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Fiction: Star Trek: Darkness Visible, Part 8

Previously on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

“We’re too late,” M’Benga said.

“Saavik, how bad is it?” Jim Kirk asked.

“Impossible to say at this distance,” she answered. “I am detecting neither a warp core signature nor impulse emissions, suggesting that main and auxiliary power are both down.”

“Does Enterprise have weapons?” Kirk asked.

“Minimal power readings from forward phaser banks. No weapons lock. At best, they have minimal phaser capability.”

“There’s got to be something we can do,” David said.

“Should I try to raise Enterprise?” Terrell asked, rubbing the side of his head.

“Any sign Reliant has seen us yet?” Kirk asked Saavik.

“We wouldn’t be here if they did,” McCoy said, wryly.

“Stand by, Captain,” Kirk said. He thought for a moment and gestured Saavik, McCoy and M’Benga aside.

“Doctor,” he said, “You said Khan is from the twentieth century, right? How is he flying a starship?”

“He’s extremely intelligent. Photographic memory, absolutely brilliant strategist.” M’Benga glanced away for a moment, remembering. “Twenty years ago, before we realized who he was, he had access to the ship’s computer. Within a few hours he had picked up enough to take control of key systems. I’m sure he’s spent decades going over what he learned in that time.”

“How?” Kirk asked.

“He was able to identify a key system interconnect and physically destroyed it. Just smashed it to pieces with his bare hands. It isolated primary control systems so that he could bypass security lockouts on life support.”

“Physically…” Kirk thought. “So his knowledge of our systems is twenty years out of date, and he’s got a twentieth-century mindset. So it’s possible… Saavik, punch up the data charts for Reliant’s command console.”

“Reliant’s command?” she asked.

“Hurry.” Kirk stepped back. “Captain Terrell, get ready to contact Enterprise. They’re only going to get one shot at this, the timing is going to be hard.”

“Harder than you think, I’m afraid,” Terrell said. Kirk turned to see the phaser. Then motion to his other side as Ortegas stood, her own phaser drawn, covering all six of the others. Past her, on the viewscreen, Reliant had turned to face them.

“Erica?” M’Benga asked.

“Sorry Joseph,” she said.

Terrell reached back with his free hand and activated the communications system. “Do you have the coordinates, your excellency?” he asked.

“I have indeed, Captain. You have done well.”

Kirk’s eyes flicked to the side at the whine of a transporter. The genesis device dissolved in a blue glow.

“You can’t! You son of a bitch!” David shouted. He leapt toward Terrell. The captain’s phaser fired. Kirk instinctively moved to put himself between them.

Jeddah did as well. He was faster. Only the first hint of his scream was audible as his body burned out of existence. David crumpled with a whimper.

“Please, don’t move,” Terrell said. He rubbed the side of his head again. His phaser remained raised, but his hand trembled. “We await your commands, excellency.”

“Kill the others,” said Khan. “All of them.”

Terrell hesitated. “Sir… it is difficult.”

“Kill them, Terrell. Now.”

The tremble had become a full shake. “I try to obey, but…”

Terrell thrust his phaser toward Kirk, a look of wild desperation on his face. He strained, as though the weapon was fighting him. He mouthed a silent, “I’m sorry,” and before anyone could stop him, he put the phaser to his own head and pulled the trigger.

Kirk reacted on instinct, swinging to his side in the hope of catching Ortegas off-guard. The blow didn’t connect, but it didn’t need to. She dropped her own phaser and was clutching the sides of her head. She fell to the deck, screaming. Kirk took her fallen phaser while M’Benga crouched beside her scanning with his tricorder. “I don’t understand this, I’m not reading anything, but…”

A rivulet of blood ran down from her ear. A moment later, two long structures emerged, something between mandibles and antennae. The rest of the creature wriggled free, something alien and threatening, almost like an armored slug. “The hell?” M’Benga asked.

Reflexively sickened, Kirk vaporized it. Saavik moved to the flight control panel Ortegas has abandoned. “Captain, Reliant is locking weapons.”

There was no time for restraint or even sympathy. Kirk shook Ortegas violently. “Commander! Erica!”

She stirred, glazed. “Prefix code!” Kirk demanded. “Reliant’s prefix code. Now, or we’re all dead.”


“Reliant is closing on the shuttle,” La’an said.

“Dammit, Jim,” Sam said. “Always with the heroics.”

“Xon, where’s those phasers?” Pike demanded. “Sulu, get us between them.”

“Nearly there, sir,” Xon said.

“Trouble maneuvering, sir,” Sulu said. “I still don’t have auxiliary power.”

Sam tapped a control. “Engineering, we’re out of time.”

“We’re still overheating,” answered the voice on the intercom. “Energizer’s bypassed like a Christmas tree. If I bring the mains back on-line, I can get you a few seconds of power, but it won’t hold.”

“Standby,” Pike ordered. “Uhura, get me Reliant.”

“Channel open, Admiral.”

“Khan!” Pike shouted. “This is between you and me. They don’t have anything to do with it.”

There was no response. “Reliant is powering weapons.”

“Xon?” Pike asked.

“Phasers ready,” Xon warned, “But we cannot penetrate their shields.”

“Lock on their main reactor. Maybe we can distract them.”

Sam asked, “Can we beam them aboard?”

Xon shook his head. “Plasma leaks on deck seven are interfering with transporter operations.”

“Sulu,” Sam said, “Can you line us up to give them a straight shot to the shuttle bay without exposing them to Reliant?”

“I’ll try, sir,” Sulu answered. He looked to Pike. “That will put key areas in the line of fire, including the bridge.”

“Do it,” Pike said. “And stand by warp. Get in. Get them. Get out.”

Fiction: Star Trek: Darkness Visible, Part 7

Previously on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

The viewscreen flickered, digital artifacts rolling across the image as the video processors struggled to correct for the signal lost to the massive damage across the ship. Pike squinted at the screen, trying to make sense of the impossible.

“Christopher Pike. You’re still alive, my old friend.”

La’an took a step toward the screen. The color drained from her face. “Is that…” she tried.

“Khan?” Pike asked, uncertain.

“So, you still remember me, Admiral,” Khan mused. “I cannot help but be touched. I, of course, still remember you.”

“Khan?” Pike asked again. “What is this? How? Why?”

“Surely I have made my meaning plain, Admiral,” Khan smiled. “I mean to avenge myself upon you. First, I deprive your ship of power and when I swing around, I mean to deprive you of your life. But for now, you live, and so I wanted you to know who it was who had beaten you.”

It took Pike a second to compose himself. That break gave La’an time to lose the battle she was fighting for self-control. She stepped into the frame of the viewscreen. “Khan. Noonien. Singh.” There was another word, too. Her lips formed it but she could put no sound behind it. “Monster.”

“You destroyed that colony. Killed all those people,” she accused.

Khan regarded the interloper with haughty curiosity. “I don’t know you,” he said. “And yet, your face is not unfamiliar.”

Her features twisted into rage. “Commander La’an Noonien-Singh,” she said through clenched teeth.

Khan smiled. “Of course. You’re from Mannu’s line, aren’t you? A reunion of many sorts. Truly this is an auspicious occasion.”

“Murderer,” she spat. “There were four thousand people on Salius.”

Khan’s smile twisted into a sneer. “I merely liberated a political prisoner from unjust confinement.”

He made a beckoning gesture to his side, and Una Chin-Riley stepped into the frame of the viewscreen. “Sorry, Chris,” she said, her face expressionless. “I wish there had been another way. Do the smart thing. There’s too much blood on your hands already. You were never good at protecting your right.”

He refused to look Una in the eye and focused on Khan instead. “Okay, Khan. It’s me you want. There’s no reason for more bloodshed. I’ll have myself beamed aboard. Spare the others.”

Khan lifted his chin slightly to look down his nose at his abased adversary. “I see the years have not diminished your noble spirit,” he said, “Allow me to make a counter-proposal. I will accept your terms, only if, in addition to yourself, you hand over all your data and materials regarding the project called Genesis.”

“What’s Genesis?” Pike asked, playing dumb.

“Do not insult my intelligence, Admiral,” Khan said. “We observed your flight path from Regula. Had I known you would go there first, we could have avoided this… unpleasantness.”

Pike started to reply, but Khan cut him off. “And furthermore, you are to be delivered to me personally by my beloved scion, Commander Noonien-Singh.” He raised a hand, preemptively silencing Pike’s protest. “I assure you no harm will come to the commander.”

“Time,” Pike struggled. “We need some time to retrieve the data.”

“I give you sixty seconds, Admiral,” Khan said.

By now, Doctor Chapel and a medical team were moving the most severely injured to the turbolift. “Clear the bridge,” Pike ordered. As the cadets joined the wounded in the turbolift, Pike stood, tugged at his shirt to straighten it, then turned away from the viewscreen.

“Admiral, I can’t allow you to-” La’an started.

“Keep nodding,” Pike whispered, “Like I’m giving orders. Nyota-” he looked to Uhura and drew his finger across his throat. She silenced the transmission.

“I can’t believe Una would help Khan,” Pike said.

“She’s been locked up for thirty years, Chris,” Sam said. “Even longer than Khan. She may not be the person you remember.”

“Protecting your right,” Pike repeated. “She said protecting your right. All the hits we took were to port.” He moved to Xon’s station and tried to pretend he was operating the computer. “Can we reroute the starboard capacitor banks directly to phaser control?”

“Forty-five seconds,” Khan announced. Pike nodded urgently at the screen.

“That would give us sufficient power for perhaps two shots,” Xon said.

“Not enough against their shields,” La’an said.

“But,” Pike said, “If he’s going to beam me aboard, he’ll need to lower his shields, just for a second.”

“I don’t know if we can time it that tight,” Sam said. “The state we’re in.”

