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|Friday, April 17th, 2009|
|Writer's Block: Looking Back
LiveJournal is turning 10 and we're feeling nostalgic. What was your first LJ post about?
"Nostalgic" … Ah, yes, one of your Earth emotions. I do not feel nostalgia; however, this is irrelevant to the question at hand.
My first post to LiveJournal began with the sentence "I am here under protest." Our former captain, KY Jellico, had instructed the officers on the USS Murgatroid to hide our log entries on a computer network in the past, where they would be safe from Starfleet's prying eyes. After a modicum of research, I determined that LiveJournal would be the optimum site to employ, as the interface was easy to navigate (important for a crew oversupplied with mind-altering substances and undersupplied with actual minds) and because the site would not survive the third world war, so that none of our records would be in any of the archives preserved in present-day (for us) Terran museums and educational institutions – a similar site, called "DreamWidth", will survive into Earth's twenty-third century, so I warned the crew not to leave any "time-sensitive" (so to speak) information there.
We have little or no concern about contaminating the past with information about the future, as anybody in the twenty-first century who locates these logs will simply assume that they are fictitious accounts written by "role players" or "fan fiction writers". There is, however, the small possibility that the internet of the twenty-first century may contaminate our ship and crew. I have taken steps to minimize that risk.
|Tuesday, October 14th, 2008|
I looked in the mirror again, and my hair color has gotten even lighter. Under normal circumstances, I would not be concerned about a change in my hair color. However, the whole point of this exercise is to impersonate Evil Storvik; and a change in hair color makes me look less, not more, like him. Doctor Mib Khan explained to me that he had used Hurrg DNA from Ifix as a basis for the Rapid-Gro™ formula, but that Hurrg fur seemed to have an unfortunate tendency to turn bright yellow when exposed to one of his standard retroviri.
Still, I was fortunate on two counts: first, that my hair color merely looked blond (so far, at least) rather than "bright canary metallic yellow"; and second, that hair color modification technology was centuries (if not millennia) old. I should be able to dye my hair back to the standard off-black shared by myself and my analog before we arrive at Deep Space Nine in the Bajor system.
|Friday, October 10th, 2008|
|Me And My Big Mouth
In the report I submitted to Starfleet (and also, indirectly, to Diziara), I included the following line (right on the main summary page, not buried in the appendices like my sidenotes on the "other" "mirror universe"):
I also recommend that Starfleet or the Vulcan Science Academy assign to DS9 somebody who has specialized in this area of astrophysics, to make a more detailed study of the local conditions and perhaps provide early warning of any attempts to crossover from the other side.
It did not take long for Starfleet to respond to my recommendation. They ordered me to take the USS Murgatroid to Deep Space Nine; and to support Evil Storvik, who is being assigned there on temporary detached duty. It will be Evil Storvik's job, with my assistance, to enact those recommendations. The primary problem with those orders is that Evil Storvik is currently absent from the Murgatroid, a fact which I am required to conceal. I shall have to perform double duty – both as myself and impersonating my analog – while on Deep Space Nine.
I considered – very briefly – making use of Doctor Mib Khan's cloning apparatus; but that is likely to cause more problems than it solves. In addition, my wife believes that there are already too many Storviks in this universe, and would be unlikely to accept the creation of more … even if they were identical copies of myself rather than alternate-universe analogs like Evil Storvik. Instead, I shall make use of the formula which I have previously obtained from Khan to simply grow and remove facial hair in order to facilitate my deception.
