Back with A Vengeance

Back With a Vengeance

Admiral Cyrus Lyctan was on his porch on Zirconic Prime.  He was a tall, thin Betazoid, and had served many years in Starfleet.  He had accomplished many things in his time; reunited the Federation and the Klingon Empire, helped the Zirconians to become an independent species, assembled his own personal fleet, to name a few.  His wife, Admiral Takkerra Lyctan, walked through the doorway and sat down next to him.  She was a slim Andorian, and had been Cyrus’ First Officer back in the day.  They fell in love soon afterwards.  “Arkog called again” she told him.  R’okh Arkog was a close personal friend of the Lyctans.  He was a KDF officer at the same time the Zirconian Fleet was in power.  He was also the most flamboyant Klingon you could ever see.  Green hair, pink on his outfit….it’s no wonder he got so much disrespect from some of his fellow Klingons.  He didn’t exactly exude normality.  His fleet and the Lyctans’ had worked together during the Federation-Klingon War to restore peace between the two factions.  “What did he ask?” replied Cyrus.  “He insists we help him with his conspiracy theories.  He believes the ship disappearances have a pattern.” Cyrus sighed.  “I’ll hail the Counterpoint.”  The U.S.S. Counterpoint was one of 9 ships in the combined fleet of Captain Arkog and Admiral Lyctan, and happened to be the flagship.   Cyrus tapped his combadge.  “Captain Ubaday here.  Permission to speak freely?”  “Permission granted, old friend.”  Captain Ubaday Ulax was a beautiful, youthful female Trill.  (The Trill aged much slower than humans, so it makes sense that Ubaday could be youthful even though she would have been about 50 at this point.)  She had been the Chief Science Officer on all 7 ships that Cyrus commanded, and upon Cyrus’ retirement from command, she was granted permission to captain the Counterpoint.  “It’s so great to hear from you again, Captain!  I haven’t heard from many of the others in the past few years.  Just Zris, R’okh and the other Arkogs.  How’ve you been holding up?”  Zris Elzerov was the Chief Engineer of the Zirconian Fleet.  He served with Ubaday and the other senior staff of that fleet from the start.  Eventually, he was promoted to captain, and was given control of an Andorian prototype ship, the U.S.S. Prill.  As for “the other Arkogs”, she was referring to M’rel, B’etara, and T’lash.  They, as well as R’okh, are from the House of Arkog, founded by R’okh himself.  They served with R’okh in the old days, and continue to do so.  “Oh, quite well, but R’okh has called us up again.  We need to rendezvous with everyone in the Hromi Cluster ASAP.”  By everyone, Cyrus meant all the officers mentioned before, as well as Johncan Trinon, F’sen Bazix, Telman’lar, and K’vash Zilant.  Telman’lar was a Jem’Hadar officer the Zirconian Fleet met when the 2800 came out of the Bajoran Wormhole.  He defected to the Federation as soon as he could, and begged Lyctan to let him serve on the Takei, which was the flagship of the Fleet at the time.  He was at that point Commander Telman’lar, Federation Ambassador to the Dominion.  His personal property included estates on the Dominion Homeworld as well as Zirconic Prime, and the U.S.S. Zeus, which he used to travel where he needs to travel for his work.  It is a Danube Runabout and was instrumental in both the retaking of DS9 when the 2800 took over, as well as in the freeing of the Remans.   Johncan Trinon was another science officer in the Zirconian Fleet.  He was from somewhere in the Gamma Quadrant, although no one really knew what he was.  He turned out to be gay and married K’vash after he was exiled from the Klingon Empire.  K’vash was a Gorn, R’okh’s First Officer many years ago, but was exiled from the Empire for suggesting publicly that the Empire was unethical and quite imperfect, that they were cowards and were living the wrong way.  He stole the I.K.S. Chang, a DujHod Chariot capable of comfortably carrying 5 crew, married John, grabbed  F’sen and 2 Maquis refugees running from the True Way, and settled down comfortably in the Afehirr Nebula, an area Starfleet and the KDF rarely scan.  F’sen Bazix was a Bolian Engineering Officer, the last officer to join Cyrus’ senior staff.  She was quiet, and no one really knew much about her, but she was excited when she got to move in with John and K’vash on the Chang.  “Beaming you up now, Captain.  Oops, Admiral.  Old habit.”  The Counterpoint headed on its way to the Hromi Cluster, contacting all the others they needed to as they went along.

“It’s so good to see everyone again!” exclaimed Ubaday towards the main viewscreen.  The ships that had rendezvoused in the Hromi Cluster were having a tele-conference.  They were: the U.S.S. Counterpoint, with Takkerra, Cyrus, and Ubaday, the U.S.S. Prill with Zris, the U.S.S. Zeus with Telman’lar, the I.K.S. Vor’cha with R’okh, M’rel, B’etara, and T’lash, and the I.K.S. Chang with K’vash, John, and F’sen.  The other ships in the combined fleet that were not included in the meeting because they were simply not necessary were: the U.S.S. Valencia, a Class F Shuttle, the U.S.S. Astrea, an Exploration Cruiser, the I.K.S. G’agh, a Norgh Bird of Prey, and the U.S.S. Zirconian, a Light Cruiser, the first ship in Cyrus’ fleet.  “Why don’t we all beam over to the Counterpoint so we can discuss the situation?” asked Ubaday.  Everyone nodded their heads and were beamed to the Ready Room.

When they all got to the room, they were surprised to see Romulan Ale at everyone’s seat.  Ubaday and R’okh winked at each other, suggesting that they had planned it.  Everyone sat down and R’okh kept standing.  “A toast, to old friends and new glory!”  “Glory!” they all shouted, and clinked their glasses.  They sat down again, and R’okh, again, kept standing.  “Now, to discuss what we’re here for.  You have all heard of the recent ship disappearances, correct?”  All nodded but F’sen.  “It’s just raiders.  It’s always raiders.  This really isn’t such a big deal.”  Takkerra groaned.  “F’sen, you have always been so naïve.  This is the Alpha Quadrant.  Nothing is ever ‘just raiders’.  Nothing is ever ‘just’ anything.”  This started a dispute.  Eventually, R’okh managed to calm things down with some warning disruptor fire.  “We need to get back on topic.  This is not just raiders.  I’ve detected a pattern.”  “Enlighten us, R’okh.” Remarked Zris.  “I shall.  Every vessel that has gone missing has had an officer that had some experience in the Romulan War, fighting the Tal Shiar, as well as a scientist knowledged in Iconian history.”  “You think…The Iconians are behind this?” questioned F’sen.  “Yes, I do believe so.  I believe they’ve spent the past two millennia in another galaxy, rebuilding their empire.  Now, they’re coming back to rule what was once theirs.” The room went dead silent for a moment.  Then the comm system booted up: “Lieutenant Omat’Etan to the Ready Room.  We’re being hailed by the S.S. Azura II.  Should I route it through, Captain?”  Lieutenant Omat’Etan was another Jem’Hadar officer in the 2800 fleet.  He was always a suspicious man, not fully loyal to the Founders.  He took the first chance he got to leave them, and joined Starfleet.  “Yes, Lieutenant.” Replied Ubaday.  There was a click, and the message started:   “Shields failing!  Request immediate assistance from any vessel in range!  We are under fire by an unknown enemy!  Repeat, require immediate-”  “Everyone, beam back to your ships.  The Azura is a friend of ours, and they need help from us now.”  Ordered Cyrus.  The S.S. Azura had been a friend of the Zirconian Fleet for many years, always offering low-price commodities and friendly talk and advice.  The captain was a kind Bolian and was always up for a chat.   All the officers beamed back to their ships and set a course for the Azura.

“Captain, their shields are at 10%.  Doesn’t look they can take much more damage.”  Ubaday nodded, and opened a comm link to the other ships.  “All ships converge on the enemy!”  As the ships fired, they watched helplessly as a massive torpedo headed towards the Azura.  It was too fast to fire on it.  “Beam all the Azura’s crew to the cargo bay!”  Shouted Ubaday.  They watched the freighter explode.  Horrified, Ubaday turned to Omat’Etan, her Jem’Hadar Conn Officer.  “How many did we get?”  He turned to look at her, with a grim facial expression.  “5 – 5 of 100.”  Takkerra began to weep.  F’sen’s mouth gaped open.  Telman’lar punched a console and ended up smashing it, but Ubaday was too upset to notice.  “The vessel is opening a transwarp conduit, Captain.  Should we follow?” asked Omat’Etan.  “No.  We need to report to Starfleet our findings.”  They watched the ship disappear into the night.   “Did we get Captain Brott?”  Inquired Ubaday.  “No, Captain.  No lifesigns in the wreckage or any life pods, either.  I’m sorry.”  Ubaday and Takkerra ran out of the room crying.  R’okh clenched his fist.  F’sen fainted.  Telman’lar destroyed another console.  Then Cyrus spoke.  “Now, it’s personal.  Lieutenant, do we know what type of vessel that was?”  “I’m afraid I can’t exactly give you a registry number, Admiral, but I do believe it was Iconian.”  The bridge went silent.  Plot a course for Earth Spacedock, Lieutenant.”  Ordered Cyrus.  “Aye, sir.  Course laid in.”

The consoles Telman’lar destroyed were replaced, and the 13 officers who experienced the fight, as well as the 5 survivors from the S.S. Azura II, were called into the Stateroom to debrief Starfleet Command.  “We believe this attack was committed by the Iconians.  If they are truly back, they need to be stopped.” Stated Ubaday.  Admiral Quinn spoke up.  “Cyrus, do you remember the fight with the I.R.W. Leahval?  When Empress Sela’s ship was tractored away?” “Yes, sir.  Why do you ask?”  “The Leahval’s wreckage was found early this morning by Eraun in the Gamma Quadrant.  He tractored it through the wormhole and brought it to DS9.  We found Sela’s body on board.  Her neck had been snapped.”  (Eraun was a Vorta ally of the Lyctans during the 2800’s occupation of DS9.)  Cyrus gulped.  “So…do you believe they’re back, sir?”  “I’m not sure, Lyctan.  But if they are, we’re going to need as many allies as we can get.  The Iconians are a force to be reckoned with.”  A Bajoran ensign walked into the room and raised her hand.  “Yes, Ensign?  What is it?”  Inquired Admiral Quinn.  “We’ve….we’ve lost communication with everyone in the Beta Ursae Block.  DS9, Cardassia, Bajor….everyone.”  “Thank you, Ensign.  You may leave.”  She nodded her head and left the room.  “Lyctan, we’re going to direct every ship we can afford to send to transwarp to DS9.   Gather your fleet, along with all Zirconian ships.  Telman’lar, contact the Dominion.  Ask them to send support through the wormhole.  R’okh, the Klingon Empire.  I want you all to transwarp to DS9 within an hour.  Bring as many ships as you can and transwarp wherever you need to.”

Our 12 heroes gathered as many ships as they could, and bravely left for DS9.  They brought along, to name a few, the U.S.S. Hawking, I.K.S. G’agh, U.S.S. Valencia, and the U.S.S. Zirconian, as well as entire fleet of Klingon Empire ships and also one of the Zirconian’s ships.  When they got there, many phasers were firing.  There were Dominion, Starfleet, Cardassian, Zirconian, Klingon, even Deferi ships on one side, and Iconian, True Way, Tal Shiar, Breen, and Hirogen ships on the other.  Our heroes and their allies fought with valor and bravery, but many lives were lost.  Eventually, the remaining enemy ships retreated from DS9, but not without great casualties on both sides.   Our heroes and their allies discovered that all planets and installations in Beta Ursae had been taken.  All that they could take back was DS9.  They contacted their allies and debriefed them.  They were told to hold DS9, and all other ships not defending DS9 across the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma quadrants were recalled to defensive positions.  Gradually, though, allies began to fall.  The three quadrants banded together to fight off the Iconians.  Of course, the Iconians found new allies as well.  They enlisted the help of the Hirogen and the Breen, the Tal Shiar, and the True Way, and continued to gain footholds across the galaxy.  Soon, all that was left of the Federation and its allies were: The Zirconian Fleet, the Dominion Homeworld, as well as some Jem’Hadar ships, a small CDF fleet (Cardassia was taken as well), Qo’nos, Earth, Vulcan, Zirconic Prime, Andoria, a reasonable amount of Starfleet ships, the Undine (they realized the danger and decided to join the fight), Betazed, and Tellar Prime.  This became the New Federation and an equal amount of ships were sent to defend each planet that still stood.  All ships were equipped with transwarp capabilities so that they could provide aid as soon as it was needed.

“This is where we make our final stand, friends.  We must believe in ourselves.  We have fought great threats before, and with all of us together, we may yet survive this one.  We have lost many friends, but they would want us to keep fighting.  Together, we stand.  Together, the Iconians shall bow down to us!  To friends!”  Exclaimed Cyrus.  He was at a New Federation summit in Fluidic Space.  The most important dignitaries were granted asylum there, as it was one of the last refuges from the Iconians.  They did not yet know of its existence.  He was to leave on one last mission to try and save the galaxy.  There was only one option left: an alliance with the Borg.

Admiral Lyctan, his wife, John, Ubaday, Zris, Telman’lar, R’okh, M’rel, K’vash, F’sen, and B’etara were sent to the Delta Quadrant with the Zirconian Fleet and some other New Federation ships in search of the Borg.  As they made their way through the quadrant, they found many dead worlds, killed by the Iconians so that they couldn’t resist or assist the New Federation.  Talax was gone.  They found a few remote Talaxian convoys that managed to hide using whatever anomalies they could find, and added them to their force.  They searched for days, and found derelict cubes everywhere.  Eventually, they made it to Borg Space.  “This is Unimatrix 002.  We are the Borg.  You will be assimilated.  Your technological and personal traits will add to our perfection.”  “Good to see the Borg are still in decent shape.  Hail the Diadem.”  Ordered Lyctan.  (The Diadem is the Borg Queen’s personal ship.)  “Who dare disturb the Borg Queen?  Oh, that’s a Starfleet insignia….hm…I thought Starfleet would be dead by now.”  Remarked the Borg Queen.   “Is that…the Caretaker’s Wife I see?  How did you get assimilated?”  (The Caretaker’s Wife was an extremely powerful Delta Quadrant entity.  Normally, she would likely be able to hold her own against the Borg.)  “Knave!  You think they could’ve captured me against my will?  I let them assimilate me.  They needed a new Queen, anways.  The more important thing is how you’re still alive and how you managed to find me here.”  Threw back the Queen.  “Three quadrants have been attacked and taken by the Iconian Empire.   The few of us who survived their attacks have created a group called ‘The New Federation.’  We are on our last legs.  You have seen the damage the Iconians can do.  I saw those derelict hulks you used to call Cubes.  This does not need to be a permanent alliance.  Just until the end of this war.”  The Queen tilted her head, left and right, weighing the consequences of her actions.  “Very well.  We will assist you.  We know the coordinates of Iconia II.  Call your people.  Bring as many reinforcements as you like.  When you are ready, we will take a transwarp conduit to Iconia II and make our final stand there.”  “Thank you, my Queen.  How gracious of you.”

Lyctan called the officials of the New Federation and told them to send as many reinforcements as they could spare.  All New Federation citizens were taken to Earth and all unnecessary defence was sent to Borg Space.  Our heroes took a combined fleet of 20 Undine, 30 Klingon, 50 Federation, 5 Cardassian, 3 Deferi, and  10 Borg, 15 Dominion, 8 Talaxian, and 6 Zirconian ships to Iconia II.  The battle began.

“Photon torpedoes, full spread!  Tell all ships to perform a planetary bombardment!  There are millions of Iconian military personnel and ships down there!  If we can destroy this installation, we may win this war!”  Cyrus watched as the Iconians suffered the same fate as they had the last time.  He didn’t know, though, that the Iconians considered this their final stand, as well.  They had seen this attack coming.  Omat’Etan yelled out.  “Hail from the Chang, sir! Iconians boarding!  F’sen is dead!  Require immediate assistance!  Beaming over a security team, sir!”  Cyrus was filled with rage at young F’sen’s death, but he knew he needed to keep calm.  Captain Brott, F’sen, all those civilians the Iconian Empire killed- they would die in vain if he didn’t avenge their deaths right there and then.  “Prepare security details to beam over to all ships!  Send a message to the Fleet!  Break out my personal collection of weapons!  It’s time to defend our ships!”  Exclaimed Lyctan.  100 Iconian troops beamed onto the Prill.  As the best engineer in Starfleet, Zris had a few tricks up his sleeve.  He tortured them and killed them one by one.  10 Iconian troops beamed onto the Chang.  After they killed F’sen, they moved on to the other rooms on the Chariot.  Finding no one, they finally moved onto the bridge.  They were ambushed by 20 Starfleet Security Officers, K’vash, John, 2 Borg Drones, and the two Maquis refugees.  They didn’t stand a chance.  The Collective was quite happy to have some new Iconian drones.  The Iconians didn’t even try to beam onto the Borg ships.  They knew it was pointless.  The Iconian troops that beamed onto the Cardassian ships were tortured until they offered up every piece of information they knew, and were then slaughtered.  Unfortunately, the Deferi, being the peaceful people they are, were simply wiped out by a combination of Kamikaze boarding parties and planetary fire.  The Klingons beat the boarders on their vessels to death with Bat’leths, the traditional Klingon blade.  Only the Talaxian convoys, the Zirconian ships, the U.S.S. Zeus and the U.S.S. Valencia were not boarded.  They took the opportunity to focus fire on the military centers down on Iconia II.  Lyctan brought out his own Pulsewave Assault, and prepared for the worst.  As soon as enemies boarded, Lyctan would fire harshly, killing as many as he could as painfully as possible.  He defended the ship, but that fight changed him.  He was once a kind man, but watching all those friends die, especially one of his senior staff….he couldn’t handle it.   Lyctan was old.  He’d had enough of watching his friends die.  “Send a message to the Fleet!  Destroy that planet at all costs!  Take no prisoners!”  He watched the final moments of the Iconians, and in that flash of light in the final moments of Iconia II, saw the monster that he had become.  He saw the memories of the Iconians who had tried to make friends thousands of years ago, and created enemies instead.   He remembered that nothing was black and white.  He realized that he had committed acts so heinous to protect the Federation that they violated the Federation Charter itself.  He realized the truth of whom he had become in trying to protect the people he loved.  He had become the very thing which he sought to destroy.  “Incoming tele-conference from the fleet, sir.  Should I put it on the main viewscreen?”  Asked Omat’Etan.  “Yes, Lieutenant.  Thank you.”  The viewscreen came on. “Captain, we’ve done it!  Iconians all over our Galaxy are leaving!  We survived the unthinkable!  This is a cause for celebration!”  Exclaimed Zris.  “Sure, Zris.  You all go ahead.”  He turned off the viewscreen and gave command of the bridge back to Ubaday.  “Set a course back to the transwarp conduit.  Get me to the nearest prison.”  He ordered Ubaday.  She was about to ask why, but he put his hand up the way he used to.  It was a gesture he used to say “Trust me.”  He headed for the brig.

