Star Trek; 21st Century

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ROBERT SCORPIO presents
STAR TREK: The 21st Century

Opening Act

Kincaid Mansion
1865


(Just moments ago)

As Spock turned toward the stairway which led downstairs, he too became covered with ribbons of energy. And, suddenly, Edith Keeler became engulfed with the energy strings as well.

“We’re phasing back to our time,” Kirk said, as his fingers became transparent, “hurry, Edith, grab Caroline!!”

Edith Keeler did as Kirk asked, and reached for their one year old daughter; but it was too late. Kirk, Spock and Edith Keeler vanished; without baby Caroline!

And with that, silence engulfed the main den of Kincaid mansion. All that remained was a sleeping infant on one of the plush couches, and the lifeless goo of a now dead Changeling on another. But, a few moments later, the silence was interrupted by the open of the double door that led into the massive den. A figure, shrouded beneath a hooded cloak, entered the den.

The unknown person, the stranger, headed over to the lifeless goo that was still dripping off one of the other couches, and looked down up the grayish liquid. The Changeling, the Founder who had taken the name of General Kincaid, had suffered from instability from traveling through the wormhole on protected. The stranger reached into their pocket and retrieved a strange device, a sophisticated piece of equipment that was no bigger than a bar of soap. The stranger pressed a button and a green beam came from the device, and in fifteen swift seconds, the goo that had once been the Changeling was gone.

With that done, the stranger walked over to the now awake baby. Caroline looked up at the hooded individual, and when the individual pulled back their hood, Caroline smiled; this person was no stranger to Caroline. The stranger reached down and picked the baby up. Taking one last look around the large den, the mysterious person, with Caroline in their arms, headed out of the massive room and towards the stairway that led downstairs. After reaching the lower level, the stranger weaved their way through a winding maze of rooms before coming to a large bookcase that was in one of the lower rooms. Reaching out their hand, the stranger removed one of the books, causing the bookshelf to divide into two segments, and then opening as though it was a door because; it was.

Once inside the secret room, the stranger walked over to a strange, oval shaped object, and opened it. The inside of the oval object was large enough for a full grown adult to fit in. There were strange markings inside of the object, a type of alien writing, but that didn’t seem to matter to the stranger. Caroline made some giggling sounds as the stranger set her inside the oval device. Stepping back, the stranger smiled down at the infant, and then closed the oval device, with Caroline now inside of it.

--
Moments later, the stranger entered Kincaid’s private office and retrieved a piece of Kincaid’s private stationary. Sitting down at the small writing desk, the stranger then began to write a note. The stranger took great care to make sure the writing was done as trained; in the writing style of Kincaid. After the stranger completed the letter, it was sealed inside of an envelope. Once the letter was sealed, the stranger turned it over and wrote a set of numbers. Then the envelope was slid inside of a more massive envelope, where it would remain for nearly two-hundred years.

--
The 21st Century.

Moments ago, after Kirk/Spock/Edith Keeler arrived in the 21st Century;

“The Changeling told me that the Emissary,” Kirk explained, “would be the salvation, savior, for us all.”

“He will be our salvation?” Gary asked. “Jim, do you know how crazy that sounds?”

“Oh, believe me Gary; I do.” Kirk said to his long time friend. “But you, above anyone one else in this room, know that there are beings in this universe who can do what some might consider miracles.”

“I doubt the Q will interfere in this,” Gary said. “We pretty much gave Trelane the boot; remember?”

“Captain Kirk? How do we find your Emissary?” McGarrett asked.

McCoy snapped his fingers.

“I think I know how,” McCoy said. Then he looked directly at Kirk. “Jim, right after you left, my mother named you as the executor to the estate. Now, my mother had never met you, but the sealed envelope that had been passed down from generation to generation had your name and service number on it. We took that envelope to Starfleet and the scientist there verified that the ink used to write your service number all those years ago was indeed from that time.”

“That is not logical,” Spock said.

“Spock,” Kirk said to his friend, “we were there.”

“Captain,” Spock countered, “General Kincaid died before we left.”

“Maybe he set this all up before he died,” Kirk offered, “who knows.” Then Kirk looked back to McCoy.
“Where is this sealed envelope?”

McCoy headed over to the antique style phone that was on a wall near the fireplace and phoned the law offices of Horace Crawford and informed the famed lawyer that Kirk had arrived at the mansion, and that they needed the letter.

Meanwhile, as McCoy spoke with Crawford, Edith came over to where Kirk was standing

“Jim,” Edith said as she held her husband, “who cares about any of this?”

The others in the room could only watch as Kirk held his Edith, who was still distraught at losing her child.

“Edith,” Kirk said to her, “once we get this all situated, I promise you that we will search the records of Legrange Georgia. Small towns like this have a tendency of detailing the lives of past citizens. For all we know, Caroline had a wonderful life, God I hope she did.” Kirk added. “But I have to do this; I have to see this through, and see this letter that McCoy is talking about.”

McGarrett came over to where Kirk was.

“Kirk,” McGarrett said, “I too am very interested as to what this letter says. If anyone has been tampering the past, or trying to, then I need to know. To that end, I suggest you may want to get a hold of your own lawyer, just incase you need legal advise.”

“I’ll give Cogley a call, depending how this turns out.” Kirk said, in agreement with McGarrett.

Pike shook his head, as he looked at Kirk as he held Edith.

“Five years Jim?” Pike asked, “You were there for five years, during the Civil War?”

Kirk shook his head.

“We did our best to stay out of the events of history,” Kirk said, knowing that it wasn’t entirely true. But, with any hope, Kirk thought to him self, the time he spent trying to save Lincoln, and Spock’s time away with the Native Americans, didn’t disrupt the fabric of time.

“Well,” Gary said, seeing the rings on both of Kirk’s and Edith’s fingers, “at least some of that time was well spent.”

Kirk nodded, as he held his wife’s head to his chest.

“Yes, it was,” Kirk smiled back.

McCoy hung up the phone and came back over to Kirk, Pike, McGarrett and Spock.

“Leonard, what did you find out?” Jocelyn asked, as she too stood near Kirk.

