A Debt of Honor, Part 4 – Redemption

The Regent’s tactical officer noticed the incoming vessel on his monitor.  “Bird-of-Prey closing on intercept, sir. Sensors indicate it’s the I.K.S. Marcus.”

“Kruge’s ship!” Worf growled.  Just then a volley of photon torpedoes came from the Marcus, which Kruge had named after the Terran rebel of an earlier era.

“Our sensors are being disrupted!” the tactical officer continued as the Negh’Var shook. “Our warp fields are destabilizing!”

“The p’tahk!” Worf uttered as the Negh’Var and other Alliance ships were forced to drop out of warp by the Marcus’ graviton burst.  Kruge’s ship continued firing at the other vessels.  The others returned fire.

“Today is a good day to die, Kruge—for you!” the Regent said out loud.  The Marcus’ shields were on maximum, but they wouldn’t hold for very long.  But they didn’t need to.

On the Marcus, Kruge agreed it was a good day to die.  “When I get to the gates of Sto-Vo-Kor I will sing of your battles, of your courage and honor Marcus,” he said as if David was in the room.  “I’ll be your cha’Dich.”

Dax and Bashir, who also felt the graviton’s effect, witnessed the battle at the edge of their sensors.  The Marcus was taking heavy fire and its shields were finally collapsing.  A final shot from the Negh’Var’s disruptor batteries finished it.  The Alliance fleet would soon be able to resume warp.  But Kruge had bought them enough time.  They were ready to generate the warp shadow decoys.

Smiley met up with Dax and Bashir after their ships docked at Terok Nor.  Tuvok joined them.  Dax briefed them on Kruge.  Together they’d bought enough time to drive off the Alliance fleet.  “So I guess this would qualify as winning the victory he wanted?” O’Brien asked.

Dax nodded.  “I think so.”

“I’d have to admit though that like most Terrans I’ve never really felt we have souls,” O’Brien said.

“Vulcans call them katras,” Tuvok said.  “We are able to place them into another person just before we die, if someone is present at the time.”

“Of course two centuries ago your people encouraged the belief that the rest of us didn’t have souls, or katras,” Dax reminded him, “because the rest of us can’t do that.”

“Unfortunately that is true,” Tuvok admitted.  “Many Bajorans also believe in a ‘soul’ or ‘katra’.  They refer to it as one’s pagh, or boryha.”  Bajor’s vedeks and prylars had sheltered a number of people on the station from the Alliance at one time or another, often at great risk to their own lives.

“Of course I have a new life every time I’m placed in a new host,” Dax pointed out.  “Whether that qualifies as a kind of life after death I can’t say.”

The topic got Smiley thinking about something Dax said earlier when the first met Kruge.  “Was Spock able to place his katra into anyone?”

“He was,” Tuvok answered.  “What is not widely known is that they used a device Spock had obtained from the first crossover to take him to the other side, because Mt. Seleya was under Earth control following the coup.”

They noticed Captain Sisko and his son off to the side, looking very tired.  “We lost Professor Sisko,” Tuvok explained.  The others looked down.

“I’m going to miss her,” O’Brien said.

“I just hope they’re at peace, especially David,” Dax said.  “What happened wasn’t his fault.”

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A Debt of Honor, Part 3 – Buying Time

“We need to buy us some time,” Dax was telling the others.  The Alliance fleet was less than eight hours away.

“How many raiders have we got left?” Bashir asked Smiley.

“Only one,” O’Brien answered.  “There’s no way we can stop the Alliance attack.”

“Maybe not, but I might be able to buy more time before they get here.”

“You’ll never make it back!” Smiley told him.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Bashir shot back.  “I thought it was because you were going to reap all the glory!”

“What good is glory when you’re dead?

“Who said anything about dying?” Bashir asked.

Dax broke in.  “When are we leaving?” she asked.  “I never liked staying in one place for very long.”

“Then it’s settled,” Bashir said.

“Before you go we better make damned sure you can get us that extra time,” Captain Sisko told both of them.  “Maybe I can get some information out of our … prisoner.” As Sisko went to the Intendant’s holding cell Kruge approached O’Brien with his own idea.

“I could use my own ship to delay them further with an inverse graviton burst,” he told Smiley.  “It would disrupt their warp fields and force them to drop to impulse until the gravitons dissipated.  If I could engage them in battle it would delay them even further.  I’d confuse their sensors in the opening moments with a spread of torpedoes.”

“You’re as crazy as Bashir!” O’Brien told him.  “The Regent is using his own flagship to command the fleet! You can’t really expect to generate a big enough burst against that.”

“A single Bird-of-Prey could do it by diverting warp power to the shields.” He handed Smiley a padd containing some calculations.  O’Brien looked them over.

“Even if you can do this, he pointed out, “there’s no way Bashir’s going to be able to tell you apart from the Alliance ships.  And if I know Bashir he won’t even try.  It’ll be even money who gets you first.”

“A Bird-of-Prey is much faster than a raider,” Kruge countered.  “If I leave right now I can engage them long before the others get there.  I know I can do this,” he added, and left.

“Good luck” Smiley said.  He had to admit they could use all the help they could get.

Kruge met Dax and Bashir on the way to his own ship.  Dax filled him in on what they’d learned from the Intendant about Alliance weaknesses.  “She’s been singing like a lark,” Dax said. “Seems she’s suddenly decided she doesn’t want to face Alliance ‘justice’. We’re going to try to create some warp shadows as decoys.”

Kruge told them his own strategy.  Between the three of them they just might buy the time they needed.  “Qapla’,” Dax told him.

“Qapla’,” Kruge replied. 

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A Debt of Honor, Part 2

 

“You may get your chance very soon,”
O’Brien told him. “The Alliance Fleet’s
already on its way here and our sources say the Regent himself is
commanding it.”

“Then we should
give them the proper welcome,” Kruge acknowledged.

A
Terran female in her mid-thirties approached them. “The Defiant’s still
showing…” she paused at the sight of the Klingon—“the same problem.”

“Tuvok, could
you take our guest away for a second?” O’Brien
asked. Tuvok agreed, and took Kruge into
an adjoining room.


“You people
aren’t quite convinced, are you?” Kruge asked the Vulcan.

“You must admit
your visit is unexpected,” Tuvok responded. “Unlike
Dax and myself, the humans are not old enough to remember Dr. Marcus. style=””>  The only image they have of him is that of
someone who betrayed his own people to yours. Logic
dictates caution in such circumstances.”


“Then let me
prove it to you,” Kruge said. “I believe
your people can do that.”


Tuvok raised his
hands to the Klingon’s face and made contact. “Our
minds are merging, Kruge. Our minds are
one. I feel what you feel.
I know what you know.”

The mind-meld
was a success. Tuvok and Kruge returned to
the promenade to hear the others still discussing the Defiant’s
problems with stability.


“Defiant, is
that that strange-looking ship I saw when I first docked here?” Kruge
asked.

 

“His story is
truthful,” Tuvok told the two humans, and left no doubt as to how he
knew.


“Yes, that’s the
Defiant,” Smiley answered. “We’ve brought
someone here who might be able to fix its problems with stability.”


A tall male
Terran joined them. Though
he was bald and had a goatee Kruge recognized him as Benjamin Sisko,
the Terran resistance leader who was killed a year earlier. style=””>  “I thought…” he started to say.


“This
is the other side’s Captain Sisko,” O’Brien answered. He’d already
explained the Klingon’s presence to Jennifer Sisko, and now did the
same for the captain.

 

 

 

 

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A Debt of Honor, Part 1

 

Summary: In the mirror universe, the rebels get an
unexpected ally. Overlaps “Shattered Mirror”.
 

Introduction and disclaimer: The characters in this story are
either
the creations of those involved in the production of Star Trek over the
years or are the author’s interpretation of what characters created by
those involved in Star Trek might be like in a mirror universe. With
respect to a couple of characters there are similarities to those
created in a comic book story, but they are not the same people. For
the purpose of this story I’m assuming that while Spock did become the
Empire’s Commander-in-Chief he was overthrown by the Imperial Starfleet
shortly thereafter. For information on the comic book search for
“mirror universe saga” at Amazon or Barnes & Noble. No copyright
infringement is intended.  Send comments to kady at earthlink dot
net.

No one was more surprised than Smiley by the Klingon who chose
to
fight alongside them. The aged Klingon commandeered a Bird-of-Prey
shortly after Terok Nor’s capture by the rebels and took it to the
station where he surrendered to make his offer. When asked why he said
it was to restore another’s honor.

A common enough reason for a Klingon to fight, but fight
alongside
Terrans? Kruge’s age made it all the more puzzling. O’Brien estimated
he had to be at least a century—old enough to remember when his own
people were the ones enslaved by the Terran Empire. If anything this
Klingon would wish to destroy the Terrans more than anyone. This was
one reason O’Brien was skeptical. Bashir trusted him even less.

“Whose honor?” O’Brien asked.

The Klingon hesitated before responding. “A Terran’s honor.
Someone
you seem to be very much like. If I fight alongside you I will have a
chance to fight a battle in his name.”

“I think I have an idea,” Dax broke in. “If it’s whom I think
it is
I knew him as Curzon,” she said. Kruge looked at her for a second. Dax
continued. “It’s David Marcus, isn’t it? You want to help him enter
Sto-vo-kor, don’t you?”

Kruge nodded. O’Brien was stunned. Bashir started to grab the
old
Klingon but Dax held him back. O’Brien looked at both Dax and Kruge.
“Perhaps one of you could explain,” he said.

“The official Alliance line is that Marcus betrayed his own
people
to us. It maintains this lie as an example of Terran lack of honor,”
Kruge replied. “Marcus was an honorable warrior. He deserved better
than to be dishonored by those he fought for.”

Dax continued. “Marcus helped the Klingons resist Terran
occupation,
that’s all. He never intended for them to turn around and conquer
Earth. He didn’t expect they’d even be able to.

“Marcus’ mother was executed by the Empire. They knew about
the
first crossover and how it affected Spock and some others. Carol Marcus
was one of those they won over because she realized how different
David’s father had turned out on the other side. When Spock was
overthrown David sought to carry on his vision of reform through an
underground movement. When the Klingons were conquered he worked with
them. He didn’t count on Cardassia’s involvement.”

“That was something no one had expected,” Tuvok said. “At the
time
Cardassia wasn’t considered as powerful as either the Terran or Klingon
empires. When Cardassia entered the war we did not realize they were
purchasing dilithium from an unknown race.”

The Ferengi, Smiley realized. Because of those shipments
Cardassia
made enough gains into Terran space to hook up with the Klingons.

“And once Cardassia hooked up with us it was a whole new war,”
Kruge
said. “Where Marcus was able to offer hand weapons and scout ships the
Cardassians supplied warships. It was a chance to turn the tables and
avenge our earlier defeat at the hands of the Terrans. Unfortunately
Marcus suffered the consequences.”

“And now you want to try to restore Marcus’ honor,” O’Brien
acknowledged.

Kruge nodded. “And earn him a chance to enter Sto-vo-kor as
the
warrior he was. The chance that he should have had in the first place.”

“What became of him?” one of the rebels asked.

“He couldn’t live with the knowledge of what he’d helped bring
about,” Dax said sadly. “He committed suicide.”

 

 

 

 

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Glitch

“GLITCH”

By Evelyn Canarvon

Disclaimer: The story and all the characters other than Jamie Rolt and Dmitri are owned by Paramount. Paramount has nothing to do with and probably would not support this fan fiction. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Note: This was written in script format for two reasons. One, this is my first fan fiction, and I felt I should write it in the form with which I am most comfortable. Secondly, before I started to write, I already had played out several scenes in my head. I saw it like a movie. When you read, try to do the same. It’s more fun if you read imagining the events playing out in your head.
EXT. ENTERPRISE—SPACE

The Enterprise flying through space. PICARD’S voice O.C— meaning “off camera”, not the popular TV show.

PICARD (O.C.): Stardate 44320.1. In three days, the Enterprise plans to rendezvous at Starpoint Station to discuss the construction of a new Starbase in Alpha Quadrant. In the meantime, we are going to Planet Sormale for the induction ceremony of new Starfleet Class, including our former acting ensign Wesley Crusher. The crew is very excited about the ceremony, however there is one part that I in particular am not looking forward to…

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE—PICARD’S READY ROOM

Picard is standing in his office/ready room, holding a pad of paper and reading out loud, but indistinctly. His door beeps. Picard doesn’t look up.

PICARD: Come in!

The door opens and COMMANDER RIKER enters.

RIKER: Captain, we’re about to arrive on Sormale.

Riker sees the Captain reading, and he smiles.

RIKER: Nervous?

PICARD (lying): Not very.

RIKER: I know I would be. Delivering the induction speech for the class of 2371. The future members of Starfleet, all looking to you for advice on their futures—

PICARD: I get the picture.

He smiles.

PICARD: I feel less nervous when I remember that this isn’t about me. It’s about the new Starfleet cadets. It’s about Wesley.

RIKER: You’re right… I’m very excited for him, and everything he’s going to get to do.

PICARD: I’m sure he is too.

CUT TO:

INT. PLANET SORMALE

The shot starts zoomed in on WESLEY, looking around nervously. We PAN OUT. Wesley and two other boys are sitting at a table. The room is large and there are at least 20 tables like this one, all full of new members of the academy.

DMITRI: The entrance exam sure was tough. I had to take it twice to get in here.

BOY 2: Yeah, but I did okay. I got a 126. How about you, Dmitri?

DMITRI: I got a 120. How’d you do, Wes?

Wesley looks uncomfortable—his score was not as high as the other two boys’. He looks unsure about answering. A voice relieves him, however.

GIRL: We all did well enough to get in here, that’s all that matters.

Wesley looks behind him and sees that the voice belongs to a girl his age. She begins to sit down.

DMITRI: Yeah, I guess you’re right.

GIRL: Is this seat taken?

DMITRI: No.

She sits down.

GIRL: Hi, my name’s Jamie.

The boys, including Wesley, introduce themselves.

JAMIE: So do you know who’s giving the induction speech this year?

WESLEY: Captain Picard of the Enterprise

BOY 2: Oh really?

WESLEY: Yeah, why?

BOY 2: Well, I don’t know. I’ve just heard things about him.

DMITRI: Like what?

BOY 2: Well…

He leans in closer, for fear of any authority figure overhearing.

BOY 2: Like that he’s insane.

JAMIE: What?

BOY 2: Always leading his ship on obscure, near-suicidal missions, you know.

WESLEY (with his characteristic Wesley passion): That’s not true!

DMITRI: Why, do you know him?

WESLEY: I worked under him, and he’s the best captain I’ve ever met!

JAMIE: You’ve worked on the Enterprise?

WESLEY (acting humble): Well, yeah, for a while.

BOY 2: Wow!

DMITRI: I didn’t know any of the new cadets had actually worked on a starship!

JAMIE: The Enterprise, no less!

DMITRI: What’s it like?

The conversation trails off as we PAN OUT.

CUT TO:

EXT. PLANET SORMALE—DAY

We are now outside, in front of a large glass building. The grass is very green, and there are many flowers planted. It is a beautiful day. Picard is standing in front of a group of teenagers/young adults of various species, all new cadets, about 60 in all. He is giving some cute little speech about journey/courage whatever. We see Wesley standing next to Jamie, listening to the speech.

CUT TO:

EXT. PLANET SORMALE—DAY

We are still outside, but now the induction ceremony has obviously finished. Wesley is talking to Dr. Crusher, and others who are congratulating him.

WESLEY: Thanks. Yes, I’m very excited. Excuse me.

He enters a small building, a bar/café. He orders a drink, and he starts to walk back outside, but then spots Jamie in a dark corner of the café, drinking alone. Her drink is, oh why the hell not, blue. He walks over to her table and sits down. Jamie looks up, happy to see him.

WESLEY: Jamie, hey.

JAMIE: Hey. So, it’s official now.

WESLEY: What?

JAMIE: We’re finally Starfleet cadets.

WESLEY: Oh, yeah, I know. It’s insane, I mean. I’ve been waiting for this my whole life—

JAMIE: Really?

WESLEY: Yeah… Both my parents were in Starfleet, and I knew since I was a little kid that that’s what I wanted to do.

JAMIE (impressed): Wow.

WESLEY: How about you? How did you decide to join Starfleet?

JAMIE: Oh, I don’t know. Both my mom and dad live on Earth. She’s a painter; he does research in quantum physics. I always thought that that’s what I’d do but…

She stops looking at Wesley, looks off to no point in particular.

JAMIE: I’m not sure… One morning I just woke up and knew that I would join Starfleet. Kind of like—

She looks back at Wesley, and there is an instant spark between the two. He looks intently at her; she looks the same at him and finishes slowly—

JAMIE: Fate.

They continue to stare at each other. Finally, Wesley looks away. Jamie looks away too, embarrassed. To make conversation, Wesley says:

WESLEY: So, what do you want to do after the Academy?

JAMIE: Oh, I don’t know. You?

WESLEY: Oh, um… I’m not sure. I think maybe I’d like to be a captain someday.

JAMIE (feigning interest): Oh, really?

WESLEY: Yeah.

Another awkward moment of silence… then—

JAMIE: So what’s it like working for Captain Picard?

WESLEY: Oh, it’s great. He’s a really great guy.

JAMIE: Great.

They both look embarrassed, they both want to stay and leave at the same time. They look around, trying to find an excuse to leave. Wesley stands up.

WESLEY: Um… I think I’d better get back outside. They’re waiting.

JAMIE: Oh, yeah. Of course

WESLEY: Bye.

JAMIE: Bye.

They both leave, going opposite directions. Still in the bar, we see an old man with a white beard wearing a dark cloak look up at the two departing. Ominous Star Trek music plays.

CUT TO:

INT. PLANET SORMALE

Wesley is at dinner with DR. CRUSHER and COUNSELOR TROI and Riker.

TROI: So, Wesley, how does it feel to be a Starfleet cadet?

WESLEY (distractedly): Oh, I’m really excited.

RIKER: You should be. I remember the Academy. Best years of my life. The classes, the trips, the women.

Wesley looks up.

CRUSHER: Riker!

RIKER: Uh… I mean…not that I’m suggesting… I just meant, you’ll enjoy yourself.

Wesley laughs nervously.

CRUSHER: So, Wesley, did you meet any other cadets?

WESLEY: Oh, yeah, I met a few.

Suddenly, Dmitri enters the dining room. He spots the adults, and stands straight.

DMITRI: Sir.

RIKER: It’s all right. What do you want?

DMITRI: I just wanted to invite Cadet Wesley to the holodeck. We were (realizing how juvenile he sounds) going to play laser tag.

WESLEY (happy to leave): Oh, sure. Is that all right, mom?

CRUSHER: Of, course. Have fun.

Wesley gets up and goes out the door with Dmitri.

CUT TO:

EXT. PLANET SORMALE—EVENING

Wesley and Dmitri are walking outside.

WESLEY: So where’s the holodeck?

DMITRI: It’s not too far this way.

Wesley and Dmitri keep walking.

DMITRI: So… was that Commander Riker?

WESLEY: Yeah.

DMITRI: Wow. I guess you know him from working on the Enterprise.

WESLEY: Uhuh.

DMITRI: You must be really great to have worked there.

WESLEY: Not really. Actually, I already lived there: my mom’s to chief medical officer.

DMITRI: But still—you must already have a lot of experience. Man, I can’t imagine the stuff you saw!

WESLEY: It was pretty cool working there. But you’ll see it all too at the Academy.

DMITRI: Yeah, maybe. Here we are.

They reach a big building with a big entrance. A bunch of kids are around. Wesley walks into the holodeck where he finds several other teenagers already in gear. He grabs a vest and puts it on. He takes a gun.

BOY: Computer—start level 1

The room changes from bare walls to a sort of jungle setting—very exotic. The players run to their sides. They soon start advancing. Some boring laser tag stuff ensues. Wesley ends up going up a hill to find a better vantage point. He runs into another player, wearing a different colored uniform. He shoots, and the energy beam causes the other player to fall, out of the game. Wesley, being the chivalrous lad that he is, helps the other player up, only to find that it is Jamie.

WESLEY: Oh, hi.

JAMIE: Hey.

She gets up and takes off her vest, semi-annoyed.

WESLEY: Sorry about that.

JAMIE: Hey, it’s okay. I would have shot you too, if you hadn’t snuck up on me like that. Didn’t they teach you anything on the Enterprise about the rules of engagement?

WESLEY: Hey, I thought dead people can’t talk.

JAMIE: Oh, we can do a lot more than you think!

She takes Wesley’s own gun and shoots him. He’s now out of the game, too.

WESLEY: Hey, no fair! That’s not allowed.

He throws off the vest, laughing. Jamie sits down against a rock.

JAMIE: You’d make a terrible captain, you know. No sense of imagination.

WESLEY: Is that so?

Wesley sits down next to her. They smile at each other for a couple of seconds.

JAMIE: You know, we really should get back to the game.

WESLEY: Yeah?

JAMIE: Yeah, they’ll be waiting for us.

WESLEY: They probably will be.

Neither of them moves. Suddenly, something snaps, and they both give up the game. The next moment, Wesley’s arms are around Jamie, and they are fiercely kissing one another. They are leaning against the rock, lost in each other. Suddenly a boy, playing laser tag, runs up. He spots the two, and instinctively backs up.

BOY: Whoa, um, sorry!

The two immediately sit up, completely embarrassed. The boy quickly leaves. Wesley and Jamie sit there, not looking at each other, each slightly smiling out of embarrassment. Jamie breaks the silence.

JAMIE: What just happened?

WESLEY: I’ve never done that before.

JAMIE: Me neither.

WESLEY: We just met four hours ago.

JAMIE: So… these are those hormones everyone talks about.

Wesley half laughs. He suddenly realizes what he has done. He begins to get up.

WESLEY: We shouldn’t have done that.

JAMIE: No, no. I’m sure it’s against regulations

They look awkwardly at each other. One almost expects them to start kissing again. Wesley stands up first, then Jamie.

WESLEY: We should probably go back to the game.

JAMIE: Yeah.

They walk back down, only to discover that the game is over. Most of the kids have left.

RANDOM VOICE: Computer: end simulation

The jungle scenery changes back to plain walls. Wesley and Jamie exchange one last glance and then walk outside. They begin walking back to their quarters, in the same direction. However, there is a sufficient crowd of kids that they don’t feel completely awkward.

FADE OUT

INT. PLANET SORMALE—NIGHT

Wesley is sitting in his quarters on his bed. He is still fully dressed, and he is thinking about something. He stands up, and starts pacing his room. Finally, he throws up his hands in a gesture of futility, and leaves the room. He walks out into the courtyard. In the middle is a beautiful fountain. Jamie is there, looking at the sky. Wesley hesitates, considering turning back. That idea is destroyed, however, when Jamie turns around.

JAMIE: Hey.

WESLEY: Hi.

JAMIE: We keep running into each other, don’t we?

WESLEY: Yeah, I guess we do.

Wesley does not move to sit down next to her; he maintains a safe distance.

JAMIE: What are you doing out here?

WESLEY: I just wanted to go for a walk.

JAMIE: At 11:00?

WESLEY: Yes. What are you doing out here?

JAMIE: Thinking.

WESLEY: About the holodeck?

JAMIE: About that, and other things.

WESLEY: So have you figured out what happened in there?

JAMIE: I don’t know, Wesley… We’re not little kids anymore. We’re Starfleet cadets. Our whole lives have changed. Maybe what happened was just a part of that change, you know?

WESLEY: Yeah, maybe. So you don’t think this means anything.

JAMIE: I don’t know.

WESLEY: You have to admit, though. There was something between us from the start. And we keep managing to run into each other like this.

JAMIE (with a slight laugh): Like fate.

Wesley scoffs.

JAMIE: What, you don’t believe in fate?

WESLEY: I believe I’m in control of my own life.

JAMIE (with a slight laugh): Yeah, like the way you were in control back there on the holodeck?

WESLEY: That won’t happen again.

JAMIE: You think?

She stands up and moves toward him. He doesn’t make any move to back away. She puts her hands on his shoulders and looks up at him. He looks back down at her. His face begins to move toward hers. Suddenly, a semi- audible cry pierces the air. Wesley jerks away, searching for the source of the sound. We hear the cry again.

JAMIE: I think it came from over there.

They start running toward where she pointed. They left the area of buildings and entered a more wooded area, still following the voice. Wesley saw a flicker of orange deeper into the woods. They ran toward it. Once they get close enough, they realize what it is—a fire. A two-story cabin, quite advanced by today’s standards but rustic for their standards, is on fire. We once again hear a cry, now definitely a woman’s. Jamie starts to run toward the cabin door, but Wesley grabs her arm.

WESLEY: What are you doing?

JAMIE: I have to get them out of there!

WESLEY: Are you insane? You’ll be killed! We have to go back for help!

JAMIE (pointing at the cabin): They don’t have that kind of time!

She frees herself of Wesley’s hold and advances toward the door. Wesley stays where he is, not sure as to stop her, go with her, or go get help.

JAMIE: Look, you go get help. I’ll try and find her.

She runs inside, leaving the nearly pitch-black woods. The house is smoky and illuminated by the fire. Jamie coughs.

JAMIE: Hello?

She proceeds cautiously.

JAMIE: Hello? Is anybody in here?

A voice sounds from upstairs.

VOICE: Somebody, please!

Jamie goes up the stairs. She reaches the top floor, and starts to move down the hallway. She does not get far, however—the fire is at the end of the hallway, blocking the entrance to one of the rooms. Inside is the woman, aged about sixty.

WOMAN: I can’t get out!

JAMIE: Is there a window?

WOMAN: Yes, but it won’t open! I need something to break it!

Jamie looks around her. She checks in one of the other rooms and finds a metal chair. She carries it over.

JAMIE: Here!

She throws it quite cumbersomely through the fire into the room. The woman takes it and uses it to break the window. The woman climbs out and jumps. Jamie turns around and begins to proceed downstairs, her head already spinning from the smoke. She reaches the bottom of the staircase. She begins to walk toward the door, but the ceiling falls out in front of her, blocking the doorway. Jamie has a look of panic on her face. She turns around looking for another exit, coughing. She gets down on her knees, desperately trying to breathe.

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Wesley is running back toward the buildings, when he hears a loud crashing sound coming from the house. He turns around.

WESLEY: Jamie!

He runs back to the house. He finds an old woman in front of the house.

WESLEY: Jamie, where’s Jamie?

WOMAN: She, she helped me get out…

WESLEY: Where is she?

WOMAN: She was… upstairs…

Wesley runs toward the front door and sees that the entrance is blocked. He shouts:

WESLEY: Jamie!

From inside:

JAMIE (chokingly): Wesley!

WESLEY: Hang on!

Wesley runs back to the woman.

WESLEY: Is there another way inside?

The woman stutters.

WESLEY: Please, you have to help me!

WOMAN: Yes… in the back.

Wesley runs to the back of the house and busts the door open.

WESLEY: Jamie!

He runs through the corridor. He goes into the living room (or what’s left of it) and finds Jamie, crouching against the wall, coughing into her hand. He pulls her up, and, with her arm around his shoulder, navigates his way back outside and to the front of the house. By now, the fire has become apparent to everyone in the buildings. A group of about 5 people run up to them, including Beverly Crusher.

CRUSHER: Wesley! Oh my god.

Wesley kneels down, helping Jamie to the ground.

WESLEY: Mom, I’m fine. Help her.

Dr. Crusher takes out her medical tricorder and leans over Jamie.

CRUSHER: She’s inhaled a lot of smoke. We should take them to the ship.

She presses her communicator-thingy and says:

CRUSHER: Standby, 4 to beam directly to sick bay. Engage.

She, Wesley, Jamie, and the old woman disapparate (or whatever the hell they call it).

INT. ENTERPRISE

Jamie is lying on one of those really uncomfortable-looking beds in sickbay. Wesley enters. Jamie sits up.

WESLEY: Hey.

JAMIE (groggily): Hi.

WESLEY: Are you feeling better?

JAMIE: Yeah, thanks to you. Is the old woman okay?

WESLEY: Yeah, (smiling) thanks to you… That was pretty stupid, what you did, though. You could have been killed. I doubt Picard and the others will be happy.

JAMIE: You’re right… Wesley, I really want to thank you for—

WESLEY: You don’t have to.

JAMIE: No, I really do. If you hadn’t been there, I would have died.

WESLEY (smiling): Maybe it’s that fate you were talking about.

JAMIE (also smiling): Yeah, maybe.

Dr. Crusher enters and sees Wesley standing next to Jamie’s bed. Crusher smiles.

CRUSHER: Feeling better?

JAMIE: Much.

CRUSHER: Good. I don’t think there’ll be any long-term effects, except maybe you’ll be a little wiser now about running into burning buildings.

JAMIE: Oh yes, I’ve learned my lesson.

Crusher turns to Wesley.

CRUSHER: Wes, you’d better go down and join the other cadets. They’re handing out assignments.

WESLEY: Of course.

He leaves.

JAMIE: Oh god, they aren’t waiting for me to leave, are they?

She starts to get up, eager to join her fellow cadets. Crusher moves to stop her.

CRUSHER: I didn’t say you should go. You need to stay here and rest.

JAMIE: I’m rested! Really, I’m fine (seeing Crusher’s skeptical face). Dr. Crusher, smoke or not, there’s no way I’m delaying Starfleet on our first assignments!

CRUSHER (knowing she’s been beaten): Oh, all right. But if you feel dizzy or tired at all —

JAMIE: I’ll come straight back here.

And she exits without another word. Crusher half smiles, half sighs.

INT. ENTERPRISE

Captain Picard sits in his ready room, reading. Beverly Crusher enters. Picard stands up.

PICARD: Ah! Dr. Crusher. Any news on what caused the fire?

CRUSHER: It appears to have been an electrical fire.

PICARD: Why wasn’t it automatically extinguished by the house’s air compression system?

CRUSHER: The house wasn’t equipped with one. It was a very old cabin, built over a hundred years ago. Some people like to live the simple life.

PICARD: I can understand that, but I don’t see why anyone would sacrifice safety for—oh never mind. It’s already happened. And the cadet who entered to save the old woman—

CRUSHER: Jamie Rolt. She is fine. And I don’t think she’ll ever pull a stunt like that again.

PICARD: Sometimes, Dr. Crusher, I think our youth have become much more rash and impudent than we ever were.

CRUSHER: Or maybe we’ve just gotten too old.

PICARD (smiling): I prefer to be optimistic… But now that she’s well, Starfleet can move out?

CRUSHER: Yes, of course. I think they just left. I half expected them to depart without her, but it would have been such a hassle to bring her there separately, and they already had assignments they could give out, so they waited.

PICARD: Good. That should be a lesson to her. From what I remember as a cadet, they are more afraid of angering the Starfleet Headmaster than they are of death itself.

Crusher smiles at him.

PICARD: You see, I am not so old yet… I suppose we better be off, too, then. I believe we’re late for our rendezvous at Starpoint Station. Dr. Crusher, assemble the ship’s crew and have them come onboard.

CRUSHER: Of course.

She leaves.

CUT TO:

INT. STARFLEET SHIP

Wesley is sitting on a ship with Dmitri, playing chess. Dmitri plays.

DMITRI: So what happened with you and Jamie? She’s okay now, right?

WESLEY: Yeah, she’s fine. We were outside last night, and there was a fire.

DMITRI: Oh. So, what were you two doing outside last night?

WESLEY: Nothing really.

Wesley plays.

DMITRI: Uhuh.

He looks at Wesley and smiles.

WESLEY (innocently): What? You’re in check, by the way.

Dmitri plays.

DMITRI: Nothing. I can’t blame you. Pretty girl, hot jungle setting. I don’t think any guy could be held accountable for his actions.

WESLEY: Oh god. Does everyone know?

