CHAPTER VIII
THE HUMAN ADVENTURE
Captain's Log: Stardate 7412.6 After my brief but exhilarating mission on the Enterprise-D, I finally arrived in my time. Strangely enough, my intervention in Kathra's plans prevented the encounter with Kitumba, who was defiantly an android. I have not told this to anyone, as I will put it in my personal log, which will become public in about a hundred or so years. Even though I was happy to get my mission complete, I had come back with sad news: Federation President James Thomas had died in his sleep. Since that happened during my mission, I was immediately forced to go to his funeral, which I think will be a grand an gloomy occasion.
Kirk had walked into James Thomas's funeral with his dress uniform on, as usual, but he was welcomed with strange stares, for he was late.
"You're late", said McCoy, whom Kirk sat next to.
"I don't see why", said Kirk. "We still have five minutes before the ceremony starts."
"That doesn't matter", said McCoy. "Nogura and all them 'loyal' admirals arrived two hours before it started."
"I'll be damned", said Kirk.
"Where have you been for the past week?" asked McCoy. "I have been calling you and calling you and I could not get to you. Lori even went into your quarters with the key that you gave her, and she found now James T. Kirk."
"I was on a classified mission", said Kirk in a curt tone. "On Thomas's orders. I can't talk about it".
"Whatever", sighed McCoy. "I was just going to tell you some good new I had..."
"What?" exclaimed Kirk.
"Before he died, Thomas made a list of everything he wanted to be done with the Federation", said McCoy. "He had about a hundred-and-fifty things on that damn list."
"And?" exclaimed Kirk.
"Number twenty-five on that list was to have Admiral Kirk in command of the Enterprise again", said McCoy. Once those sweet words filled Kirk's ears, he couldn't believe it. In the previous timeline, he had to fight his way to get command of the ship that he knew was destined for him just to get one damn mission out of it. He worked desperately on the Kitumba mission so that he could prove himself, so that he could put Decker in his place at second-in-command and so he could be put in his place- the captain's chair. But now, he didn't have to fight for it. It just came to him.
"That is very good news", said Kirk.
"That's not very good news", mocked McCoy. "That's some damn very good news". The two officers then laughed, but then came to attention as an officer blew the whistle that mean silence. Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan (known to Kirk as the father of Spock), then walked up to the speakers.
"Will all attendees please rise", said Sarek, and the entire room to rise. Then, a very large orchestra began to play the Federation Universal Anthem while Uhura (who was known for her great vocal talents), sang the words. The two large doors to the chapel opened, and the hugest casket that anyone present had ever seen came through. The large, ornate casket was designed to that one member from each species in the Federation could hold it, and it obviously did its job. The anthem continued as the huge casket was carried up and the people close to Thomas weeped. Finally, the anthem ended as the casket was set down on the floor and all the carriers found a place to set it.
"We are all gathered here today", said Sarek, "to mourn the death of the leader the provided us with a decade of great leadership. The definition of mourn is; 'o feel or express grief or sorrow'. I, a Vulcan, cannot express these feelings. Does that mean I am not mourning? Does that mean that my attendance here is useless? Or maybe it means that we are not gathered here to mourn. Maybe we are gathered here to celebrate. To celebrate the life of this wonderful individual. To celebrate all the contributions he has given to this galaxy to made it the Utopia that we all dream of. To celebrate that he has left this troubled world and has gone to a better place. Do what you want at this gathering. But just remember, not all who pass away are lost, as long as you remember them". Sarek then stopped speaking and sat down, and the whole room was silent. As the spirit of James Thomas spread throughout the room, all the races of the Federation were unified as one, working for a common cause, as friends. To Kirk, that was a greater achievement than all the wars in the universe combined.
THUS BEGAN THE NEW ADVENTURES OF ADMIRAL JAMES T. KIRK AND THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE. SHORTLY AFTER THE SOMBER OCCASION,THE NEW CREW HAD ALL COME TOGETHER JUST AS IT HAD BEFORE THE KITUMBA MISSION. THE LAUNCH WAS NO DIFFERENT THAN ANY OTHER SHIP, EXCEPT FOR ONE THING. THE LEGENDARY STARSHIP ENTERPRISE WAS ABOUT TO RETURN TO ITS VOYAGES. TO EXPLORE STRANGE NEW WORLDS ONE AGAIN. TO SEEK OUT MORE NEW LIFE FORMS AND CIVILIZATIONS. AND TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO MAN...NO ONE HAS GONE BEFORE.
