Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newshosting.com!nx02.iad01.newshosting.com!yellow.newsread.com!bad-news.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <1ef.303ecd29.2ee2949e@aol.com> From: Istannor@Aol.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: New: TOS : A Higher Duty: PG: 19/28 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 132 Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2004 05:55:14 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1102139714 209.198.142.218 (Sat, 04 Dec 2004 00:55:14 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2004 00:55:14 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85915 X-Received-Date: Fri, 03 Dec 2004 21:55:24 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: A Higher Duty Author: Istannor Contact: Istannor@aol.com Series: TOS Rating: PG13 for violence Part: 19/28 Codes:TOS Summary: This is set during the second 5 year voyage of the Starship Chapter 19 Spock sat in the command chair. The last 43.32 minutes had been more than torture. The reverberations of Jim's agony bounced off and around him like a hailstorm. He could feel the eyes of the crew as they watched him. He did not tell them what was happening to the Captain, but they all seemed to sense that something was supremely amiss. The screen lit up with the Cygni home world rapidly filling the screen. "Mr. Chekov, anything on scan." "Nothing sir, enlarging range of scan now. Still nothing. Wait.. Debris...sufficient in quantity, content... Mr. Spock, I think we have found the Araidne." "Any sign of lifeboats or pods?" "No sir, nothing." The crew silently absorbed the impact of that statement. Four hundred and sixty four lives, gone. "Assume orbit, Mr. Sulu. Maintain red alert. Lt. Uhura, notify the Federation embassy only, that we have arrived. Do it on narrow beam and encode it. I do not wish the Cygnians or the kidnappers to be able to tap the signal." A minute passed as Uhura sent the message and received the encoded response. She read the code as if it was written in Standard. "They send their welcome and wish to know our intentions, Mr. Spock." "Tell them our intentions are deadly. Advise them to pull all personnel back from the compound to the agreed upon clearance and have their embassy marines ready for action on our command." "They acknowledge, Mr. Spock and state they will comply, also they say ...Godspeed." "Mr. Spock, I am picking up a communicator signal from the surface." Uhura almost shouted. "Lock on to it, Lt. and open up a channel." "Hello, hello, Enterprise, we need help, please, if someone is listening, anybody, we need assistance. This is an emergency." "This is the Enterprise, Commander Spock, Acting Captain, here. To whom am I speaking." "Spirits bless, this is M'arenn Al S'Thor. Black bishop to King's knight four." Her speech was rushed and full of urgency. "I was with the Romulan delegation to the conference. Please, you have to come now, they are killing him, they are killing your Captain." Spock sat bolt upright in the seat. "Why are you not in the compound?" "He rescued us from the compound when they first attacked, and brought us into the hills. They caught him when he went to save my son. What is wrong with you? Why are you waiting? Didn't you hear what I said? They are killing him." She was screaming into the communicator now. "They are torturing him. We could hear him screaming. You have to help him." "Please calm yourself, madam. Where is the Captain now?" "Down from where I am, directly south-southwest. I don't know how far it is, but it takes about twenty minutes to walk that far from here. My sister and my adjutant went after him. Please, Mr. Spock do something, quickly." "Mr. Chekov, scan in that area." Moments passed, an eternity passed. "Mr. Spock, I can't break through the planetary interference and scan for those types of energy." "Can you locate patterns of disrupter fire, Mr. Chekov?" "No, it causes the same problem." "Mr. Spock?" "Yes, Uhura?" Her fingers were flying acorss her board. "I am going to reprogram the communications counsel to look for the signal from the universal tranlator we gave him, and if I add the sounds pattern distortiions casued by blasters on radio waves I might be able to...,"she went silent. "I've got him! I have blaster fire and my signal triangulated.I am transmitting the coordinates now." "Excellent. Send them to the transporter room. Beam that woman and whoever is with her up to the ship. Mr. Scott, you have the con. Drop the shields only long enough for us to beam down. We still have another ship out here that is unaccounted for." "Aye sir," Scotty moved to take the chair, "bring him home, Mr. Spock." Spock left moving with the Vulcan speed that he rarely used. But the need was never this great before. The security squad was waiting in the transporter room when he and Chekov arrived. They beamed down wordlessly, prepared for the worst. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: