed on each remnant. Now that he was responsible for blowing it up he was now tasked with finding quick and efficient ways to deal with the issue. The first part of his plan was the tags.
The tags were tiny devices that the Lexington, while using modified phaser platforms, fired at the various asteroid remnants. The tags would monitor each remnant, and in time, would be used to help target mines to help obliterate them once the debris was past the orbit of Jupiter which it would be seventeen months in the future.
“Doctor Merriweather,” Garret said from her command seat as he stood next to her sipping on a cup of coffee, “this is amazing technology.”
“Thank you Captain Garret,” Merriweather replied. “The satellite we launched yesterday will relay all the data from the tags back to Starfleet’s science facilities at Newport Rhode Island. From there we will start the procedure of constructing and programming the mines.”
“Then, when it comes time to lay those mines out, I’m sure we’ll be seeing you again.” Garret said with a smile.
“I hope so,” Merriweather said. “However, staying on time, and on budget, will be our only hurdles.”
“I’m sure you’re doo just fine.” Garret said with confidence.
Garrett sat back and watched Merriweather order her Navigator, who also ran the weapons platform, to fire a new batch of Tags at several asteroid remnants.
--
Live orchestra music could be heard coming from a large mansion that over looked the beautiful city of Moscow. Many of the Russian elite had come to this very special event thrown in honor of one of their own; Nadya Chekov. Stories of her successes while board the Enterprise, and later her near death on Mars, had made her the stuff of legend. So nearly three hundred guests had come to wine and dine, and dance, all in tribute of Nadya.
Nadya could hear the music below. She had yet to come down to enjoy the festivities. Her very elegant dress was still spread across her bed, waiting for her to put on. But she wasn’t ready; not just.
She stared at her naked body as she stood before a full length mirror. She had many strange memories from what happened on Mars. Though, to be sure, she could not tell if many of the images in her mind were memories or dreams. It was hard to tell. And as she brushed her hair, in the mirror she felt she was looking at a stranger. She closed her eyes and saw the memory of Khan placing the creature into Terrell’s ear. Nadya remembered being dragged over to the table and Khan preparing to do the same to her. Suddenly the memory changed.
She could see her self, as a young girl, dancing with other young girls in the middle of a large room. All the girls were in leotards, and the room was surrounded by mirrors that allowed them to watch themselves as they danced, while being tutored how to dance by their ballerina trainer. It was every young girl’s dream at that age to be a ballerina. But Nadya’s father, Mikiel Chekov, had been a successful cosmonaut through-out Nadya’s childhood. And she loved her father very much, and always got along with him more than she ever did with her mother. She was her father’s pride and joy.
In the years to come he would inspire even more to follow in his footsteps, which she did. It was known that her mother, Tamara, didn’t approve, but there was nothing she could do about it. Mikiel was a national hero and would often take his daughter with him to special functions and in time Nadya became a child star. She literally grew up in front of the whole country.
Nadya was brought out of her memories as her mother came in. Her mother was very beautiful, and very elegant. She came over to where Nadya was brushing her hair.
“Let me do this for you,” Tamara said.
Nadya handed her the brush, and then turned back toward the mirror. Her mom stood behind her and slowly brought the brush through Nadya’s hair. Both women were silent.
“Ivan is her tonight,” Tamara said. “He wants to see you.”
Nadya nodded. She had known Ivan since they were in grade school. It was evident to her that the two of them were being groomed to marry from the time she was ten years old. The families would share their vacations together. And as Nadya and Ivan entered puberty their parents encouraged them to date in high-school, and so they did. She lost her virginity to Ivan after one of the school dances. And even up to now, that one time with Ivan had been the only time she had made love to a man.
As her mother brushed her hair, Nadya closed her eyes. She was taken back to when Khan was holding her head down, preparing to put one of the creatures into her body. That is the point where her memories became clouded. She remembered the pain, and blood, as Khan dropped the creature into her ear. Then she remembered seeing the door to the building fly open;, and seeing Gary Mitchell, looking as if he had been consumed by pure evil, standing in the doorway. And as she looked at Gary’s memory, she became aroused.
She opened her eyes. Tamara was smiling at her reflection.
“Where were you just now?” Tamara asked.
“No where special,” Nadya said. “I was just thinking about old times.”
Tamara admired her daughter’s beautiful naked body in the mirror. And as only another woman could, she could also see that Nadya had been aroused by what ever she was thinking about. Tamara assumed that it was Ivan she held deep in her thoughts.
“You would make Ivan a very happy man,” Tamara said. “I have it on good authority that he will propose to you tonight. I think you should accept. His father is very well respected, and marrying into that family would do wonders for you, and the rest of our family.”
The younger woman smiled. “I like Ivan,” Nadya said. “I’m not sure that I love him though.”
Tamara began to brush her daughter’s hair with a bit more force.
“Oh child, when will you learn that love isn’t that important,” Tamara said. “Stature, and preserving your family’s position, is. Your father isn’t in the best of health,” Tamara went on to say. “And when he is gone, which will be sooner than later, your position in society will depend on men like Ivan. I would start thinking about your future if I were you.”
“Mother,” Nadya said, “I have a future.”
“Which nearly killed you,” Tamara countered. “You have been blessed with beauty,” Tamara added as she traced her fingers down the left side of Nadya’s body.
Tamara smiled at the sight of Goosebumps on her daughter’s skin.
“I love my profession,” Nadya countered. “I will carry on the Chekov name in the exploration of space.”
“Then you will die a lonely old woman,” Tamara said as she stepped back from her daughter. “At least hear what Ivan has to say.”
Nadya nodded as turned and lifted the dress off the bed. Her mother helped her in the process. And as Nadya reached for the undergarments, Tamara stopped her.
“Don’t wear these tonight,” Tamara said with a fiendish look in her eyes. “Ivan would appreciate it I am sure.”
Not wanting to cause more tension with her mother, Nadya did as her mother asked. Maybe her mother was right, Nadya thought. Maybe a life with Ivan was where her future would lead her.
Only time would tell.
--
On the red planet of Mars;
Khan was the only one left. The rest of his followers having all been killed by Gary Mitchell, or, as Khan concluded, what ever Gary Mitchell had become.
Khan had been able to repair most of the computer databases that had been brought along with them when they had first come to Mars over a year earlier. He sat at one of the computer stations and accessed the database to find out any information he could about his former XO. According to what he had read, Gary had lived an ordinary life until he was ten years old. It was around that age when a most unfortunate event changed Gary’s life.
Gary Mitchell’s parents were both killed by a freakish tornado. The storm was undetected by the weather satellites. The Tornado just appeared out of nowhere, on a windless summer day, and struck Gary’s childhood home. And just as swiftly as it had appeared, the tornado just spiraled away up into the sky, or so that was what the reports indicated.
“Very interesting,” Khan said to himself. “But no matter,” Khan added as Gary Mitchell’s face appeared on the computer screen. “There will come another time; Captain Gary Mitchell.” Khan said with a fiendish smile.
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Different Lives
The USS Lexington, under the command of Rachel Garrett, was in station keeping. The ship’s first mission was to catalog the larger remnants of the Clark/Dennison asteroid that the Enterprise had successfully dealt with nearly a year previously. Most of the debris field had stayed in the same new altered orbital course around the sun. The Lexington was at station keeping as the main debris cloud approached, preparing for the first research aspect of intervention.
All though Clark/Dennison was no longer a threat, large fragments still remained as possible threats to the Earth and/or future space craft, or even future colony cities on Mars. The Lexington had been tasked with cataloging all remnants that posed threats. According to the latest data, there were 2164 fragments that posed possible threats, though in each case it was far in the future.
Captain Garret let the mission specialist, Geologist Doctor Darnell Merriweather call all the shots while launching the “tags” that were placed on each remnant. Now that he was responsible for blowing it up he was now tasked with finding quick and efficient ways to deal with the issue. The first part of his plan was the tags.
The tags were tiny devices that the Lexington, while using modified phaser platforms, fired at the various asteroid remnants. The tags would monitor each remnant, and in time, would be used to help target mines to help obliterate them once the debris was past the orbit of Jupiter which it would be seventeen months in the future.
“Doctor Merriweather,” Garret said from her command seat as he stood next to her sipping on a cup of coffee, “this is amazing technology.”
“Thank you Captain Garret,” Merriweather replied. “The satellite we launched yesterday will relay all the data from the tags back to Starfleet’s science facilities at Newport Rhode Island. From there we will start the procedure of constructing and programming the mines.”
“Then, when it comes time to lay those mines out, I’m sure we’ll be seeing you again.” Garret said with a smile.
“I hope so,” Merriweather said. “However, staying on time, and on budget, will be our only hurdles.”
“I’m sure you’re doo just fine.” Garret said with confidence.
Garrett sat back and watched Merriweather order her Navigator, who also ran the weapons platform, to fire a new batch of Tags at several asteroid remnants.
--
Live orchestra music could be heard coming from a large mansion that over looked the beautiful city of Moscow. Many of the Russian elite had come to this very special event thrown in honor of one of their own; Nadya Chekov. Stories of her successes while board the Enterprise, and later her near death on Mars, had made her the stuff of legend. So nearly three hundred guests had come to wine and dine, and dance, all in tribute of Nadya.
