Star Trek; 21st Century
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I'm glad there's not another post yet, just caught up with the last two and I better get back to work!
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Thanks Admiral Gold. I like switching around to the various threads because it keeps it fresh, at least for me. The next one will deal with Gary Mitchell being a single dad; and all that comes with that.
But don't worry, the SCIFI elements of the stories will be kicking in soon. But I love all this character stuff too. Hope you're enjoying it all..
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Robert Scorpio presents
“Both Sides Now”
The sound of a Barry White recording was heard playing through-out the medium sized apartment, which was located in the downtown area of San Diego California. Gary Mitchell had kept an apartment there for nearly seven years, and was the first place he thought of calling home, when the Enterprise finally returned from the Delta-Quadrant.
Luckily, for Mitchell, one of the better daycare facilities was located nearby, which worked perfectly for him. There were still official matters to deal with concerning his actions when he had been overtaken by the Remnant that once was inside of his mind. The Starfleet Earth Security Investigation Team, led by Steve McGarrett, had wanted a complete debriefing about his time under the influence of the Remnant. Mitchell was obliging, and was thankful that Jim Kirk, the friend who he had betrayed, was still the good friend he had always been.
But on this night, Friday night, Mitchell was ready for some adult fun. His son David Mitchell (David Marcus now with a name change) was at the sitter’s. Kirk had just left with his own date, and now Mitchell was waiting for his date to come back into the living room, after excusing her self to change into something more comfortable.
Sure, he was sort of dating Nayda Chekov. But she had asked for time apart while she dealt with family issues back at home (which savvy readers know all). This would allow both of them to date others in the meantime, and if fate brought them back together, then they would pick back up where they left off.
Mitchell’s date on this night was news reporter who had been covering the return of the Enterprise’s crew. Her name was Amber Frost, and she was the most attractive blond bomb-shell Mitchell had ever been on a date with. And now she was in his apartment, in his bathroom, changing into something more comfortable. Life couldn’t get any better; well actually it could, he thought to himself, if he got lucky later on in the night. Mitchell sat on the two cushioned couch, and had poured two glasses of wine, and waited in anticipation for Amber’s return to the living room. He didn’t have to wait too long. Almost on cue, Amber came back wearing a sheer, and very sexy, teddy; with nothing on underneath. Gary’s jaw almost dropped at sight of her, and the erotic mood she had now place the both of them into. He stood up and walked over to her, and without a single word, they began to kiss each other as if they had been starved for a kiss.
“I love the outfit,” Mitchell whispered into her ear.
“I can tell,” she whispered back as her hand glided over his male excitement.
It was clear that the wine would have to wait, because the passion of the moment had taken over. Gary Mitchell slid Amber up, and her legs wrapped around his midsection as he carried her into the bedroom. He soon stood over the bed and let her fall, gently, on to the soft blankets. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him take off his shirt, and then his trousers. He removed his briefs, and she gave him a very coy look as he looked down on her.
And then, the phone rang. Gary Mitchell picked up the phone just as Amber touched him intimately.
“What was that?” Mitchell said into the phone. “What did you say?”
It was the sitter telling Mitchell that his son, David, who was to have stayed at the sitter’s for the night, had come down with a temperature and that it meant he had to come home. Mitchell looked down at Amber, who was strategically between his legs, and about to do her thing.
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The next morning, around 5:AM, James T Kirk (please go HERE to continue)
“Both Sides Now”
The sound of a Barry White recording was heard playing through-out the medium sized apartment, which was located in the downtown area of San Diego California. Gary Mitchell had kept an apartment there for nearly seven years, and was the first place he thought of calling home, when the Enterprise finally returned from the Delta-Quadrant.
Luckily, for Mitchell, one of the better daycare facilities was located nearby, which worked perfectly for him. There were still official matters to deal with concerning his actions when he had been overtaken by the Remnant that once was inside of his mind. The Starfleet Earth Security Investigation Team, led by Steve McGarrett, had wanted a complete debriefing about his time under the influence of the Remnant. Mitchell was obliging, and was thankful that Jim Kirk, the friend who he had betrayed, was still the good friend he had always been.
But on this night, Friday night, Mitchell was ready for some adult fun. His son David Mitchell (David Marcus now with a name change) was at the sitter’s. Kirk had just left with his own date, and now Mitchell was waiting for his date to come back into the living room, after excusing her self to change into something more comfortable.
Sure, he was sort of dating Nayda Chekov. But she had asked for time apart while she dealt with family issues back at home (which savvy readers know all). This would allow both of them to date others in the meantime, and if fate brought them back together, then they would pick back up where they left off.
Mitchell’s date on this night was news reporter who had been covering the return of the Enterprise’s crew. Her name was Amber Frost, and she was the most attractive blond bomb-shell Mitchell had ever been on a date with. And now she was in his apartment, in his bathroom, changing into something more comfortable. Life couldn’t get any better; well actually it could, he thought to himself, if he got lucky later on in the night. Mitchell sat on the two cushioned couch, and had poured two glasses of wine, and waited in anticipation for Amber’s return to the living room. He didn’t have to wait too long. Almost on cue, Amber came back wearing a sheer, and very sexy, teddy; with nothing on underneath. Gary’s jaw almost dropped at sight of her, and the erotic mood she had now place the both of them into. He stood up and walked over to her, and without a single word, they began to kiss each other as if they had been starved for a kiss.
“I love the outfit,” Mitchell whispered into her ear.
“I can tell,” she whispered back as her hand glided over his male excitement.
It was clear that the wine would have to wait, because the passion of the moment had taken over. Gary Mitchell slid Amber up, and her legs wrapped around his midsection as he carried her into the bedroom. He soon stood over the bed and let her fall, gently, on to the soft blankets. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him take off his shirt, and then his trousers. He removed his briefs, and she gave him a very coy look as he looked down on her.
And then, the phone rang. Gary Mitchell picked up the phone just as Amber touched him intimately.
“What was that?” Mitchell said into the phone. “What did you say?”
It was the sitter telling Mitchell that his son, David, who was to have stayed at the sitter’s for the night, had come down with a temperature and that it meant he had to come home. Mitchell looked down at Amber, who was strategically between his legs, and about to do her thing.
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The next morning, around 5:AM, James T Kirk (please go HERE to continue)
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Robert Scorpio presents
and special guest star
“The Good Sister”
Special cameo appearance by
Secretary of Defense Christopher Pike
The size of Pavel Chekov’s parent company, Omnino, surprised his sister Nadya. The main corporate headquarters, located just outside of Moscow, was one of the most massive complexes on Earth. They had holdings in media, real estate, medical science, art, and many more endeavors. And as she strolled with her brother through the massive corporate headquarters, Nadya came to respect her brother even more. Pavel Chekov had accomplished a great deal, and for that, Nadya thought to her self, their father and mother had to be proud.
The tour of the facility ended at Pavel’s office/suite, which was located and took up the entire top three floors. Among other things there were two Olympic size swimming pools, a large living area, a sports fitness room, a private kitchen and serving area. There was a basketball court, tennis court; it was Pavel’s own private world.
“This is incredible,” Nadya said to Pavel. “You have done quite well for yourself, older brother.”
“Father,” Pavel said, “was much like you, as you know. His head was always in the stars, which is why we loved him so much. But he never knew how to handle the fortune that Grandpapa passed down to him. I just took what Grandpapa set aside and made it grow and invested in the ideas I thought would work. And now Omnino is one of the worlds most powerful companies, I would love for you to come and work with me. I want the name of a national hero in the forefront…”
“Father is a national hero,” Nadya interjected.
“Our father will not live forever,” Pavel said to her as he held her hand. “I want the face of modern hero, a face that will connect yesterday and today; with tomorrow. You, my very own sister, could be that person. You know,” Pavel said. “It is believed by many that we, the Russian people, became the inheritors of the Roman Empire when the Byzantine Empire finally collapsed in 1453 at Constantinople. And that, by extension, Moscow soon became the third Rome with the rise of the Czars. Help me bring pride back to our people.”
Nadya loved her brother’s passion about the past. It was very alluring, and, it did appeal to her. Nadya was proud of her heritage, of Russia’s past as well.
Finally Pavel brought Nadya into his large office, which had a view of Moscow that was stunning. Nadya also noticed the emblem of the company. It was made of three large slabs of marble; Two eyes, separated by a sword. It was very impressive. It was mounted above Pavel’s desk wall.
“So, little sister, what do you think?” Pavel asked as he sat behind his desk. “We’ve both come very far from those days we played doctor as kids; haven’t we?”
“Oh Pavel,” Nadya said as she blushed.
“I’m serious,” Pavel said, “you’re a national hero, I’m a successful businessman.”
“Can I think about it?” Nadya asked.
“Take as much time as you wish,” Pavel said. “Just don’t let any of your friends in Starfleet make your mind up for you. I know you’ve had your eye on the one named Gary Mitchell. From what I know of him, perhaps he too would want this kind of life for you, or maybe he will not. But don’t let him sway you too much. And before you ask advice from your Captain, James T Kirk, always remember that he is America’s greatest hero right now, so please don’t let him sway too much you either. I want you,” Pavel said as he stood up and came over to his sister, “you, the heroine of Russian tomorrow, to make your mind up on your own.”
“I will,” Nadya said softly to him.
And with that, Nadya left Pavel in his office. She had a flight to catch, which was going to take her back to Starfleet. But now she had a decision to make. Much had happened during her career with Starfleet, and not all of it was good. She still, occasionally, had nightmares about the time when Khan put the parasite inside of her ear, and all that came from it. Space had an infinite amount of danger associated with it. But, she was like her father; she loved the thrill of being in space, and the joy of finding new avenues of knowledge that man had never known.
She got into a Taxi-pod as it came out of the sky, and stopped where she stood outside the complex. She climbed into it, and then it took off and headed for the airport.
From inside his office, Pavel Chekov watched the Taxi-pod Nadya was in stream away towards the airport in the near distance. Pavel was already aware of the next part of the puzzle; and it was going to happen at the airport, if his information was correct.
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The Taxi-pod landed at the airport, the door opened, but before she could get out, two men got..(to continue, please click HERE..and thanks)
and special guest star
“The Good Sister”
Special cameo appearance by
Secretary of Defense Christopher Pike
The size of Pavel Chekov’s parent company, Omnino, surprised his sister Nadya. The main corporate headquarters, located just outside of Moscow, was one of the most massive complexes on Earth. They had holdings in media, real estate, medical science, art, and many more endeavors. And as she strolled with her brother through the massive corporate headquarters, Nadya came to respect her brother even more. Pavel Chekov had accomplished a great deal, and for that, Nadya thought to her self, their father and mother had to be proud.
The tour of the facility ended at Pavel’s office/suite, which was located and took up the entire top three floors. Among other things there were two Olympic size swimming pools, a large living area, a sports fitness room, a private kitchen and serving area. There was a basketball court, tennis court; it was Pavel’s own private world.
“This is incredible,” Nadya said to Pavel. “You have done quite well for yourself, older brother.”
“Father,” Pavel said, “was much like you, as you know. His head was always in the stars, which is why we loved him so much. But he never knew how to handle the fortune that Grandpapa passed down to him. I just took what Grandpapa set aside and made it grow and invested in the ideas I thought would work. And now Omnino is one of the worlds most powerful companies, I would love for you to come and work with me. I want the name of a national hero in the forefront…”
“Father is a national hero,” Nadya interjected.
“Our father will not live forever,” Pavel said to her as he held her hand. “I want the face of modern hero, a face that will connect yesterday and today; with tomorrow. You, my very own sister, could be that person. You know,” Pavel said. “It is believed by many that we, the Russian people, became the inheritors of the Roman Empire when the Byzantine Empire finally collapsed in 1453 at Constantinople. And that, by extension, Moscow soon became the third Rome with the rise of the Czars. Help me bring pride back to our people.”
Nadya loved her brother’s passion about the past. It was very alluring, and, it did appeal to her. Nadya was proud of her heritage, of Russia’s past as well.
Finally Pavel brought Nadya into his large office, which had a view of Moscow that was stunning. Nadya also noticed the emblem of the company. It was made of three large slabs of marble; Two eyes, separated by a sword. It was very impressive. It was mounted above Pavel’s desk wall.
“So, little sister, what do you think?” Pavel asked as he sat behind his desk. “We’ve both come very far from those days we played doctor as kids; haven’t we?”
“Oh Pavel,” Nadya said as she blushed.
“I’m serious,” Pavel said, “you’re a national hero, I’m a successful businessman.”
“Can I think about it?” Nadya asked.
“Take as much time as you wish,” Pavel said. “Just don’t let any of your friends in Starfleet make your mind up for you. I know you’ve had your eye on the one named Gary Mitchell. From what I know of him, perhaps he too would want this kind of life for you, or maybe he will not. But don’t let him sway you too much. And before you ask advice from your Captain, James T Kirk, always remember that he is America’s greatest hero right now, so please don’t let him sway too much you either. I want you,” Pavel said as he stood up and came over to his sister, “you, the heroine of Russian tomorrow, to make your mind up on your own.”
“I will,” Nadya said softly to him.
And with that, Nadya left Pavel in his office. She had a flight to catch, which was going to take her back to Starfleet. But now she had a decision to make. Much had happened during her career with Starfleet, and not all of it was good. She still, occasionally, had nightmares about the time when Khan put the parasite inside of her ear, and all that came from it. Space had an infinite amount of danger associated with it. But, she was like her father; she loved the thrill of being in space, and the joy of finding new avenues of knowledge that man had never known.
She got into a Taxi-pod as it came out of the sky, and stopped where she stood outside the complex. She climbed into it, and then it took off and headed for the airport.
From inside his office, Pavel Chekov watched the Taxi-pod Nadya was in stream away towards the airport in the near distance. Pavel was already aware of the next part of the puzzle; and it was going to happen at the airport, if his information was correct.
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Robert Scorpio presents
We Don’t Always Win
James Kirk piloted the Travel-pod through a setting of trees, and landed it next to Lt. Commander Nigel Garrison. Kirk had not been to Georgia in quite sometime, and would have preferred to Transport in. But with the local Transporter net down for upgrades, Kirk was forced to fly over to Georgia, via San Francisco, a journey which took nearly twenty-five minutes. Kirk stepped out of the Pod and shook hands with Garrison.
“How is he,” Kirk asked, in reference to McCoy, who was somewhere inside the massive home Kirk had parked the Pod next to.
“He’s not taking it well, sir,” Garrison said. “He was pretty close to Ms. Bennett, and I think her sudden death, and his inability to save her, is really bringing him down.”