“Crawford is going to…” McCoy’s voiced trailed off ..(continue by following this link)

 

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Orb of the Prophet


Previously;

Crawford was holding a large envelope. He set it on a nearby desk, opened it, and retrieved the envelope which had been sealed since the year 1865. He turned the old envelope over and revealed the verification number on the back; Jim Kirk’s service number indeed. Then, without any fanfare, Horace Crawford handed the letter to Jim Kirk.

Everyone in the room waited with baited breath as Kirk used a letter opener that Horace also handed him, and opened the letter.

Our Story continues…

James Kirk slid the letter out from the envelope that it had been sealed in for nearly two hundred years. The paper had aged, but due to the packaging, it had actually held up quite well. The paper had that ‘yellowish’ look that most paper from that time usually displayed. It had also been folded in half, causing Jim Kirk to be cautious while unfolding it

Kirk began to read the letter. There were two paragraphs. One of the paragraphs was written above the fold line, the other written below the fold line.

“Well,” McCoy said, the tension getting to him, “what does it say Jim?”

“Yeah Jim,” Gary Mitchell added, “don’t hold back on us.”

Kirk read the letter, and then he did as the letter instructed, and tore the letter in half at the fold line.

“What did you do that for?” Pike asked. “That letter in an antique, maybe in valuable.”

Kirk looked over to Edith, and then hugged her close. And then he took her by the hand, and headed toward the stairway.

“Where are you going?” McGarrett asked.

“Spock,” Kirk said to his Vulcan friend, “bring the pieced of metal that General Kincaid left for us.”

Spock reached into his pocket and retrieved the strange piece of metal that had remained after Kincaid lost form and died on the couch; in the year 1865.

--
The general population of Earth was well aware of the approaching subspace wave that would destroy the planet. According to best estimates, the wave would sweep into Earth’s system in another four days. At first when the news had been announced, a month earlier, panic had grabbed hold of Earth’s population. The Federation would evacuate as many as humans as possible. Even the Romulans, with their fleet of ships, offered to save their human cousins as much as they could.


EARLTY MORNING at the
PUTIN INTERNATIONAL HEART INSTITUTE

But in Moscow Russia, the Chekov family was already about to grieve. At the Putin institute, Mikiel’s condition had worsened. The doctors had informed Tamara that there was nothing else they could do to save her husband. Nadya was at the hospital comforting her mother. And yet, even as Mikiel faced his final breaths, Pavel had yet to show up. In fact, Pavel had not been seen in nearly three weeks. No one had any idea where he had disappeared too, and any attempts to contact Nor’vra to see if she knew where Pavel was, had gone unanswered.

(Remember readers…Nor’vra, the real Nor’vra, is being held captive somewhere and has been replaced by a Changeling named Laynia. Pavel Chekov, the real Pavel Chekov, is actually dead and was replaced by Laas. The last time we saw Laas he was seemingly captured by the father/son bird taggers, atop Omino’s top floor.)

Mikiel, whose breathing was labored, looked up from his bed at Nadya and Tamara, and smiled at them. He knew, all three knew, that his time was near.

“Father,” Nadya said as she came over to her father, “I love you so much.”

Tamara hugged the two of them. And as the three shared a hug, the door to the hospital room opened and a most unexpected person came in; Peter Chekov. He was Mikiel/Tamara’s oldest son, and due to friction between he and his father, Peter has been estranged from his parents for over fifteen years.

“Peter,” Tamara said in shock.

A tear came down Mikiel’s face as Peter came into the room.

“Papa,” Peter said as he came over to his father on the bed, and hugged him.

“I knew you would come,” Mikiel said with pride. “I wish your brother had half the courage you do.”

Peter looked to his younger sister, whom he didn’t know that much about due to their separation in ages.

“You look good,” Peter said, and then he looked up at his mother, “as do you mama. Where is Pavel, why isn’t he here?”

“The last time we saw him was three weeks ago,” Tamara said. “Since that time, we haven’t heard or seen him.”

“No matter,” Mikiel said sternly, “my oldest son is here now. I am so sorry that my coming death is the only way I can see you again.”

Peter hugged his father again, but there was a worry on his face, even more so than even his father’s condition.

“Why do you look like that?” Nadya asked her brother. “You seem concerned, even more so than just for father.”

“Well, the world is going to end soon,” Peter said with a slight smile, “can you blame me?”

“No,” Tamara said, picking up on Nadya’s doubt, “there’s something more.”

Peter looked at his father, and it was clear that Peter was concerned about worrying his father.

“Don’t let my condition hold you back,” Mikiel said, “What is it you need to say?”

Peter looked them all, and then back to Mikiel.

“I don’t believe that Pavel is who he says he is,” Peter said. “I haven’t heard from him in three weeks either,” Peter went on to say, “But, until that time, he and I communicated with each other quite frequently. He was always trying to get me to come home to visit you all. But, then about two months ago, we would speak and I could tell he was faking his way through conversations about when we were kids. So,” Peter continued, “when I last met him for a lunch in Germany, I secretly got his fingerprints and a DNA scans from the glass he was drinking from.”

“And what did you find?” Nadya pressed.

“He had prints, but they had no groves in them like all humans do. The saliva from his drink was alien as well, it wasn’t human. Its taken me this long to get someone to even hazard a guess as to what it was; it was some sort of silicone based life form.”

Nadya thought for a moment; she was well aware of reports about an alien named Odo. The information she knew was highly classified; but what she knew was enough to pique her interest in what Peter was talking about.

“Do you have the official report of the DNA/prints?” Nadya asked.

Peter took out an envelope from his suit pocket.

“Here,” Peter said, handing it to Nadya. “Maybe your Starfleet can get more answers.”

Nadya took out a special cell phone given to her by McGarrett, and then she pressed a button on it.

--
Kirk, Edith, and the others, came to the old style book shelf. Kirk found the secret book that acted as a lever, and pulled on it. The bookshelf split into two halves, and then slowly opened, revealing a strange door. Gary Mitchell took a Tricorder out of his pocket and handed it to Spock.