Nadya could hear the music below. She had yet to come down to enjoy the festivities. Her very elegant dress was still spread across her bed, waiting for her to put on. But she wasn’t ready; not just.
She stared at her naked body as she stood before a full length mirror. She had many strange memories from what happened on Mars. Though, to be sure, she could not tell if many of the images in her mind were memories or dreams. It was hard to tell. And as she brushed her hair, in the mirror she felt she was looking at a stranger. She closed her eyes and saw the memory of Khan placing the creature into Terrell’s ear. Nadya remembered being dragged over to the table and Khan preparing to do the same to her. Suddenly the memory changed.
She could see her self, as a young girl, dancing with other young girls in the middle of a large room. All the girls were in leotards, and the room was surrounded by mirrors that allowed them to watch themselves as they danced, while being tutored how to dance by their ballerina trainer. It was every young girl’s dream at that age to be a ballerina. But Nadya’s father, Mikiel Chekov, had been a successful cosmonaut through-out Nadya’s childhood. And she loved her father very much, and always got along with him more than she ever did with her mother. She was her father’s pride and joy.
In the years to come he would inspire even more to follow in his footsteps, which she did. It was known that her mother, Tamara, didn’t approve, but there was nothing she could do about it. Mikiel was a national hero and would often take his daughter with him to special functions and in time Nadya became a child star. She literally grew up in front of the whole country.
Nadya was brought out of her memories as her mother came in. Her mother was very beautiful, and very elegant. She came over to where Nadya was brushing her hair.
“Let me do this for you,” Tamara said.
Nadya handed her the brush, and then turned back toward the mirror. Her mom stood behind her and slowly brought the brush through Nadya’s hair. Both women were silent.
“Ivan is her tonight,” Tamara said. “He wants to see you.”
Nadya nodded. She had known Ivan since they were in grade school. It was evident to her that the two of them were being groomed to marry from the time she was ten years old. The families would share their vacations together. And as Nadya and Ivan entered puberty their parents encouraged them to date in high-school, and so they did. She lost her virginity to Ivan after one of the school dances. And even up to now, that one time with Ivan had been the only time she had made love to a man.
As her mother brushed her hair, Nadya closed her eyes. She was taken back to when Khan was holding her head down, preparing to put one of the creatures into her body. That is the point where her memories became clouded. She remembered the pain, and blood, as Khan dropped the creature into her ear. Then she remembered seeing the door to the building fly open;, and seeing Gary Mitchell, looking as if he had been consumed by pure evil, standing in the doorway. And as she looked at Gary’s memory, she became aroused.
She opened her eyes. Tamara was smiling at her reflection.
“Where were you just now?” Tamara asked.
“No where special,” Nadya said. “I was just thinking about old times.”
Tamara admired her daughter’s beautiful naked body in the mirror. And as only another woman could, she could also see that Nadya had been aroused by what ever she was thinking about. Tamara assumed that it was Ivan she held deep in her thoughts.
“You would make Ivan a very happy man,” Tamara said. “I have it on good authority that he will propose to you tonight. I think you should accept. His father is very well respected, and marrying into that family would do wonders for you, and the rest of our family.”
The younger woman smiled. “I like Ivan,” Nadya said. “I’m not sure that I love him though.”
Tamara began to brush her daughter’s hair with a bit more force.
“Oh child, when will you learn that love isn’t that important,” Tamara said. “Stature, and preserving your family’s position, is. Your father isn’t in the best of health,” Tamara went on to say. “And when he is gone, which will be sooner than later, your position in society will depend on men like Ivan. I would start thinking about your future if I were you.”
“Mother,” Nadya said, “I have a future.”
“Which nearly killed you,” Tamara countered. “You have been blessed with beauty,” Tamara added as she traced her fingers down the left side of Nadya’s body.
Tamara smiled at the sight of Goosebumps on her daughter’s skin.
“I love my profession,” Nadya countered. “I will carry on the Chekov name in the exploration of space.”
“Then you will die a lonely old woman,” Tamara said as she stepped back from her daughter. “At least hear what Ivan has to say.”
Nadya nodded as turned and lifted the dress off the bed. Her mother helped her in the process. And as Nadya reached for the undergarments, Tamara stopped her.
“Don’t wear these tonight,” Tamara said with a fiendish look in her eyes. “Ivan would appreciate it I am sure.”
Not wanting to cause more tension with her mother, Nadya did as her mother asked. Maybe her mother was right, Nadya thought. Maybe a life with Ivan was where her future would lead her.
Only time would tell.
--
On the red planet of Mars;
Khan was the only one left. The rest of his followers having all been killed by Gary Mitchell, or, as Khan concluded, what ever Gary Mitchell had become.
Khan had been able to repair most of the computer databases that had been brought along with them when they had first come to Mars over a year earlier. He sat at one of the computer stations and accessed the database to find out any information he could about his former XO. According to what he had read, Gary had lived an ordinary life until he was ten years old. It was around that age when a most unfortunate event changed Gary’s life.
Gary Mitchell’s parents were both killed by a freakish tornado. The storm was undetected by the weather satellites. The Tornado just appeared out of nowhere, on a windless summer day, and struck Gary’s childhood home. And just as swiftly as it had appeared, the tornado just spiraled away up into the sky, or so that was what the reports indicated.
“Very interesting,” Khan said to himself. “But no matter,” Khan added as Gary Mitchell’s face appeared on the computer screen. “There will come another time; Captain Gary Mitchell.” Khan said with a fiendish smile.
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scorpio's STAR TREK; PHASE ONE
GARY
The festivities at the large Chekov mansion had finally kicked into gear as Nadya made her grand entrance down the spiral stairway. The live music started to play various waltzes as the guests danced.
Gary watched from afar while standing next to Nadya’s father. He was a famous Cosmonaut and came from a very wealthy family as well. And it was he who had invited Gary Mitchell.
“Your daughter is quite stunning, Mikiel.” Gary said as he sipped from a glass of Champaign.
Gary had met Mikiel Chekov a few times in the past at gatherings of present and past space goers. Gary never had the chance to meet Nadya before until meeting her at the United States Agency training facility in England.
Mikiel Chekov was a very down to earth individual. His years as a celebrated Cosmonaut meant that he was very much a celerbity in his own right.
“I trust your Colonel Pike is aware that you are here?” Mikiel asked. “From what I remember, Christopher was quite strict in terms knowing where his men were.”
Gary nodded, “Yes he knows I’m here.” Gary said with a smile. “I had to sign a form promising that I would drink only so much, and that I also had to keep and eye on your daughter. You can call me an overpriced designated driver.”
“Aye,” Mikiel, “But I suppose keeping an eye on my daughter comes easy to you.”
Gary nodded. “Your daughter is very beautiful, Mikiel. So is your wife,” Gary added, “I think we know where your daughter gets her looks.” Gary added with a smile.
“Incase you are wondering,” Mikiel said as they both watched Nadya and Ivan share a waltz. “That man my daughter is dancing with, Ivan Solovyov, means nothing to her.”
“You could have fooled me,” Gary said as he enjoyed a pastry with caviar. “By the way, this caviar is great.”
“Only the finest for my daughter’s coming home celebration,” Mikiel said. “But I assure you, that although she has known Ivan since she was a child, they never grew that close. It’s not as if my wife, Tamara, hasn’t tried to get them to fall in love over the years; it just never happened.”
“And why is that?” Gary asked as he observed the large cache of guests, most of whom made a point of acknowledging Mikiel as they passed by.
“My wife is a survivor, and a fighter.” Mikiel said. “At the time I met her, I was a very single man; if you know what I mean. I had my pick of the litter, you might say.”
“Its funny how being a celebrity astronaut, or cosmonaut, has that effect on women.” Gary said with a very knowing smile.
“No truer words have been spoken.” Mikiel said with a wink as he too sipped on Champaign. “But as my health has begun to show the signs of wear and tear from being a cosmonaut, my wife is trying her hardest to find our daughter a family to marry into.”
“So I take it Ivan is wealthy.” Gary concluded.
“Very,” Mikiel replied. “But trust me when I tell you this, my daughter has no need to marry into a family to man she doesn’t love. I have taken great care to make sure that she is well taken care of when my time on Earth comes to an end.”
“They do look stunning together,” Gary said as he continued to watch Nadya and Ivan dance from afar.
“Mr. Mitchell,” Mikiel said softly, “my wife and daughter have never seen eye to eye on how Nadya should live her life. To Nadya, all of this,” Mikiel said in reference to the wealth and mansion, “means nothing. The only reason I am as wealthy as I am is due to my family. I inherited my stature, as will Nadya. But thankfully, like me, it is not what drives her. It does drive my wife.”
“What does this have to do with me?” Gary asked.
“My daughter likes you. I like you. You are a normal person who does not put this,” again he motioned to the mansion around them, “ahead of this.” He placed his hand on his own heart. “My wife, the cold bitch that she is, will try to corrupt any children Nadya has. I can not allow that. I believe that a man like you could stand up to my wife.”
Oh you have no idea, Gary thought to him self.
“Mikiel; Are you asking me to propose to your daughter?” Gary asked.