“Alright,” Kirk said, and then he changed subjects. “I’ll take it from here. Starfleet expects you to be back there with-in the hour to give your debriefing on Gary Mitchell. They want to know what you witnessed, and what your impressions were of him, in those final weeks he had or didn’t have his powers.”
“I’ll do my best sir,” Garrison.
“I know you will,” Kirk said with a smile. “And don’t let McGarrett rattle you with his questions. He may seem like an asshole, well he is an asshole, but he’s a good guy.”
“I will try to remember that,” Garrison said with a smile as he climbed into the travel Pod.
Kirk stood back and watched Garrison expertly pilot the Pod up through the setting of trees, and then watched as the Pod zipped away towards the west. Kirk walked across the steps, which led to the front door of the Bennett estate. Kirk knocked on the door.
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Across the valley from where the Bennett home stood there was another large estate, which at the center, there was another large home. The land, and the home, belonged to Lloyd Denue.
Lloyd Denue stood on one of the balconies of his large home, and looked through a set of high-power hunting binoculars. He had watched as the Pod that Garrison piloted disappeared into the distance, and now watched as Kirk was let inside of the Bennett home.
“Great, just great,” Denue said, under is breath, with a tinge of anger in his voice.
Another man stood behind him; Jackson Allison, husband of Torsha Bennett.
“What’s wrong, who was in the Pod?” Allison asked.
“James T Kirk,” Denue replied, with a slight sound of worry in his voice.
“The Starfleet Captain, he’s here?” Allison asked.
“Yeah, he’s here,” Denue said. “No doubt he is a friend of McCoy’s. Look,” Devue said, shifting gears, “until Kirk leaves, let’s ratchet things down. I’ve studied Kirk’s career, and that guy is smart, and has the luck of the Irish. We’ll just keep things where they are, until after the service, and then we will move to the next part of the plan.”
“I’m not afraid of Kirk,” Allison said.
“Well,” Denue said, “I am. Just go back over there and be a good husband to your wife and wait for the signal.”
“Alright,” Allison said, “but the moment I get that signal from you; I’m going to snap Torsha’s neck.”
“No you won’t,” Denue said. “If you do that, kill her like that, it will only cast suspicion on to you, which would ruin everything we have worked for. She will die, but she must die in the way I have already explained to you. Listen to me; we’re close, very close to the end of this entire charade, so stay focused.”
Jackson Allison did as he was told, and left the balcony, and made his way to his own travel Pod, and headed back to the Bennett estate. For now, Jackson Allison thought to himself, he would do what Denue ordered; but Jackson had his own plans for the demise of his wife Torsha; and if McCoy, or even the legendary Captain James T Kirk, stood in his way? Jackson Allison would kill them too.
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Jim Kirk stepped inside the home, and was greeted by...to continue, please follow this link HERE
We Don’t Always Win
James Kirk piloted the Travel-pod through a setting of trees, and landed it next to Lt. Commander Nigel Garrison. Kirk had not been to Georgia in quite sometime, and would have preferred to Transport in. But with the local Transporter net down for upgrades, Kirk was forced to fly over to Georgia, via San Francisco, a journey which took nearly twenty-five minutes. Kirk stepped out of the Pod and shook hands with Garrison.
“How is he,” Kirk asked, in reference to McCoy, who was somewhere inside the massive home Kirk had parked the Pod next to.
“He’s not taking it well, sir,” Garrison said. “He was pretty close to Ms. Bennett, and I think her sudden death, and his inability to save her, is really bringing him down.”
“Alright,” Kirk said, and then he changed subjects. “I’ll take it from here. Starfleet expects you to be back there with-in the hour to give your debriefing on Gary Mitchell. They want to know what you witnessed, and what your impressions were of him, in those final weeks he had or didn’t have his powers.”
“I’ll do my best sir,” Garrison.
“I know you will,” Kirk said with a smile. “And don’t let McGarrett rattle you with his questions. He may seem like an asshole, well he is an asshole, but he’s a good guy.”
“I will try to remember that,” Garrison said with a smile as he climbed into the travel Pod.
Kirk stood back and watched Garrison expertly pilot the Pod up through the setting of trees, and then watched as the Pod zipped away towards the west. Kirk walked across the steps, which led to the front door of the Bennett estate. Kirk knocked on the door.
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Across the valley from where the Bennett home stood there was another large estate, which at the center, there was another large home. The land, and the home, belonged to Lloyd Denue.
Lloyd Denue stood on one of the balconies of his large home, and looked through a set of high-power hunting binoculars. He had watched as the Pod that Garrison piloted disappeared into the distance, and now watched as Kirk was let inside of the Bennett home.
“Great, just great,” Denue said, under is breath, with a tinge of anger in his voice.
Another man stood behind him; Jackson Allison, husband of Torsha Bennett.
“What’s wrong, who was in the Pod?” Allison asked.
“James T Kirk,” Denue replied, with a slight sound of worry in his voice.
“The Starfleet Captain, he’s here?” Allison asked.
“Yeah, he’s here,” Denue said. “No doubt he is a friend of McCoy’s. Look,” Devue said, shifting gears, “until Kirk leaves, let’s ratchet things down. I’ve studied Kirk’s career, and that guy is smart, and has the luck of the Irish. We’ll just keep things where they are, until after the service, and then we will move to the next part of the plan.”
“I’m not afraid of Kirk,” Allison said.
“Well,” Denue said, “I am. Just go back over there and be a good husband to your wife and wait for the signal.”
“Alright,” Allison said, “but the moment I get that signal from you; I’m going to snap Torsha’s neck.”
“No you won’t,” Denue said. “If you do that, kill her like that, it will only cast suspicion on to you, which would ruin everything we have worked for. She will die, but she must die in the way I have already explained to you. Listen to me; we’re close, very close to the end of this entire charade, so stay focused.”
Jackson Allison did as he was told, and left the balcony, and made his way to his own travel Pod, and headed back to the Bennett estate. For now, Jackson Allison thought to himself, he would do what Denue ordered; but Jackson had his own plans for the demise of his wife Torsha; and if McCoy, or even the legendary Captain James T Kirk, stood in his way? Jackson Allison would kill them too.
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EARTH
STARFLEET COMPLEX
SAN FRANCISCO BAY
“Wishes and Horses”
written by Robert Scorpio
Admiral Cartwright stared at the live image of the USS ENTERPRISE on the large view screen in the main ops control at Starfleet’s headquarters in San Francisco. The ship, currently the property of James T Kirk, after a ruling by the Federation, was just sitting up in space, near Earth, with technological secrets that would, if Kirk would simply let Starfleet dissect the ship, put the Federation far ahead of the Klingon Empire, and other potential threats. Why Kirk didn’t see that way had baffled Cartwright.
“Why don’t we just beam aboard her, sir?” Commodore Robau, who shared Cartwright’s sentiments, asked as he came over to the Admiral. “Kirk would never know.”
“First off,” Cartwright said, “as Fat Albert would say, that would be wrong.” Cartwright. “And second, Kirk activated the ship’s force-field. And there is nothing, either ours, the Vulcans, it doesn’t matter, no one has anything that can penetrate it.”
“Why doesn’t Pike just order Kirk to let us board her?” Robau countered.
“I know that I would,” Cartwright replied. “But, like Kirk, Pike has his doubts about Starfleet having access to the kinds of technology on that ship. One would think, with a dormant Borg ship on our doorstep, we wouldn’t care whether or not we became too strong; it’s a silly argument.”
Both men continued to stare at the beautiful Enterprise which came from another universe. The ship oozed power. And, like a Christmas present beneath the tree two days before Christmas, it sat up there in space, teasing the two men who wanted to ‘open’ it.
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In another part of the Starfleet complex, a small hearing was being held to decide the matter of Gary Mitchell. Most of Mitchell’s more egregious acts were committed before Earth had joined the Federation. Gary Mitchell sat at a desk, along with his hand chosen council, Samuel T Cogley, in the center of the hearing setting. An array of important dignitaries sat along a bank of chairs behind a massive curved desk/podium.
On the far left was SEASIT’s chief investigator, Steve McGarrett. Sitting next to McGarrett was Secretary of Defense Christopher Pike. Next to Pike sat the Vulcan Ambassador Sarek. Next to Sarek was the President of Earth, and it’s ambassador to the Federation; Harsha Jadhav. Next to Jadhav sat the Chairman of the Earth’s Supreme Court; Theodore Clemons, who hailed from Chad, and who was also speaking.
“Mr. Cogley; over five thousand people were killed when the asteroid fragment, which your client has admitted being in control of, smashed into that island. Why should he not pay for that crime? Or what about the admitted murders of those astronauts, under his command that he admits to killing up on Mars?” (Both events that every savvy reader can remember from sometime back…way back).
“My client,” Cogley said, “admitted to those crimes, but let us all be clear about this; he does not admit to the guilt of being responsible of doing them under his own free will. At that time, his actions were not his. His mind had become twisted-up with the strange force that we now know he had been born with, and had existed in his family’s bloodline for over fifty-thousand years.”
“And we are to excuse him,” Judge Clemons, “simply because he is no longer possessed.”
“I find it hard to accept my self, sir,” McGarrett said on the far side of the table. “But we have all been witnessed to strange events in our world’s short time in this new era of space awareness.”
“Well,” Judge Clemons concluded, “due to on going mitigation with the Vulcan Ambassador and the Earth President, both seated here at this table,” Clemons announced, “all charges are to be dropped. However, it is the conclusion of this judge, and the two esteemed government officials, that Commander Mitchell he be required to undergo unscheduled mental exams to be sure that he does not become unstable in the future.”
The judge picked up his gavel and pounded it on the catcher.
“This hearing is adjourned,” Clemons told them all.
Gary Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief, and shook Cogley’s hand.
President Jadhav, and Ambassador Sarek, came down to the lower level to shake Mitchell’s hands.
“Thank you so much,” Mitchell told them both.
“You played valiant part in bringing your stranded crew home,” President Jadhav, “and, in the future, if we encounter the Kazon, or the other races you encountered while over there, we will have your own reports to help guide us in any future relations.”
“I agree with your President,” Sarek said. “You have done the Federation a great service, and you proved you now have your own will back. It also helps that you and I shared that mind-meld inside of Ilya’s mind those many months ago. I was able to see into your,” Sarek paused, “soul; and I determined to you be a good person of sound character, if not a bit of a free spirit, at the core.”
“Thank you very much, sir, both of you in fact,” Mitchell said with respect in his voice.
“Well,” Mitchell said to Cogley, “what now?”
“Have you ever had sex with a woman who only had one leg?” Cogley asked, once Sarek and Present Jadhav were well out of hearing range; though, as Sarek left the room, Cogley swore the Ambassador cocked a slight grin his way.
“Umm, no,” Mitchell said. “Besides, I need to get back home. My sitter isn’t going to like that I’m this late.”
“Really,” Cogley said as he packed up his suit case, “is she hot? I hear there is no hotter sex than with a babysitter.”
“I’ll be sure not to invite you over when she’s at my house,” Mitchell said with a weary voice, “I wouldn’t be able to trust you.”
The two men headed out of the hearing room.
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Legrange Georgia;
With McCoy finally sleeping, due to help from Captain Morgan’s spiced rum, Kirk took...click here to continue this story..and thanks again!
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When Fates Collides
EARTH
LEGRANGE, GEORGIA
It was nearly 1am in the morning, and a small pub in downtown Legrange Georgia was nearly empty, with just a few stragglers left. Some of the tables had already been cleared of their settings, and had their chairs set on top of them, as the restaurant’s crew had begun to clean-up an hour before closing.
At one of the back tables sat two people who had met for the very first time. Two people who were destined to share the love of their life, but for how long, only fate could tell; James T Kirk and Edith Keeler.
Kirk had been surprised to find that it had been the beautiful Edith Keeler who had been following him as he made his way through the downtown setting of Legrange. The only reason he knew her name was because he saw her on TV recently being interviewed. She was one of the leaders of an environmentalist group called Greenspace, a spinoff of the century old activist group called Greenpeace.
Kirk didn’t tell Edith Keeler, but he had already met her, in essence, in another universe. In the mirror-universe, the other Edith Keeler was a freedom fighter on a nearly destroyed Earth who was trying to prevent the Kirk from that universe from handing over Earth’s survivors to the dreaded Klingon-Cardassian alliance. But that Edith, and that other universe, had been destroyed, and no longer existed.
When she finally entered the crowded club down the street, where he first saw her, Kirk confronted her and demanded to know why she was following him. She asked to be heard, in a quieter place, and so they had come to the much smaller pub. Out of courtesy they each ordered a drink from the waiter. Edith ordered a small diet soda, where as Kirk ordered a bottle of Michelob beer.
“Alright,” Kirk said with a curious smile as the waitress walked away after having taken their order, “why are you following me Ms. Keeler?”
“Mister Kirk,” Keeler began to say, but then Kirk cut in.
“Jim,” Kirk said, “Please call me; Jim.”
James T Kirk found him self drawn to this Edith Keeler as he had been to the other Edith in the other reality. He didn’t know how, or why, but Kirk knew that they were destined to share more than two drinks at a pub in Georgia.
“Very well,” Edith said with a slight smile, “Jim, I want you to promise me that you will not give that ship to Starfleet or the Federation.”
“You followed me here to tell me that?” Kirk asked as the waiter placed their drinks on the table. Kirk took a drink from his bottle, forced the first swig down, and then he continued. “Don’t worry,” Kirk told her, “I have no intention of doing that.”
“What would happen to that ship if you died?” Keeler came back with quickly. “Have you prepared for that possibility?”
Kirk shook his head.
“Look, Edith,” Kirk said, “I am not about to die. But if it’s that important to you, I will have my lawyer draw up a will once I get back to San Francisco. Will that do? But why is your organization so interested in what happens to that ship?”
“Mankind,” Keeler told Earth, “had practically ruined Earth with his pollution and burning of fossil fuels until the changes that were made near the start of this century.”
“I know,” Kirk said to her, “and those changes ruined most of the world’s economy in the process.”
“No one said it was going to be easy,” Keeler said in a defensive way, “but in the end it worked out. But now mankind is going out into space, and I fear, we will be taking the same old habits we’ve only just recently controlled. I fear our ability to destroy our surroundings is no more different than an alcoholic’s eternal struggle to not drink. I fear we can easily revert to our old ways, and pollute space.”
“I understand your fears, and for similar reasons,” Kirk told her, “I won’t hand over the Enterprise. But I can’t help but wonder why you didn’t just send me a letter, or ask to meet me through official means. Why did you have to take such cloak-and-dagger precautions?”
