Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <1f3.2f7c4a2.2ee29324@aol.com> From: Istannor@Aol.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: New: TOS : A Higher Duty: PG: 14/28 and 15/28 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 196 Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2004 13:55:04 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1102168504 209.198.142.218 (Sat, 04 Dec 2004 08:55:04 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2004 08:55:04 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85927 X-Received-Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2004 05:55:09 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: A Higher Duty Author: Istannor Contact: Istannor@aol.com Series: TOS Rating: PG13 for violence Part: 14/28 Codes:TOS Summary: This is set during the second 5 year voyage of the Starship Chapter 14 He could see where the boy had entered the trees. The evidence of his wild, horrified, run through the woods was easy to see in the light of the two moons. He moved silently, for over fifteen minutes, with a stealth that carried him through the woods like a ghost. His father and grandfather had shown him how, from his earliest memories. He stopped when he heard the low guttural rumble of Klingonese. His heart sank. They had found the boy, maybe the old man too. He followed the sounds to their origin in a brightly-lit clearing with a rover sitting squarely in the middle. He saw one Klingon and a human, holding the old man up against the rover. An Orion hit him, repeatedly asking for the location of the women. The boy was held tightly by one Klingon who sat on the side of the dimly lit clearing. Another Klingon looked on in obvious impatience. This last one spoke, "Kill him if you have to. We must find out where the women are before morning. He, at least, is not vital to our plans." The Orion moved happily to comply. The boy cries could be heard in the background. Kirk sat and quickly formulated a plan. He silently gathered the largest stone that he could carry and crept around behind the flood that lit their campsite. When he got into position, he stood up and threw the rock as far as he could across the top of the , that it landed on the opposite side from him. They all turned at the sound and Kirk Phasered the Klingon who was holding the boy. As the Klingon dropped, he took aim and cleanly took out the Human holding Jus. Jus turned and swept the Klingon to his side, off of his feet, just in time for the phaser blast to hit the Orion that had been beating him. Kirk turned to fire at the other Klingon, but he had already ducked behind the side of the shuttle. He screamed at Jus and the boy to run to where he stood at the edge of one of the trees. When he saw they were running his way, he fired on the flood, and the night exploded into darkness. Kirk continued to fire at the shuttle, which kept the remaining Klingon from being able to fire at the fleeing captives, until Jus and Ramie reached his side. The one Jus had hit scrambled on the ground, to find shelter with his comrade behind the shuttle. Kirk gave Jus the disrupter; the one he had been carrying was out of reach in the clearing. He then thrust the compass into the Romulans hand. "Jus, the caves are north, northwest and marked on the compass. All you have to do is follow it. Can you find your way back? "Yes." "Then take Ramie with you. Move everyone to any cave you can find due north of you. I'll keep these folks pinned down, and find you later." Jus grabbed Kirk's arms and met his gaze intently. He understood what was being offered for them. "I will not forget this, Kirk." "Go." Kirk spared him only a glance. His mind was already on the tactics of the war he was waging. The Human turned back to fire into the night. When he was sure they were gone, he began to move around the periphery of the encampment. He fired at any movement the Klingon made. He slowly made his way around one especially huge tree, and sat to stare at the stalemate. They could not move, and he could not leave until he was sure Jus and the boy were safe. He could not afford to have the Klingons on his backtrail, when three inexperienced woodsmen hampered him. His only error was he had not put a coward into his equation. One of the kidnappers had heard the noise while he was off in the woods relieving himself. Instead of rushing back, he had taken that opportunity to hide in the very tree that Kirk sat in front of. If all of his colleagues were killed, he had intended to sneak away into the night. But, here the fates had handed him the cursed human and his back was turned, even better. The thought of the bonus for being the one to single-handedly capture the demonic James Kirk, gave him just enough courage to raise his disrupter. He set it to its lowest setting as he thought of his reward for a living captive. He fired and Kirk crumpled, soundlessly, to the ground. Title: A Higher Duty Author: Istannor Contact: Istannor@aol.com Series: TOS Rating: PG13 for violence Part: 15/28 Codes:TOS Summary: This is set during the second 5 year voyage of the Starship Chapter 15 Kirk awoke to stinging slaps across his face. He was tied securely to a tree with his arms and legs stretched out across the width of the ancient trunk. His back was on fire from the low intensity disrupter blast. A Klingon face came into focus slowly in front of him. The face was close enough to Kirk's own, for him to feel breath on his cheek. "So, this is the famous James T. Kirk. You do not look like much, to have been this much of a pain. You look no different than the rest of your sniveling, mewling weak, human, slavemeats that we send to the Orions for their tokhe 'straav of pleasure." He sneered at him, watching for signs of fear. Kirk looked solemnly into his eyes. "Heghlu'meH qAq jajvam." He slowly, deliberately said in Klingonese, through clenched teeth. "It is a good day to die." C'Thuth pulled his head back in surprise. Then, seemingly having come to some type of decision he stepped back. " I am C'Thuth. I want you to know the name of the man who will break you and make you beg for death. I give you honor to tell you this. I am going to cause you a great deal of agony, Captain and only then, will I start to ask you questions. And then, I will really get to the part I enjoy. You will be a shell; a husk, and I will be the one who does this to you. Behold, Captain, I am the face of your death." Kirk looked at him refusing to respond. "Perhaps you do not believe me. Allow me to demonstrate." C'Thuth motioned one of the others over. "Break his right hand." Kirk saw the blow coming as the man swung a branch from one of the trees at his hand tied to the tree beside. The impact was crushing. He reared back and hit the back of his head against the tree, from the force of his pain. The disorientation from the newest head blow, and the pain and nausea from the hand roared around in his head. The Klingon said nothing, only watched as the Human fought for control. He nodded in satisfaction as the Human refused to cry out. "Perhaps there is something of the warrior in you after all, Captain, but you will tell me what I wish to know, regardless. They all do sooner or later. Now, we begin in earnest." "We do not have a great deal of time, C'Thuth. Our Romulan allies will be here shortly, and they will not necessarily let us through their blockade," Kroth, interrupted him. Kroth was the one who had hidden in the tree during the initial fight, but he would never tell C'Thuth where he was when the blasters were burning. He wanted to be gone when the space battle began. " We have time. They will be cloaked and if we send the recognition signal we will get past and be gone before anyone can track us. J'theth, hit him again. He needs more persuasion." J'theth bared his canines and rolled his fingers slowly into a fist. "Not a problem. He killed my wife's sister's son near the Neutral Zone. I can think of no easier order to obey." The intermittent thud of impact was followed by another, and another, until finally, many blows later, human screams of anguish reverberated through the forests, haunting the night. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: