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STAR TREK: EXODUS

Robert Scorpio presents
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STAR TREK: THE 21st CENTURY has come to an end. As most of you know I have changed the title of this storyline before. PHASE ONE...THE VOYAGE HOME...EMPRENDA...The 21st Century...well, here I go again...its time to change it once more!!!

Star Trek: Exodus....
where does humanity go when Earth is gone?

Please read the last segment of The 21st Century>>>>>>>>> engage

Rob
 
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“Three times a Lady”



The law office of Sam Gogley was located in the downtown area of San Francisco. With the end of the world just three hours away, the city was like a ghost town, and why not? It wasn’t everyday when the people of Earth faced their doom. And this was that day; Armageddon? Doomsday?

Sam Cogley was no different. The sunlight from the new day was streaming threw his window, right on his closed eyes, almost like a spotlight. He opened his eyes, and realized that he was alone in his main office. There were several blankets scattered about the floor, as well as pillows, and more importantly, items of clothing and other items. There were uses condemns, various sex pleasure toys, and other adult items; but the three hookers whom he had brought home from Karpo’s, the strip club that was located across from his office, were gone. They had obviously left earlier, and let him sleep in, which he was thankful for. The three women, one of them who had sexual organs of both sexes, had worn him out.

He yawned and smelt his punchy breath and then reached for his mouthwash; a bottle of Captain Morgan spiced rum. He gushed down a mouthful, swished it around his mouth, and then swallowed it.

“I love you,” Cogely said to the bottle of rum in his hand. “You never get up and leave me in the morning like those sluts.”

Suddenly there was knock on his door. Clad only in his underwear, Sam Cogley stood up and found his robe right where he had left it the night before; around the shoulders of a blow up sex doll that looked strangely enough like the classic actress Megan Fox. After putting on his robe, he strolled over to the entrance to his third story office. Thankfully the three hookers had locked the door when they had left.

As Cogley passed the main window, he took a second to look out the window, and at Golden Gate bridge was still far in the distance, as was Starfleet Command. At lease the world was still ‘alive’.

Cogley opened the door to find his good friend Harry Mudd standing in..(to continue this chapter, please follow this LINK)
 
Robert Scorpio presents

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“Miracle”


Starship Enterprise
In orbit of Earth;



James Kirk, Spock, Benjamin Sisko, as well as his wife Jennifer, and son Jake, shimmered into existence on the Transporter platform. And to Kirk’s surprise, it was like a who’s who list of friends and family that greeted him.

The subspace wave that was heading towards Earth, and would destroy the blue green world, was barely an hour away from arriving. Whatever Kirk was going to do or more to the point, whatever Sisko was going to would have to happen fairly quickly.

Kirk stepped off the Transporter pad and kissed his wife Edith, who was there with Caroline in her arms. But she wasn’t alone. Christopher Pike, Scotty, Steve McGarrett, Leonard McCoy, as well as his McCoy’s ex-wife and daughter, were there too. And that wasn’t all, I’lanti, Nadya Chekov and someone who appeared to be a Founder (Odo), were there as well. Apparently a lot had happened, or was happening, but Kirk didn’t have time to take care of it all at once.

“Listen,” Kirk told them, “I’m sure there is a lot we need to go over, but please,” Kirk told them, “first things first.” He turned to Scotty. “Did you prepare the shuttle bay as I asked?”

“Aye,” Scotty said, “I moved the shuttles to far end and cleared out the center of the bay. What are ye’ plannin’ to do down there?”

“I actually don’t know,” Kirk said with a whimsical smile.

Kirk turned around and reached for Sisko’s shoulder.

“Come with me Ben,” Kirk said, “we don’t have a lot of time.”

“I still don’t understand what you think I can do,” Sisko said.

“I know; I’m not sure either.” Kirk said.

And with that, Kirk and Sisko hurried out of the main Transporter room. Moments later they were in the Turbolift.

“Jim, let me see if I understood what you told me on Earth.” Sisko said. “You met an alien nearly two hundred years in the past who told you that someday, in the future, now in fact, Earth would face destruction and that a human referred to as the Emissary, who you believe is me, would save humanity.”

Kirk nodded his head.

“That about sums it up,” Kirk said. “Look Ben, I know it sounds crazy, and I can tell by the look on Jennifer’s face, and Jake’s, that they think I’m a nut, and something may happen to you. The alien I met back in the 1860s was trying to help make amends for actions he took. By coming to our world, he set in motion a series of events that would bring another of his kind here as well. The Borg fleet that has been in the news the past few months, it is here because of these events that happened in the past, and others in the future, brought about by the belief that one race should subjugate all others beneath it.. This subspace shockwave that is heading towards Earth is supposed to destroy humanity. Its really just a random act of chance. But the alien I knew in the past, Kincaid, and the beings that dwell inside of some place called the Celestial Temple, decided to intervene and save us from a future where humanity is destroyed. They are trying to help us in the only way they can, I guess, and this is it.”

“Which is what you told me already,” Sisko said. “But really; what has any of this got to do with me? How is it that out of nearly six billion humans on the planet Earth; I am this Emissary you continue to speak of?”

Kirk had no answer for Sisko.

“I don’t know, Kincaid never told me.” Kirk admitted.

The Turbolift came to the shuttle bay, and Kirk and Sisko exited it. Kirk walked towards the middle of the shuttle bay, with Sisko right behind him. The ancient looking case that contained the strange orb inside of it had been placed on a stand in the center of the giant landing bay.

“What is that?” Sisko asked as both he and Kirk stared down at the case.

“I’m really not sure, all I know is this,” Kirk replied. “But when this thing opened up earlier, it made contact with me by using the memories of people I have been closed to. I couldn’t understand completely what the entities were telling me, but when it was over, I was holding the baseball case.”

Sisko reached into his coat pocket and retrieved the cube shaped case that now contained the baseball his dad had left to him all those years ago.

“That is hard to believe,” Sisko said softly.

“But its true,” Kirk added.

Sisko looked to Kirk, straight in the eyes.

“Jim, I came up here,” Sisko said, “on this wild goose chase of yours, not to save Earth, but to save my wife and son. You have no idea what will happen when I open this case, do you?”

“No, I’m sorry, but I don’t.” Kirk admitted.

“Then, I want you to promise me, Kirk; that no matter what happens to me, you will watch after my wife and son.”

Kirk nodded his head in acknowledgement.

“I will,” Kirk said. “But for all we know, nothing is going to happen, and all of this has been, as you said, a wild goose chase.”

“Well,” Sisko said as he put the baseball back into his pocket, “let’s find out what hand fate has dealt us,” he added with a broad smile.

Benjamin Sisko reached down, and put his hands on the ancient case. Then, he opened it up….

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It was the classic baseball scene, played out across playground all over America, even in some other countries. Baseball may have been a sport in decay in terms of being a national televised sport, but it was still played by thousands of young boys and girls. And one of those boys was a little black kid named Benjamin Sisko. He was just nine years old, and hadn’t even been to bat yet the entire season, having only been a late inning replacement, as was the role for most kids as they started their little league careers. But it all came down to him, because, low and behold, the team staged a come back, batted around the order, and now Little Ben was up.

The game situation was dramatic. Little Ben’s teammate, Jimmy Kirk, had doubled a ball off the far wall. There were now two outs, and it was the bottom of the 9th inning. Jimmy Kirk represented the tying run, Sisko, at bat, represented the winning run.

Little Ben looked out at the bleachers, and could see his father, Joseph, waving at him. He could also see the video camera around his father’s neck. So, either the video would record a great triumph, or, a great failure.

With bat in hand, Little Ben moved into the batter’s box. And on the first pitch, he belted the ball high and far, and it was..GONE! A homerun! Little Ben ran the bases, and when he made it back to home plate, the entire team was there, including Jimmy Kirk. The ball that he had hit out of the park had been retrieved by his father.

Later that night, with the excitement of winning the game barely ebbing, Little Ben and Jimmy Kirk were in Little Ben’s room watching old movies on the TV. They had been best friends for as long as they could remember, and this night was just another sleep over.

And then, the door to Little Ben’s room opened. A dark skinned woman entered the room, and she was beautiful. Neither Little Ben nor Jimmy had ever met the woman before. She came in and sat down next to them.

“Who are you,” Jimmy Kirk asked.

“Does my dad know you are here?” Little Ben asked.

“I am your mother,” the woman said to Little Ben.

“You’re not my mom,” Little Ben insisted.

“I know this is hard for you to understand, at this point in your linear existence,” the woman said, “but ..(to continue, please follow this link)
 
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“Seperated”



Captain’s Log-- Stardate 5003.05

The crew and passengers have seemingly settled into a good spirits, not withstanding the destruction of Earth, just over two weeks ago. Despite my further attempts, I have been unable to make any contact with Ben Sisko, who is still in a state of near coma in sickbay. McCoy gives me daily reports on Sisko’s status, and has advised against a request from myself to allow Spock to try and make contact with Sisko via a mind-meld. McCoy wants to do more tests before he allows a Vulcan mind-meld, wanting to be sure that it poses no threat to either Sisko or Spock. Ben’s wife and child are taking Ben’s condition quite well, for now. I hope for their sake they can remain strong.

Are the souls of those who could not leave Earth in time, some 9 billion people, somewhere inside of Sisko’s being, or somewhere else outside of normal reality? I have no answer to that question as of yet, and only time will tell. If Sisko does have the souls, or is the key to where they are, I must make every possible attempt to keep him alive, and safe. We are not just talking about the five hundred or so people on the Enterprise; we’re talking about the Earth civilization.

We are on a course for the Bajoran system. The aliens who contacted me told me that Sisko, their Emissary, had to be brought to the wormhole, which is the same wormhole that Kincaid, the Founder I encountered in the 1860s, used to travel to the far side of the Galaxy. The other side of the wormhole is guarded by a warrior race known as the Jem’Hadar, and we know very little about them. But due to the subspace disturbance caused by the two colliding Remnants, over a month ago, the use of the Warp drive, at least in this area of the galaxy, is shaky, at best. But we must press on, and hope to arrive in the Bajoran system in nine months time. What will happen once we arrive at the wormhole and travel to the distant Gamma Quadrant? I do not know; but something awaits us there. And if it is the only way to save humanity, then I will do what must be done.

