Star Trek: Cogley's Law

[RobertScorpio]

I have always like Sam Cogley from "Court Martial". Though, in this wicked mind of mine, he would be more like Alan Shore from Boston Legal. So, I have decided to give Sam Cogley his due and give him his own 'law' based story.

He will first appear in an upcoming segment of STAR TREK: Sector 001, and then end up in this thread with his own storylines. Yes, in my mind I will see James Spader, instead of the wonderful Elisha Cook, but to each his own.

So look for him soon, right here in this thread (by this weekend I hope)

STAR TREK: COGLEY'S LAW

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

His first impression of the dusty old office he had bought for his first law practice was not good; not good at all. As he entered the barely lit, three room office, he could hear the pitter patter and claw scratches of the fleeing gerbils, cockroaches, cats, mice, spiders, and even, or at least a shadow betrayed, hopping of a kangaroo, as they all sped away for hiding places in they place they all called home; for now. But that didn’t deter Samuel T Cogley.

ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

Rats and Spiders


He opened his nostrils and breathed in deeply. The scent of the air was definitely tainted with the smell of animal feces, but amid that musky smell, was the smell of books and paper. The office had been built back in the early 1900s, near the city district of San Francisco, and had managed to with stand the 1906 fire, and the Earthquake that started the fire. The office had remained, on the second floor above the city vendors below, even during the great depressions of the 1920s and early 2010s. It was made of brick, which made its surviving earthquakes even more remarkable.

Sam surveyed the office space, and entered the back, main working office. There was an old Redwood desk, which made him smile. He had always dreamed of having a big desk like this one, and now, he did. It was old, to be sure, probably as old as the building, but it had character. Sam reached into his pocket and took out a cigar, and put it into his mouth. He then reached to the ground and swung his leather briefcase up, which had once belonged to the great Supreme Court justice Thurgood Marshall, and placed it on the old, redwood desk. The dust that was kicked up from the desk made him cough slightly, and made his cigar smoke really light up in the room.

“I love this place.” He said to himself.

He snapped open the briefcase and took out his graduation plaques and certificates, which were already framed. He also took out a hammer, and the few nails he had brought just for this moment, and after a few taps on the nails, he stood back in pure reverie of seeing his diplomas proudly displayed. And why wouldn’t he be smug at this moment. He had come far in his young career.

Then he walked over to the window, tugged down on the shade, and let it slide up to reveal the outside worlds. Down below he could see the city street. There was a strip club, which feature fully nude male and female dancers. The place was called Mudd’s, which, according to the sign, even featured new outer-space alien dancers; including, as the sign exclaimed in capital letters, green Orion women and blue toned Andorians as well.

“I will most definitely have to check that out,” Sam said to his reflection in the window.

Sam Cogley did not deny his reputation of not only being inventive with the law, but his insatiable desire for sex, which sometimes he took too far. But who cared? He was good at what he did, and that was being a lawyer.

In the distance he could see the Golden Gate Bridge, and just beyond it, the new Star Fleet Complex. Earth had just recently joined the intergalactic Federation, and that meant, there was no better time to practice law than now.

Down below, on the city street, he saw a recruitment sign for Star Fleet, featuring the smug smiling face of one Captain James T Kirk.

“What a goober,” Sam said as he puffed out smoke from his cigar. “Even someone like you will need my services someday.” Then he smiled. “And I will be here waiting.”


--
A half hour later, after a quick sweeping of the office with a broom he found in the other office, Sam Cogley was about to head out of his office, and back to his apartment in Pleasington, which was a nearby suburb, when the door opened and a strange man came in. He weighed at least three-hundred pounds, and was shirtless, and covered with tattoos. He held on to a leash which was attached to a small-person, who was also male, and walked behind him very quietly.

“Can I help you?” Sam asked.

“Is you a lawy’a?” the large man asked.

“Yes,” Sam said, “but I was about to head home.” Then he thought for a moment. “Are you rich?”

“Very,” the short-person replied.

“How can I help you?” Sam asked; being the slut for money he was.

The larger man spoke.

“We have both been accused of killing our domestic partner,” he said. “My name is Dumas, and this gimp here is named Paco.”

“How did your partner die?” Sam asked as he took notes.

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[RobertScorpio]

In the 2050s laws were passed in regard to the hiring of all employees. Employment councils were also set up, and they made sure that all businesses followed the hiring rules.

Strict quotas were set into law, and had to be followed, or businesses would be fined. The employment rules were to insure that outside factors, such as nepotism, or sexism, or racism, or any other ‘ism’, didn’t factor in when the choice was made. Of course, the lawyers who drafted the new laws made sure it didn’t apply to, but of course, lawyers.


ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

I Love Nudity

Special Guest Stars from STAR TREK: SECTOR 001
Captain Kirk and General Pike


After winning his first case, and by so doing, getting Dumas and Paco off the hook for killing their same sexed domestic partner, Sam Cogley spent a big part of his earnings on one of the expensive security scanners.

The scanners of the 2050s could peer through clothes, and underwear, which was exactly what Sam wanted. He didn’t use the scanner to find weapons, but to see how beautiful his perspective secretary was under her clothes. Was it wrong of him to compile nude photos of all his applicants? Yes. Was it, in fact, against the law? It sure was. Did he take those photos home and sexually please him self while looking at them? Definitely. Did he care?

No. The logical reason, at least in his mind, for using the scanner was simple; he’d be spending many hours with her, and he had to know if she was single, and if she was sexy. Actually, her being single didn’t really matter. Having an affair with a married woman wasn’t new to Samuel Cogley. So, she had to sexy; hence the scanner.

It had come down to one applicant, and Sam came to work that day all showered and refreshed. She was due to come in for her final interview, and Alan wanted to give her a great impression. He also had to make sure the scanner was prepped and read to go. Her name was Roberta Lincoln; and she had legs that would not quit.

--

The beautiful Roberta Lincoln, who wore a short skirt ensemble, was at a nearby park and she was not alone. She walked with a man, who had a white cat on his shoulder, and he was the replacement for Gary-7; his name was Mathew-81. Gary-7 had been the agent assigned to accompany the Enterprise during its showdown with the VGR. Gary-7 was mysteriously killed, and Mathew-81 was sent to find the answer as to why, and who had done it.

And in that effort,Mathew had brought a new recruit; agent-811/aka Robert Lincoln. She was an applicant to become a full-fledged operative, like Mathew-81 was, and if she performed well on this job, she was certain for promotion.

“Are you ready for this?” Mathew-81 asked. “This man, Sam Cogley, is not of the highest moral fiber like the men you knew back in the 1960s. Yet, according to the SPHERE, he will soon be involved with circles of the time stream, which is why you are here. You just have to be there when that time come.”

Lincoln adjusted her skirt, and smiled at Mathew. For not only was he her boss, she also had a crush on him. But, until now, he had not shown interest in her. Even though she was part of the same agency he was, she also knew her biological clock was ticking, and he was a fine looking man.

She even bent down to adjust her high-heels, hoping Mathew would stare down her dress. She looked up, without warning, and found him, instead, looking at the nearby tree. Maybe he was gay, she thought. She frowned, and wondered if this man with no moral fiber, Sam Cogley, would show her the attention she craved from the opposite sex. (Brother! She has no idea what she was in store for!)

“Well then,” Roberta said, “I better get going. I’m sure he will scan me again with that device of his, and I don’t want to be late.” She hoped to hear jealousy in Mathew’s words but it wasn’t coming.

“I hope you do not find this mission demeaning.” Mathew-81 said.