“We don’t have a lot of choice,” said Pike. “How the hell does he know about Genesis?”

“Khan indicated that he had been to Regula,” Xon observed. “Logic indicates that he was also responsible for the loss of communication with Regula One.”

“Jim…” Sam said.

“Admiral,” Khan prompted. Pike nodded for Uhura to restore communications.

“Khan, please,” Pike said. “The bridge is smashed. We’re working on it, but the computers…”

“Time is a luxury you don’t have, Admiral.”

Pike turned away again. “Prepare to send the data,” he said. “It’s unlikely we have anything in our files that he doesn’t already know. It might buy us a little time.”

When Pike looked back at the viewscreen, one of Khan’s lieutenants had moved into the picture and was whispering something to him. Khan suddenly sprang to his feet and with an angry gesture, cut his transmission.

“The hell?” Sam said.

“Reliant is breaking off,” Sulu said, puzzled. The viewscreen showed the other ship turning.

“Admiral,” Xon said, “I have another vessel on sensors. It’s Galileo.”

Fiction: Star Trek: Darkness Visible, Part 6

Previously, on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

“What’s going on here?” Pike asked. “Go to yellow alert.”

“Energize defensive fields,” Sam ordered. Heavy shutters closed around the dome of the bridge.

“Getting a voice message,” Uhura said. “They say their Chambers coil is overloaded, it’s interfering with communications.”

Pike looked to Xon. He gave a quick shake of his head. “No irregularities detected.”


Khan looked to Una beside him and summoned a schematic view of the Enterprise. He indicated a spot on the secondary hull of the ship. “I mean to strike them here,” he said. “Your thoughts?”

She thought a moment. “That would disable main power. It would take a miracle worker in engineering to recover,” she said, then pointed at a spot a few decks higher, behind the forward torpedo launcher. “But if you strike them here,” she explained, “Main cooling will also be compromised. Even if they are able to repair the core, they wouldn’t be able to operate for more than a few minutes at a time.”

Khan sensed something else. “And?” he asked.

She conceded. “Main engineering is heavily staffed. This section is almost entirely empty. An attack here would disable Enterprise while minimizing casualties.”

A few of Khan’s crew laughed derisively, but she continued. “Pike is an idealist with a martyr complex. The fewer people you kill, the more he’ll believe he can save.” She fixed her eyes on Khan’s. “I assume you’d prefer he surrender himself to you than to kill him unseen from a distance.”


“Time to Salius?” Jim Kirk asked.

“Two hours, seventeen minutes at top speed,” Saavik said.

Kirk grimaced. “We don’t have that kind of time. Why so long? It’s not that far.”

“A direct flight plan on one five three mark four crosses the Mutara Nebula. It would be unsafe to cross in a vessel this size. Time to divert around the nebula is substantial.”

“I can handle it,” Ortegas said, taking the pilot’s seat. She rubbed the side of her head uncomfortably. “Like riding a bike.”

Kirk nodded. “Captain Terrell,” he said, “Can you man communications? We need to raise Enterprise as soon as we’re in range.”


Khan looked back to the viewscreen. “Have they raised shields?”

“No, my lord.”

“Raise ours.” The tactical display emitted audible beeps as Reliant’s image was outlined in white to indicate the defensive barrier.

Aboard the Enterprise, Xon reported, “Reliant raising shields, Admiral.”

Pike’s brow furrowed, but still he hesitated. On Reliant, Khan ordered Joachim to lock phasers.

“They are locking phasers,” Xon observed.

Pike rose from his chair. “Raise shields!”

Too late. Khan had already given the order to fire. Two red flashes lashed out from Reliant’s portside phaser array, slicing into the neck of the Enterprise. Though spared a direct hit, plasma from the severed conduits backwashed into main engineering. The cadets broke ranks, fleeing in terror as walls of ionized gasses swept through the compartment. Fireballs exploded from consoles on the bridge, and Pike was thrown to the floor hard.

Far below, a DOT-9 maintenance robot sensed the change in temperature and broke off from its duties to lock itself down in a protected alcove. Once the danger had passed, it released itself. The charred remains of an animal it had been pursuing twitched in the maintenance tunnel. The DOT’s pest control protocols gave preference to nonlethal catch-and-release methods, but indicated in this case that it should euthanize the animal. It would prove unnecessary. With the last of its waning strength, one of the creature’s remaining limbs stretched out and pointed with clear intent to an area further down the conduit, concealed by a crossing conduit junction before it fell still. The DOT scanned the place the creature had indicated. The DOT-9 had only limited capacity for self-determination and decision making, but its subroutines allowed it to analyze behavior and draw conclusions. It now had a working model for why its previous pest removal strategies had failed. Its maintenance and animal-handling subroutines weighted the preservation and protection of exotic species. So it hovered down the tunnel, opened its maintenance cover, and loaded the clutch of tardigrade eggs into its chest compartment.

“Sulu, shields!” Pike demanded as Sam helped him back to his feet.

“It’s no good, sir,” Sulu protested. “I can’t get power.”

“Engineering! We need auxiliary power.”

The tannoy crackled with interference. “Barely hanging-” the engineer’s voice kept dropping out. “Main energizer is down. Main cooling- Need to vent plasma before we…”

Pike looked to La’an. “Damage report?”

La’an pulled up the ship’s schematic. “This is… This is impossibly accurate. They knew exactly the best place to hit us.”

“Who?” Pike demanded. “Why?”

“Whoever they are, we’re no match on auxiliary power,” Sam said.

“On screen. La’an, get those shields up,” Pike ordered. Reliant had come around in a circle and crossed in front of the Enterprise. “Sulu, evasive maneuvers!” Pike barked as a torpedo fired from Reliant’s stern.

“Brace for impact!” Sam shouted. Sulu struggled to turn the large, crippled ship. The ship rolled just enough that Reliant’s torpedo smashed into the portside section of Enterprise’s saucer rather than the bridge itself. All the same, the force of the impact threw Pike and Sam to the deck. Mitchell and two cadets were launched from their positions and Sulu only narrowly avoided the same fate.

“What’s left?” Pike demanded.

“Just the battery,” came the response from engineering. “I can have auxiliary power in a few minutes.”

“We don’t have a few minutes,” La’an protested.

“Phasers?” Pike asked.

La’an checked the tactical console. “Not until auxiliary power is on-line.”

Uhura’s fingers flew over the communications console. “Admiral,” she said, “The commander Reliant is signaling. He wishes to discuss terms of our surrender.”

Pike took a look around the damaged bridge. All activity had stopped, all eyes on him. Everyone was battered. Mitchell was unconscious. His own lip was bleeding. “On screen,” he said.

“Admiral?” Uhura asked for confirmation, surprised.

“Do it. While we still have a ship to surrender.”

To Be Continued…

Fiction: Star Trek: Darkness Visible, Part 5

Previously on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

“So this is all some twenty-year-old vendetta?” Carol asked. “I don’t understand. All this death?”

“We should never have left him there. He should have been returned to Earth to stand trial,” M’Benga said.

“I can’t swear I wouldn’t have done the same,” Jim said.

“La’an wouldn’t have let you,” M’Benga said.

Jim Kirk nodded and took a contemplative bite out of an apple. “The thing is,” he said, “From what Captain Terrell said, Reliant misplaced a whole planet.”

“What are you suggesting?” M’Benga asked, his tone a mixture of defensiveness and curiosity.

Kirk looked at the apple. “I certainly never heard about the Botany Bay incident. Starfleet would never have allowed it. Reliant was on a survey mission, but they thought they were orbiting a planet that doesn’t exist anymore. The only way that happens is if the official star charts were altered.”

David got it. “You think Pike set him up?”

“Admiral Pike would never-” M’Benga protested.

“Not on purpose,” Kirk interrupted. “Not the Chris Pike I know. But none of this makes sense unless someone deliberately hid what happened, hid a whole planet. Maybe he thought he was protecting them. But from Khan’s point of view…”

“So what do we do now?” M’Benga asked.

“Mister Saavik, your thoughts?” Kirk asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Regulations seem clear. We are currently in a defensible position. Location and nature of enemy forces unknown. Support expected. We should remain here and wait for Enterprise to return. I suggest Captain Terrell, and Doctor McCoy join us here while Commander Ortegas remains with the Galileo to contact Enterprise.”

“Very by-the-book,” Kirk said. “But consider: Khan has a starfleet ship at his disposal. He may be laying in wait. We can reach Enterprise and apprise Admiral Pike of the situation.”

Saavik tilted her head as she considered. “Galileo has no defenses that would offer protection against a Miranda-class starship. Logic dictates that if Khan is ‘laying in wait,’ we would be presenting ourselves as an easy target.”

“Well argued,” Kirk said. “All right, Mister Saavik, we’ll play it your way. Carol, what kind of supplies do you have here?”

“There’s food in the Genesis cave,” she said. “Enough to last a lifetime, if necessary.”

“I thought this was Genesis,” M’Benga said, gesturing at the cavern around them.

“This?” Carol asked. “It took the Starfleet Corps of Engineers ten months in space suits to tunnel out all this. What we did in there, we did in a day. David, why don’t you show Doctor M’Benga and the Lieutenant our idea of food?”

“We can’t just sit here!” David protested.

“Yes we can,” Kirk said. “Saavik is right.”

David, led M’Benga and Saavik out, accompanied by Jeddah, one of the the other young scientists who had made the escape from Regula I.

“I did what you wanted,” Kirk said once they were out of earshot. “I stayed away. Why didn’t you tell him?”

“How can you ask me that? Were we together? Were we going to be? You had your world and I had mine. And I wanted him in mine, not chasing through the universe with his father. It’s bad enough with dad…” She choked up at the mention of her father.

