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  • Taschenbuch: 304 Seiten
  • Verlag: Pocket Books/Star Trek (30. April 2013)
  • Sprache: Englisch
  • ISBN-10: 1476702829
  • ISBN-13: 978-1476702827
  • Größe und/oder Gewicht: 10,5 x 2,3 x 17,1 cm
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Star Trek: The Original Series: The Folded World


They emerged again on the third afternoon, when the scouts told them the giant had gone. Climbing the stairs, Aleshia peered into the frothy murk of low clouds. Giant’s clouds. They would dissipate in a few hours, a day at the most.

Gillayne cleared the shelter’s doorway ahead of her. She dropped to her knees on bare earth and a ragged cry tore from her throat. Aleshia stepped around her (Gillayne’s narrow back, all hard wedges of shoulder blade and curled knuckles of spine, hitching with her liquid sobs) and saw what had elicited such an agonized wail.

The giant had walked right through town.

In his horrible, huge footprints lay the ruins of buildings—homes, barns, the children’s school, all of it destroyed, flattened. Beams and timbers scattered and splintered, kindling for winter’s fires, perhaps, but nothing more. Bricks and stones had been torn asunder and strewn about.

Aleshia’s father cuffed the back of her head. “You’re blocking the way, girl!” Startled, she took three stumbling steps and turned toward him. He glared at her, his thick lips curled in his usual disapproving sneer. Times like this, Aleshia was glad her mother was dead, so the woman who had brought her into this harsh life couldn’t see what her husband had become. “There’s no doubt cleaning to be done at home,” he said. “I’ll be around later.”

This could only mean that he would go to Knott’s tavern before coming home, drunk and even angrier. It still stood; somehow, giants never seemed to destroy Knott’s. Simply strolling past it made Aleshia uneasy. She always felt that the people inside were eyeing her with malicious intent. It was even worse when her own father was among them, except that at least then she could count on being alone at home for a while. Those moments were the only times she felt truly comfortable there.

Always, though, he returned. Banging doors, upending furniture, shouting, threatening, and worse. Aleshia accepted her lot. What else was a girl to do? He beat her only rarely, and had never seriously injured her. She knew other girls in town who could not say the same.

She also knew some who were not beaten at all. Or so they claimed. She never altogether believed them.

The path home took her past one of the giant’s footprints. Aleshia heard moans and cries as she neared it, and she hiked up her tattered skirts and ran to the side.

The sight made tears flood her eyes. The giant’s massive foot had collapsed one of the shelters. The earth was caved in, and most of the people hunkering inside were dead or injured. One man raised a scrawny arm toward Aleshia, beseeching her, but his legs were crushed, bone showing, blood soaking the dirt around him. There was nothing she could do by herself, so she turned away from his plaintive cries, seeking help.

Yignay, one of the village elders, walked toward her with his usual awkward gait; a childhood disease had left his spine twisted and his legs weak. She beckoned furiously, but he could not increase his pace. Finally, he came to a halt at the pit’s edge.

“Do something!” Aleshia pleaded.

“Do what? We’re all better off, anyhow. Fewer mouths there are to feed, fewer of us’ll starve this winter.”

“Yignay, you can’t just—”

“I can’t what? Ignore them? Watch me.” He spat into the dirt and hurried away, as if those weren’t his own townsfolk, his neighbors, suffering in that pit.

Aleshia looked down again. The people below called to her, begging. But she was just a barefoot girl, with no influence in the village and not enough strength to haul the injured from the pit. The stairs had collapsed, so ladders would have to be lowered. If she couldn’t even get Yignay to help, she didn’t know what she could do.

And her father expected her to have the house cleaned up when he got home. If this was like the other times, it would be a mess. Furniture might be broken, and even if not, things would have tumbled from shelves and fallen from hooks. She tasted smoke on the air; people had run for the shelters so fast that they hadn’t put out their fires, and now houses were burning. Hers was stone, small and sturdy and unlikely to burn. Still, she needed to be home before someone broke in, to steal whatever had not been lost to the giant’s carelessness.

Aleshia ran again, this time not toward the pit but away from it. She told each person she encountered about the carnage, trying to send someone back who could offer aid to the wounded. In the time before she was born, her father had told her, people had cared about the troubles of others. That had changed, he said, as growing cities in the east had demanded ever more of the crops and livestock produced by the villagers. Feeding the cities had left the countryside hungry, and the hungrier they became, the less compassion they showed. Aleshia had been born hungry and had known no other life. She thought that people ought to be better than they were. In truth, however, little in her experience bore that out.

Several minutes later she had climbed the rocky slope to her house, gone inside, and barred the door. Beads of sweat ran down her cheeks, and her eyes stung from the smoke outside. The house yet stood, but it would need some work, as her father had guessed, and one window had cracked from the giant’s passing. Father would replace that, or not, as he chose. If she caught him in a good mood, tomorrow or next week, she might suggest it.

Until then, she would hope to keep away from him, to escape his notice as much as she could. This was Aleshia’s fate. Not a happy one, but she labored under no illusion that life was meant to be happy. She was hungry but not starving, and as healthy as anyone could expect. She had walls to keep out the cold and a roof to block the rain. She had a father to protect her against threats from other folk, though she sometimes wondered if those threats could prove more hurtful than his own attacks.

