Star Trek: The 19th Century

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When Leonard McCoy's adoptive mother Gretchen Bennett died in the latter half of the 21st Century, her death set in motion a chain of events. Gretchen's home, located in Legrange Georgia, in America's deep south, wasn't passed on to McCoy or his adoptive sister. Instead, and quite unexpectedly, the home was passed on to James T Kirk.

The man who had the home built, General George kincaid, lived in the 1800s, and fought, for the South, during the Civil War. Upon his death he passed the estate, including a large mansion, on to the slaves he felt earned the right to call mansion their home. George wrote a letter, and it was sealed, and it contained Jim Kirk's service number for verification; a man who would not be born until the 21st Century.

What is Kirk's connection with George Kincaid? Why did Kincaid name Kirk as the final executor of the estate?

It all starts tomorrow!!!

Rob...

 

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Rebuilding the Trekverse again, Rob? Hope to read this one from the start, as i haven't been able to bring myself to begin 21st Century as of yet, because of how mind bogglingly long it is.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Rebuilding the Trekverse again, Rob? Hope to read this one from the start, as i haven't been able to bring myself to begin 21st Century as of yet, because of how mind bogglingly long it is.

The 21st Century has been going for a long time now; many many parts. You could say its my version of a daytime drama. I keep going on that one because I CANT STOP.

But the 19th century is a spinoff of that one, but you don't need to read the 21st century to read this one. The characters do come from that story, but all you need to know is that, in the 21st century storyline, that land beneath that mansion built in the civil war holds a secret.

This story will deal with Kirk/Spock/Keeler trying to survive the American Civil War. A challenge, telling a scifi story during the 1860s, but I'm going to try.

But I do thank you for trying to read this one..means a lot.

Rob

 

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^ Sure thing! Can't wait!

 

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“War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.” Union General William T. Sherman said this shortly before beginning his brutal March to the Sea

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He was awake, but he didn’t want to be. His eyes were closed, and felt caked with dust; that much he knew, but not much more. He could hear a small trickle of wind, as it crossed the path of his ears, and found him self liking the sound; it was soothing. And, as he breathed in through his nose, he could smell the mistakable scent of dirt, and even a distant flower here or there. He decided to open his eyes and fill in the rest of the details of his universe.

A blue sky greeted him, with a couple wisps of clouds as well.

“Jim,” a soft voice said.

He pivoted his head to find a beautiful woman lying on the ground next to him. Who was she? Should he have known her? And then, like a blast of cold arctic air, it hit him; his memory.

James Kirk sat up on his elbows, and looked down upon the beautiful Edith Keeler, her hair blooming beneath her head, spread out on the grass/ground beneath her.

“Where are we,” Kirk finally said, “how long have you been up?”

“I have no idea were we are,” Edith said, “but I don’t think we’re on that strange planet with that Remnant of yours.”

“Where’s Spock?” Kirk asked, as he began to look around.

He and Edith were in what could best be described as a meadow. There was a pond close by, just fifteen feet away or so. Kirk could hear the sounds of frogs and birds, and he could see the occasional insect blur past. Kirk smiled as he could see a family of ducks was paddling across the pond.

“I don’t know where we are,” Edith replied, as she too sat up, “But it’s so beautiful. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Kirk said as he struggled to stand. Whatever had brought them to this place had made him dizzy.

“Jim,” Edith said, “how do you feel? The last thing I remember was that strange burst of energy hitting you,” she finished saying in a worried tone.

“I feel fine,” Kirk said as he blinked his eyes to rid them of the dust, “maybe a little wobbly, but I’m okay.”

“What was that blast?” Edith asked, as she too tried to stand up. Kirk came to her side and helped her, until she found her balance.

“I don’t know,” Kirk replied.

They both made their way towards the pond. The meadow they were in was surrounded by a small next of trees, creating an alcove of stillness and peace. Kirk bent down to pluck a small flower from the ground as Edith went closer to the pond. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.

“Jim,” she said spoke hurriedly, “come over here!”

Kirk dropped the flower and ran over to where Edith stood, which was near the water line of the pond. He looked down at the pond and saw what had startled Edith; two dead bodies. Thankfully, Kirk thought to himself, none of the two dead men were Spock.

“Where is Spock?” Kirk asked.

“Over here Captain,” Spock replied.

