Captain’s Log Stardate 5923.5, the Starship Station · 2016. 1. 4. · Star Trek: My Brother’s...

Star Trek: My Brother’s Keeper by Joe Haffner

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Captain’s Log Stardate 5923.5, the Starship Enterprise is en route to Brannock

Station – at Rigel VII - to pick up the new President of the United Federation of Planets

– S’kol, and then take him to his home planet - Vulcan - for the upcoming inauguration

ceremony. In addition to the Enterprise being ordered to escort the new President to

the aforementioned political function, Starfleet Intelligence has informed us of a far more

pressing issue in that one of our own may be using his position and resources to pursue

a personal vendetta.

Kirk turns off his log recorder, lifts his eyes above an ancient leather-bound

hardback copy of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick. While lifting his gaze from the dusty

pages in his hands, his eyes fixate on his reflection in the mirror. He is astonished at

the toll the five-year mission is taking on his appearance. “I have crows’ feet.” Jim

mutters while touching his tired eyelids. His hair is starting to show more white and

gray strands, betraying his youthful age of 36-years.

Kirk puts his book down on the nightstand, gets out of his chair and pulls on the

bottom of his gold tunic. “It’s too tight.” The Captain mutters, realizing the garment is

much tighter than he remembered. Too many hours of over-indulging in drink and

heavy meals and not enough time exercising. No doubt that would be Doctor McCoy’s

diagnosis during the next medical physical. The Captain acknowledges that the uniform

he is now wearing was measured to fit his body at a time when he was a few pounds

lighter. But he does not have the time to worry about such matters now. Kirk has a

mission to complete and he cannot show his discomfort to his crew.

“Computer, time?” Kirk asks as he combs his hair. He looks down at the

P.A.D.D. on his desk, reviewing the itinerary for the next few days. Ironically, this is a

part of the job that he both enjoys and loathes at the same time. While he is

uncomfortable having to be responsible for the safety and comfort of a powerful

politician, it is a boost to the ego to know that he has an opportunity to get to know the

new President on a somewhat personal level. But more importantly, to ensure that the

Federation will survive and possibly thrive for many generations to come – just so long

as he and his crew are able to ensure the incoming leaders safety.

“Seven-hours, 50-minutes.” The computer replies. Kirk pauses for a moment,

lost in thought. He flips another comm switch. “Mr. Spock, report.” The Captain says

after flipping the comm switch on.

“Good morning, Captain.” Spock said in an almost uncharacteristically cheerful

tone. Kirk smiles briefly as his First-Officer seems to finally being comfortable using a

simple Earth custom. It’s taken a number of years but at least for a moment it could

finally be happening. Kirk quickly dismisses the thought of commenting about Spock

finally loosening up and instead checks off a few items on the P.A.D.D. with his stylus.

“Good morning, Spock.” Kirk returns the gesture. “How long before we arrive at

Brannock Station?”


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“At our present speed, four hours.” The First-Officer replies.

Kirk nods. “Good. Call all senior officers to the Conference Room for the

morning briefing. Also notify Mr. Gibbs to attend as well. We’re going to start a little

earlier than normal.”

“Acknowledged, Captain.” Spock replied, glancing at the chronometer at his

station. “Spock out.”

Yeoman Julie Brady pushes a food cart toward the conference table. The top of

the cart’s chrome-colored surface is holding a large silver tray filled with cups, two large

pots of coffee, two pots of hot water along with a massive plate of breakfast pastries

and small cups of fruit. She places the refreshments at the center of the table near the

monitor and walks out of the room.

The six senior Enterprise officers, Mister Scott, Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy, Mr. Sulu,

Mr. Chekov and Lieutenant Uhura are in their respective seats as Kirk enters the

Conference Room. The team is busy comparing notes, exchanging ideas, preparing for

the day ahead as the Captain surveys the crews reactions.

“As you all were.” Kirk nods to everyone who was about to stand up. “As you

were.” The Captain repeats himself, noting that regulations strongly encourage the

formality of subordinates to rise when a commanding officer enters the room – however

Kirk personally dislikes the gesture. Kirk discouraged the practice very early in his

captaincy, feeling it was outdated and it grew tiresome to the point of being annoying –

so he nixed the practice. Jim pours a cup of coffee for Lieutenant Uhura, then himself.

Kirk hands the pot to Scotty, who then hands it off to McCoy, on to Sulu and then finally

Chekov. The Captain sits down in his chair, with his back to the main doors. He

inhales and begins to speak. “Time for us to get to work.” Kirk says as he turns on his

monitor.

Just as the Captain finishes his opening statement, the conference room doors

open again and this time a young lieutenant-commander, a Caucasian male in his mid-

40s wearing a red shirt, enters the room. He’s slightly winded, mildly embarrassed

about entering the room when the Captain is talking. Yet he manages to hide the

discomfort from his face. A few eyes watch this veritable stranger circle around the

table. He sits down on a vacant chair at the far end of the Captain. “Welcome to the

senior officers meeting Mr. Gibbs.” Kirk says nodding at the young man.

“Thank you Captain.” Gibbs acknowledges, feeling like an underclassman late for

his first day of class at the Academy.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is our new Security Chief – Lieutenant-Commander

Tony Gibbs. He joined us during the last crew transfer with the USS Missouri eight

weeks ago.”


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Everybody nods and makes quick congratulatory remarks to the young man.

