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From: John Keegan
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Subject: REPOST:Renewal Part One-(Plain Text!!!)
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I've noticed that people are still looking for away to decode the
original post, although I have already posted it in plain text last week.
So here it is again. I hope this is good enough.
John Keegan
RENEWAL
A Captain Sulu Adventure
(among others)
PROLOGUE
Stardate: about 9952.6
Captain Hikaru Sulu settled back into his command chair, his
obligatory cup of tea gripped in his right hand. The day had gone well;
no strange incidents, no enemy vessels suddenly dropping out of a
cloaked warp to engage them in battle. And to top it all off, he had just watched a new vessel commissioned to the Starfleet.
NCC 1701-B. The Enterprise.
Thinking of the name of the new craft, Sulu was reminded fondly
of his many years serving under another captain. The Captain, James T.
Kirk. Almost thirty years were spent under his command, in one way or
another. And now, the Captain had been shaken from retirement, once
more, to see a new man take the center seat.
Sulu turned to his communications officer, Janice Rand. He could
never look at her without remembering those laughable uniforms of
yesteryear, when she was a Yeoman under the Captain. It brought a smile
to his face just thinking about it. "Lieutentant, send Captain Harriman
my most sincere congradulations on his commission. Also, tell him that
I look forward to future opputunities to work with him."
"Aye, sir," she replied with a smile. She quickly sent off the
message, and was no sooner done than an indicator began to flash on her
panel. "Sir, we have gained a passenger within the last few minutes.
The Federation courier, Eye of Vulcan, has docked near cargo bay seven.
One passenger was aboard." She listened as confirmation of the
passenger list was given. "Sir, the visitor is..."
The turbolift behind Captain Sulu opened.
"Mr. Spock!" Sulu exclaimed, rising from his chair.
Spock raised an eyebrow as he strode confidently onto the bridge.
"Greetings, Captain. I assume you are well?"
Sulu took a few moments to realize that Spock was referring to
him. "Oh, yes, Mr. Spock, that is correct." Sulu stared at Spock,
amazed to see him on the bridge. The Vulcan was wearing a traditional
diplomatic uniform, just as his father Sarek often had. He still
looked younger than the rest of the old crewmates, but the lines of age
were evident. The years had taken their toll.
"Mr. Spock, I hope you dont mind my saying, but we werent
expecting anyone for three weeks, at Starbase 15. Your father was
supposed to use the Excelsior as transport to Khitomer."
Spock nodded as he moved to the science station, where
Lieutenant Commander Valtane was sitting. "If you will allow me..."
Spock said, gesturing to the computer. Valtane quickly moved out of
the way. Spock spoke as he began to manipulate the various controls.
"I am presently downloading my files from my courier. I will use them
in the briefing that I will hold tomorrow concerning the reason for my
arrival."
"I see," Captain Sulu said. "Then shall I have us plot a course
to Khitomer?"
Spock turned to face him. "No, Captain. The situation is not
as it was. You are required to transport me to the planet of Relpek IV."
Sulu chuckled to himself, then asked, "Are you serious? Mr.
Spock, the Relpek system is within the Romluan Neutral Zone."
Spock locked eyes with Sulu, and a certain understanding passed
between them. All would be explained. All would be understood.
Sulu turned to his helmsman. "Mr. Lojur, plot a course for the
Relpek system, warp six."
Spock nodded his thanks.
"Mr. Spock, did you have the oppurtunity to see the launching
of the new Enterprise?"
Spock rose from the science station to join Captain Sulu next
to the command chair. "Indeed, quite the spectacle."
"Come now, Mr. Spock, its not everyday that a new Enterprise
is born."
"Quite correct, Captain. But I was less than interested in
seeing a new ship without the Captain at the helm."
Sulu sighed. "I gather you are unhappy with Captain Kirks
retirement."
Spock raised an eyebrow in his direction. "Unhappy, Captain?
Hardly. I simply fail to see the logic in the Captains retiring when
he has many remaining years during which he could command a starship."
"The Captain felt differently."
"It would not be the first time that the Captain has made such
an error in judgment. If you will recall..."
The conversation was interrupted by a shrill beeping from the
communications station. Rand immediately responded. "Sir, we have a
message coming in from the Hood. It is relaying a message from the
Enterprise-B, Captain. From Commander Chekov. He says its personal."
Sulu made his way closer to the station. "Ask him if its too
personal for my crew."
Rand did as he requested, and she replied, "He says it should be
heard by all of us, but he wants you to hear it first."
Sulu looked at Spock, who had taken on a grave demeanor. "Very
well, Leiutenant, Ill take the transmission in my quarters. Mr. Spock,
youre with me." The two old comrades walked into the turbolift, Sulu
giving a curt command for deck three.
Sulu was in a cold sweat during the brief ride. Could something
have happened to Demora? Her mother had been so against a career for
her in Starfleet. But even so, Hikaru had been proud of his daughters
achievements, and had celebrated with her when they learned she would be
helmsman for the Enterprise-B. Now Sulu was hoping that his joy would
not be turned into sorrow, into guilt over a daughters death.
He walked briskly to his quarters, Spock right behind him. Upon
entry, he commanded, "Viewer on." The seal of the United Federation of
Planets appeared, then was replaced by an image of his old friend Pavel
Chekov. The image was plagued by interference.
"Pavel, whats the matter? Is it Demora?"
Commander Chekov shook his head. "No, Captain Sulu. It is not."
Sulu could see Captain Montgomery Scott in the background. "What
is it, Pavel? Is the Captain there?"
Chekovs face took on a pale color. "Captain...Hikaru..."
Spock shifted behind Sulu, and Sulu could almost feel the
tension in the room. "Mr. Chekov, could I speak with the Captain,
please?"
Chekovs eyes went wide. "Mr. Spock, oh, no, not you..."
Sulu lost his patience. "Damn it, Pavel, what happened?"
Tears were streaming down Chekovs eyes. "Hikaru, Mr. Spock,
the Captain, hes...dead."
Sulu went blank at the sound of the words. He heard Spock move
away, but he did not pay attention to him. "Pavel, are you sure?
I mean, we just saw him on the transmission from Earth, with you and
Scotty. Surely nothing..."
"There was a distress call, from an El-Aurian refugee transport.
It was caught in an energy ribbon. The Enterprise was the only ship
within range to get to it in time. The ship was undermanned and
underequipped, we needed someone to go down to Deck 15 and manipulate
the main deflector controls...the Captain volunteered."
Sulu nodded. "What happened?"
"He saved the ship, Hikaru, but then the energy ribbon, it lashed
out, and...and...then he was gone."
Sulu felt tears well up in his eyes. The Captain, dead. It
was so hard to imagine. Even when he was retired, the Captain had been
a comforting presence in Sulus mind, like a mentor that would
occasionally arrive to praise his student. Now, that presence was gone,
and nothing could make him return. "Will there be a service, Pavel?"
Chekov nodded. "On Earth, San Francisco, I think. The Admiralty
has been informed and they are going to have some sort of burial.
Though I dont know how. Scottys a mess, he feels responsible."
Sulu began to feel his anguish turn to anger. "Why, Pavel?
Why the main deflector?"
Chekovs face filled with hatred. "This damned captain has no
idea of what to do, Hikaru. He left Spacedock with a minimal crew, no
tractor beam or medical staff, or photon torpedoes for that matter.
Scotty came up with the only theory he could. The ship was saved, and
a few of the refugees, too. But the Captain..."
Sulu shook his head as if he were in physical pain. "No, no,
Pavel, Scotty mustnt feel that way. A miracle worker cant always be
right. Its that Harriman thats responsible. I want to talk to him."
Chekov nodded, but replied, "He has holed himself away in his
quarters since it happened. He will speak to no one, except Starfleet
Command."
"Then Ill talk to Command. Harriman should be stripped of his
command for his lack of responsibility. No captain should endanger his
vessel, or his passengers, with such lack of judgment."
"Yes, Hikaru. I know. And you will have your chance at the
service. It will be on Tuesday." Chekov made a half-grin. "Just
about the time the new tractor beam gets installed on the Enterprise."
Sulu took note of the official time and place. "Ill try to be
there. It seems we are on a mission of some importance, and we may be
ordered away."