“Consider it at least.” Mikiel said. “Trust me when I tell that my wife over there,” he directed Gary’s attention to Tamara who was clear across the ballroom, “has had this same conversation with Ivan. But I happen to know from very credible sources that Ivan likes men more than he does women. My wife has been trying to convert the poor chap his entire life. She has taken him to her bed on more than one occasion; I have it all on tape, of course. But, no matter, the man doesn’t love my daughter. He just wants to align his name with my family name. He is more like my wife than my daughter or my son Pavel.”
“Do you even love your wife?” Gary asked with a smile.
Mikiel spoke softly, knowing the sensitive nature of the conversation. The directness, and cocky talk of two men like he and Gary, was natural and, in its own way, built mutual respect.
“I married Tamara for the sex, dear friend. And now I am paying the price for it. You would do well to remember that love is more important than anything.” Mikiel insisted.
Gary wanted to tell Mikiel that his daughter had a creature living inside her. A creature that would adapt to her feelings and desires over time, while slowly infusing her with its own desires and instincts. He wanted to tell Mikiel that if Nadya didn’t love Ivan, more than likely the creature would cause her to kill him.
As Gary watched Nadya in all of her beauty, as Mikiel drifted over to other guests, he could feel his own desire growing for Nadya. With the wink of an eye he could destroy the creature inside of Nadya; but he didn’t. The curious, dark part of his soul, wanted to see how the Russian family’s soap-opera would play out with a daughter who, more or less, might become a flesh eating vampire. Ivan could find him self in a pool of blood; Gary liked that possibility very much for Ivan.
Gary looked at his watch. He thought for a moment. He had flown to Moscow Russia, which was a three hour flight from San Francisco, and had only arrived an hour before coming to the mansion. The news about the abduction of Little David, Carol’s and James’s son was very troubling. James wanted to keep the situation quiet, fearing reprisals against the child if news of the abduction became known. Gary agreed. James vowed to quietly find who ever had taken the baby, and make them face justice. Gary wanted to find who had taken the child and not only kill who it was, but kill any children they had as well.
Gary’s return flight to San Francisco was not for another hour. And he was instructed by Colonel Pike to be sure Chekov returned with him, due to the new training schedule. But Gary was her Captain now, and could disregard the Colonel’s wishes, and allow her to stay longer. As he wondered whether or not to bring Nadya back with him, his growing ability to read other people’s thoughts was gnawing at him as well.
It was very easy to read Ivan’s thoughts. Although Ivan was dancing with Nadya, Ivan’s aroused thoughts were aimed at the male friend who had come with him to the mansion. Mikiel was right; Ivan liked men. There was nothing wrong with that, Gary agreed. But it proved Mikiel’s belief that the arranged marriage his wife was hoping for between Nadya and Ivan was indeed for stature; not for love. But Gary could also sense the growing hatred inside of Nadya. No doubt it was being augmented by the creature inside of her. Gary knew where it was headed; Ivan’s death unless Gary put a stop to it. Gary set his glass down and went over to Mikiel.
“Mikiel,” Gary said to Mikiel Chekov, who was standing with other guests, “I must take my leave of you.” Gary said, trying to sound proper. “I will take what you said to heart.”
“That is all I ask.” Mikiel said with a warm, fatherly smile. “You tell your Colonel Pike that he still owes me a dinner in the fine city of New York, and that I intend to collect on that debt the next time I am in Amerika.”
Gary left and headed out of the main entrance. Maybe he should have told Mikiel that his daughter would no doubt kill Ivan on this night. Maybe he should have taken Nadya, as he was ordered to do, back with him to San Francisco to spare her possible entanglement with the law. Gary smiled a fiendish smile as he sat down in a taxicab that pulled up to where he stood on the curb.
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NEXT TIME--James T Kirk and Gary Mitchell begin their search for Baby David. But unknown to Kirk, his friend Gary's form of justice is not what it appears to be. Also; Nadya Chekov kills!
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UNITED SPACE AGENCY; Starfleet Command.
Archer Island; off the coast of Miami Florida
Archer Island, the massive artificial island that the United Space Agency was stationed on off the coast of Daytona Beach Florida, was indeed an engineering fete of an unparalleled scope. The island’s tall buildings could be seen from the beeches along the Florida coast. Seeing the massive skyscrapers on the island, as the early morning fog broke, sometimes gave a strange haunting look to the island.
With the threat of hurricanes now diminished, thanks to weather controlling advances in the past two decades, the building of constructs on the ocean surface large enough to hold cities would help the growing population issues that were becoming more a burden as each year passed. A large part of the world’s population was against the artificial islands, seeing them as yet another example of man ruining the ecology of the world in the short-sighted attempt to ease population concerns.
James Kirk and Gary Mitchell stepped out of the leer-jet which had just landed at the massive island airport. It was obvious to Kirk that Gary was somewhat exhausted, due to the fact he hadn’t said much during the flight.
“I guess you’re enjoying your new jet-setting life style?” James asked with a smile as they walked through the boarding ramp.
“You’re telling me,” Gary replied. “Last night Moscow, this morning San Francisco, and now Florida.” Gary said as he rubbed his eyes. “But its okay James,” Gary said, “I’m going to help you find your son. That’s what friends are for.”
“Thank Gary,” James said. “I appreciate, I really do.”
Gary nodded. What James Kirk didn’t know was that if and when they found the person who kidnapped Baby David, Gary would kill them in the most horrific way imaginable. (WHEW, READER..I’D HATE TO BE GARAK!)
Sometime later, James Kirk and Gary Mitchell had arrived at Colonel Pike’s office the main United Space Agency building on the island. They came there under the guise of an ordinary briefing; in fact it wasn’t. James had made secret contact with the Colonel via a seldom used cellphone number the Colonel only used for covert needs. Only a select few knew of the phone number. In fact, not even Pike’s wife and daughter knew of it; but James Kirk did.
Upon entering the Colonel’s office they sat down in the chairs on the other side of the desk from where Pike sat. There were several printed reports arrayed on his desk. Even in the mid 21st century, paper reports were still being manifested daily. It was clear that some things the military had done would never change despite what ever attempts technology made.
“What is it you two boys found so important to contact me on my uber-private line like that?” Pike asked as he lit up a cigar. “You know that line is only intended for emergencies.”
“Colonel,” Kirk began with out even so much as a beat. “Someone has kidnapped my son, David.”
Pike froze at the words.
“How is that possible?” Pike asked. “Only the three of us, and Doctor Crusher, even know the child is yours.”
“For all we know Colonel,” Gary added, “it maybe someone from Carol’s past who is behind this.”
“But,” Kirk added, “The more likely scenario is that it has something to do with my past. As to what purpose someone would want to use the kidnapping of my child against me, I don't know. But who ever took David told Carol to keep it secret, or David would be killed.”
Pike didn’t respond. He motioned to the large screen T.V mounted on the wall.
“I think you should both see this.” Pike finally said. “What I’m about to show you Jim,” Pike added, “Is potentially very damaging to you; to all of us in fact. I received this video about two months into your Martian mission. I have kept it secret for this long for what will be obvious reasons. But I must say, that whoever sent me what I am about to show you has kept it secret as well.”
A recorded image started to play. It was obviously filmed footage shot inside of the men’s gym on the other side of the island from where Pike’s office was at the massive training facility. On the monitor a young female can be seen, totally naked, approaching a man standing by his locker. There is no audio. The two eventually go inside of one of the stalls where another video camera records their more intimate moments.
As James watched the tape, he knew exactly when and where it was filmed because he was the mad on the tape. And he was with Pike’s daughter. The video ended.
“I’m so sorry Colonel.” James said softly.
“Ummm Colonel,” Gary said to Pike, “Do you want me to hold James down while you kick his ass?”
Pike shook his head. “Shut up Mitchell,” Pike said sharply. Then he turned to James. “Jesus Christ,” Pike said, “I can’t totally blame you Kirk. I was practically throwing her at you the past couple years. I bare some responsibility for you two being together.”
“How did you get this tape?” Gary asked.
“Someone had gone in and cut this material out of the security tapes,” Pike said. “Intel and Starfleet have both known for quite sometime about the missing footage, but no one could ever find it; until it ended up in my lap all those months ago.”
James Kirk had remained silent.
“It’s okay James,” the Colonel repeated. “I mean, it isn’t okay, but its okay.”
“How did you get the tape?” James asked. “Does Christine know about it you having it?”
“Yes she knows I have it,” Pike admitted. “But I have since sent her to Italy, under heavy security, to finish her college career there. Now as to who sent it? I do not exactly know. When I confronted my daughter she told me that she met with the man who blackmailed her. He made her give him access to personal files of the crew of the Enterprise.”
“Why?” Gary asked.
“I don’t know.” Pike said as he lit up a cigar. “So far the damage has been contained; until now.”
“Colonel; Carol didn’t inform me she was pregnant until after that footage of your daughter and I was made. How long did this outside entity have access to our files?” Kirk asked.
“We don’t know. The person who blackmailed her revealed very little about who he was and who he worked for. She told me that his name was Tom Garak. I have…”
Kirk stopped Pike.
“The man who came to Carol’s house and took my son was named,” Kirk said with a pause, “Tom Garak.” Kirk said with silent anger.
“Are you sure of this?” Pike countered.
