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Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. ADVERTISEMENT Click Here My Groups | ASCL Main Page Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Mon, 9 Feb 2004 17:02:45 -0500 (EST) In: alt.startrek.creative From: kdj2020@webtv.net (Kevin Johnston) Title: Worlds Move On Author: Kevin Johnston Series: Shadows And Suns, my own DS9 and TNG alternate universe that now also incorporates some elements of Rob Morris' "Ancient Destroyer" cycle and the original series. Rating: PG-13 Archive: yes for ASC Feedback: Wanted and welcomed, by post or by e-mail Once all were inside again, Kirk stood over the unconscious body of Kor. The former Military Governor of Organia lay on the floor, breathing peacefully. "Bones, can you bring him around?" Moving over, McCoy answered the question by pulling a hypospray out of his medkit. Checking the dosage, he bent over on one knee and injected the medicine into the Klingon's left arm. Within seconds, Peter Kirk, Ro Laren, Laven, Oranis, and S'araq all formed a circle around Kor. Phasers drawn, all stood ready to aid their captain. As Kor came to, McCoy stood up and stood back behind the others. Letting a low growl escape his lips, the Klingon reached out for Kirk's hand, gripped it as his once and again enemy helped him stand up. "Treachery follows you like the wind, Kirk." "Don't call the kettle black, Kor." Sizing each other up, the two faced off. "You have no business here, within the Empire." "Since when is this Klingon space?" "Since the government of this word petitioned for membership within the Empire." "Which government? First Minister Parias', or the one you helped put in place?" "An empty charge, human. Winn's government is legitimate, and all Bajor knows it." Having said that, Kor spat on the ground in front of Kirk's feet. Kirk, restraining his desire to slug Kor in the face, turned and pointed out the window. "I'd say that's a load of bull, given what happened to those people out there who fought for what they believed in." "Say what you will. Tell me, are you surprised to see me this healthy?" Turning back, Kirk responded. "Very. Nice trick with the viewscreen...what was I looking at, anyway? A hologram?" "A bit of trickery, courtesy of my Comm Officer. He combined my voice with enhanced footage of what I looked like a few months ago." Enough fencing, Kirk told himself, as the last word died out. "Get the hell off of this world, Kor." "How do you propose to make me? By force, with your ship outnumbered and outgunned? By trickery, with flowery words for those who would swallow them whole?" "Any way I can, up to and including a full Federation task force. I can have half a dozen starships here in less than two days. You've studied warfare's histories...think your fleet can run a naval blockade of this system?" "And I can have twenty cruisers here within the week. Do you want to start a war?" "Fine. I raise, you call. Toss in the Romulans on my side, and the show is over. Of course, both sides lose a lot of ships along the way, but we both know I have more to spare than you do." "But I have the final edge. My people are wanted here. Can you say the same of yours?" "After what you've done, who knows what garbage is running through these people's minds?" Kor turned to look at the asker of the question, smiled. "The good Doctor McCoy. It's a pity that the judge spared your pitiful existence after Gorkon's death." The surgeon's voice came back, calm, assured. "People like you remind me of a disease we used to have on Earth. Smallpox, it was called. Wiped out, totally, or so they thought, till new cases started springing up left and right. You're a disease, Kor, and we're the containment team." "Push me hard enough, human, and I'll reserve a special assignment for you in the Empire's worst prison. Rura Penthe will seem like a vacation compared to that place." Kirk knew when to step in, and this was the time. "You know and I know I can't just drag you back to the Enterprise's brig, and I can't just phaser you into the afterlife. You're here, and I have to deal with you. So, you can answer me now, or you can answer me later." "Ask me what you will." "One, when did you become involved here? Two, how the hell did you talk Martok into this?" "We answered Bajor's call for assistance, after Winn took power. You may speak to anyone you wish to, look at any records you want, and all will prove that we had no hand in the changes here. As for the Chancellor, he now realizes the value of extending the Empire's boundaries." "Get out of here." The assembled Security personnel broke formation, moving to let the Klingon pass. At his uncle's nod of the head, though, Peter Kirk stopped Kor with a hand placed on his chest. "Tell me, Kor...what's the last thing you remember before going through rejuvenation?" Kor gazed into the other's eyes. For a long time, this man had bedevilled the Empire, had moved in shadows. To see him in the grayish light, was to know the threat the man still posed to all Klingons. "I remember the hand of destiny gracing my shoulder, as I embarked on a new era of greatness for my people." Like a rifle shot, Peter grabbed Kor, throwing him like a rag doll, dropping him to the ground. Watching him get up, the younger man did his best to not smirk too broadly. "Now you have something else to remember. Dirt in your mouth. Taste it, Kor, and remember what it tastes like. Because by the time Enterprise leaves Bajor, your era of greatness is going to be over, and a lot of people are going to want to do a lot worse to you than I just did." -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ Yahoo! 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Rating: PG-13 Archive: yes for ASC Feedback: Wanted and welcomed, by post or by e-mail Letting silence fall over the away team, Jim moved towards the window, watching Kor disappear in transporter effect. The orange glow of the Klingon transporter beam cast a sickly light over the ground. Rain continued to fall, wind sweeping across the land. The air was damp, chilly. "So, now what?", asked Ro Laren. Turning to face her and the rest of his people, Kirk remained by the window, the clouds forming a backdrop against his figure. "We clean this mess up, fast. If Winn has time to consolidate her power, the show is most definitely over. As much as it pains me to admit it, neither I or Doctor McCoy are in the kind of shape the rest of you are. I'm putting Captain Ro in charge of the away team. How long to reach the nearest village, on foot?" "Three, maybe, four hours. Admiral, recommend that you follow our progress from orbit." Jim Kirk knew a suggestion when he heard one, and this particular one, though strong, was meant in no way to hurt his feelings. The more he saw of her, the more he could see why Picard trusted Ro as he did. "Agreed, Captain. The doctor and I will beam up. Once you've reached the village, get the lay of the land, carefully. Make sure people know you're there to talk to them and nothing more." "Yes, sir. Will we be staying overnight?" "Your call, Captain. If you find out what you need to, or feel that you're in excessive danger, get yourselves back to the ship. Otherwise, secure a place for the night and check in with Enterprise in the morning." "Yes, sir. Will you be returning to the ship right away?" "Jim....", McCoy interrupted. "We're staying here a bit longer." "In that case, recommend someone stay with you." In that instant, Kirk smiled, thinking to himself, suggestion number two...I gave in once, but not this time, Captain. "Might I remind you that the good doctor and I were handling situations like this one before your grandmother was born?" "Point taken, sir. At the least, perhaps Doctor McCoy should be armed with a spare phaser?" "Perish the thought, young lady. Phasers and I have a love-hate relationship. I hate them and people love me for it." 'If it'll make you happier, we'll stay in contact with the ship." The expression on the Bajoran's face, one of relief more than joy. "I'd be grateful, sir." With that, Kirk pulled his communicator out, spoke into it. "Kirk to Enterprise." "Enterprise, Spock here. Are you all right, Admiral?" "We're fine. Captain Ro and the other security personnel are going to move out towards the village. Doctor McCoy and I are staying here a few minutes more, but we'll keep an open line." "Acknowledged." As the others filed out, Peter stopped to rest a hand on his uncle's shoulder. "Be careful, sir.", he intoned, softly, before moving on. When the two older officers were finally alone, both dropped to the ground, crouching at the knees. Facing each other, they thought about a great many things. before one broke the silence. They talked in low tones, low enough to not be picked up by the communicator. "We can't let it happen, Jim." "I know...believe me, I know. But we've got to be careful. The most we can do is work around the edges. Let people know that the Federation won't abandon them, even if Bajor abandons the Federation." A concerned look crept across the physicians' face. "Don't tell me you're invoking the Prime Directive." "What if I am? It's...." "What?" A sigh, deep and dark. "I'm not sure we should stop it." "Please tell me that's a bad attempt at humor." "Hear me out. Maybe what you said isn't so far off. If it's a disease, maybe it's better to let it run its course, then come back afterwards, and help the survivors." "Hell of a risk to run. What if it doesn't die out? Sweeps across the system...hell, the quadrant for that matter? Does Winn seem like someone who'll be content ruling just one world?" Kirk shook his head firmly, as if banishing bad thoughts from his mind. "No. You were right, from the start. It has to be contained." McCoy reached out, gripped his friend's hand. Released it, slowly. "I know this eats you up, inside. Every time we have to make a tough choice, you get this way." "I killed an entire race. I committed genocide." "Jim, that was over seven years ago. And it wasn't genocide. It was the same thing this is. A disease. The Founders were never, ever, going to let up. Us or them. You chose us." "You think I'm bad, now? You should have seen me when I first got to Vulcan. I came this close to slugging T'pring in the mouth." "I know it was hard for you. I made a lot of excuses for you those six weeks you were gone." "At least the ship was in dry dock while I was gone....leaving her in anyone else's hands, while we were on active duty... even Spock's hands, would have been impossible for me." "I know. But you made it through, to the other side, with her help. T'pring told me you showed more determination to get well than any other patient she'd ever treated. Damned peculiar, isn't it?" "What? That someone who almost cost me my life, saved it, over a century later?" "Yes, that. I've known, by the way, all along, that you almost hit her. She told me that if you had, she would have kicked you out of treatment then and there. You showed restraint when she needed you to, the most. But restraint, now, is not what anyone needs from you." McCoy paused, not sure if he dared actually say what he wanted to. "Go on." "You've held back, the tiniest bit, ever since, and thank God we've never needed you to go full-tilt. But we do, now. Jim, I'm your doctor. I know what's inside your head almost as well as you do. Trust me when I say that you don't need to worry about going over the edge. And if you can't trust me as your doctor, trust me as your friend." Kirk's reply, a hand given back, pulling both men to their feet. "I trust you, and I trust myself." Smiling at his oldest friend, Kirk then called out. "Enterprise, two to beam up." "Spock here. Acknowledged." The beams took them. -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. 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: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US da. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 02:57:13 -0400 In: alt.startrek.creative From: kdj2020@webtv.net (Kevin Johnston) Title: Worlds Move On Author: Kevin Johnston Series: Shadows And Suns, my own DS9 and TNG alternate universe that now also incorporates some elements of Rob Morris' "Ancient Destroyer" cycle and the original series. Rating: PG-13 Archive: yes for ASC Feedback: Wanted and welcomed, by post or by e-mail As the port side turbolift doors slid open, Kirk stepped out onto the Bridge, all business. "Spock?", he inquired of the Vulcan, who slid out of the command seat, moving to his station, as Kirk took the seat. "Commander Uhura has completed her work on the Klingon's message.", Spock replied. Looking at her for confirmation, Kirk took note of the look in her eyes. It was one of hope mixed with worry. "You've listened to it?", he asked. "No, sir. Your orders were to let you be the first." Nodding at that, he stepped out of his chair and made his way to her station. Taking the earpiece she handed him, he wedged it into his right ear, waited for whatever it was that the Klingons wanted to let him know. Nodding at her again, he listened as she began playing back the audio. In Kirk's ear, the voice of Chancellor Martok rang out, composed, but just barely. "This is Martok, ruler of the Klingon Empire. Kirk, devil though you may be, I trust you to act upon my next words as you best see fit. Know this: The usurper Kor has no standing within the Empire. He and his captains have shown their true nature, as Disciples Of Kahless. Their actions have no approval of the Council, and any treaties entered into with them are meaningless. If she who rules Bajor has allied herself with them, then she must be punished, as well. This message is the only one we are able to send. Copy it and send at once to Commander, Starfleet as well as the Federation Council. I do, as ruler of the Empire, authorize you to act in the Empire's interests. Do with the criminal Kor as you will. And may the warriors in Stovokor guide you with all their wisdom." As the last words died out, Kirk slowly, carefully, handed the earpiece back to his Communications Chief-slash-Second Officer. Returning to his seat, he eased into it, spoke. "Uhura, hail the away team and have them