Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 31 Jan 2004 22:49:57 GMT In: alt.startrek.creative From: sisko2374@aol.com (Sisko2374) At 0700 Ezri walked through the turbo-lift doors to relieve Julian. "Morning Julian." Stifling a yawn, he managed a smile and whispered, "Do you think it would be a breach of protocol if the ship's Doctor kissed the ship's commanding officer on the bridge?" "Not if she kissed him first." Her fingers slipping under Julian's chin, she brushed her lips against his. "You've got to get us on the same shift, Captain," Julian half-teased as he rose from the chair. "This night shift is bad for my morale." "I don't know, showing favoritism won't look good on my first command proficiency test. But I'll see what I can do." Ezri slid into the command chair. "Maybe on the return trip home. Anything to report?" Julian handed her a status padd. "We're on schedule, an hour from mission objective. An Alliance battle cruiser warped into the Alpha Centauri system about half an hour ago, assuming a standard orbit around Alpha III. Probably a routine patrol, but we're keeping a close watch on it. Other than that...well, I did have a rather strange conversation with Smiley about three hours ago." "Smiley?" Ezri laid the padd on the chair's arm rest. "He came to the bridge? What did he want?" "Apparently he was trying to find out what I thought was ‘really' going on with the expedition. I don't think he believes that we're just on an archaeological dig." Julian paused. "He also said ‘You owe us'." Ezri squinted. "What did he mean by that?" Julian folded his arms. "I don't know. He did express some disgruntlement that Starfleet didn't turn over the cloaking device to the Terran resistance." Ezri nodded "He is the only rebel on the ship but I'll have Walters put an extra security watch around the cloak anyway. Going to breakfast?" Julian shrugged. "Just a scone or two and some tea I think. Thought I'd stay up for the final mission briefing, maybe accompany the team down. That is, if you don't need me up here." Ezri shook her head. "I have no objection. Briefing will be in the ward room at 0730." "Fine," Julian smiled. "I'll see you later." "Damn!" Hot Tarkalean tea splashed Julian's hand as his mug slipped out of his fingers and bounced across the floor of the ward room. Stooping to retrieve it, he mused at how attentive Miles used to be at fine tuning the temperature settings on the replicator , so unlike the Defiant's current brusque engineer. The automated cleaner in the ward room's floor was quickly absorbing the spilled tea. "If you're coming on my expedition Doctor, I hope you handle artifacts better than you do tea cups." "Oh, good morning Doctor Jordan!" Julian rose to his feet, a sheepish grin on his face. "As long as the artifacts aren't too hot, I'll have no problem holding on to them, I assure you." The expedition's chief archeologist, a blonde middle aged woman, smiled and nodded, sliding past him to the replicator. "Tea, Gunpowder Grey, hot." As the archaeologist carefully withdrew her beverage, Julian reordered and sat down, his plate of previously ordered scones before him. "Care for one Doctor? You really should have some carbohydrates in the morning you know." "No thanks, but you can call me Cynthia." She settled in across from him. "Formalities make me feel like I'm in a seminar." "Or in conference. I know exactly what you mean. Julian is fine by me." "Well then, Julian, why do you want to join the expedition? You've actually had more direct experience with this universe than I or any of the expedition's historians. What we'll be doing isn't nearly as exciting as your first crossover. Archaeology is really just a lot of mostly fruitless, tedious work." She cocked her head slightly to one side as she sipped her tea, holding her cup in both hands. He swallowed a bit of scone. "The time I spent in the Mirror Universe a few years back was short in duration and not very pleasant. But I found myself fascinated with the duplication of people and places....and the radical divergence of personalities, philosophies and politics. Since then, I've made it a bit of a hobby, reading up on whatever I could find. I even read your PhD. history thesis, ‘Macro Cross Comparative Quantum History Divergence and Re-convergence in Late 20th and early 21st Century Earths: the Historical Record.'. Quite fascinating. In particular I liked how you narrowed down the divergences in the two parallel histories to their essentials, then showed how the separate consequences of those same divergences actually wound up keeping the broad course of history of the two universes roughly parallel, even down to the micro level, with some of the same personalities playing the same key pivotal roles in both universes simultaneously, even while the two Earth's global politics and economics diverged radically." She smiled. "I'm flattered. But we didn't have much to go on at the time I wrote that. Over a century without contact, until you and Colonel Kira accidentally crossed over in the Bajoran wormhole. If it hadn't been for the conscientiousness of Lieutenant Uhura taking a few moments to download some 6000 years of Mirror universe history texts and images from the I.S.S. Enterprise computer during the first crossover, we would have had nothing to work with at all. Unfortunately, even that was splotchy. The ion storm that made Kirk's transporter interchange possible also scrambled large chunks of the data. So that's why we're here... partially." Julian thought of his conversation with Smiley earlier on the bridge. "Partially? What are we looking for? Beyond artifactual confirmation or dis-confirmation of existing historical thesis that is? Or is all this going to be in the briefing?" Cynthia put down her cup, folding her hands on the table. "It's the problem of that missing data from the first crossover a century ago. We're looking for... a book. One that was never written in our universe, although the author existed there as well. There are only scant references made to it in the first crossover data. But we believe it had a pivotal influence in shaping the whole political strategy of conquest of what eventually evolved into the Terran Empire." Julian felt a sudden sense of intrigue, not unlike the feelings he used to have in his conversations with Garak. "A