by Peter David
"Any word yet from the captain?" asked Anik.
"No. But he's not overdue … yet," said Rand.
There followed another awkward silence. Finding it intolerable, Anik turned to Janice Rand, whose calm demeanor went a long way toward hiding her inner turmoil. "Commander Rand," she said slowly, "if you don't mind my asking … what was it like?"
Janice looked at her with a polite air of confusion. "It? What it?"
"Serving with Captain Sulu back when he was at helm. What was he like?"
"Oh … much like he is now. He had his hobbies. A plant named Beauregard that was his pride and joy. And his fencing. Once he became ill and went nuts, chasing people all over the place with a sword. It was … odd."
"And Captain Kirk? You were his yeoman. What was it like serving with him … with all of them."
Rand sat back slightly, and she smiled. "It was … a remarkable time. It was …" She blushed. "This will sound awful."
"Go on, Commander," Docksey prompted from helm. The crew was sharp and alert, but on the other hand there was nothing like calm chatter to keep everyone on even keel.
"We were … we were the best ship in the fleet. And the best crew. And we knew it somehow. Starfleet knew it, too, probably because we were able to prove ourselves time and time again." She smiled, remembering what it was like. Remembering the joy and excitement of exploration.
She rose from her station and went to Anik, crouching down with one arm resting on the command chair while adopting a masculine swagger. Anik grinned as Janice dropped her voice a couple of octaves and intoned in mockserious fashion, sounding vaguely like a Starfleet admiral, "There's a problem that needs solving? A major threat to security? Only one man for the job, ladies and gentlemen: James Kirk. Only one ship to handle the situation: the Enterprise. Who do you want to have standing between you and a planet killer? It's the Enterprise. What, the Klingons are stirring up trouble and we need a starship to go in and show them what's what? It's the Enterprise. What's that you say? A giant amoeba is heading your way and a starship is needed to face insurmountable odds? It's the Enterprise."
And suddenly from the science station, Lieutenant Tom Chafin—a muscular, handsome Terran with thick brown hair—reported, "Commander Anik, a ship appears to be dropping out of warp. . . ."
"Confirmed," Lojur now put in. "Vessel bearing two-five-three mark four. It appears to be …"
Space warped ahead of them and a massive vessel slid into normal space ten thousand kilometers to starboard.
"One of ours. Federation starship, Excelsior class," continued Lojur.
"Which one?" said Anik.
And Janice Rand, back at her station, looked up from her communications board as an incoming hail identified them.
"It's the Enterprise," she said tonelessly.
Chapter Twenty-seven
THE WORLD WAS BLACKNESS, and then a low mocking voice said, "So … it's been quite a while, hasn't it, L.C.?"
Sulu reached out, feeling the cool smoothness of the floor beneath him. Slowly he opened his eyes, then squinted against the intensity of the light. Around him he could hear a soft humming and burbling, as if he were surrounded by large vats of liquid.
He lifted his head up and looked around. He was surrounded by large vats of liquid.
Every so often, things were what they seemed. The vats lined the room, and there seemed to be hundreds of them. In either direction, they seemed to stretch unto infinity, like a tunnel. Sulu had no clue as to how large the place might be. At the far end he thought he spied some additional machinery, like a massive engine or power source of some kind, but he was too far away to make it out clearly.
The room itself had silver walls that curved upward into a cathedral ceiling, which seemed almost a mile high at its peak. In a way, the room had a feeling of a holy place, which struck Sulu as being slightly ironic.
Then he saw a pair of boots standing a few feet away. He craned his head and followed the track of the legs, up to the face. He knew, however, what he would see.
"Taine," he said.
His hair was longer, and he had a thick mustache tinged with gray. He'd gotten slightly jowly, but he still looked hard and lean, and the years had not diminished the cold fury in his eyes when he stared at Sulu. He was dressed in green, his pants flared at the cuffs, his shirt hanging loosely.
"You remember my name. I'm flattered."
"Don't be. I once had Vegan maringitis for a week and had to be hospitalized. I remember that name, too." He paused. "Are your flunkies still with you?"
