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| Kesfan74656 | Tue Mar 11, 2014 9:03 pm Post #1 |
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STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS Admiral Christopher Pike sat in his office, and felt as though he had failed. It was not a sensation he was accustomed to, not as a captain, nor as a man now who supervised, and, he hoped, lead with good example, those who were on the front lines of exploring the galaxy-in, as he had once told a certain recruit to Starfleet, '' a peacekeeping, and humanitarian armada.'' Pike had brought more than a few young men and women into the Service over time, and had been pleased to see, in each case, that his choices had been wise ones. He was not a father, and, at this point in his life, had more or less reconciled, that he would never be a parent. There were consolations, of course; his duties were, after the initial period of adjusting to a life behind a desk-begun, however, due to the brutal treatment, via torture by the future-Romulan Nero to extract information from his captive on the Narada. He began to see, that in fact he could effect change-that he could mold both minds, and hearts, and policy, to noble ends......as he had, four years ago, taken the rough clay, that was the life of a rowdy, and inwardly wounded young man, into an individual with the potential of becoming someone most special. He had to smile, even now, thinking of that bar, in that particular cormer of Iowa, near the shipyards where the tangible symbol of the promise of the future sat, being assembled with committed hands-even as the callous lad went about roaming the backroads, oblivious, to all he could be. To the possibilities, that lay dormant, behind the cocky attitude, and the quick-fire quips. In a heart, whose passions, and intellect, needed only to be set free, to soar, like the starships which rose up around him. ''Who am I, Captain Pike?'' the young man had challenged him, blood congealing from the barfight Pike had interposed himself into. ''Your father's son. You know, he didn't believe in the no-win scenario,'' the older, and life-experienced man told him. The lad snorted, ''Yeah, well, he sure learned his lesson.'' Snarky, to the last, this one was. But, more...angry. Lashing out, saying screw it to the possibilites before him. Or so he believed would ever be his path, embraced. The man who stepped into his world of wild days, and fists would not be cowed, nor fooled. He saw within, as if he were a telepath, to say, ''You're here, aren't you?'' He had hit him where he was in fact the most vulnerable-in the broken heart, of that boy, who had grown up, without a father, enduring the callousness of a surrogate parent, who neither understood his loss, nor tried to make up in some decent way for that deficit of love. So much time, and energy, wasted....but, there remained time yet. There remained hope. The same idea, that had helped a lone Starfleet commander, who became, through sudden trial, a hero-who saved the lives of eight-hundred others. Including that of the young man, who sat perched, though he could not see it, on the edge of such promise. A future, just waiting, for the right pivot-point. Here, across a greasy barrom table, was that very thing. Six words. One challenge. ''I dare you to do better.'' That day, there had been more than one battle in that Iowan bar. Unlike the first, there was victory to be called, as Pike stood, staring down into that face, still young, still full of so much potential. He could smell it, beneath the aroma of old beer, and bitterness. Hope. Starfleet captains weren't often accustomed to losing-not when there was at least a fighting chance.Nor were many admirals. His heart told him, give this one his own. This one, is going to be remarkable....if only given the opportunity, to see a new path. To give of all that lay within that stubborn, brave soul. One, indeed...to make a difference. TBC |
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| Kesfan74656 | Tue Mar 11, 2014 9:38 pm Post #2 |
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''The Conversation'' Part Two A great deal had happened since that day. Pike's dream to see something made of that life came true, and, rarely had he been more proud, on that afternoon in the assembly hall at Starfleet Academy, where, once, he had sat watching the then-greats of his youth offer their wisdom, and experience to a new generation-as he had himself, to the youth named James Tiberius Kirk, to whom he gave the baton of command to the starship Enterprise, christened in crisis, even as Kirk himself had, just shy of his own graduation. But, even as Kirk began his own captaincy, there came from among some of Pike's superiors questions, doubts, if this hero of the recent ''Vulcan Crisis'' as the press called it was ready for such a great responsibility, at still a young age. Pike had insisted