Star Trek - [Gateways 7] - [Short Stories] - What Lay Beyond V1.0

Star Trek - Gateways 7 - WHAT LAY BEYOND

STAR TREK - GATEWAYS

WHAT LAY BEYOND (various Authors)

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Contents

-Star Trek "One Giant Leap" by Susan Wright

-Star Trek Challenger "Exodus" by Diane Carey

-Star Trek Deep Space Nine "Horn and Ivory" by Keith R.A. DeCandido

-Star Trek Voyager "In the Queue" by Christie Golden

-Star Trek New Frontier "Death After Life" by Peter David

-Star Trek The Next Generation "The Other Side" by Robert Greenberger

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STAR TREK

ONE GIANT LEAP

Susan Wright

Chapter 1

Captain Kirk was suspended in the gateway, floating between the countless dimensions. The interstellar

transport lasted for only a few seconds, but the flashing light seemed to freeze every thought and feeling

he had. Then he was falling out the other side, rolling to his feet and unsteady on the soft surface. He was

standing on the edge of a small platform, suspended near the top of a giant crevice. The sheer parallel

cliffs extended for miles to either side.

Holding his arms out for balance, Kirk could only look down. The cliffs descended out of sight. The

bottom was obscured by mist or smoke that was rising, softening the sharp edges of the cliffs. The rocks

on both sides looked as if huge sections often sheared off and fell forever into the center of the planet.

Backing away from the edge, Kirk looked around and saw the two Kalandans. "Tasm! Stop!"

Commander Tasm was on the other side of the platform, trying to wrest away the large cylindrical unit

from her errant officer, Luz. The blue neutronium cylinder was the key component of the gateway, and

they were waving it around between them at the edge of an abyss!

Kirk briefly considered stunning them, but they were too close to the edge and he was afraid they would

be knocked over by the impact. So he ran forward and grabbed Tasm around the waist, pulling her

away. Luz hung on to the cylinder and came with her.

The soft ground gave Kirk plenty of traction, and he was able to drag both women closer to the wall of

the cliff. There was an arched doorway there leading to a tunnel. Apparently that was the way off the

platform.

Tasm struggled against him, but Kirk took hold of the cylinder with one hand, expertly twisting it away

from her. The Kalandans were thin and frail even if they were tall.

But Luz hung on, kicking at him and jerking on the cylinder as if she were crazed. It swung wide and hit

Tasm in the head, driving her down to the ground with an agonized cry. The commander rocked

crouching on her knees, her head in her hands.

Glaring at him, Luz managed to push Kirk closer to the sheer drop. The streaks of green and blue on her

eyelids suddenly looked right. He hadn't seen such a display of outright passion from any of the

Kalandans.

"It's mine!" Luz screamed. "Let go!"

Kirk stayed calm. "Stop fighting me or we're both going over."

In response, she swiped a leg at him, catching him behind the knee. Kirk stumbled, and her momentum

carried her forward, taking him right to the edge of the platform. Kirk wasn't letting go of the cylinder. He

meant it - if he went over, then he was taking her with him. Their brief struggle showed that she didn't

know anything about hand-to-hand combat. But she fought in a frenzy, nearly knocking him off the

platform.

Kirk got his feet under him and spun away from her, hack toward the doorway in the cliff. As she fell

back, he grabbed hold of her wrist. She tried to wrench it away from him, but he twisted her arm down,

forcing her to take one hand off the cylinder.

With a quick turn, he stepped behind her, bringing her arm behind her back. Now that he had leverage

on her, he had the advantage. She didn't have enough brute power to shake him off.

He jerked the cylinder from her grasp and bent her arm up until she went to her knees. Her cry didn't

stop him. He hung on to her long enough to make her realize there was no way she could win in a fight.

"Had enough?"

Panting, she continued to struggle to get away from him. But she knew she couldn't beat him.

Finally Kirk let go, pushing her away to roll on the ground next to Tasm. Tasm was still on her knees,

groaning from her head injury. Her eyes were bleary as she tried to focus on him.

Kirk pulled his phaser from his belt and trained it on them so they didn't get any more ideas. Then he

quickly assessed his situation. They were standing on a platform hardly six meters square. But what he

had mistaken for soft sand was really some kind of plush rubbery material that coated the rock.

