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EXODUS 8
STAR TREK
EXODUS 8
By Harsha Jadhav and Robert Scorpio
NEMRA IV
Mary Weer paced back and forth outside the children’s bedroom. She didn’t want to over worry, and thus make her youngest son Lawrence even scared for his fallen sister’s life that he already was. It had been three weeks since Ginny was stung by the insect. Her condition had not improved. Even the Klingon medical officer from the one of the orbiting Klingon vessels could not provide much help.
Even though the insects have been pests for years on Nemra IV this particular sting was far more poisonous. It was from one of the most rare, but deadly, varieties. And due to the Unstableness, Nemra IV was far from any real medical help. The planet’s main practitioner, a human of Japanese decent, opened the door and stepped out to update Mary on Ginny’s condition.
“How is she Doctor Nikashomoto?” Mary asked impatiently.
Nikashomoto was in his late sixties. He was well respected through-out the medical field. Mary had heard of him while she was Star Fleet nurse years ago.
“Your daughter is very ill I am afraid.” Nikashomoto said with a slight oriental accent as he looked at Mary. “I am afraid we are running out of options.”
Lawrence and Ramada hugged their mother.
”Is there anything we can do?” Ramada asked, knowing that her mother was to disturbed to follow up.
The doctor nodded. “I have sent a message to a nearby system where particular sea algae might help this situation. Naissance would be another option, but it is too far away and I know of no plant life there that would help in this matter.”
“Then,” young Lawrence asked, “she’s going to die?”
Lawrence was visibly upset. He ran away, and out the front door. He had blamed himself for not seeing the insect on his sister’s arm before she was stung.
Ramada held her Mom’s hand tighter. “Mom, she is strong.” Ramada said. “She’s like Mitch. They both have dad’s stubbornness. All Weers do.” Ramada said with a smile.
“I know child.” Mary said finally. “I just feel so helpless.” She added.
At that moment the sound of a ship could be heard landing out front.
“Maybe K’ot’Faq has returned with another Klingon doctor.” Ramada said with hope.
Suddenly Lawrence ran in, with a smile on his face as well. “It’s Uncle Mathew’s ship!” Lawrence said with touch of glee. “I can see Mitch in the cockpit with him too!”
At last hope had arrived. It had been over a year since they had seen either Jonathan, Mathew or Mitch. Mary and Ramada ran out the front door with Lawrence. The Tempest finally came to a rest. The landing bay opened and Mathew and Mitch exited the craft. Lawrence and Ramada ran over to Mitch and hugged him. Mathew walked over to Mary. She could read the look on Mathew’s face.
“Jonathan?” She asked quietly.
Mathew shook his head. “He’s dead Mary. I’m sorry. They’re all dead, mom, dad, and Jonathan.”
It was like a blow to her stomach. She stumbled but Mathew caught her and carried her back into the house. He set her down on the couch. Mathew stood up and could see that Ramada and Lawrence, who were still out side with Mitch, were crying as well. Mitch was telling the younger children just as the oldest should do in these matters. He looked around for Ginny but didn’t see his youngest niece. He kneeled down next to where Mary was on the couch.
“Where’s Ginny?” Mathew asked.
Mary told Mathew, through silent tears, about what had happened to Ginny.
Mathew Weer knew that Mary needed to be alone. He stood up and walked over to the doctor for more information.
“It is an honor to meet you Mr. Weer.” Nikashomoto said to Mathew first. “I am sorry it had to be under such circumstances.”
Mathew shook the man’s out reached hand. “What is her condition?”
The doctor looked worried. He told Mathew the entire situation, and then concluded, “If we do not find away to break the fever, she will be dead in two weeks, three the most.” Doctor Nikashomoto was not as blunt with Mary as he was with Mathew. “Our best hope is to receive a medical treatment I have ordered from a nearby by system. But to be honest,” the doctor shook his head, “I am not very hopeful it will work in this case. The medical scanners can not catalog an antidote.”
Mary had recovered enough and stood up from the couch and walked over to Mathew and Nikashomoto.
“You can’t let her die.” Mary pleaded with the doctor. “She is too young. It isn’t fare!”
Mary could also see the anger rising in Mathew’s eyes. Ginny and Mathew were a lot alike. Curious, but they both had serious character traits. Ginny would often imitate her uncle to the laughs of the family.
Mathew walked over to the window and looked out to see Mitch taking to both Lawrence and Ramada. The death of their father was a fresh wound now, but so was the near death condition of their sister. Finally Mathew turned around and walked over to Mary.
“Mary, let me take Ginny to a system deep into Romulan space. There is cousin race to the Romulans there that still practice medicine in the old ways.” Mathew said to Mary.
“What do you mean?” Mary asked.
Mathew looked to the doctor, then back to Mary. “Nothing against the doctor here, but these Romulans still practice medicine with ancient ways they have passed down through eons. They may seem primitive to us, but I have seen them do things that could only be described as miracles.”
“You don’t even believe in a God.” Mary said somberly.
“You’d be surprised at what I believe in Mary.” Mathew said. “Let me do this Mary. I promised Jonathan I would get you to a new life, and I intend to do just that.”
The worried mother considered Mathew’s words, but she declined. “No Mat, the doctor here is waiting for a remedy. It should be here with in a week or two.”
Mathew shook his head. “She may not have that kind of time.” Mathew insisted.
Mary shook her head again. “No Mat,” she said with a raised voice, “I am her mother and I will not let you take my daughter deep into enemy space for some outlandish belief that primitives can save her.”
Mathew would not give up. “Then you are condemning her to death!” Mat said with anger.
Mary slapped Mat across the face with full force. “Don’t you lecture me Mathew Weer. Where the hell have you been? We haven’t seen you in over a year and you come in here making demands? How dare you!”
Mathew was about to reply when he thought better of it. He walked back over to the window. She was right, he thought to him self. He had been gone for a long time. He looked back to Mary. “I won’t let her die, Mary.” Mathew finally said. “If that medicine isn’t here in two days I’m going to take her with me.” Mathew said, “and no one is going to stop me.”
Mathew stormed out the front door. Mary watched with fear. Mathew was not one to mince words, or speak with out meaning. But she was stubborn too. She would not let him take her daughter. Not if she could stop it.
CONTINUED SOON
STAR TREK
EXODUS 8
By Harsha Jadhav and Robert Scorpio
NEMRA IV
Mary Weer paced back and forth outside the children’s bedroom. She didn’t want to over worry, and thus make her youngest son Lawrence even scared for his fallen sister’s life that he already was. It had been three weeks since Ginny was stung by the insect. Her condition had not improved. Even the Klingon medical officer from the one of the orbiting Klingon vessels could not provide much help.
Even though the insects have been pests for years on Nemra IV this particular sting was far more poisonous. It was from one of the most rare, but deadly, varieties. And due to the Unstableness, Nemra IV was far from any real medical help. The planet’s main practitioner, a human of Japanese decent, opened the door and stepped out to update Mary on Ginny’s condition.
“How is she Doctor Nikashomoto?” Mary asked impatiently.
Nikashomoto was in his late sixties. He was well respected through-out the medical field. Mary had heard of him while she was Star Fleet nurse years ago.
“Your daughter is very ill I am afraid.” Nikashomoto said with a slight oriental accent as he looked at Mary. “I am afraid we are running out of options.”
Lawrence and Ramada hugged their mother.
”Is there anything we can do?” Ramada asked, knowing that her mother was to disturbed to follow up.
The doctor nodded. “I have sent a message to a nearby system where particular sea algae might help this situation. Naissance would be another option, but it is too far away and I know of no plant life there that would help in this matter.”
“Then,” young Lawrence asked, “she’s going to die?”
Lawrence was visibly upset. He ran away, and out the front door. He had blamed himself for not seeing the insect on his sister’s arm before she was stung.
Ramada held her Mom’s hand tighter. “Mom, she is strong.” Ramada said. “She’s like Mitch. They both have dad’s stubbornness. All Weers do.” Ramada said with a smile.
“I know child.” Mary said finally. “I just feel so helpless.” She added.
At that moment the sound of a ship could be heard landing out front.
“Maybe K’ot’Faq has returned with another Klingon doctor.” Ramada said with hope.
Suddenly Lawrence ran in, with a smile on his face as well. “It’s Uncle Mathew’s ship!” Lawrence said with touch of glee. “I can see Mitch in the cockpit with him too!”
At last hope had arrived. It had been over a year since they had seen either Jonathan, Mathew or Mitch. Mary and Ramada ran out the front door with Lawrence. The Tempest finally came to a rest. The landing bay opened and Mathew and Mitch exited the craft. Lawrence and Ramada ran over to Mitch and hugged him. Mathew walked over to Mary. She could read the look on Mathew’s face.
“Jonathan?” She asked quietly.
Mathew shook his head. “He’s dead Mary. I’m sorry. They’re all dead, mom, dad, and Jonathan.”