“I’m sorry,” Kirk said. He struggled to think of something else to say.

“We argued,” she said. “The last conversation we had was an argument. He wanted more Starfleet oversight of Genesis.”

Kirk nodded. “Is that why he was here? To take Genesis?”

“I wouldn’t let him,” Carol said, defensively. “Neither would David. But he was under so much pressure. He stopped by unexpectedly on his way back to Earth from the Salius system.”

“Salius?” Kirk said, snapping to full attention. He drew his communicator. “Saavik, back here at the double. Things have changed. We’re leaving.”


“Admiral Pike, I have partial decrypt on that message from Starfleet command,” Uhura said. She placed her hand on her earpiece. “It’s…” Her brow scrunched in confusion. “We’re being ordered to abandon our mission and return to Regula I.”

Pike was confused. “We’re responding to a priority distress call,” he said. “We can’t just leave.”

Uhura shook her head. “It’s explicit sir. Priority status has been rescinded from Salius. Enterprise to return to Regula I, secure-” she paused a minute to check the exact words – “Secure all materials related to Project Genesis. This assignment considered override priority.”

Pike turned back to the viewscreen. “Thank you Commander,” he said. “Mister Sulu, prepare to break orbit.”

“Admiral,” La’an interjected, “We can’t just leave. All those people. Una.”

“Override priority doesn’t give us a lot of wiggle room. And… It doesn’t look like there’s anything we can do here.”

“Admiral,” Xon interrupted, “Sensors show a vessel approaching. It’s one of ours. USS Reliant.”

Pike sighed with relief. “That explains it,” he said. “Starfleet must’ve sent them to handle this rather than reading them in on Genesis.” He thought a second. “Reliant is Erica’s ship, isn’t it? Nyota, hail them, we’ll fill them in on the way out.”

“I’m unable to raise them, sir,” Uhura said.

“Interference?” Pike asked.

“Shouldn’t be a problem at this range.”


“They’re requesting communications, my lord,” Joachim reported.

“Let them eat static.”

“They haven’t raised shields,” the young man said.

Khan smiled. “Of course. We’re one big happy fleet. Ah, Pike, my old friend, do you know the Romulan proverb that tells us that revenge is a dish that is best served cold? It is very cold in space.”

Fiction: Star Trek: Darkness Visible, Part 4

Previously, on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

“Rigor hasn’t set in, no fixed lividity,” Doctor M’Benga said, examining another of the bodies they had cut down. McCoy checked another body with his tricorder, his hand still shaking from the ordeal.

Jim studied one of the bodies. “I know him,” he said, a cold feeling rising in his chest.

“Admiral Marcus,” Saavik said. “Starfleet Special Security Projects.” She moved away.

“Marcus?” McCoy asked. “As in-”

Jim nodded. “Carol’s father. We didn’t see eye-to-eye on much, but still…”

“Captain Kirk,” Saavik called. She’d opened a locker.

Jim let out a little gasp of surprise. “Bones, help me.”

They worked together to lift the dazed but still-breathing figures out of the locker. Jim noted the captain’s pips on the older man. “I’m Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Reno.”

“Terrell,” the man managed, his eyes not quite managing to fix on Kirk. “Reliant.”

“Reliant? Where’s Doctor Marcus? And Genesis?” Jim pressed.

“He couldn’t find them. Even the data banks were empty. Wanted to tear the place apart.”

“Who? Who did this? Where’s your ship, your crew?” Jim demanded.

As Saavik helped the other survivor to her feet, M’Benga dropped his tricorder in surprise. “Erica?”

“It was Khan,” she said. “Ceti Alpha Five. He took the ship. Left the crew behind. He had these…” She touched her ear. “Things. Made us do things. Say things.”

“He tortured these people. Went wild. Slit their throats. He wanted Genesis,” Terrell said.

Jim didn’t understand. “Who’s Khan?”

****

“Approaching Salius Six,” Sulu announced as the Enterprise dropped out of warp.

“Standard orbit. Nyota, open a channel.”

“Sir, I’m not getting anything,” Uhura responded.

“I am unable to detect the colony,” Xon said.

Sam stepped to the science station beside him and checked the instruments. “Chris, you need to see this.”

In his younger days, Pike would’ve jumped to his feet. Age made it more pragmatic for him to order Xon’s display transferred to the main viewscreen instead.

The image of Salius VI below was replaced by a close view of a blackened crater. Informational overlays indicated points of impact and outlined a debris field. The prominent caption “ZERO LIFE SIGNS” flashed at the bottom of the screen.

“My God,” Sulu gasped. “It’s… gone.”

“Una…” Pike said. Composing himself, he barked, “What the hell happened here?”

“Romulans,” La’an spat. “Must be.”

“I am not detecting any traces of plasma residue,” Xon said. “The damage patterns are consistent with photon torpedoes.”

“Incoming encryted message from Starfleet Command,” Uhura said. “Wait… Sir, I’m having trouble with reception.”

****

“Did he make it down here?” Kirk asked as he surveyed the transporter room.

“Don’t think so,” Ortegas said. “He spent most of his time trying to beat information out of people.”

“Butcher,” M’Benga said, angrily.

“But he left without finding whatever it was he came here for,” Saavik reflected. “Illogical.”

“I don’t think he was firing on all thrusters,” Ortegas said, bitterly.

“Or,” Kirk mused, “He found something else. Something that changed the plan.” He was studying the transporter controls. “The unit’s been left on. Which means no one was left to turn it off.”

“Those people back there bought escape time for Genesis with their lives,” McCoy said.

Saavik checked the controls and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “This is not logical. These coordinates are deep inside Regula, a planetoid we know to be lifeless.”

“If Stage Two was completed, it was going to be underground,” Kirk remembered. “It was going to be underground, she said.”

“Stage two of what?” Saavik asked.

He didn’t answer. “Commander Ortegas, are you fit to pilot a shuttlecraft?”

She cracked her neck. “It’s been a few years, but I can manage it.”

Jim gestured to McCoy, Terrell and Ortegas. “Put Galileo on stand-by. We may need to get out of here in a hurry.” To the others, he said, “You’re with me. Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” M’Benga asked.

“Where they went,” Jim said, indicating the transporter controls.

McCoy spoke up. “What if they went nowhere?”

Jim forced his trademark smile. “Then if you’re very quick, you might get the chance to say ‘I told you so.'”

****

“It’s no use, sir,” Uhura said. “I’m being jammed on all long-range frequencies.”

“Xon?” Pike asked.

The science officer checked his console. “The interference is not the result of a natural phenomenon, nor is it a byproduct of the destruction of the Salius facility. The logical conclusion is that communications with Starfleet command are being blocked deliberately, by some entity with detailed knowledge of Starfleet subspace communication protocols.”

“If the Romulans have cracked code three, we’re in big trouble,” Sam said. “Uhura, can you reconstruct the message?”

“Working on it now, sir.”

****

“Genesis, I presume,” M’Benga said. The device, a tall cylinder of a design half-way between a deep space probe and a photon torpedo, still stood on the transporter pad beside a computer unit.

“Captain,” Saavik warned.

Kirk looked up to see a dark-haired scientist pointing a phaser at them. “Phasers down!” he demanded.

Before Kirk could respond, a younger, blond man appeared beside the first. “You!” he demanded, and launched himself at Kirk. They struggled a moment, but despite his age, Kirk was the superior fighter. “Where’s Doctor Marcus?” he demanded, forcing the young man to the floor.

“I’m Doctor Marcus!” he insisted. Kirk released him in surprise.

“Jim!”

Kirk looked back to the doorway to see Carol Marcus. When he looked back to the young man wriggling out of his grip, he recognized her features in him. And more…

“David?” he asked.

He retreated to his mother’s side. “Mother!” he protested. “They killed everyone we left behind. They killed grandpa.”

“Oh David,” she said. “Of course they didn’t. It wasn’t them. Jim, what is all of this about, what happened up there?”

“It’s a long story,” Kirk said. He looked around and adopted an impish smile. “Got anything to eat?”

Fiction: Star Trek: Darkness Visible, Part 3

Previously, on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging…

Now, the pacing of this story is not quite perfect. But this is not because of my shortcomings as a writer, no: this is a subtle hint that we are in a universe slightly askew of the proper causality. Yes. We’ll go with that…


Prisoner 5398 sat quietly on her bunk in the high-isolation facility on Salius VI, as she did for almost every hour of every day for thirty years now. Though she had never given any indication that of resistance or that she was anything other than utterly resigned to her fate, she was treated by the handful of people she interacted with like an existential threat.

Existential.

Her existence was a crime. It was illegal for her to exist. There was only one possible resolution to that, and some days she lamented that the Federation had so far remained unwilling to take the last step.

She was permitted the most basic comforts. Her cell was comfortable. She could read anything she liked so long as it was a physical, printed form. She could request things be shown to her, though her viewscreen was strictly playback-only; they could not risk she might hack the system. She was not permitted writing materials: any wisdom she cared to pass on might taint humanity. At least, for most of her incarceration, that had been the case.

She was not normally provided with news of the outside world, but she knew, in broad terms, that there was a war on. It was not going well, she concluded, from the fact that yesterday, she had been permitted a visitor for the first time. A gruff, bitter admiral, who had offered her far more than he was actually going to give her in return for her input on the design of a new dreadnought. She had… Expressed disapproval of the whole idea. She expected she would be left here to rot forever.

Needless to say, it came as a surprise when the photon torpedoes took out the facility’s power supply. It came as a further surprise when she felt the sudden rush of nothingness that came with matter transportation.

Prisoner 5398 had been out of the loop long enough that she could not identify the class of ship onto which she had been beamed, though the stylings clearly marked it as Starfleet. Her keen eyes caught a registry marking, though. USS Reliant, NCC-1864. It was not a ship she was familiar with.