10 years later

The Iconians had left the galaxy, returning to whatever other galaxy they had claimed as their home.  100 of 147 ships survived the battle at Iconia II.  They were all repaired and put at the front lines of their respective races.  The Federation was beginning to start again.  What was left of every race that stood after the battle, other than the Borg, of course, joined.  All seemed to be good.  Every officer who participated in the Battle of Iconia II was given the highest commendations by their respective worlds.  K’vash and John were given a formal apology from the Klingon Empire, and were invited to become members once again.  They were even allowed to keep the I.K.S. Chang, which was originally stolen property.  Zris and Ubaday finally made Admiral, and the Arkog house became extremely influential in Klingon politics.  Telman’lar was given a medal of valor by the Dominion, and became the most decorated Jem’Hadar of his generation.  F’sen had one of the most extravagant funerals in Bolian history.  There were even Undine there!  The Undine pulled all negative ties out of the Milky Way Galaxy, and began afresh, starting with becoming allies with the Federation.  Omat’Etan took command of the Counterpoint and was the first Jem’Hadar to captain a Starfleet flagship.  The Talaxians were granted Federation membership and were given the most powerful propulsion technology so they could visit the Alpha Quadrant whenever they felt like it.  It was not all good, however.  The few True Way, Tal Shiar, Breen, and Hirogen left after the war created a new society called Shadow Beneath the Sun, and followed the Iconians to their home galaxy.  They, unlike the Iconians, did not back off, and continued secret operations in the Milky Way Galaxy.  Admiral Quinn was assassinated by their forces.  Admiral Cyrus Lyctan asked to be taken to a mental asylum and was treated for depression and PTSD.  He eventually managed to become well enough to live with his wife again, but he was never the same man after the Iconian War.  The Federation now relies on the Zirconian Fleet as its primary line of defense ships.  Of course, the only officers who continued on working in space are: Ubaday, Zris, Telman’lar, and Omat’Etan.

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The Calm Before the Storm

 

 

As I looked over the assembled crew, I took in a deep breath. Despite having faced dozens of alien races over the decades, I was overcome with nervousness. At that moment, I almost wished to have confronted the Borg instead. Taking in a deep breath, I walked out to the podium and began my speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen; comrades in arms. It has been an honor to serve aboard this fine ship with you as your captain. We have served here together for many years and have come to know the Enterprise as home. But as you well know, we have been thrust into a war in which our very freedom is at stake. I share with you the fear, the despair of the coming storm. The road ahead will be arduous, but never forget what we are fighting for. Never let the enemy take away your freedom. As I speak, we are traveling to the Chin’toka system. There is no guarantee that we will survive, but while we do, remember that we fight for the Federation. All I ask of you is that if we die, we go in the spirit of the crews whose proud legacy we now carry. I pray for a day where war is no longer necessary, so that our children may not know the sorrows of it. And like a thousand other commanders on a thousand other battlefields, I pray for the dawn.”

Trying to maintain my composure and holding back the tears in my eyes, my voice trembling as I said it, I issued by far the most solemn and despairing order in my entire career as a captain: “All hands, Red Alert. Man your battle stations.”

Contrary to the bustling that I had expected to take place after I issued the order, there was an unnerving sense of quiet as I made my way to the bar in Ten Forward where Guinan waited most days. The serenity of the corridor as it snaked throughout the deck was lost to the silent flashes of red and the omnipresence of an inevitable and looming death. Oddly, that Data hadn’t appeared beside me as I walked perturbed me. Normally that walking bucket of bolts and computer chips would have found me by now.

The sight when I entered Ten Forward was not one of sorrow or despair, but rather one of festivity. Will turned and rose his glass champagne. “To Captain Jean- Luc Picard, the best captain and friend anyone could ask for. May we follow him to hell and back.”

A chorus of “Hear, Hears!” broke out among the crew. Even Guinan joined in, raising her mug in a gesture of a salute. Deanna appeared behind me, and, pulling me aside, asked if I wanted anything to drink to calm down my shaking nerves. “Tea, Earl Grey, hot please,” I responded, half yelling over the din. As she went to go get it, Dr. Crusher asked me to say a few words to calm everyone. Always one to sooth others, I obliged.

“Time… time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived. I have been grateful to have shared in so many memories with all of you, and I would never change any of them. If we are to lose this fight, may we meet again on greener pastures. But for now, let us enjoy ourselves.”

Among the chorus of songs and laughter, I asked Will where Data was. “Oh, him? He’s going over the battle plans with Worf and Captain Sisko right now. Apparently Data saw flaws in his plans,” Will said, laughing at the same time.

“Really? And what ‘problems’ did he see?” I inquired, amused.

“Data said, and I quote, ‘There appears to be a lack of adequate defense for our ships. We’re going to be outflanked in Sectors A and B.’”

Sighing and shaking my head in faux dismay, I asked Will, “Doesn’t he know not to anger a Klingon?”

“For all of the knowledge he has, and there’s a lot of it, he hasn’t thought to remember it. Just as the Borg keep forgetting our will to live.”

“Will, please don’t bring them up. I still have nightmares of my assimilation.”  Despite my best efforts to hide it, the worry that crept over my face betrayed my feelings about the approaching inevitability of battle.  This was going to be the last fight for many of our ships and their crews, but to keep morale up; the captains had to keep up a steadfast appearance. I felt sorry for those on the Enterprise who had left their families behind for what would most likely be the last time; their lives soon to be extinguished, never allowed to see their children grow up. But for the first time in my life, serenity washed over me, smothering the grim realities of life.

            “Captain Tanis has a message for you, sir,” an ensign reported.

            “I’ll take it in my Ready Room,” I said, a little curtly, I might add. In an instant, I apologized to her and asked her name. She could not have been more than twenty six, and must have been recently assigned to the Enterprise. Her eyes, though hopeful on the surface, swam with worry about the coming battle.

            “Charlotte, sir,” she replied, standing at attention.

            “No need to be so stiff right now. Have some fun. This is the perfect chance to relax before the battle.”

            She took a more relaxed posture, but still she fidgeted a little. “ I know, sir. But I can’t keep worrying about what will happen to my family if I die.”

            “Listen, Charlotte,” I replied, lowering my voice a little. “Everyone aboard the Enterprise has that on their minds right now. I worry that I’ll fail in the battle and cause needless deaths. But it’s the little things like this party that calm our nerves. Go call your family and tell them you love them no matter what, that they are what keeps you going. Don’t worry about what if, instead think about what you will try to do. Do your best to survive. If you need to, stop fighting for the Federation or Starfleet; instead focus on fighting for them. Survive.”

            Her eyes brightened with true hope and joy for a bit. “Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down,” she said, surprising me with a hug.

            “After this battle, I’ll recommend you for special leave Ensign. If you’d like, you and your family can vacation at my home in La Barre, France. I’m not there enough lately, so it needs the occasional human touch. Now, if you will excuse me. I must take this message. And pardon for wasting your time.”

            I turned away from her and walked over to will as he was setting down his trombone.

“Number One,” I asked Will, “can you keep this party going? I have a message I must take.”

“Yes, Captain. Give Tanis my condolences on his son.”

“I shall.”

When I got to my Ready Room, Jacob Tanis, an old friend from the Academy, was on-screen, waiting. The events of the past few months had weighed heavily on him. His already graying hair had turned completely white and receded. His once jovial expression had turned grim, wrinkles creasing across his face and making his eyes seem more sunken than they already were. It appeared as if he had not eaten anything in weeks.

“Jean- Luc, congratulations on the new ship. I didn’t think they’d have you participating, considering that it’s new,” he said in a raspy voice.

“Thanks, Tanis. Actually, I volunteered. This is the perfect chance for Enterprise to prove her worth. I’m surprised they let you join. I thought you were still teaching at Starfleet.”

“Let’s just say, once I saw your name come up, I couldn’t resist.”

I pondered over memories of the Academy, how back then there were many more of us, all eager to follow in the footsteps of the notorious Captain Kirk. Back then we were all young, hopeful, and ready to sacrifice ourselves for the Federation if needed. Now most of us have either died or retired, and the time for our sacrifice is at hand. I thought for a brief moment that maybe it was time to pass the torch, to let the youth of now make history.

“Care for a toast?” I asked, eager to share in a drink with him.

“Sure. The old motto, then?”

I agreed, and in unison, we recited our class motto, “Recordamini prioris, in praesenti futuri certaminis.”  Remember the past, live in the present, fight for the future. The oath we all took the day we graduated rang clear in my mind as I spoke those words. It reminded me how all of Starfleet at one point swore the same oath, how it must flash to them every time they make decisions. Yet at the same time, it reminded me of my- our- duty to protect no matter the cost.

            Just as we had finished our toast, the link cut out; instead being replaced with Admiral Ross’ insignia and voice: “We are approaching the Chin’toka system. All hands, prepare for war.”

            The klaxons started blaring, and I knew that it was the same on every other ship. So, it has begun. I sighed, and headed to the bridge.

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The Teachings of Surak

The Teachings of Surak

Translated from the original Vulcan

by Gregory Hoover

The understanding of many great things has been revealed to us through logic. Concerning these things, Surak should always be remembered. For it is necessary, not only for Vulcans, but even for outsiders, to be competent, both in speaking and in writing, so as to become wise.

The wise Surak, after he gave himself fully to a diligent study of logic, also chose to teach, so that those who desire to learn logic and to become skillful in these things would be more and more attentive in mind, and would be strengthened to live according to the principles of logic.

And so, I encourage you to approach with understanding, and to perform the reading with attentive study, and to be patient in these things when we may seem, while pursuing the image of logic, to fall short in the translation of the words of Surak; for Vulcan words lose layers of meaning when they are translated into English.

And not only these words, but also the principles of logic itself, and of all the sages, have no small difference from when they have been spoken in their own language.

While spending many years on the planet Vulcan as a Starfleet Chaplain, I learned a great deal from the followers of Surak.  I have tried to translate the ancient teachings faithfully, but often the nearest English words simply did not carry the same “feeling” as the original.  The Teachings of Surak was originally translated into English by Skon, father of Sarek, forefather of Spock.[1]  Nevertheless, words and meanings change over times, and I considered it to be both good and necessary for me to apply some significant diligence and labor in order to translate the Teachings of Surak into Federation Standard English.
After much attentiveness to logic and history over a length of time, I brought to a close these things being considered, so as to offer this book for those who are willing to apply their mind, and to learn how to conduct their way of life.  This teaching is for those who have decided to form their life in accord with the principles of the logic of the Supreme Intelligence, as taught by the wise Surak.

The Teachings of Surak: Part I

1

Logic is the boundary of meaning and reason.
Logic is the mother of all creation.
Freed from emotion, one can see the                                                                                                                      hidden logic.                                                                                                                                                              Being ruled by emotion,                                                                                                                                       one can only see one’s own limitations.                                                                                                                  Yet logic and reason
emerge from the same source.
This source is called the logos.
Logic born from the logos is
the beginning of all wisdom.

2

Being and non-being produce each other.
Difficult and easy complement each other.
Long and short define each other.
High and low oppose each other.
Therefore the wise Vulcan
can act without doing anything
and teach without saying a word.                                                                                                                       Things come her way                                                                                                                                              and she does not stop them;
things leave and she lets them go.
She owns without possessing,
and acts without any expectations.
When her work is done, she takes no credit.
That is why it will last forever.

3

The wise Vulcan leads by
clarifying the people’s thoughts,
filling their bellies,
taming their ambitions,
and making them become strong.                                                                                                         Preferring simplicity and freedom from emotions,
the wise Vulcan avoids the pitfalls of wrong action.
For those who practice non-doing,
everything will fall into place.
We have differences.                                                                                                                                           May we, together,                                                                                                                                            become greater than                                                                                                                                              the sum of both of us.

4

Logic is like an empty container:
it can never be emptied and can never be filled.
Infinitely deep, it is the source of all things.
It dulls the sharp, unties the knotted,
shades the lighted, and unites all of creation with dust.
Logic is often hidden but always present.                                                                                                   There is no offense where none is taken.

5

Logic and reason are impartial;
they treat all humanoids as equals.                                                                                                                  The wise Vulcan doesn’t take sides.
The space between logic and reason is like a bellows;
it is empty, yet has not lost its power.
The more it is used, the more it produces;
the more you say about it, the less you understand.
It is better not to speak of things                                                                                                                          you do not comprehend.

6

The Katra of logic is immortal.
It is called the Great Mother
because it gives birth to logic and reason.
It is like a vapor,
barely seen but always present.
Use it effortlessly.                                                                                                                                                      A flagon fills drop by drop.
Nobility lies in logic not in name.

7

Logic is eternal,
and the reason is long enduring.
Why do they last forever?
They do not live for themselves;
thus they are present for all beings.
The wise Vulcan puts himself last,
and finds himself in the place of authority.
He detaches himself from all things;
therefore he is united with all things.
He gives no thought to self.
He is perfectly fulfilled.
The needs of the many outweigh                                                                                                                         the needs of the few, or the one.

8

As far as you are able, do not kill.                                                                                                                         Can you return life to what you kill?                                                                                                              Then be slow to take life.                                                                                                                                     The supreme good is like water,
which benefits all of creation
without trying to compete with it.
It gathers in hidden places.
Thus it is like logic.
The location makes the dwelling good.
Depth of understanding makes the mind good.
A logical mind makes life good.
Accomplishments make your work good.
Proper timing makes a decision good.                                                                                                                    Only when there is no competition
will we all live in peace.
The spear in the other’s heart                                                                                                                                   is the spear in your own.

9

The sharper the knife
the easier it is to dull.
The more wealth you possess
the harder it is to protect.
Pride brings its own trouble.
When you have accomplished your goal
simply walk away.
This is the path to logic.
Do no harm to those that harm you.                                                                                                                    Offer them peace,                                                                                                                                                   and then you will have peace.

10

Nurture the logos of your katra
until you become whole.
While you cleanse your inner vision
will you be found without fault?
Can you guide people and lead them
without forcing your will on them?
When logic gives and takes away
can you be content with the outcome?
When you understand all things
can you step back from your                                                                                                                                     own understanding?
To produce, yet not to control:
This is the mysterious virtue.                                                                                                                                    The wise Vulcan seeks peace                                                                                                                                    because it is the only way to live.

11

All transgression arise because of thoughtlessness.                                                                                                                                              If mind is transformed can bad behavior remain?                                                                                                                                               There is no other wisdom and                                                                                                                                                                                        no other hope for us but                                                                                                                                                                                                that we grow wise.

12

Too much activity deranges the mind.
Too much wealth induces crime.
The wise Vulcan acts on what she thinks                                                                                                         and not what she sees.
Reach out to others courteously.                                                                                                                        Accept their reaching in the same way,                                                                                                          with careful hands.

13

Success is as dangerous as failure,
and we are often our own worst enemy.
An insincere and evil friend                                                                                                                                      is more to be feared than a wild animal;                                                                                                             a animal may injure your body,                                                                                                                        but an evil friend will injure your mind.                                                                                                      Perceive the whole world as if it were your self;
then you will truly care for all things.
Time is a path from the past to the future                                                                                                             and back again.                                                                                                                                                       The present is the crossroads of both.

14

Look for logic, and it cannot be seen.
Listen for logic, and it cannot be heard.
Grasp for logic, and it cannot be caught.
These three cannot be further described,
so is the logos from which logic flows.
Unending, unnamable,
Formless forms, and being becomes,
subtle, beyond all understanding.                                                                                                                        Pure Logic Itself.
Approach logic and you will not see a beginning;
follow it and there will be no end.
When we grasp the logic of the wise Vulcan,
we can use it to direct our life today.
To know the ancient origin of logic:
this is the beginning of wisdom.

15

The Vulcans of old were profound
and knew the ways of subtlety and discernment.
Their wisdom is beyond our comprehension.                                                                                               Better than a thousand empty words,                                                                                                                  is one word that brings peace.                                                                                                                            The wise Vulcan doesn’t seek fulfillment.
For only those who are not full are able to be used
which brings the feeling of completeness.

16

The needs of the many outweigh                                                                                                                        the needs of the few or the one.
All creatures in the universe
return to the point where they began.
Returning to the source is tranquility
because we submit to logic’s mandate.
Returning to logic’s mandate is called being wise.
Knowing this constancy is called ‘enlightenment’.
The wise Vulcan can accept things as they are.
By accepting things as they are, we become impartial.
By being impartial, we become one with logic.
By being one with logic, we become one with logos.
Being one with logos, we are no longer concerned about
loosing our life because we know logos is constant
and we are one with the All-ness in All.

17

The most excellent Vulcans are those the people                                                                                                 hardly know exist.
The greatest Vulcans value their words,                                                                                                         and use them sparingly.
When he has accomplished his task,
the people say, “Facinating;
we did it, all by ourselves.”
Change is the essential                                                                                                                                            process of all existence.
But chaos is inherent in all things.                                                                                                                    Only logic brings order out of chaos.

18

Embrace simplicity.
Put others first.
Value logic over emotion.                                                                                           Do not dwell in the past,                                                                                                do not dream of the future,                                                                                        concentrate the mind on                                                                                                  the present moment.
Only then will you be free.                                                                                        Even death is not to be feared by                                                                              one who has lived wisely.

19

The greatest virtue you can have
comes from following pure logic.
Even though logic is ethereal and elusive,
we are able to know it exists.
Untouchable and ambiguous,                                                                                                                                 yet it has a manifestation.
Secluded and dark, yet there is strength within it.
It’s power is very genuine.
Within it we can find order.
Since the beginning of time,                                                                                                                                 logic has always existed.
It is beyond existing and non-existing.
How do I know where logic comes from?
I look inside myself and see it.

20

The wise Vulcan embraces logic,
as an example for the world to follow.
Because he isn’t self centered,
people can see the light in him.
Because she does not boast of herself,
she becomes a shining example.
Because he does not glorify himself,
he becomes a person of merit.
Because she wants nothing from the world,
the world can not overcome her logic.
Hatred will not cease by more hatred,                                                                                                                but only by logic;                                                                                                                                                        this is the eternal principle.

