- Taschenbuch: 368 Seiten
- Verlag: Pocket Books/Star Trek; Auflage: Reissue (26. August 2014)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 1476757267
- ISBN-13: 978-1476757261
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Über den Autor und weitere Mitwirkende
Dayton Ward is the New York Times bestselling author of the science fiction novels The Last World War, Counterstrike: The Last World War—Book II, and The Genesis Protocol, and the Star Trek novels Legacies: Purgatory’s Key, Elusive Salvation, Armageddon’s Arrow, The Fall: Peaceable Kingdom, Seekers: Point of Divergence (with Kevin Dilmore), From History’s Shadow, That Which Divides, In the Name of Honor, Open Secrets, and Paths of Disharmony. He lives in Kansas City, Missouri, with his wife and daughters. Visit him on the web at DaytonWard.com.
Kevin Dilmore has teamed with author Dayton Ward for fifteen years on novels, shorter fiction, and other writings within and outside the Star Trek universe. His short stories have appeared in anthologies including Native Lands by Crazy 8 Press. By day, Kevin works as a senior writer for Hallmark Cards in Kansas City, Missouri. In 2014, a short film written by Kevin, “Outside of Town,” was selected for screening in the Short Film Corner of the Cannes Film Festival. A graduate of the University of Kansas, Kevin lives in Overland Park, Kansas.
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Star Trek: Seekers: Point of Divergence
Sitting in the high-backed command chair at the center of the Imperial Klingon Cruiser Voh’tahk’s bridge, the captain clasped his hands together before his chest, his fingers flexing as their nails pressed against skin, as though ready to draw blood of their own volition. His jaw clenched, he felt the rhythmic cadence of his teeth grinding against one another as he beheld the cursed green ball of water centered on the main viewscreen, all the while imagining the world consumed by fire.
“Report,” he snapped. “Where is the Federation cruiser, Mahzh?”
Standing at his tactical console, the Voh’tahk’s senior weapons officer turned to face the captain. “The Endeavour is maintaining standard orbit, currently on the opposite side of the planet from our present position. Their orbit will bring them over the Homghor’s crash site momentarily, and the location of their own downed vessel soon after that. Their weapons and shields are active, and their sensors are scanning both crash locations.”
It had been less than a rep since the I.K.S. Homghor, the bird-of-prey that had accompanied his own vessel to this star system, had plummeted to the surface of the world displayed on the main viewscreen, after falling victim to the weapons of a Federation scout ship, the U.S.S. Sagittarius. Driven by rage and a thirst for vengeance, Kang had brought the Voh’tahk’s own armaments to bear, crippling the smaller Starfleet vessel and driving it down through the planet’s atmosphere. The Homghor had crash-landed on the world’s largest landmass, while the Starfleet scout ship had come to rest on a smaller adjacent island. The U.S.S. Endeavour had arrived soon afterward, despite his demands for the Federation warship to give the planet a wide berth. Its captain had rebuked his admonition, choosing instead to offer her own warnings should hostilities ensue. This had served to stoke Kang’s temper, and it was requiring every iota of his will to maintain his composure.
“Helm, maintain our present orbit,” he ordered, before glancing once more to Mahzh. “And what of the Sagittarius?” He still was irritated that he had not been given the opportunity to destroy the bothersome ship before it fell from orbit.
The weapons officer replied, “It fared far better than the Homghor, Captain. Its crew was able to effect a partially controlled descent, though sensor readings indicate that the vessel is unable to regain flight.”
“Are you detecting any Homghor survivors?”
Mahzh nodded. “The only Klingon life sign I can find is Doctor Tormog, Captain. There also is some background interference that is clouding our sensor scans, but I’m detecting several other life-forms, and the readings are somewhat consistent with the Tomol biosigns forwarded to us by Tormog and the reconnaissance party.” He paused, and Kang saw him scowl. “There are some . . . variations, as well.”
“The transformation Tormog described?” Kang sensed movement to his right and looked up to see his wife, Mara, the Voh’tahk’s first officer, moving from her station toward him.
“It would seem that Captain Durak did not heed the doctor’s advice,” she said. “Tormog warned us not to transport any of the subjects to our ships. At least, not after the transformation had taken place.”
Kang grunted in reluctant agreement, his irritation further fueled by the knowledge that the petulant scientist, Tormog, was correct in his judgment regarding the hazardous nature of this planet’s inhabitants, the Tomol. Kang had been skeptical of the doctor’s claims and the reports he had submitted detailing his observations of these people, which initial accounts had concluded was a primitive society that would bow without resistance to Klingon conquest. Instead, Tormog had described the startling metamorphosis to which the Tomol’s bodies were subjected upon reaching maturity, and if they did not choose to end their own life as part of a bizarre, elaborate suicide ritual. It all had sounded more like the imaginative fabrication of a gifted storyteller or the deluded ravings of someone consumed by mental illness. Now, however, the evidence confronting Kang, in the form of the odd life readings on the surface and the deaths of Captain Durak and the crew of the Homghor, not only exonerated Tormog but also presented the captain with an unusual challenge.
It had been the doctor’s intention to capture and place into stasis one or more subjects who were not yet old enough to exhibit early symptoms of this inexplicable transmutation, and that seemed still to be a viable plan, but surely there was greater glory in capturing one of these ridiculous pujwI’ not in their natural state but rather after their changing into this far more powerful and dangerous life-form. That, to Kang, was a battle worth fighting. Perhaps Captain Durak had felt the same way, but even if that were true, it appeared that the Homghor’s commander and crew had tragically underestimated their adversary.
Kang had no intention of making that error.
“You’re still thinking of attacking them, aren’t you?” Mara asked, her voice low enough that only Kang could hear. Before he could offer even the first word of protest, her eyes narrowed and she leaned closer. “I see it in your face. You want to do it now, before reinforcements arrive.”
Scowling in disapproval, Kang glanced around the bridge to see if any of his crew might have overheard his wife’s blunt statements, but the other officers appeared focused on their duties. “Reinforcements do not concern me. I have considered an attack, but I know that now is not the time.” He paused, releasing a small sigh of exasperation. “Loath as I am to admit it, Earthers have a propensity for extracting answers to even the most imposing of questions. It’s possible they know more about these Tomol than even Doctor Tormog was able to learn. We must determine whether this is true, and that imperative outweighs any personal agenda I may hold.”
His desire to exact vengeance against the Sagittarius for the loss of the Homghor had been interrupted by the Endeavour’s untimely arrival. The Constitution-class cruiser and his own vessel were well matched to face off in battle, but Kang long ago had learned the harsh lesson that a ship is only as effective as its commander and the crew who followed him. While he had no doubts about his own abilities, he knew almost nothing about the Starfleet ship’s captain. Of course, Kang also was aware that the propaganda the empire liked to distribute about Earthers and their distaste for battle was as inaccurate as it was short-sighted. If humans had proved anything in the generations since the empire had become aware of their existence, it was their tenacity and guile. Kang’s own experience against human ship commanders had reinforced this belief, which was further supported upon the Endeavour’s arrival and its female Earther captain’s quick, unflinching warning that she would unleash her vessel’s weapons at the first sign of hostile action on his part. As he replayed the brief exchange in his mind, he found himself both angered and yet impressed by her brash declaration. In some ways, he realized, Captain Khatami seemed to embody many of the same qualities he admired in his own wife.
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