“Here,” Gary said to Spock, “I think you’re better at this sort of thing than I am.”

Spock took the Tricorder and scanned the strange barrier before them.

They all watched as Spock scanned the door.

Meanwhile, Joann and Jocelyn, who had come down with the others, stood apart from the rest, with Leonard.

“Maybe we should go,” Joann said to Leonard McCoy.

“No,” McCoy told them. “In the past few weeks since you came to be with me, and we shared time together in this house, I have decided that I don’t want to keep secrets from you both any longer. This is my life, and I want you part of it; both of you.”

“This kind of stuff scares me, dad,” Joanna said. “Why am I even here?”

“You’re here,” Leonard said to here, “because the moment we’re all done with this, we’re going up to the Enterprise to be safe.”

“What about all my friends,” Joann countered, “the ones who don’t have friends or family in Starfleet and will die; what happens to all those left behind?” Joanna added.

“I don’t have answer for that,” Leonard said to his daughter. “But I do know that I love you, both of you,” he said with a tear in his eye, “and I’m going to lose you again.”

McCoy looked back over to Kirk and Spock, who had just been conversing.

“So,” Kirk said to Spock, “your scans can’t see beyond this door.”

“Precisely,” Spock said. “However, this,” Spock said to Kirk, as he held the metal object Kincaid had left behind, “will fit into that slot there. I believe it is a key.”

“Jim,” Edith asked, “what did the letter say?”

“She has a great question,” McGarrett added, “what did the letter say?”

Kirk ignored them both, and then he took the metal key from Spock, and slid it into the slot on the strange barrier. Instantly the barrier dissolved, and was gone.

“A force field,” Gary Mitchell stated.

Kirk, with Spock behind him, stepped into the strange room that was no longer hid from them. A large round oval construct was in the middle of the cemented room.

“Looks like an egg,” Pike said.

“Kind of like that ancient show Mork and Mindy,” Gary said, with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

Kirk walked straight over to the oval object, the size of a bed, and pressed a strange button that was on the outside. The oval object began to hum, and then it opened. At first it was dark inside the oval, but then a light came on, and then Kirk smiled. He motioned for Edith to come closer, and she did. Edith came over and looked inside the object to see why it had made Kirk smile; and then Edith began to cry. There was a baby inside the oval, and not just a baby; it was baby Caroline. And the child was giggling up at her.

McGarrett smiled at the happy turn of events and Edith took the child out of the oval, but then his smile was tempered as he looked at Kirk.

“I want to know what was in that letter,” McGarrett said, coolly. “And I want to know now.”

Kirk looked to Pike, and then back to McGarrett.

“I can’t tell you everything,” Kirk said, “for temporal reasons,” Kirk added with a giggle. “However,” Kirk added, “I need to do something on my own. If you interfere with what I have to do, then we will all die, and I mean ALL of us.”

“I can have you arrested, if you don’t tell me more.” McGarrett countered.

“On what grounds would you have Jim Kirk arrested?” Spock asked. “These actions fall outside the purview of your authority, as best as I can tell.”

“Well,” McGarrett said to Spock, “while were on the suspect, Spock, I am well with in my rights to have you arrested. You’re not even from this planet, or this universe, and you have dodged every effort of mine to question you as well. If you want to go down that road we will; and believe me I will win.”

Kirk could see where things were headed, and decided to make a deal.

“Alright,” Kirk said to McGarrett, “let’s do this.”

Kirk walked over to the other side of the cemented in room. McGarrett, Pike, Spock and Mitchell followed as Edith hung back with Jocelyn, Joanna, and Dr. McCoy. Edith handed McCoy the baby, so he could take a look at the child with his medical Tricorder.

Kirk came over to panel that had a strange set of key panels on it. Kirk entered his service number and then the panel opened up to reveal a strange object, which looked ancient, and appeared to be a container of some kind.

“What is that?” Gary Mitchell asked his friend. “By the way,” Gary added, “I’m glad your father again, Jim; now I have someone to suffer with.” Gary said with a humorous smile.

“Well, what is it?” Pike asked as well.

“According to the letter,” Kirk told McGarrett and the others, “this thing is called an Orb. Apparently the Bajoran people have, over the past ten thousand years, received several of these, mysteriously, from somewhere in space, from a place that is called the Celestial Temple of the Prophets.”

“Where the hell is that?” Pike asked.

“I don’t know,” Kirk said, “but our friend Kincaid, the Changeling we knew in the past as General Kincaid, he traveled through a wormhole from the Gamma-Quadrant. He made contact with sentient non-corporeal beings inside the wormhole, beings whom the Bajorans worshiped. I believe the Celestial Temple is inside that wormhole.”

“Jim,” Gary repeated, “I know you and I have had dealings with Q, and have seen incredible things, but you’re starting to worry me.”

Spock could see the look of doubt on the other’s faces.

“The captain is quite correct,” Spock finally said. “Kincaid did travel to this quadrant via a wormhole.”

“Chris; do you believe any of this?” McGarrett asked Pike.

“I do,” Pike replied. “I actually met Odo, the Founder from our this who was apparently on Earth for many years, and he never revealed to Sarek, or my self, how exactly he came to be in this part of the galaxy. All he told us was that we were forbidden to enter the Gamma-Quadrant, going so far as to warn us not to send the Enterprise, when it was lost in the Delta-Quadrant, toward the Gamma-Quadrant or the Enterprise would be destroyed.”

“I am willing to bet he used the wormhole Kincaid spoke of,” Kirk deduced. “Kincaid did tell the Great Link about the wormhole.”

“Jim,” Spock said, “but Kincaid also said that the wormhole had been closed, and that only the Emissary would be allowed entrance.”

“Then why did they let Odo go through?” Pike asked.

“Where is this Odo, this other founder?” Kirk asked.

--
MOSCOW RUSSIA

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Robert Scorpio Presents

“A Cold Dish”


With Earth’s impending supposed doom just days away, the initial shock and disorder that followed the President’s announcement had given way to the inevitable. Families were gathering throughout the world to face the end together. In a final twist of irony, Israel and the Palestinians signed a peace treaty, due in no small part to approaching apocalypse.