Nor did she know the man who now stood in front of her. Clearly not Starfleet, though a Starfleet insignia badge, retooled into a necklace, hung against his muscular chest. In a flamboyant, magnanimous tone, he declared, “Welcome aboard the Reliant, Lieutenant Commander Chin-Riley.”

“Who are you?” she asked, “And why am I here?”

“You are here because I believe we are kindred spirits. I offer you asylum, justice, and revenge. I know your burden. Your pain. I too was rejected by those who lack vision. I too was abandoned and left to rot by Christopher Pike. My name is Khan.”


“I’ve got sickbay ready. What is all of this?” Doctor M’Benga asked as he walked into Pike’s stateroom.

Pike gestured to the couch. The Kirk brothers, La’an, Xon and Doctor McCoy were already seated. “Have a seat, Doctor. We’re about twenty minutes out from Regula One. I’d like you to accompany Captain Kirk, Doctor McCoy and Lieutenant Saavik. We can’t afford to delay any longer than necessary en route to Salius, but we’ll leave you with the Galileo, in case you need to evacuate.”

“Saavik?” Jim asked. “But La’an-”

“Will be staying on the Enterprise,” Pike said. “I hate to pull rank on you, Jim, but in light of where we’re going, Commander Noonien-Singh has some… Relevant experience.”

Jim opened his mouth, but then nodded. “Any idea what we’re in for?”

Pike looked away. “I had to call in a lot of favors to get access to this. Computer, request security procedure and access to Project Genesis Summary.” A full security check with retinal scan was reserved for the most critical data related to the war effort. It took several seconds for the computer to satisfy itself.

The image of a blonde woman in a scientist’s coverall appeared on the screen. “Carol?” Pike asked. Jim nodded.

“Project Genesis. A proposal to the Federation,” the image of Carol said. “What exactly is Genesis? Well, put simply, Genesis is life from lifelessness. It is a process whereby molecular structure is reorganized at he subatomic level into life-generating matter of equal mass. Stage One of our experiments was conducted in the laboratory. Stage Two of the series will be attempted in a lifeless underground. Stage Three will involve the process on a planetary scale. It is our intention to introduce the Genesis device into the pre-selected area of a lifeless space body, such a moon or other dead form. The device is delivered, instantaneously causing what we call the Genesis Effect. Matter is reorganized with life-generating results.”

The screen showed a simulation of a barren planet. Sam recognized it as a recreation of the surface of Mercury, though the exact appearance of the planet was certainly chosen arbitrarily. The Genesis device looked like a photon torpedo as it struck the surface, but instead of an explosion, a wave of fire swept across the surface, leaving in its wake blue oceans and green vegetation. “Instead of a dead moon, a living, breathing planet, capable of sustaining whatever lifeforms we see fit to deposit on it. The reformed moon simulated here represents the merest fraction of the Genesis potential, should the Federation wish to fund these experiments to their logical conclusion. When we consider the current refugee crisis and food supply problems from the ongoing war, the usefulness of this process becomes clear. This concludes our proposal. Thank you for your attention.”

“It literally is Genesis,” Sam said.

“The power of creation,” Jim added.

“Wholesale reorganization of matter at that scale,” Pike said. “What if it were used where life already exists?”

Impassively, Xon said, “It would destroy such life in favor of its new matrix.”

Pike looked away. “A planet creator, or a planet-killer. Doctor Marcus wanted to find a lifeless space-body, but I’m sure you can appreciate the alternatives.”

It was La’an who drew the conclusion. “If you could land this on Romulus. Or Qo’nos. Or…”

“My God,” M’Benga barked. “You’re talking about universal armageddon.”

“It’s always been easier to destroy life than to create it,” McCoy said. “Until now.”

“Jim,” Pike said, “You can not allow Genesis to fall into the wrong hands. Whatever it takes.”

“Understood, Admiral.”


“This is Enterprise calling Space Lab Regula One. Respond please.”

Saavik touched the communication controls. “Commander Uhura, this is Lieutenant Saavik. We’ve arrived safely. No signs of life yet.”

“Understood,” Uhura responded. “Be advised Enterprise will be breaking orbit and proceeding to Salius Six. Enterprise out.”

“Guess we’re on our own,” McCoy mused. “What the hell happened here?” His flashlight caught a rat and he jumped back, startled. Something brushed his head and he looked up…


To Be Continued…

Fiction: Star Trek: Darkness Visible, Part 2

Previously, on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

“I don’t know you.” The man had long, white hair and a face harshly weathered by years of hard living, but his muscular physique screamed impossible physical prowess. He turned from Terrell to Ortegas. A rivulet of blood made its way from the corner of her mouth, evidence she she was not on her knees willingly.

“But you. I never forget a face. Erica Ortegas, isn’t it? I never thought to see you again.”

“You know him? Who is this man?” Captain Terrell asked.

“Khan. Noonien. Singh.” Erica said through clenched teeth. “Augment. War criminal. Escaped from the Eugenics wars on a sleeper ship.”

“What do you want with us?” Terrell asked. “I demand-”

Khan cut him off with a backhand. “You are in a position to demand nothing!” he spat. But his tone quickly took on a false joviality as he waved about the cargo container. “But I am in a position to grant…. Nothing. What you see is all that remains of the ship’s company and crew of the Botany Bay, marooned here twenty years ago by Captain Christopher Pike.”

“Listen, you men and women, you have a…”

“Captain, Captain… Save your strength. These people have sworn to live and die at my command two hundred years before you were born. Did she never tell you?” He gave Ortegas a disappointed look. “To amuse your captain?” His eyes narrowed with barely-contained rage. “She never told you how the Enterprise picked up the Botany Bay, lost in space for hundreds of years, myself and the ship’s company in cryogenic freeze?”

“I’ve never even met Admiral Pike.”

“Admiral?” Khan’s teeth flashed and he forced his words out between them. “She never told you how Admiral Pike sent seventy of us…” He wagged a cautionary finger, “In direct contravention of your own laws regarding the genetically augmented… Sent seventy of us into exile on this barren sand heap with only the contents of these cargo bays to sustain us?”

“He’s lying,” Ortegas spat. “Ceti Alpha Five was a hard world, but it wasn’t like this.”

Khan grabbed the handle on her chest pack and hoisted Ortegas to her feet by it. “This is Ceti Alpha Five!” he shouted into her face.

She crumpled to the floor when he released her. His voice retook a forced calm. “Ceti Alpha Six exploded six months after we were left here. The gravitational shift affected the entire system. Destroyed the ecosystem of this planet. An event of that magnitude would have been visible to your Starfleet’s deep space observatories. Rescue would have been possible…. But then, no one knew we were here, did they? Your Admiral Pike never thought to check on our progress, until now…”

He put something together. “You didn’t expect to find me. You thought this was Ceti Alpha Six. You… Didn’t even notice… Why are you here?”

Ortegas and Terrell exchanged a quick glance. She shook her head. Don’t tell him.

Khan nodded to himself. “There’s someone I’d like to introduce you to…”


Pike took a sip of his martini and went back to chopping onions. “They’re pretty green, Sam,” he said, “Blew up the simulator room and you with it.”

He set the knife down as he saw the look on his former science officer’s face as he entered the kitchen. “Chris,” he said, “I’ve just heard from Jim. Something… Weird has happened. He needs a favor.”

“What kind of favor?” Pike asked.

“He wants to borrow a starship.”


“Sir. May I speak?”

Khan waved his helmsman over. “What is it?”

“We’re all with you, sir, but consider this. We are free. We have a ship and the means to go where we will. We have escaped permanent exile on Ceti Alpha Five. You have proved your superior intellect, and defeated the plans of Admiral Pike. You do not need to defeat him again. We could go anywhere, do anything.”

Khan scoffed. “What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and courage never to submit or yield: and what is else not to be overcome? Set course for Salius.”


Captain James T. Kirk materialized in the transporter room of the USS Enterprise along with his first officer and chief medical officer. Protocol dictated that the he should greet the Admiral first, but Jim Kirk was never one for protocol, and went first to give his brother a quick hug and thank him for the old-fashioned bound copy of To Kill a Mockingbird Sam had sent him for his birthday. Pike ignored the slight; he was happy enough to greet an old friend first. “It’s been too long, La’an,” he said. “How are things at the front?”

“Admiral,” she said, in a warm but tired tone. “I don’t know if this war is ever going to end.”

“Admiral Pike,” Jim said. “It’s good to see you. Have you met Bones?”

“Leonard McCoy,” the doctor said. “Chief Medical Officer of the USS Reno and too old for this.”

“Sam told me you need to get to a classified research station?” Pike asked. “What’s this about?”

Jim moved closer to Pike and lowered his voice. “I received an urgent message from an… old friend. Something very strange is going on involving a classified project called Genesis. She was ordered to hand over the whole kit and kaboodle. And she says the orders came from you personally.”

“Me?” Pike asked. “I’ve never even heard of Genesis.”

“No one has,” Jim said. “Not officially. I can’t get through now. Something is jamming them. The Reno is still under repairs; she won’t have warp until Tuesday.”

“You could raise this through channels,” Sam said. “I don’t know why you’d bring this to us.”

“Look, Admiral, I realize this is a big ask. But all I need is a ride. Someone who can sign off on a visit to Regula One. I need to go there. Personally,” Jim said. “Sam… It’s Carol. And David.”

Pike looked to Sam for clarification. Sam looked haunted. He guided Pike a few steps away. “Sam,” Pike started, “I don’t know what this is about, but-”

“It’s his kid,” Sam said. “David is Jim’s son. Chris… I need you to do this.”

“Sam, I understand. I can pull some strings, get him on the next-”

“Chris, please. I need… You. I need you to take command, and get us to Regula One.”

