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TransporterRoom One

to CaptainPicard

“Sir,” said the operator, “a crewman just arrived on my transporter pad.”

The captain glanced at Ben Zoma, who shrugged his shoulders. Obviously he didn’t know any more

about it thanPicarddid.

“I didn’t order any transports,” the captain noted. An even more disturbing question came to mind.

“Exactly where did she beam herefrom, Mr. Refsland? There aren’t any vessels registering on

our sensors.”

“That’s not clear, sir,” Refsland replied. “My instruments tell me she came from the direction of the

anomaly. But that doesn’t seem possible.”

“And who is it?”

A pause. “I’m not certain,” said Refsland.

“I hope this isn’t a joke, Mr. Refsland, because I’m not in the mood.”

“I recognize her,” said the transporter operator. “I just don’t knowwhich Lieutenant Asmund it is.”

As if on cue, both Idun and Gerda turned to look at the captain. Now he wascertain that it was a

joke.

“Mr. Refsland,” he said slowly, “bothLieutenant Asmunds are here with me on the bridge.”

Based uponStar Trek:

The Next Generation®

created by Gene Roddenberry

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Contents

In Memoriam..4

Acknowledgments.5

Chapter One.6

Chapter Two.14

Chapter Three.19

Chapter Four23

Chapter Five.28

Chapter Six.34

Chapter Seven.38

Chapter Eight42

Chapter Nine.46

Chapter Ten.52

Chapter Eleven.56

Chapter Twelve.60

Chapter Thirteen.64

Chapter Fourteen.67

Chapter Fifteen.71

Chapter Sixteen.75

Chapter Seventeen.79

Chapter Eighteen.83

Chapter Nineteen.87

Chapter Twenty.92

Epilogue.95

About the e-Book.96

InMemoriam

My friend Adam died two years ago on September 11, 2001, a victim of the attack on the World Trade

Center. He worked for Cantor Fitzgerald on what was the 101st floor of Tower One.

Adam was a bull, a physically powerful man who could easily have bench-pressed me if he had wished.

His strength was evident in his racquetball game, which few people knew as well as I did, since I had

played him on and off for nearly twenty years. His serves were rockets, his volleys laser shots. And it

was his style to go full tilt after every ball in play, no matter how remote his chances of hitting it, no matter

what kind of toll it took on his body.

If he lost a point, it would get him mad. And if I told him it was a good effort, it would only get him

madder. “It wasn’t a good effort,” he would tell me. “It sucked. Now shut up and serve.” It was his way

of firing himself up, rallying his resources.

Adam lived his whole life that way—full tilt, take no prisoners. As his wife, Fern, would tell you, he

wasn’t reserved by nature and he didn’t believe in moderation.

Some years ago, we were about to start a paintball game in the wilds of Pennsylvania when he saw that

a[vi]player on the opposing side was wearing a Nazi armband for a lark. Adam, being a Jew, demanded

that the player take the armband off. In fact, he was willing to take on not only the player but the player’s

half-dozen friends in order to make his point.

He made it. The guy took the armband off.

Adam was also aStar Trek fan, and a big one. We would often stand in the parking lot after a

racquetball game and talk about the latest TV episode or Pocket novel. And the remarkable thing was

how reverent he sounded in those discussions, how admiring of the people who came up with the stories

he enjoyed. He was like a little kid, dreaming little-kid dreams.

So when I got the chance to dramatize Jean-Luc Picard’s battlefield commission inThe Valiant, I gave

Picard’s predecessor Adam’s last name and I made his first name an amalgam of Adam’s kids’ names. If

I told you he got a kick out of it, it would be an understatement. He heldThe Valiant in his hands as if it

were the holiest relic he could imagine, the highest honor. And though I knew he would be happy about

what I’d done, I underestimated his gratitude.

After all, he had become a part of theStar Trek mythos.

In retrospect, I’m unutterably glad that I was able to do that for him. Had I waited even a year, he

would never have known about it.

I don’t know exactly how Adam perished. More than likely, because of where he was in the building, he

never[vii]knew what hit him. But I like to think he died trying to help others to escape, because that’s

unquestionably what he would have done if he had survived long enough. He would have picked up one

of the injured in those big arms of his and ignored his own safety to get that person out.

And I can tell you it wouldn’t have been just a “good effort.” It would have been agreat one.

Acknowledgments

This time around, the author would like to thank Margaret Clark, editor extraordinaire, for her loyalty,

dedication, and meticulous attention to detail; Scott Shannon, the best darn publisher a guy could have;

and Paula Block of Viacom, whose insight and understanding have been invaluable in this and so many

other projects.

Also deserving of praise are science guru Dave Domelen, the always-witty Bob Manojlovich, Jim

McCain (whose crab boil may actually get used some day), Mel Orr, Ryan McReynolds and his brother

Scott, Simon Cooper, Geoff Trowbridge, the mysterious Derek, Todd Kogutt, and Michael Schuster,

for reasons many and varied.

Finally, the author would like to acknowledge his lovely wife and two remarkable sons, whose

forbearance allowed him to complete this tome more or less on time.

