Star Trek; 21st Century

[RobertScorpio]

“Enterprise: Part Two”
Part One

Little David Marcus ran down the rounded hallway, and Kirk swooshed him into the air once he had his arms around the young boy’s torso. Kirk smiled at the little boy, who Kirk once thought was his son, but turned out to be the son of his good friend; Gary Mitchell.

“That kid,” Mitchell said to Kirk, “is going to be a football player. I can hardly keep up with him,” Gary Mitchell said to Kirk. Gary then looked over at Edith Keeler.

“Hello Mr. Mitchell,” Edith said kindly. There were many strange rumors about Gary Mitchell swirling about, and Edith Keeler knew of some of them, but she dismissed them.

“Hey,” Mitchell said, “I know you. You’re that woman with Greenspace.”

“Yes she is,” Kirk said, before Edith could answer, “and please don’t start an argument with her about what she believes in. Bones and Scotty did, and I warn you, it isn’t worth it.” Kirk said with humor in his voice.

“Nah, I wouldn’t do that,” Gary promised to Kirk, “I actually believe in some of that environmental mumbo jumbo.”

“I’ll have you know,” Edith countered, “Greenspace does not endorse, as you call it, mumbo jumbo concerns.”

Gary was about to dig in when…

“What brings you up here?” Kirk cut in quickly before Gary could reply to Edith.

“Uhura and I were having lunch at Starfleet,” Gary said, “and Dr. Daystrom told us he heard you were up here. So we decided to come up and say hello, she’s with Sulu by the way, and to and see what the hell is going on. Starfleet hasn’t reassigned the crew yet, Jim. Are we all going to get back together and go explore the universe in this ship of yours or what?”

“It had crossed my mind,” Kirk said. “Have you heard from Nadya? Is she coming back to Starfleet?”

“I don’t know,” Mitchell said with a tinge of sorrow in his voice. “I talked with her on the phone last night and she’s really liking her new position in her brother’s corporation; Omninos.”

“Well,” Kirk said, “I’m sure she’ll find her way back to us, in the end. Maybe not this time, but I know Nadya Chekov. She has the spirit of her father, and she wants to be with us in the stars, exploring space.”

“How is Leonard doing?” Mitchell asked, wondering where McCoy was.

“Not bad,” Kirk said. “His mother’s death is hurting him more than he would admit. In fact, I need to get back down there in a couple of hours to be with him when they read his mother’s will.”

“If you ask me, and I’m sorry about his mother, but” Edith Keeler said to Mitchell, “Dr. McCoy is a jackass.”

Kirk and Mitchell laughed.

“He must be feeling better,” Mitchell said, “if someone he just met thinks he’s an asshole. Well, asshole or not, we need him up here Jim; we can’t explore the universe with out Dr. Leonard McCoy. With you, Spock, and Scotty gone most of time we were in the Delta-Quadrant, as well as Chakotay being dead, and even though I was in command most of that time? Leonard really kept us all together.”

“I know,” Kirk said. “Once this matter with his mother’s estate is taken care of, I am quite sure the good doctor will be ready to join us so we can go explore the universe.”

“Might I also suggest that space isn’t ours for the giving and taking away of,” Edith said softly.

Kirk Chuckled.

“Jim, are you laughing at me?” Edith asked.

“No, not at all; but Dr. Daystrom said pretty much the same thing to me when I first met him.”

“He sounds like a very smart,” Edith dug in at Kirk, “and enlightened man, unlike some men I know.”

“Well, as I told Dr. Daystrom, we are not giving or taking space.” Kirk said to Edith. “We just want to explore the universe and see the wonders that it has to offer.”

“And,” Keeler added, “should it hold some kind of strategic value; claim it. Isn’t that the way it has been ever since the dawn of the exploration of our oceans?”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that,” another voice said from behind them.

Kirk recognized the voice as being Christopher Pike’s. Kirk, still holding David, Mitchell and Keeler, turned around to see Secretary Pike, Admiral Cartwright, Commodore Tobau and Spock approaching from the other side of the corridor.

“I trust the tour went well?” Kirk asked Pike, shaking his hand, and Robau’s and Cartwright’s hands as well.

“I took them everywhere,” Spock said, “except for the blue room.”

“The blue room, what is that?” a curious Robau asked.

“There is no blue room,” Kirk said with a smile, “its just Spock’s way of telling me that he has taken you everywhere.”

“You lied,” Robau said to Spock.

“I exaggerated,” Spock replied with a tiny smirk on his face.

“This is mighty fine ship,” Cartwright said, before Robau could continue. “I still think you should let us do more than just getting a look under the hood,” Cartwright added, “but I understand your concerns; for now.”

“We’ll see,” Kirk allowed with a smile.

“The only place Spock hasn’t really shown us much of,” Pike said, “is the galley.”

“Chris is just telling you,” Gary said to Kirk, “that he’s hungry. All these weeks of questioning by him and Steve McGarrett, I know when they are fishing for a break so they can eat some food.”

“Well,” Kirk said to the gathered group, “as it so happens to be, Guinan, a woman I would trust with my life and stomach, has been hard at work setting the galleys up. If I’m not mistaken,” Kirk said to Little David, “I even think she has the ice crème machine up and running.”

And with that said, they all headed towards the galley. Nearly a half hour later, as Gunian and her small staff were serving the others foods and drinks, Pike pulled Kirk aside for a more private talk.

“I need to speak to you,” Pike told Kirk.

“What is it?” Kirk asked as he was busy eating his vanilla frozen yogurt.

“This ship of yours,” Pike said, “I know you told me that it came from yet another universe, other than the one you were in. Was there any data on the computers as to what this was doing in that third universe?”

“The being I met, Q, erased all the data, outside the running of the ship, and for good reason.” Kirk told Pike. “Because before he erased the data, I did get a quick glimpse of about the use of a substance they called Red-Matter. It was a very powerful, and very scary. Chris, trust me, before I let our people have a closer look at this ship, I want to be sure that data like that, dangerous data, is removed. Just give me a little more time.”

“What about him?” Pike asked, his eyes darted over to Spock (mirror-Spock of course), who was talking quietly with Edith Keeler and Sulu. “Can we trust him? Don’t forget that he kidnapped you, and took you to that other universe against your wishes.”

“I hear your concerns, he is very different from the Spock we knew,” Kirk said. “Our Spock was....(to continue, please follow this link..and thanks)

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Visitor



Pavel Chekov sat at the desk of his massive office-suite, located on the penthouse floor of Ominos headquarters in Moscow Russia. Even though a snow storm had settled in over Moscow, with the bitter cold as well, everything important in world was still going his way, and he couldn’t be happier.

--
One floor down, in an office-suite as plush as her brother’s, Nadya Chekov sat at her desk as well. She had spent most of her short time as a Vice President of Ominos by diving into the behind the scenes details. She read up on the satellite companies, and other holdings, trying to grasp the wide web of business opportunities that her brother Pavel had steered Ominos toward. Pavel had inherited the company, which was small at the time, upon the death of his grandfather. Now, years later, Ominos was a powerhouse in the business and tech worlds.

Nadya was trying to look as inconspicuous as she could, and to do that, she tried to show interest in all aspects of Ominos. But she actually was zeroing her investigation on two very interesting companies that Ominos had controlling states in. One was a small cybernetic firm in Punjab India. The other was a firm that was on the cutting edge of DNA research located in Grimstad, Norway. Were these two companies somehow involved with the technological backbone of the Borg?

Nadya still found it hard to believe. The Borg had been menacing the Delta-Quadrant for thousands of years, so how could Ominos be remotely connected to the Borg? Then again, she couldn’t argue with the simple fact; at a microscopic level, every aspect of the Borg, the nanites, and all that they manufactured on a subatomic level, were given a distinct trademark, which also happened to be the trademark of Ominos; two eyes, separated by a dagger. Was there a connection? Steve McGarrett, head of Earth's security, and Secretary of Defense, Christopher Pike, thought there was.

--
Pavel, who had security tabs on everything Nadya was doing, was content on letting his little sister spin her wheels, knowing she would never get anywhere. It was also in his favor that Nadya was distracted, so that she would not notice the impending arrival of a special VIP; Nor’vra, the leader of the Romulan colony, which was located on a man made island of the North American Coast.

Where as Pavel saw himself as carrying on the traditions of the old Byzantium Empire, which was a direct spinoff of ancient Holy Roman Empire, Nor’vra, and her people, were directly related to the Romans in the most pure of forms.

The Romulans were actually descendants of Romans who were, centuries earlier, taken from Earth, and relocated on the planet Vulcan. Those relocated Romans, with the internal drive that all Romans have eventually tried to take over the Planet Vulcan. The Vulcans were barely able to drive the Romans off of their world, and into deep space. The Romans would eventually conquer a far off world, and rename it their home world; Romulus. In time, the Romans, who now referred to themselves as Romulans, became a major galactic force.

