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NIGHTSHADE
LAURELL K. HAMILTON
dChapter One
s
DEANNA TRoi stood at a viewport gazing at the stars. They were
utterly still-cold, harsh light without a planet's atmosphere to
make them twinkle. Troi had sought out this empty corridor and its
fine view of the stars. She wanted a few minutes to compose herself
before going to the bridge.
The ship was orbiting the planet, 0riana. Generations of civil
war had nearly destroyed the planet and its people. Troi wanted to
take the unperturbed peace of the stars with her Onto the bridge.
The ship's counselor had to be calm, relaxed, ready to serve.
"What are you looking at, Counselor?"
She jumped and whirled. "Wor?, you frightened me."
The Klingon officer frowned, which was a fearsome sight all on
its own. "I did not intend to."
Troi smiled. "I know."
The frown deepened, causing the ridges on his forehead to
wrinkle. He nodded.
His emotions, as always, were close to the surface of his
thoughts. The klingon made very little pretense in his own
mind. Unlike humans who oflen lied even to
themselves, the lLIingon thought what he
thought, and did not care that she knew it. It didn't make Worf
uncomfortable to be around an empath the way it did Some of the
crew, Worf had no secrets to keep because Secrets implied
shame.
Trol appreciated his openness, She smiled. "You asked what I
was looking at." She motioned him to the window.
Worf stood beside her, hands clasped behind his back, broad
shoulders filling the window. Troi knew she was not tall, but
beside the ILlingon she felt tiny. "Aren't the Stars
beautiful?" she asked.
He shifted, slightly, Troi could feel his puzzlement. "I do not
understand."
A human might have lied, but at least this IClingon said what
he felt. "I was gazing at the Stars and thinking how lovely they
are."
Worf stared out into the cold blackness, the stars like chips
of ice caught in velvet. "I see Stars," he said at last.
"But don't you think they're beautiful?" She glanced up at him
in time to see the same fearsome Scowl.
"They are Stars. I Suppose Some might think they are. pretty."
Troi smiled. "I think they are.'
He nodded.
Troi could feel laughter at the back of her throat.
2
NIGHTSHADE
But she swallowed it. You did not laugh at friends, especially
when they were trying to be polite.
Captain Picard's voice came out of empty air, "Counselor Troi,
please report to the bridge."
Troi hit her communicator. "I'm on my way, Captain."
"Worf here, Captain. Is my presence required?"
"It would be most appreciated, Lieutenant."
Troi felt the smile in the captain's voice.
"We are on our way, Captain," Worf said.
Worf strode toward the nearest turbolift. Troi had to quick
step to keep up with him. "We weren't scheduled to speak with the
Orianians for another hour," she said, "What could it be?"
"I do not know." Inside the smooth whiteness of the turbolift
Worf said, "Bridge." The lift vibrated, then began to move.
Troi could feel Captain Picard's agitation. He was worried.
She did not share her findings with Worf. She could read the
emotions of everyone on board. It was simple courtesy not to
reveal what she felt to others. It would have been like telling
secrets you had learned eavesdropping.
The turbolift door whooshed open. The bridge of the Enterprise
spread out before them, all graceful curves, neutral carpeting. It
looked like an executive boardroom more than the bridge of a
starship. A place for conferences not confrontations.
On the main viewscreen was the picture of a man. The skin was pale
gold. The facial bones were high and delicate, almost birdlike. The
face was dominated by huge liquid brown eyes. The large eyes and the
delicate face made the man seem childlike. The effect was Spoiled by
his deep voice and the injuries to that lovely face.
The right side of his face was battered and bleeding. He held stiff
one arm at his side. His pain hit Troi like a physical shove, She
staggered. Worf caught her arm.
"Are you all right, Counselor?" he asked.
She nodded. Troi realized that it wasn't just the general's
physical pain but his anger. He was full of a great roaring outrage
at what had been done to him.