Walking towards Kirk and Keeler was the Vulcan. He was carrying what appeared to be a rifle of some sort. Kirk, who studied American history with a passion, recognized the weapon immediately. It was a 10-pdr Parrott rifle, the favored rifle by both sides during America’s Civil War.

“What is that doing here, far from Earth?” Kirk asked Spock, as he reached them.

“Jim,” Spock said, “we are on Earth.”

“What did you say?” Edith asked. “How can that be?”

“How can you be sure?” Kirk asked.

Spock took a Tricorder out of his pocket, and showed Kirk.

“I’ve had time to analyze the water, animal, and plant life.” Spock told them. “They DNA patterns of the animals, and the composition of the plants, are like footprints. No two worlds share the exact life, as far as our science can determine. The Tricorder estimates that the odds we are not on Earth are too vast to calculate; I agree.”

“Maybe,” Kirk said, “we are back in your universe,” Kirk suggested.

“Highly improbable,” Spock said.

“Okay,” Edith said, in a positive tone, “all we have to do is get out of here and beam back to Starfleet.”

Kirk shook his head, staring blankly ahead.

“Look,” Kirk said to the other two.

Beyond where they stood, and just past another cluster of trees, was the back of (please follow this link to continue)

 

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"General George Kincaid"


“One of the ill effects of cruelty is that it makes the bystanders cruel” Thomas Fowell Buxton.
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Edith Keeler couldn’t escape reality, and her life had never been more real than it was when her head was covered, as best as it could be, by Jim Kirk’s strong arms. He was trying to shield her from the scene before them, but try as he might; the sound of leather against human skin was hard to shutout.

Jim Kirk locked his eyes with Spock’s. Kirk so wanted to spring into action, to stop the insanity before them, but Spock’s eyes held him back. All three of their lives would be in jeopardy, if Kirk were to intervene with what was happening just feet in front of them. Kirk fought back the urge to act and then he looked forward in all due silence.

Moments earlier they had heard a nearby explosion and then Kirk, Edith Keeler and Spock ran for shelter in a cluster of trees and bushes. And then, not more than twenty-feet from where the three were huddled, they were witnesses to a horrific scene. It was like a scene out of an old movie. A drawn wagon, with several solders in it, was pulling, by chained feet, a family of slaves. One of the black slaves was a man who had obviously been beaten to a pulp earlier; his face scarred and his caked with dried blood upon it.

The woman beside him, his wife perhaps, was sullen looking as she carried a small infant in her tired and worn out arms. Kirk and the others watched as a younger person, a boy no older than ten years old, had been dragged from the others and was mercilessly being whipped, for some unknown reason. Spock could immediately see that Kirk wanted to spring into action and save the child, but Spock shook his head when Kirk looked to the Vulcan. And so the whipping continued.

“You filthy animal,” the man, who was bearded and was wearing a Confederacy uniform said to the young, topless slave, who now had streaks of red across his back and was sprawled out on the ground. “The next time I tell you to fetch the horses water, you do it without a word; do you understand? Now get up!”

The young boy struggled, but was weak to the obvious lack of water and or food. The boy, his clothes ruffled and grungy, was able to get to his knees. Kirk, seeing this, closed his eyes, almost trying to will the boy his own strength. But then the situation took a turn into the macabre.

“So,” the soldier with the whip said, “you won’t standup as I’ve ordered you to do?”

One of the other soldiers came over to the one with the whip.

“Sergeant,” the other, much younger and clean shaven man said, “What are you gonna to do?”

“Get back in the wagon; corporal,” the Sergeant demanded. “This doesn’t concern you. This is between me and these animals,” he added, as he spat down on the boy.

Then, without warning, the Sergeant, still holding the whip, turned and snatched the infant child from its mother’s arms. The mother started screaming, as did (to continue, please follow this link)

 

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String Theory

Edith Keeler slept in Jim Kirk’s arms, as Kirk rested up against strategically positioned leaves against a tree. Night had come, and with it, a tapestry of stars blanketed the sky. Kirk, Spock and Edith had made themselves a small camp, nestled behind a fallen tree. Before settling in for the night, Kirk and Spock had dragged the two dead bodies they had found earlier out of the pond and had buried them. Though he didn’t want him to do so, Spock removed the two dead soldier’s uniforms. Spock had convinced Kirk that they had to look as if they were from this time, or risk being killed and using the uniforms from the two dead men made the most sense.