I have not actually tested that formula yet. I shall do so now, right after I confirm the orders from Starfleet and before I order the helm to make way to our destination…
|Saturday, September 27th, 2008|
|The Other Mirror
As a side note to my analysis, I also examined the data relating to the crossovers between our universe and the "Dark Mirror" universe from which Evil Storvik originated. To the best of our knowledge, the first crossover involved "Evil" Kathryn Janeway and the ISS Voyager; although we do not know exactly where, when, why, or how this crossover occurred. We do know that this crossover lowered the field densities between the two universes sufficiently for a number of subsequent crossovers to occur, all of which involved an artifact belonging to Brother Lothar (the alternate-universe analog of our own Counseller Lothar; Brother Lothar remains trapped in our universe and has been left behind on Starbase 668):
As there have been no further crossovers with that universe that we know of for some time now, either in support/pursuit of "Evil" Janeway or from the ISS Murgatroid, one may speculate that the field density between that universe and our own has sufficiently "healed" so as to prevent other crossovers for the time being – at least until another incident punches another hole through the barriers between that universe and our own. I repeat that we still do not know exactly where, when, why, or how the crossover of "Evil" Kathryn Janeway and the ISS Voyager occurred, no do we know whether or not the Imperial Fleet is able to replicate that incident.
|Tuesday, June 24th, 2008|
Once again, the USS Murgatroid has been assigned to a patrol route along the edge of Federation space, devoid of any strategic interest. Despite the change in commander and the service we performed in assisting in the identification and elimination of the Janeway imposter, Starfleet Command apparently still prefers to keep this vessel underutilized and "out of sight". I would consider lodging a complaint, were it not for the fact that the majority of the crew (and, admittedly, the captain) also prefer the situation of being far from authority and oversight.
The crew is, as always, capable of finding diversions to keep themselves occupied during long and pointless patrols. Some of those pursuits are even legal; or, at the very least, not a danger to the survival of the ship and crew. (Mental note: I must remember to find out what Lothar has been doing with all of his free time in the holodecks or his quarters lately.) My wife and I have each sampled Lieutenant Commander Alabama Picard's unusually large and firm tomatoes, and my daughter T'Sorvik clearly has some news that she is planning to surprise me with.
My analog Evil Storvik shows signs of what a human would call "wanderlust"; I suspect he will make an attempt to depart from the Murgatroid at some point in the near future. I do not plan to prevent his departure, but I have taken certain precautions with the assistance of Doctor Mib Khan.
|Monday, February 11th, 2008|
|Wednesday, December 26th, 2007|
|Our Five-Minute Mission
As we are almost ready to depart from Starbase 668, I have received some orders from Starfleet Command. They have reconsidered their previous stance on Evil Storvik, and have instructed the USS Murgatroid to locate him as soon as possible. They are not requiring me to return him to Vulcan, but neither do they completely trust him on the loose. In order to prevent him from once again joining a criminal organization, or in some other way acting against Federation interests (yet acknowledging his invaluable assistance in the elimination of the threat posed by Evil Janeway), they will permit Evil Storvik to remain outside of their control … as long as he is under my personal recognizance.
I am aware that this can be, in a sense, a trap; in that Starfleet Command will be able to hold me responsible for any future offenses perpetrated by my analog. However, I am also aware of one other thing that they appear not to realize – that as long as our daughter T'Sorvik lives on the Murgatroid, Evil Storvik will not be far away. I do not anticipate that the "search" for him will be difficult; as a matter of fact, I expect him to contact us not long after our departure from Starbase 668. I did not expect his rapid departure without warning from the station; but I know that he does not intend to be separated from our child for long. Perhaps his departure was, in part, intended to make my refusal to return him to Vulcan easier?
One other thing I noticed about the new orders from Starfleet is that they were quite specific about Evil Storvik remaining with the Murgatroid – but they made absolutely no mention of Brother Lothar. I have inquired as to the opinion of a representative sampling of relevant and responsible Murgatroid commanding officers (i.e. myself), and the result was unanimous: If at all possible, we shall be leaving Counsellor Lothar's analog behind on Starbase 668.
|Tuesday, November 20th, 2007|
|The Truth Hurts, Ensign
Captain Storvik returned to the USS Murgatroid from Starbase 668, and immediately received a somewhat confused report from Doctor Mib Khan. Normally, Khan's reports were not this confused; but in this case, Khan himself (or "themselves") were somewhat at a loss. "Lothar … in a dress," said Storvik, making certain that the facts were correct, "has joined an old Terran religious sect and assaulted an ensign." The doctor nodded. "And the assault … continues?"