"My associates, you mean? Rogers and Thor, yes. Ours has been a fruitful, if occasionally bumpy, partnership."
"And I was one of the bumps."
"Ohhh," said Taine softly, "you were a very large bump, yes, L.C. Oh, but it's not Lieutenant Commander anymore, is it. It's Captain, isn't it. Captain Sulu. Very, very impressive."
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "And why did you do it?"
"Do what?" asked Taine, all innocence.
And Sulu felt his control slipping away. "Demora," he said in a harsh whisper. "Why did you … did you destroy her? What kind of creature are you that you would do that to … to …"
His hands convulsed in fury, and then he could hold himself back no longer. He lunged at Taine, hands outstretched.
He didn't get far. To be precise, he got all of a foot before a heavy hand clamped on the back of his jacket and lifted him clear of the floor. He had just enough time to think Thor before he was hurled across the room, crashing into one of the vats.
"Are you all right, Captain?" Taine asked with mock concern.
Rocky, Sulu tried to pull himself to his feet. He felt blood trickling down the side of his face, but he didn't wipe it away. He didn't want to acknowledge the dull ache he felt. "What are you doing here … and why did you kill her?"
Taine, leaning against one of the vats, laughed coarsely. "Her? Oh! You mean Demora! We didn't kill her, Captain."
"I know, Harriman did. But you changed her. You made her over into some … some beast. You were responsible!"
Thor, his massive arms hanging at his sides, stepped next to Taine. Taine was shaking his head. "You're not listening to me, Captain. No, not listening at all." He inclined his head slightly to Thor. Thor, apparently understanding Taine's desire, reached an arm into the vat that Taine was leaning against. He seemed to be fishing around for something, and then found it. He pulled it up and out. . . .
Her eyes were closed, her face almost unrecognizable since it was covered with the thick liquid that coagulated in the vat. Her hair, which Thor was gripping in his meaty hands, was thick with it as well.
She wasn't breathing.
Then, all of a sudden her lungs seemed to contract and she vomited up thick white liquid. It splashed out onto the floor, some of it getting on Taine's boots. He stepped back distastefully.
"Could this be who you're looking for?" asked Taine, chucking a thumb at her.
Sulu stared in disbelief, unable to speak. And then, finally, he managed to push out a word:
"Demora," he whispered.
She vomited once more, fingers clutching the edge of the vat spasmodically. Her eyes were caked shut with the liquid from the vat.
And then, the years falling away, sounding like a child of six, she said, "Daddy … I don't feel so good. . . ."
"Incoming hail from the Enterprise," said Rand tonelessly.
Anik of Matern didn't seem particularly inclined to jump to it immediately. She'd had a feeling that this moment was inevitable and, now that it had arrived, she was oddly calm. "Scan them, Mr. Chafin," she said.
"Scanning," said Chafin. After a moment, he announced, "They're on yellow alert. Their defensive systems are charged."
"They're hailing again," Rand told her. "They sound impatient."
Anik pursed her lips and stared at the screen a moment more. "All right. Put them on," she said.
The bridge of the Enterprise appeared on the screen. C
aptain John Harriman was there, standing, his arms draped behind his back. Anik immediately noticed someone else there as well, someone who didn't appear to belong with the rest of the bridge crew. It was an older man, an admiral. Then she recognized him: Admiral "Blackjack" Harriman. The captain's father.
Ohhh, this is not good, thought Anik.
"Excelsior, this is Captain Harriman of the Enterprise. I would have appreciated a faster response," said Harriman.
"Our apologies," Anik said evenly. "This is Commander Anik. May we be of assistance."
"Yes, you may. You can start by allowing me to speak with Captain Sulu."
"I regret that he's indisposed."
"Indisposed? How?"
"A flare-up of an old condition," deadpanned Anik. "He's …" She hesitated, looking briefly at Rand. Janice shrugged. Anik turned back to Harriman and said, "He's chasing people around with a sword. We hope to alleviate the situation shortly."
Harriman was silent for a moment. "Commander, I'm not interested in playing games," he said. "If you do not bring Captain Sulu to speak to me, I will go on the assumption that he on the planet's surface. Would that be a safe assumption, Commander?"
