RobertScorpio
Pariah
I like this..found it on nasa site...this is what my Enterprise will look like...
Rob Scorpio
Star Trek: Voyage to Mars
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I like this..found it on nasa site...this is what my Enterprise will look like...
Rob Scorpio
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I like this..found it on nasa site...this is what my Enterprise will look like...
Rob Scorpio
Cool.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
I like this..found it on nasa site...this is what my Enterprise will look like...
Rob Scorpio
Cool.
Hey, thanks Hartzilla2007 (interesting screen name by the way)....I like it because of the two small nacells. It was the only one I found from their concept art that had them..small ones, true...but it looks like something we would be making 40+ years from now..
Rob
RobertScorpio
Pariah
STAR TREK
PHASE ONE
VOYAGE TO MARS
#4
A dark room was illuminated with only the light of rows and rows of blinking computer panels, and control panels. The control panels were set atop over 60 cylinder shaped objects, each containing a human inhabitant in deep sleep. They were all illegally created genetically enhance humans.
In the early 2020s, scientists from all the major superpowers had experimented with mixing the DNA of, at first, Animals. And then, against all international laws, these secret experiments began to combine the DNA of humans with animals. Some skirted the laws by combining, and enhancing, human attributes. But, either way, by the time the 2030 came around, a new, enforceable, international law was passed prohibiting all such tests and experiments.
Rumors abounded that nearly 60 embryos that had been created in those illegal days had vanished, with out trace. The rumors faded, over time, and by the 2050s the rumors were part of the past. But, the rumors were true. The embryos had indeed survived, and were kept hidden, by a man who had designs to take over the world. His name was John Gill. He believed that Earth would only survive unless one man, or woman, ruled it. His idea government would one not be unlike that of Hitler’s Germany. But instead of a mad man running it, as Hitler was, a rational man like Gill would. To him it was a most logical conclusion.
He had served for three terms in the United States Senate. He had traveled the world many times in those years, and that is when he began to see the truth of his vision. And, so, in 2031 when the new anti-DNA laws were passed, Gill used his massive wealth to obtain the last 60 embryos in an ultra-secretive transaction. Only two others knew who had acquired them, and those two died mysterious death days after the transaction was final, including his wife.
John Gill had doubts that the new UN NATIONS charter would ever take hold. With several key nations holding out, it was his opinion that a one world government would not come from the new deal. He also believe that the new United Space Agency, and it’s military wing, the United Space Service, were just ways to hide an attempt to some day take by force what the United Nations could not take with signatures on paper.
He sat in his office which was situated above the incubation chamber which contained the 60 embryo survivors; that were now adults waiting to be awakened. Their minds were so enhance that with-in a span of three months, the special one that was chosen for the first mission, infiltrating the USS ENTERPRISE, would be a genius. Which one it would be? It would all depend on what happened in the next five minutes.
There was a knock on his office door, and then the door opened. A man walked in holding a brief case. His name was Norman Weyoun.
“I trust,” John Gill said, “that you have brought me a name.”
Weyoun nodded. “It wasn’t easy, Mister Gill.” Weyoun said. “The names of those who are going on the first mission to mars are ultra top secret. I had to apply more money to the situation.”
“I will compensate you, by a factor of ten, the amount of money it cost you. That was our deal.” Gill said.
“Yes, it was.” Weyoun said. “I trust you will have already transferred the amount to my account in the Caymans by the time I leave.”
Gill nodded. “I will indeed.”
Weyoun walked over to the desk where Gill sat and placed the brief case on it. He opened it and inside was forged papers that would be needed for Gill’s chosen one to infiltrate the Mars mission.
Gill took out the file the contained the name that would have to be used. Such a person had really existed, but part of Weyoun’s contract also included his ‘getting rid’ of the real person behind the name, and to provide current, up to date, photographs for face reconstruction, which would be completed with in one week, on the chosen enhanced human.
Gill said the name, “Khan Noonien Singh,” Gill said. “What a noble sounding name.”
“Do you have an Indian, Sihk Indian, in your brood?” Weyound asked.
“I do indeed,” Gill said. “After his face is altered, a face that he actually has never seen, he will do just perfectly. For all he knows, he will actually be this Khan Noonien Singh.”
Weyoun nodded, then left the office. Gill turned his chair back the other way, and looked down upon the rows of enhanced humans. He pressed a button on his main panel, and one of the sleeping chambers slowly became lighted.
“Hello, my son,” Gill said with a smile. “Khan Noonien Singh.”
Continued
STAR TREK
PHASE ONE
VOYAGE TO MARS
PHASE ONE
VOYAGE TO MARS
#4
A dark room was illuminated with only the light of rows and rows of blinking computer panels, and control panels. The control panels were set atop over 60 cylinder shaped objects, each containing a human inhabitant in deep sleep. They were all illegally created genetically enhance humans.
In the early 2020s, scientists from all the major superpowers had experimented with mixing the DNA of, at first, Animals. And then, against all international laws, these secret experiments began to combine the DNA of humans with animals. Some skirted the laws by combining, and enhancing, human attributes. But, either way, by the time the 2030 came around, a new, enforceable, international law was passed prohibiting all such tests and experiments.
Rumors abounded that nearly 60 embryos that had been created in those illegal days had vanished, with out trace. The rumors faded, over time, and by the 2050s the rumors were part of the past. But, the rumors were true. The embryos had indeed survived, and were kept hidden, by a man who had designs to take over the world. His name was John Gill. He believed that Earth would only survive unless one man, or woman, ruled it. His idea government would one not be unlike that of Hitler’s Germany. But instead of a mad man running it, as Hitler was, a rational man like Gill would. To him it was a most logical conclusion.
He had served for three terms in the United States Senate. He had traveled the world many times in those years, and that is when he began to see the truth of his vision. And, so, in 2031 when the new anti-DNA laws were passed, Gill used his massive wealth to obtain the last 60 embryos in an ultra-secretive transaction. Only two others knew who had acquired them, and those two died mysterious death days after the transaction was final, including his wife.
John Gill had doubts that the new UN NATIONS charter would ever take hold. With several key nations holding out, it was his opinion that a one world government would not come from the new deal. He also believe that the new United Space Agency, and it’s military wing, the United Space Service, were just ways to hide an attempt to some day take by force what the United Nations could not take with signatures on paper.
He sat in his office which was situated above the incubation chamber which contained the 60 embryo survivors; that were now adults waiting to be awakened. Their minds were so enhance that with-in a span of three months, the special one that was chosen for the first mission, infiltrating the USS ENTERPRISE, would be a genius. Which one it would be? It would all depend on what happened in the next five minutes.
There was a knock on his office door, and then the door opened. A man walked in holding a brief case. His name was Norman Weyoun.
“I trust,” John Gill said, “that you have brought me a name.”
Weyoun nodded. “It wasn’t easy, Mister Gill.” Weyoun said. “The names of those who are going on the first mission to mars are ultra top secret. I had to apply more money to the situation.”
“I will compensate you, by a factor of ten, the amount of money it cost you. That was our deal.” Gill said.
“Yes, it was.” Weyoun said. “I trust you will have already transferred the amount to my account in the Caymans by the time I leave.”
Gill nodded. “I will indeed.”
Weyoun walked over to the desk where Gill sat and placed the brief case on it. He opened it and inside was forged papers that would be needed for Gill’s chosen one to infiltrate the Mars mission.
Gill took out the file the contained the name that would have to be used. Such a person had really existed, but part of Weyoun’s contract also included his ‘getting rid’ of the real person behind the name, and to provide current, up to date, photographs for face reconstruction, which would be completed with in one week, on the chosen enhanced human.
Gill said the name, “Khan Noonien Singh,” Gill said. “What a noble sounding name.”
“Do you have an Indian, Sihk Indian, in your brood?” Weyound asked.
“I do indeed,” Gill said. “After his face is altered, a face that he actually has never seen, he will do just perfectly. For all he knows, he will actually be this Khan Noonien Singh.”
Weyoun nodded, then left the office. Gill turned his chair back the other way, and looked down upon the rows of enhanced humans. He pressed a button on his main panel, and one of the sleeping chambers slowly became lighted.
“Hello, my son,” Gill said with a smile. “Khan Noonien Singh.”
Continued
STAR TREK
PHASE ONE
VOYAGE TO MARS
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Interesting. The game is afoot. Khan! And John Gill also. This story now looks promising.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Thanks, Commador..haven't seen you around these parts for awhile..how have you been???
Rob
This story is getting better and better.
RobertScorpio
Pariah
STAR TREK
PHASE ONE
Voyage to Mars
Something special was happening inside the United Space Service training center, located in the heart of England, near the town of Perranporth. At first it was just a casual fencing duel between two of the Enterprise new crew members, but it had become so much more.
Scotty had been raised by his grandfather. And, as it would happen to be, Scotty’s family line could trace themselves, according to Scotty, all the back to the legendary Knights of the Roundtable. Though Scotty was from Scotland, and for hundreds of years the English had been their dreaded enemy, apparently one of his ancestors was also been English. Thus, the Scotts took their fencing VERY seriously.
But so did Hikaru Sulu. He was born from a proud family as well. His father descended from one of the finer Japanese Dynasties, and his mother was one of the most elegant beautiful Filipino women to come from that great country. The Katana Sulu was using had been passed down through his family line for nearly seven-hundred years.
The match had started innocently enough, but it was quite clear that both of them were taking it rather serious. A small crowd watched them go at it in the main Gym in the training center. But with the clashing styles on display, Mack Wilson, the head trainer stopped all the other events, and made everyone one watch the titanic struggle. And soon a crowd of nearly two hundred was watching the two go at it.
Sulu had the obvious physical advantage, his light and agile body giving him a plus there. But Scotty had guile. And when Sulu tried to take control of the floor, Scotty would take a three or four steps and regain, or at least, put the floor advantage back to neutral.
James Kirk and Gary Mitchell watched from the middle of the cheering throng. Kirk looked over at Gary, who had his eye on Nadya Chekov, who was standing with Nyota Uhura, cheering the two Fencers on.
“Great match; isn’t it?” Kirk said to Mitchell.
