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Chapter One
Captains Log: Stardate 4720.1 
Mapping of the Class-Q type planet, Delta Canaris IV, continues. This planet, discovered three years into our five year mission, is providing a needed break from deep space routine for the crew. The violent gravity waves emanating from the planet require constant orbital corrections, but the added work might prove worthwhile due to the possibility of life on the planet. Sensor readings are positive although in a part of the life-spectrum indicating beings unlike any previously discovered by a Federation starship. Excitement among the crew runs high. Morale has never been better. 
Captain James T. Kirk felt the deck of the Enterprise vanish from under his feet. Grabbing a handrail, he steadied himself until the gravity fluctuations had passed. He glanced around the bridge and saw his officers busy themselves counteracting the adverse influence of still another gravity wave from the planet below. 
Mr. Sulu, report, he ordered. 
Orbital corrections already made, sir, said the efficient helmsman. Sulu continued to punch in orders to the ships control computer, his fingers almost a blur. Kirk nodded. The Asian knew his
job and did it well. The captain continued his visual inspection of the bridge. 
Lt. Uhura, are those gravity waves affecting communications? 
No, sir, she answered. Subspace is clear all the way to Starbase Sixteen. Do you wish to transmit now? 
Not immediately. I still have to finish the annual efficiency report. 
And if subspace transmission wasnt possible, you wouldnt have to do the report right away? The Bantu womans eyes sparkled. 
I didnt realize my motives were so transparent to the crew, said Kirk tiredly. Those reports are due too often. Id rather be with Mr. Spock, seeing what that planet down there really has to offer. He looked at the viewscreen and the dancing, shifting rainbow of the planets methane atmosphere. It looks just like Jupiter, even to the large red spot, he said, more to himself than to his communications officer. 
The similarity ends there, Captain, came the level voice of Mr. Spock. The Vulcan had come onto the bridge, and Kirk hadnt even noticed, being too engrossed in the sight of the gas giant. Computer analysis of our previous sensor readings indicates life-forms similar to a sheet of paper. 
Hows that, Mr. Spock? Kirk looked at the imperturbable science officer, wondering if the Vulcan wasnt deliberately baiting him. He had noticed a sly sense of humor creeping into the Vulcans words from time to time, but he had always discounted that as his own facile imagination at work. Humor wasnt logical and, above all else, Spock valued logic. 
This is a new life-form, probably sentient. 
Probably? 
A ninety-four point two percent probability, Captain. The life
forms are slightly larger than your hand and less than a millimeter thick, due to the intense gravity of the planet. We have detected distinct roadways, structures believed to be cities and even indications of an ammonia ocean spanning trade. 
But theyre only a millimeter thick? 
Less than a millimeter. The exact thickness fluctuates due to food intake, movement and 
Thank you, Mr. Spock. Kirk sighed. I would like to know more, but I am afraid I must leave it in your capable hands for the moment. The annual efficiency and promotion reports are due at Starbase all too soon. Id be more than happy to have you file the reports except it is a captains duty, and you are more efficiently employed studying Delta Canaris IV. 
Logical, agreed Spock, turning to his computer. His fingers inputted information as he stared into the blue dimness of his console display. Kirk knew the Vulcan was lost in a world of rapidly changing data, correlating it, digesting it and producing logical hypotheses for inclusion in the final report on the planet. 
Reports, snorted Kirk to himself as he turned away. His life was plagued by a continual flood of reports. Status reports to Starfleet Command, matriel reports, utilization reports, efficiency reportsa starship captain had to be more of an accountant than a commander these days. 
Mr. Spock, you have the conn, he said, going to the turbo-elevator. The movement of the elevator didnt affect him like the fluctuations caused by the gravity waves from the planet. Long years in space had inured him to this familiar motion. The pneumatic hissing ceased, and the doors opened onto the deck containing his quarters. He had barely gotten to his desk when he remembered a disciplinary problem that he had failed to attend to earlier. Kirk
punched the call button on the desk and said, Mr. Scott to captains quarters immediately. And bring your chief engineer with you. 
He had just begun work on the reports when his door chime sounded. 
Come. Kirk straightened as he saw Scott and the engineering chief stiffly enter the room and stand at ramrod attention in front of him. 
Reporting as ordered, sir, said the dour Scots officer. And I brought Chief McConel with me. 
Kirk found it hard to look with displeasure on the chief. Very attractive, she kept her red hair pulled back from her forehead and held in a small knot at the side. He saw a perfect complexion marred only by a trace of grime on one cheek, piercing green eyes... and a mind that was as agile as her lithe body. 
Chief McConel, are you aware that gambling is not allowed aboard ship? 
Aye, sir, she said, her slight burr a companion to Scotts. 
Youre not denying that you were caught with elaborate gambling equipment in the engine room, are you? 
No, sir, I am not. 
Kirk sighed. ChiefHeatherI dont care if there are games running. They keep the crew busy during slack times. You know that. This whole matter would never have reached my attention officially if you hadnt rigged the roulette wheel with that laser. Kirk leaned back, trying hard not to smile. Tell me, how did you do it? 
Twas but a wee bit of hocus-pocus, sir, she said, brightening. The roulette ball is painted black. A mite of a laser beam against the ball and it dances to whatever tune I choose. 
So thats how... Kirk bit off his words. He had often wondered
wondered how he could have lost so much of his pay in such a short time at a casino on Argelius II. The captain shook himself back to the issue at hand. Chief McConel, you will dismantle your gaming equipmentand that still you so cleverly hid in the machine shopand put yourself on back-to-back shifts until I relieve you of the extra duty. Perhaps the added work will burn up that surplus energy of yours now being diverted to rigged games of chance. 
Aye, aye, sir. 
Dismissed. And Mr. Scott, a word with you in private. They both watched the chief leave, her behind twitching just the right amount as she went through the door. Scottys heavy exhalation told Kirk more than words could have. 
Shes quite pretty, isnt she, Scotty? 
Aye, Captain, thot she is. 
And you let her get away with rigging the roulette wheel. Its you I should have on punishment duty, but Im letting you both off this time. Nothing will be entered on her record. I dont want this showing up on the Enterprises efficiency report. Those desk-skippers at Starfleet would jump all over something like this. I know you wont stop the gamblingyou shouldntbut dont let me hear any more about cheating. We will have fair contraregulation gambling aboard this ship while I am captain. Do I make myself clear? 
Pairfectly, sair! The burr heightened in his words, and Kirk knew that Scotty wouldnt let his feelings for the chief get in the way of his duty again. 
Good. Now lets forget about those reports for a minute and have a little 
The buzz of the ships intercom interrupted him. He stabbed down on the call button and said, Kirk here.
Captain, a message from Starfleet Command. Uhura sounded excited. 
Flash it on the screen, Lieutenant. 
I cant, sir, she said. Its encoded and tagged. For Captains Eyes Only. You have to decode it yourself, sir. 
Kirk felt momentary surprise at this. Highest priority messages were routinely squirted along in microbursts and received through devious computer-controlled equipment, making interception highly unlikely. To further encode a message was almost unheard of. 
Almost. 
Send the coded message down by courier, Lieutenant, he ordered. Looking up at his engineering officer, he said, Dismissed, Scotty. Well have to have that drink later. 
Aye, sair. Be looking forward to it! Smiling, the engineer left. 
Kirks attention focused on his tiny viewing screen, as soon as the security man delivered the message cassette. Row after row of numbers paraded out until the viewing area was filled. Leaning over, he opened the captains safe, keyed only to his palm-print. The small decoding device inside hummed as he began copying the numbers displayed on the screen. When the message became intelligible, his face stiffened. Erasing the words, he activated the ship intercom. 
Bridge. Mr. Spock. 
Yes, Captain? came the calm tones of his first officer. 
Lay in a course for Alnath II immediately. Warp factor eight. 
That is emergency speed, Captain. 
Arent the engines up to it? snapped Kirk. 
Of course they are, sir. 
Warp factor eight, Mr. Spock. Our presence is required at the start of another interstellar war. He sagged back in his seat for a
moment, then hastened to get to his bridge. The Enterprise had to be made battle-ready before arrival. 

General quarters, general quarters. All stations, condition red. Repeat, condition red, intoned Sulu, his voice trembling slightly. He looked back over his shoulder at Captain Kirk, sitting in the command seat, a mask of intense concentration freezing his features. 
But, Jim, protested Ships Doctor Leonard McCoy, they cant be serious about this. The Klingons wouldnt dare attack a Federation vessel. Thats like ticklin a bull with a feather! 
Are you saying Starfleet Command ordered us here by mistake? No, Bones, that order was signed by Admiral Tackett himself. 
The doctor hesitated, then said, The Chief of Staff? 
Thats right. Unless the Federation Council had issued the order directly, it couldnt come from a higher source. 
What happened, Jim? McCoy moved closer to insure more privacy. The bridge hardly seemed the place for this sort of confidential discussion, but he had to know. 
The Vulcan Science Ship Tpau has been destroyed. The instant the onboard computer ceased to register life readings, it automatically ejected the ships recorder. All life aboard the Tpau, Bones, ended within a few seconds. No disease, no equipment malfunction, no collision in space, nothing was recorded to indicate what happened. Starfleet Command believes that recent activities by the Klingons in this region indicate high probability that they were responsible. 
A new weapon, Captain? asked Spock. 
Kirk only nodded glumly. 
But the Tpau wasnt armed! exclaimed McCoy, beginning to
show the intense emotions he kept checked until now. They couldnt have resisted a Klingon warship. 
Mr. Spock, sensor readings. The Vulcan drifted back to his console and began studying the readouts. 
A dreadnought class Klingon vessel in orbit around Alnath II, he said. There has been no indication they have detected us. We are still beyond their sensors limits. 
They might be more heavily armed, conceded Kirk, but our sensors are still better than theirs. A small edge, very small. 
Captain, I have located the Tpau. The ship is adrift and intact. No life readings from the vessel. Spock looked up, his face bathed in the harsh blue light from his computer readout screen. With his pointed ears, dark hair and sallow complexion, he looked like Satan himself. The only thing missing was the hint of cruelty. Spocks face remained impassive as he read off the grim findings. 
Dammit, Spock, yelled McCoy. Dont you feel anything for them? They were Vulcans! 
Dr. McCoy, said Spock in his even voice, I mourn for all tragic loss of life. The full information in this matter has yet to be determined. He turned back to his console, studying the sensor readings intently. 
Bones, quiet down, ordered Kirk, before McCoy could retort to Spocks reply. I wont have you yelling at Spock like that on the bridge, especially not now while he is busy. He chewed on his thumb as he studied the viewscreen. The drifting Tpau appeared, no visible scar marring the small vessels hull You get together a few of your personnel for a boarding party. I want a complete rundown of conditions aboard the Tpau. 
Right, Jim. And... sorry. 
Kirk looked up at his medical officer and smiled slightly. He
knew McCoy. The man was competent but sometimes let his emotions run rampant. McCoy left quickly, mumbling to himself, already selecting mentally the staff he would take. 
Mr. Spock, have Security beam over a team prior to medical examination. I want to make certain no booby traps have been laid for us. Mr. Chekov, Kirk said, addressing the navigator, what of the Klingon ship? 
Still in orbit about the planet, Captain, the young ensign responded briskly. I have all phaser batteries fully charged. Awaiting orders! 
Keep phasers at full chargeand keep your finger off the triggers until I give the command. 
Aye, aye, sir. 
Security team is aboard the Tpau, said Spock. They report nothing unusualexcept the corpses. 
Put it on the viewscreen, Lt. Uhura. 
Kirk propped his chin on his palm as he studied the viewscreen. The sight aboard the Tpau made him shudder slightly. He could tolerate blood. A starship captain sees more than his share of combat and death. The eeriness of a ship emptied of life without visible struggle got to him. The security team moved swiftly through the corridors of the ship, relaying back the grim picture of Vulcans peacefully lying on their bunks, faces composed, hands folded across their chests, hinting at something wondrous by their expressions. All were dead. It was as if they had simply lain down and gone to sleep, dreaming pleasant dreams, never to waken again. 
Theories, Mr. Spock? asked the captain. He could think of no reason for the demise of the Tpaus crew. All the tiny details only a spaceman would notice were in perfect order.
None, Captain. I must rely on Dr. McCoys autopsies for further data. 
Beam over the medical crew, Kirk said into his intercom. He watched as the shimmering columns of energy solidified and the medical team, headed by McCoy and his chief assistant, Dr. MBenga, dispersed through the ship. 
Lt. Uhura, any communication from the Klingon vessel? 
None, sir. The ship remains in orbit. It doesnt seem to be following more than routine radio blackout procedure. Im picking up radiation that wouldnt be present if they were operating under full battle conditions. Even assuming their deflector screens arent as efficient as ours, they dont seem to be trying to avoid detection. 
Might I point out, Captain, said Chekov, that there is no need for them to hide? That is a new Klingon dreadnought. 
Im aware of that, Mr. Chekov. As I am aware that any battle with them will be one-sided. How far away are any of our own dreadnoughts, Mr. Spock? 
The Konkordium and the Dominion are the nearest. Both are currently in dry dock at Starbase Seven. 
Starbase Seven? Kirk felt cold all over. The dreadnoughts were in neither position nor condition to fight the Klingon vessel. Yet he would have to engage anyway, alone, with no support. The Klingons had violated the Organian Peace Treaty, using a secret weapon against a peaceful Vulcan scientific expedition. They must not be allowed to return to their own empire unscathed. A heavy cruiser might not best a dreadnought, but it was his duty to try. 
The encoded orders from Starfleet Command had been explicit on that point: The Enterprise was expendable. 
Put me through to Dr. McCoy, he ordered Uhura. A hiss and McCoys voice peevishly snapped at him.
What do you want? 
A report, Bones. What did it? What did the Klingons use to instantly kill a shipload of Vulcans? 
Cant answer that. Im beaming the bodies aboard, stacking most of them like cordwood into the cryogenic vaults until we can ship them back to Vulcan for burial. MBenga will do the autopsies on the others, since he is more familiar with Vulcan physiology than I am. But we cant get the job done if you keep bothering us. 
Beam over a pair of the bodies and get back here yourself. Leave the other corpses in place and evacuate the vessel. Drain off the air; the hard vacuum of space will preserve the bodies as well as our cryovaults. I cant take the time for the transfer. 
But, Jim 
Now, Bones, do it now. Kirk out. 
Kirk felt the eyes of his officers on him. Staring straight ahead at the viewscreen, his voice as calm as he could make it, he ordered, Impulse power, helmsman. Take us to Alnath II, using the bulk of the planet to shield us from the Klingon vessel. 
Sneak attack, sir? asked Chekov, both eager and apprehensive. 
It looks that way, Mr. Chekov. It looks as if that might be our only hope of success. 

I tell you, this is unlike anything I ever saw, said Dr. MBenga, the body of the Vulcan partially dissected and spread before him on the autopsy table. He is in perfect condition. There is no reason for this person to have died. 
None? asked Kirk. 
I studied for four years on Vulcan to learn what I have, Captain Kirk. I never witnessed a death on Vulcan similar to this. 
Mr. Spock? Kirk turned and looked at his science officer.
Spocks eyes darted back and forth as he studied the numbers on the medical computer printout. 
I can draw no inference, Captain. Dr. MBenga is best qualified to evaluate this data. 
Kirk hardly believed his ears. Spock was as close to being nonplussed as he had ever seen him. The array of numbers meant nothing to Kirk, but the lack went furtherit extended to his most highly trained officers. 
Radiation? Could it have been a radiation burst? he pressed, hoping for some clue to the Klingon weapon. 
If so, it is no radiation we are familiar with, the doctor said. The cells of the bodies are in perfect condition. No ionization indicative of gamma radiation or X rays. The central nervous system is in good shape, too. No contusions, lesions or evidence of struggle. Their deaths were most peaceful. When I go, I hope it is like that. The black doctor stared down at the corpse on the table. 
Thank you, Doctor. With any luck, none of us will be departing this vale of tears anytime soon. 
McCoy, Spock, a word with you. Kirk left MBenga intent on the autopsy. When he had the officers aside, he asked, Any indication of Klingon intervention? 
None, Captain, said Spock. I have fully analyzed the recordings made by the Tpau. At no time did any aboard even mention Klingon presence. Our own recordings taken after the crews demise also lack positive indicators of Klingon action. 
McCoy? Did you see anything? A feeling, a tiny detail, anything? 
Nothing definite, Jim. But the Klingons are warlike. We all know that. They would like nothing better than to destroy the Enterprise in battle. They live for war and the Organian Peace Treaty
has robbed them of that for too many years. 
But the Tpau, protested Kirk. Any sign the Klingons caused the Vulcans deaths? 
No, Jim, but they must have done it. Theyre in orbit around that planet, arent they? demanded McCoy. 
Yes, Doctor, the Klingons are there. And we must attack, it seems. Soon. 

Command weighed heavily on James Kirk. He had studied the results obtained from the analysis of the Vulcan craft. Seventy-two dead, no survivors, no records as to the cause of the tragedyand no evidence indicting the Klingons, either. That worried him the most. They were within the seven-hundred-and-fifty parsec treaty zone imposed by the Organians. The Klingons couldnt have attacked a Federation vessel without instant retaliation by the Organiansor could they? 
The Organians were peaceful, alien, powerful, but they werent infallible. They could make mistakes. If the new Klingon weapon operated in such a fashion that it was indetectable by whatever means the Organians used, then the Klingon Empire would feel emboldened and attack with impunity. The United Federation of Planets couldnt run crying to the Organians. The Federation would have to deal with this threat. Swiftly. Decisively. 
And Captain James T. Kirk was the instrument of that action. He had ordered strict battle silence. No communication with Starfleet Command was possible now. The slightest subspace squeak would alert the Klingons. The burden of decision was his and his alone. Admiral Tackett had entrusted him with complete discretion in this matter. 
Mr. Chekov, status.
We are within forty planetary diameters of Alnath II, said the navigator. All phaser banks are fully charged. Photon torpedoes are armed and locked in on horizon. 
Kirks eyes drifted back to the viewscreen. The planet loomed bright and shining, an M-class planet, another Earth with sweet spring rains and soft breezes and warming sunlight. The single point on the planets horizon where the Klingon vessel would appear, if it maintained its computed orbit, appeared no different from any other point. At his command, that area of space would be filled with ravening phaser beams and a score of torpedoes, each one capable of destroying an entire planets surface. So much powerand all his to command. 
He felt the tension around him. It was palpable, a fist crushing him. Decision. All his. Attack the Klingon before the other craft could prepare for battle. Spock agreed this was the logical course of action. The Klingon ship was newer, more heavily armed, swifter. The Enterprises only advantage lay in surprise. If the Klingon warcraft could be damaged severely enough before their defenses stiffened, the Enterprise might survive the battle. Kirk wasnt even sure his ship could outrun the enemy. 
Shaking his head, he tried to get rid of the ideas of enemy and battle. The evidence failed to convict the Klingons. He didnt know if the Klingons had ever detected the Vulcan ship. Perhaps MBenga and McCoy had missed some little-known virus. A plague of incredible virulence might have ravaged the crew, killing them quickly. But a wealth of data argued against this interpretation. Where would the plague come from? Not Alnath II. The planet had been cleared by Planetary Research as safe, as safe as any M-class planet could be. No diseases, no dangerous beasts, no hidden menace. But something had killed those aboard the Tpau.
Deflector screens up, he ordered. Prepare to attack as soon as the Klingon vessel clears the horizon. 
Four minutes, Captain, came Chekovs voice, quivering with ill-suppressed emotion. Kirk knew Chekov was like a racehorse in the starting gate. Nervous now, waiting, unsure of himself, but when the battle commenced, he would settle into cool, error-free activity. 
Captain! cried Uhura, Im picking up a broadcast from the planets surface. They claim to be part of the Tpaus crew. No, they were part of the scientific expedition. They... its so confused, sir! 
Put it on the screen, Lieutenant. And you, Mr. Chekov, keep your finger off the phaser controls. 
Reluctantly, the young ensign leaned back, his hands away from the deadly trigger button. 
Keep a close monitor on the Klingon ships position, however, Kirk added. He looked to the viewscreen and saw the blue-tinted, craggy face of an Andorian staring back at him. One of the hearing stalks had been broken off in some past encounter, causing the alien to cock his head slightly toward his communicator unit. 
Who is this? Is that you, Captain Sullien? What is the meaning of abandoning us in this high-handed fashion? Answer me! 
Mr. Spock, analyze and identify. 
The Andorian is a scientist of some renown, Dr. Threllvon-da, an archaeologist who has worked with other Vulcan expeditions. He appears distraught that Captain Sullien, the commander of the Tpau, has not performed in a manner meeting Threllvon-das expectations. 
The transmission is real? It is not being faked by the Klingons? 
Negative, Captain. It is real. 
Uhura, patch me through to the Andorian. And keep the transmission on as tight a beam as possible. I dont want any leakage
warning the Klingons of our presence. 
He heard buttons pushed, the communications computer being programmed to carry out his desires. A small hiss marked the opening of transmission to the surface of Alnath II. 
Dr. Threllvon-da? This is Captain Kirk of the Starship Enterprise. Are you in danger? 
Danger? squawked the Andorian. Of course I am in danger. Always in danger of some upstart damaging part of the ruins. This is why I need my laboratory equipment aboard the Tpau. You get that scurrilous Vulcan back here with my equipment, or I shall lodge a very stiff protest with the Interstellar Studies Committee! 
Kirk thumbed off two-way communication and asked Spock, Is he for real? 
I am afraid so, Captain. Dr. Threllvon-da appears very upset at the loss of his equipment. The voice-stress analyzer has been set for the particular physiology of the Andorians, and the results show only annoyance at having his researches momentarily thwarted. 
Kirk thumbed back the communication link. Are you in personal danger from the Klingons, Doctor? 
No, no, they are such a nasty folk, but they are no real problem. Always bothersome, but the delays I am forced to tolerate are even more bothersome. You up there, Kirk, I think you said your name was, get Captain Sullien here immediately! 
I am afraid thats not quite so easy. The entire crew of the Tpau is dead. Perhaps you can shed some light on this. 
What? Dead? Of course not. We are all fine. 
Are there any Vulcans among your number? asked Spock, standing near Kirks right hand. 
No, none. All Andorians, of course. All scientists intent on studying these wondrous ruins. The artifacts alone will be worth a hundred
hundred fine research papers. Even that fool Thoron can successfully finish off his doctorate with the dissertation he can write now. Never thought he would amount to anything, but this discovery will benefit us all. It 
Doctor, please. Will you beam aboard the Enterprise? Kirk glanced at Chekov, who pointed to the chronometer. The Klingon warship would cross the horizon in less than a minute. Even with the relatively insensitive sensor devices aboard the Klingon dreadnought, they could not fail to detect the Enterprise. Then battle would be joined, all advantage of surprise lost to Kirk. 
What? Leave? I suppose I can, for a short while. Without my equipment we are digging with our fingers. Very unscientific. I do so need my ultrasonic brushes, too. One of those blocks can be destroyed with improper cleaning, you realize. 
One to beam up, Kirk said to the transporter chief. Mr. Sulu, can you keep the mass of the planet between us and the Klingon, at least for a few more minutes? 
Aye, aye, sir. We will have to achieve the same orbit as the Klingon, but that wont be any trouble as long as they dont try any quick maneuvering. 
Do so, Mr. Sulu. Kirk flipped his intercom switch again and asked, Has the Andorian beamed up, Mr. Kyle? 
The transporter chief immediately answered. Just arrived, sir. 
Kirk heaved a sigh. Now maybe we can find out whats going on around here. He glared at Spock as the Vulcan raised one eyebrow in skeptical response.
Chapter Two
Captains Log: Stardate 4723.4 
We continue to evade the Klingon warship until such time as blame can be attributed for the deaths of the Vulcans aboard the Science Ship Tpau. Before destruction of the crew, the Tpau landed a party of twenty-three Andorian scientists on the surface of Alnath II. The leader, Dr. Threllvon-da, is argumentative and not inclined to cooperate with our investigation. Further questioning will no doubt bring out valuable information. 
Kirk and Spock went to greet the Andorian. The blue-tinted scientist paced nervously back and forth in the transporter room, his demeanor indicating extreme distaste for the delay. 
Dr. Threllvon-da, I am Captain Kirk. This is my first officer, Mr. Spock. 
A Vulcan, snorted the Andorian. Are you people everywhere? Am I to be cursed by you till the day I die? 
Cursed? asked Mr. Spock. That is illogical, a superstitious belief not in keeping with strict scientific principles. Might I suggest 
You may suggest nothing, snapped Threllvon-da, pulling himself
himself up to his full meter and a half height. You will get me the equipment I need to properly study those ruins, and you will do it instantly! 
Uh, Doctor, said Kirk, trying not to further antagonize the Andorian, there seems to be some slight problem. The Tpaus entire crew is dead. Can you help us by giving some information? 
Dead? They are dead? How unscientific of them. Is that what you were trying to tell me before in your confused manner? 
Seventy-two Vulcans are dead, Doctor, tracelessly, said Spock. 
Humph, that explains why Sullien broke orbit, said Threllvon-da. But that doesnt excuse his behavior! 
Come, lets discuss this over refreshment, said Kirk, herding the Andorian toward the wardroom. Mr. Spock and I are most interested in hearing all about your expeditions discoveries. 
Really? But of course you are. This will shatter all the preconceived notions of those upstarts back on Andorand Vulcan, too! Almost greedily, the white-haired Andorian rubbed his hands together. 
Come, repeated Kirk, ushering the Andorian into the wardroom, be seated and lets get to know each other better. A scientist of your fame must have many observations to make about Alnath II. 
Such a pleasant world, said the scientist, barely noticing when Spock tapped in a recording command to the ships computer. I feel nothing but admiration for the survey team who discovered it and suggested that I should be the one to examine the find more closely. They knew the true value instantly and acted with amazing dispatch in calling me in. 
What discovery is this, Doctor? 
The ruins! The ruins of a most advanced humanoid civilization.
Such a puzzle, too. Only a single pyramid remains on the face of the planet to mark their passing. It is as if they eradicated all other indications of their existence to focus attention on that pyramid. Here, I have holograms taken of it. 
Spock took the proffered plate and slid it into the computer on the table. It burbled hungrily, then focused the picture at the far end of the room. Kirk had to suck in his breath. Even though the picture was reduced in scale, he felt the overwhelming majesty of the pyramid. The ebon sides gleamed dully in the bright yellow sun, almost draining vitality from the light and re-emitting it in subtly altered form. 
How tall is the structure? asked Spock. 
The scale is at the bottom, replied the scientist, lost in the three-dimensional picture of his discovery. 
That makes it taller than the Enterprise! exclaimed Kirk. You say the people of this planet built the pyramid. When? 
You mean how long ago. Perhaps five thousand years B.P. Before Present, he added, almost as if lecturing a class of dullards. At least that and possibly more like ten millennia. Perfectly machined to a few microns tolerance. And inside is a veritable museum of archaeological relics. 
Spock allowed the computer to show the next holo. The interior seemed roomy, a single stone altar dominating the center of the chamber. 
What is the purpose of that? asked Kirk, lost in the wonder of the discovery, in spite of himself. 
Dont know. Havent had time to properly study it. Dont even know if it was an altar. Has all the markings of a pedestal for displaying something important, but I wasnt the first into the room, you know. Those Vulcans were.
The Vulcans entered this room first? 
Then they marched out, while I was still inspecting the base of the pyramid. They lined up and beamed back to their ship, leaving us all alone on the planet. The Andorian stood and moved through the hologram examining facets of the picture and chuckling to himself. 
Wait, Dr. Threllvon-da. The Vulcans left and you immediately went into the chamber? 
No, no, not even then. These pictures were taken after we chased the Klingons away. 
Kirks face hardened. Perhaps you will tell me exactly what happened on the planet. What Klingons? 
Why, the Klingons who came after the Vulcans left. I was so busy setting up camp, I hardly noticed when they beamed down. They came with all that equipment of theirs. The minute I saw that they had such heavy machinery, I tried to put a stop to its use. Why, they might crush valuable artifacts under the treads. 
Let me get this clear, said Kirk, more confused than before. The Vulcans entered the chamber, then beamed back without saying a word to you. Then the Klingons invaded, heavy equipment of an unknown nature being offloaded from their starship. 
I suppose that sums it up. The Klingons swarmed all over our camp, some of them getting into that chamber. But I convinced them to leave us alone. They are such nasty individuals, unpleasant, but amenable to persuasion. 
A Klingon who listens to reason rather than killing outright? This isnt like them. Mr. Spock, any comment?
Highly irregular, Captain. If the Klingons are responsible for the deaths aboard the Tpau, why should they allow unarmed scientists on the planet to live?
I can answer that. I told them I had already called Starbase Sixteen for aid. I hadnt, of course, since that puny communicator Sullien left hardly reaches into near orbit, much less through subspace. But the Klingons contented themselves with their own paltry pastimes after making an inspection tour of my camp.
There is more of a mystery now than there was before, mused Kirk. The Klingons have in orbit one of the most powerful vessels in this part of space. 
Yes, the Terror they called it. Such a quaint name, said Threllvon-da. Puerile, also. It fits their activities, if I do say so. If they would redirect their energies toward scientific pursuit instead of building devices of mayhem, they would be better off. 
We all would, Doctor, said Kirk. Of Spock, he asked, What do you make of this? A ship capable of destroying even the Enterprise and the Klingon commander leaves it in orbit for all to find. Do you think he even sighted the Tpau? Their detection equipment could have missed a ship that small. 
We can only assume that the putative weapon is of such a nature that it is not dependent on their sensors for its use. 
Weapon? cried the Andorian. What is all this about a weapon? I demand to be given my equipment. Find the TpauI dont care if they are all as dead as this bulkheadand get me my tools. You are entrusted by the Federation, Kirk, to further scientific endeavors. This planet is the archaeological find of the century. I know it! 
We shall see what we can do, Doctor, said Kirk, trying to keep his anger down. Wait here while Spock and I tend to other matters. Come, Mr. Spock. 
In the corridor, Kirk sagged back against the cold metal of the bulkhead, thankful for the substantial support along his spine. He
wiped off a bead of perspiration from his upper lip and shook his head. 
I dont know what to make of it, Spock. Id say he was totally demented, except Ive seen others act in the same manner. 
Total dedication to his work. A workable philosophy for a race with distinct tendencies toward aggression. This is a sublimation toward knowledge and away from war. Logical. 
I could use less of that so-called logical approach and more information. Kirk felt less in control of the situation than ever before. The Klingons had made no overtly warlike move against any Federation citizen, yet there was no obvious cause for the deaths of the Vulcans. The threat posed by the powerful Klingon warship hung like the Sword of Damocles over his headand over the Enterprise, as well. 
There exists no reason to disbelieve Threllvon-da, observed Spock. He is a scientist of some note, capable of concentrated activity directed to worthwhile ends, and his word is not to be questioned lightly. 
Should I question the Klingons, instead? asked Kirk bitterly. 
Why not? 
Kirk looked at his first officer and said slowly, Youre right, Mr. Spock. Why shouldnt I ask them? 