Worf's hand was a steady, solid presence. She took a deep breath
and stepped away from him. "I'm fine." Now that she was prepared,
Troi could ride the pain and the rage. Everyone'5 attention was
fixed on the viewscreen, no one but Worf had seen her momentary
weakness. Troi was grateful for that. It was inexcusable to allow
other peopleS' emotions to throw her so badly. Composing herself,
she moved to take her seat on Captain Picard's left.
The battered man on the screen said, "I have honored you beyond our
customs by allowing you to see my face. I hoped it would convince you.
Our enemies, the Venturies are determined to stop these peace talks.
Captain Picard, please reconsider. It is far, far too dangerous to
risk a Federation ambassa. dor. You see what they have done to me." He
raised his good hand to emphasize the cuts on his face. "If it had not
been for my bodyguards, I would not be speaking to you now."
"I assure you, General Basha, that I will take all precautions for
my safety. But I do not intend to allow terrorists to derail these
negotiation5 before they even begin," Captain Picard said in his
careful accent.
4
NIGHTSHADE
"Captain, please, I want these talks to go on as scheduled. Our
scientists say we have only a decade at most before our planet can no
longer sustain life. This civil war has devastated our lands and our
people. B,,ut I cannot ask you to give your life in our war.
"That is commendable, General, but. .
"At least promise you will bring bodyguards," the general said.
Captain Picard sighed. "If you believe it to be necessary."
General Basha stared at Picard, his brown eyes looking suddenly
tired. "My second in command was assassinated yesterday evening,
Captain Picard. If you insist on coming down here, then yes, by all
means, bring bodyguards."
Captain Picard nodded. "I am sorry for your loss." Basha made a
small push-away gesture with his good hand. "It happens, Captain.
Our war has lasted two hundred years, it happens. I will meet you as
soon as I have been attended to."
"Do you need any medical assistance?" Picard asked.
"Thank you, but no, our medical facilities are quite good. I pray
that you do not find out how good." With that the screen went blank.
"Well," Picard said, "what do you make of that, Number One?"
Commander William Riker's round, bearded face frowned. "I
request permission to act as ambassador to Oriana."
"Why, Number One, trying to steal some of my thunder?" Picard
smiled slightly as he said it.
"Captain, two assassination attempts in twenty-
four hours, one death. It's too dangerous to risk your life."
"I disagree. This planet is dying, Will. If this war is not
stopped, the Orianians are facing genocide, I have been
requested as ambassador, and that is what I am going to be."
"With all,
dangerous,' respect, Captain," Riker said, "it is too
"I agree with Commander Riker," Worf said, leaning over his
console to loom above the captain's chair.
"I appreciate the concern, but I will not be fright. ened
off."
Riker frowned. "Then at least take a full security complement."
"I have every intention of taking security with me, Will. I am not
eager to fall prey to an assassin's attack."
"It is still very dangerous, Captain," Worf said.
Picard scooted his chair so he could see his Security Olficer. "Are
you saying, Lieutenant Worf, that your security Personnel could not
see to my safety?"
Worf Stiffened. "I did not say that."
Picard smiled. "Good. Pick three people and meet me in the
transporter room in an hour."
"Very good, Captain," Worf said. He didn't salute, of course,
but Troi could hear it in his voice, a growl of respect. He left
the bridge to gather his security team.
"Only two guards, Captain?" Riker asked.
"I am not going to take another army down on the planet, There
are quite enough armed camps down there already." He turned to
Troi. "What did you think of General Basha, Counselor?"
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NIGHTSHADE
"He was in a great deal of pain, but hid it well. He is very
strong, both physically and emotionally. He feels sorrow over the
death of his second-in-command. He is full of great rage, and he
was lying about wanting the talks to go on as scheduled."
"In what way?"
Troi tried to put into words something that would have been so
much easier to just share. If the captain had been a Betazoid,
Troi could have simply let him feel it. She always struggled to
explain what was to her very simple. "Much of his anger was about
the attacks, but there was also anger about the treaty
negotiations."
Picard steepled his fingers, tips touching his chin. "He is a
military general, Counselor. Without a war, he is out of work."
"True, but I felt . . .-' she spread her hands in a helpless
gesture. "He was hiding something. Some deception. Something to
do with the negotiations."