There is a real possibility that the Borg could have survived the destruction of Earth as well, and are somewhere out there, nearby, and may pose a threat. Laas, the Founder who is still in our custody, is saying very little about his influence over the Borg. Odo, the other Founder and our guest, has expressed worries about Laas, and has suggested we cast Laas off, which, as of yet, I haven’t yet done. I am worried that the other changeling that was on Earth could meet up with Lass and aide him in his efforts to rejoin the Borg. I. Odo believes it to be too much of a risk, but for now he will respect my wishes. I need to speak more with Odo about other issues, and will in good time. On another, Odo will also help negotiate our safety with the militant Jem’Hadar, who he assures us will follow his orders, once we reach the Gamma Quadrant.

I hope to discuss these matters, and others, at my daily breakfast meeting with Admiral Pike and Legionis I’lanti, who is, by his own appointment, my acting first officer.

Communications are limited as well, due to the effects of the subspace destruction caused by the two Remnants. We have no idea, as of now, where the President and his staff are. President Jadhav left Earth with the Federation governing attaché, and, supposedly, is on his way to Vulcan.

Off too breakfast;

Kirk out…


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The USS Enterprise speeds through space at Warp 1.


Captain James T Kirk, Admiral Pike (who had resumed his rank of command) and Legionis I’lanti sat at was hoped to have been a secluded table in Ten-Forward, discussing various topics as it pertained to their situation. It was morning, and most of the crew was at their posts, which meant Ten-forward was pretty much empty. Yet, there were several civilians scattered at various tables, including Uhura and her adopted daughter, a young Talaxian girl named Alixia.

Kirk looked at Uhura, who was having a minor argument with her daughter. Apparently Alixia had wanted to put more syrup on her pancakes, and Uhura, the ever vigilant mother, was trying to moderate how much syrup the girl could have.

Alixia had become part of the crew while the majority of the Enterprise crew was stranded in the Delta-Quadrant. Her father, Neelix, had been killed by a race called the Kazon, and Uhura took on the little girl. Ironically, enough, Uhura had brought the girl with her hoping to provide the girl a more secure home; on Earth.

Uhura stood up to go get her coffee at the counter, and as she walked away, Kirk watched as Alixia quickly picked up the syrup and added several more generous drops. Alixia looked up from her conquest and made eye contact with Kirk, who sat three tables away. The girl looked worried, but Kirk just smiled and gave her the girl a thumbs up signal. She smiled back at Kirk, just as Uhura sat down with her coffee and blocked Kirk’s view. He wondered if such tit-for-tat encounters with his daughter Caroline awaited him in the future as well.

Jim Kirk, now that he was a parent, knew that wherever Sisko’s mind was he was no doubt missing his son Jake. It was for that reason that Kirk would see to the safety of Jake, and Jake’s mother Jennifer.

“Children,” I’lanti said, who had observed the scene as well, “they are the one thing that transcends everything else.”

“They sure do,” Kirk said.

“I have a son,” I’lanti continued. “He serves aboard my flagship, and I do wish to see him again.”

“How is that going?” Kirk asked.

“Uhura,” I’lanti said as he looked at Uhura’s vain attempt at stopping the child from putting too much butter on her toast, “and her staff has tried everyway to boost the subspace monitors. I have also suggested a few avenues to help that cause, however, as of yet, we have had no success.”

Kirk was about to say something, when Pike spoke up.

“I have asked Barclay and Castillo to help in that endeavor as well.” Pike added. “You will recall that they were able to put together something that allowed us to communicate with the Enterprise crew when they were all the way over in the Delta-Quadrant. They might be able to help in this matter.”

“Good,” Kirk said, “I’m sure you’ll be in contact with your son in no time.” Kirk said to Pike, knowing that he too would be concerned if his daughter Caroline was far from his sight. I’lanti wouldn’t say it, his proud Romulan heritage in the way, but he missed his son.

“Jim,” Pike said, sipping his coffee, “I never got the chance for thanking you.”

“For what,” Kirk asked, sipping his own coffee.

“Edith told me a couple days ago that you named Caroline after my sister,” Pike said softly. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I never told you this Chris,” Kirk said with a smile, “but I always had a schoolboy’s crush on her. When she married that guy, it really crushed my heart.”

“And so, after Caroline married, you moved on to my daughter?” Pike asked, with a pretend tone of anger in his voice. (SAVVY readers will recall the very first episode opened up with Kirk and Pike’s daughter, Tina)

Kirk looked away in embarrassment.


“What happened to your sister, you speak of her in the past tense,” I’lanti asked, as he took a bite from his rather generous breakfast plate consisting of four eggs, seven slices of bacon, and two sausage patties, and deciding to rescue Kirk from the uncomfortable subject matter.” (Scorpio note; I just described what he is eating as I am starving. Now I’m really starving!)

Kirk and Pike took turns telling I’lanti of the power play involved with the child David Marcus, who at one time, was thought to have been Kirk’s child. They explained how the child was brought back to life by Gary Mitchell, who had, for awhile, the powers of a God. They went on to explain how shadowy Earth government agency called Section-31 had hoped to kidnap the child so as to use its powers for its own gains, and how Pike’s sister, Caroline, was murdered as part of the insidious plan. (All of which SAVVY readers will recall).

“Caroline was innocent, but she died trying to protect that boy,” Pike said.

Kirk reached out and patted Pike on the back.

“She’s in a far better place Chris; you just have to ...(to continue, please follow this link and thanks)
 
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“Seperated”



Captain’s Log-- Stardate 5003.05

The crew and passengers have seemingly settled into a good spirits, not withstanding the destruction of Earth, just over two weeks ago. Despite my further attempts, I have been unable to make any contact with Ben Sisko, who is still in a state of near coma in sickbay. McCoy gives me daily reports on Sisko’s status, and has advised against a request from myself to allow Spock to try and make contact with Sisko via a mind-meld. McCoy wants to do more tests before he allows a Vulcan mind-meld, wanting to be sure that it poses no threat to either Sisko or Spock. Ben’s wife and child are taking Ben’s condition quite well, for now. I hope for their sake they can remain strong.

Are the souls of those who could not leave Earth in time, some 9 billion people, somewhere inside of Sisko’s being, or somewhere else outside of normal reality? I have no answer to that question as of yet, and only time will tell. If Sisko does have the souls, or is the key to where they are, I must make every possible attempt to keep him alive, and safe. We are not just talking about the five hundred or so people on the Enterprise; we’re talking about the Earth civilization.

We are on a course for the Bajoran system. The aliens who contacted me told me that Sisko, their Emissary, had to be brought to the wormhole, which is the same wormhole that Kincaid, the Founder I encountered in the 1860s, used to travel to the far side of the Galaxy. The other side of the wormhole is guarded by a warrior race known as the Jem’Hadar, and we know very little about them. But due to the subspace disturbance caused by the two colliding Remnants, over a month ago, the use of the Warp drive, at least in this area of the galaxy, is shaky, at best. But we must press on, and hope to arrive in the Bajoran system in nine months time. What will happen once we arrive at the wormhole and travel to the distant Gamma Quadrant? I do not know; but something awaits us there. And if it is the only way to save humanity, then I will do what must be done.

There is a real possibility that the Borg could have survived the destruction of Earth as well, and are somewhere out there, nearby, and may pose a threat. Laas, the Founder who is still in our custody, is saying very little about his influence over the Borg. Odo, the other Founder and our guest, has expressed worries about Laas, and has suggested we cast Laas off, which, as of yet, I haven’t yet done. I am worried that the other changeling that was on Earth could meet up with Lass and aide him in his efforts to rejoin the Borg. I. Odo believes it to be too much of a risk, but for now he will respect my wishes. I need to speak more with Odo about other issues, and will in good time. On another, Odo will also help negotiate our safety with the militant Jem’Hadar, who he assures us will follow his orders, once we reach the Gamma Quadrant.

I hope to discuss these matters, and others, at my daily breakfast meeting with Admiral Pike and Legionis I’lanti, who is, by his own appointment, my acting first officer.

Communications are limited as well, due to the effects of the subspace destruction caused by the two Remnants. We have no idea, as of now, where the President and his staff are. President Jadhav left Earth with the Federation governing attaché, and, supposedly, is on his way to Vulcan.

Off too breakfast;

Kirk out…


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The USS Enterprise speeds through space at Warp 1.


Captain James T Kirk, Admiral Pike (who had resumed his rank of command) and Legionis I’lanti sat at was hoped to have been a secluded table in Ten-Forward, discussing various topics as it pertained to their situation. It was morning, and most of the crew was at their posts, which meant Ten-forward was pretty much empty. Yet, there were several civilians scattered at various tables, including Uhura and her adopted daughter, a young Talaxian girl named Alixia.

Kirk looked at Uhura, who was having a minor argument with her daughter. Apparently Alixia had wanted to put more syrup on her pancakes, and Uhura, the ever vigilant mother, was trying to moderate how much syrup the girl could have.

Alixia had become part of the crew while the majority of the Enterprise crew was stranded in the Delta-Quadrant. Her father, Neelix, had been killed by a race called the Kazon, and Uhura took on the little girl. Ironically, enough, Uhura had brought the girl with her hoping to provide the girl a more secure home; on Earth.

Uhura stood up to go get her coffee at the counter, and as she walked away, Kirk watched as Alixia quickly picked up the syrup and added several more generous drops. Alixia looked up from her conquest and made eye contact with Kirk, who sat three tables away. The girl looked worried, but Kirk just smiled and gave her the girl a thumbs up signal. She smiled back at Kirk, just as Uhura sat down with her coffee and blocked Kirk’s view. He wondered if such tit-for-tat encounters with his daughter Caroline awaited him in the future as well.

Jim Kirk, now that he was a parent, knew that wherever Sisko’s mind was he was no doubt missing his son Jake. It was for that reason that Kirk would see to the safety of Jake, and Jake’s mother Jennifer.

“Children,” I’lanti said, who had observed the scene as well, “they are the one thing that transcends everything else.”

“They sure do,” Kirk said.

“I have a son,” I’lanti continued. “He serves aboard my flagship, and I do wish to see him again.”

“How is that going?” Kirk asked.

“Uhura,” I’lanti said as he looked at Uhura’s vain attempt at stopping the child from putting too much butter on her toast, “and her staff has tried everyway to boost the subspace monitors. I have also suggested a few avenues to help that cause, however, as of yet, we have had no success.”

Kirk was about to say something, when Pike spoke up.

“I have asked Barclay and Castillo to help in that endeavor as well.” Pike added. “You will recall that they were able to put together something that allowed us to communicate with the Enterprise crew when they were all the way over in the Delta-Quadrant. They might be able to help in this matter.”