The Teachings of Surak: Part II

1

Logic is the foundation of our civilization, with which we ascend from chaos, using reason as our guide.                                                                                                                                                                               The Vulcan is born with an intrinsic sense that the universe is guided by an intelligence.                                                                                                                                                                          All logic is from this Supreme Intelligence, and has always been with him, and is before all time.
Who has numbered the sand of the sea, and the drops of the rain, and the days of the world?       Who has measured the height of Sha Ka Ree, and the breadth of the earth, and the depth of the abyss?
Who has examined the wisdom of the Supreme Intelligence, which precedes all things?
Wisdom was created before all things, and the understanding of prudence is before all time.
The logos is the source of wisdom, whose steps are eternal commandments.
To whom has the root of logic been revealed, and who has recognized her astuteness?
To whom has the discipline of wisdom been revealed and made manifest? And who has understood the infinite diversity of her steps?
Awaken to a’Tha, the constant Vulcan awareness of the omnipotent Creator.                                       He is One, and he is the Supreme Intelligence, and he is the sovereign Logos.                                      He created wisdom through divine logic, and he saw her, and numbered her, and measured her.
And he poured her over all his works, and over all flesh, to the extent of his favor, and he has offered her to those who logic him.
The understanding of logos is wisdom, and honor, and rejoicing, and a crown of exultation.
The study of logic will delight the mind, and will give joy and gladness and length of days.
It will be well, in the very end, for him who understands the logos, and on the day that he passes away, he will be blessed.
The gift of the Supreme Intelligence is logic.
And those to whom she will appear for their consideration honor her because of what they see and know of her great works.
The understanding of logos is the beginning of wisdom, and was created with the faithful, and walks with elect women, and is known by the just and the faithful.
The application of logos is the practice of logic.
Sanctity will guard and justify the mind, and will bestow happiness and joy.
It will be well with him who understand the logos, and at the consummation of his days, he will be blessed.
To seek logos is the fullness of logic, and it is fullness from its fruits.
The wise Vulcan will fill his mental house with her thoughts, and storehouses from her treasures of reason and understanding.
The understanding of logic is the crown of wisdom, the completion of peace, and the fruit of salvation.
And the understanding of logos has seen and numbered wisdom; but both are gifts of the Supreme Intelligence.
Wisdom will distribute knowledge and an understanding of prudence; and she lifts up the glory of those who hold to her.
The root of wisdom is to seek logic, and its branches are long-lived.
In the treasures of wisdom is understanding and the sanctity of knowledge. But to the unwise, logic is an abomination.
The understanding of logos expels error.
For he who is without fear is not able to be justified. For the disposition of his katra is his undoing.
Those who are patient and logical may suffer for a brief time, but afterwards, serenity will return.
A logical mind will hide his words for a brief time, and then the lips of many will declare his understanding.
Among the treasures of wisdom is the outward sign of discipline.
But to those who are unwise, even the study of the Supreme Intelligence becomes distorted.
My children, if you desire logic, observe justice, and then the Supreme Intelligence will offer it to you.
For the understanding of logic is wisdom and discipline.
And what pleases the wise is reason and logic. And so shall he complete his treasures.
You should not be incredulous to the understanding of logos. And you should not draw close to him who has a dishonest mind.
You should not be a hypocrite, and you should not scandalize with your lips.
Attend to these things, otherwise you may fall and bring dishonor to your katra.
And then the Supreme Intelligence may uncover your secrets, and he may cast you down forcefully in the midst of the gathering.
And so, always remember the value of infinite diversity in infinite combinations.

2

The mind controls the body; control the mind and the body will follow.                                                                                                  My children, when you apply yourself to the service of the Supreme Intelligence, stand in reason and in logic, and prepare your katra for temptation.
Sharpen your mind, and persevere. Incline your ear, and accept words of understanding. And you should not hurry away in the time of distress.
Endure persistently for the Supreme Intelligence. Join yourself to the Supreme Intelligence, and persevere, so that your life may increase in the very end.
Accept everything that will happen to you, and persevere in your struggle, and have patience in your challenges.
For material riches are tested in fire, yet truly, acceptable men are tested in the furnace of challenge.
Understand and accept the Supreme Intelligence, and he will restore you to health. And straighten your way, and hope in him. Observe his teachings, and grow old in it.
You who seek logic, wait for his teaching. And do not turn away from him, lest you fall.
You who seek logic, believe in him. And your reward will not be taken away.
You who seek logic, hope in him. And mercy will approach you, to your delight.
You who seek logic, study him. And your minds will be illuminated.
My children, consider the nations of men, and know that not one of them hoped in the logos and was perplexed.
For who has remained in his commandment and been abandoned? Or who has called upon him, and yet he despised him?
For the Supreme Intelligence is upright and merciful, and he will forgive errors in the day of tribulation. And he is the Protector to all those who seek him in truth.
Woe to the duplicitous mind, and to the wicked lips, and to the hands that do evil, and to the fool who walks the earth by two ways.
Woe to the dissolute in mind, which do not trust the Supreme Intelligence.
Woe to those who have lost endurance, and who have abandoned upright ways, and who have turned aside to depraved ways.
And what will they do when the Logos begins to examine them?
Those who seek logic will not be unbelieving toward his Word. And those who logic him will keep to his way.
Those who seek logic will seek the things that are well-pleasing to him. And those who logic him will be filled with his law.
Those who seek logic will prepare their minds, and they will sanctify their katras in his sight.

3

The children of wisdom are the Temple of the just: and their fruit is respect and logic.
Sons and daughters, listen to the judgment of your parents, and act accordingly, so that you may be set free.
For the Supreme Intelligence has honored the parents in the children, and, when seeking the judgment of the mother, he has confirmed it in the children.
He who seeks the Supreme Intelligence will keep himself away from error, and will be heeded in the prayers of his days.
And, like one who stores up treasure, so also is he who honors his mother.
He who honors his parents will find happiness in his own children, and he will be heeded in the day of his prayer.
He who honors his parents will live a long life. And he who obeys his father will be refreshing to his mother.
He who understands the logos honors his parents, and he will serve them as masters, for it is they who conceived him.
In word and deed, and in all things, honor your parents with patience,
so that a blessing may come to you from him, and so that his blessing may remain to the very end.
Children, support your parents in their old age, and do not grieve them in their lives.
And if his mind should fail, show kindness; and do not spurn him when you are in your strength.
And you will be built up in justice, and you will be remembered in the day of tribulation. And your errors will dissolve like ice in warm weather.
What illogic has he who forsakes his father, and whoever disrespects his mother is lost.
Son, perform your works in meekness, and you shall be logical beyond the glory of men.
However great you may be, humble yourself in all things, and you will find grace in the presence of the Supreme Intelligence.
For only the power of the Supreme Intelligence is great, and he is honored by the humble.
You should not seek the things that are too high for you, and you should not examine the things that are beyond your ability. But as for the things that the Supreme Intelligence has entrusted to you, consider these always. It is not necessary for you to see with your own eyes the things that are hidden; let logic be your guide.
For many things have been revealed to you, beyond the understanding of men.
Yet uncertainty in these things has also undermined many persons and has detained their minds in vane.
A hardened mind will have evil in the very end, and he who seeks peril will perish in it.
A mind advancing in two directions will not have success, and the depraved mind will be scandalized in this way.
A wicked mind will be burdened with sorrows, and a fool will add further errors.                                 The temple of the arrogant will not be healed. For the stalk of illogic will take root in them, and it will not be understood.
The mind of the wise is sharpened by logic, and a good ear will listen to wisdom.
A wise and understanding mind will abstain from errors, and will have success in works of justice.
Water extinguishes a burning fire, and almsgiving withstands errors.
And the Supreme Intelligence is the watchman for him who repays thoughtfulness.                                                                                                                 .

4

You have heard the saying, “T’kal ni narak alat N’garkar ack” [“Midday sun, Soul Eater come”].                                                                                                                                                                        But I tell you, the potential for both good and evil lie within you.                                                            My children, you should not cheat the poor out of alms, nor should you avert your eyes from a poor person.
You should not despise the famished katra, and you should not aggravate a poor man in his need.
You should not afflict the mind of the needy, and you should not delay an offer to someone in anguish.
You should not make requests of one who is greatly troubled, and you should not avert your face from the indigent.
You should not avert your eyes from the needy out of anger. And you should not abandon those who seek help from you, so that they speak curses behind your back.
For the pleadings of him who speaks curses of you, in the bitterness of his katra, will be heeded. For the One who made him will heed him.
Make yourself a friend to the gathering of the poor, and humble your katra before an elder, and humble your head before the wise.
Turn your ear without sadness toward the poor, and repay your debt, and respond to him peacefully in meekness.
Free him who suffers injury at the hand of the arrogant, and do not carry animosity in your katra.
In judging, be merciful to the orphan, like a father, and be merciful to their mother, like a husband.
And then you shall be like an obedient son of the One, and he will take pity on you more than a mother would.
Wisdom breathes life into her sons, and she lifts up those who are seeking her, and she will precede them in the way of justice.
And he who remembers her remembers life. And those who watch for her shall embrace her delights.
Those who hold to her will inherit life. And whatever place she enters, The Supreme Intelligence will bless.
Those who serve her will yield to what is holy. And the Supreme Intelligence seeks those who seek logic.
He who listens to her shall judge the nations. And he who gazes upon her will remain secure.
If he believes in her, he will inherit her, and whatever arises from him will be confirmed.
For she walks with him through temptation, and she chooses him from the beginning.
She will lead logically, and she will crucify him with the tribulation of her doctrine, until she has tested him in his thoughts and she can trust in his katra.
And then she will strengthen him, and lead him along a straight path, and rejoice in him.
And she will disclose her secrets to him, and she will store up treasure, of the knowledge and understanding of justice, in him.
But if he has wandered astray, she will leave him behind, and she will deliver him into the hands of his enemy.
Son, be continually observant, and keep away from evil.
For the sake of your katra, you should not be ashamed to speak the truth.
For there is a shame that brings error, and there is a shame that brings glory and grace.
You should not accept a face contrary to your own face, nor should you accept a lie contrary to your own katra.
You should not enjoy the fall of your neighbor.
Neither should you withhold words at an opportunity for salvation. You should not conceal your wisdom in her beauty.
For logic is discerned within speech; understanding and knowledge are discerned in the words of those who understand, and by their steadfastness in the works of logic.
You should not contradict a word of logic in any way. Otherwise, by a falsehood born of ignorance, you will be confused.
You should not be ashamed to confess your errors, but do not subject yourself to anyone because of fear.
Do not choose to stand against the face of the foolish, for you should not strive against the current of the river.
Suffer for logic, on behalf of your katra, and struggle, even unto death, on behalf of logic, and the Supreme Intelligence will “fight” against your enemies on your behalf.
Do not choose to be quick with your words, nor unproductive or neglectful in your thoughts.
Do not choose to be like a lion in your house, distressing those of your household, and oppressing those who are subject to you.
Do not let your hand be open when receiving, but closed when giving.

5                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Do not choose to seek iniquitous possessions, and you should not say: “I have all I need in life.” For it will be of no benefit to you in the time of retribution and darkness.
You should pursue, in your strength, the desires of your mind.
And you should not say: “How powerful am I?” or, “Who will cast me down because of my deeds?” For the Supreme Intelligence will vindicate with vengeance.
Do not be willing to be without fear concerning a forgiven error, and you should not add error upon error.
And you should not say: “The compassion of the Logos is great; he will take pity on the multitude of my errors.”
For both mercy and wrath go forth quickly from him, and his wrath sets its gaze upon the unwise.
You should not delay being converted to the logos, and you should not set it aside from day to day.
Do not choose to be anxious for unjust wealth. For these things will not benefit you in the day of darkness and retribution.
You should not winnow in every wind, and you should not go forth into every path. For so is every fool proven by his duplicitous tongue.
Be steadfast in the way of the logos and in the truth of your understanding and knowledge, and let words of peace and logic overtake you.
Be meek when listening to a word, so that you may understand. And offer a true response in wisdom.
If you understand, then answer your neighbor. But if you do not, then let your hand be over your mouth, so that you are not caught by an inept word, and then illogical.
Honor and glory are in the words of those who understand, yet truly, the tongue of the imprudent man is his undoing.
You should not be called a whisperer, and you should not be caught by your own tongue, and then confounded.
For confusion and remorse is upon a thief, and a wicked mark is upon the double-tongued; but for the whisperer, there is hatred and animosity and disgrace.
Justify the small and the great similarly.

6

Do not be willing to become an enemy instead of a friend to your neighbor. For an evil man will inherit reproach and disgrace, as will every fool who is envious and double-tongued.
You should not extol yourself, like a bull, in the depths of your katra, lest perhaps your strength may be cast down through foolishness,
which would consume your leaves, and destroy your fruit, and leave you behind like a dry tree in the desert.
For a wicked katra will destroy the one who has it. For it gladly provides enemies to him, and it will lead him to the fate of the impious.
A sweet word multiplies friends and mitigates enemies. And thankful words abound in a good man.
Allow many to be at peace with you, but allow one out of a thousand to be your counselor.
Distance yourself from your enemies, and pay attention to your allies.
A faithful friend is a strong shelter, and whoever has found one has found a treasure.
Nothing is comparable to a faithful friend, and no weight of silver or gold is worth more than the goodness of his fidelity.
A faithful friend is a medicine for life and immortality; and those who seek logic will find one.
He who seeks the Supreme Intelligence will have a similar good friendship, because his friend will be like him.
Son, from your youth receive instruction, and then you will find wisdom, even to your grey hairs.
Approach logic like one who plows and sows, and then wait for her good fruits.
For in doing her work, you will labor a little, but you will soon eat from her produce.
How exceedingly harsh is logic to unlearned men and women.                                                                For logic is in accord with her name, and she is not manifest to many. But she continues with those by whom she is recognized, even in the sight of the Supreme Intelligence.
Listen, son, and accept an understanding counsel, for you should not discard my advice.                                                                                                                                                                       Set your feet in her fetters and your neck in her chains.
Incline your shoulder, and carry her, for you will not be grieved by her bindings.
Approach her with all your katra, and serve her ways with all your strength.
Examine her, and she will be revealed to you, and when you have obtained her, you should not abandon her.
For, in the very end, you will find rest in her, and she will turn into your delight.
Then her fetters will be a strong protection and a firm foundation for you, and her chains will be a robe of glory.
For in her is the beauty of life, and her bindings are a healing bandage.
You will be clothed with her as with a robe of glory, and you will set her upon your head like a crown of rejoicing.
Son, if you heed me, you will learn. And if you adapt your mind, you will be wise.
If you incline your ear, you will receive doctrine. And if you logic to listen, you will be wise.
Stand among the multitude of prudent elders, and join yourself to their logic from the mind, so that you may be able to hear every discourse about the Supreme Intelligence, and so that the proverbs of praise may not flee from you.
And if you see a man of understanding, stand watch for him, and let your feet wear down the steps of his doors.
Set your thoughts on the principles of the Supreme Intelligence, and he himself will give a mind to you, and the principles of logic will be given to you.

7

Do not choose to do evil, and evil will not take hold of you.
Withdraw from the iniquitous, and evil will withdraw from you.
Son, do not sow evil in the furrows of injustice, and you will not reap them sevenfold.
Do not seek a role of leadership from the logos, and do not seek a seat of honor from the king.
You should not justify yourself before the Supreme Intelligence, for he is the knower of minds. And by no means should you pretend to seem wise before the king.
Do not seek to become a judge, unless you have sufficient strength to shatter iniquities. Otherwise, you might fear the face of the powerful, and so establish a scandal within your integrity.
You should not error against the multitude of a city, nor should you cast yourself against the people.
And you should not bind two errors together. For even in one error, you will not go unpunished.
Do not be cowardly in your katra.
You should not say: “The Supreme Intelligence will look with favor on the multitude of my gifts, and when I make an offering to the Supreme Intelligence, he will accept my gift.”
You should not ridicule a man in bitterness of katra. For there is One who humbles and who exalts: the all-seeing Intelligence.
Do not be willing to devise a lie of any kind.
Do not choose to be verbose among a multitude of elders, and you should not repeat the words of your prayers.
You should not hate laborious works, nor the rustic life created by the One.
You should not consider yourself to be among the multitude of the undisciplined.
Remember wrath, for it will be your undoing.
Humble your katra greatly.                                                                                                                                 Do not betray your friend for the sake of money, and you should not spurn your dearest brother for the sake of gold.
Do not choose to depart from a good and understanding wife, whom you have been allotted in the understanding of logos. For the beauty of her logic is above gold.
You should not harm the servant whose works are honest, nor the hired hand who entrusts his life to you.
Let an understanding servant be loved by you like your own katra. You should not cheat him out of freedom, nor abandon him to destitution.
Are cattle yours? Tend to them. And if they are useful, let them remain with you.
Are children yours? Instruct them, and bow them down from their childhood.
With your whole mind, honor your father. And you should not forget the concerns of your mother.
Remember that you would not have been born except through them. And so, give back to them as they also have done for you.
With all your katra, seek logic, and consider his priests to be holy.
With all your strength, logic him who made you, and you should not abandon his ministers.
Honor the Supreme Intelligence with your whole katra, and confer honor on the priests, and continue to purify yourself with your strength.
You should offer to the logos the gift of your logic, and the sacrifice of sanctification, and the first-fruits of what is sacred.
And reach out your hand to the poor, so that your atonement and your blessing may be perfected.
A gift has grace in the sight of all the living, but you should not prohibit grace for the dead.
You should not fail to console those who are weeping, nor to walk with those who are mourning.
Do not let yourself be slow to visit the sick. For in this way, you will be confirmed in logic.
In all your works, remember your very end, and so you will not error, unto eternity.