Being ogled by a man for her beauty actually made her feel good, rather than only being wanted for her brain and knowledge, which is what Mathew-81 liked about her. But dang it all!! Roberta was in her prime!

“It does kind of rub me the wrong way that I have to do this,” Roberta lied, “but I am doing this for the agency. I guess we all have to make sacrifices.” Robert said, faking being disappointed in her voice.

“Then off you go,” Mathew-81 said. “According to the SPHERE, the time will soon come when you will be in close contact with Star Fleet. Contact me on the designated frequency of your device, and only then.”

Mathew-81 turned, walked away, and then was swallowed up by the energy tunnel that took him away instantly. Roberta frowned; he didn’t even look back to her as he walked away. The cat did, but Roberta was not aroused by female changlings.

“Oh well,” Roberta said to her self. Then she thought about the upcoming meeting with Samuel Cogley; and she was soon walking toward Cogley’s office with an extra zip in her step.

--

Meanwhile, at one of the pubs located in downtown San Francisco, Captain James T Kirk and General Christopher Pike were ...

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[RobertScorpio]

Earth
San Francisco.
The Star Fleet Command complex is in the distance.
Mid to late 2050s.


The room was nearly perfectly silent. The only sound that could be heard came from the low humming that the overhead lights were putting off. Roberta Lincoln was reading a policy letter that her prospective employer, Sam Cogley, had handed her to read. And while she was indeed reading it, she also knew that he was scanning her entire body with the so called security scanner. In fact, Robert knew that Sam was actually seeing through her clothes, outer and under garments, at her naked body. And yet, in a strange way, she liked being ogled. She liked knowing that men liked her not only for her brain, but for her body as well. And she was confident that Mr. Cogley could see evidence of her arousal, though covered by her clothes, as they were.

ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

A New Life




--
New York City
1799



She was actually born in the year 1794 in the brand new nation of the United State of America. Her family had emigrated from England nearly fifty years before her birth. But, at the age of five, in the year 1799, on a fateful night, while in a carriage with her mother, a bridge pass gave out and the carriage they were riding in plunged to the rocks below.

Roberta had survived the crash, but her mom hadn’t. Her mom’s head had been crushed upon a rock, her brain matter splattered in the mud, a sight Roberta would never forget. The driver, as well as the bulk of the carriage, had been swept away by the flashflood. All alone, in the bleak of night, next to her mom’s dead body, Roberta was just a five year old girl, lost and alone. Her clothes were sopping wet, and she shivered, waiting for her death to come. Death came close, in the form of the cold air and passing animals that had shown interest. But this young girl hung on to her life. Her mom was dad. And while she loved her father, he never really showed interest in Roberta, having been hoping for a son, not a daughter.

While her life slowly ebbed away, there was a strange silver light in the sky. At first she had mistaken it as a star, but as it came out of the sky, and closer to her, Roberta knew it wasn’t a star. The light ended up being the size of a man; and in fact, as the light came to rest near where she was, on the shore of the raging stream, a man stepped out from the light. Robert could only gasp.

“Hello there,” a kind warm voice of a man said with a slight English accent. “My name Thomas-5, and if you so wish, I will take you from this place so that you can live out the rest of your life.”

“Are you an angel?” She asked the strange man, who had gray hair and slightly graying hair in his head.

“No,” he told her. “Though I have been mistaken for one many times, so do not be alarmed.”

“Am I dead?” the smart girl asked.

“No, you are not dead. You would have been dead if I had not come along as I did.” He told her. “If you should want to come with me, to where I live a, you shall live. If you decide to stay, I can not vouch for what will come of you here, especially in this situation.”

“My mother and father are dead,” Roberta told him. “I have no sisters or brothers, nor any grand parents.”

“Then coming with me,” the man with the gray hair on his head said, “might be the best thing for you, though I must stress, it must be your choice. My name is,” he thought for a moment, “my name is Michael-17.”

Roberta, in all her innocence, smiled back at her new friend.

Mathew-17 took a strange, and a rather small metallic device came out from somewhere, and twisted it. Roberta’s mother vanished.

“Where is she?” Roberta asked.

“She’s in a far better place,” Mathew-17 replied.

--
Sam Cogley’s office
2050s

The policy letter Roberta was reading made it perfectly clear that she could not hold him, Samuel Cogley, responsible for any perceived, or even actual, behavior that might be considered sexual harassment. Any she attempt to press him with charges; she could lose her job; under the terms of the labor contract, which was not binding to the new Labor Laws, nor could it be challenged by a Labor Council Board.

As she was reading on, she decided to make sure he was still paying attention to her body, and so she took a moment to uncross her legs and then cross them again; Cogley, during the maneuver, suddenly dropped the mug of hot-tea he was sipping on while pretending to innocently looking at the monitor on his desk which she new displayed her naked body.

“Shit,” Sam said as he used a roll of paper towels he had situated on the desk earlier, to clean the mess up. “I’m so sorry,” he told her. “I am such a klutz at times.”

“Oh, no problem Mr. Cogley,” she told him, smiling on the outside, but laughing on the inside. She could tell by looking at his flustered face, and his nervous behavior, that he was aroused by her; and she liked that a lot. If only Mathew-81

That was when the door to the main office opened. Sam had brought Roberta back to his office, where the scanner was located, and heard the door to the office, which was located at the front office area, opened.

“Please continue,” Sam Cogley told her as he stood up to see who had come into the office. He had made sure earlier that none of the other applicants had been called back. Also, aware of his heightened state of excitement, he stood up in front of Robert Lincoln and held a strategically placed folder in front of his trousers. “I’ll see who it is.”

Sam Cogley headed out of his office, and Roberta Lincoln couldn’t help but giggle at his feeble attempt to hide his arousal. She continued to read the policy form, hoping that the interview, and ogling, wasn’t quite done yet.

--
Sam Cogley came into the front office area.

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[RobertScorpio]

Earth
Star Fleet Complex
San Francisco Bay

It was a beautiful day in San Francisco as the monorail made its way across the Golden Gate Bridge. The beautiful Pacific Ocean reflected sunlight from above, and several dozen sailing boats could be scene across the bay. There were also several tourist boats, with twenty passengers or more, that were sight seeing along the famous waterway as well. And, this day, there was an added excitement. Because along with the sailboats, tourists boats, and even a few jet-skiers here and there, were several dozen network helicopters over head as well.

ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

Politics and Androids


James T Kirk, who had recently returned from the Delta-Quadrand, and Samuel Cogley, attorney at all, exited the monorail that had taken them across the Golden Gate Bridge and into the center of the Star Fleet complex. And as it had been a very crowded monorail, the Star Fleet Complex was even busier and even more crowded; something was going on.

“What’s going on here?” Kirk asked Cogley. “I was just over here with General Pike earlier this morning, and now, it’ like a zoo.”

“Don’t you read the papers?” Sam Gogley asked, removing the cigar from his mouth, as he pointed at one of many television monitors that displayed the CNN news broadcasts, as well as other networks, on it. “

The screen was showing stock footage of the Romulan Praetor, who, according to the news reports, had suffered from a massive heart attack earlier in the day, and had died. The footage showed recent events, such as the arrival of the Romulan fleet and the first meeting of President Jadhav and the Praetor. There were even quick glimpses of Ambassador Sarek and General Pike as well. Most of the footage took place atop some building in France where the Federation diplomatic mission was.

“It will be interesting to see watch how they replace him,” Cogley added.

“That’s right,” Kirk said. “I forgot out the Romulans being here. It all happened while I was gone. You say he was their Praetor?”

