- Taschenbuch: 400 Seiten
- Verlag: Pocket Books/Star Trek (29. Mai 2012)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 145164955X
- ISBN-13: 978-1451649550
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 10,6 x 3,3 x 17,1 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 4 Kundenrezensionen
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 69.184 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
Star Trek: Typhon Pact: Plagues of Night (Star Trek: The Next Generation) (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 29. Mai 2012
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David R. George III wrote the Crucible trilogy for Star Trek's 40th anniversary as well as Olympus Descending for Worlds of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Volume Three. He previously visited DS9 in the novels The 34th Rule, set during the timeframe of the series, and in Twilight, set after the finale. His other Star Trek contributions include a first season Voyager episode, "Prime Factors," and one of the Lost Era books, Serpents Among the Ruins, which hit the New York Times bestseller list. He has also written a novella for Star Trek: Myriad Universes: Shattered Light.
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Kasidy Yates watched as a seething sea of fire cascaded toward her. Within the roiling flames, she spied sections of hull plating hurtling forward, end over end, the conflagration feasting on the lost atmosphere and fractured fragments of the wounded space station. The blaze grew until it filled the screen on her companel, and then the image changed to a view of the aftermath of the explosion. From above, with the red globe of Mars in the background, Utopia Planitia floated in orbit with a substantial chunk of its main cylinder ripped away. The great dome at that end of the station, dark and seemingly abandoned, barely remained attached to the structure.
Tension gripped Kasidy’s chest, as though a cold hand had reached in and seized her heart. According to the news feed, some sort of industrial accident had befallen Utopia Planitia. Starfleet had yet to offer casualty figures, but she had no doubt that lives—many lives—had been lost.
Kasidy reached up and stabbed at the controls of the companel to deactivate it, then pushed herself away from the wall-mounted device. The wheels of her chair rolled smoothly on the hardwood floor, and she stood up as though propelled from her seat. She stalked across the room that served primarily as a home office, but doubled as a guest room for any visitors who stayed overnight. Framed photographs of family, friends, and special places adorned the walls, and a sofa to her left converted into a comfortable bed.
The heels of Kasidy’s shoes clocked against the floor as she crossed the room and over to the window. Pushing aside the wine-colored drapes, she glanced out the back of the house. She slid open the window, and a warm drift of air greeted her, carrying with it the bittersweet scents of autumn. In the distance, atop the rolling hills of Kendra Province, the skeletal forms of denuded trees marched along a base of yellowing grass, the groundcover partially veiled by the vibrant crimsons, ochers, and golds of fallen leaves. Just three weeks earlier, the sky had grown pale, and a cold snap had attested to the impending arrival of winter. Over the previous few days, though, the cerulean expanse of summer seemed to return, with higher temperatures bringing a temporary reprieve from the snows that would eventually blanket the land.
Kasidy concentrated on the vista before her, attempting to put thoughts of the Utopia Planitia calamity out of her mind. Away to the right, she could just make out a short arc of the Yolja River as it bent southward, to where it twined through valley plains and dense forests until it spilled into the turquoise waters of the Korvale Ocean. To the left of the house stood an outbuilding that Kasidy had built during the past six months, a constructive outlet for her anxious energy. The oversized shed lodged the escape pod that Nog had long ago modified for planet-based emergency use. A good friend, Nog had worried about her when she’d been pregnant and alone back then, and he hadn’t wanted her to have to walk the couple of kilometers into Adarak if the town’s local transporter went off line for maintenance or some other reason. At the time, six years earlier, Ben had yet to return from his mysterious sojourn in the Bajoran wormhole.
Just thinking about him hurt.
Except that it didn’t just hurt. Even more than a year after her husband had gone, thoughts of him dredged up a complex mix of emotions. Kasidy recalled vividly the last time he had been home—and how she had pulled open the front door and told him to leave. In retrospect, that night had not brought an end to their marital troubles, nor had it truly been the beginning of their separation. Emotionally, they had parted ways months prior to that, perhaps even years.
No, not years, Kasidy thought. She had waited for Ben through her pregnancy, choosing to believe the veracity of the vision she’d experienced just after the end of the Dominion War. In it, her husband spoke to her from within the wormhole—what Ben and the Bajoran faithful called the Celestial Temple—and told her that he would someday return to her.
And he had. Just a moment after Kasidy gave birth to Rebecca, Ben walked through a doorway in the Shikina Monastery, as though he’d simply been away on some ordinary excursion. The three of them—mother, daughter, father—went back to the house outside Adarak, to the land that Ben had secured, to the house that he had planned and that Kasidy and Jake had built during his absence.