Then, unexpectedly, and recently, the planet Romulus was destroyed by a space probe, and the Romulan civilization, eight billion strong, was obliterated. Only five-hundred thousand survived, and out of a gesture of friendship, the President of Earth’s United Nations, Harsha Jadhav, offered the Romulans the chance to return to their original home world; Earth.

And although the arrival of the Romulans on Earth had been peaceful, thus far, Pavel Chekov knew otherwise; he knew that the Romulans would never accept a subservient role for too long on any world. He knew that the ancient drives inside the Romulans would drive them toward the conquest of Earth; and Pavel wanted to help them.

So it was to that end that Pavel offered an olive branch to Nor’vra, the Praetor of the Romulan people, by inviting her to visit with him. She was due to arrive within the hour, and Pavel spared no expense at setting up a dining area in his office, with food and beverage. Pavel was also very aware of the powerful sexual drive that most Romulans had as well. To appeal to that side of the Nor’vra he had removed all of the art work on his walls and had replaced them with subtle paintings set in sexual contexts.

Romulans were indoctrinated into, what was for them, a natural bisexual way of life when they attained sexual maturity. Although marriage was, by law, only allowed between two members of the opposite sex, it was done so with the knowledge that the married partners would be allowed to have relationships with others outside of the marriage, so long as they were of the same sex.

Although Nor’vra was not married, Pavel had spent many hours going over the archival media footage of her, and noted that three guards had never changed, nor had her two female assistants. Pavel could tell just by looking at photographs of them that the six of were involved in some sort of sexual hierarchy, with Nor’vra at the center. The paintings now on the wall, although very subtle, showcased men with men and women with women, in non-sexual settings, but with an obvious tilt toward romanticism. He had commissioned the artwork in the past month, and was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the artwork.

Nor’vra was also not only the leader of her people but a very beautiful woman as well. Her strong, angled, facial features gave her an elegant grace. Her body was very firm, and athletic, but soft to the eyes. According to Pavel’s contacts in Starfleet, Nor’vra had recently spent time in an alternate universe with Captain James T Kirk, trying to free the Romulans of that Earth from suppression; but the wear and tear didn’t seem to have had any effect on her.

Pavel Chekov wanted, above all else, to set her up as the absolute ruler of Earth, with himself as the one pulling the strings. He knew the Romulans were already looking into such avenues. The previous Praetor, Curios, had sent Nor’vra, at the time she was Curio’s military attaché, on a top secret mission to Rome (all of this transpired some time back, as SAVVY readers will remember).

Pavel, with his contacts in Rome, had kept track of...(click HERE to continue with the story..and thanks!!!)

 

[RobertScorpio]

The Visitor—Part two

The massive Romulan shuttlecraft came out of the clouds above the Moscow sky like a giant Falcon, with its wings swept back, and its landing gear resembling the long talons of the bird of prey. The citizens and tourists who were gathered about Kremlin square were struck in awe at the sight. For, although the Romulans had been on Earth for just over a year, they had pretty much stayed to themselves on the man made island, Mn’aeha, off the coast of Florida. It was clear to all; that was about to end.

The vessel made its way down toward the towering skyscraper that was the headquarters of Ominos, the multi-dimensional business conglomerate that was the pride of the Russian people.

--
From their mansion, located in the southern district of Moscow, Mikiel and Tamara Chekov, parents of Pavel Chekov, watched the news report on their television.

“I am so proud of our son,” Tamara said, with a tear in her eye.

“Let us only hope that our son,” Mikiel added with caution in his voice, “isn’t getting in, how do the Americans say, over his head?”

“Have faith in our son,” Tamera said, “I know I do.”

--


Pavel Chekov, wearing a long black elegant trench coat, incase of rain, stood and watched as the Romulan shuttle came to a rest on the shuttle-pad, atop the skyscraper he owned. Pavel watched as the doors to the craft opened, and several Romulan armed guards came out, followed by the exotic, and beautiful, Romulan leader; Nor’vra. Pavel bowed his head as she came down to the bottom of the boarding ramp where he stood. She was dressed in a very elegant dress that exposed the sides of her shapely legs, and did justice to her nice and firm breasts. She was, in one word; stunning.

“You honor us with your presence,” Pavel Chekov said as he took her hand into his.

“Thank you,” Nor’vra said. “I have read much of your own proud Russian heritage, and I am the one who is honored to be entertained by you and your glorious people.”

Pavel smiled.

“My lady,” Pavel said to Nor’vra, “news of the approaching Klingon fleet has just been announced by the press. As I told your attaché, we can reschedule our meeting to a more accepting time, if you should wish to tend to that matter.”

“Your offer is most gracious,” Nor’vra replied, “however, I have the upmost respect for my most senior military officer, D’lanti, my Legatus legioni. You see, unlike your Earth commanders, my military has already earned their scars against the savage minded Klingons. I hope the day will come when your world’s President will allow your Romulan cousins to defend this world we now both share.”

The tone of Nor’vra’s voice gave her words extra meaning. Pavel could discern quite quickly that the beautiful Romulan Praetor was not happy with the role the Romulan military had been given since their arrival on Earth. It all played into Pavel’s hand, and would make his work much easier to accomplish; making Nor’vra the absolute ruler of Earth.

With greetings finished, Pavel Chekov escorted Nor’vra and her three private guards into the warmth of the Ominos complex. In the distance, a CNN news helicopter had been filming the arrival.

Citizens across the world were glued to their TVs, personal-Pads, or other forms of media. They had watched Nor’vra exit the shuttle, and watched as she was escorted by Pavel Chekov into the confines of the large Ominos building.

Most of the televised screens had been showing split shot. Half of the screen had displayed the arrival of Nor’vra’s Moscow arrival. The other screen relayed constant updates of the other major story that was breaking; news of an approaching Klingon fleet, and Starfleet’s, and Romulan, response to it. It had been reported that a fleet of vessels, Romulan and Starfleet, under the joint command of Admiral Cartwright, who was aboard the USS Enterprise with Secretary of Defense Pike, and Legatus legionis D’laniti, his Romulan counterpart, who was also aboard the Enterprise, had been sent to counter the Klingon fleet.

There was a collective feeling in the air that the combined forces would be more than enough to counter the Klingon threat.

--

Honolulu Hawaii; sunny, and slightly windy;
SEASIT satellite office located in the Iolani Palace;

SEASIT’s chief investigator, Steve McGarrett, along with Lt. Danny Wiliams, and Lt. Commander Heather Biel, she being from Starfleet, were watching the coverage on the monitor inside of McGarrett’s office. They all had plates of food in front of them, and were sharing an assorted collection of Chinese boxed take-out, which were arranged on a round, rotating plate.

“Steve,” Dan said as he was digging for a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, “I thought I read somewhere that the Enterprise wasn’t Starfleet’s but belonged to Jim Kirk, and it was, by his request, unmanned except for a skeleton crew.”

McGarrett nodded.

“I did too,” McGarrett said as he sipped from a glass of green tea.

They both looked to their own Starfleet representative, Lt. Cmdr Biel, for an explanation.

“Well,” she told them both, as she set down an eggroll she had been nibbling on, “if you must know, the crew of the Enterprise has been enduring about a month of debriefing. As you are aware, they were lost in the Delta-Quadrant, an area of space that not even the Federation knows much about, and a detailed debriefing was needed. Since the crew was being kept in a secured area, Lt. Commander Scott was beaming them up, a few at a time, to let them get a feel for the new ship, and get practiced up on the simulators that were aboard the ship. I guess Kirk and Starfleet, probably with Secretary of Defense Pike’s urging, have forged some kind of working agreement in regards to the new Enterprise.”

McGarrett chuckled.

“So, let me get this straight,” McGarrett said, “the lead ship in this fleet we’re sending up to encounter this Klingon threat is really on a shake down cruise?”

Biel shook her head in disbelief as well.

“I know it sounds crazy,” Biel said, “but if anyone who knows anything about Kirk’s career knows that it hasn’t been,” Biel paused for a moment, “normal. The guy really has respect for those underneath him, in this case Scotty, to get the crew up to speed, and I have learned that Kirk’s crew seems to wield an intangible quality; magic.”

“Well,” McGarrett said, “I am well aware of the bizarre nature of Captain Kirk’s career, having been a part of that whole John Gill/Android plot some time back. In fact, I have a keen interesting in one of the crew members aboard that ship; and trust me; I will address it in good time.”

“Who would that be?” Biel asked.