“Oh yeah,” Gary said with a wry tone on his voice, “Just what I always wanted in my life. To be stuck in a sweaty gym watching two knuckle draggers sword fight, when there are much more interesting things I could do with my time.” Gary didn’t take his eyes off of Nadya even once.
“How’s it going with you two?” Jim asked, already knowing the answer.
Gary shook his head, “That girl is about as cold as an iceberg in the Bering Strait. But enough about me,” Gary said, and then he looked to Kirk. “What about you and Carol, that girl I set you up with from the Science department?” Gary asked.
Kirk didn’t reply.
“Oh no,” Gary said, his eyes bulging as he did, “you dirty dog! What is it with you anyway?”
James shook his head, “I didn’t say anything happened, and you don’t need to be starting rumors. Just keep your nose to yourself.” Kirk said.
“Well,” Gary said, “I like Carol. She’s got some spunk, and you know what they say about blond women in bed.”
Kirk shook his head, “No, I don’t and I don’t want to know.” Kirk said.
Suddenly the crowd roared as, at last, one of the two duelers had won. And, surprisingly enough, it was Montgomery Scott. The crowd applauded as Scotty helped his Japanese opponent up off the hard surface of the floor.
Sulu shook his head. “I’ve never seen that step, it allowed you to get in and cut the angle off.”
Scotty nodded his head. “I’ve never used it until now. My grandfather taught me it when I was nine years old.”
“Well,” Sulu said as the crowd began t disperse, “I will remember that move the next time we do this.”
“The next time?” Scotty replied with a chuckle.
Sulu shot him a look of mock anger. “We have to do this again; our fans will demand nothing less.”
Kirk and Mitchell walked up to the two of them.
“Captain,” Scotty said to Kirk, “Did you see the match?”
“We didn’t have a choice,” Gary answered for Kirk. “Jim and I were playing a very physical match or H.O.R.S.E over there,” Gary said as he pointed at a lone basketball net set a part in a darkened the corner of the gym, “and then that jackass Wilson made us come watch.”
“I thought it was amazing,” Kirk said as he shook Scotty’s hand, and then Sulu’s.
Kirk admired the Katana that Sulu had put back into a sheath on the side of his leg.
“Can I see that?” Kirk asked.
Sulu handed Kirk the 700 year old Katana.
“This is a very fine Katana,” Kirk said. “I have one, from the time of Kamakura. But your Katana is some what older.” Kirk said.
Gary shook his head. “This is the last thing I need to listen to. Two men comparing the size and beauty of their,” Gary paused for effect, “swords.”
And with that Gary headed away from the others, and towards a group of women, including Nyota and Nadya, who were preparing to play some volleyball.
Kirk, Scotty and Sulu conversed about fencing awhile longer, and then they headed out of the Gym to get some food to eat.
--
Hours later Kirk found himself entering the Center’s medical center, again. And, as before, it was to see Gary Mitchell. In fact, Gary was in the same room as he had been in after Mack Wilson had broken his nose.
Kirk came into the room and laughed as he saw the new bandage/bridge over his friend’s nose.
“What happened?” Kirk asked, as he handed Gary the latest month’s issue of Hustler magazine, via a data chip.
“Well, Nadya and I ended up on opposite teams.” Gary said. “And I let her spike the ball, just to let her win a point, you know, trying to get into he good graces. She spiked the damn ball as hard as she could, into my nose!” Gary said, in anger.
“Maybe she was trying to get into your good graces.”
Gary shook his head. “I don’t know Jim,” Gary said. “Maybe it’s me, maybe I come on too strong.” Gary said as he looked at images of nude women from the magazine as they were displayed on the monitor that was mounted in the corner of the ceiling.
“You think?” Kirk asked.
But Kirk knew something that Gary did not know. Nadya Chekov was in the reception area getting a visitor’s badge, and was coming to Gary’s room to apologize. Kirk took the remote from Gary’s hand, just as he used it to flip to an advertisement about Erectile Dysfunction.
“I hate these idiotic ads.” Gary said.
Kirk looked at the remote. “Let me go get some more batteries, I’ll be right back.”
“Sure,” Gary said, “what a friend you are. Changing a guy’s remote control batteries, you are the best Jim!”
Kirk opened the door to Gary’s room to leave, and standing there was Nadya Chekov.
“Hello Captain,” Chekov said, “I’m just here to see how Mr. Mitchell’s doing.”
Kirk headed out, “I’ll be right back.” Kirk said as Nadya prepared to enter.
“Oh, um, Jim,” Gary said from his bed, “Could you please leave the remote.”
Kirk pointed at the remote control. “Batteries, I’ll be right back.”
Nadya walked past James Kirk and into Gary’s room. With out the remote control Gary was unable to change the image on the screen which was showing an advertisement about male-enhancement pills for just $49.95. Nadya looked up at the monitor, seeing the advertisement, and then she looked at Gary.
“Umm,” Gary said, with a look of humility on his face.
--
Continued…
Star Trek
Phase One
Voyage to Mars
PHASE ONE
Voyage to Mars
Something special was happening inside the United Space Service training center, located in the heart of England, near the town of Perranporth. At first it was just a casual fencing duel between two of the Enterprise new crew members, but it had become so much more.
Scotty had been raised by his grandfather. And, as it would happen to be, Scotty’s family line could trace themselves, according to Scotty, all the back to the legendary Knights of the Roundtable. Though Scotty was from Scotland, and for hundreds of years the English had been their dreaded enemy, apparently one of his ancestors was also been English. Thus, the Scotts took their fencing VERY seriously.
But so did Hikaru Sulu. He was born from a proud family as well. His father descended from one of the finer Japanese Dynasties, and his mother was one of the most elegant beautiful Filipino women to come from that great country. The Katana Sulu was using had been passed down through his family line for nearly seven-hundred years.
The match had started innocently enough, but it was quite clear that both of them were taking it rather serious. A small crowd watched them go at it in the main Gym in the training center. But with the clashing styles on display, Mack Wilson, the head trainer stopped all the other events, and made everyone one watch the titanic struggle. And soon a crowd of nearly two hundred was watching the two go at it.
Sulu had the obvious physical advantage, his light and agile body giving him a plus there. But Scotty had guile. And when Sulu tried to take control of the floor, Scotty would take a three or four steps and regain, or at least, put the floor advantage back to neutral.
James Kirk and Gary Mitchell watched from the middle of the cheering throng. Kirk looked over at Gary, who had his eye on Nadya Chekov, who was standing with Nyota Uhura, cheering the two Fencers on.
“Great match; isn’t it?” Kirk said to Mitchell.
“Oh yeah,” Gary said with a wry tone on his voice, “Just what I always wanted in my life. To be stuck in a sweaty gym watching two knuckle draggers sword fight, when there are much more interesting things I could do with my time.” Gary didn’t take his eyes off of Nadya even once.
“How’s it going with you two?” Jim asked, already knowing the answer.
Gary shook his head, “That girl is about as cold as an iceberg in the Bering Strait. But enough about me,” Gary said, and then he looked to Kirk. “What about you and Carol, that girl I set you up with from the Science department?” Gary asked.
Kirk didn’t reply.
“Oh no,” Gary said, his eyes bulging as he did, “you dirty dog! What is it with you anyway?”
James shook his head, “I didn’t say anything happened, and you don’t need to be starting rumors. Just keep your nose to yourself.” Kirk said.
“Well,” Gary said, “I like Carol. She’s got some spunk, and you know what they say about blond women in bed.”
Kirk shook his head, “No, I don’t and I don’t want to know.” Kirk said.
Suddenly the crowd roared as, at last, one of the two duelers had won. And, surprisingly enough, it was Montgomery Scott. The crowd applauded as Scotty helped his Japanese opponent up off the hard surface of the floor.
Sulu shook his head. “I’ve never seen that step, it allowed you to get in and cut the angle off.”
Scotty nodded his head. “I’ve never used it until now. My grandfather taught me it when I was nine years old.”
“Well,” Sulu said as the crowd began t disperse, “I will remember that move the next time we do this.”
“The next time?” Scotty replied with a chuckle.
Sulu shot him a look of mock anger. “We have to do this again; our fans will demand nothing less.”
Kirk and Mitchell walked up to the two of them.
“Captain,” Scotty said to Kirk, “Did you see the match?”
“We didn’t have a choice,” Gary answered for Kirk. “Jim and I were playing a very physical match or H.O.R.S.E over there,” Gary said as he pointed at a lone basketball net set a part in a darkened the corner of the gym, “and then that jackass Wilson made us come watch.”
“I thought it was amazing,” Kirk said as he shook Scotty’s hand, and then Sulu’s.
Kirk admired the Katana that Sulu had put back into a sheath on the side of his leg.
“Can I see that?” Kirk asked.
Sulu handed Kirk the 700 year old Katana.
“This is a very fine Katana,” Kirk said. “I have one, from the time of Kamakura. But your Katana is some what older.” Kirk said.
Gary shook his head. “This is the last thing I need to listen to. Two men comparing the size and beauty of their,” Gary paused for effect, “swords.”
And with that Gary headed away from the others, and towards a group of women, including Nyota and Nadya, who were preparing to play some volleyball.
Kirk, Scotty and Sulu conversed about fencing awhile longer, and then they headed out of the Gym to get some food to eat.
--
Hours later Kirk found himself entering the Center’s medical center, again. And, as before, it was to see Gary Mitchell. In fact, Gary was in the same room as he had been in after Mack Wilson had broken his nose.
Kirk came into the room and laughed as he saw the new bandage/bridge over his friend’s nose.
“What happened?” Kirk asked, as he handed Gary the latest month’s issue of Hustler magazine, via a data chip.
“Well, Nadya and I ended up on opposite teams.” Gary said. “And I let her spike the ball, just to let her win a point, you know, trying to get into he good graces. She spiked the damn ball as hard as she could, into my nose!” Gary said, in anger.
“Maybe she was trying to get into your good graces.”
Gary shook his head. “I don’t know Jim,” Gary said. “Maybe it’s me, maybe I come on too strong.” Gary said as he looked at images of nude women from the magazine as they were displayed on the monitor that was mounted in the corner of the ceiling.