beamed back aboard, now, then get that message off to Starfleet Command. Mister Spock, wake all shifts of Security personnel and have them report to the hangar deck, and stand by to erect a level-four force field, between our people and the hangar doors." "Aye, sir.", both responded. Letting that all sink in, Kirk then thumbed his own intercom. "All hands, this is the captain speaking. Yellow Alert, repeat, Yellow Alert." The lights dimmed, then, on the Bridge, replaced by the yellowish glow of the alert status indicator, and the light from the bridge consoles. "McCoy here, on my way to Sickbay." "Acknowledged. No promises, Bones, but I'll do my best to keep casualties low." "That's all I ever ask for....we going to Red Alert?" "Any minute now." "Got it. McCoy, out." "Bridge, out." "Commander Kirk to Bridge." "Go ahead, Peter." "We're headed for battle, sir?" "We are, indeed, and I need you on the Bridge. Captain Ro?" "Yes, sir?" "Report to the hangar deck, and take charge of Commander Kirk's people. Arm everyone with Type-Two EM-Pulse phasers." "Yes, sir." Uhura, nudging her way into his range of attention, carefully, waiting until he was done doing whatever he was up to, done sending his instructions to whomever needed them. "Sir, all decks are at Yellow Alert." "Good. Give them two more minutes to get ready, then signal Red Alert. Helm, position of the Praxis?" Standing ready, Saavik Kirk had the answer waiting for her captain. "Relative to Enterprise, z-minus fifty degrees, five kilometers to starboard and fifteen ahead." "Drop us down, now, thrusters only. Put us in weapons range in three minutes." "Aye, sir. Three minutes.", answered Saavik, once more an officer. Peter raced onto the Bridge, ran for his station at the Weapons console. "Nice of you to join us, Commander." "Thank you, sir. Going hunting, are we?" "That we are. Remember Lexonis Delta?" Peter grinned a nasty smile. That had been one very rough battle, one that Enterprise had survived only due to the timely arrival of Captain Riker and the Excalibur. "Sir, that was a renegade Romulan. This is the personal fleet of the Klingon Chancellor." Jim smiled at that, a smile with nothing but grimness in it. "Not any more. That message? Martok, letting me know Kor's gone over to the Disciples." "Consider it done, sir." With those words, Peter began working, frantically. Time raced by, and he barely heard Uhura's voice calling out for Red Alert, barely noticed the lights go red. Only when weapons range was half a minute away, did he stop and look up at the screen at the front of the bridge. There, moving closer, was the weakest of the three. "Weapons range in thirty seconds.", came the the familar sound of his wife's voice. "Peter?" "Almost ready, sir. Sir, this won't work for long." "I know. Spock, stand by with that force field. Peter, when their shields go down, take out their warp nacelles, then wait for my next order." Peter nodded as Spock responded with, "Standing ready, sir." "Twenty seconds...Praxis is firing thrusters to move away." Kirk rose from his seat, moved to the helm, laid a hand on his nephew's wife's shoulder. "One-quarter impulse, stay with him." "Yes, sir." Kirk retook his seat as both ships moved, one chasing the other. Peter's voice. "In range....now." "Do it." "Aye....starting prefix code reset....twenty percent complete....fifty....eighty...we have prefix control of the Praxis. Dropping their shields now. Targeting warp nacelles, quantum torpedoes away." James T. Kirk gave his orders, screaming the first of them into his intercom. "Transporters, now! Spock, force field! Peter, ten seconds, then blow that ship from the stars." "Yes, sir." Transporter effect echoed throughout the ship, so loud it could be heard on the Bridge. Peter watched his time display, unloaded half a dozen photon torpedoes into the hull of the Praxis. The cruiser exploded, and then there was only debris where a warship had been. Kirk rose from his seat again, moved to Uhura's side, nodded as an answer to her question. She ran the control sequence, nodded at him that all was ready. "Kor, this is Kirk. Stand down your remaining ships, or I'll do the same two more times. Your warriors are on my hangar deck, unharmed. I'm ordering them to be treated as prisoners of war. Stand down, and I'll release them." Five seconds, then ten. "Come on, Kor....I know you know I'm serious." Fifteen, and then- "Reply, sir. Audio only." "Kirk, this is Kor. It is you who has begun this war, and I who shall end it." "Try again, old friend. Think you can block our systems from doing that again?" "I have no need. Behold." Five more, and ten, again, as Kirk headed to his chair once more. "Admiral, here, please, now." "Spock?", asked as he approached his friend. "Here, and here.", that friend pointed. "I see it....but ....damn." "Indeed." "Uhura, give me allcall, routed to Science One." "Aye, sir." Straightening his uniform top, Kirk spoke. "All hands, this is the captain. Stand down from Red Alert, repeat, stand down. 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Yahoo! Companion Toolbar. Now with Pop-Up Blocker. Get it for free! http://us.click.yahoo.com/L5YrjA/eSIIAA/yQLSAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Wed, 12 May 2004 17:10:38 -0400 In: alt.startrek.creative From: kdj2020@webtv.net (Kevin Johnston) Title: Worlds Move On Author: Kevin Johnston Series: Shadows And Suns, my own DS9 and TNG alternate universe that now also incorporates some elements of Rob Morris' "Ancient Destroyer" cycle and the original series. Rating: PG-13 Archive: yes for ASC Feedback: Wanted and welcomed, by post or by e-mail AUTHOR'S NOTE: Though I never share personal information within the group, I am making an exception, just this once. My recent inactivity here on ASC is due to two reasons. One, I am dealing with the emotions of admitting to myself that I am not, sadly, quite right from a mental standpoint. I have been diagnosed, as of four months ago, as having a schizotypal disorder. Medication, Thank God, is a tremendous help, as is the love and support of my wife, family, and friends. Two, is the fact that 28 days ago, my wife nearly passed away. She is, again, Thank God, recovering nicely. We have, these past 4 weeks, been holding onto each other for comfort and support. And we have begun, as worlds do, to move on... Kevin Johnston Chapter 11 OFFICE OF THE FIRST MINISTER, BAJORAN GOVERNMENTAL COMPLEX---- Earth Date: December 25, 2383 A neat and well-organized office was the hallmark of an efficient leader, she believed, and so, kept her work area free of clutter, free of confusion. Finishing the last paragraph of the speech she was due to give later in the day, she buzzed her aide for his attention. "Yes, First Minister?", his voice rang out. "Send her in." "Yes, First Minister." Tapping her screen off, Winn watched as Kira Nerys strolled into the room, all business. "What the hell is this supposed to mean?", Kira demanded, as she pointed to the PADD she carried in one hand. Placing herself in front of Winn's desk, she thrust the PADD onto the desk. "It's my latest