ChapterOne

GERDA ASMUNDhad developed a certain level of awareness as a child, a sensitivity that came close

to the level of pure, untutored instinct.

At the moment, as she studied the updated data on her navigation monitor to see what kind of hazards

awaited theStargazer in the solar system they were approaching, that awareness told her she was being

watched. But it was experience that told her by whom.

Turning to her twin sister, Idun, who was sitting at the helm panel beside her, she said in a soft voice,

“Just behind you and to the right. At the engineering console.”

Idun’s brow creased ever so slightly. Then she cast a glance over her shoulder in the indicated direction.

When she returned her attention to her helm controls, it was with an air of puzzlement so subtle and

unobtrusive that only her sister was likely to recognize it.

[2]“Refsland?” said Idun.

William Refsland was the ship’s senior transporter operator—an efficient and responsible member of the

crew, by all accounts. But he displayed what was, in Gerda’s estimate, a single very annoying habit.

“He keeps staring at us,” she told her sister.

Idun smiled.

“What’s so funny?” Gerda asked.

“I’ll bet he’s fantasizing,” her sister said.

Gerda looked at her. “Fantasizing?”

“We’re twins,” Idun said, as if that were all the explanation Gerda needed.

“And?” said the navigator.

Her sister sighed. “Refsland is probably imagining what it would be like to have sex with us.” Then,

seeing that Gerda was still perplexed, she added, “You know ... at the same time?”

Gerda realized her mouth was hanging open. She closed it. “Why do you say that?” she asked.

“It’s a fairly common daydream among human males,” said Idun. “You’ve never heard of it?”

“No,” said Gerda, uncomfortable with her ignorance. “I haven’t. But why would anyone want to have

sex with two people at once? Wouldn’t it be dangerous?”

“Only among Klingons,” Idun noted.

Gerda frowned. “Right. Stupid of me.”

Humans had a significantly gentler sex life than Klingons did—Gerda and her sister being notable

exceptions to that rule. Having been raised on the Klingon homeworld by a Klingon family, their sexual

hungers and behaviors had been formed in the steaming cauldron of their[3]adopted culture—much to

the chagrin of Gerda’s recently adopted lover, Carter Greyhorse.

Or at least, Gerda added, that was the way he had felt at first. After a while, Greyhorse had grown

accustomed to her decidedly Klingon brand of intimacy.

She glanced at Refsland again. He seemed intent on his console, where it was his job to periodically

study ambient conditions against the prospect of an emergency transport. But Gerda got the impression

that he was only biding his time before he snuck another peek at her and her sister.

The navigator felt a hot lump of anger lodge in her throat. It wasn’t the notion that Refsland wanted to

have sex with her that bothered her so much. It was the idea that he coveted her only because she was a

twin.

Without meaning to, she expressed the thought out loud.

“I know,” said Idun, though she didn’t sound particularly resentful. “It’s as if we’re a matched set of

bat’leths, valuable only because we’re exactly the same.”

Gerda shot another look at Refsland. He was talking to Paxton, the communications officer, and laughing

about something she couldn’t make out.

For their sake, Gerda hoped it wasn’t what shethought it was.

“Besides,” she pointed out, “if Refsland wants to have sex with two women at once, why does he prefer

that they look alike? Wouldn’t it be a more satisfying experience for him if they looked different from

each other?”

Idun grunted. “One would think so. Sometimes I find humans more difficult to understand than any other

species I’ve met—Vulcans included.”

Gerda nodded in agreement. And it didn’t seem to[4]help that she and her sister were humans

themselves.

As she thought that, she noticed that Refsland was leaving the bridge. With a sigh of relief, Gerda turned

back to her monitor and resumed her search for navigational hazards.

It was a job she did better than anyone else on theStargazer, Idun included. So much for their being

exactly the same, she reflected, putting the thought of Refsland and his irksome imagination aside.

Ensign Andreas Nikolas stopped in front of his captain’s featureless, gray ready-room door and

smoothed the front of his cranberry-colored uniform.

It would take a moment before the door chimed to letPicardknow there was someone outside it. The

ensign used that time to put himself in the right frame of mind. After all, it wasn’t every day he had a

private meeting with his captain.

Nikolas just wished he had some idea what it wasabout.

Finally, the duranium surface slid aside with an audible breath of air, revealing the warm but efficient

interior of Picard’s ready room. As Nikolas walked inside, he saw that the captain—a man only about

five years his senior—was studying some information on his computer monitor.

The ensign smiled deferentially. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

Picardturned to him and pointed to the chair on the other side of his sleek, black desk. “I did indeed,

Ensign. Have a seat.”

As Nikolas sat down, he saw Picard’s brow crease[5]ever so slightly. He didn’t think it was a good

sign.

But what had he done to deserve a reprimand? Nothing he could think of. Then what—?

“Prior to your arrival on theStargazer,” the captain began abruptly, “you had a reputation for being

impulsive, headstrong, and even—on occasion—insubordinate.”

