o.com Received: from [66.218.66.96] by n15.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 08 Apr 2004 10:34:18 -0000 X-Sender: stephen@trekiverse.org X-Apparently-To: ascl@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 87348 invoked from network); 8 Apr 2004 03:14:44 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.218) by m13.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 8 Apr 2004 03:14:44 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO turkey.mail.pas.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.126) by mta3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 8 Apr 2004 03:14:44 -0000 Received: from sdn-ap-022dcwashp0481.dialsprint.net ([63.191.161.227]) by turkey.mail.pas.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #1) id 1BBQ01-0000Hr-00 for ascl@yahoogroups.com; Wed, 07 Apr 2004 20:14:42 -0700 To: ascl@yahoogroups.com Organization: Alt.StarTrek.Creative Virtual Staff Office Message-ID: X-Mailer: Forte Agent 1.92/32.572 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 207.217.120.126 X-eGroups-From: Stephen From: Stephen X-Yahoo-Profile: oldmanasc MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCL@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCL-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCL@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Wed, 07 Apr 2004 23:14:05 -0400 Subject: [ASC] NEW The Entreaty, TOS-ADU, PG13, 1/1 (Ambassador Spock) Reply-To: ASCL-owner@yahoogroups.com Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 02 Apr 2004 04:05:20 GMT In: alt.startrek.creative From: gojirob@aol.comendspam (Rob Morris) Title : The Entreaty Author : Rob Morris Contact : gojirob@aol.comendspam Archive : www.southroad.com/brightfame Series : The TOS-based AU, The Ancient Destroyer Cycle Type : A tale of Ambassador Spock Characters : Spock, Klingon officials Part : 1/1 Rating : PG13 Summary : Is the mission of newly-appointed Federation Ambassador Spock over The Entreaty by Rob Morris Q'ONOS, 2282 The blindfolded Ambassador Spock was led roughly along tight, seemingly airless corridors, his nose assaulted by the stench of what had to be a prison, his ears stung by the cries of prisoners he knew to be Klingon Chancellor Gorkon's closest aides. "I am an official of the United Federation Of Planets. I am a sovereign power within the confines of the embassy you invaded. I must insist on being treated as such." He was shoved forward, but not struck. The filtered voices made it clear that his position was their strength, not his. "The only choice to be made about your life, Vulcan, is whether it will be spent for the propaganda of a public execution or for use as bait with which to lure the one true enemy of all Klingons." Of course they wanted Jim. The small by Q'onos standards human had regularly done the unforgivable and turned the warmongers back. Of course it had also been Jim who foretold that the good intentions of some few Klingons could not possibly trump the grimmer intentions of those who laughed while killing the children of many worlds. "Where is the Chancellor?" The filters could barely hide the near cackling of the voices behind them. "Gorkon, his p'tagh family, and all his belly-crawling allies have been ground for targ meal. Thank your god Surak they do not like the taste of copper." Contemptible ignorance, even to calling Surak his ‘god'. These were the ones Sarek had warned of, when expressing his doubts about the present-day feasibility of a true, lasting and comprehensive peace between the two great powers. Sarek had also indicated that such a peace was moot, oweing to an upcoming event he would not speak upon any further. These were the legendary ‘they' in ‘that's what they say', those barely-simmering defenders of reactionism and simple tyranny that those in power were always warned against angering by breathing in the fresh air of progress. "Know, Vulcan, that we strike now at all your vulnerabilities. The two mewling children your father sponsored to your Starfleet Academy are as we speak targeted for death by ten of our best assassins." Spock's own well-hidden mental illness may have kept him from having the best of relationships with Saavik or her thy'la, Jim's nephew and heir Peter. But his basic logic remained, and he knew well what those two were capable of. "I will, then, mourn for your ten assassins, as I would mourn for your thousand, should you send them out. Those two children mewl as no others." He was forcefully shoved down, and his blindfold removed. He faced the masked, voice-filtered leader of these ruffians. The chief thug pointed at him. Spock barely kept back a gasp, even with all his control. They were in the late Chancellor's office. The hope, opened by the arrogance and conspiracy of the Klingons' former Romulan allies, now seemed dashed entirely as the scope of the coup became clear. "I suppose, Spock Of Vulcan, that you wish that this day would have never come to pass." Spock looked up and around. He was too well guarded for escape or striking out at his enemies. "I find your supposition to be most logical." The leader removed his helmet to reveal the face of the very much alive Chancellor Gorkon. "Then we must act swiftly, my friend. For the forces that we have shown you on the stage of my loathsome but quite necessary deception are quite real. Even the sting of the Romulan betrayal gives me only the barest of windows to reach out as I have done. Will you forgive what must seem a schoolboy's prank and begin to show the doubters on all sides that they were wrong?" Spock pulled himself up. While his method was sorely in question, Gorkon had in fact demonstrated in the strongest possible terms both his sincerity and his sense of urgency. He sat down across from the great leader and started a grand process of hope that would sadly be dashed by the subject Spock's father would not speak of. "I will move, Mister Chancellor, to release all water purification technology in the Federation for immediate sale to Q'onos. I will also ask you of your knowledge of Terran ritual." "Terran ritual? Mister Ambassador, I will confess to complete ignorance on the subject." Spock nodded. "Then let me proceed to give you a brief primer on that selfsame subject, and exactly why we must wait to report the release of the purifier technology until tomorrow–which is counted on most Terran calendars as April The Second." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- "Destiny is no guarantee of survival" - Aaron Sisko, facing the battle of Wolf 359 against King Ghidorah, Ancient Destroyer -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Awards Tech Support http://www.trekiverse.us/ASCAwards/commenting/ No Tribbles were harmed in the running of these Awards ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! 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