that, indeed, his successor had proven, beyond doubt, his readiness, and worth to lead others in an expanding Starfleet. Early missions went about successfuly, and Kirk's sponsor sat by with pride, seeing him grow with every mission accomplished. The very fact that to date his crew had suffered not one loss was at least given note among the critics; perhaps they were mistaken, and the snickered 'golden boy' of Pike's tutelage was not in fact a flash in the pan. Then came a day in 2259, near the five year anniversary of Enterprise's maiden voyages under Kirk. Coming home from a several-month assignment in the Koradi Sector, the noted on remote probes planet of Nibiru was studied, their native species duly catalogued, and Enterprise gone on her way. An ''uneventful'' mission-so it said, in Kirk's own log extracts. But, this was proven to be false, following the report filed by Kirk's first officer, Commander Spock, who in so doing revealed, that Kirk had lied, and, had, in fact, beenm intimately involved in Nibiran affairs, leading his crew in efforts, however motivated by compassion, which broke the Prime Directive all Starfleet captaiuns swore to obey, even at the loss of their own vessel, and crew. The most promising young captain in all of the Fleet, who new nothing but success....had scarred that perfect record. And cost himself that which he so valued, his ship, and leadership of those he had vowed to protect. But, indeed, worst of all, he had broken the trust, which had been so solidly placed in him, by the man who had in this time become the father he had so long sought, and desperately needed. The one person, who believed, and defended, and supported, because of his complete faith. And profound affection. Wounded. However, wounds heal. Promises broken need not utterly shatter faith. Not one whose depths were that like unto the bond shared, by that admiral, and that callous young man he had given new lease on life. Once more, the potential was there. It had always been there...waiting to be reborn, in the heart of a surrogate father. One conversation had changed a life. Another had seen the hope conferred, fallen into shame, and pain, and regret, in two souls. One conversation just might turn on the light of promise once more. A heritage, reclaimed. On the desktop in his office, he sat, in the quiet, alone, as requested, with his thoughts. With memories, and dissappointments, and frustration. Before him glowed the script, fashioned seemingly an eternity ago, by another young man, who had, inspired by the actions of that one Starfleet commander, on a ship called Kelvin, who stood against defeat, and loss, and won, demonstrated at the worst possible moment, the best in the human soul, who dared say, ''I don't believe in the no-win scenario.'' Like father, like son, like surrogate father. One through-line. One stubborn insistence, that the odds meant nothing-not to a heart determined to ignore them. That second chances did still come around. That there was always a way to survive. To rise above the past, and make a new future. One out there not only deserved it. The world deserved to have him among them again. Making that difference, with a wink, and a smile. And that cocky, but courageous spirit, that was truly beyond defeat. There was a grin on his face-a confidant one-as Christopher Pike rose, and made his way out into the receiving area of his outer office. ''I'm heading upstairs, Richard,'' he offered to his aide there. ''Yes, sir. Anything you need until later?'' ''Just tell Admiral Marcus,'' he replied, ''I'm on my way-and I've got a pitch to make.'' TBC |
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| Kesfan74656 | Wed Mar 12, 2014 10:10 am Post #3 |
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''The Conversation'' Part Three Pike stepped into the offices of Starfleet's Commander-in-Chief, and, as he aimed for the door at the far end of the receiving area, the c-n-c's door opened, and a young man came out, clad in olive garb, a sober expression on his face. They crossed paths; Pike caught his eye, nodded, smiled. The response he got was about-well-to be frank, was less possessing of emotion than a Vulcan fresh out of the Kolinahr ritual. The words ''all business'' seemed to be on steroids in his case, for all the acknowledgement in normal humanoid interaction he got in return. But, there was more, Pike thought in that moment, than just some aloofness. He'd seen the very same reaction, for, he'd run across, and of late, twice before, this same individual in coming here to visit his superior. The man had this single-minded, intense focus, that, for reasons precisely he could not yet name, disturbed the admiral. ''Morning, Shaefer,'' Pike addressed Marcus' own aide, who, thankfully, was a warm and sociable being. ''Good morning, sir. Admiral Marcus is waiting for you.'' ''Thanks. That man, who just left.....who is he?'' The Lieutenant's response related