“When their world was destroyed by that VGR cloud,” Cogley told Kirk, “he became their ruler and I guess negotiated the return of his people to Earth. As I’m sure you know, five thousand years ago, or so, their descendants had been taken from Earth. That woman next to him,” Cogley said as Nor’vra was shown on the monitor, “was his closest advisor, and I apparently from what the reports are saying, she is has taken over as their leader until elections can be held later this year,” Cogley finished saying.

Captain Kirk could not help but notice the look of lust in Cogley’s eyes as the lawyer stared at the images of Nor’vra. Kirk could not blame him; she was very beautiful, but very strong looking and proud as well.

“And she’s coming here?” Kirk asked, as he and Cogley made their way through the complex?

“Yes,” Cogley said, “it might have made more since had we waited to do this until tomorrow.”

“We don’t have time,” Kirk said to him. “Daystrom is going to want to start taking Ruk apart pretty quickly; in fact he may have already started. Are you sure we can do this?”

“Kirk,” Cogley said. “The judge who signed off on this immediate desist order is a very close friend. She also happens to serve on one of the appellate courts in the area. I know her quite well….

[MEMORY CUT IN…

Sam Cogley stood in the middle of a dark hotel room as the woman had accompanied him into the room swooped around his body like a Tasmanian devil, practically shredding his clothes off in the process.

Her name was Glenda Barios, and she had just become one of the youngest judges to hold office in the history of California. She had been a friend of Cogley’s ever since they had met during a protest rally years earlier. He liked her because she was a classic nymphomaniac. And as he stood there, watching her squat down to her knees in front of him so as to remove his trousers, he felt another pair of arms come around from the back. It was Glenda’s twin sister and…]

MEMORY CUT OFF]

..and she has the clout to do this.” Cogley insisted.

“Can her authority over rule this Federation Earth has joined?” Kirk asked.

“Probably not,” Cogley admitted, “but if the Federation is smart, its not going to want to get tangled up with an Earth matter after just recently letting us join their club. In fact, IK think they have some kind of non-interference policy. And if this android is as unique as you say it is, it shouldn’t just be thrown away like a toaster. I think I can easily make that case in a court of law.”

“I hope you’re right,” Kirk said as they finally entered the large, main structure which was Star Fleet Command Headquarters; their goal? To find General Christopher Pike and serve the desist paper work; and save Ruk.

--
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge, in downtown San Francisco,

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Earth
Star Fleet Complex
San Francisco Bay


General Pike entered his office at Star fleet Command and it was obvious that he was in a rush. He found James Kirk and another man in his office sitting in the chairs at his desk.
“Jim,” Pike said as he came over to his desk, “this is not a good time. I’ve got Nor’vra arriving soon, I’ve got Sarek arriving, and I’ve got to be there to administer the tour of Star Fleet Command.”

Before Kirk could speak, Sam Cogley did.

“Then just sign this,” Cogley said as he took a folded piece of paper out from inside his blazer, and slid it across the desk toward Pike, “and we will disappear into the woodwork. I know a busy man when I see one.”

ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

Busy Man


Pike picked up the legal binding paper, signed by a judge, which was full of lawyerly talk. In essence, when signed by Pike, it would relinquish the Ruk android into a limbo legal status until his rights, and then citizenship status, could be determined by a court of law. Pike looked to Kirk.

“Are you serious?” Pike asked.

Again, Cogley, with icy cold eyes, answered for Kirk.

“Excuse me sir,” Cogley said to Pike, “I wouldn’t really care if Captain Kirk dropped me from this case or not,” Cogley stated flatly. “If there is even the slightest chance that this android, not to mention other androids like it, can be proven to be sentient life forms, albeit artificial life forms, then it is our responsibility to make sure they are not exploited until this matter is decided in a court of law.”

“These things are not humans,” Pike said quickly.

“The exact same argument used during slavery,” Cogley rebutted.

“Excuse me,” Pike said to Cogley, “what is your name?”

“Sam Cogley; Attorney at law.” Cogley said. “General Pike you will find that the document I just handed to you is as legitimate as they come. I am being very serious when I warn you that this could be a very sensitive issue.”

Pike shook his head.

“I am no legal expert Mr. Cogley,” Pike said to directly to Cogley, “But when our world joined the Federation, certain aspects of our sovereignty were negotiated as well. That android, Ruk, is Federation property, and thus, falls outside the purview of Earth law.”

“Um,” Cogley replied, “no it doesn’t. That android, even if it is determined not to be sentient, was built by unknown elements here on Earth, or so it appears presently. Until the origin of that android is proven, and since it was found here on Earth, by Captain Kirk no less, it is not property of the Federation. In fact, if you are telling me now that it isn’t alive, and isn’t sentient, and since James Kirk found it, well then it actually belongs to him. If you do not return Kirk’s property to him, then I will charge the Federation with theft. I believe the Federation’s own Prime Directive, which I have read just earlier today by the way, would bare this to be true.”

“Look,” Pike said to them, “I can sympathize with some of what you are saying. Ruk is still down in Daystrom’s lab, and has not been disassembled yet. I will call down there and make sure he isn’t touched until we can find time to deal with this. Right now, I don’t have the time.”

“Chris,” Kirk finally said, “not that I don’t trust Dr. Daystrom, but I would like to go down there and make sure Ruk is not in danger.”

“Come on then,” Pike said, “his lab happens to be on the way where I am heading. I’ll take you down there; is that good enough?”

Kirk smiled.

“Yes,” Kirk said.

“General,” Cogley said, “I don’t mean to sound pushy, but I take the rights of any individual, which this android could be determined to be in the future, very seriously.”
(And, in Cogley’s mind, he can also see a lot of free press, and money at the end of it all as well.)

“I understand,” Pike replied. “Let’s go. Like I said, I am very busy today. In fact,” Pike said to Kirk and Cogley, “according to that,” Pike said as he pointed up at a monitor that displayed flights coming in and out San Francisco’s international airport, “acting Romulan Praetor Nor’vra’s flight has just arrived.”

Pike left his office, with Kirk and Cogley following him. Moments later they emerged from an elevator, on their way to Daystrom’s office.

--
Meanwhile, Sarek’s shuttle landed on the tarmac, which was located next to the Star Fleet command complex. The majestic Golden Gate Bridge could be seen in the distance as Ambassador Sarek came out of the shuttle and was received by Admiral Cartwright.

“It is good to see you again, Admiral Cartwright,” Sarek said. “Where might I ask is my good friend General Pike?”

“The General was detained,” Cartwright said, “but if you don’t mind, I will take you to him.”

“Thank you very much,” Sarek said, “I would definitely appreciate that.”

And with that, Admiral Cartwright, who himself was accompanied by three military advisors, escorted Ambassador Sarek (of course the android duplicate of the real Sarek) off the tarmac and into the massive complex.

--
At that instant, on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge at Sam Cogley’s law office...

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[RobertScorpio]

I forgot to mention at the end of the last intallment that it would be continued in the next installment of STAR TREK:SECTOR 001 (aug 29).

It has just dawned on me that these stories (ENTERPRISE--SAM COGLEY--SECTOR 001) are crossing over more and more as we near Enterprise's 100th installment...I will be sure to write 'to be continued' and in what storyline the events will flow into...

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

Monkey Wrench


EARTH
San Francisco
Star Fleet Command


“I still can’t believe we just got done talking to Scotty,” a jubilant James Kirk said as he, along with Samuel Cogley, General Pike, Ambassador Spock and Admiral Cartwright made their way towards Richard Daystrom’s lab, which was one story up from Reginald Barclay’s lab.