True,Nikolas had to concede, if only to himself. But asPicardhimself had noted, that wasbefore the

ensign arrived on theStargazer.

“It appears you earned that reputation by virtue of several well-documented arguments with Academy

professors, colleagues, and superior officers.”

Nikolas frowned. True again. But—

“On at least two occasions,”Picardcontinued, “those arguments blossomed into actual fistfights.”

Nikolas could feel a caustic response coming on and he stifled it. Otherwise, he would be showing the

captain that the behavior he had described was still an issue.

“Permission to speak freely, sir?” he asked.

The captain sat back in his chair and nodded. “Go ahead.”

Nikolas leaned forward. “With all due respect, sir, I’ve done my best to put all that behind me. No one

has tried harder than I have to be a cooperative and productive member of this crew.”

“Without question,”Picardsaid, “you have done exemplary work here. Every officer with whom you’ve

come in contact has attested to that fact.”

The ensign didn’t get it. “Then ... why am I here?”

“You’re here,” said the captain, “because in the course of the last few weeks, you’ve twice been taken

to[6]sickbay with a rather spectacular collection of bruises and lacerations. And in both cases, it was the

result of injuries you had suffered in the ship’s gymnasium.”

Again, the facts were difficult to dispute.

“Considering your penchant for getting into fights before you joined us,”Picardwent on, “I am

concerned. If this is a step backward, I want to nip it in the bud.”

The ensign shook his head. “It’s not what you think, sir.”

“Then whatis it?”Picardasked.

“That first time,” said Nikolas, “was when I tried to stop Ensign Caber from beating up Lieutenant

Obal.”

The captain’s eyes narrowed. “A laudable gesture. However, Mr. Obal made it clear that he could take

care of himself. One wonders why it was necessary for you to intervene.”

“Sir,”Nikolas rejoined, suppressing a surge of indignation, “I had no way of knowing that Obal could

defend himself. I mean, he’s not exactly a mountain of muscle. For all I knew, Ensign Caber was going to

kill him.”

Picardconsidered the response. “You thought you had to go to your friend’s rescue. That’s certainly

understandable.” His gaze hardened. “Or rather, it would be, if that were the only instance of this sort of

behavior.”

The ensign knew where the captain was going next. “You’re talking about my sparring session with

Lieutenant Asmund.”

“I am,”Picardconfirmed. He tapped the screen of his computer monitor with a fingernail. “According to

Doctor Greyhorse’s report, at least one of the blows you took to your head was serious enough to cause

you to lose consciousness.”

[7]Nikolas sighed. “I didn’t expect it to go that far.”

“But itwas a sparring session. And your opponent was one of the most formidable hand-to-hand fighters

on the ship.”

“I know that now, sir. But at the time—”

“You had no idea. I believe that.” Nonetheless,Picardseemed unimpressed. “Where there is smoke,

Ensign, there is fire. And where there are fights, there is the will to engage in them.”

Nikolas groped for a way to assure the captain that he wasn’t going to get into any more fights. But in

the end, all he could say was “It won’t happen again.”

The captain looked at him. “I’m glad you said that. But it doesn’t set my mind at ease.”

What more can I do?Nikolas wondered silently.

“If I were you,” saidPicard,“I would take special care to avoid physical conflicts with my

colleagues—whether they start in anger or not.” His features softened. “It would be a shame to mar what

is becoming a most compelling case for promotion.”

Nikolas found himself smiling. “Promotion, sir?”

“That’s correct, Ensign. But if that’s to be even a possibility, you’ll have to show me that you can stay

out of sickbay. Understood?”

A promotion. Nikolas nodded. “Understood, sir.”

“In that case,” saidPicard,“you are dismissed.”

“Yes, sir,” the ensign responded. “Thank you, sir.”

And he left the captain’s ready room a lot more light-hearted than when he entered it.

* * *

[8]Vigo packed the last of the three uniforms he intended to take planetside with him. Then he closed his

gray plastic garment case, latched it, removed it from his bed, and placed it on the floor beside his

bedroom door.

TheStargazer’s chief weapons officer took a look around his quarters and decided that everything was

in order. With nothing to do until he was called down to the shuttlebay, he sat down on the room’s only

chair.

It was a bit too small for him. In fact, all the furniture in his quarters, indeed in the entire ship, was too

small. But then, he wasn’t the first Pandrilite who had been forced to overcome that problem in his

dealings with other species.

As Vigo reflected on that, he heard a soft, melodic chime. Getting up from his chair, he emerged from his

bedroom into the small anteroom beyond it and said, “Please come in.”

The doors to the anteroom parted, revealing his friend and colleague Pug Joseph. The ship’s acting

security chief, Joseph, was a stocky, sandy-haired man whose straightforwardness had endeared him to

the other members of the crew.

Vigo found it a refreshing quality in a species that often seemed to pride itself on its guile. Not that that

was all bad. It made the humans on board some of Vigo’s most challengingsharash’di partners.

“So,” said Joseph, “all packed?”

“As a matter of fact,” said Vigo, “I am.”

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