But in a southern region of Spain, beneath a small grape farm, the farm was really only a cover to what was below it, was the final secret lair of the now deceased John Gill. The human John Gill had died when an asteroid fragment, years earlier, had smashed into Gill’s island retreat off the coast of Australia. Before his death, John Gill had transferred the essence of what he was into an android. The android John Gill was later destroyed in its attempt to replace leaders of the Earth, and the Vulcan Ambassador, with android duplicates as well.

One last consequence of John Gill’s distorted view on reality was still alive. His name was Khan; a human augment.

Khan had found his way to the underground lair in Spain, and had revived the rest of the augments. In that process, he had used the technology that John Gill had left behind, and had molded each of the augment’s minds to follow his will; Khan’s will. He also had given them all advanced skills in engineering and sciences. And with their help, he had prepped the starship Alcatraz for launch.

The Alcatraz was the sister ship to the Botany Bay. On the fateful day when the asteroid fragment hit John Gill’s island retreat off the coast of Australia, it also destroyed the Botany Bay, under the command of Colonel Green, just as it was launching. Only a select few knew that Gill had built two of the large cylinder shaped starships. And now, with the end of the Earth just days away, Khan and his followers worked very hard to prepare the Alcatraz for its launch into space. Final prep was nearly finished, with the launch scheduled for the next day.

Khan’s attention to the final processes of the launch had been, for the moment, diverted. He was soon walking down one of the hallways and came up the medical department. An augment, a male of Asian descent named Xair, had been Khan’s choice for chief medical officer. Khan entered the medical office and found Xair studying brain scans which were displayed on a monitor.

“Doctor; you said you needed to see me,” Khan said to Xair, “I hope, for your sake, it was for an important reason.”

Xair looked up at Khan. Khan’s face had been disfigured nearly two years prior while escaping from an exploding Romulan ship.

“One of the augment laborers,” Xair said, “I think you better have a look at this. Apparently, while resting, he complained to his supervisor about the work hours and wondered what kind of life existed outside of this place. The supervisor sent the augment here and he pretty much told me what he had told his supervisor; he wants to leave.”

Khan thought for a moment. He had taken great care with each of the augments initial behavior patterns, including Dr. Xair’s, to make sure that they did not exhibit such foolish notions such as freedom and or self expression. Khan wanted workers, and followers, to mold as he saw fit.

“Where is the augment?” Khan asked.

“He’s in the main room,” Xair said. “His name is Ranif.”

“I will speak with him, with Ranif,” Khan said to Xair, “and then I will speak with you.”

“Yes sir,” Xair replied.

Khan, who knew came to medical prepared, left Xair. Khan wanted to see Ranif; alone.

--
Khan entered the main room, where Ranif was resting on the examination table. Ranif looked over and saw the smiling Khan as he approached.

“Sir,” Ranif said nervously, “you did not have to come.”

“You are one of my children,” Khan said, calmly. “If one of my children has a problem; then I want to know. So, what is your problem, Ranif?”

A smile came over Ranif’s face.

“Sir,” Ranif said, “For a week or so, I have had the strangest desires. And today, while my team was working on one of the fuel lines for the Alcatraz, I couldn’t help but express them. What is beyond this place? Are we the only sentient being in the universe? Everyday we work, we sleep, we eat; but I wonder each night, before I sleep, if this is all I am? Is there nothing more?”

In one swift move, Khan took a gun out of his pocket and aimed it at Ranif. The hand gun was fitted with a silencer.

“There is nothing more; for you.” Khan said, as he pulled the trigger three times, and shot Ranif in the head each time.
--
Moments later, Khan explained to Dr. Xair that Ranif had to be destroyed. That the augment had shown signs of deviant thoughts, which of course, was a lie. Xair would dispose of the body in a discrete manner, and eliminate all records, as ordered by Khan.

--

As the next day came, the same day Kirk and Edith had returned to the present time, the Alcatraz was readied for launch. It had been situated in the cradle of its launch pad, and was aimed straight up. Once the launch sequence was activated, the launch-bay door, high above the ship, would open, giving the ship an unimpeded path to the sky, and space beyond it.

Khan sat in the command chair on the bridge, and gave the final orders to launch. The Alcatraz was fitted with impressive weapons, and advanced defensive capabilities.

Finally the time had come. The launch-bay door opened, and the Alcatraz launched.

Starfleet Command, in San Francisco, detected the massive Alcatraz as it ascended through the sky above Spain, and toward space.

“Sir,” communications officer Dryer, a female Caucasian said, “we are receiving a signal on the special frequency you tasked us to monitor.”

“On screen,” Khan said, as the ship arced its way higher and higher.

A face on the screen appeared; the face of Sloan.

“Do I know you?” Khan ...(continued at this link)

 

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Fathers


KINCAID MANSION
Legrange Georgia


Kirk, having left the Orb of the Prophet back in the strange room, and the others were making their through the maze of rooms in the lower part of the mansion, towards the stairway, when suddenly the house was rocked with an explosion. The blast caused the bottom level to crumble inward, but due to their position along the main wall, everyone was just thrown to the ground. The explosion created a large smashing sound which caused Baby Caroline to cry. And as the rumbling of the explosion ebbed, all that could be heard, between smatterings of falling debris, was the sound of the crying infant.

“What the hell was that?” Gary asked for them all.

Pike opened up his communicator.

“Admiral,” Pike said, “I’m here in Legrange Georgia, at McCoy’s home, we’ve just experienced an explosion, almost as if the mansion was struck by some kind of weapon.”

“It was a weapon,” the voice of Admiral Cartwright, who was at Starfleet Command in San Francisco, responded instantly.

As Secretary of Defense Pike continued his conversation with Cartwright, McCoy ran up ahead of the group to survey the damage, Kirk went with him. The smell of smoke was an indicator that a fire was most likely sweeping through the upper regions of the mansion.

Jocelyn was cradling her daughter, Joanna, in her arms, as they huddled together, sitting against the main wall.

“What is going on?” Joanna asked her mom.

Both women’s faces were caked with dirt from the explosion.