It was like a blow to her stomach. She stumbled but Mathew caught her and carried her back into the house. He set her down on the couch. Mathew stood up and could see that Ramada and Lawrence, who were still out side with Mitch, were crying as well. Mitch was telling the younger children just as the oldest should do in these matters. He looked around for Ginny but didn’t see his youngest niece. He kneeled down next to where Mary was on the couch.
“Where’s Ginny?” Mathew asked.
Mary told Mathew, through silent tears, about what had happened to Ginny.
Mathew Weer knew that Mary needed to be alone. He stood up and walked over to the doctor for more information.
“It is an honor to meet you Mr. Weer.” Nikashomoto said to Mathew first. “I am sorry it had to be under such circumstances.”
Mathew shook the man’s out reached hand. “What is her condition?”
The doctor looked worried. He told Mathew the entire situation, and then concluded, “If we do not find away to break the fever, she will be dead in two weeks, three the most.” Doctor Nikashomoto was not as blunt with Mary as he was with Mathew. “Our best hope is to receive a medical treatment I have ordered from a nearby by system. But to be honest,” the doctor shook his head, “I am not very hopeful it will work in this case. The medical scanners can not catalog an antidote.”
Mary had recovered enough and stood up from the couch and walked over to Mathew and Nikashomoto.
“You can’t let her die.” Mary pleaded with the doctor. “She is too young. It isn’t fare!”
Mary could also see the anger rising in Mathew’s eyes. Ginny and Mathew were a lot alike. Curious, but they both had serious character traits. Ginny would often imitate her uncle to the laughs of the family.
Mathew walked over to the window and looked out to see Mitch taking to both Lawrence and Ramada. The death of their father was a fresh wound now, but so was the near death condition of their sister. Finally Mathew turned around and walked over to Mary.
“Mary, let me take Ginny to a system deep into Romulan space. There is cousin race to the Romulans there that still practice medicine in the old ways.” Mathew said to Mary.
“What do you mean?” Mary asked.
Mathew looked to the doctor, then back to Mary. “Nothing against the doctor here, but these Romulans still practice medicine with ancient ways they have passed down through eons. They may seem primitive to us, but I have seen them do things that could only be described as miracles.”
“You don’t even believe in a God.” Mary said somberly.
“You’d be surprised at what I believe in Mary.” Mathew said. “Let me do this Mary. I promised Jonathan I would get you to a new life, and I intend to do just that.”
The worried mother considered Mathew’s words, but she declined. “No Mat, the doctor here is waiting for a remedy. It should be here with in a week or two.”
Mathew shook his head. “She may not have that kind of time.” Mathew insisted.
Mary shook her head again. “No Mat,” she said with a raised voice, “I am her mother and I will not let you take my daughter deep into enemy space for some outlandish belief that primitives can save her.”
Mathew would not give up. “Then you are condemning her to death!” Mat said with anger.
Mary slapped Mat across the face with full force. “Don’t you lecture me Mathew Weer. Where the hell have you been? We haven’t seen you in over a year and you come in here making demands? How dare you!”
Mathew was about to reply when he thought better of it. He walked back over to the window. She was right, he thought to him self. He had been gone for a long time. He looked back to Mary. “I won’t let her die, Mary.” Mathew finally said. “If that medicine isn’t here in two days I’m going to take her with me.” Mathew said, “and no one is going to stop me.”
Mathew stormed out the front door. Mary watched with fear. Mathew was not one to mince words, or speak with out meaning. But she was stubborn too. She would not let him take her daughter. Not if she could stop it.
CONTINUED SOON
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: EXODUS 8
STAR TREK
EXODUS 9
by Harsha Jadhav and Robert Benson
Mathew Weer was prepared. He was prepared to do what had to be done, and wasn’t going to let anyone stop him. The rest of the family was sound asleep, so this would be the best time to act, he figured.
Without anyone noticing, he had stocked the Tempest with water and medical supplies, and food. He had set up one of the bedrooms with new blankets and he stored the medical supplies in a cupboard in the room.
Now, at the early hour of 2:15am, he was all set to go. Now all had to do was go into Ginny’s room and take her. He quietly opened her bedroom door and walked over to her bed. Mary was sound asleep on the couch on the other side of the room. Mathew kneeled down next to Ginny, who was awake. Her condition left her with a slight case of insomnia.
“Ginny,” Mat said with a whisper, “you know why I have to do this.” He told her.
The young girl nodded her head, to weak to reply with words.
“Your mother doesn’t want me to do this,” Mat said as he shifted his gaze toward where Mary slept, then he looked back to Ginny, “but I have to. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He said softly.
He stood up then reached down and took the frail girl into his arms. He walked out of the room and past Mitch who was sleeping on one of the living room area couches. He carried the girl out the front door and into the cool brisk night. Nemra IV had seven moons, three of which were in view, high above the sky. The night was quiet. He took her into his craft.
Mitch opened his eyes, having been awoken by stray sounds. He looked over to the couch where Uncle Mathew had been sleeping. Not seeing his uncle, Mitch jumped to his feet and headed straight for Ginny’s room. He burst in and saw that the bed was emptied. Mary awoke, after hearing the door bang up against the wall. She looked to the empty bed. Both Mitch and Mary knew what had happened, and at that moment the sound of a spacecraft’s engine could be heard powering up.
Mary and Mitch stormed out of their home, the Wanderer, to see Mathew doing last minute check-ups on the outside of the Tempest.
“Where is she!?” Mary demanded.
Mathew kept his back to them as he adjusted some panels on the craft.
Mitch stood behind Mathew. “Where is Ginny, Uncle Mathew?” Mitch demanded.
Mathew turned around to face them. “She’s coming with me boy.” Mat said forcibly.
The younger man shook his head. “No she isn’t. My mother told you no, Uncle Mat. Now you either hand her over to me, or..”
In a flash Mathew decked his younger nephew, knocking him out cold. Mary pulled out a phaser-rifle and aimed it at Mathew.
“Don’t do this Mat!” Mary cried.
Mathew looked over to the house. The ruckus had awakened Lawrence and Ramada as well. But he would not that deter him in any way.
“You’re going to have to shoot me Mary.” Mathew said.
He turned and walked toward the entrance of the Tempest.
“I’ll shoot you where you stand Mathew!” She yelled at his back.
Mathew stopped and turned around. “No you won’t. You know I’m right. Your little girl is going to die Mary, unless something else is done rather than waiting for a medicine to arrive that even the doctor is unsure of.”
He walked back over to Mary. “I have spent a life time exploring this galaxy, so trust me when I say this: I can save her. Give me that chance.”
Mary lowered the phaser-rifle. Mathew shifted his gaze over to Mitch who was coming around. The young man was rubbing his sore lower jaw.
“Did you really have to do that?” Mitch asked begrudgingly.
Mat chuckled and helped his nephew up. “Now listen,” Mat said to Mitch, “you help your mother keep things together.” He walked over to Mary and continued. “Pack up the ship and head to these coordinates.” He handed Mary a data-chip. “You’re still a good year, maybe a year and a half from the Omarion Nebula.”
“You’re taking us to The Omarion Nebula?” Mary asked. “Mat, that’s in the Gamma Quadrant.”
Mat nodded. “I know Mary, I know. But this peace treaty isn’t going to last I fear. And if war breaks out again, I don’t think the Klingons or the Romulans are going to stay out of it. It will throw this side of the galaxy into a terrible war. The Omarion Nebula will take us to the Embrathi sector”
“Will there be other humans there at least?” Mary asked.
“Yes, among others. Several colonies were established there nearly five years ago. Embrathi Prime is by far the most beautiful world I have ever been to. It has waterfalls that are nearly a hundred miles high. The forests are plentiful, the life is simple, but with some aspects of modern technology. But, more importantly, it is located in the territory of the New Dominion.”
Mitch didn’t like the sound of that at all. “The Dominion? Have you lost your mind?”
Mat smiled. “No, this is not the Dominion you have all read about in your history texts. The Founders are no longer imposing their will on the rest of the galaxy. They administer a collection of planets dedicated to the peaceful exploration of the galaxy.”
“Sounds like the Federation.” Mary said softly.
“If you mean the Federation that once stood for something, then yes, it is like that Federation.” Mathew replied. He took Mary by the shoulders. “I will try to meet back up with you before you enter the Bajoran Wormhole. If I can’t, just follow those coordinates.” Mat said.
The children group hugged their uncle one last time. As Mitch did, he was still rubbing his jaw. Mathew mocked a punch then let them all go. He entered the Tempest and in moments the ship took off and zipped into the night.
“Will Ginny be okay?” Lawrence asked as they watched the Tempest fade from view.
Mary smiled, she felt good about that possibility. “Yes, he will save her. Has that man ever been wrong?” She asked rhetorically.
Mary noticed that Ramada looked sad. “What is wrong darling?” Mary asked her oldest daughter.
“If we leave tomorrow, I’ll never see K’ot’FAQ again.” Ramada said sadly.
Mary laughed a little. “Oh child,” she told her, “never predict the path that love will take.”
