Star Trek Reimagined

by Charles Markov

What if the original series was taken in hand and rebooted today in a BSG style with overarching character arcs, multi season story arcs and detailed worldbuilding? This was something that I spent some time thinking about since 2009 Trek and a few months ago I started writing what this would look like. This is what you are looking at.

Episode I

Encounter at Larsa

Part one.

Stardate 309034.11

The Enterprise is currently on a course for the Larsan Union. A collection of worlds lying in the Archanis sector that has requested to begin the procedures for joining the Federation. The Unions strategic position in the sector makes its entry into the Federation as soon as possible Starfleets number one priority. Enterprise has been dispatched to begin the proceedings, with the UES Manticore and UES Warsaw scheduled to arrive some days after us.

While I am honoured to be trusted with the responsibility of beginning to procedure to admit a new member into the Federation I must admit to some trepidation. It is unlike Starfleet to send a green captain and fresh crew on such an important mission.

Regardless I have done my best to work the crew into a proper command, even with some seventy persons of her compliment not yet aboard Enterprise at the time of this log entry. Regular combat and emergency drills have made marked improvements over what the ship was capable of just a month ago when I assumed command. And have also served to bring the crew together in a remarkable way.

Commander Spock, Enterprises first officer has been a big help these past few weeks. Being the only senior officer aboard who is not newly assigned to the ship his knowledge of the vessel has been indispensable. While his calm and collected demeanour has also put many of the crew into a steady routine.

At our current speed and course we will enter into the Ooruchet system in two hours. Consisting of a single main sequence star and seven planets the system is host to a small Larsan naval base and colony of some five million and is the agreed upon rendezvous point where we are to meet with the Larsans.

James Tiberius Kirk closed the log entry and leaned back into his chair, resisting the urge to sigh loudly as the stress of a solid month of command welled up inside him. Command of one of the fleets precious few heavy cruisers was a considerable honour usually reserved for the senior most captains of the fleet. Balding men and greying women who's decades of experience commanding other smaller ships served to prepare them for the weighty responsibility and heavy workload that went into captaining a heavy cruiser.

In Kirks mind command of a destroyer along the Klingon border was not sufficient preparation for his current command. However, Starfleet was in the middle of a massive expansion of its fleets and captains were in short supply. Especially at Star base 12 where Enterprise had sat in spacedock for over a year after many of her previous crew had been assigned to other commands.

It had been made abundantly clear by the bases commodore that Enterprise was likely a temporary assignment until either a more suitable command came Kirks way, or a more suitable captain came Enterprises way. And that he was to do nothing with his ship but rigidly adhere to any orders given to him by Starfleet.

The whole experience had made Kirk feel almost like a child. But after nine months of inactivity following Nautilus`s battle with a Klingon C-9 light cruiser getting back into space felt like a massive release. Hours of inquiry and official hearings were finally over and he could get to work once more.

Memories of the Nautilus flew into his mind. The small hundred-man destroyer had been his first command after his stint aboard Farragut. And the cramped little ship had quickly become his home, as well as dream assignment. Until a Klingon disruptor volley tore through the ship and many of its crew.

"Captain sir," Lieutenant Noyota Uhura the ships Communications chief said to his right. Knocking Kirk out of his reverie.

"Subspace just went wild sir, like an old-style wave transmission was just sent," she reported a frown of concentration on her face as she worked her board with one hand and cupped her ear with the other.

Kirk was over by here side in three steps "can you get anything from it?" he asked looking at a tangled web of energy spikes and background noise on one of the displays.

"I don't think so sir, the source of the signal was to far away for us to get anything other than the last waves over subspace."

Kirk was not surprised. The Larsan tech level was said to be roughly equivalent to the 2380s United Earth. Its ships, weapons, sensors and subspace communications were all shorter ranged and less accurate than Starfleet equipment.

"Keep scanning, we may get another message once we get closer in range," he ordered probably unnecessarily. Uhura was good at her job and was likely already scanning subspace for another message. But it was necessary for the ship's records if nothing else.

Kirk tried some mental calculations. They were still some fifteen lightyears our from the Ooruchet system. At warp factor six they would reach the outskirts of the system in a little under two hours. If his memory was right then the best the Larsan subspace transmitter technology could do was perhaps eight or nine lightyears. Meaning that Enterprise could expect a decent signal sometime in the next forty-five minutes.

"Keep on it Lieutenant," he said as he left the communications station and made his way to the helm/tactical station which occupied the space just forward of the bridge center.

"Can I help you sir?" Lieutenant-Commander Hikaru Sulu the ships navigational officer asked unphased by the presence of the captain over his shoulder.

"Just checking your sensor logs, don't mind me," Kirk said as he plugged his security codes into the console and began to comb through the sensor data. It was more a brain exercise than anything. Going over the logs kept Kirks mind sharp and gave him something to do. It was unlikely that a ship would be in the area. But of one was, and it was in range of Enterprises sensors it would be in the logs. Sulu did not mind and soon was back to his panel. Even moving over some so Kirk had more room.

As expected, there was nothing. This far out in the Archanis sector and away from United Earth space traffic was sparse and very limited. Aside from the Larsan subspace transmission, which was likely to be a simple greeting, there was nothing on the logs.

He went through all logged data for the past two days before he got bored and without any joy returned to the mass of reports and forms waiting for him to approve or sign. This he did at the conn, or control station in the center of the bridge. Consisting of a backless chair with a large collection of controls and a display screen on the arms it was from here that the ships captain directed the operation of his starship.

It was a position that seemed rather glamorous when Kirk had first enlisted in Starfleet. However, he had learned aboard Farragut where he had an occasional watch commanding the bridge that the job mostly consisted of paperwork. Lots of paperwork.

When he had initially taken command of Nautilus the paperwork had seemed overwhelming. Now as CO of Enterprise he longed for the days when he had merely fifty or sixty documents to read per shift. A ship of almost five hundred persons generated a tremendous amount of the stuff. Enough to drive someone mad almost.

He was nearly done with just twenty-six more before he could call it quits and get onto something else. He thought that by the time the ship could receive clear message over subspace that he would be finishing the last of the reports.

He was almost done in fact by the time that Uhura suddenly gasped behind him, "something to report Lieutenant?" He asked just as he finished reading and signing a purser's report on the ships water consumption. He had just three more left.

"Yes sir we just received a beta band subspace transmission from the Ooruchet system, text only," came Uhura`s reply.

Similar to radio or light subspace consisted of multiple bands in a spectrum layered atop one another. Named Alpha to Lambda there were eleven known bands. With only the Alpha to Gamma bands being useful for communications.

A beta band transmission was the easiest to use, with Alpha being to unstable for a long-range message. Gamma was useful for very fast, very long-range messages. But required very powerful transmitters which was beyond the Larsan abilities.

Kirk took the printout offered by Uhura and began to read with mounting alarm. Short and to the point, likely a necessity given the limited output of most observed Larsan fusion reactors, it left very little room for interpretation. "I don't suppose there is anyway that the computer altered the translation?" He asked already certain of the answer.

"No chance sir, not with the system we are using," Uhura said her voice betraying her own surprise at the message contents.

"Something wrong sir?" Sulu asked turning to face Kirk and Uhura.

"See for yourself," Kirk offered holding out the message.

Sulu walked the short distance over and with mounting shock and surprise began to read.

Consisting of only twenty-five words the message read

"Approaching Federation Starship your presence in Union space is no longer welcome. Return immediately. Federation membership no longer needed, alliance with Klingon Empire chosen instead."

"How could this be sir?" Sulu asked as he handed the message back.

"I seem to recall in a briefing that some members of the Larsan government had lobbied for an alliance with the empire during their vote for Federation membership, but they were only a minority," Uhura said from behind Kirk.

Kirk nodded, he had read the same thing "circumstances and public opinion changes regularly," he said moving to sit down. Sulu followed and was soon back seated at the helm.

"Shall I plot us a return course to Federation space?" He asked hand hovering over his board. Kirk did not immediately respond. He thought over the possibilities for a moment.

On the one hand it was quite obvious that the Klingons had to have done at least some meddling in the Unions political structure for this sudden change in their policies and choice of alliance. This was unlikely to go unanswered by Starfleet, and any information Enterprise could bring back about the Unions current situation. And extent of Klingon involvement. Could be vital.

On the other hand, Starfleet had sent Kirk out with the Enterprise expecting a routine mission. And Kirk had personally been given strict orders to stick to his orders and not risk the ship. And anything Kirk could likely do besides immediately ordering the ship back to star base 12 would constitute endangering the ship.

After some thought Kirk decided on a bit of a compromise order. "Mister Sulu what is our maximum passive subspace and gravitic sensor range?" He asked.

"Two lightyears sir," Sulu answered eyes narrowing at the odd and seemingly out of place question. But his captains plan clicked before he could give the order. "Ill see how close I can get to the Ooruchet system sir,"

"Thank you," Kirk said once again marvelling at his helmsman's seemingly uncanny knack for anticipating his captains' orders. He simply shook his head and turned over to Uhura.

"Call all senior officers to the conference room and start scanning the Ooruchet system and any other nearby star systems for Klingon transmissions," he ordered. Glancing at his display he saw that Sulu had already completed a course that would bring the ship to the outer limits of the Ooruchet system in a little under one hour. Just enough time for a quick briefing.

"Captain I must point out that Starfleet is strict in their non-interference with the political processes of alien species," the ships first officer and science officer Commander Spock said after Kirk had finished a quick summary of events.

Kirk sighed. Spock had been invaluable over the past weeks in bringing the ship together. He was a gifted officer who managed to maintain a level of approachableness while possessing a cold exterior.

The problem was that the same cold exterior was a result of his Vulcan upbringing. Making getting to know him, or even guess at what he was feeling, nearly impossible. Often times Kirk was not sure whether his remarks were meant as in insult, or a simple statement of opinion. Or something else entirely. It made any conversation with him difficult, McCoy the ships chief medical officer had already taken a dislike for the man which went far beyond his usual disdain for Starfleet officers.

"I am not intending to interfere in the slightest mister Spock, what I intend is to simply scan the Ooruchet system for evidence of Klingon activity in the system."

Spock seemed to take this in for a second before responding. "You expect there to be evidence of the empires interfering with the Union then?"