Kirk tried to warn Spock against it; being that the two dead men were soldiers from the North. But Spock was right; at least in the uniforms from the North they fit into the time frame; even if it could cost them their lives as well. In either case, it was a fifty/fifty prospect. They wouldn’t wear the uniforms unless they needed to, but, as Spock put it, it was always wise to have options.

As Edith Keeler slept, Kirk and Spock carried on a conversation.

“Why here; why did the Remnant send us to this point of time?” Kirk asked.

Spock, who was using a small branch to stoke the small campfire that gave them warmth, shook his head slowly.

“Perhaps,” Spock said, “had the beam from the Remnant hit me, we would be having this conversation on Vulcan, and somewhere in it’s past. It could be an act of random chance Jim that we have ended up on your world.”

“Or,” Kirk suggested, “It wasn’t. I just find it hard to believe that chance was the only mechanism involved since, of all places to send us, it sent us here; Legrange Georgia, during America’s Civil War. In the future, this is where McCoy was raised, or will be raised. It was where Edith and I were before we came up to the Enterprise.”

“Well, when you put it in those terms, the odds would agree with you,” Spock said, “but we are unsure of our facts.”

Kirk looked at Spock, who actually came from a now destroyed universe.

“Do you even miss your parents, or your life in the other universe?” Kirk asked.

Spock looked at Edith, as she slept quietly. Spock could have told Kirk the truth; how he, Spock, and the Edith Keeler of the other universe, who led the resistance movement on the parallel Earth, had been lovers. Spock wanted so much to grab this Edith Keeler and make passionate love to her, as he and his Edith had done many times. But Spock knew that this Edith Keeler wasn’t to be his love; she was meant to be this Kirk’s love. And Spock did not want to come between the two.

“I don’t miss anything,” Spock lied, as he thought about the son he would never see again; a product of his and his Edith Keeler. “I exist in this universe now; and I want to make it a better place than the one I left behind.”

As the two continued to speak, the sounds of night time animals were in the distance. Coyotes could be heard, as could the sound of frogs, and then there was the occasional distant popping sound of gunfire. But more interesting was the owl that sat near the camp; an owl that, unknown to Kirk or Spock, understood every word they were saying.

Kirk continued.

“I’m not sure how we’re ever going to get back to our time,” Kirk finally said.

“Perhaps the Remnant sent us here to accomplish a task, and will bring us back to the future when it is done. It’s clear that the Remnants are sentient beings.”

Kirk nodded in agreement, and then he changed the subject.

“I wonder how the Enterprise is faring with I’lanti as her commander,” kirk asked. (Of course SAVVY readers can read the current episode of The 21st Century and find out. WHIRLWIND part one is the title).

Spock stoked the fire again, and then reflected on the incident with the family of slaves.

“I never believed Earth-humans were possible of such barbarism, but I am sad to say” Spock said, “It is true, no matter what universe I’ve been to.”

“You’re half human,” Kirk said, “it can’t be that surprising.”

“Half Romulan, actually,” Spock corrected Kirk.

“That’s just semantics,” Kirk said with a chuckle, “Romulans are actually humans.”

As Kirk and Spock bantered about the differences between Earth humans and Romulan humans, the owl, having heard enough, took off and flew away.

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Morning came, and with it, Kirk decided it was time to leave the pond, and try to find away to return to the 21st century. A small cluster of items were found near the pond, no doubt belonging to the two dead soldiers. Edith Keeler and Spock found a sewing kit among the items, and quickly sewed up the bullet holes on the uniforms of the soldiers. Kirk smiled as he saw Edith, once or twice, trying to eye his bare chest as he changed shirts, so Edith could adjust the cuffs. She was a good sewer.

“Where did you learn to do this so well?” Kirk asked, as he watched her sew.

“When I was in Greenpeace, I spent four years on...(to continue, please follow this LINK..and thanks...)

 

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Saloon Theory

The saloon was crowded, and quite cheery, considering the fact that there was a war going on. When Kirk, Spock and Edith had entered the saloon, they received their fair share of glances. Several patrons had said things under their breath, but Kirk didn’t think anything of it, besides, it was incumbent on Kirk and the others to lay low. They found their way to a small table and sat down. Kirk looked around at the patrons, and listened to the out of tune piano being played by an elderly man who had two waitresses hanging over his shoulders.