“You think?” Kirk asked.
But Kirk knew something that Gary did not know. Nadya Chekov was in the reception area getting a visitor’s badge, and was coming to Gary’s room to apologize. Kirk took the remote from Gary’s hand, just as he used it to flip to an advertisement about Erectile Dysfunction.
“I hate these idiotic ads.” Gary said.
Kirk looked at the remote. “Let me go get some more batteries, I’ll be right back.”
“Sure,” Gary said, “what a friend you are. Changing a guy’s remote control batteries, you are the best Jim!”
Kirk opened the door to Gary’s room to leave, and standing there was Nadya Chekov.
“Hello Captain,” Chekov said, “I’m just here to see how Mr. Mitchell’s doing.”
Kirk headed out, “I’ll be right back.” Kirk said as Nadya prepared to enter.
“Oh, um, Jim,” Gary said from his bed, “Could you please leave the remote.”
Kirk pointed at the remote control. “Batteries, I’ll be right back.”
Nadya walked past James Kirk and into Gary’s room. With out the remote control Gary was unable to change the image on the screen which was showing an advertisement about male-enhancement pills for just $49.95. Nadya looked up at the monitor, seeing the advertisement, and then she looked at Gary.
“Umm,” Gary said, with a look of humility on his face.
--
Continued…
Star Trek
Phase One
Voyage to Mars
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
USS Transfer Station
Northern Sudan Territory
When peace finally came to this battered country, and it joined the new United Nation Charter, it was decided by all those involved to give this country a major role in the exploration of space. So, with that decided, the massive Transfer station was built in the northern territory of Sudan. It was a massive complex that housed fifteen Russian built transfer shuttles. It was from this Transfer station that all future crews would board a shuttle and then be taken into orbit to the massive International Space station, designated USS Alpha-one, which was where the Enterprise was currently in final prep, parked near to Alpha-one in what was, essentially, a garage in space. The population of Sudan was proud of their role in these historic days of space exploration.
Richard Bashir was busy directing the maintenance crew that was prepping the shuttle that he, Richard Bashir, would pilot up to the orbiting International Space Station. It would the first time that the crew of the Enterprise would actually see their massive ship. And Richard wanted his shuttle to be properly prepared for the near celebrity, James Kirk, and his historic crew.
As he was watching the crews prep the ship, Richard saw his four year old son, Julian, sitting on the boarding ramp, picking his nose. Often Richard would bring his son to work. Little Julian had become sort of a mascot for the workers at the Transfer Station.
Richard shook his head. Most kids Julian’s age were already in the first phases of algebra, Julian was still counting rocks. Most his friends were learning tennis, or golf, Julian was picking his nose. His son was just slower than his peers. And that worried Richard, and his wife, Amsha, to the point that they were thinking of subjecting their son to illegal medical procedures that would enhance his abilities. If they were caught taking his son to a country that allowed such illegal DNA enhancing, it could cost them, Richard and Amsha, their freedom. But, as Richard watched his son stick his mucus covered finger into his mouth, he decided that his son was more important to him than his career in the United Space Service.
--
High in Earth orbit, at nearly twenty five thousand miles, was the massive USS Alpha-one Space station. And, nearly five miles away was the massive ‘space garage’ that was the current home of the USS ENTERPRISE. Built with the most modern of technologies, the USS ENTERPRISE was the first of what was hoped to be a fleet of Space Ships, twelve in all, that would colonize the solar system.
Earlier attempts to colonize Mars were cut back due to budgetary limits. Now that the main powers of Earth had found peace, all the money that had been spent on weapons of war, were now spent on a new space program. The population of Earth was amazed at how fast the entire United Space Agency program took off in terms of scope and planning. Most people attributed it to a new found hope, borne from the new United Nation Charter. But, for a select few, they knew there was something more at stake powering this endeavor: Charles-Dennison 14-850A.
Charles-Dennison 14-850A was a massive asteroid that was discovered back in the 2020s. It had been studied, and studied, and in 2043 it was proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that the eighteen mile wide asteroid would smash into Earth in the year 2067. The result would be the end of the world. Though that date was still seventeen years in the future, no technology currently existed that could stop Charles-Dennison from reaching Earth. A press conference would be held in the coming days informing the rest of the world. And that the Enterprise’s first mission would not be to colonize Mars, but to go beyond Mars, and rendezvous with the Asteroid and destroy it, if at all possible.
On board the USS Enterprise, many engineering crews were in the final stages of hardware and software installation into the various computers that would help maintain the ship.
The Enterprise was five-hundred and fifty feet long. It could hold a crew of two-hundred, at maximum occupancy. It was fitted with the latest in laser technology; Phasers. The Phasers were weapons that used polarized Neutrons that were super-charged in a special chamber. The beams were extremely powerful, and dense. There were also Photon Torpedoes, developed by Chinese scientists. These Torpedoes contained experimental anti-matter electrons, which were developed using the experimental field of Quantum Mechanics, and effectively gave these new Torpedoes the designation as Quantum Torpedoes.
The engine system was a revolution in technology. Designed Ben Herr, it was a departure from most theories. Two laser satellites were put in orbit of Earth. These two satellites would beam lasers at the ship. The ship would collect the concentrated beams, and then use the energy to power the engines. When full speed was reached, nearly half the speed of light, the lasers would be shutdown. Then, as the ship approached Mars, two satellites there would be activated and would beam lasers at the incoming ship, slowing it down. While in transit to mars, a journey that would take twenty-seven hours, special solar panels would absorb the deadly radiation from the sun, and storing the radiation in special filters that would power the ship on its mission to Charles-Dennison.
Aboard the Enterprise, on this day, was a very important person. His name was Richard Daystom. While the ship was built with, primarily, Scottish engineering expertise, it was Richard Daystom who had designed the complex computer system that would be at the heart of the ship. And at the very center of the computer system was Daystrom’s pride and joy; S.P.O.C.K. The artificially-intelligent, interactive compute, that would be the Captain’s (James T Kirk) direct link to the computer. The personality of the computer came from Daystrom’s own brain schematics, using a new psychotronic computer/brain interface which was developed by the reclusive Swedish scientist named Dianna Troi. Her theories about how, one day, thoughts would be used to control machinery were years ahead of their time.
Continued…next time
Star Trek Phase ONE…Voyage to Mars
Northern Sudan Territory
When peace finally came to this battered country, and it joined the new United Nation Charter, it was decided by all those involved to give this country a major role in the exploration of space. So, with that decided, the massive Transfer station was built in the northern territory of Sudan. It was a massive complex that housed fifteen Russian built transfer shuttles. It was from this Transfer station that all future crews would board a shuttle and then be taken into orbit to the massive International Space station, designated USS Alpha-one, which was where the Enterprise was currently in final prep, parked near to Alpha-one in what was, essentially, a garage in space. The population of Sudan was proud of their role in these historic days of space exploration.
Richard Bashir was busy directing the maintenance crew that was prepping the shuttle that he, Richard Bashir, would pilot up to the orbiting International Space Station. It would the first time that the crew of the Enterprise would actually see their massive ship. And Richard wanted his shuttle to be properly prepared for the near celebrity, James Kirk, and his historic crew.
As he was watching the crews prep the ship, Richard saw his four year old son, Julian, sitting on the boarding ramp, picking his nose. Often Richard would bring his son to work. Little Julian had become sort of a mascot for the workers at the Transfer Station.
Richard shook his head. Most kids Julian’s age were already in the first phases of algebra, Julian was still counting rocks. Most his friends were learning tennis, or golf, Julian was picking his nose. His son was just slower than his peers. And that worried Richard, and his wife, Amsha, to the point that they were thinking of subjecting their son to illegal medical procedures that would enhance his abilities. If they were caught taking his son to a country that allowed such illegal DNA enhancing, it could cost them, Richard and Amsha, their freedom. But, as Richard watched his son stick his mucus covered finger into his mouth, he decided that his son was more important to him than his career in the United Space Service.
--
High in Earth orbit, at nearly twenty five thousand miles, was the massive USS Alpha-one Space station. And, nearly five miles away was the massive ‘space garage’ that was the current home of the USS ENTERPRISE. Built with the most modern of technologies, the USS ENTERPRISE was the first of what was hoped to be a fleet of Space Ships, twelve in all, that would colonize the solar system.
Earlier attempts to colonize Mars were cut back due to budgetary limits. Now that the main powers of Earth had found peace, all the money that had been spent on weapons of war, were now spent on a new space program. The population of Earth was amazed at how fast the entire United Space Agency program took off in terms of scope and planning. Most people attributed it to a new found hope, borne from the new United Nation Charter. But, for a select few, they knew there was something more at stake powering this endeavor: Charles-Dennison 14-850A.
Charles-Dennison 14-850A was a massive asteroid that was discovered back in the 2020s. It had been studied, and studied, and in 2043 it was proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that the eighteen mile wide asteroid would smash into Earth in the year 2067. The result would be the end of the world. Though that date was still seventeen years in the future, no technology currently existed that could stop Charles-Dennison from reaching Earth. A press conference would be held in the coming days informing the rest of the world. And that the Enterprise’s first mission would not be to colonize Mars, but to go beyond Mars, and rendezvous with the Asteroid and destroy it, if at all possible.
On board the USS Enterprise, many engineering crews were in the final stages of hardware and software installation into the various computers that would help maintain the ship.
The Enterprise was five-hundred and fifty feet long. It could hold a crew of two-hundred, at maximum occupancy. It was fitted with the latest in laser technology; Phasers. The Phasers were weapons that used polarized Neutrons that were super-charged in a special chamber. The beams were extremely powerful, and dense. There were also Photon Torpedoes, developed by Chinese scientists. These Torpedoes contained experimental anti-matter electrons, which were developed using the experimental field of Quantum Mechanics, and effectively gave these new Torpedoes the designation as Quantum Torpedoes.
