STAR TREK: KHITOMER
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I tried being nice! Flowers, candy, surface-to-air missiles, all their favorites, but they still keep dousing my shampoo with nitro.
You know, I'm beginning to think all my skin will eventually be grafts...
You know, I'm beginning to think all my skin will eventually be grafts...
Jeez, can't people just have some harmless fun? And how exactly is two threads several? And the threads in question are mine and 47's, so nobody else's threads were effected by our back-and-forth. And where is this a violation of any rules? I just checked and it's not.
Yes it is. It's off topic for the forum, and technically spam. I have turned a blind eye because it was only in your own threads, but the two of you are turning these threads into a chat forum. Which this is not. If you wish to do that, please use the lounges.
I'm asking politely.
I'm asking politely.
Sorry 47, but no offense, you don't speak for me. Now, I understand that this requires both of us to continue, so if you pull out of it, then that's that. It's been fun. 
But I am not backing down one inch, and never will. Fascism shall never prevail over me.
But I am not backing down one inch, and never will. Fascism shall never prevail over me.
Yeah, that's what I meant. I'm pulling out of that particular conversation. RevdKathy has made a point, and being now a moderator in another board, I'm a little more aware of the choices mods have to make sometimes. We'll be able to talk somewhere else, and I plan to keep posting my stories here. As for yours, as long as I know where to find them ...
Now, to amuse everyone, a short excerpt of Chapter 38:
“What? No!”
“It’s an order, Doctor.”
“But I have no tools!”
“Your tricorder?”
“My tricorder can repair damages, not make them! We’re not in a surgical bay here!”
“You … have teeth, don’t you?”
“WHAT?”
“Bite me!”
Now, to amuse everyone, a short excerpt of Chapter 38:
“What? No!”
“It’s an order, Doctor.”
“But I have no tools!”
“Your tricorder?”
“My tricorder can repair damages, not make them! We’re not in a surgical bay here!”
“You … have teeth, don’t you?”
“WHAT?”
“Bite me!”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
May 4, 2401
Tensions were mounting on Deep Space Nine — again.
Since Shudak Ran had arrived on the station, he had talked about one thing: the need for Bajorans to remain a pure race. And they would certainly not achieve that by allowing aliens to corrupt their way of life with their values.
He was not calling Bajorans to arms, but he was making it very clear that purity of the race was and had to remain a paramount concern for all of them. He was having a mitigated success, and was definitely not Fox and Rashid’s favorite Bajoran, not even their favorite religious icon.
Kira shared their opinion. And she could think of only one man who might help clarify the situation.
“Captain?”
“Nerys! At last you come to see my land!”
“It’s gorgeous, Sir. But I have not come for that.”
“I know. What do you expect from me then? We brought the man back, now he is delivering the message the Prophets want him to share with their people. Whether we like it or not is irrelevant.”
“He preaches isolationism, Captain! Surely you can’t think that it would be best for Bajor to go back to solitude!”
“The Emissary’s message is very convincing. And he is the Emissary, not that little girl who left a human and returned a Bajoran, rest assured of that!”
“I believe her!”
“As do many others. Unfortunately, as long as they will, Bajor will be divided, and the Reckoning will not occur.”
***
The temperature on Tagrak Vor seemed to dwell in the thirties (Celsius) at night, and in the fifties in the day. The stinky yellowish fog was so dense that no one could see at three paces without wearing special equipment — or being a Reman.
The survivors of the Chameleon received every morning a small ration of something that might have been called gruel, had it not smelled so putrid and had it contained something more than a few morsels of “something” which looked like vomit. The first day, Neema had found some white worms swimming in it, thrown and broken the mug on the ground, and started retching.
Bad idea. The Reman version of the Ferengi plasma whip tore her back and, after she had fallen down to her knees, ripped it a second time. Then the guard ordered her up and stopped the food distribution for that day. Neema’s companions helped her stand up and walk away.
As for Varel, for ten days they asked about her — mostly Annie, standing on her feet with difficulty, but she was now the senior officer — and were sometimes spit on, sometimes beaten up with fists or the butt of a phaser gun. Annie was still strong despite her not quite healing back and chest wounds, but severe food rationing and the oppressing heat and humidity were making her as weak as the others.
The eleventh morning, in what was jokingly referred as the light of day, the Reman guards simply threw Varel’s dead, horribly scarred body into the camp …
For the next three days, the prisoners of Tagrak Vor received no food, and the water barrel which was renewed once in a while when they were allowed to go to the brook to fill it was getting close to empty. But they were holding together, determined to remain worthy representatives of Starfleet and the Federation under the horror of their daily routine.