Lt. Uhura, open hailing frequencies to the Klingon ship. 
Captain! Kirk couldnt pinpoint the person responsible for the outburst. He heard a half dozen voices mingling into one. Looking around the bridge, he saw surprise on many faces, outrage on others. 
You have your orders, Lieutenant. Carry them out. 
And Mr. Chekov, please remove your hand from the phaser controls. While I am speaking with the Klingon commander, I do not
want any unfortunate nervous twitches creating an interstellar incident. 
Yes, sir, said Chekov sullenly. 
Is the channel open? 
Ready, sir. 
This is Captain Kirk of the United Starship Enterprise sending greetings to our Klingon compatriots. Kirk heard a strangled gasp on the bridge and ignored it. We have entered standard orbit about Alnath II and wish to pay our respects. 
The viewscreen picture shattered as frequencies matched, then coalesced into the grim visage of a Klingon. The swarthy, saturnine face contorted into a sneer. The Klingon gestured to someone out of range of the viewscreen, then settled into his chair to glare at Kirk. 
Captain Kalan of the Empire Ship Terror. What do you want? 
Blunt, to the point, murmured Spock. Never qualify for the diplomatic corps. 
It seems that there has been some slight problem aboard the Vulcan Science Ship Tpau. Perhaps you could help us understand the problem more fully. 
No. 
Kirks eyes narrowed a little. Are you refusing us aid? All aboard that ship are dead. This is violation of the terms of the Organian Peace Treaty. 
The Klingon Empire will never violate the treaty! snapped the commander of the other vessel. Weaklings in the Federation might, but never in the Empires ranks will you find one such. What has happened to this so-called science ship? 
Unknown. The Terror went into orbit immediately after the problem occurred aboard the Tpau. Did you detect anything unusual? Abnormal solar activity? Gravitational anomalies? Anything
Anything that might account for the deaths? 
Captain Kirk, eh? sneered Captain Kalan. My information officer has finally supplied data on you and your starship. You realize that, in spite of your record, the Terror is the superior warcraft? 
I hardly acknowledge that, Captain Kalan, in light of the recent modifications made to the Enterprise, but as you pointed out earlier, we come in the spirit of peace under the treaty. We desire only information and then we shall leave. What brings you to the Alnath system? 
This space is open to both signatories of the Organian Peace Treaty, the Klingon said. We explore. We... we seek knowledge just as those on the surface of the planet do. An archaeological expedition is currently studying the ruins. 
Indeed, came Spocks soft comment. I have never known the Klingons to be interested in archaeological ventures. Their energies have been devoted totally to the waging of war. 
I know, Spock, answered Kirk. To the Klingon commander, he said, The Terror seems heavily armed for the mere pursuit of knowledge. 
I will not bandy words with you, Kirk. Any attempt on your part to force us away from Alnath II and out of the system will be met with force. 
Are you threatening us, Kalan? 
Again the sneer, a white gash in the darkly complected face. Of course not, Kirk. We will defend ourselves if have liked more than to use his stern measures against all of our enemies striving to rout us from our rightful place in the heavens. The way Kalan said it left no doubt that there were few things in the universe he would have liked more than to use his stern measures against the Enterprise. 
The matching of a dreadnought against a heavy cruiser would be
interesting, continued Kalan. Our tacticians have often wondered if the superior mobility of the smaller craft could be efficacious against a more heavily armed and armored dreadnought. An interesting problem for our computers, eh? 
If you say so, Captain. You may rest assured that no Federation citizen will attempt to prohibit you from your pursuit of... knowledge. Good digging. 
Kirk watched Kalans face contort into a mask of rage. The Klingon broke the connection before Kirk could. The nervous strain over, Kirk swiveled around to face his science officer. 
What do you make of that, Spock? 
I am not sure, Captain. The Klingon appears eager for battle, but all Klingons are. If he truly thought his craft superior, he would attack without warning. That he hasnt indicates uncertainty. 
McCoy came onto the bridge and sidled up beside Kirks chair. I heard part of the exchange, Jim. What Spock says is true. Whats this, though, about our being refitted to stand up to a dreadnought? 
A little bluff, Bones, nothing more. 
Bluff? asked Spock, cocking his head to one side. This is part of the odd game you call poker. Lying for the benefit of intangible gain hardly seems worthwhile. 
We couldnt expect you to understand, Spock. Its not logical, said McCoy. And what youre doing isnt logical, either, Jim. Attack! Fire on the Klingons while we still have the advantage of surprise. 
The element of surprise is gone, Bones. And on what grounds can we justify such an attack? 
The Organian Treaty! They cant deny us peaceful access to Alnath. 
They arent, pointed out Kirk. And they would like nothing
more than for us to try to deny it to them. No, Bones, we are going to have to walk softly and see where the path takes us. There is more, much more, to this than meets the eye. 
I just hope thats not the garden path youre leading us down, Jim, McCoy said soberly. 

Kirk flipped off the computer in disgust. He had gone over the Andorians statement a hundred times, and still nothing significant came out of it. The scientist simply couldnt guess what had happened to the Vulcans, nor did he really want to spend time considering the issue. The transcript of the verbal exchange with the Klingon commander yielded even less information. Kirk had summoned up the most sophisticated programs lurking in the computer memory and still he had nothing concrete to show for the actions.
The Klingons lived in a suspicious culture, paranoid and warlike. The Klingon commanders behavior could be explained easily within those parameters. Nothing indicated responsibility for the Vulcan deaths, but Kirk could not find any tonal inflection, any gesture, any small detail to indicate the Klingons werent responsible, either. He was certain that Kalan wished they had been; no love was lost between the Klingons and the Vulcans.
Kirk leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to relax. The strain of the past few hours caused his head to throb unmercifully. He settled his mind, allowing the image of a peaceful lake to form. He drifted downward into the warm water, floating, freed from gravity, no longer held prisoner by his own body. As the relaxing images worked in his mind, the dull pulsating ache slowly stilled and finally vanished. He opened his eyes to see Spock and McCoy standing in the opened doorway.
Yes, gentlemen? he said tiredly.
Captain, the Klingons have begun to jam all subspace frequencies. We cannot contact Starfleet Command.
Its about as I figured, Kirk said. They arent sure why we are here. They might not even be sure were telling the truth about the Tpau. The Klingons have suspicious minds. Even if we showed them the bodies, they might think we murdered the Vulcans to have an excuse to attack them.
Jim, youre saying that the Klingons arent responsible for those horrible deaths! blurted McCoy. You cant have any proof of that!
I dont, Bones. Im trying to look at all sides of this. What ifand Im only saying what ifthe Klingons are not responsible? Then we would be the aggressors if we attacked and the ones initiating an interstellar war.
And if you let them get by with using a secret weapon capable of tracelessly killing, the entire Federation is endangered.
True. Ive got to decide. Soon. But which is it to be? Are the Klingons cold-blooded murderers or are they innocent bystanders?
Seldom have the Klingons been innocent bystanders, as you put it, Captain, said Spock. Their jamming of our communications indicates some culpability on their part.
Not necessarily, Spock. They dont know that we cannot summon up even one of our dreadnoughts. They dont know were the heaviest armed starship in the region. Its simple protection on their part; they know they can pound us into atoms if the need arises. If we succeed in calling for aid, they dont know what might be breathing down their necks.
This implies some guilt on their part. I say attack now! McCoy slammed his fist down hard onto Kirks tiny desk top. The captain looked up at his medical officer, eyes widening slightly. Seldom had he seen McCoy so distraught.
Are you questioning a command decision? Kirk asked quietly. If so, youd better make a good case.
Indecision on your part is case enough, ranted McCoy. A good captain commands. Make a decision!
Kirk wished he could contact Starfleet Command and consult with others higher in rank. They werent line commanders anymore, but they were strategists, tacticians, men and women responsible for far-reaching decisions. He wanted nothing more than to map and explore unknown worlds. The Enterprise wasnt a warship, not like the super-powerful dreadnoughts. Its mission consisted mainly of contacting alien cultures never reached by other explorers, of mapping and charting planets and even space itself, seeking life and peacenot war and death. A decision had to be made, and it appeared war resulted in either direction.
If the Klingons did have a secret weapon, they would continue using it unless stopped here. Even then, the respite was momentary. If the Klingon leaders felt the balance of power had shifted significantly in their direction, they would press their supposed advantage into full-scale warfare. On the other hand, if the Klingons were as they said, peaceful scientists exploring as the Andorians were doing, a sneak attack could start a new war. Opinion in unaligned worlds would be against the aggressor; Kirk cared little for his name living in history as the single man responsible for causing an interstellar war with the potential of killing entire planets filled with people. Trillionsmore!could die from a mistake on his part. 
Bones, Im tired. My eyes burn from peering into the viewscreen, and my headache is returning. Give me something to relax me and let me sleep. 
But the Klingons...! protested the doctor.
The Klingons wont go away. Unfortunately. As long as this uneasy truce lasts, no one gets hurt. 
Shall I maintain general quarters, Captain? asked Spock. 
Yes, do so. It might be a truce, but it is also an uneasy one, with neither side trusting the other. Inform me the instant the Klingons show any potentially dangerous movement. Now, please, let me rest. 
Spock and McCoy left, but sleep didnt come easily for Kirk. He tossed on his small bunk, restless and tortured by the decision he would have to make. Even when sleep took him, he dreamed of flashing phasers and exploding photon torpedoes. It was not a good night for him.
Chapter Three
Captains Log: Stardate 4730.5 
The war of nerves continues between the Enterprise and the Klingon vessel. Every change of orbit is countered by the other as we jockey for continual advantage. The tension mounts aboard the Enterprise and threatens to disrupt the efficient functioning of many departments. This breakdown in morale is unlike anything I have ever seen aboard a starship. Extensive searches of the ships computer memory fail to reveal any other situation paralleling ours. I must act soon or serious breaches of regulations will begin to occur. 
Mr. Chekov, status report. 
Terror changes orbit to remain directly above the Andorian camp below. They keep their phasers trained on the scientists. The young ensign sounded bitter, resigned to inaction. Kirk sympathized with him, reading much of his own character into that of Chekovs. Kirk knew he hadnt been much different the first time he had been assigned to a starship. Puppy-dog eager for action, unmindful of the consequences, it took only a few bloody space battles to convince him fighting was only one of many methods for deciding an issue. Chekov would learn that, too, one day, if they all survived.
Position the Enterprise in an orbit directly under that of the Terror, Mr. Sulu. Use impulse power to maintain position as our orbit decays. 
Aye, aye, sir. 
Mr. Chekov, a word in private. 
The ensign stood and glared at his commander, challenging him. Kirk heaved a deep breath and said, I want to make a quick inspection of the ship, Mr. Chekov. If I leave the conn in your hands, do I have anything to worry about? 
The ensign brightened. No, sir! 
Good. Louder, for all on the bridge to hear, Kirk announced, You have the conn, Mr. Chekov. He swung out of his seat and took the turbo-elevator down to medical level. Thoughts of a strange virus filtered through his vague uneasiness about the behavior of his crew. It seemed unlikely, but what had struck the Tpau might be working insidiously on the Enterprise at this very instant. 
McCoy, he said, entering the doctors office, have you time for a few words? 
Naturally. I assume this is about the crews unusual behavior. Theyre acting friskier than a colt on a sunny day. 
Thats one way of putting it, Bones. Frisky. He snorted. I am more inclined to say mutinous. Discipline is breaking down. I had to put Mr. Kyle on report for failure to be at his post. You know what he was doing? Sculpting. He was in the ceramics lab sculpting a small figurine. 
So? 
So, Bones, Kyle had a spotless record. That wasnt like him. I asked why he had left his post while on duty, and all he could say was that he thought he might have a real career in the arts. 
Was he any good at the sculpting?
Come off it, Bones! Thats not the question. Kyle is a good transporter chief, but his dereliction of duty could have imperiled lives. If we required an immediate evacuation of the Andorians on the planet below, Kyle would have been running his fingers through clay and not across the transporter control panel where they belonged. But a flawless record, top ratings, nothing but excellents all across his efficiency reports and now this. 
Everyone has a momentary lapse, Jim. Dont be so hard on himor yourself. Take some time to relax and do what you want. Get away from all these machines. McCoy glanced around his office, almost overrun with flowering plants. I find it restful to escape into here. Kyle probably got upset over the idea of breaking apart all those people, scrambling their atoms and then gluing them back together with that devils machine of his. 
Some psychiatrist you are. Youre actually defending his actions. 
McCoy shrugged. Hes not letting the tension get to him like the others are. Some of the crew are beginning to fight. If they cant fight Klingons, theyll take it out on each other. 
Kirk snorted, stood and began to pace in the tiny area provided in front of the desk. Thats another cut at me for not attacking the Klingons, isnt it? Well, Doctor, I am not going to do it. Not unless they make the first move. 
Well all be radioactive dust if you let them shoot first, Jim. 
Listen, Bones, you mend the patients and Ill tend to running the ship. 
Youre not doing a very good job, are you? 
Kirk started to retort angrily, then paused and got a firmer grip on his emotions. McCoy was right about that, at least in part. He was a starship captain and responsible for the crew of his ship. Whether he initiated the attack or not, he could not allow the
morale aboard the Enterprise to sink lower. Kirk started to say something, thought better of it and left the doctor in his plant-filled office. Somehow, it was nicer getting out into the cramped corridors of the ship and away from the jungle of those green-tendriled plants. 
Spock, he called, stopping his science officer. Id like a word with you. 
Spock stood impassively, waiting. Kirk envied his first officer his emotionless approach at times. While Spock could never know the joys of love or feeling, neither was he pressured by indecision. Everything reduced in his mind to its basic elements, studied in a straightforward manner, and then the most logical course of action was followed. Kirk recognized the problem with that approach; sometimes the most logical tack was also the most brutal. Less efficient, more humane choices could be madeon the basis of human feeling. 
I assume you are worried about incidents such as that? Spock turned slightly and pointed with the tip of his chin toward two arguing crewmen. One took a roundhouse swing at the other, decking him. 
Spock moved silently, his fingers finding the proper spot on the standing crewmans neck to apply the Vulcan nerve pinch. The man tensed and then sank to the deck, stunned. 
Get him back to his quarters, ordered Kirk. But first, tell me what you were fighting over. 
The frightened crewman stammered, I-it was nothing, sir. 
Carry on. As soon as the men were out of earshot, Kirk added, Its a sorry day when theyre afraid of their own captain. 
My hearing is somewhat more acute than yours, Captain. Both men desired the same woman.
That was the cause of the fight? Kirk felt stunned. Incidents like that didnt happen aboard the Enterprise. He ran his ship carefully, never treading on the individual crewmens personal lives, while keeping control over their baser instincts. It was a fine line and one Kirk strived to maintain. He saw all his work disintegrating around him with absurd fights. 
Im sure it was, Captain. You must realize these men are highly trained and very aggressive. They like to fight. 
Mr. Spock, have the section heads meet in the wardroom in one hour. Weve got some talking to do. 
Kirk paced the corridors of the Enterprise, observing, noting, writing memos that would be delivered to the appropriate section heads at the meeting. In a way, Kirk felt good that the Klingon menace was at hand. This allowed him to put off doing his efficiency and promotion reports for a short while. By the time the Klingon problem was solved, one way or the other, he would either have time to whip his crew back into shape or it would never matter. To have to submit his reports now, though, would be a painful task. Crewmen wandered away from their duty posts to pursue hobbies, to lose themselves in drink, to seek solace in one anothers arms. 
He entered the wardroom to find his officers already assembled. Spock began to call them to attention. Kirk waved such formality aside. He neither required it nor desired it. Preserving the integrity of his ship came first. Always. 
You are all observant people. You see ship morale vanishing. I find myself in the position of a peacetime garrison commander, he said, addressing the silent people seated at the horseshoe-shaped table. Keeping peacetime armies honed to a fighting edge is difficult. With no visible enemy there is the distinct tendency to ignore discipline, to believe combat will never occur. This is human nature.
It is also the way to disaster. Our situation is more complex, with the Klingons hovering so near. We cannot openly attack. This produces both sloth and inattention on the crews part. They must think we will never need to go to battle. However, the Enterprises safety depends on constant vigilance. One brief instant of carelessness and we can all be dead. Do I make myself clear? 
Yes, sir, you do, said Lt. Patten of Security, but if we ride our divisions too hard, we might push them over the edge. If you know what I mean, sir. 
I do, said Kirk, nodding somberly. Get them too keyed up and they will see ghosts. They will, in turn, fire on those ghosts, and the Klingons get what they want: war. It wont be easy, but it must be done: keep the crew at their posts, alert, but not so nervous they will make mistakes. Thats all I have to say on the subject. How you accomplish this in your individual sections is entirely up to you. I will back your decisions. Now well have a few reports on the situation confronting us. Lt. Uhura. 
The woman stood, a dreamy look on her face. Uh, what, sir? I wasnt listening too closely. 
A report, Lieutenant. Kirk studied the woman, wondering what had gotten into her. Uhura was usually sharp, quick on the uptake, never at a loss for an answer. 
Oh, yes, the Klingons. They still have our communications blanketed. Weve orbited six relay satellites to enable us to keep contact with the Andorian expedition, no matter where in orbit the Enterprise happens to be. I... I cant think of anything else, sir. 
What were you thinking about, Lieutenant? A few minutes ago. 
Uhura looked at the table, a shy smile on her lips. I was thinking about Dr. MBenga. Isnt he handsome? 
Several around the table suppressed laughs. A cold stare from
Kirk stilled them. I see nothing funny in Lt. Uhuras reply. I asked her a question and I received an honest response. You all know your duties. Go about them. Dismissed. 
Kirk watched his senior officers depart. A cold shiver raced up and down his spine. He felt control of his ship slipping from his grasp, and he didnt know why. He was a good captain, his finger always on the crews pulse to detect unrest. The malady affecting both crew and officers seemed doubly serious when the Klingon ship was added to the equation. 
It was an equation demanding immediate solution. Kirk hoped he could do it. 

Ill roast you over an open fire if you dont leave that alone! the ships nutrition officer shouted at Lt. Commander Scott. Scotty had pried loose part of the auto-chef control panel and scavenged inside for delicate electronic parts. 
Dinna get upset, mon, said the engineer. This is whot I need for the engines. 
Hang your engines, the nutrition officer raged. Youll starve us all. You took the serving control computer yesterday. I figured that might be all right if you really needed it to repair the engines, but I been asking around. Youre stripping this whole damn ship and for nothing! 
For nothing! flared Scott. How can you say that, mon? Those wee bairns will be as smooth as a babys kiss when I tune them aright! 
I dont care about that. The crew wont eat that purple gruel coming out of the food processors. They blame me for it! Me, and I try to program the best meals possible. I cant do it when you rip out all the control electronics.
Thair, said Scott with satisfaction. I have whot I need. Smiling, he walked off, fiddling with the components. He hardly noticed others hastily slamming shut tool chests and flinging themselves across doors to prevent his entry. Few had escaped the engineers depredations for parts for his precious engines. He swung into the engine room and held aloft his most recent prize. 
Ah, you have it, said Chief Heather McConel. Now we can test our modifications. Put it right into the circuit. Ah, twas a fine day when the captain ordered me to this extra duty. 
Love shone in Scotts eyes, both for the woman and for his engines. Aye, thot it was. You always did have a way with the engines, but the extra duty paid off most handsomely! 
The intricate maze of wiring, computer assists and control panels ripped from a score of other locations filled space normally empty in the engine room. The pair of enthusiasts had driven the others in the Engineering Department away with their obsessive behavior. Kirk had assigned Chief McConel to work two of the three watches a day; she stood the back-to-back watches, caught a short nap and rushed back, hardly eating, to work on the improvements she and Scott had wrought in the matter-antimatter engines. 
No more positron leakage, she said with satisfaction. Tightening up the force-field control worked, Mr. Scott. 
Aye, and a good idea it was, lass. You are a bonny mechanic! 
They tinkered further until McConel said, A laser trigger is what we need. Otherwise, we must dismantle the main controls. Im thinking the captain might not approve of that, with the Klingon birkie astaring at us all the time. 
A laser trigger, mused Scott. I dinna ken where one suitable might be found. 
I have an idea, the attractive chief said. It might take a wee bit
of thievery on my part, but in a good cause... Her voice trailed off as she looked to the engineering officer for approval. She saw it in his eyes. Flashing him a bright smile, she wiped sweat from her dainty hands and was gone. 
The others nearby had learned of Scotts foraging after their equipment. They werent prepared to keep out Chief Heather McConel, too. And even if they had tried, her wiles would have melted the coldest of hearts. In less than an hour, she had convinced a technician in the metallurgy lab that he really didnt require the services of a low power laser, not for the time being. 
Like a pack rat, she returned to the engine room and added her newest shiny trinket to the growing pile. 
Fighting again, eh? asked McCoy, looking at the jagged wound on the crewmans arm. Every heartbeat caused fresh blood to well up red and thick. McCoys thumb pressed harder into the artery to slow the loss of blood. 
It wasnt my fault, Doc, protested the crewman. Three of them jumped me. I wasnt doing anything, just minding my own business, and out they came. 
Sure, thats the way it always is, said McCoy, using a pair of tweezers to pull out a shard of broken glass. He flipped down a magnifying lens and studied the wound to make sure he had gotten all the stray bits of debris. Over a woman, wasnt it? 
The man jerked free of McCoys grip, and the bleeding became more profuse. For a moment the crewman seemed confused. He couldnt decide whether it was better sitting and bleeding to death or having the wound properly cared for and putting up with McCoys armchair psychiatry. Yielding to the sight of his own blood leaking out, he thrust himself back into the firm hands of the surgeon.
Yeah, Doc, it was. I mean it wasnt anything, really. She and I hit it off all of a sudden, and then I found out she not only had a husband but two other boyfriends. All three of them ganged up on me. 
Couldnt you work out some more amicable solution between the, uh, the five of you? McCoy held to old-fashioned ideas. The various pairings and couplings aboard the Enterprise often amazed him, sometimes amused him and always made him feel that he was out of step, a century too advanced for his true roots. 
Hey, watch it; youre hurting me, the man protested. 
Sorry, said McCoy insincerely. He pulled the arm closer and called to Nurse Chapel. Get the anabolic protoplaser, please. Gone was all thought of the crewmans personal failings. He now became the perfect surgeon operating on a minor wound. His hand reached out, and Nurse Chapel smartly slapped the protoplaser into his grip. This wont hurt a bit, he said, pulling the crewmans arm up into the light so he could watch the protoplaser neatly close the wound and begin to heal the sundered flesh. 
A tiny buzz marked the triggering of the protoplaser. As McCoy applied it to the mans arm, a blue spark arced out and burned the patch of skin directly under the blunted snout of the instrument. Again, the man jerked free of McCoys grasp. 
What are you, Doc, some sort of quack? That hurts like hell. 
Gimme that arm! said McCoy, irrationally savage. The damned thing didnt work. Machines! They never work when you need them. Nurse! Number six needle. Gut. Im going to close him up properly... none of this depending on machinery. 
Dr. McCoy, is that wise? The protoplaser just malfunctioned. I can get another one from stores. 
Im the doctor, Nurse Chapel, and I asked for needle and thread
for a suture. Are you going to get it for me or do I have to get it myself? 
Look, Doc, if youre too busy... began the crewman. 
Lie back and shut up. The machines aboard this ship are all falling apart. I knew it. I always knew they would one of these days and I was right. But youre in good hands. Few doctors in the fleet today could rely on the old tried and true methods. 
Here, Doctor, said Nurse Chapel, handing him the needle and gut for the suture. Do you want me to get him a bullet to bite down on or will you just use a shot of redeye? 
McCoy glanced up at the nurse, then paused, thinking. Local anesthetic, one cc endorphin-stimulator. The efficient nurse whacked the desired pain-killer into his palm. He jammed the injector into the side of the crewmans throat, then tossed the emptied injector aside. Surprised it worked. Might have to go back to hypodermic needles. 
Dont sound so excited about it, Doc, said the crewman. I get nervous thinking about pointy things after what they did to me. 
McCoy touched one ragged piece of flesh with the tip of the needle; the man didnt flinch. Endorphins surging. Only thing left is to get this fixed up. Quickly, expertly, he began suturing the wound. The crewman winced at the sight of the needle going through his pain-deadened skin, but the ordeal was short lived. McCoy looked down at his handiwork and smiled. 
Thats more like it. Dont depend on the machines. Theyll give out on you when you least expect it. 
Dont wish too hard out loud, Doc, pleaded the crewman. Im a mechanic on the life-support systems. If they go down and the backup doesnt work, well all be breathing garbageor vacuum. The man looked uncomfortably at the discarded protoplaser, back at
the needle held triumphantly in McCoys hand, and then fled. 
He should be happy an old-fashioned, country-style doctor like me was here. MBenga would have panicked if he found a protoplaser that didnt work. 
Doubtful, Dr. McCoy, said Nurse Chapel. MBengas training was most thorough on Vulcan. 
Bah, Vulcan. Theyre the worst of the lot, always depending on computers and electronic gadgets to think for them. Strip them of their playthings and they wouldnt know what to do. Give me the simple life. Like it used to be. 
McCoy went off to his plant-overrun officestill talking to himselfand plopped heavily into his pneumatic chair. The faint hissing as the device altered shape to match his contours irritated him. But the chair was comfortable, he had to admit. In the isolation of his office, he began to think that he had made the wrong decision. His wifes leaving had precipitated his entry into Starfleet. Theyd needed doctors, and he had needed to escape from Georgia and all the unpleasant memories around the hospital, his house, the entire planet. But running away hadnt erased the memories. He knew now he could travel ten thousand light-years and still be right where he startedtrapped in the maze of his own memories. 
McCoy slipped off to sleep, one thought going over and over in his mind: It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 

Any further information from the tapes of the Tpau, Mr. Spock? asked Kirk. 
No, sir, nothing. I have Lt. Avitts studying them now for a different perspective.
But you dont feel you missed anything? goaded Kirk, smiling slightly. 
I dont think I missed anything, Captain, replied Spock haughtily. I desired another interpretation of the data to see if it matched my analysis. Also, this is good training for Lt. Avitts. 
How is she working out, Mr. Spock? She came highly recommended from Starbase Seven. 
She is weak in physics, although her chemical and biological knowledge is adequate. More training will alleviate the lack. 
Very well, Mr. Spock. Carry on. Kirk turned his attention back to his own problems. Spock continued to run computer simulations of possible causes of the Tpau disaster, not finding anything with higher than a point zero three probability. As the last of his programs ran to completion, Spock straightened and asked, Permission to leave the bridge, sir. 
Granted, Mr. Spock. But be back in an hour to relieve me. 
Aye, aye, sir. 
Spock walked briskly from the turbo-elevator toward Lt. Avitts quarters, his mind constantly turning over the problems confronting the Enterprise, studying them from various points of view. He chimed at the door, heard the womans clear voice say Come and walked forward, the door opening smoothly in front of him. 
The Vulcan glanced around the room, taking in all the details with that one sweeping survey. Lt. Candra Avitts sat at her tiny desk, now strewn with reports and survey tapes. Her desk computer squealed at the forced input of information, straining to analyze the data. The wall decorations were decidedly feminine, some being flat photos of various holovid stars while others were of a more scientific nature. The faint scent of jasmine in the air matched the woman perfectly. Spock wondered if she had analyzed her own pheromones
to find which perfume would complement her natural odors. He hardly thought chance could have produced such a satisfying end result. 
While appreciating but unmoved by feminine charms, that being the logical course of action in light of his seven year pon farr cycle, the human part of Spock tacitly approved of Lt. Avitts. 
Lieutenant, he said in his brusque, businesslike manner, are you finished with the report on the Tpau? 
Here it is, Mr. Spock, she said, pushing the computer cassette across her desk to the science officer. I checked the data, thought about it, and have drawn a blank. I cant figure out the cause of the Tpau disaster, either. There is only one thing, but... 
Spock said nothing. His eyebrow raised in interrogation. 
Well, she said reluctantly, I had the idea that the Vulcans might have been participating in some religious observance, meditating perhaps, and somehow lost track of their bodies. 
An interesting speculation, said Spock. While it is logical that a Vulcan would desire to attain an existence freed of material body and achieve one of pure intellect, it hardly appears possible that all the Vulcans aboard the Tpau could achieve such a state simultaneously. 
Youre right, Mr. Spock, the woman said, lowering her gaze as if she had done something wrong. But then, you always are. 
I act from the precepts of formal logic. While logic cannot always produce a correct answer, it succeeds more often than it fails. Therefore, it is logical to employ logic all the time. The odds are decidedly in your favor. 
A long silence fell, then Lt. Avitts looked up, her eyes dewy. Spock stared into her hazel eyes, unable to fathom the womans racing thoughts. She nervously shuffled the tapes on her desk and
stood, moving away with a lithe movement reminiscent of a hunting jungle cat. 
I... Ive been going over the data transmitted up from the planet by Dr. Threllvon-da, she finally said. Its interesting. 
Please brief me on this data. I have not had time to study it fully. 
Oh, Candra Avitts said. Well, sit down, Mr. Spock. Make yourself comfortable. 
He seated himself in the small chair pulled out from her desk while she dropped to the surface of the bed, crossing her long, slender legs under her. She began to gesture, pointing occasionally at the computer readout screen. 
The data are fascinating, Mr. Spock. The Andorian has dated the pyramid at more than three million years. Evidence indicates it was used until approximately fifty thousand years ago. After that, no record exists of what happened to the planets inhabitants. Threllvon-da believes they all migrated to another world, though for what reason he cannot as yet say. 
Illogical. The sun of this world is stable, and geological records indicate no sign of past adverse solar activity. No blight could reduce the ranks of a truly advance culture. Spock cocked his head to one side and peered at the lieutenant. Any ruins discovered other than this single pyramid? 
No, Mr. Spock, she said, straightening her legs again and moving perceptibly closer to the Vulcan. This is the only artificial structure on the planet. The satellite mapping confirms it. Threllvon-da believes the inhabitants lived in underground cities. Look, thats part of his report. Candra Avitts reached out, a delicate hand resting on Spocks shoulder as she pointed out the pertinent portions of the Andorian archaeologists report.
Fascinating, Spock said, turning back to the woman. 
And so are you, she said, her voice hardly a whisper. Is... is it true you feel no sexual urges except every seven years? 
That is essentially correct, except for certain special instances. Vulcans are, above all else, logical. Sex is illogical. 
It can be interesting, the woman said, her hands running down the front of Spocks uniform tunic. But what you say applies to pure Vulcans. You have a human side. I know. Thats what attracts me to you. 
A raised eyebrow was her sole answer. 
She kissed Spock. He neither resisted nor responded. Hotly, she clutched his muscular body and pulled it toward her, attempting to get him fully beside her on the bed. A slight movement freed him from the circle of her arms. 
Lieutenant, your conduct is most unbecoming to an officer. It is also illogical. 
Logic cant provide all the answers; you said so yourself. Relax, Spock, relaxwith me! Nature intended for us to enjoy ourselves, our bodies. Otherwise, we wouldnt be able to feel pleasure. 
This pleasure, as you term it, can be derived from the solution of a complex problem. It is not dependent on physical gratification. 
So you do feel pleasure, she exulted. I thought so. The slight smile that dances on your lips when you have finished a complex computation, the sparkle in your eyes as you do your duty well, those are all clues that you feel pleasure. You have kept the human side of your nature bottled up inside. Release it! With me! 
She attempted to pull his lips back down to hers. Spock broke her grip and said stiffly, Lt. Avitts, I expect the report on the archaeological finds to be readied by the end of this watch. 
He left her sitting on her bed, tears forming at the corners of her
eyes. But, as the door silently closed behind him, Spock held out his hands. They shook in an uncharacteristic fashion. The emotional ocean heaving inside him was even more unusual. Spock hastened down the corridor, hoping no one noticed his lapse. 