“I don’t know,” Jocelyn said softly, “I’m sure your father and his friends will get us out of this.”

Noticing scrapes on Joanna’s arms, McGarrett removed his suit’s jacket and put it around the wounded girls shoulder.

“Thank you,” Joanna said with a smile, “You didn’t have to do that.”

McGarrett looked at her and smiled back.

“Think nothing of it,” McGarrett said. He then looked to Spock, who, like the rest, was waiting for Kirk/McCoy to return. “Why have you dodged me since your arrival in our universe?”

Spock, realizing had nothing to lose, decided to answer McGarrett truthfully.

“I did things back in my universe, on that Earth, that I am quite sure, you will not like to hear.” Spock said. “I have murdered, or caused the deaths, of hundreds of innocents in the cause of freedom. And, as you most likely know, I kidnapped Jim Kirk and brought him to my universe before it was destroyed.”

“I can not hold you responsible for acts you did over there,” McGarrett said. “In fact, I recently had to deal with two others from your world; who were trying to manipulate our timeline for reasons that had to do with their personal lives back on your world.” (Explained by events in COGLEY’S LAW some time back.)

“Fascinating; how was it resolved?” Spock asked.

“With the help a man named Sloan,” McGarrett answered. “Apparently he had been associated with yet another person from your Earth whom he referred to as the Attendant. Be that at it may, I’ve decided that your kidnapping of Kirk can be overlooked. Secretary Pike is willing to vouch for you, so that is good enough for me.”

Spock knew the name of the Attendant quite well, having had gone up against the ruthless woman, and having slept with her as well, in the Mirror Universe many times.

“Thank you,” Spock said, “your world is more like my home than this universe’s Vulcan could ever be.”

Spock was about to go on and explain some of the Attendant’s past, when Kirk and McCoy finally returned. Pike had finished his conversation with Cartwright, and closed his communicator.

“What did you find out?” Kirk asked Pike.

“An unauthorized starship was launched from somewhere in Europe,” Pike explained, “just as it achieved orbit of Earth, the ship fired a photon torpedo, then fled the scene at warp speed. That torpedo is what hit this mansion.”

“Why? What does this mansion this have to with Europe?” McCoy asked.

“I told you that not liking soccer would get you into trouble one day,” Gary said to McCoy with a sarcastic flare in his voice.

“Bones, we’ll deal with it later,” Kirk interjected. Then Kirk turned to the others, “The way up to the mansion has been destroyed, and there is fire up there as well. McCoy knows another exit out back that way,” Kirk told Pike, and the others. “We should get moving before the fire should make its way down here.”

Kirk walked with Pike, McGarrett and Spock, behind the others, as they made their way toward the bottom floor exit. Edith, who was holding Baby Caroline, was being escorted by Mitchell and Jocelyn, as well as McCoy and Joanna. Kirk smiled at seeing McCoy talking with the girl who was obviously his estranged daughter. Perhaps, Kirk thought, something good could from the destruction of Kincaid’s mansion.

“What was that thing your child was in?” McGarrett asked Kirk.

“I suppose it was some kind of space vessel that Kincaid used to get to Earth,” Kirk explained to McGarrett. “It must have some kind time properties. We should look into getting it out of here at a later date.”

“There isn’t going to be much time for that,” Pike told Earth. “That subspace wave I told you about will be here in three days. Earth is going to be destroyed.”

“Then if that’s the case,” Kirk said to Pike, “I have got to find this Emissary person. I know it sounds strange,” Kirk allowed, “but it may be our only chance.” then he paused, “Damn, I have to get the Orb of the Prophet. Go ahead and get the others out, I’ll be right out in a moment.”

Kirk ran off back towards the strange secret room where they had found Caroline. As Kirk sped away, Pike nodded at Spock, and then Spock ran after Kirk.

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Upon reaching the secret room, Kirk ran over to the panel and, using the same metallic key they had used to open the room, Kirk used it again to open up the panel and retrieve the strange container, and the strange device inside of it called an Orb of the Prophet.

“What do we need it for?” Spock asked as he came running in.

“According to the letter,” Kirk explained, “the device inside this case,” Kirk said as he looked at the case he held in his arms, “is the only way we can save humanity.”

“When you say we,” Spock added, “you do mean this person you refer to as the Emissary.”

Kirk nodded.

“Spock,” Kirk said, “I need to tell you something, and it has to stay between you and me.” Kirk said.

“Of course Jim,” Spock replied.

“The letter wasn’t written by Kincaid, though it is in his hand.” Kirk explained to Spock. “It was written; by me.”

“How is that possible?” Spock asked. “Unless you wrote such a letter before we returned to our time.”

“No, I didn’t write it. Or I should say; I haven’t written it yet.” Kirk told Spock. “Towards the end of the letter, the person who wrote it revealed themselves as being me; but from a possible point in our future.”

“What was written in the letter?” Spock asked.

“He claimed that he came from a future where Caroline was left, in the past,” Kirk explained. “He decided to change the past by placing her inside of Kincaid’s vessel.”

“Would be logical,” Spock said. “In my own universe we did experiments in time travel, to try and calculate future strands of time from changing certain events. It is quite possible the future-Kirk came from will be far different than the one you and I will exist in.”

“Well,” Kirk said, “Whatever his intentions were, they saved my daughter.”

There was another light explosion, no doubt due to the fire three stories up.

“We better get going,” Kirk said as he, and Spock, headed out of the room.

Meanwhile, up ahead, the other survivors from the house explosion were nearing the bottom exit, through the smashed up rooms and floors on the bottom level of the house, which then fed out into one of the orange groves.

As Gary approached the exit, behind Edith, carrying Caroline, and Joanna, another light explosion dislodged a beam from the house that fell towards Edith. Without so much of a thought, Gary Mitchell lunged ahead, and pushed Edith and Joanna out of the way of the falling beam. The beam smashed into Gary, impaling, and ...(please continue this chapter by following this link >>>> engage)

 

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As Time Goes By


The mood of Earth’s civilization was surprising serine, especially since the planet’s destruction was just two days away. The President of Earth, and his cabinet, had done a remarkable job keeping the population up-to-date on the progress of the subspace wave. Many scientific papers written by prominent physiologists over the past century, which had predicted social decay if such an event were to occur, were proven wrong. It wasn’t met with mass panic or hysteria.