“Good,” Kirk said, “I’m sure you’ll be in contact with your son in no time.” Kirk said to Pike, knowing that he too would be concerned if his daughter Caroline was far from his sight. I’lanti wouldn’t say it, his proud Romulan heritage in the way, but he missed his son.

“Jim,” Pike said, sipping his coffee, “I never got the chance for thanking you.”

“For what,” Kirk asked, sipping his own coffee.

“Edith told me a couple days ago that you named Caroline after my sister,” Pike said softly. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I never told you this Chris,” Kirk said with a smile, “but I always had a schoolboy’s crush on her. When she married that guy, it really crushed my heart.”

“And so, after Caroline married, you moved on to my daughter?” Pike asked, with a pretend tone of anger in his voice. (SAVVY readers will recall the very first episode opened up with Kirk and Pike’s daughter, Tina)

Kirk looked away in embarrassment.


“What happened to your sister, you speak of her in the past tense,” I’lanti asked, as he took a bite from his rather generous breakfast plate consisting of four eggs, seven slices of bacon, and two sausage patties, and deciding to rescue Kirk from the uncomfortable subject matter.” (Scorpio note; I just described what he is eating as I am starving. Now I’m really starving!)

Kirk and Pike took turns telling I’lanti of the power play involved with the child David Marcus, who at one time, was thought to have been Kirk’s child. They explained how the child was brought back to life by Gary Mitchell, who had, for awhile, the powers of a God. They went on to explain how shadowy Earth government agency called Section-31 had hoped to kidnap the child so as to use its powers for its own gains, and how Pike’s sister, Caroline, was murdered as part of the insidious plan. (All of which SAVVY readers will recall).

“Caroline was innocent, but she died trying to protect that boy,” Pike said.

Kirk reached out and patted Pike on the back.

“She’s in a far better place Chris; you just have to ...(to continue, please follow this link and thanks)
 
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It was early “morning” on the Starship Enterprise as Admiral Pike entered Ten-Forward. The fresh smell of eggs, and coffee, greeted his senses and made him hungry. Luckily, for all of them, before Earth had been destroyed, the Enterprise food stores had been filled. Pike wondered how long the food would last.

This Starship Enterprise, which hailed from another Universe (the STAR TREK XI universe) worked on a slightly different power design, which for now, posed no problem, thanks to Scotty‘s unmatched abilities.

And as for the food, luckily Guinan, the woman who ran Ten-Forward, had insisted on the use of one of the ship’s cargo bays for the growing of fresh foods. So, for now, the ship’s power supply, and the food stores, were not problems; for now.

Nadya Chekov was sitting alone at one of the tables. Pike joined her.

“Good morning,” Pike said as he sat down.

“Oh, Admiral, I didn’t see you come in or I would have stood up to greet you,” Nadya said.

“Please, I hate that formality stuff anyway,” Pike said. “How are you doing?”

Nadya’s parents had died just before the exodus from Earth had began. Her father, legendary Russian Cosmonaut Mikiel Chekov, had died from heart complications, and upon his death, his wife, Nadya’s mother, Tamara, had taken her own life, not wanting to go on without Mikiel.

“I’m okay,” Nadya said as she sipped from her cup of hot coco.

“You’re mother and father will be missed,” Pike told her. “Though, I wish that old bastard would have lived long enough travel beyond the stars.” His words were tinged with humor that the situation called for.

They both chuckled.

“Father should have taken better care of himself,” Nadya said. “He never cut back on the drinking, or the women, and look where it got him.”

“Mikiel Chekov, your father, lived his life his way,” Pike said as he held her hand. “Your mother knew what she was marrying into when she married your father. That was how he was, living on the edge, crossing boundaries of marriage, and that’s what made him such a over-the-top ham, and that’s how I will remember him; you should too.”

Nadya nodded her head.

“By the way,” Pike said, “I would like to assign you a small collateral duty.” Pike began to say, as one of the waiters set own a cup off coffee for him.

“What is it?” Nadya asked.

“McCoy’s house was destroyed by a photon torpedo which was fired by a renegade ship that had launched from Europe just hours before Earth was destroyed,” Pike said. “As it turned out, we had surveillance assets in that area and a backlog of uploads are on my computer interface. For some reason the images didn’t upload properly, and I was wondering if you could use your computer skills and clean them up. I’d like to see those images and try and figure out who was on that ship, and why it went out of its way to destroy McCoy’s home in North-America.”

“Sure,” Nadya said.

“If you need any help, two of my top scientists are on board; Reginald Barclay and Martin Castillo. They might be able to assist.” Pike added.

“Thanks, I’ll get on it right away,” she said with a smile.

“Take your time, and for now,” Pike told her, “I want you to report to me directly on this matter.”

“Excuse me?” Nadya asked.

“I want this information kept at the highest level; for now.” Pike told her.

And with that, the two continued their discussion about Nadya’s wild father, and some of the exploits he and Pike had shared in the past.

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James T Kirk entered the brig of the USS Enterprise, and made his way over to the secured area that contained Laas. As per Kirk’s order, four security officers were present at all times, incase Laas attempted an escape. The energy barrier, thus far, had kept the Founder contained.

Kirk found Odo, the other Founder, who had assisted Pike with other matters in the past, standing near the guards, engaged in his own constant vigil over his fellow Founder.

“Captain Kirk,” Odo said as Kirk came over to where he stood. “It is good to see you.”

“Thanks,” Kirk said. “What’s the status of our guest?” Kirk asked, as he looked in at Laas, who appeared to be resting as he sat at the lone table inside the holding cell.

“For now, he is contained,” Odo told Kirk. “However, I must take this opportunity to suggest again that we cast him off. I can tell looking at him that Laas is planning his escape, so why not just let him go?”

“For the same reasons I told you before,” Kirk replied. “We don’t know what happened to the other Founder he was with, the one named Laynia.”

“Actually, we do,” came from another voice behind Kirk.

Kirk turned to see I’lanti coming into main bring area. I’lanti’s unexpected statement seem to interest Odo as well.

“What do you mean by that?” Odo asked.

“We’ve been meeting everyday since we left Earth, Legionis I‘lanti, and this is the first time you have said anything on the matter.” Kirk said, not happy that the secret had been kept from him as well.

“We captured it, and my men transferred it, her, to my flagship, the day the subspace wave his Earth.” I’lanti told them both.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Kirk asked.

“I knew if I had told you then it would had made letting Laas go more easier on you to do,” I’lanti replied. “I did not want that outcome,” he added.

“Your people better not harm Laynia,” Odo said, with growing anger in his voice. “My people will not react kindly if she is harmed.”

Legionis I’lanti, the supreme Romulan military officer, never one to back down, decided to engage Odo’s anger with his own.

“What do you mean that your people will not be happy?” I’lanti asked. “Your people have...(to continue, please follow this link)

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OK, caught up after changing jobs and not having time to read! So when's the next chapter of this new/continued story??
 
OK, caught up after changing jobs and not having time to read! So when's the next chapter of this new/continued story??

Ok, first I saw only ythe announcement of the new story and after my post.. POOF.. there it is! Ok, now I need to catch up some more :rommie:
 
OK, caught up after changing jobs and not having time to read! So when's the next chapter of this new/continued story??

Ok, first I saw only ythe announcement of the new story and after my post.. POOF.. there it is! Ok, now I need to catch up some more :rommie:

Yeah, I know the feeling. I am trying to restrict myself to two chapters a week. With this and FRANK GRAYSON both going I should be able to satisfy my writing needs between the two of them now.

Hope you're liking it. The next chapter of EXODUS is a story I am writing for the March Challenge. I havent entered a challenge in almost eight months or so and I have been wanting to write a segment that explained who Khan was.

SAAVY readers know that Khan is a clone, with the memories of the real Khan implanted...but who was the real Khan? What kind of man was he?

We'll soon find out..

Rob
 
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(Part of the MARCH CHALLENGE..but since the EXODUS title does not appear in the march challenge version of this chapter, I have gone ahead and posted it here incase some of you don't read the monthly challenges)



He was there...in the small hospital outside of Punjab India.

With tears in his eyes, and joy in his heart, Khan Noonien Singh watched as his young son, Hament, came into the world. Watching his son born was like watching a miracle happen, and, not only being a witness to the miracle, but part of its creation. And as the nurses cleaned the baby up, Khan looked down upon his wife on the hospital bed, Sonali was her name, and smiled, and then kissed her. The pain she had experienced while giving birth to their son would have been more than any man could bear.

"I love you so much, my wife," Khan told her, "we have both created a miracle, our son, but you are the inspiration of that miracle. I want to thank you so much for validating my life, because that is what having child does."

"Oh Khan, I love you so much," Sonali told him, as he used soft tissue to dry the sweat on her forehead off. She took his hand into hers, and held it tight.

--
He was there...at the same hospital several years later.

Khan's mother, Saji, suffered a heart attack, and faced inevitable death, Khan stayed every night at the hospital, after a long day’s work, for seven long days, seeing to it that she was comfortable. And on her last night of life, Khan sang to her old Sikh poems that put her at ease, and then he closed her eyes after death had finally come to her.

Khan's father had died during the third India/Pakistan war of 2035, when Khan was just five years old. His mother, Saji, worked hard, very hard, at menial jobs to provide enough money to send Khan to the best schools, all private, that money could afford. His drive and ambition came from her example, and he would reciprocate by providing the same for his children as well.

--
He was there at that same hospital again, two years later.

Sonali became pregnant with their second child, but had complications; Khan comforted her as best as he could. Although the child was his child as well, Khan knew that women had a maternal connection to their children that fathers could never quite attain. And when the child was still borne, at eight months in term, he took time off from work to spend time with his wife, and their now seven year old son Hament.

By that time Khan had become one of the leading construction engineers in the World Space Agency. He had gone through the Academy, and proved his abilities. Khan had risen to the top of his field so that when the first mission to Mars was planned, it was Khan who was designated the Mars mission colony commander. His responsibility would be seeing to the construction of the infrastructure of the colony.

Khan’s son, Hament, was now twelve years old, and would miss his father for the three years the mission would take to accomplish. But Hament and Sonali both knew how important this had been to Khan, and both supported Khan on his quest follow his dream and lead the first mission to Mars, aboard the USS Enterprise.

All was right in the world, for Khan, and the goal he had strived for during most of his adult life was at hand; and he was there trying his hardest grab it, and would try to make his dream come true. But life had other plans for Khan; plans that would cost him his life.