Chekov frowned. "Try to be here, Hikaru. If not for yourself,
for the Captain. Chekov, out." The Federation Seal reappeared, and
then the screen went blank.
Sulu sat quietly for a few moments, letting the raw emotion flow
over him. Then, he realized that Spock had been standing behind him
all this time. He turned to see the Vulcan, who was staring blankly
out at the stars through the window in Sulus quarters.
"Mr. Spock, you heard what Pavel said. There is a service in a
few days. We can just get there in time if we change course now. But
I require your approval."
Spock stood silent, as if he didnt hear what Sulu had said.
Then, he replied hoarsely, "I will tell you shortly if we are authorized
to make the necessary course change. But I must speak with Ambassador
Sarek first, in my quarters."
Sulu waved him off. "Of course, go, Mr. Spock. Please be
prompt in your reply."
"I will do so, and I will give him your regards." Spock left
Sulus quarters without further delay.
Sulu remained seated for a while, thinking about the terrible
loss. So many others deserved to know what happened. He would contact
Uhura as soon as possible, and Dr. McCoy as well. It might be difficult
to do, but he would find them, and tell them what happened. But first,
he had to bury his Captain.
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From: John Keegan
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Subject: REPOST:Renewal Part Two-(Plain Text)
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CHAPTER ONE
FATHER AND SON
As Spock left Sulu's quarters, he felt the tears well in his eyes.
No, he thought to himself, not here. Others may see, may notice. My
pain is my own. He hurried to the turbolift, and after checking to be
sure that no one was occupying it, he curtly commanded it to the
passenger quarters deck six. He slumped against the turbolift wall,
his tears not obeying his commands. Oh, t'hy'la, how can this be?
The walk to his quarters was difficult. His Vulcan training
would allow no other to see his emotion, but the loss of the Captain
was more than his training could handle. James T. Kirk had been his
commanding officer, his friend, his savior. Kirk had done more for him
than even his own father had expected. Kirk had given his own son so
that Spock may live.
And now that man was dead, and Spock could do nothing for him.
He locked the door to his quarters using his standard code. For
minutes he sat sobbing, letting the strong Vulcan sorrow take its toll.
He must not show his grief when he would speak with his father.
Finally, he felt the wave recede. His control returned, and he
felt ready to speak with his father. He quickly tapped in the command
for a transmission to Vulcan. His father's aide answered the call.
"Ambassador Sarek is indisposed at this time," the clipped voice
began. "He will be unable to receive communications for the next day."
"I am Ambassador Spock, son of Sarek," the Vulcan replied. "This
is related to the incident at Relpek IV. He will respond."
Sarek's aide looked off the screen to a handheld panel. "Very
well. The ambassador will be available momentarily." The screen
changed to the Federation seal, with the words "HOLD" across the bottom.
Sarek was noticably displeased to Spock when he eventually
responded. "Greetings, my son. This comes at a most unfortunate time.
Please be brief."
"Father, ambassador. I must request that my arrival on Relpek IV
be postponed for at least one week."
"Unacceptable."
"I have a reason for this request."
Sarek looked disappoving at his son, then nodded slightly.
"Speak."
"My former captain and friend, James T. Kirk, is dead."
Sarek's face became suddenly still, and his eyelids closed for a
instant. "I grieve with thee, son. I understand your loss, and though
it is not as great, I consider it my loss as well. He was a good man,
an exceptional officer. But I do not see why his death holds bearing
on the incident at Relpek IV."
"Father, there is a service to be held on Earth. If the
Excelsior changes course within the next hour, it will be possible to
arrive in time to pay my respects."
Sarek replied immediately. "That is not possible, nor is it
logical."
Spock raised his eyebrow in surprise. "Why do you consider the
request illogical?"
"Quite simple, Spock. You wish to abandon your duties for a
week's time in order to fulfill the emotional demands of your friend's
death. You yourself requested that the Federation make an effort for
peace with the Romulan Empire, despite my warnings agaisnt it."
"You did agree to give me this chance."
"And I have. I arranged the talks on Khitomer. It is
unfortunate that the incident of Relpek IV had to occur at the time it
has, but the change in schedule is irrelevant. You are the one who has
begun the peace process. The incident at Relpek demands that the
process be continued with more care and speed than previously."
"I believe that a week will not change things considerably."
"That is not my assessment, Spock. My experience says that the
destruction of the colony on Relpek III will only serve to escalate
hostilities, unless measures are taken now. If my information is
correct, you are closer to the Romulan Neutral Zone at this time than
Earth."
Spock checked his father's computations. "That is correct."
"Then it would take more resources to return to Earth, as well.
Arrival at Relpek will be tomorrow, Spock, as opposed to a week. The
difference that six days will make is crucial. You cannot abandon your
work at this time."
Spock knew that it was hopeless, but he tried one last option.
"Father, you may be able to arrive at Relpek in three days, so that you
can begin the work there while I pay my respects."
"Emotional, son. Illogical. Given the damage to the Enterprise,
it will be weeks before they can get underway again. And they are to
transport myself and my delegation to Relpek."
"Is there no other ship that can be used for transport?"
"There is not, son. You know that most of Starfleet is involved
with the work on the Klingon Empire."
"Of course. Then the patrols are still encountering problems?"
Sarek's expression was one of exasperation. "The Klingons
request the aid of the Federation, and then half their Empire resists
that help. It seems that General Chang's influence was greater than we
thought."
"So it appears."
"Then it is settled. You will continue without delay to the
Relpek system. Was there any other business to discuss? I am quite
pressed for time."
"Only that Captain Sulu sends his regards. Shall I give him a
message?"
Sarek nodded. "Tell him that I greive with him, as well."
Spock took note of the small act of kindness. "Very well,
father, ambassador. Live long, and prosper."
Sarek raised his hand in the Vulcan salute. "Peace and long
life, my son." The screen changed once again to the Federation seal.
* * * *
Sulu did not immediately respond to the door chime. It rang at
least five times before he called, "Enter." Spock did so, his face now
perfectly controlled.
"I spoke with my father. It is his assessment that we must not
return to Earth."
Sulu's expression changed to one of anger. "Why? The Captain
deserves to have us be there!"
Spock nodded. "I am of the same opinion. But there are other
considerations."
"Such as?"
"I will explain everything to you at the briefing. Besides
that, there is nothing I can do."
Sulu waved him away, hurt not only by Sarek's refusal to allow
them to honor the Captain, but by Spock's acceptance of it. Spock
silently walked to the door, then turned at the last minute. "My father
gave me a message for you."
Sulu did not look at him. "What was it?"
"I grieve with thee."
Sulu did not move for a moment, and then softly thanked him.
Spock did not intrude any longer.
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From: John Keegan
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Subject: REPOST:Renewal Part Three-(Plain Text)
Date: 24 Apr 1995 19:42:12 GMT
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CHAPTER TWO
UHURA
The African Confederation was doing well. Its newly established
system of higher learning was being rated as among the world's best. It
had quite a few Starfleet experienced faculty members in its favor, as
well as the freshness of youth. Some of the brightest going to
Starfleet Academy would come from the new system.
At the head of the linguistics division was a woman with an
exceptional record, serving in Starfleet for over thirty years as one
of the best communications officers in the fleet. When not on tours of
duty, she had taught seminars in the obscure alien languages she had
encountered. Her peers had considered her to be the mold by which the
latest communications officers were shaped. Her name was Nyota Uhura.
As she entered her spacious apartment, she was once again
comforted by the cool interior. The Confederation had been under the
whims of a heat wave recently, and the weather had been taking its toll
on her. The recent field trip to the ancient burial grounds of her
forefathers had been grueling. There's no doubt about it, she thought
to herself, I'm getting older.
She had been trying to give the faculty under her purview a
lesson in the tenacity of language. Despite the fact that English was
the standard language throughout Earth, and even on the main worlds of
the Federation, many regional languages survived. Her language had
been in existence for millennia, and it had been a shock to many of the
so-called experts in her division. Some things, it seemed, had to be
witnessed to be believed.