As the family shared a laugh, and went back into make-shift home, they were unaware of the stranger who sat high upon a horse and looked at them from atop of a nearby hill. He too had watched as the Tempest faded from view. Once the ship was gone, the stranger reached into his pocket for a hand help prompt. Displayed on the screen was the picture of Mitch Weer. On the bottom of the screen was a listing which read ‘WANTED FOR DESERTION; DEAD OR ALIVE’
During the war, temporary laws, such as the penalty for desertion, were acted, but that had since been stricken from the records. Mitch had left his posting one full week before the final truce was signed by both warring parties. Sure, it was a matter of splitting hairs. But the man, Malcom Taub, was a hired to ‘split the hairs’ for a modest sum. He took a moment to record a message.
“I have found the target. He will be either be in custody, or dead, by this time tomorrow.” Malcom said.
He pressed the send message on the prompt. The message was instantly sent off to space, and to the person who had hired him; Admiral Peasely.
THE END
STAR TREK
EXODUS 9
by Harsha Jadhav and Robert Benson
Mathew Weer was prepared. He was prepared to do what had to be done, and wasn’t going to let anyone stop him. The rest of the family was sound asleep, so this would be the best time to act, he figured.
Without anyone noticing, he had stocked the Tempest with water and medical supplies, and food. He had set up one of the bedrooms with new blankets and he stored the medical supplies in a cupboard in the room.
Now, at the early hour of 2:15am, he was all set to go. Now all had to do was go into Ginny’s room and take her. He quietly opened her bedroom door and walked over to her bed. Mary was sound asleep on the couch on the other side of the room. Mathew kneeled down next to Ginny, who was awake. Her condition left her with a slight case of insomnia.
“Ginny,” Mat said with a whisper, “you know why I have to do this.” He told her.
The young girl nodded her head, to weak to reply with words.
“Your mother doesn’t want me to do this,” Mat said as he shifted his gaze toward where Mary slept, then he looked back to Ginny, “but I have to. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He said softly.
He stood up then reached down and took the frail girl into his arms. He walked out of the room and past Mitch who was sleeping on one of the living room area couches. He carried the girl out the front door and into the cool brisk night. Nemra IV had seven moons, three of which were in view, high above the sky. The night was quiet. He took her into his craft.
Mitch opened his eyes, having been awoken by stray sounds. He looked over to the couch where Uncle Mathew had been sleeping. Not seeing his uncle, Mitch jumped to his feet and headed straight for Ginny’s room. He burst in and saw that the bed was emptied. Mary awoke, after hearing the door bang up against the wall. She looked to the empty bed. Both Mitch and Mary knew what had happened, and at that moment the sound of a spacecraft’s engine could be heard powering up.
Mary and Mitch stormed out of their home, the Wanderer, to see Mathew doing last minute check-ups on the outside of the Tempest.
“Where is she!?” Mary demanded.
Mathew kept his back to them as he adjusted some panels on the craft.
Mitch stood behind Mathew. “Where is Ginny, Uncle Mathew?” Mitch demanded.
Mathew turned around to face them. “She’s coming with me boy.” Mat said forcibly.
The younger man shook his head. “No she isn’t. My mother told you no, Uncle Mat. Now you either hand her over to me, or..”
In a flash Mathew decked his younger nephew, knocking him out cold. Mary pulled out a phaser-rifle and aimed it at Mathew.
“Don’t do this Mat!” Mary cried.
Mathew looked over to the house. The ruckus had awakened Lawrence and Ramada as well. But he would not that deter him in any way.
“You’re going to have to shoot me Mary.” Mathew said.
He turned and walked toward the entrance of the Tempest.
“I’ll shoot you where you stand Mathew!” She yelled at his back.
Mathew stopped and turned around. “No you won’t. You know I’m right. Your little girl is going to die Mary, unless something else is done rather than waiting for a medicine to arrive that even the doctor is unsure of.”
He walked back over to Mary. “I have spent a life time exploring this galaxy, so trust me when I say this: I can save her. Give me that chance.”
Mary lowered the phaser-rifle. Mathew shifted his gaze over to Mitch who was coming around. The young man was rubbing his sore lower jaw.
“Did you really have to do that?” Mitch asked begrudgingly.
Mat chuckled and helped his nephew up. “Now listen,” Mat said to Mitch, “you help your mother keep things together.” He walked over to Mary and continued. “Pack up the ship and head to these coordinates.” He handed Mary a data-chip. “You’re still a good year, maybe a year and a half from the Omarion Nebula.”
“You’re taking us to The Omarion Nebula?” Mary asked. “Mat, that’s in the Gamma Quadrant.”
Mat nodded. “I know Mary, I know. But this peace treaty isn’t going to last I fear. And if war breaks out again, I don’t think the Klingons or the Romulans are going to stay out of it. It will throw this side of the galaxy into a terrible war. The Omarion Nebula will take us to the Embrathi sector”
“Will there be other humans there at least?” Mary asked.
“Yes, among others. Several colonies were established there nearly five years ago. Embrathi Prime is by far the most beautiful world I have ever been to. It has waterfalls that are nearly a hundred miles high. The forests are plentiful, the life is simple, but with some aspects of modern technology. But, more importantly, it is located in the territory of the New Dominion.”
Mitch didn’t like the sound of that at all. “The Dominion? Have you lost your mind?”
Mat smiled. “No, this is not the Dominion you have all read about in your history texts. The Founders are no longer imposing their will on the rest of the galaxy. They administer a collection of planets dedicated to the peaceful exploration of the galaxy.”
“Sounds like the Federation.” Mary said softly.
“If you mean the Federation that once stood for something, then yes, it is like that Federation.” Mathew replied. He took Mary by the shoulders. “I will try to meet back up with you before you enter the Bajoran Wormhole. If I can’t, just follow those coordinates.” Mat said.
The children group hugged their uncle one last time. As Mitch did, he was still rubbing his jaw. Mathew mocked a punch then let them all go. He entered the Tempest and in moments the ship took off and zipped into the night.
“Will Ginny be okay?” Lawrence asked as they watched the Tempest fade from view.
Mary smiled, she felt good about that possibility. “Yes, he will save her. Has that man ever been wrong?” She asked rhetorically.
Mary noticed that Ramada looked sad. “What is wrong darling?” Mary asked her oldest daughter.
“If we leave tomorrow, I’ll never see K’ot’FAQ again.” Ramada said sadly.
Mary laughed a little. “Oh child,” she told her, “never predict the path that love will take.”
As the family shared a laugh, and went back into make-shift home, they were unaware of the stranger who sat high upon a horse and looked at them from atop of a nearby hill. He too had watched as the Tempest faded from view. Once the ship was gone, the stranger reached into his pocket for a hand help prompt. Displayed on the screen was the picture of Mitch Weer. On the bottom of the screen was a listing which read ‘WANTED FOR DESERTION; DEAD OR ALIVE’
During the war, temporary laws, such as the penalty for desertion, were acted, but that had since been stricken from the records. Mitch had left his posting one full week before the final truce was signed by both warring parties. Sure, it was a matter of splitting hairs. But the man, Malcom Taub, was a hired to ‘split the hairs’ for a modest sum. He took a moment to record a message.
“I have found the target. He will be either be in custody, or dead, by this time tomorrow.” Malcom said.
He pressed the send message on the prompt. The message was instantly sent off to space, and to the person who had hired him; Admiral Peasely.
THE END
RobertScorpio
Pariah
EXODUS 10
STAR TREK
EXODUS 10
written by Jamie V and RobertScorpio
The Wanderer was all primed for departure. It took nearly two entire days, but the ship was reconfigured for space travel. All but one of the horses they had bought from a local rancher were donated to a local school. The last horse was kept as a gift to the neighbors.
The news of Jonathan's death held a somber grip on the family, as well as Ginny's worsening condition. They all prayed that Uncle Mathew could find help for her.
But as all families do, they came to terms with Jonathan's death. After memories that inspired tears, they also shared all the fun times they had with Jonathan. As Mary sat at the table and listened to each child talk about their dead father, she was proud of the strength each of them had shown. Jonathan was no doubt the strength of their family. But now, he was gone. Mary would have to shoulder the bulk of the burden. She was thankful that Mitch was back in the fold. The younger kids looked up to him as the man of the house. And Mitch, for his part, really seemed to have changed in the year since she had last seen him. Being in the military had affected him in some way. She had pressed him on what he had experienced, but it was clear he did not want to share those memories.
Mitch did tell his mom about the last conversation he had with Jonathan. And how he wanted the family to know how much he loved them all.
The hour was getting late, and soon they all turned in for bed. Mary was in her bed. Even when she believed Jonathan was alive, but was separated from him in the past year, she didn’t sleep on his side of the bed. And nor would she now. Unlike Mathew, she did believe in God. And she prayed for her stricken daughter. Mathew may have been more akin to the devil, but maybe with God on his side, he could indeed save Ginny. She closed her eyes and welcomed sleep.