Annie was talking with everyone of the 65 survivors: from the bridge crew to the last of the crew members, and to all she provided a word of encouragement. Every one of those girls, from 19 to 29, answered in kind. Some hugged her, others simply smiled, a few cried, but all kept her dignity.
Now she was talking to her Chief Medical Officer and Acting Second in Command.
“Doctor, they obviously expected us to feed off the Captain’s body. That’s why we’ve not been fed.”
“That seems logical”, McCoy answered,
“We have to be smarter than them. We have to anticipate what they will do next. Until now, we haven’t … done that.”
Annie had shuddered once again while talking. McCoy knew why. Besides the pain of her wounds, Annie’s prostheses had to be adjusted from time to time, especially in far from ideal temperature and humidity levels.
But that was precisely what Annie wanted to talk about.
“Doctor, you’ve seen what they did to her. Obviously they interrogated her and … she never talked. Soon it will be my turn. Before that happens, I want to help you.”
“How is that, Captain?”
“I want you to open my left shoulder and arm and extract all the circuitry you’ll find in there. Then give it to the engineers and let them … change rocks into phasers. Then try your luck to escape that hellhole.”
“What? No!”
“It’s an order, Doctor.”
“But I have no tools!”
“Your tricorder?”
“My tricorder can repair damages, not make them! We’re not in a surgical bay here!”
“You … have teeth, don’t you?”
“WHAT?”
“Bite me!”
Several girls had come closer to listen, and a new level of horror was visible in their eyes.
“Captain, I … I can’t do that!”
“Doctor … After my death, you will be the senior officer, right?”
“Yes but …”
“No buts, Doctor. You will be responsible for their lives, all … of them. My arm contains every bit of … circuitry present in my body. With those circuits, you may have a chance. Take them!”
“But …”
“Use your nails, bite me, but tear that shoulder open, Doctor. Then tear my arm open on all the length. Don’t forget my fingers. The most delicate … circuitry is in my … fingers.”
“But … Captain, are you sure?”
“I’ve always considered … myself as expendable, Doctor. That’s what … you learn at Command … School. Those circuits are very versatile. They can be used to build anything! Take them, and make good use of them, that’s an order!”
“But Captain …”
“I’ll be dead in a few days, Doctor. It’s not important whether I can use my arm or not. One last thing: if they throw me back when they’re through with me … take all the other circuits then eat me. Do you understand?”
“Eat … you?”
“I bet I can … feed everyone for three days at least. Do it, Doctor! You’ll have to do much worse if you … want to survive!”
***
“We failed.”
“No, T’Shiya. Not arriving would have been a failure. We are simply late.”
“This is quite impressive, Captain.”
“Imagine if you were in the middle of it. Well, you will not need to. Soon that will be the case.”
“Has the Admiral arrived?”
“I suppose he has. Try to hail him.”
The young Vulcan went to her console and entered a long coded string.
“No answer, Captain.”
“Well then, maybe we are not late after all. Signal the Samurai.”
May 4, 2401
Tensions were mounting on Deep Space Nine — again.
Since Shudak Ran had arrived on the station, he had talked about one thing: the need for Bajorans to remain a pure race. And they would certainly not achieve that by allowing aliens to corrupt their way of life with their values.
He was not calling Bajorans to arms, but he was making it very clear that purity of the race was and had to remain a paramount concern for all of them. He was having a mitigated success, and was definitely not Fox and Rashid’s favorite Bajoran, not even their favorite religious icon.
Kira shared their opinion. And she could think of only one man who might help clarify the situation.
“Captain?”
“Nerys! At last you come to see my land!”
“It’s gorgeous, Sir. But I have not come for that.”
“I know. What do you expect from me then? We brought the man back, now he is delivering the message the Prophets want him to share with their people. Whether we like it or not is irrelevant.”
“He preaches isolationism, Captain! Surely you can’t think that it would be best for Bajor to go back to solitude!”
“The Emissary’s message is very convincing. And he is the Emissary, not that little girl who left a human and returned a Bajoran, rest assured of that!”
“I believe her!”
“As do many others. Unfortunately, as long as they will, Bajor will be divided, and the Reckoning will not occur.”
***
The temperature on Tagrak Vor seemed to dwell in the thirties (Celsius) at night, and in the fifties in the day. The stinky yellowish fog was so dense that no one could see at three paces without wearing special equipment — or being a Reman.
The survivors of the Chameleon received every morning a small ration of something that might have been called gruel, had it not smelled so putrid and had it contained something more than a few morsels of “something” which looked like vomit. The first day, Neema had found some white worms swimming in it, thrown and broken the mug on the ground, and started retching.