directive, child. Does it disturb you?" The younger woman shook her head, in disbelief. "Disturb me? It more than disturbs me. It sickens me, and if you don't revoke it, you can have my resignation." "It serves the greater good, and it stands. But, please, child, consider your actions with care. On this founding day of the Human religion, consider the need to preserve the purity of our own faith." That argument, Kira would have none of. "And since when is our faith impure?" Winn stood, and the resemblance between herself, and her counterpart's descendant with the same name, hit Nerys hard. "There are those who doubt the return of the Prophets. Such ones must leave this world, to return never more." "And whose fault is that? Who refuses to allow any ships into the wormhole to run sensor scans? You, First Minister." "The Celestial Temple must remain sacred and untouched. The Prophets decree so." "And what do the Prophets say about the Klingons?" Sitting back down, Winn remained calm, composed. "All is fulfillment of prophecy." "You know, I'm getting tired of hearing that. You managed, somehow, to rise from being a nobody in a backwater province, to become Kai, and then, to become First Minister. I won't pretend for one second to understand how you pulled it off. But you're here, and you're in charge. That, I understand. I know that you're trying to unify all of Bajor, which is a worthwhile goal. A goal I've helped you work towards, helped you come close to achieving." "At last, something we can agree on." "But the way you're doing it, the way it's changed...forcing those who disagree with you into detention camps-" Winn interrupted, with that firmness of voice that Kira knew all too well, as she spoke. "Only a few have been detained, and they will be set free to leave with the others." "But, this isn't how it started out. You told me that there would be room for those who chose to dissent. You told me no one would be hurt. Since then, how many people have just dropped out of sight?" "That, my child, is not my doing." Raising her voice, Kira pressed on. "That's exactly my point! You've whipped up such a frenzy that people feel justified in taking things into their own hands!" "Restrain yourself, child. The wisdom of the Prophets is mine, and you can not begin to comprehend its mysteries." "And that's another thing. Don't call me "child". "If such offends you, I shall offend no more. But, I must ask of you...do you deny the nearing attainment of unity? Do you deny the cleansing of our collective souls?" "You've come close to unity. I can't deny that. But, anything that forces Bajorans away from this world, or drives brother to kill brother, can only stain our souls, not cleanse them." "Then you seek to oppose me?" "I do. I quit, First Minister. Find someone else to do your dirty work." "Guards!", Winn called out. They answered the call, swiftly, taking Kira into custody before she could draw a breath. As they began to drag her away, she began talking again. "Winn, you can't make me just go away. I won't be "disappeared"!" Winn flashed the guards a signal, and they turned Kira to face their ruler. "I have no blood on my hands, and intend for that to remain so. Your experience will be put to use...as captain of the relocation fleet." -- 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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Yahoo! Companion Toolbar. Now with Pop-Up Blocker. Get it for free! http://us.click.yahoo.com/L5YrjA/eSIIAA/yQLSAA/5x3olB/TM --------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Wed, 26 May 2004 22:24:42 -0400 In: alt.startrek.creative From: kdj2020@webtv.net (Kevin Johnston) Title: Worlds Move On Author: Kevin Johnston Series: Shadows And Suns, my own DS9 and TNG alternate universe that now also incorporates some elements of Rob Morris' "Ancient Destroyer" cycle and the original series. Rating: PG-13 Archive: yes for ASC Feedback: Wanted and welcomed, by post or by e-mail Setting aside that bit of mild unpleasantness, Winn turned her mind to other, more pressing matters. The Starship Enterprise was still orbiting Bajor, with her captain still holding seventy-two Klingon warriors in custody. And, of course, the Emissary was dying. That was one of the few regrets she felt, that her actions had, however indirectly, led to such suffering for the chosen one. She prayed every hour, on the hour, for his suffering to cease, either through recovery or death. Tapping her comm console, she signalled Kor. Only a few seconds later, his face appeared on her screen. "First Minister, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Kor, Winn knew, viewed her call as anything but a pleasure, and she was willing to bet that he knew she was far from fooled. However, the two of them did have an agreement, one that both sides were honoring, one that each side expected the other to continue to do so. Bajor would serve as administrative capital for the new empire being built by the Disciples Of Kahless, would offer its clerical expertise. In turn, that new empire would offer Bajor full protection from all threats. Bajor was also guaranteed its continued independence. Winn knew that her people would, within the space of a decade's time, be indispensable to the daily bureaucratic affairs of the empire, thus guaranteeing their safety. Kor knew that these Bajorans would serve his empire well, and that the short-term gains to be had in conquering them did not begin to match what they could offer his people in the long run. As they stared at each other for a long moment, all this ran through their minds, until one broke the silence. "I wish to discuss the final disposition of the Starship Enterprise." That got Kor's attention, and kept it. "Speak." "Kirk poses the greatest threat our infant alliance will ever know. He holds your warriors in captivity, and offers no terms for their release." "As of yet." "As of yet,", she agreed, then continuing, "so let we of Bajor broker their release." "How so?" "I will make Kirk an offer. In return for the release of your warriors, I will allow his ship to enter what he calls the "wormhole" and examine its authenticity. He will, of course, find that it is the genuine article, and in the finding, eliminate any remaining dissent amongst my people." Kor liked that idea, but had doubts. "And this eliminates Kirk, how?" Winn smiled. "Within the Celestial Temple, the Prophets themselves will sow the seeds of his death. A disease will befall the crew of the Enterprise, one so seemingly insignificant as to escape notice, until after the point of no return. Within a week's time, over a third of her crew will be dead. Within a month, less than twenty will survive, and they will be forbidden to touch any world's soil, lest they spread the illness." "The Prophets will do this?" Seeing Kor's uncertainty, Winn gave him the final bit of her plan. "I have journeyed to a time when it is done." "You've been to the future?" "And seen it with my own eyes. I have spoken with the Prophets in that time, and heard their stories of how it comes to pass. The Prophets have spoken, and decreed the ending of the legend called Enterprise." Kor smiled back at Winn, nodded once with great satisfaction. "So be it. Until this evening, and your speech." "I will speak with you again, just before I address my world." The screen went dark. -- Forwarded to ASCL by: Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek.creative or directly to the author. 