“Mr. Gibbs, please update us on security preparations that you and Starfleet Security

have made for our guests.” Kirk says putting his cup down.

“Thank you, Captain.” Gibbs leans forward, presses a couple switches on the

panel in front of him. The 3-panel Lazy-Susan monitor in the center table lights up at

the same time as the monitor in the back of the room. “After careful consideration of the

layout of the Enterprise, our team has assigned two guards to be with President-elect

S’kol and his staff at all times anytime they move anywhere on the Enterprise. The

security guards will be armed with phasers set on stun. Out of courtesy and out of the

request of the President-elect and his staff for peace and quiet, we have set up quarters

for our guests on Deck 14. This was made possible after modifying parts of the

Observation Lounge into temporary housing.” Gibbs stops, looks around.

“Sounds like a crotchety old man.” McCoy mutters to himself. Kirk looks over at

the Doctor and shakes his head.

McCoy leans back in his chair, choosing to stay silent to his Captain’s

admonishment.

“Very good, Mr. Gibbs. Any questions?” Kirk asks. No one says anything. “Now

we have another emergency situation developing folks. Starfleet Intelligence will have

details for us in a moment.” Kirk puts down his coffee cup and taps the keyboard in front

of him. “It seems that the Captain of the USS Yankton has gone on silent running and is

operating his vessel against Starfleet orders. The Yankton was last seen in this sector

harassing and in some cases attacking Kimbarian vessels.” Some of the crew begin

exchanging puzzled glances at one another, along with whispering about what would

drive a Captain to go to such lengths as using a ship out for his own gain. “Computer,

open private channel 47 to Starfleet Command – attention Admiral Kara Flanders.”

“Please state verbal access code to continue procedure.” The Computer says

plainly.

Kirk replies, “Authorization code Alpha-Delta-two-two-seven-five-two-nine –

enable.”

The image of a human female in her mid-50s appears on the screen. She has

strands of long blonde hair mixed with streaks of white hair. She is wearing a dark gold

tunic with the Starfleet insignia in the upper right of her chest and a pair of antiquated

eyeglasses drooping over her eyes.

“Good morning, Captain.” Flanders says, nodding at the Captain then his crew

over the view screen.

“Good morning, Admiral.” Kirk says, feeling his heart sink a bit. When he was a

cadet at Starfleet Academy, Flanders, then a Captain, was one of Kirk’s many

instructors. She instilled in the Captain to always remember that humanity is universal,


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regardless of what race you encounter. “Anything new concerning the rogue element,

Admiral?”

“Nothing yet, Mr. Kirk.” Flanders replies, glancing down at her desk. “Captain, I

am sending you the latest intelligence reports we have on Captain Kirsch Begraoph,

along with biographical files of his crew, in particular his senior officers. It’s hard to

accept that one of our own has gone on silent running, but it seems that Captain

Begraoph has crossed a very thin line. But we need more evidence Captain before we

can file criminal charges against him. However, give the potential volatility of the

accusations against Begraoph, you are free to use extreme prejudice in dealing with this

matter, Captain.”

Kirk feels his stomach tighten at hearing the expression, extreme prejudice.

“Understood, Admiral.” Kirk pauses, turning his chair around. “Computer, relay

background information on Captain Kirsch Begraogh.”

The computer pauses for a moment, then starts relaying the requested data.

“Captain Kirsch Begraoph, age 47 Earth Years, born on Star base 234. He graduated

from the Starfleet class of 2243 – Captain since 2258 of USS Yankton.”

“Computer, pause.” Kirk says noting that his First-Officer has something to say.

“What is it, Spock? Kirk inquires.

“Captain, Star base 234 is literally in the area called the Void, it lies in the midst

of Federation – Klingon and Romulan space. The Lambda-Hydrae star system is one of

a few known sectors in that area – hence – the Void.” Spock responds, looking at the

screen. Kirk pauses for a moment, recalling the history of this area and what Spock is

really saying. Kirk presses a few more controls on the keyboard. “Computer, where

was Kirsch Begraoph stationed in the Earth year 2245?

“Duty assignment for Kirsch Begraoph during Earth year 2245 included stents in

engineering, science and tactical field programs.”

“Computer, pause.” Kirk shouts as he gazes at the profile on the screen. He

notices a list of various reports filed under Begraoph’s name. “Relay report from

Admiral Kenneth David dated August 17, 2245.”

The report materializes on the screen. “Computer, read summary of report 1047-

08102005-1550.”

“The Jayhna Massacre of 2245. On 10 August 2245 two rogue Kimbarian battle

cruisers attacked Star Base 234, killing 17 Tellarite civilians.” The computer stops as

Kirk presses the pause button.

“Computer, are any of the 17 Tellarite civilian casualties related to Captain Kirsch

Begraoph?” Kirk asks, starting to formulate a conclusion which is painting a very dark

picture for a highly honored Starfleet commanding officer.


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“Affirmative, two of the people on the manifest are related to Captain Kirsch

Begraoph. They are Tlughi Sheblond and Kathao lorin Prafrorg, both listed as sisters

of Kirsch Begraoph. Both women were civilian engineers assigned to Star Base 234 to

oversee the refit of numerous science stations in the base.”

“Jim.” McCoy interrupts Kirk’s train of thought. “Why do I get the feeling, just

based upon rumors of possible recent attacks, that Captain Begraoph is seeking

revenge?” Kirk gives McCoy a slightly annoyed glare of admonishment since the

Doctor acted so informal to him in front of his senior officer. But McCoy ignores Kirk’s

annoyance.