“Me? Sam, it’s your ship now.”

Sam sighed deeply. “Chris… I’m fine taking a ship full of cadets out on a training mission. But this isn’t me. And… Look, Chris. Ever since Aurelan and the boys… Chris, I’m compromised here. I chose Starfleet over family and I’ve paid for it every day.” Sam’s wife and younger children had died to space parasites on Deneva, and his third son had been lost on the Romulan front a few years ago.

Before Pike could answer, the tannoy chirped. Uhura’s voice issued from the public address system. “Captain Kirk, incoming priority message from Starfleet command.”

Sam stepped to the nearest terminal and pulled it up. With a confused look, he said, “Jim, I’m sorry. Regula One is going to have to wait. We’ve received a priority one distress signal from Salius Six. We’re the only ship in range that isn’t already committed to the Romulan campaign.”

Pike saw Jim tense, and put a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “The Salius system is near Regula. Come with us. We can do a quick fly-by on the way.”

The Enterprise was clearing spacedock by the time Pike and the Kirks reached the bridge. Saavik yielded the captain’s chair, clearly expecting Sam to take it. He stepped away and gave Pike an encouraging nod. Pike closed his eyes briefly and took a sharp breath. “Nyota, open shipwide. All hands, an emergency situation has arisen. By order of Starfleet Command, as of now, eighteen hundred hours, I am assuming command of this vessel. Duty officer so note in the ship’s log. I know that none of you were expecting this. I’m sorry. I’m gonna have you to ask you to grow up a little sooner than you expected.”

He sat. “Mister… Sulu is it?”

“Aye, sir.”

“Set course for the Salius system by way of Regula. Prepare for warp speed.”

“Ready, sir.”

“Hit it.”


To Be Continued…

Fiction: Star Trek: Darkness Visible, Part 1

Previously, on A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

(I’m actually imagining a whole alternate version of TWOK now with Pike, which perhaps I will write out at length later)

 


“Captain’s log, Stardate 8130.3. Starship Enterprise on training mission to Gamma Hydra, section 14. Co-ordinates twenty-two, eighty-seven, four. Approaching Neutral Zone. All systems normal and functioning.”

The commander switched off the log recorded as the helmsman announced their crossing into the next sector. “Project parabolic course to avoid entering Neutral Zone,” she ordered. Her breifing had warned of increased activity in this section.

“Captain,” said Commander Uhura from behind her, “I’m getting something on the distress channel. Audio only.”

“On speakers.”

Even with her sensitive ears, she struggled to make out the distorted transmission. “… Kobayashi Maru… Ninteen… Out of Altair Six. We have struck a gravitic mine…. Lost all power… Hull… Many casualties. Our position is Gamma Hydra, section ten.”

“In the Neutral Zone,” the captain observed, quietly.

“Hull penetrated,” the voice crackled between increasing bursts of static. “Life support… Can you assist us, Enterprise? … Assist…”

She pulled up the registry data on the Kobayashi Maru. Almost four hundred people aboard. Damn. “Mister Sulu, plot an intercept course.”

“May I remind the Captain that entering the Neutral Zone in a time of war…”

“I’m aware of my responsibilities.”

Sulu nodded. “Understood. Two minutes to intercept.” The computer chimed a warning as they crossed into disputed space.

“Stand by transporter room,” the commander ordered.

“I’ve lost their signal,” Uhura warned.

An alert klaxon sounded. At the conn, Lieutenant Commander Mitchell announced, “Romulan warbirds decloaking, Captain. Four of them.”

“Evasive maneuvers,” the commander barked. “Raise shields. Red alert. Uhura, tell them we’re on a rescue mission.”

“They’re jamming all frequencies.”

The Vulcan science officer coolly said, “The Romulans do not respect humanitarian aid and will interpret our actions as a sign of weakness.”

“They’re firing!” Mitchell exclaimed. Three of the four ships launched their plasma weapons. Even at this range…

“Brace for impact. Return fire.”

The ship shook and the lights dimmed. Her first officer tumbled to the floor and lay still as the bridge reeled. No ship could withstand that much firepower for long; that Enterprise had survived at all was purely down to Romulan eagerness. If they had remained cloaked a minute longer, let Enterprise draw just a bit closer…

She demanded a damage report, knowing it was pointless. “Can we return fire?”

“No power to weapons, Captain,” said the science officer before his console exploded behind him, sending him to the floor as well.

“We’re dead in space,” Mitchell observed. The fourth ship was closing for the kill. The commander realized that it had held back for this moment; the other three ships would need a minute to recharge.

“Signal our surrender,” said the commander, resigned.

“We’re still being jammed, Captain,” Uhura reminded her.

Between flickers, the viewscreen showed the fourth Romulan bearing down on them. A bright ball of plasma was forming in the raptor-prowl. “Then activate escape pods. Send out the log buoy. Abandon ship. All hands, abandon ship.”

The red alert klaxon fell silent. From somewhere beyond the bridge, a tired voice called, “That’s enough. Open it up.”

With a mechanical whir, the viewscreen slid away. Admiral Pike stepped through the smoke onto the bridge. “Any suggestions, Admiral?” the commander asked.

Pike regarded her with tired eyes. “Keep fighting, Mister Saavik,” he said. “Being taken prisoner by the Romulans is… Worse than death.” She flinched visibly at that.

The science officer and first officer got up from the deck. “No comment on my performance?” the first officer asked.

Pike forced a smile. “I’m no drama critic, Sam.” He nodded to the science officer. “But I thought you were very convincing Mister Xon.”

“Thank you, sir,” he said. “I have been practicing my technique.”

“Permission to speak candidly?” Saavik asked.

“Granted.”

“I don’t believe this was a fair test of my command abilities.”

“Why not?”

“Because there was no way to win.”

Pike looked off into the distance. “There are some fates you just can’t escape, Mister Saavik. The best you can do is…. Move them around.” The deep lines around his eyes seemed to grow even deeper. “It’s important that you learn that now, here, and not out there, not when there are lives-” his voice caught in his throat.

He looked away, back to Sam. “Debrief at sixteen-hundred,” he said. “Oh, and Sam, wish your brother a happy birthday for me.”


“First officer’s log, Stardate 8130.4. Starship Reliant on orbital approach to Ceti Alpha VI, in connection with Project Genesis. We are continuing our search for a lifeless planet to satisfy the requirements of a test site for the Genesis Experiment. So far no success. Who’d have thought it would be this hard to find nothing.”

Commander Ortegas rose from the chair as the captain entered the bridge. “Standard orbit,” he said. “Any change in surface scan?”

“Negative,” said the helmsman. “Limited atmosphere, dominated by craylon gas, sand and high velocity winds. It’s incapable of supporting lifeforms.”

Ortegas cringed. “Does it have to be completely lifeless?”

“Don’t tell me,” Captain Terrell sighed.

“Minor energy flux on one dynoscanner.”

“Damn. Are you sure? Maybe the scanner’s out of adjustment.”

“Maybe it’s something we could transplant?” Ortegas offered.

Terrell glanced over to the communications officer. “Open a channel to Regula One.” He looked back to Ortegas. “You know what she’s going to say, Erica.” He sighed. “But I’m as tired of this as you are. Suit up. If it’s something we can move…”


“Don’t have kittens, mom. Genesis is going to work. They’ll remember you in one breath with Newton, Ramerez, Soong…”

Carol Marcus sighed. “Thanks a lot. No respect from my offspring.”

“Par for the course,” David smirked. “Is grandpa still planning to receive the project update in person?” She caught something uncomfortable in his tone.

“What is it?”

He shrugged. “Every time we have dealings with Starfleet, I get nervous. Even at the best of times, we are dealing with something that could be perverted into a dreadful weapon. And with this war… Remember that overgrown boy scout you used to hang out with? A hothead like that…”

She raised an eyebrow. “Jim Kirk was many things, but he was never a boy scout.”


“This doesn’t make sense,” Terrell said. The cargo module had been kitted out as a survival shelter, but if there had been a crash… “Where’s the rest of the ship?” The place was packed tight with supplies, enough that he was having trouble locating any sort of hull marking. Finally, he pushed aside a copy of Paradise Lost and looked at the bare wall behind it. “One seven zero one. Enterprise,” he read off the wall. “Erica, isn’t that your old-”

Ortegas picked up an old fashioned leather-bound log book and turned it over. She read the name stamped in gold leaf on the front. “S.S. Botany Bay…” A cold chill grabbed her. “Botany Bay? Oh no.” She dropped the book and grabbed Terrell roughly. “We’ve got to get out of here, Captain. Now.”

“Erica?”

“No time,” she barked, shoving his helmet back at him.

Too late. The cargo module’s hatch clicked open.

To Be Continued…

Some Blundering About Star Trek: Strange New Worlds 1×10: The Quality of Mercy

“A Quality of Mercy” or “Tomorrow’s Enterprise”

“Stone walls do not a prison make,
nor iron bars a cage:
minds innocent and quiet take
that for a hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love
and in my soul am free,
angels alone that soar above
enjoy such liberty.” 
– Richard Lovelace

 

Influences: “Balance of Terror” (TOS), “Obsession” (TOS), “Et in Arcadia Ego” (PIC), “Yesterday’s Enterprise” (TNG), “Endgame” (VOY), “These Are The Voyages” (ENT), Star Trek: Early Voyages, “In Harm’s Way” (New Voyages), Doctor Who: “Turn Left”

“In this galaxy, there’s a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. And in all the universe, three million million galaxies like this. And in all of that, and perhaps more, only one of each of us. Don’t destroy the one named Kirk.” – Leonard McCoy, “Balance of Terror”

Strange New Worlds has not really established a mode of operation other than “Let’s just go fucking nuts”, and this would upset me greatly if it were the only Star Trek currently in production, but we’ve got half a season of Prodigy coming, and they’ve already finished filming season three of Picard and I think they’re already working on season five of Discovery and there’s at least two more shows in preprod right now? So okay. One last time before the break, let’s go fucking nuts.