“The Vulcan Spock, from the alternate universe,” McGarrett stated. “I haven’t yet finished my security briefing with him. Has Starfleet made him an officer already?”

“Not yet,” Biel told them, as she sipped her tea as well, “for now he just holds an honorary title of advisor, thanks to his father. Then again, if you think about it, Ambassador Sarek isn’t really this alternate Spock’s father at all. But who am I to argue with temporal mechanics?”

“Well, I know Sarek very well too,” McGarrett added, “and I wouldn’t be surprised if he and Pike pulled Kirk’s strings to let Spock stay on that ship up there, so as to dodge my interview.”

“Steve,” Danno said with a wry smile, “I heard Secretary Pike promise he would let you interview Spock in good time.”

“Oh, don’t mistake me Danno, I trust Chris,” McGarrett said with a nod, “he and I go back along way. I was just commenting, really, on the smoothness of it all.”

--
Two hours later…

The doors to Pavel Chekov’s office closed, leaving Pavel and Nor’vra (to continue, please follow this link)

 

[adm_gold]

Strong stuff. I like how you throw in references to earlier events. It ties in nicely to how you're telling the story.

I'll continue to be a constant reader.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Strong stuff. I like how you throw in references to earlier events. It ties in nicely to how you're telling the story.

I'll continue to be a constant reader.

Thanks Adm Gold..means a lot to hear something like that...

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

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Ships Passing in the Night


The Romulan armada, consisting of three Warbirds, came out of Earth’s system, and passed by the dormant Borg invasion fleet; it consisting of one massive cube ship and three planet killers.

Legatus Legionis I’lanti stood on the bridge of the lead Romulan Warbird. His crew, all men, stood at their posts, in their traditional Roman flavored warrior uniforms. Seats were only to be used when the ship was in attack mode; for safety. To this end, all the posts had special seats build into the consol area which would deploy once the alert had been given. To be found sitting at one’s post during normal operation conditions was strictly forbidden, and was an executable offense.

And unlike a Starfleet vessel there was no side discussion between the crew. To speak without reason on a Romulan bridge would cost a crewman no- less- than one hundred lashings in front of the entire crew. I’lanti, when he was not on the ship in the act of duty, was actually some what cordial. But on his ship the rule of order, and protocol, had to be carried out with the upmost degree to detail. He had been known to order the whipping of a navigator who had reacted too slowly to his commands, or even for coughing out loud on the bridge.

The one person on the ship that I’lanti would never aim his anger at happened to be his closest friend. This friend of I’lanti’s had been the Praefectus Castrorum for nearly twenty-years, and his name was Acanthus. Acanthus was nearly ten years older than I’lanti, and had mentored the younger man from the age of ten. Now, as Legatus Legionis, I’lanti had risen to the top of the Romulan military, Acanthus was his top adviser, and still, his best friend.

Unlike I’lanti, who was cold to the men beneath him, Acanthus was known to be more approachable, and had saved many men from execution. I’lanti knew of Acanthus’s easy demeanor to the men, and allowed it, knowing the importance of having an adviser who could gage the moral of the crew.

As the Romulan fleet of three ships passed the dormant Borg invasion fleet, I’lanti and Acanthus, who had walked over and stood beside his protégé, noticed the Federation ships that were in various parking orbits around the Borg fleet.

“Fools,” I’lanti said. “They should not be studying the Borg; they should be destroying them.”

The Romulan home world, before its destruction in the past year, had been the victim of three Borg incursions over the course of two hundred years; the loss of life was in the tens of thousands. After the last Borg attack of thirty-five years ago, the Romulan military made it their main objective in obtaining an Omega particle; subspace beings of incredible power that, it was hoped, could be used in destroying a Borg invasion fleet. (SAVVY READERS will recall of this from the past). Such beings were found on the planet Neptune, and an attempt had been made to obtain one of the beings, but that attempt ultimately failed (SAVVY readers will recall this all happening sometime back and how Gary Mitchell played an important part).

“Why do we not attack the Borg fleet now? It appears defenseless.” Acanthus asked I’lanti, already knowing the answer, but hoping that this protégé I’lanti did as well.

“You tease me, old friend,” I’lanti said with power in his eyes. “Our three ships would be no match against this Borg fleet, even as defenseless as it seems.”

It was not the answer Acanthus had hoped to hear. Acanthus was about to finish the answer, but I’lanti did for him.

“The Federation and our Earth cousins, and our own illustrious Praetor, Nor’vra, are of the belief that such and attack might awake the Borg; Earth would be destroyed.”

“Very good,” Acanthus said with a wry smile, “I could not have said it any better.”

“I know,” I’lanti said to his old friend and mentor, “and I didn’t ask.”

One of the centurions manning the sensor station, which was located in the center of the bridge came over and saluted his two senior officers.

“What is your report?” Acanthus asked the young centurion.

“The Klingon fleet,” the centurion said, “is now showing on our advanced sensors. The fleet consists of three D-7 Battlecruisers.”

With his report complete, the Centurion turned and went back to his post.

Earth had only recently, in the past three years to be more precise, become knowledgeable of the galactic neighborhood and had joined the Federation. Even though the Romulans were not part of the Federation, and had been a thorn in the Federation’s backside for decades, as had been the Klingons, they none the less honored an agreement to stay out of the Earth system which was in an area of space isolated from most of the goings on of intergalactic space. That agreement ended once Earth’s naivety ended and it had joined the Federation.

Earth’s lone contact with the savage Klingon race had been when the Klingons voluntarily sent three of their ships to join the intergalactic armada that tried to counter the V’GR threat that Earth faced more than a year earlier; and eventually led to the destruction of the Romulan home world. (SAVVY readers will recall those events from way back.)

Acanthus looked at I’lanti.

“According to the sensors,” Acanthus said, “the Klingons are on a direct interception course with the Borg fleet. They are going to try to destroy it; just as we should be doing.”

“How ironic it is indeed.” I’lanti said with irony in his voice, “We are going to fight this Klingon fleet, risk our very lives, to keep it away from the Borg. Perhaps, on this day, we should offer a truce to our blood enemies; the Klingons.” A wide grin came across I’lanti’s face as the thought of a truce took hold of the moment.

“Your humor is quite refreshing,” Acanthus said. “The crew would rather die than honor such a truce with those savages.”

“I know,” I’lanti said, “Such a truce would corrupt my soul, and the men who serve beneath me. So we will play our part, and lose our lives if we must, to keep the Klingons away from the Borg.”

At that moment another centurion pivoted from his post and came over to I’lanti and Acanthus.

“What is your report?” Acanthus asked.

“Sensors are detecting another vessel leaving Sol system, and approaching our fleet from a stern at an increased speed.”

“On screen,” I’lanti ordered.

The view of deep space instantly switched to an aft view. The screen magnified and showed the image of the approaching ship. The markings on the Earth ship were unmistakable; USS ENTERPRISE. (to continue, please follow this link)

 

[RobertScorpio]

Robert Scorpio presents...

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Ships Passing in the Night
Part Two



The bridge of the USS ENTERPRISE was abuzz with the sounds of the various stations that were being manned. James T Kirk, wearing a simple dark shirt and slacks, stood and faced the giant view screen. Edith Keeler and Admiral Cartwright stood to his right.

“This should be interesting,” Kirk said with a smile to Cartwright and Keeler as Uhura sent a hailing signal to the three Romulan ships.

Secretary of State Christopher Pike, who stood on the other side of the bridge, cut in quickly.

“Jim,” Pike offered, “Would you please try to keep this meeting with I’lanti serious. The Romulans may be humans like us; but their military is about as brutally by- the- numbers as you can imagine. I am pretty sure I’lanti has received his orders from Nor’vra to not attack the Klingons, or the Borg fleet; but it is better to be safe than sorry.”

“And I would add that it might be wise,” Cartwright said to Kirk, with Cartwright looking very serious in his Starfleet uniform, “if Ms. Keeler were to stand somewhere else instead of where she is; so close to you. This is, for all intents and purposes, as Secretary Pike has pointed out, a military matter. And although their Praetor is a woman, and came up through the military ranks, women are still seen as obstacles to the military decorum by Romulans.”

“If their leader is a woman,” Keeler said right back at Cartwright, “and she rose through the ranks as you say, then how is it she got to the very top?”

“No doubt through her own acts of murder,” Cartwright answered softly, “and sexual favors, which are, as we have been told, the Romulan way.”

Edith Keeler, who was a peace activist and an unapologetic basher of any military, flashed Cartwright an icy cold look.

“I am willing to bet that if such means are needed, to rise through their military ranks, all Romulans, men and women, take part in those activities. And besides, the last time I checked,” Keeler said to Cartwright, “the Enterprise is not part of any military. James is just letting your Starfleet military along for the ride.”