“Anything else, Admiral?” Kirk asks.

“Negative. Good luck, Mr. Kirk and Godspeed. Flanders out.” The screen turns

dark and switches off. Kirk pauses, surveys his crew and looks at Lieutenant-

Commander Gibbs again. “Now in the event we capture Captain Begraoph, is there any

significant danger that he will encounter President-elect S’kol while aboard the

Enterprise?”

“Very little sir. Since the President-elect and his advisors have most all their

accommodations already located on Deck 14, they will not be in any danger of

encountering any rogue element or elements. Assuming we are successful in arresting

Captain Begraoph – he and any of his perpetrators will be housed in the brig on Deck

7… which is not far from the main transporter room. So again, we aren’t expecting any

problems in ensuring the President or his advisors safety.”

Kirk glances over at Spock who nods his approval – then shifts his gaze to the

ship’s chief navigator. “Mr. Chekov, give us an update on the Kimbarians.”

Chekov gets out of his chair, stands before the monitor at the opposite end of the

room entrance, presses a few keys and points to the screen. “Thank you, Keptin. As

Mr. Spock noted a moment ago, the Kimbarians reside in a neutral space of the

Federation, the Klingon Empire and the Romulan Star Empire in the Lambda-Hydrae

star system, in an area called the Void. To date, the Kimbarians have applied for

membership in the United Federation of Planets but so far their petition for admission

has been rejected. Their home system consists of 24 planets, seven of which are

Class-M.” Chekov pauses, points at a blue-green planet with four moons. “The

Kimbarians originated from this planet – Kimbari Prime. It is slightly larger than Earth

and is comprised of two major continents and numerous smaller islands. Ninety-

percent of the planet is covered with fresh water – making it a highly valued commodity

for many lifeforms such as ourselves, sir.”

“Very good, Mr. Chekov. Spock, refresh our memory on the recent Kimbarian

war with the Klingon Empire.” Kirk said, taking another drink of coffee.

“The Kimbarian Conflict is a war that was fought between Klingon Empire and

the Kimbarian Alliance from 2247 through 2269 in the Lambda-Hydrae star system. The


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primary part of the war took place on Kimbari Prime. The Kimbarians were at one-time

known to a peaceful space-faring race. That changed after they reported being

attacked by the Klingon Empire in 2241 in the Narendra star system. During that attack,

four Kimbarian freighters carrying dilithium crystals along with other valuable supplies

were severely damaged by seven Klingon attack cruisers. An estimated 400 people

were severely injured during the initial attack. Both governments agreed to a peace

treaty to avoid such confrontations in the future.”

“Let me guess. The Klingons didn’t honor such an agreement.” Scotty chimed in,

putting down his scone back on the plate in front of him.

Spock pauses for a few seconds, then continues with his report. “Correct Mr.

Scott. The Klingon Empire is on record for violating the terms of the treaty fifteen

months after the agreement went into effect. The Empire sent five fleets of warships

[Each fleet was comprised of ten vessels] to the Lambda-Hydrae system to take by

force as many natural resources as possible. The Kimbarians responded by attacking

the Klingon cruisers with disastrous results. Soon, both governments declared war on

each other, for the second time in history. In all, 750,232 Kimbarians were killed or

were reported missing after the war while an estimated 265,700 Klingons died or were

reported missing. The war officially ended a few months ago when both sides signed a

peace treaty at H’atoria V. Ambassador Klarvik Joi of Kimbaria Prime, Ambassador

S’kol of Vulcan and Ambassador K’Waq of the Klingon Empire were instrumental in

creating the peace treaty. Per the agreement, both governments agreed to restrict

contact with each other to humanitarian needs only. Since then, many Kimbarians have

opted to leave their home star system to reside on other Class-M worlds, including

Earth.”

“Mr. Sulu, what do we know about the Kimbarian vessel being pursued by the

Yankton?” Kirk says.

“Starfleet Intelligence has limited information about the vessel, but they do say

that the Kimbarian vessel is the KSA Klarvik and it is registered with the Federation’s

refugee database. According to the database, the Klarvik has a few defensive weapons

and even fewer offensive weapons. However, the Kimbarians are known to be highly

resourceful people and should not be underestimated in any fight as a potential loser.

The flight manifest says there are 150 people on board the Klarvik.” Sulu replies. “She

was on her way to Earth when she was knocked off course two days into the flight. It’s

now believed to be headed for Vulcan.”

“What about the Yankton?” Kirk presses on.

“The Yankton is a Frontier-class starship with two forward photon torpedo

launchers, two aft-torpedo launchers, six phaser cannons and a crew compliment of 500

people. She is roughly the same size as the Enterprise.” Sulu finishes his statement.

“Thank you, Mr. Sulu.”


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“Lieutenant Uhura. How versed are you in the Kimbarian language?” Kirk

asked, taking another drink of his coffee. “What do you know about their language?”

“Very little I’m afraid. Even though the Kimbarians have a protected status with

the Federation, they are not an official partner of the U-F-P. Regrettably, their

educators have not been very forthcoming in sharing their language or culture with us.

However, based upon what we do know is that it is similar to the ancient culture on

Betazed. So we might be able to draw on that for understanding Kimbarian culture.”