Anik said nothing.
"Commander …" Harriman said warningly.
"Captain Sulu … is not available."
Harriman sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "All right, Commander … have it your way. The captain is not available. That being the case, I must warn you that I have been empowered by Starfleet to order you to leave this vicinity immediately."
"I … regret that I cannot comply at this time," said Anik.
"Why not?"
"Orders."
"Whose?"
"Captain Sulu's."
"Really," said Harriman, unimpressed. "Then I wish to speak to him, now."
"Captain Sulu is not available," Anik told them.
Harriman started to make a response, but abruptly Admiral Harriman stepped forward into the foreground. "Commander … this is Admiral Harriman."
"Good day, Admiral," she said evenly.
Janice Rand watched Anik with growing admiration. The Maternian looked fragile owing to her nearly transparent skin, but there was absolutely no denying her iron force of will. She was not one to be easily intimidated.
"I'm not interested in playing word games, Commander," he said brusquely. "It's important that you understand the dynamics here. I will tell you what's going on, and you can deny it if you wish, but I'll appreciate wasting no more of anyone's time. Captain Sulu has violated Starfleet orders and quarantine regs by bringing your ship to Askalon Five and then going to the surface himself. His behavior will not be tolerated. You're acting in good conscience as his subordinate, and that's fine. But now I am giving you a direct order as a Starfleet admiral: Return Captain Sulu to the Excelsior and then proceed to Starbase Nine, where Captain Sulu will be placed under arrest. Do you understand?"
Anik drew herself up straighter. "I do not know if that will be possible, sir."
"I suggest you make it possible, Commander. Because if you defy me, that will be on your own head. You have five minutes to retrieve him. Enterprise out."
The screen blinked out, but the Enterprise hung there in space, looking for all the world like it meant business.
"Commander Rand," Anik said softly, "raise Captain Sulu. At the very least, he should be apprised of the situation."
Rand nodded and immediately sent a signal to Sulu's wrist communicator …
… which was, at that moment, being ground underneath a large heel of an even larger foot.
On the surface of Askalon V, the shuttlecraft Galileo sat unmoving and, apparently, ineffectual.
Inside, the computer kept careful track of the passage of time.
Thor stepped back from the communicator, examining the busted equipment with pride.
Rogers, who had just entered the room, nodded approvingly. He had a very sizable phaser rifle strapped to his back, and it looked very impressive.
"We have an arsenal down here as well," Taine informed Sulu. "Some charming toys."
Sulu wasn't listening. He was crouched on the floor, clutching the gasping body of Demora to him. Nude, she had been trembling with cold, and Sulu had removed his jacket and wrapped it around her. Her teeth were chattering so violently she couldn't even say another word.
There was so much he wanted to say to her … so much he couldn't believe. He thought she'd been dead. He'd been at her funeral, for God's sake, her body reduced to ashes. He'd come to Askalon V seeking some sort of cosmic truth and understanding, and instead he'd gotten an insane riddle. She was alive, shaking in his arms, and he was so overwrought with emotion that he had no idea how to begin to handle it. He settled for patting her hair, feeling all the time as if he were treating her like a puppy. He couldn't let the depth of his feelings be displayed in these circumstances; not until he and Demora were safely out of it.
Rogers looked less than happy with the situation, and he gave Taine a sufficiently angry glance that Sulu could discern his mind-set immediately. "This whole thing is getting worse and worse," he muttered to Taine.
"You worry too much," Taine replied. "Their instruments won't be able to detect life readings, and his communicator is dead. If they send more people to look for him, they won't find him. And that will be the end of the illustrious career of Captain Sulu."
"You're insane," said Sulu.
Taine smiled slightly. "No. I'm in charge. So … do you remember years ago, Captain, when you expected me to explain to you the details behind my 'schemes.' Do you?"
"Yes."
"And I didn't, did I. However … time has passed. I've mellowed somewhat. Surviving the near-fatal crash of a shuttlecraft years ago tends to do that to you … tends to change your outlook."