"Isn't the conclusion obvious mister Spock?" Commander Montgomery Scott the ships chief engineer said from across the briefing room table. Third in line of command Scott was the oldest officer aboard at fifty-two and was gifted in his field. But he seemed to lack any desire of advancement beyond chief engineer. And he was far from an expert on matters unrelated to his chosen field.

"I am not suggesting that the sudden reversal in Larsan policy is not suspicious and likely indicative of a Klingon presence in the Union. However, if our scans of the system are detected it would be difficult for us to explain our actions without Klingon involvement being brought up. And for that reason, I suggest that Enterprise set a course for Star base 12 and allow Starfleet command to decide on what course of action to take." Spock said turning to face his captain for the last part of his speech.

"Noted commander," Kirk answered unwilling to discuss his orders further. At least not in the presence of his other officers. Debating his decisions in such a way was the fastest way for a crew to lose trust in their captain and to begin openly disrespecting him.

Perhaps realising this Spock's changed the discussion from what needed to be done to what was going to be done. "It will take some time to process any scans we make of the system, perhaps several hours."

"You will have all the time you need to analyse our scans. We will head for star base 12 as soon as we have made our sweep of the system." Kirk said just before an alarm went off signalling that they had were approaching their objective.

All present in the conference room piled out and into the hall where they quickly dispersed for their posts. Kirk and Spock walked together for the bridge but said nothing.

"Captain on deck!" Sulu thundered as the turbolift doors swung open admitting both Kirk and Spock onto the bridge.

"Report!" Kirk ordered as he sat down at the conn which Sulu had vacated in favour of the helm. Spock to sat down at his own station.

"The ship just dropped out of warp sir and we await your orders to begin a detailed broad and tight band sweep of the system," was Sulu`s prompt reply.

"Mister Spock?" Kirk asked.

"Ready to begin sensor sweep, all stations report standing bye," Spock answered. He slid an earpiece onto his head and signed into his station.

"Begin sweep!" Kirk thundered.

In the space around Enterprise brilliant flashes of energy lanced outwards towards the Ooruchet system, who's single star winked faintly some lightyear and a half away.

Subspace, Gravitic, Tachyon and passive lightspeed sensors probed the system intently for seven and a half seconds. Creating a detailed model of the system in the ships computers precise enough to see every vessel, comet, space station and orbiting satellite present in the system. Her sensors also mapped gaseous phenomenon, population levels in the atmospheres of all the planets and above all else plasma wakes indicative of vessels dropping into or our of warp.

"Engage course for star base twelve warp factor seven!" Kirk snapped as soon as Spock signalled that the scan was done. At once Sulu slammed his fingers down on the appropriate controls and with a lurch the big ship speed into high warp.

If the Larsans had any subspace sensors then they would surely see the ship. Just as they had surely seen her sensor sweep of the system. However they would be unsure of where Enterprise was for some time until they could triangulate the ships location. Giving Enterprise more than enough time for a clean getaway.

"The computer shows a clean sweep without interference captain, I am sending all appropriate data to the science departments," Spock reported.

"Very good mister Spock," Kirk said with relief. Such scan and dash tactics had been commonplace during his command of the Nautilus. But performing such a manoeuvre with a heavy cruiser was a new trick for Kirk.

"Report mister Sulu," Kirk ordered swivelling to face the helm.

"Speed and course holding, though we will need to drop down to a lower velocity if we want to avoid burning out the engines. Aft sensors do not show any pursuit forces being launched by the Larsans, or any Klingon vessels on out tail,"

"A clean getaway then," Lieutenant Slocum said from the tactical station.

"Or so it would appear Lieutenant, keep scanning for anything out of the ordinary," Kirk ordered choosing not to reprimand Slocum for his outburst. The young man was currently stuck doing the job of a Lieutenant-Commander as Enterprises official tactical officer had not been present at the time Enterprise had been dispatched to the Larsan Union. And he had been doing an admirable job, he just sometimes forgot his place.

Slocum took the cue and said nothing else. Simply nodding affirmative and darting a nervous glance back to Kirk after he had begun a scan. The ship shuddered slightly as she passed the warp four threshold, her engines humming quietly in the background. Their vibrations could be easily felt as they worked hard to push the ship up to high speed.

Five hours later and there was still no sign of pursuit by either a Larsan vessel, which hadn't a hope to catch them at the speed Enterprise was pulling, or the Klingons who were likely in the system.

After reaching a point where Kirk was certain they were not being chased he allowed the ships speed to be eased slowly back to her cruising speed of warp factor six to avoid putting unnecessary stress on the reactor. Or run the danger of overheating the reactor and causing a horrific meltdown.

During this period Spock was busily processing data at the science officers' station. Sending off bits of data to whatever department he thought most logical to do so for examination and evaluation. This process could be done by the ship's computer, However Spock wished to be as thorough as possible and the ships computers had a nasty habit of ignoring some data that could potentially be useful.

By the sixth hour of their retreat from the Ooruchet system Spock informed Kirk that the data gathered from their scan of the system had been evaluated and that a report was ready.

It was back to the conference room for the briefing. Kirk left Slocum in charge on the bridge, a major honour for one of his age. But necessary considering all the ships senior most officers needed to be present for the briefing.

They just fit, Kirk, Scotty, McCoy, Sulu, Uhura, and Winston Peters, the ships quartermaster all arranged themselves at the table with a single seat to spare. Spock had the luxury of standing as he was presenting the findings.

Without any form of introduction Spock began "After thorough examination of the data retrieved from our scan of the Ooruchet system we have discovered some supporting data for the captain's theory of Klingon involvement in the Unions politics lately."

Using a handheld mouse he turned on the display which took up the upper half of the far wall of the conference room. A massive image of the Ooruchet system appeared showing the system primary and its planets orbiting. After hitting another button the image zoomed into the main planet of the system and a number of dots appeared in its orbit all baring several different colours.

"These represent ships and space stations orbiting Ooru, the only class m planet in the system," some dots were dimmed while all the purple dots grew brighter "these are space stations, both naval and civilian," Spock explained. The purple dots were dimmed, and green ones appeared "here we have civilian vessels with power signatures to low to be warp vessels, likely these ships are simple surface to orbit transports or short haul vessels," again the green dots were dimmed and blue dots appeared. "And here are what we extrapolate to be civilian warp vessels based on available data and power signatures."

Finally, bright angry red dots replaced the blue. There were far fewer of these than there had been of the other colours. "the red dots represent Larsan military vessels of all known types and configurations from small low warp system patrol and attack craft to their larger cruisers."

"Handsome little fleet," Sulu said as he looked over the screen. "Can you display which ships of what type each dot represents?" He asked.

"May I ask why?" Spock returned even as he moved to comply with his juniors' request.

"If we can see how many of each type of ship are in the system then we can see how the Union has deployed its fleet to its outlying systems. A large number of defensive craft shows that they are possibly expecting an attack, while the same number of cruisers could show them preparing to meet any Starfleet reaction to their refusal to join the Federation," Sulu said after examining the new data Spock placed on the board for some length.

Kirk was surprised. Sulu was gifted at his job as helmsman. But he had never expected the man to be terribly well versed in tactical thought or fleet deployments. He would have to remember to ask the lieutenant-commander about that later.

The display now showed a large number of cruisers in relation to smaller ships. Perhaps six cruisers to four patrol/attack ships. Quite a top-heavy deployment for a system outside of any major threat areas.

"What other vessels are deployed throughout the rest of the system?" Kirk asked something suddenly feeling off. Why the Larsans would have so many of their warships orbiting the planet didn't add up.

"Only a pair of smaller vessels in the outer reaches of the system captain" Spock said as he made the individual energy signatures of the Larsan warships disappear. However he refrained from doing anything else with the display.

"Is there something odd about that?" Leonard H McCoy, the ships chief medical officer asked. Spock turned to him with eyebrow raised. McCoy looked around at everyone.

"I am not an expert on space warfare so someone explain to me why you are all looking around in confusion as soon as the commander shows a couple of colourful dots on his display." He all but demanded.

Kirk had to hide a sigh. He knew that the doctor only got this way when he did not understand what was going on and felt excluded. But still he always picked the worst times to get uppity.

"It means that there is something very off with their fleet deployment. With that many ships orbiting Ooru they should have some ships to spare for patrolling the rest of the system. Not just two ships." Kirk explained, but he did not have time to answer every one of McCoy's questions, "Please continue mister Spock."

"Finally, peculiar Larsan deployment notwithstanding the final pair of vessels positively identified by our scans are these two ships here," again the red dots disappeared, this time replaced with a pair of white dots which also orbited Ooru in the same general space as the Larsan ships.

Spock let these two dots sit on the display for a second as he pulled up something on his own reader. "These two dots represent Klingon warships which when their power signatures are matched with intelligence data on the Klingon fleet reveals that one of these vessels is a C-9 light cruiser and the other is an E-10 escort. At present these are all Klingon forces known to be operating in the Larsan union."

The identity of these dots had not come as a surprise. Still some were taken back by the vessels present. While both vessels in orbit of Ooru were powerful for their size range they lacked any serious staying power in a fire fight. However their presence in the Ooruchet system suggested that heavier Klingon forces would likely be present in other more populated Larsan systems.

"The C-9 has been identified with the C9-24. A vessel first encountered last year along the Klingon border which intelligence believes to be attached to the fourth fleet as a part of the eleventh roving cruiser squadron. The identity of the E-10 cannot be confirmed at this time."

Again Spock allowed the weight of what he had just said to sink in. He switched the display back to the overview of the Ooruchet system in general and stood to one side of the display.

"That's a fairly heavy Klingon force to be deployed this far from their border, I thought the empire was keeping away from such overt interference with border governments," Uhura said. Kirk noted she had written some notes on a sheet of paper. Something she had done in prior briefings.

"It may be indicative of a much more aggressive Klingon policy in Archanis," Kirk said eying Spock curiously.

"The empire has consistently said that Archanis belongs to the empire," Sulu pointed out. And he was right, since first contact with the empire the Archanis sector had been claimed as rightfully Klingon space. Irregardless of the large number of human outposts which already dotted the region.

"Was that all mister Spock?" Kirk asked wondering why Spock had not sat down. He was anxious to end the briefing and send a message to Starfleet informing them of the situation. What level of response was required after that was their problem.