"Perhaps the general's faction plans to retaliate for the
death of his second-in-command," Riker suggested.
Picard glanced at him. "More assassination?"
Riker nodded.
"Could that be it, Counselor?" Picard asked. Troi tried to
recall the feelings. It was like trying to remember dreams
Some things were clear others faded the harder you tried to
catch them. "It's possible."
Picard nodded. "The sooner we get these talks underway the
sooner we can put an end to this nonsense. Counselor Troi,
please accompany me to the surface. I think your insight may be
invaluable on this mission."
Troi smiled at that. She followed Picard's Jean figure into
the turbolift. The last thing she felt as the doors closed was
Riker's worry over her safety. Duty and friendship made him worry
Over the captain, but there was more to his worry over Troi. They
were no longer a couple, but the thought of her in danger
troubled him a great deal, she knew.
Troi sighed. The past was past. The future was Oriana and its
two waiting armies. if Captain Picard failed, it meant not just
the death of an entire race of people, but of a planet as well.
Everything would die. Every animal, every plant. it was only a
matter of years. Deanna Troi wondered what the minds of a dying
race would feel like. if she were an Orianian, she would be
afraid, very afraid. Afraid and full of hate. Yes, if General
Basha was typical, there would be hate.
8
Chapter Two
THE PLANET ORlANA filled the viewscreen. It was a great shining,
silverish ball. Occasional bands of sickly green swirled through
the cloud cover, like gangrenous fingers. Picard and Troi stared
at the small viewscreen in the transporter room. The captain
touched his communicator. "Data, what is the atmosphere of Oriana
like?"
"It is outside the acceptable range of breathable atmosphere
without some sort of filter or breathing apparatus. The
atmosphere does not protect the surface from the sun's radiation.
Blindness is possible within hours of surface exposure. Skin
cancer would be almost a given in such a radiation field, after
an exceptionally short exposure."
Picard sighed. "What about animal life?"
"Surface life is restricted to a few species of anthropoids, two
species of reptilianlike predators, and one
larger omriaamnitna;.,, predator. And two hundred
thousand ian
"OnlY two hundred thouSand, Mr. Data, are you
sure?
"Yes, Captain."
o'
"Thank you, Data," Picard said. He turned to Troi.
-"Well, Counselor, now I know why General Basha's coordinates
are indoors. It seems this planet is on the verge of death."
She nodded. "Now that we are orbiting the planet I can feel
many minds. They are very afraid, Captain."
He gazed down at the Poisonous gray-silver ball that had
once been a class-M planet. "They have a right to be afraid."
The doors whooshed Open, and Lieutenant Worf stepped
through. Three security guards were at his back. "Captain, we
are ready.
The three security guards fanned out and stood at attention on
either side of Worf. Ensign kelly was a woman nearly as tall as
the klingon himself. Beside her stood Ensign Conner, a slightly
shorter man with skin the color of ebony, almost Purple in its
darkness. His broad shoulders led into a thick neck, signs of
weight-lifting. The last guard, Lieutenant Vincient, was tall and
thin, with Shoflcrnppe hair.
Picard pulled a breathing mask from the small Plastic box in
front of the transporter pad. It would cover the face completely.
Goggles were sewn into the breathing mask to form one Protective
unit. It didn't look Particularly cOmfortable. He had wondered
why they needed breathing masks if they would be beam ing
indoors. The answer had been, in case of accidents. They could
survive for a time without
protective clothing, but no time at all without the masks.
Picard slipped the mask on. It fit tightly, and there was a
faint medicinal smell to it, but Dr. Crusher had assured them all
that it was not only safe but necessary. Picard agreed with the
doctor especially after hearing Data's previous description of
the planet's atmosphere.
The others pulled their own masks into place. Troi stood to
Picard's left, much as she always did on the bridge. Worf had
moved just behind the captain, again unconsciously taking his
position on the bridge. Finally, the three security people took
up stations to either side.
Glancing at the white-masked face, Picard noted that the masks
made his people look... impersonal. He suddenly realized how
very much humans relied on facial expressions.
He nodded to the technician at the control panel. "Engage."