He took a few steps inside the tunnel, getting a better took at the thick beige stuff. It ran up the sides,

covering it completely. Farther in, the tunnel ended. When he poked at the stuff, it felt like a dense block

of suede.

Back outside, Kirk looked in both directions up and down the crevice. He had seen two metal-plated

buildings on top of the cliffs before jumping through the gateway. Now he had to strain to see them. They

were much farther up on the opposite side. The sun in the orange sky was so bright it made it hard to

focus on the dull metal.

One look at the cliff behind him, and he knew it couldn't have been a tougher climbing challenge. Kirk

was willing to bet he could make it with hands and feet alone, with the gateway cylinder strapped to his

back by his uniform jacket. But that was his last resort.

Still holding the phaser on the two women, Kirk demanded, "Where are we?"

Tasm was moaning and clutching her head, so he jerked his phaser at Luz. "You brought us here. What is

this place?"

Luz's lips drew back from her teeth, a desperate expression. 'This is our birthing world."

"You aren't Kalandans."

"We're Petraw!" she spit at him. "You're such fools! Such trusting fools ..."

Tasm was struggling to stand up. "Silence, Luz! You've betrayed your pod - "

"I saved the interstellar transporter!" Luz let out a high-pitched shriek, rushing at Tasm.

With surprise on her side, Luz managed to shove Tasm toward the edge. Tasm fell flat to stop herself

from going over. Luz sat on top of her, grabbing her around the throat, screaming inarticulately.

"You never learn, do you?" Kirk dropped the cylinder to go to Tasm's defense, but he wasn't exactly

willing to risk his own life for her. Aiming his phaser, he hesitated as they rolled over, Tasm on top, then

on the bottom again.

Before he could fire, he was surrounded by people. Hands grabbed his arms and took away his phaser.

They were rough, their manner abrupt. It was like they appeared out of nowhere.

Kirk stopped struggling immediately. When they realized he was giving them no trouble, they let his arms

free so he could stand among them. He couldn't see what had happened to his phaser, but it was gone.

They separated Tasm and Luz, taking them to opposite sides of the platform. Kirk counted eight

humanoids crowded onto the platform, dressed alike in whitish-transparent bags complete with enclosed

hands and feet. The loose hoods over their heads slid forward.

Kirk settled his uniform, reaching down for the cylinder. But one of the strange people picked it up first.

Kirk had to look up to see his face. It was like melted wax, with his nose, eyes, and chin softened and

flattened.

"I'm James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise." Kirk pointed to the cylinder, holding out his hand. "I

believe that belongs to me."

Luz cried out, stumbling forward. Kirk couldn't understand what she was saying, something about

completing an engagement... Tasm was speaking to others, still holding one hand to her injured head.

Clearly these were her people.

The androgynous Petraw held up the cylinder. "This is for the matriarchs to deal with."

"Are those your superiors?" Kirk asked. Getting an affirmative in response, he agreed, "Lead the way."

He was more than ready to talk to someone in charge. Tasm had clearly lied to him about everything.

Tasm and Luz were herded into the tunnel behind him. It had somehow become unclogged and continued

much deeper inside the cliff. It curved ahead, so he could only see a short way, and the top was within

reach of his hand. It was cramped, but better than climbing that towering cliff freehand.

Kirk could hardly see a thing. There was no obvious light source, but the pliable material covering the

walls was so pale it seemed to glow like amber under a light.

It wasn't long before the tunnel ended in a slightly more bulbous section. Straight ahead were six

hexagonal openings stacked three across and two high. Each opening was about a meter wide.

"In there." The Petraw holding the cylinder gestured to the first hexagonal opening on the bottom.

Kirk peered in, but he couldn't see out the other side. "This is the way to the matriarchs?"

Several of the Petraw crowded close to him, trying to push him inside. Their baggy coveralls rustled as he

resisted.

"What's the rush?" Kirk tried to regain his footing on the mushy floor.

They still nudged him forward, pressing down on his shoulders. He realized he was being given no choice

and he began to fight back.

Without hesitation, the Petraw seized his legs and arms, subduing him by sheer numbers. Before he knew

it, they were tossing him into the hexagon.