Kirk swiveled back and forth in his command chair, making certain every station of the bridge ran smoothly. The viewscreen held a fixed image of Alnath II, with an inset picture of the Klingon ship orbiting a few hundred kilometers above the Enterprise. To remain in the same relative position between Klingon and archaeological site required the use of impulse power at computed times. Lt. Sulu attended to that while Ensign Chekov drilled the phaser crews. 
Kirk worried his lower lip as he studied the back of Chekovs head. The young officer was so much like he had been just a few years ago. Impulsive, inclined to accept surface impressions instead of reasoning through situations. Yet, the potential for a good starship commander was there. Kirk hoped that they would all survive this encounter with the Klingons and give Pavel Chekov his chance one day. 
He heard the doors of the turbo-elevator, but didnt turn to see who had come onto the bridge. Since his watch neared an end, he decided the most likely candidate was Spock. Kirk wasnt disappointed in his little deduction. He heard the Vulcans voice ring out. 
Lt. Uhura, have you succeeded in penetrating the communications blanket established by the Klingons? 
No, Mr. Spock. Ive been busy trying to maintain contact with the expedition on the planet. 
Why cant you attempt both? Surely this is not beyond your capabilities as communications officer. You have tremendous
resources at your command. Might I suggest you employ them to better ends? 
Mr. Spock! cried Uhura, outraged. Im doing the best I can. To maintain even a laser com link with the planet is difficult. Ive had to hook a computer into the laser head to 
Excuses are for incompetents, he said, anger tinting his voice. 
Mr. Spock, said Kirk hastily. A word with you. 
As soon as I check my station, Captain. 
Now, Mr. Spock, Kirk said, the knife-edge of command in his voice. 
What is it? 
Kirk blinked twice to believe he actually had his first officer in front of him. The petulant manner was totally unlike the Vulcan. It actually showed stark emotion on Spocks part. 
Your attitude leaves something to be desired, Mr. Spock. Is anything wrong? 
Nothing, Captain, replied Spock, his voice calming. Kirk scowled as he watched the transformation back into the Spock he knew. But the change didnt halt. Spock metamorphosed into something colder, as if in response to the emotional outburst. 
You seem distraught. 
That is a human failing. I have purged all such from my mind. Uncontrolled emotions create physiological disorders and are generally unproductive in a thinking, rational being. 
Yes, thats right, Spock. I was just... testing you. As you were. 
Thank you, sir. Spock pivoted and marched to his station, more robot than flesh and blood. Kirk had barely turned his attention back to the Klingon ship on the screen when he heard Uhura arguing with Scott. 
No, I wont allow it, Mr. Scott. You cant have it!
But just a wee one, Uhura. Ye wont miss it, I assure ye! 
Whats going on? demanded Kirk, fed up with the bickering he had noticed all around him. Scotty, what do you think youre doing under the communications control panel? 
The engines, sair. The chief and I have a wee project under way. To tune the engines. We figure we canna maintain this orbit without more power. Fifteen percent more power can be diverted to the impulse engines with our modification. 
Mr. Scott, you have reduced the crew to eating a putrid-looking gruel.... 
But it tastes good and is good for us, sair! protested Scott. 
Stripping the autochef, however, was not a good idea. Mr. Kyle, when he deigns to report for duty, claims you have disabled three of the transporter units by pulling out the crystal oscillators, and Chief McConel cleverly talked one of the metallurgy technicians out of a laser being used to run tests on hull samples from the Tpau. 
But, Captain, thots not as important as this! The engines! 
Mr. Scott, the engines are in fine shape. They always are, thanks to your diligent efforts in that respect. But you are carrying this too far. Youve become obsessed with modifying them to achieve even greater... Kirk cut off his comment in mid-sentence. Breathing deeply, exhaling, trying to calm himself, he continued. Mr. Scott, desist. Do not dismantle one, I say again, one more item of non-Engineering Department equipment for use in the engines unless I specifically authorize it. Do I make myself clear? 
Aye, Captain, but this bonny triac from Uhuras panel will... 
Mr. Scott!
Aye, sair. I ken what yer asayin. 
Kirk felt drained. Spock fluctuating emotionally before his eyes, Scotty and his pilfering, Chekov and his wild desire to blast the
Klingon out of space, the crew becoming edgier and edgierall took their toll on his nerves. He felt like more of a mediator in civil disputes than the captain of a starship. The dull throbbing in his head refused to die down as long as he sat in the command chair. 
Mr. Spock, you have the conn. 
For the first time, Kirk added under his breath, And I hope the ship survives it.
Chapter Four
Captains Log: Stardate 4731.0 
The Klingons continue to jam subspace transmission. I have ordered Lt. Uhura to prepare a message capsule to be launched to Starbase Sixteen in case of attack. Morale continues to deteriorate due to the strain of the Klingon presence. Fighting between crew members is commonplace, and standard disciplinary techniques do not work. I grow more concerned about the inability of the crew of the Enterprise to effectively react should the need arise. 
Mr. Spock, come with me. 
Spock glanced up from his computer console and nodded curtly. His nimble fingers worked over the controls, and the computer whispered to a halt, the fast flow of data ceasing. Like a robot, the science officer stiffly walked to stand in front of his captain. 
Kirk sighed and turned to Chekov, saying, You have the conn, Mr. Chekov. Spock and I will be on a Captains Tour of the ship. Notify me if there is any change in the Klingon orbit. 
Aye, aye, sir, the ensign said. Kirk started to change his mind and leave control of the starship in Scottys hands. That meant prying the engineer away from his beloved engine room. Chekov might
not be the best choice for command at the moment, not with the way he fondled the firing triggers so lovingly. On light brush across those sensitive contacts would send out prodigious lances of phaser fire capable of starting another interstellar war. 
He sighed again, more heavily. No, let Chekov retain the conn. Scott would only begin subverting the entire ships mission to eking out another fraction of a percent efficiency from the engines. Chekov at least kept a close watch on the Klingons. 
Kirk entered the turbo-elevator, Spock at his side. The doors slid shut and Kirk said, Were pretty much at a standstill as far as the Klingons go, Mr. Spock. I want to get that damned efficiency report out of the way. 
Is it necessary, Captain? 
It gives me something to do. I realize that if the Klingons destroy us its worthless, but it might give me a clue to reversing the trend in the crews decaying morale. You have noticed? He studied his science officer. Spock stared straight ahead at a blank wall as if hypnotized. 
I have, Captain. 
Comments? 
You humans operate on a set of tenets that are totally illogical. I find no rational way of explaining your actions, even at the best of times. 
I didnt think so. The doors opened and Kirk strode out onto the life-support control deck. The normally bustling activity had been quieted to a few crewmen wandering in a daze. Kirk simply stood and stared as one officer staggered by, obviously drunk. 
Lt. Gordon, explain! snapped Kirk. 
He watched the young mans eyes unblur, but sobriety was fleeting. Propping himself against a bulkhead, the officer slurred out,
Howdy, Capn. Howcum youre down here slumming? 
Stand at attention, Lieutenant, said Spock, his voice sharp and cold. 
Sure, if you say so. Been drinkin just a bit. And why not? 
What section are you assigned to? asked Kirk, trying to remember. Seeing that he wasnt likely to get a coherent answer from the man, he turned to his tricorder and requested data from the ships main computer. He went cold inside when he saw the answer flash across the tiny screen. 
Lt. Gordon, not only are you supposed to be on duty, but you are charged with maintaining the life-support systems computer. 
Huh? Yeah, I guess so. 
Take us to your duty station. 
The youth stumbled off as Kirk and Spock followed silently. The door to the life-support computer room slid open. Lt. Gordon dropped into his console chair and smiled. 
See? Nothings wrong. Never is. 
Mr. Spock. Correct this mess immediately. 
The Vulcan leaned over and began altering the readings displayed on the computer readouts. 
Whatsamatter? Dont mess around with that! 
Mr. Gordon, you have allowed the carbon dioxide level to rise precipitously aboard the Enterprise, said Mr. Spock in his robotic voice. If it had risen another few percentage points, the crews functioning abilities would have been grossly impaired. 
Kirk punched the wall communicator and barked, Security. I want Lt. Gordon relieved of duty until further notice. 
Security arrived and Kirk left, his fists shaking impotently. In the hallway outside the computer room he said, Spock, Ive never hit a junior officer but I came close then. He actually endangered the
ship. Im going to court-martial him all the way back to Starbase One! 
That is your prerogative, Captain. The regulations are most exact on this subject. Dereliction of duty in any circumstance is intolerable. In a condition-red status, it might be fatal to all. 
Kirk stopped and considered how Spock reacted. No hint of emotion. No attempt at presenting a balancing side. The old Spock he knew would have pointed out the irrationality of human beings, how strain made them crack at times. Not now. 
Lets check the engineering deck, Mr. Spock. The efficiency report needs a bright spot right about now. Mr. Scott has never disappointed me with that aspect of his behavior. 
They rode the turbo-elevator to engineering deck, but Kirk felt the cold lump forming in his stomach even as they reached the engine room. The crew members fought openly, not even attempting to stop as he and Spock walked among them. He didnt try to break up the fights; he felt too cast adrift. This couldnt be the Enterprise he had worked so hard at honing to a fighting edge. This wasnt his crew. His crew snapped to attention in the presence of a senior officer, they did their jobs quietly and to the best of their abilities, and most of all they cared. He failed to understand what these peoplehe no longer thought of them as a crewcared about. Like Kyle, like Gordon, like all the others, they seemed intent only on their own personal pursuits. Fighting, wenching, drinking, they were disreputable and not fit to wear the Federation uniform. 
Mr. Scott, Captain, announced Spock in his computerlike voice. Kirk wanted to strike out, to rage, to shake sense into the Vulcan, but he restrained himself. Only a carefully thought-out plan would
bring Spock out of his absolutely logical phase and back to being the best science officer in the fleet. 
Kirk looked around the engineering room and shook his head. Many of the control panels had been scavenged. Cables ran from them to a device in the center of the immense room. The device hummed with a power so immense Kirk failed to understand it. All he saw were the superconducting cables running from the electrodes at the ends of the matter-antimatter engine nodules. 
Mr. Scott, explain this snapped Kirk. 
Aye, Captain, said Scotty, smiling from ear to ear. 
Tis a bonny construction. The chief and I put it together. Sets up a feedback loop to increase the warp engine power by twenty-two percent. 
Twenty-three percent, Mr. Scott, said the red-haired Chief Heather McConel. Tis a good thing you puttin me on the extra duty, Captain Kirk. Otherwise, wed never have done it by now. 
Is the integrity of the ship compromised? Kirk asked, his eyes confused by the loops of heavy power cable running into the device. No matter how he gazed at it, he felt twisted around inside as if it threatened to pull him into an energy vortex. 
Capn, would I do such a thing? cried Scott, outraged. 
No, Mr. Scott. Just you and the chief... never mind. Carry on. 
Aye, Capn, that we will! 
He shook his head and quickly left. In the hallway he dodged male and female crew members chasing one another. Their intent was obvious by their state of undress. 
Saturnalian rites, Captain, Spock said calmly. 
Lets go to the sick bay, Mr. Spock. I want words with Dr. McCoy. Perhaps he can explain whats happening to my ship. 
They took a gangway up one deck and came to McCoys office.
Kirk knocked and walked into the fern and leaf overrun room. He pushed some of the clinging vines out of his path and found McCoy sitting disconsolately at his desk, staring at a blank bulkhead. 
Bones? Are you all right? he asked anxiously. 
Hmm? Oh, yes, Jim. Im fine. Just... thinking. McCoy reluctantly pushed away the dreams fluttering across the edges of his mind. What can I do for you? Some plastic surgery on Mr. Spocks ears? 
That is most offensive, Doctor, said Spock. 
Offensive? How can a being who denies emotions find anything offensive? Answer me that, Spock. 
Doctor, you have no call to... Spock suddenly turned and stalked off. Kirk watched in surprise as his first officer left. He felt more and more confused about the situation aboard ship and told McCoy this. 
McCoy leaned back in his chair and hoisted his feet to the desk. I guess its a reaction to being surrounded so long by the metal walls, Jim. The folks aboard the Enterprise hunger to get back to their roots. They want to feel the dirt under their feet, see the sun rising gold and hot on their faces, run through the meadows after a spring rain. Theyre going stir crazy locked up in the bowels of this mechanical monster. 
Dont call my ship a monster, Doctor, said Kirk. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. He mustnt get involved in a verbal battle with McCoy, he told himself. He had to work out his problemsoon. The fate of not only the Enterprise but the entire Federation depended on it. 
It is, Jim. Its unnatural. All those machines. Were their slaves, you know. We tend them and they give us back what they choose. Let the crew get out on a farm and watch their attitudes change for
the better. No more fighting, no more wanton sex. Try it and see what happens, Jim. 
You can take the man out of the country, but you cant take the country out of the man, quoted Kirk. But I think you may have an idea, Bones. Weve been in space for a long time, and the crew hasnt had a decent shore leave since Argelius. The mapping mission, now this. Yes, maybe youre right. 
Of course I am! Lets find a spot to settle down and use the hull plates as plowshares. Youll see that 
I wasnt considering colonization, Bones. And no one will use the hull of this ship as scrap, not even Scotty if he thought it would increase the power of his engines. 
What? 
Never mind. I like the idea of some shore leave. Within limits, down on the planets surface, with full scanner contact to make certain the Klingons dont attempt anything. 
The Andorians seem to be doing just fine. 
Kirk laughed, the sound short and staccato, devoid of real humor. I think Threllvon-da would do fine on any planet with a ruined civilization to dig up. He couldnt care less about our problem with the Klingons. He wants to make his archaeological discoveries more than anything else in the universe. 
See, Jim, hes getting back to the soil. He wants the dirt to run between his fingers. He feels an affinity with nature. 
Hed burn off an entire populated planet to make the ruins, if the idea ever occurred to him, said Kirk. I want the... 
He was interrupted by the sound of a bitter argument outside the doctors office. Kirk rose lithely and went to the door. He opened the panel and clearly heard the voices of Nurse Chapel and Lt. Avitts.
You slut! You just want to take him away from me! 
He loves me, you second-rate pill peddler. And no one steals him. Hes his own man and hes chosen me. Spock is mine! 
Kirk closed the door and slumped back into the chair in front of McCoys desk. Doctor, he said, make up the first shore leave party roster for meon the basis of maximum deviation from recorded psychological norm. Lets get rid of the worst at the start. Maybe thatll cure some of the contagious insanity we seem to have caught. 

First party to beam down, sir, came Lt. Kyles dreamy voice. Kirk walked over and stood behind the transporter chief, his eyes studying the settings on the transporter controls. He didnt quite trust the chief since he had found him sculpting what the man called a modern day Venus di Milo with three arms. 
Beam them down to the planets surface, Mr. Kyle, he commanded, watching the flicker of the telltales. All went smoothly. The six in the transporter shimmered and turned to insubstantial pillars of pure energy. With tiny pops, they vanished from the ship to be reconstructed three hundred fifty kilometers below. 
Next party ready, said one of the security men, leading in another group. Before Kirk gave the command that would send them after the first group, the wall intercom buzzed and demanded his presence. 
Kirk here. What is it? 
The Klingon commander is charging us with violation of the Organian Peace Treaty, Captain, came Mr. Spocks unemotional voice. Kirk wondered at the change in his science officer. He seemed back in the totally emotionless phase, a one-hundred-eighty-degree switch from when he had stormed from McCoys office.
Ill be right up, Mr. Spock. Keep Captain Kalan pacified the best you can till I arrive. 
The swarthy face of the Klingon commander filled the viewscreen. Kirk gingerly lowered himself into the command seat and stared at the Klingon for a few seconds, then pressed the button on the seats arm that completed the audio circuit with the Terror. 
Greetings, Commander Kalan. 
Dont attempt to bandy words, Kirk. I knew you would violate the treaty at the first opportunity. 
Explain yourself, Captain. Your words are being recorded and will be transmitted to Starbase Sixteen. 
We are jamming your communications. Nothing will be sent out, murderous swine! You send armed teams to the planets surface to conquer my peaceful scientists. 
Captain, said Spock quietly, his men are armed with the latest Klingon sidearms. Many have weapons vastly more powerful than our ray guns. All our ground parties are armed only with Type I hand phasers. 
I know, Mr. Spock. Thank you. Louder, to the Klingon commander, Kirk said, I believe you have misinterpreted our motives. None of our crew has attacked. There have been no confrontations. 
Because I have not allowed you time to amass sufficient forces on the planet! 
Captain Kalan, might I point out that you already possess numerical superiority over Federation forces on the surface of Alnath II? I am landing only a scientific support team to aid Dr. Threllvon-da in his explorations. His credentials speak for themselves. He is most peaceful. 
Is the Vulcan in charge of this so-called scientific support team? 
Kirk saw the trap forming and cleverly avoided it. Captain,
would I send Mr. Spock on such a trivial mission? His abilities are better utilized aboard the Enterprise. No, I have ordered his assistant to the planet. Spock, get Lt. Avitts here on the double. 
A trick. You keep the Vulcan in reserve. He is a master tactician. You will move him to the planet when you are ready to attack. 
Attack, Captain? Hardly, scoffed Kirk. I meant it when I said this was only a peaceful support team. Ah, Lt. Avitts. I have placed you in charge of the landing party. What is your principal duty aboard the Enterprise? 
Assistant science officer, under Mr. Spock, she said, glancing at the Vulcan and flashing him a winning smile. Spock never moved a muscle in response. 
She lies. She is ordered to tell these falsehoods. 
Captain Kirk, said Candra Avitts hotly, I do not lie. I consider this the finest assignment possible in all of Starfleet Command. Mr. Spock is a marvelous instructor and the Enterprise is the top ship in the mapping of newly discovered worlds. It is a great opportunity for me. 
Pah. But send her down. We watch you carefully, Kirk, and one single indication of hostility will spell the end for that rusty space tug of yours. The Terror will blow the Enterprise to atoms! The Klingon commanders finger stabbed down at an invisible button, and the screen powered down. 
Kirk leaned back and breathed heavily. That was some verbal battle, he said. Comments, Mr. Spock? 
None, Captain. The Klingon is most perturbed about added crew beaming down to the planet. Their mysterious activities must be threatened by too many Federation personnel nearby. 
Lt. Uhura, have the comsats been able to pick up any intelligence on the Klingon movements on the planet?
No, sir, answered Uhura slowly. The satellites pass over the archaeological site only once every three hours. Our sensors inside the comsat have so far failed to penetrate their jamming blanket. 
They are growing more sophisticated in their electronics, mused Kirk. Remind me to look into that, Mr. Spock. He spun in his seat to face the dark-haired Lt. Avitts. He gazed into her hazel eyes and wondered at her involvement with Spock. 
There was no doubt she felt strongly about the Vulcan, but what did Spock feel for her? Kirk had no easy answer. Under normal circumstances, he would have laughed any possible involvement off as space gas. Not now. Not with Spock swinging from starkly logical to overly emotional. He couldnt get those tears out of his mind. Spock had cried in frustration and anger. 
Captain? asked the assistant science officer. Is it all right if Spock joins me? Im hardly the one to command such a 
You are in command, Lieutenant. And if you ever want to gain experience youll simply do the best you canwithout Spock. He watched her reaction, then continued. I dont want Spock on the surfaceyet. The Klingon would take that as a strategic move against his ground forces. While Spock is a first-rate science officer, the Klingons tend to think of him as a military tacitician. We dare not stir them up until we can get to the bottom of this mystery. 
And then, sir? 
Then well continue to play it by ear, Lieutenant, just as were doing now. Get your gear together. I want you to aid Threllvon-da in whatever manner possible. Try not to antagonize him too much. And report back periodically on the movement and activity of the Klingons. Im interested in discovering what theyre doing with that heavy equipment on the surface. 
Aye, aye, sir, the lieutenant said, straightening.
Dismissed. He spun in his seat and watched her go. To Spock, he said, A pretty woman, isnt she, Spock? 
I hardly concern myself with such human appraisals, Captain. 
Of course not, Spock. Carry on. 
Spock returned to his computer console, but Kirk didnt fail to see the slight tremors shaking the Vulcans hand. 
No, Mr. Spock, he thought to himself, you dont concern yourself with purely human things like love, do you? 

I dont know what else to do about it, Bones, said Kirk to the doctor. He leaned back and stared off into the space behind McCoys head. The cabin walls crushed in on him and made him think McCoy might be right about claustrophobia caused by too many years inside the ship. 
But that had never bothered him before. He knew no other environment but starships. Neither did most of his crew, space-trained all. The problems of the deaths of the Vulcans, the Klingon menace and the lost civilization on the planet below had added too much strain to an already overtaxed crew. That had to be the trouble. 
You did the right thing, Jim. Want another drink? The doctor held up a cut crystal decanter filled with smoky liquid. 
That stuffs potent. Get it from Chief McConels still? 
Private stock. Seems our Chief of Distilling has broken down the still and isnt producing her fine vintage stock any more. She and Scotty are too engrossed in fine-tuning the engines. 
Heather McConels given up on the still? Kirk hardly believed it. She turned out the finest impulse engine fuel in the sector. Whos taken over the business? 
I havent checked lately. Perhaps no one, though I suspect the
purple slop coming out of the autochef might make good mash. Its certainly sour enough. 
Hasnt that been fixed yet? 
You havent been down to the wardroom lately, have you, Jim? I prescribe a double dose of medicine for you. The doctor poured the liquor into a tumbler and passed it over to the captain. Seems like everything on boards gone to hell in a hand basket. Cant explain it except everyones gotten their fill of being buried in the metal maw of this beast. 
Youre talking about my ship, Bones. Watch it, Kirk warned tiredly. His words were almost knee-jerk responses. The fiery liquor burned all the way down to his stomach where it pooled and allowed warmth to spread throughout his body. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he relaxed. 
Everyones looking out for his own selfish interests, mused McCoy. Never seen a thing like it before. Nowhere in Starfleet has anything like this happened. Its just that I feel like I can do anything I want. The powers at my fingertips, just waiting to be used. I have to try and use it. 
For what, Bones? asked Kirk. He stirred uncomfortably in the chair, aware that McCoy had touched the very thing gnawing away inside him. He felt the power, too, whatever that power might be. But he didnt seek out a simpler way of life freed of machines as McCoy did. All he needed to be happy was a resolution of the morale problem aboard the Enterpriseand to be free of the Klingon vessel hanging a few thousand kilometers above in orbit. 
For what? For whatever I thinks the most important. I want to feel a patient healing because I did something right, not some damned machine. What do I know of the innards of an anabolic protoplaser? Its just some gadget handed to me. Im trained to use
it, but what does it really do? Theres nothing to compare with the feeling of actually stitching up a wound and knowing I did a good job. 
So you broke the protoplaser, sighed Kirk. I heard about that, Bones. That crewman got very upset with you for using monofilament wire to lace him up. 
It was gut and he should be glad. And I didnt break the damned protoplaser. It did that all on its own. Let Scotty fiddle with it. Ill depend on these. McCoy held up his hands in front of his face and stared at them. In the old days, a surgeons skill depended on the steadiness and sureness of his hands. No more. Some damned machine can be programmed to do just about everything. I stand and watch. No involvement in the surgery, to speak of. Thats not the way it ought to be. 
The computer-driven autosurgeon doesnt make mistakes. 
And it cant be brilliant, either. A human can. Thats what all this unrest among the crews about, Jim. They want a bigger share in their own destiny. Fewer machines and more humanity. Mark my words, thats what theyre up over. 
I cant buy it, Bones. Why now? The strain? Thats incredible. Theyve been under worse pressure and not gone space happy. Its as if the worstor the bestof their desires are being given free rein. They cant control themselves anymore. 
McCoy laughed and drained his glass, filling it to the brim once more before he spoke. Look at the cat fights Lt. Avitts and Nurse Chapel get into over Spock, he said. Unrequited love and yet they act like its the most important thing in the universe. 
Is it really unrequited, Bones? Have you seen the way Spock has been acting? Hes like a flip-flop switch, going from totally unemotional to hysterical.
Hysterical? Spock? Youre exaggerating, Jim, but I did get the feeling theres more emotion lurking in Spock than he wants to let out. Hysterical, McCoy said again, a smile curling up at the corners of his mouth. Id like to see that with my own eyes. 
No, you wouldnt, Kirk said. Its the same as watching a valued friend slowly self-destruct. Its tearing him apart, just as surely as the other crewmen are being torn apart. They have unreconciled desires inside and cant handle them anymore. 
Is the ship in danger? 
More so than its ever beenand I dont think the Klingons are the worst of it. Theyre not going away, but this internal disintegration bothers me the most. 
Drink up. The doctor prescribes another stiff jolt of this forty megawatt joy-juice. Try not to worry about it so much, Jim. Let the crew have some of their leave down on the planet and morale will improve. Mark my words. 
I have Lt. Avitts down on the surface now, said Kirk, along with a scientific team to help Threllvon-da. Whatever it is affecting my crew, its not from the planet below. Ive run psychological profiles on Threllvon-da while he was aboard the ship and matched them with ones from our computer records. They match almost exactly. He and the others in his party are as normal now as they were five years ago when the profiles were put into the computer memory. 
Normal, said McCoy slowly. Whats normal? Living with machines all around? Not natural, just not natural. The old ways were best. Lets go start a farm down there, Jim. Looks to be good farmland. A few hectares under cultivations all wed need for the first year or so. Then we could expand once we needed more. 
Youre a doctor and Im a starship captain, said Kirk sharply. I
sincerely doubt you have any desire to root around in the dirt scrabbling out a ground grippers subsistence living. 
No, I guess not, agreed McCoy, but it sure sounds like a nice way to live. 
Youre as space happy as the others, said Kirk, eyeing the doctor over the rim of his glass. He took another sip of the liquor and put the glass down, resolving not to drink any more. He couldnt afford to have his wits blurred, not now. 
All of us are different from the way we were, said McCoy. But thats progress. I wonder if Klingons have the same problems aboard the Terror. 
Kirk frowned, then said slowly, I wonder if they do. I just wonder....
Chapter Five
Captains Log: Stardate 4732.9 
The Klingons play a game of waiting. The morale abroad the Enterprise continues to deteriorate. Crew members are more intent on their own selfish interests than in the greater good. I fear someone will be inattentive to duty and create the incident the Klingons desire. Waiting is too wearing. We must initiate action. 
Uhura leaned back in her seat at the communications console, her mind roving light-years away. How nice it would be to have Dr. MBenga actually notice her. She sighed. The man was so handsome. Why did he have to be totally engrossed in his medical researches? The constant probings into the bloodstreams of all members of the Enterprise seemed to produce so little in the way of knowledge. She knew she could teach him much more pleasurable thingsif only he would examine her more closely. 
She had other, more productiveand enjoyablepursuits planned for them when lights flashed across the width of her communications console. The woman blinked and glanced down, her mind slipping back into its normal efficient operation. Analyzing, coming to the proper conclusion, she punched down several buttons
buttons. The computer gurgled contentedly, absorbing the flow of information from the broadcast. 
Captain Kirk! she called out. Transmission from the Klingon vessel. 
For us? 
Negative, sir. Theyre using a microburst pulsing on a tight subspace beam. Im intercepting through one of the comsats. 
A good thing we put them in orbit, said Kirk. Decipher the Klingon message as soon as possible, Lieutenant. I am most interested in the content. 
Kirk slumped in his command seat and turned back to face the viewscreen. The scene changed slowly as Alnath II rotated beneath them. The view from this height made him weary and heartworn. He longed to be on the surface of the planet, the wind rustling through his hair. He pushed the bucolic thoughts from his mind. Hed been listening to Dr. McCoy too much. Let the doctor harken back to Earthly scenes. James T. Kirk was a starship commander. Man belonged in space. He was living proof of that. His dedication and involvement with new planets, mapping and the contact of alien civilizations barely understandable by human standards proved that. Nothing was more exciting or challenging, nothing. He belonged among the stars, not at the bottom of a gravity well a planet deep. 
The computer is working, sir, came Uhuras clear voice. The coding is the most complex ever used by the Klingons. It is a variant of an earlier, less complicated one. 
Yes, yes, Lieutenant, he said impatiently. He hated to press for details. Uhura was at least doing her job. He shouldnt anger her for being too involved in it. A quick glance around the control deck showed that Uhura, Spock and Chekov were the only ones minding
their controls. Sulu wandered around, joking and laughing with the others, more intent On socializing than on maintaining the ships heading. 
Captain, said Spock, the computer analysis of the beam quality is finished, also. Do you wish the technical parameters of the transmission? 
Later, Spock. I want to know what Captain Kalan considered so important that he had to punch it through our jamming. 
The message reads, started Uhura, Harken, High Lord Admiral Kolloden, from Kalan, commander of the dreadnought Terror! Kirk chafed and shifted impatiently in his seat, crossing his legs, uncrossing them and then leaning forward to hear the meat of the message. Equipment functions at eighty percent optimal efficiency on the surface of Alnath II. Results within three planetary rotations. 
Uhura looked up at Kirk. This next part is confusing, Captain. Im not sure if the computer translated it properly. 
Let me be the judge of that, Uhura. Hurry, out with it 
Aye, aye, sir. The communication continues: Disciplinary action has been instituted against members of the crew, pursuant to Standing Order One. All twelve of the mutineers have been charged, tried and found guilty. Executions occurred at dawn equivalent, Zero Base Time. The left hands of the mutineers have been preserved; the remainder of their corpses have been dishonored and fed into the plasma torch. 
Mr. Spock, verify, ordered Kirk. He frowned while his science officer translated the Klingon transmission as a check on Uhuras accuracy. 
Lt. Uhuras decoding is essentially correct, Captain. The Klingons further note the mutineers names. One of them was Kalans own daughter.
Theres no chance that they wanted us to intercept the message? Kirk pressed. I know the Klingon electronics isnt as sophisticated as ours. They must know it, too. Are you sure that they didnt intend for us to read that message? 
Unknown, Captain. It is of extremely low probability that the message content would be as it is if they intended for us to intercept. Why should Kalan suffer personal shame if it wasnt a true report? 
A good point, Spock. Kirk leaned back in his seat, his chin resting on his fist. He thought hard about the message Uhura had tapped. Kalan had disciplinary problems aboard his ship even more extreme than those on the Enterprise. While the Klingon familial ties werent as strong as those on most Federation worlds, they were potent. Offspring were groomed to shed nothing but glory on the parents. If Kalan had actually executed his daughter for mutiny, the Klingon commander had been faced with a dilemma exceeding anything Kirk had dealt with so far. 
So far. 
Mr. Spock, any indication as to the cause of the mutiny? Is the message complete enough to extrapolate details? 
Conjecture only, Captain, came the imperturbable voice. He might as well have been discussing the price of flame lilies on Altair VI. His inflectionless speech had begun to grate on Kirks nerves. And in that lay the seeds of discontent. Mutiny, perhaps. Kirk had to analyze his own feelings and try to understand the frustrations he felt. 
Lets have them, Spock. 
The planet below is emanating some type of force undetectable by ouror Klingoninstruments. This force causes extreme unrest
among both crews precipitating the altercations we have been witnessing. 
Thats not a complete explanation, Spock. The Andorians have not been affected, not visibly. They are happy and healthy and content to dig away at their ruins. Also, no sign of fighting appeared aboard the Tpau. Explanation? 
None, Captain. I find the idea of a selective force implausible. 
Selective? You mean a force that only accentuates aggression in certain people? 
Perhaps people with a predilection in that direction. But this still leaves unexplained the deaths of the Vulcans and certain atypical behavior not linked to aggressive tendencies. 
What behavior is that, Spock? Kirk asked, turning in his seat to study his first officer. The Vulcan stiffened perceptibly and shook slightly as if fighting a major emotional battle inside. No sign of that fierce conflict reached his face. 
Behavior such as exhibited by Dr. McCoy. He has become pathological in his distrust of machines. He refuses to allow the computer to perform routine laboratory tests. The doctor insists all such tests be done by his assistants in a manner reminiscent of the twentieth century. Most primitive, to say the least. Spock scoffed. 
Other examples? 
Commander Scott is obsessed with his engines to the point of ignoring other duties. 
And what about yourself, Mr. Spock? Any unnatural urges on your part? 
I remain in full control of myself, Captain. The shaking of his hands ceased, and he covered himself again with a veneer of impenetrable calm. He had fought down his raging emotions and become a robot, a perfect thinking, moving, emotionless Vulcan machine.
I see, said Kirk. Do you notice any changes in me? 
That is not for me to say, replied Spock. 
No, I suppose not. Very well, Mr. Spock. Please examine all facets of the data. Analyze your computer and instrument readings. Take into full account the information Lt. Uhura has garnered from the intercepted Klingon message and report your findings to me. I want to know the most probable cause of this... unrest. I will not tolerate its acting adversely on the crew of the Enterprise. 
Aye, aye, sir. Spock turned back to his computer and began punching in the information. Kirk rose and left the bridge, deep in thought. 

Kirk dozed, his dreams troubled. The nightmare figures darted like insubstantial ghosts, haunting him and drawing him into actions he feared. He fought to maintain a mental equilibrium, to attain the perfect compromise between the dual aspects of his own nature. He couldnt be the soldier and race off to battle. The enemy ranks swelled even as he gazed over them. His fear grew. He had to retreat and consider other methods of winning. Defeat went against his nature, but attack was out of the question. 
No aggression. Only a settlement with the phantoms of his dreams gave peace. He argued and shouted, cajoled and haranguedand was winning the dream-battle when his door chime pulled him harshly back to reality. 
Um, who is it? he called out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His head still spun from the rapid transition from shifting dream to the substance of the Enterprise around him. 
Spock, sir. Request permission to enter. 
Come.
The Vulcan marched into the cramped quarters and stood at attention. 
What is it, Spock? 
Sorry to disturb your sleep, but I find that the data at hand are not adequate for me to reach a statistically significant conclusion. I request permission to beam down to Alnath II and personally study the planetary surface, the fields interacting there and the nature of the archaeological site discovered by Threllvon-da. 
Cant you get all that from up here? I dont want to risk you down on the surface, not with the Klingons itching for an excuse to start firing at us. 
I believe the groundwork has been properly laid for my investigation, Captain. Kalan might object to my presence on the planet, but he will not attempt to use that as the reason for breaking the Organian Peace Treaty. Probability is point nine eight that he will do nothing but verbally protest. 
Is your investigation at a standstill otherwise? 
It is, Captain. Data collected by others lack the immediacy needed for full interpretation. You realize how important that aspect of any experiment is. 
Yes, Spock, I do. Kirks mind threw off the gauzy blanket of sleep and began to race. The need to push ahead gnawed at his insides. This stalemate didnt suit him, yet he dare not overtly act. Sending Spock to the surface to observe Threllvon-da and collect further information concerning the source of the theorized force field disrupting discipline seemed made to order. It wasnt a violent act, yet was a positive one and one which tossed Kalan onto the horns of a dilemma. The Klingon had to worry about Kirks motives in sending Spock while tending to the unrest aboard the Terror. 
Do I have your permission to beam down, sir?
More than that, Spock. Take as many technicians with you as you think youll require. 
None will be necessary, Captain. Lt. Avitts is already on planet. 
Kirk looked sharply at his first officer. He tried to detect any of the telltale emotions he had witnessed before. The obvious attraction of the lieutenant for Spock might provide a reason for Spocks desire to beam down. But Kirk found no trace of anything but stark duty in the Vulcans features. 
You may leave when you are ready, Mr. Spock. 
Thank you, Captain. I have my tricorder and can beam down immediately. 
Take care that the controls of the transporter are properly set, Kirk said suddenly. I wouldnt want my first officers atoms scattered between here and Vega. 
Do not worry. All will be in perfect order. Spock turned and left, the door hissing shut behind him. Kirk laid back on his bunk and tried to sleep, but his mind had become too embroiled in the what ifs of the situation. All he could do was hope for the best. 

The transporter beam split Spock into a billion component parts, shuffled those parts around and then reassembled him on the planetary surface. The coarse gravel underfoot caused him to stumble slightly. He hesitated until his muscles adapted to the slight difference in gravity field and then strode off toward the dig. 
The excavations were unimpressive, but the rising pyramid gleamed black and ominous in the sunlight. In spite of himself, Spock stopped and simply stared at the imposing structure. The perfection of that pyramid impressed him greatly. The black sides were so highly polished they had become mirrors.
Spock! came the joyous cry from his right. He turned and saw Candra Avitts running toward him.
A lump formed in his throat. She was so stunningly beautiful. Her long hair drifted back from her face, caught and held by the strong wind blowing across the gravel plain. He took a step toward the woman, stopped, swallowed and brought his wild emotions under stern control. 
It was un-Vulcan to feel the emotions he felt except during pon farr. He took a deep breath, settled his mind and presented only the stoic exterior to Lt. Avitts when she came to a halt beside him. 
Oh, Spock, Im so glad youre here. Why didnt you tell me you were beaming down? I could have prepared a proper reception for you. 
No reception is necessary. I am here only to observe Threllvon-das techniques and to take readings of the fields peculiar to this planetary mass. 
He glanced down at his tricorder and frowned slightly. He felt vexation at missing an important datum. He hadnt been paying attention to his primary duty because of the arousing nearness of his assistant. He fought and won another internal battle over his emotions. 
Whats wrong, Mr. Spock? 
Unknown, he said, studying the readouts of his tricorder. This is a most unusual reading. He watched the indicator race off scale, then slowly return. Over and over the tricorder repeated this process until it settled down into a normal reading for a class-M planet. Most odd. My tricorder has malfunctioned. 
Oh, no, Spock, Lt. Avitts said brightly, her eyes full of love for him. That happened to my tricorder, too. It went wild for a few minutes before adjusting.
Adjusting to what, Lieutenant? 
I dont know. But mine works fine now. Come and see the excavations around the pyramid. Dr. Threllvon-da is doing wonders! 
She grabbed his arm impulsively and pulled him toward the excavation site. All the way to the pit Spock continued to study his tricorder. The readings bounced up and down but finally settled into an acceptable range as he and Avitts neared the pyramid. Spock had no chance to pursue the tricorder information due to Threllvon-das sudden appearance. 
You there, Spock, isnt it? Yes, Spock. Where is my equipment? I demand to know! We are digging with our bare hands. I need the equipment you have hidden away on the Tpau. The Andorians blue-tinted face turned even bluer as he gestured wildly. This is an impossible delay. Besides not having proper instruments for a scientific dig, those Klingons continue to roar and gouge and unsettle everything! 
Is there indication of seismic disturbance due to their presence? asked Spock. He gazed impassively at his tricorder. The readout was as firm as bedrock now. No indication of malfunction existed. 
Of course! They do whatever it is they do and set off explosions. Those shock waves can bring the entire cavern roof tumbling down and destroy everything Ive worked so hard for. 
Cavern roof? I am afraid I do not understand, Doctor. Are you saying the Klingons are blasting out a cavern? 
No, no, you... The Andorian bit off his words, realizing it did no good insulting a Vulcan. Im convinced, he continued in a conspiratorial whisper, that the former inhabitants of this planet were not primarily surface dwellers at all. They lived underground in immense caverns. This is why I require all my equipment. I must find that cavern before the Klingons!
What evidence leads you to think this? 
Why, there are not major ruins aboveground, of course, the scientist said, as if lecturing a dimwit. Any race capable of constructing a pyramid of such advanced design and material would have left much more behind. No indication exists aboveground. Ergo, they lived in subterranean cities! 
Logical, said Spock, musing over the readings he now received on his tricorder. My tricorder seems to bear you out. A huge cavity exists approximately fifty point seven three meters under our feet. 
I knew it! crowed Threllvon-da. I was right! And Id have discovered it ever so much sooner if you hadnt lost all my equipment. Let me have that thing. Ill find the proper spot to dig, if the Klingons havent already located it. 
He snatched the tricorder from Spocks hands. The Vulcan started to pull it back, but Lt. Avitts hand on his arm checked the motion. 
Let him have it, Mr. Spock. You can use mine. She pulled the carrying strap of her tricorder over her head and handed him the device. Its strange that I didnt get any such reading when I examined the area. Idve bet the planet was solid mantle for eighty kilometers or more. 
You did not notice the cavern under our feet? Spock asked, one eyebrow rising slightly. Fascinating. 
Yes, isnt it? said Candra Avitts, but just what she found fascinating wasnt immediately apparent. Her eyes never left Spock. He shifted uncomfortably, aware that his renegade emotions were trying to break free again. The nearness of the assistant science officer troubled him greatly in a most un-Vulcanlike manner. 
Gruffly, he Said, I wish to observe the Klingon camp. 
The best view is from the side of the pyramid. Weve put a ramp up to the entrance. She pointed out the rickety beams tied together
with rope leading to the maw of the pyramid. Spock barely noticed as he climbed up to the point where the Klingons were visible over a small rise. 
He aimed the tricorder at the equipment and waited for the reading to be digested in the guts of the compact machine. A tiny chuckling noise came from the tricorder. He studied the results and simply stared at the equipment over the hill. 
Is anything wrong, Spock? You seem confused. 
Confused? No, I lack enough information, thats all. My tricorder shows nothing but land-moving equipment. Heavy construction equipment, nothing more. It appears that the Klingons are indeed intent on scientific exploration. Why else use so much heavy equipment of a non-military nature? 
I tried to check it out, Lt. Avitts said, but couldnt come to any conclusion. Its all in my report. 
Im sure it is. No heavy energy weapons detected, he said, continuing to study the readout. No explosives except those required for blasting out small amounts of the planetary surface. Is there any indication of the weapon used on the Tpau? he asked suddenly. 
No, none, the lieutenant answered. I thought they might be establishing a base for mounting the weapon, but theyre interested only in digging, not in building. 
The readings are strongly indicative that they are over the thinnest portion in the vault of the cavern. Threllvon-da will interpret that to mean they are attempting to steal his discovery of the underground city. 
I never got a reading like that before, confessed the lieutenant. But does it matter, Spock? Does anything matterif we are together. She put her hand on his arm and moved disturbingly close.
Spock felt his control slipping away. He turned and looked down into the womans eyes. Funny, he thought to himself, he had never noticed before how love shone from the eyes. She closed those haunting eyes and parted her lips slightly, waiting in silent expectation. 
Like a magnet pulls iron, Spock found himself bending forward to press his lips against Candra Avitts. 
Spock! Where are you, Spock? came the querulous voice of Threllvon-da. The mood broken, Spock jerked back guiltily from his assistant, as surprised at his temporary weakness as he was at the guilt-feeling itself. 
Up here, Doctor, he called out, his gaze still on the agitated Candra Avitts. He wanted to reach out and gently touch her, but he didnt. What is it you require? 
My equipment! But barring that, I need you to chase off those Klingons. This tricorder of yours tells me that they are over the very spot Ive sought for since hitting on the idea of the underground dwellers. They dig at the precise location where the distance is least to penetrate into my city, my city! Those bumbling fools will desecrate it. They know nothing of proper scientific technique! 
The short Andorian puffed and panted his way up the ramp until he stood next to Spock and Avitts. He craned his neck and twisted his head around so that his good hearing stalk pointed directly at them. 
Well, what have you to say? Are you going to chase them off, or do I have to go do it myself? 
I must report to Captain Kirk, said Spock diplomatically, and shall relay your concern to him. I am sure the captain will know what course of action to follow. 
The Andorian went back down the ramp grumbling and muttering
muttering to himself. Spock followed, Lt. Avitts disturbingly close to him. 

This is an outrage, Kirk! It means war! shouted Kalan. He pounded his fist hard enough for sound to reach Kirk, even though no one aboard the Enterprise saw what the Klingon captain hit. 
Kirk suppressed a smile as he returned the Klingons furious stare. If Kalan meant what he said, he would have used his phasers rather than the intership communicators. Kalan wanted to negotiate rather than fight. Kirk guessed that even the infamous iron rule aboard the Klingon vessels had failed to maintain adequate control. 
Could Kalan fight a successful battle with his crew fomenting mutiny? If even his own daughter plotted against him, Kalan might be in no position to force the issue of Spocks presence on Alnath II. 
Come, come, Captain, said Kirk, beginning to enjoy the exchange. Mr. Spocks presence on the planet poses no threat whatsoever to your security. What can one manone Vulcando? His mission is peaceful and scientific. We will gladly share the knowledge he has accumulated, since your expedition to Alnath is a scientific one, also. 
He gauged the Klingons response. Storm clouds of anger gathered and were pushed away. Kalan leaned back and pressed a strong fist under his chin as he appraised Kirk. 
Why would we believe you, Kirk? All know of your treachery. You plot against the security of the Klingon Empire. 
Nonsense, Kalan. All I did was order one man with a tricorder to beam down. Wheres the danger in that? Surely, Spock poses no threat to the mighty Klingon dreadnought, Terror. He watched Kalan stew at the implied insult. 
No single entity can destroy the pride of the Klingon battle fleet.
We quite agree, Captain. How can anyone threaten your security? 
Nonetheless, you should have notified me of this scientific expedition. 
It was of so little consequence I thought it impertinent to annoy you. Besides, this is a free planet, and no Federation citizen or officer requires your permission to land. Kirk allowed the proper amount of steel to enter his tones. He had to show Kalan that the Enterprise was no paper tiger. The speech had the desired effect. Kalan began to bristle visibly at the implied lack of control the Klingons had over the Enterprise. 
You prepare for war even now, accused Kalan, fighting to keep his towering anger under control. 
You are quite wrong, Captain. Perhaps you would care to send a delegation over to the Enterprise. We will show you that, while our preparedness is that expected aboard a well-run vessel, we are not making special effort to join battle. 
Youd allow such an inspection? The Klingon was instantly suspicious. He scowled, trying to think through the possible traps Kirk set. Very well. I accept. I personally will board with my first officer. 
As you wish, Captain. We will accord you full honors due an equal. Give coordinates for beaming aboard to my transporter chief. Kirk out, he said quickly, before the Klingon replied. Kirk turned to Uhura and ordered, Block any transporter beam used by the Klingons. I want them to depend entirely on us. He settled back in his seat and smiled. Things went well. 
Mr. Chekov, you have the conn. Full honors will be accorded to the Klingon commander while aboard the Enterprise. Do I make myself clear?
Perfectly, Captain, said Chekov, his voice surly. 
Mr. Chekov, we are not buckling under to the Klingons. This is a move to bring them under our thumbs for a change. Do nothing that will jeopardize that. Seeing no response, Kirk added, Please remember that diplomacy is using your head without anyone suspecting it. 
Aye, aye, sir, the young ensign said, more cheerfully, but still skeptical of his captains orders. 
Kirk hurried to his cabin and changed into full dress regalia, complete with medals and insignia. While he dressed, he buzzed McCoy on the intercom and told him, Want you at the transporter on the double, Bones. Full dress uniform. The Klingons are coming aboard. 
Humph, snorted McCoy. I dont get into that monkey suit for anything short of a court-martial. 
Itll be yours unless you snap to it, said Kirk, smiling. Bib-overalls are not the dress of the dayyet. He clicked off the intercom and walked briskly to the transporter room. Mr. Kyle had attended to the controls well this time. For that Kirk was glad. This gamble of inviting aboard the Klingons might backfire unless he used their presence to bolster his own position. 
Here they are, sir, said Mr. Kyle reluctantly. He studied the shimmering pillars of energy, judged the proper corrections by eye, then moved the slide controls forward. The columns of energy solidified into two Klingons, both with hands resting on the butts of their sidearms. 
Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Captain Kalan, said Kirk. He turned and nodded. Kyle started the shrill recording signifying the ancient custom of piping aboard. 
What is this, Kirk? What manner of trap have you laid for us?
Captain Kalan, no trap. None at all. He eyed the Klingons service uniform with obvious distaste. Though you certainly came prepared. Do you not wish to die in full dress uniform? 
I am in full dress. We have no need for your decadent frippery, Kalan said haughtily. 
This is my medical officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy, said Kirk, changing the subject abruptly. And the officer with you is...? 
Lt. Kislath. 
The youth sneered openly at both Kirk and McCoy. Kirk responded to the sneer with a friendly smile, while McCoy did everything possible to hide his distaste, failing miserably in the effort. 
Come, lets explore the Enterprise. Or do you prefer refreshment first? 
The inspection tour, snapped Kalan. We would see what devil weapons you have hidden. 
Now, if we had such devil weapons wed hardly show them to you, would we? But we will show you that no unusual preparations have been made. Just standard precautions, nothing more. 
You think this space gas means anything, Captain Kalan? asked Kislath. He deceives you. He makes a fool of you. 
Impossible, said Kirk quickly. No one can make a fool of such a renowned Klingon. Im surprised that your junior officers entertain such thoughts at all, Kalan. Really. Kirk smiled broadly, and Kalan almost drew his weapon. 
Your phaser banks. We must inspect them. 
Of course. This way, gentlemen. 
Kirk did everything he could to create tension between Kislath and Kalan. By the end of the inspection tour of the weapons control area, Kalan had reached the limits of his patience. 
Back to the ship, Kislath. I will speak with you later.
The first officer stiffened and marched off, blazing in anger. 
Those young officers become so ambitious, dont they, Kalan? McCoy asked, seeing the groundwork Kirk had laid. I tell you, some of those young bucks working for me need constant watching or theyd have my job in a second, right, Jim? 
Quite right, Bones. Just the other day I was telling him, Kalan, about one of his med technicians spreading rumors behind his back. We do not tolerate such behavior aboard the Enterprise. Not good for morale. 
You executed the man? asked Kalan, obviously interested. That is the least punishment that can be given in the Klingon fleet. 
I just gave him a little talking to, said McCoy. Hes a useful man. Our laws hardly permit such extreme punishment. 
But you have need of such? pressed Kalan. On a vessel this size, you must have mutineers constantly plotting. 
We have our ways of thwarting any, assured Kirk. I doubt if any plot of fewer than, say, twelve conspirators would stand much of a chance. He watched the Klingons swarthy face cloud over again. Kirk knew exactly what raced through Kalans mind: the mutiny aboard the Terror. 
The only problem with large mutiny attempts, continued Kirk blithely, is that you can miss tiny cells of discontent. Spreads like cancer. 
Thats a neoplasm characterized by began McCoy.
I know what cancer is, growled Kalan. You have no such problems aboard your vessel? 
Come, come, Captain. Id hardly be willing to discuss that with you if I did. But then you can read between the lines. Id be a fool to invite you aboard the Enterprise if there was the slightest hint of discontent.
Well, Jim, began McCoy, there is discontent. 
What? pounced Kalan. Tell me of it! 
Its pretty serious, said McCoy, deadpan. One of the crew actually filed a formal complaint about not being able to get a second dessert. The autochef hadnt prepared enough and the ships nutrition officer refused to reprogram it for just one more dessert. I tell you, thats the scandal making the rounds of this ship. Rampant discontent. 
No dessert? said Kalan stupidly. Thats the type of trouble you have? 
We dont want to discuss such a serious matter now, Doctor, said Kirk sternly. Dismissed. I will speak with you later. 
No dessert? repeated Kalan. 
Is there anything else you wish to see, Captain? asked Kirk. We dont have anything to hide. I trust you are convinced that everything is shipshape aboard the Enterprise and, while we maintain top readiness, we are not going to provoke an incident in violation of the Organian Peace Treaty. 
I shall consider what I have seen, said Kalan stiffly. I demand to return to my ship. 
At once. This way, Captain. 
Kirk watched the Klingon enter the transporter booth, turn into the scintillant, coruscating column of energy, then vanish. He heaved a sigh of relief and leaned back against the transporter console. 
Howd it go, Jim? asked McCoy, coming into the room. 
Just fine, Bones. Kalans seen that were ready to fightand he thinks were at top readiness. He knows the condition of his own crew. He wont try anything, not until he has reinforcements, and I think hes too proud to ask for any. After all, he has the best ship in
the Klingon fleet. He cant admit the Enterprise poses any sort of a problem for him. 
Young Kislath presents a huge problem for him, though, observed McCoy. Hes likely to toss Kislath into the brig, just on general principles. 
I hope so. The more distrust among them, the stronger we look in comparison. Its a good thing they dont know the true extent of our discipline problems. And that story about the missed dessert was a brilliant lie, Bones. 
It wasnt a lie, Jim. It actually happened. 
It did? The confidence Kirk had felt drained and left him feeling old and tired. It would be a long time before he found a solution to this knotty problem.
Chapter Six
Captains Log: Stardate 4735.7 
The Klingons attempted another subspace communication. My encounter with Kalan aboard the Enterprise has borne fruit. He has found more mutineers and executed them. As a result, I feel that the safety of the Enterprise and the Andorian archaeological team is enhanced. However, no progress has been made toward solving the mystery of the Klingon weapon which has killed the Vulcans aboard the Tpau. I can only hope that the weapon requires the coordinated effort of many Klingons rather than the action of a single one. 
Kirk, the equipment you furnished me is substandard. I refuse to work with it. The blue-faced Andorian tilted his broken stalk away from Kirk and quivered with rage. 
Dr. Threllvon-da, please let me explain, began Kirk. He paused, took a deep breath, ordered his thoughts and then launched into his explanation. We cannot simply leave orbit and recover the Tpaus stores. This would leave the Klingon ship in control of the planet. The shuttle craft are not equipped to make the journey. Besides that, I dont want to bring the Tpau back into orbit around Alnath. As long as it is drifting on a vector only we know, it remains a potential
explanation for the Klingon weapon. 
Weapon, weapon, youre always ranting about this so-called weapon. What do I care? Im a scientist and I dig in the ground. To dig I need something more than my talons. He held up gnarled hands. I need my equipment, and youre keeping me from it. 
Believe me, Doctor, if there was any way I could send you out after it, I would in a nanosecond. But the equipment furnished from the Enterprise is adequate for the task. Spock has assured me 
Spock! That bungler! 
Kirk fell speechless for a moment. No one had ever called Spock a bungler before. The Vulcan might be many things, but not inept. 
What do you mean? 
I mean what I say. He completely lost a full days seismic data acquired with your primitive equipment. He and that lumpy femaleAvitts I thinks the namewere mooning and carrying on so, he accidentally erased the data tape. I took over the monitoring myself after chasing him out of my sight, of course. 
Yes, of course, said Kirk. Thats not like Spock. 
I want into that subterranean city before the Klingons, Kirk, and I dont care how I do it. If you train your phasers on coordinates I give you, we can blast 
NO! 
Be reasonable, Kirk. You keep me from my equipment and now you refuse me this one little request. A one-second blasting will take me down into the cavern ahead of the Klingons. I must beat them. I must! 
Ill see what can be done. First, I must talk with my science officer. 
Good, said Threllvon-da. Anything to keep him from my precious data. Anything!
Spocks eyes were unfocused, and his mind wandered. The tricorder readings went unobserved. Only the sudden buzz from the device brought him back to his senses. He looked down at the tricorder as if seeing it for the first time. The information on its display screen was alien to him. For a span of several heartbeats he was unable to remember what he had been doing. 
Then it all rushed back to him. The seismic readings. Threllvon-da needed them to direct the excavations. The Andorian didnt want to bring the roof of the cavern crashing down onto his subterranean city. And Spock had once again failed to obtain the proper data. 
Is anything wrong, Spock? asked Candra Avitts. 
The womans nearness bothered him. He pulled away to keep her from touching him. Her perfume was decidedly non-regulation; it aroused him. The sight of her lustrous hair falling in a wild cascade around her creamy shoulders made him aware of intense desires within himself. Her beauty had gone unnoticed too long. He had to have her. He needed her desperately. 
His hands reached out to take hold of her trim body, then he stopped. 
His mind reeled. This was emotional behavior, he told himself. This wasnt the way a Vulcan acted. Centuries ago they had expunged emotion from their psyches in an attempt to do away with devastating war and wanton killing. On Vulcan, it had worked. A doctrine of absolute peace required emotionless analysis of every situation. 
Violence was not out of the question when self-defense required it. Only the emotionless, logic-directed mind could evaluate those rare circumstances properly. Emotion was a killer. He dared not succumb to Candra Avitts beauty. That would kindle the fires of emotional
emotional involvement and lead down the path denied to all Vulcans a millennium and more ago. 
Please leave me alone, Lieutenant. I need time to think. 
Spock, you dont look well. Let me get Dr. McCoy. 
The doctor knows little of Vulcan physiology. Dr. MBenga is the one trained in such matters. 
MBenga, then. Are you all right? Concern shone in her eyes, concern for him. Spock was touched. No one had cared for him in this way before. He fought down the incipient emotion of love, of caring, of cherishing another without recourse to logic. 
I am not ill. I require time to meditate. 
I... Ill be nearby, Spock. If you need me, just call. 
I have my communicator. And I will not require your assistance, Lieutenant. Might I suggest you aid Dr. Threllvon-da until I require your services again? 
Dr. Threllvon-da can handle this stage of the seismic testing by himself, said Avitts, still worried about Spock. She started to take a step toward him, then froze. The look in his eyes told her that this was not the place for her. Reluctantly, she left the small hut, glancing back only once to see the impassive Mr. Spock sitting in the center of the floor, legs crossed and eyelids lowered. 
The Vulcan meditated. He felt himself floating between worlds, soaring from sun to sun, drifting on the solar winds, plunging down into gravity wells and racing back into space. His body relaxed. The beating of his heart slowed until only a doctor trained in Vulcan anatomy could have detected a pulse. 
His mind quieted and the disturbing emotions he had felt were eradicated. And once eliminated, the cause was examined in minute detail. Physical attraction? Absurd. It led only to jealousy and mind-twisting love. Discard it. Love? Only a name humans attached to a
madness that seized them. Pon Farr was on them continuously. An illogical way of administering to the needs of a race. The seven year cycle was more logical. 
Logic. 
Quiet. 
Meditative techniques a half million years old soothed his mind, allowed it to operate as it had been trained. His half-human part had begun to intrude in ways not to his liking. He knew the only recourse for preventing further recurrences: complete and total logic. He must become a living, breathing computer. He must weigh every decision only in the light of logic. If the data furnished him was insufficient, so be it. He would not extrapolate. In that way lay the madness of humanity. Extrapolation colored reality with hope, with ambition, with other more heinous emotions felt only by humans. 
He denied all emotion. 
The coldness descended on him. The coldnessand a tiny spot of brilliance more blinding than a star. Spocks mind pounced on it, coaxed it, tried to lure it closer for examination. The point danced and darted just out of his reach. 
Even in the depths of his meditation, his heart began to speed at the sight of that point of light. In it lay the answers to all questions in the universe. His mind reached out hungrily for it. The spot vanished. He calmed himself, denied the emotion of curiosity, regained the point of light. It drifted ever nearer promising fulfillment of all his dreams. If he could only touch it! His mind went out, narrowed, missed the point and circled around. 
It was maddeningly close! 
Again the surge of emotion drove away the one thing in the universe most enticing to him. Spock concentrated on that dot of light
and it came closer. No emotion marred his mental perfection. He might have been some flesh and blood computer just activated. The spot bounced millimetersand light-yearsaway. All space concentrated in that point. All time. All. 
The answers to ultimate questions came to him. His mind recoiled from the immensity of those answers. His logic manipulated and turned the information over and over. He understood. More, he understood. 
No question went unanswered in his mind. He was a god. His mind reached out to the alien point of light to merge with it, to achieve the next logical step in evolution. 
The fringes of his groping mental probe touched the spot. Triumph surged in Spocks breast. 
The point exploded with the fury of a sun going nova. The Vulcan fell backward, stunned. Opening his eyes revealed only the roof of the primitive hut. The light was gone. The promise of total knowledge had been ripped away from his grip at the last moment due to his damnable emotion of triumph. Even deep in his meditative trance he failed to keep out human emotion. 
Spock cried bitter tears. Unashamed, he let them streak down his cheeks. Sobbing, he rolled onto his belly and pounded clenched fists into the soft dirt as he vented his rage. Only slowly did his anger and frustration come under conscious control. 
The Vulcan straightened, dusted off his uniform and went outside. The bright sun made him squint, but the intense yellow sunlight appeared only a candle in the dark compared to the light of knowledge that had almost been his. 
Mr. Spock? asked Lt. Avitts anxiously. I heard noises from inside the hut. It sounded like... crying. Are you all right? 
You can see that I am, Lieutenant. Might I suggest you attend to
your duties and stop interfering in my personal affairs? That is the most efficient course of action for all of us. 
Im sorry, Spock. I didnt mean anything by it. 
Report to Dr. Threllvon-da and inform him I am beaming back aboard the Enterprise. I have acquired another bit of information that Captain Kirk requires. 
Aye, aye, sir, the lieutenant said doubtfully. She stood and watched as the transporter beam seized hold of Spocks molecular structure, defied quantum physics and the Heisenberg Principle and sucked him up into the orbiting spaceship. Sadly, she turned and paced off to find the Andorian scientist. 

Here he is, Jim, said McCoy, leaning against the transporter console and skeptically examining the flashing lights. He made it intact. Or so I guess. Damn machine might have jumbled up his internal organs, though with the way Spocks put together, no oned know the difference. 
Your comments are highly illogical, Doctor, said Spock stiffly. If my internal arrangement has been altered by the transporter, this would cause a change in function. Enzymes normally produced would be subverted and amino acid levels altered. Your statement, just examining the most obvious items, is fallacious. 
Spock, were you born without a sense of humor or did you have it surgically removed? 
Enough, Bones. Report, Mr. Spock. Im interested in hearing about the Klingon presence on the planet. 
The trio walked out into the hall and down the corridor until they came to a wardroom. Chasing several junior officers out for the sake of privacy, Spock began his report. 
I can add little to what is known, Captain. The Klingons are performing
performing certain mining operations at the exact point Threllvon-da has determined to be the weakest, least thick spot of the cavern roof. They will break through shortly. 
I cant believe it, Jim, said McCoy. The Klingons arent interested in archaeology. 
Unless they hope to learn something of great value, said Spock. I have had an experience which might relate to that. 
You mean youve finally seen how attractive Lt. Avitts is? said McCoy, grinning with wicked glee. I figured itd take awhile but I was willing to wait and see what type of female penetrated that icy, logical facade of yours. 
I... I find Lt. Avitts attractive, said Spock, his voice almost a whisper. Kirk sat on the edge of his seat, leaning forward when he heard the confession. Even McCoy was taken aback by the straightforward declaration. However, that is not what I wish to report. 
Why not? said McCoy. I call this a day of celebration. Youve finally admitted theres a human side to your damnable logic. Celebrate, Spock, rejoice! Youll learn to be free of the shackles of total logic and maybe one day even get rid of those computers you insist on communing with all the time. 
Doctor, I am well aware of the discrepancies in my personal behavior. The emotional outbursts appall me. Even the idea of being appalled is in direct contradiction to my normal mode of behavior. I must point out, in all fairness, your own behavior is less than normal. 
Mine? snorted McCoy. Im fine. Nothing wrong with me. Its those machines. Im finally breaking free of their tyranny. I want the simple life.... 
You make my case for me, Doctor. At no time have you ever been the servant of a machine. You are always the master; however, you
have become pathological in your distrust of machines. This aspect of your personality has come boiling to the surface only since we achieved orbit around Alnath II. Likewise, the crew is not performing at calculated levels. 
Are you able to pinpoint the cause, Spock? If so, Ive got to know. Im tearing my hair out trying to get the Enterprise one hundred percent efficient. 
I am aware of that, Captain. I have no further evidence of radiations or fields emanating from the planet. A computer surveillance is continuing, but appears futile at this time. 
What are you saying, Spock? This planet is driving us space happy and you dont know why? Kirk pounded his fist against the table. Information! He needed information and was thwarted on every attempt at obtaining it. Even his efficient science officer had been stymied. 
I have nothing to report on that, Captain. As I was saying before Dr. McCoy interrupted, I had an emotional seizure and required time to meditate. As I did so, I saw a tiny point of brilliance. 
You saw it? asked Kirk. The way you say it makes it sound as if you didnt see it with your eyes. 
That is essentially correct, Captain. I saw it with my inner vision. My mind power, perhaps, or whatever you wish to call it. 
Metaphysical claptrap is what I call it, scoffed McCoy. 
Vulcans have more convolutions in the cortex of the brain than do humans, Doctor. Integral with this added complexity is a power of the mind not shared with humans. I saw. Spock lapsed into silence as he composed himself. Kirk watched the calming effect of whatever mental discipline the Vulcan applied. 
It was that disturbing? Kirk finally asked. 
Yes, Captain. Disturbing and yet... appealing. I have no words
for it. I felt that my innermost dreams would come true if I made mental contact with that spot of light. I reached out mentally and attempted to touch it, but at the last moment before contact a surge of emotion drove it away. 
Was it alive? 
Spock shook his head, a sad expression coming over him. I cannot say. I doubt it, yet there were certain life-qualities about it. If only I hadnt reacted emotionally. 
Like you are now, Spock, said Kirk sharply. Describe in detail this spot of light. Could it be a pure energy life-form we have failed to discover on the planet? Is this the cause of the crews unrest? 
Negative, sir. I felt as if the spot came from within my brain, not from outside. It had to be something causedcontrolledby me and me alone. 
This isnt a Klingon mind-control device? pressed Kirk. We still have no inkling what they did to the Vulcan science ship crew. Are they focusing some sort of mental image and scrambling our heads? 
Illogical, Captain. Kalan appears to have discipline problems of an even graver nature aboard the Terror. If this so-called mind-control weapon is operating, it isnt being used by the Klingons. Or rather, it is being used against them, also. 
The key word is appears, Spock. How do we really know that Kalan has any problems at all? The transmissions might be ruses. Perhaps he hasnt executed anyone for mutiny, much less his own daughter. Lt. Kislaths behavior and Kalans suspicions while aboard the Enterprise might be an act for our benefit. 
But they hold the full house, Jim, pointed out McCoy. Didnt you say the Terror is more powerful? If they opened fire on us, theyd blow us to atoms in a few minutes. They didnt attack the Andorians either when they had the chance.
Dammit! flared Kirk. The longer this drags on, the more confused it gets. What are the Klingons doing on Alnath? What is it that killed those Vulcans? What, what, what? 
That is a good question, Captain, said Spock solemnly. 
Kirk turned and balled his fists, wanting to strike out. Only an intense act of willpower prevented him from hitting his first officer. 

