Title: Forgiven
Author: Keridwen
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount: until the government crashes in
to investigate the CEO, in which case, I will form my own company and
personally buy it from them so they can pay legal bills and what not-
Here she comes again -sorry for the delays folks. Blame my boss.
Chapter Nine: UNDERCOVER
USS Enterprise
"You must withdraw from Nilana, Captain Kirk, that is just the way it goes some times, I can't go against Starfleet policy."
Kirk leveled his gaze at the screen in front of him and prepared to play his trump card.
"Funny, I thought having a covert base of operations on a Non Federation Member Planet was against Starfleet policy. As well as being against Federation law."
There. Jim Kirk was completely out of cards to play, but he sure had given it a good fight. Now, if Fitzpatrick didn't give him the permission to stay, well he would just have to stay anyway. Against orders.
He hoped it wouldn't come to that.
But he wasn't about to leave Nilana without seeing it through. He owed Joanna at least that much.
On the screen Admiral Fitzpatrick's face went pale.
"How do you know about that?"
Before Kirk could reply, Fitzpatrick sighed with resignation.
"Never mind, I know. Tell your first officer he's to damned smart for Starfleet!"
Kirk grinned weakly at Spock who raised an eyebrow in return.
"Kirk, I will grant you leave to see this through to the end, if you promise you wont speak a word about this to anyone. That goes for your people as well. The covert Federation base on Nilana is considered classified information.. This means I will fry your butt, Kirk if anyone, especially the Nilians find out about the base." Understood?"
"Completely, sir."
The transmission was cut.
"Mr. Spock, meet me in the transporter room in two hours, it's time we paid this base a little social call."
Two hours later.
Kirk met Spock coming into the transporter room. He carried two gray knee length tunics and a short Indian shaped head wrap. Previously they had both been to sickbay for some quick cosmetic surgery and makeup.
-Earlier-
The Nilians were humanoid- thank God- or else he and Spock would have had to enter the base commando style.
All that was needed to make the Captain and the First officer into natives was an injection of red pigmentation under the skin, orange colored contacts, and an injection into the lobes of their ears to enlarge them to the size of fully mature Nilian males. This way, they could travel through the town and gather information about the attack as they went.
"Why don't you just beam down to the base?" asked Christine Chapel while trying to synthesize a pair of contacts for the Captain without Retinlax 5. "Aren't they the good guys? Why all this sneaking around?"
"Because we are dealing with Federation special forces, who no doubt have the best technology around. It is Mr. Spock's guess that they are protected by a force three beam shield."
"Well, why don't you just ask them to lower it?"
"As you know, we have been given permission from admiral Fitzpatrick to see this through to the end, but ONLY from him. If we contact a federation outpost here from the ship, manned by federation special forces, they will undoubtedly contact their superiors before letting us in. I don't want to take the chance that Chief Admiral Nogura or even the President of the Federation will over rule Admiral Fitzpatrick and recall the Enterprise.
"Oh, I see," said the nurse as she handed him his contacts. "So to maintain the element of surprise you walk up and knock on their front door."
"Essentially, " said Spock who was still waiting for his own treatment to finish. It was very hard to look at the Vulcan with out smiling. His flame red skin gave his pointed ears a distinctly devilish quality."
"We hope that they will be caught off guard long enough for us to discover how much data they have accumulated about the last three days."
"Well that's fine gentleman, " said Chapel with reserve, "but what about the Nilians telepathic talents?"
She was fishing for the rest of their plan. The Captain and Mr. Spock would not be so foolish to jump into a situation with out a very good one.
"You may look like the locals, but you sure don't think like them."
"Spock is able to form his thoughts into the appropriate patterns for disguise. The Captain said as he surveyed his transformation in a mirror.
"And You?"
"I have taken care of that problem, Nurse Chapel, now will you please excuse us for a moment?"
She left sickbay not at all reassured.
As the door slid shut, the faintest whisper drifted through.
My mind to yours- - My thoughts to yours-
Back in the transporter room-
Kirk smiled at having a definite course of action to take. Finally he was going to get some answers, and maybe even some peace over his friend's death?
No, that was never to be. Answers were going to make shot term life livable again. Long term, however, was never going to be the same.
Spock looked at him.
(As Captain of the Enterprise you can't afford to have friends, Jim. Just consider me your friendly country doctor and Spock a living breathing computer)
How right McCoy had been.
Both men did not say a word as the transporter chief prepared to beam them down.
Waugh, sorry Tavia and rest. I noticed the upload on the site came back before I expected it to. nofair you all got a jump start on me. Well, it's not that my next few chapters don't exist yet, as a matter of fact, there is a whole note book full of them almost up to the end - my traditional kick for pen and paper ya know- anyway, I am not as fast of a typer as I would like to be but I assure you I am burning the midnight oil for ya.
Although other than in the eastern time zone it would be early evening for all you other American readers. (including Canadians - you guys rule!) In the wee hours of the morning for the British and such.