to Pike what appeared to be discomfiture. '' Well, admiral....he is a......civilian advisor, so Admiral Marcus has informed me.'' Pike digested this. ''Seems he is a frequent visitor of late.'' ''Yes, sir. But, as you know, the admiral has any number of regular contacts outside of Starfleet.'' ''That he does. Well, thank you, Lieutenant.'' Pike headed into Marcus's office, and slid the considerations on the Mystery Man off into a file for later review in his mind. He had more immediate concerns-ones he had com,e here, determined to both address, and emerge from here with a win in hand. The aroma of freshly-made brew hit his nostrils, as he entered the ever-busy confines of Alexander Marcus' office. His friend of many years looked up from his computer, where Pike had just caught the edge of a conversation ongoing. Marcus looked up, noted his new guest, smiled briefly, and held up a finger to ask for a moment. ''The last runs are being made, sir'' a female voice spoke from the commgrid. Marcus nodded acknowledgement. Another kind of smile lit his older features, before he replied, ''I'm very pleased with your progress, Commander. My compliments, to all. Carry on.'' With that, he closed the link, and turned his attention to his latest vistitor. ''Moring, Chris,'' he smiled pleasantly. ''Coffee?'' ''Sure, why not?'' Pike lay his cane against the admiral's desk, and took the chair before it. ''I've yet to find a captain, or an admiral, who can get buy without a pot of this stuff,'' Marcus grinned, pouring him a cup. ''Me, even more of late.'' He sobered a bit, pondering something. Pike wondered at that. He chose to ease into his proposal, and felt this adequate for a casual segue. More, however, some voice in his head tickled his brain, as he'd listened to Marcus communicate with the unseen underling. A voice that urged him to do more than take passing note of the interaction, as illogical as that might seem. Sometimes, instincts were all an officer had to go on. They had saved his life, and those of his entire crew, more than once. Not unlike a certain yougn leader, who was currently occupying so much of his thoughts. ''Of course. Alex.....I have noticed, that you've seemed....burdened, of late. Increasingly, over the past six months. '' ''Does this have anything to do with Annie's death?'' His wife had lost her life a good many years ago, when Pike was still a captain. He had called Earth in a commonplace contact to catch up, and report progress on an extended mission, to discover that a liner she had been travelling on to the Altair System, had been captured by'' rogues'', pirates, according to the official after-incident investigation. Typical for her, she eschewed offical transport, preferring to take a flight as if she were an ordinary citizen. It was her humility, and gentleness,her quiet idealism for peace, which had drawn Marcus to her. And the deficit of her presence in his life had caused Pike to privately have concerns, as to how deeply her loss may have affected his friend. He'd blamed himself for not insisting she travel aboard a Federation starship. And all the things, that one does, when facing the loss of a loved one in such a fashion. Marcus did not reply at first. He stared into the depths of his mug for what seemed a long moment, and sighed. ''Chris, that was a long time ago. I've had years, to get past it. A man in my position,'' he added with a firmness that Pike still half-wondered might be a bit forced, '' he can't allow himself to be...hobbled. I had my times with a mental health care expert. I had to move on-as we all do. There is too much we all have to do...wouldn't you agree?'' Marcus rose, and turned to the window behind him, where the bright sunlight of the San Fransisco day shone through the just-evaporating mists of the harbor area nearby. He seemed to be looking then at more than the sea out there, which had made this city so important, centuries before the Admiralty ever rose up from these grounds. '' Chris....do you worry about the future?'' ''Oh...I think it's in pretty good hands. I believe things will be better, even than today.'' Marcus glanced back at him.'' You always were the optimist.'' ''You mean, the idealist,'' Pike recalled, all so well, with a grin.''The kind of idealist, that I thought would be the last man you'd ask to come by.'' ''You should know by now,'' Marcus winked, ''never underestimate me.'' ''I certainly did back then.'' He looked around the chambers, comparing its outlay then, to now. That is when he noted on the display table behind the c-n-c an addition to the array of models which had long been a part of Marcus' personal additions. ''Eh, what's that?'' Pike pointed with the tip of his cane at the sleek, and dark-hulled vessel at the far end. ''Oh. That one. A bit of a spec model,'' Marcus explained. ''A....dream.'' ''Looks mighty....intimidating.'' Compared to the other, and slightly less contemporary designs