For years, all had been well. Rebecca grew up healthy and happy, and despite her status among adherents of the Ohalu religious sect as the Avatar—a harbinger of a new age of awareness and understanding for the people of Bajor—the Bajorans for the most part respected the family’s privacy. Kasidy and Ben settled into a relatively quiet life centered around raising their daughter.
Starfleet had wanted Ben back, of course. They offered him an admiralty, which he declined, preferring instead to step away from active duty. Kasidy, too, distanced herself from her vocation; though she continued to remotely oversee the operations of her freighter, Xhosa, she turned over the actual day-to-day running of the ship to her first mate, Wayne Sheppard.
Those days at home in Kendra had brought simple but deeply abiding joys. With Ben’s attentions not continually given over to the responsibilities and vagaries of command, and with Kasidy not away for weeks at a time on cargo runs, she felt closer to her husband than ever. And the emotions engendered in her by their daughter filled her so completely, she could scarcely believe it; Kasidy never before knew anything like the bond she shared with Rebecca.
As though summoned by Kasidy’s thoughts, a high-pitched peal rang out. In the instant before she recognized her daughter’s laughter, her brain processed the sound as a scream. A sensation like an electric charge flowed through Kasidy’s body. Two years prior, such shrieks had haunted her dreams. A religious zealot had kidnapped Rebecca, and in the nights before they safely recovered her, Kasidy’s nightmares frequently woke her with the echoes of Rebecca’s shrill cries for help still seemingly in her ears.
Kasidy watched as her daughter came racing around the corner of the house, dressed in her pink jumper. Her thin little legs carried her confidently past the once-colorful flowerbeds that mother and daughter had planted in the spring. Behind Rebecca followed Jasmine Tey, the young Malaysian woman she and Ben had retained after their daughter’s abduction. While Tey nominally helped around the house a few days a week, her advanced security training provided peace of mind with respect to Rebecca’s safety. Kasidy and Ben—and now just Kasidy—felt sure in their ability to protect their daughter, but when Rebecca went to school, or when they sometimes needed to focus their attentions elsewhere, they brought in Tey. That morning, Kasidy had required a few hours to plan out Xhosa’s manifest and itinerary for the next month, and in the afternoon, she’d wanted to go into Adarak, so Tey had agreed to spend the day there.
Rebecca ran with abandon along the back of the house, her wide smile exposing the gap where she’d recently lost her two upper front teeth. A bit small for her age, she otherwise tested normal for a five-and-a-half-year-old human girl. She favored neither of her parents particularly, her features seeming to blend the best of both of them. Rebecca possessed her father’s rich, dark coloring, but with the smooth texture of Kasidy’s own complexion; she had Ben’s penetrating eyes...
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The characterizations are all spot-on in terms of the DS9-relaunch. Yes, for all of you who didn't particularly like Rough Beasts of Empire, Ben is still a bit whiny, but he's now confronting the recent choices he's made in his relationships. He does a considerable amount of thinking in terms of his recent divorce, his position as the Emissary, and as a Starfleet officer.
I won't spoil anything about the newcomers to the station. Obviously there have been some replacements since many of the original show's cast went their separate ways, and even some of the books-only characters now phasing out.
Again, since this novel is so new, I don't want to risk spoiling anything. But the ending is why I gave it a 5/5 rating. Not because I was necessarily happy with it, but because it is perhaps the best cliffhanger I've ever seen. The action itself was expected. How they carried it out... was not, and I like that.
We are now beginning to see a very different Star Trek universe where the status quo is no longer an option. With the Typhon Pact, the stereotypical "reset button" isn't going to happen. We now have political and personal intrigue with the characters, with things happening that are both good and bad, with very lasting repercussions.
When I first read about the Typhon Pact books back in 2010, I was very excited. Keith R. A. DeCandido's A Singular Destiny delivered a spectacular preview that held great promise of what was to come, and the individual story premises and back-cover blurbs instilled a hefty dose of anticipation. Even the four covers, presented long before the books were published, dazzled me and added to my expectations.
However, the four novels (and later the e-only novella) that introduced the Typhon Pact didn't live up to what I had in mind for one reason or another--different reasons from book to book and author to author. They weren't bad by any means, yet something was lacking.
So it was with a restrained interest that I awaited the arrival of Plagues of Night by David R. George III. Any enthusiasm I felt was for the author himself: his books have been a delight to read, one of the most talented writers who has given readers of Trek fiction engaging and dramatic stories--Serpents Among The Ruins; The 34th Rule; Twilight, Mission Gamma; Olympus Descending, Worlds of Deep Space Nine, Volume Three--and wonderful prose.
The restraint that encompassed me when I started Plagues of Night withered within the first thirty or so pages. My inchoate expectations of what the formation of the Typhon Pact could mean for the inhabitants of Gene Roddenberry's creation had been realized.