Kirk was in a joyful mood because, at last, it seems things were going their way. The Enterprise was still trapped in the Delta-Quadrant, but at least, soon, they would be able to communicate with the crew. The news of Spock’s coma was not good, however. Kirk could only hope that McCoy could help the fallen Vulcan.

“Hopefully,” Cartwright said, “those two egg-heads can find some way to bring them home.”

“Amen to that,” Pike said.

Kirk turned to Cogley.

“So,” Kirk said, “are you going to tell us how you already knew Scotty?” Kirk asked.

“No,” Cogley said, “you won’t hear it from me.”

“I think.” Admiral Cartwright said, “I should look into this manner. He is a member of Starfleet, and is commanding a crew that is depending on him to bring them all home.”

“Oh, let it go,” Pike said to Cartwright. “I think they are going through enough already to have to worry about events buried in their past.”

“That would be logical,” Sarek said.

The quasi-good mood came to a quick end as they entered Daystrom’s lab. The smile on Kirk’s face vanished the moment he saw that Ruk was inside of a security cell, which was enclosed by an energy field. Kirk was not happy at seeing Ruk’s situation, nor was Kirk happy to see who was keeping Ruk detained; Richard Daystrom. (savvy readers will recall that Kirk/Daystrom clashed over Spock, and his uniqueness, as well many installments ago).

“What is the meaning of this?” Kirk demanded.

Cogley turned to Pike.

“General, I demand that this android be released until his status can be determined.” Cogley insisted.

Dr. Daystrom came over to where the others stood.

“I’m sorry,” Daystrom said to Cogley, “who would you might be?”

“My name is Samuel T Cogley, attorney at law, and this,” Cogley said as he handed Daystrom the desist order, “is not a debatable matter.”

Admiral Cartwright stepped between Cogley and Daystrom.

“Mr. Cogley,” Cartwright said, “this is a Star Fleet complex; you can not simply come in here and make demands.”

“This is Earth, last time I checked,” Cogley said to Cartwright, “and I think….”

Suddenly, having ripped off its restraints, unseen, Ruk rushed towards where the others stood, right through the energy barrier, tossing Pike and Kirk aside as though they were rag dolls, and grabbed Sarek by the head. Before anyone could react, Ruk twisted Sarek’s head completely off. Sarek’s body did not fall to the ground, and it was clear, due to the electronic device protruding from the neck whole, that Sarek wasn’t actually ordinary himself.

“What the hell is going on,” Pike demanded as security officers rushed over, with their phaser-guns aimed at Ruk, as he held Sarek’s head.

“Heeeeee is not huuuman,” Ruk said to them in a low, but rumbling voice. “Heee is one of uuuussss.”

The Sarek body collapsed to the ground. Kirk, Pike, Cogley and Cartwright all knelt down to look at Sarek’s android body.

“If this isn’t Sarek,” Pike said, “then where is he?”

“Sir,” Cartwright said, “I suggest we arrest his Vulcan doctor. If I’m not mistaken, he has been with Sarek the entire time during his hospital stay. He had to have known that the Ambassador was replaced.”

“Make it so,” Pike said.

Cartwright went over to a nearby phone to give the order to apprehend the Vulcan doctor.

“This is all find and dandy,” Cogley said to them all, “but it doesn’t change anything. I demand that Mr. Ruk here be released from confinement. With what has just happened,” Cogley said as he looked at Ruk, still standing beside them holding the android Sarek’s head, “I believe he needs representation now more than ever.”

“Look,” Pike said to Cogley, and Kirk, “surely you can both see this is a unique situation. Its clear Ruk was aware that Sarek was an android the moment we came in.”

“And?” Cogley pressed.

“Can’t you see?” Daystrom said as he too crouched down and looked at the fake Sarek’s body, “it is clear to the General and I that both Ruk and the Sarek-android are of the same constructs, though the Sarek model has been more refined. We have no idea how Ruk came to be in that forest in Colorado, but I am willing to bet my career that he, and Sarek, were built by the same man.”

“Roger Corby?” Pike asked.

“Precisely,” Daystrom said.

“Again,” Cogley said. “I must insist that Ruk’s rights be protected. You will no doubt, after what has just happened, be tempted to dismantle him so as to get to his memory chips, or whatever is inside his head, to find your answers. Someone has to act in his best interests should it later be decided that he is protected by the same laws the rest of us are..”

“General,” Cartwright said to Pike, “we can not let the real Sarek’s life be hanging in the balance because of undecided law.”

“I must agree,” Daystrom said. “It is only a machine. I may find the way to unlock its memory, just as Mr. Cogley said, and lead us to where ever Sarek is being held captive.”

Kirk looked up at Ruk, who was still there.

“A machine,” Kirk said to the Daystrom and Cartwright, “that with his immense strength could have, the moment he broke out of your cage, smashed through the energy field, tried to escape, but it didn’t.”

Pike stood up and walked over to Ruk, who then handed Pike the Sarek-android’s head.

“Ruk,” Pike said to the massive android, as he set Sarek’s head down on the table, “why did you not run?”

“The otherrrr,” Ruk said motioning to the Sarek-android, “could have killed you allllll. I stopped it.”

“You may have stopped it,” Daystrom said to Ruk, “but was that for our benefit or yours?”

“We are alive,” Cogley said. “Does that really matter?”

Suddenly the PA system came to life.

(ALL HANDS, ATTENTION, ALL HANDS. ACTING ROMULAN PRAETOR NOR’VRA WILL BE ARRIVING IN THE NEXT THREE MINUTES. GENERAL PIKE PLEASE REPORT TO THE TARMAC.)

“I have to go,” Pike said to the others.

“Wait,” Cogley said in protest. “What about Ruk?”

Pike looked to Daystrom.

“I have seen enough,” Pike said, “I am ordering you to release Ruk into the custody of Jim Kirk and Mr. Cogley.”

“I must protest,” Daystrom countered.

“I must agree with Dr. Daystrom,” Cartwright added. “Your decision may cost the life of the Vulcan Ambassador.”

Pike had not time to debate.

“I’ve made my decision,” Pike said, and then he turned and left.

Pike walked out of the lab, and headed for the tarmac to be there in time for the arrival of Nor’vra.

Daystrom looked to Kirk.

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More than an Orgasm Required?

The crowded courtroom began to hush as the Judge gaveled the noise down. The courtroom was crowded due to the import of the matter. And, it was also the day of closing arguments for a case that, when decided, would have ramifications that would ripple out, not just across Earth, but the Federation as well.

Several important VIPS were also in attendance. Colonel Christopher Pike, Ambassador Spock, and his beautiful, yet still recuperating wife, Amanda all sat behind the pursuant in the matter; Ruk.

Ruk was an android who was created by the now deceased Doctor Roger Corby. Corby himself, as it turned out, had died many years in the past, and had died in an android construct. The issue at hand was simple on the surface, but, as always, pitted the needs of man against the ideas of man.

Sitting next to Ruk, was Ruk’s lawyer; Samuel T Cogley. Even at a young age, Cogley had made a name for himself at being a ‘trouble maker in law circles. Ten years previously, in the last 2040s, and fresh out of law school, Cogley had successfully won a case that forced the end of so called “jungle” cities in New York City.

Jungle cities were poverty stricken havens that arose around the nation, not far from the larger cities such as New York and Los Angeles, for illegal immigrants who had flocked to many of the major United States cities and European cities as well, during the great world-wide depression of the early 2000s. On one hand, many countries of that time put up a public face as though they were fighting illegal immigration. But, on the other hand, with falling birthrates and no one to do the so called ‘dirty work’, illegal immigration was allowed beneath the table so as to restrict any real rise in wages. So, while there were border guards protecting major cities like San Diego from the so called vile illegals, there were also vast amounts of land un-protected which led to millions of people walking across borders as if the lines drawn on the maps did not exist.