That thought brought a twinge of regret to Uhura. She missed
the years on the Enterprise more than she imagined she would. The
rebellious Captain Kirk, always violating the idiotic orders of Command.
The stoic Spock, whom she knew had more emotion than he would admit.
Acerbic Dr. McCoy, with the heart of gold. The successful Mr. Sulu,
who had taken up the reins of Kirk's legacy as captain of the Excelsior.
Mr. Scott, who continued to assist Starfleet engineering crews with his
miracles. Mr. Chekov, who sadly seemed to have lost his drive in the
Fleet.
Given her thoughts, she was surprised to see that a message
waited for her from the Excelsior. She slumped into a chair wearily
and commanded the computer to reply.
The screen revealed a tearful scene on the bridge of the
Excelsior. Janice Rand was sitting at the communications station,
tears on her cheeks. Sulu himself was more composed, but the anguish
was plain on his face.
"Nyota," Sulu began. "I have terrible news."
Uhura could tell from the tone of his voice that someone had
died. "Who was it, Hikaru?"
The crew on the bridge seemed not to notice the familiarity
between the two former crewmates. "Did you see the commission of the
new Enterprise?"
Uhura shook her head. "No, I missed it, I was on a field trip.
What is it?"
"The Captain's dead," Sulu said, his composure cracking. Tears
welled up in his eyes.
"Oh, by the Mother, no," Uhura said, her own tears freely
falling. "How?"
Sulu waved his hand aimlessly, saying, "Some rescue attempt.
The new ship was apparently undermanned and underequipped. The Captain
had to modify the main deflector controls, and in the rescue that area
of the ship was destroyed."
Uhura listened silently. There were no words to express her
grief.
"They said that no sign of his body was found. It appears
that...," Sulu had to stop for a moment, "...that he was vaporized by
the energy bolt that damaged the ship. They believe he felt little
pain."
Uhura simply nodded in response. There was silence then, the
members of the bridge crew respecting the two friends in their time
of sharing.
After a few moments passed, Sulu once again took on the
expression of command. "Uhura, I have a question to ask, and a request
to make."
Uhura noticed the shift in protocol. "Of course, Captain,
whatever you wish, if I can do it."
"Thank you. I need to find Doctor McCoy. The last I heard,
he was back in Georgia, trying to put Starfleet behind him."
"Yes, that's true, Captain Sulu, but recently he was asked to
help Starfleet with the operation of a new ship."
"Really? I never would have expected McCoy to return to
Starfleet, I mean, not again."
Uhura smiled at the reference to Kirk's move, after the refit
of the original Enterprise, to get McCoy to rejoin the fleet. The
memory brought on a fresh wave of anguish. "They told him that it was
an advisory position only. The new ship is apparently dedicated to
medical service only, and he is to rate the crew's operation."
Sulu's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A totally medical vessel?
When did this happen?"
Uhura smiled. "You were involved with the border patrols near
the Klingon Empire. News takes forever to get out there."
Sulu smiled back. "You're right, of course. But we're getting
better. What is the name of the vessel?'
Uhura had to think for a moment. "It's called the Hippocrates,
registry number NCC-2501, I think."
"Thank you, Uhura. Where was it scheduled to go?"
Uhura shook her head. "I don't know. It was sent away under
classified circumstances. McCoy just gave me the name and number of
the ship, and that's all he could do."
Sulu nodded solemnly. "I'll try to get something from Command.
He deserves to know."
"I understand. And your request?"
"Not just mine, Uhura. This goes for Spock as well. There is
a service being held soon in San Francisco. We have been ordered away
and cannot be there. If you could, please go in our stead. The others
who are there deserve to know we would be there if we could."
Uhura nodded. "Of course. Is there anything else?"
Sulu shook his head. "No, that is all, Uhura. Thank you for
the information, and I hope to speak with you soon."
"All my hopes, Hikaru. And thank you for letting me know, about
the Captain."
Sulu simply nodded his understanding before cutting the
connection.
Uhura sat quietly in her chair, noticing how empty the apartment
seemed now. She had been so content for the last two years, after
retirement from the fleet. Now, she wasn't so sure.
* * * *
On the bridge of the Romulan Warbird Deathbird, Commander
Talanak watched over the shoulder of an antecenturion as the Excelsior
appeared on the tactical screen. "Commander, another Federation ship
is approaching the Neutral Zone. It will enter Romulan space within
eight of their hours."
Talanak sneered. "Another peaceful ship, I wonder? To help
the dying and the injured? Never mind the fact that one of their
vessels was responsible for the death of Relpek III."
The bridge crew knew better than to voice an opinion.
"Very well, antecenturion. Keep a close watch on the new ship.
Make sure it has as little success in detecting us as the others."
"Yes, Commander."
Talanak stared at the ravaged planet of Relpek IV on the forward
screen. The climate was already changing, making life more difficult.
Soon, the colonies would have to be evacuated due to the upheaval.
Soon, my Praetor, soon the Federation will pay for their crimes against
us, he thought silently. Peace is not an option!
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From: John Keegan
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Subject: REPOST:Renewal Part 4
Date: 24 Apr 1995 19:53:36 GMT
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CHAPTER THREE
THE BRIEFING
At 1200 hours, as the Excelsior entered sector Gamma
Hydra on its way to the Romulan Neutral Zone, Ambassador Spock
called a briefing, mandatory for the senior staff of the vessel.
Captain Sulu was very interested as to the topic of the meeting,
since his ship had been routed to hostile territory.
Mr. Spock sat next to the captain, with Mr. Valtane to
the other side. Rand sat next to him, ready to record the
pertinent events of the briefing. The helmsman, Lojur, was next
in line. Chief Engineer Balatari sat with her eyes staring
intently at the Vulcan. Dr. Sekar sat motionless, his face as
dispassionate as Spock's. Head of Security Collins sat with
three of his men to round off the table.
Spock cleared his throat as he leaned forward. "This
briefing is classified, and is only being recorded for the
records of Starfleet Command. As it relates to the crew of the
Excelsior, the senior staff of said vessel is present."
Spock nodded to Valtane, who called up an image on the
large wallscreen before them. "As you can see, this is a
representation of the Relpek system, as it was on stardate
9174.9. That was three years ago, before the incident at
Praxis and the events of the Khitomer conference. There are
six planets. The first is a small planetoid of a mass similar
to the Terran planet of Mercury. No life exists.
"The second planet has a Terran atmosphere, with a
climate ideal for Romulan life. The third planet is similar
in nature, with a slightly cooler climate. The fourth planet
is smaller than the second and third, but much cooler. The
Romulans require domes to live on the planet comfortably, and
have been endeavoring to initiate climatic reforming to allow
for easier living. The fifth and sixth planets are the usual
gas giants, with unimportant moons of various masses.
"Therefore, at this time, there are Romulan colonies on
the planets of Relpek II, III, and IV. Now, this next
representation is the same system on stardate 9863.6."
As the image changed, the room gasped as one, with the
exception of Spock and Sekar. "The third planet is completely
gone, replaced with a dense ring of asteroids. The climates
of Relpek II and IV are changing rapidly in response. The
colonies on Relpek II have already been relocated to a nearby
system. However, the colonies on Relpek IV are not as
fortunate.
"One of the pieces of what was Relpek III fell to
Relpek IV. The destruction has caused widespread climatic
changes, most unlike those desired by the Romulans living there.
The Empire is having problems with the relocation of their
people, as well as difficulties with the necessary medical
staff."
He waited for everyone to absorb the information.
Slowly, Captain Sulu pointed to the screen. "The planet of
Relpek III. What happened to it?"
Spock stood and took the screen controls from Valtane.
"That will be addressed shortly. Instead, I will tell you
what I have been doing over the past year." The screen changed
to an image of the talks at Khitomer. "At the peace talks at
Khitomer, I was approached by Senator Pardek of the Romulan
Senate. We talked about the need for universal peace and the
beginnings of such a peace represented by the new treaty with
the Klingon Empire.
"After our talk, I approached my father, Ambassador
Sarek. Despite his misgivings, we agreed that it would be
possible to make one attempt at peace with the Romulan Empire.
The effort was made for a second talk to commence on Khitomer
regarding a treaty with the Romulans."