DMITRI: Yeah, pretty much all of Starfleet.

WESLEY: Great. Whatever, I’m tired of thinking about that.

Wesley plays.

WESLEY: Check.

DMITRI: Ok.

He plays.

DMITRI: So, what class do you have first?

Wesley groans.

WESLEY: I didn’t say I wanted to talk about school either!

He plays.

DMITRI: I can never please you, can I?

He plays. Wesley smiles. He moves again.

WESLEY: Sure you can. Checkmate.

Dmitri studies the board for a second.

DMITRI: Bastard.

FADE OUT CUT TO:

EXT. ENTERPRISE—SPACE

A shot of the Enterprise in space.

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE

Picard is in his room, reading. Again. GEORDI’S voice comes over the loudspeaker.

GEORDI (O.C.): Captain, we’ve reached Starpoint Station.

Picard pushes his little button thingy…

PICARD: Good. I should speak to Admiral Whicken. He cannot be happy about us being 12 hours late.

Picard walks out of his room.

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Picard enters the main bridge. He sits down in his captain’s chair.

PICARD: Data, open a link between us and Starpoint.

DATA quickly presses buttons.

DATA: Ready, captain.

PICARD: This is Captain Picard of the Enterprise requesting to speak to Admiral Whicken.

A face comes up on the screen. Picard looks up, and is quite surprised to see that it is not the admiral, but rather:

Q (angrily): Captain, you are late.

Cute little shot of Picard doing his surprised and worried face. Riker and Worf in the background are wearing the same faces. Zoom in on Picard’s cute face.

(This would probably be a good place for a commercial.)

FADE OUT

FADE IN

PICARD: Q! What are you doing here?

The image of Q disappears from the screen and he appears on the bridge.

Q: You did not answer my question, captain. Why are you late for you rendezvous at Starpoint?

PICARD: Q, you have no right to simply interfere in my affairs like this!

Q sighs, annoyed.

Q: Spare me, Picard. You’re starting to sound like a broken record. “My affairs, my ship, my crew.” Get over yourself already!

PICARD: What do you want?

Q: Just an answer to my question: Why are you—

He checks his watch.

Q: 12 hours and 27 minutes late for your rendezvous at Starpoint?

PICARD: Why is that of any concern to you? And there’s no way you could know how many minutes we are late: we never arrange meetings by the minute—

Q: No, Picard, according to our records you should have arrived 12 hours and 27 minutes ago.

PICARD: Q, what are you talking about?

Q: Picard, I’m an omnipotent being! Don’t you think with that comes a knowledge of past and future history?

DATA: Intriguing. So you know all that will happen in the future, even taking into account your own interference, such as this visit?

Q: Yes, of course. Or at least we could. We’ve never been wrong before, but now we’ve missed an event by half a day! You can imagine that the Continuum would need answers and of course they sent me—

PICARD (ironically): Ah yes… Because of your expertise on humanity.

Q (seriously): Exactly.

PICARD: So what does this mean for the Q, this discrepancy?

Q: Well, hopefully nothing. It is possible, although about as likely as the universe suddenly collapsing on itself at this very moment—

Picard looks nervous.

Q: That we simply made an error in this particular part of our records. However, if you were supposed to actually arrive here earlier, and something changed, then our entire records are now wrong and need to be rewritten.

PICARD: Well then, we were late because we were using our ship and our doctor to treat some patients.

Q looks interested.

Q: What patients?

PICARD (hesitantly): There was a fire two nights ago. A girl was injured.

Q (thinking): A fire… A cabin in the woods near Orang City? Yes, that’s all there.

PICARD: One of the Starfleet cadets went in to save a person inside. She got the person out, but was then trapped herself.

Q: Yes, yes.

PICARD: And then another cadet—

Q raises his eyebrows.

PICARD: You remember him, Wesley Crusher, saved her.

Q looks astonished.

PICARD: What?

Q: It was not supposed to happen that way.

PICARD: What do you mean?

Q: Wesley never came. Cadet Jamie Rolt remained trapped inside the house, and she burned to death.

PICARD: What? According to whom?

Q: Our records! They are never wrong! And they say that the girl died that night. And now you’re saying she’s alive and well?

PICARD: Yes.

Q looks worried.

RIKER: How come you didn’t notice this discrepancy until now?

Q (waving him off): Oh please, do you think we have nothing better to do than to watch the misadventures of an 18-year-old girl?

TROI: She almost died!

Q: Pffff!… However, something as huge as the 12-hour delay of a galaxy class starship, that is hard to miss… But now there’s this business of Jamie Rolt… This is most disturbing.

Picard looks worried.

PICARD: What do you intend to do?

Q: Well of course this will have to be fixed.

PICARD: What do you mean?

Q: A human being is alive who should be dead! Can you understand the repercussions of that, Picard? We can’t have the little brat running around the galaxy changing history!

PICARD: You’re going to kill her?

Q: Of course. You say the fire was two nights ago… Ah! Yes. This should only take a second and then everything will be back to normal.

He raises his hand. Picard moves to stop him.

PICARD: Q, no!

Q snaps his finger. He waits a second, and then looks confused. Picard looks around, expecting everything to be different. However, nothing has changed. Q looks annoyed. Then he tries to cover:

Q: Oh, yes, I must have… hmmm.

He snaps his finger again. Nothing happens. Picard is still confused. Q looks nervous.

Q: Now this is odd. I don’t see why—oh, no matter. I guess I’ll have to do it the old fashioned way. Where is Jamie now? Oh right …. Be back in a moment Picard.

He snaps his fingers, and this time disappears.

RIKER: What happened? Where’d he go?

PICARD: The Starfleet vessel. He went to kill her himself! We have to contact Starfleet and warn them. Helm, set a course for the Starfleet vessel.

CUT TO:

INT. STARFLEET VESSEL

A classroom full of about 20 students. The teacher talks and a bell rings and the students leave. Jamie is seen among them. She walks out of the room, and the students disperse. She goes down one hallway, and is alone. She is reading her notes, not watching where she is going. We hear a flash and show her walking kind of from a back angle so that we can sort of see her face, but we also see a man in front of her. She almost runs into him. She looks up, surprised. It is, of course, Q.

JAMIE: Oh, sorry—

She sees his little Starfleet insignia thingy…

JAMIE: Sir.

Q: So am I.

He reveals a knife. We show Jamie again, looking quite shocked. She drops her things and starts to quickly back away, but Q grabs her and pushes her against a wall.

JAMIE: Help!

Q raises the knife to her neck and pushes it to her skin. He has a look of resolution. Jamie is under pain from the knife. Q keeps up his look for a second, and then looks worried. He loosens his grip a bit, looks at the knife, and then tries again. Once again, he realizes it isn’t working. He eventually pulls the knife away, leaving Jamie clutching at her throat. Q looks at the knife confusedly.

Q: I don’t understand. This shouldn’t…

Meanwhile Jamie is standing against the wall, hand on her throat, not sure what to do.

Q: Oh, come on.

He runs at Jamie again with the knife. She screams. He pushes the knife to her throat in a huge effort, and then finally drops it and backs away. He looks worriedly at Jamie.

Q: I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.

He disappears. Jamie looks taken aback.

CUT TO:

INT. STARFLEET VESSEL

Wesley is alone in his room, studying. His door slides open and in comes Jamie, looking freaked.

JAMIE: Wesley.

WESLEY: Jamie? What’s wrong?

He goes to her.

JAMIE (spoken in pieces): I was in the corridor and I ran into someone. He had a knife and he tried to…

She can’t quite say it; she puts a hand up to her throat, easily communicating what she means to say. Wesley looks at her with wide eyes.

JAMIE: But he didn’t. I don’t know why.

WESLEY: Then what happened?

JAMIE: He just…he disappeared! He just snapped his fingers, and he was gone!

Wesley has a look of understanding.

WESLEY: What did he look like?

JAMIE: Um… he was about 40. Curly brown hair. He was wearing a Starfleet uniform.

Wesley now looks unmistakably angry.

WESLEY: Q.

JAMIE: You know him?

WESLEY: We’ve met.

Jamie looks at Wesley.

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INT. ENTERPRISE

We are once again on the bridge of the Enterprise. The captain walks in.

PICARD: How long until we reach the Starfleet vessel?

DATA: We will be in transporter range in approximately four minutes, Captain.

Picard sits down in his big ass chair.

RIKER: Captain, this is Q we’re dealing with. If he wants the girl dead, she probably already is.

PICARD: You may be right, Number One. However, it seemed that he tried to kill her earlier, but was unable to.

RIKER: How is that possible? The Q are omnipotent.

Q: And you’ll do well to remember that.

Q is, of course, unexpectedly on board. Worf stands up, phaser in hand.

Q: Oh, sit down, Microbrain.

He turns to Picard. We see he is holding a knife.

Q: Captain, I’m back.

Picard looks down at the knife, worried.

CUT TO:

INT. STARFLEET VESSEL

We are back to Jamie and Wesley. Same position.

JAMIE: What do you mean, “we’ve met”?

WESLEY: I told you I worked on the Enterprise. Q came on the ship a few times.

JAMIE: Wow, Wesley, your life is way too exciting for me.

WESLEY: Yeah, you’re not the only one.

JAMIE: What does he want? Why did he try to kill me?

WESLEY: I don’t know. He can do anything he wants; I don’t see why he’d want to kill you.

Jamie looks confused.

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Enterprise again. Same position.

PICARD: Q, did you kill her?

Q: No, actually, I didn’t. I was wondering if you could help me with that.

He snaps his fingers. Suddenly Wesley and Jamie are on the bridge. Wesley looks around. Jamie sees Q, and looks worried.

JAMIE: You.

Q: No, actually, it’s Q. But good guess.

He turns to the captain.

Q: There’s my girl. Shoot her, would you?

PICARD, JAMIE, and WESLEY all together: What?

Q looks exasperated. He moves toward Picard.

Q: Captain, may I speak with you in private?

Picard considers for a second.

PICARD: All right. Number One, you have the bridge.

Q snaps his finger. He and Picard disappear.

CUT TO:

INT. PICARD’S ROOM

Q and Picard are in what may be the captain’s room. There is a desk and behind it a big comfy chair. Q is sitting in the chair; Picard is standing.

PICARD: Q, what is going on? What do you want with the girl?

Q: I already told you Picard, we want her dead.

PICARD (confused): But then… why isn’t she?

Q: I wish I could answer that Picard. I’m afraid I don’t know myself.

Picard looks confused.

Q: First the girl shows up alive when she should have died. Now, something is stopping our attempts to rectify the situation. I was incapable of killing the girl, Picard. I had the knife to her throat, but I couldn’t cut her skin. Something was stopping me.

PICARD (ironically): Maybe it was guilt.

Q laughs.

Q: I’ve destroyed more individuals than you can imagine, Picard. She is no different.

PICARD: No. I guess not… But, I don’t understand. What or who caused the discrepancy in the first place? Was it another Q?

Q (darkly): No, it wasn’t. I have some ideas as to what caused it, Picard. You’d better hope that I’m wrong.

Q said this more to himself than to Picard, and Picard doesn’t seem to understand.

Q: But, anyway, the girl needs to die, and I can’t kill her. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to perform that service.

PICARD (incredulously): You can’t be serious! I have no right to take away her life. And neither do you!

Q: Must I remind you Picard—

PICARD: Ah yes. “Superior morality”.

Q (leaning back in his chair): Gotcha.

PICARD: Why is it so important that she dies? So your records are wrong, why does that matter?

Q: I swear, Picard, you get more obtuse with each visit.

Picard looks annoyed. Q stands up.

Q: Picard, you’re usually the one who’s so adamant about not disturbing the time line. True, this disturbance changes the future, not the past. However, the Q do not see things as linearly as you mortals do. To us, a disturbance affecting the future is just as serious as one changing the past…

Picard looks unimpressed. Q moves closer toward him.

Q: You must understand, there is a certain power that comes with knowing the future. The Q have known what will happen throughout the universe for all eternity. This glitch, however, has fundamentally changed the time line. The future that we predict is no longer the future that will come to pass. Can you imagine the chaos that this will create?

Picard looks smug.

PICARD: I see now. This is all about power! You don’t want to kill the girl to preserve order in the universe. You’re afraid that with her around, you’ll lose your power to know the future.

Q looks as if he’s been discovered.

PICARD: Well, I’m sorry Q. That’s not a good enough reason for me.

Q (angry. Moves even closer.): The arrogance! You have know idea how this may affect you. You think we act only for our own interest?

PICARD (sarcastically): Oh, of course not. Because you’ve always shown such worry for what happens to us.

Q backs away.

PICARD: Q, I won’t do it. I won’t kill an innocent girl just to keep you in your position of power! Now take me back to my bridge.

Q looks angry as hell. However, he snaps his fingers. The scene changes, and Picard is back on his bridge.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT. ENTERPRISE

Same shot. Picard is on the bridge. The rest of the crew plus Wesley and Jamie react to his reappearance. Riker stands up from the captain’s chair. Wesley walks toward Picard.

WESLEY: Captain, what—

PICARD: Not right now, Wesley. I need to talk to Jamie.

Jamie is still standing where she and Wesley were. She still looks a bit bewildered. She looks up at Picard and nods.

JAMIE: Um, yes, of course.

Wesley looks at her and then back at Picard. Jamie walks toward Picard and he motions toward the door. They both start to walk toward it. Wesley catches up to them. They turn around.

WESLEY: Captain, I’d like to come too.

Jamie looks at him gratefully.

PICARD: I’m sorry Wesley, but I need to talk to Jamie alone.

Wesley looks like he wants to argue. He looks at Jamie, now wearing a reassuring look. Wesley backs up.

WESLEY: Of course.

Wesley watches Jamie and Picard walk through the door.

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INT. ENTERPRISE

Picard and Jamie walk into the boardroom or wherever they always have their little meetings. Picard motions toward a chair.

PICARD: Please, sit down.

JAMIE: Thanks.

She sits down.

JAMIE (quickly): Captain, I’m not quite sure what’s going on here. I never did anything to anyone, I don’t know why—

PICARD: Calm down. I know you did nothing wrong.

JAMIE: Who was that? Wesley said he knew him.

PICARD: Yes, he does. That was Q. We’ve had a few run-ins with him before. He’s part of the Q Continuum. They’re a race of omnipotent beings. Q in particular enjoys parading through the cosmos and especially disrupting our crew.

JAMIE: Uh… okay, but why does he want to kill me?

PICARD: Jamie, you remember the night of the fire?

JAMIE: Yes.

PICARD: It was Wesley that got you out, correct?

JAMIE: Yes.

PICARD: When you discovered the fire, was he with you?

JAMIE: Yes, he was.

PICARD: What were you doing?

JAMIE (uncomfortable): We were, um, walking outside—Captain, I don’t see why this is important.

PICARD: You see, Jamie, according to Q, you weren’t supposed to be with Wesley that night.

JAMIE (confused): What?

PICARD: Q told me that you were supposed to go into that fire alone, and die in it.

Jamie looks shocked.

JAMIE: What—what do you mean “supposed to”?

PICARD: The Q are all-powerful and apparently that means that they’re also omniscient. They can see what will happen. They saw that you would die in that fire.

JAMIE: But I didn’t…

PICARD: Yes, and they feel that this creates a dangerous error in the timeline. And now they feel they need to… correct that error.

JAMIE: Oh.

PICARD: I don’t mean to scare you, but normally, if the Q wanted you dead, you’d be dead in an instant.

Jamie nods.

PICARD: However, Q has been unable to perform the act.

JAMIE: Yeah, I know. He tried to cut my throat back at the Academy, but he couldn’t.

PICARD: Yes. We don’t know why he couldn’t kill you; I don’t think he does either. But he came here to ask me to do it.

Jamie looks as if Picard just shot her already.

PICARD: Listen, Jamie. We would never do that. We would never harm an innocent person; whatever the reason the Q want you dead.

Jamie looks slightly reassured.

JAMIE: But Q—

PICARD: We will also do whatever it takes to protect you from Q. You don’t have to worry.