Uhura says.

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Spock, since the Captain of the Yankton is a Tellarite, I

think it would be best if we had a refresher on the basics of Tellarite culture.”

“As you may recall from our mission to Babel a few months ago, Ambassador

Gav was extremely quarrelsome with Ambassador Sarek. Arguing is considered a

dominant part of the Tellarite culture, not necessarily to make a point but rather to

simply argue. On their home world, Tellar Prime, the Tellarites have developed a trade

empire, thanks to centuries of combat and negotiation, which expands for many light-

years. Now despite a reputation for being tough and ruthless, Tellarites are known to

be honor-bound in their business dealings.” Spock paused. “Simply put, Tellarites are

renowned for being direct and forceful in their conversations. They are known to be so

quarrelsome that arguing is more like a competitive sport. On Tellar Prime for example,

they consider normal polite conversation to be a grave insult; so it is highly

recommended to be insulting and crude whenever speaking to a Tellarite. Therefore,

because of their ability to argue, Tellarites make extremely excellent politicians.”

“Why Spock, is that a joke?” McCoy asks. “Tellarites make extremely excellent

politicians.”

“A joke, Doctor. The thought never occurred to me. I am merely…” Spock

started before Kirk shook his head at both men. “We already have one potential war on

our hands. Let’s not start another in the Conference room.” Kirk pauses, looking at his

crew in which various members are trying to not laugh out loud. “We have a lot on our

plate. But I am confident we’ll get through this situation successfully. This is the best

crew in Starfleet. So let’s continue to do our best. Return to your duty stations. I want

you all to have status reports available as soon as possible. Dismissed.”

Captain Kirk enters the Turbo-Lift, grabs the on/off switch and says, “Bridge.”

The car’s engines hum, the safety cage shakes subtly as it starts the ascent to the top

deck of the 40-year old plus starship. The doors open and the Alpha-team crew

members are busy working at their duty stations. The crew wasted no time in returning

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Kirk sits down in the command chair, stares at the view screen for a moment

while catching his breath. “How long before we reach the transport coordinates?” Kirk

asks.

“Fifteen minutes, sir.” Sulu replies, entering in a few commands into the ships

helm computer.

“Thank you.” Kirk replies, glancing over to the navigation station – located to the

right of the helm station. “Mr. Chekov. Report.”

“All systems normal, sir. No sign of any other vessels in the area.” Chekov

replied. Kirk nods while lifting himself out of his chair. He walks to the port side of the

bridge, pausing at the Engineering console.

“I already know the answer but I have to hear it anyway.” Kirk jokes as he sees

Scotty looking up from a control panel.

“All systems looking good, sir. I’m on my way down to inspect the Jeffries tubes

though.” Scotty said, nodding to his relief officer Thomas Marshall who parks his young

body down in the bridge-engineering operator’s chair.

“Is there something wrong?” Kirk inquires, noting Scotty is conversing with a

junior officer while pointing at a display on his console.

“A minor power flow fluctuation. It may be nothing more than a faulty power

circuit. Still, I don’t want the bloody thing failing. Especially since there could be a

madman attacking us at any time. If it is damaged or destroyed, the lack of a reliable

power circuit could render us dead in the water for a long time.” Scotty says pointing to

a power grid display with questionable readings. Ensign Marshall chimes in, “Normally

it takes about four days at Warp six to get to Earth from Vulcan. But on impulse, we

might as well retire out here.”

Both the Captain and the Chief-Engineer exchange amused glances at each

other over the junior officer jumping into their conversation. Scotty quickly raises his

right hand and makes a slicing gesture toward his junior officer.

“As you were, Lad.” Scotty tells his junior officer, whose face is now bright red.

“Sorry, sir.” Marshall says weakly, his face now a snow white. Kirk squints at

Scotty who shares a subtle smile at the young officer’s comment.

“An engineer’s job is never done, eh Scotty?” Kirk teases.

“Indeed. If you’ll excuse me, sir. Come along, lad.” Scotty returns the smile to

Kirk while motioning for Ensign Marshall to follow him to the Turbo-Lift car.

Moments after Scotty and Marshall leave the Bridge, Dr. Leonard McCoy steps

out of the car. He walks down the steps to the command chair and puts his hands on


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the left side armrest. “Sickbay is ready Jim. I just hope to God my services won’t be

needed.”

“Amen to that, Bones.” Kirk nods his approval. McCoy lifts his hands from the

chair and walks toward the science station. He has a smug grin on his face as he

approaches Spock who seems to be unaware of McCoy’s presence. Kirk quietly

shakes his head while observing what is sure to be another pedantic debate between

two of his best friends.

“So Spock.” McCoy starts the debate. “How do you feel about a Vulcan finally

being elected President of the United Federation of Planets? It must put a little pride in

your step. Maybe adding another notch on the totem pole for Vulcan cultural

accomplishments.”

Spock pauses for a moment as he looks up from his monitor, now fully acknowledging that the ship’s doctor is standing beside him. He senses various eyes of the crew looking at him, expecting him to show some emotion at the Doctor’s taunting. Instead he raises one eyebrow and replies, “Pride, I’m not familiar with that emotion, Doctor. However, I believe it will do our political system some good to see more logic enter into the process. In regards to your reference to S’kol adding prestige to the Vulcan cultural totem pole, I assure you that no such monument is known to exist. However, it should be noted that numerous cultures in the galaxy are known to have something like totem poles. While it is commonly believed to be high on a totem pole is a sign of social advancement, it just happens to be a fallacy in many cultures. For example, on Earth…”

“Spock, I didn’t come up here for a history lesson… especially one from my home planet.” McCoy bursts out, momentarily unaware of how loud his voice is carrying across the bridge. Kirk gives the doctor a mockingly, slightly annoyed look while pushing his right hand down in mid-air as if to say, tone down your voice. McCoy rolls his eyes slightly at Kirk while Spock continues.