The engine system was a revolution in technology. Designed Ben Herr, it was a departure from most theories. Two laser satellites were put in orbit of Earth. These two satellites would beam lasers at the ship. The ship would collect the concentrated beams, and then use the energy to power the engines. When full speed was reached, nearly half the speed of light, the lasers would be shutdown. Then, as the ship approached Mars, two satellites there would be activated and would beam lasers at the incoming ship, slowing it down. While in transit to mars, a journey that would take twenty-seven hours, special solar panels would absorb the deadly radiation from the sun, and storing the radiation in special filters that would power the ship on its mission to Charles-Dennison.
Aboard the Enterprise, on this day, was a very important person. His name was Richard Daystom. While the ship was built with, primarily, Scottish engineering expertise, it was Richard Daystom who had designed the complex computer system that would be at the heart of the ship. And at the very center of the computer system was Daystrom’s pride and joy; S.P.O.C.K. The artificially-intelligent, interactive compute, that would be the Captain’s (James T Kirk) direct link to the computer. The personality of the computer came from Daystrom’s own brain schematics, using a new psychotronic computer/brain interface which was developed by the reclusive Swedish scientist named Dianna Troi. Her theories about how, one day, thoughts would be used to control machinery were years ahead of their time.
Continued…next time
Star Trek Phase ONE…Voyage to Mars
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Pariah
Star Trek
Phase- ONE
Voyage To Mars
#7
It was 0900 when the shuttle, with the Enterprise command crew aboard, lifted off from the Sudan Transfer station and streaked into the cloudless sky above skies of Northern Africa. The event was carried on all news outlets. Bios about the command crew were weaved in with live broadcasts. The official launch of the USS ENTERPRISE was still one month away, but for the rest of that time the command crew would spend it up on the new ship in final prep, and training, for the mission to Mars, and onward to Charles-Dennison.
But Gary Mitchell was not happy, at all. CNN dedicated an entire two minutes to Gary’s life, where as Jim Kirk, his best friend, got an entire half hour segment. Mitchell was second command and worthy, he thought, of at least a fifteen minute spot. Even Sulu got more air time and why?
Gary Mitchell was sitting next to Sulu on the shuttle. They had just left the atmosphere of Earth. They would dock with the USS ALHPA ONE two hours later. CNN was airing the media coverage, and the crew members each had monitors at their seats to view the TV coverage. Mitchell and Sulu were watching the biography, and the recorded interview segment, with Sulu. Mitchell looked at his watch, and saw that Sulu’s coverage was nearing fifteen minutes. And, watching the Sulu segment, Gary Mitchell believed he knew why Sulu was getting so much attention.
“Are you really gay?” Gary asked Sulu.
Sulu smiled, “Why yes, I am. Who wants to know?” Sulu raised both eyebrows.
“Oh believe me,” Gary said, “I don’t. I’m just fricking pissed off that you got fifteen minutes to tell your story, and I got all of maybe two minutes. And the only reason I can come up with is because you’re gay. That’s such horse crap.”
“Well,” Sulu said, “I also am the only Japanese officer among the command crew, and I do descend from nobility. I also set many flight records during my service in the Japanese Air-force, and,” Sulu added, “I have also been a television food critic for several years on the New Iron Chef. You can’t deny that I do have a pretty impressive back story.”
Mitchell thought for a moment. “Nah,” he finally said, “you got fifteen minutes because you’re gay.”
“I’ll have to tell my agent, Sam Berkovits,” Sulu said with a smile, “to go ahead and negotiate a higher fee for my action-figure line. This CNN spot will definitely raise my Q rating. Its got be higher than that PRICE LINE guy's rating.”
“You have your own agent?” Gary asked with a long face.
“You have to these days,” Sulu said, “when you’re a celebrity. Don’t you have an agent?”
“Yes,” Gary said proudly, “I do.”
James Kirk, who was sitting in the row of seats in front of Sulu and Gary, turned around, and with a smile said “His agent is his cousin Sally.”
“I see,” Sulu said to Gary. “Too bad, I was going to call Sam and see if he could represent you too.”
Gary took a cell phone from out of his pocket, pressed a button, and then said three words, “Sally, you’re fired.” Then he put the phone back into his pocket.
Sulu smiled. “I will see what I can do. If you want, I’ll help you make up your media profile; No one can create media-profiles like me. I’ll make you more marketable.”
“Cool,” Gary said. “That would be really cool. And hey,” Gary added, “I don’t care if you’re gay. I’m down with that.” Gary said, as he lightly punched Sulu on the right shoulder.
“Good,” Sulu said, “maybe we can become good friends. You can take me to the bars you hang out at, and I’ll take you to some of the spots I go to. We can be buds.” Sulu added with a smile.
Gary Mitchell gulped.
Three rows behind Sulu and Mitchell were Nadya Chekov, and Nyota Uhura. Chekov had been raised in Moscow Russia. Her family was considered one of the more affluent families, and traced their roots back centuries into the past. Her mother was a ballerina, and had hoped that her daughter, Nadya, would follow in her footsteps.
But Nadya’s father was an experienced Cosmonaut of nearly twenty-five years. He had traveled into space fifteen times in his long career. Chekov found the life her father lived far more exciting than spinning around on the tips of her toes with other dancers.
So against her mother’s wishes she joined the military and eventually, with her father’s help, she transferred into the new United Space Agency. After two years of training she was selected to join the command crew of the USS ENTERPRISE. Her dad was very proud; her mother was a good dancer.
Nyota Uhura had immigrated to America three years ago. Already fluent in many languages, she decided to throw her self into the complex communication technologies that were coming to life in United Space Agency. Already with two Master-Degrees, and a Ph.D in the works, she decided to take her studies to American and tutor with the woman who had designed most of the new era communication technologies; Hoshi Sato. There was no one in the United Space Agency that knew their way around the complex technology as much as Nyota did. And for that, she was proud.
The two women were watching the CNN broadcast as well. They news channel was focusing now on Nadya Chekov. It showed archival footage of Nadya when she was nine years old, twirling around in her leotard to a very approving mother. Then they showed photos of Nadya, years later, traversing an obstacle course during her military training. Nadya watched the news story, and didn’t blink one time.
“You were a ballerina?” Uhura asked.
“All Russian girls are ballerinas,” Nadya responded.
Uhura smiled, she could sense Nadya’s anger at her mother. “My mother wanted me to be a lawyer.” Uhura said. “My father wanted me to join his Jazz band, and tour Europe with him forever. They only want what they think is best for us.”
Chekov looked at the images, taken just a year ago, when she had broken the Trans-Atlantic flight speed record. Her father was among the crowd, cheering, as she climbed out of the jet. Her mother was no where to be seen.
Uhura also noticed that Chekov’s mother was no where to be seen. Uhura made it a note to befriend Nadya Chekov. She would make it one of her goals to bring the girl out of her shell, and to help her get past rejection she believed her mom still felt for her.
Nearly two hours later, Richard Bashir slowed the shuttle down and brought it along side the Space Station. There was a slight thump as it made contact with the Alpha-one. Moments later the crew filed out of the shuttle, one at a time. Captain Bashir was glad that it had been a perfect flight, and that his part of the historic mission, had played out on time, and with out incident.
--
Continued..
Star Trek
Phase One
Voyage To Mars
Phase- ONE
Voyage To Mars
#7
It was 0900 when the shuttle, with the Enterprise command crew aboard, lifted off from the Sudan Transfer station and streaked into the cloudless sky above skies of Northern Africa. The event was carried on all news outlets. Bios about the command crew were weaved in with live broadcasts. The official launch of the USS ENTERPRISE was still one month away, but for the rest of that time the command crew would spend it up on the new ship in final prep, and training, for the mission to Mars, and onward to Charles-Dennison.
But Gary Mitchell was not happy, at all. CNN dedicated an entire two minutes to Gary’s life, where as Jim Kirk, his best friend, got an entire half hour segment. Mitchell was second command and worthy, he thought, of at least a fifteen minute spot. Even Sulu got more air time and why?
Gary Mitchell was sitting next to Sulu on the shuttle. They had just left the atmosphere of Earth. They would dock with the USS ALHPA ONE two hours later. CNN was airing the media coverage, and the crew members each had monitors at their seats to view the TV coverage. Mitchell and Sulu were watching the biography, and the recorded interview segment, with Sulu. Mitchell looked at his watch, and saw that Sulu’s coverage was nearing fifteen minutes. And, watching the Sulu segment, Gary Mitchell believed he knew why Sulu was getting so much attention.
“Are you really gay?” Gary asked Sulu.
Sulu smiled, “Why yes, I am. Who wants to know?” Sulu raised both eyebrows.
“Oh believe me,” Gary said, “I don’t. I’m just fricking pissed off that you got fifteen minutes to tell your story, and I got all of maybe two minutes. And the only reason I can come up with is because you’re gay. That’s such horse crap.”
“Well,” Sulu said, “I also am the only Japanese officer among the command crew, and I do descend from nobility. I also set many flight records during my service in the Japanese Air-force, and,” Sulu added, “I have also been a television food critic for several years on the New Iron Chef. You can’t deny that I do have a pretty impressive back story.”
Mitchell thought for a moment. “Nah,” he finally said, “you got fifteen minutes because you’re gay.”
“I’ll have to tell my agent, Sam Berkovits,” Sulu said with a smile, “to go ahead and negotiate a higher fee for my action-figure line. This CNN spot will definitely raise my Q rating. Its got be higher than that PRICE LINE guy's rating.”
“You have your own agent?” Gary asked with a long face.
“You have to these days,” Sulu said, “when you’re a celebrity. Don’t you have an agent?”
“Yes,” Gary said proudly, “I do.”
James Kirk, who was sitting in the row of seats in front of Sulu and Gary, turned around, and with a smile said “His agent is his cousin Sally.”
“I see,” Sulu said to Gary. “Too bad, I was going to call Sam and see if he could represent you too.”
Gary took a cell phone from out of his pocket, pressed a button, and then said three words, “Sally, you’re fired.” Then he put the phone back into his pocket.
Sulu smiled. “I will see what I can do. If you want, I’ll help you make up your media profile; No one can create media-profiles like me. I’ll make you more marketable.”