Daylight hours for all you other folks, and don't even get me started on the lower half of our terrestrial ball. I have enough problems remembering that you crazy people are having winter when we are having summer.
Chapter Nine: UNDERCOVER
USS Enterprise
"You must withdraw from Nilana, Captain Kirk, that is just the way it goes some times, I can't go against Starfleet policy."
Kirk leveled his gaze at the screen in front of him and prepared to play his trump card.
"Funny, I thought having a covert base of operations on a Non Federation Member Planet was against Starfleet policy. As well as being against Federation law."
There. Jim Kirk was completely out of cards to play, but he sure had given it a good fight. Now, if Fitzpatrick didn't give him the permission to stay, well he would just have to stay anyway. Against orders.
He hoped it wouldn't come to that.
But he wasn't about to leave Nilana without seeing it through. He owed Joanna at least that much.
On the screen Admiral Fitzpatrick's face went pale.
"How do you know about that?"
Before Kirk could reply, Fitzpatrick sighed with resignation.
"Never mind, I know. Tell your first officer he's to damned smart for Starfleet!"
Kirk grinned weakly at Spock who raised an eyebrow in return.
"Kirk, I will grant you leave to see this through to the end, if you promise you wont speak a word about this to anyone. That goes for your people as well. The covert Federation base on Nilana is considered classified information.. This means I will fry your butt, Kirk if anyone, especially the Nilians find out about the base." Understood?"
"Completely, sir."
The transmission was cut.
"Mr. Spock, meet me in the transporter room in two hours, it's time we paid this base a little social call."
Two hours later.
Kirk met Spock coming into the transporter room. He carried two gray knee length tunics and a short Indian shaped head wrap. Previously they had both been to sickbay for some quick cosmetic surgery and makeup.
-Earlier-
The Nilians were humanoid- thank God- or else he and Spock would have had to enter the base commando style.
All that was needed to make the Captain and the First officer into natives was an injection of red pigmentation under the skin, orange colored contacts, and an injection into the lobes of their ears to enlarge them to the size of fully mature Nilian males. This way, they could travel through the town and gather information about the attack as they went.
"Why don't you just beam down to the base?" asked Christine Chapel while trying to synthesize a pair of contacts for the Captain without Retinlax 5. "Aren't they the good guys? Why all this sneaking around?"
"Because we are dealing with Federation special forces, who no doubt have the best technology around. It is Mr. Spock's guess that they are protected by a force three beam shield."
"Well, why don't you just ask them to lower it?"
"As you know, we have been given permission from admiral Fitzpatrick to see this through to the end, but ONLY from him. If we contact a federation outpost here from the ship, manned by federation special forces, they will undoubtedly contact their superiors before letting us in. I don't want to take the chance that Chief Admiral Nogura or even the President of the Federation will over rule Admiral Fitzpatrick and recall the Enterprise.
"Oh, I see," said the nurse as she handed him his contacts. "So to maintain the element of surprise you walk up and knock on their front door."
"Essentially, " said Spock who was still waiting for his own treatment to finish. It was very hard to look at the Vulcan with out smiling. His flame red skin gave his pointed ears a distinctly devilish quality."
"We hope that they will be caught off guard long enough for us to discover how much data they have accumulated about the last three days."
"Well that's fine gentleman, " said Chapel with reserve, "but what about the Nilians telepathic talents?"
She was fishing for the rest of their plan. The Captain and Mr. Spock would not be so foolish to jump into a situation with out a very good one.
"You may look like the locals, but you sure don't think like them."
"Spock is able to form his thoughts into the appropriate patterns for disguise. The Captain said as he surveyed his transformation in a mirror.
"And You?"
"I have taken care of that problem, Nurse Chapel, now will you please excuse us for a moment?"
She left sickbay not at all reassured.
As the door slid shut, the faintest whisper drifted through.
My mind to yours- - My thoughts to yours-
Back in the transporter room-
Kirk smiled at having a definite course of action to take. Finally he was going to get some answers, and maybe even some peace over his friend's death?
No, that was never to be. Answers were going to make shot term life livable again. Long term, however, was never going to be the same.
Spock looked at him.
(As Captain of the Enterprise you can't afford to have friends, Jim. Just consider me your friendly country doctor and Spock a living breathing computer)
How right McCoy had been.
Both men did not say a word as the transporter chief prepared to beam them down.
Waugh, sorry Tavia and rest. I noticed the upload on the site came back before I expected it to. nofair you all got a jump start on me. Well, it's not that my next few chapters don't exist yet, as a matter of fact, there is a whole note book full of them almost up to the end - my traditional kick for pen and paper ya know- anyway, I am not as fast of a typer as I would like to be but I assure you I am burning the midnight oil for ya.
Although other than in the eastern time zone it would be early evening for all you other American readers. (including Canadians - you guys rule!) In the wee hours of the morning for the British and such.
Daylight hours for all you other folks, and don't even get me started on the lower half of our terrestrial ball. I have enough problems remembering that you crazy people are having winter when we are having summer.