“He is,” Gary said for Kirk. “I heard Carol’s account as to what happened as well. Tom Garak was definitely this asshole’s name.” Gary said, barely able to contain the anger inside of him.
Suddenly one of the lines on Colonel Pike’s phone started to blink. He pressed the button and answered the phone.
“What is it?” He asked the caller. He listened to the person on the other end. It was his secretary Pam. Pike covered the phone with his hand, and looked to Kirk and Gary. “Someone by the name of Tom Garak is on the line. Pam is going to transfer the call.”
Pike hung the phone up and pressed another button.
“This is Colonel Pike; and who might I be speaking with?”
“My name is Tom Garak,” a voice responded. “I believe we have a great deal to discuss.”
“Where’s my son!” Kirk yelled at the phone’s outer microphone.
There was a slight pause and then Kirk and the others could hear a baby playing in the background noise.
“Captain Kirk; Your child is doing fine; for now.” Garak finally replied.
“When I find you I’m…” Kirk said before being cut off by Pike.
Kirk sat back in his chair. Gary patted him on the shoulder and gave him a confident smile.
“What is it you want?” Pike finally came back with. “Why all this back door effort? Kidnapping the child, the security tape footage?”
“Trust me Colonel Pike,” Garak said, “I don’t relish that aspect of my job. But it is what it is, and right now I have a job to perform.”
--
Moscow; Russia;
Nadya Chekov opened her eyes. She had lost track of all time, and her memory was murky. She had no idea where she was as the fog of sleep began to wear off. Then her vision began to focus. She was in a room, most likely a hotel room.
She was naked under the blankets lying on a large bed. And to her astonishment; she was sharing the bed with two other people.
Next to Nadya, to her right and in the middle of the bed, was Ivan, naked as well, but above the blankets. Next to Ivan was another man, nude as well. But more importantly, both the men were dead; their necks having been slashed. Pools of blood had collected on their necks and to the side of their bodies where the blood had drained.
And as she clinched her fist, Nadya realized she was holding something in her left hand. She pulled her arm out from the warmth of the blankets and was mortified at what she saw in her grasp; a bloodied knife.
Continued….
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Scorpio's STAR TREK--GARAK
The mysterious Tom Garak, who had arranged the kidnapping of David Marcus and had obtained the very scandalous footage of Captain Kirk engaged in sexual acts with Colonel Pike’s daughter, was now on the phone line. Captain Pike hung the phone up and pressed another button. He looked over to Kirk and Gary Mitchell, who had also come along in support of his friend; James T Kirk. The caller was now on the speaker phone.
“This is Colonel Pike; and who might I be speaking with?” Pike asked the caller.
As Pike asked the question, he looked over to Kirk who was obviously shaken by the recent turn of events.
“My name is Tom Garak,” a voice responded. “I believe we have a great deal to discuss.”
Before Pike could respond, Kirk leaned forward in his chair, and spoke.
“Where’s my son you son of a bitch!!” Kirk yelled at the phone’s outer microphone.
There was a slight pause and then Kirk and the others could hear a baby playing in the background noise.
“Captain Kirk; Your child is doing fine; for now.” Garak finally replied. The implied threat was definitely there.
There was nothing Kirk or anyone could do at this moment. Gary Mitchell could only listen in silence as well. But he was already considering different ways he would take Garak’s life, and the life of anyone else who was involved.
“When I find you I’m…” Kirk said before being cut off by Pike.
Kirk sat back in his chair. Gary patted him on the shoulder and gave him a confident smile.
“What is it you want?” Pike finally came back with. “Why all this back door effort? Kidnapping the child, the security tape footage?”
“Trust me Colonel Pike,” Garak said, “I don’t relish that aspect of my job. But it is what it is, and right now I have a job to perform. We’re all professionals here, so lets just remember that, and this time will pass smoothly.”
“And what would that job be?” Pike asked.
“First, let me make a simple statement of fact,” Garak said. “I have contacts who are right now watching all of your every movements; that is how I knew Captain Kirk and Captain Mitchell were in your office.” Garak said to Pike.
“Alright,” Pike said, “let us assume you have us right where you want us. So what do you want?” Pike asked again.
“You have a device on the Enterprise called the Spock unit.” Garak said. “I want you to deliver to me the exact matrix that the programming is based on. I want it delivered to me with in 24 hours, at which time the child will be set free.”
“Starfleet doesn’t own the matrix, Doctor Daystrom does.” Pike replied.
“I happen to know,” Garak said, “that the matrix was delivered to Starfleet, built to perfect specs. But I happen to know that Doctor Daystrom made unique alterations to the matrix during the first mission. I want the altered matrix.”
Pike had no idea what Garak was talking about and looked to Kirk. Kirk nodded in acknowledgement of what Garak said. Pike cut the communication.
“What is he talking about?” Pike asked.
Kirk looked to Gary, then back to Pike.
“As we approached the Clark/Dennison asteroid,” Kirk began to say, “I started to sense that there was more to Spock’s programming than simple A.I. responses and data exchange.” Kirk said. “It almost acts as if it is alive.”
“Isn’t that what A.I. is supposed to do?” Gary asked.
“I thought so, But Spock…” Kirk began to say before Pike resumed talking with Garak.
“So,” Pike said to the phone, “you want us to deliver the Spock unit to you, since it is the only one with the unique attributes you seek.”
“Correct,” Garak said. “I knew doing business with you would be a breeze.”
As Gary listened to the conversation, he stayed quiet. Nearly in a trance state, the images of Pike and Kirk dimmed, and with his eyes still opened, he could see through the eyes of Nadya Chekov.
Last night he had seen through her eyes as well. He watched from her perspective as she made love to the two men in the bed with her; Ivan and his male lover. Then Gary watched, as the two men slept, Nadya slid the knife across their necks killing them; First Ivan, and then Petar. Though, to be honest, Gary knew that she didn’t do the act, the creature that Khan had put inside of her did the act, controlling Nadya’s body in the process. And while the act of murder was committed, Gary could have stopped it; but he didn’t. He was transfixed at the sight of death. He found himself drawn to it.
Now, as Pike and Kirk listened to Garak, Gary watched through Nadya’s eyes as she snuck out the back door of the small motel near Moscow and made her way through a dense growth of trees. He came out of his vision to listen to Pike, Kirk and Garak.
“That Spock unit,” Pike told Garak, “cost Starfleet Command over seven billion dollars. They’re not going to let us swap it for a child, even if that child was the President’s own kid.”
“Somehow I think you can cut through the red tape,” Garak said. “I’m sure the hero of the world is due some kind of reward. Oh and by the way, Captain Kirk, congratulations on your successes. Yours was truly a historic mission.”
“Just give me back my son,” Kirk said. “If any harm comes to him I will hunt you down and kill you.”
“I’m sure you would,” Garak replied in a warm way. “But I doubt you will ever find me. Besides, I don’t want to be considered the villain. I am actually just a middleman.”
Gary thought for a moment as he listened. He had tried to probe Carol Marcus’s mind when he and Kirk had seen her the day before, trying to get any impressions of Garak she may have had.
However, he wasn’t able to dig too deep in Carol’s mind with out risking injury to her, and raising suspicions from James. Yet there was one other person who had seen Tom Garak; Christine Pike. As Kirk and Pike listened further to Garak, Gary used his PADD to secretly book a flight to Italy. Did it bother him that he would have to kill the young girl to possibly get what he needed to find Garak? No not at all.
“You have one day to make this work; gentlemen,” Garak said. “I will call you back tomorrow at this same time to see how you have progressed. Trust me when I say that your son’s life, Captain Kirk, hangs in the balance.”
The connection was ended.
“What do we do now?” Kirk asked with quiet voice. “There has to be something we can do.”
“We’ll find away out of this,” Pike said to Kirk, to reassure him. Though Pike wasn’t exactly sure what could be done.
Moments later Kirk and Pike headed off to discuss the matter with security. Gary told James he would catch up with him tomorrow, due to his being tired from all of the travel. Kirk thanked and excused his friend.
Gary got into a cab and headed back to the airport. His flight to Italy would be taking off in two hours. Gary soon arrived at the airport, had a quick bite at the food court, and boarded the plane.
The flight took off on time. And as Gary stared out at the Atlantic below, his PADD began to beep. He was receiving a communication, and it was scrambled. Gary wondered who it was who was trying to contact him. He became very interested the moment the face of the caller came on the screen; it was the unsmiling face of Khan Noonian Singh.
Continued…
The mysterious Tom Garak, who had arranged the kidnapping of David Marcus and had obtained the very scandalous footage of Captain Kirk engaged in sexual acts with Colonel Pike’s daughter, was now on the phone line. Captain Pike hung the phone up and pressed another button. He looked over to Kirk and Gary Mitchell, who had also come along in support of his friend; James T Kirk. The caller was now on the speaker phone.
“This is Colonel Pike; and who might I be speaking with?” Pike asked the caller.
As Pike asked the question, he looked over to Kirk who was obviously shaken by the recent turn of events.
“My name is Tom Garak,” a voice responded. “I believe we have a great deal to discuss.”
Before Pike could respond, Kirk leaned forward in his chair, and spoke.
“Where’s my son you son of a bitch!!” Kirk yelled at the phone’s outer microphone.