Khan, though he wasn’t a perfect man, took pride in the fact that when his mother, wife or son, needed him; he was there.

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One late night, at the testing facility on the outskirts of Punjab, after running tests on new construction fibers, and the mission to mars just three months away, Khan, very tired, was walking out to his car, having completed a very long day of work. It was night, and the moon was full, casting a glow upon the city. With stringent environmental laws having been in place for two decades, the smog levels of the city had been lowered, allowing for spectacular views of the moon. He smiled at the point of light just beyond the moon; it was the planet Mars.

“I’ll be there soon,” Khan said with a broad smile.

Khan opened the door to his car, got in, and shut the door. He hadn’t noticed that a man was sitting in the front passenger seat. The man had flowing gray hair, and a very cold look on his face, and was holding a gun, and was aiming it at Khan.

“Who are you?” Khan asked.

“My name is Garak, you can call me plane simple Garak,” Garak said with a slight sneer on his face. “If you wish for your wife and child to live past this night, you will drive your car to where I tell you. If you try to escape, or do not do as I tell you, the men I have standing outside your home will slit your son’s throat, then they will rape your wife, and kill her; do you understand?”

“What is this all about?” Khan asked.

“Every second you do not drive this car brings your wife and child closer to death,” Garak told Khan. “So, if you would, please start driving. I am actually a man of very good will, but I take my job seriously, so do not put me to the test; drive.”

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After driving for nearly an hour, and with no discussion in that amount of time, Khan Noonien Singh did as Garak instructed and turned off of the main road, and parked his sedan in cover parking structure. Khan had thought about escaping, or confronting Garak, and why not? Khan had taken the basic military hand-to-hand coursed during his academy years. In fact, he had been so adept at the martial arts, he had accidentally knocked his training partner completely out; Leonard McCoy. But that had been years ago, when both were up and comers. But with the lives of his wife and child at stake, Khan didn’t try to escape. For now, Garak had the upper hand.

--

Khan was led into a building, and into a large darkened room, with just a simple chair in the middle of it to sit in. Garak was still holding a gun aimed at Khan.

“Take off your clothes,” Garak said softly.

“Is this necessary?” Khan asked.

“Yes, it is,” Garak said. “You could use your clothing to try and kill yourself. Your shirt could be tied around your neck. The shoelaces on your boot could be removed for the same reason.

“Why would I want to kill myself?” Khan asked. “I have everything in the world a man could want; a loving wife, a great career, and a son that means the world to me.”

“I have found,” Garak said, introspectively, “that when a man loses those things he most treasures, as you treasure your wife and son, it may lead him to do the unspeakable, like taking his life.”

“You told me if I came here, with you, they would be unharmed.” Khan said, slightly angered.
The door to the darkened room opened and another man entered, and walked over to the center of the room where Garak and Khan were standing. As he got closer, Khan recognized the new comer.

“I know you,” Khan said softly, “you’re an American Senator, John Gill.”

John Gill smiled at Khan.

“Former senator, actually,” Gill corrected Khan, “I resigned last year.”

“Your views on the United Nations, and the World Space Agency, have not been, to put it mildly, kind.”

“You are quite right,” Gill began to say. “I do not have (to continue this chapter, please follow this link)
 
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Previously on EXODUS;

Captain Kirk was in the brig trying to decide what to do with Laas; the enemy Founder.

Odo, who was accompanying the Enterprise on its nine month voyage to the Bajoran wormhole, was there as well, when Legionis I’lanti showed up, with a weapon, threatening to kill Laas if Kirk wouldn’t. But then the unexpected happened; At the entrance to the brig area, Kirk saw another I’lanti entering the room from the far end…but just a tad before that…

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Kirk stood between I’lanti and the brig cell which contained Laas on the other side of an energy barrier.

“Step out of the way Kirk,” I’lanti said, now holding the small hand phaser.

“No, I can’t let you do this,” Kirk said to I’lanti.

“You may be able to kill Laas,” Odo said, who was too many feet away to stop I’lanti. “If you do, I will make sure you pay with your life. Letting him go is the only option here.”

“I’lanti,” Kirk further pled, “we are heading into areas of the galaxy where we will need help from beings like Odo here. He and his people are friends, for now. Lets not go down this path of violence. Let Odo take Laas back to his home world to face justice.”

“No,” I’lanti said as he now held the small hand weapon aimed at Kirk, “you must destroy them both, or I will!”

“Put the weapon down,” Kirk ordered I’lanti.

“Earth, and its people, are now part of my existence too, Kirk,” I’lanti said, “if you wont do what must be done to protect our posterity, our civilization, then I will, even if it costs me my life!”

At that second, Kirk saw someone else entering the far end of the brig, and Kirk had to blink twice. What he saw was impossible; the person entering was another I’lanti!!!

Before Kirk could react at seeing the second I’lanti, there was a sudden bright flash…
and the next thing that Kirk knew, he was now walking along a dirt path…


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With a toothpick sticking out of the side of his mouth, as he chewed on it, Kirk could only wonder what had happened and where he was. A bright clear blue sky was above him, and the hill that the path was descending upon was covered with wild grass, and flowers. Kirk breathed in the fresh air, and stopped walking for a moment so that he could take in the beautiful scenery.

And beautiful it was. Several other foothills were in the near distance, a flock of birds could be seen in the far distant sky, and Kirk smiled as he saw a brilliantly colored butterfly as it floated by and landed on a small yellow flower that bloomed above the grass below it.

He looked further down the path and saw, nearly a hundred years further, where it came down into an area that was shaded by a very large tree; and there was a man sitting on what appeared to be an old style woodened picnic bench. Kirk recognized him immediately; it was Benjamin Sisko.

Kirk picked up his pace, almost coming to a lazy jog, finally reaching the shaded area. Sisko, who studying something in his hand, and then turned his head to face Kirk, and smiled.

“Jim,” Sisko said, “it is really ...(to continue this chapter, please follow this link)
 
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(WARNING...THE "F" WORD IS USED IN THIS SEQUENCE. SORRY IF IT OFFENDS PEOPLE, AND I TRY TO REFRAIN FROM USING IT, BUT IT JUST HAD TO BE USED HERE)

Previously;

Kirk was back in the brig, and saw the duplicate I’lanti enter from the far end. And, in that same instant, two things happened that would determine the outcome of life and death; and a third would twist the elasticity of the status quo in a most unexpected way.

First, on the bridge, Sulu and Chekov sat at their respective posts, while Spock sat behind them in the captain’s chair. As Sulu did his duty, Laas, in the brig, extracted a small device from the back of momentarily liquefied neck, as the Kirk/I’lanti showdown continued on the other side of the energy barrier. The device Laas had in his hand had one tiny button, and Laas pressed it. At that instant, on the bridge, Sulu subconsciously pressed a series of switches that deactivated the brig’s energy barriers. (this will be explained later, but SAVVY readers should already have an idea as to why Sulu would be compromised.)

And then to make matters even worse, a ship suddenly came out of warp, directly in the Enterprise’s path; it was a ship that looked very much like the original Enterprise (from PHASE ONE), but with far more weapons.

“We’re being hailed,” Uhura said.

“Shields up,” Spock said to Scotty, who was manning the engineering post on the bridge, “on screen Lt. Uhura,”

The image on the main viewing screen changed from that of the approaching ship to the image of the commander of the approaching ship; Khan Noonien Singh. Chekov, having once nearly been killed by Khan, gasped in fear.



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Khan’s face was filled with absolute anger, and hatred, and yet he was able to control it. He shifted his gaze down at Nadya Chekov, a woman he had direct history with.

“Hello Nadya,” Khan said with a friendly tone, and with a sinister full tooth smile, “it is good to see you again.”

Lt. Chekov locked her eyes with Khan’s, but she didn’t feel fear, she felt anger. Khan had had once planted a parasitic eel in her body that caused her to become a cold blooded killer. And while under the parasite’s control, and while engaging in a very violent sexual experience with two men, she killed both men by stabbing them to death hundreds of times. She had been cleared of the crime, when it had been proven she was not in control of her body, but she retained the memories of the incident even though the parasite had long been removed from her body.

“Go to hell you son of a bitch!” Chekov replied.

Khan’s smiling face slowly became one of cold and bitterness. He stood up from his command chair, his facing suddenly exploding with anger, and yelled manically as he pointed at the Enterprise crew. ““I HAVE ALREADY BEEN TO THAT FUCKING PLACE YOU CALL HELL!!!!” Khan repeated with loud shouts and absolute derangement, “LOOK AT ME!!!!“ Khan shouted.

The Enterprise crew could only stare at the screen in shock. Even they could tell that even Khan’s own crew had been taken aback by what they were witnessing from Khan; and it wasn’t over yet.

“YES, LOOK A T ME!”, Khan repeated, “I HAVE BECOME A MONSTER,” Khan said, as he pointed at his disfigured face, “A FREAK, BECAUSE OF MITCHELL, PIKE AND…” Khan paused as his he clinched his fist, “KIRK!”. Saliva sprayed out of Khan’s mouth after each word. And then, just a fast as his outburst came, Khan was calm again. “And now, here I am,” he finished, with a deep breath, as the warm smile came across his face, as he sat back into his chair. “ I have been reborn before your eyes.”

The Enterprise bridge was still silent and then (to continue, please follow this link >>>>>>>>>>engage)
 
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Damn you're getting good at this! Sulu huh? Interesting choice.

Yes...and should explain..a little. Sulu was assimilated by the Borg way back, and it was by the same Borg that Laas had help create via the technology from the future. Even though sulu was removed from the collective, its clear that not 'all' of him was removed. Sulu has some troubling episodes to come. His time with the Borg isn't over..yet.

Rob
 
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DUE TO SOME GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, PARENTAL GUIDANCE IS SUGGESTED!!

Previously;

Kirk stood between I’lanti and the brig cell which contained Laas on the other side of an energy barrier.

“Step out of the way Kirk,” I’lanti demanded, as he slowly raised a hand phaser and aimed it at James T Kirk.

“You know that I can’t let you do this,” Kirk said to I’lanti.

“You may get lucky and kill Laas,” Odo said, who was too many feet away to stop I’lanti. “If you do, I will make sure you pay with your life. Letting him go is the only option here. I give you my word that I will hunt him down, and make him pay for what he has done to Earth.”