"I have one more item of interest to report from our scan sir," Spock said not moving from his spot beside the display screen. "Shall I continue?" He asked.

"Please," Kirk said motioning for him to take the floor once more.

"Fractal scans of the system revealed a complex series of war trails both leaving and exiting the system which is in keeping with Starfleet's belief that the system is a major shipping hub for the union."

A series of complex lines appeared on the map. Mostly concentrated along a narrow plane and being the thickest at the upper and lower right corner of the system the lines headed likely to the more populated Larsan homeworld of Vaial and outwards to the Federation and Orion markets where Larsan minerals were traded for Federation high technology.

Spock did not long dwell on these trails, instead zooming the map into a location midway between the orbit of Ooru and the gravity limit of the systems star. The point at which a ship could engage her warp engines fully without any serious interference from the systems star.

A trio of very brightly coloured purple-blue smudges on the map appeared and Spock zoomed in on the space around these. A knot of warp trails led into the smudges and appeared on the other side headed for the inner system.

"What are we looking at mister Spock?" Scotty asked his eyes narrow slits as he tried to look closer at the display.

"Radiation spikes consistent with a major matter antimatter explosion, seemingly consistent with the detonation of a Larsan naval warp core," Spock answered.

"A battle then," Sulu said jumping out of his seat and walking to stand beside Spock. "The drive trails, they were so erratic because the ships that left those trails were in the middle of combat manoeuvres."

"Mister Spock is there anyway to determine if the Klingon vessels orbiting the planet had anything to do with the destruction of those Larsan ships?" Kirk asked also walking over to stand beside Spock and Sulu.

"It is probable to assume that the empire had some involvement in the battle, but our instruments did not have the resolution to determine the sources of the drive trails," was Spock's reply.

Kirk did some fast thinking. If his memory served the Unions government had been somewhat divided over joining the Federation or seeking closer ties with the empire. It was possible that the pro-Klingon faction had managed a coup to seize power and reverse the decision to join the Federation, if that was the case then it was likely that the Klingons were involved.

With all the information that the scan had revealed there was likely little doubt that the empire had interfered with the Larsans, if they had been invited peacefully there would be no reason for them to deploy a cruiser and escort to one of their outlying systems.

Starfleet would likely find a fitting response, and tensions would likely become even more strained between the empire and Earth. However, the Klingons now held a key strategic forward base for their ships and colonial expeditions deeper into the Archanis sector. Putting Earth at a major disadvantage.

Kirk knew that the likelihood of war was likely to become even higher. And a repeat of the four years war was not something that anyone in the UE or Starfleet wanted. The wounds from that conflict were still to fresh, not yet fully healed.

And then a thought struck him, "Mister Spock thank you for your presentation. It was certainly enlightening," he said ending the briefing. Spock was obviously confused by this, likely having still some minutes of his presentation left. However he sensed that his captain had something else planned and so shut down that display.

The rest of the senior staff also caught the hint and began to file out of the briefing room. Kirk caught Spock and Sulu`s eye and they followed him to the turbolift.

Kirk pressed the control for the bridge after the three of them were in the lift. As the car began to accelerate along the route the onboard computer had chosen he turned.

"Gentlemen I have made a decision, I am bringing us back into Larsan space after we inform Starfleet of what we have learned." He began, moving past the shock in Sulus`s eyes, and the surprise in Spock's change of facial expression he continued, "It is safe to assume that the pro Klingon faction of the Larsan government has seized power violently, possibly with the aide of the Klingons."

"It is safe to assume that the Federation friendly members of government have opposed them and failed. However if we can prove that the empire is supporting a regime which seized power from a friendly government then the Federation can force the Klingons to back out of the Union."

"And how do you intend to prove imperial involvement and the illegitimacy of the current government captain?" Spock asked revering quickly from his initial shock.

"I intend to take Enterprise into the Yokuna system and into orbit of Fiar itself and hope that whatever remains of the government contacts us. If we can get at least some of them aboard then we can leave the system and they can officially ask for Federation assistance."

Kirk waited for a response. The course of action he had just laid out was dangerous, even potentially illegal. Taking his ship into orbit of the Larsan homeworld against their wishes was something Kirk could likely be court marshalled for. However if successful the outcome would give the Federation a major base in the sector and force the empire back several parsecs towards their border.

Eventually Spock spoke, "The Klingons, and indeed whatever government has taken power is unlikely to simply allow us to enter the system and beam up those who oppose their regime. Enterprise even being allowed to enter orbit of Fiar seems unlikely."

"I agree with commander Spock sir, it won't be easy to do what you have said," Sulu said finally catching his breath. Kirk breathed a silent sigh of relief. Both of them were in support of his plan.

"Thank you," he said with a surge of pride.

"Do you have a plan that will allow us into orbit?" Spock asked. Kirk smiled a lopsided smile. He did, or at least he had the beginnings of one.

"We are going to lie our butts off mister Spock and hope that some of it sticks," he said grinning like a little kid.

Part Two

Captains log stardate 309041.14

I have taken Enterprise into the Yokuna system and we are orbiting the planet Fiar, the homeworld and capital of the Larsan Union.

While our arrival in the system was met with some hostility from the Larsan navy and government, and by demands that we leave the system immediately from the pair of orbiting Klingon D-7 cruisers we have been allowed to enter orbit after claiming that we had been ordered by Starfleet to act as an observer to the signing of any formal treaties between the union and Klingon empire.

This fabrication will hopefully be looked over by Starfleet following the success of our mission to bring a member of the Larsan government who opposes the alliance with the empire to testify before the Federation council and ask for assistance.

After a full twenty-four hours Enterprise has not yet been contacted by any resistance movements. However even without the use of active sensors it is clear that the alliance with the empire was not a popular move. Wreckage belonging to several Larsan naval units scatters the system, planetary defensive platforms have been damaged and one of the Klingon cruisers shows signs of taking some weapons fire.

We have been told that this is the result of an attempted mutiny and coup by the navy however I consider this highly unlikely. I have ordered mister Spock to discretely scan the surface of Fiar to see if there are any signs of ground combat or protests. However dense cloud cover has so far impeded our sensors.

We are told that the empire and Union will sing their treaty of alliance in a little over six hours. And myself and a small landing party have been given permission to attend and look over the treaty to ensure that Federation interests are not threatened.

I hold out hope that those who oppose the alliance will contact Enterprise before the document is signed. Once the treaty is signed and ratified by the Larsans our continued presence in the system becomes ever more difficult to justify.

"Anything yet lieutenant?" Kirk asked Uhura as he ended his log entry.

"Nothing on any frequency the Larsans use sir, although coded Klingon messages are still being sent between those orbiting cruisers and the ground," Uhura said in what was a variation of the words she had used since the Enterprise had first arrived in orbit.

"Captain our passive scans of the planet have also not yet revealed anything, though news channels continue to broadcast reports of resistance to the new government and major damage being dealt to several cities in the attack," Spock said before Kirk could ask him. The science officer was likely getting just as irritated as Uhura about Kirks constantly asking him the same question. He just did a better job of hiding it.

"Keep on it you to," Kirk could understand their frustration, even sympathise. But he was to nervous and frustrated himself to stop asking at least once every twenty minutes.

For not the first time he ran through some mental calculations. Enterprise had sent a subspace packet to star base twelve some forty hours previously. It would take the message the better part of three days to reach the star base. And roughly three and a half to reach Enterprise in her current position.

That meant that Kirk had roughly four days before he was likely to be relieved of command by Starfleets responding message and Enterprise ordered back to Federation space and apologies offered to both the Larsans and Klingons.

Perhaps a bigger problem was the UES Manticore and UES Warsaw. The big Majestic class battlecruiser and its escorting light cruiser carried the Federation delegation that was to formally accept the Larsan Union into the Federation.

If the vessels were turned back as Enterprise had been via a short and abrupt message then they would likely do so. They would no doubt wonder why the Enterprise had not messaged them about the sudden switch of the unions loyalties but would head for Federation space without much problem.

If, however the Larsans mentioned Enterprise being in orbit of Fiar then there may well be a problem if the captain of Manticore asked why Enterprise was in orbit and got an honest response. The ship could ruin Kirks plans and recall Enterprise, and Kirk would have no choice but to follow those orders.

Kirk did not know when the Manticore and Warsaw were to arrive at the Ooruchet system, they had been just leaving Wolf three five nine last he had heard. He also did not know if the ships had already been turned back by the Larsans.

If that was the case then Enterprise would likely receive a message from star base twelve in the next few days inquiring why the ship had not already arrived back at Rigel. No matter what happened Kirks window to do anything was rapidly closing.

He did not like to say it, even to himself, but if his gamble failed and he left the system without either proving Klingon involvement or making contact with the remnants of the legitimate government it would likely mean his commission.

That was something he could accept, captaining a starship was his dream job. But that did not mean he would never do anything to risk it. Especially if he felt his course of action was right. The thing that ate at him was the fate of his officers if his gamble failed. Like their captain they would likely lose their commissions and be forced out of Starfleet. And while he had resigned himself long ago to possibly loosing his position he was not really prepared for the effect of knowing he had possible ruined the careers of his officers as well as his own.

But the bridge was not the place to think such thoughts, and this was not the moment for it either when everything hung in the balance. "Mister Sulu," he called "could you prepare a correction to our orbit that will bring us over the Larsan capital?"

"Yes sir right away," Sulu said without turning his head. His hands flying over his board almost to fast to keep track of. "Shall I punch it in or just keep it waiting?" He asked a moment later.

"How long will it take to complete?" Kirk asked.

"Two hours sir," Sulu answered confidently.

Kirk thought for a moment. "No wait two hours until you execute the course correction, but let orbital control that we will be making a course change right now. We don't want them to enter into a panic."

"Very good sir," Sulu said again without so much as turning his head. His hands had begun moving even before Kirk had finished the order and shortly he signalled that he had informed the planets orbital control of the ship's future course change.

Kirk pulled up the course Sulu had entered, with a forty second thruster burn Sulu planned to shift Enterprises orbit a few degrees and bring her into a geosynchronous orbit above the Larsan capital of Matfshta. An orbit that brought her less than three hundred kilometres away from the Klingon vessels.