One such paper had predicted that, with so little to lose, the world powers would blow each other up so as to justify so much of their wealth being wrapped up in nuclear missies; it hadn’t happened.

And yet, for most of the time since the announcement, and especially in the final week, the world’s so called ‘collected psyche’ had actually improved to a calm peace.

--

USS ENTERPRISE
Earth orbit

Captain James T Kirk was in his quarters, with his wife, Edith. Edith was on their bed breast feeding their daughter, Caroline. Kirk sat on the edge of the bed staring at the strange case that held, within it, no one knew. Up to this point, ever since Kirk had first laid eyes on the case in Kincaid’s cellar, he had never been able to open it, even with the key that was found in the goo that had once been Kincaid’s body, back in the 19th century.

“It just won’t work. There isn’t even a keyhole,” Kirk said as he held the key in his hand, and shook his head in defeat. “Maybe this is all just bunch of bullsh…” Kirk stopped himself from completing the obscenity, remembering there was a baby in the room.

Edith, seeing the look of defeat on Kirk’s face, smiled at him.

“Maybe only the Emissary can open it,” Edith said.

“The Emissary,” Kirk said softly is an almost mocking tone, “even I’m starting to see how crazy this all sounds.”

Kirk lifted the case and set it on the bed, next to his wife.

“Look at this thing,” Kirk said with a look of wonder as he looked at the case. “The General (Kincaid) brought this with him from the wormhole. Can you imagine how far this, whatever this thing is, has traveled?”

Baby Caroline, who was nursing, saw the strange case as well. In the eyes of the child, the case was full of wonder, and reminded her of another place beyond the one she now found her self. She reached out her hand to touch the case, but frowned as it was moved quickly away from her.

“Why don’t you let her touch it?” Edith asked, with a slight air of humor in her voice.

“We don’t know if there are germs on this thing or not,” Kirk replied.

“Oh… Jim,” Edith said, “You need to unwind. We’ve been married for five years, and I know that look on your face so well.” Edith said as she locked eyes with Jim Kirk, “Honey, I’m here for you. I want to be that friend that you turn to, like Gary was for you, or Spock was back in the 19th century.”

Gary Mitchell had died the previous day while saving the life of Edith, and the life of McCoy’s daughter Joanna. There had been no time for a formal service for Kirk’s best friend.

Kirk gave in, and sat back down and held his wife’s hand. He set the case next to her again, and just as before, Baby Caroline reached out for it. Edith smiled at her child, and sat Caroline up so she could reach the case with her small hand. The two obvious openings to the case were pointed in the other direction. And at the instant Caroline touched the case, the two openings, which to his point remained unopened; opened.

Edith gasped and instantly snatched Caroline back away from the case. Kirk, once he was sure Caroline was safe, picked the case up and set back on the dresser he had been keeping it. Inside of the now opened case was a strange object, which pulsated with energy, and glowed with an alluring light that seemed to beckon Kirk. And as he stared at the object, a strange sensation swept over Kirk’s body, and more precisely, his entire being.

--
It didn’t take Kirk long to realize that he was no longer in his quarters on the Enterprise. He was back at the mansion, Kincaid’s mansion. But something was wrong with Kirk’s eyes, because even after blinking them several times, the main den of the mansion, the room in which he was in, cast a strange glow as well. Not only that, Kirk could hear the sound of his heart beating. And then, suddenly, Kirk realized he was no longer alone. He whirled around, and at the entrance of the den, he saw three people standing there; three people who were supposed to be dead; General Kincaid, Spock, and Gary Mitchell.

“Gary, General, Spock, how is this possible; you’re all dead?” Kirk asked as the three men walked towards him.

General Kincaid walked around Kirk, as if he was studying him, as the other two, Spock and Mitchell, watched.

“He is ignorant,” the beardless Spock, Kirk’s friend who had died in the mirror universe, said. “He can not understand.”

“He can learn,” Kincaid said as he rejoined the other two. “He is curious.”

“Wait a moment,” Kirk said to them, puzzled at his seeming to be a stranger to his three friends, “It’s me, Jim Kirk. Don’t you know who I am?”

“You must find the Emissary,” Gary said to Kirk. “Bring him to us, bring him to the place that exists between space, and your kind will be saved.”

Kirk took in his surrounding, and realized things were not as they seemed to be. All of this was happening inside of his mind, or to be more exact, inside of his memory. His essence was being communicated with by beings that had taken the form of the memories of his friends.

“I know who you are,” Kirk said to them. “You’re the beings that exist inside the wormhole; the ones the Bajorans worship. You gave the Orb to Kincaid.”

“Just as I knew,” Kincaid said to Spock, “He can learn.”

“His ability to comprehend is flawed,” Spock countered.

“He needs to be guided,” Gary said to Spock. Then Gary looked to Kirk. “You will find the Emissary on your world; he has been waiting for this day since the moment his linear existence began. Find him; he will know what to do.”

“How do I find him?” Kirk asked.

--
Suddenly, Kirk was back in his quarters, and Edith was standing before him, right next to the dresser where the opened case was. She closed the case up.

“Jim,” Edith said, “Are you okay?”

The dizziness in Kirk’s head started to fade away, and he smiled at his wife.

“I guess so,” Kirk said.

“What is that?” Edith asked, as she pointed at the object in Kirk’s hand.

Kirk was indeed holding something. He hadn’t moments ago, but now, he was. He held it up to look at it; it was a clear object, just larger than his hand, and was in the shape of a cube, and it was empty.

--
In the mid 21st century the smoking of cigars, pipes, cigarettes, and joints, was no longer against the law when done inside eating establishments, as long as minors were not allowed in the establishment. The laws against ‘smoke filled dives’ was eventually seen for what it was; invasive. If humans chose to smoke, drink, or take elicit drugs, it was their right to do so as long as they paid higher health premiums, which saw a boom in the healthcare insurance industry overnight.