“Jim,” Spock said, “I noticed that no one else in this place is wearing a hat of any kind. Is it customary to remove one’s hat in an establishment like this one?”

“Yes,” Kirk answered. “But, for two obvious reasons, we don’t want you to take off your hat. To not remove your hat might be considered rude, but it’s a chance we’ll have to take.”

“Why was everyone looking at us so strangely?” Edith asked.

“I believe most of those strange looks,” Kirk told her, “were aimed at your legs. A woman wearing slacks, in these days, was practically unheard of. But just look at us; our haircuts, our health, these people, in these days, had much shorter life spans. They probably think we’re from Europe.”

A waitress came over to their table. The waitress was a middle aged red headed woman, who seemed nervous as she came over to take their order.

“Good afternoon,” she told them, with a clear southern twang, “all we have is tap today so your gonna hav’ta take that or nothing at all.” She eyes Spock just as Kirk thought she would; with a slight look of disgust.

“Thank you,” Kirk said to the woman, “we’ll have three of those.”

The waitress shook her head.

“I’m sorry sir,” the waitress said, “we ain’t sellin’ alcohol to women before sundown; she can have water. You three seem out of place; are you three from France?”

Kirk nodded his head, completely expecting the question.

“Yes, we are,” Kirk lied, “and yes, she will have the water.”

The waitress headed away from the table.

“How did you know she’d think we were from Europe?” Edith asked.

“It was a common thing Americans would do, no matter from what time, when they encountered people who seemed different. The French were always an easy target because, well, the French ARE so different.”

No debate was given to that statement.

Spock was holding a coin and put it on the table.

“I hope this amount will be enough to cover the expense of our beverages,” Spock said. “Luckily we found a limited amount of coins in the uniforms we found.”

“I’m sure it will be enough,” Edith said, “Besides, I’m only having water; remember? I could have gone for a beer.”

“Now look here woman,” Kirk said in mock anger and southern twang, “You keep your place.”

“Oh shut up,” Edith said. “One of these days I hope you explore a world dominated by women; I want to be there when that happens. Is there such a world Spock?” Edith asked.

“I do not know much about this universe of yours, however I was reading about a world called Angel one,” Spock replied. “Though, I am not sure at one point in time we are existing, but in our time, the women of Angel One are dominant and the men were subservient to their demands.”

“I like the sound of that already,” Edith said. “This is the Civil War, right Jim? So what year is this?”

“When we were walking over to the table,” Kirk said, “I spied the date on newspaper someone was reading. If I saw it right, the date is (to continue this chapter, please follow this link)

 

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Hero


As the festive sounds of the saloon continued, the three visitors from the 21st century, Kirk-Edith and Spock, were discussing the interesting subject of temporal theory when Edith suddenly stopped talking and looked up at the large man who was now standing near the table. Kirk looked up at the man and could see the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes, which was aimed at Edith.

“Can we help you?” Kirk asked the stranger.

“Well,” Sergeant Finley said to Kirk, “friend, maybe ya’ can. You see, we all just got back from a scouting party up north and, well, I ain’t been with a woman for nearly a month. I was thinking that maybe your lady friend and I could go upstairs and have some fun.”

From atop the nearby stairway, a rat crawled along the floor, and came to a stop to observe the situation below.

Kirk didn’t like where the conversation was headed, and adopted a slight English accent.

“I’m so sorry,” Kirk said to Finley, “but you see, this is my fiancé, and we’re to be married the Thursday after the next.”

Finley put his whisky bottle to his mouth and guzzled some of the burning liquid down, which only fed his sexual desire to ravish Edith.

“If ya’ want,” Finley said, with the scent of whisky and raw meat spewing from his breath, “I can take her upstairs and make sure she knows how to treat a man. And by the look in her eye, this filly needs someone to break her.”

Edith Keeler’s eyes were indeed filled with anger, but, under the table, Spock had moved his hands to hold her down, keeping Edith from saying anything that might make the situation any worse.

“No thank you,” Kirk said with a smile, “I want to the man to break her; if you know what I mean.”