Uhura, who had heard the exchange, decided to put an end to the conversation in her own womanly way.”

“On screen,” Uhura said with a slight smile, knowing all too well that she should have waited for Kirk to tell her to open the channel. But there were times when showing unity with a fellow woman trumped the protocol of being in the military; and this was one of those times. And, as well as Uhura knew Kirk, she had a feeling Kirk understood her haste.

Cartwright fired a look of anger at Uhura, knowing why the communications officer did what she did. Before Cartwright could say anything, the image of the Romulan fleet on the screen switched to that of two Romulan officers standing together on the bridge of the lead Romulan Warbird.

Kirk took in the two Romulan military officers.

As it happened to be, Earth had joined the Federation, and had several dealings with the Romulans not too long after Kirk and the crew of the original Enterprise became lost on the other side of the galaxy. Kirk’s only experience with Romulans had been during the VGR/Romulan home world incident and the brief encounter when the Romulans saved the original Enterprise crew from a deadly encounter with a Gorn fleet. Later during that same first mission outside of Earth’s system, on a City in Space that was in the Proxima Centauri system, Kirk also encountered Romulans in person; and it was from that meeting that it became clear that the Romulans and the humans of Earth shared more than just space; they shared DND. All of that seemed eons ago, Kirk thought to himself. (A brief recap, obviously, for our SAVVY readers.)

James T Kirk had always been a good study of people, and knew right away, without even bothering to look at the rank insignia, who the commander was; and he was right.

“Hello there,” Jim Kirk said with a broad smile, and waving at the same time with his right hand, “My name is James T Kirk; and I was wondering if I could have a word with you...”

The tension on the bridges of both ships was very obvious as I’lanti stepped forward from where he stood next to Acanthus.

“I’lanti,” Ilanti said coolly, “Legatus Legionis of the Romulan military and commander of this small fleet and flagship Sapientia.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Kirk said in a very agreeable manner.

As I’lanti studied Kirk and the others who stood next to Kirk, he could detect an air of tension between the female and the Starfleet Admiral who stood next to her. Because as it turned out; I’lanti was a great study of people too.

“Am I speaking to the commander of the Enterprise?” I’lanti asked Kirk. Before Kirk could answer, I’lanti continued. “If you are indeed in command then why do you not wear a Starfleet uniform like the Negro servant who stands beside the female slave?”

Kirk could feel the anger radiating from Cartwright the moment I’lanti uttered the words Negro servant; and the equally charged anger from Edith after the words female slave were used. Kirk was relieved when Edith Keeler found the wisdom to not speak out of turn.

From across the bridge Pike observed the tense situation, hoping that Kirk would take the highroad and avoid lecturing the Romulans on the current state of the social make up of Earth; and of course, Kirk didn’t.

“Excuse me Legatus Legionis,” Kirk began to say to the image of I’lanti on the screen, but still in an agreeable manner, “but the practice of slavery has been outlawed on Earth. The female subjection to male domination for the most part,” Kirk added, “has been dealt with as well. I will ask you not to speak to them with disrespect again.”

The Romulan centurion, who manned the weapons station on the Romulan vessel, prepared to arm the weapons array, confident that I’lanti would order an attack after such a demand from the Enterprise commander.

James Kirk decided to tilt the situation before it got too far out of hand.

“At our current speeds we will both intercept the Klingon fleet in seven hours,” Kirk said to I’lanti, “I would rather we meet them on a unified front.” Kirk said. “To accomplish that I would like to invite you, and your first officer, to come over to the Enterprise, and then we go onto intercept the Klingons together.”

“What tactical advantage would the gain?” I’lanti asked Kirk.

“If we engage the Klingons, which I hope we don’t,” Kirk added, “but if we do, I am confident the Enterprise could do enough damage, and then your fleet could finish them off and take it from there if need be. But if there isn’t a battle, I would like the Klingons to take away from this encounter the fact that while the Romulans and Starfleet are not allies; on this matter, we share a common front. The safety of the home world we now both share; Earth.”

I’lanti studied Kirk closely.

“I agree to those terms,” I’lanti finally applied. “My Praefectus Castrorum, or first officer as you would call him, and I, will be prepared to come over to your vessel upon our next signal.”

And with that the screen went blank as the communication was ended. The view of the three Warbirds returned.

“Kirk,” Commodore Rabou said excitedly from where he stood next to Secretary of Defense Pike, “are you out of your mind? ....(to continue please follow this link)

 

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ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

Out of the Past

The small law office of Dean/Manning and Crawford was the place designated for the reading of Gretchen Bennett’s Will. The law office was located on one of the side streets that branched off of the main street that led straight down the quaint little town. Even though the United States was now part of the world community, as all nations it still retained its territory and sense of national pride. Legrange, to that end, still retained a small town feel to it. In fact, the use of modern vehicles was frowned on by the local population. Instead of shuttles pods and other air traveling vehicles buzzing about, there were old cars like Ford Mustangs and Dodge Chargers and the very rare to find Volkswagen bugs.

Leonard McCoy had hoped his good friend James Kirk would have accompanied him to the reading of Gretchen’s will, but Kirk, and the rest of the Enterprise crew, had to leave Earth in the new Enterprise (as told in the last two episodes) due to an approaching Klingon fleet. The news of the approaching Klingon fleet had been headlining most news media outlets. But in a small town like Legrange, the happenings of Klingons, the Borg, and other Alpha-Quadrant events seemed eons and worlds away.

Unable to board the Enterprise himself, Lt. Commander Nigel Garrison returned to Legrange to stand by McCoy’s side during the reading of the will. Garrison had accompanied McCoy to Legrange a week earlier, but had to leave to give his statement about his experiences with Gary Mitchell in the Delta-Quadrant; that statement had been given to Steve McGarrett, and then when the Klingon incident sprang up, Garrison was unprepared to join the Enterprise crew. Garrison, still worried about McCoy being alone, so recently after the death of his adopted mother, headed back to Legrange. Not because Kirk had asked him to, but because Garrison and McCoy were friends.

Although McCoy and Garrison had only known each other as friends recently, due to their time lost in the Delta-Quadrant, and both being from two totally different social backgrounds, they still seemed to clic; and that meant a lot to McCoy, especially at this time.

Gretchen Bennett had raised Leonard McCoy since the time he was an infant. She took Leonard into her home even when, at the time, the United States was still digging its way out of the depression of the early twenty-first century. She and her husband, Wilbur, already had two children of their own. And yet, even with the hardship of having kids of their own, Wilbur and Gretchen Bennett provided Leonard with a home.

And now, all these years later, Wilbur and Gretchen were dead, and the matter of the passing of their estate was now at hand.

As per the instructions handed out by the probate lawyer, both Torsha, who was Gretchen’s and Wilbur’s biological daughter, and Leonard came to the downtown law office to listen and abide to the reading of the will.

McCoy steered the pure red 1968 Ford Mustang, which he ...(continue by following this link..and thanks)

 

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Earth
Legrange Georgia

Out of the Past
Part Two


An average sized conference table was in the middle of one of the law office’s meeting rooms. At the far end sat Horace Crawford, the senior practitioner of the law office. Next to him, to his left, sat Torsha Bennett, and to her left sat Allison Jackson. And at the other end of the table, and not unexpected by McCoy to be sitting there, was Lloyd Denue. McCoy had a funny feeling that the next few moments of his life were about to be more complicated than he had hoped; he was right.

Nigel Garrison was the lone outsider, and despite a brief meeting with Torhsa a week earlier, he really had no idea who any of the other people were. But it didn’t take a brain surgeon to sense the tension inside the room; it could have been cut with a fork, or so Garrison thought to himself.

Garrison noticed that although Torsha and Allison were together, they seemed distant from each other. It gave the allusion that their romance was just for show. McCoy had told him that both his sister and Allison were social climbers. The fact that Torsha’s main squeeze had what was usually a woman’s name for his first name pleased Leonard McCoy to know end.

The person at the far end of the table, Lloyd Denue, was the wildcard. His involvement with the family was tepid, and spiked with rumor. The most viscous of those rumors, according to Leonard McCoy, as told to Garrsion by McCoy earlier, was that Denue and Gretchen Bennett had been lovers in the past. Although Gretchen was nearly twenty years older than Denue, it still was a possibility. If such a romance had happened, it came at a time in her life when Gretchen and Wilbur saw their marriage through a rough patch. There were long standing rumors that Wilbur had been with another woman in those times as well, though who she was had never been discovered.