“I’lanti,” Kirk further pled, “we are heading into areas of the galaxy where we will need help from beings like Odo here. He and his people are friends, and they have offered our people a new beginning. Let’s not go down this path of violence. Let Odo take Laas back to his home world to face their justice.”

“No,” I’lanti said, still aiming the phaser at Kirk, “you must destroy I’lanti, or both of them if you must, or I will!”

“Put the weapon down,” Kirk ordered I’lanti.

“Earth, and its people, are now part of my existence too, Kirk,” I’lanti said, “If you wont do what must be done to protect our posterity, our very civilization, then I will, even if it costs me my life!”

At that second, Kirk saw someone else entering the far end of the brig, and Kirk had to blink twice. What he saw was impossible; the person entering was another I’lanti!!!

Kirk’s mind went into automatic and upon returning to reality *, he quickly deduced what was happening, and that the I’lanti entering the brig was another shape-shifter. In one swift movement and before I’lanti could react, Kirk stepped toward I’lanti and threw an uppercut at the Romulan’s chin.

(* It was in that instant of a second, when Kirk met with Sisko two segments ago in #174)

At that same moment, Sulu ** manipulated the force field controls on the bridge that operated the energy barriers in the brig, the barrier that kept Laas contained was deactivated.

(** During the “Voyage Home” plot, sometime back, Sulu was assimilated by the Borg in episode #68. They were from the same Borg vessel that, turned out later, Laas had created with future tech. Apparently Sulu isn’t completely disconnected from the Borg as believed)

As I’lanti was falling to the ground, stunned by Kirk’s uppercut, Kirk snatched the phaser from I’lanti’s hand just as Laas, who had morphed into an Odianian Dragon-bat, swooped over Kirk’s head. As a determined Kirk flipped the phaser around, and aimed it at the second I’lanti, who was now morphing as well, the Drag-bat’s tail, from overhead, reached down and encircled Kirk’s waist, and threw him into the far wall.

The other I’lanti was now a Dragon-bat as well. Then the Laas Dragon-bat came about, bared its teeth, and with the intent of attacking Kirk, the Laas Dragon-bat swooped down.

But before the Dragon-bat could dig its gnarly teeth into Kirk, a third Dragon-bat, Odo, attacked the Laas Dragon-bat. Both shape-shifters morphed back into their hominoid shapes.

“What did you do that for!?” Laas demanded, as they landed on the ground, but several feet apart. “That solid tried to kill Laynia!”

“And how is it she is aboard this ship?” Odo asked.

The Dragon-bat, which seconds before had been the other I’lanti, morphed into its hominoid shape as well; Laynia.

“How can you be alive?” I’lanti demanded, as Odo had, as he rose from the ground.

“I was able to escape your from your ship,” Laynia told Ilanti, “and during the confusion just before the subspace wave destroyed Earth, I escaped your ship, and came aboard when the last of the Enterprise’s shuttles came into the shuttle bay of this ship.”

“My son was on that ship!” I’lanti yelled.

“I know, and I killed him, Laynia said, cold, and without any remorse. Laas had taught her well. “Soon you will join him, solid!” Laynia said with a confident grin.

Kirk, who was in obvious pain, leaned up against the wall he had just been smashed into, and pushed himself up onto his feet, still holding the phaser, he set the weapon to full power. And without any thought on the matter, he fired the phaser, striking Laas in the process.

As Laas fell to the ground, Laynia morphed back into the Dragon-bat and swooped Laas up, and flew out of the brig. Kirk, Odo and I’lanti gave chase.

“Why did you shoot him?” Odo asked Kirk as they both ran out of the main brig.

“Why not,” Kirk quickly replied with, “it was time to stop talking loudly, and use the God Damn stick,” Kirk said, as he grasped his left side, which was in pain, as they chased the bat.

Down the hall they could see the bat smashing through one of the other compartment doors, and then watched as the bat morphed into a spherical shape, with Laas somewhere inside of it.

“Kirk to bridge!” Kirk yelled, “Spock, can you hear me? We need some help down here!”

As Kirk, Odo and I’lanti nearly reached the smashed in door, Odo, who realized what Laynia was now doing. Instantly Odo morphed into liquid/metal barrier, blocking Kirk and I’lanti from entering the room.

“Odo’s helping them escape” I’lanti said to Kirk.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Kirk demanded.

The metallic barrier, which Odo had become, suddenly morphed a mouth near the top of the ceiling.

“BRACE YOURSELVES!” Odo yelled.

Suddenly, in the room that the Laynia Dragon-bat had escaped into, the spherical object Laynia had now morphed into, the size of a large wrecking ball, smashed through the observation window and into the darkness of space, causing a sudden loss of pressure. Odo’s metallic, wall like shape, strained to maintain its place as the vacuum of space began to suck the atmosphere out of the ship. Three Enterprise crewmen, on the other side of Odo’s barrier, and unprotected, were instantly sucked out into space, and died instantly. The sound of the loss of pressure was an extremely loud, screeching sound.

“Doesn’t this ship have a redundant shield system!?” I’lanti yelled to Kirk, who could barely hear him over the sound.

“Yes!” Kirk replied, “It’s not working for some reason!” Kirk yelled back, “Something, or someone, must have disengaged it!”

“By the way; you could have warned me about the other shape-shifter before you punched me, Kirk!” I’lanti yelled with anger.

“There was no time!!” Kirk yelled back himself. “Besides, you would have done the same!”

“I owe you one,” I’lanti said with anger, but Kirk could see a tinge of humor in I’lanti’s eyes.

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Seconds ago, on the bridge;

““I gave you a direct order, Spock; fire on Khan’s God Damn ship! NOW!!” Pike demanded.

Spock arched an eyebrow.

“I will not take this ship into battle, and risk the death of the passengers, and most importantly, the Emissary,” Spock said. “Those are the direct orders of Captain Kirk. In some cases, such as this one, the needs of the many…”

“So, the Vulcan is a coward,” Khan interrupted with a chuckle. “If you wish to die without firing a shot, then that is what will be.”

“I would advise against it,” Spock told Khan, “this Enterprise has shielding technology beyond anything in this universe. Your weapons will not penetrate the shields.”

Suddenly, and without warning, the Enterprise was rocked with an explosion, at the same instant Sulu’s fingers danced across his panel, ordering the shields to fail.

“What was that?” Pike asked.

Scotty, at the engineering post on the bridge, shook his head.

“I don’t know sir!” Scotty said, “The shields dropped and now there’s been some kind’a explosion near the brig,” Scotty said.

“FIRE” Khan roared from the screen of the Enterprise.

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Khan’s ship; the Alcatraz…

Joachim, who was manning the weapons, looked to Khan.

“I am targeting an object ejecting from the Enterprise,” Joachim said quickly.

“Then target both, and fire, and hurry Joachim , before they get their shields up!” Khan ordered.

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Outside Space and time;

The center of a very bright universe of near blinding white light, Q was sitting in a recliner, with his feet propped up, with a bag of popcorn in one hand, and a can of Diet Pepsi in the other. A large 55inch Samsung plasma TV was positioned on a simple TV stand, and a remote control was on the arm of the chair Q was sitting in.

“I just love these space battles,” Q said to himself.

But he wasn’t just a viewer of what was transpiring; he had a stake in the eventual outcome. Q knew that Khan’s attack would not have normally destroyed the Enterprise from the other universe. But without shields, the supped up Enterprise would be destroyed, and Q could not let that happen. He needed his “plant” aboard the Enterprise to make into the wormhole, so that the Q could once and for all usurp the enigmatic beings that existed inside of it. So, to that end, Q minutely adjusted the strength of the Khan’s weapons, but not so much as to cause any suspicion.

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At that instant, the spherical object containing Laynia and Laas attempted to streak into deep space, but the Alcatraz’s weapons were too swift, and a volley of photon torpedoes, and streaks of phaser fire, leaped away from the Alcatraz. Two of the three torpedoes struck the spherical object, utterly blasting into oblivion, destroying both of the shape-shifters instantly.

The third torpedo struck the Enterprise near the smashed out bulk head where the spherical object had escaped the Enterprise, causing an explosion on the outside, and slightly inside the ship as well.

At that instant, the Enterprise’s weapons went to action, on Spock’s orders, and several phaser streaks lashed out at the Alcatraz, causing serious damage to her structure as well.

“Fire!” Khan repeated, as the lights aboard the Alcatraz began to dim, off and on.

“Sir,” Joachim said quickly, “I’m registering several warp fields coming in our direction.”

“Set an evasive course, but wait for my order.” Khan ordered. Then he pressed a button on his chair’s communication’s panel that put him into direct contact with the Transporter room of the Alcatraz.. “Do it,” Khan ordered into the intercom, “NOW!”

At that instant, the Alcatraz activated its transporter machine, and then seconds later, it went into warp, just as several Romulan warbirds and Starfleet vessels came out of warp.

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Chekov opened her eyes; she was no longer on the bridge of the Enterprise. It was almost as if she was on the transporter deck of the old Enterprise (SAVVY readers will recall the United Space Agency version from Star Trek: Phase One). Then she realized what had happened, she had been beamed off of the Enterprise, and on to Khan’s ship.

The door to the transporter room swished opened and then she saw him enter; Khan, with Joachim right behind him.

“Hello Nadya,” Khan said as he came into the room, and walked over to where she was, on the ground, on the transporter pad. “I think we have some unfinished business, you and I.”

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(September, 2058)

Captains Log;
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to let go. Until we can find the strength to move on, turn the page as they say, then our lives come to a complete stand still. I hope that, in time, we can all find the strength we need to do just that. Isn’t that why we have friends and family?

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It had been one month since the ruthless attack by Khan had left Jocelyn McCoy, as well as fifty-three other passengers aboard the Enterprise, dead. Once the ship had been repaired by the Romulans, the Enterprise stuck out on its own.

With what was hoped to be the sum of humanity somehow apart of the enigmatic Benjamin Sisko, the Enterprise set out for the far away Bajoran wormhole, for a new home world that was waiting for them in the far off Gamma-Quadrant. With the Warp Engines inoperable most of the time, due to the decay of subspace throughout large parts of the galaxy, the Enterprise, more and more in spirit, resembled one of those ancient ships, just making its way across a dark ocean with only the stars to light the way.

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Leonard McCoy and his daughter Joanne, who were holding hands, sat in Ten-forward at the table closest to the large viewing window that encircled the large recreation area. The stars of the galaxy were best scene from this point on the ship, and as always, the view was beyond words.