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Star Trek
Phase One
*now titled STAR TREK: The 21st Century
Birth
(Author’s notes. The next two segments of the story will be highlights of Khan’s previous appearances in the story. I have received a few emails asking me to just to a real clip highlight refresher, so here it is. Remember that these events take place BEFORE Earth had joined the Federation, and the first mission to Mars was happening. Earth had, as of yet, made no contact with any alien races. Spock wasn’t a Vulcan yet, he was a computer unit that was just a box on Kirk’s chair. Though, in later highlight, he would have made the progression to an android, and I think even his Vulcan self.)
A dark room was illuminated with only the light of rows and rows of blinking computer panels, and control panels. The control panels were set atop over 60 cylinder shaped objects, each containing a human inhabitant in deep sleep. They were all illegally created genetically enhance humans.
In the early 2020s, scientists from all the major superpowers had experimented with mixing the DNA of, at first, animals. And then, against all international laws, these secret experiments began to combine the DNA of humans with animals. Some skirted the laws by combining, and enhancing, human attributes. But either way, by the time the 2030 came around, a new, enforceable international law was passed prohibiting all such tests and experiments.
Rumors abounded that nearly 60 embryos that had been created in those illegal days had vanished, with out trace. The rumors faded over time, and by the 2050s the rumors were part of the past. But the rumors were true. The embryos had indeed survived, and were kept hidden, by a man who had designs to take over the world. His name was John Gill. He believed that Earth would only survive unless one man, or woman, ruled it. His idea government would one not be unlike that of Hitler’s Germany. But instead of a mad man running it, as Hitler was, a rational man like Gill would. To him it was a most logical conclusion.
He had served for three terms in the United States Senate. He had traveled the world many times in those years, and that is when he began to see the truth of his vision. And, so, in 2031 when the new anti-DNA laws were passed, Gill used his massive wealth to obtain the last 60 embryos in an ultra-secretive transaction. Only two others knew who had acquired them, and those two died mysterious death days after the transaction was final, his wife being one of them.
John Gill had doubts that the new UN NATIONS charter would ever take hold. With several key nations holding out, it was his opinion that a one world government would not come from the new deal. He also believed that the new United Space Agency, and it’s military wing, the United Space Service, were just ways to hide an attempt to some day take by force what the United Nations could not take with signatures on paper. Gill saw the UN as a future thread to self determination.
Gill sat in his office which was situated above the incubation chamber which contained the 60 embryo survivors; that were now adults waiting to be awakened. Their minds were so enhance that with-in a span of three months, the special one that was chosen for the first mission, infiltrating the USS ENTERPRISE, would be a genius with a memory of a life never lived. All Gill needed to know was the nationality of the person for whom the one chosen would replace.
There was a knock on his office door, and then the door opened. A man walked in holding a brief case. His name was Norman Weyoun.
“I trust,” John Gill said, “that you have brought me a name.”
Weyoun nodded. “It wasn’t easy, Mister Gill,” Weyoun said. “The names of those who are going on the first mission to Mars are ultra top secret. I had to apply more money to the situation.”
“I will compensate you, by a factor of ten, the amount of money it cost you. That was our deal,” Gill said.
“Yes, it was,” Weyoun said. “I trust you will have already transferred the amount to my account in the Caymans by the time I leave.”
Gill nodded. “I will indeed.”
Weyoun walked over to the desk where Gill sat and placed the brief case on it. He opened it and inside was forged papers that would be needed for Gill’s chosen one to infiltrate the Mars mission.
Gill took out the file the contained the name that would have to be used. Such a person had really existed, but part of Weyoun’s contract also included his ‘getting rid’ of the real person behind the name, and to provide current, up to date, photographs for face reconstruction, which would be completed with in one week, on the chosen enhanced human.
“Khan Noonien Singh,” Gill said. “What a noble sounding name.”
“Do you have an Indian, Sihk Indian, in your brood?” Weyound asked.
“I do indeed,” Gill said. “After his face is altered, a face that he actually has never seen, he will do just perfectly. For all he will ever know, he will actually be this Khan Noonien Singh.”
Weyoun nodded, then left the office. Gill turned his chair back the other way, and looked down upon the rows of enhanced humans. He pressed a button on his main panel, and one of the sleeping chambers slowly became lighted.
“Hello, my son,” Gill said with a smile. “Khan Noonien Singh.”
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Several weeks later…
Khan Noonien Singh sat in his home, which was located in the southern part of Punjab India. It was the middle of the afternoon, and it was raining. The monsoon season had passed, but the humidity still remained, and with it, the rain as well. This would be his last night on Earth for quite some time. The Enterprise would be leaving for Mars in one week, but all essential personal were required to be aboard the ship in the next two days. So, he would spend this last day, at home, with his family.
Sonali, his wife, was at the local college, attending class. It was early in the afternoon and she would not be home until later in the evening. Their child, Pativ, was at school as well. He was only nine years old, but he was already learning at an advanced level. Khan was proud of his son’s success.
As Khan sat in the chair, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, and he was silent. For all of his success, his life all seemed so hollow to him. For the past few days he had a detached sensation in his mind, and it seemed that everything around him was a dream. In fact, as he stared at his face in the mirror, sometimes he felt he was staring at the face of a stranger.
What Khan didn’t know, nor could he, was that he was the product of illegal genetic engineering, and false memory enhancements. In fact, his name wasn’t even Khan, and the face he was staring at was someone else’s. His memories were those of another man, who was killed, so as to steal his memories and put them into Khan’s mind. The career he enjoyed as an engineering maintenance specialist aboard the new USS ENTERPRISE had been the dead man’s career. But none of this was known to Khan, because in his mind, he was that man; he was Khan.
Khan’s actual physical body was one of sixty persons that the world had thought were destroyed decades ago, when they were still embryos. They were actually kept alive by a man, John Gill, who hoped to use these enhanced beings to take over the world and to install a world government that he thought would be best for all. He would model the new government after the model of Hitler’s Germany.
When the United Space Agency announced plans to go to Mars, John Gill saw it as man’s first ability to leave Earth, and to establish his footprint into space. But what good would a new world order do on Earth unless the coming colonies on Mars were not part of it. To that end, Gill decided to use his race of enhanced humans, to infiltrate the mission so as to steer it into the direction he wanted. Khan was just one of seven enhanced beings who had infiltrated the Space Agency, and had been assigned to the first mission to colonize Mars. Each was given face grafts of real people, all of whom had been killed, and after their memories had been applied to their replacements.
John Gill would use what ever power was at his disposal to assure that his seven ‘children’ were part of the crew that would be left on Mars to build that world. Khan, with his unique abilities, would become one of the leaders, and the Space Agency would be forced to reward his contributions. And with his magnetic personality, Khan would, in a few years time, be in position to rule Mars, or so that is how John Gill had planned it.
But, on this day, Khan was sitting alone, staring at his image, and slowly losing his mind. He subconsciously had taken out a pair of sharp scissors from his wife’s sewing kit, and had carved a sliver of marble from the sink covering. There was an urge inside of him, and he didn’t understand it. But it was not normal.
Sometime later, it could have been hours, Khan couldn’t tell, he heard a voice calling for him. It was far in the distance, and as he stared at his face in the mirror, he felt his hand gripping the scissors even tighter. The voice belonged to Sonali, his wife. She must have come home from college.
Khan looked up at the clock on the wall of the room and saw that it was nearly 6:30pm. He had been staring at his face, and lost in his hazy thoughts, for nearly four hours. And now, all he wanted to do was to use the scissors. When she came into the room, Khan decided, he would stab her several dozen times, and kill her. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was as if he were becoming someone else, and that someone else wanted to kill. He stood up from the chair, and waited for her to come through the door; and then she would die in a pool of blood.
The door opened and then his son, Pativ, ran through the door looking for his papa; Khan. Seeing his son jolted him from his trance and then his wife came into the room as well.
“What are you doing?” She asked pointed at the scissors.
He smiled at her. “Nothing important,” he lied. “I just wanted to cut the tags off of my backpacks before I leave tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “Are you crazy?” she asked him as (to continue HERE to finish the story...look for bolded passage)
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(Recap continues for months after it left off....for reference sake this means 1.5 years before present events on The 21st Century)
The Khan Journey
Time to terminmate!
The Enterprise had successfully made it to Mars. The crew of the ship, the first humans to Mars, all took a moment to gaze out their windows, or used their monitors, to view the absolute beauty of the red planet beneath them. Doctor McCoy had entered the bridge and stood on the lower level, next to Kirk, who was sitting in the command chair.
“Well, we made it,” McCoy said. “So when do the engineering teams head down?”
“Actually,” Kirk said as he sipped from a cup of coffee that McCoy had brought for him, “I just spoke to Lt. Khan and he told me they will be ready to take the two shuttles down to the planet with in the next two hours or so.”
“Do you think Khan and his construction crews will have enough of the colony up and running in time for the Lexington’s arrival next year?” McCoy asked.
“Sure,” Kirk said, “with all the pre-positioned materials the Space Agency has been sending up here over the past three or four years, they should be able to get it done on time. Khan and his crew know doubt understand the time table they are on.”
Kirk decided enjoyed the views of Mars as well
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The mission that the landing crews had, under the command of Lt. Khan, was to apply the add-ons that had been sent up to Mars as part of a five year plan to not only build a colony, but to also prepare the base for Terra-Forming. The Terra-Formers would arrive on Mars in just over a year, under the command of Dr. David Marcus. Marcus was the young genius, a brother to Carol Marcus, who developed the complex constructs that would be built on the poles of Mars. They would exploit the large body of water that had been discovered beneath the surface of Mars, and use it to create a livable atmosphere with-in two or three years.
(Author’s note: the Dr. David Marcus referred to here is the uncle of infant Baby David Baby Marcus, who was killed, and later brought back to life, turned out to be the son of Gary Mitchell…as would be revealed later in the story…much later)
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Life had already been found on Mars, in the large body of water beneath the surface. But it was only single cell organisms that had survived beneath the surface of the world, guarded from the radiation of the sun. With the Earth reaching population heights never seen, it was decided by the United Nations to colonize Mars to further the human race into space, rather than to treat it off-limits in order to save its indigenous life forms.
The discovery of the Charles/Dennison Asteroid only underlined the importance of creating a colony off of Earth; it would guarantee man’s survival even if an Extinction Level Incident were to strike Earth.
(The Charles/Dennison Asteroid was, at the time of the writing of this chapter, a recently discovered asteroid on a collision course with Earth. The Enterprise would eventually destroy it, thus saving Earth. But savvy readers know that it was one of the asteroid’s fragments that Gary Mitchell later would, by using his God like power, redirect and send toward John Gill’s island lair off the coast of Australia.)
Kirk, who had arrived on the planet on one of the shuttles, watched as Lt. Khan put his team to work, nearly the moment they arrived. This team didn’t have long to get this place up and running. They were all inside the large complex and were preparing for their duties. Kirk walked over to Khan.
“I wanted to say,” Kirk told Khan, “that you and your team are doing great. I have no doubts at all that you will have this place ready to go long before the Lexington gets here.”
Khan smiled. “Thank you Captain Kirk. I hope you have time to visit us again as well. I want you to come back see what we have done. And,” Khan added as he reached down and pulled a putter out of his sack of personal items, “tell Commander Mitchell we will have a make-shift golf course up and running real soon.”
“Well,” Kirk said with a smile, “I think you’ve just cemented our return visit.”
The two men shook hands, and shared a common moment of respect. Both where unaware that not too long in the future they would be enemies for life.
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Once the Enterprise had left Mar’s orbit to deal with the asteroid, Khan initiated secret transmissions with Gill.
John Gill sat in his office on a lear-jet, back on Earth, as the image of Khan was on the screen of his monitor. The signal Khan was transmitting on was scrambled.
“I trust you have all arrived in one piece?” Gill asked Khan.
“We have,” Khan said. “Everything is proceeding as you planned sir.”
“Very good,” Gill said.
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(Gill’s plan was to have Khan taken control of the colony on Mars, and then declare it’s independence from Earth. Gill had secretly built his own Starship, and had hoped to become a competing power to the United Nations of Earth.)
Events on Mars would spiral out of control for Khan, when several of the men and women under his command became infected with parasitic eels, which lived under the surface of Mars, and would enter their victims through the ears. Anyone who had a parasite inside them lost their will, and were subject to the whims of other humans, in this case Khan.
But Starfleet would soon become aware of the parasite infestation on Mars. Using one of the satellites in orbit of Mars, Starfleet trained its weapons on the surface of the planet. Even John Gill, in secret communications with Sloan (Section 51) knew it had to end this way. The threat the parasites posed for Earth was far more important than Gill’s plans to rule Earth. Once the satellites were done bombarding Mars with radiation bursts, it had been assumed that Khan and his followers had been killed. That assumption was wrong.
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The KHAN Journey....
Mars; AGAIN!!
The Captain of the USS Reliant, Captain Terrell, a man of African decent, sat in his command chair and listened to the standard reports being given by his bridge grew as the Reliant entered orbit of Mars.
“Mr. Mitchell,” Terrell said to his XO, who was up at the ops station along the outer ring of the bridge, “ship’s status please.”
“We’re looking good sir,” Commander Gary Mitchell reported.
Gary Mitchell, along with Lt. Chekov, had taken temporary orders to augment the Reliant’s first mission, this mission to Mars. Unfortunately, as was any ‘sailor’s’ fate, the delays caused by the computer concerns delayed orders, and got other orders moved up, others shuffled around, resulting in the Enterprise departing for the Alpha Centauri one week after the Reliant departed. Meaning, Gary and Chekov were here, while the Enterprise was on the first mission to another star system. This did not sit well with Mitchell, or Chekov, but there was nothing to get done.
“How long,” Captain Terrell asked, “until we can bring a shuttle down to the surface and make a damage report to Earth.”
“I would give it about an hour or two,” Gary reported. “The dust storms down there are not at their peak, but they still pose a nuisance. The shuttles will need to be fitted with the special filters, so,” Gary concluded, “two, maybe up to four hours sir.”
“Alright,” Captain Terrell said. “But when I go down there, I want our best pilot taking me.” Terrell said in the direction of Chekov.
“Understood,” Mitchell said.
Chekov had definitely proven herself to the Space Agency, and had become somewhat of a hero to the Russian people. Her Q rating was actually higher than Gary’s, which irked him as well. On a personal level, Gary still hadn’t ‘cracked’ her shy exterior, but would one day, so he kept telling himself.
As Gary looked at her, she turned back and looked at him, and she smiled her innocent smile, which always turned him on, and somehow he knew, she knew. Such was the feeling of pure infatuation!
