STAR TREK - TOS - New Voyages 1

STAR TREK:

THE NEW VOYAGES

Edited by

Sondra Marshak and Myrna Culbreath

For Sondra’s mother, Mrs. Anna Tornheim Hassan-”Mama” to us both now, and “Mama” wherever

Star Trek’s Camelot convenes.

And for Alan Marshak, Royalty with a touch of Merlin thrown in, without whose magic and

magicnanimity our voyages wouldn’t have been possible.

Foreword

Acknowledgments

Introduction to Ni Var

Ni Var

Introduction to Intersection Point

Intersection Point

Introduction to The Enchanted Pool

The Enchanted Pool

Introduction to Visit to Weird Planet Revisited

Visit to a Weird Planet Revisited

Introduction to The face on the Barroom floor

The face on the Barroom floor

Introduction to The Hunting

The Hunting

Introduction to The Winged Dreamers

The Winged Dreamers

Introduction to The Mind-Sifter

Mind-Sifter

Sonnet from the Vulcan: Omicron Ceti Three

Foreword

Those of us who were involved in makingStar Trek are proud of our creation. There are things we might

have done differently, and certainly there are things we might have done hotter, but we tried always to

make it the very best we could under the circumstances of the television system, budget, time, fatigue,

personal talent, and other restrictions facing us.

Star Trekwas not a one-man job, although it was something that was very personal to me-my

own statement of who and what this species of ours really is, where we are now, and something of where

we may be going. I have always been particularly grateful thatStar Trek became an equally personal and

meaningful thing to so many others. This includes those who made their own invaluable contributions to

the show-from the stars and episode writers and production staff to the technicians and crew of the set. It

was bone-crushing, exhausting work that often drained every drop of creative juice and plain stamina we

had. And we wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

There was a kind of magic on the set in those days. TheEnterprise, its crew, and its universe

became very real to us; it became our own affirmation that the human adventure is far from over and, in

fact, may be only in its beginnings.

Certainly the loveliest happening of all for us was the fact that so many others began to feel the

same way. Television viewers by the millions began to takeStar Trek to heart as their own personal

optimistic view of the human condition and future. They fought for the show, honored it, cherished it,

wrote about it-and have continued to do their level best to make certain that it will live again.

It will.

You know, it was our old joke that, contrary to the opinion of various network executives, we

thought that there must be an intelligent life form out there beyond the television tube. But we never

expected anything like the outpouring of comments, interest, and affection that occurred.

We were particularly amazed when thousands, then tens of thousands of people began

creating their own personalStar Trek adventures. Stories, and paintings, and sculptures, and cookbooks.

And songs, and poems, and fashions. And more. The list is still growing. It took some time for us to fully

understand and appreciate what these people were saying. Eventually we realized that there is no more

profound way in which people could express whatStar Trek has meant to them than by creating their

own very personalStar Trek things.

Because I am a writer, it was theirStar Trek stories that especially gratified me. I have seen

these writings in dog-eared notebooks of fans who didn’t look old enough to spell “cat.” I have seen

them in meticulously produced fanzines, complete with excellent artwork. Some of it has even been done

by professional writers, and much of it has come from those clearly on their way to becoming

professional writers. Best of all, all of it was plainly done with love.

It is now a source of great joy for me to see their view ofStar Trek, their newStar Trek

stories, reaching professional publication here. I want to thank these writers, congratulate them on their

efforts, and wish them good fortune on these and further of their voyages into other times and dimensions.

Good writing is always a very personal thing and comes from the writer’s deepest self.Star Trek was

that kind of writing for me, and it moves me profoundly that it has also become so much a part of the

inner self of so many other people.

Viewers like this have proved that there is a warm, loving, and intelligent life form out

there.-and that it may even be the dominant species on this planet.

That is the highest compliment and the greatest repayment that they could give us

GENE RODDENBERRY

Acknowledgments

Our warmest thanks go to the creators ofStar Trek -not only for what they say here, but for

their generosity in saying it, and-most of all-forStar Trek.

Our heartfelt thanks go to a very special friend, Carol Frisbie. Greater love hath no man-or

woman-than to type for a friend. And Carol did it in uncounted latenight hours and all-night stands,

producing reams of crisp, clean typescript-far more than can finally appear in this volume-meeting

deadlines, and remaining cheerful and even sane. Thanks, Carol, beyond measure.

Finally, we must particularly thank all the writers ofStar Trek fiction-not only the few who are

represented here, but also the many who are not. In anyone book, the choices suddenly become painfully

narrow, and much that we would have liked to include simply is not here, because of such considerations

as time, length, variety, and balance. We thank the many writers who sent us published and unpublished

manuscripts and hope to remedy many of the omissions in the future-in many future voyages. *

[*Manuscripts may be sent to us at Box 14261, Baton Rouge, La. 70808. Please send two copies.

