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down a swath in the direction of the stage. He fired again and
again, exposing himself to the fire of the Klingons, but gaining
ground towards his target.
Kirk was nearly in range when a reporter from the 'Galactic
Press Association.' with multi-cam in hand, interposed himself between
Jim and his goal. Jim punched him dead in the face and continued.
Garth was now descending the steps of the platform, still
shouting Kirk's name and coming for him like a powerful, deadly
predator stalking his foe. He pointed his disrupter in Jim's
general direction and pulled a barbed knife from his arm sheath.
Jim was in range now. He straightened his arm towards the
image of the Klingon Emperor. Looking upon his enemy's face through
the sights on his phaser, he saw Garth swiftly react. The Emperor
grabbed the nearest being, a Tellarite, by the back of the neck,
pulling it to himself and blocking any clear shot Jim might have.
It made no difference to Kirk. The stun effect would take them
both down harmlessly. Then Garth pointed his disrupter at Jim.
Smiling in smug defiance, he began to strangle his prisoner.
"Not today, Garth," Jim shouted and began to depress his
weapon's trigger. Suddenly the weight of four men pushed him to
the floor with a crash, sending his phaser flying from his hand.
The Starfleet security team had been able to reach Kirk by the
same path that he made in the crowd to reach Garth. They pinned
Jim to the carpet, as he struggled against them.
The Emperor dropped his unconscious prisoner to the ground and
slowly walked over to where the men held the Captain. He beamed in
victory. He gloated with murder still in his eyes. Jim looked up
to meet his gaze and he grit his teeth against the sight of his foe.
"I win, my heir apparent," the Emperor spoke, but this time he
spoke with the voice of Garth of Izar, for Jim's benefit alone.
Lazily the Emperor pointed his weapon at the Captain, as if merely
to put a poor injured animal out of his misery. Before he could
pull the trigger, his Ramjep Avwi grabbed him by the shoulders and
pulled him backwards toward the beam-down location on the stage.
Garth allowed them to do so, walking backwards for a moment, just
smiling at the Captain as he moved away.
"Garth!" Jim shouted in rage, in desperation, and in complete
helplessness. He fought to rise from his captors, heaving upwards
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with all his strength. He received a fist to the jaw for his
efforts... and then he knew no more.
As darkness now engulfed the Captain, so a darkness of another
kind began to engulf the galaxy. And at it's center... a blackness
that masqueraded as light.
* * *
End of Chapter #19
To potential "Acting" Agents/Trek Fans:
You have now read enough to make a decision as to the quality
of my novel. I now ask you for your assistance in representing
both of our interests to the Star Trek Editor of Pocket Books.
If you choose to boldly try what none have tried before... Please
re-read the file called "README.TXT" and make sure you fully
understand what I am requesting you to do. Then print the file
called "ST-AGENT.TXT". Fill out both pages and send the first page
to the "Star Trek Editor" of Pocket Books and the second page to
myself.
I hope to be hearing from you soon and I apologize that I am not
able to let you know the ending of the story unless both Pocket
Books and Paramount Pictures gives the go-ahead on publishing it.
Thank you very much for reading this and considering representing
me to Pocket.
Your friend. Mike.
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