"That's the odd part," Khan said, then smirked. "Well, one of the odd parts. Lothar has once again gone completely immobile, with the ensign's neck caught in his grasp. Chief Engineer Ifix is using some of his heaviest power tools to try to force Lothar's hand to open, and one of my clones is treating the ensign with tranquilizers and tri-ox compound."
"Is this the only crisis that—" began the Vulcan, but was interrupted by the arrival of his wife on the bridge.
"T'Sorvik is missing," she announced.
|Monday, October 22nd, 2007|
|Twist Of Fait
Although not a human myself, I have over time learned how to navigate the human-dominated hierarchy of Starfleet better than many native Terrans. The two adages which have kept me alive and in uniform are "Nothing succeeds like success" and "It's easier to get forgiveness than permission."
The first one is remarkably similar, in meaning and outcome if not in phraseology, to another human expression, "The ends justify the means." That adage, however, has a rather disreputably history to it, given how (and by whom) it has been employed. To a certain extent, however, it remains true: if one is successful in carrying out his mission and achieving his goals, his superiors will often be somewhat lenient in judging the means through which victory was achieved. The career of James Tiberius Kirk, by former captain's idol, is replete with examples of this phenomenon. And given some of the USS Murgatroid's recent successes, most notably against the alternate universe analog Janeway; Starfleet is willing, to some extent, to overlook our recent actions in support of those successes.
To a limited extent. When I spoke to Starfleet Command, they went on at great length about the complaints they had received from Captain Wong, late of the late USS Cairo. Wong has been recalled to Deep Space Nine on the Ankh, and I have been commanded to restrict Counsellor Lothar to the Murgatroid. Given his current condition, Lothar is unable to move under his own power and thus actually has no choice but to follow this order. I have propped him up against the wall outside of the hydroponics lab, to act as a guard for Alabama Picard. He may be unable to move, but he is aware of his surroundings … and none of the crew will enter the laboratory against his wishes, for fear of his retribution once he recovers. Doctors Mib Khan are still finishing the repairs and reactivation of their cloning and ansible apparatus in the Murgatroid's sickbay, after which they will examine Lothar. They refuse to approach him without that apparatus in place and functioning.
The second adage also comes with ample precedents, especially from Kirk's era in which instantaneous communications with Starfleet Command were impossible over long distances. The adage recommends that the commander on-site utilize his own initiative, and seek "forgiveness" or approval after the fact, rather than delay to obtain permission before acting. In some cases, the commander on-site may believe that the odds of receiving permission in advance are unlikely, and may therefore move without seeking sanction specifically to avoid being ordered not to perform the actions he plans to take. At least this way, although he acted without orders, he did not specifically act against them. This is known as presenting one's superiors with a fait accompli, a thing already done. At this point, the superiors can either retroactively condone the acts of the errant officer, or punish him; but either way, the act has been accomplished. Whether or not the officer receives "permission" depends in a large part upon the success of the actions performed – thus returning to the first adage.
I informed Starfleet Command that I could not order Evil Storvik to return to them, because he had already left Starbase 668 on Surak's Razor. Granted, I could have attempted to prevent him from leaving; but once gone, he is out of my control. Also, or so I assume, once they acknowledge that he is gone and out of their control, and grow accustomed to this fact, they will not attempt to have me re-capture him when he returns to the Murgatroid. I do not know where and when that will be, but I do know that he does not plan to abandon our daughter T'Sorvik for long.
Starfleet Command, speaking for the Vulcan Science Academy, has also sought the return of T'Sorvik; but here, I refused. Another human adage, which some Ferengi have also adopted as an unofficial corrolary to the Rules of Acquisition, is that "Possession is nine-tenths of the law." When they had T'Sorvik under their control, it would have been difficult for me to free her; but now that she is under my control, the difficulty and effort ("the ball", as the humans would say) is in "their court." As they wish to study her development, we were quite scrupulous in giving her frequent mental and physical examinations during our time in hiding; and now, I have just sent almost seven full years of data (along with Khan's recent reports) back to the Vulcan Science Academy. That will keep them occupied for some time; and when they are finished processing that data, I shall have plenty more to give them. As I am giving them everything they need (and then some, to keep them particularly "swamped"), they have no call to press for T'Sorvik's return. I expect some routine protests from them, but no real difficulty. T'Sorvik shall remain here, where she belongs, with her family.