“Dad,” Joanne finally said, “I’m scared.”

“We all are,” McCoy replied, softly. “One can’t wonder what all of this is about, when the ship is like this, just crawling through space, surrounded by millions on millions of stars. If our lives were like one of those old movies then we would be hearing soft strings in the background, and it would all seem to make some kind of sense. Trust me, life is never that simple.”

“Its funny you put it that way,” Joanne said, with a smile. “Mom use to always just break out in song, as if she was in one of those silly musicals. I remember when I was getting ready for my high-school first dance and she was singing some mushy song in the background as she helped me set my hair. Maybe it is that simple, if we want it to be.”

“What was she singing?” McCoy asked. He was being a father who wanted to visualize the memories he never got the chance to experience, due to the fact he had abandoned his wife and child due to his life long battle with alcoholism.

“She was singing this old song, it’s probably a hundred years old, and I think it was called God Only Knows.”

“Ahh,” McCoy said with a knowing smile, “That’s the song I sang to her the day I proposed; talk about corny!”

“Sing it for me,” Joanne said.

“I’m not singer, trust me,” McCoy said, as he squeezed her hand tighter with his. “You sing it for me.”

Maybe life was as simple as a soft melody, McCoy thought as he listened to Joanne hum the opening notes of the song. And as his daughter began to sing the lyrics, ever so soft, McCoy let his mind go and imagined the soft keys of a grand piano in the distance, accompanying her; and with the infinity of the galaxy just beyond the whips of their eyes, it really wasn’t that hard to do.

(McCoy sees Joanne, in a nice flowing black gown, singing a really soft romantic version of the song, written by Brian Wilson. It’s just Joanne, standing by the microphone, as the piano is played, ever so softly, by Guinan (who of course is played by Alicia Keys in our story). McCoy absorbs the beauty of the menagerie in his mind…..)


I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I'll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would livin' do me
God only knows what I'd be without you

(a soft quartet of violins join in…)

God only knows what I'd be without you…


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James T Kirk was down in the hanger bay for his morning workout. The four shuttle craft were nestled into their cribs high above the hanger bay, allowing the large landing bay to be used as a gym. There had been a small, officer’s only gym on the ship already, but Kirk, on a suggestion from Guinan, let a larger gym be established in the hanger for all the passengers and crew of the Enterprise.

Scotty wasn’t too happy about letting “his” shuttle bay be used in such a manner. But Kirk was able to win Scotty over with a promise that an area would be reserved for those who fenced, and that he, Scotty, could teach a class for those who were interested.

As for Kirk, he enjoyed the running track that wound its way on the peripheral or the bay. Kirk would jog in the morning to unwind, and think about the course of action for the following day.

After finishing a fifteen minute jog around the hanger and after some light weight lifting was finished, Kirk headed up to his quarters, and showered and shaved. He came into the dining area, and Edith was setting preparing breakfast for him. Kirk came over and put his hand on Caroline’s thick curly hair, and jumbled it all up.

“Daddy!” Caroline protested, still in her pajamas.

“Oh honey,” Edith said from the kitchen, “What did you do that for? It took me ten minutes to get it straight.”

“Oh no,” Kirk said with a fake frown, “looks like daddy gone messed up.”

“Yep,” Caroline said.

“It’s hard to believe she’s nearly five years old,” Jim Kirk said, as he sat at the table.

“What do you mean?” Edith asked. “She’s almost two hundred years old.”

“Nah,” Kirk added with a smile, “she doesn’t look a day over 190.”

(SAVVY readers will recall that Caroline Kirk was born in the year 1866, two years after Kirk/Edith/Spock had become trapped in Earth’s past. For a brief timeline covering the five years they spent in the past, follow this link. )

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Jim Kirk wound his way through the corridors of the Enterprise. He had to keep reminding himself at times that the Enterprise, this Enterprise specifically, was from another universe. That it had been commanded by another Jim Kirk somewhere else in the multiverse. But no matter how it came to be, the ship was now his. Was it some sort of cosmic joke? Jim Kirk didn’t know for sure, but what he did know was this; it was the best chance they had to keep Benjamin Sisko safe until they reached their new world, far off in the Gamma-Quadrant.

It had been conveyed to Kirk by the entities that had contacted him that humanity could only be brought back into existence on that far off world, and that only Sisko could make that miracle happen. What else did Kirk have to lose? But all of it, the entire gambit, was on the advice from beings that existed outside the normal boundaries of space and time. Was it a fool’s errand? Only time would tell. Did over six billion souls reside inside of Sisko’s unique being? It was hard to believe, but, as Kirk reminded himself many times, he had seen many strange things in his life, including having been to parallel universe, been trapped in the past, seeing his friend Gary Mitchell become a god. Any, as Spock had told him time and time again, was possible.

So as Kirk made his way though the corridors, it became abundantly clear that the ship, even as powerful as it was, was apparently made for a crew no larger than four hundred, five hundred tops, but there were nearly seven hundred people aboard the Enterprise, after the hasty evacuation of Earth. And although the corridors were crowded, and sometimes had children running through them, and mass confusion; he wouldn’t have had it any other way. The Enterprise was home to one of the last bastions of humanity and humanity, by definition, meant chaos.

Kirk had finally decided to dawn a Star Fleet uniform, with the rank of Captain, and asked all other Starfleet personnel aboard to wear their uniforms and rank as well.

Spock was now officially his first officer, and Scotty was third in command, and the three of them had ran the ship smoothly, as it made its way, painfully slow at times, toward the Bajoran system which was still months away. Due to Kirk’s uneasy relationship with Starfleet Command, and now Pike, due to the loss of Chekov during Khan’s recent attack, the Enterprise was hardly considered a Federation ship. But Sarek had secretly confided in Kirk, before leaving with the Romulan fleet, that the Federation considered the Enterprise part of Starfleet and that was all that mattered.

After exiting a Turbolift, Kirk found himself on the makeshift education deck. A week or so after the Enterprise fled from Earth, Uhura had taken it upon her self, with assistance from Jennifer Sisko, and help from Scotty, who lent his maintenance crews to help rearrange some of the room areas on the deck, assembled a functioning school program for the children who now called the Enterprise home.

There were grade school levels for the younger kids, and higher levels for the old children. Kirk knew that it was important for a normalcy of life to return for the youth aboard. It was the only sure way to get the past behind them and move on their lives. No one knew, not even Kirk, what life on the far off world in the Gamma-Quadrant would be like, but one thing was for sure; life had to go on now, aboard the Enterprise.


Finally arriving at his destination, Kirk found Jennifer Sisko teaching elementary level math to a group of nearly twenty students of various young ages. Kirk could hear the kids whispering in hushed tones as he came into the classroom.

"Jim," Jennifer said with a smile, as she had been writing mathematic problems for the students to solve on the large LED board that stretched across one of the far walls. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, not at all," Kirk replied, "Where is Jake?"

"That son of mine takes after his father, when it comes to math," Jennifer said with a smile, and then she continued. "So, why torture him? He is in Mrs. Keiko O’Brien’s advanced literature class. Who would have guessed that that my son would have taken a liking to Shakespeare?"

Kirk took on a serious look, and then continued.

"Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile…" Kirk began.

Jennifer thought for a moment, and then she finished the phrase.

"So here you find where light in darkness lies; your light grows dark by losing of your eyes…"

"Very good," Kirk said. "As it turns out, I couldn’t stand math either," he explained. "But I loved Shakespeare."

They both laughed.

"I need to speak with you in private," Kirk said, as he smiled at the children, who were listing to every word he had said.

"Sure," Jennifer said, "how about my office?"

Kirk followed Jennifer into her office, and she shut the door as soon as he was in.

"So, what can I help you with?" Jennifer asked, as she walked over to and sat behind her desk.

"It dawned on my last night that I really don’t know much about your husband," Kirk began to tell her. "Did you know his parents?"

"I never met his mother," Jennifer said, after a moment. "His father, Joseph, was a pleasant man who originally opened the restaurant you found us at in New Orleans. He passed away a year after we married. Why do you want to know?"

Kirk sat in the chair across from Jennifer, on the other side of the desk.

"I have pretty much rolled the dice with this whole plan," Kirk finally said. "I opened that orb and was pretty much told that your husband, Ben, was the Emissary of the Celestial Temple and that only he could have Earth’s civilization. I have no idea what or where the Temple is, but it was implied that Ben had been chosen for this task, saving humanity, and that he had been destined to do so long ago. That is a pretty amazing destiny for just a mere human."

"Let me ask you something,” Jennifer replied, “who are the Bajorans? And why would they think Ben is some sort of religious icon to them?"

"The Bajorans, as it was explained to me by Ambassador Spock, are a space faring civilization that has a belief system entwined with the wormhole that is near their system. They believe that there are sentient non-corporeal beings that exist inside the wormhole, and who have shaped their philosophy. They also believe that an Emissary will come and be a conduit between them and the entities inside the wormhole. Of course, being rooted in the real world, I find that somewhat hard to fathom."

"And Ben is to be this Emissary," Jennifer completed for Kirk. “It’s all so strange.”

"I know," Kirk said. "In my last visit with Ben, right before Khan attacked, in a place outside of reality, he seemed to have changed. Almost as if he was becoming less a human and more of," Kirk paused, "unworldly. I’m sure, once this is all done, he will return to us unharmed and unaffected. But I fell really awful that he hasn’t chosen to speak with you personally, or Jake for that matter.”

“Unworldly? I don’t like the sound of that at all.” Jennifer said, slightly worried. "I’ve also wondered why Ben hasn’t contacted me or Jake." Jennifer said, softly. "If he is a prophet to the Bajorans, then why can’t I see him; why can’t I feel the hurt he must feel?"

"Why can’t you see an angel cry?" Kirk added.

“Exactly,” Jennifer said. “I guess I’m selfish, but it is really unfair to Jake. He and Benjamin have a special relationship, and it pains Jake not to be able to see his father.”

Before Kirk could continue there was a bright flash, and the next thing they knew; Jim Kirk and Jennifer Sisko were somewhere else.
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Jim Kirk entered the make shift school that Uhura and Jennifer Sisko had set up on one of the lower decks of the Enterprise. He had come to speak with Jennifer, whom he had found in classroom filled with students. Once they were alone in her office, Kirk asked her a simple question.

"It dawned on my last night that I really don’t know much about your husband," Kirk began to tell her. "Did you know his parents?"