Your comments are also welcome and may find their way into future works, although we may not be able

to answer them individually. ]

Introduction:

The Once and future Voyages

Man’s most shining legends of heroes always seem to carry the dream that the heroes will

return again. King Arthur win rise-the once and future king. Camelot will live again, and does, at least in

the minds of men.

Star Trekwas just such a shining legend, for one brief moment, a few brief years-a living

legend of heroes and high deeds, of courage, glorious quests, splendid loves found and lost.

It was the most shining legend of all-man’s truest legend, seen at last: the legend not of a

golden age lost, but of one yet to be found.

A golden age yet to be found, never to be forgotten, always to live again; those who sawStar

Trek in that way could not let it die...and did not.

They were not content to live with the memory.

They wanted to see the legend live again, real and whole, in their own time and for years to

come-with new voyages, new quests, new loves, new windows into that golden future yet to be found.

They fought for that.

And they won.

Through the efforts of people who love it, in a real-life saga rivaling any legend of a quest for

the Grail,Star Trek does live again.

It will live again on the screen.

And it lives here.

These are the new voyages.

Here, for the first time, are the old heroes ofStar Trek living their legend again in new stories,

never seen on the screen, never published in a book.

For seven lean years there wasno newStar Trek fiction published, with the single exception of

the James Blish novelSpock Must Die.1

Star Trekfiction publication was limited to the adaptations of the aired episodes2and later of

the animation episodes.3

Such was the hunger forStar Trek that those tales of the old voyages sold in the millions of

copies. But there were no new voyages.

That is, there were none that were available to the general public.

ButStar Trek fiction, like the show itself, never did die.

It, too, was kept alive by people who loved it. That story is told inStar Trek Lives!4-which

gives some reasons for that love, and undertakes the first serious analysis of theStar Trek fiction that was

being written in those years.

It can be called “fan fiction.” It is that, but it is more than that; it is simplyStar Trek fiction.

It is fan fiction of the kind that people write for one single, simple reason: they cannot help

themselves.

It was not written for money. During all those years, for legal reasons, there was no possibility

of publishingStar Trek fiction professionally, and it seemed certain that there never would be.

Yet many professional writers and those on the way to becoming professionals wrote it as

cheerfully and as passionately as those who had never written anything before, even knowing that it could

never be published except in small fan magazines-”fanzines”-put out for and by fans.

That expectation would have been correct, except for another remarkable “first” for the

remarkableStar Trek.

To our knowledge, this is the first time that the fan fiction of anything-any book, any

characters, any series-has reached professional publication.

Yet it isStar Trek’s peculiar fate to make the impossible seem inevitable.

The quality of much of this fiction was excellent. The hunger for newStar Trek was profound.

What, really, would make more sense than to let the millions in on the fiction that has so delighted the

thousands who were able to track it down in fanzines?

We asked. And we illustrated-showing the quality of the fiction and its range from high drama

to high humor.

Fortunately, we were presenting the idea to Frederik Pohl, himself a giant in the creation of

science-fiction legends, winner of many Hugo awards, a creative editor, and a delightful man about whom

sagas ought to be written. (And we just might try, Fred. You have been lovely to us from the very

beginning, and far beyond the call of duty.)

There are editors, and editors. He is in a class by himself. We have learned that a word from

him is as good as a bond. NeitherStar Trek Lives! nor this book would have been possible without his

judgment and that word.

Here, then, are a fewof the stories that most delighted us. They are hardly even the barest tip

of the iceberg of what we have available, but they are a beginning. (Manuscripts may be sent to us at Box

14261, Baton Rouge, Louisiana 70808.)

And they are realStar Trek, written with care and love, faithful to the sunlit universe in which

theEnterprise still flies on these voyages to strange new worlds.

In another impossibility that now seems inevitable (although it must be admitted that the

inevitable frequently requires careful arranging), the creators ofStar Trek have taken this as an

opportunity to express their appreciation of the people whose love has keptStar Trek alive and made it

live again.

The creators have very generously given of their time and thoughts to return some of that love,

with thanks.

Here, then, in their introductions to the present stories, you will find the current thoughts of the

living men and women who helped to create a living legend-their delight in its return, their hopes for its

future, their warm thanks to fans, writers, readers who have given it a future.

Here, also, you will find the creators’ thoughts, not only on the legend ofStar Trek and its

future, but on the future of man, of intelligent life on this strange world and others.

That, really, was whatStar Trek was all about; its once and future voyages ventured into the

shining sea of stars, and into the inner reaches of man, where no man has gone before-and where man

must go.