“You seem to be forgetting Doctor. While I endeavor to embrace the Vulcan tenant of my heritage in controlling my emotions, the other half of my heritage is human – which of course also makes Earth a home world to me.” Spock points out.

“Dammit. I’ve opened up a big can of worms this morning.” McCoy mutters.

“Can of worms, Doctor?” Spock asks, clearly not understanding the meaning of the statement.

“You mean that logical brain knows everything about totem poles but you don’t know anything about the ancient North American expression ‘can of worms.’ Your mother’s family must hang their heads in shame at you, Mr. Spock.” McCoy pauses, watching Spock raise an eyebrow in bewilderment.


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“Doctor McCoy. That’ll be enough!” Kirk says in a low guttural voice, glaring at his friend.

“Sorry Mr. Spock, I went too far with my previous statement.” McCoy says, then walking a few feet before stopping in between the Science station and the Communications station.

The Science-Officer pauses, raises an eyebrow and responds, “Excuse me, Doctor. I have to finish my analysis.” Kirk laughs as he sees the Doctor roll his eyes, embarrassed. “If he were more in touch with his human heritage he would know what a big can of worms means.” McCoy whispers to himself.

Kirk walks up to the science station. “Mr. Spock, report.”

“All stations report full operational status. No issues concerning ship integrity.

We will be arriving at Brannock Station in three-and-a-half hours at current speed.”

Spock said pointing to the view screen. While Kirk listens, Spock hands the Captain his

P.A.D.D. and pen. Kirk quickly glances over the report, sees where his signature is

needed and quickly signs his name. “Very good.” The Captain walks over and stands

behind Lieutenant Uhura’s post. “Communications officer, report please.” Kirk asks,

returning the officer’s warm smile.

“All communications systems are fully operational. No interstellar phenomena to

cause any significant problems.” Uhura pauses for a few seconds, checking over her

display panels. “And still no new reports from Admiral Flanders.” Kirk nods and then

walks back to the center of the room, sitting down in his command chair.

“Keptin, I have a pair of bogies approaching at zero-nine-zero at full-impulse,

range 50,000 kilometers.” Chekov shouts from his station.

“Sound red alert, all decks.” Kirk says quickly dashing to his command chair.

The red alert klaxon comes to life, blaring loudly throughout the entire ship. The

normal solid white lighting of the command center is now occasionally flashing red.

Spock quickly returns his gaze to his station and starts his scanners.

“Report.” Kirk glances at Spock, sitting down in the command chair – then leans

forward.

“Scanners indicate the USS Yankton is now entering this star system at full

impulse. She is pursuing the KSA Klarvik, a Kimbarian refugee vessel. The ships are

approximately 50,000 kilometers from our position.” Spock adjusts his instruments,

tapping a few more controls on the console.

Kirk rubs his chin, thinking while Dr. McCoy stands to the left side of the

command chair. “What are they doing?” McCoy mutters.


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“A very good question, Bones.” Kirk replies clearing his throat, sitting back in his

command chair. “Anything on the comm?” The Captain looks back at Lieutenant Uhura

who shakes her head no. “Open a channel to both vessels, Lieutenant.”

Uhura nods that the channel is open.

“This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation starship Enterprise sending a

general hail to both the USS Yankton and the KSA Klarvik. Please respond.” Seconds

pass like minutes but no one answers. “I repeat. This is Captain James T. Kirk of the

Federation Starship U.S.S. Enterprise contacting both the USS Yankton and the KSA

Klarvik. Please respond.”

“Any response, Lieutenant Uhura?” Kirk demands, strumming his fingers on the

command chair armrests.

“Still no reply sir. The channel is open and there is no interference.” Uhura said,

adjusting some settings. “Starship Yankton, you are ordered to power down your

weapons. The Enterprise is on a sensitive diplomatic mission to Rigel VII.” Kirk hopes

the embellishment will deter the Yankton Captain to discontinue his attack. A few more

seconds pass before she speaks again, squinting at her console and then looking back

to the center of the Bridge. “Captain, the Klarvik is sending out a distress signal.”

Kirk nods, “Open a private channel to the Klarvik.” Uhura nods that the channel

is open. “This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation starship Enterprise. Klarvik,

do you require assistance?”

The view screen switches on to the interior of the Klarvik’s bridge. “This is Major

Gellstadt Yuzada of the Kimbarian Alliance. Yes, thank you Captain. It’s that damned

Tellarite Captain of the Yankton who is responsible for this.” Small explosions go off in

the background, along with electrical circuits buzzing and shorting out. Kirk stares at

the view screen. Yuzada stands back from the camera. Two dead crewmen lay on the

floor behind him in what looks to be the command center of his ship. Both are

unresponsive, bleeding from massive head and chest wounds. “The Yankton attacked

us when we entered the system two hours ago. We have only a few defensive

weapons… Our warp drive system is severely damaged. We can barely run on

impulse. Our reactors are…” Kirk looks over at Spock and McCoy. The channel goes

cold as another shockwave from a torpedo blasts hits the Klarvik.