"I never met his mother," Jennifer said, after a moment. "His father, Joseph, was a pleasant man who originally opened the restaurant you found us at in New Orleans. He passed away a year after we married. Why do you want to know?"

Before Kirk could answer, a strange flash of light swept over the two if them…


Our story continues….

“Where are we?” Jennifer Sisko asked as she inhaled deeply, and let the fresh air of the meadow caress the inside of her lungs.

“I really don’t know,” Kirk replied with a smile, “but isn’t it beautiful?”

“It is indeed.” Jennifer came back, with her own smile. “Look at those hills in the distance, the pond over there, and what about this fresh air?. I wonder if this is Earth, or, is it the world that waits for us in the Gamma-Quadrant? I can’t believe how much I miss, what we all must miss, what we had back on Earth. And this is where Benjamin is now?”

“Yes,” a deep baritone voice said from behind them.

Jennifer whirled around, and upon seeing her husband, Benjamin Sisko, she ran into his arms. It had been nearly two months since she had last seen her husband. It was on the very day when the subspace wave destroyed Earth. Since that time, both she and Jake, their son, had wondered if they would ever see him again.

“Where are we?” Jennifer asked her smiling husband.

“Somewhere beyond space and time,” Benjamin told her, “but I don’t really care where we are. Just holding you here, like this,” he held her tighter, “is the only thing that matters at this moment. Jennifer; how I have missed you.” he told her, and then they kissed.

“And we’ve missed you just as much,” Jennifer finally said, with sadness in her voice. “You need to bring Jake here, let him see you, let him know that his father is still alive.”

Sisko nodded and then looked over to Kirk, who had turned the other way, and had walked over to the nearby pond, letting Sisko and his wife have privacy during their reunion. It was the least he could do.

“I trust Jim is keeping an eye on the two of you?”

“He is,” Jennifer said. “He even let us set up a school on board the Enterprise.”

“So you’re teaching again?” Sisko said with a smile. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me feel. Is Jake in your class?”

“Jake, in a math class?” Jennifer asked with a slight chuckle. “He’s in the advance Literature class, studying Shakespeare of course. So yes,” Jennifer added, “Jim is helping us all deal with the loss of Earth, and specifically the two of us, Jake and I, not having you.”

Sisko said, “Just remember; Jim is the only one on that ship, and I mean the only one, that I trust with your lives.”

“Why?” Jennifer asked, “Are we in danger?”

Sisko was going to say something, but he thought for a moment. There were certain things he wouldn’t say, or more to the point, he couldn’t say.

“Just do as I say and stay close to him,” Sisko said, with a tinge of warning in his voice.

Sisko broke off the hug, and then he took Jennifer by the hand and began to walk over to the lake. Kirk looked back and saw them approaching, as he threw a thin rock and watched it skim across the surface of the lake and then disappear.

“This is quite an amazing place you have here,” Kirk told Sisko. “Where are we? Are we somewhere in your mind?”

“No,” Sisko replied, “this place, as well as you and I, and Jennifer, is inside the Celestial Temple of the Prophets.”

“How can that be?” Kirk asked, “We’re still pretty far from Bajor.”

“And why us,” Jennifer added.

“Although the Remnant is no longer part of your being,” Sisko said to Kirk, “the Prophets see you as akin to one of their own. Why that is, I do not know. They trust you Kirk; they trust you because of what you are and the shape-shifter you knew as Kincaid. I am not quite sure how it all works yet, but all of this, the destruction of Earth, the Borg, you and your time spent in Earth’s past; all of it connects.”

Kirk looked out at the pond, and then he looked at the hills in the distance, and then back to Sisko.

Suddenly Sisko faded, but then he returned. Knowing that their time together in the Celestial Temple was coming to an end, Sisko held Jennifer closer.

“I promise,” Sisko said to her, with his wide smile, “I will come back to you.”

“When?” Jennifer asked. “When will you come back to us??”

“Yesterday,” Sisko said, with reverie in his voice, “or tomorrow, maybe next year; but this I promise you. I will return.”

“And I will be waiting,” Jennifer said, as they kissed one more time. And then she was gone.

Sisko turned to face Kirk.

“We’re taking a big risk,” Kirk said to Sisko. “I wouldn’t be lying if I told you that there are doubts that humanity has been saved. Many think we are on a fool‘s errand.”

“You brought me into this,” Sisko told Kirk. “At first I didn’t want to believe it either, but now I do. I have been with the Prophets long enough now to comprehend aspects of their perception of linear existences, like yours and mine.”

“And this can only happen in the Gamma-Quadrant?” Kirk asked the question again he had asked before on an earlier occasion, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” Sisko said again. “The Prophets can not allow their domain to fall into the knowledge or manipulation of other beings like themselves. The unique properties that my physical body will pass through when the Enterprise travels through the wormhole will be the catalyst that will bring the souls that I possess back. Once the Enterprise has passed through the wormhole…”

Kirk took over.

“… then the Founders will take us to our new world, because of the guilt they feel about the destruction of Earth brought down on to us by Laas.” Kirk added, with a slight tinge of doubt in his voice.

“Their guilt does not just end with the destruction of Earth,” Sisko added.

Kirk found what Sisko had just said interesting and worrisome.

“What do you mean when you said not just the destruction of Earth?”

“I do not know the particulars.” Sisko told Kirk, “But I can warn you.”

“Warn me about what?” Kirk asked.

And then Sisko began to fade away, and Kirk could tell that it wasn’t by Sisko’s choice.

“Where are you going?” Kirk asked, trying to reach for Sisko, but finding empty air instead.

“It seems I have over stayed my welcome, for now,” Sisko said. “But hear me Jim; the Borg are going to attack; soon. And when…”

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Suddenly Kirk opened his eyes, and he was being held up by Jennifer.

“Are you alright?” Jennifer asked.

Kirk, not wanting to alarm her, or anyone else, would not repeat what Sisko had said. But he knew one thing for sure; it was time to prepare for an attack by the Borg.

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When Scotty assigned Lt. Geordi Leforge to retrace (please follow this link to continue with our story)...and then next time!!!

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Sulu was in his quarters, settling down for the evening after a long duty watch, when suddenly the door to his quarters opened, and several security officer’s rushed in. Mr. Spock came in once Sulu had been put in restraints.

“Spock, what the hell’s going on?” Sulu demanded as his hands were restrained behind his back.

“Thirty minutes ago,” Spock told Sulu, “Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott was found dead in his quarters.”

“And you think I did it?” Sulu asked. “That’s crazy.”

“As of right now,” Spock replied. “I regret to say that, all of the evidence in our possession points exclusively to you.”

And at that moment the acting chief of security aboard the Enterprise, as so designated by Captain Kirk when the Enterprise had left Earth, walked into Sulu’s quarters; Lt. Steve McGarrett. Unlike the rest of security, who wore security uniforms, McGarrett was in a dark blue tailored suit, due to the fact he was a civilian attached to the Enterprise when Earth had been evacuated.

“I didn’t do it,” Sulu pleaded with Spock. Sulu looked at McGarrett. “You have to believe me! Where’s the captain? I swear to you; I didn’t do it!”

McGarrett, grim faced, shook his head.

“I know this will sound cliché,” McGarrett said to Sulu, and Spock, “but that’s what they all say.” And then McGarrett looked at the security officers who had Sulu in custody. “Book’em,” McGarrett said, “Murder one.” (I’ve always wanted to write that line!)

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One hour later, in the security department aboard the Enterprise. Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy, Lt. Gil Grissom and Odo had joined McGarrett in his security office conference room. They were watching security footage taken outside of Scotty’s quarters.

“Now,” McGarrett told Kirk, “watch here.”

The footage showed Sulu coming into view, and entering Scotty’s quarters.

“So we know,” McGarrett said as the footage paused, “that Lt. Sulu entered Lt. Commander Scott’s quarters. My men have scoured this data, and I assure you; no one else other than Mr. Scott entered his quarters, other than Lt. Sulu.”

Kirk sipped from a cup of coffee. The ships time was nearly 0130 when Kirk had been hailed. He had been sleeping soundly when the news came about Scotty’s death.


“Now,” McGarrett said, “watch what happens next.”

The footage resumed playing, slightly sped up, when it finally resumed normal play.

“Just so that we’re all clear, we have sped ahead nearly fifteen minutes after Sulu entered Mr. Scott’s quarters,” McGarrett told them.

Suddenly, as they watched the footage, they saw Sulu exit the quarters, and then Sulu headed down corridor, out of view.

“What does that prove?” Doctor McCoy asked. “He went in, he went out; so what?”

“I agree with the doctor,” Odo said. “During my time on your world I have, on occasion, free lanced as a private detective, in human form of course, and this scant evidence wouldn’t be enough for conviction in any human court I am aware of.”

“Oh,” McGarrett said with a wry smile, “I agree. But watch again,” McGarrett said.

The footage went backwards, until just before the point when Sulu came out of Scotty’s quarters, then it played again. Suddenly the image zoomed in on Sulu’s hand were something is seen dropping from his fingers.

“What was that?” Kirk asked. “Dropping from Sulu’s hand? What was that?”

McGarrett nodded in Lt. Grissom’s direction. Grissom was the Enterprise’s chief forensic specialist.

“Captain; it was blood,” Grissom replied. “Once we saw this security data, I personally went down and extracted this sample from just outside of Mr. Scott’s quarters, and I found this,” Grissom showed them a stained slide, which had been sealed, but was still obviously stained with blood. “I analyzed it, and the computer instantly came up with a DNA match; Mr.Scott's.”

“Oh come on, Jim,” McCoy countered, “Sulu and Scotty were best friends. You were there, sitting right next to me, when the two of them had that sword fight at the Academy gym* all that time ago. From there on they were like brothers.”

*(that sword battle happened all the way back in episode #5)

“I know Bones, but…” Kirk tried to say, but McCoy cut him off.

“No,” McCoy, “you don’t know; Jim. When both you and our Spock were gone, and Gary was commanding the Emprenda, in the Delta-Quadrant, Scotty never gave up the hope of finding Sulu after we realized he was one of the Borg drones we encountered. I personally watched Scotty risk his life to try and free Sulu from that Borg cube, and I couldn’t do anything to save him when he too was captured.”

Kirk nodded, taking in what McCoy had just said. Then Kirk looked back to McGarrett.

“They were friends,” McCoy repeated. “And friends don’t go around killing each other.”

“How exactly was Scotty killed,” Kirk asked McGarrett.