But as their eyes met, Gary felt a strange sensation come over him. For a brief moment, his mind was lost. He saw strange images, and more importantly, he saw a woman grabbing her ears, as blood poured from them, as she screamed in pain. The woman in total horrific pain was Chekov. Then, just as fast as it came, the memory was gone.
He turned away from her, and sat at his post. This wasn’t the first time a vision such as this had flashed before his mind. And like all the others, he had to push the strange images away. Something had slowing been happening to him in the past year, and he shared this feeling with no one else, not even James Kirk, who was his best friend. Gary didn’t want to burden his friend with concern, because Gary knew Kirk would put aside his career to help his friend.
Gary left the Bridge and headed to the hanger-bay to make sure the shuttles were being properly prepared. He did this because it was his duty, but mainly because he wanted Chekov to come back; alive.
Later…
The Reliant was in orbit of the Red Planet.
The shuttlecraft was dropping quickly through the atmosphere. The blowing sandstorm made it very difficult to see anything, as the shuttle descended downward. The pilot had trained for months in the desert sandstorms in the great African deserts east of the Sudan. But none of his training had prepared him for this much wind disturbance.
The passengers, including Captain Terrell and Lt. Chekov and two security officers, held on to their seats as best they could. Thankfully they were all strapped into their seats. But although it made them safe, it didn’t make the insides of their stomachs anymore calm.
The rattling noises of the confined passenger cabin contributed to the nervous feeling they all had. But their training at the United Space Agency facility in England had prepared them, somewhat, for this kind of constant shaking. But the major difference between training in England, and actually landing in a sandstorm on mars, was like comparing apples to oranges. It was THAT different.
Captain Terrell would go down in history as the first African-man to command a Constitution-class starship. The position had not been handed to him at all. He competed against some very greatest officers of the time including Kirk, Green, Garrett and even Gary Mitchell, his acting Co on this mission, and currently in command of the Reliant while Terrell was heading down to the planet.
The main reason Terrell was even going down to the planet was due to the D.A.T.A interface, which for this mission, establishing a status report on the condition of the first, and eventually destroyed Mars colony, was third in command behind Terrell and Mitchell. The Data interface also had a collateral duty of assigning landing parties. And due to Terrell’s past positions in engineering, and familiarity with the tech, the Data found it most logical that he go down to the planet, with Chekov. Terrell had worked on many of the old systems which were the backbone of the first colony. He could have assigned someone else, but Terrell also wanted to get off the ship and ‘do’ something which required more than just sitting in his command chair signing status reports.
Chekov, too, had much experience in the old tech, being that most of it was Russian origin. That was why she had been selected to accompany the Reliant on this mission to Mars.
Terrell knew that neither Chekov nor Mitchell really wanted to be on this, what would be, for them both, return mission to Mars. But no one chose their fate, or orders, as they all well knew. And just as in the previous century, a sailor, in this case an astronaut, went where they were told to go.
“Chekov,” Terrell said to her, his teeth chattering as he did, “I want to thank you. I know you’d rather out there with the Enterprise and discovering new worlds. It may seem they will get a lot of glory, but I promise you, this mission would prove remarkable as well.”
She smiled back at him. She gave the Reliant’s captain credit for trying to put a good spin on such a mundane mission. But she knew he was right. If they could make progress with putting a colony on Mars, perhaps, someday, it would inspire large cities on Mars, and with that, the lessening of overpopulation on Earth. She chuckled to her self. If she was lucky she might get a school named after her.
Suddenly the ship made a thud sound as it came to a rest on the landing platform of the smashed Mars colony. Terrell and Chekov, and the security team, put their environmental suits on and prepared to depart the shuttle.
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On Earth, Colonel Pike sat in his office. A signal had come that the Reliant’s landing crew had landed on Earth. The last time he was monitoring a Mars mission, the Laser platform was taken control of by some outside source, and then was made to fire on the landing party, who had been infected by some unknown Martian parasite. Since that time, Pike ordered a total redo of the computer system, which was over seen by Richard Daystrom and Martin Bishop.
Pike stood up and left his desk and entered the main control center that was in constant contact with the Reliant. Due to the sandstorm on Mars, communication with Terrell and his landing party was impossible.
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Off the coast of Australia, in his island lair, John Gill could only watch tactical read outs that were being tracked by his people. The United Space Agency had been very successful weeding out ‘bugs’ in their systems. But John didn’t need to have any real time information from Mars to know that Khan had, at least not long after the incident on Mars, survived.
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The Surface of Mars:
A violent red sandstorm swept across the battered remnants of the doomed colony. Lt. Chekov was holding one of the new life signs detectors, a device which was called a tricorder, looking for any signs of life.
She looked over to Captain Terrell, who she could barely see through the sandstorm, and shook her head in a negative motion. There was no sigh of life, however, they were aware of the effects of the sandstorm, and that it could have been causing false readouts. Terrell, with the two security men behind him, pointed toward the door of one of the large warehouse structures in the distance.
The landing party of four made their way towards the warehouse, struggling to stay on their feet as they walked through the wind blown sand. They reached the door, and the two security men used all their strength and were able to open the door. They held the door open, letting Terrell and Chekov enter, and then they followed them into the warehouse, closing the door as they did.
The sound of the violent sandstorm could be heard on the outside, but the inside of the warehouse was surprisingly clean, and tidy. Several rows of tables with benches, which were for eating on, were still set in perfect formation, and the lights were even working as well.
Chekov game them all a thumbs up, and then she took her helmet off. Terrell and the two security men did so as well, and the sound hissing sound of their helmets sounded like a chorus of snakes.
“The air filters are still working,” Terrell said as put his helmet down on the table nearest them. “That’s a good sign.”
Chekov was about to say something when she saw, over in the far area of the warehouse, in the window, a figure looking in at them from the outside.
“Captain,” Chekov said pointing at the window.
Terrell looked toward the window, and saw the figure as well. The person was wearing some kind of cloth mask which was wrapped around their face. Suddenly the person in the window turned around, and walked out of view.
“Who was that?” Chekov asked.
“I don’t know,” Terrell said. “But headquarters said nothing about any survivors.”
“What do we do?” one of the security men asked.
“Well,” Terrell said, “I don’t like surprises, “So, I say we get the hell out of here, for now, and tell them to send a more numerical search party.”
“I’m with you sir,” Chekov said.
The landing party put their masks back on and opened the door to leave. Once they were outside, and prepared to head back to the landing pad where the shuttle was, they saw that they were not alone at all. Nearly two dozen humanoid figures, wrapped in the heavy cloth wraps, which were dark in color, stood between them and the where they had to go. It was clear to Captain Terrell that neither he nor his landing party would be leaving so soon.
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The USS Reliant
In Orbit of Mars
Commander Gary Mitchell was growing impatient. Captain Terrell and his party had not yet returned.
“What do we do?” Helmsman Lt. Kyle asked.
Gary Mitchell closed his eyes and saw the image, again, of Chekov screaming in agony. It was a vision that Gary had first seen, in his mind, several days earlier. But now, the fog of his memory cleared, and he now not only saw Chekov, but Captain Terrell in great pain as well.
“Prep the other shuttle,” Gary said to Kyle. “We’re going down there to find them.”
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The surface of Mars;
Mars
Captain Terrell and Lt. Chekov were taken, by force, toward ...(please click HERE to continue...)
The KHAN Journey....
Mars; AGAIN!!
The Captain of the USS Reliant, Captain Terrell, a man of African decent, sat in his command chair and listened to the standard reports being given by his bridge grew as the Reliant entered orbit of Mars.
“Mr. Mitchell,” Terrell said to his XO, who was up at the ops station along the outer ring of the bridge, “ship’s status please.”
“We’re looking good sir,” Commander Gary Mitchell reported.
Gary Mitchell, along with Lt. Chekov, had taken temporary orders to augment the Reliant’s first mission, this mission to Mars. Unfortunately, as was any ‘sailor’s’ fate, the delays caused by the computer concerns delayed orders, and got other orders moved up, others shuffled around, resulting in the Enterprise departing for the Alpha Centauri one week after the Reliant departed. Meaning, Gary and Chekov were here, while the Enterprise was on the first mission to another star system. This did not sit well with Mitchell, or Chekov, but there was nothing to get done.
“How long,” Captain Terrell asked, “until we can bring a shuttle down to the surface and make a damage report to Earth.”
“I would give it about an hour or two,” Gary reported. “The dust storms down there are not at their peak, but they still pose a nuisance. The shuttles will need to be fitted with the special filters, so,” Gary concluded, “two, maybe up to four hours sir.”
“Alright,” Captain Terrell said. “But when I go down there, I want our best pilot taking me.” Terrell said in the direction of Chekov.
“Understood,” Mitchell said.
Chekov had definitely proven herself to the Space Agency, and had become somewhat of a hero to the Russian people. Her Q rating was actually higher than Gary’s, which irked him as well. On a personal level, Gary still hadn’t ‘cracked’ her shy exterior, but would one day, so he kept telling himself.
As Gary looked at her, she turned back and looked at him, and she smiled her innocent smile, which always turned him on, and somehow he knew, she knew. Such was the feeling of pure infatuation!
But as their eyes met, Gary felt a strange sensation come over him. For a brief moment, his mind was lost. He saw strange images, and more importantly, he saw a woman grabbing her ears, as blood poured from them, as she screamed in pain. The woman in total horrific pain was Chekov. Then, just as fast as it came, the memory was gone.
He turned away from her, and sat at his post. This wasn’t the first time a vision such as this had flashed before his mind. And like all the others, he had to push the strange images away. Something had slowing been happening to him in the past year, and he shared this feeling with no one else, not even James Kirk, who was his best friend. Gary didn’t want to burden his friend with concern, because Gary knew Kirk would put aside his career to help his friend.
Gary left the Bridge and headed to the hanger-bay to make sure the shuttles were being properly prepared. He did this because it was his duty, but mainly because he wanted Chekov to come back; alive.
Later…
The Reliant was in orbit of the Red Planet.
The shuttlecraft was dropping quickly through the atmosphere. The blowing sandstorm made it very difficult to see anything, as the shuttle descended downward. The pilot had trained for months in the desert sandstorms in the great African deserts east of the Sudan. But none of his training had prepared him for this much wind disturbance.
The passengers, including Captain Terrell and Lt. Chekov and two security officers, held on to their seats as best they could. Thankfully they were all strapped into their seats. But although it made them safe, it didn’t make the insides of their stomachs anymore calm.
The rattling noises of the confined passenger cabin contributed to the nervous feeling they all had. But their training at the United Space Agency facility in England had prepared them, somewhat, for this kind of constant shaking. But the major difference between training in England, and actually landing in a sandstorm on mars, was like comparing apples to oranges. It was THAT different.
Captain Terrell would go down in history as the first African-man to command a Constitution-class starship. The position had not been handed to him at all. He competed against some very greatest officers of the time including Kirk, Green, Garrett and even Gary Mitchell, his acting Co on this mission, and currently in command of the Reliant while Terrell was heading down to the planet.
The main reason Terrell was even going down to the planet was due to the D.A.T.A interface, which for this mission, establishing a status report on the condition of the first, and eventually destroyed Mars colony, was third in command behind Terrell and Mitchell. The Data interface also had a collateral duty of assigning landing parties. And due to Terrell’s past positions in engineering, and familiarity with the tech, the Data found it most logical that he go down to the planet, with Chekov. Terrell had worked on many of the old systems which were the backbone of the first colony. He could have assigned someone else, but Terrell also wanted to get off the ship and ‘do’ something which required more than just sitting in his command chair signing status reports.
Chekov, too, had much experience in the old tech, being that most of it was Russian origin. That was why she had been selected to accompany the Reliant on this mission to Mars.
Terrell knew that neither Chekov nor Mitchell really wanted to be on this, what would be, for them both, return mission to Mars. But no one chose their fate, or orders, as they all well knew. And just as in the previous century, a sailor, in this case an astronaut, went where they were told to go.
“Chekov,” Terrell said to her, his teeth chattering as he did, “I want to thank you. I know you’d rather out there with the Enterprise and discovering new worlds. It may seem they will get a lot of glory, but I promise you, this mission would prove remarkable as well.”
She smiled back at him. She gave the Reliant’s captain credit for trying to put a good spin on such a mundane mission. But she knew he was right. If they could make progress with putting a colony on Mars, perhaps, someday, it would inspire large cities on Mars, and with that, the lessening of overpopulation on Earth. She chuckled to her self. If she was lucky she might get a school named after her.
Suddenly the ship made a thud sound as it came to a rest on the landing platform of the smashed Mars colony. Terrell and Chekov, and the security team, put their environmental suits on and prepared to depart the shuttle.
--
On Earth, Colonel Pike sat in his office. A signal had come that the Reliant’s landing crew had landed on Earth. The last time he was monitoring a Mars mission, the Laser platform was taken control of by some outside source, and then was made to fire on the landing party, who had been infected by some unknown Martian parasite. Since that time, Pike ordered a total redo of the computer system, which was over seen by Richard Daystrom and Martin Bishop.
Pike stood up and left his desk and entered the main control center that was in constant contact with the Reliant. Due to the sandstorm on Mars, communication with Terrell and his landing party was impossible.
--
Off the coast of Australia, in his island lair, John Gill could only watch tactical read outs that were being tracked by his people. The United Space Agency had been very successful weeding out ‘bugs’ in their systems. But John didn’t need to have any real time information from Mars to know that Khan had, at least not long after the incident on Mars, survived.
--
The Surface of Mars:
A violent red sandstorm swept across the battered remnants of the doomed colony. Lt. Chekov was holding one of the new life signs detectors, a device which was called a tricorder, looking for any signs of life.
She looked over to Captain Terrell, who she could barely see through the sandstorm, and shook her head in a negative motion. There was no sigh of life, however, they were aware of the effects of the sandstorm, and that it could have been causing false readouts. Terrell, with the two security men behind him, pointed toward the door of one of the large warehouse structures in the distance.
The landing party of four made their way towards the warehouse, struggling to stay on their feet as they walked through the wind blown sand. They reached the door, and the two security men used all their strength and were able to open the door. They held the door open, letting Terrell and Chekov enter, and then they followed them into the warehouse, closing the door as they did.
The sound of the violent sandstorm could be heard on the outside, but the inside of the warehouse was surprisingly clean, and tidy. Several rows of tables with benches, which were for eating on, were still set in perfect formation, and the lights were even working as well.
Chekov game them all a thumbs up, and then she took her helmet off. Terrell and the two security men did so as well, and the sound hissing sound of their helmets sounded like a chorus of snakes.
“The air filters are still working,” Terrell said as put his helmet down on the table nearest them. “That’s a good sign.”
Chekov was about to say something when she saw, over in the far area of the warehouse, in the window, a figure looking in at them from the outside.