Spock turned to Sulu. "This plan was made moot by the
destruction of Relpek III."
Sulu's expression betrayed his confusion. "The two
events seem unrelated. Why would the loss of a Romulan planet,
within the Neutral Zone, represent a threat to peace with the
Federation on the part of the Romulans?"
Valtane snapped his fingers in surprise. "This has to
do with the Reliant, doesn't it?"
Spock nodded gravely. "Not, Captain Sulu, the Reliant
commandeered by Khan Noonien Singh ten years ago, but
NCC-1864-A. It was sent out to monitor the Neutral Zone on
stardate 8934. It returned with 21% of its saucer section
damaged and its port warp nacelle missing." The ship appeared
on the screen. "The engineer was able to keep the ship intact,
barely. It had to be towed to the nearest starbase and is being
rebuilt as we speak. But its report is unsettling."
Valtane nodded. "Its captain maintains that they engaged
a squadron of Warbirds after accidentally 'wandering' into the
Neutral Zone."
"Excuse me," Balatari interrupted, "but no one just
'wanders' into the Neutral Zone."
"That is correct," Spock acknowledged. "But even more
puzzling is the crew's absolute agreement as to the events of
that battle. Most crews will exhibit small discrepancies when
relating the details of a battle, but this crew had one version,
entirely the same. They maintain that the ship was bombarded
with plasma weapons not unlike those encountered by the
Enterprise twenty-nine years ago."
Sulu held up his hand. "Hold on. You said that the ship
went into the Neutral Zone. When did this happen?"
Spock nodded, a sign that Sulu had hit upon the correct
line of questioning. "The incursion occurred last year, when
plans for the peace talks with the Romulans became final."
"Then they are related?"
"It would appear so. Especially when you consider the
next piece of information." A waveform energy signature
appeared on the screen. "When the analysis of the wreckage of
the Reliant was made, the molecular flux was tuned to this
energy wave. Also, at the time of the supposed battle, this
same energy waveform was detected by the Hood on its patrol of
the Neutral Zone."
Balatari glared at the screen, frustrated. "I've never
seen anything like it."
Sulu stood, his expression grave. "But we have,
Mr. Spock. Ten years ago."
"Correct, Mr. Sulu, we have. That energy signature is
identical to that of the Marcus Genesis wave."
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From: John Keegan
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Subject: REPOST:Renewal Part 4a
Date: 24 Apr 1995 20:01:25 GMT
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All eyes were on Mr. Spock. Valtane cleared his throat and asked,
"Excuse me, but what is the Marcus Genesis wave?"
Sulu allowed Spock to explain. "The Genesis Project was
introduced by Carol and David Marcus in the year 2284. The idea behind
the project was a swift and efficient means to create habitable
biospheres where they did not previously exist. The Genesis torpedo
would be used on a planetoid and would lay down its creation matrix.
If life already existed, that life would be erased by the new matrix.
It was detonated in an attempt to kill Captain Kirk in 2285, the attempt
in which I myself died." Spock hesitated for a moment, needing to keep
control after being reminded of his friend's death, as well as his own.
"However, it was later found that the new biosphere was
unstable, and within months the new planet created by that detonation
self-destructed. Given that the energy signature from the Relpek
system was the same at the time of the battle in which the Reliant was
supposedly engaged, it can be theorized that the Reliant used a
Genesis torpedo on the Romulan planet of Relpek III."
The members of the briefing were shocked, even Sekar. That such
a device existed was horrible enough, but that a Federation starship
had knowing used it against another planet...
"I can see that you understand the repercussions. The
Federation has sent medical teams to help with the casualties on Relpek
IV. Also, we are being sent for two reasons. One, to transport me to
the Relpek system to meet with the Romulan delegation ahead of
schedule. When Ambassador Sarek arrives, we will relocate. But I must
assure the Romulans that the destruction of Relpek III was not
sanctioned by the Federation Council, or Starfleet Command."
"And second," Sulu surmised, "so that the Excelsior can back up
any military action if needed to withdraw Federation people from the
Neutral Zone, if the talks don't defuse the situation."
Spock nodded. "Chances are high that the hasty effort to keep
peace will fail. For that reason, the Enterprise is to transport
Ambassador Sarek to Relpek as soon as possible. The added experience
for the talks will be as crucial as the added firepower may be."
"If the Enterprise manages to stock up on photon torpedoes
beforehand," Sulu muttered.
"Indeed," Spock added. "In any case, we arrive at Relpek IV
in a few hours. At that time, I will beam down to the surface, to the
main colony of Relatos. The other domed colonies have been abandoned.
The Excelsior is expected to remain in as stable an orbit as possible
around Relpek IV, while keeping a close watch for any sign of a Romulan
attack."
"Is an attack expected?" Collins asked.
"It is possible. The present Romulan Praetor is dying. His
supporters are in favor of the peace treaty, to a point. They are very
agitated by the incident in the system. His main successor, however,
is pushing for a military response to the destruction of Relpek III.
It is possible that a force under the command of this successor is
awaiting the death of the Praetor to launch an attack."
"I see," Sulu replied. "Very well. Mr. Collins, security is
to be on constant standby for possible emergency evacuation of
Federation personnel. Dr. Sekar, your staff should be on alert for
possible casualties. Mr. Lojur, you are to keep the Excelsior in
constant geosynchronus orbit above the colony of Relatos. Mr. Valtane,
I want you to work with Mr. Balatari to readjust the sensors so as to
more easily identify cloaked vessels. The necessary information will
be made available. Mr. Rand, I want constant communication links with
Ambassador Spock and the head of the medical teams on Relpek IV. Also,
keep a clear channel to Starfleet Command. Ambassador, is there
anything you would like to add?"
"Only that this mission is of the utmost importance, and that
any mistake could result in war between the Federation and the
Romulan Empire."
"Very well. You have your orders. Dismissed."
Sulu waited for the others to leave, so that Spock and himself
could be alone. "Spock, the Genesis device was not only classified,
but erased from all record systems shortly after the run-in with
the Klingons in the Mutara sector. Who could have constructed another
one?"
"The Klingons would be the first logical choice."
"But they were compelled in the negotiations following the
Genesis incident to forget it even happened."
"They could still have received the information using illicit
means. But given their own problems, the possibility of Klingon
involvement in Romulan affairs is negligible."
"Then who?"
Spock regarded Sulu with a critical eye. "Indeed, Mr. Sulu.
That is a very good question."
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From: John Keegan
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Subject: Renewal Part 5
Date: 24 Apr 1995 20:14:27 GMT
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Ah, finally, I had time to write the next chapter. I realized after
posting them in plain text that they were a bit short, but the number
of them will be large enough as it is. So anyway, here you are. Any
comments/criticisms are welcomed, unless it is someone still asking about
the old encoded versions ;)
John Keegan
CHAPTER FOUR
A BRIEF REST
As the Enterprise-B approached Spacedock, Captain John Harriman
stepped from the turbolift onto the bridge. His face was still pale,
and his eyes were red with grief. He turned to look at his bridge crew,
who noticed he had returned to the bridge but were avoiding his gaze.
They all believe I am guilty, he thought. But guilty of what, I wonder?
Incompetence, or murder?
His gaze continued to scan the room. Demora Sulu was deftly
piloting the ship into dock, just as her father had done years before.
There was a certain satisfaction, it seemed, to turn off the
computerized docking program and actually do the job for oneself. It
was a privilege that many helmsmen took seriously. Sitting in the
command chair was Commander Chekov, whom he had placed in temporary
command.
"Is the ship holding up well, Mr. Chekov?"
The Russian quickly stood up and offered the seat to the captain.
Hesitantly, Harriman took the offer. "Very well, sir. Mr. Scott has
been keeping the vessel together, but I have to say, I'm glad we are
docking."
"So am I, believe me." Harriman punched the control to get
contact with Engineering. "Captain Scott, how are you doing down
there?"
The thick Scottish accent filled the bridge. "The port nacelle
is still in bad shape, but we have the structural integrity field
pumped up to keep things where they belong. The main deflector is a
loss, so we still cannot communicate with anyone outside the ship
without help. The matter/antimatter containment field is suffering
as well, but I'm sure we can make it to Spacedock without any bumps,
right?"