Happiness? That was for dreams, nothing more. Even then, she knew it was illusion. When she was happy in a dream, she wept upon waking, because she knew that it was imaginary and fleeting. It would never last. Was this really all there was in life, all she had to look forward to? Growing old amid hunger and heartache, living in fear of tomorrow and the day after that? Somewhere, she had to believe, things were better. Not here, not for her . . . but perhaps there was a way to find such a place, if it existed.

Those were foolish thoughts, however, that had nothing to do with her life or her future. She was locked in place, and she would stay there until she died, until a giant strolled through town and crushed her under his heel. And that, she thought, might be more merciful than more years of labor for her father and then for some other man, a husband. Knowing the road ahead, Aleshia sat on the stone floor, amid broken crockery and shattered glass, buried her face in her skirts, and cried.

And when she was finished crying, she got to work.

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Diplomatische Missionen sind nie so ganz James T. Kirks liebste Beschäftigung gewesen und eine Gruppe Diplomaten zum Planeten Ixtolde zu bringen, de rum Aufnahme in die Föderation ersucht hat ist nicht unbedingt die Art von Beschäftigung, die er sich ausgesucht hätte. Besonders, da die Ixtoldischen Diplomaten eine überaus indirekte Art haben, Probleme anzugehen, die ihm so gar nicht behagen will.

Als die ENTERPRISE den Notruf eines anderen Constellation-Klasse-Schiffs namens U.S.S. McRAVEN auffängt, ändert Kirk pflichtschuldigst den Kurs um sich das Problem anzusehen. Anscheinend befand sich dieses Schiff auf einem parallelen Kurs zur ENTERPRISE ohne, dass er davon Kenntnis erhalten hatte – ein klarer Hinweis auf eine eher geheime Mission.

Die McRAVEN findet sich in einem seltsamen Konglomerat von anderen Schiffen unterschiedlichen Alters, die eng zusammen hängen in einer Art Dimensionsfalte, in der die üblichen Gesetze der Physik und Kosmologie nicht gelten. Nur mit Mühe gelingt es der ENTERPRISE nicht selbst von diesem Phänomen eingefangen zu werden. Während die Besatzung der ENTERPRISE überlegt, wie ihren Kameraden auf dem anderen Schiff zu helfen ist, setzen die Ixtoldischen Diplomaten den Captain unter Druck, den Zeitplan ihrer Mission auf jeden Fall einzuhalten – und dazu zur Not die McRAVEN ihrem Schicksal zu überlassen.
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Eine Welt möchte der Föderation beitreten, auf dem Weg dorthin wird plötzlich ein riesiges Schiff in einer Weltraumspalte entdeckt und Kirk & Co machen sich auf den Weg auf das Schiff, während die Vertreter des beitretenden Volkes Druck ausüben und das gefundene Schiff so schnell wie möglich hinter sich lassen möchten. Das Außenteam macht auf dem Schiff die Erfahrung, dass sich die Umgebung jederzeit ändern kann und offenbar aus dem Unterbewusstsein der Anwesenden gebildet wird. Da jeder dunkle Erinnerungen mit sich herum trägt, wird es bald ziemlich brenzlig, alle trennen sich auf, finden nicht mehr zusammen und irren durch das Schiff, dessen Geheimnis natürlich am Ende gelöst wird.

1/3 des Buches habe ich überblättert. Diese aktionsgetriebenen Schnitzeljagden haben mich schon bei Perry Rhodan genervt, bei Star Trek möchte ich das eigentlich nicht lesen müssen. Die Story hätte Material für einen Kurzroman geboten, ausgedehnt auf dieser Länge ist sie nur ermüdend und wiederholt die gleichen Geschehnisse immer und immer wieder. Interessante Charaktere werden nicht sehr tief beschrieben und verlassen das Schiff oder sterben, sodass dies ein leider überflüssiges Buch ist: Langatmige Handlung, kaum Spannung, flache Charaktere, keine weiteren Auswirkungen.

Einziger Lichtblick auf wenigen Seiten: Da alle sonstigen Führungsoffiziere auf der Außenmission sind muss Scotty den Captain mimen, was angesichts seiner wenig ausgeprägten diplomatischen Fähigkeiten für einige amüsante Dialoge sorgt.
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I have to admit, I only got 3/4's of the way through this tedious novel. The whole story line was just plain dull. The effect that the spatial anomaly had was stupid. The characterizations of the original characters didn't ring true and the introduced characters were not likable. While I love Star Trek and get every book, lately there have been a lot of turds being released. If you are on a limited budget and don't collect the books like I do, skip this one.
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Sorry, but with dialogue like Kirk's "Dammit, we're Starfleet!" and Uhura saying "Roger", I had a hard time slogging through this. As a devoted (but not obsessive) fan of the series, movies, and books, I've read plenty of stories that combined a fascinating plot and a keen grasp of characters. The plot was somewhat interesting (but not resolved clearly) but this would have been a better novel had it been set somewhere other than the Trek universe.
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Story and characters are shallow. Don't get me wrong, this is ok book. But it needs more. It's feels like writer is afraid to go deeper. There is right words and right movements like it would be in tv-series. So when I did read this I really didn't see eny other than plain words on paper. When you write a book, you have to be more through, describe more. In star trek books you have this power to do things that you can't do on tv, so writer has to be bold.
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