JAMIE: Captain, thank you, but if an all-powerful being wants me dead, I don’t see what you can do to stop it.

PICARD: As for right now, I don’t believe Q is a threat. He wouldn’t have asked for my help if he believed he could somehow do it himself. Now, I’m going to try to find out why he has had this sudden loss of power, and why the rift in the timeline initially occurred.

Jamie looks down and nods. She looks back up.

JAMIE: Captain, what should I do?

PICARD: I think it’s best if you stay here onboard the Enterprise until this clears up. It won’t be so bad, we can show you around; you’ll get some practical experience.

JAMIE (smiling): Yeah, okay.

PICARD: That’s all then.

Jamie stands up and goes toward the door.

PICARD: Jamie—

Jamie looks back.

PICARD: It will be all right.

Jamie smiles, not quite convinced, and leaves. Cut back to Picard, who also doesn’t look convinced.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

EXT. ENTERPRISE—SPACE

A shot of the Enterprise flying through… you guessed it—space!

PICARD (O.C.): Captain’s log: I am working with Commander Data to understand the situation with Jamie Rolt. Meanwhile, she seems to be adjusting quite well to life on the Enterprise.

Cut to Jamie and Wesley in Engineering with Geordi. Jamie and Wesley are holding tricorders, examining something and Geordi is next to them recording data.

JAMIE: Conditions on Deck 16 are normal—23 degrees Celsius, humidity of 30%, ionization levels of 45.

WESLEY: Deck 17 is 23 degrees Celsius, humidity of 31%, ionization levels of 45.5.

GEORDI: Good. Here, I need to go check something. Can you enter the data, Wesley?

WESLEY: Sure.

He takes Geordi’s tricorder. Geordi walks away. Jamie and Wesley continue to enter information.

WESLEY: Deck 18?

JAMIE: 23 degrees Celsius, humidity of 31%, and ionization levels of 45.

She has been watching him put in the information. She notices something odd, and frowns.

JAMIE: Ah, Wesley, you probably don’t want to be sending this information to Starfleet Headquarters.

Wesley looks closely at the tricorder and sees he has it on the wrong setting.

WESLEY: Oh, crap.

He presses some buttons.

WESLEY (smiling): Thanks.

JAMIE (jokingly): What would you do without me?

Geordi walks back.

GEORDI: Okay, thanks, you guys. I think I can take it from here. Why don’t you two take a break?

WESLEY: See you later.

Wesley and Jamie leave. They are now standing in the corridor. Wesley looks a bit anxious.

WESLEY: So… do you want to go to Ten Forward?

JAMIE (excited): Ooh, sure, I haven’t been there yet.

Wesley smiles, a bit relieved. They walk off.

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE

Jamie and Wesley are sitting at a small table across from each other near the window in Ten Forward. They are drinking red drinks. (God I love Star Trek.)

WESLEY: So how do you like the Enterprise so far?

JAMIE: It’s great. I wish I could have done this before. You’re so lucky you got to work here so long.

WESLEY: Yeah, I guess I am.

He looks around fondly.

WESLEY: Some really exciting things have happened on this ship… Did I tell you about when the ship was infected with a contaminant that made the entire crew act intoxicated?

JAMIE (laughing): Really? Even you?

WESLEY: Yeah. But I’m not so sure you would want to have been around to see Data hitting on half the crew.

JAMIE: Oh, my god, I can’t believe I missed that!

Wesley and Jamie laugh. Jamie sips her drink and looks out the window. She looks somewhat worried. Wesley notices.

WESLEY: Hey, are you okay?

JAMIE: I’m fine. Well, I mean, yeah, I am a little worried. Can you blame me?

WESLEY: You heard what the Captain said. He’s not going to let Q touch you.

JAMIE: Yeah… But, I’m sorry. This is an omnipotent being we’re dealing with here. I know he hasn’t been able to kill me yet, but how long until he finds a way?

WESLEY: Look, Jamie, I’ve worked on this ship a long time. I’ve seen this crew do some amazing things. And this wouldn’t be the first time Picard outsmarted Q.

JAMIE: Really?

WESLEY: Yes. You have nothing to worry about.

Jamie nods.

JAMIE: Wesley, I’ve been thinking about what Picard told me Q said. And, you weren’t there when Q tried to kill me. When he couldn’t, he looked really scared.

WESLEY: So?

JAMIE: I don’t know. It’s just, Q said that me being alive is diluting the timeline. And obviously, anyone being alive when they shouldn’t would have a huge impact on the future. Who knows what kind of effect this could have? Maybe it would be better—

WESLEY (worried): Jamie, you’re not actually considering—?

JAMIE: No, I’m not… But think. If some all-powerful, all-knowing being wants someone dead… who are we to question that?

WESLEY: Believe me Jamie; the galaxy would be a lot worse off if Picard had given in to Q’s every whim. Seriously. You don’t need to worry.

Jamie looks up at Wesley and smiles.

JAMIE: Thanks, Wesley.

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE—BRIDGE

We’re on the bridge of the Enterprise. Picard is with Data, looking over a computer on one of the walls.

DATA: Captain, Q has lost his powers before. Perhaps, once again this is the responsibility of the Continuum.

PICARD: I don’t think so, Data. First, other than not being able to kill Jamie, Q seems to retain all of his power. Also, Q appears to be working for the Continuum on this one. I think the Continuum is just as confused about this as Q is.

Data looks confused.

DATA: Captain, there is something I still do not understand about this. If Jamie is indeed alive when she should be dead, then would not the timeline already be fundamentally altered? If so, then why is Q intent on killing her, if the damage has already been done?

PICARD: I was wondering that myself. Perhaps Q knows more than he’s letting on. Maybe it is not just the glitch in the timeline that disturbs the Continuum. Maybe it is specifically Jamie’s life that scares Q.

Data looks thoughtful.

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE

Jamie is alone in her quarters. She is sitting on her bed, reading. It is obviously late—she is out of uniform and into whatever the hell they wear sleeping there, and her hair is down. The door makes that beeping sound. Jamie looks up.

JAMIE: Come in.

Wesley walks into her room, wearing his uniform. Jamie quickly stands up, a bit embarrassed.

JAMIE: Oh, hi Wesley. I wasn’t expecting you.

Wesley has an earnest look on his face.

WESLEY: I need to talk to you.

JAMIE: Oh, yeah, all right. What about?

WESLEY: About Q.

JAMIE: Oh.

She sits down on her bed. Wesley comes and sits next to her. Jamie looks at him, and then around the room.

JAMIE: Um, are you allowed to be in here?

WESLEY: This is important.

Jamie looks at him a bit worried and confused.

JAMIE: Yeah, what you said earlier… you were totally right. I’m not worried. Well, I mean, I’m a little worried. You’d have to be crazy not to be worried if you had some macho God man after you—

WESLEY: I was thinking about what we said.

JAMIE (worried): Yeah?

WESLEY: What you said makes a little sense. I mean, it’s not as simple as “Q bad, us good.”

JAMIE (definitely worried): It’s not?

WESLEY: No. You’re right. Q is omniscient. He can see past all this simple stuff we worry about. His interest is the fate of the Universe.

JAMIE: Yeah, I guess you’re right… Wesley, what are you trying to say?

WESLEY: I’m saying Q may be right.

Jamie looks like she’s just been punched in the stomach.

JAMIE: Oh.

WESLEY (delicate, compassionate): I mean, Q wouldn’t want you dead for no reason. He may be capricious sometimes, but he is… merciful.

JAMIE (defensive): So, what do you want me to do, Wesley? You want me to kill myself?

WESLEY (resolved): I want to do what’s necessary for the greater good.

JAMIE (hurt): And you, you would be okay with me killing myself?

WESLEY: I’m not saying I’d love it.

Jamie is very hurt. She looks down, near tears. Wesley puts his hand under her chin and lifts it up so she is looking at him. Jamie expects compassion from him. However, Wesley looks annoyed.

WESLEY (angry tone, quite unlike Wesley): Look, you don’t have to be so selfish. Can’t you think about someone other than yourself for a change? The entire cosmos is at stake here!

Jamie suddenly looks angry. She pulls away from him. Wesley realizes he was too harsh.

WESLEY: Look—I’m sorry—

JAMIE (harshly): What are you?

Wesley continues his compassionate look for a second and then suddenly starts laughing. Jamie still looks angry, but surprised. Suddenly his face changes. Lo and behold! It’s Q! Jamie looks shocked. Q is still laughing

Q: Oh, I love how you said “what” and not “who”—

His remark is cut short, as Jamie has just slapped him across the face. She looks appalled and disgusted for having had this conversation with him. She moves a bit further away from him and exclaims:

JAMIE: What kind of sick and twisted freak are you?!

Q is holding his face in his hand, looking almost as appalled as Jamie, and quite more exasperated.

Q (long-suffering complaint): Women!

Jamie looks even more disgusted. She starts to move even further away from him, saying:

JAMIE: Did you really think that would work? How suicidal do you think I am? God, I can’t believe you—

She has turned around to get up and walk away from him. However, Q stops her by grabbing her arm. Jamie turns around and faces him, looking apprehensive.

JAMIE: Q, let go of me.

Q: Sorry, my dear, but I can’t.

JAMIE: I’ll call security.

Q: You do that.

Jamie realizes the futility and relaxes her muscles a bit.

JAMIE: You can’t hurt me. What do you want?

Q: To teach you.

Jamie doesn’t understand. Q moves closer toward her.

Q: What I said before was true; it’s not as simple as “me bad, you good.”

Jamie: You know, before I would have believed you, but I’m starting to disagree more and more each time we meet.

Q ignores her.

Q: I said that your being alive created a discrepancy with our records, made the future different from what we expected. That does not mean that we are completely in the dark.

Jamie looks interested.

Q: True, we cannot be sure what will happen. However, using our infinite knowledge of the universe, we can predict certain outcomes.

JAMIE: Like what?

Q: Well, for a start…

He looks intently at her. Suddenly, the scene changes. We now see an image of Wesley. He is lying on a plain, white floor, dead. He is pale, obviously dead. This image lasts for only a second or two. We go back to show Jamie. She jumps back a bit and looks away from Q.

JAMIE: Wesley! Q, what was that?

Q: It is what your life will eventually cause.

JAMIE: What? No, I couldn’t—

Q: How can you know that? How can you possibly comprehend the virtually endless repercussions your actions will cause? Why, you just sitting here breathing is changing the Universe in ways you can’t possibly imagine.

JAMIE: Yes, but my being dead could do just the same!

Q (in a tone reminiscent of his in “Tapestry”): The Q already know what the Universe would be like with you dead. It’s not that bad.

JAMIE: And you’re just assuming that my life would make it so much worse?

Q: I’m not just assuming! I’m an omniscient being!

JAMIE: Whatever. Q, we all have to make choices. Sure, I don’t know that my choice of… which cereal to eat won’t somehow affect the weather patterns on Jupiter. But I do what seems the smartest at the moment, Q! That’s what humans do!

Q: And that’s what’s holding your race back. That insolence!

JAMIE: No matter what you say, you’re not going to convince me to kill myself. That’s something you need to learn about us mortals Q: we don’t throw our lives away so easily. Now get out.

Q looks angry. He opens his mouth to speak again, and then thinks better of it. He snaps his fingers and disappears. Jamie looks… you guessed it, worried.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT. ENTERPRISE

Jamie is dressed in her Starfleet uniform and her hair is once again up. She is walking hurriedly down a corridor. She reaches a door and presses a button.

CUT TO:

Picard is sitting in his room, still wearing his uniform. He is listening to classical music and reading. His door beeps. Picard puts down his book and looks up.

PICARD: Come in.

Jamie comes through the door.

JAMIE: Captain.

Picard is surprised to see her there. He stands up.

PICARD: Jamie, is there a problem?

JAMIE: Q was just in my room.

Picard looks at her for a second, worried.

PICARD: Computer, stop music.

The music abruptly stops, creating an unnerving silence for a second.

PICARD: What happened?

JAMIE: He came in, and he, well he tried to get me to kill myself. Obviously, it didn’t work… but he got really angry. Captain, I think he’s going to try something; I don’t know what.

PICARD (thinks for a second): Jamie, I’m not quite sure what to do. He could be anywhere.

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE

We’re in Wesley’s quarters. He’s still in uniform, sitting down at a table and working over some piece of technology—say, a nanochip. Good old Wesley. He is concentrating intently on his work and thus does not hear Q apparate behind him. Q leans over, viewing Wesley’s work. He is now very close to Wesley’s face.

Q: You’d probably do well to radiograph that first.

Wesley jumps. He turns around and sees that it is Q and he exhales, angry.

WESLEY: What do you want, Q?

Q: Can’t I help my old pal with his engineering? You know, I could help you finish so much faster—

He raises his hand, about to “do” something.

WESLEY: No thank you Q. If that’s all you came for, you can leave.

Wesley stands up and starts to walk away. Q follows him.

Q: Actually, that’s not all I came for…

Wesley turns around.

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE

Picard and Jamie again.

JAMIE: He might still be on the ship.

PICARD: Computer? Locate Q.

COMPUTER VOICE: Q is in Wesley Crusher’s quarters.

Jamie and Picard look at each other, and then quickly leave the room.

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE

Back to Wesley and Q.

Q: I was wondering, trying to figure out more about this little blip in the timeline. I think I’ve been going about it the wrong way. I’ve been spending all my time on Jamie. True, her life is the result of the disturbance, but you were the one who caused it.

Wesley looks confused.

Q: You were the one who got Miss Rolt out of the fire, am I correct?

WESLEY: Yes.

Q: Now, this is confusing because our records show that you were never out that night. Could you perhaps enlighten me as to why?

WESLEY: Q, listen to me. I have better things to do than to indulge you on your little research project here. You’re an omnipotent being. You figure it out.

Q: Whatever happened to you, Wesley? You used to be so sweet and polite. Now you sound just like Jamie.

Wesley looks annoyed, then suspicious and worried.

WESLEY: Wait, you talked to Jamie? When? What did you do—where is she?

Q rolls his eyes.

Q: My god, Wesley. She’s fine! We just had a nice little chat.

Wesley, furious, moves close to Q.

WESLEY: Leave her alone Q.

Q: My, my, what is the source of this newfound fervor?

He looks strangely at Wesley for a second. Suddenly, a look of understanding dawns upon him.

Q: Ahhh. It’s her, isn’t it? (Accusingly.) You are in love with her!

WESLEY: Don’t, Q…

Wesley turns around so he doesn’t have to listen to Q.

Q (now talking to himself): Yes, yes, that’s it! That’s why you were with her that night. That’s why you saved her from the fire…

Q thinks for a moment.

Q: And she looked so upset when I showed her—

Wesley looks confused. Q is now positively beaming.

Q: Ah, Wesley my good man, I’ve just had an excellent idea!

WESLEY: What’s that?

He says this turning around to face Q once again. However, once he is fully turned around, he comes face to face with the “barrel” of a phaser in Q’s hand. Q is looking quite scheming and sinister. Haha.

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE

Jamie and Picard are walking quickly/running down the corridor. We are watching them from behind. They turn at a door and press a button. The door opens, and Picard then Jamie enter the room. We are now facing them from a point in the room. A shot of the empty room. Jamie looks worried; Picard looks worried/annoyed.

JAMIE: Computer, where is—

She disappears.

CUT TO:

INT. ENTERPRISE

Jamie appears in a relatively large room—looks like a cargo bay. The floor is white.

JAMIE: —Q.

She notices her new surroundings. She looks around and then a voice coming from the middle of the room speaks.

Q: Together at last.

Jamie turns around and sees Q in the middle of the room. He is holding onto Wesley and has a phaser pointed at his head. One more shot of Jamie.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

Same scene, wide shot. Q and Wesley are in the center of the room, and Jamie is about 10 feet away from them. Now go to Jamie, who is looking helpless. She looks at Wesley and says:

JAMIE: Q, what are you doing?

Q: Oh, Jamie, did you really think it wouldn’t come to this? As Wesley here said—

He presses the gun against Wesley’s head. Wesley grimaces.