Harriman chuckled, saying, "I certainly hope so, Mr. Scott.
Carry on." He sat back in his chair, his eyes closed. My God, how
stupid could I have been? To leave dock without proper provisions...
"We are being hailed by Spacedock, Captain," the communication
officer called out. "It's Admiral Turner, sir. He requests a meeting
with you after we dock."
Harriman paled even more. "Thank you, Lieutenant." So that's
it. The end of my career. He slowly stood from his command chair,
and he noticed all eyes were on him. They know, he thought nervously.
"I'll be in my quarters. Let me know when we are secured. Commander
Chekov, resume command." He left the bridge without another word.
* * * *
Harriman had already packed his few belongings and refit his
room when the call came from the bridge that docking was complete.
The Enterprise was to be towed to an orbiting dry-dock for repairs.
Harriman did not think he would still be in command when the repairs
were finished.
Leaving his bags in the room for the moment, Harriman made his
way to the transporter room. Despite all the damage to the ship, the
transporters actually worked. "Beam me directly to the Admiralty,"
Harriman commanded. The transporter chief nodded and Harriman felt the
familiar tingling sensation.
Admiral Turner was waiting for him when he arrived. As the two
men walked to the admiral's office, Turner said, "Captain Harriman,
I hope you are in good health."
Harriman, who had expected security to take him away to a dark
hole somewhere, took a moment to respond. "Oh, um, yes, I'm fine,
thank you."
"Excellent. We understand that you are probably in a little
bit of shock right now, but it seems that we are going to have to
place duty above feelings for the moment."
Oh, man, here it comes, Harriman thought. Sighing, he began,
"I understand I have to be reprimanded, but..."
Turner offered Harriman a seat as they entered the spacious
office. "For doing your job as ordered? We made the mistake of
sending the Enterprise out in its condition, Captain Harriman. Not you.
You simply did as you were told. And being that this is your first
command, we would expect no less."
Harriman was even more shocked than before. "But sir, I should
have realized that the Enterprise was in no condition to conduct a
rescue."
"Oh, you did right to attempt to rescue the Lacul, Captain.
You were lucky to survive yourself. The fact that a decorated officer
like James Kirk died in that rescue does not detract from the act
itself. The duty of a starship captain includes aiding any vessel
that is in distress."
"I understand my duties, sir, but if I had demanded that the
ship be fully operational during its maiden voyage, then perhaps the
loss of Captain Kirk would have been avoided."
The admiral leaned in closer to Harriman. "Remember something,
Harriman. Starfleet officers also understand that you sometimes have
to take risks. We took the risk of sending the Enterprise out without
proper precautions. We should have waited until another vessel was
able to escort you. We got burned for that error. But Kirk knew the
risk as well. He knew that your ship could have been destroyed in that
rescue attempt. He understood the dangers and placed a bet on the
wrong horse. But always remember that he died in the service of the
Federation."
"He was only trying to rescue some refugees, admiral."
"And that qualifies, trust me. Starfleet is only one branch of
the overall Federation. The fleet has to take on the duties of
peacekeepers. Police officers, in the twentieth century, often had
to conduct such simple tasks as rescuing small pets out of a tree.
Because protecting the members of the Federation from outside invaders
is not enough. We must also look after their interests, with just
as much vigor and risk as we put towards defending our borders."
Harriman nodded. "I understand. My only mistake was in being
too careful."
Turner pointed a finger at Harriman's chest. "And also not
believing in yourself. We would not have placed you in command of
the Enterprise if we felt you didn't have the ability to take those
risks. And mistakes, young man, are cheap today. Look at Captain
Kirk's career, and tell me whether or not mistakes can be made."
Harriman smiled. "I guess I shouldn't feel too bad then."
"No, feel as bad as you want. Let those negative emotions work
for you, though. Learn from this mistake. I guarantee, you will never
forget to keep your ship well stocked and manned after this."
Harriman realized finally that he was still being left in
command of the Enterprise. "Then I am to take her out when she's
repaired?"
"Yes, captain. But there is a small wrinkle involved." The
admiral brought up Scotty's report on his screen. "Captain Scott
says it will take about five weeks to repair the Enterprise fully.
I'm afraid that's not possible."
"What? But we can't take her out like this!"
"You're right. I want you to keep Commander Chekov and Captain
Scott on board. Their experience may be needed. Certainly Mr.
Scott's. He has three days to get the ship as repaired as possible,
and then you are ordered to go to Vulcan."
"Vulcan? What do you mean? And three days for repairs?"
"Yes, three days. You are ordered to transport Ambassador
Sarek to the Relpek system in the Romulan Neutral Zone. There you
will join the Excelsior in their attempt to keep the peace while
medical teams from the Hippocrates help with Romulan casualties. You
will use the main deflector of the Excelsior for all communications.
You will be fully stocked with weapons and extra generators for a
strengthened structural integrity field. With the two key vessels of
Starfleet sitting on top of them, the Romulans should have little
desire for a confrontation."
Harriman couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Sir, you just
told me that you learn from mistakes. And yet you are going to send
the Enterprise out like this? I must protest."
"Protest as you wish. It is your prerogative. But you must
also carry out orders." The admiral handed Harriman a small data
cube. "Three days, Harriman. And then you leave."
Harriman stood, shook the admiral's hand, and then left
silently. Maybe I should have gotten reprimanded after all, he
thought. Then I wouldn't have to command this mission!
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From: (John Keegan)
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Subject: Renewal Part 6
Date: 5 May 1995 04:37:19 GMT
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I know it's been a while, but design projects and finals notwithstanding, here
is chapter five of the story. Things are picking up...
John Keegan
CHAPTER FIVE
THE CALM
As the Excelsior entered orbit around Relpek IV, Captain Sulu
stared into the tactical display. Nothing unusual appeared on the screen.
Sulu frowned, noting that besides the expected evacuation ships, there were
no Romulan vessels in the system. It was quite unlike the Romulans to
leave themselves in a position of weakness. Could it be a designed display
of trust by the Praetor? Sulu could not say, and Spock was silent, standing
by the science station.
We have attained our geosynchronus orbit over the colony of
Relatos, Captain, Lojur said from the helm.
There is another ship coming out of warp now, Captain, from
the direction of the closest system, Rand said. The standard hails show it
to be a Federation vessel. Identified as the Hippocrates.
The Hippocrates? Sulu asked, turning towards the
communications station. Rand nodded. That was the ship Uhura said
Dr. McCoy was on.
Spock shifted uncomfortably. Captain, Starfleet records show
that Leonard McCoy had been promoted to a full commander prior to this
mission. Despite what intentions Starfleet had in assigning Commander
McCoy as the executive officer of the Hippocrates, he has already expressed
his extreme displeasure in the manner in which the ships captain is
interpreting their orders. He may have insight into the problems we have
recently noted concerning the unsatisfactory medical service.
And this is your reason for contacting the Hippocrates,
Ambassador? Captain Sulu asked. Spock was being peculiar about
speaking with McCoy. The problems with the dissatisfactory rating of the
Federation medical teams in the Relpek system should not have been
surprising. Most of the experienced medical personnel had received that
experience by treating the victims of vicious Romulan attacks. Few of
them wished to help the enemy recover from a terrible wound. That
McCoy fought for the rights of all life, even Romulan, was a testimony to
his medical professionalism.
It is, Captain, Spock replied smoothly.
Sulu could see the Vulcan was holding something back, and
decided to respect the wishes of his old crewmate. Do as you see fit when
you arrive in Relatos. It is my impression that Dr. McCoy is helping
coordinate the remainder of the emergency medical situations in the
colony.
Sulu flicked a switch on the science panel. A map of the colony
appeared on one of the small screens behind the command chair. The
medical teams are being deployed from a building only a few minutes
from the chamber where the peace talks will begin.
Spock studied the map and then called up a copy of his schedule.
I have sufficient time to discuss the problem with Commander McCoy
between my arrival at the colony and the initial meeting with Senator
Pardek and his aides.
Sulu nodded. As you wish. I will send the transporter room the
proper coordinates.
Spock bowed slightly in agreement. I will confer with you when
my analysis is complete. Spock entered the turbolift.