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Morning came. It would be their last day on Nemra IV. Mary was up first, as usual. She was outside surveying the land around the Wanderer to make sure nothing was being left behind. That’s when he saw him. The stranger wore nice civilian clothing, and even wore one of those old style cowboy hats. It was black. She had seen ancient western movies long ago, and seemed to remember that the bad guys always wore black; her instincts were dead on.
Inside the Wanderer, Mitch was getting dressed as well. Lawrence was sitting on the couch playing with his Holopod. Ramada was no doubt still sleeping in, a universal trait that all girls her age shared.
There was a pot of coffee already prepared in the kitchen area. He poured himself a cup of the brew. He wondered where his mother was. Then he heard he looked out the window and saw his mother chatting with a man on a horse. He decided to go out and meet this kindly looking stranger.
Mitch came out of the Wanderer and joined the two. Mary spoke to Mitch.
“Mitch, this is Mr. Owen Lars.” Mary said with a smile. “He just settled on a plot of land a few miles away.”
Mitch looked up at the man in the saddle, reached up, and shook his hand. “It is nice to meet you Mr. Lars.” Mitch said.
Lars tapped the brim of his hat. “Your mother tells me that you’re all leaving today.”
Mitch nodded. “Yes, we’re heading for the Omarion Nebula.”
A whistle came from Lars. “That’s pretty far. Heck, it’s on the other side of the galaxy.”
Mary nodded in agreement. “Yes it is. We’re looking at another year and a half of space travel, easily.”
The horse Lars was on shifted on its legs. At that moment Ramada and Lawrence came outside and joined their mother and brother. Mary introduced them to Lars.
Lars greeted the younger kids, and then patted his horse, and then looked to Mitch. “Going to the Omarion Nebula has its advantages in times like these.”
Mitch nodded. “Yes, it does. My Uncle feels the peace treaty might not hold.”
Lars nodded in agreement. “Your uncle may be right. But while that is an incentive to head for a safer place to live, there is a more direct reason, for you, to want to go there as well.”
“What do you mean?” Mary asked.
At that moment Lars pulled out a hand phaser and aimed it at Mary. And while he held it at Mary, he spoke to Mitch.
“If you make one move, I will kill your mother. This phaser has only one setting, and trust me, if it fires, she will die right here before your eyes. ALL of your eyes.” He said coldly.
As he aimed phaser he slipped off the horse and stood before them all.
“What is the meaning of this?” Mary asked.
Lars did not break his stare from Mitch. “Your son is a defector Mary. Plus his inactions cost the life of a superior officer; Lt. Kenny.”
“What is he talking about?” Ramada pleaded as she held Lawrence's hand.
Mitch spoke. “Lt Kenny was my squad commander. He was in the process of raping a young girl. On top of that I had seen him kill many prisoners with out reason. He was a sick and twisted man. Uncle Mathew killed him in self defense.”
Lars took over. “That is according to you. A military trial will decided the matter. You also left your post before the war was officially over.”
Mitch was getting angry. “I was conscripted on Earth. The truce was announced and the law was unclear about being released from conscription when travel back to Earth was not reliable.”
“Again, that is your version.” Lars said. He reached into his pocket and threw a pair of handcuffs on the dirt by Mitch’s boots. “Yes, those are old fashioned, but they work. Please put them on.”
The other two kids were stone scared as Lars continued to aim the gun at their mother. Mitch reached down for the cuffs, and in a flash tried to rush the man. Lars thumped Mitch on the head with the butt of the phaser, and Lars kicked Mitch to the side. He then fired the phaser, striking Mary in the chest, instantly killing her.
The kids screamed and ran to their mother, as did Mitch. Mitch felt for his mom’s pulse. He glared up at Lars.
“She’s dead.” Mitch said in shock.
“Yes, I know.” Lars said with a grin. “And if you don’t want anyone else to die, please put the cuffs on.”
Mitch knew he had no choice. His mother, Mary, had just been killed before his eyes, and the safety of the others was at stake. He put the cuffs on and mounted the other horse as directed by Lars.
Ramada was still cradling her dead mom’s head. She looked up to Mitch. “What now?” She said in tears.
Mitch looked at Lawrence who was crying, his head buried in their dead mom’s stomach. Mitch looked back to Ramada. “Get a hold of Uncle Mathew.” Mitch looked over to Lars, “He’ll kill you mister, and he will kill your family. You have no idea how short a life you will live from this moment on.”
Lars laughed. “Your Uncle will be dead long before I am. Trust me.”
And with that, Lars led Mitch away. Mitch looked back as long as he could at the terrible situation he was leaving Ramada and Lawrence in. The seemed to be no hope.
THE CIVIL WAR WAS OVER FOR NOW. BUT THE WEER FAMILY IS IN SHAMBLES. DEATH HAS VISITED THE FAMILY AGAIN. WILL THEY FIND THEIR WAY BACK TOGETHER? WHAT FUTURE AWAITS MITCH? CAN RAMADA FIND THE STRENGTH TO BE THE GROWN UP SISTER THAT LAWRENCE WILL NEED? WILL MATHEW BE ABLE TO SAVE YOUNG GINNY FROM CERTAIN DEATH, AND RETURN TO HELP THE DIRE SITUTATIONS THAT FACE THE FAMILY.
OR..IS THIS THE END? LIFE DOESN'T ALWAYS HAVE A HAPPY ENDING. WHAT DO YOU THINK? SHOULD WE CONTINUE TO FOLLOW THE EVENTS OF THE WEER FAMILY
STAR TREK
EXODUS 10
written by Jamie V and RobertScorpio
The Wanderer was all primed for departure. It took nearly two entire days, but the ship was reconfigured for space travel. All but one of the horses they had bought from a local rancher were donated to a local school. The last horse was kept as a gift to the neighbors.
The news of Jonathan's death held a somber grip on the family, as well as Ginny's worsening condition. They all prayed that Uncle Mathew could find help for her.
But as all families do, they came to terms with Jonathan's death. After memories that inspired tears, they also shared all the fun times they had with Jonathan. As Mary sat at the table and listened to each child talk about their dead father, she was proud of the strength each of them had shown. Jonathan was no doubt the strength of their family. But now, he was gone. Mary would have to shoulder the bulk of the burden. She was thankful that Mitch was back in the fold. The younger kids looked up to him as the man of the house. And Mitch, for his part, really seemed to have changed in the year since she had last seen him. Being in the military had affected him in some way. She had pressed him on what he had experienced, but it was clear he did not want to share those memories.
Mitch did tell his mom about the last conversation he had with Jonathan. And how he wanted the family to know how much he loved them all.
The hour was getting late, and soon they all turned in for bed. Mary was in her bed. Even when she believed Jonathan was alive, but was separated from him in the past year, she didn’t sleep on his side of the bed. And nor would she now. Unlike Mathew, she did believe in God. And she prayed for her stricken daughter. Mathew may have been more akin to the devil, but maybe with God on his side, he could indeed save Ginny. She closed her eyes and welcomed sleep.
--
Morning came. It would be their last day on Nemra IV. Mary was up first, as usual. She was outside surveying the land around the Wanderer to make sure nothing was being left behind. That’s when he saw him. The stranger wore nice civilian clothing, and even wore one of those old style cowboy hats. It was black. She had seen ancient western movies long ago, and seemed to remember that the bad guys always wore black; her instincts were dead on.
Inside the Wanderer, Mitch was getting dressed as well. Lawrence was sitting on the couch playing with his Holopod. Ramada was no doubt still sleeping in, a universal trait that all girls her age shared.
There was a pot of coffee already prepared in the kitchen area. He poured himself a cup of the brew. He wondered where his mother was. Then he heard he looked out the window and saw his mother chatting with a man on a horse. He decided to go out and meet this kindly looking stranger.
Mitch came out of the Wanderer and joined the two. Mary spoke to Mitch.
“Mitch, this is Mr. Owen Lars.” Mary said with a smile. “He just settled on a plot of land a few miles away.”
Mitch looked up at the man in the saddle, reached up, and shook his hand. “It is nice to meet you Mr. Lars.” Mitch said.
Lars tapped the brim of his hat. “Your mother tells me that you’re all leaving today.”
Mitch nodded. “Yes, we’re heading for the Omarion Nebula.”
A whistle came from Lars. “That’s pretty far. Heck, it’s on the other side of the galaxy.”
Mary nodded in agreement. “Yes it is. We’re looking at another year and a half of space travel, easily.”
The horse Lars was on shifted on its legs. At that moment Ramada and Lawrence came outside and joined their mother and brother. Mary introduced them to Lars.
Lars greeted the younger kids, and then patted his horse, and then looked to Mitch. “Going to the Omarion Nebula has its advantages in times like these.”
Mitch nodded. “Yes, it does. My Uncle feels the peace treaty might not hold.”
Lars nodded in agreement. “Your uncle may be right. But while that is an incentive to head for a safer place to live, there is a more direct reason, for you, to want to go there as well.”
“What do you mean?” Mary asked.
At that moment Lars pulled out a hand phaser and aimed it at Mary. And while he held it at Mary, he spoke to Mitch.
“If you make one move, I will kill your mother. This phaser has only one setting, and trust me, if it fires, she will die right here before your eyes. ALL of your eyes.” He said coldly.
As he aimed phaser he slipped off the horse and stood before them all.
“What is the meaning of this?” Mary asked.
Lars did not break his stare from Mitch. “Your son is a defector Mary. Plus his inactions cost the life of a superior officer; Lt. Kenny.”
“What is he talking about?” Ramada pleaded as she held Lawrence's hand.
Mitch spoke. “Lt Kenny was my squad commander. He was in the process of raping a young girl. On top of that I had seen him kill many prisoners with out reason. He was a sick and twisted man. Uncle Mathew killed him in self defense.”
Lars took over. “That is according to you. A military trial will decided the matter. You also left your post before the war was officially over.”
Mitch was getting angry. “I was conscripted on Earth. The truce was announced and the law was unclear about being released from conscription when travel back to Earth was not reliable.”
“Again, that is your version.” Lars said. He reached into his pocket and threw a pair of handcuffs on the dirt by Mitch’s boots. “Yes, those are old fashioned, but they work. Please put them on.”
The other two kids were stone scared as Lars continued to aim the gun at their mother. Mitch reached down for the cuffs, and in a flash tried to rush the man. Lars thumped Mitch on the head with the butt of the phaser, and Lars kicked Mitch to the side. He then fired the phaser, striking Mary in the chest, instantly killing her.
The kids screamed and ran to their mother, as did Mitch. Mitch felt for his mom’s pulse. He glared up at Lars.
“She’s dead.” Mitch said in shock.
“Yes, I know.” Lars said with a grin. “And if you don’t want anyone else to die, please put the cuffs on.”
Mitch knew he had no choice. His mother, Mary, had just been killed before his eyes, and the safety of the others was at stake. He put the cuffs on and mounted the other horse as directed by Lars.
Ramada was still cradling her dead mom’s head. She looked up to Mitch. “What now?” She said in tears.
Mitch looked at Lawrence who was crying, his head buried in their dead mom’s stomach. Mitch looked back to Ramada. “Get a hold of Uncle Mathew.” Mitch looked over to Lars, “He’ll kill you mister, and he will kill your family. You have no idea how short a life you will live from this moment on.”
Lars laughed. “Your Uncle will be dead long before I am. Trust me.”
And with that, Lars led Mitch away. Mitch looked back as long as he could at the terrible situation he was leaving Ramada and Lawrence in. The seemed to be no hope.
THE CIVIL WAR WAS OVER FOR NOW. BUT THE WEER FAMILY IS IN SHAMBLES. DEATH HAS VISITED THE FAMILY AGAIN. WILL THEY FIND THEIR WAY BACK TOGETHER? WHAT FUTURE AWAITS MITCH? CAN RAMADA FIND THE STRENGTH TO BE THE GROWN UP SISTER THAT LAWRENCE WILL NEED? WILL MATHEW BE ABLE TO SAVE YOUNG GINNY FROM CERTAIN DEATH, AND RETURN TO HELP THE DIRE SITUTATIONS THAT FACE THE FAMILY.
OR..IS THIS THE END? LIFE DOESN'T ALWAYS HAVE A HAPPY ENDING. WHAT DO YOU THINK? SHOULD WE CONTINUE TO FOLLOW THE EVENTS OF THE WEER FAMILY
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Pariah
EXODUS CASTING
If Exodus was a series, here is who I would cast in the big roles.
STAR TREK EXODUS
starring
Russel Crowe
as
Mathew Weer
Julia Robers
as
Mary Weer
Orlando Bloom
as
Mitch Weer
also starring
Tom Berringer
as
Jonathan Weer
Emma Roberts
as
Ramada Weer
David Wilson
as
Lawrence Weer
and
Katie Anderson
as
Ginny Weer
GUEST STARRING
George Takei
as
Doctor Nikiashomoto
Micheal Bein
as
Lt. Kenny
Rupert Everett
as
Romulan Commander N'varln
huh?? Yeah, they are movie stars...but oh well. Its all in good fun!
If Exodus was a series, here is who I would cast in the big roles.
STAR TREK EXODUS
starring
Russel Crowe
as
Mathew Weer
Julia Robers
as
Mary Weer
Orlando Bloom
as
Mitch Weer
also starring
Tom Berringer
as
Jonathan Weer
Emma Roberts
as
Ramada Weer
David Wilson
as
Lawrence Weer
and
Katie Anderson
as
Ginny Weer
GUEST STARRING
George Takei
as
Doctor Nikiashomoto
Micheal Bein
as
Lt. Kenny
Rupert Everett
as
Romulan Commander N'varln
huh?? Yeah, they are movie stars...but oh well. Its all in good fun!
RobertScorpio
Pariah
EXODUS 11
Star Trek
Exodus 11
NEMRA IV. A modestly sized space port, in orbit of the planet.
Ramada Weer and her younger brother Lawrence waited impatiently at the small space port that orbited Nemra IV. They both sat in seats, several of which ringed the reception area, looking at the doorway that into the reception area from the space docks that lined the inside of the space port.
“Play it gain.” Lawrence pleaded.
“We’ve seen it a hundred times.” Ramada said, sounding like she was annoyed. Then she realized that Lawrence, and she herself, had been through a lot. If playing the message from Uncle Mathew made him feel at ease, then it was no problem to show the visual message they had received from their Uncle nearly a month before.
Two months had passed since the tragic events that shattered their lives. Mary Weer had been killed in cold blood by a bounty hunter who had been sent to bring Mitch in for trial. With Mary dead, and Mitch somewhere in custody, it fell to Ramada to keep Lawrence, her younger brother, and her self, safe until things could be sorted out.
Uncle Mathew was in deep space, trying desperately save the life of Ramada and Lawrence’s other sister, Ginny. Mathew was too far off to return presently, but he sent Ramada and Lawrence a message. The two youngsters watched again as the message repeated on the small screen of the com unit.
Mathew was sitting in the cockpit of the Tempest as he recorded the message. He was wearing his usual Uncle Matt clothes. An outfit made out of animal skin. He looked like something out of the ancient 1800s. It was pretty much what a scout in those times wore. Matt didn’t care that modern clothes were better in terms of heat and cold resistance. Nor did he cared it required him to hunt and then skin alive the animals, usually a cow or two, that were required to fashion such outfits. And as he sat there, they could see his large buck knife protruding from his belt. To anyone else he might appear to be a terrifying old kook. But they knew better. He was.
Mathew spoke. “I have received your message Ramada, and I can’t tell you how devastated I am. Your mother was a strong person. I wish I could be there for you, the both of you, but Ginny’s condition has worsened. I have just arrived at a planet far from where you are, and I am confident they can save her.” He paused, obviously letting the seriousness of he situation to settle in.
“Once we are done here,” Mathew continued, “I am going to head back for you as soon as I can. Now listen carefully, I have contacted your aunt Beth. She is your mother’s older sister. She is on her way to Nemra IV and should get there as soon as she can. I want you two to do what she tells you to do. She is a good woman, but she may seem kind of stern compared to your mom. But no matter, she will take good care of the two of you until I can get back. Be strong. Be brave. I will see what I can do about Mitch’s situation. Until I see you again, all my love.”
The screen went blank. The two children would do as Mathew instructed.
Moments later the civilian transport arrived. It had come from the Rigel colony. Aunt Beth had lived there for nearly twenty years with her now deceased husband. He lost his life in a rare space accident; the overloading of a ships engines. She had been a school teacher for most of her adult life. And although she was in her early 50s, she was still known for her youthful looks and vigor.
The children had only met her once, and even then Lawrence was only two years old. From what Ramada remembered, Aunt Beth was very detailed oriented.
Moments later Aunt Beth emerged with the rest of the travelers into the luggage area. Due to system malfunctions, the space port’s transporters were out. They would have to gather her bags and catch one of the hourly shuttles down to the planet below.
She walked over the two of them, no doubt recognizing Ramada from their past meeting.
“Hello children,” Beth said. “I am so sorry for what happened to your mother. I think we can get through this if we just try to know that better days wait ahead.” She smiled as she spoke.
Lawrence ran up and hugged the woman. The boy was so starved for motherly attention. And though he didn’t remember this woman, it was clear he loved her very much. She looked over to Ramada.
“You have grown into a beautiful woman Ramada. You have your mother’s striking features.” Beth said.
“And she burps like Uncle Mathew.” Lawrence said with a laugh.
It was clear from her expression that Beth did not care much for Uncle Mathew. But of all people, the maverick family member had called upon Beth to help out in these troubled times. And that was good enough for Ramada.
“Shall we go?” Beth finally said happily.
Ramada and Lawrence headed for the connecting walking tube that led to the shuttle area. Beth didn’t move, but she did clear her throat.
The two children turned around to see her motioning to her two large suit cases.
Both kids came back to her and each grabbed a suit case. Then they followed her as she led the way to the shuttle bay.
--
Military prison internment center on Earth.
