Constellations

by Marco Palmieri

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  Space…the final frontier.

  These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds…to seek out new life and new civilizations…to boldly go where no man has gone before.

  Contents

  Introductionby David Gerrold

  First, Do No Harm

  by Dayton Ward & Kevin Dilmore

  The Landing Party

  by Robert Greenberger

  Official Record

  by Howard Weinstein

  Fracture

  by Jeff Bond

  Chaotic Response

  by Stuart Moore

  As Others See Us

  by Christopher L. Bennett

  See No Evil

  by Jill Sherwin

  The Leader

  by Dave Galanter

  Ambition

  by William Leisner

  Devices and Desires

  by Kevin Lauderdale

  Where Everybody Knows Your Name

  by Jeffrey Lang

  Make-Believe

  by Allyn Gibson

  Introduction

  by David Gerrold

  THE CONTINUING VOYAGES…

  In 1966, the world was a lot simpler.

  It was a time of innocence and promise. By today’s standards, we had barely begun to climb the ladder of possibility.

  We didn’t have the Internet, we didn’t have video games or e-mail, we didn’t have laptop computers, and we didn’t have phones in our pockets. Telephones were still connected to the wall by a wire, and many of them still had rotary dials. The integrated circuit didn’t exist yet. If you wanted music, you listened to an AM station on a tinny transistor radio.

  There were only a few places called McDonald’s and the number of burgers they’d sold was about 15 million. Gasoline was 35 cents per gallon. You could still drive across country on Route 66. Lyndon Baines Johnson was president. The Beatles hadn’t recorded Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band yet. Martin Luther King hadn’t yet stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and declared, “I have a dream!” The United States was discovering that Vietnam was more than just a “police action.” The baby boomers were in college and getting restless.

  The most popular car in America was the Ford Mustang, with nearly a million copies on the road. In the movie theaters, Hal 9000 hadn’t yet locked Dave out of the pod bay, it was still safe to go in the water, Don Corleone hadn’t made any offers you couldn’t refuse, and even the Force would not be with us for another eleven years.

  Oh, and one more thing—there were no footsteps on the moon. That particular dream was still three years away.

  Then, on September 8, 1966, NBC broadcast the first episode of a new television series, called Star Trek.

  That moment was a cusp. It was the first pebble rattling down the slope before the rest of the avalanche starts. It was, in a sense, the moment the future arrived in America’s living room.

  Star Trek’s vision was so far beyond the lives of ordinary Americans that it may very well have been incomprehensible to many of them. It was a vision of a different way of being.

  It was startling.

  Part of it was the details. The clothes. The hair. Those ears. Doors that slid open as you approached. Handheld communicators that flipped open. Wall-sized viewscreens. Medical scanners and displays. Information stored on credit-card-sized blocks or silvery discs. Beams of light that could be used to heat things or cut through them. Computers that could store an unlimited amount of information, sounds and pictures and video. All of these things, and more, suggested that in the future, life would be different.

  It was the beginning of the beginning. The vocabulary of science fiction was about to enter the mainstream.

  Today, we take it for granted that supermarket doors slide open as we approach, that we can flip open a telephone and call anywhere in the world, that television is a 60-inch high-definition display, that we can look at our unborn children with ultrasound scanners, and that we can carry a library of music and movies and photos in a unit smaller than a candy bar. We use hand-lasers for pointing—or for teasing the cat; we use industrial lasers to cut wood and metal and plastic. And if I were to discuss all the things we now use computers for, I wouldn’t have room to talk about Star Trek, or the stories in this book.

  But after we step past the technological predictions, there was something else about Star Trek, something far more important than flip-phones and HDTV and laptop connections to the Internet.

  Star Trek represented a different way of being human—because it represented a different way of thinking about humanity. We’d come out of World War II, shocked and horrified to discover the level of brutality that human beings were capable of. In direct reaction, new schools of philosophical thought came into being—new political movements took root all over the world. Many of them had as a central part of their vision, “We can do better, we have to do better. We cannot continue doing the same things we did before.”

  A veteran of the war, as well as a veteran of the urban war in the streets, Gene Roddenberry spoke the vision very succinctly: “We are going to show people that the way things are is not necessarily the way they have to be.”

  In that simple subversive statement, Roddenberry was declaring that Star Trek was about possibilities. Not simply the possibilities of technology—but the possibilities of humanity.

  Science fiction, even before Star Trek, has always been about the questions “Who are we? What are we doing here? What does it mean to be a human being?” Star Trek, the television show, visualized those questions in almost every episode. Sometimes silly, sometimes startling, sometimes melodramatic, sometimes tragic—but always, somehow asking, “What if things were like this instead? What would that be like?”