McGarrett showed images on the screen of the crime scene inside of Scotty’s quarters. Scotty’s body could be seen, and the sword that had killed him was still lodged in his gut.

“The killer wanted us to think that Mr. Scott had taken his own life,” McGarrett said. He nodded in Lt. Grissom’s direction again.

“Even though it’s only been a couple hours since it happened,” Grissom reported, “I have taken the liberty to examine the wound with my team. Our conclusion is solid; there is absolutely no way Mr. Scott could have lodged the sword into his own body at that angle, due to the length of the weapon.”

“Are you sure?” Kirk asked, “maybe he held the sword along the blade, and then stabbed him self with it.”

“We had considered that,” Grissom said.

Then McGarrett took over.

“Jim, the force it would have taken, and at that angle,” McGarrett said, “would have been physically impossible to do, without causing cuts along his own fingers. And even if he had used gloves, which I might add we can find no evidence of, they would have still left depressions in Mr. Scott’s fingers. We can’t ignore the fact that Mr. Sulu is a trained fencer, and would have such knowledge as to where to commit the kill shot. So, you add that with the DNA evidence we found outside Mr. Scotts door, the footage we’ve just seen, and only one logical conclusion can be made. Mr. Sulu, for some unknown reason, killed Mr. Scott.”

Kirk thought it over and over and over. But he kept coming up with the same question.

“Why?” Kirk asked everyone assembled at the conference table. “Why would Mr. Sulu want to kill his best friend?”

There was no reply, because no one knew of a reason…but then.

There was a knock at the door, and they all looked up to see Lt. Geordi Leforge. Leforge was an African-American male who was born with impeded sight. He wore a specially engineered visor that allowed him to see in a unique way. He had transported aboard the Enterprise during the Exodus from Earth, and in that short time, he had earned Mr. Scott’s profound respect.

“Captain,” Leforge said, “I think I have information that may be related to Mr. Scott’s death.”

“Please come in,” Kirk told Leforge. “By the way,” Kirk told the others as Leforge took a seat next to Odo, “Mr. Leforge here will be assuming command of engineering effective immediately.”

“I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances,” Leforge told them all.

“We understand,” McCoy told the young officer, trying to calm him.

“What is this information you are referring to?” Spock asked.

“Mr. Scott was,” Leforge searched for the right words, “well, he was acting on his instincts and he was investigating the collapse of the shields on the day that the Alcatraz attacked us, as well as when the Founder escaped, and the entire string of events that happened that day. I was assisting him in the investigation, on my own time as well.”

“Fascinating,” Spock said, as he arched an eyebrow. “What did he conclude?”

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We are the Borg. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile.

The phrase resonated throughout the twists and turns inside of Lt. Hikaru Sulu’s mind. And the deeper and deeper Spock probed Sulu’s tormented mind, the more Spock sensed the blunt reality of the statement. The Borg had totally re-written Sulu’s memory, on a subconscious level. And as Spock viewed the memories, of Sulu’s non-existent Borg life, he realized then just how powerful the Borg could become.

But more interesting was the fact that the memories were in the deepest part of Sulu’s mind, and probably had been there ever since he was assimilated months and months ago in the Delta-Quadrant. Which meant, obviously, that ever since he had returned and been “separated from the Borg”, he never really was separated. The Borg hardware was a ruse. The Borg technology was far beyond the reliance on hardware. The majority of the Borg in the galaxy still relied on physical devices, but the time-altered Borg that Laas had created were not. And if these altered Borg were able to reprogram the rest of the Borg from this time, then it would most certainly lead to the total Borg assimilation of the galaxy.

We are the Borg. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile.

And again it repeated.

We are the Borg. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile.

In Spock’s universe, the so called Mirror Universe, which was now destroyed, the Borg there were from a peaceful culture, and allies of the underground movement on Earth. In this new universe, his adoptive universe, the Borg culture seemed bent on subjugating the entire galaxy.

Sulu had been born on a massive Borg cube vessel, and was fitted with Borg implants immediately, and then, he was placed inside of an incubation chamber. Kept inside the chamber for what Spock could only guess was fifteen years, Sulu’s body was allowed to mature, as the muscles in his body were conditioned by the Borg technology inside his DNA. Then, once he became fifteen years old, Spock estimated, Sulu was finally taken out of his incubator and put to work as a drone; such was the life of a Borg.

And then, as Spock pressed deeper, he could sense the presence of another. It wasn’t his, or Sulu’s, but a third party. Spock came to the conclusion that his trek through Sulu’s mind had been observed the entire time. That who ever was observing him was letting him do so; but why? And who was this other presence? Try as Spock might he could not penetrate the vale of invisibility that seemed to shroud the answers.

Suddenly, as Spock began to probe deeper, he felt outside forces bringing him back to reality. Someone was trying to break the mind-meld. Spock traversed the path he had taken inside of Sulu’s mind, and once he was out, the Vulcan opened his eyes.

As Spock’s mind slowly grasped on to the present, he could see McCoy standing before him, talking, but Spock couldn’t hear any sound. Sometimes, when a mind-meld went as deep as the one had just shared with Sulu, and was ended suddenly, it took the mind several moments to synch up with the real world. And, as if a light had been turned on, Spock was completely lucid.

The ship rumbled, and Spock struggled to stand, as McCoy reached out to help him stand. His legs were still wobbly, and so McCoy helped Spock sit back down on the med-bed.

“How long was I in the meld?” Spock asked.

“Nearly sixteen hours,” McCoy said. “I had to pull you out because of what’s happening.”

The ship was rocked again.

“What is happening?” Spock asked.

“Something to do with the Borg,” McCoy said. “What did you find?” McCoy asked, as he monitored Sulu’s life signs.

“The time-altered Borg that assimilated Mr. Sulu are insidious. Their technology has eclipsed the Borg technology of this time. And unless we can find some means to stop them; they will take over the galaxy.”

“You can’t be serious,” McCoy said. “Certainly there are others who can stop them.”

“Perhaps,” Spock said.

And then he began to think about the unknown presence in Sulu’s mind. Who was it? But there were other more important concerns at the present, and so he stood up and headed to the bridge.

“Where are you going?” McCoy demanded.

“Doctor McCoy,” Spock said, “I appreciate your concern. However, it would not be a stretch to say that our very existence is in peril. I must go to the bridge and help as best I can.”

“What about him?” McCoy asked, motioning to Sulu.

“Keep him sedated,” Spock said, “for now.”

And with that, Spock headed out of sickbay, on his way to the bridge.


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On the bridge, Captain Kirk sat in his command chair. Just moments ago the Enterprise came upon what could only be described as a nightmarish scene, and there was seemingly no way out. The Enterprise had come upon a massive space battle. There were vessels from the Federation, as well as Klingon, Romulan, Gorn, vessels too. Several of the ships were of types Kirk had not scene.

And they were not attacking each other; they were attacking a massive Borg cube as well as three planet killers. Kirk deduced that it was the same Borg fleet that had destroyed Earth. Was this how it was all to end for humanity? The warp engines were unable to be engaged due to the instable area of space, and if the Enterprise went down, and Sisko died, it would be, for all intents and purposes, the end of humanity.

As the Enterprise approached the hectic battle scene, the view screen magnified on a Gorn ship that was obviously trying to ram the massive cube. Just as it seemed the smaller, yet more agile Gorn ship, was about to strike the Borg cube, a white beam streaked out from the massive ship from the Delta-Quadrant, striking the Gorn ship, blowing it up with a giant fireball.

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The Enterprise wasn’t the only spectator of the failed suicide Gorn attempt. Q, who was in a small subspace pocket outside of time and space, watched with curiosity as well. Because, for the first time in his existence, he could see the outcome, or any variation of an outcome. Yet, even though he could not see what was to come, he still had his powers. It was almost as if the universe had decided to take its own path, and for a God like entity, that was no acceptable.

The only other possibility was that another Q, or a being with like abilities, was manipulating the events. But what was ever happening was seriously jeopardizing his current plan; to infiltrate the Bajoran wormhole and finally have the means to not only destroy the entities that resided inside the wormhole, but to also control the unique properties of the wormhole as well.

While Q had been fascinated by the armada that was attacking the Borg fleet, Q had become distracted. He had wanted to hear Spock’s assessment as to what he had found inside of Sulu’s mind. Q had to know what had been said, and so he stepped back into time and suddenly was at the point where McCoy had brought Spock out of the mind-meld.

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“Doctor McCoy,” Spock said, “I appreciate your concern. However, it would not be a stretch to say that our very existence is in peril. I must go to the bridge and help as best I can.”

“What about him?” McCoy asked, motioning to Sulu.

“Keep him sedated,” Spock said, “for now.”

And with that, Spock headed out of sickbay, on his way to the bridge.


Suddenly Q flashed into existence next to Spock.

“You,” Spock said to Q. “What are you doing on this ship?”

Q was wearing the uniform that an Admiral would be wearing.

“You should be thanking me,” Q replied, with arrogance in his voice. “The only reason you didn’t die back in your own universe is because I let Kirk bring you over to this one. And this is how you thank me?”

As they made their way down the corridor, several lower ranked crew members nodded in Q’s direction, not realizing he was far from being a Starfleet officer.

“It was because of your meddling that my universe was destroyed in the first place,” Spock replied.

“True,” Q replied. “But had I not stopped your evil Kirk, and had he been able to absorb the powers of that child, then no universe would have survived. Trust me, my good sir, history will treat me as a hero. Now, as the kind doctor asked, what did you learn? I just observed your explanation to him, and I got the impression you didn’t tell him everything; why?”

They both entered a Turbolift, and at that instant, Q snapped his fingers and both he and Spock vanished. They reappeared in Q’s tiny pocket universe. All around them were images of the space battle.

“So,” Spock said, as he looked at the various images that seemed to be floating all around them, “this is where you watch and meddle from.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” Q said. “Everything I do is done to insure the survival of the universe.”

“And your self,” Spock added.

“Well, yeah, there’s that too.” Q admitted. “This space battle that is happening all around us? I can’t determine how it is to end. There are no variations, and the only way that could happen is if they are being guided by another being such as my self.” They both watched as one of the Klingon ships exploded, created a bright flash. “This battle will be lost. The pathetic armada doesn’t have a chance.”

“These Borg are from another time,” Spock said. “They are far more advanced than the Borg in this time.”

“I already know that,” Q said.

“While I was inside of Mr. Sulu’s mind, I (to continue with this chapter, please follow this link..and thanks)
 
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