Sam Cogley sued the United States government, on behalf of three Arab families. The American government, due to pressure put on them by a vocal conservative movement in the 2030s, ordered National Guard troops to enter one of the Jungle cities near Houston Texas, which was mainly populated by illegal immigrants from Pakistan and Iraq, on what would be proven to be false accusations of terrorist cell activities. All three families had children accidentally killed in the raid, and sued the American government. Cogley, who was eager to make him self a name, had won the case, and in so doing, each family received one-hundred million dollars in compensation. Of course, Cogley would keep 24% of each award for him self. He would later lose most of that money due to his gambling, and addiction to sexual encounters with so called deviant women; but that was another story.

This new case, to decide whether or not androids were to be granted the same rights as those who made them, was Cogley’s chance to get his name back in the papers. His law practice in San Francisco was still expanding, and Ruk’s case would, Sam hoped, bring him new fortune (they were suing for Ruk’s rights, AND one-hundred million dollars for the false imprisonment) which he would use to not only refurbish his office, but to find three or four of the best hookers in the San Francisco area for a night of sin filled sexual activities!

The Federation was not happy with the fact that Colonel Pike and Ambassador Sarek were there to support Ruk in his endeavors. But Pike and Sarek, who had come to see Ruk as more than just a ‘toaster’, as many in the military establishment of the Federation called them.

As the Judge gaveled the room again, she (the judge) was also engaged with a conversation with the bailiff. This gave the signal that although she wanted the gallery to hush-down; she was just giving them an early warning.

The Federation/Earth council, with Dr. Richard Daystrom as their main witness, had already given their closing argument, and now the court, and the gathered media, was waiting anxiously to hear Cogley give his.

Sarek looked over to Pike.

“Colonel,” Sarek said, “Have your heard from Kirk yet?”

Pike shook his head.

“No,” Pike replied. “The last report we got was that witnesses saw him at a café in Daytona Beach, with of all people, your son. We discounted that for obvious reasons.”

(Savvy readers; Kirk is currently in the Mirror Universe with the Mirror-Spock and Mirror-Sulu, fighting for his life! Read those adventures in STAR TREK: SECTOR 001 #35-36)

As it turned out, many Federation worlds already exploited androids. If the practice was struck down on Earth, which hadn’t even begun to exploit them in mass, but was now a member world of the Federation, and if other sympathetic worlds also went along, the exploitation of androids throughout the Federation could come to an end. This did not sit well with many in the military establishment, and, strangely enough, the scientific community.

Android labor was used on far-off mining worlds...


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Dear Readers...

I have been writing the next installment with a friend of mine. He is African-American, and is also an assistant D.A. here in San Diego. I really wanted Sam Cogley to make one hell of a closing speech, connecting the plight of Androids to that of the issue of slavery. But the mature nature of what Sam was going to say, as pretty much written by my friend, would have been very controversal. It was genuine though!

When I tried to 'butcher it" down to a more 'readable' (meaning more TBBS/AD Astra acceptable clean versrion) I felt it just lost something in the translation.

I have decided not to hack it up just so that it will not be as offensive (and yet as thought provoking) as it was intended to be, in terms of mature subject matter...

Suffice to say; Cogley win's the day with a stunning argument! Ruk is granted his rights, and well....thats pretty much it.

I hope to use Sam Cogley (who REALLY is Alan Shore to me) in another way soon....thanks for hanging in there!!!

Rob
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ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

The Second Time
(Cogley's Law takes place in the same universe, and general time, of SECTOR 001 and USS ENTERPRISE)

Samuel T Cogley hated Tuesdays with a passion. Monday nights were usually spent with a prostitute he’d find in some dingy alley, and maybe her midget friend, depending on how lucky he was. A short trip to a liquor store, and the nearest adult-toy shop, and then straight to a cheap hotel, was how most Monday’s went.

And the previous night had been no different. By the time the three of them fell asleep due to sexual exhaustion, it was three in the morning. Tuesday had actually already started. And Tuesdays were the days that Cogley hated the most.

Tuesdays meant he had to get up early, and be down at the San Francisco courthouse by no later than 8:30 in the morning. He had to get up, shower, shave, and dress accordingly. California had passed a law, long ago, that insured that those who could not afford good lawyers to defend themselves would still have access to the better lawyers, due to the state forcing high-class lawyers to take such low-rent cases to insure “equal justice” for all.

So, once he was up and dressed, Cogley left his small apartment. He left a note for the two prostitutes to see themselves out. He left them $1800 (this is 2054 remember) in cash on the kitchen table, and two Hershey kisses, and then he headed out the door.

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When trolling the holding compound at the courthouse, the usual stock of un-registered hookers was the obvious choice for Samuel T Cogley. Most of them could not afford to pay anything, and were willing to trade sexual favors for his services, which was fine with him. Although prostitution was made legal, as a means to bring in extra taxes, un-regulated prostitution was a rampant. Many of the un-registered prostitutes were under age, most only by mere months. But because they were also highly sought after, the government saw them as competition for tax revenue. The ECLU (Earth Civil Liberty Union) had fought to lower the age, but their efforts had fallen short.

There were also other criminals that occupied the holding cells. Pimps, black-market body part brokers and other small time criminals were abundant as well. But one person in the holding cell was a very prim and proper looking man; and he looked innocent. But he also had the look of someone who was in a lot of trouble. Since Cogley’s sexual appetite had been satisfied by the one legged hooker and her midget friend the night before, Cogley didn’t feel the need to represent a prostitute. He asked the sergeant running the cage to bring the young man to one of the conference rooms.

Cogley made his way to one of the conference rooms. They were tiny rooms, barely enough space for a small table and a chair on either side. The rooms smelt of cigarette smoke and bodily excrements of all variety. The door to the room was opened, and the police man guided the man from the cell into the seat. Then the cop turned and left, and flashed Sam Cogley five fingers meaning that he had five-minutes to confer with the suspect.

“I would like to defend you.” Cogley said, as he stared at the young man, who had a name tag; it was labeled with the name Jacob Tudor.

Jacob was about six feet tall, and had black straight hair. He wore a pair of glasses and looked very ordinary, very clean cut.

“What are you being charged with, Mr. Tudor?” Cogley asked quietly.

“Sex with a minor; a boy I have never met, and his murder.” Jacob replied.

“If you have never met this, boy, then why did the police book you?” Cogley asked. “I mean, the police are usually, not always, but usually good with this kind of thing, so how did they end up arresting you?”

“They arrested me,” Jacob said, “because they found my sperm and his body at the scene of the crime. There is also evidence that he was sexually assaulted.”

“Where did this all happen?” Cogley countered with.

Jacob looked up at the ceiling, then back down at Cogley.

“My apartment,” Jacob said.

“So let me get this straight,” Cogley said, “they found the dead boy at your apartment, with your sperm as evidence that he had not only been killed by you, but that he had been sexually attacked.”

“Yes,” Jacob answered. “And yes, I know it seems very cut and dry, but I swear to you, Mr. Cogley, I did not do either of those crimes.”

“Are you gay?” Cogley asked.

“Yes, but I assure that my relations are with other men, not with children,” Jacob answered.

Cogley studied the man, and found him quite composed for a man charged with rape of a minor and murder.

“Excuse me if this sounds like doubt,” Cogley said, “but you seem rather calm through all of this. I mean, if I were being accused of such crimes I would be screaming at full volume that I’m innocent. Why aren’t you?”