As the turbolift doors closed, Rand motioned Sulu over to the
communications station. Captain, you tell me. Do you buy one word of
what Spock said?
Sulu smiled sadly. Not for a minute, Rand. I know exactly
what hes going to talk about.
* * * *
As Spock materialized in the main room of the Romulan colony
of Relatos, he immediately gained a sense of the carnage that had followed
the destruction of Relpek III. There were large green stains on the floor,
obviously from when the many casualties were treated there. The tables
that were used during administrative meetings were turned over and pushed
to the sides of the room. The walls were cracked from the quakes that
followed the rain of planetoids from the explosion of Relpek III.
He heard the clearing of a throat, and he noticed that a Romulan
centurian was standing in the doorway. Terrible, isnt it?
Spock raised his eyebrow in the obligatory manner. To what do
you refer?
The centurian walked towards him slowly. The loss of life. The
materials lost. The planet nearly dead. All of it. Terrible.
Spock took another look at the stains on the floor. I agree. It is
fortunate that we were able to help.
The centurian scoffed. You surprise me, Vulcan. That you can
so easily dismiss your own Federations part in all of this.
Spock started moving towards the door. The last thing he
wanted was to have to defend himself from a personal attack. I assure
you, centurian, that those who are responsible will be appropriately
punished for their crime against life.
The centurian raised his eyebrow in a mocking expression.
Indeed? And what of their crime against the Romulan Empire?
Spock reached the doorway and turned to face the soldier. It will
be handled in the treaty.
The centurian smirked, looking to the floor, at the largest of the
stains. When the Federation ship invaded our space, my ship was in orbit
around Relpek III. We engaged the ship after being fired upon and
attempted to return to Relpek IV as the other planet was sterilized by your
weapon. We crashed far from any dome. My legion was attempting to
reach Relatos when Relpek III exploded. We were in one of the areas that
was rained on by what was left. Hundreds of my people died. This is
where their torn bodies were piled up when we finally dragged them here.
So you will excuse me if my blood cries out for vengeance.
Spock made note of the story, especially the information about
the battle. I understand, and I can guarantee you will receive
compensation.
The centurian came within a few inches of the Vulcans face.
Spock refused to react. The Praetor has commanded us to act friendly with
you. So we shall. But he is dying, Vulcan. And when he does, there are
those of us that will make sure that you really do understand. That you
understand thoroughly.
Spock turned without comment. As he walked away, he could
almost feel the anger from the centurian. Remember this well, Vulcan.
The name is Torok. And we shall meet again.
* * * *
Spock saw the doctor before McCoy noticed his presence. The
doctor was working frantically over a mangled Romulan who, it appeared,
had been attempting to rescue a loved one when a twisted metal balcony
fell on him. Surprisingly, the operation was going well. Nurse, damn it,
put some pressure on that wound so I can close it up. Its just blood, not
acid.
McCoy closed the wound, gave one last glaring look to the nurse,
and then pulled the thin medical gloves from his hands. He was dipping
his hands in a pot of fresh water when he looked up into Spocks eyes.
To his credit, he didnt pass out. My God, man, Spock, is that
you?
Spock tried not to smile at how little McCoy had changed.
Indeed, Doctor.
McCoy grinned like a child who had gotten a new toy. What
are you doing here? I mean, I heard a lot about peace talks and the like,
but I didnt think you were going to be involved.
Spock nodded his understanding. He motioned to the other side
of the room, where a desk and chairs sat. May we sit and talk, Doctor?
McCoy stopped smiling when he saw the expression on Spocks
face. Whats the matter? Has there been another problem? War?
Spock shook his head. No. But we have to discuss something.
McCoy smirked and said, Damn it, Spock, you never change,
you know that? Theres work to be done. I have to coordinate the next
group of patients to be beamed onto the Hippocrates. I dont have time
to...
Leonard...
McCoy stopped talking and gaped at Spock. Never, in his
memory, had Spock referred to him by his first name. Spock?
Spock simply motioned to the other side of the room.
All right, Spock. All right. McCoy walked slowly to his desk,
watching Spock as he went. Dread filled him to the core. He sat down,
gesturing that Spock should do the same. Now, dammit, Spock, whats
going on?
Spock sat motionless for a minute, then said softly, There has
been an accident.
McCoy knew. There was only one person he knew of that could
cause Spock to act in that manner. Spock, its Jim, isnt it?
Spock nodded. It is.
McCoy swallowed deeply as his throat went dry. What
happened?
Spock sighed. He was on the new Enterprise, on its maiden
voyage. It was underequipped. He was required to make a modification
of the main deflector when an energy bolt ripped through the section. He
was killed.
McCoy started sobbing. Spock sat motionless, attempting to once
more control his emotions. After a time, McCoy whispered, Who was
responsible?
The ships captain, John Harriman, appeared to have been
responsible.
McCoy nodded, and waved Spock away. Spock thought about
remaining to console his friend, and then decided against it. The doctor
was best left alone.
As Spock left, the doctor said, Thank you, Spock. I appreciate
you telling me.
Spock returned to the main hall.
* * * *
Sulu sat nervously in the command chair. He hated the waiting.
For the next few days, at least, his ship was the only defense that Federation
personnel had against a possible Romulan attack.
He hit the comm switch on his chair. Mr. Collins, how goes the
security reassignment?
Collins grating voice replied, As well as can be expected. There
were a few men who wanted to stay on the ship instead of going to the
surface, but I talked them into doing otherwise.
Sulu knew what that meant. Very well. He reset the commlink.
Mr. Valtane, Mr. Balatari, anything new on your project?
Valtane answered. Nothing to tell you, Captain. There are no
indications that a cloaked vessel of any sort in within the system. We
appear to be alone.
Sulu was skeptical of that opinion. Continue, Mr. Valtane. I
want to know any development, however small.
Sulu turned off the commlink and stared at the viewscreen at
Relpek IV. Things are too quiet, he thought. But God knows, I hope Im
wrong.
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Subject: Renewal Part 7
Date: 6 May 1995 17:27:40 GMT
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CHAPTER SIX
BEFORE THE STORM
Captain John Harriman stepped onto the bridge of his ship with
reluctance. Not about his command abilities; they had been adequately
cushioned by his conversation with Admiral Turner. His concerns were
now centered on the condition of the Enterprise.
The damage to the main deflector was never repaired. In the
three days that had followed the meeting with Turner, the port nacelle strut
had been repaired to 82% of its usual maximum strength, the full crew had
been assigned to their duties, the photon torpedoes and tractor beam had
been installed, and most of the holes in the hull were sealed. An extra
structural integrity field generator was installed in an empty cargo bay to
assist the normal field in keeping the ship together.
All the work had been completed by teams working around the
clock under the masterful command of Captain Montgomery Scott. Admiral
Turner had assigned Scott to the Enterprise in order to, as the admiral so
succinctly put it, keep the damn thing together. Harriman was far from
happy with that idea.
In addition, Commander Chekov had replaced his own first officer
under the command of the Admiralty. All that was left of his original crew
was Demora Sulu, and she was only the navigator. And here he was getting
ready to move on to Vulcan, to transport the most famous ambassador in
Federation history to a dangerous peace summit in the Romulan Neutral
Zone.
This command was not going the way he had envisioned.
Ensign Sulu, he said as he slipped into his command chair,
initiate procedures from leaving Spacedock.
Chekov chuckled from behind Harriman. Demora, are you sure
you dont want to leave dock at one quarter impulse?
Demora laughed, and suddenly Harriman felt like he was missing
something, Oh, no, Commander, I heard about that one already.
Harriman cleared his throat and replied, Forward thrusters only,
Ensign. Once out of Spacedock, set a course for Vulcan, warp... Harriman
cursed under his breath and called engineering. Mr. Scott, what the hell is
our maximum speed?
The Scottish engineer sighed before answering. The engines will
not give you anything above warp five point two, captain.
Are you sure, Mr. Scott?
Well, now, maybe I can get you to warp six if I tried.
Harriman turned and gave Chekov a puzzled look. Does he
always do that? Chekov merely shrugged and continued to monitor the
ships functions.