The interment prison had been housed to contain deserters of the war. They were treated with utter disrespect by the active military that ran the prison. The food rations were small for he prisoners, and because it was far from public few, the life very hard.
Mitch Weer on his rack, stretched out across the stiff mattress. He shared a small containment cell with four other prisoners. He, just as with all the other prisoners, was allowed very little personal effects. But the one he held dear was the family photo they had taken three years earlier. They were all there. His father Jonathan and Uncle Mat were in the back of the group. His mother Mary stood next to Jonathan. Mathew was holding a much younger Ginny on his lap. Mitch held a very rambunctious Lawrence on his. Ramada was still in her tomboy stage. Grandma and Grandpa were in there as well. They were much simpler times.
Suddenly there was a clanging sound on the bars of his cell. He stood up to see what was causing the noise. One of the guards was standing there, along with Admiral Peasely.
“Your trial is coming up soon Weer.” Peasely said. “Most likely they will find you guilty boy. The sentence for desertion in war time is death.” He sneered at Mitch as he spoke.
Mitch pleaded. “Lt. Kenny was going to rape that girl. I had seem him many times before.”
Peasely raised up a hand. “These were enemies. And on top of that you did nothing as he was killed, in cold blood, by your uncle Mathew Weer. You are a disgrace.”
Mitch smiled back. “No jury is going to find me guilty. The father of the Probnin family is going to testify.”
The Admiral shook his head. “Oh, you haven’t heard. The poor man died last week in a terrible transporter action. In fact,” Peasely continued, “he and his wife and child were killed in the incident. What a tragedy for them, and.” He let the words hang, “you.”
Mitch looked worried. “Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?”
Peasely stood closer to the bars. “I hate people like you and your Uncle. People like you need to know there are rules to be followed. There is no room for those who do not know their place.”
“Which I guess, according to you, would include the raping and terrorizing of women and young girls.” Mitch concluded.
Peasely stepped back. “Exactly, you get the picture now. I will be there for the trial. And this time, outlaw, your Uncle won’t be able to save you.”
Mitch could only watch the sneer grow on the man’s face.
TO BE CONTINUED
Star Trek
Exodus 11
NEMRA IV. A modestly sized space port, in orbit of the planet.
Ramada Weer and her younger brother Lawrence waited impatiently at the small space port that orbited Nemra IV. They both sat in seats, several of which ringed the reception area, looking at the doorway that into the reception area from the space docks that lined the inside of the space port.
“Play it gain.” Lawrence pleaded.
“We’ve seen it a hundred times.” Ramada said, sounding like she was annoyed. Then she realized that Lawrence, and she herself, had been through a lot. If playing the message from Uncle Mathew made him feel at ease, then it was no problem to show the visual message they had received from their Uncle nearly a month before.
Two months had passed since the tragic events that shattered their lives. Mary Weer had been killed in cold blood by a bounty hunter who had been sent to bring Mitch in for trial. With Mary dead, and Mitch somewhere in custody, it fell to Ramada to keep Lawrence, her younger brother, and her self, safe until things could be sorted out.
Uncle Mathew was in deep space, trying desperately save the life of Ramada and Lawrence’s other sister, Ginny. Mathew was too far off to return presently, but he sent Ramada and Lawrence a message. The two youngsters watched again as the message repeated on the small screen of the com unit.
Mathew was sitting in the cockpit of the Tempest as he recorded the message. He was wearing his usual Uncle Matt clothes. An outfit made out of animal skin. He looked like something out of the ancient 1800s. It was pretty much what a scout in those times wore. Matt didn’t care that modern clothes were better in terms of heat and cold resistance. Nor did he cared it required him to hunt and then skin alive the animals, usually a cow or two, that were required to fashion such outfits. And as he sat there, they could see his large buck knife protruding from his belt. To anyone else he might appear to be a terrifying old kook. But they knew better. He was.
Mathew spoke. “I have received your message Ramada, and I can’t tell you how devastated I am. Your mother was a strong person. I wish I could be there for you, the both of you, but Ginny’s condition has worsened. I have just arrived at a planet far from where you are, and I am confident they can save her.” He paused, obviously letting the seriousness of he situation to settle in.
“Once we are done here,” Mathew continued, “I am going to head back for you as soon as I can. Now listen carefully, I have contacted your aunt Beth. She is your mother’s older sister. She is on her way to Nemra IV and should get there as soon as she can. I want you two to do what she tells you to do. She is a good woman, but she may seem kind of stern compared to your mom. But no matter, she will take good care of the two of you until I can get back. Be strong. Be brave. I will see what I can do about Mitch’s situation. Until I see you again, all my love.”
The screen went blank. The two children would do as Mathew instructed.
Moments later the civilian transport arrived. It had come from the Rigel colony. Aunt Beth had lived there for nearly twenty years with her now deceased husband. He lost his life in a rare space accident; the overloading of a ships engines. She had been a school teacher for most of her adult life. And although she was in her early 50s, she was still known for her youthful looks and vigor.
The children had only met her once, and even then Lawrence was only two years old. From what Ramada remembered, Aunt Beth was very detailed oriented.
Moments later Aunt Beth emerged with the rest of the travelers into the luggage area. Due to system malfunctions, the space port’s transporters were out. They would have to gather her bags and catch one of the hourly shuttles down to the planet below.
She walked over the two of them, no doubt recognizing Ramada from their past meeting.
“Hello children,” Beth said. “I am so sorry for what happened to your mother. I think we can get through this if we just try to know that better days wait ahead.” She smiled as she spoke.
Lawrence ran up and hugged the woman. The boy was so starved for motherly attention. And though he didn’t remember this woman, it was clear he loved her very much. She looked over to Ramada.
“You have grown into a beautiful woman Ramada. You have your mother’s striking features.” Beth said.
“And she burps like Uncle Mathew.” Lawrence said with a laugh.
It was clear from her expression that Beth did not care much for Uncle Mathew. But of all people, the maverick family member had called upon Beth to help out in these troubled times. And that was good enough for Ramada.
“Shall we go?” Beth finally said happily.
Ramada and Lawrence headed for the connecting walking tube that led to the shuttle area. Beth didn’t move, but she did clear her throat.
The two children turned around to see her motioning to her two large suit cases.
Both kids came back to her and each grabbed a suit case. Then they followed her as she led the way to the shuttle bay.
--
Military prison internment center on Earth.
The interment prison had been housed to contain deserters of the war. They were treated with utter disrespect by the active military that ran the prison. The food rations were small for he prisoners, and because it was far from public few, the life very hard.
Mitch Weer on his rack, stretched out across the stiff mattress. He shared a small containment cell with four other prisoners. He, just as with all the other prisoners, was allowed very little personal effects. But the one he held dear was the family photo they had taken three years earlier. They were all there. His father Jonathan and Uncle Mat were in the back of the group. His mother Mary stood next to Jonathan. Mathew was holding a much younger Ginny on his lap. Mitch held a very rambunctious Lawrence on his. Ramada was still in her tomboy stage. Grandma and Grandpa were in there as well. They were much simpler times.
Suddenly there was a clanging sound on the bars of his cell. He stood up to see what was causing the noise. One of the guards was standing there, along with Admiral Peasely.
“Your trial is coming up soon Weer.” Peasely said. “Most likely they will find you guilty boy. The sentence for desertion in war time is death.” He sneered at Mitch as he spoke.
Mitch pleaded. “Lt. Kenny was going to rape that girl. I had seem him many times before.”
Peasely raised up a hand. “These were enemies. And on top of that you did nothing as he was killed, in cold blood, by your uncle Mathew Weer. You are a disgrace.”
Mitch smiled back. “No jury is going to find me guilty. The father of the Probnin family is going to testify.”
The Admiral shook his head. “Oh, you haven’t heard. The poor man died last week in a terrible transporter action. In fact,” Peasely continued, “he and his wife and child were killed in the incident. What a tragedy for them, and.” He let the words hang, “you.”
Mitch looked worried. “Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?”
Peasely stood closer to the bars. “I hate people like you and your Uncle. People like you need to know there are rules to be followed. There is no room for those who do not know their place.”
“Which I guess, according to you, would include the raping and terrorizing of women and young girls.” Mitch concluded.
Peasely stepped back. “Exactly, you get the picture now. I will be there for the trial. And this time, outlaw, your Uncle won’t be able to save you.”
Mitch could only watch the sneer grow on the man’s face.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Pariah
EXODUS 12
STAR TREK
Exodus 12
by Harsh Jadhav and Robert Scorpio
DEEP INSIDE ROMULAN SPACE
The huge Romulan Warbird orbited the world that was in one of the more obscure star sytems in Romulan Territory. On the planet live a race that was akin to Romulans, but had retained it’s many older customs.
Romulan lore spoke of a time when the Romulans settled this part of space after leaving Vulcan all those many centuries ago. The colonization of this sector of space, where the Warbird was orbiting the planet, happened long ago in the past. And many of these old worlds still maintained certain customs that harkened back to those times. This was one of those worlds.