“Cool,” Gary said. “That would be really cool. And hey,” Gary added, “I don’t care if you’re gay. I’m down with that.” Gary said, as he lightly punched Sulu on the right shoulder.
“Good,” Sulu said, “maybe we can become good friends. You can take me to the bars you hang out at, and I’ll take you to some of the spots I go to. We can be buds.” Sulu added with a smile.
Gary Mitchell gulped.
Three rows behind Sulu and Mitchell were Nadya Chekov, and Nyota Uhura. Chekov had been raised in Moscow Russia. Her family was considered one of the more affluent families, and traced their roots back centuries into the past. Her mother was a ballerina, and had hoped that her daughter, Nadya, would follow in her footsteps.
But Nadya’s father was an experienced Cosmonaut of nearly twenty-five years. He had traveled into space fifteen times in his long career. Chekov found the life her father lived far more exciting than spinning around on the tips of her toes with other dancers.
So against her mother’s wishes she joined the military and eventually, with her father’s help, she transferred into the new United Space Agency. After two years of training she was selected to join the command crew of the USS ENTERPRISE. Her dad was very proud; her mother was a good dancer.
Nyota Uhura had immigrated to America three years ago. Already fluent in many languages, she decided to throw her self into the complex communication technologies that were coming to life in United Space Agency. Already with two Master-Degrees, and a Ph.D in the works, she decided to take her studies to American and tutor with the woman who had designed most of the new era communication technologies; Hoshi Sato. There was no one in the United Space Agency that knew their way around the complex technology as much as Nyota did. And for that, she was proud.
The two women were watching the CNN broadcast as well. They news channel was focusing now on Nadya Chekov. It showed archival footage of Nadya when she was nine years old, twirling around in her leotard to a very approving mother. Then they showed photos of Nadya, years later, traversing an obstacle course during her military training. Nadya watched the news story, and didn’t blink one time.
“You were a ballerina?” Uhura asked.
“All Russian girls are ballerinas,” Nadya responded.
Uhura smiled, she could sense Nadya’s anger at her mother. “My mother wanted me to be a lawyer.” Uhura said. “My father wanted me to join his Jazz band, and tour Europe with him forever. They only want what they think is best for us.”
Chekov looked at the images, taken just a year ago, when she had broken the Trans-Atlantic flight speed record. Her father was among the crowd, cheering, as she climbed out of the jet. Her mother was no where to be seen.
Uhura also noticed that Chekov’s mother was no where to be seen. Uhura made it a note to befriend Nadya Chekov. She would make it one of her goals to bring the girl out of her shell, and to help her get past rejection she believed her mom still felt for her.
Nearly two hours later, Richard Bashir slowed the shuttle down and brought it along side the Space Station. There was a slight thump as it made contact with the Alpha-one. Moments later the crew filed out of the shuttle, one at a time. Captain Bashir was glad that it had been a perfect flight, and that his part of the historic mission, had played out on time, and with out incident.
--
Continued..
Star Trek
Phase One
Voyage To Mars
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Pariah
I have never had a 'gay' character in a story. So I am basing SULU on one of my best friends, who is..ta da...gay. And he and I have been joking about it, in the way gary and sulu are, for years...I have to becareful that I don't offend any 'gay' readers out there. But my friend read this part and totally loved it...he said to 'roll with it' so I am...
Thanks for the props Mistral!!! And we need to chat on XBOX..this was a busy weekend (kids were wild) and charger game...look for me on line and we will converse..gonna get DC vs MORTAL COMBAT next week!!!
Rob
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Star Trek
Phase- ONE
Voyage To Mars
#8
The command crew of the Enterprise was into their second hour aboard their new Starship, in essence, their new home for the foreseeable future. Most of them had, at one point in their United Space Agency careers, trained on one of two full sized mock-ups. One Mock-up, designated the USS BOTANY BAY, was kept in a giant hanger-bay in Hobart Australia. But due to wear and tear, that mock-up had been sold to a museum. (And unknown to the United Space Agency, the museum was owned and operated by John Gill, who saw a better future for the Botany Bay).
The other mock-up was housed in a large building in the desert of California. As good as the mock-ups were for training, they couldn’t match the raw feeling, and power, of the USS ENTERPRISE.
The crew was being given a tour by the proud engineers, mainly Scottish and Russian, who had built the ship, including Montgomery Scott’s uncle, Ronald Scott. He was a portly round man full of vigor, and obvious pride of what they had built.
As the rest of the crew went on with the tour, James Kirk noticed an African-American, in his late fifties or early sixties, working at one of the computer stations on the circular bridge where the crew would be spending most of their working time. Kirk, with Gary Mitchell by his side, slowly made his way over to the man.
“What’s wrong?” Gary Mitchell asked Kirk. “Don’t you recognize him?” Mitchell asked. “That’s Richard Daystrom. This guy has been designing computer networks, and complex duo-tronic systems, for decades. Most, if not all of the computer hardware and software on this ship came from what his mind came up with. He's a billionare I might add.”
“What is that box he is talking with?” Kirk asked.
Mitchell looked closer. Daystrom was indeed talking to a strange, black and silver box that was sitting atop one the panels.
Mitchell shook his head. “I don’t know,” Mitchell said, “Maybe it’s a voice activated toaster.”
Mitchell looked back at the two men as they drew closer to him. He had a very elegant, but distant, look to his face.
“This is hardly a toaster,” the man said. He stood up and offered his hand to Kirk. “My name is Dr. Richard Daystom, and this,” Daystrom said, as he motioned to the box, “is S.P.O.C.K.”
Kirk and Mitchell both looked at the strange computer that did indeed resemble one of those out-dated toaster ovens.
“Spock?” Daystrom said, “Say hello to your new friend; James T Kirk.”
“Good afternoon, Captain James Tiberius Kirk.” The box replied. The voice was coming from the science station’s sound system.
Gary Mitchell snapped his finger. “Wait a second,” Mitchell said excitedly, “Isn’t that the voice of Darth Vader?”
Daystrom nodded his head, “It is indeed.” Daystrom replied. “I was very fond of his voice as a child, so I synthesized his voice, and when it came time to select a voice for Spock, I chose James Earl Jone’s voice.”
“Oh, this is totally cool,” Mitchell said with a broad smile. “I gotta tell my brother about this. You know Bobby,” Mitchell said to Kirk, “He’ll go nuts knowing that you’ll be interacting with Darth Vader on this mission.”
“You do mean Spock,” Kirk said to Mitchell, “I will be interacting with Spock.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Mitchell said. “Get it to say this is your destiny; or something like that.”
“This is your destiny.” Spock said, not needing to be prompted.
“Oh man!,” Mitchell said as he clapped his hands and laughed, “This is so cool.”
Kirk looked at his excited friend and shook his head. “Some people are amused so easily.” Kirk said to Mitchell.
“Damn right.” Mitchell replied with a smile.
As Gary conversed with Spock, Daystrom walked with Kirk around the perimeter of the bridge.
Daystrom looked to Kirk. “You don’t seem as impressed as your friend.” Daystrom said.
Kirk shook his head. “Oh, I am impressed Dr. Daystrom, I really am,” Kirk said. “But I have read about your M-class computer project. If I am correct, you hope to replace starship captains, someday, with computers, on the premise that they will make better commanders than humans.”
“Oh, they will,” Daystrom said. “A computer can make all the same decisions that a human can, and without the politics or social fabrics that come with humanity.”
“I don’t know,” Kirk said with a warm smile, “We haven’t even begun to explore the solar system, really, in terms of manned space travel, and you already want to take the thrill of going to Mars, or Jupiter, or where ever else, away from the human adventure. Maybe, years down the line, I could see a move to unmanned exploration, but not now.”
Daystrom smiled back at Kirk. “Captain Kirk, when man goes into space, just as you are about to, he will bring his undeniable problems with him. It is in the human gene, and can not be denied. We haven’t really changed in the last fifty-thousand years, and I fear we will bring the problems of our society into space with us, and eventually war will come to space as well.”
“Then why are you part of the mission?” Kirk asked. “If you truly believe what you do, then why contribute to a future you do not want to live in?”
“To be honest, Kirk, I am doing this for my own vanity. I have, perhaps, the greatest mind ever to spring the womb of a woman. It would be a travesty not to allow someone as worthy as myself to not be part of this great step in man’s evolution.”
Kirk did not like the man’s lack of humility. In fact, he had a God complex that made the hair on the back of Kirk’s neck stand straight-up.
--
As the command crew continued with their tour, another shuttle docked with the Enterprise. On board the shuttle were more crew members, including one very interesting civilian worker. Her name was Guinan.
Guinan was charged with running 10-forward. It was a recreation area that included a bar, which served non-alcoholic beverages as well as limited, and regulated, alcoholic beverages. Studies on Earth proved that social networks, between humans in peek years of performance, would be required for space travel. Years upon years of data proved that lack of interaction between humans, casual and sexual, led to higher incidents of human error. And the use of regulated alcohol drinks had been proven to be very successful in that it opened up both parties to conversation aspects that otherwise might not be bridged.
Guinan, an African-American female at the age of 31, held a Ph.d in Sociology, and more importantly, she also owned a bar in Chicago, where she spent most of her time observing humanity, in all of its forms; the good , the bad, and the ugly.
--continued…
Phase- ONE
Voyage To Mars
#8
The command crew of the Enterprise was into their second hour aboard their new Starship, in essence, their new home for the foreseeable future. Most of them had, at one point in their United Space Agency careers, trained on one of two full sized mock-ups. One Mock-up, designated the USS BOTANY BAY, was kept in a giant hanger-bay in Hobart Australia. But due to wear and tear, that mock-up had been sold to a museum. (And unknown to the United Space Agency, the museum was owned and operated by John Gill, who saw a better future for the Botany Bay).
The other mock-up was housed in a large building in the desert of California. As good as the mock-ups were for training, they couldn’t match the raw feeling, and power, of the USS ENTERPRISE.
The crew was being given a tour by the proud engineers, mainly Scottish and Russian, who had built the ship, including Montgomery Scott’s uncle, Ronald Scott. He was a portly round man full of vigor, and obvious pride of what they had built.