Pike had long been familair with, in person, and in records, 'edgier'. Pared-down, and tight. And anything but typical mainline Starfleet. Not to his experienced eye. ''Interesting.'' ''You know me, Chris.Always got ideas running around up here,'' he chuckled, tapping his greying skull. ''We have to stay active, looking ahead, anticipating.....so we can be ready.'' ''For what?'' Marcus hailed back to that first meeting they'd had. ''When I called you up to chat, I expected to get a big wall, and boy, did I find one. You reminded me a lot of the Vulcans, back in the day, before they realized the true value of Starfleet-its criticality, not only to Earth's safety, and security, but to that of systems far beyond. It took time, but, they saw the light-though, not before Earth had to go it alone,'' he added, with a trace of harshness. ''They felt that dialogue was the only real means to peace. But, with all due respect, they were flat wrong. THEN. Not always.'' ''I did seem a lot like a Vulcan,''Pike acknowledged. ''My affiliations with Worlds for Peace, was, to my way of thinking, the last sort of contact the head of the quite-militarized Starfleet would want to talk to, other than deliver a stern reproach....'' ''But I fooled you, didn't I??'' ''By light-years,'' Pike smiled. ''Yes, you were the passionate civilian, who'd sworn in public, that he would never be caught dead in a Starfleet uniform.'' ''And, miracle of miracles, I came out of that meeting a newborn convert. Quite a feat, that.'' ''Like I said....'' ''Don't underestimate you. I never have, Alex.'' ''Nor I you, my old friend.'' Marcus came near, and perched his tall frame on the edge of his desk. There blazed in his eyes now, an intensity-the very same intensity, that Pike had born witness to, all those years ago-one that had turned a pacificist into a believer in a balanced view of the cosmos. ''Peace, with strength'' ''Chris.....we're coming to a crossroads.'' Marcus told him. ''There is an ill wind blowing across this quadrant. And, if we're not careful...it's going to blow our house down.'' Pike's attention focused laser-like on those passionate eyes, the same ones that blazed with a plea for him to 'switch sides' that Spring day in this same room. Not in some time, had he seen them so. Part of him understood. But, even as their gazes locked....another felt a shiver. And a voice tickled his mind again. Be watchful. And listen, very carefully, now. TBC |
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| Kesfan74656 | Wed Mar 12, 2014 12:57 pm Post #4 |
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''The Conversation'' Part Four ''You mean the Klingons.'' Pike said. ''I don't frighten easily. You know that. But, they...they keep my up nights.'' '' Over the last year, our ships have been in at least a dozen skirmishes with their war vessels. Any one could well have blown up into something much bigger. I've done what I can-bolstering outpost defenses, pulling nonessentials back to more secure territory-but, there's only so far I can go. I haven't been able to convince the Command Council, of the seriousness of the situation we're facing.'' ''The wolf is at the door. It scares the devil out of me, to think what will happen, if that wolf bashes it down, before we're ready.'' ''I know that you've been working quietly behind the scenes, to generate something between the Federation, and the Romulans. And, I applaud what you've been trying to do. It's the right thing. But, unlike the Romulans, who at least have in their ancestry, and maybe in their present culture, elements of reason, I will never be aboe to say the same for the Klingons. War, and destruction, is all they've known, and all they will ever understand. We CANNOT let down our guard, not for one moment.'' ''Respectfully...I don't necessarily agree,''Pike countered, knowing this would be an uphill battle-like another very shortly to come. '' I have learned, through intermediaries, that there are a few poeple inside the Empire, who, if given a chance, might just be able to affect change-perhaps not overnight, nor without a great deal of risk-on both sides-but, ultimately, Alex, I swear to you, I feel in my bones, it WILL be worth it. There's a captain, named Gorkon, who is as much a veteran as any of the names we know from the hardcore warrior class, like Kor, or Koloth, or Kang. But, unlike the others, he IS open to possibilities, that his peers are not. And, as siad, he isn't alone. What is needed, is for them to know, they have supporters here-like myself. And that that support won;t wane, when things get dicey-as you feel they soon will.'' ''One thing we can immediately agree on, Alex,'' Pike continued, '' is that, out there on the front lines, on the borders, we need men and women, with wisdom, anf forebearance-with just the right touch of soldier in them. The same balance,'' he concluded, ''you claimed you saw inside me, once.'' ''Agreed. And, just