There was a slight pause and then Kirk and the others could hear a baby playing in the background noise.
“Captain Kirk; Your child is doing fine; for now.” Garak finally replied. The implied threat was definitely there.
There was nothing Kirk or anyone could do at this moment. Gary Mitchell could only listen in silence as well. But he was already considering different ways he would take Garak’s life, and the life of anyone else who was involved.
“When I find you I’m…” Kirk said before being cut off by Pike.
Kirk sat back in his chair. Gary patted him on the shoulder and gave him a confident smile.
“What is it you want?” Pike finally came back with. “Why all this back door effort? Kidnapping the child, the security tape footage?”
“Trust me Colonel Pike,” Garak said, “I don’t relish that aspect of my job. But it is what it is, and right now I have a job to perform. We’re all professionals here, so lets just remember that, and this time will pass smoothly.”
“And what would that job be?” Pike asked.
“First, let me make a simple statement of fact,” Garak said. “I have contacts who are right now watching all of your every movements; that is how I knew Captain Kirk and Captain Mitchell were in your office.” Garak said to Pike.
“Alright,” Pike said, “let us assume you have us right where you want us. So what do you want?” Pike asked again.
“You have a device on the Enterprise called the Spock unit.” Garak said. “I want you to deliver to me the exact matrix that the programming is based on. I want it delivered to me with in 24 hours, at which time the child will be set free.”
“Starfleet doesn’t own the matrix, Doctor Daystrom does.” Pike replied.
“I happen to know,” Garak said, “that the matrix was delivered to Starfleet, built to perfect specs. But I happen to know that Doctor Daystrom made unique alterations to the matrix during the first mission. I want the altered matrix.”
Pike had no idea what Garak was talking about and looked to Kirk. Kirk nodded in acknowledgement of what Garak said. Pike cut the communication.
“What is he talking about?” Pike asked.
Kirk looked to Gary, then back to Pike.
“As we approached the Clark/Dennison asteroid,” Kirk began to say, “I started to sense that there was more to Spock’s programming than simple A.I. responses and data exchange.” Kirk said. “It almost acts as if it is alive.”
“Isn’t that what A.I. is supposed to do?” Gary asked.
“I thought so, But Spock…” Kirk began to say before Pike resumed talking with Garak.
“So,” Pike said to the phone, “you want us to deliver the Spock unit to you, since it is the only one with the unique attributes you seek.”
“Correct,” Garak said. “I knew doing business with you would be a breeze.”
As Gary listened to the conversation, he stayed quiet. Nearly in a trance state, the images of Pike and Kirk dimmed, and with his eyes still opened, he could see through the eyes of Nadya Chekov.
Last night he had seen through her eyes as well. He watched from her perspective as she made love to the two men in the bed with her; Ivan and his male lover. Then Gary watched, as the two men slept, Nadya slid the knife across their necks killing them; First Ivan, and then Petar. Though, to be honest, Gary knew that she didn’t do the act, the creature that Khan had put inside of her did the act, controlling Nadya’s body in the process. And while the act of murder was committed, Gary could have stopped it; but he didn’t. He was transfixed at the sight of death. He found himself drawn to it.
Now, as Pike and Kirk listened to Garak, Gary watched through Nadya’s eyes as she snuck out the back door of the small motel near Moscow and made her way through a dense growth of trees. He came out of his vision to listen to Pike, Kirk and Garak.
“That Spock unit,” Pike told Garak, “cost Starfleet Command over seven billion dollars. They’re not going to let us swap it for a child, even if that child was the President’s own kid.”
“Somehow I think you can cut through the red tape,” Garak said. “I’m sure the hero of the world is due some kind of reward. Oh and by the way, Captain Kirk, congratulations on your successes. Yours was truly a historic mission.”
“Just give me back my son,” Kirk said. “If any harm comes to him I will hunt you down and kill you.”
“I’m sure you would,” Garak replied in a warm way. “But I doubt you will ever find me. Besides, I don’t want to be considered the villain. I am actually just a middleman.”
Gary thought for a moment as he listened. He had tried to probe Carol Marcus’s mind when he and Kirk had seen her the day before, trying to get any impressions of Garak she may have had.
However, he wasn’t able to dig too deep in Carol’s mind with out risking injury to her, and raising suspicions from James. Yet there was one other person who had seen Tom Garak; Christine Pike. As Kirk and Pike listened further to Garak, Gary used his PADD to secretly book a flight to Italy. Did it bother him that he would have to kill the young girl to possibly get what he needed to find Garak? No not at all.
“You have one day to make this work; gentlemen,” Garak said. “I will call you back tomorrow at this same time to see how you have progressed. Trust me when I say that your son’s life, Captain Kirk, hangs in the balance.”
The connection was ended.
“What do we do now?” Kirk asked with quiet voice. “There has to be something we can do.”
“We’ll find away out of this,” Pike said to Kirk, to reassure him. Though Pike wasn’t exactly sure what could be done.
Moments later Kirk and Pike headed off to discuss the matter with security. Gary told James he would catch up with him tomorrow, due to his being tired from all of the travel. Kirk thanked and excused his friend.
Gary got into a cab and headed back to the airport. His flight to Italy would be taking off in two hours. Gary soon arrived at the airport, had a quick bite at the food court, and boarded the plane.
The flight took off on time. And as Gary stared out at the Atlantic below, his PADD began to beep. He was receiving a communication, and it was scrambled. Gary wondered who it was who was trying to contact him. He became very interested the moment the face of the caller came on the screen; it was the unsmiling face of Khan Noonian Singh.
Continued…
So I wonder what Khans calling about its not like he can do much stuck on Mars and all.
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Khan actually has some leverage he can use against Gary, which we will see in the next segment. Remember, Khan saw what Gary did when he rescued Chekov from Khan. Gary caused the heads of Khan's men to just fall off their shoulders..and Khan was believed killed in the blast as well. But by shielding Chekov, and himself, Gary also unwittingly shielded Khan.
So Khan knows there is something special about "gary". Will be interesting to see how Khan tries to use this leverage (though, i already know. But you know)
Rob
Hey I forgot to ask this ealier but are their any plans for a Picard appearance maybe commanding a USS Stargazer perhaps.
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Re: Scorpio's STAR TREK--GARAK
STAR TREK; PHASE ONE
Alignment of the Stars
The massive airliner, a C187G-Airbus, banked to the left slightly and headed across the Atlantic on a course for Rome Italy.
Gary Mitchell was sitting in his seat staring at the image on his Padd, and was startled to find out that Khan had survived the phaser attack upon the warehouse on Mars just as Gary had. Gary stood up and went to one of the many observation windows passengers could stand up and gaze out of. Luckily the flight was under booked and he was able to find privacy.
“So,” Gary, with a sarcastic smile, said to Khan, “like the preverbal cat you have again escaped death; remarkable. I see a movie deal in your future if you play your cards right.”
Khan nodded. “And I have you no doubt to thank for my latest fete.”
Gary feigned ignorance. “What do you mean? It’s a miracle any of us survived.”
Khan’s expression was cold and shallow. “Don’t insult my intelligence; Mitchell. I saw what you did to my men right before the shuttle fired on us. And I saw, for a brief instant, a shield of green energy surround you, Chekov, Terrell and my self. Somehow it would seem as if Starfleet is quite unaware of your new abilities, but I assure you; I am not.”
The evil inside of Gary wanted to kill Khan by snapping his neck. But the distance between them made that impossible; for now.
“Well then it looks like we both have something to tell the United Space Agency.” Gary countered back with. “I seriously doubt that anyone at the Space Agency, or Starfleet Command, knows that you’re still alive up on Mars.”
It was then that Khan finally smiled.
“Precisely,” Khan said. “We both have our own agendas and I agree to let us both follow our own paths; if that is acceptable to you.”
Gary nodded. “Alright, I’ll play it your way.” Gary said, though he still wanted to squeeze Khan’s ahead until it was smashed in.
“Very well then,” Khan said. “For now I am able to contact you on a subspace communication’s frequency that Starfleet is only now beginning to experiment with. Fortunately the people I once worked for already have the ability and gave it to me before I left Earth on the Enterprise all those months ago. However since I do not trust you, it will be the last time I shall ever speak with you in this manner.”
“Very honestly put,” Gary said. “Now what is it you want?”
“The people I once worked for; I want you to kill them.” Khan said.
“Now why would I want to do that?” Gary asked.
“Peripherally,” Khan said, “they are responsible for trying to destroy this colony and those of us from the first mission after our first incident with the Martian parasites.”
“Have you been infected?” Mitchell asked.
“No, I have not. But while we are on that topic; I do know that Chekov was infected because I did it. Yet I find it quite interesting that even as of last night, according to the Russian news reports which I still receive here up on Mars, she was the recipient of a party thrown in her honor in Moscow. I also note that you were there in her honor. I take it Starfleet does not know she is infected.”
Gary did not respond.
“Your silence betrays you, Mitchell.” Khan said with a smirk on his face. “However, that is not my concern. What I am interested in is the organization I once worked for. It is headed by the former United States Senator John Gill.”
Gary nodded. “John Gill,” Gary said, “I know of him. He’s some whack-job hardliner who thinks the U.N. is too soft and wants a more forceful world government.” Gary said.