Finley was about to step away when something interesting caught his eye; on the ground, near Spock’s foot, was the mangy duffle bag. And slightly hanging out of the bag was the sleeve of a uniform; a Union soldier’s uniform. Finley reached for the pistol in his waistband and took it out and aimed it at Kirk’s head.

“Would you mind telling me,” Finley began to ask, “Why there’s a Union soldier’s uniform in the bag by your friend’s feet?”

The saloon suddenly became quiet at the sight of the gun.

“Cooper,” Finley called out, “come ov’a here.”

Corporal Cooper came over as ordered and stood beside Sergeant Finley.

“Look there,” Finley said, as he glanced down at the bag.

The corporal looked down and saw the bag. He picked it up and opened it, and then took out the Union uniform.

“I should shoot you both right here,” Finley said.

“Take’m Yanks outside and hang’m,” came from someone in the crowded saloon, to which everyone cheered.

Finley nodded at Cooper.

Several other soldiers came over, three of whom forced Kirk, Edith and Spock out of their seats. Cooper had his hand clasped around Edith’s wrists, causing her to wince in pain.

“This is a simple misunderstanding,” Kirk said as his arms were pinned back by the man who had forced him from his seat.

“Really,” Finley said, “how’s that?”

“We’re spies,” Kirk replied, with a lie of course, “We just returned from Illinois and are on our way to Jacksonville with valuable information.”

“Spies,” Finley said back to Kirk, “I don’t believe you.” Then Finley pointed his words at Cooper, “Take these two over to the Sherriff and have him lock them up.”

Cooper and the others started to take their prisoners away when Finley stopped the one who was charged with Edith Keeler.

“Leave her with me,” Finley said with a wide grin, which revealed several rotted out teeth, “I will question her upstairs.”

“Don’t do that,” Kirk said to Finley.

Finley replied with a blow to Kirk’s midsection, causing Kirk to keel over.

“Take them away,” Finley ordered the men. Then he eyed Edith, “I will be upstairs presently,” he said with a wicked smile. Finley removed a large black belt from his waist and handed it to Cooper. “Take this with you,” Finley said to Copper, “I want her to get a nice long look at it; she’s about to become well acquainted with it.”

Spock looked about. He knew that with his superior strength he could easily get out of the grasp of the man holding him, but both he and Kirk were seriously out numbered. Kirk finally stood back up, with a look of pain in his face. Both Kirk and Spock could only watch as Edith was forced upstairs, yelling as she was, unable to save her from what was to come.

“Some women,” Finley said to Kirk, in a taunting sound, “just like them savages in the cotton field, need to feel the belt on their rear. It ..(to continue this chapter, please follow this..LINK)

 

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Emissary

There was nothing Edith Keeler could do. She had never felt more helpless in her life as she did at that particular moment. She was trapped in the corner of the bed with no place to run. Finley was a huge man, and all Edith could do was close her eyes and pray she would live through the night. She winced as she felt Finley’s large hand rampage through her hair, then balling up a large amount of hair, he yanked her head back and forcibly kissed her, groping her with his other hand as he did. She opened her eyes and saw pure rage in the man’s eyes, and then he pulled even harder on her hair causing her cry out in pain.

Finley stood back for a moment, and began to move the belt he had coiled around his fist in a circular motion.

“Take your clothes off; woman,” Finley said through gritted teeth. “God put me on this Earth to tame women, horses, and those savages! I am here for a worthy reason; don’t you see?”

Finley raised the belt, and prepared to use it on Edith.

Edith unbuttoned the buttons on her shirt, her hands shaking as they did. She lowered her shirt, exposing the bra that covered her nakedness.

“Take it all off,” Finley said in a soft, husky voice, as he stared at her with pure sin in his eyes.

Edith couldn’t bring her self to do it.

“I’ve been patient with you,” Finley said, “I was trying to be more civilized than I usually am, but I see my kindness has been thwarted.”

The tiny mouse, which had observed the show down between Finley and Kirk at the table in the saloon, and which had followed Cooper as he brought Edith in the room, finally made its way through the small maze of space between the walls; and into the room. And as Finley drew his hand back and prepared to whip Edith with full force, a hand grabbed his arm, twisted it around, and in one motion, Finley was thrown out the window, head first. Finley landed on dirt covered street below, twisting his neck in the process, and dying instantly.