who would these prospective candidates be?'' Marcus asked,eyeing him with the suspicion that Pike knew might be coming. ''Right now, only one. James T. Kirk.'' Marcus groaned audibly. ''Chris....really?'' ''i've never been more serious.'' ''The young man not only spit on the Prime Directive. He utterly trashed it. I'm head of this service;I have to ensure that we all adhere to that guiding principle, or, we're little better than the Klingons.'' ''I understand that. I'm not asking you to ignore what he did. If you remember, I made his ..transgressions...all to clear to him. and, losing his ship, his command-those had their impact. He hasn't forgottne, I can promise you. And, I believe he has absorbed the true import, of everything I imparted to him.'' ''You've been watching him for a long time, haven't you?'' ''Longer than even he knows,'' Pike said. And smiled. ''He;'s bloody lucky, you know.To have a man like you in his corner.'' ''Oh, I don't know. I feel pretty lucky myself.'' Marcus shook his head in wonderment. ''What IS it, with this kid?'' ''He's not a kid anymore. And I am certain you'll see that-if you will reinstate his commisssion.'' ''Chris, I can't just pat him on the head, give him back his ship, and send him on his way.'' 'I'm not asking you to, Alex.'' It was Pike's turn, to turn up the fires of passion. Of faith, in one who had been so worthy of it-even when that one did not in any way realize it. ''I'm just asking you to do what you did for another young man, once. A young man YOU believed in-as I do Jim Kirk. ''I believe in that young man-that cocky, grinning, screw the odds kid I picked up out of that dive bar, seemingly an eternity ago. He's two men, in one-like I became. A scrapper, a soldier...who knows when to fight, and when to talk-to reach out, and give the one who wants to destroy you the chance to prove all the assumptions you've had about them wrong. Like I know, in my heart, James Kirk will do.....if given a second chance.'' ''How many of those, ''Pike asked, ''do we all pray we'd been given, at least once??'' |
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| Kesfan74656 | Wed Mar 12, 2014 1:18 pm Post #5 |
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''The Conversation'' Part Five Marcus sat back, and allowed his old friend's words to find their way past, Pike hoped, the defenses he'd erected on first mention of this controversial subject. Arms crossed, he looked askance, to the photo which sat on his desk-one that held the image of a young woman, whom the other man knew to be his daughter. He picked it up, and held it before him. In the eyes that were so often hard, and tough, and unyielding, to any and all he felt opposed to him, there came what was amixture-both of sadness-and something else. Voice taut, he worked visibly to control his emotions, something that Pike knew ran deep, behind the oft-stoic mantle of leadership. The face before him was at that moment one of, not a leader of men..but a father. Something that Chris Pike did understand, if by not circumsatnces typical. Indeed..he knew the emotions a child could engender, in all their complexity. Including pride, which lay clearly in the quiet storm in his sombered gaze. '' We've got a lot of potential in the next generation...don't we, Chris?'' he asked softly. ''Indeed we do, Alex. Indeed we do.'' ''Let's make sure, that they all get their opportunity, to prove themselves.'' ''We need Jim Kirk,'' he concluded. ''And he needs us-because, this is where he belongs. We are his family. It's time, to welcome him back home.'' Marcus found himself unable to resist a chuckle. ''I don't think I've ever heard anyone 'pitch' quite so smoothly, Admiral Pike.'' ''Oh, I had a good teacher.'' his friend, his protege', smiled. ''And, you know me. I don't give up that easily.'' ''Like an old houndog of an admiral I see looking back at me when I'm shaving,'' Marcus joked. Now, Pike knew. Now, Marcus confirmed it, in total. ''Congratulations, Chris. You just made your sale today.'' ''Thank you.'' ''Just DON'T make me regret it, my friend.'' ''No more,'' he offered, ''than you did, in bringing me into the fold.'' ''And never will I. Even if we don't always agree on everything.'' Those words would threaten to cast a shadow over this triumph; but, Pike refused to allow that, as he rose, and took the proferred hand, of an old friend. Those concerns, Pike filed away....for safekeeping. For another conversation. Another day. After all, didn't they still both have some time left? Didn't the world, and all that out there beyond it-which was the province of those new hearts, who were the chosen, select few-deservce the chance, to prove all they could do, and for that future, which was ever unfolding? To do something that MATTERED. To MAKE A DIFFERENCE. FINI |
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| Kesfan74656 | Wed Mar 12, 2014 1:57 pm Post #6 |