book? What was the title? Who was the author? Why was it so influential?" Cynthia assumed a conspiratorial tone similar to a hero in one of those detective novels that Miles had got Odo hooked on. "The book was written in 1997 by someone who was a former National Security Chief in the old North American republic in both universes. We've only seen references to the title, date of publication and a few sparse quotations here and there." Bashir sipped on his Tarkalean tea, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "1997? That was the year after the end of the Eugenics Wars in our universe and the exile of Khan and the other super-Napoleons aboard the Botany Bay. 1997 of course witnessed the neo-Trotskyist led Russian revolution that reconstituted the old Soviet Union as a continental super-power, perhaps the key turning point of the post Eugenics War world. But you're implying that the most significant event in 1997 in the Mirror universe was the publication of .... this book? That certainly wasn't in your doctoral thesis. And you still haven't told me the title." "Sorry. The title is ‘The Grand Chessboard: American Primacy and Its Geostrategic Imperatives'. Judging from the few known historical references, the book was pivotal in its influence upon pre-Empire Commanders in Chiefs. The author was able to promulgate a new strategy of world conquest because he built upon already existing trends and tendencies in political-economy as well as military, foreign and domestic policy. These trends were present in our history as well but were thwarted by the Eurasian revolutions in 1996 that ended the Eugenics Wars." Bashir shook his head. "The Grand Chessboard. Sounds like some memoir my friend Garak would write." "The Cardassian spy?" Bashir put down his cup. "Well, not at the moment. He's gainfully employed elsewhere, helping to rebuild Cardassia from the ruins. Too bad he's not here. He'd probably give us all new insights into the history of the Mirror universe as well as humanity for that matter, just from intuitive inferences." Jordan looked somewhat skeptical. "Maybe we can bring him along on the next trip." At that moment the ward room doors whooshed open, the expedition team filing in for the briefing. Julian noted Smiley among them and nodded in his direction. The Terran rebel returned Bashir's recognition curtly, without smiling. As the team settled in, Cynthia rose to begin. "This is Starfleet's first Comparative Quantum History archaeological expedition to the Mirror universe Earth. We will be on the planet for three weeks investigating sites at major cities which hosted significant historical events in the planet's late 20th and early 21st century, events that were major quantum historical divergence points with our universe." Despite the caffeine stimulation provided by the tea, Julian found himself suppressing a yawn. Too many scones and not enough sleep. Jordan continued. "Environmental suits will be required since this Earth is no longer a class M planet capable of sustaining humanoid life. This is partly due to the environmental catastrophes that the imperial government was itself responsible for over a period of some 300 years, but mainly to the final assault on the planet by the Alliance forces nearly eighty years ago. The oceans are completely dead and the phytoplankton is extinct as are all fauna and vegetation. Needless to say, this means that oxygen production has ceased world wide. Most of the remaining oxygen has bonded with carbon and various toxic elements in the atmosphere." Julian's eyelids drooped. "This presents a special hazard for any artifacts we uncover, particularly any paper based documents. Exposure to the atmosphere could be catastrophic. This means anything you find must be immediately sealed, placed in a stasis field and relocated to the shuttle. We will be minimizing transporter usage to the Defiant so as to avoid possible detection by any Alliance ships that may be nearby. "Captain Miles O'Brien of the Terran Resistance Forces has informed us that the Alliance patrols routinely visit Earth every three weeks. We precisely timed the expedition for this three week window of opportunity. Of course that doesn't preclude any unscheduled visitations, so the Defiant will be keeping careful watch on all Alliance ships that come within 5 light years. In the event one is sighted on course for Earth, the expedition will be immediately aborted. Any questions?" Alvarez, the Defiant's Chief Engineer and one of the shuttle pilots for the expedition, raised his hand. "Just how many cities will we be visiting and which ones?" Julian's head tilted forward onto his chest. He began a low snore. Cynthia glanced in his direction, choosing to ignore it. "We will be visiting all of the major cities and sites involved in the quantum history differentiation of the 1990's; New York, Washington D.C., Kabul, London, Baghdad, Berlin, Islamabad, New Dehli, Moscow, Peking, Paris..." Fast asleep, Julian heard the word ‘Paris'. Paris was lovely in the spring. A tour of Earth beginning in the City of Light was just the romantic vacation he and Ezri needed: coffee and croissants at a little sidewalk bistro and an elegant hotel room overlooking the Arc de Triomphe. Perfect. In his dream, he and Ezri were holding hands strolling down the Champs de Elysees, the street glistening from a recent spring shower, a smell of flowers and ozone in the air. Somewhere behind him he heard pursuing footsteps and someone yelling "You owe us!" He turned. It was Smiley. And following Smiley was a black-greenish cloud that devoured the Parisian landscape and sky. "Come on!" Julian urged Ezri as they began running. But as fast as they ran, Smiley and the cloud of death kept gaining on them. There was no escape. "You owe us!" END Part 2 -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to:http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to the Yahoo! Terms of Service. From ???@??? Sun Feb 01 01:08:12 2004 Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n29.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.85]) by condor (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1aNaKg1m43NZFjK0 for ; Sat, 31 Jan 2004 22:06:12 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1977044-13098-1075615566-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.