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: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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Domains - Claim yours for only $14.70 http://us.click.yahoo.com/Z1wmxD/DREIAA/yQLSAA/5x3olB/TM --------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Wed, 9 Jun 2004 01:53:46 -0400 In: alt.startrek.creative From: kdj2020@webtv.net (Kevin Johnston) Title: Worlds Move On Author: Kevin Johnston Series: Shadows And Suns, my own DS9 and TNG alternate universe that now also incorporates some elements of Rob Morris' "Ancient Destroyer" cycle and the original series. Rating: PG-13 Archive: yes for ASC Feedback: Wanted and welcomed, by post or by e-mail Turning her thoughts back to her speech, Winn let them wander, gazing out the window, where Bajor's sun shined in the sky, cleansing the air of impurities. She let herself think about the history of the Starships Enterprise, about events the NCC-1701 and the NCC-1701-A had been witness to, places their captains and crew had journeyed to. She reviewed in her mind, as well, the events that had brought her to this time and place. She took no pleasure from the thought of what must transpire, for this particular Winn Adami, unlike her other-dimensional counterpart's descendant, was by no means a fanatic, nor was she mad with power. This Winn Adami was simply someone who found herself, much to her own surprise, extremely capable at the art of leadership. She had found her world in need of such leadership, and offered it, and it had been accepted with thanks. No more were the cities over-crowded with the population of two worlds, no more were there food shortages, or shortages of medical supplies. Those who had wanted to stake claims on undeveloped land had been given title to those lands, and those who had come forward with solutions to various problems had received free hand in putting them into action. But still , for all that she had accomplished in things material, she had known, as leader of her world's secular and religious lives, that the people hungered for more than food, despaired for more than room to live. And so, she had found herself accepting Kor's offer of scientific research into the only true solution. Full restoration of the Celestial Temple, and regained communion with the Prophets Of Bajor. Three years, it took, with cloaked vessels flying under the Flag Of Kahless, running sensor sweeps and taking readings. Experiments in the lab yielded potential solution after potential solution, all proven useless in real life. Then, six months ago, word had come from the scientists. Success achieved, ready for real life implantation. Irony of ironies, the science was derived from the wonders of the Genesis technology, advanced far beyond what had been achieved before. Then, of course, a cover story was needed. A reason for Bajor to withdraw from all treaty obligations with the Federation and the Romulan Star Empire. The Marethans were deemed to be a suitable third party, and events began from that point. Use Marethans backed by Kor's ships to attack Earth, then abandon them. Make Starfleet see the Marethan Legion as the enemy. Bring the Federation's most legendary starship to Bajor and render her useless, to set an example for all to see. All in all, Winn told herself, quite simple. Thanking the Prophets once again, she then returned to the composing of her speech, only to be interrupted a few minutes later. It was Odo. "I'm sorry to bother you, First Minister.", he stated, hurriedly. "No bother, Odo. What is it?" Odo shifted in his seat, uncomfortable. "I've been informed, just now, of Nerys' having been arrested. Is that true?" Winn answered carefully. Odo's support and skills were vital to the smooth running of her government, to upset him was a truly bad idea. As she spoke, Winn asked herself if sending his life partner away for all eternity was really a viable option. "It is true, but, I must be honest with you, Odo. I may have acted in haste, and if so, must correct my mistake." "How so?", asked as the Changeling leaned forward, as if he could leap right through his viewscreen and into Winn's office. "I won't lie to you. Nerys has chosen to oppose my policies, and I must remove her from her position. However, having reflected upon her words, I am considering a compromise." "That being?", a question asked with tension in the asker's voice. "I may, and I stress the word, may, be persuaded into creating an autonomous region on Bajor, for those who disagree with my plan for our world." "Where? How?" "D'artak province...it is our world's last untapped resource." "It's barely habitable!" "Odo? Do you believe I would condemn a single child of Bajor to a slow death? They would be free to do as they see fit. Free to choose whatever government they want, free to ally with any power. Would they choose to refuse help? Would not their treasured Federation offer terraforming or life-support technology?" As she spoke, Winn's mind raced. Could she find a way to save all her people? Could she save her world without causing the deaths of almost three hundred innocents? And, should she find a way...would Kor let her actions go unchallenged? Or, had the future she been to unfold in a different fashion. but with the same results in the end? "Of course, they would accept help, and of course, the Federation would offer it." "Odo, my authority to you. Order Nerys released, at once. Inform all detainees that I am working towards their release, within the week. Perhaps the Terran tradition of beginning anew each year can serve us well." "Perhaps." "One more detail. Quietly, watch Kor's warriors, one and all. If possible, watch Kor himself. Should these Disciples Of Kahless disagree with my vision for our world, we may once again find ourselves fighting those who promised us friendship." "And you, First Minister?" "I....must hope that a man named James Tiberius Kirk is the man I believe him to be." "I speak from experience. Be honest with him, at all times, and he will be that man." "Then honest I must be. I will call you, shortly." Winn watched her screen return to the text of her speech. She deleted it and began to rewrite, frantically. -- Forwarded to ASCL by: Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek.creative or directly to the author. 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! 