- EXERT FROM STARFLEET- A HISTORY BY HARRY KIM
THE END
THE HUMAN ADVENTURE
Captain's Log: Stardate 7412.6 After my brief but exhilarating mission on the Enterprise-D, I finally arrived in my time. Strangely enough, my intervention in Kathra's plans prevented the encounter with Kitumba, who was defiantly an android. I have not told this to anyone, as I will put it in my personal log, which will become public in about a hundred or so years. Even though I was happy to get my mission complete, I had come back with sad news: Federation President James Thomas had died in his sleep. Since that happened during my mission, I was immediately forced to go to his funeral, which I think will be a grand an gloomy occasion.
Kirk had walked into James Thomas's funeral with his dress uniform on, as usual, but he was welcomed with strange stares, for he was late.
"You're late", said McCoy, whom Kirk sat next to.
"I don't see why", said Kirk. "We still have five minutes before the ceremony starts."
"That doesn't matter", said McCoy. "Nogura and all them 'loyal' admirals arrived two hours before it started."
"I'll be damned", said Kirk.
"Where have you been for the past week?" asked McCoy. "I have been calling you and calling you and I could not get to you. Lori even went into your quarters with the key that you gave her, and she found now James T. Kirk."
"I was on a classified mission", said Kirk in a curt tone. "On Thomas's orders. I can't talk about it".
"Whatever", sighed McCoy. "I was just going to tell you some good new I had..."
"What?" exclaimed Kirk.
"Before he died, Thomas made a list of everything he wanted to be done with the Federation", said McCoy. "He had about a hundred-and-fifty things on that damn list."
"And?" exclaimed Kirk.
"Number twenty-five on that list was to have Admiral Kirk in command of the Enterprise again", said McCoy. Once those sweet words filled Kirk's ears, he couldn't believe it. In the previous timeline, he had to fight his way to get command of the ship that he knew was destined for him just to get one damn mission out of it. He worked desperately on the Kitumba mission so that he could prove himself, so that he could put Decker in his place at second-in-command and so he could be put in his place- the captain's chair. But now, he didn't have to fight for it. It just came to him.
"That is very good news", said Kirk.
"That's not very good news", mocked McCoy. "That's some damn very good news". The two officers then laughed, but then came to attention as an officer blew the whistle that mean silence. Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan (known to Kirk as the father of Spock), then walked up to the speakers.
"Will all attendees please rise", said Sarek, and the entire room to rise. Then, a very large orchestra began to play the Federation Universal Anthem while Uhura (who was known for her great vocal talents), sang the words. The two large doors to the chapel opened, and the hugest casket that anyone present had ever seen came through. The large, ornate casket was designed to that one member from each species in the Federation could hold it, and it obviously did its job. The anthem continued as the huge casket was carried up and the people close to Thomas weeped. Finally, the anthem ended as the casket was set down on the floor and all the carriers found a place to set it.
"We are all gathered here today", said Sarek, "to mourn the death of the leader the provided us with a decade of great leadership. The definition of mourn is; 'o feel or express grief or sorrow'. I, a Vulcan, cannot express these feelings. Does that mean I am not mourning? Does that mean that my attendance here is useless? Or maybe it means that we are not gathered here to mourn. Maybe we are gathered here to celebrate. To celebrate the life of this wonderful individual. To celebrate all the contributions he has given to this galaxy to made it the Utopia that we all dream of. To celebrate that he has left this troubled world and has gone to a better place. Do what you want at this gathering. But just remember, not all who pass away are lost, as long as you remember them". Sarek then stopped speaking and sat down, and the whole room was silent. As the spirit of James Thomas spread throughout the room, all the races of the Federation were unified as one, working for a common cause, as friends. To Kirk, that was a greater achievement than all the wars in the universe combined.
THUS BEGAN THE NEW ADVENTURES OF ADMIRAL JAMES T. KIRK AND THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE. SHORTLY AFTER THE SOMBER OCCASION,THE NEW CREW HAD ALL COME TOGETHER JUST AS IT HAD BEFORE THE KITUMBA MISSION. THE LAUNCH WAS NO DIFFERENT THAN ANY OTHER SHIP, EXCEPT FOR ONE THING. THE LEGENDARY STARSHIP ENTERPRISE WAS ABOUT TO RETURN TO ITS VOYAGES. TO EXPLORE STRANGE NEW WORLDS ONE AGAIN. TO SEEK OUT MORE NEW LIFE FORMS AND CIVILIZATIONS. AND TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO MAN...NO ONE HAS GONE BEFORE.
- EXERT FROM STARFLEET- A HISTORY BY HARRY KIM
THE END