  That’s the real legacy of Star Trek (and all the best science fiction, for that matter)—it invites you to think. It encourages you to ask questions. It stretches the event horizon of your imagination.

  And the proof of that simple assertion can be found in this book of thirteen new stories set in the universe of the original Star Trek series. The authors here have not spent much time postulating or predicting startling new technologies that will change our lives in the future. Instead, they’ve stayed focused on the larger vision of Star Trek. The stories you are about to read are all about human beings taking on the challenges of their own humanity.

  “First, Do No Harm,” by Dayton Ward and Kevin Dilmore, examines one of the most
difficult dilemmas of the original series: the Prime Directive. The Prime Directive is a dispassionate rule; detached from specific circumstances, it is only a guideline, not a limit. Sometimes circumstances are so compelling that to stand back and let terrible events occur unchecked is the greater evil. So where does duty lie?

  Indeed, one of the continuing themes of Star Trek is that the real strength of our heroes is their ability to learn their limits—so they can transcend them. Robert Greenberger explores this in depth as he takes us down to the surface of another new world with “The Landing Party .” This time, the focus is on the responsibilities of command—not just the responsibilities of Captain Kirk, but also the responsibilities of Lieutenant Sulu as well.

  Likewise, Howard Weinstein, who has considerable experience in the Star Trek universe, takes on Pavel Chekov in “Official Record.” As always, there are lessons to be learned—and again, there are uncomfortable parallels to present events. What do you do when duty isn’t enough?

  In “Fracture,” Jeff Bond takes us out into deep space for some spectacular scenery—and a surprising encounter with the Tholians. Encounters with alien races will also be confrontations with the difficult questions of belief and being. Sometimes the best answer is that there are no best answers, only possibilities.

  Stuart Moore brings us back to the Star Trek universe in “Chaotic Response,” an examination of Spock’s unique commitment to logic. Half human, half Vulcan, Spock lives in two worlds; he is native to none. Here, tested to the breaking point, his only salvation is to use his logical abilities to understand his emotional components. It is the same choice that every sentient being has to make—how to assimilate rationality with the drives and desires of one’s inherently animal nature.

  In “As Others See Us,” Christopher L. Bennett gives us a very different perspective on the same situation. Don’t make hasty judgments. Things are not always as they seem. There will always be surprises. There’s a lesson to be learned here—but who needs to learn it is the real surprise.

  “See No Evil,” by Jill Sherwin, gives us a welcome (and long overdue) look at Lieutenant Uhura and her importance to the workings of the Enterprise. Taking place shortly after Uhura’s encounter with Nomad (and subsequent memory loss), Sherwin relates not only Uhura’s recovery and resumption of duties, but also her resumption of confidence. Along the way, she shows us a surprisingly insightful side of Scotty as well.

  Dave Galanter goes for a more traditional story of action and suspense in “The Leader.” It’s a clearly recognizable adventure, taken directly from the basic elements of Star Trek. Yes, there is a disabled shuttlecraft and a Klingon threat and the inevitable colonists in danger; but ultimately the story is about the nature of leadership. It’s about the quality of character that justifies authority, both human and Klingon.

  Taking a situation that evokes some of the best moments of the original series, William Leisner examines the question of “Ambition.” But unlike the original series, he leaves Kirk and Spock behind, so he can show us that the other members of the crew, with their own unique personalities, can also meet the challenges of an encounter with a very unusual alien life-form.

  In “Devices and Desires,” Kevin Lauderdale rummages around in Starfleet’s attic, taking the time to examine some of the lost treasures that the Enterprise and other starships have discovered. The problem is that you usually find a lot more in an attic than the dusty past.

  Then, Jeffrey Lang turns his attention to one of Star Trek’s most beloved characters, Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy, in “Where Everybody Knows Your Name.” As the Enterprise approaches the end of her five-year mission, Dr. McCoy and Mr. Scott step off the ship for an adventure of their own, involving a misguided Klingon and several Denebian slime devils—proving once again that you’re only as old as the liquor you drink.

  And finally, Allyn Gibson takes a giant step out of the box to tell a story that is both unique and powerful. It’s about a different kind of mission, and the result is a very different look at who we are. “Make-Believe” is one of the most insightful stories in the book, because it isn’t just about Star Trek. It’s about all of us. Like a great bell, long after you have put this book away, this story will continue to echo in your head.

  As you read through these tales, you will notice that the mission of the original Enterprise has been fleshed out and expanded in ways that the television series could never achieve, partly due to the limitations of budget and partly due to the conventions of television, but primarily because all of these authors have done their job and taken their tales into undiscovered countries—where none have gone before. They have given us the opportunity to look deeper into the souls of our heroes—so that we can discover ourselves.

  And that is the real mission of Star Trek—to seek out new vistas of imagination and discovery.