Starfleet Command will also be lodging some serious protests about "Evil" Storvik, as I shifted the blame for our unauthorized trip through time upon him. Still, given that he was also instrumental in the defense against the Janeway analog, that too (as the humans also say) shall pass.
|Thursday, September 13th, 2007|
|Regarding Lothar (Updated)
had always been
one of the more unusual members of the USS Murgatroid's
crew, particularly in his role as the ship's counsellor
. He was highly irrational
, extremely violent
… and, for reasons unknown at the time (one would think his personal file would have contained some mention of it), he was able to survive unassisted
outside the ship in the vacuum of space. Doctor Mib Khan
was unable to provide any explanation for this phenomenon, because every time he tried to give Lothar a medical examination, Lothar killed him
. Still, rumors that Lothar was some form of android or mechanoid were quashed when he, along with the rest of the crew, had his gender temporarily reversed
by Khan's retrovirus while on Starbase 668.
(His response to this was, of course, more violence
Eventually, Doctor Khan was able to examine Lothar when he had some form of breakdown, and found some unusual devices and anomalies inside him. We discovered that he was the result of a (presumably failed) secret Starfleet experiment (codename GWIII – Great Warrior, project prototype III). When that project was cancelled and disavowed, Lothar was exiled to the Murgatroid … Starfleet's "dumping ground". Lothar awoke, stole Surak's Razor, and crashed into the Starfleet Command headquarters building on Earth. We later learned that he had been summoned by Admiral Janeway, who planned to upgrade and duplicate his systems, as well as place him completely under her control. She failed in that last task, as he broke free before she could activate his restraining program. Eventually, I was also captured and tortured by Janeway. After I discovered that she was actually an imposter from a "mirror universe", Lothar and I escaped.
Janeway's upgrades to Lothar's implants made him even more powerful. He was able to walk through walls by grasping and disintegrating them in front of him (he called it "hugging the walls", and appeared to accomplish it by dispersing the molecules with an unfocused short-range transporter field lacking a heisenberg compensator). During our escape, he also "hugged" a couple of starships to get us out of the Sol system. His upgraded internal gravity generators had further enhanced his strength, and were also what he used to make short "jumps" in space (as long as he was within close range of a ship or asteroid upon which to focus his gravity field). The upgrades also restored some mental stability and memories which he had previously lacked.
However, while we were in hiding (before we regrouped with the Murgatroid to overcome the Janeway-analog), a weakness of Lothar's was revealed: a deliberate dependence upon alcohol to remain conscious and functioning. We had never noticed this vulnerability before, as the Murgatroid was always well supplied with alcohol – we had even drained an entire nebula of alcohol to keep ourselves stocked up. However, outside of the Murgatroid (and some other, less law-abiding places like Starbase 668), alcohol was harder to come by (Synthehol, though readily available, did not suit Lothar's needs). As long as we continue to "booze Lothar" (in Ifix's words), he continues to function – although "Evil" Janeway did discover a way to exploit his vulnerability. I have never needed to duplicate that maneuver; but neither have I forgotten it.
|Monday, September 3rd, 2007|
|Regarding Vulcan Sexuality
As has been noted elsewhere
, pon farr
a sexual drive but a compulsion to mate.
Necessary to keep the Vulcans from "logicking themselves into extinction", in one Terran's words, pon farr
preserves the Darwinian need to reproduce
and pass on one's genes to the next generation. As such, it is an exclusively heterosexual
phenomenon – any instincts which a Vulcan might have in any other direction are thoroughly repressed along with all other emotional feelings and urges. Homosexual behavior within "normal" Vulcan society (longstanding rumors surrounding Ambassador Spock and Admiral Kirk notwithstanding) is therefore completely unknown. After all, in the words of a particularly libertine Deltan
, "someone has to balance out the more 'sexually mature' races."