In these new voyages we see even more of the outer reaches, and the inner; and heroes who

live again, not in some ancient legend, but in a future that may be ours-and in a real, tough universe that is

nevertheless sunlit and shining.

Here are not merely bold knights and fair damsels, but flesh-and-blood men and women of

courage and achievement, knowing the value of love, and of laughter. They know also tears and terrors,

doubts and divisions, frailties and fears, yet they do not bemoan their fate, and they do not merely

endure; they prevail.

IfCamelot andMan of La Mancha are legends of glorious quests for the unattainable, then

Star Trek is our new dream, thepossible dream-to reach for the reachable stars.

No, we have not forgotten Camelot.

But if this be our new Camelot, even more shining-make the most of it.

Sondra Marshak

Myrna Culbreath

1James Blish,Spock Must Die. New York: Bantam Books, 1970.

2James Blish,Star Trek, Vols. 1-11. New York: Bantam Books, 1967-1975.

3Alan Dean Foster,Star Trek Logs, Vols. 1-5. New York: Ballantine Books, 1974-1975.

4Jacqueline Lichtenberg, Sondra Marshak, and Joan Winston,Star Trek Lives! New York:

Bantam Books, 1975.

Star Trek:

The New Voyages

Introduction to Ni Var

byLeonard Nimoy

I am reliably informed thatNi Var is a Vulcan term dealing with the dualities of things: two who are one,

two diversities that are a unity, two halves that come together to make a whole.

Perhaps that is singularly appropriate.

I have written a book titledI Am Not Spock- and,indeed, I am not.

Yet I know that in the minds of millions, in some sense, I am.

Certainly Spock is a part of me, and I of him.

I have spoken elsewhere of how the experience of thinking for Spock has affected my own

thinking,and my life.

Nor would Spock have been the same if I had thought for him differently or if it had been

someone other than I who gave him form and voice.

We are two who are one, in that sense, and yet still two.

I have my world and my life, and he has his, and somewhere we share something of both.

In another sense, Spock himself is a curious duality, as Claire Gabriel’s story graphically

illustrates. He stands astride two cultures, two worlds, even two biologies-Vulcan and Human.

He is man divided, as so many of us are divided in one way or another today. And yet he

creates a certain unity out of that division. He feels the stress of being pulled in different directions, but he

is not tom to his roots, and he turns the tension to creative purpose.

Perhaps for some of us who must live with division, he stands as a symbol of the fact that

division need not destroy.

Certainly he seems to stand as a symbol that diversity is, indeed, delightful. In a world where

that thought seemed strange and new only a decade ago, where mere color of skin could divide to the

point of murder, I was always startled and warmed by the fact that I could walk anywhere wearing the

face of an alien from a far place and be greeted only with love.

We could still use more love for different faces from closer to home, but we have made a start.

I would like to think that Spock and the vision of theStar Trek world where he had found

home and friendship away from home made some contribution to that, and can make more.

The fact that so many people have continued to see that in Spock and inStar Trek- andto

respond to it so warmly-still touches me.

None of us who have felt that tremendous outpouring of affection, warmth, love, devotion, can

be indifferent to it. It is, at times, almost overwhelming.

I am not Speck, and I would not deny a certain-you will pardon the expression-emotion, in

return.

Some of those people have told me that their response to Spock and toStar Trek is purely

“logical.”

The Vulcan in Spock would say, “One does not thank logic. But I think that his Human

half-and Leonard Nimoy-might be permitted to say: “Thank you.”

And I would not be surprised if the Vulcan were saying it, too.

Even a Vulcan would be hard-pressed not to be moved by the fact that there have been

people all these years quietly writing letters fighting for the return ofStar Trek, gathering in thousands and

tens of thousands in conventions, reading and watching the old voyages...and very quietly writing these

new voyages.

It is remarkable to see the depth of feeling and sensitivity of thought that have gone into that

writing.

Here is yet another duality-Spock as he was seen,Star Trek as it was perceived and reflected

to us like a mirror image.

It is a rare gift to be able to see ourselves as others see us; yet the people who have

responded toStar Trek have even given us that.

And if this is what they see, then perhaps the response is, in fact, “logical.”

But it is also a tribute to their own capacity to see, and they cannot be thanked enough for

that,.