One such swanky dive, located on Bourbon Street, on the south side of New Orleans, was called Sisko’s. Live jazz ....(to continue this chapter, please follow this link)

 

[RobertScorpio]

I just wanted to take this moment and wish this 'series' a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Feb 18, 2009 is when I started this 'soap opera' Star trek story. It hardly even resembles what it started out as. It is far from perfect, and at times I just wanted it to end. But it is definately a kick to write.

I started off with different 'actors' in the key roles, mainly the main Enterprise crew. But over time I have recasted my original picks with the actors/actress from STAR TREK XI; all except one..Jim Kirk.

Nothing against Chris Pine, I think he is great as Kirk. But I am still going with Brad Pitt as Kirk because, well, I just like him in this version of Kirk.

I recently got an email asking me if we will ever see Samuel Cogley again; we will. I got another Email about the Voyager crew I have spotlighted a couple times; I like them too. We will see them again.

And no, JP, Gary Mitchell isn't coming back this time; he's dead for good "Remnant or no remnant".

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

Robert Scorpio Presents

A Linear Life



Nadya Chekov and her older Peter sat quietly at their parent’s home just on the outskirts of Moscow Russia. The large mansion had been handed down to Mikiel Chekov by his father, and by his father to him. With the end of the world just over a day away, the servants had been allowed to leave and spend the final hours with their families.

Nadya had made arrangements to beam up to the Enterprise, with Peter and her parents. James Kirk had granted her permission to rejoin the crew, and bring her family as well. But all that had changed; at least most of it. For, as fate would have it, Tamara and Mikiel Chekov, mother and father of Nadya and Peter, were both dead.

The strain of events had taken their toll on Mikiel and his heart finally gave up, and he had died. Nadya was at Ominos, trying to put the affairs of the business in order, when she had gotten the message that her father had died. With the disappearance of Pavel, he had been missing for two weeks, Nadya was now the President of Ominos, and was busy making final business decisions at a time when Earth’s future was near its end.

Upon arriving at the hospital at the same time as her older brother Peter, they came to their father’s room only to find their mother dead as well. She had ingested a small vile of poison. Tamara had left her children a letter telling them that both she and their father had made a solemn vow to die together. After making final arrangements with the hospital, Nadya and Peter went to their parent’s home. They still had several hours before the Enterprise would beam them up.

With half of bottle of vodka nearly downed, the two siblings sat quietly at the large dining room table.

“I can’t believe it,” Peter said, softly, “In a span of a month we’ve lost mama, papa, and Pavel.”

“Pavel could still be alive,” Nadya replied. “Knowing him he’s up on one of those Romulan ships with that bitch Nor’vra.”

“Mama told me that you had your eye on Nor’vra,” Peter said with a leering smile at his sister. “You are a beautiful girl, Nadya; you need to find your self a good man and have children. Stop playing around with these other women and get yourself a man. And don’t worry about Pavel, he’ll be just fine.”

“I don’t know,” Peter said as he sipped more of his Vodka, “its been too long since we’ve heard from him.”

Suddenly the chimes of the main door sounded.

“I wonder who that could be?” Nadya asked.

“Probably a bill collector,” Peter said with a chuckle. “it’s the end of the world, and they still need to collect their debts.”

Nadya finished her drink, and then headed for the door. Peter followed behind her. Nadya unlocked the door and opened it to find a very handsome rugged man standing there at the front door step. Even though the man was a stranger, Nadya recognized his Romulan uniform immediately.

“Can we help you?” Nadya asked.

“My name I’lanti,” the Romulan said, “I am looking for Nadya Chekov.”

“What for?” Peter asked, in a protective tone.

I’lanti snapped his fingers and then two other Romulans came from the unseen area beyond the walk way. They were forcibly pulling Nor’vra with them.

“That’s Nor’vra, the Romulan praetor,” Nadya said with anger, “what are you doing with her?”

“Listen to me,” I’lanti said, “this, thing, isn’t Nor’vra. Upon my arrival back to Earth , I met with her two times for general tactical briefing, and I could tell, immediately, that this was not Nor’vra. After submitting her to scans we deduced she is actually a shape-shifter, and more than likely, a Founder.”

“What is a Founder?” Peter asked.

“A race of shape-shifters,” Nadya began to explain to her brother Peter, “that control the Gamma-Quadrant of the galaxy, on the other side of the galaxy. Why they would have anything to do with Earth is beyond me.”

“We do not have the time to concern ourselves as to why the Founder is here,” I’lanti interjected, “Through various means of, convincing, we were able extract information from the Founder that another Founder named Laas killed your brother Pavel weeks ago, and kidnapped Nor’vra, and is holding her captive somewhere in that building of yours.”

I’lanti pointed at the towering Ominos building in the distance.

“Pavel is dead?” Nadya asked as she hugged Peter.

“I am sorry to have to be the one to inform you of your brother’s possible death,” I’lanti said, “However; I must ask that you save your mourning until we can make sure that Nor’vra hasn’t lost her life as well.”

Nadya regained herself.

“Yes, I understand,” Nadya said.

“The security systems are proving harder to bypass,” I’lanti continued, “or I would have gone there myself. I was informed by Secretary of Defense Pike that you were the best chance at getting me inside so I could look for.”

“Sure,” Nadya said, fighting back her tears. “I will take you…”

“Please,” I’lanti said, “my ship will teleport us to the rooftop; in the interest of time.” I’lanti suggested.

“Very well,” Nadya said.

--
Moments later, Nadya, Peter, I’lanti, the two guards, and Lanyia, the Founder who was bounded by special bands that interfered with her morphing ability, beamed ...(please follow this link to continue)

 

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Robert Scorpio Presents

Benjamin Sisko and his son Jake had played catch many times. Being that baseball was Ben’s favorite sport, it was only natural that he would indoctrinate his son into the sport the moment Jake could hold a baseball. As Ben got older, and old shoulder wounds began to slow down his throwing speed, he became, more or less, the ‘catcher’ to Jake’s ‘pitcher’.