There still exists a small, little-known minority of Vulcans called the V'tosh ka'tur who allow themselves (in secret and/or exile) to experience some emotions and physical drives as a complement to their Vulcan logic. It is possible that some of the V'tosh ka'tur also indulge in sexual experimentation beyond the standard "mating practices", but it cannot be confirmed as little information about them is available to researchers or the general public.
In the alternate universe from which Evil Storvik originates, Vulcans also suppress emotions and sexual urges – as with many other things between that universe and ours, the reasons are different but the results are the same. Some sexual behavior is still practiced by Mirror-Vulcans for various reasons – as in this universe, Vulcans operating as undercover agents may have to engage in sexual behavior (Evil Storvik, as a trained counter-espionage agent, can be assumed to have been trained in "multiple techniques and a broad variety of pleasuring"); it is also possible (but unconfirmed) that Vulcans may participate in the sexual dominance of underlings, or the use of rape as a punishment or interrogative technique, that occurs in the Mirror Universe. The default condition there, however, as here is that Vulcans engage in sexual activity primarily (if not exclusively) during the throes of pon farr in order to perpetuate the species.
|Thursday, August 16th, 2007|
|You've Come A Long Way, Baby
I reflected upon the evolution¹ of the USS Murgatroid's situation. She had originally been stolen by two cadets fresh out of Starfleet Academy, and become an embarrassment to the Fleet – ordered to remain out of sight (cloaked and/or outside of the populated areas and common flight paths of the Federation) and used as a chaotic "dumping ground" for those misfits that Starfleet could not trust in a position of responsibility and/or public scrutiny. (This is something which the Murgatroid had in common with Starbase 688.)
It was only natural that the Murgatroid, out of Starfleet's mind and sight, would get involved with smugglers and other quasilegal undesirables. Starfleet found a way to use this to their advantage when they assigned us a task during their crackdown on alcohol smugglers; I believe a relevant quote used was "setting a thief to catch a thief." This was when Starfleet realized that the Murgatroid could be useful to them, as a ship and crew who could do things and go places that were out of the question for anyone else in Starfleet; while providing Starfleet Command with "plausible deniability" at the same time. It seemed that we were under less threat of losing our ship, freedom, and/or lives to Starfleet Command once they had actually found a use for us … although this did bring us under more scrutiny from them, while at the same time making them more eager to keep us secret and hidden from everyone else.
Not that they had had a great deal of success in that endeavor, given the furor which accompanied our first visit to Starbase 668.
But our "rehabilitation" began when we revealed the infiltration of an alternate-universe Admiral Janeway into Starfleet and single-handedly (against the rest of the fleet, which had been told we were criminals and traitors – on the one occasion when the charges were false!) drove her out of Starfleet Command's headquarters in San Francisco (rescuing the "real" Janeway in the process). Then, with the assistance of an alternate version of myself from the same universe, the alternate Janeway and her vessels were destroyed.
With the passing of our former captain and my promotion to take his place, the Murgatroid was almost given a fresh slate. I cannot predict how Starfleet Command will attempt to utilize us in the future (I still await the Murgatroid's arrival here before I contact Starfleet to report the rescue of Evil Storvik and T'Sorvik), but it seems possible that we are actually going to be afforded and open an official place in the Fleet, hidden from all eyes no longer.
¹It seems unlikely that the term "intelligent design" will ever be applied to the actions of the Murgatroid.
|Monday, August 13th, 2007|
|I Want My Baby Back Baby Back Baby Back
As promised, once I reached the Ankh I transmitted a rather large database to the sickbay's computer for Khan's perusal. For over six and a half years we had been hiding in the past, building the foundation of our daughter's education free of the external influences of those who sought to examine and control every facet of her life. During that time, we had been taking full scans of her – with both medical and scientific tricorders – at regular intervals. We had also been subjecting her to some of the Federation's standardized tests for intellectual and emotional development (for the former, she tested far above her chronological age; for the latter, results had never been reliable for Vulcans), and all of those results were also in the database. Once Doctor Mib Khan had completed his examination of T'Sorvik, those results would be appended to the data as well.