Q: I could figure it out.

JAMIE: I don’t understand.

Q: No, you wouldn’t, would you? Love works in strange ways. I don’t know what caused the spark between you two. But whatever it was, it caused the disturbance in the timeline. And it brought you here… Look around, Jamie. Notice anything familiar?

Jamie looks at Wesley. Suddenly the scene changes. It is now a shot of dead Wesley again. It only lasts for a second at most, and then returns to Jamie, looking horrified. Q watches her reaction, smiling.

Q: Yes, brilliant isn’t it? I didn’t even know what it meant when I produced it. But I didn’t lie about what I said…

He waits for Jamie to speak. She says nothing, so he keeps talking.

Q: I said that your life would cause it.

Flash back to Jamie, near tears, looking at Wesley. Back to Q again.

Q: But now, your death can prevent it.

He takes a phaser from his pocket and throws it to Jamie. Jamie catches it and looks at it, then back up at Q.

JAMIE: What is this?

Keep the camera on Jamie looking at the gun while Q speaks:

Q (patiently): A standard Federation phaser. At it’s setting, it causes immediate death upon impact.

Flash back to Q as he continues to speak:

Q: It will be quick. You won’t feel a thing.

Jamie does a slight laugh and looks up at Q.

JAMIE: “Q the merciful.”

Q ignores her comment.

JAMIE: Q, you really don’t have to do this…

Q: Actually, Jamie, I do. Now, I am on a tight schedule here, so I’ll lay this out nice and simple for you. If you don’t push your button, I’ll push mine.

He indicates the button on his phaser by waving it.

Q: How does that sound?

WESLEY: Jamie, don’t do it.

Q: Oh, how gallant of you, Wesley. Unfortunately, it won’t pay off this time.

He looks back up at Jamie.

JAMIE: Q, please…

Q considers for a second, and then says almost hesitantly:

Q: I’m sorry. I have to.

Jamie looks at him, crushed. She then raises the phaser and looks at it, then back at Q. She seems resolute.

Q: Jamie, I’m going to count to three. One—

She looks at Wesley with determination in her eyes. Wesley has an imploring look on his face.

Q: Two—

Jamie presses the button on her phaser. Her body immediately falls to the ground.

WESLEY: No!

Q looks astonished, almost as if he didn’t expect her to do it. He stares at her body for a second, looking almost sad. Wesley breaks away and goes over to Jamie. He turns around and shouts:

WESLEY: Look what you’ve done!

Q looks honestly remorseful. He opens his mouth as if to say something, maybe sorry. But he closes it and looks resolute. He disappears, leaving Wesley, teary-eyed, with Jamie’s body. He picks up the phaser with which she shot herself and he looks at it.

Wesley looks at the phaser, all depressed, for a few seconds, and then he puts on an analytical face. He looks more closely at the phaser, confused.

JAMIE (O.C.): Uhhh… Oh god, that hurt.

Wesley stares ahead for about a second, not able to believe his ears. He turns around. Jamie is sitting up, looking slightly pained but still quite alive. Wesley just stares at her.

JAMIE: So much for not feeling a thing. But then, I guess I broke my part of the deal, too.

Jamie, now completely sitting up, smiles at Wesley and indicates the phaser.

JAMIE: I guess he should have materialized a phaser that didn’t have controllable settings. I just changed it when he wasn’t looking.

Wesley just looks at her in awe.

JAMIE: I do love you, Wesley, but I wasn’t gonna kill myself if I didn’t have to.

She waits for him to speak. He is still staring at her.

JAMIE: So… say something!

Wesley can’t seem to speak, so he does the next best thing. He puts his arms around her and starts kissing her passionately. Believe me, it looks very romantic. Jamie doesn’t seem to mind. They continue kissing for maybe 5 seconds and then Jamie breaks it off.

JAMIE: Uh, Wesley, Wesley, stop for a second. Me shooting myself—not a permanent solution. Q’s going to figure it out sooner or later.

WESLEY: You’re right. What should we do?

JAMIE: Hey, I was knocked out! You’re the one who had the time to think up a plan.

Wesley, exasperated, looks around searching for inspiration. Finding none, he suggests the next best thing.

WESLEY: We’ve got to find Picard.

JAMIE: Right.

They stand up and run out the door.

CUT TO:

INT. UNDISCLOSED LOCATION

Jamie and Wesley walk into a room. It seems very cozy. There is a rug on the floor, and a fireplace on the wall. There are comfy looking chairs all around. Jamie and Wesley look around confused.

JAMIE: Definitely not the corridor.

WESLEY (worriedly): I guess Q found out sooner than we’d hoped.

Jamie looks intently depressed. She slumps down into one of the chairs.

JAMIE (hopelessly): Wesley, I don’t think I can do this for much longer…

Wesley walks over and kneels in front of her. He says, not quite sure himself:

WESLEY: It’s going to be all right.

Suddenly Q appears behind them. Wesley hears the little flashy sound, and stands up, totally pissed. He walks up to Q, who looks utterly bewildered, and shoves him against the wall.

WESLEY: Why are you doing this? She didn’t hurt anyone!

Q: Wh—what are you talking about?

Q looks over toward the chairs and sees Jamie, now standing up, looking half scared, half tired.

Q: What are you doing alive?

WESLEY: You—you don’t know? Then why did you bring us here?

Q: I didn’t. I didn’t even bring myself here.

WESLEY: Then who did?

JAMIE (quietly): Is it another Q?

Q: No. No, it couldn’t be. Who would—?

He thinks for a second and then suddenly looks very scared. Wesley waits for him to say something.

WESLEY: What?

Q: I’ve got to get out of here.

He snaps his fingers. Nothing happens. He panics, he runs for the door. He pulls it open. A man is on the other side of the door. We’ve seen him once before. He was the same man in the bar at the beginning. Q obviously recognizes him, because he backs up looking quite scared when he sees who it is. Jamie and Wesley look at each other for a second.

Q: What are you doing here?

MAN: I’m here to keep you from making a mistake.

He indicates Jamie.

MAN: What has happened has happened. Events are already in motion. You know it is too late to change that.

Q looks worried, and he seems to understand what the man is saying. The man snaps his fingers, and Picard appears in the room, looking bewildered. He turns around and faces everyone, taking in the scene. He looks in particular at the old man. The man speaks to Picard.

MAN: You no longer have to worry about this matter.

He turns to Jamie.

MAN: He will not try to hurt you anymore.

Jamie looks gratefully at this stranger.

Q looks from Picard, to the man, to Jamie. He considers, and then looks back at the man.

Q: You can’t just decry that you know. My people will—

MAN: Your people? Your people can’t do anything about it.

Q inhales angrily. He looks around at everyone again, then snaps his fingers and disappears. The man looks at Jamie and smiles. There is a flash of light, and Jamie, Wesley, and Picard are back on the bridge. The old man is gone. Show Jamie and Wesley, both looking extremely relieved. Close up on Picard, who is looking over his bridge, also looking relieved.

CUT TO:

EXT. ENTERPRISE—SPACE

A shot of the Enterprise flying through space. Picard’s voice is heard off- camera.

PICARD (O.C.): It appears that the conflict between Q and Cadet Jamie Rolt is over. Whoever visited the ship, he seems to have put Q in his place.

Switch shot to one of Jamie and Wesley sitting around a big table with a bunch of other cadets. They look very happy, chatting with their friends. Their voices are muted. Picard is still speaking.

PICARD (O.C): Both Jamie and Wesley have returned to Starfleet Academy, doubtless with more first-hand experience than their fellow cadets.

Switch shot to Picard walking down a corridor.

PICARD (O.C.): As for the rest of the ship, we have resumed normal operations.

Picard turns and enters a room—his office, or whatever. He moves toward the desk, and suddenly, his big chair swivels around. Q is sitting in it. Picard looks taken aback.

PICARD: Q, what are you doing here? You heard what the man said; you aren’t supposed to come back!

Q: Relax, Captain. I’m not here to try anything. I just need to talk to you.

PICARD: About what?

Q: Sit down, Captain.

He indicates the smaller chair on the other side of the desk. Picard, slightly annoyed, sits down.

PICARD: Now, Q, tell me what you are doing here.

Q: It’s about Jamie.

PICARD: No, I’m not—

Q: Picard, just listen to me.

Q: I just want to make sure you know everything before you dismiss me and my request.

PICARD: To kill her?

Q says nothing.

PICARD: I thought I made this clear to you, Q. I am not going to kill her just for your amusement.

Q: Is that what you think?

PICARD: That’s exactly what I think, Q. Now excuse me—

He starts to stand up.

Q: Do you know who that man was?

This naturally stops Picard, who loves to find out everything he can about alien cultures. He looks at Q.

Q: The Q have an incredible power. To you, it seems that we are all- powerful.

Picard looks confused.

PICARD: You’re not?

Q: Of course not!

PICARD: But we’ve seen—

Q: Captain, to an ant, wouldn’t you seem all-powerful? Although our abilities may seem limitless, we are in fact, in our own realm, just as powerless as you are in yours.

PICARD: I don’t understand.

Q: You have a holodeck onboard this ship. Your children play with dolls. Just because your race is engaged in dangerous affairs, doesn’t mean you can never take a break.

PICARD: So, we’re just dolls to you? This is all a game?

Q: Normally it is. At Farpoint it was, (with a slight laugh from the memory) in Nottingham it was, but this is completely serious. We are not the only beings in the universe with power. It is with them that we fight.

PICARD: The old man?

Q: Was one of those creatures. Now, his actions on the ship may have seemed merciful, but trust me Captain: you do not want these beings taking over the Universe.

PICARD: I still don’t understand what this has to do with Jamie.

Q: The disruption in the time line—how many beings out there do you think are capable of something like that?

PICARD: Are you saying…

Q: They caused it Picard. For some reason, they wanted Jamie alive. I don’t know exactly what effect her life may have on the course of time; what she might do to the Universe, but generally, when these beings want something, it isn’t good.

PICARD: Good for who?

Q: Don’t you get it Picard? This isn’t about my games anymore. This is about the fate of the Universe.

He leans in toward Picard.

Q: These beings are engaged in war against us, against the Universe. And, in a way that even I do not yet understand, Jamie is their weapon.

Picard thinks.

PICARD: Q, I’m sorry, I can’t. I don’t know who these beings are or what threat they pose to the galaxy. Right now, the only reason I have to kill the girl is your word, and frankly, that’s not good enough!

Q looks utterly defeated.

Q: That’s your decision?

PICARD: It is. I don’t know the games you play with these beings, Q, but I am not going to get involved.

Q looks resigned, and a bit insulted at Picard’s last comment. He says, with complete solemnity:

Q: It is a dark game we play, Captain. Hope that we win.

Q snaps his fingers and disappears, leaving Picard in his office.

CUT TO:

EXT. BASE OF STARFLEET ACADEMY—DAY

Jamie and Wesley are outside with a bunch of cadets. Dmitri is there. It is a beautiful day, green everywhere. Jamie is sitting very close to Wesley. He has his arm around her waist and they both look very happy. (Just like last scene except outdoors.) There is a lot of talking, but it is mostly indistinguishable. There is some nice quiet peaceful background music. Wesley says something and people laugh, including Jamie. She looks up at him and smiles. He smiles back at her. The camera zooms in on her a bit. Right now the camera is focused on Wesley and Jamie—mostly Jamie. We see her; continuing to smile, look down off to no point in particular. Her smile dwindles a bit. She looks meditative. One more round of the ominous Star Trek music.

CUT TO BLACK

REFERENCES:

It’s a dark game we play, Captain. Hope that we win.—Katherine Applegates’ The Andalite Chronicles ©Katherine Applegate

SCENE 9—All the lines and everything were mine, but the motivation was a scene from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

SCENE 13—“There’s my girl!” True Q, Star Trek (but then I guess I’m giving them credit for everything anyway)

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Return to me my Sweet, Part 1

Title: Return To Me My Sweet Part 1
Author: SeanY (CityBoyNYC2001@aol.com)
Rating: PG

“What have you done to us?” The Borg Queen asked Admiral Janeway. “I thought
we didn’t need words to understand each other” She replied. The Borg Queen
said “you have infected us with a neural genetic pathogen but we are
adapting”. Admiral Janeway’s eyes widened in shock.

Inside the hub three Borg Cubes were quickly catching up to Voyager. Chakotay
yelled to Seven of Nine “Seven how much longer till we read the Alpha
Quadrant?” Seven answered “190 seconds”. As the Borg Cubes caught up to
Voyager two of the cubes put a tractor beam on Voyager while the third said,
“We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is Futile.”

Captain I can’t shake the tractor beams.” Tom yelled out. Janeway has a blank
face as she took a moment to think, ‘They always seem to try to assimilate
us, but they have always failed. I know we do the same thing here.’ Finally
she said, “Mr. Paris reverse course.”

“Yes Captain” Tom Answered

“Mr. Tuvok please open a ship wide channel,” Janeway said

“Done” Tuvok flatly said.

“This is the captain proceed to the escape pods and abandon ship” was
Janeway’s response

Chakotay said, “are you sure about this?”

Janeway nodded and said, “Yes, yes I am. As Janeway spoke her last statement,
Voyager was pulled into the lead Borg Cube.

Admiral Janeway still lay on the floor of the Borg Hub, as it about to
explode. The Borg Queen paced around Janeway in circles. Janeway looked up
and said to the Queen “Come on! What are you waiting for? Just assimilate me
already!”

The Queen looked down at her and said “No I think I will just stand her and
watch as the nano probes assimilate you themselves”.

The Queen looked up in a fast motion and took some deep breaths in slowly
with her eyes closed. Then looked back down at the human becoming a drone
before her eyes. “Our transport has arrived” She said and walked up the
Janeway. “Soon your younger self will be a drone again. And you as well.

Voyager was docked at the Borg docking ramp inside the massive cube. The
Delta Flyer was at the entrance that Voyager came in. It fires
three-transfasick torpedo’s and they make a huge gap in the cube as the Flyer
makes a fast getaway. It flies out of the Cube and gets pushed strait into
the Delta Quadrant.

Captain Janeway, Seven of Nine, Tuvok and The Doctor were all on Voyagers
Bridge. “Janeway to computer self-destruct sequence authorization Janeway pie
110” Janeway told the computer. But it made a strange buzzing noise and
answered back “unable to comply.”

“The Borg must have changed to Security Codes” Tuvok said.

Seven of Nine, the only Borg drone ever to leave the Collective, was standing
in the middle of the bridge. There were many thoughts racing through her
mind, but the number one thought was ‘Will I get assimilated again?’ She also
thought about what horrors the future now holds for her and her friends. She
stood there in almost pitch-blackness and was deep in her thoughts when
Captain Janeways hand touched her shoulder. Their eyes met and locked, which
was held for moments before Janeway returned to her seat. Suddenly eight Borg
drones beamed aboard the bridge and Janeway stood as they did so.

Janeway walked over to Seven and stood by her as they heard, “Resistance is
futile.” Janeway leaner over to Seven and whispered, “Seven you will not
rejoin The Collective again. I promise you that.” Seven turned to face the
Captain and said, “I hope that you do not break that promise Captain.” All at
once Tuvok, Kathryn, and Seven and four of the drones disappear. The
holographic doctor stood where he was wondered whet the hell was in store for
him.

Two drones drag Admiral Janeway into The Queens chamber. And they drop her at
the Queens feet. She looks down at the pathetic human and said “Voyager has
been assimilated with less than 20 seconds until they reached the Alpha
Quadrant. And as we speak, Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine are on their way
here”.

Admiral Janeways’ face fell and asked “Voyager?”

The Queen nodded and almost with a smirk said, “Yes. It is intact and being
stripped of everything Starfleet related. Oh and so you know, The Doctor is
being fitted with an all new attitude and wardrobe to server me here in this
cube. He is also on he way here.”

The Queen smiled and closed her eyes in a freaky slow movement as she
breathed slowly and deeply. She then opened her eyes and looked at Janeway.
As The Queen studied Janeway she thought ‘the old Janeway could die in five
years if not properly cared for’.