Ni Var

byClaire Gabriel

Captain’s log, Stardate 6834.5. En route to R & R on Starbase Ten, theEnterprise has been

ordered to divert briefly to Fornax II in orderto pick up and transport to Starbase Ten a sealed

tape. The tape contains a partial record of the genetic research of Albar Exar, a native of

Fornax I. Dr. Exar, one of the most renowned geneticists in the galaxy, has voluntarily isolated

himself on Fornax II for six standard years. He and his wife, Shona, an Andorian biologist,

have lived and worked under a pressurized dome, and their son was born there. Dr. Exar has

reported that his work is not complete, but he wishes to have a sealed record tape of the

incomplete data stored in the Federation archives for reasons known only to himself, to be

opened only at his death. He has also requested that I and First Officer Spock beam down to

get the tape, and that no other crew members accompany us.

Albar Exar was almost seven feet tall, with an almost rectangular head set directly on his

shoulders. His skin was crimson, and his features prominent and finely chiseled. Jet-black hair fell to his

shoulders, and his resemblance to the Native Americans in the history of Kirk’s planet was enhanced by

his tunic, which was a soft tan material much like buckskin.

Exar’s Andorian wife was even more striking in appearance, Kirk thought. Shona was as tall

as Kirk, and her antennae gave her an other-earthly aura. Antennae or no, Shona was an extremely

attractive woman by any standards, and her Earth-sky-blue skin and silky white hair added to her

attractiveness even as they emphasized her alienness. But when Kirk greeted her politely before

addressing himself to her husband, she declined to answer, nodded briefly, and favored him and Spock

with a faint frown that was neither friendly nor unfriendly, but simply...preoccupied?

“Captain. Mr. Spock.” Exar had not risen from his chair when they had materialized in what

was apparently his living quarters. “Shona, perhaps the gentlemen would like a drink.”

Spock seemed interested in surveying the terrain, as usual, so Kirk took it upon himself to

answer for both of them. “Thank you very much, Dr. Exar, but I’m expecting a message from Star Fleet

Command, and my first officer-”

“Is a Vulcan,” Exar said quietly. “But only half Vulcan. Am I correct, Mr. Spock?”

Spock turned, for once obviously surprised. “Affirmative, Doctor. Is it of importance?”

“Of interest,” Exar said, and stirred painfully in his chair. Ill, Kirk realized, very ill “Together

with some of your scientific papers, which have contributed to my work on a private research project.”

“Indeed?” Spock said, but his attention had suddenly been caught by something outside the

window.

“Is that...the purpose of the sealed tape?” Kirk asked, drifting toward Spock.

“It is my greatest hope,” Exar said softly but fervently, “to be able to complete my research

myself.”

“I understood, Doctor,” Spock said without turning, “that you had only one child.”

Kirk could follow Spock’s intent gaze into the dome-garden now. And he saw them.

The two children were purplish in hue, each with a rectangular head of silky black hair through

which the Andorian antennae protruded. One of them was sitting astride the lowest limb of a tree,

examining the bark, his manner more than a little suggestive of the single-minded investigativeness of his

father’s race. The other was worrying one of his brother’s legs, obviously trying to pick a fight, and as

single-minded in that pursuit as the other child was in his. The child on the tree limb ignored him. It was as

though he were not there.

But in size and appearance, they were absolutely identical.

“Wehad only one child,” Exar said from behind them. “Shortly after his birth, severe

physiological trauma developed, trauma that was directly caused by his hybrid makeup. I also

anticipated...problems of personality integration. I had been working for two years to perfect a

mechanical means of what might be called ‘hybrid twinning’ in layman’s terms. One of the ‘twins’ has the

internal physiology and the personality of Andorians, the other those of the natives of my planet. This,

gentlemen, is the substance of the material on the sealed tape. The research is not complete, but if ill luck

should befall me before it is, you can see what importance this discovery of mine will have in Federation

genetics. All hybrids are not as healthy as Mr. Spock is, as you know. If I cannot complete the research

myself, someone else must go on with it.”

“Now, wait a minute,” Kirk said softly. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve invented a

machine that can separate a living being into two identical, functional parts that look exactly alike but...”

And then he stopped.

After a moment Exar asked uneasily, “Captain, are you ill?”

“No.” Kirk settled his shoulders. When he had been “twinned” by the Transporter into

identical “wolf’ and “lamb”...”We...encountered a similar phenomenon once, on Alfa 177. It was not a

pleasant experience.”

“Captain...”

Spock. Not touching him, and yet it was as though Spock had laid his hand on Kirk’s

shoulder from behind.

“For anyone,” Kirk finished. Turning, he gave his friend what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

That was...over. “But I suppose this is hardly the same thing.” He turned to Exar.

“There are similarities, Mr. Spock. The paper that you published on the effects of Alfacite ore

on the matter-energy Transporter was the starting point of my research. I and my sons are deeply

indebted to you-on several counts.”

Spock now favored the scientist with an expressionless stare that somehow managed to

convey that he had no wish to be given credit for any part of Exar’s work. But Exar was not to be

discouraged.

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