o.com Received: from [66.218.67.201] by n18.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 01 Apr 2004 05:06:32 -0000 X-Sender: stephen@trekiverse.org X-Apparently-To: ascl@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 85719 invoked from network); 1 Apr 2004 05:06:28 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.167) by m9.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 Apr 2004 05:06:28 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO avocet.mail.pas.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.50) by mta6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 Apr 2004 05:06:31 -0000 Received: from sdn-ap-022dcwashp0060.dialsprint.net ([63.191.160.60]) by avocet.mail.pas.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #1) id 1B8uP0-00040i-00 for ascl@yahoogroups.com; Wed, 31 Mar 2004 21:06:07 -0800 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: 207.217.120.50 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: Thu, 01 Apr 2004 00:05:42 -0500 Subject: [ASC] Story: The Naiberaite Alliance [Worf] Reply-To: ASCL-owner@yahoogroups.com Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Wed, 31 Mar 2004 06:10:54 GMT In: alt.startrek.creative From: "Jasjit Singh" Hi all, I wrote the following story back in August 1999, with an idea that I might some day turn it into a series. At this time, I am considering doing just that. However, I would like to first see if there would be any interest in a series featuring Worf's adventures with the Naiberaite Alliance. This story assumes that Worf resigns his commission at DS9 and travels to a distant sector (where there is no Federation presence) to join the Naiberaite Alliance. Thanks -- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: "Star Trek" is copyrighted by Paramount, and Paramount owns Star Trek and the Star Trek Universe. The following story is not-for-profit. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The Naiberaite Alliance: A Long Way From Home --------------------------------------------- Shestan sat at a dimly lit corner table in the smoke-filled bar. Opposite him sat his best friend, Golak. The two men spoke quietly while the rest of the occupants of the crowded bar milled around and talked in drunken voices. Shestan glanced around to make sure that the two friends were not noticed. "How is the war?" he asked Golak. The burly man seated opposite him gave a light shrug of his shoulders. "It goes," he said wearily. Shestan nodded and returned to nursing his drink. A few moments of silence. And then he smiled. "It's good to see you again, old friend," he said, a familiar sparkle coming into his eyes. Golak laughed and slapped Shestan on the shoulder. "It's good to be back, Shestan," he replied. "And not at a better time, I see. You are going out on another trading run, and soon, no?" "Yes, I almost have a complete crew again." "Did you have much trouble?" "Only in finding skilled fighters. There is this one" -- Shestan produced a backlit information pad from his belt and set it on the table -- "he will be in charge of security. He has good credentials. I say middle wages until I have proof of his abilities." "Good assessment. Will you put him against the tar pits?" "No, there is not enough time. He will duel Dakai." Golak laughed again. "Dakai? That hulking monster? Your candidate might as well pack up and head home." Shestan grinned. "Dakai may be strong, but he knows how to test a fighter. To determine his limits." "How much of your old crew is going with you this time?" "There is Dakai, Seela, Rafi, and of course, you, if you will choose to accompany an old friend once again." Golak smiled showing white teeth. "I will go with you to the ends of the Universe, my friend." Shestan smiled warmly and clasped his old friends hand in thanks. * * * The candidate was a tall man with knotted muscles, and a weathered face. He looked the sailer in every sense of the word. His light blue skin gave away his origins of the lower equatorial regions of the planet. Althought there were not many of his type of people here, he did not seem to mind the stares of the locals. He merely shrugged and walked on. Shestan and Golak sat on the launch pad of the space shuttle, and watched as the tall blue man performed his stretching exercises a few feet away from them. "Do you really think he will be able to withstand Dakai?" asked Golak, eyeing the applicant doubtfully. Shestan said nothing, but stroked his beard thoughtfully. Eventually Dakai appeared. He appeared short and squat, but on closer inspection one noticed that Dakai walked almost doubled over, so that if he stretched himself to his full height he was well over ten feet tall. His bloodshot eyes danced upon the two men, and then a toothy grin broke over his face, exposing one long sharp fang. He recognized Golak. With a whoop and a shriek he lunged forth at the surprised Golak. Golak was unsure whether this was an attack or a welcome. Still, he held his ground. When the screeching torrent reached him, he was crushed in powerful arms the size of tree trunks, in an embrace. "Ok, ok" he said, pulling himself away from the giant, "I am glad to see you too, Dakai." "You are coming with us, on this journey?" queried Dakai. "Yes, I am" Golak nodded. Dakai's red eyes danced. "Wooooo! wooooo! yes yes yes!" The blue-skinned man had walked up to them. He stood silently behind Dakai. After Dakai had finished his dance of joy, the man addressed him. "I am Sheraia," he declared. "You are Dakai." Dakai nodded and grunted. He sniffed the air, and then he circled Sheraia slowly, looking at him from head to toe. Finally he reached his original position, and stood with arms folded and his back to Sherai. Facing Shestan, Dakai shook his head. "No good!" he grunted. "He is useless!" Dakai did not see the blue skinned man behind him clasp his hands into a fist. Only when it was too late did Dakai realize, but by then the fist was landing on top of his thick-skulled head. With a loud rap Sheraia's hands smashed down onto Dakai, who howled more out of rage than pain. Dakai twisted an arm backwards, and grabbed Sheraia's wrists. He yanked Sheraia's arms forward and pulled his entire body down in one jerk. Before he knew what had happened Sheraia was lying on the ground before Dakai. But Sheraia was not one to give up so easily. Just as quickly as he had fallen, he was on his feet, circling Dakai, getting ready for the kill. In an ever widening circle the two men walked, until Sheraia made the first move. But it was not fast enough. He lurched out with one arm. Dakai caught it, and in the middle of both of their lurches, the sharp crack of breaking bone penetrated the quiet air. Sheraia landed on the ground clutching his right arm, white bone protruding from ruptured flesh, red blood splattering the ground. A short distance away, Dakai landed on his feet, and looked over his shoulder at the prostrate Sheraia. "Get a medic out here for him," growled Shestan. While Golak called for a medic, Shestan paced the floor impatiently. If Sheraia could not even match Dakai, he would not be a good choice for security officer. In their trading runs they often encountered species more vicious even than Dakai. They needed someone who could handle the brutal blows, and be resourceful enough to lead them out of dangerous situations unscathed. Dakai was not a good choice for tactical/strategic security. He was too blunt, too straightforward. He had only method: attack. If Shestan had put Dakai in charge of tactical and stragetics, they would not all be standing there now. No, Dakai had another role. He was translator. Strange as it may seem to have someone so attuned to fighting, Dakai actually knew all sixty four hundred languaes of the region and their various dialects by heart. Shestan found this invaluable when it came to making their trading runs. While the medic attended to a shocked and shaken Sheraia, Shestan groaned. "If we don't get a security officer, we cannot leave on schedule," he said to Golak. "Other positions I can fill later, but security is essential in this sector." "Then I wish to apply." Shestan swung around to face the owner of the voice. He stood at the doorway, with a bag in hand. He was an alien they had not seen before. High, ridged forehead and nose. Long, waving hair. And a flowing beard. Shestan took in the man's size and features instantly. He would pose a formidable challenge, even to Dakai, if he knew how to fight. "Can you fight?" asked Shestan. "I can," came the reply. "Will you prove it?" "Any day." "This is Dakai," said Shestan, waving to Dakai who still hovered nearby, "he will duel with you." The man dropped his bag and stepped forward. Instantly he took on a pose that was foriegn to Shestan. His arms and legs moved in concert as he approached Dakai. Dakai struck out to grab for a leg but caught only air. An instant later, the strangers foot struck Dakai's face forcefully. Dakai howled at the humiliation. The stranger swung about and struck Dakai again. This time Dakai grabbed his hand, but instead of snapping it, he lost his grip, and stumbled forward. He had expected to put his weight on his man but again found only air. From behind him the stranger came at him, striking him with his hands. Dakai fell to the ground. Shestan and Golak stood transfixed. "I don't know about you," said Golak, "but I have never seen a man fell Dakai before." Shestan merely nodded. Dakai was on his feet in an instant. The two men faced each other. Dakai grinned baring a fang. The stranger grinned in an equally vicious manner, revealing his sharp canines. The two launched at each other at a blinding speed, and the result was a blur for the spectators. They heard growling and then a whine. When the dust cleared the stranger had Dakai pinned to the floor, and was holding his arm up with his foot on his shoulder joint. The position must have hurt Dakai considerably, for whenever the stranger applied force to the joint Dakai whined in pain. "Enough," said Shestan, waving one arm. "You have succeeded. The position of security officer aboard my ship is open to you, should you wish to accept." "I do," replied the stranger, letting go of Dakai, who stood up and massaged his sore arm, looking indignantly at the newcomer who had just bested him. "What is your name?" asked Shestan. The stranger stood up straight and replied: "I am Worf, son of Mogh." "Well met, Worf, son of Mogh, I am Shestan. This is Golak, my second. And Dakai, whom you have already met. Welcome to the Naiberaite Alliance." T h e E n d -- 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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