Ensign Chekov, called Lt. Uhura, Im getting another transmission from the Klingon vessel. 
Decode the message, Chekov ordered. He moved to the captains command seat and swiveled around, surveying the readiness of the bridge. All went quietly about their duties. He felt puffed with pride. He had been able to keep them at peak efficiency while Captain Kirk had failed. Ambition burned brightly in Chekovs breast. A good report and he would make lieutenant in record time. 
No longer Ensign Chekov but Lieutenant Chekov. But why stop there? Commander Chekov! Even Starship Captain Chekov! 
He would do his duty well. He would be decisive and act responsibly to maintain the safety of the Enterprise and the Federation. 
Its encoded with a different sequence, Ensign, said the communications officer. The computer is working. The decoding will take a few minutes. 
Very well. He leaned back and stared at the viewscreen. The Klingon vessel poised just above the horizon, bright and ominous. One single command aboard that ship and the Enterprise would come under furious attack, an attack the smaller cruiser might not withstand. That dare not happen. He, Chekov, must be the first to discover if the Klingons sought teachery and deathor peace. 
But he didnt kid himself for an instant. Klingons were incapable of desiring peace. They were warlike, mercenary, cold-blooded. Dealing
Dealing with them was only a little safer than playing Russian roulette with a hand phaser. 
Kill or be killed. That was the only credo the Klingons believed in. Chekov would not be caught napping while in command of the Enterprise. On his shoulders rested the final decision to launch a preemptive attack or not. All the senior officers were concerned with other matters. The Captain sought answers to the Vulcans deaths, Spock scrabbled in the ruins of the planet below for the same answers. Commander Scott fiddled with his engines, and Sulu was off duty. Command was Pavel Chekovs. 
Decoding complete, sang out Uhura. Its another report tagged with highest priority. 
Skip any inconsequential details. Give me only the meat of the message, he ordered. 
Aye, aye, Ensign, said Uhura, pressing the ear receiver in more fully to listen to the intercepted Klingon message. Its sent to their home base. It says that efficiency is dwindling, that they are resisting, more execution, many in the brig. They... its garbled, Ensign. 
Chekovs eyes glazed over. Trouble brewing aboard the Klingon vessel. What would be their most likely course of action? To fire on the Enterprise! It had to be. The Klingons never tolerated being second best. They planned to attack before the Enterprise realized their diabolical intentions. Chekov knew that had to be the content of the message. 
Its clearer now. The computer has refined some of the decoding. It... no, it cant be! cried Uhura, eyes widening in horror. 
They attack soon, said Chekov flatly, certain of his conclusions. 
Yes, thats it! Theyre preparing to attack! 
Battle stations, commanded Chekov. He came fully alive now. He felt in the center of a giant web of nerve endings, all pulsing and
sparking with life. The lightest twitch on his part caused ripples to flow along the strands of that web and produced instant action at the perimeters. 
The loud clanging filled the ship. Chekov felt the adrenaline pumping through his arteries. Never before in his life had he felt this alive, this powerful, this sure of his own actions. 
All hands to battle stations, repeated Chekov. Phasers prepare to fire. Track Klingon vessel Photon torpedoes load! 
Chekov, shouted Uhura over the din of the bridge, are you sure of what youre doing? Shouldnt you call Captain Kirk? 
No time. Message said to attack us. Such a powerful ship can destroy us with little effortunless we attack first. I will do so as soon as the phaser banks are charged and ready. 
The lights on the command console blinked menacingly, showing full phaser charge. The young ensign quickly ran through the checklist in his mind. Phasers charged. Tracking computers locked on target. Photon torpedoes ready to follow up the first phaser barrage, to give the Klingons something to think about while the phaser banks charged again. 
Whats the meaning of this? came the sharp question from the door of the turbo-elevator. Explain yourself, Mr. Chekov! 
Captain! Hes ordered an attack, cried Uhura. 
All hands, as you were. I say again, as you were. There is no, repeat, no attack being launched from the Enterprise. This is Captain Kirk. All weapons systems to be placed in Readiness Condition Two, repeating, Condition Two. 
The red-faced captain spun and faced the ensign. Mr. Chekov, I thought we had an understanding. Nothing of this sort was to happen if I gave you the conn. Explain your actions to me and perhaps you wont have to do so at a court-martial board.
Lt. Uhura intercepted another Klingon message, Captain, the ensign said, his voice trembling. He locked himself rigidly at attention and stared straight ahead. They planned a sneak attack on Enterprise. I acted only to save the ship. The young ensign couldnt control the nervous shaking that wracked his body. 
Kirk took a deep breath and settled down into his command seat. His fingers raced across the tiny console, his eyes darting from station to station on the bridge, until he assured himself that no hothead was going to press the firing trigger on one of the phasers. He took another deep breath and turned his attention to Ensign Chekov. 
No matter what the content of the message, your duty was to inform me. You are the most junior officer in the chain of command on this bridge. I considered it valuable experience for you to have conn time. You had no right to make such a decision. 
Begging your pardon, sir. If I had the conn, I was acting captain of Enterprise. You gave me authority to act in the ships best interests. 
He is right, Captain, said Mr. Spock. Regulation Seven, subparagraph three clearly states that 
Enough, Mr. Spock. I am well aware of the regulations. But you, Mr. Chekov, overstepped the bounds of your position. 
Yes, sir. 
Lt. Uhura, read the message that almost got us killed. Kirk controlled his rage. Looking around, he saw many on the bridge silently siding with Chekov, They wanted action. Kirk knew he kept them checked, their violent impulses under strict control. Chekov had almost loosed the dogs of war. Turning to Spock he saw nothing but the impassive expression. Sometimes he envied the Vulcan, especially at times like this.
... request for immediate attack, finished Uhura. 
The message is incontrovertible, Captain, said Spock. The Klingons requested permission to attack us. 
Uhura, asked Kirk, drowning out Spocks comment, did that transmission get through our jamming? 
No, sir. There is only a slight chance it punched through as far as the edge of this solar system, some ten light-hours distant. Unless the Klingons have a relay placed in a location as yet undetected, they did not reach their home base. 
Thank you, Lieutenant. Did you consider that, Mr. Chekov, before you ordered general quarters? 
No, sir. But 
Mr. Spock, analyze the wording and content of the message. Take into account the type of code used in the transmission. 
Hmmm, most interesting, Captain. From the syntax of the message and the encoding, Id venture the opinion that Kalan did not send it. 
What? cried Chekov, taking a half-step forward. How can that be? It came from the Klingon ship! 
Exactly, Ensign. From the Klingon ship, but not necessarily from Captain Kalan. Kirk slumped into the seat. The Terror has been in the throes of constant mutiny since orbiting Alnath II. I believe this was sent by someone under Kalan desiring to take over command, but is attempting to do so in more orthodox and less mutinous ways. 
An end run, exclaimed Uhura. Someone is trying to get the approval of their base to attack us and oust Kalan in the process. 
That is the way I read this data, Lieutenant. Mr. Spock, do you concur? 
It has a high probability, Captain. I would add further that the
most likely candidate for this end run, as Lt. Uhura called it, is Kislath. 
The Klingon did show a considerable amount of rebellious spirit, agreed Kirk. My plan for disrupting their fighting efficiency seems to be paying dividends. And you jeopardized it, Mr. Chekov. Any words in your own defense? 
No, sir. Chekov braced again, his face pale. 
You are confined to your quarters until further notice, Mr. Chekov. Dismissed. 
Kirk watched the ensign smartly pivot and march from the bridge. He felt something inside him go cold as he realized how near they had all been to another interstellar war. 
This cant go on, Spock, he said heatedly. I didnt do enough when I planted the seeds of doubt in Kislaths mind. I didnt do enough turning Kalan against him. If somethings not done fast, were all going to be radioactive dust floating among the stars. 
If we are lucky, that is, said Spock. Kirk stared at him as Spock added, We might live to see the devastation of war.
Chapter Seven
Captains Log: Stardate 4736.0
Ensign Chekovs action will be reviewed by the senior officers aboard the Enterprise. If they so recommend, a general court-martial will be convened whenifwe return to Starbase. I sympathize with Chekov; I feel he had only the best interests of the ship at heart. However, he failed to adequately analyze the situation and nearly plunged the Federation into a brutal, no-winner interstellar war with the Klingon Empire.
The Board of Inquiry is hereby convened, intoned Kirk, picking up a small mallet and ringing an ancient seafaring ships bell three times. Is the defendant present?
Chekov stood to attention.
Do you request legal assistance during this hearing? Such is your right. However, I must point out that no criminal charges will be heard at this time.
No counsel is required.
So be it.
Kirk glanced up and down the table in the wardroom. At the far end sat McCoy, looking grim. Next to him sat Scott, a worried look on his face. Lt. Patten of Security sat on the far side of Spock. Kirk
turned his attention back to Chekov.
The charges are serious Ensign. While technically you were in command of the ship and entrusted with responding to any emergency, subsequent study of the Klingon transmission and analysis of the situation shows no imminent danger to the Enterprise. In such an instance, you are required to call a ranking command officer. You failed to do so. Are there any extenuating circumstances this board should be apprised of?
No, sir. Chekov stood bravely, waiting for the verdict. If he was lucky, the discipline would be slight. A notation of incompetence would be entered in his record followed by a drumming out of the fleet. If he wasnt lucky, the court-martial would convene at Starbase and find him guilty of a command error. Hed spend the rest of his life on a prison asteroid worrying over the single mistake that had put him there.
I wish to enter extenuating testimony into the records, Captain, said Spock.
Kirk looked up, surprised. Very well, Mr. Spock. Computer, please record and evaluate. 
Working, came the feminine voice from the computer console.
I have recently spent several planetary rotations on the surface of Alnath II attempting to determine any adverse factors in the makeup of the planet, Spock began. I failed to reach any scientifically defensible conclusions; however, I feel that certain statements stand on their own due to empirical observations.
He feels? said McCoy, under his breath. This is a new one. Im glad the computers recording this. I want copies.
Kirk silenced the doctor with a glare. Proceed, Mr. Spock. And please remember that personal feelings are not admissible evidence for this hearing.
I understand, Captain. While I failed to find the source of the field or fields of unknown origin, duration and composition, there can be no denying the fact that the crew of the Enterpriseand, ostensibly, of the Klingon ship, Terrorhas behaved in atypical fashion since attaining orbit of Alnath.
The reasons for this are not discernible yet. The effect of the planetary system is obvious. Each crew member has attempted, with varying degrees of success, to pursue whatever course of action that is personally most satisfying. Mr. Kyle, the transporter chief, had an unblemished record until he left his post, without authorization, to sculpt. Commander Scott, Spock continued, staring at the engineer, has become obsessed with fine-tuning the warp engines.
Mr. Spock, you canna know what yer sayin! Scotty cried. Those engines needed work, mon. They still do.
Computer, continued Spock impassively. Status on warp-drive engines. 
Working, said the computer. The engines are presently functioning at one hundred seven percent of normal capacity. 
A seven percent improvement over norm, pointed out Spock. Computer, status report concerning the engines prior to current modifications.
Working. The engines were performing at one hundred one percent of Starfleet norm.
Mr. Scott has always maintained the engines of this ship in more than adequate condition. The computer verifies that.
But they need more!
Only in your mind, Mr. Scott. Your need to further augment the function of the warp engines is relatively harmless. Dr. McCoy, on the other hand, has forsaken the use of his medical computer and
other advanced surgical equipment, preferring to rely instead on primitive methods. 
Machines turned on me.
Indeed, Doctor, did they turn on you or have you somehow managed to cause them to malfunction as a result of your basic distrust of all mechanisms?
Mr. Spock, is this germane to Ensign Chekovs dereliction of duty?
It is, Captain. Even I have not been immune from whatever force is acting on all living things in this system. I do not say pernicious force because, as in the case of Mr. Scott, beneficial results have occurred. For the most part, however, the crew of the Enterprise has not functioned as a unit at peak efficiency. Computer, efficiency status of crew since attaining orbit around Alnath II. 
Working. Efficiency is down nineteen percent. 
Our last efficiency report stated the Enterprise had the second highest performance rating in the entire fleet. This decline in efficiency puts us in the lowest ranks. 
Mr. Spock, I again remind you that the Enterprise and its senior officers are not the subject of this hearing. Ensign Chekov is. Please be brief. Kirk heaved a sigh and prayed that Spock could summon up enough evidence to get Chekov off the hook. 
Ensign Chekov is human; likewise, he is affected by this empirically demonstrable, if scientifically unknown, force acting upon us. His only crime is being too conscientious in carrying out his duties. He saw a Klingon message that he interpreted as menacing the safety of the Enterprise. He acted. His brashness was accentuated by the force. Mr. Chekov, under other circumstances, without the influence of this unknown force, might have acted more responsibly
responsibly. In my opinion as science officer, he is not culpable in this instance.
Spock quickly sat down. Kirk glanced back at Chekov. The ensign still held himself in a stiff parade-ground brace.
Computer, asked Kirk, analysis of Mr. Spocks data.
Data has not been given, primly informed the computer. Only personal observation and speculation. 
This is not as easy as it seemed, said Kirk. I am inclined to agree with Mr. Spock concerning the ensigns actions. This force, whatever it is, adversely affected Mr. Chekovs decision-making faculties at a critical moment. How does the Board vote in this matter? For court-martial, for disciplinary action at command level or dismissal of charges? 
Dismissal, promptly said Lt. Patten. Aye, dismissal, said Scott a fraction of a second later. McCoy nodded assent. Spocks decision was obvious.
Very well. This Board of Inquiry finds that while Ensign Pavel Chekov did not act in the best interests of either the Federation or the Starship Enterprise, such action did not stem from personal error. Rather, this... malaise... aboard the Enterprise takes many forms. This is one. Recommendation of the Captain: charges dismissed. Further recommendation: more careful observation and greater thought to be applied to issues confronting us.
Kirk stood and picked up the mallet to strike the bell. This Board of Inquiry is adjourned. Before he rang the bell, the intercom whined and Uhuras anxious voice sounded.
Emergency, Captain. Threllvon-da reports that the Klingons are attempting to seize the ground party by force.
To the bridge. You, too, Chekov, he said as he hurried from the room. His senior officers quickly returned to their stations. Chekov
might have endangered them with his actions; the Klingons had acted as the young ensign had feared.
Kirk slipped into his command seat and barked, Full vision, Uhura. I will speak directly to Threllvon-da.
Aye, aye, sir.
The screen blurred, then hardened into a crisp picture. The broken ear stalk of the Andorian filled the view-screen until the scientist moved away. His blue-tinted face had drained to an unhealthy lavender.
Captain Kirk! They landed in force. They seized my crew. They... they...
Please, Doctor, tell me exactly what happened. Are you in personal danger at this moment? Well beam you up if you are.
No, no, Ive locked myself in the communications shed. Theyve not found me yet. They came in those huge excavating machines. The first ones they captured were your crew members. 
Candra! cried Spock, stepping forward. Kirk saw the horrified expression on the Vulcans face. The clenched hands, the slight sheen of sweat on his face, the stark concern were atypical of the first officer. 
Did the Klingons harm them? Or any of your crew? 
I dont think so. I saw them herding everyone at phaserpoint, but everyone was walking. No injuries, at least no serious ones. Kirk, youve got to stop them! 
At ease, Doctor. Ill see what can be done. Remain in the shed and keep us posted. Lt. Uhura will stay in constant communication with you. This is being recorded and prepared for Starfleet Command. Any breach of the Organian Peace Treaty will be fully documented. 
Captain, beam me down, said Spock urgently. Please!
Spock, theres nothing you can do down there. You are more valuable to the Enterpriseand Lt. Avittswhere you are. Kirk bit down on his knuckle as his mind raced, discarding potential courses of action, considering others.
Lt. Uhura, maintain the com-link with the planet. Patch me in on a subchannel to the Terror. I want to speak to Kalan.
Uhura efficiently established the necessary link. The dour commander of the Klingon vessel appeared. It didnt take a telepath to realize the towering anger filling the alien captain.
Kirk! This is war! he raged.
I might say the same, Kalan, said Kirk coldly. Kidnapping my crew members, threatening a peaceful, unarmed archaeological party, illegal seizure of Federation property and 
And nothing! raged the Klingon. The Andorian caused this!
Captain Kalan, Kirk replied so quietly that the Klingon had to lower his own voice to hear. Lets meet and discuss this. 
Not aboard the Enterprise. I will not be taken prisoner by a devious, self-seeking pirate such as yourself. 
Nor will I board the Terror. Since the surface of Alnath II appears to be as close to neutral territory as we have, lets meet therewith a maximum of three advisorsin one hour, standard. 
Done, sneered Kalan. His swarthy face clouded further as he added, And no tricks. If there is a hint of treachery on your part, the Terror will blow you from the skies!
The picture dissolved. Kirk shook his head. At least he didnt start firing. Thats something. I just wonder how much.

Very well, said Kirk, cinching the belt tightly around his middle. He checked the positioning of the phaser and communicator.
Ill maintain constant contact, Mr. Spock. I want the entire meeting recorded.
The Klingon jamming of subspace communications will not adversely affect the laser com-link. The laser will pick up any and all broadcasts.
Good. Youre in command, Spock. Are the rest of you ready? Kirk turned and looked at Chekov, who nervously shuffled from foot to foot, and to McCoy, uneasy about the prospect of stepping into the transporter.
Isnt there a safer way, Jim? Like the shuttle. We could take it down into the atmosphere and
Into the transporter, Bones. Mr. Spock will oversee the transmission.
Thats what Im afraid of, he said glumly. The doctor moved hesitantly, as if his feet had turned into lumps of pure neutronium. He positioned himself under one of the transporter electrodes and said, Hurry it up. I want to get this over as soon as possible. Keep me here another ten seconds and Ill lose my nerve.
Chekov laughed and discreetly hid his smile behind a hand and a feigned cough. He stood ramrod straight just as the transporter energized. In less time than the transition of an electron from one quantum level to another, they reappeared on the surface of Alnath II.
Ensign, warned Kirk, seeing Chekov reaching for his phaser. This is a peaceful mission. Keep that combative spirit of yours under closer scrutiny.
Aye, aye, sir, he said reluctantly. His eyes fastened on the small knot of Klingons lounging arrogantly at the base of the ebony pyramid.
Captain Kalan, welcome to Alnath II, Kirk said lightly, his
hand outstretched. He held it for a moment, then retracted it after the Klingon made no move to shake hands.
It is I who welcomes you, Kirk. We now possess this planet. I claim it as part of the Klingon Empire.
Cant be done, Kalan, said Kirk forcefully. We were here first. Not the Enterprise, of course, but the Vulcan science ship and the expedition aboard it.
Bring forth the Vulcans who claimed this planet. 
You murderous swine! You killed them. For a dreadnought as powerful as yours, it was like dynamiting fish in a barrel, snapped McCoy.
Kalan seemed taken aback by the outburst. We have done nothing, he said. These Vulcans died in space. We know nothing of them. All the Empire chooses to acknowledge is our claim to this planet. We have done what is required. A settlement, thirty planetary rotations in residence, the formal claimsall done.
The Andorians were here before you. Which brings up the question of Dr. Threllvon-da. Where is he?
How should I know what has become of those back-stabbing
Kalans sentence was cut off by the snappish tones of the Andorian scientist. I am here, Kirk. And you came in good time. He didnt have the chance to murder me in my sleep like he did the others. 
Kislath reached for his phaser but Chekov was faster. The young ensigns grip on the Klingons wrist tightened like titanium steel. He forced the Klingon officer to release his hold on the butt of his phaser.
Threllvon-da, please explain what happened to your digging crew.
They came and took them at phaserpoint, thats what happened to them, the scientist accused breathlessly. The blue color of his face heightened with emotion. They dragged them off and killed them.
They are merely imprisoned for violating Klingon space, said Kalan. As you will be imprisoned if you do not leave. This planet is ours!
You pose a sticky problem, Kalan, said Kirk, his mind racing over the facts of colonization as he knew them. What we have is misinterpretation of the agreed upon terms of colonization. As long as Threllvon-da is here and performing archaeological studies on a prior civilization, the evidence for which you plainly see behind you, the planet is not fair game. Look it up.
One of the Klingons pressed close to Kalan and whispered hurriedly. The expression on the Klingons face told Kirk he had won his point. He didnt give the Klingon a chance to think of new devilment.
And I demand to see my crew, improperly imprisoned, it seems. But their safe return will be sufficient. And, of course, the return of the digging crew.
They trespassed onto our space, snapped Kislath. They came into our compound and began digging, as if this wasnt enough for them. He pointed to the area around the base of the pyramid already excavated by Threllvon-da.
Doctor, is that true?
We have to reach the subterranean city before they do. And you refused to get us our equipment. I cant have these blundering fools smashing through the vault of the city and raining down tons of debris. It would ruin the archaeological value of the city for all time!
So you did enter the Klingon camp? asked Kirk.
Yes, of course. And then these barbarians came over and killed all my crew. 
The humans and the Andorians are not dead. We imprisoned them for trespassing on Klingon territory. 
Weve already established that this isnt part of the Klingon Empire, said Kirk sternly. It does seem, however, you have a claim against the Federation due to the intrusion of some of its citizens to dig in spots within your compound. As Kalan puffed up with victory, Kirk hurried on. And such claim, of course, is now voided because of your intrusion into this camp and kidnapping the Federation citizens who did not take part in the original trespass. 
But 
I think an equitable solution is apparent. You give back all the captured scientistsand members of the Enterprise crewand we will not pursue this matter further.
That makes us come out even? said Kalan in a low voice. No! It cannot be this way. We cannot lose any
You are losing nothing. You had nothing to lose, Kirk pointed out.
Dont listen to this alien, Captain, urged Kislath. Order an immediate barrage from the Terror and reduce his ship to rubble. Lets enjoy seeing him and all those intruders turned into cosmic dust.
I doubt the commander of a Klingon vessel needs to be told what is the proper course of action, said McCoy, seeing Kalans reaction to Kislaths suggestion.
The Klingon commander turned angrily on his first officer and barked, Release them. All of them!
Yes, Commander, said the Klingon, obviously displeased with
the way his captain ostensibly caved in to the aliens.
We wont allow simple actions such as these to be misinterpreted so easily, Kalan, said Kirk, feeling more relaxed now that he saw not only the Andorians but his crew members coming out of the Klingon enclosure. A channel for improved communication should be established. We can cooperate, to mutual advantage.
Cooperate? sneered Kalan. Impossible. Klingons are aggressive, while other forms of life, such as yourselves, are weaklings. We will crush you.
Whatever you say, said Kirk tiredly. Just do it from some distance off. Is that mountain pass five kilometers to the north acceptable to you for your diggings?
How far? asked the Klingon suspiciously. His other aide came and cupped a hand around a tricorder readout. Kirk decided they were studying a map display on the readout.
Five kilometers. More if you prefer.
Four. And not due north but rather more toward that peak. The Klingon pointed, glanced back at the tricorder for confirmation, changed his aim slightly and said, There or nowhere.
Dr. Threllvon-da, do you have any objections to the Klingons using their heavy equipment in the mountain pass?
None at all, if they will leave this site to us.
Done! cried Kalan. And any caught inside our posted area will be executed without further notice. Be warned! He and the aide stalked off in the direction already taken by Kislath. In a few minutes, the heavy machinery had been shut down and was being redirected toward the mountain area agreed upon.
Thats strange, Jim, said McCoy. Why do you suppose they agreed so quickly to a move? Think they know something we dont?
Im sure they do, Bones. Ensign Chekov, observations.
None, sir. I make nothing out of the Klingons behavior. This area is as nice as the mountain spot. 
I wonder, mused Kirk. Is it really, for their purposes? 
Whatever those clandestine purposes might be, said McCoy. 
We can be certain that they couldnt care less about archaeological knowledge, Kirk said, thinking out loud. The idea of finding some advanced machine usable as a weapon is farfetched. Such a weapon would require energy and, after all these thousands of years, would be drained. 
Unless they sought an energy source, said Chekov.
True, Ensign, but doubtful. The matter-antimatter reaction is as close to total annihilation and complete release of energy as we can theoretically obtain. No, I doubt the Klingons wanted anything in the site for its theoretical value to their war efforts. The Klingons are pragmatic. Whatever they wanted is obvious, except weve failed to see it.
Looking at Threllvon-das enthusiasm for only one thing, perhaps the Klingons just wanted to be the spoilers.
That wont wash, Bones. Theydve destroyed the planet, not attempted to slip in. Let me check with Spock and see if he has any further information.
Only if its logical, scoffed McCoy.
Spock, said Kirk, lifting his communicator, have you been following all this?
Yes, Captain. I have also been following a line of inquiry which should have occurred to me earlier. Heavy equipment implies the need to move a considerable mass.
How astute, said McCoy disdainfully. Next youll be telling us that the Klingons have nothing but peaceful mining in mind.
That, Doctor, is precisely what I mean. Analysis of this planets crustal deposits remains spotty. The geological probes of the original explorers left much to be desired. They did not indicate the extensive topaline deposits. 
Topaline! exclamed Chekov. That is the material used in life-support systems. It is valuable! 
But not so valuable to us, Ensign. Not with mines on Rhyl and Talir and Spica IX. And those are only the largest deposits. We have mines on a hundred other worlds. The Federation has all the topaline it needs.
But apparently the Klingon Empire is not so well supplied with this commodity, finished Spock.
That explains much of their furtive behavior. Heavy mining operations arent easily concealed. They used the guise of archaeology to bring in their diggers. Kirk walked away from the small group and stared at the Klingon encampment. They bustled around, more reminiscent of ants in their hill than individually sentient beings. He gazed around this fair world, wondering what would become of it now. 
The Klingons would rape it of the topaline and any other mineral found here they happened to need. Hed seen it on dozens of worlds, and not only the Klingons were guilty. Core-deep furrows blasted into the crust of planets sucked out vital ores. Once-breathable atmospheres were contaminated with exhaust fumes, refinery fumes, coal dusts, by-products. Somehow, the concept of manufacturing and smelting in space had never caught on. The gravity afforded by a planet, plus the substance and familiarity of the surroundings for workers all prevented itthat and the abundance of rich, uninhabited worlds. Why depend on asteroids and other planetoids when entire planets could be plundered, planets
that didnt require the manufacture of oxygen or water or gravity? If the ore smelted was valuable enough, lifting it out of a planets gravity well added only a small fraction to its cost. 
Kirk hated to see this pleasant world go the way of so many others. Earth itself had barely escaped such a dismal fate in the twenty-first century by reaching out into space. It was now a garden, much like this world except for the teeming billions on its surface. 
I have scanned the area you offered the Klingons in exchange for the currently mined land. The topaline concentration in the rock there is vastly higher. Indications point to the Klingons poor instrumentation as a reason for not exploiting that area first. The configuration of the mountain range blocked their primitive probes. Actual discovery of the area probably did not occur until they were on the planets surface and beginning their operations, at which time they established the fiction of archaeological interest and could not easily move. 
Youve discovered the topaline, Spock. Have you any further information about the, uh, the force field mentioned earlier? Kirk hesitated to mention the morale problems with his crew. While the Klingon electronics might be primitive by Federation standards, they werent that unsophisticated. He didnt want to give Kalan any leverage at all in future dealings, not when he had been able to win every single round so far. 
Negative, Captain. I am at a loss to explain the failure. I am now exploring the possibility of neural disruption of areas in the right hemisphere of the brain. 
The part that erases memory by scrambling it up like a dozen eggs? asked McCoy. Thats a neurochemical change, not one induced by a force field. 
Any possible explanation must be examined, Doctor. If we allow
even one potential source to go unnoticed, this would be most unscientific. 
Any luck? interrupted Kirk. 
It appears that Dr. McCoy is correct. Such a field does not exist. I have rechecked all known fields capable of affecting human metabolism and found none eliciting such varied responses. This is peculiar to Alnath II. 
I was afraid of that, Spock. Carry on. I want to look around the surface a bit more and then well beam back. I 
Captain, look! shouted Chekov. 
Kirk saw one after another of the heavy-duty mining machines of the Klingons vanish into the ground as if they were small metal insects instead of the megagram monsters they actually were.
Chapter Eight
Captains Log: Stardate 4736.9 
The Klingons accepted the new location for their topaline mining operation with alacrity. However, the sudden disappearance of their equipmentseemingly swallowed by the very planet itselfhas precipitated an emergency. The Terrors main phaser banks have begun to glow a vivid blue from corona discharges, indicating a readiness for attack. I have ordered the crew of the Enterprise to general quarters. I fear attack is imminent and unavoidable. 
Ive never seen anything like it before, gasped McCoy. The whole damn planet gobbled up the Klingon machinery. 
Do you think it was sabotage? asked Kirk of Chekov. The ensign checked and rechecked his tricorder readings. 
Unknown, Captain. My tricorder is jumbled up. Readings are all off scale. They come back now. I dont understand. 
Nor I, Ensign, nor do I, said Kirk, staring at the gaping pit where the Klingon mining machinery had growled and ripped and torn at the surface. He had the eerie feeling that hubris on the part of the Klingons was responsible. But that was ridiculous. He couldnt attribute godlike powers to a planet. This world wasnt alive, living
living, breathing, feeling. It had been deserted by its only sentient race thousands of years ago. 
Breakthrough! came the loud cry from the Andorian compound. Threllvon-da raced out, waving his arms wildly above his head. Breakthrough. Weve finally gotten through the vault of the ceiling. And they smashed everything, just as I knew theyd do. 
Spock, said Kirk into his communicator, verify. Did the Klingons break the roof of the subterranean city? 
Affirmative, Captain. Every indication shows the mass of the machines exceeded the rupture point of the roof. I have obtained life-form readings through the hole. All the Klingons still live. 
But no other sentient life readings? 
No life-form readings at all, Captain, save for the Klingons. 
Thank you, Spock. He flipped shut the lid of his communicator and turned to McCoy. Lets get down there and see if they need us, you especially. Those crewmen might be pretty banged up. 
Me? asked McCoy in astonishment. Me patch up a Klingon? Thats not in the code, Jim. 
Arent you dedicated to healing, no matter what life-form is injured? They need you, Bones. 
But theyre Klingons. 
Theyre sentient beings who are injured. I cant order you to help them, but Im asking. Kirk watched the play of emotions cross the doctors face. He fought the dilemma quietly, then came to a decision. 
All right, Captain. But dont expect me to do much good. The Klingons have an internal structure even more scrambled up than Spocks. 
Kirk smiled and set off at a brisk pace toward the gaping hole in the planetary crust. Threllvon-da and the others had preceded him.
By the time Kirk, Chekov and McCoy reached the lip of the hole, the Andorian scientist had rigged a rope and was being lowered over the edge. 
Lt. Avitts, snapped Kirk, report. 
Aye, aye, sir. The Klingons dug too deep and broke through. Then everything crashed down into Threllvondas city. Hes fit to be tied. Hes sure theyve damaged valuable archaeological evidence relating to the demise of this planets intelligent race. 
Are the Klingons hurt badly? asked McCoy, all doctor now. Ive got my medical tricorder and a few drugs, but thats all. I can have the full kit beamed down if its needed. 
That will be unnecessary, came Kalans cold voice. My men survive. Excellent equipment protected them. A few minor broken bones, nothing more. We are able to handle it. 
Youre welcome, said McCoy sarcastically, noting the Klingon didnt bother to even thank him for the offer of aid. 
Whyd this happen? burst out Chekov. Didnt you take seismic readings of the area? 
Our seismic readings showed nothing but solid rock. How this cavern came to be is a mystery. Kalan paced the edge of the opening glaring down into the pit, as if his scowl could lift the machinery cast down so precipitously. 
The Andorians caused this. accused Kislath bitterly. That was the true purpose of them sneaking into our camp. They planted antimatter bombs and detonated them just as our machines passed above. 
An interesting theory, Lt. Kislath, said Kirk dryly, but one that does not closely adhere to the facts. Dr. Threllvon-da has theorized the presence of this underground city since touching down on the
planet. You were careless and just happened through the roof of that city. 
Impossible. I took the seismic readings personally. Only a fool could be deceived into believing the ground solid when a cavern actually existed. This pit was blasted by the Andorians, a clear violation of the Organian Peace Treaty. This is an act of war! 
Will you muzzle your war dog, Captain? growled Kirk. His accusations are obviously wrong. He botched the readings and is trying to cover his own personal mistakes. 
What causes you to say that, Kirk? 
Look. Kirk pointed into the blackness of the deep pit. One of the Klingon digging machines had turned on its huge spotlight. The brilliant beam smashed through the darkness and illuminated a city spun of diamond spider-webs. Delicate flying arches supported buildings of impossible architecture. Once his eyes had adapted to the dim lighting, Kirk discerned jewels glowing with their own inner light, illuminating the streets made from a soft-appearing substance. The immensity of the city stunned him. All of this and underground exactly as Threllvon-da had predicted. 
The riches, whispered Kislath, holding his tricorder in front of him. There are substances within the city of immense value. Topaline is used as foundation material. The diamonds of the support columns are flawless. This must be ours! 
Yes, said Kalan, only slightly louder. And it will be. Plundering this city will heap honor upon us. Down, get those diggers to work on the city! 
Wait! cried Kirk, horrified at the idea of the monstrous rock-chewing machines being turned loose in such a fragile-appearing city. This is a scientific matter, not one of monetary importance. No
amount of wealth could reimburse us if we dont learn of the civilization that constructed this city. 
We care nothing for that. They are dead. That means they were weaklings. Klingons are strong; we survive. We care nothing for the past, except our glories, our victories, our many conquests. 
We approach life somewhat differently, Kirk said cautiously. Look at the reverence with which Threllvon-da studies the buildings. He isnt plundering. Rather, he studies. You want the topaline. Take it, but leave the city for us. 
He attempts to trick you, Captain, hissed Kislath. He knows of our need for topaline. 
You were transparent about it, said Kirk. But were not trying to trick you. We want to examine the city. Thats our only interest in this planet. But we need it intact for a full study. If its looted, we will be unable to piece together important details. 
He lies, Captain. Look! Kislath pointed to the far side of the pit. The Andorian scientists, the crew from the Enterprise and a group of Klingons fought a silent, fierce hand-to-hand battle. Kislaths phaser slid easily into the palm of his hand, the blunted muzzle aimed directly at Kirks midriff. 
Kislaths thumb closed on the firing contact just as Chekov struck the Klingon officers wrist with the edge of his hand. He quickly followed the blow with a short jab to the chin. Kislath looked surprised, then slumped to the ground, knocked out by the punch. Chekov drew his own phaser and aimed it at Kalan. 
He is our prisoner now, Captain. Do you wish me to kill him? 
Chekov, no! Remember... remember what happened aboard the ship. No, we dont want to harm him. We are peaceful. 
Peaceful, pah! snorted Kalan. Tell that to my first officer. 
He attacked me. Chekov only defended a superior officer. But
lets discuss this matter after weve stopped the fighting. Kirk flipped open his communicator and barked out orders. Lt. Avitts, halt the fighting immediately. Do it! Restrain the Andorians if necessary, but stop the fighting. 
In less than a minute, the Klingons surrounded the smaller Federation party, ready to cast them into the pit. Kalan bellowed his command across the emptiness, not bothering with his communicator. 
Free them! Return to your duty posts. Get those machines out of the hole! To Kirk, the Klingon said, I will use the tractor beams from the Terror. Attempt to stop me and it will mean war! 
Dont worry, Kalan, I wont stop you. Just leave as much of the city intact as possible when you get your diggers out. 
The Klingon captain spun and marched off, leaving Kislath on the ground unconscious. Kirk glanced at the fallen officer debating whether or not to leave him to Chekov, then decided against it. 
Lets see what the city has to offer. Leave him, Kirk said, indicating Kislath. He glanced into the pit, felt a moment of passing vertigo, then thumbed open his communicator and ordered, Spock, beam us down to the floor of this city. 
The trio turned into scintillant energy, wavered and reappeared fifty meters below ground level, the magnificent city stretching as far as the eye could see. 

