Big Thanks to my team of researches (philpbilly, carebear and tony-the-tiger) for all their help in bringing the testosterone, some characters and plot idea's into the story. Two of the three are and will continue to be represented in the story and the third just likes to do the research and live vicariously through the story itself. Okay, pens and paper people, we have a mystery to solve. OH and by the way, I love the reviews where people think they have solved it already. (Tee Hee)
I do not own … I love
Intro…..
Let us continue…. Gaila's smile began to return. "What do I have to be upset about?" she said, "My mother no longer works in the brothel except to teach the children how to read and write. She is married to the nicest man, who works for the Federation so no one would dare harm her. They both now live on the base on Orion so she is safe" she said then kissed Kirk on his forehead.
Gaila continued, "I made it into Starfleet Junior Academy and then into Starfleet. Plus, I have a great family here." she said contently, "I have Uhura and you. What in the world do I have to be upset about?" and snuggled closer to him.
Kirk held her. He would miss his first class but he didn't care. His friend, no, his family needed him right now. "Are you ready? We can't just hide here" he asked her before she became too complacent.
"For what?" she asked raising her head to meet his.
"To go out and look for the creep who is trying to hurt our family!" he said looking menacing.
Gaila sat up quickly, grinning back and giving him a presidential pound. She sang, "Let's go seek and destroy!"
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Ice Cube and Dr. DRE – Natural Born Killaz (Radio Version)
Black and cold as space itself the cloaked space ship with its wings outstretched ready to devour all that was unlucky enough to make contact with the powerful vessel hovered above its home world. It leader, Commander Kor of the Klingon Imperial Fleet sat looking fiercely annoyed! Sitting with his fists clenched, " What is the Klingon High Council doing calling my ship back!" he said, with a roar. "We should be killing, not wasting our blood babysitting the fat, powerful, houses!" He stood and shoved the Communications Officer out of the way. "Have they lost their tongues!" he said, looking at the console and slamming his hands hard on the control panel.
Turning he looked at his first officer. "This is madness! There is no honor in this! I wait for no one! We leave now! Make the ship ready!" he yelled as spittle flew everywhere his eyes piercing, ready to cut the throat of anyone who dared to utter anything different.
"Commander!" the communication's officer spoke gruffly, "Private message from the High Council!" turning, his eyes growing wide.
"In my ready room!" Commander Kor replied hard, rolling his eyes to show his displeasure at being beckoned back to the home world like a child.
"The message is not for you, sir!" the Communication's Office growled, as if to spite the Commander for the earlier assault, "The High Council wishes to see your First Officer, Gorkon!" he said, turning his hard gaze towards the Commander.
A powerful, young Klingon emerged from the shadows. His features were strong and true: brown eyes piercing like his Commander but full of youth and hard as stone. His face could be mistaken for an Earthman, in his early 20's, if not for the unmistakable beard, goatee and large hairy uplifted eyebrows that are the traditional mark of a Klingon warrior.
All eyes turned to the First officer, including the Commander's, but his eyes narrowed and his head turned slightly. Klingons distrusted bureaucracy but a government request for anyone but the captain was doubly suspect.
"The High Council demands he report to the Council Chambers immediately!" the communications officer reported in Klingon.
First officer Gorkon slowly moved his hand towards his d'k tahgs, a Klingon short blade. He understood the danger the High Council had just placed him in and watched as his Commander began to slowly stand up.
"Commander, the High Council states that no harm it to come to Gorkon for the greater good of the Empire!" the Communications Officer scowled, "Any such harm and the head of the Klingon responsible shall be hung in the hall and his family name dishonored!"
The Commander growled and waved his hand roughly, "Go! We will meet again!" he said scornfully towards Gorkon.
Gorkon did not relax his hand from his blade as he moved cautiously to the exit door. His face as hard and as ferocious as a Cob 'lat, (Terran Lion) he was ready for anything. He had killed before. It was as easy to him as breathing. He could kill again.
Before exiting he placed his right arm up and folded it over his chest with his fist to his heart. "For the glory of the Empire!" he shouted, as he watched all on board, including the Commander stand and yell in unison. " For the glory of the Empire!"
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Invisible – Clay AikenThe sun was shinning brightly in this part of the United States of America by the time the Admiral fastened his last button. Looking in the mirror he checked to make sure that every hair was in place. He was a tall white human man with a large, distinguished mustache, very handsome by most standards. His eyes were dark brown and his hair jet black with natural waves. He wore a simple haircut, just slightly longer then regulation but neat and tidy. With the right amount of gel, it would be cutting edge fashion for the younger crowd. But he was not the younger crowd. He was 43, give or take a few years, but he looked all of 35.