The door to the room burst open at the same instant and Kirk and Spock, who had snuck into the saloon via the back entrance, rushed in. Kirk was ready to attack the man, but Edith cried out.

“Jim,” Edith said, “this man just saved my life; look,” Edith said as she pointed at the window.

Kirk and Spock gazed out the window and saw the dead man in the road. Several other soldiers were standing over the dead body of Finley. Kirk and Spock stood back, not wanting to be seen. Kirk came over to where the older man stood.

“Who are you?” Kirk asked, as he looked directly at the man stood before them in a General’s Uniform.

“My name is General George Kincaid,” Kincaid said.

“James Kirk; thank you for saving my friend,” Kirk said.

Kirk went over and held Edith close, very grateful that no harm had come to her.

Spock stood next to Kincaid, and as he did, Kincaid unexpectedly reached out and took Spock’s hat off, and exposed the pointed ears of the Vulcan.

“Vulcan,” Kincaid said, “I had my suspicion.”

“Fascinating,” Spock said softly.

Kirk, upon hearing Kincaid, stood up and came back to where Kincaid and Spock were standing.

“Now that is very (please follow this link to continue the story)

 

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Absolute

(a word from SCORPIO; this “chapter” is being “simucasted” for both the 19th and 21st Century stories. It is very important and so that no one who is reading this story misses it, I am publishing it in both story lines…sorry if the double post comes off as too much...)

James T Kirk and Edith Keeler were at a loss for words. The ride from the saloon to Kincaid’s estate took close to an hour, and the carriage was escorted by two armed guards. When the ride came to an end, Kirk and Edith were both surprised to see what the destination was; the home where McCoy had been raised from the time he was a child. It had totally slipped Kirk’s mind that McCoy had told him that the mansion was called the Kincaid estate. And now, that Kirk was in the past, in the home that one day would have a young Leonard McCoy running through it, it all made some kind of since; or did it.

“You have been here?” Spock asked, upon seeing the expressions on Kirk’s and Edith’s faces.

“Yes,” Edith said, “In the future, in our time, this home belonged to Dr. McCoy’s adoptive mother. This is where he was raised, from the time he was a baby I think.”

Spock looked to Kirk, almost as if he needed verification.

“She’s right,” Kirk told Spock. “McCoy’s parents were killed in a tragic accident, and he was adopted by a woman named Gretchen Bennett. She, and her husband, both descended from families that had ancestors that were part of this estate. And as the story goes, as best as I can remember, Kincaid built this place, and upon his death, let the slaves care for the home. And so, through the decades, it was handed down from family to family.”

“Weren’t you supposed to go with him for the reading of the will?” Edith asked.

“Yes, I was,” Kirk replied, “Until we beamed up to the Enterprise and got wrapped up in the whole deal with the Klingons and I’lanti.”

Spock shook his head, conveying an air of disbelief.

“Jim,” Spock finally said, “the odds that we were randomly brought to this point of time are increasing beyond control. I now believe we were brought here for a specific purpose and that the theory that time can be traveled just as a ship sails across the water, with help from unseen currents, is true.”

“Are you a poet now? What are you saying,” Edith asked, “that our being here, my nearly being raped by that mad man, are all part of God’s plan.”

“No,” Spock replied, “there are no deities involved here at all Ms. Keeler. All I am saying is that there is more going on here than,” Spock searched for the right phrase, “meets the eye.”

“Or it’s the work of God,” Edith protested.

“I didn’t think you believed in God,” Kirk said with a teasing smile.

“I don’t,” Edith said, “but when I was about to whipped by that man, I prayed, and,” she paused to stop her self from crying, “I was saved.”

Kirk held her hand in his; trying to absorb the pain she felt.

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Moments later the three travelers from the 21st Century were brought into the mansion. With the soldiers still guarding them, it had been decided by Kirk and the others to limit all conversation about being from the future. The soldiers escorting them seemed to be well mannered, and very respectful of Edith being a woman. A kindly black woman, in her fifties at least, brought them a change of clothing and took their clothes to be washed.

Edith, still distraught from the day’s events, was escorted to one of the many room, where and, after a bath alone in solitude, she found comfort on the large bed in the center of the room. Kirk sat by her side and smiled at her beauty as her eyes, being as tired as they were, closed and she found sleep. Content that she was safe from harm, Kirk returned downstairs.