We were not only collecting this data for our own use (although we did make many modifications to her learning program based upon them), but to turn over to the Vulcan Science Academy once we "surfaced". There is the possibility that there will be less repercussions against us for removing her from their control, and less demands for us to return her, if we are willing and able to provide them with all of the data they need for their analyses.
|Wednesday, August 8th, 2007|
|Regarding Vulcan Parental Instincts
It was possibly the late Ambassador Sarek who said it best: "My logic … is uncertain, where my son is concerned."
Most non-Vulcans do not quite understand what was said there. It was not a confession of weakness, or an aberration on Sarek's part from the Vulcan norm. It was a simple statement of fact, for which no other Vulcan would have required an explanation. "My logic … is uncertain, where my son is concerned."
The Vulcan phenomenon of pon farr, once almost unknown to non-Vulcans, is now (relatively) common knowledge; even a source of risqué humor for the other races. It is a time when biological imperatives overwhelm and supercede the trained rationality of the adult Vulcan. Ironically, this stripping away of a Vulcan's logic is, itself, highly logical; the survival of the species requires that certain biological imperatives have a much higher priority than any imposed system of rationality and emotionlessness. One of those biological imperatives upon which the species depends is sexual reproduction – and thus, pon farr.
Another biological imperative, upon which the survival of the species depends, and which carries a higher "hard-wired" priority than any learnéd philosophical system, is the protection of the children. One threatens the children of a Vulcan at one's own great personal risk; for whereas plak tow (the "blood fever" which accompanies pon farr) is primarily self-directed, and may be fatal for the Vulcan in whom it occurs, the violence which can result from a Vulcan defending his or her child is completely externally directed.
|Monday, August 6th, 2007|
|T Plus 47 Seconds
On the USS Murgatroid:
Heavens watched on the main screen as the freighter self-destructed. "Khaaaaan!" she yelled.
Ditzbrain watched on her navigation panel as Storvik took the runabout on a course almost directly toward the Apollo system's sun. "Aaaaankh!" she yelled as the runabout did a slingshot manuever around the star and vanished from her instruments.
Exactly forty-seven seconds after the Murgatroid
lost sight of the Ankh
, several years and a day
after the Ankh
disappeared from the Murgatroid
, a small light blinked on Heavens' communications panel. "Heh-heh-hello?" she stammered, and then brought herself back under control. "This is the Murgatroid
, Lieutenant Heavens speaking."
"Murgatroid, this is Captain Storvik."
Without being told to, Heavens immediately transferred the communication to the main screen. "Where are you, sir?"
"We are at Starbase 668,"
Storvik responded. "Have the Murgatroid
make best time here, without placing any further strain on her. I believe Ifix recommended that you 'do not get shot at
.' I shall arrange for the ship to complete its repairs here once you arrive."
"It's going to take us at least a week to get there," Heavens replied. "How did you get there so fast?"
"It took us significantly longer than that. Storvik out."
Heavens was confused. "What did he mean? How did they get there so fast?"
"I don't know anything and neither do you," Ditzbrain responded, as she set a course for Starbase 668.
"Don't ask any questions if you don't want to be interrogated by Temporal Investigations
for the answers. Again.
|Wednesday, August 1st, 2007|
|Rank Hath It's Privileges
On a Federation starship, there are certain orders that only a captain may give. While KY Jellico was captain, these things simply were not done. However, now that I have the rank as well as the responsibilities, I have been able to do things which had previously been more difficult. With my command overrides, I was able to access and deactivate all of Mib Khan's sickbay equipment, and strip him of all access to the Murgatroid's computers. These tasks, in the past, would have required me to get approval from Jellico, or to engage in illicit "hacking" activities. Neither of those options were guaranteed success, and both would caused delays and difficulty.
