Captain's Log: 9522.6: I have never trusted Klingons, and I never will. I will never forgive them for the death of my boy. It seems to me that our mission to escort the chancellor of the Klingon High Council to a peace meeting is problematic at best. Spock says that this could be a historic occasion. I'd like to believe him, but how on Earth can history get past people like me?
Lieutenant Commander Zofchak walked through the corridors of E Deck on the Enterprise-A in a 23rd century uniform. He saw Lieutenant Valeris standing outside Captain Kirk's quarters talking to him. He smirked as he strolled past knowing that Lieutenant Valeris was recording Kirk's log so that it could be used against him at his trial. He could expose her right now but that would alter history and he was here to prevent it not add to it. His search of E Deck was complete. He decided to head down to Engineering.
Commander Merriell walked through G Deck also in a late 23rd century uniform trying to appear as a member of the crew. He had his tricorder hidden so people would not see the 24th century piece of technology. The tricorder was set to go off if he approached anyone that did not belong in the 23rd century other than himself, Captain Allensworth and Commander Zofchak.
He was on H Deck and found nothing and now searched G Deck. He passed a lot of crewmembers and found nothing. This time in Federation history was a crucial period. The Khitomer Accords would be signed in a few days but only if they found this assassin or would be assassin from the Terran Empire. They couldn't allow Captain Kirk be assassinated and destroy history.
Suddenly, his tricorder went off. He stopped in his tracks and looked around and didn't immediately see anyone. Then he saw someone give him a weird look. At first he dismissed the look because Alex was looking around hurriedly but this look was one of surprise and recognition as if he recognized Alex from the planet and not a look of intrigue.
Before Alex could do anything, the guy disappeared. Alex ran over to the guy's position but he was gone. He looked around and didn't see anyone who even resembled the guy. He continued down a corridor until he was alone. He then tapped his communicator that was positioned behind the 23rd century Starfleet insignia.
"Merriell to Allensworth." He said in a low voice.
"Go ahead." Allensworth replied in an equal tone level.
"I made visual contact but lost him. He knows we're here and looking for him."
"Acknowledged."
"He might go after Kirk now."
"He'll want to get Kirk when he's alone. Where would Kirk be now?
Suddenly the com system kicked on with Uhura's voice.
"Now hear this, all officers to the bridge. Klingon Battle Cruiser off the port bow. All officers to the bridge."
"Kirk will be on the bridge. I'm headed there. I'll stick by Kirk while you and Dustin continue searching the ship."
"Aye, sir. Merriell out."
Zofchak prowled through Engineering trying to look in place. He saw Scotty standing at a console in front of the warp core, which Dustin thought that particular area resembled Main Engineering aboard the Enterprise-D. He continued walking when his tricorder went off. He looked around and then saw some sudden movement out the corner of his eye. He crept over and saw no one. His tricorder was still going off and that meant the person was nearby. Suddenly, a fist ran across Dustin's face and he fell hard to the deck. He looked up and saw a person running off. Dustin slapped his communicator.
"Zofchak to Merriell. He's down in engineering. O Deck. I'm after him."
"I'm on my way." Merriell said.
Allensworth walked onto the bridge just as the Klingon ship came into view.
"Should we raise our shields, Captain?" Chekov asked.
"Never been this close." Kirk said.
"The Chancellor is undoubtedly awaiting our signal." Spock said.
"Uhura, hailing frequencies. Right standard rudder, bring us alongside." Kirk said as he walked up to the side of the helm.
"Right standard rudder, z plus five degrees."
"Channel open, sir." Uhura said.
A sound filled the bridge that was full of high tension.
"This is the starship Enterprise. Captain James Kirk commanding."
The screen switched from the Klingon ship to the face of the Klingon Chancellor.
"This is Kronos One. I am Chancellor Gorkon."
Kirk walked in front of the helm and stood between Chekov and Valeris trying to think on what to say next. Allensworth could see that Kirk was struggling to be peaceful with a race of people who have had nothing but hostilities towards the Federation. As the decades passed, the two sides developed an uneasy peace that had been broken from time to time with battles and skirmishes. One of those incidents resulted in the death of Kirk's son on the Genesis planet in 2285. Kirk had held a grudge since.
"Chancellor, we've been ordered to escort you through Federation space to your peace meeting on Earth."
"Thank you, Captain." Gorkon said.
"You would you and your party care to dine this evening aboard the Enterprise with my officers, as guests of the United Federation of Planets?"
Allensworth could see Uhura was a bit surprised by her captain's unexpected invitation.
"We would be delighted to accept your gracious invitation."
"We'll make arrangements to have you beamed aboard at nineteen thirty hours."
"I shall look forward to that."
The screen switched off and Kirk walked around the helm, his chair and past Spock.
"I hope you're happy." Kirk muttered as he walked past.
"Captain." Valeris said. Kirk stopped before he reached the turbolift. "There is a supply of Romulan Ale aboard. It might make the evening go more smoothly."
"I was just thinking that, Lieutenant." Kirk said just before he stepped into the turbolift. The doors closed after he stepped in and turned around to face everyone.
"Guess who's coming to dinner." Chekov said.