“Captain,” Chekov said pointing at the window.
Terrell looked toward the window, and saw the figure as well. The person was wearing some kind of cloth mask which was wrapped around their face. Suddenly the person in the window turned around, and walked out of view.
“Who was that?” Chekov asked.
“I don’t know,” Terrell said. “But headquarters said nothing about any survivors.”
“What do we do?” one of the security men asked.
“Well,” Terrell said, “I don’t like surprises, “So, I say we get the hell out of here, for now, and tell them to send a more numerical search party.”
“I’m with you sir,” Chekov said.
The landing party put their masks back on and opened the door to leave. Once they were outside, and prepared to head back to the landing pad where the shuttle was, they saw that they were not alone at all. Nearly two dozen humanoid figures, wrapped in the heavy cloth wraps, which were dark in color, stood between them and the where they had to go. It was clear to Captain Terrell that neither he nor his landing party would be leaving so soon.
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The USS Reliant
In Orbit of Mars
Commander Gary Mitchell was growing impatient. Captain Terrell and his party had not yet returned.
“What do we do?” Helmsman Lt. Kyle asked.
Gary Mitchell closed his eyes and saw the image, again, of Chekov screaming in agony. It was a vision that Gary had first seen, in his mind, several days earlier. But now, the fog of his memory cleared, and he now not only saw Chekov, but Captain Terrell in great pain as well.
“Prep the other shuttle,” Gary said to Kyle. “We’re going down there to find them.”
--
The surface of Mars;
Mars
Captain Terrell and Lt. Chekov were taken, by force, toward ...(please click HERE to continue...)
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Head Games
Gary Mitchell piloted the shuttle down through the turbulence of the Martian atmosphere. Captain Terrell and Lt. Nadya Chekov had yet to report their status, since coming down to the planet earlier. First officer Mitchell, fearing trouble had been found by the Captain and Chekov, mounted up a rescue party of four Marines and headed down to the colony to find them. The raging sandstorm made it nearly impossible for Mitchell to pilot the shuttle, but his years of training had paid off.
As the shuttle descended through the whirling sand, Gary Mitchell could finally see the other shuttle. It had been parked on the tarmac, and all seemed normal enough. In the distance he could also see the four warehouses that were there the last time had been to Mars, which had been nearly a year before.
Gary set the shuttle down on the tarmac, right next to the Captain’s shuttle.
For a moment Gary closed his eyes, and then opened them. There was a strange pull inside of Gary’s soul, and it was a force that was pointing him in the direction of the warehouse, which was just up the path, a hundred yards or so from the shuttle. The thick blowing sand made it seem further away, but also gave the warehouse a haunting appearance. Gary tried to shake the strange feeling, the strange flow of power that he could flow through his body, but he couldn’t.
For over a year Gary knew that something was happening inside of his existence. He didn’t like what he was becoming, and knew it would mean danger someday. But there was nothing else he could do for now but live.
--
Inside the warehouse, not far from the shuttle tarmac, Khan had finally decided what to do.
Chekov could only watch in sheer terror as two of Khan’s men held Captain Terrell down, on his stomach, on one of the tables. Khan held the strange scorpion looking creature with one hand, and then with the other, he slid the teeth of a pair of tweezers he was holding in the other hand inside of what appeared to be the creatures birthing canal.
Terrell tried to shake his head.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Terrell asked. “Men,” he said to the two who were holding him down, “I am ordering you to let me go!”
Khan flashed a warm and charming smile.
“Captain, save your breath,” Khan said. “These people swore their allegiance to me the moment the United Space Agency abandoned us to these creatures.”
“What are you talking about?” Terrell demanded.
Khan gently removed the tweezers from the animals birthing canal, and blood spilled all over the table, some of it splattering on Terrell’s face, which was just inches from where the blood landed. A tiny version of the creature was on the tweezers. It emitted some kind of audible cry, no doubt for its mother.
“Let him go!” Chekov demanded finally. She had remained silent through the entire ordeal thus far.
“Oh, I will,” Khan said to her with a smirk on his face. “And then I will be doing this to you, Chekov. So, pay attention.”
Khan angled the tweezers toward Terrell’s head. The men holding down Terrell forcibly held his head down to one side on the table.
“These are pets, I might add,” Khan said warmly to Terrell. “They haven’t been quite domesticated.”
“Please Khan,” Chekov pleaded. “We were just following orders. They didn’t tell us anything!”
“I don’t doubt you,” Khan said. “I’m just using these creatures as recruiting tools for my cause.”
After setting the adult creature back inside of the aquarium, Khan opened the teeth of the Tweezers. The tiny creature tried in vain to hold on, but eventually it dropped off the tweezers and into the left ear of Captain Terrell. The tiny creature burrowed into the Captain’s ear, causing a large amount of blood to squirt out, while also causing Terrell to scream in agony. The two men holding Terrell let the captain fall to the ground. They then turned to Chekov.
“No!” she pleaded as they came over and snatched her up from the ground. “Please Khan,” Chekov screamed, “don’t do this!”
Khan could only smile. “I really feel for you, Nadya,” Khan said, as he admired her strong, taut body, and her small but well shaped bare breasts.
“What will the creatures do to us?” Chekov asked, trying to delay the inevitable.
He pointed to Terrell, who was on the floor with a blank expression on his face.
“They burrow themselves down into the brain. At first it turned those from my landing party into nothing more than zombies, and they tried to devour us. Eventually, after holding out for as long as we could, they became very susceptible to suggestion, as will you and the Captain.” Khan said.
He nodded to the two men and they dragged Chekov over to the table. Chekov screamed as loud as she could. And she watched in horror as the rest of Khan’s group just stared and watched.
As before, as the two men held Nadya Chekov down, Khan reached into the aquarium and snatched the creature. He used the Tweezers again to remove one of its young, and then he put the Tweezers over Chekov’s head and then let the creature drop down into her ear. She screamed in agony as the creature devoured its way deeper into her ear, blood squirting out.
But as her screams echoed through-out the warehouse she screamed in pain and she saw the door to the warehouse fly open. A person walked in; it was Gary Mitchell! The last thing she remembered was the look of pure evil on Gary's face, and his eyes; they were pure white. She lost conciseness.
Khan recognized Mitchell right away.
“Ah,” Khan said with smile, “the great American hero has come to rescue the damsel in distress.”
“You could say something like that,” Gary said in a cold tone.
“Get him,” Khan said to his men.
Ten of Khan’s men rushed Gary Mitchell. But with just a slight movement, Gary waved his right hand and instantly the heads of the men rushing him just seemed to fall off the necks that supported them. While the heads thumped to the ground, the headless bodies collapsed to the ground, the blood from the stump of their necks squirting as they fell to the ground, creating a sea of blood.
The strange creatures inside the heads all squirmed out of the ears of the now decapitated heads, and scurried about, unorganized.
“Impressive,” Khan said with adulation in his voice. “You would make a great soldier in my efforts.” Khan pointed his hand at Gary Mitchell in a quick movement and the creatures, all in unison, turned and scurried towards Gary Mitchell. Mitchell, his eyes still white, smiled at the attempt.
“It won’t work, old friend,” Mitchell said.
Gary snapped his fingers and the creatures all became tiny flames and ceased to exist.
“And now,” Gary said with a sinister smile, “it’s your turn, Khan”
Gary closed his eyes, and with his power, he fired the shuttle’s weapons, and a blast was fired at the warehouse, causing a giant explosion. And, in a fraction of a second, sensing mortal danger, Gary created a shield of pure energy. In that moment the shield not only shielded Gary, but it also shielded Khan, Terrell, who was still on the ground near Khan, and Chekov. The explosion continued, and soon the entire warehouse was consumed in a giant explosion; seemingly killing all inside.
An hour later search teams from the Reliant arrived to help search for any survivors. Commander Gary Mitchell and Lt. Nadya Chekov had miraculously survived the blast, somehow being thrown from the building, and were transferred up to the ship for medical treatment. Captain Terrell was also found, barely alive, and he too was transferred up to the ship for medical assistance.
Soon, the last of the four shuttles left the colony, smashed as it was, and headed back to the Reliant. There were many questions that only a debriefing of Captain Terrell, Commander Gary Mitchell and Lt. Chekov would answer. And as the lights of the shuttles went upward and disappeared into the swirling sandstorm, a lone figure stood outside the smashed compound, wearing an oxygen mask as well as dark colored Turban. Khan, too, had survived.
--
Three hours later aboard the Reliant:
Gary Mitchell watched from his med bed as the doctors worked on Chekov in the emergency room. Captain Terrell had, unfortunately, died from his wounds, effectively placing Gary in command of the Reliant.
Gary thought back on what had happened. In the brief moment the shuttle had fired on the warehouse, Gary’s unique power shielded him, Terrell and Chekov from the blast. Gary also had distant memories of placing oxygen masks on the three of them so as to cover the tracks of how they had really been saved: Via his powers.
He also knew, full well, that one of those creatures had been placed inside of Chekov’s ear. He did not tell the medical team this fact, afraid of what would happen if Starfleet Command found out that she had been compromised. It had become abundantly clear to Gary that more was going on than anyone knew.
Gary had scanned the classified memory data contained in the Reliant’s computer. He found that several of the now dead security officers had secretly been working for John Gill, the former Senator, and had been sent to destroy Khan and the other colonist.
Gary Mitchell found it very interesting that John Gill already knew of the alien infection, and also knew there had been survivors. And if John Gill knew, and he was a rogue operative not serving the military, then did the Unites Space Agency, and Starfleet Command, know as well? And if killing any of the colony survivors was part of the reason the Marines were aboard the Reliant in the first place, acting independent of Captain Terrell’s command, then what would be the protocol for dealing with someone, such as Chekov, who had been infected.
For that reason Gary Mitchell would keep the knowledge of her infection to himself for now. He could easily snap his finger and remove the creature, which he could tell was still inside of her, but didn’t. The strange darkness inside of his being, the part that scared him as each day passed, wouldn’t let him save her. The evil, curious side inside him, wanted to see what was to come.
--
On the red planet of Mars:
Khan was the only one left. The last of his followers having all been killed by Gary Mitchell, or, as Khan concluded, whatever Gary Mitchell had become.
“There will come another time, Captain Gary Mitchell,” Khan said with a fiendish smile to his face in the mirror.
--
LATER EVENTS.
(Nadya Chekov would eventually return to Earth, and while visiting her parents in Moscow, she would kill a wealthy Russian aristocrat named Ivan, and Ivan’s male lover, while the three were having very violent sex at a Moscow hotel. It would later be found out that her actions were not her own, but caused by the parasite inside of her, that did the killings to protect its host; Chekov. Not long after this event, the parasite was found and removed from her body.)
(Three months later, after the Reliant returned to Earth from Mars, the Enterprise returned as well. It would soon be known that Carol Marcus, mother of David Marcus, had been killed and her child had been abducted. Kirk, the child’s father (though, in actuality Gary was but not even Gary knew) became worried.
Although the evil inside of Gary Mitchell was becoming more power, he still had loyalty to Kirk. Mitchell set out to find the missing child, by using his power. While on an Airplane following up a lead on David Marcus’s whereabouts, Mitchell received a coded message from Khan; Khan had survived and was alive and well on Mars. We pick up the story there.
--
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..(please continue the story by going HERE..and thanks...look for bolded passage)
The KHAN JOURNEY continues!!!!
Head Games
Gary Mitchell piloted the shuttle down through the turbulence of the Martian atmosphere. Captain Terrell and Lt. Nadya Chekov had yet to report their status, since coming down to the planet earlier. First officer Mitchell, fearing trouble had been found by the Captain and Chekov, mounted up a rescue party of four Marines and headed down to the colony to find them. The raging sandstorm made it nearly impossible for Mitchell to pilot the shuttle, but his years of training had paid off.
As the shuttle descended through the whirling sand, Gary Mitchell could finally see the other shuttle. It had been parked on the tarmac, and all seemed normal enough. In the distance he could also see the four warehouses that were there the last time had been to Mars, which had been nearly a year before.
Gary set the shuttle down on the tarmac, right next to the Captain’s shuttle.
For a moment Gary closed his eyes, and then opened them. There was a strange pull inside of Gary’s soul, and it was a force that was pointing him in the direction of the warehouse, which was just up the path, a hundred yards or so from the shuttle. The thick blowing sand made it seem further away, but also gave the warehouse a haunting appearance. Gary tried to shake the strange feeling, the strange flow of power that he could flow through his body, but he couldn’t.
For over a year Gary knew that something was happening inside of his existence. He didn’t like what he was becoming, and knew it would mean danger someday. But there was nothing else he could do for now but live.
--
Inside the warehouse, not far from the shuttle tarmac, Khan had finally decided what to do.
Chekov could only watch in sheer terror as two of Khan’s men held Captain Terrell down, on his stomach, on one of the tables. Khan held the strange scorpion looking creature with one hand, and then with the other, he slid the teeth of a pair of tweezers he was holding in the other hand inside of what appeared to be the creatures birthing canal.
Terrell tried to shake his head.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Terrell asked. “Men,” he said to the two who were holding him down, “I am ordering you to let me go!”
Khan flashed a warm and charming smile.
“Captain, save your breath,” Khan said. “These people swore their allegiance to me the moment the United Space Agency abandoned us to these creatures.”
“What are you talking about?” Terrell demanded.
Khan gently removed the tweezers from the animals birthing canal, and blood spilled all over the table, some of it splattering on Terrell’s face, which was just inches from where the blood landed. A tiny version of the creature was on the tweezers. It emitted some kind of audible cry, no doubt for its mother.
“Let him go!” Chekov demanded finally. She had remained silent through the entire ordeal thus far.
“Oh, I will,” Khan said to her with a smirk on his face. “And then I will be doing this to you, Chekov. So, pay attention.”
Khan angled the tweezers toward Terrell’s head. The men holding down Terrell forcibly held his head down to one side on the table.
“These are pets, I might add,” Khan said warmly to Terrell. “They haven’t been quite domesticated.”
“Please Khan,” Chekov pleaded. “We were just following orders. They didn’t tell us anything!”
“I don’t doubt you,” Khan said. “I’m just using these creatures as recruiting tools for my cause.”
After setting the adult creature back inside of the aquarium, Khan opened the teeth of the Tweezers. The tiny creature tried in vain to hold on, but eventually it dropped off the tweezers and into the left ear of Captain Terrell. The tiny creature burrowed into the Captain’s ear, causing a large amount of blood to squirt out, while also causing Terrell to scream in agony. The two men holding Terrell let the captain fall to the ground. They then turned to Chekov.