8

You should not quarrel with a powerful man, lest perhaps you may fall into his hands.
You should not contend with a wealthy man, lest perhaps he may bring an action against you.
For gold and silver have destroyed many, and have reached and corrupted even the minds of kings.
You should not quarrel with a man who is full of words, for you should not cast wood upon his fire.
You should not confide in an ignorant man, lest he speak evil about your honor.
You should not despise a man who turns himself away from error, nor reproach him with it. Remember that we are all subject to correction.
You should not spurn a man in his old age, for we are all subject to growing old.
Do not be willing to rejoice at the death of your enemy, knowing that we all die, and that we do not want others rejoice over us.
You should not despise the discourse of those who are old and wise; instead, ponder their proverbs, for from them, you will learn wisdom and intelligent doctrine, so as to serve great men without blame.
Do not allow the discourse of your elders to pass you by, for they have learned from their fathers.
And from them, you will learn understanding, and you will learn what response to give in a time of necessity.
You should not kindle the coals of the unwise by arguing with them, for you might be scorched by the flame from the fire of their errors.
You should not stand against the face of a contemptuous person, otherwise he may sit down as if waiting in ambush against your words.
You should not lend to a man who is stronger than you, but if you do lend, consider it lost.
You should not promise beyond your ability, but if you do promise, consider how to fulfill it.
You should not judge another Vulcan, for the wise Vulcan judges no one.
You should not go forth on the way with an audacious man, lest perhaps he may burden you with his evils; for he goes forth according to his own will, and you will perish with him in his folly.
You should not start a conflict with an angry man, and you should not go into the desert with an audacious man; for shedding blood is nothing to him, and in a place where there is no help for you, he will overthrow you.
You should not hold counsel with the foolish; for they are not able to logic anything except what pleases them.
You should not take counsel in the sight of an outsider, for you do not know what he will do next.
You should not reveal your mind to every man, lest perhaps he may offer a false kindness to you, and then speak reproachfully about you.

9

You should not give authority over your katra to anyone, lest they obtain your strength, and then you would be confounded.
You should not give your katra to anything, lest you destroy yourself and your inheritance.
You should not be continually in need of entertainment, nor should you be persuaded by it, lest perhaps you may perish by its effectiveness.
Do not choose to look around in the streets of the city, nor should you wander along its thoroughfares.
You should not abandon an old friend, for a new one will not be similar to him.
A new friend is like fresh tea; let it steep, and then you will enjoy drinking it.
You should not envy the glory and wealth of a fool, for you do not know what may be his undoing in the future.
Keep yourself far from a man having the power to kill, and then you will not have the fear of death suspended over you.
But if you do approach him, do nothing to offend, lest perhaps he may take away your life.
Know that this is a communion with death, for you would be entering the midst of snares, and walking upon the arms of the grieving.
According to your ability, be cautious of your neighbor, and treat him as the wise and prudent would.
Let just men be your companions, and let your glory be in the logic of the Supreme Intelligence.
And let the thought of the Supreme Intelligence be in your mind, and let all your discourse be on the precepts of the One.
Works will be praised for the hands of the artists, and a leader of the people will be praised for the wisdom of his words, yet truly, the word of the elders will be praised for its understanding.
A man full of words is a dread to his city, but one who speaks rashly will be hated for his word.

10

A wise Vulcan can guide his people, and the leadership of an understanding person will be steadfast.
As the judge of the people is, so also are his assistants. And whatever kind of man or woman the ruler of a city is, of such a kind also are those who live in it.
A foolish king will be the ruin of his people, for cities will be inhabited through the understanding of those with power.
Power over the planet Vulcan is in the hand of the Supreme Intelligence, and, in due time, he will raise up a logical leader over the T’Khasi.
The prosperity of a person is in the hand of the Creator, and he will place his honor above the face of the scribe.
You should forgive all injury done to you by your neighbor, and you should do nothing among the works of injury.
Arrogance is illogical in the sight of the Supreme Intelligence and of men, and all iniquity among the nations is abominable.
A clan is transferred from one people to another because of injustices, and injuries, and contempt, and every kind of deceit.
There is nothing more iniquitous than to obsess on wealth, for such a one has sold even his own katra. For in his life, he casts aside his innermost being.
All power is of short life. A prolonged sickness is of grave concern to a physician.
A physician causes a sickness to be shortened. So also, a king is here today, and tomorrow he will die.
For when a foolish person dies, he will inherit serpents, and wild beasts, and worms.
The beginning of the downfall of man is separation from logic.                                                  For his mind has withdrawn from the One who made him. For arrogance is the beginning of all error. Whoever holds to it, will be filled with evil words, and it will overthrow him in the end.
The Supreme Intelligence has caused the wise to be seated in their place.
The Designer has abolished the memory of the arrogant, and he has left behind only the memory of those who are humble in mind.
Those who seek the Supreme Intelligence among the offspring of men will be honored, and those who study the principles of the logos will be blessed.            In the midst of his brothers, a ruler has honor; and those who seek logic will have honor in his eyes.
The logic of the Supreme Intelligence is the glory of the wealthy, and of the honorable, and of the wise.
Do not choose to despise a wise Vulcan who is poor, and do not choose to magnify an unwise Vulcan who is rich.
The wise Vulcan, and the thoughtful leader, and the compassionate have honor. But no one is greater than the one who seeks the Supreme Intelligence.
Those who are free will serve an understanding servant. And a prudent and disciplined man will not murmur at correction. But an ignorant man will not be honored.
Do not choose to extol yourself in doing your work, and do not be unproductive during the time of distress.
He who works, and so abounds in all things, is better than he who boasts, and so lacks bread.
Son, preserve your katra in meekness, and give it honor according to its merit.
Who will justify one who errors in his katra? And who will honor one who dishonors his katra?                                                                                                                                                                       The foundation of Vulcan Logic is the acceptance of people, things, and situations as they really are.

The Teachings of Surak: Part III

1.

Logic is the basis for everything.
Everything is created by logic, and is ruled by logic.
When I speak or act without logic, suffering follows me
as a moon follows its sun.

2.

All is logic, and logic is all.                                                                                                                                         When I speak or act with logic,                                                                                                                                peace stays with me.
It follows me like my shadow.

3.

Logic leads to deathlessness
but negligence leads to loss.
When we are logical, we need not fear death
but those who are illogical are spiritually dead already.

4.

When I persevere in logic,
diligently devoting myself to meditation and reason,
I am freed from the chains of bondage
and I transcend birth and death.

5.

If a person is logical and aware,
pure in deed, and acting with reason,
self-controlled, and following the Way of logic,
then he will be a wise Vulcan.

6.

When my use of logic awakes me from my spiritual sleep,
I climb the tower of wisdom, without fear,
and view those trapped by their ignorance.
I see without judgment those who suffer without logic.

7.

Logical among the thoughtless,
awake and aware among the sleeping,
advance like a racehorse among                                                                                                                       aged and weakened beasts.

8.

Just like a fish thrashing about
when taken from its home in the water,
so our minds will twist and shake
when taken from the world of fantasy into logic.

9.

Our minds are hard to control.
Flighty and wild, they splash about.
It is skillful to control it with logic,
because a well-tamed mind brings serenity.

10.

Your thoughts wander far and wide, traveling alone,
bodiless and naked, sheltering in a cave within you.
When you master your thoughts through logic,
you will be freed from the chains of illusion.

Thus ends the Teachings of Surak.

SOURCES:  The works of Gene Roddenberry; “Spock’s World” by Diane Duane; Starfleet Academy Vulcan Manual; Sirach; Tao Te Ching; Dhamapada; etc.

 


[1] It is of historical note that until the Kir’Shara was discovered by Captain Jonathon Archer in 2154, the Vulcan people did not have a complete version of Surak’s original teachings.

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The Secret

“Captain”, T’Pol’s voice echoed out of the intercom system.

“Go ahead”, replied Captain Jonathan Archer.

“Captain, I have something on long range sensors that you might want to see”, stated T’Pol in her even monotone voice.

“On my way”, said Archer.  He closed the intercom connection and turned to his Chief Engineer.  “Trip, continue with those upgrades, I’ll be right back”.

As he made his way to the bridge, Archer marveled at how well his ship was performing for only being out of space dock a few short months.  The mechanical operations were improving, the crew getting to know each other and he was even starting to appreciate Cook’s wide variety of meals.

The bridge door slid open and Archer stepped onto the bridge.  His primary bridge officers were at their posts: Sub-Commander T’Pol at her science station, Ensign Travis Mayweather at the helm and Ensign Hoshi Sato at her communications station.  Only his weapons officer Lieutenant Malcolm Reed was missing.  “Report”, Archer said, looking over at T’Pol.

“Captain, I’ve picked up an object on long range sensors that is not part of natural space”, responded T’Pol.

Archer walked over and leaned over her consol looking at the scans.  The Sub-Commander stepped back so as to allow the captain room.  “What do you make of it?” said Archer looking at the tiny dot and a variety of reading on the consol.

“At this distance I would speculate a small craft, perhaps an escape pod from a larger ship.”  T’Pol inched closer to Archer, “The alloy content would indicate earth metals.”

“An earth ship out here!” Archer’s voice was rising.  “You know that isn’t possible.

“It is possible, just not logical” replied T’Pol, with an odd quizzical look on her face.  “Of course it is also possible that this craft is of a species that is not in the Vulcan database”, she added.

“Let’s investigate; Travis, adjust heading to intercept.”  Archer ordered turning to his right, then turning to his left and looking past the science station he said, “Hoshi, try to communicate or raise a signal with this object.”

They both acknowledged the orders with a simultaneous “Aye sir!”  Once again Archer noted how well his new crew was learning to work together.

Several minutes pasted as the bridge officers focused on their duties before any new information was available.  But new readings only seemed to confirm T’Pol’s original theory that the object originated from earth.  Hoshi received no communication signals at all.  This made Archer uneasy.

“Malcolm to the bridge!” barked Archer into the intercom system.  “Be there in a few moments;” within 60 seconds Malcolm Reed entered the bridge.

“Malcolm, we are approaching an unknown object and we should have weapons manned” indicated Archer dryly.  “You should have been monitoring communications.”

“Sorry captain, I was re-aligning the targeting grid as we discussed this morning” Malcolm stated defensively.

“We are in uncharted space and any abnormality should generate an alert, I expect you to do perform your tasks and be alert, understood?”  Archer spat out.

“Aye captain but……” “There it is!” Travis shouted and both men stopped their dialog to look at the view screen.

The object before them was very odd looking, like a fat four legged shiny animal of sorts, picking up and reflecting a golden hue from theEnterprise’s lights as it spun slowly in space.  “Something about that looks familiar,” said Travis.

It took a moment, but one by one a surprised expression of disbelief took over every face, every face except T’Pol, who was busy with her readings.  “Captain, no atmosphere or life signs at all” she said.  She then noticed the others staring at the object with concern, shock or some kind of acknowledgement.

Travis, turning to look at the captain, spoke first, “Captain, that can’t be what I think it could be, is it?”

Archer’s face was a twisted frown with eyes furrowed and his chin covered by his right hand stroking the point nervously.  “And just what do you think that is Travis?” he said with an air of mystery.

Malcolm interrupted, “Sir that looks like……”

“The first moon lander!” shouted Travis, cutting him off.  “But that can’t be!”

Travis, Malcolm, Hoshi and Archer all started talking at once.  From their conversations came words like museum, Apollo, centuries ago, pioneers but T’Pol started drowning them out.  She had activated the Vulcan Database and was searching through archives very quickly.  Suddenly she too showed an expression of surprise; in her case is was a mere rising of the eyebrows.

“Captain, I have found a reference in the Vulcan Database,” she said evenly.

“Put it on the screen T’Pol”, Archer said impatiently.  His mind was whirling, how can this “artifact” be out here so far from earth.

Their view of the space object was soon joined by a split screen view similar object.  This image was taken in space and showed a similar craft against the backdrop of earth’s moon.  They now noticed that the object in front of them was scarred and pitted with damage presumably from space debris; a comparison of the two images showed major damage to several areas.

“According to our database, this is a lunar module, the first earth vehicle to reach earth’s moon,” T’Pol explained.

Once again the other four members of the bridge crew started talking at once.

“Captain, there is no way that this is an original moon lander,” exclaimed Hoshi.  “For one thing it would be 200 years old and if I remember correctly, part of them never left the moon.”

“She’s right Captain,” said Travis.  “This unit looks to be intact; I specifically remember from studying early space fare that the bottom is left on the moon as a launching pad for the manned upper portion.  In fact the bottom of the first moon lander is the centerpiece at the Tranquility Base museum.”

During this discussion theEnterprisehad been moving closer to the object at a reduced speed; suddenly a new light flashed in front of T’Pol.

“Captain!” said T’Pol, her voice elevated, “I’m picking up a faint power signature, atomic in nature.”

“Travis, full stop!” shouted Archer, “Malcolm this could be a trap of some sort, scan the object and surrounding space for weapons!”

Once again he heard simultaneous “Ayes!”

Suddenly the bridge doors slid open and Commander Charles “Trip” Tucker appeared.  “What’s going on up here!” he boomed.  Then his eyes went to the view screen and his jaw dropped open.  “How in dickin’s name did you get out here?”

“Recognize this Trip?” Archer said turning to face him.

“Of course I do Captain, it’s an Apollo Lunar Module that carried the first men to the moon.  But why is it out here?”  Trip said staring at the view screen in disbelief.

“That’s what we are going to find out!” Archer slowly sat down into his command chair.  “OK, first let’s find out if it is real.  T’Pol, you’ve been reviewing the Vulcan database, go to Earth Central and access old NASA records for any mission that would have put an intact Lunar Module out in space.  Trip analyze Malcolm’s scans, we need to find out where that power signature is coming from. Hoshi search for any type of communication traffic in this sector that might be related.”

Archer looked around at the group.  They all wore looks of excitement and anxiety.  “I know you all are anxious to bring this on board but we need to make sure it’s safe, you have your assignments.”

Forty-five minutes later Archer was in his quarters doing his own research.  The general information available indicated that 182 years ago earth’s first entrance into beyond orbit space began with six Apollo moon missions that were successful in placing two men on the moon each mission and returned safety to earth.  Only one mission was incomplete and that was Apollo 13, which was considered a hero’s mission.  An on-board accident cancelled the moon landing and the crew was lucky to return alive.  That mission helped put into perspective the dangers and risks involved with space travel.

“Captain”, Archer’s intercom rang out.  It was T’Pol.

“Go ahead” replied Archer.

I have some useful information concerning our unknown space object.

“On my way”, stated Archer as he smashed the intercom button and bent down to log off his computer.   The last image he saw on the screen before he turned to exit his quarters was a photo of the three Apollo 13 astronauts waving to a crowd.

As he entered the bridge, Archer once again noticed the absence of Malcolm.  “What have you got?” he said looking at T’Pol.

“The specifications of the object before us match the data in the NASA database for the Apollo program’s lunar module.  The lower portion powers the descent to the moon’s surface, the upper portion is housing for a two man crew and is the ascent stage for leaving the surface.”  T’Pol stated matter-of-factly.

“I think I know all that, it’s in the history books” said Archer. “But this one is intact and if I remember correctly none were ever missing.  What about communications?”

Hoshi looked up and shook her head.  “There’s nothing at all coming from this thing and nothing long range either for that matter” she said slowly.

Archer walked over to his command chair and punched the intercom button, “Trip do you have anything on this lunar module?” he bellowed, and then added, “Is Malcolm with you?”

“Yes on both counts Captain” was Trip’s gritty reply. “ Malcolm and I have determined that the power signature is an old low grade nuclear source and if I didn’t know differently, I’d say is was from the lower engine area.”

“What do you mean, know differently?” inquired Archer.

“Those things were fueled the old fashion way with solid rocket fuel” said Trip.  “Learned that in basic aerodynamics. This power level is not dangerous to us but it’s stronger than it should be.”

“And Captain”, Archer heard Malcolm speak up, “I can’t detect anything that looks like a weapon,” he paused, “I think we should have a look at it.”

Archer took his finger off the intercom button, sat down in his chair and pondered his choices.  They were only a few months out of space dock and he felt they had something to prove, especially to the Vulcans.  He didn’t want to be waylaid by a piece of space junk.  But this didn’t appear to be ordinary space junk; at the very least this was or could be a piece of history.

“Malcolm!” Archer punched the intercom button again; “man your station on the bridge and be sharp for any trouble.”  “Trip prepare a tractor beam to bring our friend into the shuttle bay.”

“Aye sir,” he heard them both respond.

“Travis” Archer stood up, “take us closer, 50 meters should do.”

Moving theEnterprisein closer and pulling the lunar module into the shuttle bay was easy and uneventful.  Malcolm reported no threats or anomalies from his scans of the area.

Once the shuttle door indicator showed closed Archer stood and moved toward the turbo lift doors, “Everyone keep an eye out, it could still be a trap.  T’Pol you have the bridge” he quipped, “I’ll be in the shuttle bay.”

Making his way quickly to the shuttle bay, Archer tried to make sense of this discovery.  His brief review of history in his cabin had refreshed his memory enough to send his imagination whirling.  There had to be an explanation for an old lunar module this far out in space.  Perhaps it was a test vehicle never recovered.  However; as far as he knew, all space flight vehicles from the old NASA program were fully accounted for.  He was somewhat familiar with the bug like craft that set the stage for man’s travel to the stars, so very long ago.

Archer wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he entered the shuttle bay, but the feeling was overwhelming.  The lunar module rested in the center of the shuttle bay, listing to one side, two of its landing legs broken, forcing the one side to sit awkwardly upon the base of the lander.  What appeared to have been a bright, golden bottom half was dulled, scarred and marked with numerous dents, holes and gouges.  A portion of the wording was readable on one side, Archer could make out “ITED ATES”, which he was certain was originally United States and on another side a portion of red and white striping was visible which he also knew to be the United States flag.

The top half, which Archer was familiar with from his history books, was the portion that contained life support and carried the men who had first explored the moon.  It was in worst shape; large dents, cracked or broken windows and a baseball size rock seems to be imbedded on one side.

This spacecraft stood over 6 meters high and didn’t have any of the aerodynamic features that more recent or familiar spacecraft have.  Archer was certain this unit had to have some other purpose; it couldn’t be an original lander.

“What do you make of it Trip?” asked Archer as his chief engineer appeared from the other side of the lander.

“Looks pretty authentic, I’d say” was Trips anxious reply.

“But how can that be?”  Archer pivoted around to face Trip, “None of these landers were listed as missing, none were sent out in space and no one would have survived for very long anyway on a deep space mission.”

“I know Captain, it is a mystery but we’ll get to the bottom of it!”  Trip said as he looked over the lander in awe.

“Captain!” It was Malcolm coming up to them from across the bay. “Something is not quiet right here, beyond the obvious.”

“What do you mean?” pushed Archer.

“These radiation readings don’t match the specifications we pulled from the old NASA files.  The output is higher implying that more plutonium is on board than should be.” Malcolm stated as he held up a data pad.

Archer didn’t take the pad, instead he looked back at the lander.  Something had occurred to him that might help solve this mystery.  He walked around to the opposite side of the lander, which was propped up on the two intact struts.  One of the struts showed the remnants of a ladder that would have lead up to a hatch, which was barely recognizable with the dents and scarring.