They slapped something on the end. Kirk scrabbled at it with his fingers. The covering was hard and

peach-colored, almost opaque. He could see the shadows of the Petraw outside, but even when he

kicked hard against it with both feet, he couldn't budge the seal on the end.

After a while Kirk couldn't see any more shadows. It was pitch dark inside. He kept kicking against the

plug, but it held firm. He crawled to the other end, checking it for openings, but it was sealed tight as

well. He was trapped.

It didn't take long to search the place. Kirk could sit up inside the cell if he hunched over, his hair

brushing the ceiling. He could also lie down and stretch out to his full length, but both ends touched his

feet and outstretched arms. It was a tiny, claustrophobic place. A sarcophagus buried in the rock.

He wasn't sure where the fresh air was coming from. Feeling around, he found nothing but smooth,

slightly damp walls that were cool to the touch. Too bad his phaser was gone. But they hadn't taken his

communicator.

Operating the communicator by touch, Kirk checked each frequency, listening for activity. There might

be a Starfleet vessel in the area, or an allied planet that had diplomatic ties to the Federation.

"This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise. Can anyone read me? I'm being held prisoner.

..."

He repeated his distress call on every frequency. If the Petraw didn't like it, they could come stop him.

But there was no response. The static was extremely high, crackling on the lower frequencies, leading

him to believe that a shield could be interfering with the sub-space channel.

Kirk grimly kept trying.

His voice was raw from speaking into the communicator when he finally gave up. No one could hear his

calls.

A different course of action was required. Kirk flipped the cover up and felt the screen mesh. No sharp

edges on it or on the smooth black body of the unit. He tried wrenching the cover from the

communicator, straining with both hands to twist it out of its hinge.

The mesh cracked at one corner, breaking free and leaving a jagged edge. He winced when it cut his

probing finger. The other corner slid out of the hinge.

Kirk dug the broken cover into the seal on the end of the cell. It reacted like some kind of polymer. The

jagged edge left a small slice in the flexible stuff.

He hacked away at the seal. The polymer wouldn't tear, but successive jabs cut deeper into it.

Satisfied that he was finally making some progress, he worked faster.

It took a while for Kirk to break through. At first only one hand could push out of the cell. He continued

to dig at the polymer to enlarge the slash.

Getting his shoulders through was the hardest. He struggled with the polymer as if the cell were alive and

determined to keep him inside. When he finally slid through, dragging his legs after him, he rolled onto the

soft ground.

Only to find himself trapped again. The tunnel was exactly the same as before, nearly dark with no way

to get out. But the Petraw were gone.

Kirk carefully retraced their steps, and found the tunnel once more clogged at the end with a dense mass

of tan polymer. But now he knew that it could be opened.

He plunged his hands into the center, feeling them sink deeper and deeper. It was powdery dry. The

stretchy texture reminded him of the thick rubber bands he had used as a kid for makeshift slingshots. He

pushed harder on it.

The walls slowly started drawing back, opening up to reveal the platform where the gateway had

deposited him. It was darker outside now, and Kirk went forward to see the blood orange sky looming

over the parallel cliffs. It was densely spangled with bright white stars. Everything inside the crevice was

ruddy, including the cliffs and the tunnel.

The Petraw could have taken a transport from the platform up to those metallic structures. But why did

Luz bring them here instead of directly to the top? The last thing she had expected was for Kirk and

Tasm to come along with her.

Kirk crouched down and went right to the edge of the platform to look over again. The crack seemed to

descend forever, cleft deep into the planet. It was completely dark down there, and would likely be even

in the brightest daylight. Plus there was that odd smoky mist. It didn't look very inviting.

No, the answer must lay inside the tunnel.

Kirk went back inside, returning to the six hexagon cells.

He didn't have much time before the tunnel began to close behind him, shutting out most of the light. But

he searched the walls quickly, pushing and poking, trying to find another place where the polymer would

open up.

Right next to the cells, his hands sank into the wall. Kirk leaned in, pushing his arms into the center. The

barrier began to give way, irising into an opening tall enough for him to step through. It was not much

brighter inside this tunnel, with the ambient light coming from a warm glow within the walls themselves.