“Because,” Jacob said, “I know that I did not do this crime. And I am confident that justice will be served.”

“You have to admit,” Cogley said, “that the evidence and situations you described to me are at best,” Cogley said with a smile, “dire.”

“But its Tuesday,” Jacob said. “And being that my late father was a lawyer, such as your self, I know that on Tuesdays the best of the best are forced to take on freebies such as my case. So, I am quite confident that you will prove my innocence.”

“Oh,” Cogley said, “you seem quite sure of that. Why?”

“Because, Mr. Cogley,” Jacob said, “I didn’t kill the boy, nor did I rape him. The evidence, such as it is points at me as the prime suspect. I have seen your commercials enough on TV to know that no matter if I did it or not, I won’t be convicted.”

“What if I had not come in that door today,” Cogley asked, “and you had gotten another lawyer to defend you.”

“Impossible,” Jacob said, “it had to be you, and you alone.”

Samuel Cogley had defended many strange people in his short career as a lawyer. He had even proven the humanity of an android named Ruk recently. But Jacob Tudor was proving to be very enigmatic.

“Look,” Cogley said to Jacob, “I don’t think I’m going to take this case. I am quite sure that another…”

Cogley was cut off.

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ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

All Aboard!!!

-reminder..this story takes place in the same timeframe as STAR TREK The 21st Century--

In the 2050s, Earth had just joined the intergalactic community called the Federation. That alone was an amazing accomplishment. Some people on Earth still clang to old beliefs, but thankfully, most of the Earth’s population had accepted the fact that they were no longer alone, in terms of life, intelligent life, in the cosmos. Vulcans had become the most visual of the alien visitors, but there were others coming as well. Andorians, with their physical antenna, blue skin, and interesting sexual life stile, were common visitors as well.

The everyday life of humans was changing as well; and not in small ways. The new technologies, and Federation membership, was having a large affect as well. With the arrival of anti-gravity technology, and Transporter technology, the old ways of travel, automobile, train, even air travel, were seeing dramatic changes as they were being marginalized by shuttle transport and, the ever more interesting, Transporter machines, and Transporter network, that now covered the entire world. Now, if someone in San Antonio Texas wanted to visit their friend in Sydney Australia, all they had to do was go to the local Transporter hub, pay their $150, and, literally seconds later, they were in Sydney’; it was that simple.

But then, on the other hand, there were still those who loved to travel by many of the old ways still available. And one of those so called old ways was by monorail. San Francisco had, through-out the course of the 21st century, always been on the cutting edge of mass-transit technologies. A vast monorail system crisscrossed the beautiful city, literally another layer of travel above the other fabled form of travel in the city by the bay; cable cars. The monorails, and cable cars, gave San Francisco, and its surrounding areas, a very old, but very new look.

Monorail 105-L was one of busiest routes in San Francisco, in terms of the number of people who rode it. In recent years, nearly four-hundred thousand people had rode on this monorail everyday to work, and back home. And because it also went by many historic elements of the city, it was sought out by tourists as well. But, with the arrival of shuttles, and the Transporter, those numbers had seen sharp declines.

The engineer of 105-L was a simple man named Josh Trimble. He was in his mid 30s, single, and he loved his job. He loved greeting the passengers, and pointing out the sights to the tourists. The 105-L actually went over the Golden Gate Bridge, then went to various stops on the other side, including several Starfleet stops. Tourists loved to come and see the massive buildings that had been constructed with alien technology, as well as the many alien visitors. The Federation had been very helpful to make certain that the stigma of ‘outer space’ visitors was lessened by letting schools, from all over the world, come and meet the visitors, and attend several ‘get to know you’ seminars that were held at various venues on the island. Josh himself had met many of the more prominent aliens, including the most known of them all; Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan.

Sarek, who was very stoic and very soft spoken, understood his role as being one to foster friendly relations with humanity. Josh Trimble, the simple engineer of 105-L, had shared several small conversations with the Vulcan while he was a passengers. When Josh told his passengers that he had met Sarek, it evoked adulation, and even gave the passengers hope that they might be so lucky to see Sarek riding the 105-L; and on occasion Sarek did just that.
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Lawyer Samuel T. Cogley, and accused killer/child rapist Jacob Tudor, sat in the back of the 105-L. Luckily for them, the monorail was not that crowded. They entered the monorail at the back entrance and took their seats near the door. Cogley looked over at Jacob Tudor.

“Look,” Cogley said to him, “you were remanded into my custody out of a favor from a friend of mine down at the DA’s office. Don’t do something stupid and run off.”

Jacob smiled at Cogley.

“You’re afraid of me,” Jacob said, “You’re afraid that I am a homosexual killer; and that at any moment I might attack you, just as I have been accused of doing with that boy.”

“Well,” Cogley allowed, “there is that.” He said, as he put a stick of gum in his mouth. “But I am more worried about the $350,000 I’m on the line for if you skip bail.”

“I told you,” Jacob reminded Cogley, “that I will pay you back, and the 15% for the loan, and your $250,000 fee you are charging me, once my assets are unfrozen after I am found innocent.”

“It’s a good thing I didn’t tell the judge your story,” Cogley said under his breath. “By the way, if you did travel to here from the future, how did you do it?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Jacob said, “because the person who sent me back told me not to tell you.”

Cogley looked up at a TV monitor that was in the upper corner of the passenger cabin. A news flash about Starfleet responding to a possible invading fleet was calmly read by the news-anchor woman. Stock footage of various ships was shown.

“Oh yeah,” Jacob said looking at the screen as well, “this was the day that stuff with the Borg happened.”

“What stuff?” Cogley asked. “Oh yeah,” Cogley remembered, “you’re not going to tell me so that I don’t ruin the future with my knowledge.”

“Something like that,” Jacob replied.

Cogley looked up towards the front of the monorail, where the engineer was.

“And you’re sure,” Cogley said softly to Jacob, “that man up there, driving this monorail, is the one who raped and killed the boy in your apartment, and will admit to it five years from now.”

“That’s him,” Jacob replied, “and yes; not only will he admit to killing the boy in my apartment last week,” Jacob said, then he looked back to Cogley, “he will admit to doing it just after he kills you, five years from now.”

“No one is going to believe a word of this,” Cogley said, “hell, I’m not sure I even believe it. And if by chance he did do it, killed that boy last week, don’t you think he is going to recognize who you are when we go up there and confront him?”

Jacob could see the look of doubt on Cogley’s face.

“Listen,” Jacob said, “don’t you ...(to continue, please follow this link >>>>>>>> engage)

 

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ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

You and Me




The monorail conductor, Josh Trimble, engaged the monorail back upon it is guided course along the track, back toward the resting yard on the other side of the bay. Closed for traffic, there would be no other passengers aboard the monorail besides Samuel T Cogley and Jacob Tudor; Cogley’s client who was charged with murder and sexual assault.

“Do you two know each other?” Cogley asked Josh and Jacob.

“Yes, I lied to you before, I do know Josh.” Jacob said. “He and I have been lovers for nearly a year, at this point of time.”

“And he killed that person in your apartment last night?” Cogley asked.

“No,” Josh said, “I didn’t kill him. At least I should say,” Josh added, “it was not this Josh Trimble, the one you are talking to.”

“Oh great,” Cogley said under his breath, “time travel. Did I happen to mention how much I hate Time Travel movies? They’re all so convoluted and hard to follow,” Cogley said to the two.

“Well, this has a slight twist,” Jacob said. “This isn’t time travel, the other Josh, the one who killed the boy, comes from another universe.”

“Oh shut up,” Cogley pleaded. “No one is going to believe this sort of thing.”