  Because after all is said and done, what remains is this simple truth:

  Space is not the final frontier. The final frontier is the human soul. Space is where we will meet the challenge.

  —David Gerrold

  First, Do No Harm

  Dayton Ward & Kevin Dilmore

  Dayton Ward

  Dayton Ward has been a fan of Star Trek since conception (his, not the show’s). His professional writing career began with stories selected for each of Pocket Books’ first three Star Trek: Strange New Worlds anthologies. In addition to his various writing projects with Kevin Dilmore, Dayton is the author of the Star Trek novel In the Name of Honor and the science fiction novels The Last World War and The Genesis Protocol as well as short stories that have appeared in Kansas City Voices magazine and the Star Trek: New Frontier anthology No Limits. Though he currently lives in Kansas City with his wife, Michi, Dayton is a Florida native and still maintains a torrid long-distance romance with his beloved Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Be sure to visit Dayton’s official website at http://www.daytonward.com.

  Kevin Dilmore

  For more than eight years, Kevin Dilmore was a contributing writer to Star Trek Communicator, penning news stories and personality profiles for the bimonthly publication of the Official Star Trek Fan Club. On the storytelling side of things, his story “The Road to Edos” was published as part of the Star Trek: New Frontier anthology No Limits. With Dayton Ward, his work includes stories for the anthology Star Trek: Tales of the Dominion War, the Star Trek: The Next Generation novels A Time to Sow and A Time to Harvest, the Star Trek Vanguard novel Summon the Thunder, and ten installments of the original e-book series Star Trek: S.C.E. and Star Trek: Corps of Engineers. A graduate of the University of Kansas, Kevin lives in Prairie Village, Kansas, with his wife, Michelle, and their three daughters, and works as a writer for Hallmark Cards in Kansas City, Missouri.

  Blood was everywhere.

  Revati Jendra knelt before the young male’s motionless form, fighting to bring her breathing back under control after the harried sprint from her clinic to the village’s small ironworks. Coughing as she inhaled some of the building’s sooty, metallic-tasting air, she pried open the injured adolescent’s eyes to see that his large, black pupils remained sensitive even to the dim, orange-hued light within the metal shop. That was a good sign, at least a somewhat better sign than the pale pink blood staining his chalk-white hair and widening into a disturbingly large pool where his head rested on the bare, dirty floor of the shop.

  “He just fell, Beloren,” said a voice from the crowd, addressing her, as nearly all of the villagers did, by the Grennai term for “healer.” It was a name to which she’d grown accustomed during the year or so she had lived and worked among them. “He started shaking and then just let go of the ladder.”

  A growing crowd of concerned friends and co-workers—all of them, Jendra thought, appearing too young to be working in such a place—began to encircle her as she lowered her ear to the injured male’s lips, listening and feeling for even the faintest breath.

  If only they weren’t hovering over me, this could go so much more dam
ned quickly.

  Spasms abruptly wracked the young man’s body, and Jendra reached down to support his head with one hand while rolling him to one side in case he started to vomit. “I need help to move him,” she called out to no one in particular as he continued to tremble. “We have to take him to the white home right away.” Though possessing only rudimentary facilities, the Grennai hospital and its staff would probably be able to see this young man through most of his injuries. As his seizure started to fade, however, Jendra began to suspect that the man’s fall had been no mere accident.

  In a practiced move, she reached into the pocket of her frayed, homespun overcoat and retrieved a small, light-colored cloth. Hoping her actions appeared to the onlookers as trying to staunch the flow of blood from her patient’s wound, Jendra activated the small Starfleet medical scanner concealed within the cloth. Pressing it against the dark skin of the man’s head and watching as it turned pink with his blood, she manipulated the hidden, silenced device in order to determine the extent of his injuries. While his neck and spine were undamaged, the scan had detected a small tumor within the man’s brain, and Jendra recognized it as the likely culprit behind the man’s seizures.

  “Step aside,” said a strong, deep voice, that of Crimar, the ironworks supervisor. Jendra looked up to see the burly Grennai and one of his workers carrying a makeshift stretcher. Sweat matted their stark white hair to their heads and soot stained their rough, woven clothing. “We will carry him, Beloren.”

  “Just a moment, Crimar,” she said as she searched through her worn, leather medicine satchel. While she knew the bag did not contain what she needed to eliminate the tumor, which under Grennai medical standards would be undetectable and eventually fatal, Jendra was sure she could cure the young man given a little time and privacy. Unable to administer a hypospray in the midst of the onlookers, Jendra opted for an oral dose of trianoline. She slipped the small strip into his mouth, where it dissolved instantly on contact with his tongue. Within moments, the medication would begin to relieve some of the trauma the fall had inflicted upon his brain.