“The same,” Khan continued. “He and his organization are actively trying to make themselves into an alternate power on Earth. They even have their own starship nearing completion which they intend to launch and to use to challenge the United Space Agency’s dominance in space. They use coercion of those whom they deem important in order to achieve their means. They will…”
Gary cut him off upon hearing the word coercion. “Does the name Tom Garak mean anything to you?”
Khan thought for a moment. “Yes it does. That is the name of one of Gill’s operatives. Why do you ask?”
“Do you have a picture of this man?” Gary asked.
Khan manipulated the controls on his consol and an instant later Garak’s image appeared on Mitchell’s screen.
“That is Tom Garak.” Khan said.
Gary looked at Garak. It was only matter of time now until Garak would be dead. Gary flipped the screen back so as to show Khan again.
“You said that Gill’s organization was only peripherally involved. What did you mean by that?” Gary asked.
“There is a very secretive government agency,” Khan said, “which actually took control of the satellite and made it fire on the colony. This secret agency was able to input secret command lines into most of the Unites Space Agency’s technology; including the satellites above Mars, and the Enterprise as well. What the aim of this agency is, I do not know. But I really don’t care. They tried to destroy a threat, the parasites, and I can actually accept that as a consequence. What I could not accept was Gill’s giving me up as a target to them. For that, Gill and his organization must be destroyed.”
“Alright,” Gary said. “How exactly do I do that?”
“There is an island off the coast of Australia,” Khan said as the image of the island appeared on Mitchell’s screen. “Destroy that island and you will destroy Gill and his organization. If you are as powerful as I think you are, you should be able to accomplish this.”
“And what do I get in exchange for doing this dirty deed for you?” Gary asked. “You could just call me back up and demand something else and then something else and so on. Why should I help you now?”
“I know for a fact Gill intends to destroy the credibility of Starfleet and the Space Agency by tearing down the world’s knew beloved hero; James T Kirk.”
Khan was right, that did anger Gary. Even though Gary was becoming something more than a mere human, he did have a strong loyalty to his best friend, Kirk.
“And the reason,” Khan continued, “I wont ‘call you back’ is because I believe your power will soon be able to swat me down as though I were a fly. My plan is to get as far from you as possible which brings me to the second item I want you to do.”
“Which is?” Gary asked.
“In the heart of the island lair is a ship, a space ship in fact. They call her the Botany Bay. And if you are as powerful as I think you are becoming, you should have no trouble saving the ship and sending it my way. From that point on we will go our own ways and you will never see me again, and you would have saved Kirk. I think that is a fair exchange.”
“Very well,” Gary said. “But I promise you this,” Gary added, “if we ever do meet again I will destroy you.”
Khan smiled. “Then I suggest we never meet again Gary Mitchell.”
--
USS LEXINGTON
The mission to catalog the remnants of the Clark/Dennison asteroid, which had been successfully destroyed by the Enterprise a year earlier, was completed. Although most of the debris from the asteroid had now become tiny fragments, there were still some that posed future threats to Earth. In fact one of the smaller debris clouds, already cataloged by the Lexington several months earlier, was actually near Earth. This smaller cloud was from the part of the asteroid that was struck by the blasts, and had its course drastically altered, and relatively slowed in comparison with the other debris clouds from the blast.
Geologist Darnell Merriweather, the specialist heading the mission, was awaken from his sleep by a hail from the Lexington’s Captain; Rachel Garret.
“Mr. Merriweather, can you please report to the bridge?” her voice asked from the com unit.
“I’m on my way,” Merriweather said as he rubbed his eyes and got dressed.
Moments later Merriweather entered the bridge and came over to the science station.
“What is it?” Merriweather asked.
“Take a look.” Garret said pointing at the screen.
The space map on the main screen showed the debris cloud near Earth. It was currently four million miles from Earth and had been determined not to pose any threat. As Merriweather looked at a tactical image of the smaller debris cloud he could see a stray fragment heading towards Earth as it was being tacked by the Lexington’s sensors.
“You see what I see?” Captain Garret asked.
“How is that possible?” Merriweather asked. “There is no reason why that fragment should be heading towards Earth.”
“That was exactly what I was going to ask you.” Garret said. “I thought your devices would tell us of any possible course change. But exactly two hours ago that fragment not only strayed from the debris cloud; it is gaining speed.”
“That is not possible,” Merriweather replied. “That is just not possible.”
--
PLANET ROMULAS
The Praetor took in what had been said to him just moments before.
“So,” The Praetor said, “our brothers have finally grown of age; perfect. Perhaps our return home is drawing closer than we thought.”
--
Continued…
STAR TREK; PHASE ONE
Alignment of the Stars
The massive airliner, a C187G-Airbus, banked to the left slightly and headed across the Atlantic on a course for Rome Italy.
Gary Mitchell was sitting in his seat staring at the image on his Padd, and was startled to find out that Khan had survived the phaser attack upon the warehouse on Mars just as Gary had. Gary stood up and went to one of the many observation windows passengers could stand up and gaze out of. Luckily the flight was under booked and he was able to find privacy.
“So,” Gary, with a sarcastic smile, said to Khan, “like the preverbal cat you have again escaped death; remarkable. I see a movie deal in your future if you play your cards right.”
Khan nodded. “And I have you no doubt to thank for my latest fete.”
Gary feigned ignorance. “What do you mean? It’s a miracle any of us survived.”
Khan’s expression was cold and shallow. “Don’t insult my intelligence; Mitchell. I saw what you did to my men right before the shuttle fired on us. And I saw, for a brief instant, a shield of green energy surround you, Chekov, Terrell and my self. Somehow it would seem as if Starfleet is quite unaware of your new abilities, but I assure you; I am not.”
The evil inside of Gary wanted to kill Khan by snapping his neck. But the distance between them made that impossible; for now.
“Well then it looks like we both have something to tell the United Space Agency.” Gary countered back with. “I seriously doubt that anyone at the Space Agency, or Starfleet Command, knows that you’re still alive up on Mars.”
It was then that Khan finally smiled.
“Precisely,” Khan said. “We both have our own agendas and I agree to let us both follow our own paths; if that is acceptable to you.”
Gary nodded. “Alright, I’ll play it your way.” Gary said, though he still wanted to squeeze Khan’s ahead until it was smashed in.
“Very well then,” Khan said. “For now I am able to contact you on a subspace communication’s frequency that Starfleet is only now beginning to experiment with. Fortunately the people I once worked for already have the ability and gave it to me before I left Earth on the Enterprise all those months ago. However since I do not trust you, it will be the last time I shall ever speak with you in this manner.”
“Very honestly put,” Gary said. “Now what is it you want?”
“The people I once worked for; I want you to kill them.” Khan said.
“Now why would I want to do that?” Gary asked.
“Peripherally,” Khan said, “they are responsible for trying to destroy this colony and those of us from the first mission after our first incident with the Martian parasites.”
“Have you been infected?” Mitchell asked.
“No, I have not. But while we are on that topic; I do know that Chekov was infected because I did it. Yet I find it quite interesting that even as of last night, according to the Russian news reports which I still receive here up on Mars, she was the recipient of a party thrown in her honor in Moscow. I also note that you were there in her honor. I take it Starfleet does not know she is infected.”
Gary did not respond.
“Your silence betrays you, Mitchell.” Khan said with a smirk on his face. “However, that is not my concern. What I am interested in is the organization I once worked for. It is headed by the former United States Senator John Gill.”
Gary nodded. “John Gill,” Gary said, “I know of him. He’s some whack-job hardliner who thinks the U.N. is too soft and wants a more forceful world government.” Gary said.
“The same,” Khan continued. “He and his organization are actively trying to make themselves into an alternate power on Earth. They even have their own starship nearing completion which they intend to launch and to use to challenge the United Space Agency’s dominance in space. They use coercion of those whom they deem important in order to achieve their means. They will…”
Gary cut him off upon hearing the word coercion. “Does the name Tom Garak mean anything to you?”
Khan thought for a moment. “Yes it does. That is the name of one of Gill’s operatives. Why do you ask?”
“Do you have a picture of this man?” Gary asked.
Khan manipulated the controls on his consol and an instant later Garak’s image appeared on Mitchell’s screen.
“That is Tom Garak.” Khan said.
Gary looked at Garak. It was only matter of time now until Garak would be dead. Gary flipped the screen back so as to show Khan again.
“You said that Gill’s organization was only peripherally involved. What did you mean by that?” Gary asked.
“There is a very secretive government agency,” Khan said, “which actually took control of the satellite and made it fire on the colony. This secret agency was able to input secret command lines into most of the Unites Space Agency’s technology; including the satellites above Mars, and the Enterprise as well. What the aim of this agency is, I do not know. But I really don’t care. They tried to destroy a threat, the parasites, and I can actually accept that as a consequence. What I could not accept was Gill’s giving me up as a target to them. For that, Gill and his organization must be destroyed.”
“Alright,” Gary said. “How exactly do I do that?”
“There is an island off the coast of Australia,” Khan said as the image of the island appeared on Mitchell’s screen. “Destroy that island and you will destroy Gill and his organization. If you are as powerful as I think you are, you should be able to accomplish this.”