Bad idea. The Reman version of the Ferengi plasma whip tore her back and, after she had fallen down to her knees, ripped it a second time. Then the guard ordered her up and stopped the food distribution for that day. Neema’s companions helped her stand up and walk away.
As for Varel, for ten days they asked about her — mostly Annie, standing on her feet with difficulty, but she was now the senior officer — and were sometimes spit on, sometimes beaten up with fists or the butt of a phaser gun. Annie was still strong despite her not quite healing back and chest wounds, but severe food rationing and the oppressing heat and humidity were making her as weak as the others.
The eleventh morning, in what was jokingly referred as the light of day, the Reman guards simply threw Varel’s dead, horribly scarred body into the camp …
For the next three days, the prisoners of Tagrak Vor received no food, and the water barrel which was renewed once in a while when they were allowed to go to the brook to fill it was getting close to empty. But they were holding together, determined to remain worthy representatives of Starfleet and the Federation under the horror of their daily routine.
Annie was talking with everyone of the 65 survivors: from the bridge crew to the last of the crew members, and to all she provided a word of encouragement. Every one of those girls, from 19 to 29, answered in kind. Some hugged her, others simply smiled, a few cried, but all kept her dignity.
Now she was talking to her Chief Medical Officer and Acting Second in Command.
“Doctor, they obviously expected us to feed off the Captain’s body. That’s why we’ve not been fed.”
“That seems logical”, McCoy answered,
“We have to be smarter than them. We have to anticipate what they will do next. Until now, we haven’t … done that.”
Annie had shuddered once again while talking. McCoy knew why. Besides the pain of her wounds, Annie’s prostheses had to be adjusted from time to time, especially in far from ideal temperature and humidity levels.
But that was precisely what Annie wanted to talk about.
“Doctor, you’ve seen what they did to her. Obviously they interrogated her and … she never talked. Soon it will be my turn. Before that happens, I want to help you.”
“How is that, Captain?”
“I want you to open my left shoulder and arm and extract all the circuitry you’ll find in there. Then give it to the engineers and let them … change rocks into phasers. Then try your luck to escape that hellhole.”
“What? No!”
“It’s an order, Doctor.”
“But I have no tools!”
“Your tricorder?”
“My tricorder can repair damages, not make them! We’re not in a surgical bay here!”
“You … have teeth, don’t you?”
“WHAT?”
“Bite me!”
Several girls had come closer to listen, and a new level of horror was visible in their eyes.
“Captain, I … I can’t do that!”
“Doctor … After my death, you will be the senior officer, right?”
“Yes but …”
“No buts, Doctor. You will be responsible for their lives, all … of them. My arm contains every bit of … circuitry present in my body. With those circuits, you may have a chance. Take them!”
“But …”
“Use your nails, bite me, but tear that shoulder open, Doctor. Then tear my arm open on all the length. Don’t forget my fingers. The most delicate … circuitry is in my … fingers.”
“But … Captain, are you sure?”
“I’ve always considered … myself as expendable, Doctor. That’s what … you learn at Command … School. Those circuits are very versatile. They can be used to build anything! Take them, and make good use of them, that’s an order!”
“But Captain …”
“I’ll be dead in a few days, Doctor. It’s not important whether I can use my arm or not. One last thing: if they throw me back when they’re through with me … take all the other circuits then eat me. Do you understand?”
“Eat … you?”
“I bet I can … feed everyone for three days at least. Do it, Doctor! You’ll have to do much worse if you … want to survive!”
***
“We failed.”
“No, T’Shiya. Not arriving would have been a failure. We are simply late.”
“This is quite impressive, Captain.”
“Imagine if you were in the middle of it. Well, you will not need to. Soon that will be the case.”
“Has the Admiral arrived?”
“I suppose he has. Try to hail him.”
The young Vulcan went to her console and entered a long coded string.
“No answer, Captain.”
“Well then, maybe we are not late after all. Signal the Samurai.”
“Bite me!” 
Excellent chapter and the most creative method of wilderness survival I've come across yet. Also very disturbing. But, I like very disturbing.
Unfortunately, IMHO, the moderator here seems incapable of being able to recognize the CNB posts for what they truly are: an ongoing dark comedy series meant to entertain any and all visitors to our threads.
Who says a thread cannot house more then one series by more then one author? Hello! What's a chain-series then? I mean, really...
And also RevdKathy has yet to provide any rock-solid official Trekbbs ruling to support her accusations, and hides behind vague claims of spamming.
Oh yes, and this does not fall under the ban on discussing moderator actions, because as RevdKathy clearly stated she has NOT taken any action on this whatsoever, and instead expressed her postion in the form of vague threats of future official action if the CNB series was to continue.