“No!” she pleaded as they came over and snatched her up from the ground. “Please Khan,” Chekov screamed, “don’t do this!”
Khan could only smile. “I really feel for you, Nadya,” Khan said, as he admired her strong, taut body, and her small but well shaped bare breasts.
“What will the creatures do to us?” Chekov asked, trying to delay the inevitable.
He pointed to Terrell, who was on the floor with a blank expression on his face.
“They burrow themselves down into the brain. At first it turned those from my landing party into nothing more than zombies, and they tried to devour us. Eventually, after holding out for as long as we could, they became very susceptible to suggestion, as will you and the Captain.” Khan said.
He nodded to the two men and they dragged Chekov over to the table. Chekov screamed as loud as she could. And she watched in horror as the rest of Khan’s group just stared and watched.
As before, as the two men held Nadya Chekov down, Khan reached into the aquarium and snatched the creature. He used the Tweezers again to remove one of its young, and then he put the Tweezers over Chekov’s head and then let the creature drop down into her ear. She screamed in agony as the creature devoured its way deeper into her ear, blood squirting out.
But as her screams echoed through-out the warehouse she screamed in pain and she saw the door to the warehouse fly open. A person walked in; it was Gary Mitchell! The last thing she remembered was the look of pure evil on Gary's face, and his eyes; they were pure white. She lost conciseness.
Khan recognized Mitchell right away.
“Ah,” Khan said with smile, “the great American hero has come to rescue the damsel in distress.”
“You could say something like that,” Gary said in a cold tone.
“Get him,” Khan said to his men.
Ten of Khan’s men rushed Gary Mitchell. But with just a slight movement, Gary waved his right hand and instantly the heads of the men rushing him just seemed to fall off the necks that supported them. While the heads thumped to the ground, the headless bodies collapsed to the ground, the blood from the stump of their necks squirting as they fell to the ground, creating a sea of blood.
The strange creatures inside the heads all squirmed out of the ears of the now decapitated heads, and scurried about, unorganized.
“Impressive,” Khan said with adulation in his voice. “You would make a great soldier in my efforts.” Khan pointed his hand at Gary Mitchell in a quick movement and the creatures, all in unison, turned and scurried towards Gary Mitchell. Mitchell, his eyes still white, smiled at the attempt.
“It won’t work, old friend,” Mitchell said.
Gary snapped his fingers and the creatures all became tiny flames and ceased to exist.
“And now,” Gary said with a sinister smile, “it’s your turn, Khan”
Gary closed his eyes, and with his power, he fired the shuttle’s weapons, and a blast was fired at the warehouse, causing a giant explosion. And, in a fraction of a second, sensing mortal danger, Gary created a shield of pure energy. In that moment the shield not only shielded Gary, but it also shielded Khan, Terrell, who was still on the ground near Khan, and Chekov. The explosion continued, and soon the entire warehouse was consumed in a giant explosion; seemingly killing all inside.
An hour later search teams from the Reliant arrived to help search for any survivors. Commander Gary Mitchell and Lt. Nadya Chekov had miraculously survived the blast, somehow being thrown from the building, and were transferred up to the ship for medical treatment. Captain Terrell was also found, barely alive, and he too was transferred up to the ship for medical assistance.
Soon, the last of the four shuttles left the colony, smashed as it was, and headed back to the Reliant. There were many questions that only a debriefing of Captain Terrell, Commander Gary Mitchell and Lt. Chekov would answer. And as the lights of the shuttles went upward and disappeared into the swirling sandstorm, a lone figure stood outside the smashed compound, wearing an oxygen mask as well as dark colored Turban. Khan, too, had survived.
--
Three hours later aboard the Reliant:
Gary Mitchell watched from his med bed as the doctors worked on Chekov in the emergency room. Captain Terrell had, unfortunately, died from his wounds, effectively placing Gary in command of the Reliant.
Gary thought back on what had happened. In the brief moment the shuttle had fired on the warehouse, Gary’s unique power shielded him, Terrell and Chekov from the blast. Gary also had distant memories of placing oxygen masks on the three of them so as to cover the tracks of how they had really been saved: Via his powers.
He also knew, full well, that one of those creatures had been placed inside of Chekov’s ear. He did not tell the medical team this fact, afraid of what would happen if Starfleet Command found out that she had been compromised. It had become abundantly clear to Gary that more was going on than anyone knew.
Gary had scanned the classified memory data contained in the Reliant’s computer. He found that several of the now dead security officers had secretly been working for John Gill, the former Senator, and had been sent to destroy Khan and the other colonist.
Gary Mitchell found it very interesting that John Gill already knew of the alien infection, and also knew there had been survivors. And if John Gill knew, and he was a rogue operative not serving the military, then did the Unites Space Agency, and Starfleet Command, know as well? And if killing any of the colony survivors was part of the reason the Marines were aboard the Reliant in the first place, acting independent of Captain Terrell’s command, then what would be the protocol for dealing with someone, such as Chekov, who had been infected.
For that reason Gary Mitchell would keep the knowledge of her infection to himself for now. He could easily snap his finger and remove the creature, which he could tell was still inside of her, but didn’t. The strange darkness inside of his being, the part that scared him as each day passed, wouldn’t let him save her. The evil, curious side inside him, wanted to see what was to come.
--
On the red planet of Mars:
Khan was the only one left. The last of his followers having all been killed by Gary Mitchell, or, as Khan concluded, whatever Gary Mitchell had become.
“There will come another time, Captain Gary Mitchell,” Khan said with a fiendish smile to his face in the mirror.
--
LATER EVENTS.
(Nadya Chekov would eventually return to Earth, and while visiting her parents in Moscow, she would kill a wealthy Russian aristocrat named Ivan, and Ivan’s male lover, while the three were having very violent sex at a Moscow hotel. It would later be found out that her actions were not her own, but caused by the parasite inside of her, that did the killings to protect its host; Chekov. Not long after this event, the parasite was found and removed from her body.)
(Three months later, after the Reliant returned to Earth from Mars, the Enterprise returned as well. It would soon be known that Carol Marcus, mother of David Marcus, had been killed and her child had been abducted. Kirk, the child’s father (though, in actuality Gary was but not even Gary knew) became worried.
Although the evil inside of Gary Mitchell was becoming more power, he still had loyalty to Kirk. Mitchell set out to find the missing child, by using his power. While on an Airplane following up a lead on David Marcus’s whereabouts, Mitchell received a coded message from Khan; Khan had survived and was alive and well on Mars. We pick up the story there.
--
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..(please continue the story by going HERE..and thanks...look for bolded passage)
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Using his growing ability, Gary Mitchell would indeed divert an asteroid fragment from space, towards Earth. In exchange for destroying Gill, and his followers, who were all on a hidden island lair off the coast of Australia, Khan would reveal to Gary Mitchell where Kirk’s kidnapped son was being held.
We pick up our story at this point.
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An asteroid fragment, the size of a city block, approached Earth at a speed of nearly 30,000 miles per-hour. Although most of the object would be burned up entering Earth’s atmosphere, a sizable amount would remain which would obliterate a small island, nearly 300 miles off the cost of Australia. The angle of the blast would create a sizable tidal tsunami, but projections saw little harm from the wave. Though, most likely, ocean levels as far away as Hawaii and San Diego would be affected for nearly two days.
Starfleet’s science division could not account as to how the object broke from the rest of the debris cloud from the Clark/Dennison asteroid, and had gotten as far as it did with out being detected. It was as if it had gone through one of those crazy wormholes science fiction movies always depicted. A wormhole was as good as an explanation as anything else; at least for now.
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Kirk, Pike and Gary Mitchell were in Pike’s office watching as the asteroid fragment was tracked on the tactical monitor. Dr. Daystrom had joined them as well.
“This looks pretty bad,” Daystrom said as he looked at the main tactical screen which showed the ever approaching fragment.
“And definitely most peculiar,” Pike added. “It is traveling at a speed faster than any of fragments from the debris cloud. My nerds in the science department, most of whom are about as atheistic as a rock on the bottom of the ocean, equated this situation to a disgruntled God willing the asteroid to come to Earth and smash out a city that lived in sin.”
“God is a mysterious man,” Daystrom countered; obviously a believer.
Gary had to fight back a smile. Unknown to anyone else, except for Khan up on Mars, it was Gary who had indeed, using his growing powers, willed the fragment to strike the island, killing all those on it; chiefly John Gill, who had betrayed Khan. At this point it became obvious to Gary that Starfleet was unaware of Gill being on the island with his followers.
But Khan knew Gill was there. And it was Gary Mitchell, who had made a bizarre deal with Khan. Khan knew of Gary’s growing abilities and suggested this act in exchange for any information Khan had on baby David Marcus’s abductor, and Khan’s silence about Gary’s abilities, and the fact that Chekov had been infected with a parasite.
“Is the island inhabited?” Kirk asked Pike.
“Not as far as we know,” Pike replied.
Gary had to contain his own laughter. But the secret was about to be exposed.
Suddenly one of the officers at one of the various operations post looked up to Pike, who stood on an upper level which looked down at the ops stations.
“Sir, we’re receiving a distress signal from the island,” the officer said.
“Did you say a distress signal? From who?” Pike inquired.
The officer was listening to someone talk to him via the headset he wore.
“Sir,” the officer replied, “this person claims to be former Senator John Gill.”
“Isn’t he the one who is trying to set up another world government?” Richard Daystrom asked.
“Yes he is,” Pike answered. “Not exactly who I would have expected to receive a distress signal from. Nonetheless,” Pike said to the officer, “put it up on the main screen.”
They all turned their attention to the main screen. A countdown from impact could be seen on the lower left-hand side of the screen. It was just over fifteen minutes.
“This is John Gill,” Gill said. “I am sending this signal to all those who can receive it. The island that is about to be obliterated by the asteroid fragment has been, for sometime, a secret post where myself, and officials from countries loyal to our cause to offer the people of Earth a choice in a world government. Now, it would appear, every exit, and way off of the island, has been blocked. Some outside force has seen to it that no one here, on this island, is to survive this attack. I accuse the United Space Agency puppets, in behalf of their UN masters, for this act of aggression.”
It was a most stunning accusation.
“Many women and children will die,” Gill said in a soft and defiant voice. “I just wanted you at the United Space Agency, and the media outlets I am transmitting this signal to, to know the truth of what has happened on this day.”
And as to make a point, the view on the monitors panned away from Gill and showed a very large crowd of people who were gathered on the island in some kind of conference center. There were men and women, even children, who had been living on the island all this time apparently.
Pike, who muted the mic, looked around at his people in ops.
“How could we not have known that many people were on that island?” Pike wondered out loud.
At first, as Kirk saw the large crowd on the screen, he could only wish them well. But to him they were just strangers and at this point there was nothing he could do for them. That was until he recognized, toward the right end of the crowd, a little baby; it was David.
Gary, too, suddenly recognized little David. It was then that Gary realized that Khan had played him like a fool. By convincing Gary to destroy the planet, Khan had signed David’s death certificate. And because of the drain on his abilities to bring the asteroid closer to Earth instantly, and to maintain its speed as well, Gary had used much of his power and it had left him feeling drained. There was nothing Gary could do to stop the asteroid fragment from hitting the island and killing his best friend’s son.
Pike looked over to Kirk, having recognized David as well.
“Jim,” Pike said softly, “I’m so sorry.”
Kirk’s face betrayed his emotions. He was a defeated man.
“What is wrong Kirk?” Daystrom asked, putting his hand on Kirk’s shoulder, trying to comfort the younger man. “Do you know someone on that island?”
Kirk nodded slowly. “The baby on the right hand side of the screen,” Kirk said to Daystrom, “is mine. He was kidnapped.”
“I’m so sorry Kirk,” Daystrom said. “If I had known maybe…” Daystrom’s voice trailed off. Then he continued, “Kirk, there may yet be away to save your son. I’m not saying it will work, but we can try.”
Kirk turned to face Daystrom.
“What do you mean?” Kirk asked looking up at the screen and seeing the 12 minute countdown.
“Come with me,” Daystrom, “we don’t have much time.”
And with that, Kirk followed Daystrom down the main corridor. Being interested as well, Gary jogged along with them.
“Where are we going?” Gary asked Daystrom and Kirk.
“I have been working on a new device with my friends over at the Quantum Mechanics lab. It’s very top secret so I must ask you two to not divulge anything you are about to see,” Daystrom said as they made it to the elevator and went up seven levels.
“What exactly are you talking about?” Kirk asked.
“For sometime now,” Daystrom said as they rode the elevator, “we have been working on a device that can transfer matter from one place to another.”
“You mean like that movie the Fly?” Gary asked.
“Yes, a very droll example, but an acceptable comparison,” Daystrom said to Mitchell. “Though, to be honest, our model would not require a receptor on the other end in order to work. Plus, at a coordinated time, the object could be beamed back, so long as a lock was kept on the person who was transported.”
“Beamed?” Gary asked. “What are you saying?”
Daystrom looked as serious as he ever had since Kirk had known him.
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XX cross
Using his growing ability, Gary Mitchell would indeed divert an asteroid fragment from space, towards Earth. In exchange for destroying Gill, and his followers, who were all on a hidden island lair off the coast of Australia, Khan would reveal to Gary Mitchell where Kirk’s kidnapped son was being held.
We pick up our story at this point.
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An asteroid fragment, the size of a city block, approached Earth at a speed of nearly 30,000 miles per-hour. Although most of the object would be burned up entering Earth’s atmosphere, a sizable amount would remain which would obliterate a small island, nearly 300 miles off the cost of Australia. The angle of the blast would create a sizable tidal tsunami, but projections saw little harm from the wave. Though, most likely, ocean levels as far away as Hawaii and San Diego would be affected for nearly two days.
Starfleet’s science division could not account as to how the object broke from the rest of the debris cloud from the Clark/Dennison asteroid, and had gotten as far as it did with out being detected. It was as if it had gone through one of those crazy wormholes science fiction movies always depicted. A wormhole was as good as an explanation as anything else; at least for now.
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Kirk, Pike and Gary Mitchell were in Pike’s office watching as the asteroid fragment was tracked on the tactical monitor. Dr. Daystrom had joined them as well.
“This looks pretty bad,” Daystrom said as he looked at the main tactical screen which showed the ever approaching fragment.
“And definitely most peculiar,” Pike added. “It is traveling at a speed faster than any of fragments from the debris cloud. My nerds in the science department, most of whom are about as atheistic as a rock on the bottom of the ocean, equated this situation to a disgruntled God willing the asteroid to come to Earth and smash out a city that lived in sin.”
“God is a mysterious man,” Daystrom countered; obviously a believer.