“And what do I get in exchange for doing this dirty deed for you?” Gary asked. “You could just call me back up and demand something else and then something else and so on. Why should I help you now?”
“I know for a fact Gill intends to destroy the credibility of Starfleet and the Space Agency by tearing down the world’s knew beloved hero; James T Kirk.”
Khan was right, that did anger Gary. Even though Gary was becoming something more than a mere human, he did have a strong loyalty to his best friend, Kirk.
“And the reason,” Khan continued, “I wont ‘call you back’ is because I believe your power will soon be able to swat me down as though I were a fly. My plan is to get as far from you as possible which brings me to the second item I want you to do.”
“Which is?” Gary asked.
“In the heart of the island lair is a ship, a space ship in fact. They call her the Botany Bay. And if you are as powerful as I think you are becoming, you should have no trouble saving the ship and sending it my way. From that point on we will go our own ways and you will never see me again, and you would have saved Kirk. I think that is a fair exchange.”
“Very well,” Gary said. “But I promise you this,” Gary added, “if we ever do meet again I will destroy you.”
Khan smiled. “Then I suggest we never meet again Gary Mitchell.”
--
USS LEXINGTON
The mission to catalog the remnants of the Clark/Dennison asteroid, which had been successfully destroyed by the Enterprise a year earlier, was completed. Although most of the debris from the asteroid had now become tiny fragments, there were still some that posed future threats to Earth. In fact one of the smaller debris clouds, already cataloged by the Lexington several months earlier, was actually near Earth. This smaller cloud was from the part of the asteroid that was struck by the blasts, and had its course drastically altered, and relatively slowed in comparison with the other debris clouds from the blast.
Geologist Darnell Merriweather, the specialist heading the mission, was awaken from his sleep by a hail from the Lexington’s Captain; Rachel Garret.
“Mr. Merriweather, can you please report to the bridge?” her voice asked from the com unit.
“I’m on my way,” Merriweather said as he rubbed his eyes and got dressed.
Moments later Merriweather entered the bridge and came over to the science station.
“What is it?” Merriweather asked.
“Take a look.” Garret said pointing at the screen.
The space map on the main screen showed the debris cloud near Earth. It was currently four million miles from Earth and had been determined not to pose any threat. As Merriweather looked at a tactical image of the smaller debris cloud he could see a stray fragment heading towards Earth as it was being tacked by the Lexington’s sensors.
“You see what I see?” Captain Garret asked.
“How is that possible?” Merriweather asked. “There is no reason why that fragment should be heading towards Earth.”
“That was exactly what I was going to ask you.” Garret said. “I thought your devices would tell us of any possible course change. But exactly two hours ago that fragment not only strayed from the debris cloud; it is gaining speed.”
“That is not possible,” Merriweather replied. “That is just not possible.”
--
PLANET ROMULAS
The Praetor took in what had been said to him just moments before.
“So,” The Praetor said, “our brothers have finally grown of age; perfect. Perhaps our return home is drawing closer than we thought.”
--
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So things are really heating up.
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Scorpio's STAR TREK--Welcome aboard; Spock
Scorpio's Star Trek PHASE ONE
Welcome aboard; Spock
Doctor Leonard McCoy walked through the mostly empty corridors aboard the USS Enterprise. The Enterprise was still parked in one of the now three space docks for repairs. The attack by the Gorn had done a little more damage than had first been reported. But the NASSCO shipyard workers were among the best and, with Scotty’s very detailed direction, they would complete the job at hand.
Most of the crew was due to report back to the ship within the next three weeks for deployment. McCoy had been made aware of the kidnapping of little David Marcus. McCoy knew that, somehow, someway, the child would be returned safely. Jim Kirk would not leave Earth until that baby was found, and McCoy was pretty sure that most of the crew, if they knew about the kidnapping, would mutiny along with Kirk to find the child.
Since Leonard McCoy didn’t have much of a social life anymore, he spent most his shore leave aboard the Enterprise. And it was at this time of the day, around 1600, that he ambled down to Ten Forward to visit with some of the others who stayed aboard during the repair cycle.
McCoy entered Ten Forward and went straight to the bar. And standing there behind the bar, almost on cue, was Guinan. She even had his drink ready for him; a dry scotch. And this wasn’t any synthahol beverage. This was a mean scotch, a dirty scotch in face.
“Well hello there, Bones,” Guinan said with her warm smile.
Ever since Kirk had uttered the nickname McCoy was labeled with by Colonel Pike back in the day, Bones, no one else on the ship had the ‘balls’ to use it besides Kirk and Guinan. The reason why no one else used it was a simple universal fact; make fun of a doctor, then you can expect to have things stuck inside every hole in your body for reprisals of making fun of said doctor.
McCoy let Guinan use it because she was special. Guinan, with her smooth Creole heritage, and her very simple but alluring eyes and smile, just made everyone feel a little less stressed. She also wore the most incredible but stylish head wardrobe. Today her hair was kept back in a red scarf that had two purple blooms on either side. On anyone else it would look silly, but on Guinan, it was actually quite erotic.
“Hello to you, Guinan,” McCoy said as he sat down to have his drink. “Any depressed shipmates I need to know about?” He downed the scotch rather quickly.
Guinan smiled, and refilled his glass. “Now, Bones,” she said, “You know I can’t divulge what my clients say.”
“Clients, is that what they call them?” McCoy added with a chuckle.
She came around the bar and sat next to him so as to lower her voice.
“What about the baby? Have they found it yet?” Guinan asked softly.
The fact she knew about Kirk’s abducted baby did not surprise McCoy at all. She seemed to know everything.
“No, they haven’t found David yet,” McCoy said. “But I think they will. And if I know Gary Mitchell, he might land a few blows before they pull him off who ever did this.”
“What about Kirk?” Guinan asked. “He’s usually so calm and collected. Do you think this will rattle him?”
“Depends how it turns out,” McCoy said.
Guinan changed gears.
“I’m thinking about having a once a week karaoke contest when we set sail next time,” Guinan said as she went back around the bar. “I hear you do a mean Michael Buble.”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it Michael Buble; but yeah,” McCoy said as he sipped on his second drink. “I’ll play. I actually hear that Sulu, after he gets smashed, sounds just like that old geezer Ozzy.”
“Is Ozzy Osborne still alive?” Guinan asked. “I thought he died.”
“No,” McCoy said, “ever since he had that fifth pig-heart implant he’s still kicking and breathing. Who would have thought that a guy like that, after all that drug use and drinking, would be the oldest man in the world. I’m telling you it defies all rationality.”
They both laughed at the thought.
At that moment Scotty came in and headed straight to the bar. He, too, liked scotch; obviously.
“You look frustrated,” McCoy said to his new drinking partner.
“Aye,” Scotty said. “The capt’n gave me two months to get this ship back in order. I just dunno if I’m going to make it.”
“Oh stop with the Scottish accent,” McCoy said.
“Hey, I’m trying to impress the lass here,” Scotty said motioning to Guinan.
She smiled at the thought.
Guinan was about to respond to Scotty when suddenly another person came into Ten-Forward.
“Oh dear lord,” Guinan said. “Who is this poor soul?”
Scotty and McCoy pivoted in their chairs to see who Guinan was speaking of. The person who came in was not really a person at all; to them, at least. It was clear that it was one of the new higher-end android models that Starfleet had been experimenting with. Then doors to Ten Forward opened again and in walked Doctor Richard Daystrom. He spoke to the android and then the both of them came over to the bar.
“Nice to see you again,” Scotty said to Daystrom.
“Thank you,” Daystrom said. “I take it Captain Kirk is still on shore leave.”
“You would be correct,” McCoy said. “He probably won’t be aboard ship for another week or so.”
“Very well,” Daystrom said. He then looked to the android.
Androids, by the 2050s, were very humanoid looking though just a bit of the artificial nature of their appearance still came through. Most humans had seen lower end models enter life as car-washers, or other manual laborers. They usually did the jobs considered to hard by normal standards. But in the military it was hoped the androids could evolve to higher end positions to lessen the amount of lives at risk in deep space exploration.
“Introduce yourself,” Daystrom said to the android.
“My name is SPOCK. It is very good to see all of you again, though I must admit I never got a chance to meet you, Guinan,” Spock said.
“Well,” Guinan said, “thank you, Spock. We call this place Ten-Forward. It is a place that, I think, you will find most interesting because it really is a fishbowl of humanity.”
“Fishbowl?” Spock asked.
Spock stood at about 6feet/two inches. He wore a standard uniform, and wore the rank of Commander. He was the grand experiment. And the only reason Spock would have been back aboard the Enterprise, as a commander no less, is if Captain Kirk had signed off on it. And that alone would help the crew respect and accept this new unique crew addition.
“This must be an interesting time for you,” Scotty said to Daystrom. “I assume transplanting the matrix into this android construct must have taken some time to do. It must have been quite an engineering feat.”
Daystrom nodded. “Yes, it had its moments. But Spock passed all of the required physical tests, as well as all the command protocols.”
Guinan shook her head. “Excuse me. Physical tests and Protocols? Doesn’t Spock have the most up-to-date A.I. interface ever created? He’s practically a living being if you think about it, and you’re talking about him as if he’s just another machine.”