This episode mines the continuity and the metatext hard, and it mostly works, on pretty much every level and so much about it is lovely. A few things are unlovely, but that’s okay too. Starting at the end, it’s very weird and wild that the arc-lite series made entirely of stand-alone episodes does the first proper season-end cliffhanger we’ve had in a long time. It’s more of a Season 2 teaser than a traditional cliffhanger – not unlike the last-second appearance of the Enterprise in the Discovery season 1 finale – but it differs from Discovery in that it is a continuation of an ongoing character arc, and that the events leading up to it were part of the episode beforehand. Obviously, he was busy with other things, but one wonders why Pike didn’t ask Future Pike why he never sprung Una in between rewriting the destinies of strangers. It’s also very uncomfortable that it comes off like Una is under arrest for being Ilyrian. That’s super gross. They’re going to lock her up, apparently in solitary, no visitors allowed, for a decade at least, for her very existence. I’m not saying this is inconsistent with the treatment of augments we’ve seen elsewhere, but ick. I mean, also, if she’s Ilyrian,  and Ilyria isn’t part of the Federation, wouldn’t repatriation be a more normal thing to do? Now, if she’s being arrested for falsifying records to get into Starfleet – and potentially on suspicion of espionage – that’s different, but it comes off much more like, yeah, she is an Inherently Illegal Person, which is super super gross. (Now, aside here; the Ilyrians in Enterprise are not named on-screen, and everything else about them comes from novels and comics. So I’m wondering now if the SNW Ilyrians aren’t actually meant to be an alien species, but rather an offshoot of humans?)

Before that… They explained the thing. I didn’t actually think they would, and they were nicely subtle about it. I think I mentioned a long time ago that there’s this one gap in the continuity from the original pilot to the rest of TOS that is sort of curious. In “The Cage”, Spock is a very junior officer who has a pretty limited role in the story and barely interacts with Pike directly. Many years later, he risks his own career, possibly the careers of his colleagues as well, and maybe even his own life, to take Pike to the Talosians. This is a big deal, and to be entirely honest, there is nothing else in Spock’s history that explains why he would do this. “He’s fiercely loyal to his old captain,” is convincing as a surface-level cliche, but Pike and Spock don’t seem nearly as close as Kirk and Spock. Yet I don’t think we can comfortably imagine Spock would go to the same extremes for Kirk. Heck, there’s a whole big point in Star Trek IV that “Break a bunch of laws, almost start a war, and get yourself branded an outlaw to save a friend” is a very Kirk thing to do but not at all a Spock thing to do. So why did he do it? Finally we have an answer. Spock sort of has the gist of it now, and perhaps will learn the full details in time, but it appears, through the contrivances of the angry and vengeful gods of continuity, that Pike traded his life for Spock’s.

Pike started the season haunted by the idea that he couldn’t avoid his destiny without dooming the cadets he was fated to save. What this episode has done – and this feels maybe a little contrived, since there’s no real logical connection, just mysterious larger forces – is to revise that and reveal that Pike can avoid his destiny, but the cost will be Spock. We see one way, and Future-Pike implies that the Timekeepers have revealed that this always happens. In every universe where Pike avoids his accident, Spock is sacrificed instead. This is a big heavy thing that probably needed a little more scaffolding than it got, but I can in this case accept it. Actually got a little teary-eyed for that last scene of Spock and Pike in Pike’s office when I realized the full meaning of it. Oh. Oh. That’s why. That’s why Spock would put himself out like that. Because Spock knows that Pike marched willingly into that fate for him

It is so interesting that what sets Pike down this path is meeting Maat – one of the future cadets he isn’t going to save. The step he’s about to take was simple enough that he could’ve done this at any time. He has held back from trying to alter the future because he doesn’t want to endanger the people he’s going to save. It’s only when he meets, as a child, one of the ones he doesn’t that it’s time to say “Fuck it” to the inexorable plans of fate. I mentioned back when Pike originally had his vision that part of Pike’s tragedy is that he sacrifices himself to save a room full of cadets and he doesn’t even save them all. He is, in the end, fated to be The One Who Almost But Not Quite Pulled it Off.

Which is, as it turns out, also what this episode is about. As Pike starts writing a letter to the young Maat, warning him to avoid the engine explosion, a movie-era version of himself manifests to tell him of the terrible peril should the sacred timeline be disturbed. (Like the NuTrek implementation of the movie-era uniform, btw, though they don’t go as far with it in the direction of making it look like something a person could actually wear to work every day as they did with other uniforms). Another point that needed more scaffolding, but things are bad enough in Future-Pike’s timeline that the Timekeepers have gotten involved. I wonder if this will be expanded upon in the future, because, yeah, there’s an ongoing war with the Romulans, but it’s hard to see that alone as justifying this level of “Yeah the whole timeline is in danger.” I don’t really get the impression that Future-Pike comes from a place that is bad enough to merit pulling a Sam Beckett and Setting Right What Once Went Wrong. I do believe that things could proceed from there to this hypothetical “end of everything” sort of bad future, and that the Timekeepers foresaw this and convinced Future-Pike of it. Future-Pike very clearly knows more about the fate of the universe than his own perspective should allow. He’s been shown that things Spock won’t do for another century yet are the only path to lasting peace with the Romulans. If they (or, indeed, some other NuTrek) revisits this in time, I look forward to them tying the pieces all together.

You know, just writing it down makes it sound a little overwrought, doesn’t it? Pike from the 2270s travels back to the 2250s to send that Pike forward to the 2260s because Spock needs to make it to the 2380s to protect the timeline so that Vulcans and Romulans can reuinify in the 2600s or thereabout.

But anyway, The Future! Past! Present! Whatever! Future-Pike zaps Present-Pike into the body of Slightly-Less-Future-Pike, right smack into the TOS episode “Balance of Terror”. Like, right into it. “Balance of Terror” opens with Kirk officiating at a wedding, and Pike has to quickly recover and cover when he comes to himself halfway through the benediction.

What follows is in many places a close retelling of the TOS episode. I wish they’d done a bit of redecoration of the Enterprise sets to help convey this being a different time, though. We’re almost a decade in the future but the changes on the Enterprise are subtle. Possibly this is meant to be unnerving, because it’s just a bit askew from both SNW and TOS. Uhura is still there, now a Lieutenant. Spock is Pike’s first officer, and he refers to himself as “Number One”. Ortegas and Mitchell are still flying the ship, but they’ve swapped seats. M’Benga seems to still be CMO, and Chapel is there, but wearing a uniform now. We neither see nor hear the name of the Enterprise’s engineer, but we do hear a somewhat overblown Scottish accent from off-screen. Even Sam is still on the Enterprise.

But there are changes. Everyone seems a lot stiffer, Spock especially. The arc of Spock’s personality is something I’ve been troubled over before. The Spock of Strange New Worlds seems more in touch with his human side than the Spock of TOS, which is fine, but the catalysts for his evolution as a character haven’t fallen in the right order so far, with the implication that Spock rejected his humanity multiple times in his life, but all of them prior to the time period of this series. Possibly this is where the arc with T’Pring is going, since we know that he’s deeply insecure in his relationship with her specifically over his humanity. Will he reject his humanity in a doomed attempt to protect the relationship? Or will he accept the failure of the relationship, remaining in the engagement only out of duty, and reject his humanity as a coping mechanism? But that’s a discussion for another season. Like I said, everyone seems stiffer on Enterprise now, and while Spock carries the heaviest part of it, Ortegas is upsettingly hostile here. Like, downright unlikeable. She even gets her racism on against Spock, who she has worked with for a decade now, because she is being slotted into the role Lieutenant Styles played in “Balance”. I just, ugh. Not Ortegas. Why Ortegas? You had a perfectly good one-off TOS character you could use here. Put him in Mitchell’s seat.

We finally get an overt, confirmed-in-dialogue statement that no human has ever seen a Romulan before, which is very mildly annoying but okay (I’ve always preferred the idea that it was, in fact, known by the higher-ups, but the fact that Romulans look like Vulcans just wasn’t widely publicized specifically out of fears of racism tearing the nacient Federation apart). What’s more interesting is the speculation that the Romulans leaked this deliberately at this particular moment in history, in the hopes of sowing bigotry. A bit weird that the Romulans in this episode are Northerners, in light of this, since when you add the brow ridge, it’s no longer nearly so clear to say that Romulans and Vulcans look alike – they look about as alike as half a dozen other species look to humans. Also, how the fuck do you remake Balance of Terror for NuTrek and not get James Frain to play the Romulan commander? Heck, you do that, and you can slap a brow ridge on him and it still totally works. Probably works better. “Hey Spock, is it just me or does that Romulan commander look like your dad? I mean, other than the brow ridge.”

Significant parts of the episode play out as before. Hansen Al-Sallah dies in the attack on the outpost (He’s wearing a different badge than the Enterprise crew, though the Farragut crew wears the usual arrowhead. Looks like they are going with what I believe is the original intent here, that the insignias are not ship-specific, but specify something else, with most starship crews wearing arrowheads, and certain other duties wearing something different. I think Al-Sallah’s badge is slightly different from the one “Commander Hansen” had in TOS. Similar, but more obviously a variation of the arrowhead), the Enterprise is damaged, they shadow the Romulans, Spock suggests attack rather than restraint based on his knowledge of Vulcan’s history, the Romulan commander is open to negotiation but his second sends a transmission against orders because he wants to get his war on. They try the same failed gambit with the comet’s tail, Enterprise loses phasers to the plasma weapon. Also, there’s a lot of shots which do that “Face in shadows except for the eyes” thing on Pike and Spock that TOS did a lot for effect but which is not really part of modern cinematic language.