Ive never seen anything like it, exclaimed Lt. Avitts, excited. Its stupendous! Look at the delicate lines of the buildings. Ive never even heard of a culture who built such fragile beauty into its architecture. 
Im sure Threllvon-da knows if this fits any other culture. But I suspect it doesnt, Kirk said, awed in spite of himself. He walked to
one of the walls and pressed his hand against it. A tingling sensation raced along his arm and filled his body. He tensed and started to pull away, but the soothing qualities of that contact made him keep his hand flush with the surface. 
Nice, isnt it, Captain? asked Candra Avitts. I dont know what it is. I had a doll when I was a small child, a soft, fluffy animal that Id cuddle. The walls give me the same feeling. 
Ummm, yes, Lieutenant. The sensation is unique, said Kirk, reluctantly pulling away from the wall. The sense of well-being that pervaded his soul made him wonder about the builders of this city. Was this material so common they constructed entire cities from it? A single kilogram of it could command a fortune on any planet of the Federation. People would line up for hours just to experience the calmative quality. 
Stroke the road, Captain. See how you feel then, said the excited woman. She knelt down and ran her hands over the velvety roadbed. Her eyes closed and her entire body shivered as if she had some high fever. But the expression on her face told that it was no high temperature but stark ecstasy she felt. 
Chekov rubbed his hands on the road and said, Captain, it is most... sensual. I cannot describe this. 
Nor I, Ensign. Im at a loss for explanation right now, This city hardly seems possible. Why should any race build itself a city with qualities such as we are experiencing? 
One devoted to the pleasures of the flesh, suggested Lt. Avitts, continuing to stroke the road material. 
I doubt it. Did they wallow in the middle of the road? Or is that a road at all? No, Lieutenant, this city is all wrong. It has none of the lived-in feeling a real city has. Its a showcase, a perfect jewel in a diadem not intended for wear.
Its been deserted for many thousands of years, Captain, pointed out Chekov. We cannot expect it to be like other cities we know. This is a major find, one that will bring Threllvon-da much honor. 
Its as if the city were custom-made for the good doctor, mused Kirk. But its too immense. It goes on for kilometers in all directions. Is there any estimate of its size, Ensign? 
Chekov glanced at his tricorder and scowled. My tricorder is not functioning, Captain. The readings are all wrong. Must be something in the walls of the buildings. 
My tricorder isnt working either, said Avitts. Thats odd. I just ran a diagnostic check to make certain it wouldnt go out on me again. 
Again, Lieutenant? When did it go out before? 
Right after I landed on Alnath. Threllvon-da had begun explaining his theories about the citys existence. I turned the tricorder on to verify his idea that the Klingons were immediately above a cavern. The readings went off scale. I dismantled the tricorder, checked it and rebuilt it. The reading showing this cavern was plain then. 
How strange, said Kirk. Where is Threllvon-da? I want to talk to him. Kirk set off at a brisk pace along the roadway, finding his distance-devouring stride actually built up his energy rather than tired him. A spring came to his step that sent surplus energy from the road up into his tired legs. The softness cushioned his feet and relaxed them. The harder he worked to tire himself, the more energy that flowed into his body from the material under his boot soles. 
Ah, Kirk, there you are. Isnt this city everything I said it would be? crowed Threllvon-da. Kirk nodded slowly in assent. Yes, yes, it is a marvelous city. My reputation has been great before. Now I will be the most renowned archaeologist in all the galaxy! A generationmore!of study will be required to fully appreciate the race
that constructed this magnificent metropolis. 
Is there anything in the city you didnt intend to find, Doctor? asked Kirk. It seems so mind stunningly complex for a city buried and lost for several thousand years. 
They were advanced, this race was. Genius flowed in everything they did. The pyramid hinted at construction like this. The material, now, thats unique in all the galaxy. I can hardly wait to get some of my colleagues from the university here. I can use metallurgists and chemists and the finest materials scientists. Will they be fascinated! A treasure trove, Captain Kirk, a veritable storehouse of information that will furnish me with a thousand papers in the most prestigious of scientific journals. 
The Andorian wandered off, muttering to himself, his tricorder storing every detailed observation, every conjecture, every hint regarding the once mighty race that had constructed this subterranean city. 
Kirk shook his head. Trying to talk with the scientist was like trying to scoop space with his bare hands. The harder he worked, the less he felt he accomplished. He turned and sought his two officers. Neither Chekov nor Avitts was in sight. 
Lieutenant! Ensign! he called out. The sound inside the city died quickly, muffled by the strange substance used in the walls. If anything, the lack of sound was the most alien feature of the city. Even in space, aboard the Enterprise, he heard minute sounds. The metal hull of the starship was a meter thick, but it creaked slightly due to uneven heating when near a sun. The constant motion of the crew produced sounds to reassure him that all was well. The electronics devices aboard his ship squealed and whined and whistled and rang, all at his command. 
In the underground city, no sound reached his ears.
Chekov! Avitts! he cried again. Where are you? Report! 
Kirk saw a blurred motion out of the corner of his eye. He spun and faced it. Nothing. No sound. No motion. Nothing. He pulled his phaser from his belt and cautiously advanced on the spot where he thought hed seen the movement. No indication of life existed, but he sniffed deeply of the air for spoor. A lingering odor reminiscent of inefficient air-recycling dilated his nostrils. 
Klingons, he muttered. 
And then all hell broke loose. 
A heavy body landed squarely on his shoulders and carried him to the soft pavement. Kirk instinctively doubled up and turned his shoulder into the direction of his fall. He tucked his head under and rolled, robbing the landing of most of its shock. Like an Earth cat, he came to his feet, knees bent and the phaser held in front of him. 
The Klingon whod jumped him hadnt recovered from the attack quite as fast. He struggled to get to his knees and fumbled to pull his ray gun free from its holster. Kirk didnt give the Klingon time to level the deadly energy weapon. His phaser sang, bathed the alien in shimmering magenta, then clicked off after the predetermined duration of fire. The Klingon sank to the ground, stunned. 
A sizzling blast of energy burned away hair on the side of Kirks head. He dived again, moving, presenting as little a target to his attacker as possible. He sprawled on his belly, the pitiful hand phaser hardly a match for the more powerful and deadly ray guns used against him. 
Captain! shouted Chekov. To your right 
Kirk swung around and fired. The phaser beam licked across another Klingon, dropping him unconscious in his tracks. But the one with the ray gun continued to fire. The velvety surface of the road smoldered and burned with a sickening stench. The thick
black clouds from where it burned provided Kirk with enough cover to race for the position held by Chekov. He dived, his body level with the ground, and landed heavily. The air gusted from his lungs, but he had the time to suck the oxygen back into his maltreated body. Chekov stood over him, the ensigns hand phaser firing in precise bursts. 
What the hell happened? Kirk demanded. I left you alone for five minutes and you start a war. 
No, Captain, not us. Lt. Avitts began examining a building. She scraped off some material and performed analysis on it when Klingons came. We thought nothing of their presence until Kislath ordered them to kill us. 
Kislath! 
Yes, Captain. He carried a portable rack of ray guns and passed them out to his crew. He said something like, No more orders from a miserable coward. We do things right now. 
Mutiny again. Kalan is going to have his hands full with Kislath, if Kislath hasnt already killed to gain control of the Terror. 
Would a Klingon crew follow the man who had just murdered their captain? Chekov asked, stunned at the prospect. 
They would. They relish conflict. Promotions are as often done by assassination as by merit. In their eyes, a clever assassination is a mark of merit. One and the same. Im glad its not that way in the Federation Starfleet. 
So am I! exclaimed Chekov. He ducked as another ray blast ionized a trail millimeters above his head. 
We cant stay here much longer, Kirk said. Theyll have us in a cross fire if they can get to the top of that building. With only a hand phaser, we cant outgun them, either. Lets split up and get them firing in two directions, before they do that to us. Chekov,
Avitts, head toward that emerald green building. Set up a steady barrage so I can get down the street to the dull blue one. Ready, go! 
Kirk leaned around the low wall and began triggering his phaser in one-second bursts. The lambent energy danced off the buildings around the Klingons and forced them under cover. This allowed Chekov and Avitts to reach the shelter of the shining green structure. When they opened fire, Kirk crouched low and duck-walked, then ran all out for the other building. The street buckled under his feet from a too-close ray gun blast, but this speeded his flight. He stumbled the last few meters and landed flat on his belly, out of breath 
But his plan looked as if it was working. Avitts stunned one of the Klingons and, as another one moved to take a shot at her, Kirk lanced him with a phaser bolt. As the Klingons turned to meet this new danger, Chekov found target after target. Even with their superior arms, the Klingons had been outmaneuvered. 
Kirk saw Kislath motioning for his men to regroup. This was the last thing Kirk wanted. If they could be driven out of hiding, all of them could be gunned down. He set his phaser on detonate, took a deep breath, then heaved it like a hand grenade. It skittered across the soft pavement and bounced off the side of the building. 
The explosion rocked the entire city. The Klingons were flung out by the giant fist of the blast, stumbling, dazed, unsure of their orientation. Avitts and Chekov made quick work of them. 
Kirk lifted his communicator and buzzed Chekov. Ensign, are all the Klingons accounted for? 
Unknown, Captain. The Lieutenant and I counted nine. Normal Klingon squads number twelve. With Kislath, thats thirteen. As many as four are still loose. 
Kirk cursed under his breath. It didnt take a genius to figure out
he was now the weak link in the chain. Federation officers carried only a single phaserand his had been expended in one fiery blast. 
Ill try to rejoin you. And establish contact with the Enterprise, if you can; let Spock know whats happening down here. 
Captain, came Avitts clear voice, Ive tried. The ceiling of the city prevents outside contact. Im attempting to find one of Threllvon-das men and relay out a message. 
Good, he said. Ill be with you shortly. 
He replaced his communicator and surveyed the scene. The carnage wrought by his overload phaser attack struck him as totally incongruous. The blackened walls, the ripped apart street, the scattered bodies of the Klingons were totally out of place in this perfectly manicured city. He shook his head in wonder. The ancient metropolis was maintained better than most living, breathing, populated cities. 
Squinting, trying to detect any indication of the remaining four Klingons, Kirk witnessed something that made a cold lump form in the pit of his stomach. The walls of the building, once blistered and discolored from the phaser blast, slowly repaired themselves. Like a living being, the city mended itself. In less than a minute, the wall had returned to its pristine condition. Even the cavity blasted into the street had started to fill in, fixed as no human crew could ever accomplish in such a short time. 
The whole damned place is alive, he muttered. I wonder what it thinks about our shooting holes in it. 
He sprinted for the cover of the next building and the next and the next. He peered around a corner and waited. No sound reached his ears. Kirk rose and started to race for the protection of still another building when he smelled the telltale odor of a Klingon. Kirk froze, then relaxed, his muscles ready for instant action.
He moved a fraction of a second before the butt of a ray gun would have smashed his skull. He caught the blow on his shoulder. Pain seared along his nerves but he ignored it. The man grappled with his Klingon adversary. Caught off balance, the alien staggered backward. Kirks leg shot out in a circular sweeping action and pulled the Klingons legs out from under him. They landed heavily, Kirks elbows positioned directly over the Klingons stomach. The sound of air gushing from tortured lungs almost deafened Kirk. He punched a short, hard blow into an exposed chin, and the Klingon lay limp, knocked out. 
Kirk hefted the fallen ray gun, noting the unfamiliar feel. The powerful weapon could raze half this city, even if the city regenerated itself. The sound of two Klingons angrily whispering warned Kirk. He spun, fired from instinct and burned a hole through the corner of a nearby building. The shock wave from the blast knocked down both Klingons. 
Dont reach for your phasers, he warned them. Kirk pulled out his communicator and flipped it open. Avitts, Chekov, I have the last of the Klingons. Home in on my signal. Kirk out. He placed the activated communicator at his feet. His eyes never left the two aliens sprawled on the ground. 
A crunching noise caused by a heavy boot sole smashing his communicator caused Kirk to break concentration. He looked down the barrel of a heavy ray gun held competently in Kislaths hand. 
I wont shoot, Kirk. Not yet. I want the other two, also. 
We can negotiate, said Kirk, his mouth suddenly dry. Put your gun away and Ill let these two go. 
You use them as hostages? Hardly, Kirk, sneered Kislath. They mean nothing to me. If you kill them, all your leverage over me is gone. And if you are too weak to shoot, then you pose no threat at
all to them. Either way, you are dead, space scum. 
Kirk was looking straight into Kislaths cold eyes when he saw the Klingon stiffen, surprise masking his features. Kislath folded like an accordion, his dropped ray gun clacking dully on the pavement. 
Lt. Kislath exceeded his authority, said Kalan in measured tones. The Klingon captain held a phaser in his hand. His thumb worked restlessly on the trigger, as if he debated about repeatedly stunning his fallen officer. Several quick bursts of even the stunning ray would paralyze the heart, killing Kislath. 
Im glad you think so, breathed Kirk heavily. He straightened, but the ray gun barrel never deviated from the line of fire at the Klingon. 
That ray gun wont be required, Kirk. 
Its yours, anyway, Kirk said, tossing it to Kalan. The Klingon fielded it easily and tucked it into his belt. My two officers will be here in a few minutes. Dont get too nervous with your phaser. 
No, said Kalan, returning it to his belt. This attack was unprovoked. I monitored it and came as soon as I could. A squad loyal to me is picking up his men. They will be disciplined severely. 
Executed? 
Perhaps. Perhaps I will interrogate Kislath first. That would give me great pleasure. This upstart is after honor and fame at my expense. I cannot allow that. It constitutes mutiny. 
Such as youve already had, probed Kirk, wanting to keep the Klingon commander uneasy. 
Such is the life of any in the Space Service of the Empire. I survive. I am the fittest, the strongest, the smartest, the quickest. When I fail, another will take my place better suited to command. But it will not be him. The distaste in Kalans voice rang out loud and clear. He is the spawn of a first secretary and thinks he is destined
for my positionand more. Oh, yes, this gives me great pleasure. 
Kalan glanced up as Avitts and Chekov ran up, phasers in hand. Kirk motioned for them to hold their fire. 
Thank you, Captain. You saved me from having a hole drilled through my head by your first officer. 
I did you no favors. If I hadnt wanted him for my own reasons, I would have cheered him on. With that, Kalan turned and stalked off, head held arrogantly high. 

Three to beam up, Kirk said into the borrowed communicator. Kirk, Avitts and Chekov shimmered, then vanished from the face of Alnath II, to be reconstructed in the transporter room of the Enterprise. 
Im glad to see you, Jim, said McCoy worriedly. That machine is acting up again. Getting so the things more a menace than an aid, if it ever was that. 
Im glad to be back, too, Bones. But for different reasons. That transporter is one of the few things left in the universe I can rely on. He glanced at Lt. Kyle and wondered how truthful his statement really was. The transporter chief idly ran his fingers over a clay bust, forming and shaping his work rather than attending to the complex functioning of the transporter. 
Lt. Kyle, Kirk asked mildly, are you on duty? 
Yes, sir, he said, not paying that much attention to his commanding officer. 
Do you remember what I mentioned would happen to you if I caught you being the least bit inattentive to your postafter the first dereliction of duty? 
Uh, yes, sir, I do. But not to worry. Im watching everything closely. Isnt it nice, sir? he asked, pointing to his clay sculpture.
But theres something not quite right with the nose. Perhaps a little more clay to lengthen it. What do you think, sir? 
Carry on, Mr. Kyle. And Bones, Im happy the transporter worked right, too. Kirk and the others quickly went to the wardroom where the senior officers had already assembled. Spock called them to attention. 
Kirk eyed his first officer, noting the unmistakable tensing of the facial muscles when Spock saw Candra Avitts. The Vulcan fought down his emotionalism and said, Welcome aboard, Captain. 
Thank you, Mr. Spock. Please be seated, all of you. Kirk remained on his feet, studying them. Some paid him rapt attention while others obviously wished to be elsewhere following their own pursuits. Kirk noted that there was no correlation between those he considered to be the most capable in their posts and their current attentionor inattention. Scotty nervously shifted back and forth in his chair, as if the seat had been electrically wired and gave him constant shocks. Kirk guessed his chief engineer wanted to return to the engine room and squeeze another few ergs from the warp drive. 
Lt. Avitts, report on the city, ordered Kirk. He sat and leaned back in his chair. He listened with only half a mind; the other half turned over factors, put them together, tested them and pulled them apart in a vain attempt to get to the bottom of the mystery facing the Enterprise. 
The woman reported concisely, accurately and in detail. She left out nothing of importance and included a myriad details of inconsequence, realizing that none of them knew what might give the vital clue. 
Thank you, Lieutenant. As you have just heard, this city Threllvon-da has discovered is unique. Mr. Spock, has anything like it ever been discovered on any other planet?
Negative, Captain. However, Threllvon-da wrote a research paper several years ago on the possibility of a culture building a city similar to this. Certain details vary, but it is essentially the one outlined in the report. 
Self-repairing, sensuous, silent, all those were included? Kirk asked. 
Yes, Captain, all those. But the brilliant colors of the actual buildings were not mentioned at that time nor was the spiderweb construction. There is some indication that the buttressing used is purely ornamental. From Lt. Avitts tricorder readings, Spock said, his voice catching so slightly only Kirk noticed it, the buildings themselves are more than adequately strong to support their mass. They are constructed of a Canfield-type piezoelectric material, weak until an appropriate electrical current is run through it. It then becomes stronger than steel until the current is turned off. This is a fascinating application of an effect long known to our science. 
So those buildings have a continuous electric charge running through them? asked Kirk, intrigued. 
Put crudely, yes, replied Spock. 
Where does the power come from? After thousands of years, any generator known to our science would have broken down. 
Unknown, Captain, admitted Spock. 
Then its possible that whatever supplies the energy for the buildings might also supply the power for the force field acting upon us? 
Possible, but unlikely. I have conducted a painstaking search and have discovered nothing. It is as if the energy used by the city is being created from... nothing. 
Impossible, scoffed McCoy. You cant get something for nothing. Thats one of the laws of thermodynamics.
Unscientifically stated, but yes, Doctor, that is true. 
Youre admitting, then, that you know nothing about what is down there on the planet? demanded McCoy. 
You know that already. I have scrutinized Alnath and discovered less than Threllvon-da. How he has managed to do so much in such a short time is nothing less than a tribute to his genius. 
Miracles, Spock? I didnt think you believed in them. Arent they just like luck? taunted McCoy. Kirk settled in his chair and tented his fingers in front of his lips, watching the byplay between his two friends. He knew he should stop it, yet something inside kept him silent. 
I dont believe in anything that cannot be scientifically verified through experimentation. Some aspects of science are of dubious nature but must be accepted because they present the simplest possible explanation. I hold them to be workable theories until other, newer, more comprehensive ones are formulated. 
Try this one on for size, said McCoy. This still-unknown force acts outward from the core of the planet. It affects humans, Andorians, Klingons and Vulcans in different ways due to differences in their physiologies. We humans tend toward whimsical pursuits, the Andorians become absorbed in their work, Klingons become more aggressive and Vulcans, McCoy said, pausing dramatically, Vulcans are killed by this force. 
An interesting speculation, Dr. McCoy, said Spock in a cool, level voice. But it fails to take into account my continued existence. I feel fit. This mysterious field of yours has not harmed me. 
Thats because youre a half-breed, Spock. Youre neither fish nor fowl. Youre in between. Youre what happened when the horse snuck into the donkeys stall. 
Enough, Doctor, said Kirk briskly. We are not here to provide
an in-depth analysis by way of analogy to Mr. Spocks genes. There appear to be more questions raised by your conjecture than are answered. What exactly happened to the Vulcans? Remember the situation. No marks of physical violence, the autopsies revealed no malfunctioning of any vital organs, no dearth of enzymes or amino acids or other bodily chemicals. They simply... died. 
McCoy shrugged and sat back. All I was saying is that being a half-breed probably saved Spock from the same fate. Nothing else. 
Kirk watched Spock straining, fighting to hold back a retort. This anger was unlike the Vulcan. The emotional, human side of the man boiled to the surface again, raging at the racial slurs heaped upon him by McCoy. Spock gripped the edge of the table so hard that Kirk wondered if his powerful grip might actually leave fingerprints in the surface. As he watched, Kirk saw Mr. Spock relax by force of his own will. 
I will consider your comments, Dr. McCoy, Spock said in a calm voice. Of all those at the table, only Kirk realized the effort Spock put into sounding at ease. 
Very well. Well go from department to department checking on the status of the Enterprise. Mr. Scott, the engines are 
Battle stations! blared the intercom. Battle stations! The Klingons are firing on us! 
Kirk raced for the turbo-elevator, his heart in his throat and adrenaline pumping.
Chapter Nine
Captains Log: Stardate 4737.1
The Enterprise has sustained minor damage from the Klingon attack. Deflector screens are holding; phaser banks are fully charged, waiting for my command to attack. Although the attack was unprovoked, I am hesitant to return fire. The Organian Peace Treaty must be preserved at all costs or the resulting interstellar war will devastate uncountable planets. The Klingons must be stopped here at Alnath IIpeacefully.
Status report, Mr. Sulu, Kirk demanded as he made his way to the command seat. Never before had that throne seemed so high and imposing to him. He and he alone dictated the course of the next few minutes. A proper decision meant safety for the Enterprise and its crew. A mistake meant death.
And war.
Klingons are increasing the attack, sir, said the helmsman. I have ordered the screens to full deflection, but theyre weakening. 
Engineering, report. 
Aye, Captain, came Scotts voice. Were puttin in as much power as we can to the screens. The radiation levels risin, risin much too fast.
Estimates, Scotty. 
We canna survive moren ten minutes at this rate, Capn! 
Kirk flicked off the intercom and stared at the viewscreen. The sight of the Klingon vessel firing its phaser batteries angered him. He wanted to lash out, to return fire, to test the potency of the Enterprises weapons against the massiveness of the Terror. 
What was it Kalan had said? That it would be an interesting test to pit a heavy cruiser against a dreadnought. 
He slammed his fist against the armrest of the command seat. He couldnt fight. He dare not open fire. The Enterprise might outmaneuver the Klingon ship but it couldnt outrun or outfight it. The limitations of his hardware made that apparent. 
Captain, awaiting your order to fire, Sulu said, anxiously. His finger poised over the phaser trigger button. 
Dont, Mr. Sulu, not yet. Mr. Spock, have you analyzed the Klingon phaser beam frequency yet? 
They have tunable phasers and have found the single frequency at which our deflector shield is weakest. 
Can we tune the screen and get away from that particular frequency? Can you give us another few minutes? 
Certainly, Captain, but that is futile. We might as well lower the screens and allow them to destroy us. The defeat and sorrow in Spocks voice made Kirk spin around. 
Mr. Spock, we will not commit suicide. 
But, Captain, thats what youre doing! cried Sulu. 
Give the order to open fire. We may not be able to destroy them, but lets go out fighting 
Make them regret the day they fired on us! came another voice. And still another on the far side of the bridge said, Filthy Klingons
dont deserve a clean phaser death. Should let them all breathe vacuum! 
Silence! bellowed Kirk, his face reddening. I will not hear any such talk on my bridge. I am in command of this starship, and its safety is entrusted to me and me alone. Is that clear? 
A few grumblings came. Kirk spun around and snapped, Mr. Sulu, you will resume your position as helmsman. Mr. Chekov, plot a course around the curvature of the planet to get us out from under the Klingons guns. Mr. Sulu, execute the course immediately. And dammit, keep your finger off the phaser controls! 
The screens have been retuned, Captain, came Spocks voice. The Vulcan sounded as if he would cry at any instant. But I fear its a lost cause. They can retune to match our change. Were lost. Defeatism rang from his words. 
Mr. Spock, I need you, said Kirk earnestly. Dont do this to me. Get a hold of yourself. He almost wished for the cold-bloodedly emotionless robot again. In a crisis situation such as this, that would be better than a whimpering, cowed first officer. 
Captain, you just dont understand, said Spock, his eyes filling with tears. Theyre too powerful! Theyll destroy us. 
Kirk slapped him across the face. The stinging slap sounded like a beam breaking under stress. The Vulcan lifted his hand to his injured face, the tears obvious on his cheeks now. Kirk slapped him again. 
Get mad, Spock, he snarled. Get mad at me. Hate me, threaten me, do something! I need you! Kirk slapped Spock again. This produced the desired results. 
Steely fingers gripped Kirks wrist and held his hand easily just millimeters away from its target. 
Do that again and Ill break your arm.
Good, Spock, now get mad at them! If you have to be emotional, I want you reacting with usable emotions, emotions that wont get us all killed. 
Spocks lips thinned as he fought to keep from striking back, from screaming, from raging emotionally. As he watched, Kirk saw the veil of total logic slip back over the Vulcan. He eased the death grip on Kirks wrist and nodded. 
Very well, Captain, if that is what you wish. He pivoted and went back to his computer console, busily working to find the frequencies least dangerous to the Enterprise from the Klingon attack. 
Kirk heaved a deep sigh. He felt the entire bridge rebelling against him. Every single officer reacted differently. Spock ran the gamut of emotions before sinking into his all-too-Vulcan facade of pure logic. Chekov obviously strained to keep from repeating the same mistake hed made earlier. Kirk nodded in approval. Chekovs hands might tremble every time they passed near the phaser firing control, but he didnt relent and disobey orders. Sulu sulked. He did his job with lackluster movements, as if reluctant to flee from the Klingons. Others on the bridge shared these sentiments. 
Kirk heard one of the engineering officers mutter, Turning tail and running. Never thought Id see it. 
Lt. Uhura, said Kirk, sure that his officers were doing their jobs, if under duress, open hailing frequencies to the Terror. I want to speak with Kalan. 
Aye, aye, sir, said the woman, the tone of her voice indicating she preferred to fight rather than talk with the Klingons. 
Kirk settled back, his eyes darting around the bridge. 
The immediate danger had abated. The Enterprise had increased its orbital speed and put more of Alnaths atmosphere between it and the Klingon ship. The beam attenuation robbed the powerful
phasers of their sting, at least to the point where the deflector screens handled the punishment. 
You surrender? came the harsh tones of a Klingon. 
Id see the person to whom Im speaking, said Kirk stonily. The screen flowed and solidified. Kirk straightened in his seat, nodding slowly now that he understood the situation. 
Yes, Kirk. I am the new captain of the Terror, said Kislath. I have disposed of the weakling who commanded this fine vessel before me. Will you surrender? It would be a great coup for the Empire to display your struck colors in our Hall of Honor. 
I hadnt intended to surrender, Kislath. Especially to an upstart like you. Let me speak with Kalan. Or some ranking officer, not a vacuum-brained coward. 
Coward? screamed Kislath. The Klingon turned and barked an order. Kirk noticed the red lights flaring all over the Enterprises bridge. The attack had been doubled, tripled, quadrupled in ferocity. Well see who is the coward, Kirk. You will crawlseconds before we turn your ship into molten liquid. 
Mr. Sulu, increase orbital speed and compensate for increased angular momentum using the artificial gravity. He felt himself being swung around by centrifugal force due to a higher speed while maintaining the same altitude above the planet. Sulu quickly balanced the forces and returned the ship to its Earth normal gravity. 
Mr. Chekov, keep the Klingon ship on the horizon. This puts the maximum amount of atmosphere between them and us while keeping them in sight. I dont want them sneaking around and coming head on at us. 
Aye, aye, sir, said Chekov, warming to the cat-and-mouse chase. What should I tell phaser crews?
Maintain battle alert, nothing more. Ill have the crew members ears on a plate if anyone fires without my order. 
Spock came up and said, The deflector screens are hooked into the computer. A Klingon phaser blast will be analyzed and the computer will appropriately alter the frequency to present the maximum possible defense. 
Very good, Spock. Write it up and well give it to Starfleet Command to counter future Klingon attacks. 
It was the logical outgrowth of the situation, Captain. 
Logical? smiled Kirk. Yes, I suppose it was. Right now, Ive got to convince Kislath that he doesnt really want to blow the Enterprise to atoms. 
A problem with diminishing probability of solution, said Spock. 
Only if you run it through a computer, Mr. Spock. Kislaths weaknesses arent the ones likely to mean much to a machine. And thats what Im counting on. Kirks mind turned over the idea forming to examine each and every facet. Finally, he said to his first officer, Any further data obtained about the force acting on Alnath? 
Negative, Captain. If we cannot register this force on our instruments, we cannot measure it. Therefore, we know nothing about it. 
Youre wrong, Spock. Or rather, youre not watching the right instruments. Ive got a good reading on one right now. Lt. Uhura, open channel to the Terror. Hurry. 
The viewscreen flowed into the swarthy face of Kislath. He sneered as he said, You surrender now or do you wish to hide like cowards for a short while longer? 
I tire of dealing with subordinates. Put on a senior officer so I can talk to him. 
Kirk watched the anger flare on Kislaths face. Spock said quietly,
Is it in our best interest to antagonize the Klingon? His vessel is the stronger and faster. 
Im just taking an instrument reading, Mr. Spock, Louder, for Kislath to hear, If one isnt available, then call your sanitation engineer. I want to order him to remove your garbage-carcass from the bridge of such a fine ship. 
I will destroy you! screamed Kislath, pounding his fists on a table in front of him as he half-rose. I will... The sentence fell off into incoherence as he sputtered angrily. 
You tire me with your petulance. If you want to remove me, why dont we meet in a duel of honor on Alnaths surface? Assuming that a child like you has any honor, of course. Do you? 
You challenge, I accept! Any weapons! In one hour in the underground city. Kislaths finger stabbed out and the circuit was broken. 
Do you wish me to open another hailing frequency, Captain? asked Uhura. 
That wont be necessary. I think I got the message loud and clear. Mr. Spock, status report. 
The Terror has ceased firing. 
Very good. Mr. Sulu, position us directly over the Andorian camp once again. I have to prepare for a little meeting with our Klingon friend. You have the conn, Mr. Spock. 
The officers on the bridge were silent as they watched their captain enter the turbo-elevator. 