“He is just a machine,” McCoy said. “Let’s make no mistake about it.”
Guinan looked at Spock.
“Mister Spock,” she said, “what is your favorite kind of music?”
“He is a highly advanced computer construct,” Daystrom told Guinan. “He doesn’t have a favorite anything.”
Scotty joined in with Daystrom and chuckled at the thought.
“How about taking me down to engineering?” Daystrom said to Scotty. “I want to see those new interface platforms you ordered from us last week.”
Scotty finished his scotch and then headed off for engineering. McCoy, who had already finished his own drink, waved to Guinan, and headed back to sickbay, leaving Spock.
“Jazz,” Spock said to Guinan in a most deadpan way.
She smiled. And in his artificial eyes she sensed a bit more there than just bells and whistles.
The Android turned and left Ten-Forward. He had been left behind by Daystrom and Scotty as if he was just an appliance or another tool of technology. But Guinan sensed something more about Spock. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something special about this android. And if Kirk signed off on Spock, then Guinan felt even better about it. If she sensed there was something more than just ‘tests and protocols’ to Spock, and Kirk did as well? Then she felt she was in good company.
At that moment the red alert klaxon sounded through-out the ship. The on duty command officer, Chakotay, made an announcement on the ship-wide communications relay.
"THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALL HANDS RED ALERT, I REPEAT RED ALERT."
Guinan flipped on the TV above her bar. The CNN news channel was reporting that a fragment of the Clark/Dennison asteroid had strayed off course and was heading toward Earth; more specifically towards Australia.
Scorpio's Star Trek PHASE ONE
Welcome aboard; Spock
Doctor Leonard McCoy walked through the mostly empty corridors aboard the USS Enterprise. The Enterprise was still parked in one of the now three space docks for repairs. The attack by the Gorn had done a little more damage than had first been reported. But the NASSCO shipyard workers were among the best and, with Scotty’s very detailed direction, they would complete the job at hand.
Most of the crew was due to report back to the ship within the next three weeks for deployment. McCoy had been made aware of the kidnapping of little David Marcus. McCoy knew that, somehow, someway, the child would be returned safely. Jim Kirk would not leave Earth until that baby was found, and McCoy was pretty sure that most of the crew, if they knew about the kidnapping, would mutiny along with Kirk to find the child.
Since Leonard McCoy didn’t have much of a social life anymore, he spent most his shore leave aboard the Enterprise. And it was at this time of the day, around 1600, that he ambled down to Ten Forward to visit with some of the others who stayed aboard during the repair cycle.
McCoy entered Ten Forward and went straight to the bar. And standing there behind the bar, almost on cue, was Guinan. She even had his drink ready for him; a dry scotch. And this wasn’t any synthahol beverage. This was a mean scotch, a dirty scotch in face.
“Well hello there, Bones,” Guinan said with her warm smile.
Ever since Kirk had uttered the nickname McCoy was labeled with by Colonel Pike back in the day, Bones, no one else on the ship had the ‘balls’ to use it besides Kirk and Guinan. The reason why no one else used it was a simple universal fact; make fun of a doctor, then you can expect to have things stuck inside every hole in your body for reprisals of making fun of said doctor.
McCoy let Guinan use it because she was special. Guinan, with her smooth Creole heritage, and her very simple but alluring eyes and smile, just made everyone feel a little less stressed. She also wore the most incredible but stylish head wardrobe. Today her hair was kept back in a red scarf that had two purple blooms on either side. On anyone else it would look silly, but on Guinan, it was actually quite erotic.
“Hello to you, Guinan,” McCoy said as he sat down to have his drink. “Any depressed shipmates I need to know about?” He downed the scotch rather quickly.
Guinan smiled, and refilled his glass. “Now, Bones,” she said, “You know I can’t divulge what my clients say.”
“Clients, is that what they call them?” McCoy added with a chuckle.
She came around the bar and sat next to him so as to lower her voice.
“What about the baby? Have they found it yet?” Guinan asked softly.
The fact she knew about Kirk’s abducted baby did not surprise McCoy at all. She seemed to know everything.
“No, they haven’t found David yet,” McCoy said. “But I think they will. And if I know Gary Mitchell, he might land a few blows before they pull him off who ever did this.”
“What about Kirk?” Guinan asked. “He’s usually so calm and collected. Do you think this will rattle him?”
“Depends how it turns out,” McCoy said.
Guinan changed gears.
“I’m thinking about having a once a week karaoke contest when we set sail next time,” Guinan said as she went back around the bar. “I hear you do a mean Michael Buble.”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it Michael Buble; but yeah,” McCoy said as he sipped on his second drink. “I’ll play. I actually hear that Sulu, after he gets smashed, sounds just like that old geezer Ozzy.”
“Is Ozzy Osborne still alive?” Guinan asked. “I thought he died.”
“No,” McCoy said, “ever since he had that fifth pig-heart implant he’s still kicking and breathing. Who would have thought that a guy like that, after all that drug use and drinking, would be the oldest man in the world. I’m telling you it defies all rationality.”
They both laughed at the thought.
At that moment Scotty came in and headed straight to the bar. He, too, liked scotch; obviously.
“You look frustrated,” McCoy said to his new drinking partner.
“Aye,” Scotty said. “The capt’n gave me two months to get this ship back in order. I just dunno if I’m going to make it.”
“Oh stop with the Scottish accent,” McCoy said.
“Hey, I’m trying to impress the lass here,” Scotty said motioning to Guinan.
She smiled at the thought.
Guinan was about to respond to Scotty when suddenly another person came into Ten-Forward.
“Oh dear lord,” Guinan said. “Who is this poor soul?”
Scotty and McCoy pivoted in their chairs to see who Guinan was speaking of. The person who came in was not really a person at all; to them, at least. It was clear that it was one of the new higher-end android models that Starfleet had been experimenting with. Then doors to Ten Forward opened again and in walked Doctor Richard Daystrom. He spoke to the android and then the both of them came over to the bar.
“Nice to see you again,” Scotty said to Daystrom.
“Thank you,” Daystrom said. “I take it Captain Kirk is still on shore leave.”
“You would be correct,” McCoy said. “He probably won’t be aboard ship for another week or so.”
“Very well,” Daystrom said. He then looked to the android.
Androids, by the 2050s, were very humanoid looking though just a bit of the artificial nature of their appearance still came through. Most humans had seen lower end models enter life as car-washers, or other manual laborers. They usually did the jobs considered to hard by normal standards. But in the military it was hoped the androids could evolve to higher end positions to lessen the amount of lives at risk in deep space exploration.
“Introduce yourself,” Daystrom said to the android.
“My name is SPOCK. It is very good to see all of you again, though I must admit I never got a chance to meet you, Guinan,” Spock said.
“Well,” Guinan said, “thank you, Spock. We call this place Ten-Forward. It is a place that, I think, you will find most interesting because it really is a fishbowl of humanity.”
“Fishbowl?” Spock asked.
Spock stood at about 6feet/two inches. He wore a standard uniform, and wore the rank of Commander. He was the grand experiment. And the only reason Spock would have been back aboard the Enterprise, as a commander no less, is if Captain Kirk had signed off on it. And that alone would help the crew respect and accept this new unique crew addition.
“This must be an interesting time for you,” Scotty said to Daystrom. “I assume transplanting the matrix into this android construct must have taken some time to do. It must have been quite an engineering feat.”
Daystrom nodded. “Yes, it had its moments. But Spock passed all of the required physical tests, as well as all the command protocols.”
Guinan shook her head. “Excuse me. Physical tests and Protocols? Doesn’t Spock have the most up-to-date A.I. interface ever created? He’s practically a living being if you think about it, and you’re talking about him as if he’s just another machine.”
“He is just a machine,” McCoy said. “Let’s make no mistake about it.”
Guinan looked at Spock.
“Mister Spock,” she said, “what is your favorite kind of music?”
“He is a highly advanced computer construct,” Daystrom told Guinan. “He doesn’t have a favorite anything.”
Scotty joined in with Daystrom and chuckled at the thought.
“How about taking me down to engineering?” Daystrom said to Scotty. “I want to see those new interface platforms you ordered from us last week.”
Scotty finished his scotch and then headed off for engineering. McCoy, who had already finished his own drink, waved to Guinan, and headed back to sickbay, leaving Spock.
“Jazz,” Spock said to Guinan in a most deadpan way.
She smiled. And in his artificial eyes she sensed a bit more there than just bells and whistles.
The Android turned and left Ten-Forward. He had been left behind by Daystrom and Scotty as if he was just an appliance or another tool of technology. But Guinan sensed something more about Spock. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something special about this android. And if Kirk signed off on Spock, then Guinan felt even better about it. If she sensed there was something more than just ‘tests and protocols’ to Spock, and Kirk did as well? Then she felt she was in good company.
At that moment the red alert klaxon sounded through-out the ship. The on duty command officer, Chakotay, made an announcement on the ship-wide communications relay.
"THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALL HANDS RED ALERT, I REPEAT RED ALERT."
Guinan flipped on the TV above her bar. The CNN news channel was reporting that a fragment of the Clark/Dennison asteroid had strayed off course and was heading toward Earth; more specifically towards Australia.
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Nice chapter also I wouldn't want to be Gill right now.
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