The tunnel finally widened as it ended in a cross-tunnel. This passageway was apparently well trodden,

with the tan polymer floor roughened and pitted by use.

Going down this tunnel, Kirk paused to listen to the echo of odd mechanical noises. Light slanted out of a

doorway ahead. Edging closer, he could see a brightly lit, cavernous space filled with various large pieces

of equipment. They were interconnected by ductwork and conduit junctions. The walls and floor were

bare rock rather than being covered by the beige polymer.

A shadow crossed the doorway as several Petraw approached the door from inside. Kirk pulled back,

pressing against the wall. He sank in deeper and deeper until it almost covered him. His muscles strained

to keep him inside, and he wondered if he could bury himself completely. But there was still a stripe

down his front that wasn't covered.

But the Petraw passed by in the gloom without noticing him. Kirk finally managed to pull away from the

wall, which took as much effort as sinking into it. Then he looked around the doorway again. The

machinery appeared to be pumps and some kind of a hydraulic press. They were being operated by

Petraw in the baggy coveralls.

Kirk waited until none of the Petraw were in view before vaulting across the opening. He wasn't ready to

take on a dozen Petraw by himself. Not yet.

He felt very conspicuous in his gold and black uniform. If anyone came down the tunnel, he would be

spotted instantly. But he continued on. Far ahead, light was slanting out another door, and beyond that

was another door.

Kirk made the same careful approach. Each large chamber held different types of machinery. In every

one, the rock was left exposed and work lights gave adequate illumination for the Petraw.

His luck changed when he found the factory where the coveralls were made. Inside the door were racks

of drying coveralls, shining and smelling strongly like a brand-new spacesuit. They were translucent when

wet, drying to nearly a solid white.

Kirk slipped in among the racks, going deeper to avoid the Petraw who were conveying the garments out

of a mold and hanging them up to dry. Some of them were miniature, probably for babies, while others

were bigger than he was. They were designed exactly the same; bags with legs that started at the knees

and arms that started at the elbows, ending in booties and four-fingered gloves. The hood was attached

to the neck.

He found one his size, but he wasn't sure how to get inside it. After some experimental testing, he realized

the neck stretched if it was steadily pulled on. By the time his shoulders got through, it was hanging open

wide. But when he pulled up the hood, the elasticized stuff began to shrink back into shape. What little

shape it had.

With the hood up, Kirk felt much better. His black pants could vaguely be seen through the near-opaque

polymer. But in the darkness, no one would notice.

Finally feeling free to roam, Kirk slipped out of the garment factory and began briskly walking down the

center of the tunnel. He didn't have to sneak up to every doorway, and could take more time to examine

the unusual machinery. It had the same hodgepodge construction as Tasm's ship, as if different materials

and technology had been jumbled together to form one functioning unit.

No one paid any attention to him, even when several Petraw passed close by. They kept their eyes cast

down as they walked, and their movements seemed somewhat slow to Kirk.

He grew bolder, ranging through the corridors. His general direction was up, figuring that would be the

way to get out of the complex. Yet the tunnels went on and on, making him pause as he tried to

remember his route. No sense getting lost in the maze. It appeared to be laid out in concentric rings, with

short, steeply sloping tunnels up to the next level.

Though it had long underground corridors like the Kalandan station, everything else was different. The

Kalandan passageways were large and kept sparkling clean like the space station it was. This place was

cramped, dark, and dirty, like an underground mine. The Petraw, especially the smaller ones, were

bowed down with work. With their melted faces, he couldn't tell any of them apart.

Kirk didn't want to feel sorry for Tasm, but for some reason he did.

It took hours before Kirk found what he was looking for - a docking bay for spaceships. Keeping his

elation in check, he passed a few of the larger vessels the size of Tasm's ship. They filled the underground

bunkers from one end to the other. Then he came across several hangars for the smaller shuttlecraft-type

ships, the kind that a single man could operate.

Kirk was grinning in relief. That hadn't been too difficult. Now all he needed to do was get hold of the

interstellar transporter and steal a ship to return to the Enterprise.

It took a while to explore the extensive hangars to find the right ship. Most were being worked on round

the clock by the silent waxwork Petraw.

