Star Trek - TNG - A Time to Kill

Contents

Chapter 1U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 2Tezwa

Chapter 3Earth

Chapter 4Qo’noS

Chapter 5U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 6Tezwa

Chapter 7U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 8Tezwa

Chapter 9I.K.S. Taj

Chapter 10U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 11Earth

Chapter 12U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 13Tezwa

Chapter 14U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 15An Undisclosed Location

Chapter 16U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 17Qo’noS

Chapter 18U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 19Qo’noS

Chapter 20U.S.S. Enterprise-E—Shuttle Hangar

Chapter 21U.S.S. Enterprise-E—Bridge

Chapter 22Tezwa Orbit

Chapter 23Tezwa—Solasook Peninsula, 0200 Hours Local Time

Chapter 24Tezwa—Nokalana Sea, 1000 Hours Local Time

Chapter 25Tezwa—Mount Ranakar, 1400 Hours Local Time

Chapter 26Tezwa—Linoka Forest, 1810 Hours Local Time

Chapter 27Tezwa—Kolidos Desert, 0615 Hours Local Time

Chapter 28Tezwa—Mokana Basin, 2220 Hours Local Time

Chapter 29Earth

Chapter 30Tezwa—Keelee-Kee

Chapter 31Qo’noS

Chapter 32Earth Orbit—McKinley Station

Chapter 33An Undisclosed Location

Chapter 34Tezwa—Solasook Peninsula, 0256 Hours Local Time

Chapter 35Tezwa—Kolidos Desert, 0658 Hours Local Time

Chapter 36Tezwa—Nokalana Sea, 1116 Hours Local Time

Chapter 37Tezwa—Mount Ranakar, 1525 Hours Local Time

Chapter 38Tezwa—Mokana Basin, 2328 Hours Local Time

Chapter 39Tezwa—Linoka Forest, 1931 Hours Local Time

Chapter 40Qo’noS

Chapter 41Tezwa—Keelee-Kee

Chapter 42U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 43Tezwa—Solasook Peninsula, 0337 Hours Local Time

Chapter 44Tezwa—Mokana Firebase, 2350 Hours Local Time

Chapter 45Kolidos Firebase—0752 Hours Local Time

Chapter 46Tezwa—Linoka Firebase, 1955 Hours Local Time

Chapter 47Tezwa—Nokalana Firebase, 1157 Hours Local Time

Chapter 48Tezwa—Mount Ranakar, 1602 Hours Local Time

Chapter 49Qo’noS

Chapter 50U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 51Tezwa—Keelee-Kee

Chapter 52U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 53I.K.S. veScharg’a

Chapter 54U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 55Tezwa—Keelee-Kee

Chapter 56Tezwa—Kolidos Firebase

Chapter 57Tezwa—Mokana Basin

Chapter 58Tezwa—Mount Ranakar

Chapter 59U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 60Tezwa—Keelee-Kee

Chapter 61U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 62Tezwa—Kinchawn’s Redoubt

Chapter 63U.S.S. Enterprise-E

Chapter 64Qo’noS

Chapter 65Earth Orbit—McKinley Station

Chapter 66Qo’noS

Chapter 67Tezwa—Keelee-Kee

Chapter 68An Undisclosed Location

Chapter 69Tezwa—Mokana Basin

Acknowledgments

About the Author

“Vale, How are

the Klingons Doing?”

“Not good,” Vale said. “The birds-of-prey are gone. The cruisers are firing at the planet.”

Riker immediately pictured Captain Picard and Deanna in the Tezwan capital, on the receiving end of a

Klingon torpedo barrage. Then he made an educated guess about what another hit from Tezwa’s

planet-based artillery would do to theEnterprise.

“Helm,” he said. “Set a course for the Tezwan capital. We’re going in to get the captain.”

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The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.