The only person who can countermand or override the captain is the ship's chief medical officer – and once he does so, the captain will lose any power over him until the doctor withdraws his suspension of the captain from duty or an appeal is convened. However, if the captain removes the chief medical officer from duty (as I have done with Khan) first, then the doctor then loses all power over the captain. So each has power over the other, and the one who moves first wins (in the short run, at least).
These are things I must keep in mind, since the current situation is, of necessity, only temporary. A starship needs a doctor, and the Murgatroid is no exception to this rule. She may, in fact, have an even greater need than the average starship in the fleet. This is why our first stop, upon emerging from hiding, has been to visit Starbase 668. There is a Khan here who has been isolated from the events on Deep Space Nine; and if I am to restart the cloned Khan "hive" on the Murgatroid, he is the most logical one to begin with. I will contact him after I contact the Murgatroid, in just two point seven hours.
|Monday, July 30th, 2007|
|Time Is Fleeting
I had not forgotten the conversation
I had with Evil Storvik
about "subjecting" our daughter to the standard Vulcan upbringing from which I had yet to fully recover, and a childhood spent under observation by the Vulcan Science Academy. However, before his abduction
, we had yet to formalize an escape plan. The admiralty were loathe to let such "resources
" escape their grasp, and we no longer had possession of Surak's Razor
(a ship which had proved capable in the past of evading Starfleet detection and capture). Other options which I had considered – Captain Terminal's Mustang
or Mib Khan's Drunken Bastard
– were also eliminated.
Of course, even if I did acquire a ship (as I now have, the runabout Ankh
), it would avail us not without determining a destination at which we could remain safe and hidden for a sufficient span of time to begin T'Sorvik's
education on our own, without Federation interference. In one of my discussions with my wife T'Vit (who insisted
upon accompanying us), she asked if we could eventually hide somewhere where they had already searched. I realized that there was indeed somewhere we could go that had been searched but wouldn't be searched again for the duration of our stay … the past.
I made certain to bring with me a complete copy of Starfleet's recorded ship movements and explorations for the last decade. If we knew everywhere that Starfleet had been,
then by the simple process of elimination, we also knew everywhere that they hadn't
been. We would be able to evade detection, and also avoid any encounters that might change recent history.
So, once the Ankh
was captured and my "family" were all aboard, I calculated
a course around the nearest star to send us into the past via the slingshot effect
|Saturday, July 28th, 2007|
|Just When You Thought It Was Safe...
After we arrived
in the Apollo system, and detected an unidentified ship in orbit around the ninth planet, we slowly moved in towards our target. For three point seven one hours we approached the gas giant – the settlements, it turned out, were actually research facilities on two of Apollo Nine's larger moons, Yamma Yamma
and Ding Ding.
's computer cannot tell us which of the Federation's races established these stations, and was therefore responsible for the naming of the satellites.) For the entire 222.6 minutes of transit, navigator Ditzbrain was humming the theme to an old Terran movie called Jaws
under her breath. I must assume that she forgot about my sensitive Vulcan hearing, and did not realize that I could hear her entire … "performance."
We continued to monitor the freighter with passive systems only; and as we got closer, we were able to receive far more data about our target. The freighter appeared to be of a standard (if outdated) Federation civilian design, and the power readings we received from her engines, deflector screens, and life support systems were all within the expected ranges. We could not detect the power signatures of any weapons systems; but this could mean that she either had no weapons, or that she had simply not powered them up. In any event, it did not appear as if her offensive capabilities (if any), defensive capabilities, or drive systems posed any threat of her being able to fight or flee against the Murgatroid.
We waited in close proximity, knowing that the Ankh
would have to approach the freighter in order to get within transporter range to transfer their prisoners – and that would put them in our range as well. It does not bear reminding that both ships would have to drop shields in order to effect a transportation. If it turned out that the Ankh
did not approach the freighter, but merely came in-system to communicate with her, our superior speed
would allow us to easily overtake—
"Captain," Lieutenant Heavens announced, "the Ankh has just come out of warp and is approaching our position!" Lieutenant Ditzbrain switched to another tune; one which I did not recognize, but which would surely have been no less of an annoyance had I not been a Vulcan … with earplugs. I made a mental note to have those on-hand (or in-ear) next time we were in similar straits.