At this point, he didn't hesitate to go right up to them. They were so intent on their jobs that as long as he

appeared to be doing a task of his own no one paid attention to him. They coordinated with each other

with a minimum of clipped words, almost a technocode.

The one time Kirk was asked a question, he made sure his hood hung over his face before grunting and

shaking his head. The worker accepted his ignorance and asked someone else.

Finally Kirk found a small ship that appeared fully operational. He slid into the pilot's seat and examined

the controls. The panel was activated, but it was like nothing he had ever seen. Spiky symbols scrolled

down one side, with triangles and diamond patterns on the other side.

"Uh-oh," Kirk muttered. "Maybe not so simple..."

His other problem was how to get the ship out of the hangar. There were large recessed doors in the

ceiling of each bunker, but he couldn't see a control panel that operated them.

I might need a native guide, he thought. Not that Luz or Tasm seemed predisposed to help him.

Working at the panel, Kirk managed to call up the navigational chart. The pattern of a galactic star map

was clear in any language. He felt a rising hope that he would manage in spite of any obstacle - Then he

realized what he was seeing. Amid the multitude of stars, there was one that coincided with a red

stationary indicator. It was near the center of the galaxy, in the spiral arm at the base of the Beta

Quadrant.

Kirk froze. In the center of the galaxy ... if that red indicator meant what he thought it meant, then he was

there! At least forty thousand light-years away from Federation territory ...

Dazed, he tried to do the math. At top warp speed of 9.9 - and no ship could go that fast for very long -

it would take him over twenty years to get back to the Enterprise.

Chapter 2

It was a shock, no doubt about that. Kirk kept thinking about the orange sky outside. It was filled with

stars just as the sky would be on a planet close to the galactic core.

But Kirk wasn't completely convinced until he checked two other navigational arrays on different

spacecrafts. Each one showed the location indicator positioned over the same star near the galactic core.

Well, that certainly changed things. Much as Kirk liked space travel, he didn't intend to spend the better

part of his life dashing through unknown space trying to get home. Who in their right mind would do

something like that?

His only hope was the dimensional transporter. If he could get hold of the cylindrical unit, hook it up to a

self-diagnostic subprocessor, then somehow build an archway out of solid neutronium .. .

Even Spock would consider that an impossible task.

Kirk had no idea how neutronium could be made or shaped since it was supposed to be impervious to

heat and pressure.

He was almost delirious after so much searching, then hours of examining spaceships. He hid out for a

while in the fresher of one of the ships as he tried to consider his dilemma, but he didn't want to be

discovered or, even worse, be on board if the ship took off to points unknown.

Cautiously, he emerged in time to see at least a dozen Petraw heading toward the door of the hangar.

Kirk tagged along behind. He kept thinking of the millions of stars between him and the Enterprise. Was

his crew looking for him now?

But the silent workers commanded his attention. Kirk wondered what sort of terrible hardships must

have befallen these people to make them so downtrodden and subdued. He kept his own head down,

too, to cast a shadow over his well-defined features.

But when they emerged onto a ledge, he forgot himself and looked up in frank amazement. They were at

the bottom of another crack, a miniature version of the crevice outside. These parallel walls were much

closer together. The inner wall was lined with hexagonal cells, just like the one he had been sealed into by

the Petraw. These cells were open; a honeycomb of thousands of cells stacked at least a hundred rows

high.

The edges of each cell glowed, making a latticework up one side of the narrow crack. The other wall

loomed close in the darkness.

The lattice was crawling with Petraw, climbing up or down, easily gripping the open sides and stepping

on the staggered rows. But it was completely, eerily silent.

The Petraw from the hangar started climbing, so Kirk did too. His gloves and booties were

skid-resist-ant, helping him keep a grip on the edges of the cells.

Inside most of the cells were Petraw, lying down. They were on their backs, their heads concealed in the

darkness at the other end. Their encased feet stuck toward him.

Kirk climbed very high where more of the cells were empty. He didn't want to take someone else's spot,

though he wasn't sure how anyone could find a certain cell among these identical units.

Crawling inside, he sat on the edge and looked down. He was about seventy-five meters high, but it

seemed higher because of the nearby opposite wall and the many levels between him and the floor.