Such an orbit was necessary for the ships matter transporters to function, the system needing a clear line of sight with the landing zone to work, unfortunately that mean bringing the ship almost to close to the Klingon wolves which had previously been obscured by the bulk of the planet Fiar.

An alert appeared and Kirk called it up and read through it. "Mister Spock would you come with me please? The doctor is wanting to give the landing party their shots," he said stifling a sigh.

Spock nodded and quickly signed off his board, calling a replacement before he stood up. "You have the bridge mister Sulu," Kirk announced before he and Spock got into the turbolift. He ordered the car to deck six before slumping back against the wall. Feeling the car jerk slightly as it began to move.

"Are you certain that you want Lieutenant Uhura along on the mission sir?" Spock asked as soon as the car was in motion. "She is not proficient in small arms combat, nor is she in the habit of joining landing parties."

"Expecting a firefight mister Spock?" Kirk asked taken aback at the odd reasons Spock had given for Uhura being excluded from the landing party.

"Not at all captain, I am simply stating that the Lieutenant is hardly a typical choice for a member of a landing party," Spock said recovering quickly and managing to give a good reason for not including Uhura.

"I am aware that Lieutenant Uhura is not in the habit of joining landing parties, but she understands Larsan and is fluent in Klingon. She should be able to let us know of anything out of the ordinary while we are on the planet."

The car came to a stop and the doors slid open and both Kirk and Spock exited and began to walk the short distance to sickbay. Kirk with significantly more outward dread than Spock who seemed unfazed at the concept of being poked with needles.

"Are you also certain it is wise for you to lead the landing party captain?" Spock asked seemingly accepting Uhura`s presence in the landing party and moving on to another member of the team.

Before Kirk could answer they entered sickbay and were greeted by a scene of barely controlled chaos. A crewmen lay on one of the beds groaning, his left leg contorted at an unnatural angle and face bloody. His right arm was similarly mangled, a mob of nurses and doctors crowded around him. They were just getting him tied down to stop him from moving and had obviously not yet sedated the poor man.

One of the heads suddenly jerked upwards as the doors opened, once clear of the other medical staff Kirk could see it was the ships chief medical officer Leonard McCoy.

He said something to nurse Chapel, his assistant and second ranking member of the medical staff, and then left the bed and made his way over to Kirk and Spock.

"Couldn't have picked a worse time," he said with just a touch of the grouchiness which was his defining personality trait. Before either Kirk or Spock could as he explained, "able crewman Kristen here was working in the cargo bay when a lift slammed into him, he is pretty badly broke up, but will be alright."

"Has a report been filed yet doctor?" Spock asked casting a glance back to the bed where the crewmen was finally out under.

"He just came to sickbay commander," McCoy said.

"Standard procedure doctor is for a report to be filed as soon as a wounded member of the crew is brought to sickbay which explains his wounds, as soon as their extent and treatment can be determined a second report is to be filed." Spock cut in before the doctor could say anything further.

"The man is hurt very badly commander, I am a doctor not a paper pusher. I don't fill anything out before I know for certain that the patient is stable and to hell with your procedure!" McCoy shot back defiantly glaring back at Spock.

"But a report will be filled out as soon as you can confirm that the able crewman is stable?" Kirk asked trying to prevent an argument. McCoy had taken in instant dislike to Spock as soon as he was aboard the ship. And the arguments between them to had been often long and heated, at least from McCoy's perspective.

"Of course captain," McCoy said stiffly still glaring at Spock.

"Then I am satisfied to let you get to your duties," Kirk said ending the argument before it could get to bad.

"Of course captain," Spock said bowing his head slightly. Kirk knew that his first officer would likely bring up protocol again when they were in private, he also knew he would have to have a talk with the doctor about doing everything by the book, and not arguing with superior officers.

"You two need your shots before you beam down?" McCoy asked dropping the argument. He motioned for an orderly not working with Kristen, "could you bring me the immunizations for the landing party please?" He asked.

"They are in your office doctor," he answered. "Just as you ordered."

"Well then would you give the commander his shot?" McCoy asked, "thank you," he added.

He led both of them into his officer, a large room off to one side of the medical ward with a doorway leading into the surgical and research wards farther back into the complex what made up sickbay.

He handed the orderly, who's name Kirk could not remember but who looked familiar, one of the syringes and took the other for himself. Without any further talk he shoved the needle down deep into Kirks shoulder and injected a couple millilitres of a brown liquid into his bloodstream.

Kirk winced and had to stop himself from pulling away. It didn't matter how many times he was given a shot he always nearly panicked. McCoy had told him, and even showed him pictures, of the massive surgical needles' doctors had used before precision injection had been developed to perfection in the twenty third century. It didn't make him any less terrified of needles.

Spock by contrast was unmoved by the injection and even as the orderly pumped the needle into his arm his face did not change its expression. Kirk envied him immensely at this point and did his best to match his expression.

"Alright now shoo!" McCoy said after he was finished. He set the injector on the table, its needle retracted into the assembly and cleaned itself before extending back ready for its next use.

Kirk and Spock left, they were nearly to the turbolift when it opened and expelled Uhura and Lieutenant Mathew ships security. Both were members of the landing party and had come to sickbay likely for the same reason Kirk and Spock had just left.

"Captain, Commander," Uhura said as she passed them. Mathew saluted, and echoed Uhura`s greeting. "I have a basic translator working for Larsan captain, it should be entered and ready to go by the time we beam down," Uhura said handing Kirk a pad.

Kirk scanned the offered electronic document, "pretty basic," he commented scanning through the words and sentence structure that had been coded into the translator.

For the last fifty years the universal translator had been used to communicate with alien races in their own languages. It was advertised as a device which removed any reason for a human to need to learn an alien language, the device functioning as a two-way translator which turned one's words into a language understood by the other and vice versa. However the system was not without its faults. Being somewhat slow to translate and somewhat simple with its translations.

It could also be difficult for the device to sense humour or sarcasm, stress or the actual meaning behind words. Making some translations positively confusing or even changing their meaning entirely. However if the language the translator used was suitable well understood it did tolerably, Klingon dialects and Vulcan common speak were each easily understood by the translator.

Uhura winced slightly, "its not perfect but with just a few hours and a less than complete Larsan lexicon it was the best I could manage," she said defending her work.

"It was not a criticism of your work lieutenant, I think it admirable that you managed this much with the time you had. Unfortunately, that does not mean that the translator will work as well as it may otherwise." Kirk was not complaining, despite what it sounded like even to his ears.

"Its for when the translator goes haywire that we are bringing you along. In the time I have known you I have come to trust your ears far more than the translator," he added noticing how Spock shifted his weight with the mention of her ears. Kirk wondered if it had anything to do with his Vulcan ears. Not that he would ever ask that question.

Uhura nodded and smiled and her and Mathew left Kirk and Spock agreeing to meet in the transporter room in an hour. Spock soon parted ways with Kirk, citing duties on the bridge. Leaving Kirk some free time before they were to leave.

He headed in the general direction of rec one, the ships main mess hall and entertainment center located in the leading edge of the ships command hull. A grilled ham and cheese sandwich sounded good, and Kirk had not eaten in several hours.

A pair of footsteps headed his way fast caught his ears and he stopped to turn around. "Yeoman Rand," he called catching sight of his tall blonde assistant.

"Captain the bridge is looking for you sir, mister Sulu says he found something," she gasped. "I had just delivered a report and was on my way to get some lunch when I caught sight of you."

"Do you know what lieutenant commander Sulu found?" He asked his stomach protesting with a gurgle at its hunger not being sated.

"No idea sir." Rand said apologetically.

"Thank you for informing me yeoman." Kirk said starting to move off in the direction of the turbolift. He stopped short and turned back towards Rand.

"Were you headed to rec one for lunch?" He asked.

"Yes captain, would you like something?" Rand asked. Kirk nodded. She smiled, "what would you like me to bring you?" She asked.

"A grilled ham and cheese and a coffee would be appreciated," Kirk said, "please?" He added.

"Of course sir, my pleasure." Rand turned and headed off, leaving Kirk to count himself fortunate for having such a good assistant. Aboard his last ship the nautilus his yeoman, a man named Killick, had been far from eager to help his captain at all.

He hurried to the turbolift and punched in the command that would take him to the bridge and prepared himself for whatever it was that was urgent enough for Sulu to look for him.

"Captain on deck!" Sulu said as the doors opened to the bridge. "I actually was looking for you sir, I just talked with doctor McCoy and he said I had just missed you in sickbay."

"Yeoman Rand said you were looking for me, have you found something?" Kirk asked waving down the bridge crew which was all standing at attention.

"We actually just saw some heavy airstrikes conducted against one of the cities along the wester coast of the small southern continent. Nothing to serious, but a lot of aerial activity and ground attacks going on." Sulu reported moving over to the science station which was manned by an ensign Cheeseman, a junior officer on his first deployment. He moved aside and showed Kirk a playback of the strikes.

It was an impressive sight Kirk had to admit. At least thirty atmospheric vehicles of some description swarmed around the mid-sized city and simultaneously fired off rounds of missiles at a large complex of buildings in the city center. Occasional spats of ground to air lasers and counter missile fire could be seen and at least seven of the aircraft were downed by these weapons as they attempted a second pass.

"Comms reports a massive increase in military communications across all channels in a variety of codes and some of the Larsan vessels have assumed orbits over important cities, the Klingons have also been communicating regularly with the Larsans over the past hour." Cheeseman pulled up a new page which showed the significant spike in comms traffic.

"It could be another uprising," Sulu suggested.

"Or the last elements of the legitimate government getting killed off," Kirk said a pit forming in his stomach. That attack had likely caused at least a few hundred civilian casualties. As well as making a fair amount of collateral damage.

"Keep scanning the area with passive, we may still find something we can use." Kirk ordered with a mental sigh. It made sense. Whatever was left of the legitimate government after the pro-Klingon coup would have likely went into hiding. And the appearance of a Starfleet ship in orbit may likely have led them to expose themselves expecting Federation assistance. Kirk had been afraid of that.

Rand came in just then and gave Kirk his sandwich and coffee. Kirk thanked her and checked the time. Less than four hours to go now. He had just time to make some final preparations.

"Mister Sulu, you have the bridge I am going to engineering to make some final preparations with mister Scott. Please see inform me of any further developments." Sulu nodded and rose to take the conn, the command chair located in the centre of the bridge.