Given that they made a bunch of new Romulan models and the new model for the Farragut, I’m sad that the Enterprise also isn’t outwardly different. From the magazine that came with the Eaglemoss model of the Discovery Enterprise, I learned that one of the ideas that went into its Discovery redesign was the possibility that later refits might bring the Enterprise closer to its TOS look – the runway behind the shuttle bay and the extra bits on the nacelle pylons are things that could be removed later. Also, a shame we don’t get a furtive glimpse of Admiral Pike’s Enterprise-A. (I’m actually imagining a whole alternate version of TWOK now with Pike, which perhaps I will write out at length later).

One of the large metatextual elements here is that it’s the same Pike we’ve been watching all season going through these events. It’s not the Pike of an alternate-2260s, who has ten more years of experience. And yet, he’s expected to do what the Pike of this timeline would have done: he is not here to fix things, but to witness why he shouldn’t be here. Pike seems to forget this at times. You’d expect this to be a major part of the episode, Pike struggling with self-doubt, whether each decision he makes is the one that leads to the bad timeline his future-self wants to prevent. Or struggling with his desire to fix things by avoiding that mistake. Instead, Pike just plays it straight, approaching the situation as himself. This is very odd, and I find myself wondering why they played it this way instead of having 2250s Pike here purely as an observer, watching 2260s Pike but unable to interfere.

The climax of the battle changes things up because the Romulan warbird isn’t alone, though. A Romulan armada appears. And… This part I’m not crazy about. The original “Balance of Terror” is pretty amazing for the care with which it establishes the Romulans as not simply Scary Aliens That Are Kinda Supposed To Make You Think of Cold War Enemies in a Vaguely Racist Way. There’s a real sense that the Romulans are a different culture with a different but still valid system of values. The way that they value strength and duty is a big part of it. But… I dunno, especially after playing this multiple times with the Gorn, doing the whole thing where they very publicly blow up the warbird to “cull the weak” and make themselves stronger comes off as just “They’re gratuitously nasty space-thugs”. It somehow feels more racist and less nuanced than the forty years or so from “The Enterprise Incident” up through Enterprise where the whole of the characterization of Romulan culture was pretty much just “shifty”. Where I thought they were going was that the Romulan Praetor would blow up the warbird and offer a very over-the-top faux-pology for the actions of its “rogue” commander who they had just executed for his unauthorized attack, and both sides would stand down and save face, but it would mark the beginning of a period of escalation that put them on the inescapable path to war. Instead, the Romulans are just like “We strong; you week. War now.” Meh.

The biggest divergence from “Balance” is that Enterprise isn’t alone either, though. In this timeline, Pike presumably turned down promotion and remained on the Enterprise, and kept the old gang together. But meanwhile, the USS Farragut is still out there, captained by Jim Kirk, and it shows up to help. And here is where I largely forgive this episode its other shortcomings.

First things first: I do not like Paul Wesley’s portrayal of Kirk at all. Even a little bit. Just doesn’t work. However, the writing of Jim Kirk in this episode is perfect. It is so easy to fall into parody with Kirk. Pike even fears that Kirk is a brash, impulsive, rule-breaking firebrand who is going to start a war…. And he isn’t. Kirk and Pike disagree, but Kirk respects the difference of opinion, respects what Pike is trying to do, and defers to him. He doesn’t go behind Pike’s back or disobey his orders in an act of heroism or glory-seeking. This is a Kirk written by someone who gets the actual, canonical Kirk, rather than the pop-culture Kirk. My favorite detail here is the one time Kirk gets angry with Pike. Because he hesitated. A slight delay in firing on the Romulans because he didn’t want to hit the Farragut. They remembered. They remembered that this is the thing James T. Kirk is hypersenitive to. That this is the thing that makes him Kirk. That he’s haunted by the time he hesitated and people he cared about died.

Also, La’an is Kirk’s first officer, looks like. That’s a nice and understated “Time has gone wrong” irony – that destiny would team him up with the niece of the man who, in the proper timeline, should be his greatest enemy. We know in the Kelvin timeline, the recovery of the Botany Bay went very differently. In this timeline, if those events happen at all, we can imagine that regardless of whether it is still Kirk who does it, or if it’s still the Enterprise, either way things would unfold very differently, as we’d have to imagine the conflict would evolve differently with Khan’s kin on-board, or those who’d worked closely with her. And one wonders whether Khan would’ve been able to conceal his identity at all if anyone one board had researched Khan in depth. That is all well beyond the scope of this story, but hey, maybe we’ll see this timeline again someday. Also, again, how did they miss the obvious opportunity to kill her off so Kirk and/or Pike could scream “Laaaaaaaaaaan!!!!!!” in their pain?

One of the really good misdirects that “A Quality of Mercy” does here is that once it introduces Kirk, it immediately starts trying to kill him. Or more specifically, it immediately starts making us worry about him. This must be it, we think. This is where time breaksPike lives, Kirk dies, the universe goes to hell.

This episode is very similar to the plot arc in the comic series Early Voyages. In that version of events, Pike, just as in canon, receives a vision of his future. To mess things up a bit more, Colt – a character from the pilot that NuTrek hasn’t revisited – is zapped into the future herself. In the alternate future, like here, Pike remained on the Enterprise and avoided his accident. But because of Colt’s absence, a young Jim Kirk was assigned to the Enterprise as a junior officer, where his personality clash with Pike ultimately saw him out of Starfleet.

But Kirk makes it. The Farragut is destroyed, and there’s one last group left to beam over… And they make it. He departs in a shuttle for an unspoken backup plan. It turns out to be a very classic-feeling Kirk-Bluff: he brings a fleet of automated mining drones which Pike tells the Romulan armada is a fleet of attack ships – the Romulans have no idea what modern Starfleet warships looks like. But he has to cover the Enterprise’s escape, nobly sacrificing himself to – nope, wait, they beam him out right as they skeedaddle. James T. Kirk will live.

Because – and this is the point where the show pushes it right up to the edge, but ultimately wins me – Pike, as we know, is not the hero of destiny. And neither is Kirk. We spend a big chunk of this episode expecting the message that Pike is the tragic, doomed mentor who must ultimately accept the necessity of sacrifice to save The Chosen One, the Child of Destiny, the man whose narrative gravity must shape the universe. The One True Hero of Star Trek, James Tiberius–

record needle scratch.

It’s not him. James T. Kirk is not the chosen one, who must be protected. James T. Kirk is gonna be fine either way.

It’s Spock. In every timeline that Pike avoids his fate, Spock eats it. Horribly. Missing leg, face-melting radiation burns, brain damage. Beep Beep.

Oh, um, a bunch of other people die too, including Lieutenant Martine, who was the bride earlier. In the prime timeline, it was the groom who died, and he was the only casualty of the battle on their side.

Now, this is…. It’s not perfect. There’s a strong sense of “Mystical forces of time are punishing Spock for Pike’s defiance,” and “Really the Chosen One is neither Pike nor Kirk,” is stronger if the next part is, “Actually it’s some third person you never heard of,” than if it’s the guy whose name comes second in the credits.

It couldn’t actually be a nobody, I guess, in order to give it the proper weight. It has to be someone we know does something important in the future. It could perhaps have been Uhura, that would be cool. But ideally, it would be something very left-field. The problem is that we don’t have a whole lot of —

Oh, shit, duh. I know who it should’ve been. Will Decker. There are some extraordinary reasons they certainly don’t want to revisit one of the two major guest characters from a TOS movie who ends the film being permanently removed from their home and taken to another and very different world after saving the Earth from an impossibly powerful machine creature linked to stuff that happened in the audience’s native time, played by one of the parents from Seventh Heaven. But still, the ideal thing here would be that we have a very minor character in SNW – a junior officer whose identity hasn’t had attention called to it. Someone along the lines of Mitchell or Chief Kyle. Then, ten years in the future, they die horribly in these events, and this is meaningful and moving for Pike because he cares about his people, and cares about the ones who’ve gotten character focus as much as the ones who haven’t. And then the audience puts it together that, hey, this was that one-off character in TOS or the movie era who saved the day at one point. I picked Decker just now because TOS doesn’t really have a lot of examples of one-off characters saving the day in a critical moment. Later Trek is good for that; episodes where a one-off character death isn’t just canon fodder but a noble sacrifice.

Anyway, Spock is a good choice too, and has all this bang-on stuff where it justifies “The Menagerie”. Just a little less powerful than you’d hope.

The other thing which I feel needed more scaffolding, though, is that Pike isn’t just sacrificing himself. The episode calls this out at the beginning, makes it a trigger. But it sort of forgets it at the end, reducing it to just a plot device. Maat Al-Sallah is going to die. Pike chooses the universe where Maat Al-Sallah dies, in order to save the millions who will die in the second Romulan War, but really to save Spock.

That’s a little yikes.

Maat’s dad dies either way. Dude is fucked. Pike does not know this, of course; he knows Hansen dies in the bad timeline, but his fate in the prime one might be different. However, Pike knows that in the prime timeline he will fail to save Maat Al-Sallah. We know that six months after burying his son, Commander Al-Sallah is going to die as well. We can speculate, of course. Did he spend his last few months comforted that his son died alongside his childhood hero? Did he resent the cadets Pike did save? Did he feel guilty over the injuries Pike received in the failed attempt to save his son? These are not questions the episode is interested in. The fact that Pike is not just sacrificing himself to prevent the Romulan War timeline is not something the episode is interested in. Maat? The adorable child who’s a Pike fanboy who Pike wants to save but if he does he’s dooming-

Oh.