And before anybody says this topic of discussion does not belong in this thread, don't forget that the CNB series has taken place in THIS VERY THREAD since it's inception more then a YEAR ago.
The reason the CNB series has been picking up lately and increasing in posts is because it was approaching it's climax, obviously. IMHO, RevdKathy's actions here go against the very NATURE of this forum.
I demand justice and a public apology! This is pure sabre rattling in it's must ugly form and it makes me sick.
And I also want to announce that I have changed my mind about halting posting of new stories here. That was a knee-jerk reaction to the personal disgust I felt for RevdKathy's actions, and now I fully believe her final goal in all this was to drive me and my works from this very forum. But NO! I will not be undermined by such tactics, if indeed that was her objective! If she wants to silence my creative voice she will have to have me PERMABANNED! No, I shall not be overcome!
Now, I fully believe I shall be punished for daring to speak my mind, and as my inevitable and completely undeserving ban approaches, know that it is meaningless to me.
Excellent chapter and the most creative method of wilderness survival I've come across yet. Also very disturbing. But, I like very disturbing.
You are not the only one, Goldstar. I have recieved numerous e-mails from people who say they miss the "fiction within the fiction" but in my opinion these same people fear reprisal from the mods and so will not speak out against what I personally believe is a travesty. But I fear nothing and nobody. I always speak out against censorship, no matter what twisted form it takes, and it is my personal opinion this is INDEED blantant censorship.
Unfortunately, IMHO, the moderator here seems incapable of being able to recognize the CNB posts for what they truly are: an ongoing dark comedy series meant to entertain any and all visitors to our threads.
Who says a thread cannot house more then one series by more then one author? Hello! What's a chain-series then? I mean, really...
And also RevdKathy has yet to provide any rock-solid official Trekbbs ruling to support her accusations, and hides behind vague claims of spamming.
Oh yes, and this does not fall under the ban on discussing moderator actions, because as RevdKathy clearly stated she has NOT taken any action on this whatsoever, and instead expressed her postion in the form of vague threats of future official action if the CNB series was to continue.
And before anybody says this topic of discussion does not belong in this thread, don't forget that the CNB series has taken place in THIS VERY THREAD since it's inception more then a YEAR ago.
The reason the CNB series has been picking up lately and increasing in posts is because it was approaching it's climax, obviously. IMHO, RevdKathy's actions here go against the very NATURE of this forum.
I demand justice and a public apology! This is pure sabre rattling in it's must ugly form and it makes me sick.
And I also want to announce that I have changed my mind about halting posting of new stories here. That was a knee-jerk reaction to the personal disgust I felt for RevdKathy's actions, and now I fully believe her final goal in all this was to drive me and my works from this very forum. But NO! I will not be undermined by such tactics, if indeed that was her objective! If she wants to silence my creative voice she will have to have me PERMABANNED! No, I shall not be overcome!
Now, I fully believe I shall be punished for daring to speak my mind, and as my inevitable and completely undeserving ban approaches, know that it is meaningless to me.
Well, my initial teaser said:Emperor Tiberius said:
“Bite me!”
Excellent chapter and the most creative method of wilderness survival I've come across yet. Also very disturbing. But, I like very disturbing.
"The future of the Federation is resting on the frail shoulders of a few children, unaware of the critical role they will play and of the sacrifices they will have to agree to …"
Annie is simply following the recipe and fulfilling her role.
As for disturbing, this season contains a few more bits, including one that was inspired from a Web site portraying ladies in peril. But I've done worse, just not that kind yet.
ET, my style is to bow to authority unless there is clear injustice. In other words, I choose my battles. RevdKathy has more information on the rules of conduct, and surely will explain them eventually, unless of course she changes her mind about our CNB stories. I'm under the impression though that the problem was more that we were writing them in two different threads.
I hope you get the explanation you are asking for. I hope you won't be banned, because your comments encourage me greatly to keep writing. "Khitomer" is far from over, and Season 5 promises to be something spectacular. In fact, I believe the storyline I'm drafting right now could sustain up to three seasons, starting with 5 ...
E.T. has been banned, for his cute little story attacking RevdKathy (and I think myself, but to be honest, I skimmed it. I'm never so desperate as to read his drek.)
Harassing a mod isn't something I allow. I don't care what someone thinks of me, a thick skin comes with running the place, but attacking mods like that is not going to happen.
The irony is I meant to ban him ages ago. He had duals at one point and always caused trouble. I should have gone with those initial instincts.
At any rate, this is just to let you guys know that attacks like what happened (in another thread) won't fly.