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EPILOGUE STARDATE 60.08.04: THE SHETHUROTH SYSTEM The boy felt the rare, yet familiar sensation of his atoms being reassembled in another place-that is, taken from where he had been, seconds ago, in the ruins of what had hours before been his home colony...now ashes. And, his parents...gone. He, along with the man who had rescued him, reappeared as themselves in a shining chamber, populated by others whose tunics bore the same bold insignia, which any child would have recognized-that belonging to members of Starfleet. This was a starship, his first visit aboard one, ever. But, young Rolly Bates would have given a lifetime's worth of dreams, to have those he loved back. His savior looked to the woman in a red uniform nearby. ''Uhura, call Bones. Have him stand by for a guest, please,'' the gold-shirted man ordered. Whoever Bones was, the boy thought, he hoped he could make the pain in his heart go away. Tears welled in his blue eyes, as he stood against the rear bulkhead, while the adults here carried out their duties- which seemed to intimately involve the three dangerous-looking ships on the main viewscreen. ''Captain, they are charging their forward disruptor batteries,'' reported an Asian man at the pilot's station.'' for another round.''And, sensors are picking up another on approach.'' ''I've felt toothaches worse,'' the gold-shirted man snickered. Rolly couldn't believe what he was hearing. Wasn't it those aliens, who killed almost everyone he knew? How could he be so not scared?? '' Engineering reports, we have power reduced to shields by thirty percent,'' spoke in also remarkable, if calm, tones, the Vulcan in a blue shirt across from the lad. ''Boost extra power from life support. Have all personnel on decks below five, go to personal LS.'' ''Scott ta bridge''an odd-sounding man spoke over the bridge commsystem. ''Ye'll have what ye need, if I haveta set up a stationary bike,and tread up the juice meself!!'' ''I would have assumed nothing less, Mister Scott. Many thanks, as always.'' But, even with the confidance that each one here seemed to convey in their survival, Rolly doubted. He'd seen too much. Maybe it was better. Maybe he could go be with his mom and dad, now, in heaven. Did the aliens believe in heaven? One thing seemed for sure: the crew looked like they believed in the man in the gold shirt-the man called Kirk. Then, Rolly looked up, as tears escaped down his cherubic face, to note the man coming to him. Kirk knelt, and smiled. It wasn't fake, like he knew some adults did, when they knew you were scared, and just tried to make you less scared. This was....because HE WASN'T. Why?? ''Hey....I'm Jim,'' he introduced, and put out his hand. ''M-my daddy....he's....dead.'' Kirk's confidance did not, clearly, proclude other emotions.Something just as strong glistened in his eyes, as he nodded, solemnly. ''I know.I know. I lost my dad, too...a long time ago. But, you know what? He was a HERO. Like yours.'' This revelation cut through Rolly's pain.''He WAS??'' ''Yes. You see...I was there, with him, when he gave his life, to save his neighbor-and your friend, Margie. They're in our Sickbay, right now. And, they're gonna be ALL RIGHT. And, so will you.'' '''Daddy did that?'' ''Yes. And, before he died...he told me, to tell you....he is so proud of you. And that he loves you.'' ''Did-did you ever get, to tell your daddy you loved him?'' ''No. He died when I was born.'' ''I'm sorry.'' 'It's okay. I got another dad, later. For a while.'' Kirk reached inside the pocket of his trousers, and, taking the boy's hand, put something in it. Rolly looked down. It was a ring-big, in his palm, and gold like one of mommy's jewels. And, the boy sensed, of great value. ''I want you to do me a favor.'' ''O-okay.'' ''You hold onto that, till we get away from these bad people. You see...the man who wore it-he believed in me. Just the way, I am asking you, to believe in me, too, now. Can you do that for me, Rolly?'' He took his other hand, and squeezed it, tight. ''I WILL get you, and your friends through this. I PROMISE YOU.Whatver it takes.'' There was so much faith in those eyes, Rolly saw. So much courage, that, how could he doubt him? What kind of man was he, this Jim Kirk, to make a little kid believe, when everything around him had fallen apart? Rolly wasn't sure. But, one thing he did know for sure...he WAS going to believe him. And that he should. He smiled through his pain. And the man named Jim did, too. ''We will all be o-kay.'' Then, he rose, and strode to his command cahir. He neither hurried in panic, nor crept in doubt, and fear. He took possession of it, as though it had been his from his very birth-that THIS was where he belonged. And ever would. ''Mister Sulu,'' James T. Kirk, captain of the starship U.S.S. Enterprise ordered-BOLDLY- ''PUNCH ME A HOLE. WE'RE GOING HOME.'' FINI |
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