There was the same high-pitched sound as always, then a
sensation as if a hand were tickling the inside of his body,
where no hand could ever reach. Then Picard's eyes refocused to
see a stone courtyard covered by a multicolored dome. Bits of
colored glass and ceramic tile formed a pattern under their
feet like a rainbow gone mad. Just looking down at it was
dizzying.
A dozen armed figures stood around the courtyard. They wore
swirling black-and-gold robes, their faces hidden behind
breathing masks and goggles. Riflelike weapons were held at
attention but not pointed at them.
Worf and his Security people had moved to stand
around Picard and Troi like a cage. Phasers were out, but not
Pointed yet.
"'Who is in charge here? We did not intend to beam down into an
armed camP," Picard said.
A robed figure stePPed from the dark.
Worf stePPed in front of the caPtain.
The robed figure slung the rifle over one Shoulder. A black gloved
hand Sketched a salute. "Welcome, CaPtain Picard of the
StarshipEnterprise, Ambassador of the United Federation of Planets. I
am Colonel Talanne, wife of General Basha. As for the weaPons, they
are for your protection as much as my Own. My husband feared you would
not take enough precautions. But I see he was wrong."Picard Stared
at the woman. Her face was comPletely hidden. If the voice had not
been so distinctly female, he would not even have known that. "At
ease, Lieutenant."
Worf stepped back grudgingly. His People followed his lead but did
not holster their Phasers. The robed guards did not holster their
rifles, either.
"I am honored, Colonel Talanne. We share your Sorrow for recent
events."
"Thank you, Captain, you are most kind." She waved her hand, and the
armed figures fell into two lines, one on either Side of the group.
The fbur security guards formed a phalanx around the captain and Troi,
facing slightly Outward. "Put up your weapons, Lieutenant Worf"
"Captain, I do not think that is wise. If assassina tions are so
Simple then how can anyone be trusted?"
Picard stepped Close to Worf, coming barely to the Klingon's chest.
"You will not insult Our hostess by insinuating she is a traitor."
"It is not her I am worried about, Captain," Worf whispered, his deep
voice made more so by the effort not to be overheard.
"We cannot begin a peace mission with weapons drawn, Lieutenant."
Troi said, "I sense no treachery in these people, Worf."
Worf frowned at her.
"Put up your weapons, Lieutenant Worf. That is a direct order."
"Aye, Captain." He holstered his phaser, as did his people.
"His caution is commendable, Captain Picard," Talanne said. "I
would trust the people here in this circle with his own life. But
finding a dozen people
is getting to a
She turned and walked toward a low doorway. The door was painted
to resemble a dark red flower complete with yellow stamen and a
tiny insect on one petal. The image clashed with the bright
courtyard. Individual tastes did vary.
Picard started to follow her, but Worf moved in front of him. Picard
sighed as he followed his security officer's brna'd back. The three
remaining guards took up their posts to either side of Picard and
Counselor Troi. This mission was going to be hard enough without Worf
taking his safety so terribly seriously. It was not that Picard did
not appreciate his own possible danger, but how was he to negotiate
peace when his own people were so obviously ready to fight? He
wondered if Commander Riker had had a parting word with Worf. Riker
took his duty to protect his captain very seriously.
Of course, if Picard insisted on lesser safety measures and was
killed for it. . Well, he would never hear the end of it, so to
sPeak.
Troi followed the captain. The security guards to either Side
obstructed most of her View. The filter mask was Uncomfortable,
cutting into her face.
The robed guards were a mixed bag of emotions resentment, anger,
fear, anticiPation, worry, hoPe. General Basha's wife, Talanne was
worried, fright ened. Her husband had almost been killed. it was a
normal reaction. but Troi felt the fear was more than that. Colonel
Talanne feared them. They were the newcomers, an unknown. It was
normal to fear the unknown, and yet... Troi shook her head. She had no
words for it, or even a specific feeling. Talanne meant them no harm,
in fact was worried for Picard's safety, yet. . , Something was wrong,
but what?