Harassing a mod isn't something I allow. I don't care what someone thinks of me, a thick skin comes with running the place, but attacking mods like that is not going to happen.
The irony is I meant to ban him ages ago. He had duals at one point and always caused trouble. I should have gone with those initial instincts.
At any rate, this is just to let you guys know that attacks like what happened (in another thread) won't fly.
That was too much. The board where I moderate is more permissive, but that wouldn't have been accepted there either.
I don't like your decision because I liked the banter with ET, but I understand it. From your point of view, it couldn't be ignored.
Damn I've lost the only reader who gave me regular feedback. Oh well, life goes on, and so will Khitomer.
I don't like your decision because I liked the banter with ET, but I understand it. From your point of view, it couldn't be ignored.
Damn I've lost the only reader who gave me regular feedback. Oh well, life goes on, and so will Khitomer.
it seems i missed more than part of the story when i was busy... E.T. gone wtf? what other thread had an attack? and how many pages back do i have to go to catch up in the story?
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damn... found and read the story but kind of short on the why... personaly i think it is in poor taste and not all that bright but oddly funny, kinda like beavis and butthead. i've always thought that RevdKathy was strict but fair. has that changed or was E.T. over reacting?
***edit***
damn... found and read the story but kind of short on the why... personaly i think it is in poor taste and not all that bright but oddly funny, kinda like beavis and butthead. i've always thought that RevdKathy was strict but fair. has that changed or was E.T. over reacting?
Overreacting.
As a mod, RevdKathy was fully in her right to ask us to tell the story, comment on the story, and avoid extraneous comments, at least too much extraneous comments. That's Staying on Topic 101.
ET disagreed, he thought that we could tell CNB stories and the main story together. He had the right to disagree, he had the right to try to make his point in a courteous way. He chose that irreverentious story (Dee Gee is played by me, in case you didn't understand that, but that's not important, as I'm NOT a mod here) which mocked the authority of this board. That's why he was banned, and according to T'Bonz, it was not the first time.
Personnally, I find RevdKathy to have an open mind.
As a mod, RevdKathy was fully in her right to ask us to tell the story, comment on the story, and avoid extraneous comments, at least too much extraneous comments. That's Staying on Topic 101.
ET disagreed, he thought that we could tell CNB stories and the main story together. He had the right to disagree, he had the right to try to make his point in a courteous way. He chose that irreverentious story (Dee Gee is played by me, in case you didn't understand that, but that's not important, as I'm NOT a mod here) which mocked the authority of this board. That's why he was banned, and according to T'Bonz, it was not the first time.
Personnally, I find RevdKathy to have an open mind.
Thanks 47. I think that's pretty fair. I'm sorry ET took exception to being asked to stay on topic. If you'd wanted to try an interactive story, that might even have flown as another thread (though hopefully with more than just the two of you) but it was getting tough to find the original threads in the chat.
In the end, it wasn't my decision - the board admins together sorted it: rule one of modding is never to deal with someone who is mad at you in case you're not objective enough. I have been absent from the forum since this blew up - and will likely be so for a few more days.
In the end, it wasn't my decision - the board admins together sorted it: rule one of modding is never to deal with someone who is mad at you in case you're not objective enough. I have been absent from the forum since this blew up - and will likely be so for a few more days.
You're welcome. Let's try to put all of this behind us. To that end a teaser:
***
"The Qalans are a very heteroclite society, at the same time divided in hundreds of small sects — which I believe are absolutely not about religious or political matters — yet united by their deep hate for the Borg and their total distrust of the Dominion. My impression is that they both have done horrible things to them, much worse than just an ancient invasion. That is what keeps them united: the fear of being somewhat infested by them, or by other civilizations.”
“You said they had helped and might help further. How?”
“They gave us weapons, which happen to be particularly efficient against the Borg and the Jem’Hadar, Sir. We had the opportunity to test them against a small fleet of fifteen Jem’Hadar attack cruisers, and we blew them — how do humans say? Oh yes! — to Kingdom come.”
***
"The Qalans are a very heteroclite society, at the same time divided in hundreds of small sects — which I believe are absolutely not about religious or political matters — yet united by their deep hate for the Borg and their total distrust of the Dominion. My impression is that they both have done horrible things to them, much worse than just an ancient invasion. That is what keeps them united: the fear of being somewhat infested by them, or by other civilizations.”
“You said they had helped and might help further. How?”
“They gave us weapons, which happen to be particularly efficient against the Borg and the Jem’Hadar, Sir. We had the opportunity to test them against a small fleet of fifteen Jem’Hadar attack cruisers, and we blew them — how do humans say? Oh yes! — to Kingdom come.”
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