"Storvik to engineering," I said to the computer. When I heard the chief engineer's grunt, I continued, "prepare the special attack
. Both ships as soon as the shields come down; the Ankh
is the higher priority if you cannot hit them both simultaneously."
"I can," said Ifix.
"Storvik to quartermaster," I said to the computer next, in a lower tone of voice. When the quartermaster responded, I uttered a prearranged code phrase: "Shift it."
|Friday, July 27th, 2007|
|Regarding Storvik's Promotion To Captain
After a standard debrief
was held before the admiralty, consisting of testimony by myself and my crew relating to the destruction
of the ISS Voyager
and the death of that universe's Admiral Janeway, I was "invited" to an additional interrogation by that same tribunal, in order to determine whether or not I was fit for promotion to captain
and continued command of the USS Murgatroid.
These questions covered the entire span of my service upon the Murgatroid
; and although they did mention (for the record) the various exceptional deeds of the crew and myself (such as the fact that we have saved their lives on more than one occasion by finding, escaping, and ultimately dealing with the threat of the alternate-Janeway), they seemed more concerned with dwelling upon other non-regulation behaviors ("crimes" was the term used by Nechayev) for which the Murgatroid
and I were allegedly guilty… Or, to be more precise, that small subset of our "crimes" for which we had actually been caught.
( Why nothing I did was my fault.Collapse )
( Why killing Janeway was not a bad thing.Collapse )
After this I was dismissed, and told that I would be called before them again later to receive their decision. So, as they conferred amongst themselves and prepared to vote upon my rank and fate, I left … and shortly thereafter left Deep Space Nine altogether in pursuit of my kidnapped daughter and duplicate, at Admiral Nechayev's orders. It was only now that I received confirmation of my promotion in an extremely offhand way.
|Thursday, July 26th, 2007|
"Sir," Lieutenant Heavens announced, "incoming message from Starfleet, encrypted, for 'your pointy ears only'." She blushed. "That's what they said, sir."
"I shall take it in my ready room," I replied. On a Defiant-
class ship, even one like the USS Murgatroid
which uses holographic virtual rooms, the ready room is never very large. Fortunately, I do not require a large amount of room in which to be ready. As I left the bridge, I heard Lieutenant Ditzbrain reassuring the nervous Heavens: "Don't worry, we'll be fine." "Even though Starfleet always says we're out of line?"
"Receive secure transmission," I ordered the computer once the "ready closet" (as Lothar
described it) was sealed. "Identify: Storvik, Commander. Access Code: Delta A Max Nine."
"Incorrect identification," the computer replied.
I raised an eyebrow. After my debriefing
by the admirals, the last item on the agenda
(which was interrupted by the crimes
of the Khans)
was the determination of whether or not I was due a promotion and the permanent position of captain of the Murgatroid.
Perhaps this was their way of telling me that a decision had been made. "Computer," I began again, "Receive secure transmission. Identify: Storvik, Captain.
Access Code: Delta A Max Nine."
"Identity confirmed. Receiving secure communications," the computer answered.
Vice Admiral Alynna Nechayev appeared on my screen. "We have an intelligence source, which I cannot disclose at this time, into the thoughts and activities of the Khanworld
Khans," she informed me. "The very existence of this source is a secret … Captain." She did not appear to enjoy using my new rank. I would have already assumed that she had have voted against my promotion in any event; she had always been adamant in her disapproval. "Ignore the decoys and false trails. Your kidnapped
duplicate and daughter are being taken to a remote colony on the planet Apollo Nine. They are in a runabout, and taking a meandering course to throw off pursuit. If you head directly toward Apollo Nine, at the Murgatroid
's top speed, you ought to arrive there before the runabout Ankh.
" Without a further word, she cut the transmission.
Before leaving the ready room, I disabled all of Khan's access codes to the Murgatroid's computers (even though there were no Khan clones presently onboard). I then returned to the bridge, and provided the new course heading to Ditzbrain at the helm.