Kirk found Mr. Spock looking at the collection of art that decorated the wall of the main den.

“I never fancied Vulcan’s appreciating human artwork,” Kirk said, as he entered the den.

“Do not forget, Jim Kirk,” Spock replied, “I am half human. Vulcan art, at least the Vulcan art from my universe, was usually pornographic and featured multiples of women engaged in sexual acts with each other. The art of this world, your Earth, is very interesting, and far more intelligent.”

“You know,” Kirk said to Spock, “you should think about visiting the Vulcan of this universe. The Sarek and Amanda from this universe are very interesting and complex. And don’t forget that they lost a son to that other universe, and I am quite sure they would be very interested in meeting you.”

“I am not here to replace their son,” Spock said, in a cold tone.

“I know,” Kirk said, “maybe the thought of meeting them frightens you.” Kirk said it that way as subtle challenge.

“I fear nothing,” Spock said quickly. “Your attempt at subterfuge will not increase the odds of my deciding to meet them or not.”

“Aha,” Kirk said, “at least I have you thinking about it.”

“I always found the human ability to find meaning in simple words most entertaining,” Spock countered.

Before Kirk could respond to Spock’s words, General George Kincaid came into the den, and then shut the door, and locked it, leaving the three of them alone in the room.

“Welcome to my home,” Kincaid said to Kirk and Spock, “I quite imagine that you two have questions to ask. However, before we start, I must ask you a question first.”

“Go right ahead,” Kirk said.

“Would you like some bourbon?” Kincaid said with a smile.

Kirk replied with his own smile.

“That would be nice,” Kirk said.

Kincaid walked over to the small liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of bourbon. He poured only two glasses.

“I won’t bother pouring you a glass,” Kincaid said to Spock “You’re a Vulcan.”

“Actually,” Spock replied, “I am half human, and hail from a Universe where Vulcan Ale is known to be one of the most powerful drinks in the galaxy.”

“Is it blue?” Kirk asked.

“Red,” Spock replied.

Kincaid motioned for them to sit on one of the large couches, and then he handed them their glasses. They each took a drink, letting the warmth of the liquid drain down their throats.

“Very nice,” Kirk said.

“Thank you,” Kincaid said, enjoying his own glass too.

“Now, please,” Kirk finally said, “who are you and what is going on? How did you know my friend was a Vulcan?”

“Let me show you something first,” Kincaid said, as he stood up.

At first nothing happened, and then Kirk and Spock watched as Kincaid shape shifted into an owl and then a mouse and then (to continue, PLEASE follow this link)

 

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Trapped in the 19th century, with no way to return to their own time, Kirk/Edith and Spock reluctantly accepted the truth. The second day at the Kincaid mansion was not a happy one as Edith was told of the situation. She had slept well, and had rested up. But as the truth was explained to her, over a small meal at breakfast, she began to cry. She wasn’t part of Starfleet and hadn’t signed up for the repercussions of time travel.

Kirk had brought her small breakfast upon an old style table plat, as Edith was still in bed. The meal consisted of cornbread and apple slices, as well as coffee. As she ate, Kirk sat on the side of the bed.

“Jim,” Edith said as she ate her food, “we’re in the middle of the Civil War. I don’t know much about these times, but I know more men died in this war than any other American war.”

“All very true,” Kirk admitted. “And Sherman’s March is happening, right now, not far from here.”

“We could be killed,” Edith added quickly.

“I won’t let that happen,” Kirk said.

Spock entered the room.

“Can I talk with you?” Spock asked Kirk.

Kirk stood up and walked out of the room with Spock, eager to hear what the Vulcan had to say.

“I can see by that look in your eyes,” Kirk said, “you’ve got a problem.”

“Jim,” Spock said, “I went over everything the General said, and I must caution you, he did not tell us everything.”

“He told us that,” Kirk said to Spock, “He said that because of temporal issues, he couldn’t tell us everything.”

“Everything about future events,” Spock interjected. “However, I find it quite odd as to why he is here in this time? If he had the ability to time travel, why come to this time. Why not arrive on Earth in the 20th or 21st centuries?”

Kirk thought about what Spock had said.

“That is a good question,” Kirk concluded. “Why is he here, in this time?”

“You should ask him,” Spock insisted.

“I will,” Kirk replied.