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Rating: PG-13 Feedback: Wanted, as always Archive; Yes for ASC Ten minutes later, she had a rough draft of the speech she would give in a few hours. Saving the file it was on, she composed herself before moving away from her desk, into the outer office. Her secretary began to rise from his seat, stopped as she motioned him to remain where he was. Looking him in the eye, she spoke. "I am on my way to a meeting. If I should to fail to return, or to contact you, within onehour,summon the Second Minister and have him access my most recent private files." "Yes, First Minister,", he replied, curious as to with whom she was going to meet. Wordlessly, she moved gracefully, clearing the doors as they slid open. Into the corridor of the main administrative building, where she turned left and began to stroll along hurriedly. After passing half a dozen doorways, she stopped and entered the last one at the end of the hallway. Here, where the Orbs were kept, would she find the truth. Sensor beams scanned her, recognized her, added this most recent visit to the security logs. Winn moved around the room in a clockwise direction, passing each of several orbs in turn. She stopped when she came to the Orb of Prophecy. Steeling herself, she lifted the cover of the container, with its ancient inscription, and light filled the room. Reaching out with steady hands, she gripped the Orb. Whereas most Orb experiences took the participants to representations of other places, Winn remained in the room she had entered minutes earlier, now imbued with a sense of otherness, of reality diffused. "Who summons us?", a voice demanded. Turning to face its owner, Winn found herself facing one of her gods, in the image of Kor. Dressed in the Imperial uniform of a century earlier, his physical form was from that time as well. More Terran-looking, with greenish skin and a noticeable lack of ridges on his forehead. "I summon you, in the name of the Children of Bajor." "You are their leader, and speak for them. You seek a path forbidden." Showing what she felt to be the right mixture of respect and honesty, Winn answered, "Why is the path of peace denied us?" "Kor" flashed a humorless grin at hearing that. "Peace is in the eye of the beholder. You asked us for one Bajor, unified, and we have given you that." Moving closer to him, Winn lowered the respect level just enough to convey her dissatisfaction with that answer. "Yet when I followed the path set for me, I found death for those who opposed me. Death that diminishes me." "The majority must continue, ignoring the cries of the others." Letting her frustration explode, Winn cried out, "There can be no peace when we abandon our own brothers and sisters!" "Defiance is punished." Without further warning, pain filled Winn's body, invaded her soul. Dropping to the floor, she moaned in agony. Yet, she managed to cry out a whispered question. "Who are you?" "We are those who watch over the Children of Bajor." The pain stopped, but Winn remained on the ground, only rising to one knee. "Have some of Bajor's children committed sins that must be punished?" A second voice answered her. "There are those who must be removed from the whole. Some whose souls are destined to follow other paths." Turning around to face the newcomer, Winn beheld herself. "It is I. The Winn Adami who once led the Bajor born to this universe." "You have returned, how?" Showing no respect for, nor fear of, her counterpart, the eternal schemer answered. "I have come home by means of the funnel." "Kor" nodded as he spoke. "We exist in all realms, guiding all planets named Bajor. For each world, we provide a different path to be followed, to each Emissary, we deliver a different message. But we are one set of beings, existing in all. For this Bajor, we have chosen a new path, one shown to us by the new Emissary." "And I, as that Emissary, decree that Bajor shall lead a galaxy into hatred, into darkness, as glorious as the night this Bajor escaped. I also decree that you, who has usurped my place, shall do so no more." Defiant of her other self, the Winn who had helped two sets of Bajorans become one, rose to her feet. "I have earned my place. You never truly earned yours, yet you dare condemn my world to a destiny as bringers of suffering!" "Ihave seen emptiness and sorrow, and it fills my soul with joy. Many gods can create life, or sheperd life, but how many gods dare to destroy life?" "You sicken me with such words. Life is to be treasured." "Kor", again. "Of all the Bajors we have been keeping watch over, most have added goodness to the universes they call home, while others have subtracted from it, but none has ever dared destroy it. Is there not value in learning what can come from a new kind of experiment?" "Yield to us, and end your life. I promise you peace in the afterlife." Winn spat on her counterpart, her action louder than any words could hope to be, then spoke to "Kor". "And you, Prophets of Bajor...my whole life have I served you, and worshipped you. You deserve neither service nor worship." With that, she moved to the container and began to lower its cover. "You dare to defy us!", "Kor" thundered. Silence was the only reply. "The people will never believe you!", her counterpart added. "They will see only what they wish to see, that their gods have returned.", from "Kor". Winn lowered the cover, and the room was itself again. NewMessage: Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-nf2-pas!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newshub.sdsu.edu!postnews1.google.com!not-for-mail From: kdj2020@msn.com (Kevin Johnston) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: NEW TNG/DS9 AU "Worlds Move On" 35/35 Date: 28 Sep 2004 01:02:23 -0700 Organization: http://groups.google.com Lines: 450 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 24.24.92.225 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Trace: posting.google.com 1096358544 14277 127.0.0.1 (28 Sep 2004 08:02:24 GMT) X-Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 08:02:24 +0000 (UTC) Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative:160932 X-Received-Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 01:02:26 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Worlds Move On Author: Kevin Johnston Series: "Shadows And Suns", my own DS9/TNG crossover, which now also incorporates elements of both the original series, and Rob Morris' "Ancient Destroyer" cycle. Rating: PG-13 Feedback: Wanted, as always Archive; Yes for ASC Chapter 12 The sound of an antique alarm clock going off awoke Peter Kirk. Though the clock never worked right when the ship was in warp drive, Peter reset it each and every time Enterprise entered orbit of a planet, or docked at a starbase. He reached for Saavik, remembered that she had taken a double shift on the Bridge. Rising from bed, he moved into the bathroom area, stripped his nightclothes off, and stepped into the shower. Though many in Starfleet preferred the faster sonic shower, Peter always had enjoyed the luxury of standing beneath hot water. Today, though, he went with the sonics. Today was Christmas Day, and his little girl was, he was sure, already on her way from Uhura's quarters. Stepping back out, he put his uniform on quickly, made his way through the bedroom into the small living room. Making his way through the darkness, he plugged the lights on the tree in, took a moment to