—T. S. Eliot,Murder in the Cathedral

Chapter 1

U.S.S. Enterprise-E

THE BLASTER PULSE STRETCHEDwith a surreal, elastic quality as it missed Commander William

Riker, who had been pushed out of harm’s way at the final moment by his father, Kyle Riker. The

audible sizzle of the beam striking Kyle was muffled by the older man’s agonized shout. Kyle fell, leaden

and limp. His creased face was slackened and blank, the defiant spark of his life robbed from him by a

bloodthirsty Bader gunman. Kyle struck the floor next to Will. His age-softened body landed with an

unceremonious thud, the sickly-sweet reek of his charred flesh overpowering in the frigid, subarctic air….

Commander William Riker shuddered awake from his nightmare. Hot tears of anger stung his eyes. The

desperate expression of his murdered father’s face haunted his sight like an afterimage.

He couldn’t count how many times during his childhood his father had admonished him, “Boys don’t cry,

Will.” For as long as he had strived to break free of his father’s influence, he’d never been able to

emancipate himself of the old man’s damnable yoke of stoicism.

Not until now.

He turned his head and looked at Deanna Troi, his on-again, off-again, then on-again lover—and now

his fiancée. She slept next to him, her cascade of dark hair spilling wildly across a pair of broad pillows.

Her face was serene in the pale glow of starlight.

He checked the chronometer. It was just after 0400 hours. Taking care not to wake Deanna, he inched

his arm out from under the covers. He gently folded back the sheets and sat up. He looked back at her.

Her breaths were long and deep, her slumber untroubled. A more selfish man might have envied her;

Riker took comfort in her peaceful repose and half-smiled, grateful for the good fortune that had brought

his sweetImzadi into his life.

Scratching at his beard, he stood and walked out into the main room. Closing his eyes, he stopped in

front of the row of sloping, narrow windows in the ceiling and gazed at the cold, sterile beauty of the

stars. He took a long breath, one deep enough that he could feel it press his chest outward. He held it,

savored it for a moment, then let it go. He marveled at the feeling, at how he could take for granted the

very tides of his own life and death.A thousand times a day we breathe in and we’re full, he thought.A

thousand times a day we breathe out and we’re empty.

Empty was how he’d felt every day since he’d watched his father die. Since the moment he saw a

lifetime of unfinished business become an eternity of missed opportunities.

Perhaps it had been irony—or an example of karmic balance—but less than a week ago, upon returning

from his father’s appropriately terse and unsentimental funeral, Riker had been contacted by Admiral

Kathryn Janeway, who’d offered him the captain’s chair on theTitan.

The ship, she’d said, was still in spacedock undergoing a final series of upgrades and mandatory

inspections. It would be ready for active duty in a few months. Riker had asked for time to think it over,

and she’d graciously agreed. But she’d also made it clear the offer wouldn’t remain open indefinitely.

For most career Starfleet officers, an offer such as this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot at command. For

those lucky few who were invited to take their place in the big chair, the very rarity of the offer made the

decision to say yes easy and immediate. Riker, on the other hand, held the dubious distinction of having

refused more offers of command than any other active Starfleet officer. Almost fifteen years ago, he’d

chosen to serve as Captain Jean-Luc Picard’s first officer aboard theEnterprise -D rather than take

command of theDrake. Roughly eighteen months later, he’d declined Starfleet’s offer to captain theAries.

For most officers, refusing two commands in less than two years would be the end of their career track.

But Riker was offered a third bite at the apple, during the Borg crisis of 2366, when Starfleet Command

all but begged him to take command of theMelbourne. He’d passed up that chance, as well, but shortly

afterward received a field promotion to captain of theEnterprise -D when Picard was captured by the

Borg and transformed temporarily into Locutus.

A few days later, after Riker had risked everything to save his captured commanding officer, he’d heard

the whispers of theEnterprise crew, most of whom couldn’t believe he’d actually requested demotion to

his former rank of commander so he could continue to serve as Picard’s trusted Number One.

That was more than twelve years ago, and since then Starfleet had stopped offering him command posts.

Until now.

He sighed and stroked his graying beard for a moment.Why now? he wondered to himself.Why did it

have to be now?

He stepped over to the replicator. “Water, cold.”