As the rest of the crew went on with the tour, James Kirk noticed an African-American, in his late fifties or early sixties, working at one of the computer stations on the circular bridge where the crew would be spending most of their working time. Kirk, with Gary Mitchell by his side, slowly made his way over to the man.
“What’s wrong?” Gary Mitchell asked Kirk. “Don’t you recognize him?” Mitchell asked. “That’s Richard Daystrom. This guy has been designing computer networks, and complex duo-tronic systems, for decades. Most, if not all of the computer hardware and software on this ship came from what his mind came up with. He's a billionare I might add.”
“What is that box he is talking with?” Kirk asked.
Mitchell looked closer. Daystrom was indeed talking to a strange, black and silver box that was sitting atop one the panels.
Mitchell shook his head. “I don’t know,” Mitchell said, “Maybe it’s a voice activated toaster.”
Mitchell looked back at the two men as they drew closer to him. He had a very elegant, but distant, look to his face.
“This is hardly a toaster,” the man said. He stood up and offered his hand to Kirk. “My name is Dr. Richard Daystom, and this,” Daystrom said, as he motioned to the box, “is S.P.O.C.K.”
Kirk and Mitchell both looked at the strange computer that did indeed resemble one of those out-dated toaster ovens.
“Spock?” Daystrom said, “Say hello to your new friend; James T Kirk.”
“Good afternoon, Captain James Tiberius Kirk.” The box replied. The voice was coming from the science station’s sound system.
Gary Mitchell snapped his finger. “Wait a second,” Mitchell said excitedly, “Isn’t that the voice of Darth Vader?”
Daystrom nodded his head, “It is indeed.” Daystrom replied. “I was very fond of his voice as a child, so I synthesized his voice, and when it came time to select a voice for Spock, I chose James Earl Jone’s voice.”
“Oh, this is totally cool,” Mitchell said with a broad smile. “I gotta tell my brother about this. You know Bobby,” Mitchell said to Kirk, “He’ll go nuts knowing that you’ll be interacting with Darth Vader on this mission.”
“You do mean Spock,” Kirk said to Mitchell, “I will be interacting with Spock.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Mitchell said. “Get it to say this is your destiny; or something like that.”
“This is your destiny.” Spock said, not needing to be prompted.
“Oh man!,” Mitchell said as he clapped his hands and laughed, “This is so cool.”
Kirk looked at his excited friend and shook his head. “Some people are amused so easily.” Kirk said to Mitchell.
“Damn right.” Mitchell replied with a smile.
As Gary conversed with Spock, Daystrom walked with Kirk around the perimeter of the bridge.
Daystrom looked to Kirk. “You don’t seem as impressed as your friend.” Daystrom said.
Kirk shook his head. “Oh, I am impressed Dr. Daystrom, I really am,” Kirk said. “But I have read about your M-class computer project. If I am correct, you hope to replace starship captains, someday, with computers, on the premise that they will make better commanders than humans.”
“Oh, they will,” Daystrom said. “A computer can make all the same decisions that a human can, and without the politics or social fabrics that come with humanity.”
“I don’t know,” Kirk said with a warm smile, “We haven’t even begun to explore the solar system, really, in terms of manned space travel, and you already want to take the thrill of going to Mars, or Jupiter, or where ever else, away from the human adventure. Maybe, years down the line, I could see a move to unmanned exploration, but not now.”
Daystrom smiled back at Kirk. “Captain Kirk, when man goes into space, just as you are about to, he will bring his undeniable problems with him. It is in the human gene, and can not be denied. We haven’t really changed in the last fifty-thousand years, and I fear we will bring the problems of our society into space with us, and eventually war will come to space as well.”
“Then why are you part of the mission?” Kirk asked. “If you truly believe what you do, then why contribute to a future you do not want to live in?”
“To be honest, Kirk, I am doing this for my own vanity. I have, perhaps, the greatest mind ever to spring the womb of a woman. It would be a travesty not to allow someone as worthy as myself to not be part of this great step in man’s evolution.”
Kirk did not like the man’s lack of humility. In fact, he had a God complex that made the hair on the back of Kirk’s neck stand straight-up.
--
As the command crew continued with their tour, another shuttle docked with the Enterprise. On board the shuttle were more crew members, including one very interesting civilian worker. Her name was Guinan.
Guinan was charged with running 10-forward. It was a recreation area that included a bar, which served non-alcoholic beverages as well as limited, and regulated, alcoholic beverages. Studies on Earth proved that social networks, between humans in peek years of performance, would be required for space travel. Years upon years of data proved that lack of interaction between humans, casual and sexual, led to higher incidents of human error. And the use of regulated alcohol drinks had been proven to be very successful in that it opened up both parties to conversation aspects that otherwise might not be bridged.
Guinan, an African-American female at the age of 31, held a Ph.d in Sociology, and more importantly, she also owned a bar in Chicago, where she spent most of her time observing humanity, in all of its forms; the good , the bad, and the ugly.
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Pariah
Star Trek; phase-ONE
Voyage to Mars
#09
Christina Pike, daughter of Colonel Christopher Pike, entered the United Space Agency Building. It was a large complex that was located on an artificially created island off the coast of Daytona Beech, Florida. Normally she would be going there to sneak off with James Kirk for an ‘afternoon delight,” skyrockets in flight and all, but, on this day, she was going there to save James Kirk’s career. At least, that was her intention.
She entered the highly-secured building and showed her special pass to the security guards. They knew her from all her visits, but mainly knew her for her very ‘sexy’ wardrobe. Apparently her father, Christopher Pike, had no idea how his youthful daughter, who had just turned twenty, could turn heads the way she did. And it was doubly clear she knew that the security men would ogle her as she came into the building. She would often look back, and would catch them staring at her firm backside, and would throw them a seductive wink.
She stepped into the elevator. There were no other people in the elevator as the door finally closed, and the elevator car began its ascension up the shaft. As it did, she flashed back over the events earlier in the day, when reality paid her a visit.
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BEGIN FLASHBACK
While shopping at a crowded local clothing boutique, she was approached by two men who said it was urgent that she met with them. Ever curious, she joined them at a local coffee house. Both men were obviously working for someone else, she surmised, because they wore common clothes and were common looking. They escorted her to a private booth where someone else was already waiting.
She sat down at the booth and was greeted by a man who was very handsome, and dressed very nice, very exquisitely to be more exact, and had a nice warm smile. He reached out his hand, as did she, and then kissed her just above her soft knuckles.
“Hello my dear, my name is Garak.” he said to her, “Plain and simple, Tom Garak. I think you and I are going to have a most wonderful working relationship today.”
She liked the man. He carried himself with a very aristocratic flare.
“How can I help you, mister Garak?” Tina asked.
“Actually, my darling,” Garak said as he slid a fork of pasta into his mouth, “you will be helping me.” He thin sipped from a glass of wine. He motioned towards the menu on the table. “Please, order what ever you wish, lunch is on me,” he said with his warm smile.
“I’m doing the South-eastern diet right now,” Tina responded, “and I’ve already had my carbs and protein for the day.”
Garak nodded. “Very good,” he said to her, “You are quite stunning my dear and it would be foolish to let that slight figure of yours to go to waste.”
She smiled, “Why thank you,” she said with her own genuine smile as the waiter left her a glass of water with a lemon slice on top of the ice. “Now, do I know you?”
Garak shook his head, “Oh, I rather doubt that, love. But don’t let that concern you. I have a feeling that you and I will become quite close friends today.”
Tina seemed confused, but it didn’t rattle her. “What is it that we will be doing together?” she asked Garak.
He dabbed his mouth with a napkin that he kept below the table, and then put the napkin back on down. “I want you to look at some pictures I have,” he told her as he reached over to the seat next to him, and then held an envelope. He reached in and took out five glossy pictures. He looked at them for a moment, and the photos to her.
They were pictures of a very erotic nature. They were pictures of her, and James T Kirk, having sex inside of the bathroom stall. The pictures were very detailed, and very raunchy. She remembered the day quite well. Suddenly it got a little chilly in the coffee house.
“Those,” Garak said, “are obviously pictures of you and James Kirk, the super-star astronaut, hero to all boys and girls, having sex in a common bathroom stall. Seeing these photos all over Entertainment Tonight would not be good for ‘Captain America’ and his career, and would also make your father quite angry I dare say.” His warm smile now seemed sinister.
“You can’t do that to James,” Tina pleaded, “It would destroy him!”
“Well, my dear Christina,” Garak said with mock concern, “I want only to help you two out of this situation. In fact,” he lied, “I’m just trying to make this whole ordeal go away.”
She dabbed at her eyes, which had tears coming from them, with a table napkin. “What can we do?” She asked.
“Well,” Garak said, “What I need for you to do is to go to your father’s office and make me a copy of these two files, (he handed her a piece of paper with writing on it) which should be located on his work computer. Don’t worry, they are not that important, quite mundane actually. Once you do this, I think I can give these files to the man who hired me, and if they are to his liking, I will give you the photos and you can simply destroy them.”
She dried her tears and nodded in agreement.
“Okay,” Tina told Garak, “I can do this.” She told him with resolve in her voice.
And with that said, Tina headed off to do what she had been instructed to do.
END FLASH BACK
Tina stepped out of the elevator which had, at last, reached the floor her father’s office was on. Her father, if he was on his daily schedule, would be at lunch. She would be able to enter his office and get the two files, and then she would be able to save Jim’s career. Her father’s secretary, and older woman named Stella, let Tina pass. She entered her father’s office and found it, thankfully, empty.
--
Garak sat in the coffee house, and waited for Tina to return. As he read the morning paper, he was joined by another man.
“What is her progress?” John Gill asked.
“She’s at her father’s office now,” Garak said as he read the sport’s section. Then he looked over to Gill. “By the way,” Garak said, “I have no intention of disappearing off the face of the Earth as others have while your employee.”
Gill smiled, “Why mister Garak,” Gill said, “that isn’t a nice thing to say to a friend.”
Garak was not smiling. “We are not friends, Mr. Gill, and I would suggest that you remember that.”