But no matter, Leonard assured Garrison earlier as well. Even though they had drifted apart, both Gretchen and Wilbur rediscovered their love for each other and let the past stay in the past. It was because of Denue’s and his adopted mother’s shared past that McCoy did not press the issue as to why Denue was present for the reading of the will. And thankfully, for now at least, neither did Torhsa.

“So,” McCoy said to Allison Jackson, “I can see by that large ring on your finger that you finally made your marriage to Torsha final.”

“We’ve been married for ten years, Leonard,” Torsha said for Allison, “We just made it official at the church where mama and papa got married. We just did it two days ago.”

“Would have been better,” McCoy said coolly, “if mama had been alive when you did it. It was one of the things she wanted most; you to get married and a grand child of her own flesh and blood.”

The other child of Wilbur and Gretchen Bennett had died in a tragic boating five years earlier. And with Torsha and Allison showing no sign of having children, the Bennett line would come to an end.

“Then why bring it up now?” Allison asked from where he sat. “There isn’t any use going into those matters now; Gretchen is dead, God bless her soul.”

“Well,” McCoy said to Denue, “it’s good to see you Lloyd. How is the Rum business doing these days?”

Lloyd Denue’s family had made a fortune in the alcohol industry. It was a well known fact that Denue’s family bribed many of the southern U.S. senators with millions of dollars, over the decades, to secure their vote when ever and attempt was made to stop the selling of alcohol and other like products; the Denue family was quite well connected.

And now that Earth was part of the Federation, it turned out that there was a demand for alcohol products throughout the galactic neighborhood.

“Actually, I’m doing quite well,” Denue said. “I have recently franchised some of my products with a Feringi businessman named Quark. He assures me top return on my investment in no time at all.”

McCoy forced himself to smile.

“Well,” McCoy said, “isn’t that just great. Maybe they can find a planet of Native Americans out there to hook on your bourbon.”

“Leave it to you,” Denue said with a smile of his own, “to make this event such a lovely affair,” Denue added sarcastically.

Horace Crawford was about to bring the meeting to ahead when Torsha cut him off by raising her hand towards the lawyer.

“Before we go on,” Torsha said, “why have you brought an outsider?” Torsha asked McCoy.
“Well,” McCoy said to Torsha, “if you mean my friend Nigel here? There is a stipulation mama told me about years ago; that I could have a close friend sit with me should this day ever come.”

Torsha looked over to Horace Crawford.

“He is right Ms. Bennett,” Crawford told her, “it says so right here in the line of twenty caveats.”

“Ms. Bennett?” McCoy asked Torsha. “You’re finally really married and you still don’t take Allison’s name? Why does that not surprise me?”

“My husband respects my dignity, and my free spirit.” Torsha said as she reached out and took Allison’s hands into her hand. “And I love him for it.”

The clock on the nearby church began to chime loudly. Garrison looked out the window, and could see the clock hands precisely at 500 pm. strangely, he thought to himself, the red tail Hawk from earlier was still sitting there next to the massive clock, and the noise of the chimes didn’t drive the bird away.

“Well,” Crawford said, “the clock has stuck five, and so..(to continue, please follow this link)

 

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Out of the Past
Part Three

Earth
Legrange Georgia;USA

The conference room inside the small law office in downtown Legrange was filled with the undeniable pull of tension as Horace Crawford, the founding member of the law firm, prepared to read the Will and Testament of Gretchen Bennett.

Gathered at the table were Leonard McCoy and his friend Nigel Garrison. Also at the table were Torsha Bennett and her husband Allison Jackson as well at the other end of the table from where Horace Crawford sat, was Lloyd Denue.

Garrison saw that McCoy had closed his eyes. It was clear that being in the same room with the others was taxing McCoy’s rational mind. And, for a moment, Garrison saw a knowing glance between Denue and Allison Jackson.

“Now I shall read her sworn statement,” Crawford said. “I, Gretchen Bennett, being of sound judgment and mind, bequeath my entire estate to James Tiberius Kirk.”

As the name was read, there was a moment of silence as the name sank into the mind of those gathered at the table. It was most definitely a shock to all.

“James T Kirk, the Starship Captain?” Allison Jackson asked, his voice betraying outright indignation.

“Is this some kind of sick and twisted joke?” Torsha asked as she aimed her eyes of anger toward her adoptive brother; Leonard McCoy.

Leonard McCoy sat in his chair, his face blank without expression. Having lost his parents in a tragic car accident when he was but an infant, Leonard McCoy was well aware of the humor in which the fates seemed to operate with.

“I shall read further,” Horace Crawford finally stated. “There is more.”

“There better be more,” Torsha said, still glaring at Leonard.

Garrison, through it all, had kept his eyes on Lloyd Denue. If there was such thing as a poker face, and there was, then Denue had mastered it. Garrison could not get an accurate gage on the elusive man at the end of the table.

Horace Crawford read on;

“My darling Torsha; I know that inheriting our home, and the memories contained with in it, was one of your life long dreams. Child, your ambition is larger than your eyes can behold. I could not knowing let you have what you desire; not at this time. Perhaps it will come to be, but it will not be I who decides.

Leonard; I so wanted to give you all that I had left because you deserved it more than Torsha; who is my own flesh and blood. But your inability to admit your own problem with drinking is how you lost your wife, and I still think it is the devil’s own temptation of your soul. So because of that, I’m sorry Leonard, I have to do what is best.

I have never met your friend James T Kirk. But for reasons I can not explain, I know that he must take possession of the Kincade estate for the time being.”

Horace folded up the legal document and put it back in the large file.

“That’s it?” Torsha demanded of Crawford.

“There has to be more,” Allison pleaded.

Horace removed a sealed envelope from the package.

“There is; this.” Horace said, revealing the envelope. “Inside this sealed envelope is a message, to be opened only by James T Kirk.”

There was also another smaller envelope, which Horace kept on the desk, unopened.

“What is in that message?” Torsha asked, her eyes beaming at the envelope with the cold sheer desire to open it.

“I do not know,” Horace said. “The message was witnessed by and sworn to by a member of the Georgia Supreme Court, who has since passed on.”

“Then how long ago did mama write that message?” Torsha asked.

“She didn’t,” Horace replied. “This letter has been passed down from generation to generation, to the leader of the family at different times since it was sealed. The letter was sealed in 1872, and from that point on, it has made its way to this date; the last of the family leaders has died, Gretchen. The time to open this letter and reveal its contents has arrived. And now this envelope must be opened by,” Horace paused, “Captain James T Kirk; and he alone.”

“This is your doing,” Torsha said to McCoy.

“My baby’s right,” Allison Jackson said, “you and your Starfleet did this insanity.”

“No,” Crawford said, “they didn’t. This letter, and the seal upon it, has been verified every seven years, as according to law.”

“They switched it,” Torsha said to Crawford. Then she looked back at McCoy. “I always knew you were after mama’s money.”

McCoy had enough, and he decided to fire back at Torsha and her husband, Allison.

“Why don’t the two of you just shut-up!?” McCoy barked. “Maybe if you had been more of a daughter than two-bit tramp you might have gotten the estate.” McCoy said directly to Torsha.

At that moment, Allison bolted from his seat, and rushed McCoy. But before Allison could do anything, Nigel Harrison, with his Starfleet training, grabbed Allison’s arm and flipped him over on to the table and grabbed his neck.

“Calm down,” Garrison said to Allison.

“The moment you let me up,” Allison warned Garrison, “you’ll be the one on this table.”

“Such behavior,” Horace said to the ruckus, “now I know why Gretchen did what she did.”

“What do you have to say about this?” McCoy asked Denue, as Garrison cautiously let Allison off of the table.

“Your mother was full of surprises,” Denue said.

“You would know,” Torsha beamed back at Denue.

Denue nodded in acknowledgement to Denue.

“Good point,” Denue replied to Torsha’s veiled accusation. “I knew your mother enough to know that what ever she did, she did for a reason.”

“Well I for don’t believe this travesty,” Torsha said to Horace Crawford as he placed the contents of the file back in his briefcase. “How can a letter written nearly two hundred years ago be taken seriously?”

“She has a point,” McCoy added, “this letter could have been intended for someone alive in the 1870s that also had the name James Kirk.”

Horace nodded his head, and then picked up the smaller envelope. He opened it up, and took out the contents; an old black and white photo from that time. He showed them all them all the picture; it showed James T Kirk, the same man who was Captain of the USS Enterprise, in a military uniform of the time.

“Could be a relative of his,” Nigel offered.

Then Horace flipped the photo around to reveal a number on the back of it.

“I think you will find,” Horace said to McCoy and Torsha, “that this ...(to continue this story, please follow this link)

 

[RobertScorpio]

STORY SIDEBAR....


Just reminder….
I have recently received many emails asking me when this story takes place. It is confusing so I will try to explain.

