- Taschenbuch: 352 Seiten
- Verlag: Pocket Books/Star Trek (28. Oktober 2014)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 1476753083
- ISBN-13: 978-1476753089
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 10,5 x 2,5 x 17,1 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 1 Kundenrezension
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 116.458 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
Star Trek: Section 31: Disavowed (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 28. Oktober 2014
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David Mack is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty-five novels, including the Star Trek Destiny and Cold Equations trilogies. He co-developed the acclaimed Star Trek Vanguard series and its sequel, Star Trek: Seekers. His writing credits span several media, including television (for episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), film, short fiction, magazines, comic books, computer games, and live theater. He currently resides in New York City.
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Star Trek: Section 31: Disavowed
All that stood between Thot Tran and salvation was unrequited love and the edge of the universe.
In recent years his scientific career had been marred by one failure after another. Despite grievous setbacks, he had retained his position as the director of the Special Research Division, one of the loftiest posts in the Breen Confederacy, but one more failure would be the end of him. Domo Pran, the leader of the Confederacy, had made that grim fact abundantly clear. Now Tran’s entire career hinged upon proving a mad hypothesis before Pran’s patience expired.
To make matters worse, his only hope of success lay in the eccentric genius of his Tzenkethi collaborator, Choska Ves Fel-AA. The humanoid outworlder was strangely beautiful to Tran’s eyes. Lithe and silver skinned, Choska was blessed with coppery tresses that fell past her elegant shoulders, and the irises of her ovoid eyes glittered like gold. Upon first meeting her, Tran had shaken her delicate hand—and even through his uniform’s insulated glove his flesh had prickled from an electric tingle. Though he’d been warned ahead of time that Tzenkethi could impart such an effect upon contact, he had been unprepared for the thrill it had given him. Every detail of Choska’s being was rapturous. Her voice was melodic, like the ringing of chimes incapable of striking a false note. Her movements were grace incarnate. Even her most outlandish ideas and outrageous theories possessed a strange elegance.
Tran’s life and career both hung by a slender thread, and all he could think about was the fact that, against all reason, he had fallen in love with an alien who would never love him back.
Not that he hadn’t set limits. When Choska had suggested they convert their shared laboratory space aboard Ikkuna Station into a gravity envelope enclosure, so that all its surfaces—the walls and ceiling, as well as the deck—could be utilized as operational space, Tran had invoked his privilege as project’s director to keep their lab securely on the floor. After all, Ikkuna Station had been built by, and was run by, the Breen, just inside Confederate space, and converting the bulkheads and overheads to serve the same functions as the deck would have been quite tedious and time-consuming. Which had made it all the more shameful, in his opinion, that for a moment he actually had considered granting her request before he’d vetoed it.
Since then, her already inscrutable façade had become impenetrable, hardened against his searching gaze by what he could only presume was resentment. The only discourse that passed between them now was the cold, dry jargon of the laboratory.
Choska spoke without shifting her eyes from the master console in front of her. “The generator is at full power. Membrane penetration anticipated in twenty seconds.”
“Noted. Increase power to the threshold stabilizer on my mark.”
The beguiling Tzenkethi physicist adjusted the settings. “Ready.”
Their shared project was plagued by so many variables, so many unknown factors, that Tran had no idea if his proposal would work when translated from theory to practical application. All he could do was hope that the unrealized potential he had seen in the Tzenkethi’s designs for an artificial wormhole generator had not been misguided—or, worse, a delusion.
The latter scenario was all too real a possibility for him to ignore. He had been the chief architect of the Confederacy’s recent failed plan to salvage from Federation space a wormhole-propulsion starship that hailed from an alternate universe. That botched mission had squandered billions of sakto, not to mention many lives and several years of research and development. The operation had imploded just shy of success, making its collapse a bitter pill for Tran to swallow. He had been certain the new domo, Pran, would have him killed as an example to others.
Instead, Pran had allowed Tran to retain his post as the director of the Special Research Division, and he had even authorized a substantial budget for Tran’s project to seek out a passage to the alternate universe. Tran had proposed the project to Pran as a means of salvaging some value from their lost investment in the recovery of the wormhole ship, which he was certain had originated in a close parallel dimension, a nearby quantum reality much like the one they inhabited. Although there were decades of theoretical research supporting parallel universes, many Breen scientists continued to scoff at the notion such realms could possibly exist in anything resembling stable configurations.
Tran was gambling his last measure of credibility on proving them wrong.
To do it, he needed the artificial wormhole generator developed by the Tzenkethi. It had not lived up to their expectations when it was first deployed a few years earlier. It had depended upon the existing subspatial geometry of the Bajoran wormhole to give it shape, and it had proved disastrously vulnerable to sabotage and attack. Regardless, it had constituted a major scientific breakthrough—one that Tran now intended to exploit to its fullest advantage.