"You don't have to tell me. I know what's going on." He tried to steady Demora's trembling.
"Really?" said Taine in surprise. "Now, that would be a switch. The hero giving the villain the secret behind the plot. Those are our respective positions, are they not? You the valiant hero, I the hissable villain. Tell me, O hero … what's going on."
"This … all this," Sulu said, gesturing to the vats and the vast room, "is similar to the mechanisms on an amusement-park planet where I took shore leave twenty-odd years ago. They create cellular castings of people or objects, with built-in mechanisms capable of reading the thoughts of the subjects and developing them to order."
"Close," said Taine. "Not quite, however. You have heard, I presume, of cloning?"
"Of course. Growing a genetic copy from a cell." He thought of Dr. McCoy's recent health problems. "Mostly it's used to supply new organs; organ banks with vital organs cloned from the originals keep them available for recipients."
"Not ambitious enough. Nowhere near ambitious enough. All this," Taine said, gesturing around, "was created, we believe, by an offshoot race from the same one who created that 'amusement park' planet you speak so fondly of. But they were a warlike, conquest-minded race. They were not interested in using their technology to develop harmless, cellular cast synthetic creatures. They wanted genuine, living, breathing beings. They wanted clones that they could develop into an army. An army of workers. An army of soldiers. Whatever they were needed for, they could do.
"The drawback with cloning has always been the length of time involved. If you want a twenty-year-old, you have to take twenty years to grow one. It doesn't spring up overnight, at least not in all modern science.
"But here … oh, but here … it does. As instantly as whatever you encountered on the amusement-park planet did."
Sulu cast his mind back, remembering how the samurai, for instance, had leaped into full-blown existence literally seconds after Sulu's thoughts had drifted that way.
"Sturdier, more dynamic … in every way, superior to the simple castings of the artificial beings. As near as we can determine, the practice of unrestrained cloning led to a great war on this
world. By the time it was done, the city was in ruins, and only the clones survived … to die off after a time, or kill each other off.
"Because the clones were not perfect, you see. They had no restraint. They were uncivilized. They were ideal if you wanted an attack by a pack of mad dogs. Anything of greater restraint or finesse than that … and there were problems. I suspect that was their downfall Oh, this is all speculation, you understand." He made a dismissive gesture. "But speculation based on our research. Research made in other worlds, at other sites. Hints, references, all manner of indications as to where this world might be. When Ling Sui …"
"You mean Susan," corrected Sulu. For some reason the correction made him feel a little smug.
But Taine looked at him archly. "Ling Sui. Susan Ling.
Any of the other half-dozen names she used. I doubt she even remembered what her real name was anymore by the time she died." He leaned forward, looking at Sulu contemplatively. "You really know so very, very little. Don't you get it yet? Ling Sui and I were partners. Explorers. We went from world to world, working various digs, taking what we could find and selling it to the highest bidder. And in one world we found key information about the cloning technology hidden on another world.
"But Ling Sui decided to get greedy, to try and cut me out. She thought she would sell the information to the highest bidder all on her own. But I caught up with her … caught up with her in the city of Demora. You interfered and delayed things, but I eventually caught up with her. Oh yes, I did, before she could sell it."
And from around his neck he removed a locket. Sulu recognized it instantly: It was the locket that Ling Sui had been wearing. It glittered green at him, as green as her eyes had been.
"We … renewed our partnership shortly thereafter, for the brief time it took for me to retrieve what she had stolen from me. Ultimately, there were no hard feelings, even though we went our separate ways after that … she to continue exploring and turning up new things to sell. And myself on the quest that eventually led me here, a year ago. It took that long, Captain. It's rare that you see that sort of dedication. We've spent a year exploring everything that was down here, discoveries that would amaze you. Getting the equipment up and running. Producing experiments in cloning, using our own genetic material as the sample. Some experiments have been more successful than others, I'll grant you, and we had many early failures. But we've been learning. At this point we can grow a clone to full growth in just under two minutes. Unfortunately they're difficult—impossible—to control. Furthermore, their cellular makeup tends to decay after about ten Earth days and they decompose. Not good for the long term. But we're getting there."