This story, Star Trek: The 21st Century, takes place fifty years from now. Kirk/Spock/McCoy, and other iconic characters of Trek are not from either the old TOS or JJ’s universes. In this universe they exist in a time more near to our own.

The Romulans, in this story, are not Vulcan offshoots. The Romulans descend from humans, Romans to be more precise, who were removed from Earth, and taken to the Vulcan home word. Those humans revolted and tried take over Vulcan, but were defeated and driven into space. They eventually founded their own world called Romulas. That world was recently destroyed by my version of V’GR, and only 500,000 Romulans survive, and have been allowed to relocate to a man-made island off the coast of Florida.

At the start of this story, Phase-One, Earth had no idea about the Federation, or even the Romulans. But much has happened and now they do.


Rob Scorpio

 

[Radiogod]

Hello Robert! I have finally ventured out of out friend, BolianAdmiral's, Battlestar universe to sample what other fine fanfic exists on Trek BBS. As I wandered the Fan Fiction file tree, seeing a familiar name was a welcome sight. I jumped, blind, into this Star Trek; 21st century thread and I've been coming back for days (as my time allows) to read your story....and a fine yarn it be. Took me a bit to master how to read this in order but it is well worth the effort. So if I am getting this, all genres of Star Trek are taking place in the same temporal plane? All ST series are now one ....taking off on the JJA concept....right?

At any rate, sir, if you could please direct me to the beginning of this ( I wanna be a savvy reader!) saga, I would be most entertained to read it all.....while still keeping an eye on how this installment unfolds, of course

Regards,

Radiogod

 

[RobertScorpio]

Hello Robert! I have finally ventured out of out friend, BolianAdmiral's, Battlestar universe to sample what other fine fanfic exists on Trek BBS. As I wandered the Fan Fiction file tree, seeing a familiar name was a welcome sight. I jumped, blind, into this Star Trek; 21st century thread and I've been coming back for days (as my time allows) to read your story....and a fine yarn it be. Took me a bit to master how to read this in order but it is well worth the effort. So if I am getting this, all genres of Star Trek are taking place in the same temporal plane? All ST series are now one ....taking off on the JJA concept....right?

At any rate, sir, if you could please direct me to the beginning of this ( I wanna be a savvy reader!) saga, I would be most entertained to read it all.....while still keeping an eye on how this installment unfolds, of course

Regards,

Radiogod

Thanks Radiogod....means a lot to hear that...


This is a link to the first "episode". Eventually somewhat down the line the story spunoff a few spinoffs because the story was getting to big for one title. I have since that time reunited them all into THE 21st Century...but not to worry. This link takes you to the first segment.

Back at the start the story was called STAR TREK PHASE ONE...at that time there is no Federation because we have not made contact with any alien life..at all. The first part of the story is really just about the upcoming first mission to mars....but you'll see, as you read, many of the elements in the current story line (gary mitchell and Khan are the ones to watch in the early episodes) are still present...The Romulans (who are really descendants of Romans) wont show up for a while, but obviously their entrance is very important to due the major part they now play in the current story)

Here is the link...PHASE ONE

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

(Special thanks to Nigel for his wonderful art work...it really does amaze and inspire me)

Father

The morning sunrise in Moscow Russia was at its most beautiful, or so that was Nadya’s belief, from the third avenue café that she and her father met at twice a week. From there one could see the peaks of light grow across the skyline, with the Kremlin not far to right, and the towering Ominos complex just beyond it. Nadya watched as two children, each holding a hot coco, bundled into a nearby parked car. She watched as the mother of the two children rushed about, no doubt taking them to the near by elementary academy, fighting a never ending battle against the clock in her mind. Such was the life of a mother; a life that seemed to exist in an alternate reality, in Nadya’s point of view.

As Nadya sipped on her hot tea, and watched the woman and her children, she wondered if that kind of life was truly beyond her. She had sacrificed so much to get as far as she had. But even in her chosen carrier as a Starfleet Officer she had shunned any real permanent relationships. Her on and off relationship with Gary Mitchell was a perfect example. Though, to be sure, their relationship wasn’t even remotely a normal one. She was about to reminisce of twisted past she and Mitchell shared when she suddenly felt the warm hand of her father on her shoulder.

Mikiel Chekov refused to wear gloves, even on the coldest days. And even though it wasn’t a cold day, it was still chilly, and yet his hands were still warm to the touch. He set his own teacup down on the table, kissed Nadya on the cheeks, and then sat down across from her at the table.

“Your mother sends her wishes,” Mikiel told Nadya.

“It’s seven in the morning, and she’s awake?” Nadya asked, shocked at even such a possibility.

“Of course not,” Mikiel replied with a knowing smile, “she won’t be up for at least another five hours. But before she went to sleep last night, she told me to send you her wishes.”

“I bet mama is really happy that I am letting go of my Starfleet career for now, and helping Pavel with his company.” Nadya said to her father.

“True,” Mikiel said to her, “your mother has never really been supportive of your career choice. She was raised, as many women are in our society, to climb the social stairway.”

“I know,” Nadya replied, “but sometimes I think she thinks less of me because I didn’t become a socialite like her. Why doesn’t she realize that you, and what you accomplished as a national hero, is what drove me to become what I have.”

“I have often told her that,” Mikiel said, “however, I would have better luck moving the great icebergs of the sea with my mind than changing hers.”

“Mama is so lucky to have you,” Nadya said as she reached out and took her father’s hand into her own hand. “And I am very fortunate to have you as my father.”

Nadya watched as her father, the legendary cosmonaut Mikiel Chekov, sipped from his cup of tea. She had always had a little girl’s crush on her father, and why not? His goatee, his very elegant nature, was very appealing. He had been Nadya’s hero from the time she could remember. Before there was a United Space Agency the nations of the world had their own space programs; at least the nations that could afford one.

The United States and Russia were the chief competitors for successful space programs. Both countries had scaled back their space endeavors coming out of the world wide depression of the early 2000-2010s, but had rebounded in the time after that. And, in the 2032, when the US/Russian space programs began construction of the first moon base, her father, and his American counterpart, Christopher Pike, were the heroes of both countries. Nadya remembered, as a little girl, watching her father receive so many accolades, and saw how excited he became when talking about travel in space; so much so that she became inspired.

Her own successes in the former Russian space program, then the United Space Agency, and more recently in Starfleet, had made her a celebrity as well. But in her heart, and the Russian people’s heard, Mikiel Chekov, who was a hero at a time when there was little hope (the end of the last depression) would always be the greatest hero of all.

“Why do you continue to look at me like that?” Mikiel asked, seeing his daughter looking at him.

“Papa.” Nadya said with a smile, “I could never tire of looking at you. You are a great man, a hero to our country, and like I just said, I feel fortunate to have you as a father.”

“Nadya,” Mikiel said, “you have accomplished much in your own career. You have gone to the other side of the galaxy, and done so many things; it is I who envy you.”

Before Nadya could respond, they both heard the now familiar sound of the Romulan shuttle as it came out of the sky, looking like a bird of prey coming...(To continue this story, please follow this link...and thanks)


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The Kirk Equation

The Romulan shuttle came to a soft landing on the landing pad which was located on the rooftop of the massive Ominos skyscraper that dominated the Moscow skyline. Praetor Nor’vra came down the boarding ramp where she was then joined by Pavel Chekov and led inside of the massive building. Several of Pavel’s division managers were there as well, wanting to get a glimpse of the Romulan leader. Nor’vra, once they were inside, was gracious enough to allow many of them to take pictures of her as well. Nor’vra was craving the adulation more and more as she spent time on Earth, mingling with its various leaders and socialites.

Eventually Nor’vra and Pavel Chekov made it to his office. Once they were in his office, Pavel used a special scanner to look for any possible listening/spying devices; none were found. Once Pavel was confident the room was secure, he changed shape. He changed shape into that of a Founder named Laas.

“Are you sure you want to do that; shape shift? Especially here?” Nor’vra asked.

Laas became annoyed at the question, but was able to contain his anger.

“I can hardly bare the indignity of being in the human form,” Laas said. “So, to spare any humility I feel, I morph into this form as much as I can. Yes, it is humanoid in appearance as well, but it still feels more natural to what I am.”

“I have not seen you for days, where have you been?” Nor’vra asked

“I have been keeping an eye on what is happening in Legrange,” Laas said. “Lloyd Denue’s accomplice, Allison Jackson, was unsuccessful in his attempt to secure the rights to the Kincade estate. That mistake cost Jackson his life, as well the life of his wife.”

“You killed the woman too?” Nor’vra asked sounding a little irked as she spoke. “Don’t you think it will arouse suspicion?”