John Gill nodded his head in acknowledgment, and then ordered some coffee for himself.
--continued
Voyage to Mars
#09
Christina Pike, daughter of Colonel Christopher Pike, entered the United Space Agency Building. It was a large complex that was located on an artificially created island off the coast of Daytona Beech, Florida. Normally she would be going there to sneak off with James Kirk for an ‘afternoon delight,” skyrockets in flight and all, but, on this day, she was going there to save James Kirk’s career. At least, that was her intention.
She entered the highly-secured building and showed her special pass to the security guards. They knew her from all her visits, but mainly knew her for her very ‘sexy’ wardrobe. Apparently her father, Christopher Pike, had no idea how his youthful daughter, who had just turned twenty, could turn heads the way she did. And it was doubly clear she knew that the security men would ogle her as she came into the building. She would often look back, and would catch them staring at her firm backside, and would throw them a seductive wink.
She stepped into the elevator. There were no other people in the elevator as the door finally closed, and the elevator car began its ascension up the shaft. As it did, she flashed back over the events earlier in the day, when reality paid her a visit.
--
BEGIN FLASHBACK
While shopping at a crowded local clothing boutique, she was approached by two men who said it was urgent that she met with them. Ever curious, she joined them at a local coffee house. Both men were obviously working for someone else, she surmised, because they wore common clothes and were common looking. They escorted her to a private booth where someone else was already waiting.
She sat down at the booth and was greeted by a man who was very handsome, and dressed very nice, very exquisitely to be more exact, and had a nice warm smile. He reached out his hand, as did she, and then kissed her just above her soft knuckles.
“Hello my dear, my name is Garak.” he said to her, “Plain and simple, Tom Garak. I think you and I are going to have a most wonderful working relationship today.”
She liked the man. He carried himself with a very aristocratic flare.
“How can I help you, mister Garak?” Tina asked.
“Actually, my darling,” Garak said as he slid a fork of pasta into his mouth, “you will be helping me.” He thin sipped from a glass of wine. He motioned towards the menu on the table. “Please, order what ever you wish, lunch is on me,” he said with his warm smile.
“I’m doing the South-eastern diet right now,” Tina responded, “and I’ve already had my carbs and protein for the day.”
Garak nodded. “Very good,” he said to her, “You are quite stunning my dear and it would be foolish to let that slight figure of yours to go to waste.”
She smiled, “Why thank you,” she said with her own genuine smile as the waiter left her a glass of water with a lemon slice on top of the ice. “Now, do I know you?”
Garak shook his head, “Oh, I rather doubt that, love. But don’t let that concern you. I have a feeling that you and I will become quite close friends today.”
Tina seemed confused, but it didn’t rattle her. “What is it that we will be doing together?” she asked Garak.
He dabbed his mouth with a napkin that he kept below the table, and then put the napkin back on down. “I want you to look at some pictures I have,” he told her as he reached over to the seat next to him, and then held an envelope. He reached in and took out five glossy pictures. He looked at them for a moment, and the photos to her.
They were pictures of a very erotic nature. They were pictures of her, and James T Kirk, having sex inside of the bathroom stall. The pictures were very detailed, and very raunchy. She remembered the day quite well. Suddenly it got a little chilly in the coffee house.
“Those,” Garak said, “are obviously pictures of you and James Kirk, the super-star astronaut, hero to all boys and girls, having sex in a common bathroom stall. Seeing these photos all over Entertainment Tonight would not be good for ‘Captain America’ and his career, and would also make your father quite angry I dare say.” His warm smile now seemed sinister.
“You can’t do that to James,” Tina pleaded, “It would destroy him!”
“Well, my dear Christina,” Garak said with mock concern, “I want only to help you two out of this situation. In fact,” he lied, “I’m just trying to make this whole ordeal go away.”
She dabbed at her eyes, which had tears coming from them, with a table napkin. “What can we do?” She asked.
“Well,” Garak said, “What I need for you to do is to go to your father’s office and make me a copy of these two files, (he handed her a piece of paper with writing on it) which should be located on his work computer. Don’t worry, they are not that important, quite mundane actually. Once you do this, I think I can give these files to the man who hired me, and if they are to his liking, I will give you the photos and you can simply destroy them.”
She dried her tears and nodded in agreement.
“Okay,” Tina told Garak, “I can do this.” She told him with resolve in her voice.
And with that said, Tina headed off to do what she had been instructed to do.
END FLASH BACK
Tina stepped out of the elevator which had, at last, reached the floor her father’s office was on. Her father, if he was on his daily schedule, would be at lunch. She would be able to enter his office and get the two files, and then she would be able to save Jim’s career. Her father’s secretary, and older woman named Stella, let Tina pass. She entered her father’s office and found it, thankfully, empty.
--
Garak sat in the coffee house, and waited for Tina to return. As he read the morning paper, he was joined by another man.
“What is her progress?” John Gill asked.
“She’s at her father’s office now,” Garak said as he read the sport’s section. Then he looked over to Gill. “By the way,” Garak said, “I have no intention of disappearing off the face of the Earth as others have while your employee.”
Gill smiled, “Why mister Garak,” Gill said, “that isn’t a nice thing to say to a friend.”
Garak was not smiling. “We are not friends, Mr. Gill, and I would suggest that you remember that.”
John Gill nodded his head in acknowledgment, and then ordered some coffee for himself.
--continued
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
I just had to get "garak" into this...will be interesting to see what Garak's angle is in on of this...sometimes he will seem to be good, sometimes he might seem to be bad...and we will never know which....
Plain and Simple Garak indeed..
Rob
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Star Trek
Phase-ONE
Voyage to Mars
#10
Khan Noonien Singh sat in his home, which was located in the southern part of Punjab India. It was the middle of the afternoon, and it was raining. The monsoon season had passed, but the humidity still remained, and with it, the rain as well. This would be his last night on Earth for quite some time. The Enterprise would be leaving for Mars in one week, but all essential personal were required to be aboard the ship in the next two days. So, he would spend this last day, at home, with his family.
Sonali, his wife, was at the local college, attending class. It was early in the afternoon and she would not be home until later in the evening. Their child, Harhjiwandha, or Harsh for as they called him for short, was at school as well. He was only nine years old, but he was already learning at an advanced level. Khan was proud of his son’s success.
As Khan sat in the chair, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, and he was silent. For all of his success, his life all seemed so hollow to him. For the past few days he had a detached sensation in his mind, and it seemed that everything around him was a dream. In fact, as he stared at his face in the mirror, sometimes he felt he was staring at a stranger.
What Khan didn’t know, nor could he, was that he was the product of illegal genetic engineering, and false memory enhancements. In fact, his name wasn’t even Khan, and the face he was staring at was someone else’s. His memories were those of another man, who was killed, so as to steal his memories and put them into Khan’s mind. The career he enjoyed as an engineering maintenance specialist aboard the new USS ENTERPRISE had been the dead man’s career. But none of this was known to Khan, because in his mind, he was that man; he was Khan.
Khan’s actual physical body was one of sixty persons that the world had thought were destroyed decades ago, when they were still embryos. They were actually kept alive by a man, John Gill, who hoped to use these enhanced beings to take over the world and to install a world government that he thought would be best for all. He would model the new government after the model of Hitler’s Germany.
When the United Space Agency announced plans to go to Mars, John Gill saw it as man’s first ability to leave Earth, and to establish his footprint into space. But what good would a new world order do on Earth unless the coming colonies on Mars were not part of it. To that end, Gill decided to use his race of enhanced humans, to infiltrate the mission so as to steer it into the direction he wanted. Khan was just one of seven enhanced beings who had infiltrated the Space Agency, and had been assigned to the first mission to colonize Mars. Each was given face grafts of real people, all of whom had been killed, and after their memories had been applied to their replacements.
John Gill would use what ever power was at his disposal to assure that his seven ‘children’ were part of the crew that would be left on Mars to build that world. Khan, with his unique abilities, would become one of the leaders, and the Space Agency would be forced to reward his contributions. And with his magnetic personality, Khan would, in a few years time, be in position to rule Mars, or so that is how John Gill had planned it.
But, on this day, Khan was sitting alone, staring at his image, and slowly losing his mind. He subconsciously had taken out a pair of sharp scissors from his wife’s sewing kit, and had carved a sliver of marble from the sink covering. There was an urge inside of him, and he didn’t understand it. But it was not normal.
Sometime later, it could have been hours, Khan couldn’t tell, he heard a voice calling for him. It was far in the distance, and as he stared at his face in the mirror, he felt his hand gripping the scissors even tighter. The voice belonged to Sonali, his wife. She must have come home from college.
Khan looked up at the clock on the wall of the room and saw that it was nearly 630pm. He had been staring at his face, and lost in his hazy thoughts, for nearly four hours. And now, all he wanted to do was to use the scissors. When she came into the room, Khan decided, he would stab her several dozen times, and kill her. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was as if he were becoming someone else, and that someone else wanted to kill. He stood up from the chair, and waited for her to come through the door; and then she would die in a pool of blood.
The door opened and then his son, Harsh, ran through the door looking for his papa; Khan. Seeing his son jolted him from his trance and then his wife came into the room as well.
“What are you doing?” She asked pointed at the scissors.
He smiled at her, “Nothing important,” He lied. “I just wanted to cut the tags off of my backpacks before I leave tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “Are you crazy,” she told him as she took the scissors from his hand, “you are much too important to risk cutting your fingers. I shall cut them for you.”
Harsh ran over and hugged Khan at the waste.
“I will miss you papa,” Harsh said looking up at Khan.
“And I shall miss you my son. I shall bring you back something from Mars to make up for our being a part for so long.” Khan said as a smile.
Khan knelt down on his knees and hugged the little boy. The boy’s presence had saved Khan from becoming a cold blooded killer; for now. Had he known the boy wasn’t actually his, it was quite likely that both the mother and child would have been killed.
He was a walking time bomb. And as Khan watched his son run off for supper, Khan looked back into the mirror and saw the stranger again.
“Who am I?” Khan whispered to his reflection.