Trip and Malcolm followed closely recognizing that Archer was contemplating an important thought.

“If I remember correctly, we should find on this leg the plaque that identifies the mission” Archer stated firmly, his voice rising.

Trip and Malcolm looked at each other but moved closer.

The three of them focused their attention on the landing strut with the remaining ladder parts.  Until this moment, no one had touched the spacecraft.  Between what would have been the third and fourth rung, Archer reached over and brushed a shiny spot with his hand.

As Archer wiped his hand back and forth to clear the space dusk and dirt writing appeared and as enough appeared to read what it said, he gasped.

“This is impossible!” Archer shouted and stepped back.  Malcolm immediately took his place closer to the strut and peered anxiously at the now visible plaque.

Malcolm read; Apollo 13. Aquarius. April 1970.  Below that were three signatures that appeared to be that of Lovell, Mattingly and Haise.

Later, in Archer’s quarters, the face of Admiral Forrest filled the view screen on Archer’s desk.

“Jonathan!” shoutedAdmiralForrest.  “That’s impossible, don’t be ridiculous”  Although he sounded angry, Archer knew that in his own fatherly way Forrest was making sure that his subordinate understood the implications of this report.

“I understand Admiral, but this is our initial conclusion. We are forwarding data and images to you now.”  Archer stated calmly.  “I’ve also got a team breaking down the vehicle and another doing research, anything that you can add would be helpful.”

Through the small view screen Forrest looked annoyed but then brightened.  “You know Jonathan, if you weren’t in a hurry to get out there you could have waited for the next test ship.” He said mischievously.  “I didn’t expect you to stop and examine whatever space junk you could find.”

Archer took the bait and added defensively, “We’ll get out there soon enough, but this is indeed an interesting mystery in my opinion, Admiral.”

“I’m sure it is,” said Forrest, backing off.  “Let me review this information and I’ll get back to you soon, Forrest out.”  With that the screen went black, Archer pushed his chair back and stood.

“Travis” he shouted punching the comm button, “Resume original heading at one half impulse.”

“Aye Sir” came the reply and he knew they were off.

Archer then summoned Trip and T’Pol to his quarters. Upon their arrival he jumped immediately to the point.  “Let’s hear what you’ve got” he gestured to the computer.

T’pol spoke first, although her normal stern monotone took on an air of hesitation and lack of confidence.  “Captain, all preliminary research indicates that this is indeed the lunar module from the failed Apollo 13 mission 181 years ago.”  She paused and waited for a response.

“But that doesn’t make sense” exclaimed Trip, “And we’re finding some unusual things as we break her down.”

“Wait a minute Trip, let her finish” said Archer, “Go on T’Pol, what makes you so certain?”

T’Pol continued.  “Besides matching physical attributes with historical records one fact stands out pretty clearly.”  Her eyebrow arched knowingly.

“Go ahead” Archer said impatiently.

“The plaque that you first looked at on the landing strut, do you remember those names?”  T’Pol seemed to enjoy turning the conversation around to expect answers from the other two.

“Lovell, Mattingly and Haise”, said Archer, then it hit him, that didn’t seem right.  “Wait a minute; what I remember from those lessons”……he paused……”It doesn’t seem to fit.”

“No” said T’Pol, a little too forceful it seemed.  “The Heroes of Apollo 13” as earth’s history is written was Lovell, Swigert and Haise, not Mattingly.”

“Yes!” Archer shouted as he swung around from his pacing, “That’s it!”  Swigert replaced Mattingly at the last moment.

T’Pol looked impressed that he would remember that.  “Yes Captain, Jack Swigert replaced Tom Mattingly due to an illness days before launch and the plaque was never changed” she said.  “In fact the replacement plate, which would have been installed on the moon had the mission been successful, is in the Lovell display at the Smithsonian.  That makes it only logical this is the original spacecraft sent on that mission.”

Archer felt a chill, it still seemed to be impossible that this abandoned, space abused craft could have been one of earth’s original moon lander’s from the 1970’s.  He looked up at Trip speculating that the “unusual things” might mean some faction, alien or not, had something to do with this.  “So what are you finding unusual Trip?” Archer asked evenly.

“I need to do more research because my memory of the details is too sketchy, but I was expecting the power signature to be for all of the lunar surface experiments of the time,” he hesitated, “I don’t know Captain, this looks more like a weapon of some sort.”

“A weapon!” exclaimed Archer, now he was sure that this situation was the result of some type of covert operation.  “All of the early space programs were weaponless including Apollo, that can’t be.”

“OK, ok, don’t shoot the messenger; I need more time in order to give you a full report.”  Trip said as he moved toward the door.

Archer nodded, “Understood.  Both of you, continue to find out what you can, I’ll ask Admiral Forrest to download any additional information that might not have been in our files or…..”, Archer looked apprehensively at T’Pol, “the Vulcan database.”  “Plan to report in four hours. Dismissed!”

T’Pol and Trip left quickly.  Archer hit the intercom button, “Malcolm!” he shouted, “Report to my quarters immediately!” was Archer’s crisp command.  Upon arrival Captain Archer instructed his weapons officer to continue to scan long range space for other possible artifacts.  He relayed to Malcolm his concern that this craft could have been a plant from some alien race and that there could be more like it close by.  He then contactedAdmiralForrest and asked for additional information on the Apollo 13 mission of 1970.

Four hours later, senior officers were gathered in the Captain’s Ready Room.  This was one of the first puzzles that they had to solve together; in addition to the mystery at hand with the strange space craft, anxiety over interacting with each other was still present.  Admiral Forrest was attending this briefing remotely; his anxious face appearing on the view screen.  Malcolm entered the room last and Archer rose from his chair at the table, “Malcolm, report!” Archer bellowed.

“Nothing sir, I can find absolutely nothing further out here within our capability.”  Malcolm replied then took his seat.  Archer looked at him like he didn’t believe him, but mumbled thanks anyway.

“I do not believe that you will find any related artifacts Captain,” T’Pol stated, and then looking smugly at Archer said, “Should I continue with my report?”

“Go ahead” was Archer’s curt reply.

“In the late 1960’s and into the early 1970’s theUnited   Statesmade six lunar landings on earth’s moon with a program called Apollo.  The Apollo spacecraft consisted of two components after rocket launch from earth, a command module and lunar module or lunar lander.  Of the three men, at this point no women were involved this deeply in the space program,” she added with what seemed to be a touch of sarcasm, “two left the command module to pilot the lunar lander to the moon.  They left the moon by using the bottom section of the lander as a launching pad and piloting the upper portion back up for rendezvous with the command module.”  She looked at the nods from the table; this was basic earth history known especially by these folks who chose to work in space.

T’Pol continued, “However a seventh mission, labeled Apollo 13, which should have been the third moon landing, never made it.  An explosion on the command module early in the flight forced the mission to be aborted. The astronauts used the lunar lander as a life raft in order to return to earth safely.  This mission has historically been regarded as significant in its redeeming value toward flight safety and the ingenuity that it took, by all involved, to get the astronauts back safely.”

Archer becoming impatient with the history lesson jumped up.  Raising his arms above his head for emphasis he said, “So that’s not from Apollo 13!”

T’Pol glared at the interruption, “I am not done, Captain, I suggest you hear this out.”

Archer grimly relented.

“According to both Vulcan and earth databanks, the lunar module was ejected before it reached earth’s atmosphere and then re-entered with a controlled burn to be destroyed upon reentry.”  Stated T’Pol evenly.

This time it wasAdmiralForrest who spoke up, “So far you haven’t told us anything new Commander. Why do you still feel this could be the Apollo 13 lunar lander?”

“I do not feel that this could be the lunar lander, it is logical that it is.” T’Pol replied.  “No disrespect intended to your history Admiral but in addition to the physical evidence we have on board theEnterprise, there is no collaborating physical evidence to prove otherwise.  Records of the time simply state that the craft burned upon reentry and the RTG unit was jettisoned into 20,000 feet of water in thePacific Ocean.”

“The what?” Trip asked quickly.

“The radioisotope thermoelectric generator that contained 8.3 pounds of plutonium that was supposed to power experiments left on the moon.”  T’Pol said.  It would have powered the scientific experiments package that you should have found on board.”

Trip’s face turned red as all eyes had turned to him.  He broke away his gaze and rubbed his hand over his face.  “But that’s not what we found” he said, his voice becoming defensive.

Archer was immediately alert, the history lesson forgotten.  “What do you mean Trip?”  “What did you find?” Archer wanted to know.

Trip hesitated and then began, “I agree that this vehicle came from many years ago, everything verifies its age in the timeline that we are discussing.  And I agree that the plaque is a sure fire way to identify this craft as Aquarius but your description of the contents is not right.”

Forrest beat Archer to the draw by shouting, “What have you found Commander?”  He was excited in a nervous sort of way.

Tucker started to speak, “I had to do a little research myself in figuring out what it was exactly that I was looking at,” he said.  “But what I was researching was old IFF systems.”

“IFF” asked Malcolm, “that sounds familiar.”

“IFF means Identification Friend or Foe, or sometimes called radar identification and recognition system. IFF systems were used as far back as World War II to challenge vessels or aircraft through radar to demand a particular response.  The proper response identified the other guy as friendly and if the proper response code wasn’t given then the other fellow was treated as an enemy craft.” Explained Trip.

“Why would the Apollo program use an IFF system, there wouldn’t have been any other spacecraft around to communicate with?”  Malcolm wanted to know.

“I don’t know,” replied Trip, “The Apollo program equipped each lunar mission with a set of instruments to be left on the moon for returning data to earth called the Apollo Lunar Surface Experiments Package (ALSEP).  This was housed in the rear compartment of the lower section of the lander to be accessed by the astronauts after landing.  But in the rear compartment of this lander I’ve found this IFF system and the components with a payload, including a rocket with launcher and nuclear detonator.”

“Incredible!” said Archer, still suspicious.

“The IFF system on board Aquarius, if this is Aquarius, is more sophisticated than naval or air IFFs referred to in historical literature.  The lander’s radar antenna is different from NASA specs for the lander.  Its incorporated into an IFF interrogator which includes what appears to be an automatic receiver box, attached to a tracking system and a small explosive device.”  Trip stopped talking to allow all of this to sink in.

“Trip, this was never part of the Apollo program, could this have been put in place later by someone else?”  Archer queried.

“I don’t think so” stated Trip, “The metals all have the same aging and corrosive degeneration.  Even if this was done by someone else, it was done back at the same time.”  He paused, “But that’s not all.”  Looking around he continued.  “The power signature that we are picking up is plutonium all right, but it contains over 50 pounds not 8. Whoever did this was serious about it’s use.”

This news was unsettling.  Fifty pounds of plutonium, even with today’s more sophisticated power sources was significant.

Admiral Forrest looked worried but asked Trip directly, “Commander what would be your conclusion upon seeing this equipment up close?”

Trip didn’t hesitate, “If this is from a real lunar landing mission it must mean that the moon was being equipped with an Identification Friend or Foe system that would identify intruders to the moon and possibly damage or destroy anything within a short range.

Forrest looked agitated, “Captain, I’ve got a meeting to attend, send me the details discussed in this conversation and I’ll contact you later, Forrest out!”  And with that the screen went blank.

“Trip, is this plutonium safe?” Archer asked, directing his gaze from the view screen to his chief engineer.

“Sure Captain, I disconnected the klystrons that could have triggered the device, its container was intact and I’ve moved it into one of our storage chambers just to be on the safe side, but I’m still confused” Said Trip.

“I agree,” said Malcolm, “Why would earth need an IFF system on the moon?  And why would anyone replace lunar experiments with a weapon?”

Archer shook his head, “It doesn’t make sense to me either” he said.  He glanced over at T’Pol.  “Commander any thoughts?”

T’Pol had been looking somewhat cross but diverted her eyes slowly over to Archer.  “Captain, if it is true that a weapon could have been placed on the moon in this time frame the Vulcan High Command will not be pleased,” she said.  “They will see that as an unnecessarily aggressive act.”

“But that was a long time ago T’Pol, they couldn’t possibly hold us accountable for that now.”  Archer offered.

“Boy, does that change the meaning of that mission,” stated Malcolm rather absentmindedly.

“What do you mean?” said Archer carefully.

“I just meant that those astronauts might not have been heroes and if there was an accident that aborted the mission what would have happened if that plutonium had gotten away,” Malcolm stated.

“I’ll askAdmiralForrest for more information from his end, there has got to be more to this story.”  Archer stated while standing up.

This was their cue to leave and as they filed out Archer added, “T’Pol, Trip send me your files and notes and I will forward to the Admiral.

The wait seemed long.  Archer had forwarded back to earth visuals and data regarding the artifact they have found in space hours ago.  He had decided that this problem didn’t pose an immediate danger and now he was anxious to get back to their original mission.  Finally his comm rang, “Captain” called Hoshi, “Incoming message fromAdmiralForrest.”

“I’ll take it in my quarters,” was Archer’s reply.  A few minutes later he was once again looking at Forrest’s image in the view screen.  “Admiral, I was afraid that you had forgotten about us.”

“Sorry Jonathan”, he looked tired, “But you have apparently happened upon an interesting piece of earth’s history.” Forrest offered. “I’ve had to do some digging on this one.”

“OK, so is this the Aquarius?”  Archer asked slowly.

“Looks like it,” said Forrest, “You’d better sit down and let me bring you up to date on what I’ve discovered.”

Archer sat and the admiral began.  “Do you remember studying about the first moon landing?”  Forrest asked.

“Sure I do, required reading and all that.”  Archer replied.

“And do you remember the state of earth’s politics at the time?”  Forrest pressed.

“Two major super powers, cold war, space race, it’s all in the books.”  Archer said.

“Yes, but what’s not in the books are some covert activities of the time and I think you have stumbled on one of those.”  Forrest said grimly.

“Go on,” encouraged Archer.

“During the first moon landing mission for theUnited States, which was called Apollo 11, the other superpower, theSoviet Union, had launched a moon probe, Luna 15, which orbited the moon during the landing mission, was to land after the American crew left, but crashed on the surface at touchdown.  That is public knowledge, but what is not public knowledge is that the American president, Richard Nixon, was paranoid that the Soviets would impair future missions.”  Forrest seemed uneasy.

“Isn’t he the president that resigned?”  asked Archer.

“Yes but that would appear to be unrelated,” replied Forrest.  “Nixon ordered that the moon be protected from unwarranted intrusion by enemy nations and so authorized a mission to establish such protection.  Since Apollo 12 was almost ready to go, the mission to protect the moon fell to Apollo 13.”

“I do not remember reading any of this,” Archer quipped.  “Are you sure?”

“It’s been a long time and of course everyone involved is now dead, but I was able to find some classified documents that supported what I’m about to tell you.”  Forrest took on a serious tone.  “So what I’m about to tell you is highly classified information, got that?”

“Yes sir, please continue,” said Archer.

“Apollo 13 was equipped with an IFF system, and a targeting array, that could launch a small rocket armed with a nuclear warhead.  This package was intended to be left on the moon to repel enemy visitors that might try to interfere with moon landings,” Forrest continued, “But it was a secret mission.”

“Why an IFF system, wasn’t there other options?” asked Archer.

“IFF was developed in World War II as a means to identify approaching aircraft as friendly or not.  The concept for the moon would have meant that all future missions would carry a signal that identified them as friendly and those that could not provide this signal would be fired upon.” Forrest explained.  “Other countries would be required to obtain this information from theUnited Statesprior to attempting a moon landing, thus no surprises.”

“That sounds pretty arrogant,” said Archer, “Especially since theUnited   Statesdidn’t own the moon.”

“Agreed, but the tensions of the times led to some extremely poor judgment.  Fortunately the accident caused the mission to fail and the system was never installed.  In fact the entire Apollo program was shortened after the incident.”  Forrest looked more relaxed.  “However that brings us to our present day problem.”

“What problem?” said Archer, “I think there are some folks on earth that would love to take a look at this.”

“It’s not that simple, the true facts of that mission were never known.  In fact you’ve probably found the lunar lander because it was too dangerous to reenter earth’s atmosphere as reported so it was sent to deep space,” said Forrest. “Why don’t you bring T’Pol in and let’s bring her up to speed as well.”

“And Commander Tucker as well,” insisted Archer, “he is most familiar with our recovered artifact.”

“That’s fine, bring them in and I’ll wait,” said Forrest.

Archer keyed his comm and asked T’Pol and Trip to report to his quarters.  He was concerned thatAdmiralForrest was about to ask them to alter their mission because of this discovery.  T’Pol and Trip arrived within minutes of each other and Archer brought them up to date with the admiral’s findings so far.  T’Pol’s expressions seemed to darken slightly.

“OK Admiral, go ahead,” said Archer.

“First, I want you to recognize that this is still classified information under the current space program even after all of these years.  The problem we are faced with is a re-writing of history among other things,” Forrest began. “The Apollo 13 mission was considered a hero’s mission due to its rescue nature.  It rallied support for the space program and was a benchmark for the use of ingenuity and creative thinking in space.  For the public to discover now that it was really a failed covert mission could lead to other speculations,  including second guessing all other programs and missions successful or not.”

“Understood,” said Archer hesitantly, looking over at Trip.

“The other problem I’ll let T’Pol explain,” said Forrest surprising them all.

T’Pol’s eyes grew wide and then realization hit.  She looked at Archer and Trip.  “I think what the Admiral is referring to, is to the reaction of the Vulcan High Council,” she said.

“That’s right Commander,” said Forrest. “And what do you think their reaction would be to this discovery?”

T’Pol never wavered, “They would not be pleased,” she said.  “The Apollo 13 mission occurred 93 years prior to first contact with your world.  We would have been observing you from a distance at that time.  If the Apollo mission had been successful and a weapon had been placed upon earth’s moon, first contact could have been delayed or might not have occurred.”

“Thank you Commander, that was my thoughts as well,” chimed in Forrest.  “For this reason we should keep this as closely held as possible.”

“Admiral,” Trip spoke up.  “We have some significant historical information here, why should we care what the Vulcans think of our past indiscretions?”

“The Vulcans have been good to us and very supportive of our efforts,” he raised his hand at the change in Archer’s facial expression.  “I know it doesn’t seem that way to you, Jonathan, but believe me, we don’t want to risk their trust by exposing a bad decision at the beginning, even if it was a long time ago.”

“So you are suggesting that we keep this as our little secret?” asked Archer.  He looked at T’Pol and Trip.

“How many of your crew are familiar with the situation?” asked Forrest.