“Major Yuzada, come in….” Uhura shouts back into her microphone. She adjusts

a few settings but to no avail. The channel is filled with static.

“Bones, get a medical team together down to the hangar bay.” Kirk says without

hesitation. McCoy nods and runs to the Turbo-Lift, disappears after the doors close.

Kirk presses a comm switch on his chair. “Hangar deck control, make preparations to

bring the Klarvik crew inside our hangar deck.”


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Kirk pauses for a few seconds, watching the two men leave, and then turns to the

ship’s navigator/tactical officer. “Mr. Chekov, get ready to drop our shields for a few

seconds.”

“Sir?” Chekov protests.

“That’s an order, Mister.” Kirk says, looking at a readout on Sulu’s panel. “Mr.

Sulu, put us between the Yankton and the Klarvik. Open the rear ventral docking cargo

doors on my mark. Lock a tractor-beam onto the Klarvik and bring her to docking

position. It’ll take too long to beam the entire crew over.” Kirk pauses. Sulu flips some

switches. “Aye sir.”

“Mr. Chekov standby to raise shields once we have the Klarvik in place. In the

meantime, energize the phaser banks and prepare a spread of photon torpedoes.” Kirk

says, watching the view screen.

“Aye, Keptin.” Chekov says, quickly programming his weapons computers for a

possible attack.

“Mr. Sulu, engage the tractor beam at your discretion.” Kirk says sitting back

down in his chair.

“Aye, sir. The Klarvik is 35,000 kilometers away from the Enterprise.”

“Captain, I’m reading a massive power failure in the Klarvik.” Spock interjects.

“The vessel has sustained numerous hull breaches caused by phaser-fire and photo

torpedo detonations.”

The Captain gets out of his chair, stands behind Sulu and Chekov.

“We’ll intercept the Klarvik in twenty-five seconds.” Sulu replies.

“Mr. Chekov, adjust phaser power to one-hundredth of normal power. I want to

disable the Yankton, not destroy it.” Kirk said. “Target the field coils in their warp

nacelles. That’ll shut ‘em down long enough for us to get the Klarvik crew to safety.”

“Aye, Keptin.” Chekov responded, reprogramming the phaser frequency

distribution array.

“Mr. Sulu, how far away are we from the Klarvik?” Kirk inquires, feeling the

sweat beading up on his forehead.

“Ten -thousand kilometers sir.” Sulu responds. “Activating tractor-beam in five

seconds.”

“Keptin, the Yankton is firing full phasers at the Klarvik.” Chekov shouted.

“Mr. Chekov, fire phasers at the Yankton.” Kirk replies, growing increasingly

angry about the situation.


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The Enterprise fires her phasers on the Yankton. The Yankton fires back with a

stronger blast, hitting the forward section of the Enterprise saucer-section. “Captain,

we’re losing engine power.” Sulu shouts, pressing buttons and flipping unresponsive

switches. “I still have the Klarvik in the tractor-beam though!” Smoke and small fires

start erupting from various consoles throughout the ship, including the Bridge. The

Enterprise shudders as she is hit with another massive weapons discharge.

“Scotty!” Kirk shouts into the communicator on his chair. “What’s the deal with

the engines?”

“Well whoever is running the show on the Yankton is causing us a lot of grief.

Their blasts have disrupted numerous power distribution nodes and drive systems

throughout this ship. Plus, half the bridge relays are fused. I’ll bypass what I can from

down here but she won’t be nimble sir for a bit.”

Despite the Enterprise taking a brutal hit, the Captain is more than confident that

Scotty will be able to keep the vessel in the dogfight. “Mr. Chekov, load torpedoes one

and two.” Kirk says, sitting down in his chair. He felt cold sweat pouring down his

forehead and face. Now both the Klarvik and the Enterprise shake since both vessels

are now physically linked together with a docking ring.

Kirk feels his right eye start twitching, a sign he is growing increasingly stressed.

He has to ignore it, at least long enough to get his ship and crew through this crisis.

Kirk is hoping the situation would ease up so he wouldn’t have to give the next order.

But there’s no time to delay that any longer. “Mr. Chekov, fire both tubes.”

“Firing torpedoes.” Chekov said, watching the detonator countdown timer on his

console. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

Kirk gets out of his chair. “Six, five, four, three, two, one. Impact!” Chekov

pauses. “Direct hit, sir. The Yankton is disabled.” On the viewer, it’s clear that the

Yankton is stranded in its present location. Smoke is billowing out of the vessel’s aft

and ventral sections. Sparks from damaged power relay circuits light the dark vacuum

of space.

“Direct hit on the Yankton, Captain. Both torpedoes have detonated in her star

drive section.” Spock says from his console. “I’m reading numerous system failures.

However, her warp drive system is still partially operational.”

“About damn time.” Kirk thought as he walked back to his chair. He presses a

comm button, “Is the Klarvik secure with the Enterprise?”

“Affirmative Captain. We have a hard dock with the Klarvik.” Sulu says, repairing

some of his damaged controls with the assistance of Lieutenant Dana Billington.

“Dr. McCoy. I assume you are taking good care of our patients in the shuttle

bay.” Kirk said pressing a comm switch on his chair.