He checked the simple hotel room one more time before feeling confident he had left nothing behind. Grabbing his Admiral's hat and briefcase he turned the doorknob, looked up and down the hallway and walked swiftly out.
A black Federation transport was waiting for him, "Good morning, Admiral Philips" his driver said, "Welcome back, sir" she said politely then looked in the mirror to check for traffic before pulling out.
"I'm not staying long." The Admiral replied in kind as he adjusted his suit after getting in. "I'm going to take a small nap, okay Neddy?" the Admiral said smiling.
"Okay sir, I'll close the partition. Do you want me to wake you when we get there? It should take about two hours," the driver asked, moving her fingers toward the control button.
The Admiral removed his hat, "That would be great!" he replied as he placed it over his face and leaned his head back.
The driver nodded and held the button that allowed the privacy screen to slowly rise. No sound or light could penetrate the screen once fully closed.
The hat slowly moved away from the Admiral's face, his smile all but gone, replaced by determination and sheer grit. Whatever he was thinking was unknown to the driver. Whatever he was thinking was dangerous to someone. Admiral Philips opened up his briefcase and took out a small personal communications device. "Code name Philbilly" was all he said, as he stared straight ahead waiting on his orders.
Listening intently to the phone conversation he said nothing. Within a few minutes the conversation was over. "Yes sir, I understand sir. No, not a problem! No attachments sir. Yes, too close a call sir, I know, protect the Federation at all cost!" he said stoically and the phone went dead.
Quickly rolling down the window, he threw the communication device out the window watching it hit the road with a small puff of smoke. He rolled the window back up and closed his briefcase.
Knocking on the glass he signaled for the driver to open it a small crack. With a wide, charming smile he spoke, "Neddy? Call my office and have them find, oh shoot what is his name? Oh, I remember, Have them find and locate Commander Spock and have him report to these coordinates. And he slid her a small chip and watched her insert it into the dash and then hand it back. The computer responded. The coordinates are:
Latitude: 45.6797222
45 40' 47" N
45 degrees
Longitude: -111.0377778
111 2' 16" W
111 degrees
"No problem sir. How soon do you want him there?" she asked quickly, keeping her eyes on the road.
"As soon as possible. The Federation needs its best Vulcan for this one." He said, and winked as he placed the hat back over his face and waved his hand for her to close the window again.
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Relax – Frankie Goes to HollywoodIt was noon; lunchtime at the Academy and Riley paced outside of the hospital for Nurse Chapel to come out. She had called him and wanted to meet. He had bitten his fingernails down to the stubs and his hair was ratty and skin was ashen from lack of sleep.
Like clockwork, the nurse emerged, vibrant and beautiful. Riley was even more alarmed than before! How could she be so calm? He thought to himself as he stopped pacing long enough for her to grab his arm.
Smiling seductively like a siren, she continued, "Why Riley, you look like crap. Why haven't you called me?" she said as she led him to her dorm room.
Riley stopped short. "Why haven't I called you? Why haven't I called you!" he screamed, running his fingers through his hair and looking troubled.
"You work in the hospital! You saw her!" he screeched, forcing her to grab his arm and pull in into a strained kiss to keep him from continuing.
Releasing him, she stood as close as she could, her face next to his ear, "Listen lover! I go down, you go down! Now just relax. Okay, shhh" she said slowing her breathing down and blowing in his ear. "Come with me, Come on. You need some rest." whispering in his ear. "It's over, I promise. It's over. She's been released and she's fine," Chapel purred rubbing on his neck.
Riley pulled back, "It's over?" he said questioning her motives.
"Yes, Riley. It's over. Relax now. Let me make it up to you. Come on, I'm off for the rest of the day. Come." she begged, her blue eyes revealing to Riley's heart that she was finally telling the truth. He was so very tired of being scared and feeling awful.
He let his heart tell his head to allow his legs to move in her direction. Riley was more than willing to believe her; he had to, because he had no choice.
Up the stairs they walked arm in arm. Chapel lead Riley to the couch, "I think I have a pair of your federation jogging clothes in my room." she stated lovingly as she walked towards the bedroom.
Riley's eyes began to droop, he hadn't slept in days and he needed to get some rest. He was back on duty tonight at the communication lab.
"Riley?" she sang, "I'm running you some bath wat…" but turned around to shut off the faucet. Riley lay there with his mouth wide open, snoring loudly.
She fetched a blanket, covered him up and kissed his head. "Oh, sweet Riley," Closing his mouth and stroking his hair in place. "I should have known better than to send a boy to do a woman's job," she said after kissing is lips.
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Return to Pooh Corner – Kenny Loggins
Nyota stretched and rolled over. It took her a minute to recognize that this wasn't a dream; she was still in the penthouse. Sitting up slowly she waited until her eyes could focus, "Noon?" she asked her self then looked around the room.