He switched the master console’s main display to an exterior view focused on the generator’s projection zone. “Initiate phase shift. Start at point zero three and increase slowly.”
“Starting.” Choska entered more commands on the console. She stopped when an alert flashed beneath her fingertips. “We’re picking up severe gravimetric distortion.”
“That’s expected. Keep increasing the phase shift. I’ll stabilize the threshold.” On the viewscreen, a broad swath of space trembled. Subsonic vibrations traveled through the deck beneath Tran’s booted feet. Steady tremors from Ikkuna Station’s antimatter generator shook his bones, a tangible manifestation of excitement. “We’re almost there. Get ready to launch the recon ship.”
Choska remained all business. “Recon One at standby.”
Then it happened. All of Tran’s predictions came true.
Space-time ripped itself apart outside Ikkuna Station, and a rift in the invisible barrier between quantum realities was revealed. It was a wound in the skin of the universe. Brutishly cut, its edges glowed with energies beyond measure or definition. The ragged, irregular aperture dilated, revealing another cosmos: one populated by the same stars, all at once entirely familiar and yet undeniably foreign.
The Breen scientist gathered data from his sensor panel. “The quantum signature matches the ship we found on Tirana Three. That’s definitely its universe of origin. Launch the recon ship.”
“It’s away. Crossing the threshold now.”
Tran knew his teary-eyed, hopeful gaze was safe behind his snout-shaped mask—the ubiquitous identity-erasing uniform of Breen society. And if his voice should quaver with emotion, he could trust his mask’s vocoder to strip it bare and garble it into meaningless machine-speak. How can I ever reveal myself to Choska while I remain a prisoner in my own flesh? How can I show her that I’m more than just a cog in the Confederacy’s machine when I can’t even tell her my real name?
His maudlin reflections were banished as the rift contracted without warning, shredding the reconnaissance vessel into a cloud of sparking debris. He activated a review of the sensor logs even as he vented his frustration at Choska. “What happened?”
“As I warned, the passage...
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In case you are not familiar with any of the Star Trek canon dedicated to the mirror universe, once the "evil Spock" (you know, the Spock with the goatee) gets returned to his universe, he manages to work his way up to emperor. Forever changed by his encounter with the "good Kirk," he realizes that the Terran Empire was unsustainable and would soon be conquered by its enemies. In a move heavily inspired by Asimov's Foundation, he secretly builds mankind's future in a hidden place called Memory Omega, ensuring that the people and resources that were spirited away would be able to build a better, stronger, fairer government within a century. The Terran Empire was attacked and destroyed by a Klingon/Cardassian alliance. A century later, led by a freed slave named Picard, the resistance overthrew the alliance with the aid of astounding technology provided by Memory Omega, led by Saavik. They established a Commonwealth of worlds.
This book begins with Bashir and Sarina Douglas. Bashir is a hero on Andor for helping them overcome their genetic crisis, but he has been kicked out of Starfleet and is basically living in seclusion. They are attempting to infiltrate the shadowy Section 31 on behalf of Starfleet Intelligence, something Section 31 is quite aware of, and when it is learned that the Breen are planning to jump into the mirror universe to steal one of the wormhole drive ships, Section 31 enlists their help.
Meanwhile, in the mirror universe, the Dominion has come across the wormhole from the Gamma Quadrant and is looking to establish relations with the Commonwealth. There is a lot of political whateverness between the founder, Weyoun, Picard, Saavik, etc. The Breen are detected entering their universe, and ships are sent to investigate. The Section 31 people attack the Breen in our universe in a stolen Breen ship and follow across to the mirror universe. The Breen manage to take over a "jaunt" ship, the ShiKahr, but the Enterprise stop them and the Breen retreat. They capture the Section 31 group. The Dominion contingent sees Bashir and realize he is the same one that killed Odo during his previous crossing. They insist he stand trial for murder. He is granted asylum in the Commonwealth. War looms. Bashir changes his mind and stands trial. He figures it will be a sham trial and he will be quickly executed, but he is quickly tried and found not guilty because he acted in self-defense. To his surprise, the Dominion of the mirror universe is just and abides by its laws. Meanwhile the rest of the Section 31 people try an elaborate plan to steal mirror universe technology and are captured and conveniently exiled to a Bajor in a Universe where it is a lifeless world.
The Breen attack the ShiKahr again, more ruthlessly and succeed in escaping with it. Bashir and Douglas volunteer to be beamed onto the ship to sabotage it. They succeed and the Breen end up crashing their ship in our universe three years in the past, becoming the wreckage that spurred them to seek out a mirror universe ship in the first place. The Commonwealth and the Dominion sign a treaty and Bashir and Douglas are returned to their universe.
This was a fast-paced, entertaining read. Like I said in the beginning, the bad guys don't lose because they are stupid or incompetent, they are outmaneuvered. I would recommend this book to any Trekkie.