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“Yes sir.” Dr. McCoy replied. “These people are in good hands.”

“Very good Doctor.” Kirk said, noting McCoy’s staff was on top of the medical

situation. “I want a full report from you as soon as you’re able.”

“Understood Captain. I’ll have that for you within a few minutes. McCoy out.”

The sound of medical scanners could be heard in the background along with the shouts

of people moaning in pain and various conversations among the refugees carried over

the intercom.

“Captain. I’m receiving a message from the commander of the Yankton.” Uhura

broke in, adjusting the volume on her earpiece.

Kirk walks to the front of the bridge, looks at the helm and navigation readouts.

“Lieutenant Uhura, open a channel.”

“Channel open.”

“This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise. By order of

Starfleet Command – you are hereby notified that you are in violation of numerous

Starfleet regulations, most notably attacking a civilian vessel without just cause. You

are ordered to stand down, disarm your weapons and surrender. If you do not comply,

I’m authorized to use whatever resources necessary to disable your vessel.”

“This is Captain Kirsh Begraogh of the Federation Starship Yankton. Am I to

assume you are the human known as Kirk? The man who lead a counterattack to

destroy my ship.” A man with a pig-like face appeared on the view screen. His dark

black eyes stare blankly across the vastness of space and lock onto Kirk’s face. The

Enterprise Captain is puzzled and is clearly in no mood to honor the Tellarite tradition of

trading insults, especially now. But if he’s to get through to the Yankton’s commanding

officer, he will have to fight a verbal confrontation.

“Captain, that ship belongs to Starfleet Command. You have attacked innocent

people without just provocation.” Kirk replies. “If you don’t surrender within ten

minutes, I am authorized to take your vessel by whatever means are necessary.”

“Human, you fail to grasp the seriousness of the situation. You are carrying

traitors. We had no choice but to attack the vessel that you now have in custody.”

Begraoph sneers.

“Captain, I don’t know of any traitors aboard this ship. However, you must call off

your attacks” Kirk demands, resisting the urge to order retaliate against the Yankton’s

commanding officer with more aggressive weapons.

“Captain Kirk. Are you deaf?” Begraoph asks, puzzled that Kirk is being

uncharacteristically quiet.

Kirk rubs his chin and then grins while leaning back in his chair. He put his hand

down, sits up straight up and then gets out of his chair and decides to taunt Begraoph a


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little more, “So far, Captain Begraoph, you haven’t given me a compelling reason as to

why you pursued a civilian vessel. But I can assure you one thing….my hearing is just

fine. As is my ability to abide by the law. But now I am wondering one thing, how is it

that a virtually unarmed civilian vessel a threat to anyone’s security?”

Begraoph shuts off the comm channel. The Yankton begins to turn slowly to its

port side, pointing her weapons array at the Enterprise.

“Communications?” Kirk says to Uhura, turning around for only a moment.

“Nothing sir.” Uhura replies. “He seems to have shut off the channel.”

Kirk walks over to his command chair, taps a key. “Dr. McCoy report on the

condition of our guests in the hangar bay.”

“It’s not very good, Jim. Fourteen dead, 36 were seriously injured while 18 more

sustained injuries ranging from minor to moderate.” McCoy replies. “Thankfully our

casualties were much lighter. Nurse Chapel and Doctor Enix are taking care of

Enterprise injuries.”

“Thanks, Bones.” Kirks switches off the comm channel, turns his attention to the

Yankton. “Mr. Spock, report on the condition of the Yankton.”

“She has sustained significant structural damage, mostly to the mid and aft

ventral sections. Life support is operational but slowly failing and the propulsion

systems are severely damaged. However, the ship can still maneuver on impulse and

thruster power.” Spock replies, occasionally looking back at his readout display. “I must

confess. I am impressed with the Kimbarians resourcefulness in attacking the Yankton.

This was not an easy feat for a ship and crew with such limited resources.”

“Indeed.” Kirk pauses, standing by his command chair.

“Perhaps it’s time for a little bit of poker.” The Captain presses a comm button on

his chair. “Lieutenant Gibbs – come in.”

“Gibbs here sir.”

“Just like we discussed yesterday – fish in the net.” Kirk says with a grin.

“Yes sir.” Gibbs replies.

Kirks starts thinking of Lieutenant Baily and the Corbomite Gamble he made a

few years ago. While Gibbs is far more experienced that Bailey was – calling out the

bluff or pulling off a bluff with another alien culture is the only way Kirk can see that

Begraoph will surrender now. “Lieutenant Uhura, open a channel to Captain

Begraoph.”

“Channel open sir.” Uhura replies, tapping her console.


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“Captain Begraoph. This is Captain Kirk. I wish to make a deal with you. If you

lower your shields, disarm your weapons…” Kirk pauses, choosing his words very

carefully. “I will come aboard your ship, along with a repair crew, so we can debate

your actions.”

Spock raises an eyebrow, realizing his commanding officer is playing to the heart

of the Tellarite culture. “Captain, are you sure...?”

Kirk raises his hand, cutting Spock off mid-sentence. “Say in ten minutes?”

“I’ve heard you are quite the gambler, Kirk? Your reputation is known throughout

the galaxy. However, there is no advantage for you to make such a move unless you

plan to deceive me. Human!” Begraoph says, sensing the deception. “No deal,

human.”