The planet had a simple designation: Eny’th. So recluse was this society, they refused to even hold a seat in the Romulan Senate. Some of their customs were so barbaric; those who visited from the outside had to register with the administration department of an orbiting Romulan Space station as a precaution.
Nearly three weeks ago Mathew had parked the Tempest inside the Warbird’s huge landing bay. It had been over a year since he had last visited with his friend N’vraln, and his Romulan friend was offering the kind of help good friends offer to each other. They had been in orbit of Eny’th for over two weeks, waiting for the bureaucracy to catch up, and for permission to beam to the planet to be granted.
Ginny was in the ship’s sickbay, and she was constantly, and graciously, watched over by the Romulan medical staff. They were using Romulan methods to keep her condition stable. What ever they were doing was working. Ginny wasn’t getting any worse, but nor was she getting any better. Mathew had visited the ship several times in the past, so the Romulan crew was more open to him than they would be to another outsider. He had actually saved the Chief surgeon’s life on one occasion many years earlier.
In fact, it was that openness that helped pass the time. In N’vraln’s quarters, five “players” sat at the small square table that was in the middle of this room. Nearly twenty years earlier Mathew had introduced the game of Five Card Stud, poker, to his Romulan friend N’vraln. Mathew was pleased to see that the game had taken hold of the Romulans as much as it had humanity. Though, to be sure, the Romulans took the game far more serious, and they hated to lose even more so.
It was during one of the rounds of Poker that N’vraln received word from his communications officer that they had received permission to beam down to the planet, with the sickened child. They all agreed to break up the game and come back later. Mathew knew why the others wanted to continue; he had most their credits.
Moments later Mathew, who was holding Ginny, and N’vraln beamed down to the planet. Mathew had visited the world many years before. Back then, he had been injured when his ship, the Tempest, was attacked by a renegade Orion smuggler along the Neutral Zone border between the Romulan Empire and Federation. He fled into Romulan space and where he made contact with N’vraln. At the time they were both scouting for their respective governments, but had a friendly rivalry. They had saved each other’s lives on countless occasions while racing each other through-out the deep recesses of space on exploration missions. Mathew was near death when he had arrived on Eny’th all those years ago. They saved him by using outlawed medicines that were more known for their killing prowess that their healing ability.
The Eny’ths also practiced ritual animal sacrifices that were, by most estimations, barbaric to say the least. Travel to the world was regulated by the Romulan government, and not recommended by the Federation. It had been rumored that the Eny’ths also included cannibalism in their rituals as well. Despite all these conditions, Mathew knew that bring Ginny here offered her the best chance of survival.
Planet Eny’th also beheld many natural wonders. One of the wonders was the lava falls of Gronthe’enul. Grothe’enul was a massive volcano that stood nearly forty-thousand feet tall. A steady flow of lava had drooled from its peak, non-stop, for over two thousand years. Mathew and N’vraln stood on a ledge that over looked a valley that was dwarfed by the volcano in the distance. It was late at night and they could see the lava stream from where they were, spilling over a peak and spewing down, through the night air, over thirty thousand feet to a mound that had been built up for nearly two thousand years of nearly ten thousand feet as well. It was truly one of the greatest sights to witness.
“Its still just as amazing as it was the first time I saw it.” Mathew said.
N’vraln nodded in agreement. “Our best scientists say that that with in another two or three thousand years the mound will be nearly as tall as the spew.”
Mathew smiled. “I’m afraid you and I will not age as well.”
“My friend, who would ever really to live as long as that?” His Romulan friend replied.
At that moment they heard screams of pain coming from the nearby village where they had left Ginny. The shaman, for lack of a better word, took Ginny from Mat’s arms nearly three hours earlier.
Mathew tensed up and prepared to head to her aid when N’vraln stopped him. He just simply shook his head at Mat, and that eased Mat’s worry. Mat, who had slid his buck knife out of its sheath, returned the weapon to its place. No words were necessary between these two old friends.
They returned their gazes to the lava fall; content that time had its place here.
--
The Wanderer was, at last, back in space. Upon arrival back down on Nemra IV, Aunt Beth started up the old freighter’s engines and took the sturdy ship back into space. She placed the ship on course provided to them by Uncle Mathew. She also knew that the children who remained, Ramada and Lawrence, needed a regular schedule to help put distance between the tragic memories they recently had to endure. Losing their father nearly a year and a half ago, and their mother in the recent months, was very devastating indeed. And Beth, who had known loss in her own life, knew that change was always best after such times.
She used the Wanderer’s computers to build up a schooling program for Lawrence. She also prepped up some classes for Ramada as well.
It was the early ‘evening’, as it was measured by the ship’s clocks. Lawrence was busy doing his schooling. Ramada was busy writing some kind of message, no doubt a love letter Beth surmised, to her Klingon friend K’ot’FAQ. Beth had not met the Klingon, but from what she had learned, the young warrior had been helpful to the family before his departure.
Ramada walked over to where Beth sat at the main dining area. Beth was reading her own diary when Ramada sat down next to her.
“What are you reading Aunt Beth?” Ramada asked in all of her innocent charm.
Beth smiled at young niece. “I have been keeping a diary since I was a little girl. I’m reading about things I wrote nearly forty years ago. It is amazing how a diary can keep you connected to your past. It helps feel in the pieces when your memory isn’t up to the task.”
Ramada looked at the family picture on the wall. “I hope Mitch is okay.”
Beth nodded. “I know. I have been trying to get some answers from old friends of mine who are still in Starfleet. The last I heard is that his trial is coming up.”
“Uncle Mathew has to do something.” Ramada finally said. “He was there, he saw what happened.” Ramada continued.
Beth took her young nieces hand into hers. “He will, if it is at all possible.” Though Beth wasn’t sure what Mat could really accomplish. Beth kept certain facts to herself, not wanting to worry Ramada. But the evidence against Mitch was mounting up. The young man faced the death penalty. She decided to change the tone of the conversation.
“How is your Klingon friend doing?” Beth asked.
Ramada smiled. “He is due back in the area soon. I told him what course we are on so he could visit, if it’s okay with you.”
Beth smiled. “Of course. I haven’t had a plate of Gagh’ for years. Perhaps he can make some for us.”
Ramada nodded. “He can, and has. Mom really..” Ramada’s voice trailed off.
They both shared a smile. “I know child. I know.” Beth said, trying to calm the saddened girl. “It’s never easy to lose someone so close. You’re mother and I lost our father at a young age as well.”
Ramada dried her tears with her finger tips. “Mom never spoke much about her parents.” Ramada said. “How did your father pass away?” Ramada asked.
Auth Beth searched her memories and then told Ramada the story of her own father’s passing. If anything, the story would help the young girl get over her own loss.
--
Morning had come on Eny’th. Mat and N’vraln had made their way back to the village. The screams of agony had subsided hours earlier. As they walked toward the village, Mat took in the surrounding. Instead of modern Romulan buildings, there were huts of various sizes that dotted the hillsides. A large fire burned in the middle of the village, and there was a well right next to it. The village was starting to stir with life as the morning began.
Suddenly, and with out warning, a figure burst from one of the huts. It was Ginny. She ran across the village yard and jumped into her massive Uncle’s arms. Mat hugged her tightly. She was full of energy, and she was obviously saved.
The Eny’th elder who Mat had trusted with her life came out of the hut.
“She will live a long life, that one,” the aged one said.
“How can I thank you?” Mat asked.
The elderly man just smiled. “Just live.” He said replied and then walked away.
N’vraln reached over and rubbed the girls head real fast. “She is filled with much energy like you Mat.”
Mat nodded. “How do you feel Ginny?” He asked.
She smiled. “Thank you Uncle Mat. I knew you could do it. Can we go home? I miss mommy.”
Mat hadn’t told his niece of the death of her mother. N’vraln met Mat’s gaze with his. He nodded and left the two Weer’s alone, knowing that this kind of pain could only be shared by family.
THE END OF EXODUS!!!
Look for THE WEER FAMILY coming soon!!!
STAR TREK
Exodus 12
by Harsh Jadhav and Robert Scorpio
DEEP INSIDE ROMULAN SPACE
The huge Romulan Warbird orbited the world that was in one of the more obscure star sytems in Romulan Territory. On the planet live a race that was akin to Romulans, but had retained it’s many older customs.
Romulan lore spoke of a time when the Romulans settled this part of space after leaving Vulcan all those many centuries ago. The colonization of this sector of space, where the Warbird was orbiting the planet, happened long ago in the past. And many of these old worlds still maintained certain customs that harkened back to those times. This was one of those worlds.
The planet had a simple designation: Eny’th. So recluse was this society, they refused to even hold a seat in the Romulan Senate. Some of their customs were so barbaric; those who visited from the outside had to register with the administration department of an orbiting Romulan Space station as a precaution.
Nearly three weeks ago Mathew had parked the Tempest inside the Warbird’s huge landing bay. It had been over a year since he had last visited with his friend N’vraln, and his Romulan friend was offering the kind of help good friends offer to each other. They had been in orbit of Eny’th for over two weeks, waiting for the bureaucracy to catch up, and for permission to beam to the planet to be granted.