“Trust me,” Jacob said, “It’s true.”

“Alright,” Cogley said as he sat back in the seat, “tell me your story.”

Cogley listened as Jacob Tudor, the man accused of murder, told a fascinating tale.

(BEGIN FLASH BACK)

It all started when I got of work. I work for the legal department of the San Francisco Transit Authority. So does Josh, by the way. Anyway, was walking through a park near to where I live, it was around 9pm or so, and from the corner of my, near some trees, I saw a strange disturbance. It was as if, in this small area near the trees, there was a rip in my eyes. The trees, for a moment, didn’t line up for a moment with their leaves and trunks. And then, everything straightened out, and three people were suddenly standing next to the trees.

Now, here comes the most interesting part. I was too scared to do anything, because hell, who wouldn’t be. But then I immediately recognized two of the three individuals. One of them looked identical to me, and the other one looked just like Josh. The third was a woman told them to leave her, and that she had done her part and brought them with her from the other side, and she never wanted to see them again.

Earlier in the day I had a couple lines of coke, and yeah, I had been drinking before I started my way home. So, as I watched the other me and the other Josh run off, I shook my head, at up against the tree I was hiding behind, and closed my eyes. When I woke up, when a cop poked me in the ribs and told me to get out of the park, I was dazed and confused. I chalked up what I saw to the effects of the rum and the line of coke I had earlier. I just pushed it from my mind, and instead of going home, I went to Josh’s and slept it off at his apartment.

Later in the morning, after Josh woke me up, I headed back to my apartment to change. When I came to my apartment, I found that the door was unlocked. I went in, then into my bedroom, and saw the naked body on my bed. I knew who the dead person was; Gordon, a kid who lived two flights up. Then, all at once, everything went blank, because something hit me on the back of the head. And, as I fell towards the bed, in a quick blur, I saw myself standing before me.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

“And so,” Cogley concluded for Jacob, “you’re insisting that this other Josh, from the other universe, who is some sort of whacko, was the actual person who assaulted the victim and killed him as well. And that he and the other Jacob, also from the other universe, framed this murder on you,” Cogley said to Jacob, “by planting the evidence so as to hide the fact that there could be people form a parallel universe running around killing people on this Earth. If what you’re saying is true, you, Jacob, will go to jail, and Josh, this Josh here with us now, will eventually be found out as well, and you will both go to prison while your counterparts go on, probably leaving this area, to live, and maybe kill again, in this universe.” Cogley shook his head. “Look, no one is going to believe this. And you still haven’t told me how you two were able to change places with the two versions of you from this time; the real Josh and Jacob from this time. You do know, it all sounds convoluted; time travel always is.”

“Yes,” Jacob said, “but I have read about the possibility there are other alternate universes out there. Heck, most the comic books I read as a kid speculated about it. But, my lawyer wouldn’t hear it out. He tried to get me off as being a nut, and lost, and I went to prison. The same thing happened to Josh when he later went on trial.”

“Alright,” Cogley said, “you went to prison. How did you both travel back to this point of time? And if you did travel back to this point of time, shouldn’t there now be three of each you running around? The you from now, the you from the future, and the you from the other universe?”

“No,” Josh answered instead of Jacob. “We did not physically travel into the past, to where we are now.”

“Our souls, the essence of who and what we are.” Jacob continued. “I am in the body of my younger self, so is Josh. We have switched places with our younger selves, who now, are in the future, in prison, and are about to be executed.”

Cogley snapped his fingers.

“You lie,” Cogley charged, “there is no execution penalty in California, or the world for that matter. The United Nations, of which America is part of now, outlawed state executions.” to continue, please go HERE

 

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ROBERT SCORPIO PRESENTS

Door # 2

Samuel T Cogley was waiting impatiently at visitor’s counter at Starfleet Command. He had come to speak with Pike, only to find that Pike, was well as most of the Starfleet, were part of some massive armada that had been sent to protect Earth from an invading race called the Borg.

Cogley walked over to a row of benches in the waiting area, and sat down to watch the news coverage of the crisis going on outside the Earth system. Another man sat down next to him, and also looked up at the T.V. monitor. The news anchor had changed subjects and was now talking about the Superbowl, which had been won by the San Diego Chargers, over the London Churchills, by a score of 47-22.

“Isn’t it amazing?” the man asked Cogley.

“I’m sorry,” Cogley, who was busy staring at a woman with nice bare legs, and a very short skirt as she walked by in a hurry, said to the man, “what did you say?”

“Earth,” the man said, “I mean,” the man continued, “a second ago I’m watching news about an invading Borg fleet, and the next thing you know, I’m watching highlights of the Superbowl.”

“We’re not going to be invaded,” Cogley said with a dismissive sound to voice.

“I’m glad you’re so sure,” the man said.

“What can I help you with?” Cogley asked, wondering who the man was and why he had started small talk with him.

“My name is Sloan,” the man said to Cogley, “and I think I’m going to need legal assistance.”

“What did you, or should I say, what have you been charged of doing?” Cogley asked.

“Well,” Sloan said, “many years ago the organization in which I lead was created by a top-secret act of the then vice-President.”

“Let me guess; Cheney.” Cogley concluded.

“How did you guess?” Sloan asked.

“That administration created so many clandestine organizations,” Cogley, “I’m never surprised to learn of another. But, you have nothing to worry about. United Nations President, Harsha Jadhav, signed a bill that granted amnesty to all organizations and workers of such organizations that might now be deemed to have acted above and beyond the law.”

“So,” Sloan went on to say, “what about the actions I took part in after the United Nations charter was established and all world governments were merged into one?”

“What kind of crimes are we talking about?” Cogley asked.

“Oh, you name it,” Sloan said, “wire-tapping, kidnapping, murder, assisting citizens of other universes in their attempt to find a new life here in our universe.”

Cogley stared directly at Sloan.

“Our conversation is not by chance, is it?” Cogley asked.

“No,” Sloan said, “it isn’t. I have been tailing you ever since you left the courthouse. I saw you and your client, Mr. Tudor, meet with Josh Trimble on the monorail.”

“Alright,” Cogley said, “what do you want? Can you help?”

“You’re here hoping that Starfleet, and more specifically Pike or Kirk, can help you find the counterpart to your client, and his friend’s counterpart too.” Sloan said. “I can deliver both of them to you; for a price.”

“And what would that price be?” Cogley asked.

“A full pardon from the President of the United Nations; that’s all I want,” Sloan said in a matter of fact tone.

“Why don’t I just wait for Kirk or Pike to deliver to me, for free, what you have put a price-tag on?” Cogley asked.

“First off, they’re really busy.” Sloan said. “That Borg fleet situation isn’t going to go away too quickly, and they are both involved with it. I can deliver the two counterparts now, with no delay. You have a lot of contacts, Mr. Cogley, one of them being Ambassador Sarek. I am sure he can help you more in this situation than either Kirk or Pike.”

“Let me think about it,” Cogley said.

“Hurry,” Sloan said. “Josh has already killed an assaulted one person, there’s no saying what he’ll do if he gets the nerve. And I don’t think you want that hanging over your head.”

“Alright,” Cogley said.

Cogley pulled out his cellphone and made a call directly to Ambassador’s service. Cogley left a message.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Cogley said, “but you have to make sure no one else will be killed.”

Sloan nodded his head, stood, and then left.... to continue, please go HERE

 

[RobertScorpio]

Cogley's Law has been folded into the STAR TREK: THE 21st CENTURY series from which it came...the current issue continues the Cogley/Jacob Tudor storyline, and can be read by following this link >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> engage

 

[RobertScorpio]

With STAR TREK: EXODUS going into Hiatus for a while, Star Trek: Cogley's Law will go back into 'production'.

