Title: Forgiven
Author: Keridwen
Disclaimer: So you see, grasshoppers, this plot is much bigger than you
ever thought. What was into a love story, (well, love lost, and pain
gained) turns into a massive intergalactic plot of fraud, espionage, and
mayhem, how does our good Doctor manage to get himself into these
situations?
Don't look at me, I just type on the keys. Stbelongstoyouknowwho.
17 : Starfleet Gets a Clue.
"I wont believe it."
A very frustrated Captain Kirk slammed his fist into the wall. His faith in his best friends character could not be shaken that easily.
/Even if I have come to late to save Bones/ he thought / I owe him my loyalty and friendship. Also, I sure as hell am not going to stay around here to wait for a trial I don't deserve. There is more going on here that meets the eye./
Kirk looked around him and noticed a vent in the ceiling. It was perfectly accessible.
He leaped up onto the desk and reached up to pull of the vent cover. It came off easily in his hands. He hoisted himself up and poked his head into the man-sized air shat. A woman's face, five inches away from his own, smiled at him.
"Nice timing, Captain Kirk."
To his credit, Kirk did not loose his grip at the sight of a dead woman in front of him.
"Ms. Darnell, it is quite a pleasure. May I ask how you came to be in the air vents?"
"Sure, Spock told meet to come and get you, it seems we have a lot of work ahead of us so get your rear end up here."
Kirk complied and followed Jocelyn up the airshafts to the surface. On the way, she repeated the info that Spock had just shared with her. Kirk wasn't too happy.
"I knew I didn't like that woman, and the fact that she is about to blow up my ship certainly doesn't weigh in her favor."
"Yup," agreed Jocelyn as they caught the first faint wisps of fresh air, "I certainly wouldn't want to be in her shoes when you see her next. Cummon, Captain, we have to rescue the prisoner, defeat the bad guy, and save this world from a war it doesn't deserve. A piece of cake for you Starfleet people, right."
Kirk didn't respond. In a grim silence, they silently headed back through the town in the backdrop of the setting Nilian sun.
(Federation Headquarters)
Gentlemen, I have called this meeting in reaction to new information we have just received from the Planet of Nilana. We have just had contact with the Enterprise, which I was surprised to find still stationed there. Do you have anything to say on the matter, Admiral Fitzpatrick?"
"I could say the same about you, Mr. President."
All heads looked up in surprise. Admiral Fitzpatrick stood up and faced the President. Like Captain Kirk had a day earlier, he was now down to playing his last card. He had expected an answer from Kirk by now, and his only conclusion could be that something had gone terribly wrong. If that was the case, the Federation was to blame for compromising its position with a technologically unsophisticated and violent race of people.
"What can you tell me about this report from Commander Spock of the U.S.S. Enterprise. It states that he discovered a secret and secure Federation installation within Nilian sovereign territory upon the Enterprises arrival at the planet four days ago."
The President genuinely looked surprised. He scanned the report and looked with alarm at Fitzpatrick and the other Starfleet Admirals in attendance.
"Gentlemen, there is no such installation."
"What! Sir, the report specifically states that the installation is protected from beaming with highly sophisticated technology. Even better than that aboard our newest Starships!"
"Well now, that is a problem."
The President rose from his seat and looked out his window at the city of Paris. It was nighttime and the city was lighted from each end; a truly spectacular sight. Yet, the elderly Rigelian didn't notice any of it. His brow was etched in concern and concentration. Finally he turned back to the waiting Admirals.
"The new information I received was from Lt. Uhura, who was left in temporary command at Captain Kirks absence. I spoke with the young lady directly and even ordered her to disclose where the Captain Kirk whereabouts. She finally told me that she did not know where he was at the moment; all she knew was that he was on the planet somewhere. I believe that she is telling the truth, and commended her for her control of the situation. It does appear that the Captain is out of contact, and my information about this planet and their erratic tendencies to violent revolution lead me to believe that the Captain is either incapacitated, or a prisoner of one of the Nilians revolutionary groups.
The President rounded on the Admirals then, staring them down with his gaze, his slightly tipped ears and pronounced jaw line added to the intimidating effect.
"Captain James T Kirk is the best Captain I have ever seen in the service of Starfleet. His record so far is second only to Garth of Izar. I want him found, if he is still alive, and if he has been killed, I want answers!"
A chorus of yes, sirs filled the room, and the top brass filled out. Fitzpatrick stayed.
"I left, Jim Kirk there because I believed that he could get answers about the suicide bombings. We lost three ambassadors and a lot of other good people in that explosion. If anyone could have found them, Jim could."
"What is it you are trying to say, Admiral?"
"I am afraid, sir, that he had done exactly that."
The president looked back out at Paris. Sadness filled his eyes.
"I believe you are thinking along the same train of thought as I. There is only one company that is able to produce Starfleet quality technology, Mr. President. I just wish bringing Norton Treadway and his cohorts down doesn't cost us the lives of the best captain and first officer of the fleet.
"Me too, Admiral, Me too."
(Nilana)
Spock reached the location of the place where they were holding the doctor without much trouble. It was a large villa built into the edge of a cliff. The city surrouned the villa on three sides. Spock crouched low and probed the side of the building for weak spots. He found one.
The barred window was little match for his phaser, and he let himself carefully down into a darkened room with stonewalls and a dirt floor. There was a small light coming from a door across the room and he mad his way toward it.
Halfway there he almost tripped across an obstruction laying his path. The obstruction moaned, and Spock looked down at the beaten and bruised face of Doctor McCoy.
"I knew it," came a faint whisper. "I died, went to hell, and the devil looks exactly like Spock."
Spock raised an eyebrow, but was strangely unable to come up with an appropriate and logical response as he lifted his friend off of the cold, unyielding floor.