gaze into his reflection in a silvery ornament. Ever since this mission had begun, he had felt as though living in a wonderful dream, for his child, dead so many years, had been restored to life, and returned to her parents. Today was Christmas Day. He was just about to double-check the wrapping on one present, when the allcall sounded, his wife's voice sounding throughout the ship. "Captain Spock and Commander Kirk, please report to Main Briefing, at once." Moving to the intercom unit built into the coffee table, he answered the call. "Kirk,on my way." "Acknowledged. Peter,I have asked Commander Uhura to escort Amanda to our quarters and await my arrival." "Right. Kirk,out." "Bridge, out." Exiting their quarters, he made his way to the main briefing room, where Spock was approaching from the other direction. Returning the Vulan's nod of his head with one of his own, Peter let Spock lead the way in. As he headed for the replicator, he asked, "Can I get you anything, sir?" "Tea, Vulcan c'horis blend, thank you." "You're welcome." Pondering what he wanted for himself, he decided to start the day with something light. Addressing the replicator control system, he spoke. "Tea, Vulcan c'horis blend." The tea sprang into existence, and Peter handed it to Spock. "Muffin, blueberry, coffee, black, sugar." Grabbing his own food, Peter took his usual seat, began to eat the muffin. Swallowing the first bite, he sipped his coffee, put the cup down, wiped his face. "Any idea what's going on, sir?" "None, Commander." Minutes crawled by as both sat in silence, Peter finishing his muffin, Spock drinking his tea. Both were stunned into speechlessness when Jim Kirk entered the room side by side with Winn. Rising as they entered, both waited for their captain to sit, and for Winn to sit next to him, Spock yielding his customary spot. "Gentlemen, we have an opportunity to get out of the mess we're in. First Minister?" "I have heard that the Federation is a reasonable entity. I am in great hopes of finding that to be true. I have ordered the covert surveillance of all Klingon forces on Bajor. I have, gentlemen, decided to abandon the Prophets and force Bajor into true independence." "I presume that you have also decided to reinstate the treaty?", Spock questioned. "I have not. Bajor will be independent in all matters. However, we, of course, wish to remain on good terms with the Federation. Your assistance,or lack thereof, will determine our success at allowing those who disagree with our own internal policies to remain on our world." "Spock, Peter, she's talking about letting anyone who doesn't agree move to their own autonomous province, with authority to run things as they see fit, with the sole execpetion of not being able to ignore treaties signed by the planetary government." "Indeed." "Sir, as Security Chief, I strongly recommend we do whatever we can to assist. An independent but friendly Bajor is far more preferable than one that serves as the center of a new Klingon Empire." "I concur, Admiral. We can, and should, offer whatever help we are able to." "I'm glad you both feel that way, because I've already signed a provisional treaty of mutual cooperation, subject to ratification by both parties." "And the Klingons?" Winn, stepping back into the thick of things. "Are our problem, Captain Spock. We invited them, and we will remove them. Those Bajorans who fought the Cardassians will not fail at stopping this lesser threat." "I believe they can do it. I've had a good look at their plans and how their peoople are placed. It might take a week, or two, but they have the Klingons contained already. Kor has no one he can call for help, no allies to send ships or troops in. His empire dies here." Kirk paused, resolved to carry out the rest of his plan. "There is a "but" in there, though. We have to destroy the wormhole, again. And we have to do it in a way that guarantees it can never be restored a second time." Spock knew, at once. "Commander Saavik's research has yielded the solution she and I both predicted, has it not?" "It has. We have to blow a warp core inside the wormhole. It gets worse,too." Winn, again. "The Prophets must be banished for all time from this realm. I have shown your captain what I have learned of their plans for this universe. My own counterpart that was removed from this realm has returned, and led the Prophets onto a path of pure evil on a scale beyond imagining. Any delay of more than a few hours will give them time to set their plans in motion. I fear for my life, that they will kill me and replace me with her. Unchecked, she would begin the destruction of all that is good." "I'm volunteering the Enterprise." "Jim, surely there must be an alternative." "He's right, sir. If we can eject the core and detonate it remotely..." "No. No risking having something go wrong. No auto-control for the ship, for that matter. I'm taking volunteers for a skeleton crew, and Peter, you and Saavik are not to volunteer. That's an order." "One I'm grateful for. But, sir, is there really no choice?" "None. Peter, begin evacuation procedures at once. Tell everyone they can take their personal effects, but to not use audio to discuss any part of the evacuation. One hour. Spock, run the crew manifest and give first priority to crew members without close family. That should cover what I need for a skeleton crew." "What we need." A shake of the head, firmer than any he had ever given before in his entire life. "I've always known I would die alone. I'll man the Bridge by myself. You are to depart the ship. No argument, Spock." "None shall be offered in this." "Good. Spock, you have the conn. Send each of the senior staff, in turn, to my quarters, including Saavik. Peter, no offense, but Spock is who I'm talking with last." "None taken, Uncle Jim." Winn had watched this, amazed at how strong these people were. How weak, Kor and his people were, in comparison. She wept as she spoke to them. "Such resolve, such selflessness. I can only hope that one day, my people can become so strong." "Peter, please escort the First Minister to the transporter room. Spock, get up to the Bridge. Remember, all communications are to be by text only on viewscreens or by runner." Spock nodded, once, then was gone on his way. Peter and Winn departed seconds later, leaving James T. Kirk alone with the truth of his own death. Chapter 13 "Captain's Log, supplemental: This is my final log entry as captain of the Enterprise. In less than an hour, I will command her to her final, best, destiny. In just a few moments, I must say my final goodbyes to the friends of what amounts to two lifetimes. I have also prepared a final statement for general dissemination within Starfleet, and a personal farwell to Jean-Luc. I have no grand words to offer those I leave behind, no vision for the days and years to come. I leave only the actions of my captaincy, and the decisons I have made, as guideposts to others with decisions of their own to make. To them, I offer my very best wishes and hopes. Log,out." The chime sounded. "Come." It was Saavik, still wearing a smudge on