It is a spinoff of the EXODUS storyline. The last time we saw Sam (James Spader) Cogley, both he and Harry (Chris Rock) Mudd had escaped the destruction of Earth via a small scoutclass vessel that Harry got in a deal with Quark. Our story will begin soon, and has these to goofy characters visting a very strange world; and things get even more hectic when none other than Khan Noonien Singh drops in to say hello!!!

Star Trek: Cogley's Law
The Colored People

coming soon

 

[RobertScorpio]

WELCOME

Sam Cogley yawned as he opened his eyes. He looked over across the nicely furnished room, and he saw Harry Mudd still soundly sleeping on his bed. They had just spent their third night on the strange, yet beautiful world they were guests of.

The world was called My’nara. It was the first world that Sam and Harry had been to, other than Earth, and it was almost as if they were on vacation. They were not trained Starfleet officers; Sam was a lawyer, and Harry was a con man, thus they were not bound to the rules Starfleet officers were when visiting other worlds. And since this was their first times being on another world, all they could do is follow some norm of behavior. But a lawyer and a con man, following the norms of society? That was a bit too much to ask. One might say that they had more vices than virtues; but it didn’t bother them at all, and why should it? Because for every hero like James T Kirk in the universe, there were two men like Sam Cogley and Harry Mudd.

The two had narrowly escaped the destruction of Earth, aboard a cheap Klingon scout-class ship that Harry had gotten in a deal with a Feringi named Quark. After one week in space, the ship was in need of repairs that masking tape could not fix; though they had tried.

And then the fuel began to run low. Accessing the ship’s onboard computer, which wasn’t easy, being that it displayed information in Klingon language, eventually got them information that led them to the world of My’nara. The My’narans, although affiliated with the Federation, were an open port of call and had facilities and workers that could affect repairs, for a modest sum. Sam Cogley, and Harry Mudd, was both happy to find that although the Federation was ‘above’ using money, the rest of the universe wasn’t. They were happy until they got the bill. Luckily, Harry had brought a large sum of Latinum bars, which, despite Federation charm, was the galaxy’s chosen from of compensation.

It was the uniqueness of the strange world that not only made it beautiful, but deadly all the same, and difficult to land a ship on. Neither Harry nor Sam could pilot a ship like the one they were on through the complex atmosphere that was like no other in the galaxy. The planet surface was 100% molten lava, which caused pockets of pressure that made piloting difficult, at best. A My’naran pilot had to be beamed aboard just to land the Klingon Scout-class vessel at the planet side shipyard.

The civilization of the world had migrated there several centuries earlier, and lived in three large cities that were constructed on special constructs that hovered above the lava. The technology had been brought from the world they had migrated from. The population only numbered in the several hundred thousands due to stringent birth control measures, which were required so as not to allow over crowding on the limited space.

Although there was only one race of hominoids, there were four distinct skin colors that were represented in the society. There were Red, Green, Yellow and Blue skin colored citizens. Although there were four distinct skin colored people, they all shared the same gray hair that was left long, and flowing, down their backs. Their technology was advanced, and their world provided goods and services to outsiders from their world in trade for food and technology exchange. Their reclusive nature, however, precluded any desire to explore space beyond their world; they were content being visited and not being visitors.

Their world had been a candidate for Federation inclusion, and the final vote had been delayed due to the subspace wave emergency that had destroyed Earth, and upset subspace travel, and communication, throughout the Alpha-Quadrant.

As Sam Cogley looked out the window at the main square below, he thought for a moment that he had time traveled back to the medieval times because of the simplistic life the inhabitants of the world lived. The cities the My’narans lived in were hovering above the heat of the molten lava that coated the world. The heat from the lava was what fueled the anti-gravity elements that kept the cities hovering. It was a technology like none Sam had ever seen before, and really opened his eyes as to what was possible for life in the infinite of space.

The most striking feature of the society was the simplicity they lived. Sam had to keep reminding himself that they were as advanced, if not more so, than Earth’s civilizations. Yet where Earth’s societies mainly coveted materialistic gains, the people of My’nara coveted their peaceful, quiet, existence, in their little corner of the galaxy. At that moment, Harry Mudd walked over to the window, having just woken up.

"Dude," Harry said, "we got to find some of the women on this world who might want to fu.."

"No we don’t," Sam Cogley said, with a chuckle.

"What do you mean we don’t; some of them (please follow this link to continue...)

 

[RobertScorpio]

Prolog;
Earth has been destroyed, and humanity has a new world to call their own; but it is clear across the galaxy, and getting there will take sometime. Some will try to make the “trek” in very unique ways; Sam Cogley and Harry Mudd, fit the “unique” bill quite well…

They have landed on the world of My’nara for repairs and supplies…getting of the world, alive, will not be that easy….

Sam Cogley’s Law
The colored People…
Part two

Sam Cogley yawned as he struggled to open his eyes. There was a slight taste of blood in his mouth as be swirled his tongue about his gums and teeth. His eyes were puffy, and bruised. He looked at his reflection in the mirror on the wall behind his bed, and saw his mauled face. He had been beaten to a pulp, and it hurt; bad.

And then, slowly, his memories came back to him; and they were unpleasant memories. He tried to stand up but shards of pain shot from every muscle in his body; he was worn out. And then, he looked at his bed and saw the naked red skin woman, and remembered better memories of her; sexual memories. The previous day had started off with pain, but ended with a sexual release he had never known before, thanks to the red woman, and the fight he had taken part of the previous day.

He looked about the room, and it was the same room that he and Harry Mudd had shared for the past four nights, since landing on the planet My’nara for much needed repairs. Sam was relieved to find that Harry was also back in the room as well, sleeping with another red woman as well; and, just like Sam‘s, Harry’s face showed the signs of scrapes, cut and bruises.

After being taken into the building of pain on the other side of the quaint village from their quest room, they were brought to a cement room, stripped naked, and then chained to the walls. Sam remembered it quite well.

BEGIN FLASH BACK

“Let us go!” Harry demanded, as the two My’naran men, who had yellow skin and long gray hair, tied them up, and then exited the room via a door on the sidewall.

The two yellow men looked back at Harry and Sam, smiled, and then left the room.

“Hey!” Harry yelled as the door closed, “don’t you smile at us like that you jackasses!”

“Why are we naked?” Sam asked, rhetorically.

“Because these dumb mother fu..” Harry began to say, before Sam cut him off.

“Nothing’s happened to us yet, other than being punched in the gut,” Sam said to Harry, trying to calm the situation down. “Perhaps that is one of their customs; their way of saying hello.”

“Stomach punching?” Harry fired back. “Dude, I bet the stomach punch was some form of sexual foreplay. The next thing you know we’ll be in handcuffs, wearing diapers…”

“Would you shut up!” Sam said. “You’re scaring me with that kind of talk. Besides, how would you know about such things!”

“I read Angela Jolie’s biography years ago,” Harry explained, with a sound of disgust in her voice. “Dude, what she and that Sling Blade dude did would make your skin crawl.”

“Angela Jolie” Sam began to say, “the former ambassador to the United Nations?”

“Yep,” Harry replied. “That’s the one.”

Before the conversation could continue, two streams of water were sprayed out from nozzles hanging from the sealing, and the force of the water was very impressive. Harry Mudd screamed over the sound of the water pounding his body.

“THIS DOSEN’T LOOK GOOD”

“WHY??” Cogley asked.

“WATERSPORTS,” Harry yelled back, “ITS GOING TO GET (click on this LINK to continue this very strange story)