Last minute preparations made and a final briefing later and it was time to beam down to the surface of Fiar to witness the signing of the Larsan-Klingon treaty of alliance. Kirk stepped onto the transporter pad flanked by Commander Spock to his left, Lieutenant Uhura to his right, Leftenant Averof of ships security behind him. All four wore the elaborate dress uniforms the situation demanded.

"Energize!" Kirk ordered once he was given the all clear sign by commander Scott in the transporter control room. As the pad began to glow and a high-pitched whine became audible Kirk tried his best not to wince.

He just about managed it, like always. As the whine grew ever louder and the transporter room turned to a blinding white light a grimace forced its way onto Kirks face. It was a grimace he still wore as the light faded down.

Narrowly avoiding falling to his knees and vomiting, as many first-time users had the habit of doing, Kirk fought back the disorientation and took stock of his surroundings. Running through a series of techniques to stop the world from spinning and control his stomach.

He was in a large square with elegant and large buildings around the edges. A large fountain in the center spewed forth clear water from an animal mouth and a line of armed men in uniform standing behind a single better dressed man clustered around the fountain edge.

As the world came back into focus Kirk could see that the man coming his way wore the blue-purple robes and elegant white suite of a Larsan high committee member. Flowing white beard and grey eyebrows gave Kirk the impression that this man had held his seat for many years.

"Welcome captain Kirk to our world," the man said without any genuineness behind his words. "I am member Rah`je Jeoplannap from the Tak ungertha representative region.

He spoke in English with a heavy accent which blended r and j sounds together in a harsh way. However to Kirks ears the n and g sounds he made were most pleasant.

As Kirk had asked lieutenant Uhura stepped forward and said something indistinguishable in the Larsan language most commonly spoken during the Unions dealings with the Federation. Raj`je bowed his head, a tight smile curving the edges of his mouth.

Kirk sized the man before him up. Doing his best as he did so to ignore the at minimum forty armed guards standing behind him. Raj`je was short and plump as was typical of Larsans. His features were standard humanoid for the most part. Four limbs, two arms ending in a pair of hands with five digits, two legs with feet attached, a torso, and finally a short neck which held the head. Which itself had a pair of eyes, nose in the center of the face, and a mouth from which he spoke, ate and breathed.

The only major distinguishing feature the Larsans held was a mass of cartilage perched atop the nose which resembled a knot. From briefings Kirk remembered that the older the individual Larsan the larger the knot. And Raj`je`s knot was quite large. Though in proportion to the rest of his face it was not really noticeable.

The thin smile disappeared and was replaced with a vacant expression. "We have prepared a meal to enjoy before the singing of the treaty. Members of our three governments will be present, as well as many citizens. I trust that you will not object to this?"

Kirk smiled trying to put the Larsan at ease, "that is no problem, I could definitely eat something."

"Good, follow me please." Raj`je said with an odd sort of finality. Without further word or even look he began to walk off, the line of armed men forming an honour guard on either side of the little party.

"You are not armed, are you?" Raj`je asked suddenly wheeling around a look of either panic or displeasure on his face.

"Leftennant Averof carries a sword, a form of bladed weapon that is part of his ceremonial uniform," Kirk said gesturing to Averofs sabre.

Raj`je was dubious, "It is used for ceremony only?" He asked, "not for combat?"

"Once long ago on our world they were used. But those days are behind us now," Kirk said trying his best to not look to obviously at the weapons carried by the guards. Some form of plasma weapon most likely judging from their bulky barrels and large gas canisters.

"Both we ourselves and the Klingons carry ceremonial bladed weapons, we will allow your leuefteant Aeverif to carry one as well," Raj`je said once again turning around and starting off towards the building at the edge of the square.

"I can take it off and leave it sir if you think it will be a problem," Averof offered whispering into Kirks ear.

"Member Raj`je says it is alright for you to have it, so you can keep it on," Kirk said wondering if the Larsans knew that the Klingons d`k tahg daggers were anything but ceremonial.

"It would seem captain that the Klingon delegation has no interest in welcoming us," Spock whispered.

Kirk had noticed the same thing, "It would appear the empire is even less thrilled about our presence than the Larsans," Kirk said as quietly as he could.

"The empire does have a presence though, look." Uhura said turning her head over to one of the guards. Kirk followed and was rewarded with the sight of a Klingon disruptor pistol tucked into the guard's holster. A holster obviously used for a different weapon entirely judging by its shape.

"A gift?" Kirk guessed. It was common, or so he had heard, for such weapons to be given as trades by Klingon troops.

"Likely. And his is not the only one." Spock said. Now that Kirk looked around he could see several other Klingon sidearms and even a disruptor rifle strung around one mans shoulders.

"How generous of them, and here we are with nothing to offer," Kirk said without humour. He was keenly aware that his entire party had only a single sabre between them. He felt naked and vulnerable.

Surrounded by a large group of armed men the four were led to a large building just off the square where they had beamed down. From its roof hung several brightly coloured banners, likely holding some meaning for the Union.

Above the entrance hung a blue and red banner depicting a flame with a starry background behind it, the symbol of the Union. Beside it hung the red and black triple blades revolving around a halo, the symbol of the Klingon empire and the cult of Kahless. The imagery was quite clear. Larsa and the empire were equal partners in the alliance they were about to sign.

"Please feel free to mingle with the crowd, the signing will take place at the hour of Mishnah, seventeen hundred hours your time," Raj`je said now standing beside the building. The soldiers formed a guard at the door and snapped sharply into alert positions spaced equidistance from one another.

"There will be a special place for your party to observe the signing of the treaty captain, meet me at the stairwell when it the announcement is made," Raj`je said before he disappeared into the crowd.

Kirk assumed the member meant the announcement that the treaty was going to be signed. But he wasn't about to ask. He motioned his group into the building and with a deep sigh of trepidation followed them in.

He found himself in a large banquet hall with two long tables arranged along the edges of the room with a large open space, probably a dance floor in the middle. Filling the room was healthy number of Larsans in various official looking uniforms. Kirk spotted a large number of Klingon officers present as well. Some of whom spotted the four Starfleet officers standing awkwardly at the rooms entrance and began to move towards them.

"Sir," Averof said his voice rising to be heard over the chatter of the room.

"I see them leftennant thank you," Kirk said automatically moving to the head of the landing party and meeting the curious gaze of the lead Klingon officer levelly.

"Honoured visitor you delight us with your presence," the leader of the group. At least Kirk assumed he was the leader, said bowing his head slightly. As he rose Kirk got a good look at his forehead ridges and long stringy dark hair which had a number of religious beads woven in its strands.

"So glad you allowed us to witness this historic event," Kirk answered as always somewhat at a loss for words when a Klingon spoke politely to him.

"Indeed," the warrior said with obvious annoyance. Perhaps resisting the urge to say something further he began to introduce himself and his party. "I am Klurn of the house of Mukogh, general of the Imperial military." Gesturing behind him a non-ridged Klingon sporting a large moustache stepped forward. "Commander Horusui Fel menoratu of the battlecruiser yoHlaw' Suvwl'." Another stepped forward, "Feronio Casrian his second and finally Klass of the house of Suvror, master of the battlecruiser."

Kirk introduced himself and his part, noting that one of the non-ridged Klingons, Casrian cast a curious look at Averof`s sabre. "Are you the empires representative to the Union?" Kirk asked Klurn.

"I am, it is to me that the honour of signing our treaty befalls." He said. Kirk decided he likely belonged to the conservative faction which had come to power in the empire following the empires defeat in the four years war. The fact that the Klingon high council had sent a man of such importance showed how serious they viewed the Unions inclusion into the empire's web of alliances.

"And you are the one who was to begin proceedings for the Unions inclusion into your federation are you not?" Klurn asked casting an eye over his human counterpart.

Kirk nodded. "I find it strange that your Starfleet should then assign you to witness the signing of our treaty," Klurn said a careful amount of confusion slipping into his voice. "Perhaps the Starfleet is more thinly spread than it is normally thought," he offered.

"Perhaps," Kirk said with a shrug.

"This is quite the celebration," Averof remarked looking around in an attempt to break the ice between the to groups. "Your governments must put great stock in this treaty."

"We do human. Both the union and empire consider this treaty to be of the utmost importance." It was Klass the master of the Suvwl' who spoke this time. Klurn shot back a glare but otherwise seemed to agree.

"Would you walk with me captain?" Klurn asked. "I would speak with you," he added motioning in the direction of the nearest banquet table.

Kirk had his doubts but agreed, "meet me back here when the treaty is about to be signed," he ordered to his landing party. Averof went with Klass and Casrian while Spock and Uhura remained together in company with commander Horusui. It was pretty clear to Kirk that his party would have no chance to meet in private with any Larsans belonging to a resistance movement. A fact which the Klingons were likely well aware of.

"How long have you been in command of your vessel captain?" Klurn asked as he and Kirk entered a line around the buffet. He grabbed a plate for himself and began to pile on some strange smelling noodle like things to it.

Kirk was guarded in his answer, "Less than a year," he said also taking a portion of the noodles and eying the fried meat that Klurn was now adding to his own noodles.

"I thought as much," Klurn said nodding to himself. "Our intelligence shows Enterprise under the command of captain Christopher Pike still, I do hope the good captain did not leave this life." Klurn said either doing a passable imitation of concern.

"He was promoted to another post, though I would be doing your intelligence services a disservice if I told what his new post is," Kirk said grabbing something that looked vaguely like an eggroll from Asian cuisine on Earth.

"Not willing to betray military secrets in polite conversation. Oh well there is much else we can talk about." Klurn said casting a curious look at Kirk over the eggroll lookalike.

The two spent the next few minutes discussing Larsan, Klingon and Human cuisine. Klurn remarking about the vast variety of human dishes and the huge array of ingredients that go into it. He even went so far as to say he was fond of Russian cooking, something Kirk was largely unfamiliar with. About as unfamiliar as the huge number of Klingon dishes Klurn mentioned.

Throughout the conversation Kirk got the distinct impression that he was being distracted and corralled towards sitting at a certain area. Kirk noticed without surprise that a large number of Klingons sat around Kirk and Klurn with few Larsans present.