Kirk stretched out, lying down with his head at the inner end to hide his face in the shadows. He was still

trying to think of a way out of this mess when he passed out.

Kirk was dreaming. It was a nightmare replay of the events leading up to their leap through the gateway.

But this time it was different, as if he were watching it outside of himself, seeing details he hadn't noticed

before: Luz's snarling mouth as she fought, the flare of the protective shield over the crevice, and the

arrival of the defenders on the platform....

That drove Kirk nearly to wakefulness, making him roll over. But he let sleep pull him back in.

Then he was dreaming about Tasm. She was being praised by the matriarchs. But he could only see a

waxy-looking Petraw dressed hi baggy coveralls. Then something in the way she moved and inclined her

head as she acknowledged their praise made Kirk realize it was Tasm!

His eyes opened wide as he was jolted out of sleep.

But he could still see Tasm in her new guise. Only now it seemed to fit her constrained and sexless

manner. That's why he had rejected her kiss. His subconscious mind had detected the forgery, and had

recoiled from a false intimacy with her.

Tasm will be rewarded with our highest honor. She will take her place in the birthing chamber and will be

fed the royal gel. She will make a fine addition to our birthing world....

Kirk sat straight up, his heart pounding. Now he couldn't hear anything. But somehow the words had

formed in his mind.

His hands felt the slight curve on the floor at the end of the cell. It was made to fit his skull. The concave

surface felt warm.

It was an information feed. He wasn't sure how he knew that, but he did. Just as he knew the matriarchs

used it to distribute their orders and information to Petraw throughout the galaxy.

Kirk hesitated for only a moment. Then he lay back down, placing his head in the curve. He breathed

deeply, trying to relax. If this thing provided information, mat's exactly what he needed.

His fatigue helped. In spite of his surprise, his mind started to drift. Then he saw Luz. Her face had been

transformed, too. Now she had mere dips for her eyes, with an abbreviated nose and a bump for a chin.

She was fully Petraw.

Apparently Luz had already given her version of events. Kirk was disappointed; he wanted to know

what had possessed her to steal the interstellar transporter from her own commander. He was certain

now that Tasm had been surprised and appalled by Luz's betrayal. Apparently that was the consensus.

Luz is defective and must be put away from the Petraw. The defenders will put her into the deep.

Kirk could see Luz crying out, her gloved hands reaching up to something he couldn't see. She was

apparently protesting her innocence. But he couldn't hear what she said.

Two of the larger Petraw took her by each arm, and Kirk couldn't see her anymore.

He lay there for a few moments longer, but he got no other information. It seemed like a haze hung over

his thoughts.

Kirk resisted, sitting up. They were going to kill Luz. If this was happening in real time, they were going

to do it any moment. Not that he had any affection for Luz. Quite the contrary, it was because of her that

he was trapped so far from home. But the Petraw defenders had made the first move against him by

sealing him in that cell. Their enemy was his potential ally.

Tasm was clearly out of the picture, now that she was a favored member of the ruling clan. He would

never trust her again.

Kirk slid forward to the edge of his cell. He had slept for a while, to judge from the cramp in his

shoulder. Now where, in this huge complex, is Luz?

It would be easier to figure out where they were taking her. The deep... He was sitting at the edge of

what was certainly a deadly plunge, but he wouldn't call this the deep.

It had to be the giant fissure outside. They were going to throw Luz off the platform.

Kirk rapidly climbed down the cells. There was still a lot of movement over the latticework. After

sleeping in the information feed, it made more sense. As if he had been listening to routine orders given

throughout the night. He now knew there were thousands of workers in this one block who kept the

factories and shipyards functioning. Other vast blocks of cells catered to the guards they called

"defenders," and the scouts in training.

Kirk hurried through the tunnels, slowing down only when he spotted a Petraw ahead. He had been

careful to memorize the tunnels he had used, and was able to find his way back with only one wrong turn.

After pushing through the first barrier, he knelt down to check on the cell where he had been sealed in. It

was difficult to see that the seal had been broken unless you got close. So they might not know yet that

he had gotten away.

Feeling his way along the wall, he went toward the outer barrier. It opened for him more easily this time,

and he was outside again. The orange light was bright.

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