Early on the book revisits important pieces of plot from the previous books, but instead of feeling like an obligatory nod to a reader who may not have read Zero Sum Game, Seize the Fire, Rough Beasts of Empire, or Paths of Disharmony, George weaves the actions and outcomes detailed in those separate stories into a tapestry and sum, one greater than the previous parts and providing a breadth of scope and density of narrative that I had only vaguely imagined yet still believed was possible back when the Typhon Pact books were announced.
Plagues of Night delivers so much. At its core, it continues a plot strand from Zero Sum Game--a goal of the Typhon Pact member states--to obtain the technical information needed to develop a slip-stream drive but complicates that plot, and the lives of the characters, by showing that while specific citizens of states within the Pact still desire the technology and will do what it takes to obtain it, others eschew it and focus their efforts on goals that run counter to what one might expect from "enemies" of the Federation. Even among those who desire the technology, George demonstrates the multiple reasons and agendas many people might desire the same thing--Sela and Tomalak as well as the Tzenkethi Autarch desire the technology for conquest, but others, like Commander T'Jul, truly covet it as a means to protect themselves and others because of their fear of the Federation and its allies and the superiority afforded them by possessing this advanced technology.
George crafts a story that gracefully intersperses a vast cast, gracefully because the appearance and actions of Benjamin and Kassidy, Vedek Kira, Julian and Sarina, Captain Picard and the crew of the Enterprise - E, Spock, President Bacco, Sela, Praetor Kamemor, Tomalak, Trok, the members of the Dominion, and lastly, Deep Space Nine and its crew and residents all seem natural, not forced, within the unfolding and expansive plot.
When I read Zero Sum Game and Rough Beasts of Empire, I concluded that it would be a while before we learned what had become of the characters inhabiting DS9 in 2377 and before we learned who currently resides on the station in 2382 and beyond. George's book reveals some of the events of the "missing years" of the Deep Space Nine narrative from where The Soul Key ends and where the Destiny trilogy begins, and I devoured every tidbit. And I was equally thrilled to be introduced to Captain Ro's new crew and to find that the station itself, that Cardassian "monstrosity" that I and so many others love, breathes again, a character as important to the tale as the Bajorans, Cardassians, Terrans, and others that call it home.
And lastly, the novel's plot incorporates a delightful premise to knit together what can be the far-flung reaches of the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma quadrants and does so in a way that is not only believable, and allows for the intersection of what has historically been the separate fictional "lines" of "The Next Generation" and "Deep Space Nine," but also rife for the creation of compelling and worthwhile stories.
Congratulations to the author on a novel that leaves us wanting much more and exemplifies how good it can be.
OK, so I went into this book having given the previous two books in the series underwhelming reviews. This one I give a solid 3 stars. The opening is very enticing, introducing us to a new wrinkle in the status quo of the Alpha Quadrant with the introduction of....ah, but that would be telling. Suffice to say if you have been reading the books up to now, it shouldn't come as shock but it's introduction here is pretty neat. And then someone in the Alpha Quadrant decides to kick a sleeping dog. Not a good idea (for them), great idea for us (the readers).
There are a LOT of characters in this book and the POV changes quite a lot. I found it difficult to keep up at times since the text is written purposefully to be vague in places to keep you on your toes. Nice trick, except that it keeps happening again and again. I would have preferred keeping with fewer characters to help me invest in them since a good 1/3 are not historical Star Trek canon and I was left just only sorta caring about what happened to them.
Which leads me to this point - the middle 1/2 of the book is a complete snore. I kept hoping something would happen but we get endless hand-wringing and contemplation and apprehension from not one, not two, but FIVE different characters. I'm sure George was trying to build up suspense but two of the characters that take up a bulk of that time I do not care about in the slightest and the way they are written did not change that. I know the book is trying to world build outside of the TV shows and movies but in this the book stumbles and almost lost me.
I was prepared to give the book a 2 star rating. However, if you can muddle your way through those pointless character proclamations you will be rewarded in the last 1/4 of the book when the suspense and intrigue ramp up and then hell breaks loose. Not all of it mind you, but a good chunk of it to be certain. And of course there is that last sentence in the book which had me doing my best Spock eyebrow raise. No, don't jump ahead! You'll spoil the surprise.
The whole premise of the book is so unreal that it should have been written in about 100 pages and not the 388 that it takes to finish it. It is almost agonizingly slow and is certainly not up to the standards of almost all of the previous Star Trek books that have been written.
If you are following the whole Typhon Pact series than I guess you will slog through this one also, but if you are not following the series than forget about this one, it is totally unnecessary.