Kirk was introduced to a few of them. Captains of the other ships present in the system, their first officers and gunners, shock troop commanders and a smattering of diplomats. All greeted him pleasantly enough.

Kirk noticed something in the group that recent intelligence briefings had made repeated mention of. And that was the large number of ridged Klingons in the group. Intelligence was uncertain but knew that at least eleven races existed in the empire, all calling themselves Klingon.

Those with ridged foreheads and those with dark, almost bronze skin and thick matted black hair were the most common. Although occasionally a pale grey skinned race with prominent spinal ridges was seen. In the past the two main Klingon races were seen to be more or less equals. With both serving in equally highly placed positions within the empire's military forces.

Intelligence believed that this had begun to change with the various coups which had plagued the empire since the end of the four years war. A string of coups which had seemingly ended with members of the cult of Kahless seizing power from a provisional government formed after the assassination of chancellor Gowlah.

If intelligence was right then the cult of Kahless was purging the various other races from power in the empires government and military and replacing them with other devout members of the cult. A cult which placed a high price on honour and glory in battle. Which did not bode well for the continued peace between the federation and empire.

As he was eating the surprisingly edible Larsan food something caught his eye. A group of Larsans dressed in muted colours were making their way to the center of the room.

Klurn must have also noticed as he hissed something into the ear of a shock troop commander who immediately rose and motioned to the guards standing in around the room. Immediately disruptors were checked and three soldiers began to work their way as unobtrusively as possible over to the Larsans.

"If I were you captain and did not have a weapon I would think about taking cover about now," Klurn said conversationally even as he drew his own elaborately decorated disruptor pistol and charged it, the weapon emitting an audible hiss as its activation knob was turned.

Kirk, sensing the underlying urgency in the general's words immediately ducked down and began to crawl over to a nook in the wall where to pillars almost met. He tried without success to catch the eye of the rest of his landing party and as soon as he saw one of the Larsans flash a weapon ducked down as low as he could.

Spock and Uhura were sitting in the same area as Kirk but several tables down and surrounded by most of the few non-ridged Klingons present in the delegation. Uhura had for some time been carrying on a conversation in her best dialect A Klingon with commander Horusui while Spock had been observing the group around them.

Unlike Kirk Spock was seated facing the wall and so did not notice the Larsans entering the room. He did take not of the sudden alertness of the Klingons around him however and quickly looked around. Seeing the same weapon as Kirk had flash brightly as its bearer brought the weapon up and took aim.

"Down!" Spock shouted grabbing ahold of Uhura just as chaos engulfed the banquet hall and the sound of disruptors filled the air. Holding the lieutenant by the shoulder he slammed both himself and her to the ground and began to drag Uhura towards the relative safety of the wall.

Averof heard Spock shout and immediately turned towards the commander only to see disruptors flash a faint blue towards the center of the room. He did not even have time to react before one of the Klingons he had been eating with picked him up and threw him towards the wall shouting that he should protect his captain.

Taking the fact that he was still alive and not filled with disruptor holes as a sign that the Klingons were not shooting at him Averof complied and made his way over to Kirks hiding spot.

"Are you alright sir?" He shouted over the din.

"Fine!" Kirk yelled back wishing he had a phaser or at least a personal shield handy. He looked around but did not see a fallen Klingon disruptor pistol handy.

"Where is Commander Spock and lieutenant Uhura?" He asked looking around for the other half of his landing party.

"Didn't see them!" Averof shouted back. He took out his sword for the scant comfort it could offer and looked around for anyone trying to take a shot at them. It seemed for the moment that everyone was more interested in shooting at eachother than "accidentally" killing a pair of Starfleet officers.

"I think we should move towards the exit!" Averof said, a suggestion Kirk was all to happy to follow. With the leftennant leading the way both of them crawled along the wall trying to keep the table between themselves and the line of sight of any of the shooters.

It took some time, but they managed it in the end without any difficulty. No one tried to stop them and no one got in their way. As soon as they were out the front doors, a pair of Klingons guarding the entrance waving them through with scarcely a second glance, Kirk pulled out his communicator and tried to raise the ship.

"Jammed!" He shouted as he flipped through all channels and got back only static.

"Probably means it's a little more than a few locals with guns then," Averof remarked eyes darting around rooftops and alleyways in an attempt to see any other hostiles. He didn't find any, but that did not mean none were there waiting to take a shot. "I suggest we find the commander and lieutenant and then try to get beyond the disturbance and beam back to the ship."

"Solid idea leftennant!" Kirk said ducking down beneath a vehicle of some description. For a brief moment he considered stealing it, but his likely inability to drive the thing more than a few meters quickly made him change his mind.

A noise behind him made Kirk turn around just in time to see one of the Klingon door guards go down in an orange flash of agony as a disruptor hit him full in the chest, his corpse hit the ground smouldering and lifeless.

Immediately the other guard dropped down, narrowly avoiding a second blast and returning fire even as he waved a pair of Larsans through the door. Between them they held an injured Klingon warrior who moaned pitifully as he clutched a smouldering shoulder.

"Help them!" Kirk ordered temporarily dismissing all thoughts of his own people. He could not do anything for his people with the banquet hall still so chaotic.

Averof was quick and offered to take the injured Klingon, an offer the two Larsans gratefully accepted. Averof deftly moved the much larger Klingon over beside the vehicle and looked him over. His face told Kirk all he needed to know.

"How long?" He asked trying hard not to look at the dying warrior.

"Not long," Averof said very upset. Like Kirk he wanted to help the man before him. A grenade blast within the banquet hall went off and shifted the vehicle the five of them were hiding behind.

"We won't have much longer if we don't get out of here," Kirk said under his breath. At least the warrior was armed. His disruptor pistol was still in its holster. Or was until Averof grabbed it and thumbed the power switch to the on position.

"Maybe one of these two knows how to work this vehicle," Averof said pointing the gun at the Larsans.

"I have a bad feeling about this!" Spock shouted as an explosion went off somewhere at the far end of the room, blowing shrapnel in all directions where it often intersected with both Klingon and Larsan alike.

"Is the exit clear?" Uhura said as loudly as she could. Over the din of the battle that had erupted here voice was almost inaudible.

Spock chanced a look and was met with a near miss from some kind of energy weapon. Plasma based judging from the din. "It does not appear so."

"Great. Just perfect!" Uhura said looking around for another exit. She didn't find one but there was what remained of a Klingon shock trooper a few meters away with a mostly intact disruptor rifle and pistol still clutched in his arms. All that separated her and Spock from the weapons was a gap where a table had collapsed.

"I have an idea!" She shouted turning to face Spock.

"I do not like the way you said that!" The half-breed Vulcan shouted back. His face changed from grim to alarm as he caught sight of the singed corpse and the weapons.

"I`m smaller than you, stay here!" Uhura yelled before unceremoniously diving for the weapons despite the protests of Spock who felt strongly that she should have remained while he fetched the weapons.

Her dive brought her most of the way over to the next table. She landed flat with just her legs showing. Fortunately there was no one paying attention to her area that moment as she was able to pull her legs away without getting shot.

"Made it!" She shouted triumphantly holding the weapons for Spock to see. Spock signed his congratulations a look of alarm and unhappiness still on his face. A look that grew more unhappy when Uhura threw the pistol over to him.

Uhura was not in a mood to argue. She had other issues on her mind. Like who to shoot. The Klingons, who had as far as she could tell not yet shot at them, were out of the question.

But what Larsans were shooting at them and what Larsans where shooting at the Larsans who had shot the first Larsans was the question. A confusing one, but the question nonetheless.

She had not seen who it was who had fired the first shots and so had no way of knowing friend from foe. Or perhaps potential foe from actual going to kill her foe. After a few seconds of thought she decided to only shoot at those who shot at her.

The next question Uhura asked herself was how she and Spock were going to get out of the hall and to a safer place. Hazarding another look around no exits in easy reach presented themselves. And then an idea came to her.

Looking down at the disruptor rifle she took a moment to go over the various controls and power settings of the weapon. Doing her best to translate the Klingon characters into their English equivalents as she did so. Finding the setting appropriate for her plan she set the weapon, took aim and fired.

A gaping hole appeared in the wall and through it another room, some form of closet or food storage area. Most importantly no shots came through it into the banquet hall. A good sign that it was unoccupied.

"What are your intentions lieutenant?" Spock asked the concern in his voice going to a slight panic as he lost control of the situation. Something that happened often when he was in company with the ship's communications officer.

"Getting out of here!" Uhura thundered back. "Go on I will cover you!"

"No, you go first, and I will cover you," Spock ordered. "I am in a better position to do so and you are closer," he added when she appeared ready to argue the point.

With Spock firing at something Uhura closed her eyes and rushed for the hole she had created, leaping through and hitting the ground in a ball before hastily rising and taking cover facing back towards the hall.

"Ready!" She shouted to Spock who at once got up and rushed along to the hole and rushed past Uhura, dropping to one knee and turning around to make sure he was not being shot at. And to shoot anyone who was about to before they could have the chance.

"Now what?" Uhura asked looking around the room they found themselves in. It was indeed a food storage area, the butchered carcasses waiting for the kitchen hanging from the ceiling being the tipoff. On one side there was a door. If all went well on the other side there would not be anyone trying to kill them.

"Cover me," Spock offered holding his borrowed pistol and moving towards the door. Behind him Uhura took up position ready to follow the commander through if no one started shooting.

"This is not how my day was supposed to go," Uhura muttered under her breath as she followed Spock out of the freezer rifle trained to the left as Spock searched the right.

The Larsans had indeed known how to drive the vehicle and with a little bit of trouble with the universal translator Kirk had managed to get the point across of what he wanted to do. Amounting to going as far away from the shooting as possible it had been fairly easy to convince the Larsans to take Kirk, Averof and the injured Klingon.

It proved harder for Kirk to talk them into driving around the area to look for Spock and Uhura however and Kirk had to resort to flashing his disruptor pistol to convince them. Nothing as open as saying he was armed, just bringing the thing into view to remind them that he had it.

"See anything leftennant?" Kirk asked scanning the building where the firefight between the Klingons and Larsans raged. Kirk suspected that the attackers belonged to a resistance group which was against the alliance between the Union and empire. Whether or not they supported an alliance with the federation or not was beyond Kirks guess.

"Nothing on my side sir. How about you?" Averof asked looking over every inch of the building.

"Try that alley," Kirk commanded the Larsan at the wheel of the vehicle. Or what would have been the wheel on an earth designed car. On the Larsan vehicle it consisted of a joystick mounted between the legs of the driver with a series of levers and dials on its sides.

"Safe this not is!" The Larsan hissed the translator keeping pace with his words but mangling all sense of grammatical correctness out of his sentence. Kirk got the gist though.

"Just a minute more," Kirk pleaded knowing he could not continue to wave the disruptor around to get his way. "My people are still inside."

Apparently his words came across to the Larsan who simply hmphed and settled deeper into his seat. The vehicle moved in the direction Kirk had pointed out slowly, all four occupants scanning the area for possible attackers.

Kirk was just about ready to give up, nearly convinced that Spock and Uhura were still trapped inside, when Averof shouted "there sir!" Kirks head swivelled and his eyes focused on the area he was pointing at.

He saw a smouldering hole in the side of the building and rubble strewn about the alley. Emerging out of the hole however was Spock, followed closely by the lieutenant. "There!" He cried, startling the Larsans. "You have to stop! Averof get their attention."

Averof hoped out of the vehicle and ran over. Coming to a stop some ten meters away when Uhura raised a Klingon disruptor rifle in his direction. She lowered the weapon when she saw who it was and both she and Spock ran over to the waiting vehicle.

It was a tight fit, seven beings in a vehicle designed for perhaps five at the most. But comfort was not exactly high on their list of priorities at the moment.

"Captain I am glad to see that you and leftennant Averof made it out of the fighting safely." Spock said once again slipping on a mask of passive non-emotion.

"As am I to see that you both are alright. We were worried." Kirk said trying to maintain a degree of decorum and not break down. This had been the first time an away mission had ended like this. And the thought that any of his crew could have died was not a pleasant one.

The sound of distant disruptor fire reminded him that death was still very much a possibility. "Go we must now! Or wound may we get!" The Larsan not driving said

Without further comment from the front seat the vehicle sped off at what Kirk estimated had to be at least a hundred kilometres an hour. The wheels of the vehicle were apparently not connected to a suspension system intended for this level of abuse and so the little thing bumped and shook all over the road.

City streets and buildings became a single blurred mass out the windows at sharp turns and screeching halts caused the occupants of the vehicle to bash into each other. By this point Kirk was almost certain that the warrior was beyond hope. He had almost completely stopped making any noises and his pulse had grown very weak. He and Uhura had managed to fashion a basic bandage for his wounds. But it was he feared too little too late.

The two Larsans, the driver and his companion, chattered back and forth so fast that the universal translator had trouble making any sense of what they said. Uhura did her best. But was able only to translate bits as she recognized a familiar word here and there.

Spock monitored the communicator intently not wanting to miss the moment when the interference cleared and they were able to raise the ship. Averof scanned ahead for any signs of danger Uhura`s borrowed rifle at the ready.

Kirk asked at one point if there was any place the driver was taking the vehicle. But apparently he was not noticed by the two Larsans who were to busy arguing about something themselves.

Finally the vehicle began to slow. Looking around Kirk could see a few buildings. But they were out of the urban sprawl of the city center when the banquet hall had been. Infuriatingly though they were still in range of the comms interference. Spock posited that perhaps the attack was part of a much larger assault against the city itself. And that the firefight in the banquet hall had been just one part of a much larger attack.

Something about Spock's theory didn't sit right with Kirk. It seemed off somehow. But he did not have any theories of his own to counter with and so he said nothing.

"Captain I think we are stopping!" Averof said

"I believe you are right leftennant," Spock said having noticed the vehicles engine beginning to throttle down. Its hum growing quieter as the vehicles speed decreased.

The driver stopped in a small courtyard belonging to a decent sized house. Kirk guessed they were somewhere in the suburbs around the city, likely a fairly affluent neighbourhood judging by the architecture and general appearance of the buildings.

A group of Larsans exiting from a door at the far end distracted him and he focused on them. Numbering six in total they shouted something to far away for the translator to catch at the driver and his companion who answered back something that was translated as something happened not right.

Alarm bells sounded as Kirk saw one of the Larsans with a handheld weapon of some kind bring it up to bear in their direction, "look out!" Escaped his lips before he could think up a proper order to arms. But the point got across.

Averof and Spock raised their weapons while Kirk fished his out from the seat beneath the warrior who by now was almost totally still. "Stop right there!" Kirk shouted as loudly as he could finally powering up his disruptor pistol and pointing it at what appeared to be the group leader.

The Larsans responded by raising their own weapons. A surprising arsenal considering Kirk had originally seen just the one pistol. Each individual had their own beam weapon and now that Kirk looked harder he saw that each also carried some form of bladed weapon. Perhaps the ceremonial weapons Raj`je had mentioned what seemed like days ago.

This impasse held until the driver suddenly grabbed at Kirks pistol shouting. Averof was upon him before the translation could get through, but eventually a shout of "danger not, friends of Starfleet they are!" reached his ears in English.

"What was that?" Kirk asked holding Averof off the Larsans who now had eyes the size of moons and glanced about in confusion and mild terror, his companion glued to the side of the cabin trying to be invisible.

Averof followed orders quickly and gave the alien room to breath muttering apologies to his captain. The Larsans fear dissipated and he collected himself before speaking. "Friends of Starfleet and federation we and they are. Contact you during treaty thing we wished. Men extreme in their views attacked first, run we did and stumble into you we did while carrying friend of us to safety who was injured."

Kirk took a moment to process. Spock spoke first, "I believe that these two men were supposed to contact us during the banquet. But that others who were more violent in their opposition to the treaty signing attacked before they could speak to us. It would appear that these others are also a part of the group that wished to contact us."

Kirk nodded. He had reached the same conclusion but was just slower putting it into words than Spock. "What is it that you wanted to speak to us about?" Kirk asked.

"For help of Starfleet against Klingon and other Larsans their friends are," the driver answered eyes darting to the other group which had gotten much close while this conversation had been going on.

"All is well now, no weapons needed for violence!" He shouted outside relief flowing into him. He suddenly grew almost limp. Sinking deep into the chair and sighing loudly.

It was a feeling Kirk could well understand. The driver's words sounded clearly like a plea for help. If he could just get one of the members of the group to explain what had happened and the extent of Klingon involvement. And then get at least one of them to return to star base twelve with him he could likely get the federation to take action in favour of the Larsans. Meaning his defying of orders had not been for nothing.

They were brought into a house. From the looks of it a simple residential dwelling and not the more ornate domicile of a high placed official. Not the sort of place one would expect a major attack to be orchestrated and commanded.

Hastily installed monitors and plotting tables dotted the main rooms of the house while armed guards swarmed the area. Missile and laser emplacements guarded the sky and off in the distance a row of aerial combat vehicles could be seen parked along a basic runway.

The basement of the house held a war room. The kind of hodgepodge and quickly assembled place normally portrayed in film as belonging to the underdog rebel cell which was used in their war against the evil empire.

It was a trope Kirk could well appreciate, the grizzled man before him also fit well the stereotypical rebel leader. Gruff and scarred a line of cauterized skin ran along the side of his face as a grizzly mark of some grievous injury. Judging by the wounds freshness it was gained fairly recently.

"Glad we are to see with our eyes you." The man said in a strained and throaty voice. Likely having something to do with damaged vocal cords.

"I must apologize for your near-death experience, others wish to destroy the Klingon leadership and their puppets through any means necessary. They did not know of your presence at the banquet and would likely not have cared if they did know it."

Kirk was somewhat taken back by the mans switching to English, but recovered quickly, "we are most grateful for your agents, without them all four of us may likely have perished," he said grateful that he would not have to put up with the translators butchered translations any longer.

"I am Puv`le Kraksom, former member of the government before those supportive of an alliance with the Klingons launched their coup. And now current leader of the movement which wishes to restore the legitimate government to power."

Kirk nodded, "I am captain James Tiberius Kirk of the starship Enterprise," he said. He turned and gestured to his officers, "this is commander Spock, Leftennant Averof and lieutenant Uhura." Spock stepped forward.

"Greetings member," he said nodding his head slightly.

"Camandey Spook," Puv`le said mulling the strange words over for a moment. "Cepten Kurk," he said as well before seemingly abandoning the effort to pronounce Human and Vulcan names. "Have you been able to contacy your ship?" He asked instead.

Kirk shook his head wondering if the Larsans understood what the movement meant. "No we have not been able to reach our vessel since beaming down," he said.

"We assumed as much. Jamming has effected most of this continent and the string of battles that have erupted have merely made things worse," Puv`le said shaking his head in sorrow.

"We do have a tie in to the military communications network however you could use to contact your vessel," Puv`le offered. "It is somewhat patchy with all that is going on, but you should be able to hold a brief voice only communication."

"Thank you," Kirk breathed already looking for the station.

"Captain a moment?" Spock asked diverting Kirks attention. "Lieutenant Uhura can raise the ship."

"What is it mister Spock?" Kirk could see that his first officer had a question at the tip of his tongue, though he did his best to hide it.

"What do you intend to say once the ship is raised? Knowing that the channel may well be tapped by the Klingons and their supporters. And as you have yet to determine the intentions of our hosts."

Spock had a point. Kirk did not really have any plan for what he was going to say. He did not even know if the men around him would even want federation help. Or if at this point if the federation would have any interest in helping the union.

But then the past few hours had gone along well enough without him having time to think up a plan. And he trusted that the trend would continue for the near future.

"Member may I ask you a question?" Kirk asked mentally crossing his fingers.

"Of course captain," Puv`le said suddenly looking concerned at the others change in tone.

"If I were to offer official help to your faction in restoring legitimate government to the union what would that entail?" Kirk asked.

"We would not expect the aid of your federation until one of us has had the chance to petition your council on the matter. We would also of course plea for admission into the federation as soon as law and order is restored. And pledge to hold ourselves to the ideals such a position would demand."

Kirk breathed another silent sigh of relief, that was just what he wanted to hear. "In that case," he said, "I offer federation support to you and your colleagues and request that you assign a delegation to accompany us back to our ship."

Puv`le was quick to respond, clearly he had been expecting more struggle to get such an outcome, "On behalf of my government and people I accept, six of us will accompany you back to your ship."

"Thank you," Kirk said feeling a weight come of his shoulder as he finally accomplished at least half of what he had set out to do.

It took some time longer for Uhura to raise Enterprise. She was unfamiliar with Larsan technology and her helper did not speak English like Puv`le. Making communication over translator difficult.

But she managed and before long a familiar voice crackled over the speaker, "Captain are we glad to hear from you!"

Kirk could not help but smile, "its good to hear a familiar voice mister Scott. Sorry it took so long for us to get in touch."

"Danne mention it captain, just glad your safe. Its not been looking good from our vantage point."

"I can imagine," Kirk said wondering how widespread the fighting was. But he did not have time to ask, "mister Scott we don't have time for chitchat, out communications may be cut off at any moment. We have eight to beam up immediately if your willing."

Scotty was willing and five minutes later Kirk and seven others, his original landing party and four larsans, materialized aboard Enterprise. Having just beamed down to the planet a few hours previously Kirk found the experience almost unbearable. He nearly fell over as a wave of nausea hit him. Spock had to prop up Uhura with one arm.

One of the larsans, Kirk had not even learned their names, retched onto the deck. Soon another followed while the other two of the delegation ran from the transporter pad and to the doors trying to stay away.

The bioscanner detected no foreign bacteria or anything harmful to the ship or its crew and with the blink of a green light the doors slid open silently and admitted the two Larsans spilling out into the anteroom of the transporter complex.

"Captain sir," Yeoman Rand said from beyond the door eying the Larsans with a curious eye. Behind her a somewhat disgruntled looking crewman moved into the transporter room and began to clean up the vomit.

"Were we detected by the Klingons yeoman?" Kirk asked not having time for pleasantries. If the Klingons knew, or cared what Enterprise was doing their mission could be in jeopardy. Kirk silently hoped the Klingon forces were so thrown into chaos by the fighting that they were paying Enterprise hardly any intention at all.

"I don't know captain, so far they have been mostly concerned with the capital and the fighting there. Apparently most of their senior officers were in the hall when the fighting broke out and they have yet to account for all of them. They have been sending down a steady stream of drop ships and air support the past few hours though."

Rand eyed the group with obvious relief. "You all made it out ok it seems though."

Kirk attempted a smile, "more or less," he said wondering how dishevelled he looked. Going off Averoff or Uhura he looked pretty rough. Spock somehow appeared none the worse for wear. At least his hair and uniform were still presentable and not bloodstained and tattered like Averofs.

"Yeoman would you be so kind as to show our guests to quarters, Averof accompany her. Commander, Lieutenant would you follow me?" Kirk said jumping into captain mode. He imagined Scotty would have much to say once he made it to the bridge.

Rand and Averof nodded and moved off while the three others made their way out of the transporter room and to the nearest turbolift. Leaving a transporter operator and crewman alone in the room.

"Captain on deck!" Scotty thundered as Kirk and company entered the bridge. Kirk waved the salutes down and got to business.

"Status mister Scott?" Kirk asked sitting down at the conn and glancing around the bridge to get a gauge on the feelings of the crew. They seemed alert. Not at all scared or alarmed at the ship's situation. A good sign Kirk decided.

"Could be a lot worse captain, the Klingons have been worked up into a frenzy the last few hours. It seems like they have been fighting a losing battle down there judging from the flurry of shuttles and what communications we have been able to intercept."

"Have you been able to decode much of what you have intercepted?" Spock asked already at his station and signing into the computer to get access to the sensor data Enterprise was taking in.

Scotty shook his head in a negative, "we have not. Klingon codes are still quite good. However one of the smaller cruisers has already left the system at high warp."

Scotty moved over to the helm and leaning over Sulu`s shoulder he keyed up a report and looked over it before nodding to himself. If it was important he did not say anything about it before he moved over to the bridges engineering console. There he keyed up another report and read through it.

"Anything to tell me mister Scott?" Kirk asked wondering what his chief engineer was up to.

Scotty sounded almost conversational, "well sir I was just checking a program I was running on passive sensors trying to track aerial traffic on the planets surface." Scotty huffed, "haven found anything terribly useful yet," he reported.

Kirk nodded wondering what use he had for this information. He himself keyed up a report on the ship's current situation. Scotty had been right one of the Klingon vessels previously in orbit was gone. And it looked like another was in the process of powering up its own engines to follow.

The report went on further to say that a small nuclear weapon in the ten to twenty kiloton range had been detonated around a city on the southern continent. Fighting had also spread to much of the world and even the system with some warships firing weapons at one another.

In summary the system was a warzone. A warzone with many different factions if what he had heard from Puv`le and his delegation was true. It was so far fortunate that no faction had decided to target the Enterprise. Though a few shots had been already taken at the Klingon vessels. Likely a major reason for the retreat of Klingon forces from the area.

In short, the situation was chaotic and changing rapidly for the worse. And who knew if the Larsans, or even Klingons would soon turn their attention to Enterprise.

"Mister Sulu I see a course is plotted for star base twelve?" Kirk asked deciding that it was best if the ship did not wait around long enough to give the opportunity for an attack to either the Larsans or Klingons. Sulu nodded hand hovering over the board.

"Please enter it in and execute as soon as you are ready," Kirk ordered knowing it Sulu would have it done likely before he had even finished. As if on cue just moments later Sulu commented, "course laid in for star base twelve at warp six."

"Engage mister Sulu!" Kirk said eager to once again feel the vibrations of the ship's engines under his feet. Vibrations that told him the ship would be traveling far away from Larsa and all its troubles.

Captains log stardate 309044.18

Enterprise managed to leave the Larsan Union without major incident, although the Klingons seemed suspicious at our sudden urge to leave. With envoys aboard we will arrive at star base twelve in a few days where hopefully they will be able to garner Federation support for their moderate faction in what seems to be a full-blown civil war.

As for myself I find it likely that our actions will not be looked upon well by Starfleet. However captain's prerogative and initiative being well ingrained into the service it is unlikely either myself or members of my crew will face any punishment for their actions.

If it should come down to it I shall Endeavor to protect my crew, holding that it was my orders they followed and thus my butt that should be punished. However again, as we have managed to give the federation a cause for aiding the union I doubt it will come to that.

Kirk ended the entry there. It still needed work. And a lot of it at that. The entry seemed to much like he was justifying himself and mentioning to often that he would likely not face punishment. Almost as if he was saying that just to hope it was true. It also made it seem that he only cared about intervening in the civil war tearing the Union apart.

He then wondered for not the first time if that was such a good thing. Allowing the federation to get involved in the Larsan civil war could conceivably result in a quick win for the moderates like Puv`le. Also it could result in a massive long-lasting intervention along the lines of Starfleet's current intervention in the triangle and other historic interventions like the American war in Vietnam or French efforts in equatorial Africa during the 2130s.

And then there was the question of if the Klingons would support a side in the conflict. Such an occurrence would make the parallels with Vietnam even more pronounced. And there was also the possibility of what happened if Klingon and Starfleet came to direct blows. The Eugenics wars showed how that could likely turn out.

Another sigh, this time deeper and much longer. Dammit to hell! Kirk swore to himself. He had been supposed to open the process that would admit the Larsan Union into the Federation. Not try to undermine the Klingon position by contacting resistance movements. And certainly not get dragged into a civil war in its early stages.

He swore again at himself for enjoying the whole thing so much. Covert sensor sweeps, made up pretences for involving the ship in Klingon affairs, and the deadly firefight. He felt alive. Like he was doing something important. It was a feeling far more invigorating than escorting a convoy of merchant men or taking part in diplomatic exchanges.

He finally turned off the computer and dimmed the lights. This train of thought would get him nowhere. Better to get some sleep and work on the log entry in the morning when he wasn't feeling so negative. Any other work he had could also wait a few hours as well.

They approach ever nearer! One of the beings said. Well, not so much said as thought. Communication between beings of pure energy and light is a difficult thing for mere physical mortals to comprehend.

We must destroy them as we have done to others! Another being also of light said urgently. Before they grow to important that their destruction does not cause a total collapse. I warned you all these races represent a clear danger! Yet no one listened then. Take heed now!

A third being scoffed. He had heard this all many times before. And always the outcome had been the same, he had no reason to believe this latest threat would be any different.

They dislike one another immensely. Perhaps they will make war upon another to their joint extinction. A fourth being said thoughtfully putting forth a plausible end to the threat. And one that required no intervention on their part.

The third being sensed words on the very edge of another's tongue, or what passed for a tongue in the realm of thought-speech. What is it young one? He asked putting an abrupt end to the argument with his words. He was to be respected by all and once he spoke all stopped talking themselves to listen to what he had to say.

Cautiously this new voice spoke. He was young compared to the others and normally would lack a voice in any discussion. His inclusion into the current debate was highly unusual, and he knew that but was determined to be heard.

They are an interesting species. Combining violence and passion with calculation and cunning in a fascinating manner. Our study of them has not even lasted a cycle. We should continue to learn from them.

The room burst into uproar as the phrase "learn from them" was processed. Uproar began with many insults being shouted back at the speaker. Words just as hurtful over thought as with traditional sound waves.

And yet behind the uproar the senior being could sense something else. He sensed that the words of the young one was hardly unique amongst others of his age. Increasingly calls had been put forth for greater exploration of the races around them. Many pointed out that their home was well hidden enough that they would remain safe for many millennia to come. Why spend that time holding races back when you could observe them.

Silence! The senior being boomed turning the space around him quiet. This one's idea has merit. At least for the Humans which are the far more fascinating species. For now, we will observe them in their natural environment.

He had spoken, and all knew that further argument was impossible. Conversation now turned to how best to observe the Humans. All agreed that only small-scale observation, perhaps aboard one of their starships was for the best. It was also decided that the vessel would need to be subjected to both macro and micro level tests to fully understand Humans.

Eventually it was worked out that a single observer would be dispatched to interact with the chosen vessel and its crew. And that it would be he that would execute any and all tests the vessel was subjected to. He would then report back his findings.

But until such an individual could be selected and trained a few large tests were to be performed. Some new, others time tested. One or two of which had even been conducted already on Humanity, or at least Human vessels.

After much debate all agreed and the tests were ordered to begin at once. As soon as a vessel was selected. One with a suitably large crew to give the tests as big a pool as possible to see the results.