Very well, Harriman said with an amused grin. Ensign, set
course for Vulcan at warp, um, warp six.
Aye, sir, Demora replied, suppressing a smile.
Well, I can say this, Harriman thought. This should be an
interesting mission...
* * * *
Ambassador Sarek stood atop Mount Gol, letting the memories of
his many years take hold. It was not long ago that a courageous man
named James T. Kirk stood here as his dear friend Spock was reborn, at the
cost of everything Kirk held close to his heart. Sarek wondered at his
emotional response to this thought. Humans might feel pride in having
known such a man, but a Vulcan?
Sareks train of thought led him to his memories of Amanda. She
had done so much for him in her time, keeping his perspective open to the
emotional ideas of a thousand cultures. Her recent death, he thought, must
be the cause of my more emotional state of mind. Of course, that was why
he had come to Gol.
Soon the Enterprise would be arriving to take him to Relpek IV,
where his son and the Romulans awaited. So illogical, he thought, to
expect peace with the Romulans. But I must give him this chance. The loss
of his son, it appeared, had softened his attitudes towards him. His
miraculous resurrection at the hands of TLar had heightened Sareks
appreciation of him.
The shrill signal from the nearby commlink disturbed his thoughts.
He had been concerned that bringing such a device to Gol would be
disruptive, but he could not dismiss his need for solitude or the need to be
contacted. Yet another of the problems that dealing with the Romulans had
created.
He flicked the switch on the commlink and said softly, What is it?
His aides carefully modulated tone burst through the speaker.
The Enterprise is due to arrive in one standard hour. It is suggested that
we be ready to leave Vulcan before that time.
Of course, Sarek agreed. I will return to my home within the
next ten minutes. He turned the commlink off and detached it from the
wall. He placed the small panel in his cloak and began the long walk to
the land below.
* * * *
Captain Harriman was waiting in the transporter room when
Ambassador Sarek dematerialized. Harriman had dealt with Vulcans
before, but never one so well known. He had to fight the immediate
compulsion to thrust his hand out in welcome, and so he clasped them tight
behind his back. On the other hand, Chekov and Scott stood comfortably,
as if this were just another mundane visitor on yet another pleasure cruise.
The ambassador steeped down from the transporter pad and
came within a few feet of Harriman. Captain, I thank you for consenting
to give myself and my staff passage to the Relpek system. In order to best
serve the interests of the Federation, I suggest we leave without further
delay.
Of course, sir, I mean, ambassador, Harriman said haltingly.
He touched the comm panel on the wall beside him. Ensign, set course to
the Romulan Neutral Zone, warp six.
Sarek raised an eyebrow in surprise. That speed is still
attainable by your ship? What of the damage to the engineering hull?
To beg your pardon, sir, Scotty began, but we placed a
secondary structural field on the hull to keep it together.
Of course. Mr. Scott, Sarek said as he sauntered over to the old
engineer. I should have suspected. I take it the secondary field was your
idea?
Well, sir, Scotty said with a laugh, it wouldnt be the first
time.
Sarek nodded his agreement, and turned to Chekov.
Commander, I am told that you are first officer of this vessel for the
remainder of this mission. I find this to be acceptable.
Chekov had been around Vulcans long enough to know the
statement was a compliment. Thank you, sir.
Sarek returned to Harrimans side. Now, captain, I would like
to see my quarters.
Harriman cleared his throat and said, Well, sir, I was thinking
of having a small dinner in honor of your arrival on the Enterprise.
Sarek stared directly into Harrimans eyes. I think it would be
wise for me to take the time between now and our arrival at Relpek IV to
study the situation in its most recent detail. A dinner would not serve such
a purpose.
Both Scotty and Chekov knew the implications of such a
statement. Sarek was very displeased with Harriman.
Harriman, as usual, had no idea what was happening around
him. Of course, ambassador, I understand completely. Please follow me.
Sarek watched dispassionately as Scotty and Chekov gave each
other a knowing glance, and followed the captain.
* * * *
Captain Sulu was still sitting restlessly in his command chair
when he heard a loud signal from the communications station. Rand
whirled in her seat and quickly responded. Her face went pale as the
message was received.
Sulu jumped from his seat to her side. What is it?
Its a message from Starfleet Command, captain. Word just came
in about the death of the Romulan Praetor last night. He was murdered in
his sleep. No one was charged with the crime.
Thats it, then, Sulu said, straightening up. All hands on yellow
alert! Mr. Valtane, please tell me that you found a way to modify the
sensor array!
Balataris voice came across the link. We gave it all we had sir,
but even with the information about the ion trails, we cant detect a single
cloaked single in the system.
That means that they probably fixed their impulse drive to mask
the trail, Sulu muttered. Very well, I want you to redirect power from the
nonessential decks to the sensor array, and expand that range! I want to
know about every visible ship in the quadrant.
Aye, sir, Balatari replied. The shields will be at peak efficiency
at a moments notice.
Sulu nodded and turned to Lojur. Be prepared to break orbit if
necessary. Well stay over Relatos as long as we can, but if were
attacked...
Understood, sir.
Sulu leaned back in his chair. His crew was doing their job with
precision. He stared at the forward view, watching, waiting for the attack
he knew was to come.
* * * *
On the Romulan Warbird Deathbird, Commander Talanak
listened silently as the news of the Praetors death was received. There were
no tears among his crew, no words of honor or glory. The crew of the
Deathbird had been waiting for months to hear the news. The commander
especially.
So the time has come. The time, my friends, for vengeance is
here. To avenge our brothers and sisters who were killed by the Federation
cowards on Relpek III. To gain our honor and our true place among the
ranks of the Romulan elite. To destroy the weaklings who would conquer
us.
The time has come, my friends, for war!
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CHAPTER SEVEN
THE PRAETORS TALON
Sulu jumped out of his chair as the proximity alarms began to
wail. Lojur whirled in his seat and checked the tactical screen. Incoming
Romulan Warbirds!
From where, mister? Sulu asked as he approached from behind.
I cant get a definitive vector, captain. Its like they are coming
in from everywhere!
Sulu cursed and hit the comm switch on the navigational panel.
Mr. Valtane, we have Romulan Warbirds assuming an attack posture, ETA
two minutes at the most. How the hell did they get this close?
Valtanes voice was difficult to hear over the alarms. I cant
explain it, captain. The Warbirds are supposed to have only sublight
capability, which means to get that close they would have to sneak in under
cloak on impulse. But a Warbird discharges an ion trail when under
impulse...
And last time I checked, Balatari cut in, they didnt fix that
problem.
Sulu considered for a moment. Then its obvious that the
Romulans found a way to incorporate warp technology to the Warbird
design.
Impossible! Balatari replied. The design simply isnt
compatible!
With Federation models, maybe, Valtane said as he strode onto
the bridge from the turbolift. But what about the Klingons?
Possible, I suppose, Balatari said with obvious doubt. It would
be one damn interesting piece of work, I tell you that.
Sulu nodded. And we know that the Romulans have been
supplied by the Klingons for thirty years. This has probably been in mind
for a while. What is our status?
Valtane slipped into his seat at the science station. Shields at
optimum, phasers ready, torpedoes locked and loaded. Targeting is having
trouble, though; the signals keep fading in and out.
How many vessels attacking? Sulu asked as he took his own
seat.
Six in total. Four in plane with us, one above and one below.
The four in plane are all ninety degrees to each other.
A nice spherical trap, Mr. Valtane. Lojur, break orbit and
prepare to go to manual.
Lojur went pale and turned to face Sulu. Manual?
You have hearing problems, mister?
Lojur simply turned back to his panel, shaking his head. Aye,
sir, ready for, um, manual operation.
Sulu smiled, relishing the activity. Four days in orbit above
Relpek IV might have been peaceful, but it was also boring.
Collins stepped onto the bridge and stormed over to the weapons
console. Targeting has the nearest Warbird on lock, captain.
Sulu considered. Ready on phasers. Hold fire until I give the
order.
The screen shifted to a large tactical display. The six Warbirds
traced out a slowly collapsing octahedron with the Excelsior in the center.
Sulu watched as the small enemy vessels approached his vessels firing
range.