Spock had been gone all morning as he had classes and meetings to attend. Slowly, she threw her long legs off of the side of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. She washed her face and brushed her teeth and hair then turned to put on some clean clothes.
"I really need to start back into my routine," she stated out loud.
Within a few minuets she was in the kitchen. Spock had made her some soup and fresh fruit and veggie platter and had placed them in the refrigeration unit with a simple note. "EAT" it read. She laughed and heated the soup up and snacked on the veggies watching for signs that it was ready.
Carefully lifting the soup and veggie tray she made her way to the dinning area. There, sitting on the table, were the most wonderful things she had seen in days, her school Padds! "God, I love this man!" she exclaimed as she placed the soup and the dish down and fingered through the books.
Spock not only had brought the Padds with him but he had placed the homework assignments in what he felt was the most logical order. Nyota smiled and using his order as a guide began to set to the business of catching up on many days work.
It was well past 17:00 when Spock made it back to the hotel. He had anticipated what Nyota would be doing when he walked in and he was right. She was sitting at the dinning room table, Padds and lists being methodically checked off, one by one.
Leaning over he kissed her head, "May I ask," as he looked at the empty soup bowl and half eaten veggie tray, "how long you have been working?" he asked as he removed his Federation gray overcoat.
Looking up at him but for a second she smiled, "Oh, not long. Just since around noon." she mumbled and continued to work.
Spock said nothing but walked into the kitchen with two bags. One full of what could be nothing but Chinese Food and another pharmacy bag from the hospital. He walked over and removed the empty soup bowl and veggie tray and replaced them with Chinese cartons and chopsticks.
He then moved carefully around Nyota and painstakingly removed the pads that she had already completed and placed them on a table next to the door.
"Nyota, I will deliver these to Gaila so she can turn them in for you." Spock said returning to the table and looking at his love.
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"Un hun," Nyota mumbled
Spock sat quietly, "Are you ready to eat before it gets cold?" he asked, gently pushing the box towards her.
"Un hun," Nyota mumbled but continued to work, chewing on the end of her stylus.
Spock continued to watch her. She was one of the most determined persons he had ever known. When faced with a problem, she would stare it down until it was solved. His memories betrayed him. He was not at the dinning table; he was at the hard wooden campground table.
It was three weeks into the camp and Nyota and Young Spock were practicing their language studies, when Nyota announced she was bored. Spock found boredom illogical.
"Nyota, how can one be uninterested when new knowledge is being gained?" the young Vulcan questioned her reasoning as he placed both hands together and laid them on the table.
Rolling her eyes, she pulled her rubber band out of her hair and ran her fingers through it. "It's too easy and too repetitive," she said mocking him before she threw her head on the table in an impressive display of her collapsing from boredom.
Spock looked around at the stares the others threw their way. "Nyota?" he said quickly, repeating it over and over before letting out a deep breath.
Nyota sat up straight, "I know! Teach me how to play Vulcan chess. You have a practice set right?" she said as she stood up.
"Nyota, the very rules alone would take months to study before the first move is made." Spock said factually, as he too stood.
"Well then," she said running towards his bunk, "We better get started!" signaling him to follow her.
Spock closed his eyes and opened them slowly. Other than his mother, he had never met a female who took a negative statement and turned it to her advantage. He turned and moved quickly towards his bunk to go under his bed get the chess set and set up the game for her.
A few hours later Spock looked at Nyota's intensity as gratifying. He was content that she had the willpower to try to process the first level of strategy of the game. "Now, I will demonstrate the first logical move at its most basic level." he said dryly as he moved the first silver plated piece.
Nyota watched and then took the rubber band off of her wrist and placed it back on her hair. She never removed her eyes from the board. "Then it would make sense to move my piece here," she mumbled as she moved the black onyx piece two spaces.
"Very logical, Nyota" Spock replied and moved his piece forward.
"Hum?" she said leaning closer. "The rules state I can go forward or backwards but only with certain pieces, so I'll move this one here," she said confidently
Spock moved his piece quickly. "The game is over. I have captured your master king piece. I am impressed with your understanding of the basic concepts. It is almost time for lunch. Let us proceed to the tables," he said as he stood to retrieve the box the pieces belonged in, but sat back down as he watched Nyota study the board.
"Okay, I see that now. Again" she demanded gently, never raising her eyes from the board.
"We do not have time for a full game, Nyota. Vulcan chess matches have been known to go on for days" he said stoically. "Come, it is time for lunch and he turned and left the cabin to go wash his hands.
When he returned nether his Vulcan chess set nor Nyota was in the cabin. Young Spock was confused. He made his way towards the cafeteria and he spotted her. She had carefully carried the chess set to the wooden tables and with precision placed the pieces in the right order to begin play again.