her face, where Amanda Kirk had kissed her mother on the cheek while eating a piece of fudge. Jim smiled, motioned her to sit across from him, in his own chair, as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Admiral." "Saavik. I remember the very first time we met." "In your office, at the academy. You asked me what I was doing there,and I replied that it was my desire to succeed you as captain of the Enterprise." "And I pointed out, that technically speaking, you'd be succeeding Captain Spock. I laughed, and you looked so damned confused, I half-wanted to tell Spock to save you from yourself and drop his sponsorhip of your entry into the academy. I'm glad I kept my mouth shut." "As am I, James. I regret that I have so little time to thank you. While it was Spock who saved my life, it was you who gave me a chance to make that life one worth living. My marriage, my child, all I have seen and felt, I owe to you." Kirk moved to her, hugged her tightly. "And I owe you for showing me that I still belonged on the bridge of a starship. Be happy, Saavik." She released him from the embrace, and was gone. Peter was next, and Jim smiled and frowned all at once, as he entered, all business. "All's on schedule, sir. Not a hitch to be found." Kirk was still standing, and he remained so as he spoke. "Peter. You brought me back from the dead, and gave me my life back, as well. I could have never adjusted to this time without my ship around me, and my crew." "It was the biggest honor of my life, Uncle Jim. I'm proud of what I did as captain of the Enterprise-B, and proud of most of what I did while running Thirty-One. but bringing you back from the grave is what I hope to be remembered for." "Don't. What you did while I was gone, is far more important. Keep at it, Peter. I've recommended to Jean-Luc that you be given command of the Enterprise-F, when she launches in s year or two." "Sir, my skills are so rusty-" "No. No putting yourself down, ever again. You're a Kirk, and you're just as fine a man as any of the rest of us with that name." "Yes, sir...this is really goodbye, isn't it?" "It is." The two hugged for a few long seconds,and then it was Scott's turn. "Admiral, what ye're about to do...I'm proud to stand with ye at the very end." "I'm proud to have you with me, Mister Scott. I've taken you for granted, at times, and I regret that. You've never once questioned my orders, never once shaken your head to disagree with a single word I've ever said." "If ye'd give the word, Admiral, I'd be grateful." "Mister Scott, the word is given." One final handshake, and Scott was gone. Minutes later, Uhura entered the room, and, was the first to cry. "Sir...permission to remain aboard?" "Denied.", said as Kirk took her offer of yet another hug. Holding onto her, he listened to her words, through the tears. "I once said that I was afraid. But I never really was, not once, with you in command. I never...never once felt you wouldn't get us all home, safe and sound." "Nyota...oh, Nyota...is it just my imagination, or is there really no need for us to say anything else?" "No...there really isn't...oh, sir. I always knew it would end this way." They remained there, both crying, for a few moments. Then, she too, was gone. "Bones.", Kirk proclaimed as the doctor passed by her, on his way in. "Sorry my liquor cabinet's empty. I still owe you a drink." Kirk waved him off. "Buy one for Peter, when you all get home." "Done. Jim, Uhura was right, what she told me she would tell you. We've all known, down deep inside, that things would end this way. After you were lost on the "B", not a day passed that each of us expected you to turn up, alive and well. I will miss you more than you know." "I know. Bones...you're like Uhura. There's nothing we haven't already said. Do yourself a favor. Retire, for good. Sit on the front porch and tell your great-grandchildren "I remember when" stories. Enjoy life." "I always do, Jim, but I'll take that advice, my word on it." A handshake turned into a long hug,and more tears flowed. Spock, last to say farewell, put his hand on McCoy's shoulder as they passed each other, let it go, let him go. "Jim." "Spock." Through it all, he had remained standing, after rising to embrace Saavik. Had, in even his last hours of life, remained the picture of a starship captain. Spock, though, had no need of seeing his friend wear the mask of command. Kirk sat, as did Spock. "My friend. We have so much still to say to each other, so much to ponder and to debate. Time's run out, though, and this is the end." "I know." "Try not to beat your next captain at chess too badly." "I shall endeavor to do my best in losing." "Spock, I...there's no more time, not even a few minutes for one last mind-meld. I'd hug you, but...go. Go help the Bajorans heal their wounds. Do the opposite of what I told McCoy to do. Don't leave Starfleet till the day you die. Be a diplomat, or a teacher, again, you were damned fine at both jobs. Go." The Vulcan tipped his head in farewell, turned to leave. "Mister Spock...I'm glad you decided to stay aboard after Captain Pike's promotion. I've enjoyed renewing our friendship." The words echoed the ones he had said, early on, when he had told Spock that he looked forward to renewing a friendship that had been lost as each officer moved with their respective ships. "As have I." And Kirk was alone. Chapter 14 The Bridge. It all began and ended here. They were in the wormhole, already, he and a dozen others. Minutes earlier, he had given them one last speech. He had told them that they were his finest crew ever, for they were making the only true sacrifice that makes men heroes. Enterprise was holding her place, in position. All was calm, all seemed normal. He thumbed the comm, one last time. "Mister Scott?" "Aye, sir, here and ready." James T. Kirk moved in his seat, the rip from the battle over Khitomer still there, all this time later. The air was clean, and the sounds of the ship were music to his ears. "Computer, this is Admiral James T. Kirk. Begin auto-destruct, code one-one-two-. "Computer, this is acting First Officer Montgomery Scott. I concur." "Auto-destruct engaged. This vessel will self destruct in sixty seconds. Sixty,fifty-nine, fifty-eight".... As the countdown continued, Kirk gazed at the screen, wanting to see his last mission's final outcome. Spock and Saavik had assured him that the wormhole could never be restored again. Bajor would, at last, be free and clear to grow into true maturity. Kirk smiled. This was the death he had always known to be necessary. This was the doing of his duty, and his last gift to those alive, and those not yet born. One last example of what duty and honor really meant. At ten seconds, he gripped the sides of his chair. At five seconds, he thanked the universe for the life he had lived,and loved. At two seconds, he smiled again. At one second, he felt no fear. At zero, the Starship Enterprise, NCC-1701-A, exploded into fiery death, and the Prophets screamed, for the very first world to be named Bajor was now forbidden to them for all time. THE END NewMessage: