James T Kirk: The Next Generation
A Moment of Your Time
The Defiant was six hours from arriving at Gamma Trianguli VI, and was traveling under cloak. The ship had come with in sensor range of several other ships, including two starships, and had gone un-detected. Commander Bashir, who was manning the communications station, had monitored several coded messages, but there were no communication warnings on any Starfleet channels mentioning the theft of the Defiant.
"You're telling me there isn't anything? Not even a wanted poster for us out there?" Kirk asked, as he stood next to Bashir.
"No sir," Bashir said. "It is odd. You would think by now that Starfleet would have sent some kind of message, a warning out about us."
"Maybe they don't want anyone to know," O'Brien said, as he stood up from the engineering post on the bridge and came over to Kirk and Bashir. "The way I see it there are two possibilities," O'Brien went on to say. "Either they're trying to keep it secret, so as not to cause a panic, or, and I admit this is highly unlikely, they think what we're doing is right."
"Maybe they've already awarded us commendations," Nog added excitedly.
"I wouldn't bet on it," Bashir said to Nog.
Kirk, sensing weariness in Bakooth, walked over to the helm, and patted the large Chalnoth warrior on the back.
"Why don't you take a rest Commander Bakooth," Kirk said, "you haven't left the helm since this all started."
"No rest…needed," Bakooth said.
Kirk knew the truth was other-wise. He could tell when one of his officers was over doing it in order to impress everyone else.
"I'll tell you what," Kirk said to Bakooth, "why don't you head down to the galley, get some food, and then head right back up there. I would not want a member of my crew fighting fatigue should we encounter trouble."
"I…need no…" Bakooth began to say when suddenly he was cut off by Nog.
"Captain Kirk," Nog stated in a serious tone. "The long range sensors are detecting another ship on course for Gamma Trianguli VI."
"Captain," Bashir added quickly, "We're detecting a low frequency signal from that other ship. If I'm reading this correctly," Bashir said, as he read the readings on his screen, "Admiral Janeway is aboard that vessel."
"It's the Delta Flyer," Nog said from Ops, as he too read more of the readings on his monitors.
"The Delta Flyer; what is that?" Kirk asked O'Brien.
"A nice little ship," O'Brien replied, with respect in his voice. "She was constructed by Janeway's crew several years ago, when the Admiral was a captain, and she and the crew of the Voyager were stranded in the Delta-Quadrant."
"And she's aboard her?" Kirk asked. "Coincidence?"
"I doubt it," Bashir said to Kirk. "She must know where we are heading."
"But how would she have known so fast?" Nog asked, with worry in his voice, and a slight gulp.
"I've been to Gamma Trianguli VI before," Kirk told the others. "Janeway might have guessed Spock could have sent me there."
"I find that hard to believe sir," O'Brien said. "You had been to many worlds by the time you vanished from that era, how she, out of all those worlds, have guessed you would have gone to this one."
"I think I know why," Bashir said suddenly. "According to the Defiant's library computer, there is a Starfleet expedition on Gamma Trianguli VI. The mission commander is Commander S'vath."
"S'vath," Kirk said, recognizing the name, "that's the name of Spock's son."
"Yes," Bashir said, "Admiral Janeway would have known this as well. But why not send someone else to confront us?" Bashir asked. "Why come here herself?"
"The Delta Flyer is no match for the Defiant," O'Brien added.
There was a brief silence, until...
"Because," Kirk told the others, "she isn't here to stop us; she's here to talk."
"Or," Nog said with a cautious tone, "there are other forces beyond our sensor range, or heck, she may have convinced Chancellor Martok to lend her some cloaked vessels of her own!"
Kirk thought for a moment.
"All valid concerns," Kirk finally said, as he made his way to the command chair, "I'm going to gamble that she is here on her own, and taking a big risk to do so. Drop the cloak, and take a position in front of the Delta Flyer," Kirk said, as he sat down into the command chair. "Its high time I talked to Admiral Janeway."
"Big…risk…" Bakooth said, as he pivoted around to face Kirk.
"I know, my big friend," Kirk said with a smile, "thank goodness we have you at the helm incase the boogey man jumps out from behind the bushes."
"Bakooth could be the boogey man," O'Brien added with a slight chuckle.
"Boogie…man?" Bakooth asked in a confused tone, as he turned back around to face the main screen.
The Defiant de-cloaked and took a position in front of the Delta Flyer.
"We're receiving a signal," Bashir announced to Kirk, "and it is indeed Admiral Janeway."
"On screen," Kirk replied.
And then, the view of the approaching Delta Flyer on the main screen was replaced by the image of a woman that James T Kirk had heard so much about, and had proven to be a thorn in his side; Admiral Kathryn Janeway.
Planet Bajor…
The two Federation security guards sent by Commodore Jellico to monitor Myran, Kirk's Bajoran wife, had taken up positions not far from the home of Myran's mother. The home was nestled near five other homes that each bordered a stream that winded its way through the five properties. Several other homes could be seen in the distance in what was a small village several kilometers from Ashalla, the capital city of Bajor.
The two guards, human males, were camped on a secluded hill that over looked the five homes, and had been viewing Myran movements with inferred devices, for when she was obscured inside the structure, as well as high powered binoculars for when she was in view on the outside of the house. They had been observing Myran, and had seen nothing out of the ordinary.
Myran's niece had given birth to an infant, thus not only Myran, but several other family members had arrived in the past several days to see the new born infant. It was actually more of a family union than a get together.
"Do you think the Commodore will have us apprehend her?" Security officer Jones, a middle-aged man of African descent asked his partner.
"I doubt it," Security officer Garrison replied. "He talks a tough game, but Commodore Jellico won't act out side of the law. Besides, he'd have to answer to Janeway, and who would want that?"
As the two men leered at the house through their binoculars, they were unaware of the two hands that were inching their way toward the back of their necks. And then, in a smooth motion, the two hands gripped the lower part of both men's necks, and applied the Vulcan neck pinch. (No readers, it isn't Spock).
Several hours later Jones awoke from the neck pinch. He rustled Garrison enough to wake the other man. They both scurried about for their inferred devices, and, their binoculars, and began scanning the area. In several moments they came to realize the simple truth.
"Kirk's wife is gone," Officer Jones said with worry in his voice.
Elsewhere on Bajor...
Captain Benjamin Sisko looked out the front window of his home, and watched as Rebecca and Kasidy were preparing the front yard picnic table with condiments and dinner ware.
It was Bar-B-Q night at the Sisko home, which meant plenty of ribs, burgers, chicken and corn to eat. Several Bajoran neighbors would soon arrive to enjoy the meal. But at that instant, Sisko was holding one of the old style flip-top communicators.
"Myran is safe," a voice said through the communicator.
"Well done," Sisko said. "Are you sure there was no harm done to the security officers."
"The Vulcan took great care," the voice replied, "and now Kirk's wife is safe inside the Vulcan embassy and no one knows."
"Thank you Quark," Sisko said. "I owe you one. Did you secure your inter-dimensional transmitter?" Sisko asked.
"Jellico will never find it," Quark's voice replied. He was aboard DS9 in the backroom of his bar. "I hope you know that I expect to be well compensated for all of this cloak and dagger stuff."
"I have no doubt you will be," Sisko replied with a knowing smile. "Now, send a signal to Spock and let him know our status."
Sisko closed the communicator and waved back at a smiling Kasidy. He put the communicator back into his pocket, and headed out to the picnic area to flip the burgers.
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