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Kirk watched from a second story window, coffee up in hand, as Kincaid lined up some of his men on the grounds below. Sherman’s March was happening just miles away, and yet, Kirk wondered, there were at least twenty men keeping station at Kincaid’s home. It was almost as if Kincaid was using the soldiers for an entirely different reason. Coupled with Spock’s earlier question, Kirk decided it was time to get more answers from their host.

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Moments later, Kirk emerged from the mansion and watched as the men under Kincaid’s command dispersed to carry out the tasks of the day. Kincaid stood alone, and then headed back towards the mansion.

“Jim,” Kincaid said with a smile, “I would have thought you’d get more sleep. The day has just barely begun.”

“Thank you,” Kirk said, “you and your men, and your servants, have been very kind. But General, I have gone over what you told us last night, and I have a few lingering questions. I hope that doesn’t offend you.”

“Oh, trust me, it doesn’t.” Kincaid said. “But as I told you last night, there are some aspects that I can not tell you about due to their sensitive nature, in relations to temporal mechanics.”

“General, I understand, as it pertains to the future,” Kirk said, as he sipped on his coffee. “The questions I have mainly concern you. This other Founder, Laas; you say he is in our time, the 21st century, helping to create the Borg, so that he can control the rest of the solids in the galaxy; fair enough. But here you are, posing as a General in the 19th century; why?”

Kincaid knew that these questions would come. He had to select his words carefully.

“Before I answer that,” Kincaid replied, “how is it you and your friends came to be in this time.”

“We were investigating the cause of time distortion waves in our century,” Kirk recounted for Kincaid, “and followed them back to their source; a Remnant on the surface of a desolate world. The next thing we knew, a strange bolt of energy struck me, and we awoke in this time, near a grove of trees by a pond not far from here.”

“Well, just as there are multitudes of solid life forms, there are also different lines of non-corporeal beings as well.” Kincaid went on. “The beings that exist on the planet Neptune, the ones you refer to as Remnants, are one such line. But, trust me, there are others. Your world, unfortunately, has been caught up in a war between another one of these lines of non-corporeal beings. As I told you, when I was sent out from the Founder home world, nearly a hundred years ago, I unexpectedly came upon a wormhole, a stable wormhole that brought me to this side of the galaxy. When that happened, when a traversed that wormhole and emerged on this side of the galaxy, I unwittingly revealed the whereabouts of this other line of non-corporeal beings I spoke of a moment ago.”

“What do you mean you revealed their whereabouts?” Kirk asked.

“The inside of that wormhole,” Kincaid further explained, “is an area that exists outside space-time. For thousands of eons, a line of non-corporeal beings have existed inside that wormhole; protecting its unique properties from other non-corporeal beings that wish to have access to its incredible power. The Bajorans; have you heard of them?”

“I know of them,” Kirk answered back. “From what I’ve been told, they are a hominoid race that exists near an area of the galaxy called the Badlands. These Bajorans and the Cardassians have been in a territorial dispute for decades and...”

“The Bajorans are a deeply religious people,” Kincaid explained. “Their entire theology has been shaped by intermittent influences from the non-corporal beings that exist inside the wormhole I have been speaking of. The wormhole, which has not yet been discovered in this time, or in your time, is not far from the Bajoran home world.”

“I thought you said your coming through it gave up the whereabouts of this wormhole,” Kirk interjected.

“It did. When I returned to the Founder home world to inform the Great Link about my discovery of the wormhole.”

“What is this Great Link you keep speaking of?” Kirk asked.

“My kind only takes form to adapt to the universe around us.” Kincaid replied. “In our liquid state, we exist as one. I know it’s hard for a solid to understand, but when we are part of the Great Link, we become more than the sum of ourselves.”

“As my friend would say,” Kirk said with a smile, “fascinating.”

“Now, this is where I have to guard what I say,” Kincaid said to Kirk. “By coming through that wormhole the first time, it (please follow this LINK to continue the story)

 

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Due to the importance of the next chapter of STAR TREK: THE 19th Century, it will be issued under the STAR TREK: THE 21st CENTURY title.

Thank you for following this very short lived spinoff. In the next segment, to be issued sometime today under the 21st Century title, a timeline will be there to see. Kirk/Spock and Edith ended up having some incredible adventures. Some of them were fun, some of them bad. So, please look for that today..and again..thanks!!!


THE END