Dont be a fool, Jim. That Klingon will chop you into goose liver, said McCoy angrily. 
You appear to have a low opinion of your old captain, said Kirk, smiling. I know what Im doing. Kislath has mutinied. If Kalan is
still alive, Kislaths position may shift for the worse. If not, well, were in no worse shape for my meeting him down on Alnath. 
We are! shouted McCoy. You can get yourself killed. Dont throw your life away like this. That backstabbing Klingon practices being sneaky. Its part of his way of life. You cant compete with him in a duel. 
I have to, if we want to maintain our position in the Alnath system, said Kirk, sobering. The Terror is too powerful a ship. If wed returned fire, theyd have seen that as sufficient cause to blow us out of the sky. 
They tried to do that anyway, without all these high-falutin theories of yours. Youre beginning to sound like Spock. 
How is that, Doctor? came the Vulcans cold question. Fire burned in Spocks eyes. Kirk felt the raging anger like an open plasma torch. The Vulcan had flipped over again and operated on a purely emotional basis. He had to move to defuse this confrontation before one of his friends said or did something they would later regret. 
Mr. Spock, is all in readiness? 
Yes, Captain. I feel we should train the ships batteries on you in case of treachery. We can devastate the Klingon camp and all within it at an instants notice. 
No, Spock. This is a duel. While Starfleet Command might frown on one of its captains participating, it isnt illegal. If I win, we have prevented a war. If I lose, at least the Enterprise is still capable of fighting. 
We need you, Jim, said McCoy earnestly. Without you this ship is little more than a pile of nuts and bolts. You hold it together. 
Kirk laughed nervously. You overestimate my role, Bones. While
the Enterprise isnt ranking high on the efficiency scale right now, it is the best ship with the best crew in the entire fleet. Im the one privileged to be captain; its not the other way around. Kirk put his hand on McCoys shoulder and said, Sometimes I think peace is only war in disguise. Its my duty to get us through this. 
You appear to know something that we do not, Captain, said Spock, all trace of anger gone. The cold tone of his statement told Kirk his science officer was still on the emotional seesaw. Have you discerned the true nature of the force acting in this system? 
Lets say Ive approached the problem in a different way than you have, Spock. Instead of trying to figure out scientifically what the force is, Ive accepted its existence and have tried to figure out how to use it to my advantage. I just hope my empirical approach works. He cinched up his belt, checking his phaser and communicator. Has Threllvon-da been informed of my arrival? 
He was disinterested, Captain, said Spock. His full attention is on the city. Unless the sun goes nova, he couldnt care less what happens around him. 
And, added McCoy, the only reason the sun going nova would bother him is that it would cost him his precious city. 
Just as well, Kirk said, taking a deep breath to settle his nerves. Now that the time of the duel was at hand, he began to feel jittery. He rubbed his hands together and said, Time for me to go. You have your orders. I expect you to obey them to the letter. Do I make myself clear? 
Both men nodded, Spock curtly and McCoy reluctantly. 
Good. Beam me down. He moved to the center of one of the transporter disks and waited. The field gripped him and threw the disassembled atoms across space to rebuild him on Alnath II. 
He came out of the transporter beam in a crouch, his hand resting
on his phaser. Only the wind howled across the deserted plain. He pulled out his communicator and spoke softly, Kirk to Enterprise. No one in sight. What do the life sensor readings say? 
The Klingon is in the city. He transported directly underground a few minutes ahead of you, came Spocks imperturbable voice. 
Ill drop in on him using a rope. Theres one nearby. Kirk out. He went and fastened one end of the rope around a nearby stake driven into the ground. He tugged on the rope to insure its security, then kicked out and slid down until he dangled a few meters above the street level. Hanging, turning slowly, Kirk used his aerial vantage point to reconnoiter. 
He saw Kislath immediately. The Klingon crouched behind a low wall, ray gun in hand, waiting for Kirk to come by. This wasnt intended to be a duel; it was planned as an execution, if Kirk allowed it. 
The factor Kirk had been hoping for entered the equation. Kalan still lived. The Klingon captain also moved silently through the underground city, a phaser in his hand. If Kirk played the game properly, he could set the two against each other and bide his time. He slid the rest of the way to the city street and crouched, waiting, plotting. Secure in his knowledge of Kislaths hiding place and of the course Kalan took through the city, he set off. 
A major intersection provided all the space Kirk needed to prepare his trap. He dropped onto his belly and sighted along the top of his phaser at a point just centimeters above where Kalans head would appear. The instant the black-haired head poked around the corner, Kirk fired. 
And he immediately backed off, stood and ran down the street. He cut down a side street and prepared another trap. He knew now that Kalan stalked him.
Kislath, you lover of lorks, Ill rip out your liver and devour it, shouted the angry Klingon. Kirk waited. Do you hear me, Kislath? Marooning me in this city is treason. Mutiny! 
Kirk fired again to keep the Klingon commander interested. He didnt retreat after firing, however. He had studied Klingon psychology for many hours, trying to fathom the way they thought, how they acted and reacted. Together with a computer analysis of the most likely move from Kalan, Kirk had a better than fifty-fifty chance of outguessing the Klingon. 
Only a slight noise betrayed Kalan. He had spoken loudly, trying to bait the man he thought to be Kislath, then hastened to circle, sure that his quarry would attempt retreating again. Kirk retraced his path down the side street and continued toward Kislaths position. This cat-and-mouse hunting stimulated him. He pitted himself against two Klingons, not just one. The adrenaline flowed and brought him heightened awareness. For the first time in months, he truly lived. The soldier in him was allowed free expression, free action. 
He enjoyed being a soldier. He had been trained as extensively for war as he had for peace; it was required of all Academy cadets. He vented his killing urges easily now that he lured Kalan into the jaws of Kislaths trap. 
But this wasnt what he intended. Almost sorrowfully, he cut off the street and pressed himself flat into a peculiarly shaped doorway. He heard the cat-soft padding of Kalans boots on the velvety material of the street. 
Kislath, you spawn of dishonored fools, do battle with me! 
Kirk fired his phaser and bounced one of the violet beams off the top of the wall behind Kislath. The Klingon believed Kalan sighted in on him.
Kislath dived from behind the wall, his ray gun purring a deadly song. The intense beam of energy darted wildly as he changed positions. Smoking, blackened sections of street and building remained as reminders of the Klingons treachery. 
Kalan never noticed Kirks weaker hand phaser firing. 
He was too intent on Kislath. He darted out into the street and rested his phaser on his left forearm for steadier firing. Shot after shot dogged Kislaths heels. Finally, one of the beams connected and sent the mutineer stumbling. 
Seeing this, Kirk acted. He circled to the side of the building, his back flat against the wall as he moved. The electric field soothed him, reassured him. For a moment, he forgot about his mission, then pulled away from the seductive building to see the tableau formed in the center of the street. Kislath held out his ray gun, poised to fire. Kalan held his phaser aimed directly at his first officer. Neither of them moved, as if assessing the others probability of success. 
Youre not Kirk, said Kislath finally. Did he send you to do his killing? 
I do my own, Kalan said hotly. I need no Federation weakling to aid me in dispensing justice. 
Kirk saw Kislaths finger tightening around the trigger of his ray gun. He fired, stunning Kislath. But the shock of the phaser beam striking him produced a convulsive jerk that caused the ray gun to fire. His shot went off target, but not by much. Kalan screamed in pain and collapsed to the street. 
Kirk rushed to Kislath, kicked aside the ray gun and saw that his aim had been true. The Klingon was unconscious. Turning to Kalan, he saw a wound that sickened him. Kalan writhed in pain, a hole as large as a fist punched through his side.
You did this, Kirk. You set us against one another, accused Kalan. 
You did it all to yourselves. I challenged him to a duel on the planet, but I didnt know you were still alive. When I found out, I only used you to prevent him from destroying the Enterprise. 
Your damned Enterprise, gasped Kalan. But I understand. With pain wracking his features, he looked up into Kirks eyes. Silent communication flowed. The two came as close to understanding each other as they ever would. They shared duty above all else. Then the rapport faded as Kalan doubled over in pain. 
Let me get you some medical help, Kirk offered, flipping open his communicator. Kirk to Enterprise. Beam down McCoy on the double. Full alien med-kit. One of the Klingons is seriously injured. He flipped shut the lid of the communicator before any aboard the ship protested. 
I want none of your alien medicine doctors. They are all butchers. 
Many on my vessel say the same about all Klingons, said Kirk mildly. Just relax and youll be all right. That energy beam cauterized the wound. Youre in no danger of bleeding to death. 
Shock, muttered Kalan. systemic shock is setting in. I must... kill him first. 
Kislath? 
Of course, Kislath! You fool. He marooned me in this city. I lost command of my ship because of him. He wont live to gloat. He must die. Drag me close enough so that I can strangle him with my own hands. 
Youre not strong enough, Kirk said, stalling for time. He knew it would be only a few more minutes before McCoy arrived with the med-kit.
Ill shove my phaser against his heart and fire it until he dies. I care not how he dies, as long as he dies! Kalan started crawling toward the unconscious Kislath. Kirk marveled at the determination locked in the Klingons body. The pain had to be excruciating, and yet he continued to move slowly, a few centimeters at a time, toward his enemy. 
Kislath stirred, fighting the effects of Kirks phaser. 
Kill him, kill him! cried Kalan. Promise me you will kill him if I die before I can reach him. 
Kirk aimed his phaser again and the beam struck Kislath squarely in the chest. The Klingon fell heavily to the pavement, stunned again. 
Good, sighed Kalan, thinking his first officer had died. I may go to my ancestors with honor now. He sank to the velvety pavement, a grim smile on his lips. 
A shimmering column of energy appeared a few meters away. Medical help had arrived. 

Im a doctor, not a veterinarian, Jim, stormed McCoy. How am I supposed to piece together something that looks like that? He pointed to the supine body of the Klingon on his operating table. 
And all this time I thought you knew everything, Bones. Youre shaking my confidence in you. The next time I have a wart, Ill ask MBenga to remove it. 
The next time you have a wart, Ill make sure the virus eats you alive, said McCoy, glaring at Kirk. What is it you expect me to do with him? 
I just want to get him patched up so you can ship him back to the Terror. 
An autopsy would be easier. Hes pretty far gone. Look at the respiration
respiration. Almost zero. Heart rate is too slow. Metabolism is fouled up. Those enzymes arent supposed to be there. Id bet the south forty on that. McCoy peered at the readout on his operating table console, trying to figure out what should be normal and what was indicative of major injury. This is probably okay, he said, tapping his knuckle against the left slide-indicator. 
As you say, Doctor. Do what you can. 
This is collaboration with the enemy, grumbled McCoy. Nurse Chapel, get my instruments in here. 
Which ones, Doctor? she asked sweetly. The computer-driven ones or your hand-held ones? 
My computer ones, for Petes sake. Whats wrong with you, Nurse? Cant you see that the slightest error will mean a death on my operating table? I cant risk a mistake using a museum piece. 
He mumbled as he set up the sterile field over Kalans midsection. Strong fingers probed and caused the readouts above the operating table to bounce. 
Hes strong, Jim. I may be able to do something for him. Nurse, inject ten cc.s of ACTH and see if cortisone levels rise. If not, hit him with as strong a dose of cordrazine as you can get into an injector. 
Yes, Doctor. 
Kirk stood back and watched them operate. McCoy fought his suspicion of all mechanical devices and relied heavily on his computer-assisted surgical tools. The man was too caught up in the surgery to notice any change in his own behavior. Kirk breathed easier when he realized that McCoy was going to save Kalan. 
This is incredible, McCoy said, digging in the cavity of Kalans chest. Record this, Nurse. Amygdala in chest cavity, function unknown. Aliphatic compounds being analyzed by the computer
now. Mucus obstruent, cleaning with low suction. Some tissue reaction caused by epedaphic... 
Dr. McCoy, are you healing him or stripping him to sell the spare parts? asked Kirk. I want him talking as soon as possible. The Terror still doesnt know we have both Kalan and Kislath aboard. I cant keep them in the dark much longer. 
Im hurrying, Im hurrying. But if I rush too much, Ill have to carve another notch in the leg of my operating table. Anabolic protoplaser. Im closing now. He took the slender instrument and applied it to the wound. A buzzing sound filled the room as he slowly pulled the sides of the wound together and speeded their healing. Too much skin lost from the ray gun to pull the wound entirely together. Bring me some plastiskin, Nurse. 
A roll of the artificial skin was slapped into the doctors hand. He pulled off a few square centimeters and covered the gaping hole in the Klingons side. This is against my better judgment. Might be rejection due to differences in body chemistry. 
Do it, Bones. I need him awake. 
All right. Spot welding skin. Low energy pulsed laser. Nurse Chapel wheeled the power supply closer, and McCoy concentrated on burning tiny holes in the skin and melting the plastiskin into them. In a few minutes, the once ugly hole in Kalans chest had been closed. Only the paleness of his normally swarthy face betrayed the seriousness of his injury. 
You shouldnt talk with him for forty-eight hours, said McCoy, but I know that a mere doctors advice is not worth a pile of peanut shells around here. Five cc.s of benjisidrineand some tri-ox to help his breathing. Dont keep him longer than five minutes, Jim. This isnt doctors advice, its common sense. Hell be very weak. 
Hell be spitting fire, declared Kirk. And he was right. In less
than a minute, Kalan came out of his drug-induced coma. 
What right have your to bring me aboard your ship? he demanded. 
Im sorry now I fixed him up, said McCoy sardonically. I shouldve performed that autopsy after all. The Stellar Medical Association would have been interested in his innardsin a glass jar. Theyre even weirder than Spocks. 
Kirk silenced the doctor with a glance, then turned to Kalan. You are going to be all right, at least until we can get you back to your own doctors aboard the Terror. 
Your concern for me is touching, Kalan sneered. 
We have mutual concerns. 
The Klingon stared at Kirk for a moment, then asked, Why didnt you return fire when Kislath attacked your ship? Ive have fought. 
Were peaceful and cannot easily be provoked into breaking the peace treaty. Kirk ignored the contemptuous snort. As long as that treaty is in force, we are not enemies. Are you tracking that? We are not enemies. 
Our aims conflict on this planet. We both want topaline. We shall have it. 
We dont want the ore. Our reasons for being here are as previously stated: we must defend our citizens. 
Pah! 
The Vulcans died. Seventy-two of them. The Federation cant allow their deaths to go unexplained. 
We did not do it. We know nothing of it. 
Im forced to believe you. The testimony of Threllvon-da and the other Andorians in his archaeological party support that. No evidence exists that you have the technology to kill tracelessly.
If we had such a weapon we would have used it long ago, said Kalan. We are not ones to allow weapons technology to languish. Such advances are field tested at the earliest possible time. 
There is that warlike propensity on your part. Kirk sighed. But were not arguing. I dont believe you had any part in killing the Vulcans. Your actions since then have been less than peaceful, but this can be attributed to Kislath, I feel. My report to Starfleet Command will indicate that. 
Why are you doing this? You could excoriate all Klingons, yet you choose to lay blame on only one. You have the reason for a just war in your grasp. Why do you not take it? 
No war is just, Kalan. We fight only in self-defense. If even a single Federation citizen is threatened, this is reason enough for all to join in war. But that provocation has to be great. 
Weaklings, sneered Kalan. 
You think so. We have differing philosophies of behavior. We have different goals, different ways of attaining them. But that doesnt mean we have to be adversaries. Negotiation is better for both sides rather than all-out interstellar war. 
Kalan snorted loudly and lounged back on the table. 
Allow me to contact my ship. I wish to transfer as quickly as possible. I do not want such weakness contaminating my mind. 
Kirk nodded to McCoy, who injected a sedative into the Klingons arm. In seconds, the tenseness faded from Kalans face. He slept. 
Like watching a rabid dog go to sleep, isnt it? said McCoy. I put enough strelamine into him to keep him quiet for at least eight hours. 
Good. That gives us time. Kirk left the sick bay, his mind leaping ahead to what he must do.
Chapter Ten
Captains Log: Stardate 4738.3 
The Klingon guards have boarded the Enterprise. Their doctors are obviously torn between moving Kalan and having him die, and allowing him to remain aboard an enemy vessel. The need for their commander seems to have won out. They have posted a close watch over him in the sick bay, much to Dr. McCoys disgust. He is lodging a formal complaint over this invasion of his territory. 
Kalan continues to heal rapidly. He will be able to return to the Terror shortly. But before then, we must conclude negotiations for peaceful occupation and joint cooperation on Alnath II. 
Kirk walked into the sick bay flanked by Spock and Chekov. They passed the dour Klingon guards, who had their hands resting on their phasers, suspicious of anyone passing near their convalescing captain. 
I see you are doing much better, Captain Kalan, said Kirk. Both Spock and Chekov stood a half-pace behind him and to either side. Kirk disliked the need for such pomposity, but dealing with Kalan demanded it. If the Klingon even suspected weakness, he would not
compromise on any point. Kirk had to maintain the facade of peaceful superiority, and having an honor guard attend him was part of the trappings. 
I will leave this pitiful ship soon, Kirk. My doctors say they will be better able to serve me aboard the Terror. 
No doubt. But you must admit we have an extensive sick bay here. Nothing but top-of-the-line equipment and personnel to use it. 
Kirk saw the grudging respect on Kalans face. This was only one indication the Klingon commander had a way to go before complete recovery. If he had been totally fit, hed have shielded that envy of the sophisticated medical equipment and hurled back a scathing insult. Kirk decided the time was ripe for pressing the negotiations. 
Since you will be returning to your own ship soon, lets complete our negotiations concerning Alnath II. 
There is nothing to negotiate. We demand mining rights to the topaline. All mining rights. 
Other mineral rights, too? asked Spock mildly. This is a virgin planet, for all intents and purposes. The prior race left it remarkably pristine, a variety of useful deposits under the surface. 
We dont need a geological survey, Vulcan. We know what is there and the Empire claims it. 
Do you mind if we continue to study the city? An archaeological study hardly impedes your own mining operation, if mining is your goal. 
A few bones and leftover cities dont impress us, Kalan sneered. We need the topaline for our life-support systems. Kirk shrugged, as if the matter were closed. Kalan continued, When I return to the Terror, I expect Lt. Kislath to accompany me. 
Kislath? asked Kirk with mock surprise. But thats out of the
question. He had the temerity to attack a Federation vessel on a peaceful mission. Unless the Klingon Empire wishes to take the full blame for his acts, we must hold him as an individual criminal. 
He is scum, agreed Kalan, but he is our scum. We will deal with him as we see fit. No weakling Federation ship filled with half-breeds and fools can mete out justice to one of our soldiers. 
You have little choice in the matter, Captain, pointed out Spock, his eyes flashing angrily. Kislath fired on the Enterprise, he attempted to murder the captain, his actions are contralegal in many ways. We cannot allow him to return to his home planet light-years away. Justice must be served. 
It will be, said Kalan coldly. Vulcan, you come close to realizing how we punish criminals. If it werent for the cowardly streak running through you, youd make a fine Klingon. When we punish, we punish. Kislath has committed crimes against the Empire. The other charges are ridiculous and trivial. 
Not trivial, Captain, said. Kirk. Were keeping Kislath. Hell be brought to trial at Starbase Sixteen when we return, and from the evidence of our recordings, he should be convicted. Hell be duly sentenced and probably spend the rest of his life on a prison asteroid. 
Prison asteroid? Thats all? Weaklings! Kislath is a soldier of the Empire. Punish him properly. Dont put him away to molder like some animal. Give him a fitting death. Painful, yes, he should pay for his crimes, but put him to death. For honors sake! 
Kirk suppressed a smile creeping onto his lips. This was the first time he had seen Kalan truly shocked. The facade of superiority had cracked, and now the Klingon reacted honestly. Kirk shook his head slowly, appraising the alien lying on the bed. The differences in their philosophies were almost insurmountable, but he had to not
only see the universe through Kalans eyes now, he had to be able to use that insight against the Klingon. Diplomacy, after all, was the art of doing and saying the nastiest things in the nicest possible way. 
We have our own code. For instance, stealing artifacts from an archaeological site before the scientists have examined them ranks as a high crime. 
Chekov moved against Kirks elbow. Kirk silenced the ensign with a quick hand gesture. Kalans face paled slightly, another sign he was less than totally healed. 
What do you mean by that? 
Threllvon-da tells me that artifacts were removed from the pyramid before our arrival. He claims that the Vulcans werent responsible even though they entered the chamber before him. 
And what do these allegedly stolen artifacts look like? 
Come, come, Kalan. We both know. The few baubles might not seem to be worth much, but to a scientist they are. For example, I find it difficult to believe they might be worth as much as mining concessions for topaline. Or the return of an officer suspected of high crimes and treason. 
You are blackmailing me, Kirk, said Kalan in a low voice. Your own foolish laws cannot allow this, and my honor demands that I not give in. 
Nonsense, Kalan. How can I blackmail youunless you are the one responsible for stealing those artifacts? Unless you have them aboard the Terror? 
Perhaps the Klingon archaeologists were merely studying them, suggested Spock. Such an exchange of knowledge might be considered valuable in diplomatic circles. A coup in the cause of interstellar peace and understanding. 
Yes, Mr. Spock, thats quite possible. But we know they would be
more than willing to return all theyve taken after the examination was over. Kirk studied Kalans face as the Klingon commander fought with the dilemma facing him. 
If Kirk had been a mind reader, he wouldnt have been better able to see the conflict. Kalan, on the one hand, wanted Kislath back. The former first officer had plotted mutiny, had tried to kill his commander, had disobeyed direct orders and, in some way Kirk didnt understand, was tied into the power structure back in the heart of the Klingon Empire. A triumph over Kislath gave a major political victory to Kalan. 
But to get the miscreant back, Kalan had to admit stealing artifacts from the ebony pyramid. Whatever those artifacts were, they resided safely in the Klingon vessel. They were valuable in and of themselves. Their intrinsic worth paled next to admitting he had stolen the baubles. Kirk and Spock had given a slight opening that might be turned to benefit, if he played this hand to its logical conclusion. 
Yes, said Kalan slowly, my scientists are examining the jewel taken from the pyramid. It appeared to be the only item worthy of our study, after a cursory examination of the pyramids main chamber. 
Then you had no real intention of keeping this jewel? said Kirk, learning for the first time what had been removed. 
Of course not. What use are pretty trinkets to a Klingon? Pain etched Kalans features; not the pain of physical discomfort, but the pain caused by yielding to beings he considered inferior. I believe the jewel can be brought over at the same time Kislath is transferred back to the Terror. 
I see no problem with this. Do you, Mr. Spock? 
None, Captain.
See to it, then. And Dr. McCoy, is your patient fit enough to transport back to his ship? 
He can transport into the heart of the sun for all I care. 
The feeling is mutual, butcher of men, snapped Kalan. McCoy bit back a retort as the Klingon gestured imperiously to his guards to wheel him from the room and to the transporter. 
Good riddance, the doctor said as Kirk left. The captain turned and smiled. He hurried down the hall to overtake the Klingon party. Ensign Chekov matched their pace a meter behind, keeping all of them under close surveillance. 
In the transporter room, Spock already had brought in Kislath for the transfer. The Klingon stood rigidly, his eyes staring at a blank metal bulkhead. He gave no sign that he realized Kalan and the others were in the same room. 
The jewel, Kalan, said Kirk. Then we can transfer the rest of the agreed upon merchandise. Kislath started at being called merchandise, saw the lack of sympathy on any of the faces and only sneered. Under the mask of bravado was clearly fear of his punishment back aboard the Terror. To his credit, he said nothing. 
Kalan pulled out a tiny communicator, flipped it open and spoke briskly into it. Closing the device, he told Kirk, Your transporter chief has the coordinates locked in. Transport the gem now. 
Lt. Kyle waited for Kirks curt nod before moving the controls slowly. When they hit full transport stops, the column of coruscating energy formed and blinked out abruptly. In the center of the transporter disk lay a brilliant green jewel. For long seconds, Kirk stared at it in awe. It touched something deep inside him, made him want to laugh and cry and... achieve. 
Dr. Threllvon-da will be most pleased with this addition to his report on the civilization once inhabiting Alnath II. I trust your scientists
scientists are finished with their investigations? 
For some while, said Kalan, betraying a slight nervousness. I have had it locked in my personal vault for safekeeping. 
Of course, said Kirk. If you gentlemen care to beam back to your ship now, Lt. Kyle tells me he is ready for the transfer. 
The Klingon guards helped Kalan to his feet. He winced in pain but didnt cry out. They supported him to one of the transporter cells, where he managed to stand unaided, though with great effort. Kislath marched onto another of the transporter disks, silent and withdrawn. 
May all our ventures end so successfully, Captain Kalan. 
May death come swiftly, Kirk. 
The transporter energized, caught the Klingons and flung them across space back to their own ship. After the turbulence died down, there remained no hint that anyone had been in the transporter chamber. And for that, James T. Kirk was glad. It had been a long day. 

I dont want anyone approaching the stone, much less handling it, Kirk ordered. Use anti-grav beams to move it around. That thing is potentially dangerous. 
Aye, aye, sir, said Chekov skeptically, moving around the shining gem, wondering if it might bite at any instant. Where should it be stored? Vaults are not as plentiful on Enterprise as aboard Klingon ships. 
Kirk smiled mirthlessly and said, Get a rodinium box and place it inside. If you can find any material in engineering thats more dense, more obdurate, more refractory, use that. Ask Mr. Scott for his opinion on the matter, if he can spare the time away from his engines.
Aye, aye, sir, said Chekov, going off to consult with Scotty. 
Might I inquire as to the purpose of the rodinium casing, Captain? asked Spock. The jewel is interesting from a crystallographic standpoint, but hardly requires shielding more in line with a matter-antimatter containment vessel. 
Youre wrong about that, Spock. But tell me what your tricorder says about the jewel. 
Spock raised one eyebrow. A most fascinating crystal. The green tint, of course, is due to nickel. The matrix material is quasi-organic, neither living nor truly dead. That requires further study. 
Its alive? 
Hardly, Captain, any more than any crystal is alive. Place it in a supersaturated solution of its constituent atoms and it will grow. But this specimen has certain additional qualities about it that remind me of a virus. 
A virus, Spock? asked McCoy, coming into the room. That things no virus. Its biggern a sheeps tonsils. Weve never discovered a virus weighing more than five million daltons or bigger than six thousand angstroms. 
I said it had the qualities of a virus, Doctor, not the full structure or characteristics. For instance, it lives without having the self-contained mechanism of reproduction. 
It has to infect another cell to reproduce? 
Unknown, Doctor. I am at a loss to say what cell could possibly contain a particle that large. Again, it has certain quasi-living elements about it while retaining many of the peculiar qualities of a crystal of orthorhombic structure, perhaps having symmetry elements of Pmna or Pmm2. Further investigation will resolve this. 
Spock, dammit, man, arent you the least bit interested in what that thing is? demanded McCoy.
Indeed, Doctor, more so than you from all appearances. 
Im not talking about what its made from; I mean its importance. 
I havent neglected that in my report, either. 
No more bickering, you two, said Kirk. I need to know as much about that bauble as possible. Did you run an internal energy profile on the crystal, Spock? 
Jim, said McCoy, horrified, youre getting to be as bad as he is. Internal energy? McCoy turned and stalked out, throwing up his hands in disgust. 
The doctors emotional outburst is inexplicable, observed Spock. 
No, it isnt. But my theories can come later. Just continue holding on to your logic for a while longer. The frightened, pained look fleeing across Spocks face showed the intense struggle still raging inside him. Kirk guessed at the effort required to hold back that flood of very human emotion. 
The internal energy is off-scale, said Spock. I have no indication of tricorder malfunction. 
Is the reading similar to the one first taken on Alnath II? 
Surprise etched the lines of Spocks face. He fought the emotional demands on his body again, slowly losing the battle. His jaws clenched and thick cords of tendon stood out on his throat. 
Yes, Captain. I remember what happened down there clearly. Candra told me about it. Candra did... His voice trailed off and Spock got a dreamy look in his eyes. Then, as if a switch had been thrown, his far-off gaze hardened againbut didnt go all the way to machine as it had in the past. Kirk studied his first officer for a few seconds, then smiled. 
I think youre getting back to normal. Perhaps McCoy is, too. I despair of him operating using rusty jackknives and knitting needles
needles, though I will miss his whiskey anesthetic. 
You know more of this affliction than you are telling, Captain, accused Spock, his voice quavering slightly. 
All in time, Spock. I take it that Mr. Chekov has the jewel safely locked away in its rodinium box. Order him to put it inside the heaviest force fields Scotty can conjure up. And then Threllvon-da, Avitts and McCoy meet me in the wardroom in one hour. Carry on, Spock. 
Thank you, Captain. Spock watched Kirk leave, whistling and a spring in his step that hadnt been there earlier. The Vulcan lowered his eyebrow and went to work. He had much to do and little time to accomplish it. Things were returning to normal. 