They were led into a lOwceilinged hallway. The walls were a brilliant
buttercup yellow. It was at least one solid color, which was a relief
after the cOuflyard. Worf and the three security guards had to stooP to
enter the door. It was only then that Troi realized that all the
Orianians were Small. None of them were as tall as the CaPtain. While
Worf; Kelly, Conner, and Vincient towered over them.
They towered over Troi as well, but she was used to it. Once in the
small enclosed space of the hallway, the size difference made the robed
guards nervous. Troi could feel the guards judging them, anticipating
treachery.
Worf's eager attention was like a Pressure on Troi's mind, She often
felt the emotions Of people she knew stronger than Strangers, Worf was,
to an extent, in his
element. A warrior among warriors, with violence threatening to erupt.
But Troi trusted Worf not to act irresponsibly.
Captain Picard's irritation at Worf's solicitousness made Troi smile.
It would be a battle of w ills between them.
There was only one door at the end of the hall. The pale walls
stretched back toward the outside door smooth and perfect. Talanne stood
to one side of the door. Two robed guards moved in front of her. The
door opened. The guards went in weapons at the ready. They didn't
hesitate, or doubt. They just went in ready to kill or be killed. They
did not fear death. No, Troi thought, that wasn't it.
She could feel their minds as they searched the room. They were not
afraid, that was true, but they thought of nothing but their task.
Their concentration was purely on the situation at hand. if they
concentrated hard enough on just their duty, Troi guessed, there was
no time for fear.
All the guards waited, their emotions going into hold, their senses
alert for . . . duty. Troi suppressed a shudder. She had been among
warrior races before but nothing like these people. They didn't know
any other life. The war had consumed them as surely as it had consumed
the other resources of the planet.
The guards came back to the door. "All clear."
"Good," Talanne said. "Captain, welcome to my home." She entered the
room.
Picard tried to follow her, but Worf was still in front of him.
"Lieutenant. I trust our hostess and her people. I do not think these
extra precautions are necessary."
A Variety of emotions played over Worf's mind. Troi felt them like
waVes Over her body; anger, loyalty, resPect. "As you like, Captain."
Picard took a deep breath and Straightened his uniform,
Lieutenant. ,, a bare Pull on his jacket. "Thank you, Troi
followed him inside the room. Worf and his
People followed behind. Three of the robed guards entered the room
as well.
it was a small room. Ten people filled it nearly to capacity.
Tapestries covered every wall. Woven images of tall gracefuj trees,
red flowers like the Outer door. Grass as bright yellow as the
hallway flowed through the wall hangings. A vine exploded around
the edges of the scene, heavy with thick Purplish green leaves and
oblong orange fruit. Every color looked fresh, as if when touched
it would still be wet. it wasn't just lifelike, it was brighter,
bigger, richer; more than the real thing. Or so Troi thought.
She couldn't imagine nature giving such colors in One Place at
one time. One thing about naturally Occurring plants, they always
seemed to match. The colors melting together, cOmpleting each
Other. Mother Nature did not clash.
Picard Pulled off his mask, and the rest of the Federation
party followed Suit. Troi was relieved to feel the air on her
face again. The straps cut into the sides of her face.
"You honor us with bare faces. I can only return the honor."
Talanne pushed back the hood of her robe. CloSed cropped
brown hair curled around her face
protection. She lifted the mask off in One Smooth, Practiced
motion. Her skin was a slightly darker shade of gold than Basha's
had been, a deep amber,
but her face was nearly identical in bone structure.
There was none of the smaller jaw, or narrower face that differentiated
human males and females. "It has been a long time since I have been in a
room full of this many bare faces."
"Is it your custom to cover the face even indoors, where the air is
breathable?" Picard asked.
"Yes, Captain. In times of war you must expect the unexpected, like a
bomb blowing out the wall and exposing you to poison."
Worf stared round the room. "Is this common?" "It hasn't happened in
over fifty years, but too many children were injured. It is one of our
few rules."
"Then we can safely go without the masks indoors," Picard said, with
only the hint of a question to his words.
"Yes, Captain. Our people will stare, and think it strange, but with
their faces covered you will not be able to see them stare, and they
are all too well trained to question your customs."