Gary had to fight back a smile. Unknown to anyone else, except for Khan up on Mars, it was Gary who had indeed, using his growing powers, willed the fragment to strike the island, killing all those on it; chiefly John Gill, who had betrayed Khan. At this point it became obvious to Gary that Starfleet was unaware of Gill being on the island with his followers.
But Khan knew Gill was there. And it was Gary Mitchell, who had made a bizarre deal with Khan. Khan knew of Gary’s growing abilities and suggested this act in exchange for any information Khan had on baby David Marcus’s abductor, and Khan’s silence about Gary’s abilities, and the fact that Chekov had been infected with a parasite.
“Is the island inhabited?” Kirk asked Pike.
“Not as far as we know,” Pike replied.
Gary had to contain his own laughter. But the secret was about to be exposed.
Suddenly one of the officers at one of the various operations post looked up to Pike, who stood on an upper level which looked down at the ops stations.
“Sir, we’re receiving a distress signal from the island,” the officer said.
“Did you say a distress signal? From who?” Pike inquired.
The officer was listening to someone talk to him via the headset he wore.
“Sir,” the officer replied, “this person claims to be former Senator John Gill.”
“Isn’t he the one who is trying to set up another world government?” Richard Daystrom asked.
“Yes he is,” Pike answered. “Not exactly who I would have expected to receive a distress signal from. Nonetheless,” Pike said to the officer, “put it up on the main screen.”
They all turned their attention to the main screen. A countdown from impact could be seen on the lower left-hand side of the screen. It was just over fifteen minutes.
“This is John Gill,” Gill said. “I am sending this signal to all those who can receive it. The island that is about to be obliterated by the asteroid fragment has been, for sometime, a secret post where myself, and officials from countries loyal to our cause to offer the people of Earth a choice in a world government. Now, it would appear, every exit, and way off of the island, has been blocked. Some outside force has seen to it that no one here, on this island, is to survive this attack. I accuse the United Space Agency puppets, in behalf of their UN masters, for this act of aggression.”
It was a most stunning accusation.
“Many women and children will die,” Gill said in a soft and defiant voice. “I just wanted you at the United Space Agency, and the media outlets I am transmitting this signal to, to know the truth of what has happened on this day.”
And as to make a point, the view on the monitors panned away from Gill and showed a very large crowd of people who were gathered on the island in some kind of conference center. There were men and women, even children, who had been living on the island all this time apparently.
Pike, who muted the mic, looked around at his people in ops.
“How could we not have known that many people were on that island?” Pike wondered out loud.
At first, as Kirk saw the large crowd on the screen, he could only wish them well. But to him they were just strangers and at this point there was nothing he could do for them. That was until he recognized, toward the right end of the crowd, a little baby; it was David.
Gary, too, suddenly recognized little David. It was then that Gary realized that Khan had played him like a fool. By convincing Gary to destroy the planet, Khan had signed David’s death certificate. And because of the drain on his abilities to bring the asteroid closer to Earth instantly, and to maintain its speed as well, Gary had used much of his power and it had left him feeling drained. There was nothing Gary could do to stop the asteroid fragment from hitting the island and killing his best friend’s son.
Pike looked over to Kirk, having recognized David as well.
“Jim,” Pike said softly, “I’m so sorry.”
Kirk’s face betrayed his emotions. He was a defeated man.
“What is wrong Kirk?” Daystrom asked, putting his hand on Kirk’s shoulder, trying to comfort the younger man. “Do you know someone on that island?”
Kirk nodded slowly. “The baby on the right hand side of the screen,” Kirk said to Daystrom, “is mine. He was kidnapped.”
“I’m so sorry Kirk,” Daystrom said. “If I had known maybe…” Daystrom’s voice trailed off. Then he continued, “Kirk, there may yet be away to save your son. I’m not saying it will work, but we can try.”
Kirk turned to face Daystrom.
“What do you mean?” Kirk asked looking up at the screen and seeing the 12 minute countdown.
“Come with me,” Daystrom, “we don’t have much time.”
And with that, Kirk followed Daystrom down the main corridor. Being interested as well, Gary jogged along with them.
“Where are we going?” Gary asked Daystrom and Kirk.
“I have been working on a new device with my friends over at the Quantum Mechanics lab. It’s very top secret so I must ask you two to not divulge anything you are about to see,” Daystrom said as they made it to the elevator and went up seven levels.
“What exactly are you talking about?” Kirk asked.
“For sometime now,” Daystrom said as they rode the elevator, “we have been working on a device that can transfer matter from one place to another.”
“You mean like that movie the Fly?” Gary asked.
“Yes, a very droll example, but an acceptable comparison,” Daystrom said to Mitchell. “Though, to be honest, our model would not require a receptor on the other end in order to work. Plus, at a coordinated time, the object could be beamed back, so long as a lock was kept on the person who was transported.”
“Beamed?” Gary asked. “What are you saying?”
Daystrom looked as serious as he ever had since Kirk had known him.
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Vanishing Act
The final installment of the Khan Journey!!
In later events, the Romulans were discovered at the planet Neptune attempting to extract a Remnant. The Reliant, under the command of Captain Gary Mitchell, was sent to investigate. Arriving at Neptune, Captain Mitchell and his science officer, Lt. Ferrell, beamed over to the Romulan Warbird. We join our story at this point.
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Romulan Vessel Prey’ftor
The sights and sounds of another Federation Starship were one thing, Captain Gary Mitchell thought to himself as he, and his science officer, Lt. Ferrell, walked along side Praefectus’alae Gnaeus aboard the Romulan Warbird Prey’ftor. But the sights and sounds of an alien starship were another entirely different animal. The exotic scents, and the darkened green hued lighting gave the ship a very mysterious feel to it.
“I trust this is your first visit to an alien ship?” Gneaus asked of both Mitchell and Ferrell.
“Yes it is,” Gary replied. “I must admit that my world has many question pertaining to some of your remarks to Captain Kirk during his first encounter with you and the Gorn.”
“I’m sure these questions will be answered in due time,” Gneaus said.
As they headed towards the science department aboard the Prey’ftor, Gneaus had to keep his mind focused just incase Mitchell had some sort of telepathy. What Gary Mitchell did not know was the Gneaus was well aware of some aspects of Gary’s mysterious powers, thanks to Gneaus’s ally; Khan. If Gary Mitchell had these powers manifesting inside of him, Gneaus reasoned, it was even more suspicious now since an Omega Particle was also in the same solar system. The odds were too immense to be mere coincidence. Perhaps Mitchell and the Omega Particle, which had so far proven to be difficult to remove from the depths of Neptune’s atmosphere, had more in common than just sharing the same solar system.
“I’m sure my world’s government,” Gary said, “will have some issue with an alien craft in our solar system without our knowing about it.”
Gneaus nodded in understanding as he led Gary and Lt. Ferrell into the science section of the Romulan Warbird.
“Trust me when I say,” Gneaus said, “that our being here is entirely of a scientific nature and with absolutely no strategic value.”
“Of course,” Gary replied with a smile, and not believing a word of what the Romulan said. “I just wanted to be forthright with you.”
“I appreciate the gesture,” Gneaus said. “I think, in time, our two worlds will find much common ground to perhaps, one day, forge an alliance.”
“An alliance implies there is a need for shared protection,” Lt. Ferrell said, innocently enough.
“All in good time,” Gneaus replied. The he changed the subject. “This is our main science lab. You are welcomed to observe my crew,” Gneaus said, motioning to the large science department.
“What kind of science observations are you making?” Lt. Ferrell asked as she observed the monitors. The displays were detailed with Roman numbering and letters, which Ferrell had studied up on, as did all United Space Agency, upon knowledge of the Romulan usage of them when Kirk’s first mission returned. She looked at one of the monitors and then back to Gneaus. “What is an Omega Particle?”
Gneaus was impressed with the humans. They obviously had educated themselves on the Roman aspects of their past. And since the human female felt confident to reveal this fact, it also meant the humans were becoming more assertive. They would make perfect servants in the future, Gneaus concluded.
Gneaus was about to respond when Praefectus fabrum G’atny, the Prey’ftor’s main science officer, answered the question for Gneaus.
“The Omega Particle,” she told them, “is a very rare element in the galaxy. Its properties are hard to define in that they may be affected by forces beyond our space time continuum.”
“Interesting,” Gary said. “So what will do with this particle if you find it?”
“We will remove it, “Gneaus said. “If not contained properly, the Omega Particle could become unstable and destroy this entire solar system.”
Gary and Lt. Ferrell exchanged worried glances.
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The tour of the Romulan Warbird ended at the command center. The Romulan Science officer, Praefectus fabrum G’atny, explained to Captain Mitchell and Lt. Ferrell about the coming launch of the Romulan probe into Neptune’s atmosphere.
“We have already launched three such probes,” she told them. “This is our forth and final chance to obtain the Omega (Remnant) particle.
“If it is as unstable as you say it is,” Lt. Ferrell said, “why risk removing it? Perhaps it is here to prevent easy access to it.”
G’atny shot Ferrell a look of annoyance.
“I know as a new space faring race,” G’atny told Ferrell, “this kind of information may be intimidating. You must trust that we have much more knowledge and are using it in a way that will best serve us, and in the same process, protect your world.”
Gary recognized a dressing down when he saw one. And he was starting to find the Romulans arrogance too much to tolerate. The anger was starting to grow inside of him.
At Gneaus’s silent urging, G’atny steered Lt. Ferrell away from where Gneaus was standing with Captain Mitchell. It was time.
“Captain Mitchell,” Gneaus said, “I would like to speak with you now about certain aspects of our shared history with your world.”
“Sure,” Gary said. “I’d like that,” Gary added with a smile. Inside of him, the evil wanted to squish the Romulan's head and kill him.
Gary followed Gneaus through a passageway and then into another room. Once they were inside the other room, the lights went out and the room was totally dark. A strange electromagnetic energy pattern, like that of tiny lightning bolts, surrounded the entire room. A piercing pain suddenly erupted inside of Gary’s mind. It was a trap!
Then a small beam of light shined on Gneaus, who stood directly before Gary. It was as if they existed in another reality, just the two of them, and the two guards, in the darkness.
As Gary fell to his knees in pain, two Romulans bounded his wrists behind his back and then they forced him back up.
“What is the meaning of this?” Gary demanded. “This is an act of war!”
“First off,” Gneaus, “Earth will eventually be ours. Your pathetic defenses will pose absolutely no threat. What was once ours will be ours again, in time.”
“We’ll see about that,” Gary said with a sadistic smile.
“Oh,” Gneaus added, “we are very aware of your unique abilities Captain Gary Mitchell,” Gneaus said with his own sneering smile. “We know you used your mind and altered the course of that asteroid fragment that crashed into your world. You should know that you’re not the first of your kind we have encountered. So trust me when I say that this kind of enclosure will contain your power.”
“How do you know of my power?” Gary demanded.
“Because I told them,” another voice said from just ahead in the shadows.
It was a voice that Gary Mitchell recognized immediately. His memory was rewarded when Khan Noonien Singh stepped out from the shadows.
“You fucking son-of-a-bitch!” Gary Mitchell’s words exploded from his mouth.
Khan smiled.
“So, Gary Mitchell,” Khan said, “Have you told Kirk yet that it was you who killed all those people on that island, including his son?”
“You have done well,” Gneaus said to Khan.
With out warning, Khan...(please come HERE to continue the story)
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I have just learned that my job is going to make my position at work very sensitive to network usage. But I do not want to give up this story. So, I have decided to create an EMAIL ADDRESS and issue the story, from now on, in a bulk way to those who want to continue reading.
It will be a once a week 'release' and will be between 5000-6000 words long (what i usually write in a week).
Sorry about this, but I am giving up internet access at work for a promotion...
THE NEXT NEW INSTALLMENT, 5000-6000 words, WILL BE THIS COMING THURSDAY!!!!
Only I will have access to this email, so dont worry. And again, I am sorry for this move, but I could not let go of the $$$. Those of you who have teenagers, or if you are a teenager, you will understand..I hope..The story is free of course..no charge..totally. But since I took the promotion I cant be on internet as much any more...
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It will be a once a week 'release' and will be between 5000-6000 words long (what i usually write in a week).
Sorry about this, but I am giving up internet access at work for a promotion...
THE NEXT NEW INSTALLMENT, 5000-6000 words, WILL BE THIS COMING THURSDAY!!!!
Only I will have access to this email, so dont worry. And again, I am sorry for this move, but I could not let go of the $$$. Those of you who have teenagers, or if you are a teenager, you will understand..I hope..The story is free of course..no charge..totally. But since I took the promotion I cant be on internet as much any more...
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Okay. After reading the emails I got, and concerns about privacy, I am going to continue The 21st Century here and at Ad Astra...so stay tuned for an all new installment..COMING SOON!!!
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Robert Scorpio Presents
Special Guest Star
SEASIT Headquarters
Iolani Palace; Hawaii
A Transporter signal shimmered into view, and finally took the shape of a beautiful woman. Her name was Heather Biel, and she wore a Starfleet uniform and held the rank of Lt. Commander. She looked around at her new surroundings; it was an office. There was a large double-door entrance with two towering oak cut doors standing, easily, fifteen feet high. There was a very elegant looking globe of the Earth, the size of large chair, sitting inside a wooden base.
Lt. Commander Biel pivoted around and saw two men smiling at her, each with a cup of coffee in their hands.
“Welcome to Hawaii,” the taller of the two men said, as he sipped on his coffee.
His name was Steve McGarrett, and he was the Chief of Earth’s Security, and kept his headquarters on the Pacific Island due to his well known disdain for the ‘corporate’ feel of SEASIT’s main offices in Paris France and New York.
“Thank you,” Biel said with a smile.
Lt. Commander Biel had just taken of the role as Secretary of Defense Pike’s chief assistant. Pike had personally chosen her, after going over her files, and concluding that she could be trusted to deal with McGarrett and the ongoing investigation of the Omnino Corporation, and specifically, it’s CEO; Pavel Chekov.
“I hope I can be a good addition to this investigation,” Biel said with a smile.
She accepted a cup of coffee from Lt. Dan Williams, and then she sat down in the chair across from where Steve McGarrett sat.
“What is the status of Nadya Chekov?” Biel asked.
“Well,” McGarrett said, “she went back to her brother, and accepted his offer. If all goes according to plan, she’ll go into for her first day of work in about three hours from now.”
“What are we expecting her to do?” Danno asked. “She just can’t go in there and start snooping around.”
McGarrett nodded his head as he sipped his coffee.
“Oh,” McGarrett said, “she’s going to spend sometime just settling in, but we facing a countdown, so hopefully, she can find some of information we can use.”