Howre things in the sick bay, Bones? Kirk asked as he seated himself at the table in the wardroom. 
McCoy took his feet off the table and leaned forward. Damnedest thing I ever saw. I jumped all over MBenga and Nurse Chapel. I had them go over every single gadget in the placeand guess what they found? 
All the instruments worked perfectly. Not a malfunction in the lot. 
Youre telepathic. Some mutant gene give you precognition? said McCoy in amazement. Thats exactly what happened. I tried out several of the computer-assisted devices myself, and they worked as well as if they were brand spanking new. I was in mortal fear all the while I operated on Kalan that those turncoat machines would give out on me, but they didnt. And now all of them are working. 
Kirk nodded. Lt. Avitts and Spock entered, both looking vaguely uneasy.
Be seated, please, Kirk said, motioning to a pair of seats next to him. I wanted a few words with you before Dr. Threllvon-da beams up. Lt. Avitts, have you conferred with Mr. Spock on the nature of the crystal? 
He watched her reactions carefully. Her answer didnt matter to him, but the way she phrased it meant a great deal. The woman appeared as calm as she ever had been when Spocks name was mentioned. She turned slightly toward the science officer, a fleeting smile dancing on her lips, but that was the only response. She acted more like an officer aboard a starship than a lovesick teen-aged girl now. 
Yes, sir, but we have little to report without a full analysis of the jewel. As long as its inside Class 7-E force shields, with six centimeters of rodinium box inside that, we have scant opportunity to study it. 
Are there any radiation cells available where you could open the box and examine it? 
Captain Kirk, that crystal is not giving off any detrimental radiation, said the woman. Weve been over it with every possible radiation monitoring device. From cosmic rays through radio waves, there is nothing of a harmful nature. 
I know, but my order is that the rodinium box is never to be opened unless inside a radiation cell, using the most stringent precautions possible. Is that clear? 
Yes, sir, but 
No buts, Lieutenant. Im not a scientist as you are, but I have theories of my own concerning the crystal. I believe it is... Kirk was interrupted by the blue-skinned Andorian scientists arrival. 
There you are, Kirk. A major find in the city, yes, a major find. This is even more exciting than the rail transportation system we
found that ran under the streets. This is the motive power for the piezoelectric walls in the city. Would you believe they used a thermal gradient device? As long as there is a heat difference between the city and the surface, electricity is supplied to the walls. Remarkable, isnt it? We can learn much from this city, Kirk. 
Uh, yes, Dr. Threllvon-da, Im sure we can. But lets discuss a few other matters needing resolution. 
What can there be? An entire planet laden with mystery begs for my time. Youve kept me from my equipment, Kirk, and thats criminal. But I will overlook it due to the nature of recent discoveries. 
Thats kind of you, Doctor. Im sure my superiors at Starbase will be pleased you arent filing a negative report on the Enterprises conduct of the Klingon question. 
Klingons? asked Threllvon-da, turning his broken ear stalk around for the first time. Whatve they got to do with this? A nuisance, nothing more. Let them dig. Avitts, there, didnt she say all they wanted was to grub out topaline? Let them, as long as they dont use ultrasonics or explosives. Might hurt the ruins, you understand. 
We are working on a treaty with the Klingons that will explore such limitations on their activities. But I need to have a statement for the record concerning the pyramid and the chamber inside it. 
The pyramid? he asked querulously. That thing? Only the stepping-stone to the city. Nothing more. 
Yes, Doctor, Im sure, said Kirk, exasperated. He took a deep breath and launched back into his request. Please tell me all you can remember of the sequence of events immediately after you landed on Alnath II. 
Ive done so, said Threllvon-da. You forget too easily, Kirk.
Youd never make a good archaeologist. No computers when youre out in the field. We have to keep track of millions of details in our heads. Seconds can mean a major discovery or finding rubble. 
The pyramid, prodded Kirk. 
We landed. The Vulcans and my crew. We began examining the perimeter of the pyramid to discern its nature and composition while the Vulcans went into the main chamber. They left, transported back up, and we never saw them again. On the heels of their departure came the Klingons. Brutish fellows, those Klingons. They bulled their way into the chamber, nosed around disturbing things, then left. When they returned, they brought huge diggers. Never went near the pyramid again because they were too busy trying to dig down through the vault of the citymy city. Did you know that Larldezz is going to propose to the Council that the city be named in my honor? Threllvon-da sat down in the chair and beamed. 
A great honor, Im sure, said Kirk dryly. So the Klingons could have taken artifacts from the chamber, and you wouldnt have known? 
I suppose, said Threllvon-da slowly. We counted on the Vulcans to take holopix and make an inventory of all they found. With them dead, I know only what we found in the chamber later. 
What was the purpose of that altar at the end of the chamber? 
Threllvon-da shrugged impatiently. Some religious observance was held in the room, I suspect. The empty holder in the center of the altar suggests a device the size of a large egg once rested there. 
Something this size? asked Spock, flashing a picture of the jewel onto the computer screen. 
Could be. About the right size, if your computer scaling is accurate.
It is, Doctor, said Spock, unruffled. Kirk smiled. Spock didnt get the least bit upset over questioning his competence now. A good sign, as was the way his first officer and Avitts sat side by side without visible discomfort. 
We have reason to believe the Klingons stole this from the chamber, due to its apparent worth. 
If its an emerald, it might be worth something, admitted Threllvon-da, his gnarled fingers tapping restlessly on the table. But as an artifact of this race, its worth more. Knowledge is always worth more, always. But I cant be bothered with studying this now. The city is taking up more and more of my time. I must get back to it immediately. Are you going to require further expert advice, Kirk? Youve held me back long enough. I want to devote my full attention to the find. 
Ill keep you posted, Doctor. Thank you for taking the time. Kirk spoke to an empty seat. Threllvon-da had flown from the room, intent on returning to the site about to be named in his honor. 
He worked like that the entire time I was on planet, said Avitts. Hes insatiable when it comes to work. The Klingons were only minor annoyances to him. Their digging bothered him the most because of the damage they might inadvertently cause. 
He hasnt changed much, has he? asked Kirk. 
Changed from what, Jim? asked McCoy. Hes still the most cantankerous, insulting, provincial 
Be careful, Doctor, or one might assume you were describing yourself, said Spock. By your leave, Captain, I have matters to attend to. 
Dismissed, Spock. You, too, Lieutenant. 
Theyre probably going off to hold hands, McCoy said.
Is that your best shot at him, Bones? No, I dont think theyre going to do any such thing. While the Enterprise hasnt quite returned to its normal smoothly functioning self, its a long way from the madhouse it became when we went into orbit around Alnath II. 
You sound sure of yourself, said McCoy suspiciously. Have you isolated the force thats been making the crew so... 
So cantankerous, insulting and provincial? supplied Kirk. I believe I have. Lets just wait and see if alls well aboard the Enterprise now, Bones. 
The doctor shook his head, then left. Kirk sat for a moment, smiled and left the wardroom, too. The Klingons still presented a menace, though a minor one now. More of an annoyance, he told himself smugly. He felt too good about his ship, himself, his officers and crew, to worry about Klingons now. Whistling his jaunty tune, he entered the turbo-elevator and surged off for the bridge. 

Candra Avitts hurried along the corridor, hardly noticing the people around her. Her mind was lost in the intricacies of the problem Spock had posed for her study. He had pronounced her weak in physics; she endured his tutoring, sure that shed never be able to develop his instinctive grasp of the subject. Biochemistry was more to her liking. 
She slammed into another woman coming around the bend in the corridor. They both gasped, took a backward step and spoke to apologize at the same time. And then both fell silent. 
Lt. Avitts faced Nurse Chapel. The electric tension in the air between them mounted. It was as if two archenemies had met in the arena for the final duel. 
Lt. Avitts.
Nurse Chapel. 
They simply stood for several heartbeats, studying one another and seeing what weaknesses might be exploited. The silence was broken by Lt. Avitts sighing and then laughing. 
This is ridiculous; you know that, dont you? she asked. 
Why is it ridiculous? 
Were fighting over something neither of us can ever have. 
Its not the first time in history. It wont be the last. Nurse Chapel locked eyes with Avitts, then smiled. Soon, she, too, laughed. Youre right. Weve been behaving like schoolgirls with a mad, passionate crush on the handsomest boy in class. Its not that way at all, is it? 
No, Christine, it isnt. Shyly, Avitts asked, I may call you Christine, cant I? 
Only if I can call you Candra. Look, isnt this a bit public? Lets go to my cabin. Ive got some Denebian liqueur I smuggled aboard. 
The kind with the pepperminty taste? 
None other than. 
Ill be happy to join you, Christine. I had some of that, but like a fool I traded it off for a chance to use the mass spectroscope in the chemistry lab. Spock wanted an analysis of some space debris wed foundand he wanted it fast. My turn at the mass spec wasnt for another forty-eight hours, so I bribed the guy ahead of me and got the analysis done. Spock never knew what I gave up for him. 
Christine Chapel stopped and said, Hell never realize what either of us are giving up for him, will he? 
No, sighed Avitts, he wont. Perhaps thats what attracted me to him. His dedication. His brilliance. I dont know. It was a silly infatuation. Im sorry we ever quarreled over it. 
If you have to quarrel over something, what better topic could it
possibly be than Mr. Spock? Oh, Candra, youll never know the hours Ive spent thinking about him. Or maybe you do know. Hes so distant, and yet I know that the human part of him needs loving, touching, the things his Vulcan self denies. 
Avitts sat on the edge of the small hard bed in Nurse Chapels quarters and sipped at the Denebian liqueur. Umm, this is good. Im sorry now I traded my liter for anything. Next time Spock wants something done by yesterday morning, Im going to tell him its not possible. Some things are just too good to pass up in life. 
Christine Chapel felt hot tears coming to her eyes, but she held them back. Yes, youre right. Some things are too good to miss. But we do anyway, dont we? 

I tell you, Sulu, my fingers came this close to firing, Chekov declared, holding thumb and forefinger a millimeter apart. I wanted to destroy the Klingon ship. Even though I knew my orders perfectly, I wanted to see them blown into millions of atoms. 
I know what you mean, Chekov, said the helmsman. I had the conn when they fired on us. I remembered what youd done and held off, but only barely. Its been so long since we had a good fight that I came close to disobeying the captains orders, too. Strange. Im not usually like that? 
No? scoffed Chekov. You enjoy a good fight like all of us. You said it. It has been a long time since the Enterprise engaged in a worthwhile space fight. Ah, to hear the phaser banks crackle and snap with teravolt discharges, to feel the shudder of the Enterprise as photon torpedoes launchthat is living. 
And dying, but I have the same feelings. Sometimes I wonder why were trained to fight when we spend most of our time trying not to. Sulu idly checked his controls. They were locked for the
orbit they now held. Unless Captain Kirk entered a course change, they would remain in this orbit shadowing the Klingon vessel, protecting the surface of Alnath with the hull of their own ship. 
Its easy to begin war but its hard to end one, said Chekov. I begin to understand some of the captains problems. Hotheaded, I would have fired and created an instant war. Or maybe we would not be destroyed by the Klingons, and others would be embroiled in a war of our causing. Not a pleasant thought. 
Its easy to start a war, but hard to end one, mused Sulu. Youre right, Pavel. Umm, look sharp. The readout on circuit nine shows an overload. If we had to fire a photon torpedo, we might burn out a guidance circuit. 
Checking, said the ensign, turning his attention to his board. Soon the pair was engrossed in a mock battle problem, attempting to attain the maximum damage with the minimum expenditure of energy and materiel. With luckand brainstheyd never have to put such knowledge to use.

But is it worth it, lass? asked Scott, as he peered into the bowels of the warp engine exciter. Tis too much work for too little gain, as I see it. 
Aye, Commander Scott, you might be right, said Heather McConel, but with so much work in the auxiliaries, shouldnt we try? 
Not for only an extra percent of increased power. Weve hit the diminishing returns stage, sighed the chief engineer. He stared at the computer controlling the warp engines. They had designed several devices capable of augmenting the power of those engines, usually at the expense of other ships systems. Scotty shook his head, wondering how he could have ever pirated the autochef the way he
had. The ships nutrition officer still hadnt forgiven him for taking the controller. While the purple gruel had been nourishing, it wasnt appealing. Nor was the blue semiliquid compromise coming out after Scott had bollixed together a replacement for the autochef controller. 
He sighed. It would have been so bonny to supplement the warp engine power by twenty percent or more. It seemed less likely now that theyd tried everything imaginable. Perhaps if he returned the autochef controller, he could inveigle the nutrition officer to program some haggis for the crew. That would set things right all around. 
Mr. Scott, said Heather hesitantly, brushing back her lustrous red hair with a strained hand, would you think less of me if I suggested returning the laser I wheedled out of the metallurgy lab? 
What? Oh, not at all, lass. But we need that laser to 
Please, Mr. Scott. Its just not working the way wed intended. I think major breakthroughs will have to come from the scientists doing the basic research, not from the likes of us out among the stars a tinkerin with the precious engines. 
You might be right, but letting a paper-shuffler tell me whats good an whats nae good for the Enterprises engines makes me fightin mad. He stared over the equipment, trying to remember how much time theyd put in on constructing this plumbers nightmare. He chuckled. But it hasna been a complete loss, now has it, lass? 
The twinkle in her eye told him that it hadnt. 
Im off punishment duty in an hour, Mr. Scott, she said impishly. If youre free, perhaps we can... discuss engineering. 
And other things? he asked, smiling broadly.
Like the bottle of Scotch you haveand other things, she agreed. 
Aye, but that bottles almost empty. Only a wee bit left. But I have connections and might be able to find some spirits elsewhere. 
Dont worry, Mr. Scott, Heather told him. Ive got connections of my own. And the stills been working again for some time. 
Dont tell me about it! he cautioned. 
Twas the gambling that did me in before. Thats all open and aboveboard, she said. The contra-regulation gambling is as honest as I can make it now, though the temptations great to use just a wee electric field on the dice. 
What would that do? asked Scott, in spite of himself. If I kinna use a laser on the roulette wheel, it occurred to me that a wee electric field might change the roll of the diceif the spots were treated with a special paint I stumbled across that has decidedly electromagnetic properties. Just to change the tumble of those dice would... 
Chief engineer and assistant sat and discussed the possibilities inherent in this new gambling veture while sipping the alcohol distilled through the coils in back of the precision machine shop.
Chapter Eleven
Captains Log: Stardate 4744.8 
Tensions have eased considerably since the jewel from the pyramid was placed inside the rodinium box. The Klingons are amenable to negotiation for the mining concessions on Alnath II, the Enterprise functions at its normal high efficiency and another interstellar conflict has been averted. The only unexplained occurrence is the death of the Vulcans, and I believe I have an idea what happened. It will remain for a fully equipped science ship to test my theory, but they will know what to expect and can avoid the trap. 
You treat that thing as if it were an antimatter bomb, Jim, said McCoy, eyeing the precautions taken to insure that the jewel from the pyramid was shielded by both rodinium and radiation baffles. 
Its potentially worse, Bones. Mr. Spock, have you examined the pyramid? 
Yes, Captain, and I am unable to discern what mechanism in the jewels holder renders it harmless. It appears to be nothing more than a simple cup cut from rock but our knowledge of this planet and its prior inhabitants is still sketchy. They were obviously more advanced than even Threllvon-da believes.
Kirk nodded. He saw that Spock had worked through the problem in his own logical way and had come to the same conclusions he had arrived at with more emotional reasoning. But it no longer mattered. They werent threatened anymore by the massive, powerful Klingon dreadnought. As soon as Kalan had gotten back safely to the Terror, the tension between the Federation and the Empire ships had eased. 
Kirk wished it could have vanished totally, but that wasnt the Klingon way. They were warlike and would continue to agitate. That was their life. Long years of diplomatic work were needed before the underlying causes of the friction between the cultures eased to the point where war became unthinkable. Kirk hoped hed live to see that day. But now he had other, more immediate problems to deal with. 
Like the jewel. 
Beam down, Spock. Get that thing back where it belongs. I want a security detachment to remain in and around the pyramid to prevent Threllvon-da and all his scientists from entering to examine the jewel. 
He wont like that, Jim, McCoy observed. Hes mighty touchy about your telling him what to do. Still blames you for not getting his precious equipment for him out of the Tpau. 
I doubt hell even notice. Hes too busy rooting around in the city. You have your orders, Spock. Carry them out. 
Spock, the densely swathed box with the jewel and five security men flickered out of existence in the Enterprises transporter to reappear on the surface of the planet below. The jewel returned home, where it belonged. 

We will destroy you, weakling! shouted Kalan.
Kirk studied the swarthy face and decided that Kalan ranted only for effect. There was little left for them to disagree on. Still, diplomacy called for the Klingonand himto go through the motions and finally extract the promises both sides knew were forthcoming. Kirk both loved and hated the process. Unlike war, diplomacy was seldom straightforward, and the gains were often subtle, yet it was that very subtlety that intrigued him. That and the fact that the gains did not require death. 
Do you intend to attack, Kalan? If you do, the topaline will be destroyed. You need the ore more than you need the battle. 
Kalan subsided, glowering at Kirk. 
Further, Kirk went on, there is no reason why both Federation and Empire cant share this planet. We have no desire to mine here. Our quest is for knowledge. 
Cowards, muttered Kalan. 
But we will fight if you try to prevent our scientists from exploring this planets prior civilization and the ruins left behind. Do I make myself clear? 
We have the mining rights, you dig for bones, is that it? 
Essentially, Kalan. 
How do we insure that you wont try a backstabbing attack on our miners? 
In the same way the Federation will guarantee the support and safety of our scientists. A squadron of ships in orbit will provide insurance that the other side will live up to the terms of this agreement. 
How many ships? 
An equal number, with equal firepower. Also, both sides may maintain relay stationsany numberat the perimeter of the solar system to keep unimpaired contact with our home bases.
Kalan thought this over. Kirk didnt have to read his mind to know that Kalan mentally calculated the time of transit for an Empire dreadnought and then compared it with travel times for a similarly powerful Federation countermove. He smiled slightly, and Kirk knew the alien had arrived at a number satisfactory to the Empire. Kirk didnt worry about an armed takeover, however. This mental exercise on Kalans part was simply second nature to the Klingon. 
Done, declared Kalan. Our first load of ore will be lifted out of the gravity well in fifty hours. Do not attempt to stop it. 
Kirk nodded assent. Thats why weve reached a mutually beneficial agreement, Captain Kalan. We know your intentions are peaceful. 
Kirk had to laugh when the Klingon snarled and terminated the transmission. Seeing his momentary anger at being branded peaceful was payment enough for the hard time he had given the Enterprise and its crew, Kirk thought. 
Admiral Tackett will be pleased with this report, Kirk said smugly. Its going to be the highest efficiency report weve ever turned in. 
I agree, Captain, said Spock. It is surprising that the crew can change so quickly. He stared at the columns of figures showing the response times to various mock problems that had been presentedand metby the crew. No trace of the stones influence remains. 
Kirk stopped in front of the mess hall, wondering if he should really continue with the efficiency report now. He took a deep breath and went inside, expecting angry catcalls and outright fighting. He stopped dead in his tracks and surveyed the peaceful, even cheerful scene. The crew members inside joked and laughed, eating
from plates laden with food that didnt even hint at being purple gruel. 
Mr. Scott fixed the autochef, supplied Spock. 
Kirk sighed in relief. He moved through the rows of tables and saw that the appetizing food was well received by the crew. 
Lets check out engineering deck, Spock. I want to see what Scottys done to the engines. 
Everything in engineering proved shipshape. Kirk marveled at the transition from cluttered deck to the shining, spotless perfection he found now. All of Scottys berserk electronic plumbing had been removed, with only a few black boxes attached in unfamiliar places. 
Chief McConel, asked Kirk, what is the purpose of this device? I dont remember it being here on the last inspection. 
That, Captain, is the product of Commander Scotts experiments. Its a primary exciter for the warp engines. 
What does it do. Chief? 
It gives a bonny ten percent more power. 
Ten percent? And the other devices? 
They give another few percent, Capn Kirk, came Scotts voice. Those are all that worked. The rest wasna good enough for the Enterprise. 
Excellent, Mr. Scott. You have things under control, I see, Kirk said. Uh, where is the still? 
Still, Capn? Why, thats nae according to regs. 
And gambling devices, Mr. Scott? You dont know anything about contra-regulation gambling devices, do you? 
Captain! protested Scott. This is my engine room, nae a cheap gamblin emporium! 
Im sure its not cheap, Mr. Scott. Carry on.
As Kirk and Spock got outside, Kirk asked, Is the gambling fair, Mr. Spock? 
There seems to be a certain flouting of the laws of probability on the dice. However, no one has complained. 
Continue to observe, Mr. Spock, and if Chief McConel gets out of hand with her gadgets, let me know. Now, lets finish up this efficiency report and get it sent off to Starbase. 

All hands prepare to leave orbit, ordered Kirk, sitting and happily watching the bridge crew perform their job expertly. No one grumbled, no one hinted that they were better able to command and best of all, none was eager to fire the phaser banks in the direction of the Klingon ship. 
Kirk glanced over his shoulder at the sound of the turbo-elevator doors opening. McCoy walked briskly to the command seat. 
What can I do for you, Bones? 
Answer questions, dammit, flared the doctor. I just finished the report Spock filed on Alnath and the stone and the deaths of the Vulcans, and I dont understand it. 
Im not so sure I understand it myself, admitted Kirk. Thats what happens when you pioneer new planets. That stone left behind is easily the most valuable and complex device ever invented. 
Invented? But its organic. Partly so, at any rate. 
Spock doesnt even pretend to understand it, said Kirk. That stone was the basis of civilization on Alnath. They built it or grew it or whatever, then used it. 
How? 
Its in the report, Doctor, came Spocks unruffled voice. 
All that mumbo jumbo doesnt mean much to me. Give it to an
old country doctor in words of one syllable or less. 
That would be very difficult, Doctor, since monosyllabic 
Spock, desist, ordered Kirk. The best we can make out is that the stone produces anything you mentally desire. The people creating the stone were so advanced they had no need for buildings or fields for crops, for anything that didnt aesthetically please them. Thats why the planet is in virgin condition. 
The stone produced whatever they wanted? They just thought, say, I want a ham sandwich and they got it? 
Just like that, Bones. Or a house or anything. Thats where we ran into problems. Not only didnt we know the stones power or how to properly focus it, we havent eliminated our most basic animal desires yet. Those came boiling to the surface. 
The Klingons mutinied because each wanted to be commander of that dreadnought. We didnt have problems like that. Scott wanted to super-tune the engines; Kyle wanted to become a great sculptor; you wanted to return to simpler things, Spock declared. 
I actually caused the medical equipment to malfunction because I distrusted it? snorted McCoy. Preposterous. 
But true, Doctor. Our minds apparently have not developed to the point where we could wish for material objects and have the stone furnish only them, unlike the prior civilization. We longed for less tangible items, lusts they had resolved in themselves. 
Like emotion, Spock? said McCoy sharply. You wanted to be human and 
And I also wanted to be fully Vulcan, finished Spock. I was torn between two diametrically opposed desires. That posed problems now resolved. 
You went in the wrong direction, observed McCoy. You should
have stayed a human. Even with all the emotional storms, its better. 
Doctor, Ive been both human and Vulcan. I prefer the Vulcan, thank you. 
I suppose youre going to tell me that logic won out. 
Yes, Doctor, because logic did triumph in this instance. It is more logical to remain in control of all my faculties rather than allowing external forces to buffet me. 
Never mind, Spock. Youve slipped back, but therere still some things I dont understand about all this. 
To be sure, said Spock dryly. 
McCoy glared at him, saying, What happened to the Vulcans? I dont see any possible explanation. You cant say the stone did it. 
Thats because you are too clouded by emotion, Doctor. The stone did kill the Vulcans, though I hesitate to use that term. The stone gives whatever is desired most. It is our imprecise use of it that creates problems. Do you remember my encounter on Alnath with the tiny spot of light? 
So? 
That is what the Vulcans saw. The dot of light promised what all logical, non-emoting beings want: to become pure intellects freed from physical bodies. 
The Vulcans just discorporated? asked McCoy, astonished. Just like that? 
They attained their fondest dreams, the logical conclusion to a physical existence. They passed to another, higher plane of existence, one allowing them to pursue their individual concerns with a pure intellect. 
No bodies to feel, to experience, mused McCoy. 
A pure intellect freed of the shackles of a vulnerable body, Doctor
Doctor. The stone gave it to them because all were sufficiently advanced mentally. 
And with you, it just sent you seesawing back and forth between emotions and intellect? 
Essentially correct. 
If thats all settled, gentlemen, lets leave this planet. There are other worlds to explore, said Kirk. 
Not so fast, Jim. You didnt seem to have any problems. I admit I went overboard distrusting machines, but you did everything just right. 
Not everything, Bones. It just worked out right for us. 
The Captain is being too modest, said Spock. Captain Kirk, like myself, found himself torn between two extremes. However, he coped better. One part wanted to be the perfect soldier, to engage and defeat the Klingons. As this was clearly impossible due to the overwhelming supriority given them by their dreadnought, he chose the diplomatic side of his character. He negotiated a peace without recourse to becoming a soldier. 
That stone brought out the good in some of us, said McCoy. Its not so evil. 
Its a tool, nothing more. How we use that tool is all that counts. The prior civilization might have followed the road taken by my Vulcan compatriots and become pure intelligence roaming the galaxy. They might have discarded the stoneand their planetbecause they evolved into something we cannot begin to imagine. However it is, they were a mighty and advanced culture compared with us. 
That city alone shows that, said McCoy. He wrinkled his brow, then exclaimed, The city! You said the stone provided them with all they needed. Whyd they build an underground city?
That, Bones, said Kirk, is going to shake up Dr. Threllvon-da. Remember, the stone creates whatever you want most. Threllvon-da wanted to find a city exactly like that one more than anything else. His work is his life. Hes absolutely single-minded. He, alone of all of us, was able to unconsciously use the stone to focus his thought into material objects. 
The city, said McCoy in a low voice. That means... 
That the city was not constructed by the original inhabitants of Alnath II, Kirk said. Im afraid thats so. Threllvon-da wanted the city; he got exactly what he pictured in his minds eye. 
Thisll kill him. 
In a manner of speaking, the original inhabitants did construct the city, Spock said. Their toolthe stoneperformed the task. But I would not worry about Threllvon-da. He will be disappointed, but this discovery promises to be more important than any number of abandoned cities. This is the first active, scientifically superior artifact ever discovered. That will create a fame for Threllvon-da far beyond his archaeological circles. 
Itll still be a blow. 
Hell recover, Bones, just as weve recovered from the stones effects on us. All in all, everyone has benefited. 
I dont know about that, said McCoy. Spock might have been better off with emotions. The way he is now 
Mr. Sulu, said Kirk, drowning out McCoy, warp factor five back to Delta Canaris. I want to return to some peaceful mapping, for a change. 
The Enterprise shivered powerfully and hurled itself out among the stars to continue the infinite task of exploring new worlds.
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Star Trek: First Contact  J.M. Dillard
Star Trek: Insurrection  J.M. Dillard

#1  Ghost Ship  Diane Carey
#2  The Peacekeepers  Gene DeWeese
#3  The Children of Hamlin  Carmen Carter
#4  Survivors  Jean Lorrah
#5  Strike Zone  Peter David
#6  Power Hungry  Howard Weinstein
#7  Masks  John Vornholt
#8  The Captain's Honor  David and Daniel Dvorkin
#9  A Call to Darkness  Michael Jan Friedman
#10  A Rock and a Hard Place  Peter David
#11  Gulliver's Fugitives  Keith Sharee
#12  Doomsday World  David, Carter, Friedman & Greenberger
#13  The Eyes of the Beholders  A.C. Crispin
#14  Exiles  Howard Weinstein
#15  Fortune's Light  Michael Jan Friedman
#16  Contamination  John Vornholt
#17  Boogeymen  Mel Gilden
#18  Q-In-Law  Peter David
#19  Perchance to Dream  Howard Weinstein
#20  Spartacus  T.L. Mancour
#21  Chains of Command  W.A. McCay & E.L. Flood
#22  Imbalance  V.E. Mitchell
#23  War Drums  John Vornholt
#24  Nightshade  Laurell K. Hamilton
#25  Grounded  David Bischoff
#26  The Romulan Prize  Simon Hawke
#27  Guises of the Mind  Rebecca Neason
#28  Here There Be Dragons  John Peel
#29  Sins of Commission  Susan Wright
#30  Debtor's Planet  W.R. Thompson
#31  Foreign Foes  Dave Galanter & Greg Brodeur
#32  Requiem  Michael Jan Friedman & Kevin Ryan
#33  Balance of Power  Dafydd ab Hugh
#34  Blaze of Glory  Simon Hawke
#35  The Romulan Stratagem  Robert Greenberger
#36  Into the Nebula  Gene DeWeese
#37  The Last Stand  Brad Ferguson
#38  Dragon's Honor  Kij Johnson & Greg Cox
#39  Rogue Saucer  John Vornholt
#40  Possession  J.M. Dillard & Kathleen O'Malley
#41  Invasion! #2: The Soldiers of Fear  Dean Wesley Smith & Kristine Kathryn Rusch
#42  Infiltrator  W.R. Thompson
#43  A Fury Scorned  Pamela Sargent & George Zebrowski
#44  The Death of Princes  John Peel
#45  Intellivore  Diane Duane
#46  To Storm Heaven  Esther Friesner
#47-49  The Q Continuum  Greg Cox
#47  Q-Space
#48  Q-Zone
#49  Q-Strike
#50  Dyson Sphere  Charles Pellegrino & George Zebrowski
#51-56  Double Helix
#51  Infection  John Gregory Betancourt
#52  Vectors  Dean Wesley Smith & Kristine Kathryn Rusch
#53  Red Sector  Diane Carey
#54  Quarantine  John Vornholt
#55  Double or Nothing  Peter David
#56  The First Virtue  Michael Jan Friedman & Christie Golden
#57  The Forgotten War  William R. Forstchen
#58-59  Gemworld  John Vornholt
#58  Gemworld #1
#59  Gemworld #2

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine 

Warped  K.W. Jeter
Legends of the Ferengi  Ira Steven Behr & Robert Hewitt Wolfe
The Lives of Dax  Marco Palmieri, ed.
Millennium  Judith and Garfield Reeves-Stevens
#1  The Fall of Terok Nor
#2  The War of the Prophets
#3  Inferno
Novelizations
Emissary  J.M. Dillard
The Search  Diane Carey
The Way of the Warrior  Diane Carey
Star Trek: Klingon  Dean Wesley Smith & Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Trials and Tribble-ations  Diane Carey
Far Beyond the Stars  Steve Barnes
What You Leave Behind  Diane Carey

#1  Emissary  J.M. Dillard
#2  The Siege  Peter David
#3  Bloodletter  K.W. Jeter
#4  The Big Game  Sandy Schofield
#5  Fallen Heroes  Dafydd ab Hugh
#6  Betrayal  Lois Tilton
#7  Warchild  Esther Friesner
#8  Antimatter  John Vornholt
#9  Proud Helios  Melissa Scott
#10  Valhalla  Nathan Archer
#11  Devil in the Sky  Greg Cox & John Gregory Betancourt
#12  The Laertian Gamble  Robert Sheckley
#13  Station Rage  Diane Carey
#14  The Long Night  Dean Wesley Smith & Kristine Kathryn Rusch
#15  Objective: Bajor  John Peel
#16  Invasion! #3: Time's Enemy  L.A. Graf
#17  The Heart of the Warrior  John Gregory Betancourt
#18  Saratoga  Michael Jan Friedman
#19  The Tempest  Susan Wright
#20  Wrath of the Prophets  David, Friedman & Greenberger
#21  Trial by Error  Mark Garland
#22  Vengeance  Dafydd ab Hugh
#23  The 34th Rule  Armin Shimerman & David R. George III
#24-26  Rebels  Dafydd ab Hugh
#24  The Conquered
#25  The Courageous
#26  The Liberated
#27  A Stitch in Time  Andrew J. Robinson

Star Trek: Voyager 

Mosaic  Jeri Taylor
Pathways  Jeri Taylor
Captain Proton: Defender of the Earth  D.W. "Prof" Smith
Novelizations
Caretaker  L.A. Graf
Flashback  Diane Carey
Day of Honor  Michael Jan Friedman
Equinox  Diane Carey

#1  Caretaker  L.A. Graf
#2  The Escape  Dean Wesley Smith & Kristine Kathryn Rusch
#3  Ragnarok  Nathan Archer
#4  Violations  Susan Wright
#5  Incident at Arbuk  John Gregory Betancourt
#6  The Murdered Sun  Christie Golden
#7  Ghost of a Chance  Mark A. Garland & Charles G. McGraw
#8  Cybersong  S.N. Lewitt
#9  Invasion! #4: The Final Fury  Dafydd ab Hugh
#10  Bless the Beasts  Karen Haber
#11  The Garden  Melissa Scott
#12  Chrysalis  David Niall Wilson
#13  The Black Shore  Greg Cox
#14  Marooned  Christie Golden
#15  Echoes  Dean Wesley Smith, Kristine Kathryn Rusch & Nina Kiriki Hoffman
#16  Seven of Nine  Christie Golden
#17  Death of a Neutron Star  Eric Kotani
#18  Battle Lines  Dave Galanter & Greg Brodeur

Star Trek: New Frontier 

New Frontier #1-4 Collector's Edition  Peter David

#1  House of Cards  Peter David
#2  Into the Void  Peter David
#3  The Two-Front War  Peter David
#4  End Game  Peter David
#5  Martyr  Peter David
#6  Fire on High  Peter David
The Captain's Table #5  Once Burned  Peter David
Double Helix #5  Double or Nothing  Peter David
#7  The Quiet Place  Peter David
#8  Dark Allies  Peter David

Star Trek: Invasion! 

#1  First Strike  Diane Carey
#2  The Soldiers of Fear  Dean Wesley Smith & Kristine Kathryn Rusch
#3  Time's Enemy  L.A. Graf
#4  The Final Fury  Dafydd ab Hugh
Invasion! Omnibus  various

Star Trek: Day of Honor
#1  Ancient Blood  Diane Carey
#2  Armageddon Sky  L.A. Graf
#3  Her Klingon Soul  Michael Jan Friedman
#4  Treaty's Law  Dean Wesley Smith & Kristine Kathryn Rusch
The Television Episode  Michael Jan Friedman
Day of Honor Omnibus  various

Star Trek: The Captain's Table 

#1  War Dragons  L.A. Graf
#2  Dujonian's Hoard  Michael Jan Friedman
#3  The Mist  Dean Wesley Smith & Kristine Kathryn Rusch
#4  Fire Ship  Diane Carey
#5  Once Burned  Peter David
#6  Where Sea Meets Sky  Jerry Oltion
The Captain's Table Omnibus  various

Star Trek: The Dominion War 

#1  Behind Enemy Lines  John Vornholt
#2  Call to Arms...  Diane Carey
#3  Tunnel Through the Stars  John Vornholt
#4  ...Sacrifice of Angels  Diane Carey

Star Trek: The Badlands 

#1  Susan Wright
#2  Susan Wright 

Star Trek Books available in Trade Paperback
Omnibus Editions
Invasion! Omnibus  various
Day of Honor Omnibus  various
The Captain's Table Omnibus  various
Star Trek: Odyssey  William Shatner with Judith and Garfield Reeves-Stevens
Other Books
Legends of the Ferengi  Ira Steven Behr & Robert Hewitt Wolfe
Strange New Worlds, vol. I, II, and III  Dean Wesley Smith, ed.
Adventures in Time and Space  Mary P. Taylor
Captain Proton: Defender of the Earth  D.W. "Prof" Smith
The Lives of Dax  Marco Palmieri, ed.
The Klingon Hamlet  Wil'yam Shex'pir
New Worlds, New Civilizations  Michael Jan Friedman
Enterprise Logs  Carol Greenburg, ed.