“Only officers present are aware of anything beyond the fact that we’ve picked up a piece of space junk,” replied Archer, then he added, “Oh and Malcolm.”

“Then this becomes your decision as to whether or not this should be kept a secret, but my two cents would be that you consider this,”  the Admiral’s face was grim.  “I don’t want to start your mission out with deception but given our concerns, we need to gain the Vulcan’s trust, uncovering a dirty little secret isn’t the best way to say we’re ready to be out there.”

Archer looked over at T’Pol, but he spoke to the Admiral, “I think that T’Pol is the one who should guild us on this issue, since she is the one who would inform the Vulcans anyway, if she decided to.”

Forrest jumped in before T’Pol could respond, “T’Pol, earth has had its share of unflattering moments but we seem to be headed in the right direction now,” his face soften as he spoke.  “Do you feel that sharing such an old piece of knowledge now, would justify the damage it could cause us going forward?”

T’Pol took a step back as she realized that all eyes were on her. Her mind was contemplating the impact of this decision.  “With all due respect Admiral, I don’t feel that this is my decision.”  She stated in her even monotone.

Archer spoke up, “Admiral, give us some time to digest this and I’ll get back to you.”

“Very well,” Forrest replied, “I will trust that our first crew with warp five capabilities at their disposal will make the right decision, Forrest out!”

The view screen went blank.  No one spoke, their thoughts heard only by their own brains.  Finally Archer broke the silence, “T’Pol, can’t you see how important this is?”  He said grimly.  “No matter what I decide it would be up to you to keep this a secret on your end of things.”

“My end of things?” T’Pol asked.  “I thought I was part of your end of things now Captain.”

“You know what I mean, if we decide not to share this secret, it also means that it cannot be shared at some future date, or then it’s also conspiracy.”  The anger rose in Archer’s voice.

T’Pol turned to leave but hesitated at the door, “I would like to meditate on this, can we meet again in two hours?”

“That’s fair,” said Archer, “and I’ll bring Malcolm up to speed.”

Two hours later T’Pol informed the Captain that she would keep their secret, “For the good of the mission” and with one condition, destroy the evidence.  Archer had explained to his chief of security the details of their discovery and although he wanted to investigate further, Malcolm agreed to keep the secret as well.

After Trip had reinstalled any parts removed during his inspection, including the plutonium, the crew assembled on the bridge.

“Trip, release the space junk,” Archer said loudly into the comm.  “Malcolm prepare for a little target practice,” Archer said slyly.

The crew watched as the tiny, shiny object that they had been so excited about seeing earlier tumbled into view, out in front of the Enterprise.  Malcolm adjusted his instruments and with a glance to Archer, fired a quick short burst from the starboard laser cannon.  The resulting explosion was bright, then gone as quickly as it began.  Archer’s face saddened at the thought, right or wrong, the Aquarius had been a fine ship.

Later in the Captain’s mess T’Pol looked across the table at Archer as he spoke, “It saddens me to destroy such an important artifact.”  He said.  “But I do thank you for being part of this secret.”

T’Pol in her even, non-emotional voice glanced up, “What secret?”  She said.  “You know we have just destroyed the evidence so any story regarding Apollo 13 other than the original would not have a suitable foundation upon which to exist.”

Archer’s face broke into a grin, “I had not thought about that. And as far as I’m concerned, along with many of those they inspired over the years, the crew of Apollo 13 are heros.”

“And besides” T’Pol added, “Don’t hold yourselves in such high regard that other species couldn’t have their own secrets.”

“True!”  Said Archer, “But this secret belongs to us, the crew of theEnterprise.”

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A Second Home

 

STAR TREK

A Second Home

 

by Cory Pelc

 

For my wife—and her acceptance of my quirks. 

 

CHAPTER 1

Leonard McCoy was tired. Tired of dealing with the constant threats to the well-being of the crew, and tired of filling out the endless death certificates. The last such “adventure” had claimed a total of twelve crewmen. Twelve young lives lost in the name of exploration, McCoy thought.

 

Of those lost, two crewmen were taken quickly by an allergic reaction to the native flora of the planet. A ship that can take men across the galaxy protected by shields and photon torpedoes, and we still can’t save someone from acute anaphylactic shock, McCoy thought to himself.

Shortly after beaming down to the surface of Rynair II the men accidently inhaled a bit of pollen that proved fatal. The only saving grace of the situation was that the pollen only affected an individual who was also allergic to Elonian zongs, which McCoy noted in his log were roughly the equivalent to an Earth coconut. Thinking of this, McCoy shuddered slightly realizing how easily the ship could have been without three members of the senior crew, as Jim, Spock and himself had beamed down along with the landing party. Probably not Spock, McCoy thought, those damned Vulcan bodily functions probably have a back-up measure even for anaphylaxis.

McCoy knew and accepted death as something which every doctor deals with from time to time, but he was unnerved that these sort-of situations seemed to be the norm at this point in his life. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, he told himself. As much as he enjoyed his friendship with Jim and his whatever-you-might-call-it with Spock, McCoy never had felt at home in space.

One thing that had always reminded McCoy of home was a good drink. As a proud “Son of the South”, it was almost bred into him. At the moment, he felt like a drink might be the best friend he had. Grabbing a bottle from his shelf and taking a seat behind his desk in sickbay, McCoy poured himself some Saurian brandy. He sipped the strong liquor, attempting to relax and allowing his mind to drift back to a time in his life before Starfleet. Back then, his drink of choice was a Mint Julep, but he felt like the replicators onboard the Enterprisecould never get them quite right. Maybe it’s because the temperature is always 72 degrees in here, with simulated sunlight, McCoy thought in a matter-of-fact sense. A Mint Julep is meant to be enjoyed on a hot summer evening. Evening—even that has no meaning in space. McCoy sighed and poured another glass.

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Growing up inGeorgia, young Leonard Horatio McCoy always pictured himself as going to medical school, settling down with a beautiful belle, and living the life of an “old country doctor.” But, for whatever reason, he only got two of those three goals checked off his list. His wife Jocelyn was everything he had hoped for since the first time they met back at that high school dance. But after their daughter Joanna was born, it seemed to him that Jocelyn changed overnight. He never had evidence of her cheating on him, but every time he looked at Joanna the thought would arise.

 Is she really my daughter? He would ponder as he looked down into his daughter’s crib. Does it matter?

“Leonard! Leonard! Where are you?”

“Out here on the back porch Jocelyn!” McCoy replied, while sipping a Mint Julip and watching the sun set on another August day.

“We have to talk.” Jocelyn said as she finally found her husband. “I think we both know that this isn’t working anymore. I was fine staying at home being the ‘Doctor’s Wife’ but now I feel like I’m the ‘Parent of the Doctor’s Daughter’.”

“What do you mean Jocelyn?” McCoy said, while feeling more than a little blindsided.

“What I mean is that you go and sit in your clinic everyday and help people, and I’m stuck here raising our daughter by myself. Sometimes I think that you care more about your patients than your own wife and daughter!” she exclaimed with the force of months of suppressed thoughts.

“Dammit Jocelyn! I’m a doctor, not a daycare provider! I spent years going through medical school to help these people and this is the thanks I get?” He angrily replied.

“Well I went through eight and a half months of pregnancy, concluding with delivery of our child and this is the life I get? A husband that is out of the door before sunrise, and with drink in his hand at every sunset? I could have gone to school too, in California, but I chose you.”

“Well I guess you have another choice to make.” He said, turning his attention back to the sunset.

“I’ve already made it. You should be hearing from my lawyer in the next few days. Until then, Joanna and I will be staying with my sister.” Jocelyn sternly replied at her husband who was still refusing to look at her.

“Why don’t you go ahead and stay at Clay’s house. I’m sure he’d be glad to have you.” McCoy said as he closed his eyes. He knew he had gone too far and regretted it instantly.

“Unbelievable!” She screamed. “I’ve told you before that things between him and I ended a long time ago. Due in large part to you, I might add. Leonard, I was always faithful to you, even though you’ll never be half the father that Clay might have been for Joanna.”

With that, Jocelyn McCoy walked back into the house; the house that Leonard realized would soon be hers along with most all of Leonard’s money and possessions. He wondered if he’d be lucky enough that she didn’t take the bones from his body. McCoy sighed and made himself another drink. 

CHAPTER 2

…Sweet home Alabama! Lord I’m coming home to you!….That was one from way-way back in the 20th Century folks, but still a great way to start your morning! We’ve got 10 in a row headed your way next!…

“Hmmmmrph!” Leonard slowly sat up in bed and told himself that he was getting too old for this routine. Without even opening his eyes he could sense a hungry grandchild standing next to his bed wearing the devilish grin of someone who had just turned on her grandfather’s radio to get his attention.

“Yes darlin’?” Leonard asked her. His drawl was always more pronounced before having his morning coffee.

“Grandpa, can we go to the zoo today?” The little girl asked as she pulled on his comforter.

“Perhaps dear, but first we’ll need to ask Grandma. We both know that she’s the one that calls the shots.”  McCoy stretched, slipped on his house shoes and pulled on a robe. He reached to his nightstand and grabbed his PADD to open up the day’s newspaper–Outbreak on Vulcan Outpost: Federation Seeks Help of Medical Community–the main headline read. Makes sense, thought McCoy, pointy-eared logic lovers can’t even display enough emotion to ask for help themselves.

McCoy punched in the code for coffee on his replicator as he continued reading. Damn fake coffee. Joanna had bought him and Jocelyn the replicator for their anniversary last year and he had finally started using it—but not before he passionately explained to Jocelyn that part of the charm of coffee is its simplicity. If it was good enough for the settlers of this land so many generations ago, then it didn’t need to be upgraded.

McCoy continued reading–…in light of the Organian medical and peace conference being held in conjunction with the Klingons, all essential Starfleet Medical personnel are unable to assist with this emergency. The Federation hopes that some of the more experienced physicians and nurses from Earth and Andoria will volunteer to assist in this urgent matter. Because the outbreak seems to only affect Vulcan individuals, it has been determined to be too great a risk to seek assistance from the Vulcan Medical Academy. For those interested in volunteering locally, shuttles will be leaving from the Atlanta Shipyards at 1200 hours today.

“Grandma said we can go! Grandma said we can go!” Lucy yelled as she ran back into the kitchen. “Can we leave soon?”

“Sure little lady, but first Grandpa has to get ready. And so do you…unless you plan on showing off your pajamas to the elephants.” Leonard walked back towards his bedroom and found his wife getting ready for the day. He set his PADD down on her dresser and stood behind her as she looked in the mirror.

“Good morning Mrs. McCoy…” He said, trying to goad a response.

“Good morning to you, too, Dr. McCoy.” She responded.

“That’s only Monday through Friday. It’s the weekend and I’m as much a Mr. as I choose to be.”

“Well today it sounds like you’re a Grandpa, and I’m sure you’ll treat Lucy with just as much care as you would a patient.”

“Still bringing that up…” McCoy said with a grin. It had been twenty five years since his marriage had almost fallen apart. He was close to joining Starfleet back then, just to get away from the mess of his divorce. Medicine On The Cutting Edge – Practicing in Space the advertisement had read. He had been to space once before as an observer shortly after graduating from Ole Miss. He knew then that he wanted to be a doctor, but he was pretty sure he wanted to keep his practice local. As in on Earth, he had joked to himself.

Instead of enlisting, he decided to cut back his office hours and make the effort to work things out with Jocelyn. It turned out that she had run back to Clay during their separation and divorce, but shortly after Jocelyn saw that Clay had not changed as much as he claimed. McCoy knew that it wouldn’t be easy–the divorce was finalized and they had to get married again–but he made a choice to use it as a fresh start and he was glad that he had. Most importantly, he was glad that Jocelyn had given him the opportunity.

“So is this goodbye?” Jocelyn asked.

“What are you talking about? I thought we’d both go with Lucy today.” A confused McCoy replied.

“I’m talking about this,” Jocelyn said as she picked up his PADD and pointed to the story he had been reading. “They need help. You may not be a young buck, but you are experienced.”

“I wouldn’t call one observation mission experience. And you know as well as I do about my aviophobia. I still try to avoid riding in a hovercar if I can. On top of that, I can’t even begin to imagine stepping onto one of those transporter pads. Last time I was lucky to not have to leave the ship. Tearing apart someone into a million little bits and then rearranging them again. It’s just not natural, Jocelyn.”  McCoy said, knowing that Jocelyn always found his excuses overblown. Sometimes he made an effort to stretch them out even more just to get under her skin.

“Listen Leonard,” Jocelyn said with a more serious tone than McCoy had expected. “You once told me that the reason you went to school for years were to help people and make a difference. Now I know you have helped people here, but this is a chance to do something special, something important. I think you should take it.”

McCoy paused a moment, and then said, “You know, I was going to enlist after our divorce. I had even filled out some of the preliminary forms. But I chose you and Joanna instead. I couldn’t live with running away to space instead of staying here and being a man.”

“Well you have been a man, and a husband, and a father–”

“Don’t forget grandfather.”

“And grandfather. But now you need to be a doctor…and just maybe a hero.” Jocelyn had that look. The one that Leonard knew meant the conversation was over and a decision had been made.

A hero huh? He thought. I just hope they have real coffee, because at my age I’m going to need it to keep up.

CHAPTER 3

McCoy arrived at the Atlanta Shipyards at 1130 hours that morning. He had packed as much as he could before Jocelyn shuffled him out the door. In a very rushed exchange, he tried to explain to Lucy that he wasn’t going to be able to go to the zoo with her and that he had to go away for a while. Hopefully not too long Lucy, for both our sakes, he had thought. McCoy walked into the main building with his head down.

“Excuse me sir, but there’s no tours today.”

McCoy looked up to see a man in a security uniform sitting behind the main desk. This guy looks like he’s seen more buffet lines than doctors in his life, he thought.

“Well excuse me sir, but I imagine you are constantly short of breath, have a hard time feeling motivated and constantly need some type of sugar.”

“Uh yeah, but how’d you know that?” the guard said between grunts while attempting to sit up straight. “And what are you here for?”

“Son, I’m Leonard H. McCoy, M.D. and I’m here for the volunteer effort. Where’s the line start?” McCoy said proudly.

“Well, I’d say about where you’re standing.” The guard said as he smiled and looked evidently satisfied to have the last word.

Great, McCoy thought. It looks like it’s going to be a lonely shuttle ride.

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This particular transport shuttle turned out to be larger than McCoy had envisioned. Must have been expecting more volunteers, he thought. Once aboard, he was able to find a nice interior restroom with no windows. He remained there throughout takeoff and through most of the flight. Fighting back any rumblings of a panic attack, he reverted to talking in his head in order to tolerate the situation. I’m not moving, I’m just in a small room and then I’ll be in a bigger one, he tried to tell himself.

“–This is the pilot speaking. We’ll need everyone to return to their seats as we receive clearance to dock with Enterprise.–”

McCoy heard a knock on the restroom door and after trying and failing to explain his aviophobia to the Lieutenant, he finally stepped out of the restroom and into the cabin. He was actually surprised that it had taken so long for anyone to notice that the restroom had been continually occupied. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the only passenger, he jokingly thought. However, when he went to take a seat, he was surprised to find he was not the lone volunteer. Apparently, between McCoy locating a hiding spot in the restroom and takeoff, another passenger had come on board.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a piece of chewing gum would you?” McCoy asked the woman as he sat down next to her and fastened his safety belt. He couldn’t help but feel that for some reason, she seemed rather familiar.

“I’m sorry, I don’t.” She replied in a soothing voice. “Christine Chapel-Korby and you are?”

“Dr. Leonard H. McCoy. At your service, Madame.”

The woman laughed, “Actually, it’s the reverse, Dr McCoy.”

At first McCoy was angered, but then he understood what she meant.

“It looks like I will be your nurse on this rescue mission” she continued.

“In that case, there are a few things you ought to know. First off, I’m not used to working in a sickbay with so many different species of patients.” McCoy said as he started to slip back into a more pronounced drawl. It also tended to happen when he was complaining about something.

“So, I’ll need all the help from you that I can get. I’ve been told once or twice that my bedside manner can be a little rough. I for one, however, like to think of myself as a realist.”

Chapel blushed. “Don’t worry Doctor,” she said with an air of care that McCoy appreciated. “I spent years in space while searching for my husband, who at that time was just my lost fiancé. I was limited to traveling aboard private ships as a nurse practitioner, but in that time, I was introduced to treating many different patients.”

“That’s good. Probably, honest work I imagine.” He replied.

“Believe me it was. Though it must’ve taken its toll on me, as I’ve noticed Roger hasn’t aged nearly as much as I have.” She said, more to herself than to McCoy.

“—Attention passengers and crew: Prepare for final docking procedures—”

The shuttle reduced its thrusters and lurched backwards slightly as it began to slow its approach to Enterprise. For the first time, McCoy allowed himself to look out of one of the window ports. Quite the vessel, he thought. Again he had the strange feeling of familiarity. I must’ve seen a starship like this in one of Lucy’s digi-books, he thought trying to explain away the sensation. He was already missing his family.

Enterprise grew larger and larger in comparison to the window port opening as the shuttle swung around to the aft end of the starship and the shuttle bay. McCoy could feel what he assumed was the tractor beams of the ship take control as the shuttle came to a soft landing inside the bay.  The side hatch to the shuttle released its pressurization as it slowly slid open.

“I guess this is our stop” McCoy joked to Chapel.

The doctor and nurse stood and began to exit the shuttle. Waiting at attention just outside the shuttle door was a rather proud looking man with brown hair. McCoy, struck by his appearance,  couldn’t tell if the man reminded him of someone, or that he just looked different than most of his clinic patients.

“Velcome aboard ze Enterprise, I am Lieutenant Commander Pavel Chekov. You must be Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chapel.”

Don’t think he’s from Georgia. Although surprised by the gentleman’s thick accent, McCoy was relieved by the lack of a grand reception. He did, however, now find himself in the need for something to take his nerves down a notch.

“Mr. Chekov is it–” McCoy began to ask.

“Yes Doctor McCoy?” Chekov answered at a blistering speed.

Definitely not from Georgia, McCoy thought. “Mr. Chekov, do you know where a man could get a nice stiff drink?” McCoy asked the officer.

“Certainly, Doctor!” He answered eagerly. “Might I suggest Wodka?”

McCoy turned and looked at Chapel. She was blushing again.

Vodka? McCoy thought. Good Lord Jocelyn, what have you gotten me into?   

CHAPTER 4

Whooooosh.