“I made it appear to be an accident,” Laas said. “Be that as it may, we need to speed up the next plan of our operation because, believe it or not, the estate became the property of James T Kirk.”

“Kirk?” Nor’vra asked rhetorically. “Why did it have to be Kirk?”

“I will not pretend to know how the fabric of time, or fate, unfolds,” Laas said, “all I know is that we will have to deal with him now. Denue seems to have a plan to do just that; I will let engage with it. But I warned Denue that Allison’s fate would be his own unless the secret of the Kincade land becomes ours.”

Nor’vra seemed to be worried.

“Why do you look worried?” Laas asked. “Kirk is just a mere mortal, like every other human, and I will be able to deal with him, if need be, as surely as I have with others who get in our way.”

Suddenly Nor’vra shape-shifted as well, and became the shape of a female Founder.

“I am worried,” she told Laas, “because Kirk, as you well know, seems to have that rare ability to get out of danger, even when it seems impossible that he will not. He also spent time with the real Nor’vra and might be able to detect, if we should meet, that I am not the real Nor’vra.”

“Then you will need to make sure that your version of Nor’vra,” Laas said to her, “is as convincing as the real one. You know as well as I do that we are doing this to save the Great-Link, and there is nothing more important than doing that.”


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Hours later, Nadya Chekov was in her office. She was at her computer and was spending time looking at the restructuring of the company, per Pavel’s directives, trying to figure out why her brother was suddenly interested in moving most of his responsibilities down to the sister site in Rome. Did it have to do with Nor’vra’s interesting in the Romulan’s connection to the storied past of Rome, and all that came with it? It certainly seemed to be Nadya’s Father’s opinion.

Meanwhile, Nadya’s task, originally set forth by Steve McGarrett, was to find any leads that would connect Ominos to the creation of the Borg, and the Borg technology. But with the shifting of departments, it had hampered her investigation, and would require her to move to Rome as well. She had kept McGarrett up-to-date and wondered if it would mean an end to the Borg/Ominos investigation for the time being.

As Nadya looked at some corporation data, she remembered that her mother, Tamara, was scheduled to have lunch later in the day, with both Nadya and Pavel, as well as with Nor’vra, the beautifully exotic Romulan leader. Nadya had only met the Romulan woman in passing, during one of her visits with Pavel. But with the lunch later in the day, Nadya hoped to learn more about Nov’ra and her secret hold Pavel.

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Legrange; Georgia

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[RobertScorpio]

Looking forward to reading more in the New Year! Thanks for the distraction at work!!

im lucky that i have the time write this at work....thanks for the compliment Adm Gold...

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

Meet the Family

Moscow Russia
Omino’s Corporate complex

Nadya Chekov had her eyes riveted on the computer screen on her desk. While it was true that computer screens had long since been replaced by energy fields that could display far more information, and were far more interactive with various data bases and world wide webs, Nadya didn’t care for the energy fields. The new display systems were also in multidimensional display modes to where the energy field could surround the user, creating a quasi holographic representation, which made them popular for the porn and gaming industries; but after spending most of her training in the now defunct Cosmonaut training program, and the old equipment she was trained on, Nadya preferred the old style computers monitors.

As she sifted through various windows on her monitor, she didn’t hear the door to her office open and close, and her father and mother now standing inside her office on the far side of the suit.

Tamara Chekov, wrapped in a mink coat, looked over to her husband, Mikiel Chekov.

“Look at her,” Tamara said, “if I didn’t know she was at least being satisfied sexually by that female masseur you hired, I’d be even more concerned than I am now.”

“Tamara,” Mikiel told his wife, “what our daughter chooses to with her life, professionally, or intimately, is not of our concern.”

“There were some handsome young men,” Tamara said to Mikiel, “as we walked through that main office downstairs. Anyone of them would make her a great husband, and give her children of her own. Since our two sons Pavel and Peter don’t seem to want to have children, then the only chance we have of ever having grandchildren rest with her; and all she seems to care about is cavorting with her masseur. Certainly you can talk some sense into her.”

“I have tried my wife.” Mikiel said, “Don’t forget that she did have her eye on that American Starfleet officer, Gary Mitchell.”

“That arrogant American; are you serious?” Tamara scoffed back. “I’d rather she be a lesbian for the rest of her life than marrying a conceited American man who wears blue jeans and thinks Super bowl Sunday is an international holiday.”

“Well,” Mikiel said softly, “It is an international holiday.”

“Oh shut up,” Tamara fired back as they approached the desk Nadya was sitting at.

Nadya looked up from her desk and finally saw her two parents.

“Mama, Papa,” Nadya said with a broad smile on her face, “you’re early. Our luncheon with Pavel and Praetor Nor’vra isn’t until another hour or so.”

“We decided,” Mikiel said to Nadya, while diverting his eyes for brief second at Tamara, with the intent of telling his daughter with his eyes that it was really Tamara’s idea, “to come a little earlier.”

“I know that tone of voice,” Tamara said to Nadya, but referring to Mikiel, “he wants you to believe it was my idea to come early; well, I’m guilty. But I am glad I came early. Why are you sitting in your office, looking at useless information on that old computer of yours, when you should be out there seducing one of your male underlings?”

“Oh mama,” Nadya said as she blushed, “Why must you be so blunt.”

“One of us has to be,” Tamara said, pointing at Mikiel and then her self, “If we’re going ever have grandchildren to spoil.”

“The last time I brought a date home,” Nadya said in a defensive tone, “you didn’t approve of him.”

“Yes,” Tamara admitted, “and as I told your father, I thought Mr. Mitchell was a bit to full of himself, and too American.”

“Mama,” Nadya said, “the world we live in now is becoming increasing more international. Would you have a problem if I were to marry a Chinese man, or a Nigerian?”

“If you’re asking me if I’d rather you marry a Caucasian, the answer is yes.” Tamara replied. “However, if you had to marry a man from another race, please have that man be a proud Russian at least.”

“You marry whomever your heart tells you to marry,” Mikiel added, quickly.

Suddenly the door to Nadya’s office opened again, and Pavel and Praetor Nor’vra entered.

The Romulan Praetor wore an elegant dress, that was also very seductive in that in left her midsection bare, and revealed the lower half of her breasts just below the nipples.

“Mama, Papa,” Pavel said, as he came over and pecked each of his parents on the cheek. “Let me introduce you to the Romulan Praetor Nor’vra.”

Nor’vra reached out her hand.

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Trust

After beaming the Romulan commander and his first officer over to the Enterprise, the ship sped through space, heading toward a rendezvous with an approaching Klingon fleet that was hours from happening.

Legionis I’lanti walked side by side with James Kirk as Kirk conducted a tour of the Enterprise. Kirk could tell that I’lanti, just as Kirk had the first time he had come aboard the ship, which was actually from another universe, was like a child in a candy store.

Kirk took I’lanti to most areas of the ship, including engineering, going against Admiral Cartwright’s wishes. But the ship was Kirk’s to do with as he pleased; for now at least.

As Kirk conducted the tour for I’lanti they were followed closely by First officer Gary Mitchell and his Romulan counterpart; Acanthus. After a brief tour of sickbay, the four left to head back to the bridge.

I’lanti had said very little during the tour, instead favoring the chance to survey the ship without distraction. Finally, with the tour nearly over, I’lanti began to speak.

“I must say, Kirk,” I’lanti began to say, “I am most impressed with the technology of this ship. Though I must admit that I am quite curious as to why your superiors have allowed you to reveal such a technological advantage.”

“Oh,” Kirk said with a smile, “believe me, they are not in favor of my doing this it at all. If they had their way we would be serving you cookies and pop-tarts in the nursery.”

“I am not sure what pop-tarts are,” I’lanti said, “However, I doubt they would have held much interest.”

“Trust me,” Kirk said, “I am not naïve to the point where I don’t realize that you have taken great interest in this ship for its tactical worth; I would do the same.”

“So I must ask again,” I’lanti said as they made their way down a rounded corner, “why allow us to look behind the curtain?”

“If our two civilizations are going to share Earth,” Kirk replied, “share in its protection from threats like the Borg or the Klingons, then we’re going to have to trust each other. Why not start now?”

“Or instead of sharing Earth, one of us concurs the other,” I’lanti added with a wry tone, “It is a viable option would you not say?”

“I think we both know,” Kirk replied, “that is never going to happen. We could try to destroy one another, but we might destroy Earth in the process. And the last time I looked; we’re running out of home worlds.”

The point was well made, I’lanti admitted to himself.

“You know,” I’lanti said softly, “with this ship, and my fleet that is kept on the far side of the moon, we could take this part of the galaxy.”

Kirk shook his head.