The singsong whine of the replicator crested, then faded. A faintly glowing swirl of atoms coalesced into

a squat, square-sided drinking glass three-quarters filled with pure, cool water. Riker picked it up and

drank half of it in a few gulps. He let out a satisfied breath, then downed the rest of it. He put the empty

glass back in the replicator and pressed the matter-reclamation key. He turned and walked back to the

windows as the replicator dematerialized the empty glass.

The timing of Janeway’s offer couldn’t have been more awkward, in Riker’s opinion. The last few

months had been unkind to theEnterprise -E in general, and to Captain Picard in particular. The Rashanar

incident had led to a politically motivated tarnishing of the captain’s reputation—and, by extension, a

blemish on the prestige of the ship and its crew. Consequently, several dozen crew members and officers

had made formal requests for transfer off the ship.

At the same time, the personnel sent recently to theEnterprise by Starfleet Command seemed to be

individuals whose records were checkered with disciplinary problems, poor work evaluations, or

borderline psychiatric profiles.

Riker and Troi had done everything they could to convince their shipmates not to leave, but, with only a

few notable exceptions, they’d been unable to prevent the exodus of many of the ship’s best department

chiefs and noncommissioned officers. Every high-profile departure had been another blow to the esteem

of theEnterprise and her captain, and Riker knew full well that rumors were spreading through Starfleet

that theEnterprise had become a ship where failing careers were sent to die.

And now Starfleet was inviting its first officer to join the growing ranks of theEnterprise’ s recently

departed, accompanied by his wife-to-be, who was also the ship’s senior counselor. If the two most

vocal defenders of Picard’s integrity left the ship for greener pastures, the damage to the crew’s morale

might prove irreparable. Picard’s credibility as a commanding officer would be all but ruined by gossip

and innuendo. Riker had to wonder if the timing of this offer from Starfleet had been intended to serve

exactly that purpose.

Riker didn’t want to abandon Picard at a time such as this; the captain had been more than a

commanding officer to him, more than a comrade. He’d been a true friend, and, in many ways, like the

father Riker had always wished Kyle could have been. But at the same time, this was the first offer of

promotion Riker had received in more than a decade—and he had every reason to believe that if he

refused it, it would also be the last.

He heard Troi’s gentle footfalls on the carpet behind him a moment before she snaked her arms around

him and embraced him. “Nightmares again?” she said, pressing against his back.

He nodded. “The same one.”

She pressed her cheek against his shoulder blade. “I felt it. It’s getting more vivid, isn’t it?” He didn’t

answer her, but they both knew she was right. “Are you sure you don’t—”

“No,” he said. “I’ll be all right. I’ll work it out.” He felt slightly guilty about the effects his nightmares had

been having on her, even though he knew there was nothing he could do to prevent it. Her half-Betazoid

ancestry had gifted her with empathic skills that, when she was awake, she could control or choose to

ignore. But when she was asleep, some of her psychic control became dormant. As a result, when they

slept in the same bed, she would often sense the emotional tenor of his dreams.

He turned to face her and held her close. Her hair was soft, and it had a sweet fragrance. It made him

think of jasmine and honey.

She looked up at him. “Come back to bed,” she whispered.

“I will.” He kissed her forehead. “You go. I’ll be there in a little while.” She gave his hand a small

squeeze, then smiled as she reached up and stroked his cheek with her fingertips. She turned and padded

softly back into the bedroom.

He looked back out at the stars. For the last fourteen years he’d had a number of things he’d wanted to

say to his father—most of them words of spite. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t have tracked him down; Kyle

had rarely kept a low profile. Riker now realized, to his shame, that the only thing that had prevented him

from settling things with his father had been his own stubborn refusal to let it happen.

He looked toward the bedroom and considered going back to sleep. He closed his eyes. The memory

of his father’s face still lingered like a shroud in front of his thoughts. He opened his eyes, drew a deep

breath, then let it ebb. He focused on the feeling of emptiness that was left behind, and he longed for a

day when it wouldn’t feel quite so familiar.