Kirk glances at the screen and continues on with his speech. “Captain

Begraoph, your ship is essentially dead in the water. You probably have a high number

of casualties and not much crew available to take over for those unable to do their job.

What purpose will it serve, sir, to not accept my offer?”

Begraoph is silent for a few seconds longer. “No deal.” The channel goes to

static. Kirk quickly turns around and presses a switch on his left arm rest. He glances

over at Spock who pushes another switch at his station. Kirk gives Uhura the mute

gesture, which she promptly cuts the mic off. “Mr. Chekov, target the power generators

onto the Yankton’s impulse reactor system.” Kirk says, staring at Navigation Station.

“It’s time to end this confrontation.”

“Aye, Keptin.” Chekov says, pressing keys and flipping a few switches.

“Uhura.” Kirk gives a visual cue to open the mic. “Captain Begraoph, this is your

last chance to surrender.”

No answer, not even the sound of background noise. Kirk looks down at Chekov

who has his right index finger on the switch – ready to activate the sequence. “Fire.”

A pair of radio beams hit the Yankton. The Enterprise successfully disables the

Yankton by sending a pair of EMT pulses to the Yankton which shutdown her propulsion

and navigation systems. “Mr. Spock, download their records into our database.” Kirk

says flipping a switch on his chair. “Mr. Gibbs, I assume you are already in the

Transporter room with a security team ready to board the Yankton.”

Gibbs replies, “Yes sir.”

“Very good. Set your phasers to stun. I want you to apprehend Captain

Begraoph and bring him back to the Enterprise brig.” Kirk says looking over the Bridge

crew.


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“Aye sir.” Gibbs replies. The Enterprise’s chief of security along with five other

security guards are standing on the pads with their phasers drawn. “Gibbs to Captain

Kirk. We’re ready for transport.” Gibbs said over the intercom.

“Mr. Kyle. Since the bridge of the Yankton has a lot more room than that of a

Constitution class starship – beam Mr. Gibbs team directly to their bridge.” Kirk is sitting

in his chair. “Energize.”

Seconds later Gibbs and his team disappear from the Enterprise and materialize

on the Yankton Bridge. “Sir, don’t move.” Gibbs points his phaser at Captain

Begraoph. The other officers stare in disbelief, remaining motionless. Much to Gibb’s

surprise, the Yankton crew offered no resistance.

“By order of Captain Kirk and Starfleet Command sir.” Gibbs quickly grabs

Begraoph’s hands and puts them behind his back. “Captain Kirsch Begraoph, you are

under arrest on charges of unlawfully attacking an unarmed vessel, conspiracy to

commit and carry out murder, misuse of Federation property and disobeying orders

from Starfleet Command. Anything you say or do can and will be used in a court of

law. You have the right to remain silent. You also have a right to legal representation.

If you do not have legal representation, arrangements for such a person will be made.

Do you understand these charges?” Gibbs asks – pulling out his communicator.

“This is outrageous. Typical human. Kirk will pay for this. Starfleet will pay for

this.” Begraoph shouts in frustration.

“Gibbs to Enterprise.” Gibbs talks into his communicator – two guards have their

phasers drawn on Yankton’s former commander. “Captain Begraoph has been

apprehended sir.”

“Good work, Mr. Gibbs. Return to the Enterprise when you’re ready.”

Captains log Stardate 5925.1. Repairs to the Enterprise are nearly complete and

we will soon be leaving for Rigel VII. Four officers from the USS Yankton along with her

Captain – Kirsch Begraoph - have been placed under arrest and are in the Enterprise

brig for their involvement in unwarranted attacks against the KSA Klarvik, as well as

various Kimbarian settlements that reported being attacked in recent weeks. The

Yankton is now under temporary command of Hikaru Sulu of the Enterprise, who will

take the vessel back to Earth.

Kirk shuts off the recorder, looks up briefly and Spock and McCoy who are now

entering his quarters. McCoy sits down while Spock remains standing. Kirk reaches for

a bottle of Kimbarian Rum from his liquor cabinet, a gift from the Captain of the KSA

Klarvik. He pours three shot glasses of the reddish-brown liquid as Spock and McCoy

stop chatting for a moment.


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“Gentlemen.” Kirk raises his shot glass, nods and smiles. “Here’s to new

beginnings and putting away old grudges.”

“Amen to that, Jim.” McCoy smiles, raising his shot glass.

“Fascinating. This sounds a bit more like a New Year’s toast, a most curious

human holiday.” Spock notes, smelling his drink.

“It’s okay Spock. If you get too wasted, I’ll recommend someone else to take

your place ‘til the hangover wears off.” McCoy jokes, taking a shot.

Kirk smiles as he watches Spock take the whole shot in one gulp. McCoy, for

once, is speechless

“Hot damn, Spock. That was a very human thing to do.” McCoy puts his shot

glass down.

“On the contrary Doctor, numerous cultures are known to indulge in consuming

alcohol-based beverages.” Spock points out. “For example, a Klingon at the age of…”

“And I’m sure there are a few noted Vulcans who have driven others to over-

indulge in such beverages.” McCoy ponders.

Spock pauses in his rhetoric long enough to share a puzzled glance at the

Doctor.

“Gentlemen, there’s been enough hostility for the past couple of days. Let’s just

enjoy our drink and the silence for a while.” Kirk changes the subject, sitting down on his

couch. Spock and McCoy follow suit by sitting in separate chairs opposite the couch.

The End

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