Jennifer watched her husband and son tossing the ball back and forth. She was pretty sure, since they were throwing the ball back and forth inside the club, and near a big window, that God would no doubt guide the ball threw the window; or maybe it was fate, but it would happen.

Jake had yet to really throw one of his fast pitches, no doubt taking it easy on his ‘old man’. But Jen knew it was coming. Jake had been slowly increasing the speed of his throws, and then it came; Ben’s first taunt.

“Come on Jake,” Ben said as he caught the ball. “You’re mom can throw harder than that,” Ben said with a smile.

“Oh shut up,” Jennifer said with a laugh. “I’m not that bad.”

Both Ben and Jake laughed.

“Sorry mom,” Jake said, “but who ever invented the phrase you throw like a girl, had to be talking about you.”

Both Ben and Jake began to laugh real hard.

“Alright,” Ben said as he began to compose himself, “my shoulder’s starting to hurt. One last toss, and this time,” Ben said as he threw the ball back to Jake, “throw it as hard as you can; for old time sake.”

--

Reality; what a concept.

The passage time, for a Q, was in the eyes of the beholder. To them, mere mortals were nothing more than like the bait on the end of a fishing line, which made a mortal’s existences much easier to live.

Trelane had no idea how long he had been kept inside of Q’s subspace bubble, nor did he care. At some point in Trelane’s existence he had been involved with an entire universe’s destruction, and that in fraction led to his powers being taken away; a sentence handed down by the Continuum.

“Have you learned your lesson, you young whipper-snapper?” came the sarcastic voice of Q.

Trelane, dressed in blue jeans and a white T-shirt, remained seated on the ground of the endless void as Q, clad in is over-the-top white robe, came closer.

“What do you want?” Trelane asked.

“Well,” Q said, looking down at the seated Trelane, “I can see you’re still moping around here as if none of this was your doing.”

“Me? What did I do?” Trelane asked.

“What did you do?” Q asked with a laugh. “You were trying to eliminate as many of us as possible so that you could be the ultimate ruler of the universe.”

“And I would have succeeded, if it hadn’t had been for that do-gooder Kirk.” Trelane came back with.

“Well,” Q said, as he squatted down to be at eye level with Trelane, “when you decide to get out of that magical mystery machine of yours, I have decided to give you a second chance at being a Q, as long as you behave yourself. And, luckily for you, Kirk is involved.”

“Can I kill him?” Trelane asked. “And what about Pike and Mitchell; can I kill them too?”

“Mitchell is already dead,” Q said, “and would already know this if you had thought about it for a moment longer.”

“Ah, yes,” Trelane said, “He is dead. Well, what about the other two?”

“No, well, not now at least,” Q replied, with a wry sense of humor. “Unfortunately, I’m going to have to wipe your memory clean for the most part of your mission, so you won’t even retain your memory.”

“What mission would that be?” Trelane asked.

Q stood back up.

“It’s those pesky beings inside that wormhole.” Q said, “The continuum has been trying for two eternities, nearly three, to get in there and gain control of their domain. But with all these ‘free will’ dribble do gooders floating about, we just haven’t been able to get anything done; until now.”

“What do I need to do?” Trelane asked.

“It appears as if Kirk, as well as the rest of humanity, is going to get the chance to enter the Throne of G’atul,” Q said.

“I thought it was called the Celestial Temple of the Prophets,” Trelane reminded Q.

“Oh whatever,” Q said, realizing his error. “When Kirk passes through the wormhole, with his own free will, you will be too. I am going to supplant your essence inside one of his most trusted acquaintances, and once you’re inside, you will act as a beacon for the Q. We will finally know where those upstart do-gooder beings are; and then we will come and show them how to be true gods.”

“Are you sure this isn’t against the code?” Trelane asked.

“Oh, others may protest, but who cares?” Q asked with a grin.

“What do I get out of this?” Trelane asked with a broad smile.

“You’ll be on my good side, which I might add, isn’t such a bad place to be.” Q stated.

“Wait a moment,” Trelane said, as he stood up. “You said that Kirk would be passing through the wormhole, and that the rest of humanity; what did you mean by that.”

“Oh,” Q said, as he as Trelane began to walk side by side. “I forgot that you were in here and didn’t get the latest newsletter.”

Q snapped his fingers and then the monthly Continuum Newsletter, an eight page brochure that highlighted recent events in the Continuum, appeared in Trelane’s hands.

“Hmmm,” Trelane said, “the destruction of Earth? This is a very big change of events.”

“Oh, that isn’t the half of it,” Q said, “turn the page and scroll down to the ‘spoilers’ section.”

Trelane did as Q suggested. Trelane read the bottom of the next page, an area that was reserved for upcoming events in reality and destiny. Trelane’s eyes got wider.

“NO WAY!” Trelane said with a grin, “This is going to be big.”

“I know,” Q said with a smile, “and we’re going to be in the middle of it.”

And with that, Q and Trelane vanished from the subspace bubble.

--

James Kirk and Spock were walking along the near barren sidewalks of downtown New Orleans, near the south end of Bourbon Street, when suddenly there was smashing sound. Both Kirk and Spock ducked, and then Kirk pointed at the origin of the sound. A broken window, and more interestingly enough, the baseball that had smashed out of the window from inside the building that had a sign attached to its entrance; Sisko’s. The baseball was along the road.

As Kirk watched the ball roll down the road, and towards him and Spock, Spock looked at the sign on the top the entrance from where the ball had come.

“Fascinating,” Spock said, as he watched Kirk bend over and pick the ball up.

“More like; amazing,” Kirk said as he saw the signature on the ball; Jackie Robinson.

“Captain,” Spock said, “I searched the local manifest of shops, and restaurants, I assure you that no such place was named Sisko’s.”

“That’s because,” a deep voice said from the entrance to Sisko’s, “most of my customers are the locals; not tourists. They know where this place is; and that’s...(to continue with this historic meeting please follow this link)

 

[RobertScorpio]

STAR TREK: The 21st Century has concluded its run...the story is now continued under the title of STAR TREK: EXODUS which you can find here >>>>>>>>> link