Picard wasn't sure how to take that. "If we are breaking a sacred
custom, we can wear the masks."
"No, Captain, please, let it remind my people of what we have given
up. Enough of this," Talanne said, "I noticed you admiring our wall
hangings."
"Yes," Picard said. "They are extraordinary."
"It is an art form at which we excel. One of the few nondestructive
things we do well on this planet." The bitterness in her voice was
thick enough to cut. To Troi, the emotion was like a twisted thing,
almost painful.
"The wall hangings are what we have instead of windows. None of us
wish to be reminded of what we
have done to our world. Looking out Upon this desolation, this
death. ." Talanne shook her head. "Allow me to offer you Some
refreshment.
She moved to a small table that held a crystal decanter and five
glasses. The liquid inside was a deep purPle. "I will send for more
glasses. My husband was Unsure how many of you there would be."
They had to Practically huddle around the table to have room to
lift their glasses. "I mean no disrespect, Colonel Talanne, wife of
Basha, but is it really necessary to have so many People in the
room?" Picard said.
The three robed guards were instantly ajert. Hands tightening on
weapons. Worf noticed it, and was reaching for his phaser.
Talanne raised a hand. "At ease. I am sorry, Captain. You have my
bodyguards worried. It is customary that if one leader has
bodyguards, the other has an equal number. It is only wise."
Picard nodded. "Ah, because I have three guards you must have
three guards."
"Exactly."
"I too am a guard," Worf said.
"But you are a Commander, an Officer, are you not?"
"I am."
"We cannot have equal numbers of officers. The crowd would grow
too large." She smiled and raised a glass. "Besides, if you have
too many officers in one Place, it is too great a temptation."
"For assassinations you mean?" Picard asked.
"Yes, Captain. We lost five Officers in One bomb attack Some
three months back."
"And do the Venturies also have to watch how many officers they
have in any one place?"
With a brilliant smile, she answered. "Yes, Captain, they do."
"Assassination is not an honorable way to take your enemy,"
Worf said.
"Lieutenant Worf," Picard said, voice sharp. "No, that is all
right, Captain. Even we have heard of Klingon honor." She turned
to speak directly to Worf. "We would do anything to bring this
war to a close. Anything, even treachery, if the fighting would
just end."
"Do you not wish victory over your enemies?" Worf asked.
"Some still do, but most just want an end. Our planet is dying.
Our children are dying. Neither side seems able to win even by
treachery, so we must talk peace before we all die."
"Seeing the necessity for peace is the first step to achieving
it," Picard said.
Talanne smiled. "I hope so, Captain Picard, I very much hope so."
The door opened, and every weapon in the room whirled toward it.
A small, blond boy, perhaps three years old, raced into the room.
The features that were lovely on his parents were nearly unreal on
the child. He looked carved from aged-goldened alabaster with eyes
a startling shade of jewellike blue. He came to a skittering halt,
eyes wide, staring at the guns.
"Put up your weapons," Talanne said. She moved toward the small boy.
Two guards moved with her. "Jeric, where is your sentinel?"
"Don't know, Merme," he said. His eyes were still wide, his pulse
hammering in his thin neck.
His fear had been Pure and total when he had seen the weaPons. Troi
had felt his desperate sure knowledge that he was about to die. Only a
little older than three, but he knew what dying meant. He knew what
weaPons could do. The memory of such things stained his mind, colored
his emotions. Troi had never met anyone so young with such an old
mind.
The boy stared openly at Worf.
Talanne knelt in front of the boy. "Jeric, listen to me." She
touched the boy's cheek gently forcing him to look at her face. "When
did your Sentinel go missing?"
He frowned. "Missing?"
Troi felt the woman's impatience. Talanne swal lowed it back and kept
her voice normal, calm. "Where were you just before you ran in here?"
"Is something wrong, Colonel Talanne?" Picard asked.
"I don't know yet, Captain. Jeric's Sentinel should be with him at
all times."
"What exactly is a sentinel?" Picard asked.
"A Personal bodyguard." She stared at her son's frightened
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