“No,” Kirk finally said, “that isn’t my interest, and I hope to show you that it shouldn’t be yours either. I have always felt that peace through strength can endure longer than just strength and power.”

“That was not the lesson learned by the Roman Empire,” I’lanti said, “that much you must know.”

“Actually your history of the Roman Empire ends around 200 B.C.,” Kirk said to I’lanti, “After your descendants left Earth, Rome’s hold of power began its slow erosion to a point that their politicians were corrupt and its enemies were numerous. And, in the short centuries to follow, other Empires would prove to be just as powerful.”

“Since our arrival to Earth, I have read much of Rome’s history after our departure. Had the military gained control, that fall would never have happened. We would have ruled the world; for ten-thousand years.”

“Ruling Earth for ten-thousand years?” Kirk asked. “That was Hitler’s plan as well.”

“Who was Hitler?” I’lanti asked.

“I’ll leave the reading of history to you,” Kirk said, “and when you get to that point, you let me know.”

“You are a most interesting individual,” I’lanti said, “I just do not share an optimistic view of reality.”

They walked a little further, then Kirk tried again.

“I’lanti, I was above Romulas just moments before it was destroyed. What I saw was a beautiful world. It is gone now because, ultimately, a Romulan believed he could make the entire universe join his faith.”

“What is your point,” Acanthus asked as he and Mitchell had caught up with Kirk and I’lanti.
Kirk looked back to Acanthus.

“The universe is far too big to be neatly tucked under someone’s domain,” Kirk said, “Whether it’s a planet, a solar system, a galaxy, or the universe, there is far too many variables for it to ever be the possession anyone.”

Gary laughed inside. Kirk was beginning to sound like Edith Keeler.

“And yet,” I’lanti replied, “the Borg are right there at the doorstep to Earth, and I am quite sure they will not be beholden to some altruistic view of the universe.” I’lanti concluded.

“Nor will the Klingons,” Acanthus added.

“But that isn’t the Captains point,” Mitchell said before Kirk could respond. “The question is how you, the Romulans as a people, look at the universe. The Federation, which Earth is part of now, is not out to conquer the universe. We just want to understand how it all works.”

“That is ironic, coming from you,” Acanthus said to Mitchell. “We know full well about the uniqueness of your being.”

Gary Mitchell nodded his head. He could have told I’lanti and Acanthus about how he, Gary Mitchell, had been inside of VGR moments before Ilya decided to go kamikaze and destroy Earth, and how he, Gary, had convinced her to aim her anger elsewhere; the elsewhere eventually being Romulas. But that would have only caused a bigger problem.

“That part of me no longer exists,” Mitchell said to Acanthus. “In fact, had your Praefectus’alae Gnaeus had his way, I would be dead.” (SAVVY readers will know this is all referring to events sometime ago, but are still very much in the memory of our characters.)

“Gnaeus was a fool,” I’lanti said, “however, trying to use an Omega-Particle to destroy a possible Borg threat was not without merit. In fact, in time, if the Borg awake and continue on their goal to assimilate Earth, we may have to use tactics such as those.”

“Well,” Gary said, “just so that there is no confusion let me restate this; I am no longer in possession of Remnant powers, nor is my son. And any attempt to…”

Kirk cut his friend off.

“Gary,” Kirk said, seeing the anger in Gary’s eyes, “I am quite sure Legionis I’lanti did not mean to suggest he was threatening you.” Kirk said, trying to calm the situation.

“Of course,” I’lanti added, “that was not our intent. However, a return to Neptune would not be out of place, would it?”

“Actually it would,” Kirk said. “The being known as Q removed the Remnants, or as you called them, Omega-Particles, from Neptune.”

“There are other Omega-Particles in the galaxy,” Acanthus said coolly. “The Romulans are not the only ones aware of the unique attributes and possible advantage possessing one might have against the Borg.”

With that said, Kirk’s mind went into action. And then he made a profound statement.

“The Klingons we are heading towards have one,” Kirk deduced.

“How can you be sure?” I’lanti asked.

“They must know that a fleet of three ships wouldn’t defeat the Borg.” Kirk said.

“But Jim,” Mitchell said, “they know that the Borg are in some sort of sleep state. Maybe they don’t think they need a massive fleet.”

“However,” I’lanti said, picking up on Kirk’s train of thought, “they have to assume that such an attack might awake the Borg. If that were to happen, three D-7 battlecruisers would not have enough power to stop the Borg, unless…”

“They have a Remnant,” Kirk finished for I’lanti.

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Robert Scorpio Presents

Earth
Starfleet Command

The Crowded Square

Leonard McCoy shook his head in disbelief. He had left Legrange Georgia with Lt. Commander Nigel Garrision and the both of them had gone all the way back to Starfleet Command, which was located in San Francisco, so as to send a message to Jim Kirk about the strange turn of events revolving around McCoy’s adopted mother’s will. The plan was to verify the letter’s age and then send a message to Kirk. But the verification part of the plan was proving to be harder to achieve than first anticipated.

The letter, supposedly written nearly two-hundred years in the past by none other than General George Kincade, and passed down through the years, named James Kirk as the executor of the Kincade estate, that primarily being the mansion that Kincade had built in the 1800s. The letter was authenticated by a legal certification, and contained Jim Kirk’s service number as verification. Both the certification and Kirk’s service number were applied to the envelope nearly two-hundred years in the past; or so it was believed.

The perplexing part of that scenario was very obvious. How did General George Kincade, who fought during America’s Civil War, and died not long after it, even know Jim Kirk. The answer was simple; Kirk was going to end up back in the past. Was that Jim Kirk’s fate, McCoy wondered? To fight in a long ago war and die in the mid to late 1800s? Kirk had to be warned. But first McCoy wanted to make sure that the letter wasn’t some sort of twisted hoax.

All vested parties in the outcome of the letter’s verification, including Torsha Bennett and McCoy, agreed to have the letter scanned by Starfleet Command’s science department to insure the validity of the age of the letter. At first Torsha didn’t agree to such measures, but was later talked into to it by her husband Allison Jackson. (Unknown to Leonard McCoy; Torsha and Allison Jackson were killed and, as of yet, McCoy has not been informed. Their killer, as SAVVY readers will know, is the Founder posing as Pavel Chekov.)

Upon beaming over to San Francisco, and Starfleet Command, McCoy and Garrison brought the envelope which contained the letter to the bottom level of Starfleet Command’s science department. McCoy took it directly to none other than Dr. Richard Daystrom, whom McCoy had known the past.

“I’m sorry Leonard,” Daystrom said to McCoy after analyzing the letter, “I’m not really efficient in these matters, but I think I might know two men who might be. Heck, they seem to think they know everything as it is already.”

Daystom directed McCoy to the science lab on the other end of the bottom level he shared with the two eclectic men who worked there. This brought McCoy into the lab ran by Reginald Barclay and Martin Castillo.

The lab, which was obviously rarely ever cleaned, was very out of sorts. Discarded Twinky and Ding-dong wrappers were seen here and there on the floor. McCoy didn’t care about the condition of the lab; he wanted answers. When McCoy saw the two scientists he recognized the two men immediately. They were the ones who were able to send a subspace signal, which tunneled through the fabric of the galaxy, all the way to the Delta-Quadrant, and to the Emprenda, which was the ship McCoy and the rest of the Enterprise crew had called home for quite sometime while trying to find away back home to Earth.

There were several work tables and benches scattered about with various electronics spread across them. Martin Castillo sat at one of the tables working on some strange instrument as Barclay stood near the entrance to the lab to converse with the two visitors. McCoy shook his head in disbelief as Barclay explained the situation to him.

“You do realize Lt. Commander McCoy,” Barclay told McCoy, “that this isn’t our field of expertise either. We are Physicists; not Kinko copyboys.”

“However,” Castillo interjected from where he sat, “we have made improvements to that old technology and can now print a standard letter 6 million times from one single printer without any measurable loss of quality; you see, its all in the type of cartridge that is being…”

McCoy cut Castillo off.

“Look,” McCoy said, suddenly holding up the envelope, “this envelope, and the letter inside of it, is nearly two-hundred years old. No one is going to believe the contents of this letter, which is really fine with me, if the age of the letter can not be proven.”

Barclay smiled.

“Why are you smiling?” Garrison asked.

“Maybe you think,” Barclay said, “we are like those lab workers from that old TV show CSI. I loved watching those old reruns at my grandmother’s house when I lived with her and my grandfather in the summers of my youth. At first my grammy would put on some strange music show called the Lawrence Welk Show, and then CSI would come on next. CSI told the story about a…”

“I know the show,” McCoy strained to say, “Can you help me or not?”

An annoyed look came over Barclay’s face.

“You seem very agitated,” Barclay said as he..(continue the story, please follow this link)