McCoy still wasn’t used to automatic doors. He had managed so far to resist changing the doors in his home. It’s just a shame to ruin a home that’s stood for hundreds of years – through three world wars, he would tell Jocelyn.  On a starship like the Enterprise, there were no handles or knobs anywhere. Nor were there many things similar to McCoy’s home at all.

Struggling to locate his quarters, McCoy eventually came to find himself in what appeared an officers’ rec lounge. Studying the room, he noticed two men in the corner playing a game of three-dimensional chess. Though he considered chess a gentleman’s game, McCoy had always preferred spades to bishops.

As he approached the men he was hit with another wave of familiarity. I’ve done this before, McCoy thought as he tried to shake the feeling. But that just doesn’t make sense. I’ve hardly been west of the Mississippi, much less a starship. Nonetheless, McCoy still felt troubled, as if things were out of place. He pushed away the thoughts, but began to wonder if he was developing a case of space sickness. Coming closer to the table, one of the men took notice of McCoy.

“Ahh…Dr. McCoy is it? I’m Captain James T. Kirk, pleasure to have you aboard,” said the man as he shook McCoy’s hand. “I trust that you will find every resource on board the Enterprise at your disposal in aiding the ailing members of the Vulcan outpost.”

“Thank you Captain. This is my first time actually serving aboard a starship, so you’ll have to excuse me if I break any formal rules.” McCoy replied, still not sure if he needed to salute at some point.

“Don’t bother worrying about it.” Kirk said with a slight wave of his hand.  “At any rate, I wouldn’t be the one to point out an error. Allow me to introduce my first officer, Commander Spock.” Kirk then gestured towards his chess opponent.

“Doctor.” Spock said with a slight tilt of his eyebrow.

McCoy was immediately dumbfounded at the sight of Spock. “I was under the assumption that Vulcans were not aiding in the effort because of the exposure risk,” McCoy asked Spock reiterating what he had read in the article.

“That is true, Dr. McCoy. However, I am only half-Vulcan and preliminary results from data sent back to Starfleet indicate that my human mother passed on the necessary natural immunity to this disease,” Spock replied.

“Well, I suppose this is has been quite the embarrassment to the Vulcans, seeing as there is finally something where we humans are more advanced,” McCoy said, but immediately regretted. He had always regarded the pure logic approach of Vulcans as smugness, but felt bad that he had commented in such a way in front of the ship’s Captain.

“Vulcans are incapable of embarrassment Doctor. It is a simple conclusion that there would be disadvantages to our notable differences in blood structure in certain situations.  Any idea of a ‘competition’ between our races is purely illogical.” Spock replied, this time with an extra sharpness to his tone.

“Gentleman,” Kirk interrupted, obviously attempting to prevent an escalating confrontation. “In any case, we have serious threat to deal with and I, for one, am not ready to tackle it on an empty stomach.”

“Captain,” Spock said. “I will have to decline. I am in the process of computing outbreak projections on the bridge.” With that, Spock stood and exited the room, leaving McCoy and Kirk.

“Guess he didn’t like me.” McCoy said, half joking.

“Of course he does Doctor. If not, Spock wouldn’t have wasted the effort of telling you how wrong you were.” Kirk said, with a smile on his face. “And anyone who can come that close to getting an emotional response from Spock, is fine by me.”

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all, McCoy thought.

 

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After getting something to eat, Kirk offered to show McCoy the rest of the ship. They had first stopped by engineering, where McCoy had been introduced to Enterprise’s chief engineer–Mr. Scott. They immediately hit it off and had arranged to meet later for a drink. I can bet he won’t recommend vodka, McCoy thought after meeting the upbeat Scotsman.

Currently, he found himself on the bridge, standing behind Kirk and taking in the full starship experience. From what McCoy had been able to observe, Kirk appeared to be a very competent captain who had an equally capable crew.

“Arrival at the Vulcan outpost in approximately 1.4 hours, Captain,” reported the helmsman.

“Not good enough, Mr. Sulu. Increase to Warp 6.We’ve got to get to the outpost rendezvous while there’s still a chance for survivors,” replied Kirk who was sitting in his Captain’s chair. “Steady as she goes.”

He’s pushing, thought McCoy. Once again letting his feelings get the best of him, McCoy said to Kirk, “Are you always this hard on your crew? I’m sure they realize the severity of the situation.”

“Doctor, I know that you said you weren’t familiar with the common practices of Starfleet—but I assume you know that questioning a captain in front of his crew is not usual practice” replied Kirk, obviously somewhat insulted by McCoy.

He’s right Leonard, what were you thinking? McCoy questioned in his head. Yet, once more McCoy found himself with a sense of fuzzy memories of situations such as this.

“I’m sorry Captain. All I meant was that in my experience, telling a patient to get better faster isn’t necessarily telling them something that they don’t already wish was the case” McCoy said back to Kirk.

“Captain, Doctor, if I may interrupt, I have finished my calculations for the outbreak patterns,” Spock said from his science station.

McCoy was glad to have something to stop what had up to then been a pleasant series of exchanges—and from the look of it, Kirk felt the same way.

Spock continued. “As you know, three days ago the first cases of infection among the Vulcans at the outpost were reported. At present, the number of infections has grown to 85 percent of the outpost’s inhabitants. This particular outpost is part of the Federation’s new long-term colonization project and as a result, many Vulcan researchers have also brought their families to live on Milos IV. Unfortunately, the disease seems particularly deadly to younger Vulcans with an almost 97 percent current infection rate and nearly a 99.9 percent fatality rate in those infections.”

“Is there any preliminary clue as to the cause of this outbreak? The colony was established almost a year ago— Why the sudden appearance of the disease?” Kirk asked “Has there been any recent unusual activity on Milos IV?”

“Unknown, Captain.” Spock replied. “However, there was an unconfirmed report of an unidentified object entering the atmosphere and crashing a few miles outside of the outpost shortly before the first reports of infection.”“Sounds like the Andromeda Strain.” McCoy said.

Spock raised an eyebrow. “Doctor, I do not think that it is logical to draw such a conclusion at this time. There is little to validate the existence of the object, much less correlate it to the disease. I was simply answering the Captain’s inquiry with the greatest amount of information available.”

Spock’s reply embarrassed McCoy. That pointy-eared son-of-a-buck thinks he’s so smart. Emotionless my behind! He took pleasure in that—I know it. McCoy was fuming inside, and yet, he also found the situation somewhat amusing. Spock may have been annoying, but he provided McCoy with a certain foil that he enjoyed.

Kirk turned around to face his communication’s officer. “Lt. Uhura. Send a message to captains of the Constellation and Discovery that we will arrive in orbit of Milos IV within the hour. We plan to send down a landing party to investigate the reports of a crashed object—”

“Captain, I am not yet willing to connect the incident to the outbreak. As I was explaining to Dr. McCoy—” Spock interrupted.

“—To verify if the object indeed exists and if there is any connection to the outbreak.” Kirk continued and then turned back to his science officer. “Spock, I heard what you said, but the doctor makes an interesting observation. You, yourself could not account for any other unusual recent activity around the outpost. We need to follow any lead that might exist, because if we can find the source of the outbreak we just might be able to find an effective means to stop it”

“Very well, Captain. I will begin to examine topographic maps of the region and determine where the crash may have occurred undetected.” Spock replied, obviously not fully on board with the plan.

I guess I win this round, McCoy thought. I just hope that my luck continues on the surface.

CHAPTER 5

“Now entering orbit around Milos IV, Keptin.”

“Thank you Mr. Chekov. Inform the transporter room to prepare for a landing party to beam down immediately.” Kirk said. In the time since his “altercation” earlier with Kirk about pushing his crew the Captain had seemed to make more of an effort to treat the other members of the bridge with an air of increased respect. I guess he filled the prescription I wrote for him, McCoy thought.

“Captain?” asked Uhura.

“Yes, Lieutenant?” Kirk said, spinning around in his command chair to face the rear of the bridge.

“There’s an incoming message from Earth for Doctor McCoy. It’s originating from a civilian transponder with limited subspace capability. Two-way communication is not available, it seems to just be a recording; however, it is coded as high priority.” Uhura explained.

Kirk seemed to hesitate, not knowing what to do in this type of situation. He looked at McCoy. “Would you like to take this in your quarters Doctor McCoy?” he asked.

“Oh no, here’s fine. I’m sure it’s just my granddaughter calling to say how much she misses me. That’s high priority stuff back where I’m from.” replied McCoy.

“I understand Doctor. Go ahead and patch it through, Lt. Uhura” Kirk ordered.

“Connecting now; Audio only, Captain.” She responded as she pushed the button to connect.

….Oh Leonard! Oh Leonard! You need to come back immediately; something terrible has happened to Lucy! One of the lions at the zoo got past the fence and attacked her. She’s in the emergency center right now. Oh Leonard….there was nothing I could do! Please….I need you, Joanna needs you, and Lucy needs you!….

McCoy’s heart sunk. He broke out into a cold sweat and wanted to scream, but for the moment his body would not let him do anything.

“Uhura, what happened to the rest of the message?” Kirk demanded.

“I’m sorry Captain, we appear to have passed beyond the transmission range as we are moving around the solar side of Milos IV. Due to the signal strength we need to be on the dark side of the planet to avoid the solar interference” She replied, obviously attempting to hold back tears after delivering such devastating news.

“The message will be available for reception once more in approximately 23.47 minutes.” Spock said.

Upon hearing this news and the manner in which Spock delivered it, McCoy snapped out of his paralysis. “Twenty-three minutes! Do you think that I need to know that? My grand-daughter could very well be dead right now, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it!” McCoy shouted.

“I understand the human tendency for emotional outburst, but I was simply attempting to assist you in the situation in the only way I am capable” Spock replied.

McCoy turned to Kirk. “Let’s get down there, now.”

“Doctor, are you sure you are able to help in light of this?” Kirk asked, trying to show his sympathy.

“You didn’t drag my behind halfway across the galaxy for nothing. Don’t make me not being there for my granddaughter right now my fault.” McCoy said back to Kirk with a hint of vengeance.

“As you wish Doctor; Spock you’re coming with us. Sulu you have theConn.” Kirk ordered as he, McCoy and Spock entered the turbolift for the transporter room.

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The transport process went more smoothly than McCoy had imagined back on Earth. At this point I already feel like I’ve been torn apart into a million little pieces. What does is matter if I’m put back together, he thought.

Once on the surface of Milos IV, the landing party decided to split up to search for evidence of the supposed crash. McCoy had been wandering for some time when he heard something close-by, yet very faint.

“Hellllp….”

That sounded like someone calling for help, he thought.

As he walked towards where he thought it originated, he heard it once more.

“Helllp me……”

As McCoy came around a large rock face, he saw her. It was a young Vulcan girl who he approximated to be around the same age as Lucy. If you can go off of looks, considering their life-spans, he thought. McCoy instantly sprang into action with his medical kit and tri-corder. The one issued to him on the Enterprise was much more advanced than the one he used back on Earth in his practice. This is what an actual budget will get for you, he had thought.

McCoy studied the data relayed to him on the tricorder’s screen. The girl had all of the symptoms of the infection spreading throughout the outpost. Perhaps the most puzzling thing to McCoy, was why she was so far away from the outpost by her self. Due to the young Vulcan’s current feverish state, he was not going to be able to get the answer from her. It was surprising that she was even able to hear him nearby and make any attempt to call out.  Even when they are dying, they still find ways to show that they are superior to humans, he thought.

With all of his focus directed towards the girl, McCoy had failed to notice the rising winds. They had picked up to a level where he was now fighting to keep the dust and dirt from blowing into his eyes. Spotting a nearby cave, McCoy gathered up the young Vulcan in his arms and carried her inside. Once there, he remembered that he was carrying a communicator to reach the rest of the landing party.

“McCoy to Captain Kirk. I’ve found a young Vulcan female who is suffering from the infection. She’s unable to move on her own. We’re currently in a cave riding out this dust storm.”

“Affirmative Doctor. We had to find shelter as well. Mr. Scott tells me that the storm is likely to last for another hour and is interfering with the transporter system. Stay put until then, Kirk out.”

Great, McCoy thought. He looked down at the girl and went to work attempting to stabilize her until they could get back to the ship.

“I bet you have a grandpa too. Maybe even a great-great grandpa knowing how long you people live. I bet even your unemotional grandpa wouldn’t have left you if he had known this would happen to you.” McCoy spoke, while beginning to cry and knowing that he would not receive a response back.

“Her grandfather is unaware of her existence” said a voice from the darkness of cave.

CHAPTER 6

McCoy sprang up and stood rigid.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!” He said back to the darkness.

“I am here. You have seen me all around.” The voice was speaking in riddles to McCoy. It seemed from his perspective to becoming from every where, and yet nowhere all at once. There was no echo following the voice as would be expected in a cave such as this. It led McCoy to wonder if the voice was even real at all.

“Dammit! What are you talking about? This girl is dying here, can you help me or not?”

“Is she?” the voice replied.

“Of course she is! Look!” McCoy turned to point out the girl but she was gone.

“What did you do? Where is she? She’s dying!” He yelled.

“I have removed her from the equation. She served her purpose.”

“Her purpose?”

“The same as the rumors of a crash and the dust storm; that you should seek shelter and find me.”

“Why did I need to find you?” McCoy asked, growing ever more impatient of never receiving a straight answer.

“You have reached the point of decision. As I know you will ask what decision this might be, allow me to explain further. You have no doubt begun experiencing echoes of your other life–”

“My other what? Yes, I have had a bit of déjà vu lately, but nothing a little nervousness and space sickness couldn’t account for.” McCoy interjected.

“You and I both know it is more than that. You had been longing for another chance at past mistakes. I have granted this wish. However, in order to give you the opportunity to choose your path I have allowed you to remember pieces of both timelines and make an ultimate decision. As you made contact with those you knew previously, you were able to feel and see glimpses of the other timeline.”

As the darkness spoke, McCoy started to remember more and more.

“So you are saying none of this is real? All the memories I have of Jocelyn and Joanna? And Lucy? They are the same as the girl I found?” McCoy asked.

“No. If you choose this path they will be as real as everything else. Bound by the same rules of life and death.

“And if I choose my original ‘path’ as you put it? What then? Will Lucy simply go back into nonexistence?”

“Yes.”

“But why bring me here to the Enterprise? Why did I have to be gone when Lucy needed me the most?”

“There are certain things beyond even my control. No matter the variables there will always be specific constants in every equation. For you, it is this ship and crew. As I said, the decision is now yours.”

McCoy desperately wanted to find the neck of this voice and put his hands around it. Sure I wished that things had been different between me and Jocelyn. But I never asked for this. He did not like having the responsibility of choosing the element of existence and the lives of others. A doctor is capable of decisions similar to this, but not on such a scale.

“If I choose to remain on this path, will I be able to make it back to Earth in time to help Lucy?” McCoy said to the darkness with tears now returning to his eyes.

“That is a question which I cannot answer. I can only give new choices. The future must remain a mystery. If you choose to continue with this path, your memory of our meeting will be erased—“

Beep! Beep! McCoy’s communicator suddenly went off.

“Spock to Doctor McCoy. The storm is beginning to break. Are you and the girl ready to transport back to the Enterprise?”

McCoy knew he should respond. However, he also knew that he had a decision to make first.

“I would think that nonexistence is a better fate for Lucy and her mother, than to have her life cut short at so young an age” McCoy swallowed hard. “I choose my original path. This life was great, but I would rather suffer the rest of my days dealing with death outside of my own family than within it.”

“Then follow my voice, Leonard McCoy, and you will be returned.”

Beep! Beep! “Spock to Doctor McCoy. I repeat, are you in position for transport?”

McCoy stepped forward towards the darkness.

“Doctor McCoy?” Spock’s voice asked once more.

McCoy closed his eyes and walked into the darkness.

CHAPTER 7

“Doctor McCoy?”

Leonard McCoy opened his eyes. He was sitting at his desk in sickbay. In front of him was a glass with an empty bottle of Saurian brandy. As he looked up, the lights on the ceiling sent a shockwave of pain through his head.

“I apologize for waking you Doctor, but when you failed to respond to my calls over the comm system I thought it necessary to visit you in person. However it appears that you were merely intoxicated” Spock said. Only someone who knew him as well as McCoy did could detect the slight nod of sarcasm in Spock’s words.

“Well Spock,” McCoy replied while still squinting in the light “It appears you are correct.”

“In my studies of human tendencies I have come across references to the act of ‘drinking alone.’ It is most often displayed by those who are troubled and feel that alcohol is the only friend which they can turn to.” Spock lectured.

“I wouldn’t say that alcohol is my friend right now Spock; although the effects of a hangover are somewhat reminiscent of your diatribes on logic.” McCoy now stood and walked to his sink where he splashed some cold water on his face.

“A crude comparison Doctor, yet you are correct in pointing out that the headache caused by the dehydration effects of alcohol are a logical consequence of overconsumption.” Spock said.

McCoy looked in the mirror. Was it all a dream? He asked himself. It had seemed very real to him at the time. I imagine if I can remember what happened then it must have been a dream. Inwardly McCoy held onto the small chance that the mysterious voice had allowed him to remember so that Lucy could at least live on in his mind.

“Is there anything else that you wish to inform me of Spock?” McCoy asked, now feeling a little better in terms of the lighting.

“Only one. I know that many traditional practitioners of Earth medicine recommended the replenishment of nutrients and fluids following an overconsumption of alcohol. I would suggest that you take part in this act to bring yourself back to optimal working capacity. If you would like, I can join you as I know that humans tend to enjoy ‘company’ while eating” Spock said with a slight tilt to his eyebrow.

Now you want to eat with me.” McCoy joked.

“Doctor?” Spock’s eyebrow was now at full tilt.

“Never mind Spock, it just feels good to know that you care.”  McCoy said purposefully.

“Doctor, I was simply attempting to meet your emotional needs, not as you have implied exercising any of my own.” Spock said with a tone that McCoy knew was annoyance mixed with embarrassment as his comment had been closer to the truth than Spock would ever dare to admit.

“Like I said, you’re just being a friend. You and Jim are just about the closest thing to family that I have, and I realize now just how valuable that can be.” McCoy replied while smiling at the small epiphany he had experienced.

Spock simply nodded his head silently towards McCoy, put his hands behind his back and turned towards the sickbay door. McCoy followed right beside him. Down the corridor they saw Kirk.

Boy, it feels good to be home, McCoy thought.