Ok, by now, I want to finish this fic just about as badly as you want to read the end. Hey, a girl has gotta sleep. End coming very soon. Yeah! Your going to love this, Tavia
Don't look at me, I just type on the keys. Stbelongstoyouknowwho.
17 : Starfleet Gets a Clue.
"I wont believe it."
A very frustrated Captain Kirk slammed his fist into the wall. His faith in his best friends character could not be shaken that easily.
/Even if I have come to late to save Bones/ he thought / I owe him my loyalty and friendship. Also, I sure as hell am not going to stay around here to wait for a trial I don't deserve. There is more going on here that meets the eye./
Kirk looked around him and noticed a vent in the ceiling. It was perfectly accessible.
He leaped up onto the desk and reached up to pull of the vent cover. It came off easily in his hands. He hoisted himself up and poked his head into the man-sized air shat. A woman's face, five inches away from his own, smiled at him.
"Nice timing, Captain Kirk."
To his credit, Kirk did not loose his grip at the sight of a dead woman in front of him.
"Ms. Darnell, it is quite a pleasure. May I ask how you came to be in the air vents?"
"Sure, Spock told meet to come and get you, it seems we have a lot of work ahead of us so get your rear end up here."
Kirk complied and followed Jocelyn up the airshafts to the surface. On the way, she repeated the info that Spock had just shared with her. Kirk wasn't too happy.
"I knew I didn't like that woman, and the fact that she is about to blow up my ship certainly doesn't weigh in her favor."
"Yup," agreed Jocelyn as they caught the first faint wisps of fresh air, "I certainly wouldn't want to be in her shoes when you see her next. Cummon, Captain, we have to rescue the prisoner, defeat the bad guy, and save this world from a war it doesn't deserve. A piece of cake for you Starfleet people, right."
Kirk didn't respond. In a grim silence, they silently headed back through the town in the backdrop of the setting Nilian sun.
(Federation Headquarters)
Gentlemen, I have called this meeting in reaction to new information we have just received from the Planet of Nilana. We have just had contact with the Enterprise, which I was surprised to find still stationed there. Do you have anything to say on the matter, Admiral Fitzpatrick?"
"I could say the same about you, Mr. President."
All heads looked up in surprise. Admiral Fitzpatrick stood up and faced the President. Like Captain Kirk had a day earlier, he was now down to playing his last card. He had expected an answer from Kirk by now, and his only conclusion could be that something had gone terribly wrong. If that was the case, the Federation was to blame for compromising its position with a technologically unsophisticated and violent race of people.
"What can you tell me about this report from Commander Spock of the U.S.S. Enterprise. It states that he discovered a secret and secure Federation installation within Nilian sovereign territory upon the Enterprises arrival at the planet four days ago."
The President genuinely looked surprised. He scanned the report and looked with alarm at Fitzpatrick and the other Starfleet Admirals in attendance.
"Gentlemen, there is no such installation."
"What! Sir, the report specifically states that the installation is protected from beaming with highly sophisticated technology. Even better than that aboard our newest Starships!"
"Well now, that is a problem."
The President rose from his seat and looked out his window at the city of Paris. It was nighttime and the city was lighted from each end; a truly spectacular sight. Yet, the elderly Rigelian didn't notice any of it. His brow was etched in concern and concentration. Finally he turned back to the waiting Admirals.
"The new information I received was from Lt. Uhura, who was left in temporary command at Captain Kirks absence. I spoke with the young lady directly and even ordered her to disclose where the Captain Kirk whereabouts. She finally told me that she did not know where he was at the moment; all she knew was that he was on the planet somewhere. I believe that she is telling the truth, and commended her for her control of the situation. It does appear that the Captain is out of contact, and my information about this planet and their erratic tendencies to violent revolution lead me to believe that the Captain is either incapacitated, or a prisoner of one of the Nilians revolutionary groups.
The President rounded on the Admirals then, staring them down with his gaze, his slightly tipped ears and pronounced jaw line added to the intimidating effect.
"Captain James T Kirk is the best Captain I have ever seen in the service of Starfleet. His record so far is second only to Garth of Izar. I want him found, if he is still alive, and if he has been killed, I want answers!"
A chorus of yes, sirs filled the room, and the top brass filled out. Fitzpatrick stayed.
"I left, Jim Kirk there because I believed that he could get answers about the suicide bombings. We lost three ambassadors and a lot of other good people in that explosion. If anyone could have found them, Jim could."
"What is it you are trying to say, Admiral?"
"I am afraid, sir, that he had done exactly that."
The president looked back out at Paris. Sadness filled his eyes.
"I believe you are thinking along the same train of thought as I. There is only one company that is able to produce Starfleet quality technology, Mr. President. I just wish bringing Norton Treadway and his cohorts down doesn't cost us the lives of the best captain and first officer of the fleet.
"Me too, Admiral, Me too."
(Nilana)
Spock reached the location of the place where they were holding the doctor without much trouble. It was a large villa built into the edge of a cliff. The city surrouned the villa on three sides. Spock crouched low and probed the side of the building for weak spots. He found one.
The barred window was little match for his phaser, and he let himself carefully down into a darkened room with stonewalls and a dirt floor. There was a small light coming from a door across the room and he mad his way toward it.
Halfway there he almost tripped across an obstruction laying his path. The obstruction moaned, and Spock looked down at the beaten and bruised face of Doctor McCoy.
"I knew it," came a faint whisper. "I died, went to hell, and the devil looks exactly like Spock."
Spock raised an eyebrow, but was strangely unable to come up with an appropriate and logical response as he lifted his friend off of the cold, unyielding floor.
Ok, by now, I want to finish this fic just about as badly as you want to read the end. Hey, a girl has gotta sleep. End coming very soon. Yeah! Your going to love this, Tavia