Ginny was in the ship’s sickbay, and she was constantly, and graciously, watched over by the Romulan medical staff. They were using Romulan methods to keep her condition stable. What ever they were doing was working. Ginny wasn’t getting any worse, but nor was she getting any better. Mathew had visited the ship several times in the past, so the Romulan crew was more open to him than they would be to another outsider. He had actually saved the Chief surgeon’s life on one occasion many years earlier.
In fact, it was that openness that helped pass the time. In N’vraln’s quarters, five “players” sat at the small square table that was in the middle of this room. Nearly twenty years earlier Mathew had introduced the game of Five Card Stud, poker, to his Romulan friend N’vraln. Mathew was pleased to see that the game had taken hold of the Romulans as much as it had humanity. Though, to be sure, the Romulans took the game far more serious, and they hated to lose even more so.
It was during one of the rounds of Poker that N’vraln received word from his communications officer that they had received permission to beam down to the planet, with the sickened child. They all agreed to break up the game and come back later. Mathew knew why the others wanted to continue; he had most their credits.
Moments later Mathew, who was holding Ginny, and N’vraln beamed down to the planet. Mathew had visited the world many years before. Back then, he had been injured when his ship, the Tempest, was attacked by a renegade Orion smuggler along the Neutral Zone border between the Romulan Empire and Federation. He fled into Romulan space and where he made contact with N’vraln. At the time they were both scouting for their respective governments, but had a friendly rivalry. They had saved each other’s lives on countless occasions while racing each other through-out the deep recesses of space on exploration missions. Mathew was near death when he had arrived on Eny’th all those years ago. They saved him by using outlawed medicines that were more known for their killing prowess that their healing ability.
The Eny’ths also practiced ritual animal sacrifices that were, by most estimations, barbaric to say the least. Travel to the world was regulated by the Romulan government, and not recommended by the Federation. It had been rumored that the Eny’ths also included cannibalism in their rituals as well. Despite all these conditions, Mathew knew that bring Ginny here offered her the best chance of survival.
Planet Eny’th also beheld many natural wonders. One of the wonders was the lava falls of Gronthe’enul. Grothe’enul was a massive volcano that stood nearly forty-thousand feet tall. A steady flow of lava had drooled from its peak, non-stop, for over two thousand years. Mathew and N’vraln stood on a ledge that over looked a valley that was dwarfed by the volcano in the distance. It was late at night and they could see the lava stream from where they were, spilling over a peak and spewing down, through the night air, over thirty thousand feet to a mound that had been built up for nearly two thousand years of nearly ten thousand feet as well. It was truly one of the greatest sights to witness.
“Its still just as amazing as it was the first time I saw it.” Mathew said.
N’vraln nodded in agreement. “Our best scientists say that that with in another two or three thousand years the mound will be nearly as tall as the spew.”
Mathew smiled. “I’m afraid you and I will not age as well.”
“My friend, who would ever really to live as long as that?” His Romulan friend replied.
At that moment they heard screams of pain coming from the nearby village where they had left Ginny. The shaman, for lack of a better word, took Ginny from Mat’s arms nearly three hours earlier.
Mathew tensed up and prepared to head to her aid when N’vraln stopped him. He just simply shook his head at Mat, and that eased Mat’s worry. Mat, who had slid his buck knife out of its sheath, returned the weapon to its place. No words were necessary between these two old friends.
They returned their gazes to the lava fall; content that time had its place here.
--
The Wanderer was, at last, back in space. Upon arrival back down on Nemra IV, Aunt Beth started up the old freighter’s engines and took the sturdy ship back into space. She placed the ship on course provided to them by Uncle Mathew. She also knew that the children who remained, Ramada and Lawrence, needed a regular schedule to help put distance between the tragic memories they recently had to endure. Losing their father nearly a year and a half ago, and their mother in the recent months, was very devastating indeed. And Beth, who had known loss in her own life, knew that change was always best after such times.
She used the Wanderer’s computers to build up a schooling program for Lawrence. She also prepped up some classes for Ramada as well.
It was the early ‘evening’, as it was measured by the ship’s clocks. Lawrence was busy doing his schooling. Ramada was busy writing some kind of message, no doubt a love letter Beth surmised, to her Klingon friend K’ot’FAQ. Beth had not met the Klingon, but from what she had learned, the young warrior had been helpful to the family before his departure.
Ramada walked over to where Beth sat at the main dining area. Beth was reading her own diary when Ramada sat down next to her.
“What are you reading Aunt Beth?” Ramada asked in all of her innocent charm.
Beth smiled at young niece. “I have been keeping a diary since I was a little girl. I’m reading about things I wrote nearly forty years ago. It is amazing how a diary can keep you connected to your past. It helps feel in the pieces when your memory isn’t up to the task.”
Ramada looked at the family picture on the wall. “I hope Mitch is okay.”
Beth nodded. “I know. I have been trying to get some answers from old friends of mine who are still in Starfleet. The last I heard is that his trial is coming up.”
“Uncle Mathew has to do something.” Ramada finally said. “He was there, he saw what happened.” Ramada continued.
Beth took her young nieces hand into hers. “He will, if it is at all possible.” Though Beth wasn’t sure what Mat could really accomplish. Beth kept certain facts to herself, not wanting to worry Ramada. But the evidence against Mitch was mounting up. The young man faced the death penalty. She decided to change the tone of the conversation.
“How is your Klingon friend doing?” Beth asked.
Ramada smiled. “He is due back in the area soon. I told him what course we are on so he could visit, if it’s okay with you.”
Beth smiled. “Of course. I haven’t had a plate of Gagh’ for years. Perhaps he can make some for us.”
Ramada nodded. “He can, and has. Mom really..” Ramada’s voice trailed off.
They both shared a smile. “I know child. I know.” Beth said, trying to calm the saddened girl. “It’s never easy to lose someone so close. You’re mother and I lost our father at a young age as well.”
Ramada dried her tears with her finger tips. “Mom never spoke much about her parents.” Ramada said. “How did your father pass away?” Ramada asked.
Auth Beth searched her memories and then told Ramada the story of her own father’s passing. If anything, the story would help the young girl get over her own loss.
--
Morning had come on Eny’th. Mat and N’vraln had made their way back to the village. The screams of agony had subsided hours earlier. As they walked toward the village, Mat took in the surrounding. Instead of modern Romulan buildings, there were huts of various sizes that dotted the hillsides. A large fire burned in the middle of the village, and there was a well right next to it. The village was starting to stir with life as the morning began.
Suddenly, and with out warning, a figure burst from one of the huts. It was Ginny. She ran across the village yard and jumped into her massive Uncle’s arms. Mat hugged her tightly. She was full of energy, and she was obviously saved.
The Eny’th elder who Mat had trusted with her life came out of the hut.
“She will live a long life, that one,” the aged one said.
“How can I thank you?” Mat asked.
The elderly man just smiled. “Just live.” He said replied and then walked away.
N’vraln reached over and rubbed the girls head real fast. “She is filled with much energy like you Mat.”
Mat nodded. “How do you feel Ginny?” He asked.
She smiled. “Thank you Uncle Mat. I knew you could do it. Can we go home? I miss mommy.”
Mat hadn’t told his niece of the death of her mother. N’vraln met Mat’s gaze with his. He nodded and left the two Weer’s alone, knowing that this kind of pain could only be shared by family.
THE END OF EXODUS!!!
Look for THE WEER FAMILY coming soon!!!
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RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: EXODUS 12
THE END OF EXODUS
I have ended the Exodus. The next part of this saga will continue as THE WEER FAMILY. It will pick a few months after the events of EXODUS 12 and will now center around the family's new home near the Omarian Nebula in an area of space controlled by the New Dominion.
Robert Scorpio and Harsha Jadhav
THE END OF EXODUS
I have ended the Exodus. The next part of this saga will continue as THE WEER FAMILY. It will pick a few months after the events of EXODUS 12 and will now center around the family's new home near the Omarian Nebula in an area of space controlled by the New Dominion.
Robert Scorpio and Harsha Jadhav
RobertScorpio
Pariah
Re: EXODUS 12
I agree. But Hol'comb got a pretty good run until he met his demise. I also thought Terence McCord's evolution into a good guy, at the end, was different.
Rob
I agree. But Hol'comb got a pretty good run until he met his demise. I also thought Terence McCord's evolution into a good guy, at the end, was different.
Rob
RobertScorpio
Pariah
You are still the dean, my old friend. They should let you create a monthly challenge each week, ontop of the one we do already. I think, also, we FAN FIC writers should try to do a massive crossover, but in a small way. Yes, these stories seem to take place in different universes, but why not do something like DC did with the monitor. Have each story be visited by a probe of some kind, taking notes, observing. For what purpose? Maybe all of our universes are in danger of being destroyed by some threat to all our universes....who would write THAT part of it? The ultmate 'whatever' it is part? Well..YOU david.
Rob