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Star Trek: Dark Tide I From Beyond the Frontier. Prologue: Those that left

Star Trek: Dark Tide I.
From beyond the Frontier.
A Star Trek Fan fiction by Clint H. Hoyt

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, which belongs to Gene Roddenberry and Paramount. Also this will also be a crossover, with Characters from Sakura Wars, Star Wars, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Sailor Moon, Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds and Nadia: The secret of Blue Water. I also do not own those shows or movies.

Prologue: Those that left

The Eugenics Wars was among Earth’s most destructive wars. A war of shadows, unknown to most humans at the time. It was a battle between The Human Governments of the world against the Augments; genetically engineered ‘super-humans’ who controlled many of the nations in the world. Most of the engagements were hidden, covered up as terrorist attacks or small scale bushfire wars or even natural disasters. No one knows who started it first, but the Eugenics Wars killed over 32 Million humans and many more Augments.

But even after the wars, one question remained; what happened to those not killed? It is known that a group of Augments, lead by the dreaded Augment warlord Khan Noonien Singh, escaped on the sleeper ship SS Botany Bay. Others hid in remote places like Alaska and The Amazon. But one group ended up in the hands of what was then a great superpower: The People’s Republic of China.

By 2019, China had a secret army of Augments under their control, taught in the culture of East Asia. In 2020, China allied with The United Korean Republic, Japan, Vietnam, Thailand and Indonesia to form the Eastern Coalition as a counter to the re-growth of American power. The Augment Army was soon known as The Grand Dragon Army of the Eastern Coalition, It was called Dōngbù liánméng de dà lóng jūn in Chinese while it’s more global name was the Japanese version: Azuma rengō wa no sōdai ryū-gun.

It was then that the Augment Army fought in the Third World War against the enemies of the Eastern Coalition. The war was more devastating then any war before, a Stalemate that lasted for three decades, it ended when nuclear weapons were used by both sides and over 600 million died on earth from limited nuclear strikes on Paris, Tokyo, New York, London, Beijing and Washington D.C. It was in the aftermath that one person soon came into light; Zefram Cochrane. He was one of the first humans to build a warp ship and on April 5th at 11:00 AM in the year 2063, he was the first recorded Human to travel faster than light. This was detected by a ship that was from the planet Vulcan. This started first Contact between Earth and the Vulcans.

But a question was to remain, what happened to the Grand Dragon Army?

It was said that the GDA or better known as The Azuma were all killed in the war, but rumors were that a Augment only known as ‘Nemo’ had built a Generation ship with a Warp Drive captured from Area 51. The ship was said to have left the Solar System with over two million Azuma troops of both genders. But this was declared a rumor and a myth and the official fate of the Azuma, killed in the Third World War.

In the years after the end of The Dominion War and the Destruction of Romulus by a supernova, strange tales from the Beta Quadrant about ships disappearing, never to be heard from again. These tales were attributed to starships being destroyed by some disaster or pirate attacks. But soon in 2410, a new crisis soon reached into Known space. Fleets of alien ships, full of civilians, going into Federation, Klingon and Romulan space. They were soon discovered to be refugees from worlds that were attacked. Many thought it was Rouge Borg who attacked their worlds. But the refugees said that it was not the Borg, even when shown pictures of Borg drones. The only thing Starfleet Intelligence could get from the refugees was one word; Azuma……

A Shadow loomed over Known Space, and it was aimed to strike at one power in the area: The Federation it self.

The Azuma were coming……

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The runaway to change it all

The population of Tullan had grown.

Some were kidnapped and some were lost, but each had a story. It started with the eldest of the colony.
He was not kidnapped, nor was he lost or taken. He was offered immortality, in exchange for kidnapping, stealing and taking others from their families, homes and universes. These people would share one thing: a single, same genetic coding which held the knowledge a single group wanted to possess. This group was the one who offered him immortality, and out of selfishness he agreed. His name was Karl.
As the years passed the population grew, as did the fear, the hate, the guards Karl employed, the slavery. Others came and went, stories were told, lives were lost. Hate was formed and yet the slaves on Tullan stayed strong in the vain hope that one day they would escape and return to their homes and awaiting families.
The ‘group’ provided food for their slaves as well as tools and shelter in the form of Haven. Haven was named directly for what it was – it sheltered the slaves from the heat of the twin suns that graced the forever purple sky, and from the bleak coldness of night as one sun set allowing the chills and rain to beat upon the golden ground and pure red sea.
Haven was unique.
There were five towers woven into each other, resembling termite hills with large gothic windows gracing the dark golden exterior. The Haven would hold up to ten thousand people, though as luck would have it, only two hundred as of yet lived there.
After six hundred years of depression, death, hate and fear Karl was approached the ‘group’ – the beings who granted him forever life.

Karl, in his selfishness, listened to the seven allowing their knowledge to taint his soul further. He happily agreed to take one more soul to subject an innocent being to the slavery of Tullan; he did not frown when he was told it was a mere child, he did not shiver upon knowing said child would be ripped from their family and home, he did not look on with horror as he heard this child would be trained to do the bidding of the ‘group’.
With a shiver of anticipation Karl set to work. It had been a long time since he had taken another from their home, their family, their life, their very existence.

A cold chill ran through the young body, not the kind that made you cringe but the kind that made your bones freeze, your internal organs shudder and teeth clench. Being thrown to the hard stone floor stung the palms as the body retched sicking up what food was left in the small stomach, tears streamed from hazel eyes as dizziness swum around like a fish in a pond.
Amused silver eyes watched as the young child was thrown from the wormhole-type portal glass before it snapped shut, locking the mere child from its home, history, family and time.
“Are you finished?” Karl found himself asking coldly, as he wondered if the others had taken as
long to recover as this child had.

A small hand wiped its lips as the small frame sat on its haunches. Karl found he was forcing himself to recover as the realisation hit that this child was not a boy but a girl, younger then the ‘group’ had explained to him.
Karl found himself studying the small child. She resembled a mere nine years old, with hazel eyes that appeared to enter your very soul, though the red around the irises seemed to disconcert Karl to his very core.

She was so slim that a strong wind could knock her over, and dark brown hair with flecks of red ended at her shoulders. Her clothing was typical for her age group and species: a black hoodie with a long-sleeved red t-shirt underneath and navy jeans with black trainers.  A backpack, full to the brim, laid at her feet.

Karl couldn’t help but wonder why it was there.
The child, in turn, studied the man: his slim, lamp post frame with limp greying hair shadowing his face, silver eyes seemed glazed with something unknown, yet puzzling.  He stood, towering over her, his voice grave as though unused. His clothing was a robe of silver yet the underneath seemed to be all black, as though wanting to blend into the shadows of the room they currently occupied.
“My name is Karl. I am your master as you are now a slave of Tullan. You will do as you are told to do. Not following instructions will result in punishment.

You will be provided with a room and food, and for both these  you will work.”  With that, Karl turned to his two guards who the child hadn’t even noticed, instructing them to take her to her chambers.
The child just blinked as Karl rattled on about her now being a slave.   A frown graced her young features as she huffed under breath; it seemed the prospect of freedom was well and truly screwed.

The irony was not lost upon the child, for here she was, running away from home only to find she was now on some planet (yes, she had glanced at the window and spotted the twin suns) and had well and truly lost  the very freedom she seeked.

The family she wished to escape from was also well and truly gone. Irony was not her friend!

Haven was known as what was called a gossip mill. Rumours spread  like weeds in the garden in the summer, and like Chinese whispers it soon grew out of control. All it took was for one set of eyes to spot something – anything – that could start the gossip mill!
At this moment, seeing a young child being practically frog marched down passage ways and stairs towards the east wing of Haven was, in fact, the start of the rumour mill.
Beady eyes of black slunk back into the shadows of Haven as the two guards passed, a small, smug smile graced this beady eyed man as he darted for the nearest staircase leading to the hub of all gossip – the kitchens.

Stumbling head first into the backside of a six-foot guard seemed to be the signal to stop to the child.  With an undignified huff she glanced around the body to see a wooden oak framed door that was pushed to reveal a large, adequate, bright room. “Yours,” muttered one guard as he stumped off, followed by the other, leaving the child puzzling if these guards were in fact zombies or just plain stupid and gormless. She voted for the latter.
The room was large, with three, gothic styled bay windows.  Wooden shutters seemed to be the protection against the winds as she could see the hinges, The floor was clay based with a  light brown pattern,  which seemed to blend with the walls that arched towards the ceiling.  A simple oak table and chair stood by one window, and two, well padded chairs well padded.  Stood to the east wall was a large fireplace, allowing company to warm themselves against the chills of night.  A door was to the north which lead to the bedroom.  A large – almost huge –wooden, four-poster bed stood in the centre. At least she’d be comfortable. O so she thought.
An adjoining room to the side was revealed to be the bathroom with running water and a shower. It was good that she didn’t have to share. Slumping against the wall as she slid down to sit upon the unsurprisingly cold floor, the child studied the apartment once again. It seemed that only now was everything hitting all at once. She was a slave, alone with no family, only a backpack of things she had taken in an attempt to run away.Well now it seemed it was official. She was screwed and was going to die a slave to some crack pot who was four fries short of a happy meal “Diabolique you’re doomed” she thought.

From that moment on, the child called herself Diabolique, for Diabolique seemed fitting. She felt like her birth name had never fitted, and why not rename yourself if no one knew your name to begin with?

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Sorry for the downtime this morning. I forgot to renew the domain name and it expired. The problem is now solved and the site is back in business.

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Lt. Marissa Flores’ Personal Log B2

Lieutenant’s Personal Log, Star Date 2431.15

 

I’ve been here for a little over a month now on the Enterprise, and needless to say, it has been quite a journey.  Things I had anticipated, or hoped for, have not gone according to plan.  Apparently, things on a major starship are just as they are on the planets.  You’d think being on a dignified vessel would change people’s attitudes or behaviors, but alas, nothing is different.

As the record shows, I am one of the youngest graduates from Starfleet in their entire history.  I graduated with top honors and record scores.  I was practically given my own ship if I had chosen to take it.  Being a captain is not something I would want to pursue.  I recognize that Starfleet’s goals are to train people and promote them to the highest rankings of succession.  I, on the other hand, have no interest in power or authority over people.  I am only interested in power or knowledge over machines.  I yearn to manipulate them and improve them beyond previous capabilities.  Maybe this is why Captain Picard and I get along so well.  He has commanded this vessel longer than most captains serve period.  Captain Picard’s thirst for discovery, whether personal or professional, outweighs any ambition Starfleet has for him.

Because of my thirst and above average knowledge of the engineering department and holodecks, I seem to have alienated myself from most of my peers.  My guess is they are intimidated by me, threatened by me, or jealous of me.  This is in no way a boast by any means, but only an astute observation.  I find that most of the crew avoids me, makes very little conversation with me, or fails to invite me to any recreational event.  Albeit, I was used to this at the academy.  I just hoped it would be different here.  On the other hand, the only crewman who has not treated me differently is Lt. Cmdr Data.  Naturally, since he is an android, he shows no favoritism or preference to certain humans, although his regard of me, instead disregard, is quite a comfort.  Even though you spend 24/7 with over 1000 people, you can still be lonely.

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Lieutenant’s Personal Log, Star Date 2455.5

 

I am thankful things have changed a little around here, alas only if it is a little.  I was sitting in Ten Forward yesterday when the eccentric bartender, Guinan, approached me.  She’s a very inquisitive lady…or as some might say, nosy.  Maybe it’s her lengthy age, but she has a way about her that makes her a good listener.  Honestly, other than Lt. Cmdr Data, she has been the only one here to simply ask me how I was doing.  Most of the time, people approach me about personal programming for the holodecks.  It’s amazing to see how many people visit the holodecks more than once a day…as an objective sidenote.   She has a way of getting you to spill your guts, and it was quite liberating.  I have the utmost respect and admiration for Counselor Troi, but Guinan has a way about her that would make her the ultimate counselor.  She should apply if Counselor Troi ever leaves.  She asked me a puzzling question yesterday.  Since I’m always helping people with the holodecks or Lt. Cmdr La Forge in engineering, do I ever get time to myself?  I felt a little ashamed, because I couldn’t answer her question.  My job is my passion.  Anything else out of that is a distraction.  She told me that instead of helping others for once, I should create a list of programs for myself…to enjoy.  Not to test.

I’ve always gone with my two favorites, Tolkien and Shakespeare programs, but Guinan challenged me to get out of my comfort zone.  In fact, Lt Cmdr Data approached me the same day and asked me the same question.  I am making it a note to ask Guinan if she put him up to that.  Lt Cmdr Data offered, that even though Sherlock Holmes was his favorite, he did reach out and attempted new programs.  It’s odd to me, that an artificial life-form would desire, wish, or take risks in their decisions.  Data fascinates me the more I get to know him.

Today, I picked a program out of my comfort zone.  I couldn’t pick the meekness of Bilbo Baggins, or Viola, pretending to be someone she wants to be.  I decided to go with Robin of Locksley…yes, Robin Hood.  Honestly, it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.  Having a physically demanding role, much less one of utmost courage and gall was quite different.  Standing there in the middle of Sherwood Forest listening to the trees move in the wind and the leaves rustle at my feet gave me such a feeling of freedom.

Needless to say, I am excited to divulge my findings to Guinan and Lt Cmdr Data.  In fact, I may ask Lt Cmdr Data to participate on my next act of pillage upon the rich or maybe even let him play the Sheriff of Nottingham.

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Lieutenant’s Personal Log, Star Date 2479.75

 

Today my family has suffered a great loss.  My older brother, Daniel, was killed in the line of duty against a Romulan warship.  He was trying to protect the life of another crewman.  I am deeply saddened by my brother’s death, but I am at a loss on how to express it.  Most of my youth was spent in school, so I didn’t get to know my brother very well.  My brother was not the student I was, but he was a leader and a great tactical officer.  Qualities I think I will never be capable of.  Counselor Troi tried her best to console me, but because I expect that kind of behavior from her, it’s hard to see it as sincere.  On the other hand, Lt Cmdr Data never ceases to surprise me.  I’m beginning to think he is more human than any one on this ship.

I was sitting in Ten Forward in a corner crying, but not sobbing.  I assume my attempt at grief was coming across as alarming, if not awkward, so Lt Cmdr Data sat down in front of me and inquired about my discomfort.  I have come to terms that Data is my only friend on this vessel, even though is my superior officer and an android, he has filled all the duties that a friend would fill.  He expressed his condolences and proceeded to tell me that he, too, had lost a brother.  I’ll admit, this floored me.  I didn’t think androids could have a sense of family, but after Data explained to me the story of his brother Lore, it hit me that Data and I aren’t so different after all.  Lore was a stranger to Data as was Daniel to me.  Although Daniel was a man of honor and valor, Lore was quite the opposite.  I asked Data if he was sad or something close to that effect, and all he could say was not used to Lore and he could not experience loss like myself.  That didn’t make me feel better, but I know Data was only trying to help.  Mere attempt by Data was still comforting though.  But this was not what baffled me.  Data took it upon himself to get up, walk over to me, and hug me.  Even though it wasn’t human contact or a warm hug like you would receive from a parent, it felt just as good.  I wish I could commend Dr. Soong for his brilliance for his creation of Data.

Does it make me strange that I find comfort from a machine?  Is it odd that a machine is the only friend I have?

[end log]

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Lieutenant’s Personal Log, Star Date 2507.75

 

When you sign up for Starfleet, you take the risk of either a peaceful mission and/or a violent one.  I figured my odds on the Enterprise would be hit or miss for either situation.  I have been on this starship for a year now, and I’ve been in very few skirmishes or combat.  Four days ago, I was faced with my own mortality against the enemy face to face.

The Romulans managed to hijack the Enterprise and take the senior officers hostage.  At one point, Lt Cmdr Data and I were devising a plan to rescue them but were confronted and out-manned by a group of Romulans patrolling the ship.  They decided to use Data as a bargaining chip to get Captain Picard to release operating codes to the master computer.  Their idea was to use Lt Cmdr Data as an android in a human situation.  They threatened to fire upon him and disassemble his body for study.  I know Captain Picard, and if I had been in his shoes, I would’ve let the Romulans destroy him.  Sacrifice one for the good of the many.  I, on the other hand, am not Captain Picard.  Letting the Romulans get a hold of Starfleet technology and information could be more dangerous than we could imagine.

The Romulan went to fire upon Data with his weapon after Captain Picard refused to relinquish control.  Seeing the possible loss of my friend and fellow crewman, without any hesitation or second thought, I stepped in front of Lt Cmdr Data.  I’m not really sure what my thoughts were other than to protect my friend.  I remember screaming “Don’t kill him!  Don’t shoot!”  I shielded Data as best as I could and hoped my body was big enough to deflect it from him.  The Romulan froze in his tracks.  It must have been his Vulcan side that took over.  A perplexed look came across his face, and he lowered his weapon.  Seeing my opportunity to get the upper hand, I lunged at him, acquired his weapon, and reversed the situation.  We shortly regained control over the ship, and transported the Romulans to a starbase for detainment.

I was later questioned, even reprimanded for throwing caution to the wind and jeopardizing my life, by Captain Picard.  He could not understand why I would sacrifice my life for Lt Cmdr Data’s.  Since he is only a machine, he could be repaired or replaced.  I felt it unfair that Lt Cmdr Data was in the room with us, but I felt it necessary to speak my peace.  I told Captain Picard that when I see Lt Cmdr Data, I don’t see an android.  I see a friend.  I asked him why it was so different for me to fight for him in the physical sense as he had done for Data’s status of ownership.  Captain Picard had seen Data, not as Starfleet property, but as a serving officer of a federation.  I saw Data as a fellow crewmate and wanted no harm to come to him.  Why is it so hard to explain why you would lay down your life for a friend?  I don’t care if he is an android.  He has been better to me than any one person on this vessel.  The look on Captain Picard’s face was one for the record books.  The man is rarely wrong, and in this instance, he knew he was.  He sighed, smiled, and put his hand on my shoulder.  He thanked me for my service and valor towards the ship and the crew.  This must have been what my brother would’ve felt…a sense of pride and servitude.

Lt Cmdr Data, on the other hand, has seemed to have blown his circuits.  He finds it intriguing that a human would sacrifice themselves for him.  He does not see the logic behind it.  In fact, he told me I was foolish and not to throw my life and career away.  I just simply laughed at him, God knows he makes me laugh a lot and makes me aware of stuff I take for granted as being a human.  He has not been the same to me since that day.  He takes it upon himself to help me with more things, or ask if there is something he can do for me, or just act non-Datalike.  It’s almost like he’s grateful.  Maybe my act of sacrifice was the most human thing anyone’s ever done for him.

Can android’s be thankful?

[end log]

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