Chapter 2

Tezwa

PRIMEMINISTERKINCHAWNadjusted the settings of his holographic display. The image was

divided into two equal, wide rectangles. The top half showed the stern countenance of Bilok, his deputy

prime minister. On the bottom was the broad, fleshy face of Koll Azernal, the chief of staff to the

Federation president. Kinchawn didn’t know when, exactly, Azernal had cultivated Bilok as a secret ally,

but, knowing the Zakdorn’s methods, it had likely been the same day he’d enlisted Kinchawn’s help in

the Dominion War. Regardless, it justified his eavesdropping now.

“You’re quite certain this will work?”Azernal said. He sounded tense, but since he lacked nape feathers

it was hard for Kinchawn to tell. It amazed the prime minister that so many humanoid species looked so

much alike, yet so few shared his people’s feathering; most had hair, which struck him as a poor

substitute. He found their round irises to be an equally curious difference from the Tezwan norm.

Bilok nodded, swaying the gray and white plumage that framed his age-worn face.“Kinchawn will not

fire,” he said.“He will assume that if you put one of your own ships at risk, you must have withheld a

secret defense against the pulse cannons.”

“And if you’re wrong?”the Zakdorn said.

Bilok paused.“He cannot declare war without majority approval in the Assembly. He will have to err on

the side of caution.” Kinchawn was glad they were speaking candidly. It reassured him that they were

unaware he had secretly ordered the military to intercept all of Bilok’s private transmissions.

“Perhaps,”Azernal said.“Now, how do you propose we secure a long-term solution?” Kinchawn never

tired of the Zakdorn’s gift for euphemisms. By “long-term solution,” Azernal had, of course, meant the

deposing of Kinchawn himself.

“The Assembly is almost evenly divided, and only the slightest plurality is aligned with Kinchawn,”Bilok

said.“Once he stands down, he’ll likely lose the support of a few of his most extreme partisans. At that

point it should be fairly easy to pass a vote of no confidence and demand his resignation.”

The downy, pale brown feathers at the nape of Kinchawn’s neck ruffled, betraying his rising ire. He had

never trusted Bilok. Worse, he had long envied the elder statesman’s influence. Bilok was one of the

trinae, the high-mountain people. They were larger, stronger, and, some Tezwans believed, smarter than

Kinchawn’s people, theelininae. Power had always come easily to them. But what Kinchawn lacked in

finesse he more than made up for in naked aggression, which had enabled him to soar ahead of Bilok to

the top aerie of power.

“All right,”Azernal said. He seemed suspicious.“But can you keep the Assembly in line?”

“With appropriate enticements,”Bilok said.“Easily.”

Azernal scowled, bunching the overlapping folds of skin that draped his fleshy cheeks like curtains.“I ask

because the cannons weren’t supposed to go online. Yet here we—”

“That was out of my hands,”Bilok said.“Kinchawn bypassed the Assembly and now issues orders

directly to the army.”

Azernal raised one eyebrow, which, being composed of hair, looked as alien as anything Kinchawn had

ever seen on a face.

“The Assembly doesn’t know about the cannons?”

“No,”Bilok said.

“Good. Keep it that way.”

“For how long?”Bilok said.“I fear Kinchawn plans to dissolve the Assembly and establish a military

government.”

“Obviously,”Azernal said.“If we help you take Kinchawn out of play, can you control the commanders?”

Bilok frowned.“Difficult to say.”

Azernal was quiet but unyielding.“How difficult?”

“He replaced most of them over the last two years,”Bilok said.“They in turn replaced most of their

immediate subordinates. I’m not sure how they’ll react to his removal.”

“What about the general population?”

“His obsession with building up the military came at their expense. They’ve been eager for his ouster for

some time.”

“Good, good,”Azernal said.

“After we’ve unmade this crisis,”Bilok said,“how soon can your people get these damned cannons off

my planet?”

“We’ll have to be discreet,”Azernal replied.“Perhaps a few months, assuming your military doesn’t

interfere.”

“Excellent,”Bilok said.“We’ll also need your commitment to provide doctors and civic engineers, to

undo the damage of Kinchawn’s misrule.”

“Of course,”the Zakdorn said with a nod.

“And our application for Federation membership?”

“Let’s get the cannons back into mothballs before we open that discussion,”Azernal said.

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