Oh shit.

I get it now.

I… I feel… Respected?

I did not know successful television could have subtlety like that.

This isn’t Pike’s Kobyashi Maru, and it’s not his Yesterday’s Enterprise, and it’s not just a reenactment of the decision he already made back on Discovery.

This is Pike’s Omelas. They never actually say it. They never call attention to it at all. In fact, they call attention away from it. But that’s what this is. Pike has the chance to save the kid. He made his peace with his own death, but then WHAM, there’s this kid. He can save the kid. He wants to save the kid. But the cost is war with the Romulans. And Spock.

Holy shit. That’s the through-line for the season, isn’t it? We deal with child-death or endangerment in what? “Memento Mori”, “Lift Us Where Suffering Can Not Reach”, “The Elysian Kingdom” and “All Those Who Wander” all revolve around child-murder, and the good guys have complicity in three of those. Plus “Children of the Comet” is literally called “Children of the Comet”. That’s at least as many episodes aimed at child-murder as there are dealing with the more straightforward motif of whether one can – or should – change what one is fated to become. How did we find ourself in a Star Trek whose dominant themes includes, “Sometimes you just have to kill children”?

What are y’all doing?

Some Blundering About Star Trek: Strange New Worlds 1×09: All Those Who Wander

“All Those Who Wander” or “The Wrath of La’an” – no, wait, I used that one. How about, “In Space, No One Can Hear You Rip Off James Cameron”. Eh, too close to the Omelas thing. Okay, then. We’ll go with “Children of the Gorn”

Influences: “Arena” (TOS), “All Our Yesterdays” (TOS), “Impulse” (ENT), “Empok Nor” (DS9), “Context is for Kings” (DSC), AlienAliens, Gene Rodenberry’s Andromeda

I watched this episode with my Mother-in-Law. She was convinced the little kid was evil. She reckoned she was putting some kind of mind-whammy on M’Benga when he conflated her with his daughter, because why would M’Benga still be distraught and not thinking clearly when encountering an endangered little girl, it’s been a whole week since his daughter died ascended to a higher plane of existence.

Man, wow, that is kind of obvious, though, isn’t it? Wow. Let’s start the episode off by saying a fond goodbye to beloved cast member with a guaranteed future Nyota Uhura, and also to Other Cadet We Have Never Met Until Now. Also congrats on your promotion, Lieutenant Skippy. I’m sure you will have a long and successful career ahead of you. (Noticed: La’an misses Pike’s big breakfast because she’s with her therapist. Nice small touch there. Also, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelets”)

So the plot of this episode is that the Enterprise is on its way to deliver power thingers to Space Station K-7 (Which is, fun fact, the one from “The Trouble With Tribbles”), but they pass a crashed ship on the way. Since Enterprise has to make that delivery on-time, the away team is going to be all on their own to fix and re-launch the ship. Pike goes down with a team consisting of five regulars, two obvious expendables, and Sam Kirk, who is doomed but not today.

And then the plot of the Alien movies happens. Very straightforwardly. Like, even more overtly than the Omelas thing a few weeks back. They even have a Newt. She serves no purpose in the story proper, but she’s there. Is it just me, or is Strange New Worlds a little derivative?

This episode is good, don’t get me wrong. But man, they are laying it on thick with the Gorn, aren’t they? I’m having a hard time really buying the Gorn as an advanced spacefaring race. It’s kind of important to the believably of the Alien movies that the Xenomorphs aren’t actually an intelligent species in their own right; they’ve got something to do with the Space Jockeys – and maybe the Predators. But they’re basically animals. You would not expect them to be building their own starships. There’s an obvious nod to the Magog from Andromeda as well – not the first time NuTrek has raided it for ideas. But again, the Magog had this whole thing going where they gained the memories of their hosts, and also I think there was some big scary evil intelligence that was helping them out? I don’t know, that show sucked except for the bits that were delightfully insane.

It isn’t necessarily a big thing, and I know it’s kill-or-be-killed in this situation. But it does stick with me that the one significant divergence between this episode and Alien is that it accidentally contains the element of “The main plot of this episode is that Captain Pike and friends hunt down and murder a bunch of babies.” Perhaps this is why they had to paint the Gorn so over-the-top as space-monsters, because it helps you forget that this is a sentient species who build starships and wear spangly space togas and live in cities, and Captain Pike and friends just murdered a bunch of their babies. Again, under the circumstances, necessary. But I notice that Doctor M’Benga does not raise any objections to murdering the non-cute children in this episode. No one voices a reminder that this is a sentient race and could we try trapping them first? Obviously you could have that fail and get one of the Skippys killed (great tension there if Spock advises not-baby-murder, and thus holds himself culpable for the deaths that follow, leading to his willingness to relax his emotional control), but someone should at least have brought it up.

In this episode, we learn that Gorn are born in litters, but within a few hours, the strongest baby Gorn will kill and eat the rest of its litter. Because needlessly nasty and violent. They also reproduce via spitting acid in the faces of their prey, are fertile within hours of birth, and apparently reproduce asexually. I mean, that or the teen Gorn took a few minutes off of killing each other for a sibling orgy. And they’re invisible to both sensors and telepathy (Surprising they would forsake the chance to give everyone motion sensors like in Aliens). In their adolescent form, Gorn kinda look like Gremlins. I am having a hard time handling just how needlessly nasty and derivative this all is. Also I guess Gorn have a race memory or something because La’an expects this hour-old Gorn to be able to understand language and respond to her challenging it.

Another in the long line of SNW’s list of small but significant missed opportunities, La’an warns them that they stand no chance against an adult Gorn. Would have been both funnier and a better tie-in to “Arena” had she said, “The feral adolescent stage is the most dangerous. Once it becomes an adult, we’d have a chance, since they get slower and kind of awkward and unable to turn their necks. But that will take days and we’ll all be dead by then.”
And then we’ve got this whole thing going on where Spock has to unleash his TUMULTUOUS VULCAN EMOTIONS in order to provoke the Gorn out of hiding. But now that he has awakened the savage beast inside, can he truly put it back in its cage? Except… Look, all he does is scream a little. God, this feels so forced. And since it’s going to be La’an who handles the climactic part of the battle, the only purpose it serves in the plot is to set up him hugging Chapel at the end. (I will admit being touched by the hug)

I guess the other thing that matters about it is that Sam is a complete dick to Spock about his emotional reserve before he cuts loose. Ten years later:

Jim: Spock… You nevermentionedthatyou knew my….. Brother.
Spock: Yes, Jim. He worked for me for years. Funny he never mentioned it to you. He was kind of a dick and everyone on the ship hated him. I didn’t think it was appropriate to bring it up when you were in mourning.

So Cadet Skippy and Lieutenant Skippy die, and the last Gorn is killed technically by La’an. I mean, Hemmer makes a big point about how he refuses to be the one to actually do the killing because he is a pacifist. But he totally is the one who hoses it down with the space version of liquid nitrogen, and the fact that La’an hits it with a pipe afterward to shatter it is really a formality. If being flash-frozen solid has not been previously shown to be survivable by the temperature-sensitive lizard-monster-people, I am going to assume he dead. But then we get the telegraphed but still shocking twist: that faceful of lizard-spit Hemmer took a few scenes back which we’d already established was how they reproduce is how they reproduce, and Hemmer’s going to explode into more Gorn babies. So he jumps out the back of the ship and real-for-real dies. Which absolutely sucks for the people who like Hemmer. It’s a good scene. He locks everyone else out, so that they can’t stop him, but he lets La’an stay, because he knows she won’t. He explains that while he can’t sense the Gorn with his Aenar powers, he knows his own body, and thus knows he’s out of time. It’s kind of weird that here, in episode 9 of a ten episode season, we kill off a major character and write out two more, since La’an takes a leave of absence to bond with Newt and Uhura’s tour is over (Uhura at least will still be here next week, so I guess they haven’t gotten around to dropping her off yet). I hope they don’t replace him with Scotty. I like Scotty, but this show has plenty of legacy characters already, and this whole, “Everyone in TOS served with Pike and was super close and chummy with him, though no one but Spock will react to his horrific fate,” thing is clumsy.

I hope when Jim Kirk shows up next season, they make a point that he’s a total square and anyone who serves with him will have to tone it way down compared to the fun, freewheeling style everyone adopts with Pike. That would actually be consistent with the stiffer, more military attitude Kirk has in the early TOS episodes. Bonus points if they hint that it’s actually Spock who makes Kirk lighten up.

Also, given that we have already established that M’Benga is the sort of dude who will store his own kid in the transporter for a year while he tries to figure out how to cure her, there is a somewhat higher bar than usual to make me happily roll with everyone just accepting that someone else is doomed and might as well make a noble sacrifice since they definitely can’t be cured.

Another question: what’s up with the Peregrine? It’s apparently Sombra-class, but I took a bit of time trying to work out how it differed from the Constitution-class, and all I could come up with is that it has blue detailing instead of red. There’s a few shots where I thought maybe it was closer in design to the schematic we see of the Terran Empire-acquired of the Defiant, but when you get a better look at the ship at the end, I think it’s just that the nacelle pylons were bent in the crash. It might be smaller? I know it has a smaller crew, but whether it’s meant to be obviously smaller overall, I couldn’t tell. I get why you want a lot of variety in your ships now that the budget allows it, but was there any point in not just having this be another Constitution-class? You could even keep the different color scheme, since Lower Decks gave us that whole thing where ships can have detailing that is color-coded to their mission.

Next week, the exciting season finale. Will they break history? Are they doing the comic book plot where, having seen his future, Pike turns down promotion and stays on the Enterprise forever and gets to redo TOS plots with a fun Pike twist? They sure seem to want us to wonder that before inevitably having our hopes dashed!