“I have just gotten word that now Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine are on
their way to my chambers. Soon very soon in fact you, your younger self, and
your little piece of artwork will soon be my artwork again. And there is NO
Voyager crew to save you”.

200 light years away on the Borg Cube that is holding Voyager. Harry Kim,
Tuvok, and B’Elanna Torres all as Borg Drones are doing what they have been
assigned to do. In the Maturation Chamber, Naomi Wildmen and Miral, B’Elannas
new baby, both are in separate maturation chambers developing into Borg Drones

The Borg Queen was on her high thrown smiling with her eyes closed as Captain
Janeway and their hair dragged in Seven. Voyager’s Doctor, now a drone was
also dragged in. The four stood in a row as the Queen said, “Oh Captain
Janeway it will be so good to get to know you again”. As the Queen is about
to turn away she faced the Captain again. “Oh and another thing Captain this
time I win”.

To Be Continued
Part Two Coming Soon

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The Logic of Vulcan Emotion

The Logic of Vulcan Emotions

by Stephen D. Greaney

sexual situation, adult theme, no erotica

plot summary: Chekov gets a special assignment, as Kirk tries to keep the Federation together, in this often humorous story.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 4131.9

The Enterprise will soon break orbit above the planet Vulcan. Our overt mission is to transport two opposing delegations to Earth, and the Federation’s Planetary Policy Appeals Commission. More importantly, StarFleet has ordered that we use every possible means of persuasion in forestalling a diplomatic crisis.

The Vulcan government has ruled that a group promoting emotionalism among Vulcans has engaged in dangerous, and illegal activity, and must disband. The newly banned group is appealing the decision to the Federation Commission empowered to overrule unjust decisions made by the individual planetary governments of Federation members.

The Vulcan High Council has officially informed the Federation that it will seriously consider leaving the Federation entirely, if the Commission rules in favor of the appealing group… The Vulcan Emotional Freedom Society.

The Society takes the position that it has the right, under Federation law, to have its members express emotion, and encourage other Vulcans to join them. They have every reason to expect the Federation will overturn the banning of their group by the Vulcan government.

The Vulcan High Council states that allowing the existence of a group promoting emotionalism among Vulcans is the first step on a journey toward complete chaos on Vulcan. They point to the history of violent barbarism among Vulcans before they abandoned emotions in favor of supreme logic.

I can only hope to foster an agreement between the two sides before we reach Earth; avoiding the real possibility that a cornerstone of the Federation, the Vulcans, will leave the Federation forever. I consider myself lucky to have Mr. Spock at my side in these impending delicate negotiations.

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The lights of the transporter panel blinked obediently for Mr. Scott, and the transporter chief, as they looked down at the panel. The others stood closer to the transporter pads. Kirk had one foot resting on the stair separating the pads from the Transporter Room floor. Wearing full dress uniforms had been discussed. Better to make an impression with them at the formal dinner, it was decided.

McCoy said, “What I don’t understand is why we are responsible for negotiations, and not the Federation Diplomatic Corp?”

Spock replied, “A simple matter, Doctor. First, do no harm. The diplomats fear that interceding at this juncture can only invite further trouble for the Federation, and believe we are fully capable of defusing the situation.”

“Well gentleman, that’s not going to happen if we stand here gabbing all day,” Kirk said. He turned his head, and spoke in an expectant tone. “Mr. Scott?”

“Aye, sir. I’ll beam the first party aboard.”

Kirk inquired, “Are both parties on transporter pads?”

“Aye, sir.”

“Then beam both parties aboard simultaneously.”

“But Captain, Vulcan Space Command specified that the parties be beamed aboard separately,” Scott protested.

“I’m aware of that, Mr. Scott. You have your orders.”

“Yes, Captain. Preparing to energize.”

Kirk addressed Spock, and Dr. McCoy, for a moment. “I want them together as soon as possible. I want to see what I’m dealing with here.” Then, “Mr. Scott, you’re spending an awful lot of time in the Transporter Room for the Chief of Engineering?”

“Aye. These pads have been acting up a wee bit lately. It would be more than my job is worth to loose the patterns of a Vulcan High Council delegation.”

“I see your point,” Kirk said with a grin. “Energize.”

“Energizing, Captain.”

The familiar sights and sounds were evident as five Vulcans, from the planet below, had their atoms reassembled on the transporter pads.

Kirk immediately stepped up. “Madame T’Pau, I had no idea you would be gracing my ship.”

“Indeed, Kirk. Thee are looking fit considering thy death,” T’Pau said.

“If I may, that was entirely my responsibility,” Bones broke in.

“Thee do thyself no credit by reminding us of thy outworlder treachery,” T’Pau intoned. To Kirk she said, “Thee feign respect, yet thee have us in the presence of rabble. Thee have prepared quarters for us?”

Kirk said, “Why yes, T’Pau. But I thought the two delegations could tour the ship, and then later perhaps dine together with my senior officers. We would be interested in hearing from both sides regarding the issues that separate you.”

T’Pau walked past Kirk saying, “We weary of this. We will retire to our quarters. Our assistant will visit thy command center.”

“The Bridge, Madame T’Pau,” offered Spock.

T’Pau continued, “But not in the presence of these heretics.”

“We expect the Federation to look upon us more kindly, T’Pau,” came the reply from the obvious leader of the opposing delegation. He was a tall man, perhaps Spock’s age. “I am Salec, and we are of the Vulcan Emotional Freedom Society.” He smiled at Kirk, as he gestured toward his two companions. Salec was accompanied by a young male, and female.

T’Pau halted before Spock saying, “Spock, will thee escort us to our quarters?”

Spock gestured toward the door as he said, “Of course, T’Pau. Please step this way.”

Salec spoke as Spock was about to turn away. “Spock, I hope we can talk later. I would be interested in discussing your experiences aboard the Enterprise.”

“That would be agreeable. I will have ample time to answer your questions, Salec.” With that Spock turned to go.

Kirk said, “Dr. McCoy, would you escort Salec, and his party, on a tour of the ship?”

“Delighted, Captain,” Bones said. The doctor’s broad smile brought smiles to the faces of Salec, and his companions. “Let’s start with Sick Bay. Mr. Spock finds it fascinating,” said the doctor.

Kirk offered a polite hand of support down from the transporter pad level as he said, “And you?”

T’Pau’s tall, slender and young looking assistant ignored Kirk’s hand as she descended saying, “You may call me T’Lan.”

Kirk was quickly by her side saying, “Welcome, T’Lan. Let me show you my Bridge.”

Within moments, only the transporter chief, and Scotty remained. “That didn’t go too well,” said the transporter chief.

“Things could have gone much worse,” said Scotty.

“Oh? How so?”

“We could have lost their patterns.”

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Kirk knew he wasn’t making any headway with T’Lan, and made no effort to move on with the Bridge tour once she became stationary near Mr. Chekov. Kirk remained as pleasant as possible. “If you have any further questions about Bridge operations, Mr. Spock can -”

T’Lan cut off Kirk. “Captain, I am here as a courtesy. It is not the intention of this delegation to engage in endless socialization with you, your crew, or the opposing delegation. We have serious matters to attend to. This Commission -”

“The Planetary Policy Appeals Commission…,” Chekov broke in.

“Yes, thank you…,” replied T’Lan.

“Ensign Pavel Chekov at your service…”

“Thank you, Mr. Chekov… Captain, we consider the Planetary Policy Appeals Commission to be an abominable intrusion upon the rights of individual sovereign governments. It is inconceivable to us that the Federation would be able to dictate, from Earth, terms regarding the very foundation of Vulcan society,” T’Lan said firmly.

“T’Lan, the Federation has never had a spirit of dictating terms to member governments. Why, in the long history of the Federation -”

“There has never been a time when a founding member was considering leaving the Federation. Vulcan survived thousands of years before the Federation. It can doubtless survive thousands more without the Federation. Can the Federation survive without Vulcan?”

Kirk didn’t have a stock answer prepared, and was glad Mr. Chekov chose to speak. “I’m sure the Captain is aware of the gravity of the situation. It is similar to a time in Earth’s history when my mother country, Russia, quite rightly, threatened to leave the European Union over arbitrary dictates that impacted upon the stability of sovereign Russian society.”

“Indeed,” said T’Lan. “How did the situation resolve itself, Mr. Chekov?”

“Well, the importance of Russia could not be denied. Russia maintained the principals of individual sovereignty, while negotiating an acceptable compromise; no doubt saving the entire European Union from collapse,” replied Chekov.

“A most logical historical analogy with the current crisis…”

“Thank you,” said Chekov. “Mr. Spock often compliments me on my powers of logic. If I had a credit for each time Mr. Spock has said to me, ‘That is a flawless example of a logical conclusion,’ I would be a very wealthy man.”

“Which is why I’ve decided to have Mr. Chekov work with you for the remainder of our journey to Earth. With his powers of logic, you two working together could create another historic compromise. Mr. Chekov, you’re temporarily re-assigned, effective immediately,” spoke Kirk authoritatively.

“But Captain, my duty post?”

“I think we can hold down the fort without you for a few days. Now show T’Lan some of that famous logic while you learn the Vulcan position. Report to the Briefing Room at 1600 hours. That should give you two enough time to get acquainted.”

Chekov was already on his feet. “Perhaps we can finish your tour of the ship?”

“That would be agreeable,” came T’Lan’s quick reply. In a few moments they disappeared behind the doors of the turbolift.

Sulu immediately spoke. “Captain, with respect, Chekov doesn’t have much diplomatic experience. Is he the right man for the job?”

“You saw what happened, Sulu. I had nothing. The Federation was withering on the vine. Is my youngest officer the right man for the job? He’s got to be… he’s got to be.”

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Dr. McCoy was justifiably proud of his Sick Bay, and did a proper job of showing it off. Now he conducted his guests into the empty of patients hospital ward area.

“Your medical laboratories have a most impressive array of scientific equipment, Doctor,” said Salec. “But what is the healing philosophy behind your medicine?”

“That’s an interesting question coming from a Vulcan. Mr. Spock finds the scientific aspects of medicine most worthy of discussion. I must say, I find the smiling faces of you, and your associates, refreshing. Spock maintains a disdain for outward displays of emotion.”

“A most perceptive comment, Doctor,” said Salec. “We Vulcans are capable of, and do feel the same emotions as humans. But, the archaic, and dare I say, illogical attitude prevalent in our wider culture has the poor populace of Vulcan continually wringing emotions from their consciousness, like unwelcome intruders into the sanctity of their homes. A culture deprived of emotional awareness is a culture starved of information, and knowledge. That is what the Vulcan Emotional Freedom Society seeks to change.”

“You’ll get no argument from me on the value of emotions,” said the doctor.

“Nor I,” said Nurse Chapel as she rejoined the group, and the discussion. “But, Salec, I’ve made a study of Vulcan culture. I can’t imagine you’re making much headway against centuries of logic as the only consideration?”

“Ah, yes. But our once tiny group has seen exponential growth, as Vulcans starved for what it means to be truly Vulcan, flock to us,” Salec proudly stated. “Tell me Doctor, might the lovely Nurse Chapel accompany us on the remainder of our tour?”

“Why, yes,” replied the nurse. “It’s nice of you to notice. I do have a few more questions. You’re the Vulcan equivalent of a college professor, aren’t you?”

“I am. Our society first took root among my students.” He looked at his Vulcan companions. “Young minds can be fertile soil for obvious truths their elders refuse to face.”

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Spock was learning the hard line stance T’Pau intended to maintain, as they stood facing each other in the well-appointed guest quarters.

“We will not negotiate with that mentally unbalanced charlatan,” she told him. “Spock, he opens a trail leading to the death of our civilization. The ordered minds of logic brought us out of the wasteland of emotional disorder, and are the foundation of all Vulcan accomplishment. Would thee have us scurry around like so many humans? The strength of the Vulcan mind needs the constant discipline of logic to maintain equilibrium. We are not humans.”

“Of that, I am well aware,” answered Spock. “But, it is illogical to assume that allowing this group to function will bring about a revolution of emotionalism in Vulcan society, leading to a permanent descent into barbarism.”

“Enough! They grow like a cancer. The healthy body destroys a cancer. The High Council will keep Vulcan healthy. Has life among the humans deranged thee, Spock?”

“Madame, I have devoted my life to the pursuit of logic. My shipmates, and my human ancestry have not altered that. I see no reason to be insulting.”

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T’Lan requested that Chekov take her to a location not covered by standard tours of the starship. “My quarters are just down this way. But I warn you, they are nothing special,” said Chekov.

“But the private quarters of such a fine example of humanity do interest me, Mr. Chekov.”

“Here they are. Don’t forget to wipe your feet.”

The doors automatically admitted them, and closed behind them. T’Lan said, “Wipe my feet?”

“A joke. Please sit down.”

T’Lan’s eyes darted about as she took in some of the particulars of Chekov’s modest accommodations. She saw prints by Russian artists, a balalaika hanging on a wall and leather bound books by authors like Tolstoy, and Dostoyevsky. She chose the couch in Chekov’s sitting area, and motioned for Chekov to sit next to her. “Ah, humor. I’m afraid your jokes are wasted on me. The logic behind humor escapes me.”

“There must be more to Vulcan life than only logic.”

“A logical conclusion, Pavel. Like you, we Vulcans have art, music, literature and other diversions. But there is something about you that makes me think of physical pleasure.”

“Physical pleasure?”

“Yes, physical pleasure.” With those words she began to kiss Chekov on the mouth with an urgent passion. He made no attempt to escape the arms that encircled his body, and used his own to draw T’Lan closer.

The whistling tone of a wall communicator sounded, and sounded again, before Chekov would leave T’Lan’s warm embrace, walk to the device, and answer. “Chekov here.”

“There you are, Chekov,” came the voice of Uhura. “Mr. Spock reports T’Pau insists that T’Lan join her immediately in her quarters.”

“Message received, Lieutenant. Chekov out.” He joined T’Lan again on the couch, took her hands in his, and said, “Maybe we can continue this discussion later?”

“Of that, you can be assured,” she replied.

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The group of men from the senior staff were all seated, and ready for business at 1600 hours.

“Mr. Spock, the results of your shuttle diplomacy, report,” began Kirk.

“Disappointing, Captain. T’Pau remains unyielding in her stance toward the Vulcan Emotional Freedom Society, and refuses to negotiate.”

“And Salec?” Kirk inquired.

“In our brief meeting he expressed profound disappointment in me, personally.”

“Explain.”

“Salec had hoped I might serve as a role model to his followers, accounting for my mixed parentage, and living among a largely human population.”

“He thought you’d pick up some of our bad emotional habits,” Kirk finished for Spock.

“Fat chance of that,” said Dr. McCoy.

Kirk asked, “What have you got for us, Bones?”

“I was just down to see the Society members in one of the rec halls.”

“And?”

“Well, it’s hardly Sodom and Gomorrah down there,” said the doctor. “Beyond the smiles, and congratulating each other warmly for winning at chess, I wonder how deeply they’re actually feeling their emotions?”

“A good question, Doctor,” said Spock. “It is possible that the Society members are more interested in rebelling against the norms of Vulcan culture, rather than reviving a discredited lifestyle, thousands of years out of date.”

“I don’t think they’re play acting, Spock,” Bones responded. “I think they need more experience expressing their emotions. Speaking from a human perspective, I think Salec’s arguments are well developed.”

“Perhaps borrowed from human criticism of Vulcan culture,” countered Spock.

“Salec seems passionate in his beliefs,” said Bones.

“Gentleman, may I remind you that the Enterprise is hurtling through space, at warp speed, toward an uncertain future for the entire Federation? Let’s assume the Society members are sincere, and move on,” said Kirk. “Do either of you have any good news to report?”

“Nurse Chapel has struck up a friendship with Salec,” said Bones.

“That could work in our favor, Captain,” said Spock. “Nurse Chapel has familiarized herself with Vulcan customs. With all his seeming openness, Salec has a reputation as a recluse. He is rarely among the general populace of Vulcan, preferring the company of a handful of his early followers.”