--
Continued
STAR TREK phase ONE-Voyage to Mars
Phase-ONE
Voyage to Mars
#10
Khan Noonien Singh sat in his home, which was located in the southern part of Punjab India. It was the middle of the afternoon, and it was raining. The monsoon season had passed, but the humidity still remained, and with it, the rain as well. This would be his last night on Earth for quite some time. The Enterprise would be leaving for Mars in one week, but all essential personal were required to be aboard the ship in the next two days. So, he would spend this last day, at home, with his family.
Sonali, his wife, was at the local college, attending class. It was early in the afternoon and she would not be home until later in the evening. Their child, Harhjiwandha, or Harsh for as they called him for short, was at school as well. He was only nine years old, but he was already learning at an advanced level. Khan was proud of his son’s success.
As Khan sat in the chair, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, and he was silent. For all of his success, his life all seemed so hollow to him. For the past few days he had a detached sensation in his mind, and it seemed that everything around him was a dream. In fact, as he stared at his face in the mirror, sometimes he felt he was staring at a stranger.
What Khan didn’t know, nor could he, was that he was the product of illegal genetic engineering, and false memory enhancements. In fact, his name wasn’t even Khan, and the face he was staring at was someone else’s. His memories were those of another man, who was killed, so as to steal his memories and put them into Khan’s mind. The career he enjoyed as an engineering maintenance specialist aboard the new USS ENTERPRISE had been the dead man’s career. But none of this was known to Khan, because in his mind, he was that man; he was Khan.
Khan’s actual physical body was one of sixty persons that the world had thought were destroyed decades ago, when they were still embryos. They were actually kept alive by a man, John Gill, who hoped to use these enhanced beings to take over the world and to install a world government that he thought would be best for all. He would model the new government after the model of Hitler’s Germany.
When the United Space Agency announced plans to go to Mars, John Gill saw it as man’s first ability to leave Earth, and to establish his footprint into space. But what good would a new world order do on Earth unless the coming colonies on Mars were not part of it. To that end, Gill decided to use his race of enhanced humans, to infiltrate the mission so as to steer it into the direction he wanted. Khan was just one of seven enhanced beings who had infiltrated the Space Agency, and had been assigned to the first mission to colonize Mars. Each was given face grafts of real people, all of whom had been killed, and after their memories had been applied to their replacements.
John Gill would use what ever power was at his disposal to assure that his seven ‘children’ were part of the crew that would be left on Mars to build that world. Khan, with his unique abilities, would become one of the leaders, and the Space Agency would be forced to reward his contributions. And with his magnetic personality, Khan would, in a few years time, be in position to rule Mars, or so that is how John Gill had planned it.
But, on this day, Khan was sitting alone, staring at his image, and slowly losing his mind. He subconsciously had taken out a pair of sharp scissors from his wife’s sewing kit, and had carved a sliver of marble from the sink covering. There was an urge inside of him, and he didn’t understand it. But it was not normal.
Sometime later, it could have been hours, Khan couldn’t tell, he heard a voice calling for him. It was far in the distance, and as he stared at his face in the mirror, he felt his hand gripping the scissors even tighter. The voice belonged to Sonali, his wife. She must have come home from college.
Khan looked up at the clock on the wall of the room and saw that it was nearly 630pm. He had been staring at his face, and lost in his hazy thoughts, for nearly four hours. And now, all he wanted to do was to use the scissors. When she came into the room, Khan decided, he would stab her several dozen times, and kill her. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was as if he were becoming someone else, and that someone else wanted to kill. He stood up from the chair, and waited for her to come through the door; and then she would die in a pool of blood.
The door opened and then his son, Harsh, ran through the door looking for his papa; Khan. Seeing his son jolted him from his trance and then his wife came into the room as well.
“What are you doing?” She asked pointed at the scissors.
He smiled at her, “Nothing important,” He lied. “I just wanted to cut the tags off of my backpacks before I leave tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “Are you crazy,” she told him as she took the scissors from his hand, “you are much too important to risk cutting your fingers. I shall cut them for you.”
Harsh ran over and hugged Khan at the waste.
“I will miss you papa,” Harsh said looking up at Khan.
“And I shall miss you my son. I shall bring you back something from Mars to make up for our being a part for so long.” Khan said as a smile.
Khan knelt down on his knees and hugged the little boy. The boy’s presence had saved Khan from becoming a cold blooded killer; for now. Had he known the boy wasn’t actually his, it was quite likely that both the mother and child would have been killed.
He was a walking time bomb. And as Khan watched his son run off for supper, Khan looked back into the mirror and saw the stranger again.
“Who am I?” Khan whispered to his reflection.
--
Continued
STAR TREK phase ONE-Voyage to Mars
RobertScorpio
Pariah
#11
October 31, 2050, would be the day that future calendars would hopefully mark as the day the first manned mission to Mars was successfully sent underway. There had been three delays, but after three weeks of them, the go command was given and the Enterprise prepared to move out of the large dock that had been its home during construction for nearly seven years.
As billions of people watched on their TVs, and computers, and Ipods, and all other forms of media, they could see one of the dockworkers, clad in a space suit, waving at the large ship as it gracefully slid out of dock, and into the vastness of space, with Earth in background. It was a rare occasion when the people of Earth had something they could all cheer for, but on occasion it did happen. But no other event in the history of the world, even when peace finally came to the Middle East, had caused as much harmony as this, the first mission to Mars. The people of Earth also knew the urgency of the mission, to destroy the comet that was heading toward Earth. Though no one knew for sure if the Enterprise would be successful, all could feel the hope that was generated by the fearless crew, and the charming, but magnetic captain; James Tiberius Kirk.
Captain James T Kirk and his command Bridge crew were all at their posts. Kirk sat in a special command chair that was positioned in the center of the bridge, on a lower level from the rest of the bridge. The bridge itself was a circular shaped operations center. Kirk, sitting in the middle, in a pivot chair, would primarily be facing the large view screen, which displayed live camera feeds, as well as data streams. Attached to the left arm of Kirk’s chair was the special interface to the S.P.O.C.K. The Spock was the Captain’s special device that allowed him to converse with the A.I. aspect of the Enterprise that kept all systems running smoothly. Up to this point, Kirk found no reason to talk to the Spock at all. Though, with Daystrom onboard, though not on the bridge at this moment, Kirk was confident that Daystrom would assure that Kirk used the Spock.
Just forward of Kirk, on the same lower level, and closer to the main screen, were the Helm station, manned by Lt. Sulu, and the Navigator’s post, which was next to Sulu, to Kirk’s right. Navigation was manned by Lt. Nadya Chekov. Until the planned upgrades were made, the weapons systems were integrated with Chekov’s post as well. At first it had been thought that Helm would have the collateral duty of weapons, but it was passed over to Navigation upon further review.
Along the outside of the lower ring, along the upper level, were the supporting stations which were manned by various crew members. Lt. Commander Nyota Uhura manned the communications post, which were situated on the upper ring of the bridge and aft from Kirk’s command chair. Her computer panels, and controls, extended to her left and merged with Gary Mitchell and his station. Commander Mitchell’s primary duty was ops, and over seeing all other duties of the command crew. Which meant, at any moment, Commander Mitchell could take over, from his post, any of the other bridge stations. To Uhura’s right, and past the entrance to the bridge, was the satellite engineering post, which was, for launch purposes, manned by Lt. Commander Scott.
The Enterprise was over five hundred feet long. Its cylinder shaped hull contained seven decks, which included specialized sections through out. The crew of the vessel slept on the fourth deck, which was the most inner deck. It was constructed this way so that if the special hull, which lined the outside of the ship, were compromised by lethal space radiation, in all its forms, the crew could retreat to the fourth deck which had special lining built into the walls for such emergencies. There was also an auxiliary bridge on this level as well.
Doctor McCoy sat in the modern sickbay, which was located on deck three, and monitored the life signs of the bridge crew. In fact, all members of the crew were continually wired to the ship’s net via wireless devices. This allowed constant medical evaluation, which assured the most rapid response from McCoy and his ready to go med crews, if and when they were needed.
The Enterprise was also equipped with a very advanced elevator system called Turbolifts. They were magnetically driven travel pods which could hold up to five passengers, standing up, comfortably. The cars traveled silently at speeds up to two hundred miles per hour, and not only traveled vertically, but horizontally as well through an elaborate web of travel conduits.
As McCoy was watching the life-signs of the main crew, he was also finishing up on some administrative issues as well. He sat at his computer and closed out the personal file of one of the life-science departments crew members. The file belonged to Lt. Carol Marcos, who had to transfer back to shore duty due to her finding out that she was a month pregnant. McCoy frowned, he actually like the young woman’s work ethic. He hoped, someday, that she would find her way back to active space duty down the line.
Captain Kirk was very proud of his crew. They had handled the launch from space dock quite well. The next part of the mission would be the most risky part. The power to the experimental engines would be beamed to the Enterprise via two special satellites that would remain in orbit of Earth, but that would send two highly powered beams directed at the Enterprise. Two collection plates would transfer the energy from the beams to the Ionized Graviton Jeffries Chambers, which would then segment the energy to ships support systems, and more importantly, to the ships engines. Once the ship gained maximum speed, at nearly forty percent of light speed, which would take seven hours to accelerate to, the beams would be cut off from the satellites back at Earth, and the ship would continue on with it stored energy reserves. Once it neared Mars, a journey that would take nearly twenty-seven hours, two satellites in Mars orbit would repeat the process and beam two beams at the Enterprise, causing gradual slowdown. The braking systems would cut in, and the deceleration process would only take two hours.
The risks were simple, but the crew of the Enterprise knew that risk was part of their mission. If the lasers powering the ship were aimed wrong, just slightly, and the beams came into contact with the primary hull, the beams would slice through the ship, killing all aboard…
In coming episodes..
Kirk talks to S.P.O.C.K., and Richard Daystom doesn't like what they are talking about...
While on the way to Mars, the Enterprise picks up a signal...from space!
Gary Mitchell has a secret and he isn't telling anyone...he can read minds...
and....
The Enterprise arrives at Mars and discovers a mystery!!
STAR TREK
Phase One..Voyage to Mars
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