“What countdown?” Danno asked his boss.
“The Borg cube just outside our system,” Biel answered for McGarrett. “According to Dr. Daystrom’s team, and Captain Janeway of the USS Voyager, the cube ship is only in a standby status. If it were to suddenly reactivate; we could all face death.”
“Exactly,” McGarrett said, “So, with that in mind, Nadya needs to do her best and find out what she can.”
McGarrett pivoted his chair and turned around to face the open window behind his desk. It was nearly 10pm, Hawaii time, and Chekov’s first day on the job in Moscow was about to begin.
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Moscow Russia;
The massive Omnino complex was just that; massive. Four towering skyscrapers, which were interconnected by several walkways, towered above the nearby political center of Moscow. With the world now united under just one flag, which was the goal of many of Earth’s military leaders of the past, the political power of most countries had been usurped by the authority of the one world government.
Pavel Chekov stood in his office and looked out at the distant Kremlin. Pavel Chekov loved his country’s history, as glorious and violent as it had been. Stalin was Pavel’s inspiration, and why not? The Soviet leader wielded so much power and affected change in his time.
Pavel’s father, Mikiel, was himself a historic Russian hero figure, due to his carrier as a cosmonaut. And now Pavel’s sister, Nadya, was a national hero as well. Pavel was quite sure he could leverage Nadya’s name recognition into tangible profits.
But Pavel was well aware of the fact that Nadya was not totally loyal...(to continue, please follow this link >>>>>> engage)
Special Guest Star
SEASIT Headquarters
Iolani Palace; Hawaii
A Transporter signal shimmered into view, and finally took the shape of a beautiful woman. Her name was Heather Biel, and she wore a Starfleet uniform and held the rank of Lt. Commander. She looked around at her new surroundings; it was an office. There was a large double-door entrance with two towering oak cut doors standing, easily, fifteen feet high. There was a very elegant looking globe of the Earth, the size of large chair, sitting inside a wooden base.
Lt. Commander Biel pivoted around and saw two men smiling at her, each with a cup of coffee in their hands.
“Welcome to Hawaii,” the taller of the two men said, as he sipped on his coffee.
His name was Steve McGarrett, and he was the Chief of Earth’s Security, and kept his headquarters on the Pacific Island due to his well known disdain for the ‘corporate’ feel of SEASIT’s main offices in Paris France and New York.
“Thank you,” Biel said with a smile.
Lt. Commander Biel had just taken of the role as Secretary of Defense Pike’s chief assistant. Pike had personally chosen her, after going over her files, and concluding that she could be trusted to deal with McGarrett and the ongoing investigation of the Omnino Corporation, and specifically, it’s CEO; Pavel Chekov.
“I hope I can be a good addition to this investigation,” Biel said with a smile.
She accepted a cup of coffee from Lt. Dan Williams, and then she sat down in the chair across from where Steve McGarrett sat.
“What is the status of Nadya Chekov?” Biel asked.
“Well,” McGarrett said, “she went back to her brother, and accepted his offer. If all goes according to plan, she’ll go into for her first day of work in about three hours from now.”
“What are we expecting her to do?” Danno asked. “She just can’t go in there and start snooping around.”
McGarrett nodded his head as he sipped his coffee.
“Oh,” McGarrett said, “she’s going to spend sometime just settling in, but we facing a countdown, so hopefully, she can find some of information we can use.”
“What countdown?” Danno asked his boss.
“The Borg cube just outside our system,” Biel answered for McGarrett. “According to Dr. Daystrom’s team, and Captain Janeway of the USS Voyager, the cube ship is only in a standby status. If it were to suddenly reactivate; we could all face death.”
“Exactly,” McGarrett said, “So, with that in mind, Nadya needs to do her best and find out what she can.”
McGarrett pivoted his chair and turned around to face the open window behind his desk. It was nearly 10pm, Hawaii time, and Chekov’s first day on the job in Moscow was about to begin.
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Moscow Russia;
The massive Omnino complex was just that; massive. Four towering skyscrapers, which were interconnected by several walkways, towered above the nearby political center of Moscow. With the world now united under just one flag, which was the goal of many of Earth’s military leaders of the past, the political power of most countries had been usurped by the authority of the one world government.
Pavel Chekov stood in his office and looked out at the distant Kremlin. Pavel Chekov loved his country’s history, as glorious and violent as it had been. Stalin was Pavel’s inspiration, and why not? The Soviet leader wielded so much power and affected change in his time.
Pavel’s father, Mikiel, was himself a historic Russian hero figure, due to his carrier as a cosmonaut. And now Pavel’s sister, Nadya, was a national hero as well. Pavel was quite sure he could leverage Nadya’s name recognition into tangible profits.
But Pavel was well aware of the fact that Nadya was not totally loyal...(to continue, please follow this link >>>>>> engage)
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For those of you who read this story? I have pretty much recasted the Main characters with their XI counterparts...Except for Kirk, who I still have played by Pitt...should I recast with pine, or stick with Pitt...
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The Eggstein Prophacy
Earth
Legrange Georgia
It was a day that had to happen. Gretchen Bennett had been pronounced dead, a week earlier, and by Georgia law it meant that the reading of Gretchen’s will had to be done on the seventh day past her death.
Gretchen only had two surviving children. Although Leonard McCoy and his stepsister, Torsha, had never really gotten along, even from the time they were children, they still respected each other. McCoy was never really happy with Torsha’s selection of a husband; Allison Jackson. McCoy found Allison Jackson to be a slick opportunist, and had only married Torsha for the anticipated fortune she would get upon Gretchen’s death; that time had now arrived.
Torsha and Allison Jackson had been married for ten years and hadn’t produced a child. There could have been many reasons they never had a child, but Gretchen, Torsha’s mother and McCoy’s stepmother, confided in McCoy that she believed the marriage was more for show than for love. The proof of that, in Gretchen’s mind, was the fact that Torsha had never taken her husband’s last name as her own. Gretchen had known her daughter to be materialistic to the core, and knew that her daughter would never have children, so afraid was Torsha that she would lose her figure. The marriage was for social reasons only; Allison Jackson came from a family that had stake in several Georgia businesses, and land holdings, but he was far from rich, where as Torsha had the wealth, due to the land she would no doubt inherit upon Gretchen’s death. But even after all of that, Torsha was Gretchen’s daughter; and that matter most.
The land that belonged to Gretchen, via her family’s deep Georgian history, was The Kincade estate, with its lineage stretching back to even before America’s civil war, was one of the last connections to Georgia’s celebrated history. Gretchen Bennett’s family had, in someway, always been a major factor in the local politics of the state. But as times changed, and America joined the United Nations Charter, and nation states were becoming more and more a part of the past, the era of family influence was fading into the past as well.
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Leonard McCoy woke to the sound of knocking on his bedroom door. He looked down at the floor, and the empty bottle of liquor he had finished off with Jim Kirk the night before. Kirk was staying at a local hotel, and must have left, McCoy surmised, having no memory of how their drinking ended.
“Who is it?” McCoy asked, wishing it to be more of a rhetorical question.
“It’s me, Jim” the voice of Kirk replied, “and I’m not alone. So put something on.” Kirk said.
“What’s wrong,” McCoy said as he forced himself out of his bed, “with seeing my naked ass. You’ve seen it before. Remember that bar we ended up at in Las Vegas, and the two girls…”
Kirk was standing outside of McCoy’s bedroom door, and was not alone. Edith Keeler was standing next to him.
“Umm, Bones,” Kirk said, in a sheepish tone, not wanting McCoy to continue with the story in Vegas, “I have a friend here and we’re hungry. So shut-up, get dressed, and let’s go get some breakfast, and get you sobered up, before they read the will later on.”
“You have a friend with you?” McCoy’s voice asked, as the sound of rummaging came from the room behind the door. “Is it a woman?”
Kirk smiled at Edith, who was still firing looks of doubt after hearing the beginning of what would have surely been an accounting one of the great Captain Kirk’s sexual romps.
“Yeah,” Kirk said, “a woman. She is a very nice and very open minded woman, I might say.” Kirk said, not only to McCoy but to Edith’s more forgiving side; he hoped. “So hurry up,” Kirk pleaded.
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A half hour later, and after much grumbling from Leonard McCoy, the three hungry friends ended up at the local Denny’s. The waitress, a very friendly black woman, took their orders and headed towards the cook line.
“This is what I missed most about being gone for so long in the Delta-Quadrant,” McCoy said as he breathed in the scent of the breakfast joint, “the smell of fresh eggs and hash browns.”
“I know what you mean,” Kirk said, as he began to salivate over the food that would soon arrive.
Edith shook her head, having only ordered a tray of fruit.
“The eating of eggs is so,” she searched for the right word, “antiquated.”
“What planet are you from?” McCoy asked in a sardonic tone.
“You are a doctor, aren’t you?” Keeler asked. “It has been proven that the cholesterol in those scrambled eggs you ordered can cause heart disease.”
McCoy shook his head.
“I am so glad,” McCoy said, “that they over turned that silly ...(to continue with the story, please follow this link)
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Pariah
“Enterprise”
Part One
(Author’s note; the USS Enterprise featured in this story is the Enterprise from STAR TREK XI’s universe, brought into the universe in which this story takes place. The ‘year’ of this story is 2056, and the tech level of Starfleet is not as advanced as XI’s universe, making the USS Enterprise a very powerful ship. And because the ship was salvaged by James Kirk, it belongs to him and not Starfleet. Though, to be sure, Starfleet wants to tear it apart and see what makes it tic)
The USS Enterprise was in a designated parking orbit over the North American continent. It had been parked there ever since James Kirk, and the mirror-Spock (referred to from now on as Spock) brought it out of the now destroyed mirror-universe, with a little help from Q. Starfleet, impressed with the advanced nature of the beautiful, and powerful ship, wanted to take it apart so as to reverse engineer some of its technology. But Kirk was granted ownership of the advanced ship by Federation law; it was his to do with as he saw fit.
Finding ways to reverse engineer the ship’s technology was the reason the now dead mirror-Kirk originally wanted the ship in the first place. James T Kirk did not want his counterpart’s twisted reality to see the light of day, which was the main reason he would not let Stafleet cannibalize it. And, as Kirk pointed out to Pike, and a reluctant Admiral Cartwright, dismantling the most powerful ship in the Quadrant would not be wise with a dormant Borg attack fleet on the outskirts of Earth’s system.
Sure, the Enterprise stood no real chance against the Borg, but there were other threats out there in space as well, such as the Klingons. And having the Enterprise stand guard over Earth was not such a bad idea; at least in Kirk’s judgment. There was also the Romulan Fleet that was kept in orbit of the far side of the moon. Although the Romulan Colony on Earth was currently quiet, dealing with leadership issues, the Romulans could always become another issue for Starfleet to deal with.
To that end, Kirk would allow the Starfleet engineer’s and scientist to study the technology, but they could not remove any piece of hardware or gear. Not for now at least.
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Jim Kirk and Edith Keeler shimmered into existence on the USS Enterprise’s main Transporter pad. Scotty, one of only a few people in the universe who Kirk trusted, as well as Sulu who stood sat beside him, was operating the control panels. Kirk had allowed the two men, as well as Spock, to stay aboard the ship and keep guard of the gem from another universe.
“Scotty,” Kirk said as he and Keeler stepped down from the pad, “you old space-dog.” Kirk said as he shook Scotty’s hand, and he shook Sulu’s too. “You’re looking much better since the last time I saw you,” Kirk said to Sulu.
Sulu had been abducted by the Borg several months earlier, after he had died, and was only recently freed from the matrix. Two white bandages on his forehead were the only remnant of his time as a Borg drone.
“Admiral Crusher was able to remove the final Borg implants two days ago,” Sulu said. “Trust me; it did not tickle.”
Kirk noticed Scotty, who was standing behind Edith Keeler, ogling the woman’s shapely backside.
“Ahem,” Kirk faked a cough, “has Spock made any headway with scanning that unauthorized transport signal?”
Scotty forced his eyes away from the rear sight of beauty, and shook his head.
“Not yet,” Scotty said, “but I’d betta let him speak to ya about that. This Spock can be, well, kinda moody, if ‘ya know what I mean.”
“Are you going to introduce us to your friend?” Sulu asked.
“Ah, yes,” Kirk said to his two friends, “my acquaintance’s name is Edith Keeler.”
“Wait,” Sulu cut it, “aren’t you one of the leaders of Greenspace?” Sulu asked with a knowing smile.
“Yes I am,” Edith Keeler said proudly.
“Bunch of kooks, you are, if ya ask me,” Scotty interjected.
“Greenspace,” Keeler said with a tone of annoyance in her voice, “is a spinoff movement from its predecessor; Greenpeace. We are not kooks, I assure you; we just want to make sure that mankind doesn’t mess up the environment of space as much as he has messed up the biosphere of Earth.”
Scotty was about to fire back when Sulu cut in.
“Oh, by the way,” Sulu told Kirk, “after your permission, Secretary Pike, Admiral Cartwright and Commodore Rabou beamed up about an hour ago. Spock is giving them a tour of the ship.”
“They’d be arriving at engineering, so I betta get down there.” Scotty said as he rushed out.
Scotty walked past Kirk, Sulu and Keeler, and headed out of the Transporter room.
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For nearly an hour, James T Kirk took Edith Keeler on his own tour of the Enterprise as well. Kirk really enjoyed how the two, he and Edith, seemed like good friends already. It was like they had known each other all their lives; soul mates even. Though they hadn’t even shared a kiss, and were just friends, Kirk found himself wanting more. But this time, with this woman; he decided to take it slow.
“So this ship comes from another universe?” Keeler asked as they made their way past sickbay.
“This may sound incredible to believe,” Kirk said with a smile, “but my evil counterpart from another universe was trying to bring this ship, from yet another universe, into his, for nefarious reasons. He had already taken over his Earth, ruthlessly I might add, and wanted this ship to cement his power.”
“Amazing,” Edith said as Kirk told her the story.
“Oh wait,” Kirk told her, “it gets better. On that other Earth there was a resistance movement trying to stop my evil counterpart. Guess who the leader of that resistance movement was?”
Keeler thought for a moment, and as she did, Kirk stood a little closer to get a whiff of her apple blossom scented hair. He found it to be very appealing, but didn’t want to be too obvious, though, he felt she could feel his attraction.
“Former President Barak Obama?” Keeler finally said. “Nah, he would be too old,” she countered. “Maybe it was someone you know, someone like Secretary of Defense Pike?”
Kirk shook his head, knowing that she would be surprised when he told her who it was.
“No,” Kirk said, “good guesses though. But the leader of that resistance movement was...(to continue, please follow this link)
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