“Continue your analysis, Spock,” said Kirk.

“This is purely supposition, Captain. It seems likely that the Vulcan High Council has sent T’Pau to gather further information on the enigmatic Salec.”

“And her reluctance to even meet with her quarry?”

“Deception, Captain. I suspect each side is avoiding the negotiating table until it can find a new vulnerability in the other. It seems a foregone conclusion that the Federation Planetary Policy Appeals Commission will rule in favor of the Vulcan Emotional Freedom Society. The ideals of individual liberty are clearly established in the Federation Charter. A ruling in favor of the Society could lead to Vulcan withdrawing from the Federation… unlikely. It appears equally unlikely Salec wants a ruling that will be negated by a Vulcan withdrawal from the Federation.”

“So, it’s your theory that both sides would be willing to compromise if we could get negotiations started?”

“And that both sides wish to remain aloof, so as not to weaken their negotiating position. You will note Salec has made no move to open negotiations, although he states he is ready for them. I have already stated T’Pau’s stance.”

Chekov inquired, “Why would not Salec wait until a favorable decision from the Commission has been made, and call the bluff of the High Council?”

“Because he can’t afford to take the chance of being blamed for causing Vulcan to withdraw from the Federation, and the real disruption to Vulcan society that would follow, totally discrediting their cause,” answered Kirk.

“Exactly, Captain,” said Spock.

Scotty spoke, “What about the threat to Vulcan culture that the Society poses?”

“Overblown,” said Spock. “While exact figures are unavailable, my recent indirect analysis of the situation reveals that all disaffected Vulcans who want to join the Society have already done so. Knowledge of the existence of the organization is widespread among the Vulcan population.”

Sulu asked, “What reason would T’Pau have for entering negotiations now, before the ruling?”

“Doubtless the High Council does not want to be in a position of backing down from its stated probable intention of leaving the Federation if its sovereignty comes into question,” said Spock. “The wild card in this situation, to follow Mr. Chekov’s earlier analogy, is that T’Pau has enough power, and influence, to negotiate for the High Council, or even to leave the Federation, without further consultation with the High Council on Vulcan. Salec must also be aware of this fact.”

“Then it’s in all our best interests to get negotiations started as soon as possible, which is what I’ve wanted from the beginning,” said Kirk. “I’ll impress upon Nurse Chapel the urgency of opening negotiations. We’re dealing with guesswork here. I’ll be much happier once negotiations have concluded. Mr. Chekov, we haven’t heard your report. How are relations between you, and T’Lan?”

“Relations are good, Captain.”

“What have you learned of the Vulcan position?”

“I am still unclear about the finer points, Captain,” said Chekov. “Rest assured I will be on top of the Vulcan position upon my next meeting with T’Lan.”

“I want both sides at the negotiating table tomorrow morning, Mr. Chekov. You’ve got to convince T’Lan to get T’Pau to be there. I’ll issue formal invitations.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem for Mr. Chekov, Captain,” said Sulu. “He seems pretty popular with the Vulcan ladies.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, sir. I saw him talking with the woman from the Vulcan Emotional Freedom Society.”

“I was merely giving directions to the entire party,” said Chekov.

“She didn’t seem in any hurry to leave once she got them,” Sulu said with a smile.

“StarFleet’s orders are to use every possible means of persuasion,” Kirk said as he met Mr. Chekov’s gaze. “Anything else, Mr. Sulu?”

“I’m glad I’m not Chekov.”

“Scotty?”

“I’m glad I’m not Nurse Chapel.”

This brought a round of laughter Kirk sought to suppress by bringing both hands up. “Gentleman, hurtling through space toward an uncertain future…”


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Kirk went directly to Sick Bay to explain the situation to Nurse Chapel. “Let me get this straight, Captain,” she said. “You want me to exercise my influence over Salec, using any means necessary, to get him to the negotiating table?”

“That’s right, Christine… for the good of the Federation,” said Kirk.

“For the good of the Federation…” With that, she slapped Kirk hard across the face. “I signed aboard this ship as a nurse. I’m not an Orion slave girl! Now you get out of here, or I’ll have you brought up on sexual harassment charges. With your reputation, you’ll be at a distinct disadvantage, let me tell you.”

“But, Christine, I never suggested-” Kirk sputtered.

“Out!”

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Soon after, in Kirk’s quarters, he met with his friends. “The nerve of that woman. I never meant to suggest any sexual-”

Spock interrupted, “Didn’t you, Captain?”

“If she read something into my suggestion, for the good of the Federation, that’s her problem,” Kirk continued. “Maybe some of Sulu’s roses?”

“Better let it go, Jim,” said the doctor. “I’ve seen her get like this before.”

“Do tell, Bones.”

“Very funny,” he replied. “She’s got a quick temper. She’ll settle down if you stay out of Sick Bay.”

“The idea that I’d use my crew-”

Spock said, “Didn’t you suggest a sexual dalliance to Mr. Chekov in the Briefing Room?”

“That was a joke,” replied Kirk.

“Indeed,” said Spock.

“I don’t know, Jim,” said Bones. “The boy looks up to you, and with your reputation-”

Kirk became indignant. “What about my reputation?”

“Jim, you end up with a girl in every port.”

“Well, Doctor, I’ll have you know, I go into these relationships with every intention of doing right by these women… eventually. Maybe I’d better have a talk with Chekov?”

“Unwise, Captain,” said Spock. “Since Vulcan women appear to find Mr. Chekov… pleasing… it might be better to let him carry out StarFleet’s orders as he sees fit. We do not seem to carry any other influence with T’Pau.”

“That still leaves Salec,” said the captain. “I don’t like this at all. I feel so removed from the action.”

Spock had a suggestion. “Perhaps if you offered your body to Salec…”

Bones rolled his eyes upward, but remained silent.

“That wouldn’t be my first choice,” replied Kirk.

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Outside Chekov’s quarters, T’Lan tentatively approached the doors to knock. The doors opened automatically as she neared. “Pavel?” She entered, and the doors closed behind her. “Pavel, I am here.” Hearing no response, she was about to leave when she noticed the glow of a computer screen that Chekov had left on accidently. Curiosity compelled T’Lan to walk over, and examine the contents of the screen. She read aloud, “The Passionate Vulcan… An Erotic Novella About the Secret Desires of the Vulcan Female…” This interested her enough to sit, and read for a time. Then she turned off the screen, and got up.

T’Lan found a mirror hung over the dresser in Chekov’s bedroom. She studied her appearance. Her long, dark hair was pulled up, and back, held in place by a large silver clip. This she didn’t touch, nor the subtle cosmetics that further accented the high cheekbones, big eyes and full lips of her young looking face. Although she appeared to be Chekov’s age, she was likely older, considering that Vulcans age differently than humans.

In a few moments she removed the pretty knitted garment she wore over her drab dress, and stepped out of her dress. Then she pulled the knitted garment back on. She was content with the result. Her long legs were daringly exposed for a Vulcan, and the form fitting yarn seemed to amplify her womanly figure. It was an old trick, but she expected Chekov to like it.

She folded her dress, deposited it on Chekov’s dresser, and went to the sitting area to await his arrival. It wasn’t long. “Ah, Pavel,” she said. “I have been waiting for you. The doors opened automatically.”

“They do that,” he said. “Think nothing of it. I would keep my quarters unlocked all the time if I knew I would have such an exotic beauty waiting for me each time I returned.” Chekov joined T’Lan on the couch.

“You find me beautiful?”

“Oh, yes. I could not imagine a more erotic circumstance than being here alone with you.”

“Those are the exact words I wanted to hear,” she said as she gave herself to Chekov’s embrace. After a few minutes of heated caressing, and kissing, she said, “Tell me, Pavel, what do you know about satisfying the sexual desires of a Vulcan female?”

“Only what I read,” he replied.

“A scientific approach… most logical.” Then she got to her feet, and removed the silver clip from her hair. She shook it down, and it fell past her shoulders. Another old trick, but Pavel enjoyed it. “I think it is time to further your knowledge with some practical experience.”

Chekov didn’t need any more encouragement. He lifted T’Lan in his arms, and carried her to his bunk.

After they made love, T’Lan was the first to find her voice. “Oh, Pavel, such savage passion, and stamina. I was sure you were seeking release from the drives of pon farr!”

Chekov was sweating, and out of breath. He eventually managed a complete sentence. “I did not want to disappoint you with an ordinary human performance.”

“You have made me so happy,” said T’Lan.

“I have?”

“Pavel, you must take me again!”

“I must? How about if we talk for a little while first?”

“Take me now, Pavel, now,” she moaned.

“No, no, wait. There will be time for that, I promise,” he said. “We became so passionate, so quickly. I do not really know you. Tell me of your hopes, and dreams. Tell me about you.”

“Ah, I believe I understand. You want a more personal connection to me. You are not satisfied with the physical act alone. You are searching for an emotional attachment as well. Is this what humans call romance?”

“You could say that.”

“These dimensions of character you reveal to me are most pleasing,” she said.

“You said that you were happy. That is an emotional statement. I would not have expected that from you, T’Lan.”

“Perhaps I wanted to express satisfaction for your physical performance in a way that was familiar to you,” she replied.

“Perhaps. You still have not told me about yourself, T’Lan.”

“The romance again. You are persistent, Pavel. Please begin with yourself, so I may have an example to follow.”

“Well, as a StarFleet officer, I have my entire career ahead of me. Many in StarFleet spend their entire careers without being posted to a starship as grand as the Enterprise. I am fortunate. As for the future, who can say? Captain Chekov, Admiral Chekov… the future will take care of itself soon enough. For now, like you, I am happy.”

“You are right,” said T’Lan. “T’Pau would curse me for saying it, but I am happy. Even identifying an emotion we are experiencing is difficult for Vulcans. But, I am confident I am happy. It may not be proper to acknowledge emotion, yet I have done so. Being with you has exposed aspects of myself that I have suspected, but did not have clear evidence for previously. You have helped to give me a new resolve for the future. That, and your wonderful company, are reason enough for happiness.”

“You are very kind, T’Lan. You know, the Captain expects me to convince you to have T’Pau attend the negotiations?”

“Yes, I am aware. I do not expect your Captain to be disappointed.”

“As I said, you are very kind.”

They kissed.

“Is that the flush of pon farr rising within you, Pavel?”

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Later, Chekov felt the need to visit Sick Bay. Nurse Chapel attended to him. “Feeling better, Pavel?”

“Yes, thank you, Christine.”

“The way you came in here, so exhausted, and with all those pulled muscles. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“To be perfectly honest, I had sexual relations with a Vulcan female. You know what that is like. The woman was pleased,” said Chekov.

“Of course she was. You’re a nice young man,” said Christine. “But, that doesn’t explain why you came in here as if you were in hand-to-hand combat with a Klingon.”

“You know… pon farr.”

“Pon farr happens to Vulcans, not Russians.”

“I was simulating the pon farr behavior of a Vulcan male, as the only way to satisfy the desires of a Vulcan female,” he explained.

“Vulcan females have needs similar to those of human females. They don’t require super human efforts to be satisfied,” she said.

“They do not?”

“You must have slept through your comparative sexuality class at the Academy,” said the nurse. “This woman must have been looking for some kind of peak experience, and took advantage of your lack of knowledge about Vulcan sexuality.” Christine scowled, “Did Captain Kirk give you the idea of sleeping with her?”

“No. This was my intension from the moment I saw her… even before.”

“I think you were looking for a peak experience yourself. Only, not so exhausting.”

—————————————————————————————————————————

Negotiations finally began in a small formal meeting room. Kirk was relieved, as he got the talks underway. “On behalf of StarFleet, and the United Federation of Planets, let me thank both sides for agreeing to attend these negotiations.”

T’Pau spoke, “Is that what thee call it, agreeing?”

“Yes, Captain, most disingenuous,” said Salec. “Sending your invitations through those thugs in red shirts armed with phasers, and having them escort us here…”

“Is that what happened? Let me apologize to you both,” said Kirk. “My Yeoman must have garbled my orders… a most inefficient fellow. I’d transfer him to other duties, but Admiral McCaughey assigned him to me, and you don’t cross her. That would be like offending you, Madame T’Pau. It’s just not done.”

“Indeed, Kirk,” she said. “We have decided that negotiations are unnecessary, and we can return to Vulcan. The High Council will lift the ban on the Vulcan Emotional Freedom Society, and let each Vulcan make their own decision on the merits of joining the Society.”

“A logical decision considering the repercussions of the High Council’s own representative, T’Lan, joining our Society,” said Salec.

“Take care, Salec,” said T’Pau. “We may still reverse our decision.”

“Madame T’Pau, it’s obvious you’ve given this decision the proper logical consideration,” said Kirk. “Surely one remark doesn’t negate that logic.”

“A reasonable statement, Kirk,” said T’Pau. “Spock, thee are a good influence on thy Captain.”

“Thank you, T’Pau,” Spock replied.

—————————————————————————————————————————

T’Lan spoke with Chekov, in the Transporter Room, prior to leaving the ship. Chekov said, “Then you had always planned to join the Society?”

“I saw it as a possibility,” said T’Lan. “Spending time with you brought my emotions to the center of my attention at last. I knew I could never go back to my unemotional self. I always knew I would have to meet with Salec himself to join the Society. My former position as assistant to T’Pau raised many questions.”

“You have left government service?”

“Yes. As a representative of the High Council, joining the Society sent the issue of the banning into utter turmoil. T’Pau had little choice but to lift the ban. T’Pau has no place on her staff for the woman who guaranteed the government will no longer persecute the Vulcan Emotional Freedom Society.”

“It is obvious you have embraced emotion,” he said. “Why the deception about us, and pon farr?”

“Oh, you have discovered that,” she said. “I confess I saw the fanciful erotic novella in your quarters. I have never been taken by a Vulcan during pon farr. Like humans, we Vulcans have sexual relations all the time.”

“Oh yes. I am having sex all the time.” Chekov spoke as a representative of all humanity. He thought it appropriate to stretch the truth.

“Sexuality is logical,” said T’Lan. “But, pon farr does not happen all the time. I saw an opportunity for something similar, pon farr with an emotional human!” She gave Chekov a hug, and saluted him in the Vulcan way. “Live long, and prosper, Pavel.” She took her place on the transporter pad.

T’Pau, and Spock entered the Transporter Room as T’Lan dematerialized. When Mr. Chekov walked past T’Pau, she paused, and frowned noticeably.

—————————————————————————————————————————

Chekov later returned to duty on the Bridge. “Good to have you back, Mr. Chekov,” began Kirk.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I’m afraid I have some good news, and some bad news for you.”

“I will take the good news first.”

“Very well. Admiral McCaughey wants to pin a medal on you for distinguished service to the Federation.”

Chekov smiled. “That is a great honor, sir.”

“You haven’t heard the bad news. You’re not getting the medal. Mr. Spock will explain.”

“T’Pau was most upset by you as she was about to beam down to Vulcan, Mr. Chekov.”

“But, Mr. Spock, I did nothing,” protested Chekov.

“Perhaps not at that moment. She said you smelled like, what translates as a rutting pig, and you were full of outworlder treachery,” said Spock.

“I suppose a woman of her advanced years might be allowed an unkind racial remark,” said Chekov.

“Curious how Vulcan women react to you, Mr. Chekov,” Spock continued. “It is almost as if you are giving off the female attracting pheromone that Vulcan males exhibit during pon farr… or its powerful chemical equivalent. I understand there is a black market cologne available.”

“I would not know of such things,” said Chekov.

“Were we on Vulcan, there would be an investigation. Use of the pheromone cologne is a punishable offence,” said Spock. “I understand the odor of the cologne is almost undetectable, and the Vulcan female responds to it in a subliminal fashion. I suspect T’Pau’s long experience helped her detect the otherwise unnoticeable fragrance.”

“I admit nothing,” said Chekov firmly.

Kirk said, “But you can see why a medal is impossible?”

“Yes, sir,” Chekov spoke with resignation.