Steady, steady, the first Warbird came into range, now! Fire
on the ship directly ahead and come about at 45 mark 280!
Lojur swore as the sound of the phasers lancing out at the target
filled the ship.
No effect on the Warbird, Valtane said. Incoming from all
directions!
The ship bucked as photon torpedoes from all six Warbirds hit
the shields. Sulu checked the shield strength. We held. Good! Now come
hard about, firing aft and forward torpedoes.
Sulu watched the stars on the forward view whirl as the ship
made its hard turn. A Warbird seemed to streak within meters of the
bridge, firing phasers as it went.
One target hit, shields reduced to half strength. Our own aft
shields are at eighty percent and holding.
The tactical showed that as the Excelsior shot away from the
planet at its awkward angle, the Warbirds gave close pursuit. It looks as
though the commanders in that attack pattern were only given pointers on
a good entrance, Sulu inferred. So now they are on their own, and being
predictable. Mr. Lojur, increase speed to warp point nine. He hit the
comm switch. Mr. Balatari, I want a small burst of warp speed at my
command. Can I get it?
Her voice was filled with the anger of a parent watching her son
get pummeled. Yes, captain, but I cant say Ill be happy about it.
Thats all I ask. Now lets pull the nice little Warbirds along on
our string. The ship rocked as more torpedoes slammed into the aft
shields.
Captain, Valtane said with a less than tolerant tone, the aft
shields are going to fail any minute.
Thank you, Mr. Valtane, Ill keep that in mind. Let me see
tactical. The screen showed the six Warbirds pursuing the Excelsior in a
tight circular formation.
Typical Romulan thinking, Sulu muttered happily. Mr.
Valtane, how large is the space in the center of that formation?
Valtane stared at Sulu for a second, then made the calculation.
About half a kilometer, sir. Youre not thinking...
Oh, yes I am, Sulu replied with a grin. Mr. Lojur, finesse the
ship into line with a vector that intersects that circular formation in the
exact center.
Lojur made some small corrections and then answered, Done,
sir.
Reduce speed to one quarter impulse and fire all weapons
directly ahead!
The ship lurched as the inertial dampeners strained. The
structural integrity field monitors began to call their warning. The forward
view exploded in phaser fire and torpedo detonations just as the
unsuspecting Romulans attempted to veer off.
Status! Sulu exclaimed.
Valtane sounded extremely relieved. Three Warbirds destroyed,
captain. Two others lost their aft shields and are attempting to compensate.
The other ship is undamaged and returning to Relpek IV.
Damn, Sulu cursed, punching his armrest. The medical
personnel. Lets quickly take care of these two and return to the system.
Where are they?
Each Warbird has come about to either side and has assumed a
direct course to our location.
Sulu quickly made some calculations and smiled. All stop.
Shunt all shield power equally to each side. Let them come to us.
Valtane shook his head and exclaimed, Captain, thats not a
good idea, the shields will be lost in seconds!
Sulu raised his hand to cut of further objections. So far the
Romulans have shown poor command skills. The Praetors successor
probably only had a small number of experienced commanders under his
wing. Most of the well-trained and highly honored commanders must have
stood by the old Praetor, knowing what a war with the Federation would
mean. These commanders still havent learned what a real space battle is
like. Look at how they attacked. A cage formation followed by, of all
things, a tight circular formation. They grouped themselves into a nice
little point so we could hit them all at once. And now they think that we
will have to choose either target and leave ourselves vulnerable to the other
side.
Are you telling me theyre wrong?
Sulu smiled. Just watch.
The two officers stared at the tactical view as the two Warbirds
approached and began to fire. The ship trembled as the shields began to
fail.
Sir, our shields are down to thirty percent...twenty...
Sulu sat calmly as the two ships came closer and closer.
Captain, shields down to ten percent...five!
Sulu hit the comm switch. Mr. Balatari, warp one, now! Mr.
Collins, fire aft torpedoes!
The Excelsior sprang into life and launched an array of torpedoes.
The weapons fire from the two Warbirds suddenly had no target, save the
opposing Warbird. As they tried to escape each others barrage, the
torpedoes from the Excelsior tore through their shields.
See what I mean? Sulu said as he walked over to the science
station. Let me see our damage.
The shields are down and will remain down until Balatari can
stop working to keep the ship from falling apart. We have some minimal
damage to the outer hull on deck fifteen through eighteen, but all systems
are operative on those decks. Evacuation is not yet necessary.
Weapon systems?
Still fully operational. I dont suggest a battle without shields,
captain.
I dont relish the thought either, Mr. Valtane, but that last
Warbird is heading for a defenseless medical staff on Relpek IV. We have
to stop it. Sulu looked up from the screen. Mr. Lojur, time to intercept.
Forty seconds, sir.
Sulu cursed. Then we have little option. We fight without
shields. He turned to Rand, who was busy sending out warnings to the
last Warbird. Mr. Rand, who are we dealing with?
The markings show it to be the Praetors Talon, captain.
The command ship, maybe? That might explain why it
remained undamaged. Capability?
Valtane brought its specs up on his screen. Full shields, standard
Klingon phaser and torpedo technology. Those strange humps on the back
of the ship must be the rigged warp drive and nacelle system.
Sulu pointed to the warp configuration. That drive must force
the shields to overlap in a different pattern than usual.
Valtane shifted the view to an analysis of the Talons shields.
Their configuration is identical to standard Warbird operation.
They didnt compensate for the new hull shape! Check the
overlaps for any weak link.
Valtane quickly started his analysis. Sulu turned to Lojur and
asked, How long do we have?
Interception in ten.
Sulu turned to Valtane and said tensely, Lets have that analysis
now, mister.
Valtane pointed to Collins in sudden motion. Collins, the shield
overlap directly in front of the warp drive...
Collins checked his panel and nodded. Two photon torpedoes,
closely spaced, one behind the other...
Interception! Lojur screamed.
The Praetors Talon turned about above Relpek IV as the Excelsior
dropped from warp. The Talon fired a barrage of phaser fire that strafed
the saucer section, sending crewmen flying across the bridge.
Hard to port, Mr. Lojur! Mr. Collins, fire those torpedoes!
The Excelsior jerked hard to the side, firing as it went. Sulu saw
the Talon fire one last torpedo as it exploded.
Mr. Lojur, pull us up, pull us up!
The Excelsior lifted its saucer section in an attempt to evade the
torpedo. Just as Sulu thought they were in the clear, he felt the ship
tremble as the torpedo impacted.
The torpedo ripped through the front of the engineering section,
tearing the metal apart in the process. The wave of destruction continued
through the outer hull into the section itself, shattering the main deflector
dish and sending its systems through the Relpek atmosphere.
Sulu watched the engineering panel on the bridge overload and
send the ensign manning it to the floor in agony. He leapt to her side,
slapping the comm switch on the way. Dr. Sekar, we need a medic on the
bridge! And start sending your staff to the engineering decks, we have
casualties!
Balatari jumped onto the commlink. Captain, we have more
than a few wounded here. The warp engines are down and Im going to
have more than enough trouble getting you shields and partial impulse.
Understood, Mr. Balatari. Mr. Valtane, give me something to
work with!
Valtane pulled himself into his chair and called up the damage
reports. The main deflector dish is gone, and the communications systems
are completely destroyed. The shields are still off-line, no warp
capability. We presently have no impulse. Phasers are at quarter strength,
but that is barring any further combat. Our two main torpedo tubes went
with the main deflector, but the other tubes can take up the slack.
Sulu sighed hard and stood up, taking in the bridge. Rand was
nursing a wound on her forehead that was freely bleeding. Lojur looked
shaken but otherwise healthy, as was Valtane. Collins was holding his
right arm, which appeared to be broken.
So we cant move. We have limited firepower. And no way to
call for assistance. Can things get any worse around here?
* * * *
Commander Talanak laughed on the bridge of the Romulan
Warbird Deathbird.
So, the great flagship of the Federation Starfleet has survived our
little surprise. Im not at all shocked, those fools in command of our
vessels had no sense of strategy. I give them such a beautiful attack pattern
and they foul it up with dreams of quick success.
Talanak leaned over the antecenturian at the communications
station. Send word to the second attack squadron that they should begin
immediately.