"Nyota, it is time for sustenance." Spock said standing in the long line and watching her at the same time.
"I can play and eat." she sang over the noisy outside dinning hall.
Breathing deeply, Spock walked over to the table and quickly made the exact move he had the first time and returned to his place in line.
Nyota sat looking with determination at the board. "Okay, logic move number one," she announced to no one in particular then ran to get in line behind Spock.
They said nothing as they grabbed their trays and walked quickly back to the table. Spock quickly and without forethought moved his piece before he began to eat his poorly made simple salad.
"Uhm?" Nyota wondered, "Oh, got it" she exclaimed and quickly moved the piece. She smiled a big broad grin and folded her arms.
Spock looked at the board. "Better, but still flawed," he said after swallowing his water.
He leaned over and moved a piece back two spaces and declared the game over.
Nyota's smile faded, "What?" she hooted and sat so close to the pieces that Spock found it illogical. After a few minutes Nyota leaned up and nodded her head slowly, "Okay, I see what I did wrong." And began to place the pieces back. "Again" she said.
The pieces were moved in the same order until it was her turn again. Spock looked at Nyota's plate. She had not touched her hotdog or fries. "Nyota, you need your nutritional sustenance," he said straightforwardly but Nyota did not respond.
Nyota looked too intense to hear him. "Nyota? Nyota?" Spock repeated and then sat looking at his girlfriend.
She is intensely submerged in play yet I need her to eat. He thought to himself. I need a logical solution.
Spock leaned in and picked up a french-fry and placed it on her lips. "Nyota, eat" he said softly tickling her lips with the food.
Her eyes did not move from the board. She slowly opened her mouth just enough to allow a small part of the fry in before she began to chew. Her hand automatically reached for the end of the fry to help it the rest of the way.
Spock sat back as he watched her mechanically eat the fries while she gazed at the board. "I've got it." she mouthed and slowly made her move then waited, holding her breath.
That fleeing half smile she loved said it all. He was pleased with her move. she thought as she picked up her hotdog and began to eat.
"Masterful job, Nyota. You have surpassed level basic move number one. Only thirty two more to go before you are considered beyond basic," he replied stoically
Nyota's eyes grew big. "I'm game if you are" she boasted, laughing at the thought of the huge task.
"All in good time, my Nyota. All in good time," he stated in Vulcan, as he rapidly set the chess board out of sight.
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As his memories faded and reality set in, he watched her as she worked away on the Academy homework. He quickly wondered if their children would have their intensity.
Spock stood up and found a spoon in the hotel drawer. He washed it and returned to the table. "Nyota" he said softly after dipping the spoon in her fried rice and placing the spoon to her lips. "Eat" as he gently tickled her lips with it.
Nyota automatically opened her mouth to take the food and then looked up lovingly. "Hi honey, Welcome home!" she said, surprised as she covered her mouth as she chewed.
Spock moved quickly and removed the few leftover Padds from her sight before she could complain and replaced them with her rice dish and chopsticks.
Nyota smiled, "Okay, Okay. Time for dinner." She laughed and lifted the chopsticks from the table. "Let's go sit on the sofa. I want to hear all about your day. I feel left out," she said softly
Spock nodded as they both stood and slowly made their way to the couch to cuddle while they ate. "Computer, fireplace" Spock commanded and watched as the view screen flickered with the realistic glow of a roaring fire.
Spock and Nyota sat on the couch and talked about his day. After they were done, he watched as she found the Padd and began working on the last few homework assignments.
Spock placed the leftovers in the refrigeration unit quickly because he wanted to ask her a question before she submerged herself in her work. "Nyota, we need to ascertain how you could have ingested illegal barbiturates" he asked as he left the kitchen to join her on the floor of the designer living room.
"I don't know. I really don't. I eat in the common cafeteria sometimes but mostly I eat and drink with you." she said lowering the padd and looking at him puzzled. "Although, I do share Riley's milk or some soda, over at the lab," she responded slowly. " You know, Riley said something weird a few days ago" she said, swallowing the guilt and grief of that day. "Riley had said that I wouldn't like him if I knew what he had done for her," she said, as her eyes grew larger. "But, who is "her?" she asked rhetorically. She slowly understood who "her" was but didn't want to think about "her" right now. She would confide in Spock who she though "her" was later when she had more proof.
"Curious? Cadet Riley?" Spock's right eyebrow slowly moved up. "Whomever it is and wherever they are they can not hide for long" he replied as his face turned to stone
Nyota stood and walked over to him and took his hand. "Spock, you go on duty at the Language Lab in a few hours right?" she asked him seductively, and began to walk towards the bedroom.
"I seek your company as much as you appear to seek mine," he said, picking her up and kissing her before they both darted quickly to the Master suite.
TBC
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Tondelayo