Uhura spoke up. “Captain, I’m not Vulcan, but I can smell him from here. I’m overwhelmed with desire. Make Chekov take a bath!”

“I have never been so insulted,” said Chekov. “Russia introduced the ancient Romans to bathing. Why, at the Academy, they used to pound on the door of the sonic shower telling me to save some sound waves for the others.”

Everyone laughed, but Spock, and a very aggrieved Chekov.

The End

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Captain’s Little Secret

Title: Captain’s Little Secret
Author: BLMHJM
Series: VOY
Codes: P/T, J/C, K
Rating: G
Feedback: please. BLMHJM@aol.com/ Put “Captain’s Little Secret” in the
subject line.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns all the characters. The kid’s mine.
Summary: Secrets are hard to keep on Voyager……especially when you
take a certain helmsman in confidence. This was reset in “Endgame”. Braga’s
strange.

***************
Miral giggled and banged the spoon on her high chair tray, splattering
mashed peas everywhere.
“C’mon, give the spoon back to Daddy,” Tom pleaded.
She sucked her banana covered fingers and thought about that. Then she
smiled at him and put the spoon down. Tom grabbed it up.
“Eat some, Kuvah’magh. Please?”
Miral showed him her hand, the banana-covered one. “Mo,” she said.
“No more bananas, Miral. You ate them all up. ”
“Mo!” she screamed.
“No more.”
B’Elanna came in and almost laughed. Their quarters hadn’t been this
dirty since they found that memorial years ago. There was baby food
everywhere: on the floor, on the table, even on Tom.
She walked over to them.
“Why does Miral have peas in her hair?”
Tom looked over his shoulder at her. “Oh, hi, B’Elanna. I was trying to
feed her and she squirmed away, and the spoon landed in her hair.”
“Maybe we should have fed her in the Mess Hall.”
“And force *Chell* to clean up?”
B’Elanna laughed. “Or Harry, maybe. The Captain wants to see you.”
She wiped some mashed peas from his uniform and ate them. “Hmm, not that
bad.”
Tom turned to his daughter. “See? Momma thinks it’s good.”
Miral just laughed again.
“I’ll take over, Tom.”
“Good luck. You’ll need it.”
*****************
“Tom, you’ll have to be careful so the Lkarins don’t know we’re picking
up the refugees.”
“Of course, Captain.”
She shook her head a little, like she was dizzy.
“Are you all right?” Tom asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re *absolutely*–”
She sighed. “I might as well tell you, since the crew would find out
anyway. I’m pregnant. A little boy, the Doctor says.”
“Wow. Really?”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Of course. I want to keep this a secret
between the three of us.”
“The three of us?”
“Yes, Commander Chakotay knows, too.”
“Why would–oh, he’s the father, isn’t he?”
“Yes. Dismissed.”
Tom turned to go.
“And Tom?” the Captain added.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t tell anyone. That’s an order.”
He grinned at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
************
“I’m not supposed to tell you this, Harry, but the Captain’s pregnant,”
Tom said.
Harry almost choked on his green beans. “No.”
“Yeah, with Chakotay’s kid.”
“Chakotay’s kid?”
“She told me herself.”
“Does he know?”
Tom snorted. “What do you think? Of course he knows.”
“Oh.”
Tom’s commbadge beeped. “Paris to the Bridge.”
“On my way, Commander.” He left, trying not to laugh.
Harry saw Sam Wildman getting her lunch. He called her over.
She sighed. “I’m getting tired of replicated food.”
“Me, too,” Harry said. “Hey, guess what I just heard.”
“What?”
************
“Mr. Paris, my ready room, now,” Janeway said.
Tom got up and went in.
Janeway took a sip of her coffee and set it on the table.
“Why did you disobey my orders? The whole ship knows by now.”
“That wasn’t really my fault. I only told Harry.”
“Harry told everyone else! So you’re responsible for my baby becoming
ship’s knowledge!”
“But, Captain, you said they’d find out eventually. Besides—”
“I didn’t want them to know now! I wanted to keep it a secret for a
couple of months! How dare you–”
“Calm down. You’re only having a mood swing.”
She glared at him. He looked down at his shoes and mumbled, “Sorry,
Captain.”
“I’m confining you to quarters for a week.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Dismissed.”
They left, Tom going to his station, and Janeway back to her chair.
“Problem?” Chakotay asked.
“Tom told, you know.”
“About our son?”
“Yes. I confined him to his quarters.”
“You did?”
“He deserved it.”
He smiled at her. “You’re the captain.”
************
Harry was surprised to see Captain Janeway in the Mess. He thought she
had gone back to eating in her ready room. Well, now he could find out if
that rumor was true.
“Captain, could I join you?”
“Go ahead.”
He sat down across from her. “Could I ask you a question?”
“All right.”
“Is it true you’re having an abortion?”
She sighed. “No, Harry, it isn’t. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go talk
to Tom.”

END

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Deep Space Nine

Deep Space Nine
By Jason Waters

Way out on the edge of Federation Space,
Is a station that used to be the Cardassian’s place,
Near the planet Bajor it stays adrift,
Next to a wormhole which is a spatial rift.

Captain Sisko is a rough and tumble guy,
But can also be tender when there’s a reason why.
Jake’s the captain’s son but he would rather write their history,
Why he does this is really just a mystery.

Lt. Judsia Dax is wiser still,
Because she’s lived seven lifetimes as a joint Trill.
Worf’s the only Klingon in Star Fleet, but he’s still not tame,
You may already know him from Enterprise fame.

Odo is the shape-shifter, his people founded the Dominion,
But the people he works with are the good guys in his opinion.
Chief O’Brian is the one who will fix it if it’s broken,
But most people think he’s kind of outspoken.

Major Kira has had a life without much fun,
Because for fifty years her planet the Cardassians did run.
Doctor Bashir spends his hours stitching surgical seams,
But being a spy is always what he dreams.

That sums it up, except for one more thing,
The ship moored at the docking ring,
It’s name is Defiant, lone warship of the fleet,
The tough little ship that makes our cast of characters complete.

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The Ones With a Vision



The Ones With a Vision


Benjamin Sisko had known about the Vulcan resistance
and its activities from his travels collecting tributes for the Intendant.
Along with Miles O’Brien, he had arranged a meeting with Tuvok and his resistance
cell in the Badlands to discuss setting up a Terran resistance, and they
realized they would have to allow a mind-meld to convince the Vulcans there
was no duplicity on their part. They both agreed to this, and learned much
about the tactics the resistance had used since it was first formed.

Its origins
a century earlier were most bizarre. The old Terran Empire had been attempting
to force the planet Halka to allow its dilithium reserves to be mined for
use in its frequent conflicts with the Klingons, and had sent the I.S.S Enterprise
under Captain James Tiberius Kirk to convey its demands.
 
The Halkans refused to comply despite the threat of a phaser barrage
against their cities. They were prepared to die as a race, as an alternative
to being what they perceived as willing participants in the Empire’s wars,
and warned that its policy of rule by terror would one day backfire. By the
time the entire galaxy was conquered, the Halkan leader warned, the Empire
would no longer be able to contain the collective rage of all its slave planets,
and would collapse in a devastating civil war.

 An hour
earlier the Enterprise’s Vulcan first officer would never have questioned
the Empire’s orders to annihilate the Halkans. But while his captain and
the rest of the away team were returning from the planet’s surface, a transporter
malfunction had caused them to change places with their counterparts from
an alternate universe where Vulcans no longer ruled an empire built by conquest
and expansion. They were now members of a united federation with Earth and
other planets, and Spock had learned much about this federation from a mind-meld
with one of its officers.  Before
returning to his own universe, Captain Kirk’s Federation counterpart urged
Spock to consider the Halkan prediction of civil war, and to try to forestall
this by leading a movement to reform the Empire.

Kirk’s own
landing party materialized inside the transporter chamber just as the counterparts
beamed out, and Kirk could tell at once his counterpart had caused Spock
to question his loyalty to him.  But
it was already too late. Realizing Kirk intended to have him killed, Spock
was forced to get rid of his captain in self-defense and take command of
the Enterprise. With help from Marlena Moreau, a Starfleet chemist Kirk had
kept around as part plaything and part punching bag, Spock and his security
team located and took control of the Tantalus Field, Kirk’s secret weapon
for making enemies “disappear”.

Spock still
had two hours to act against the Halkans per a private communication from
Starfleet. He decided to make use of this time by beaming down to the planet’s
surface and sharing his recent experience with them, and learned the Federation
and Halkan governments were very similar; the primary difference was size.
He sought to have a mining team from the Enterprise allowed to begin operations
on the planet’s surface in exchange for a promise on his part to work to
reform the Empire so that every planet would have a voice in its policies.
 
By convincing the Halkans they were of more value as a living model
to pattern reforms after than as an extinct race, Spock obtained the concessions
he had asked for. With a fresh supply of dilithium, he took the Enterprise
to Vulcan.

Spock was
successful in convincing Vulcan’s ruler T’Pau of the need to reform Vulcan’s
government, and to allow a measure of dissent on Vulcan and its colonized
worlds. Despite considerable opposition in the senate, whose members were
appointed for life from Vulcan’s most powerful business leaders, they were
able to organize the first popular elections to this body as vacancies occurred
over the next few years. They then set about to create a governing council
patterned after the Halkans and consisting of Vulcan’s praetor, proconsul,
vice-proconsul, and representatives elected from each of the Vulcan-colonized
worlds. The Halkans elected Tharn, their own council leader, as their representative
on Vulcan’s council, where their pacifist views found a widespread following.
 
By now Spock was an admiral at Starfleet Command, and had begun
to openly advocate extending the reforms begun on Vulcan throughout the Empire.
When Robert Wesley became caesar almost a decade after the transporter accident
he sought to have Spock set up on treason charges and executed, but Spock
had learned of this, and engineered a coup to overthrow Wesley before he
had a chance to consolidate his power.

Having seized
control of the Empire, Spock began to carry out the reforms he had been advocating.
He abolished the title of emperor, as well as the Empire’s Earth-and-dagger
emblem, and ordered that elections be held to expand the council created
by the Vulcans to include delegates from each of the occupied worlds throughout
the Empire, and Earth was allowed to elect representatives as well. This effectively
moved the Empire’s center of government to Vulcan, but then everything collapsed.

The basis
for the treason charges Wesley had tried to level against Spock had been
the influence Spock and other Vulcans had allowed the Halkans to acquire
in Vulcan’s government. Their calls for disarmament were well intentioned,
but this was not a practical approach, and not only because of the Klingons.
A large faction in Vulcan’s senate that had support from Earth still opposed
their planet’s reform efforts, and it was to win over this faction that Spock
had made Vulcan the Empire’s capital. But expanding the council served to
expand Halkan influence throughout the Empire as well. Under pressure from
the council, Spock even agreed to cancel production of the new Excelsior-class
battleships, and this alienated Vulcan’s senate even further. Spock also
miscalculated Earth’s reaction to his reforms. Wesley had been killed in
the coup that brought Spock to power, but those of his supporters who escaped
held secret meetings with a number of starship captains to discuss retaking
the Empire by force. It was revealed that the Empire’s scientists were working
on an experimental transwarp engine, which, by enabling starships to travel
many times faster, was expected to finally give Starfleet the edge needed
to conquer the Klingons. The captains, who included the Enterprise’s current
commander, Hikaru “Scarface” Sulu, realized the Halkans would lobby to have
the transwarp project canceled, and Spock would most likely agree to this.
Soon a fleet of starships was converging on Vulcan.

Vulcan’s
defenses were overwhelmed. The Council Building was stormed, killing the
council members and Vulcan’s own leaders. A ruling committee headed by Admiral
Cartwright was formed, with a puppet government installed on Vulcan, composed
of senators who took part in the coup, and the Empire’s Earth-and-dagger
emblem was restored. Spock was sentenced to death, but was able to place
his katra into a follower who escaped, and in this state, witnessed the formation
of an underground resistance.

For their
perceived efforts to subvert the Empire, the Halkans felt the new government’s
full wrath and were annihilated. Those who perished did not include Tharn,
who had died from natural causes shortly after the elections Spock ordered
were held.

War broke
out with the Klingons almost immediately after Spock was overthrown. The
Excelsior project was re-instated, but efforts to utilize transwarp were
futile and early Klingon victories were made possible by the Empire’s recent
upheavals. During the war, however, the explosion of Praxis crippled Klingon
industries and would have led to their being conquered if the Empire’s occupation
of Bajor hadn’t unexpectedly brought it into conflict with the neighboring
Cardassian Union.

Like many
people who had suffered under Terran rule, the Bajorans had seen their hopes
for better living conditions dashed when Spock was overthrown and his reforms
scuttled, and began to form their own resistance. The Vulcans shared tactics
with them, but the amount of Earth-controlled space separating the two worlds
made close coordination between the two groups impractical, and the Vulcan
resistance largely collapsed as the war with
the Klingons led many Vulcans to put aside their differences with Earth.
 
The Bajorans also distanced themselves from their Vulcan allies
as they began receiving arms shipments from Cardassia. Encouraged by the
early Klingon victories and with these weapons, their activities threatened
to stir an uprising by the time Praxis exploded, and when Earth sent ships
to crush the rebellion, Cardassia intervened. The Empire brought about its
own downfall by driving others into an alliance against it.
 
Alliance forces that overran the Bajoran sector captured the Excelsior
prototype and were able to study its every strength and weakness.
 
Earth’s last defenses were overwhelmed after a war lasting more
than two decades, and Earth was made the same wasteland its empire had made
so many other planets.

Bajor’s
fortunes improved after the war, and the Bajorans had welcomed the chance
to join the Alliance and turn the tables on their conquerors. However, a
number of vedeks and other Bajorans realized that by joining the Alliance
their people had become no better than the Terrans had been, and gave shelter
to human and Vulcan slaves who had escaped their overseers.
 
These included Tuvok, a security crewman on the Excelsior at the
time of its capture. The vedeks also made sure slaves who were too young
to remember knew about the different way of life that Spock and other Vulcans
had tried to offer them. The Vulcans revived their resistance movement as
their world was being overrun, and with the help of sympathetic Bajorans,
located sites in the Badlands where they constructed bases undetectable to
the Alliance.

Both Empire
and Alliance knew whose visit had such a profound effect on Spock, and through
Spock the Vulcan people as a whole. After overthrowing Spock, Admiral Cartwright
ordered that anyone found to have crossed over from the other universe be
executed at once to avoid any further “profound effects,” and the Alliance
agreed this was a sound policy.

The possibility
of deliberately crossing to the other universe was not lost on scientists
from either power, and it wouldn’t be lost on the rebels, either. Spock had
confiscated a device the Federation personnel had used to return to their
own universe, and years later, with Mt. Seleya under Earth control, this
would be used to take his katra to the Federation. But after Spock had left
the Enterprise, Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott raised the possibility of
creating a similar device with Captain Sulu, and they were able to conduct
their own transporter experiments. It was realized
early on that even if the transporter could be rigged as a crossover device
there was no way to detect with sensors beforehand where in another universe
an object was being transported. They did, nevertheless, figure they could
scan objects in another universe at the moment the transporter was activated
and interdimensional contact established. In this way they were able to calibrate
the transporter so that if a planet was below the same planet was

in the universe being targeted. It was even found possible to send clipped
subspace messages to the landing parties, and with Uhura’s help, they were
able to monitor subspace communications in other dimensions for short periods
of time. Sulu and Uhura continued these experiments on the Excelsior with
help from Tuvok when Sulu was given command of that ship, and earned theta
designations following the Excelsior’s capture by helping the Alliance conduct
its own research. This was stepped up after the war’s end, and by comparing
intercepted communications with the observations of the original landing
party, the Alliance was able to identify the universe the “visitors” had most
likely come from.

After joining
the rebels Tuvok used data from his work on the Excelsior to help them develop
crossover technology as well, anticipating it might be useful one day.

The mind-meld had been an interesting experience.
Later that day, as O’Brien eyed the small, cylindrical device in Tuvok’s
possession, he agreed that it could indeed come in handy one day.


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