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Page 86 º º º º º º º º º º º ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 2 HAILING FREQUENCIES By W.H. Lambdin Hello again: I have heard several positive comments about SSN, and I will try to bring you info and stories you can't get just anywhere, but first I must take care of a little business. I received a letter from William M. Mason. Mr. Mason is in charge of the Star Trek area of America On-line. His letter Is located in the Feedback area. Also check out the department WHAT'S NEW?. I will be posting five upcoming episodes. If the episode is new, It will be noted as a new rpisode. Repeats will be labeled as a repat, but with a very brief synopsis of the episode. I will also be posting new books, and other material. Several people have asked for the rules for tri-dimensional chess. It will be at the bottom of the file. LLAP Bill SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 3 FEEDBACK Greetings! Just wishing good luck to "Subspace News". An pointing out, in the spirit of Truth-in-advertizing, that SSN is not the first ST electronic ' zine as claimed in the "file_id.diz" file that came with my downloaded copy of "SSN" #1. "Dateline: Starfleet" has been happily publishing every month since July 1990 on the America Online In. Services. :) (Turns up on other BBSes and services now and then too.) Now that I have massaged my bruised ego, live long and prosper! Sincerely William M. Mason Editors comment:I did not include a FILE_ID.DIZ file with SSN-9201.ZIP. However; Someone did. I have appologized to Mr. Mason for this. I hope everyone learns that it is best to forward the original material unmodified. An appology may not be enough next time something like this happens. W.H. (Bill) Lambdin Just read the first issue of your magazine Sub Space News. I must say I ÿenjoyed it very much. Very interesting reading and I do hope there ÿis enough support and information for you to publish monthly instead I especially liked the essays and compilations by Kasey K.S. Chang. He mentions another essay he wrote concerning the "Fate of Kirk" and I imagine he has written many others. Unfortunately I do not subscribe ÿLance Weitzel EDITORS NOTE: I'm glad that you liked the material written By K.S. Chang. I have a Trek timeline (written by K.S. Chang) that will appear in the next issue. I will try to get a copy of the article you mentioned, but I can't make any promises. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 4 WHAT'S NEW? These dates are television air dates. If you watch TNG on Satellite, these episodes will be shown 7 days earlier. Hero Worship New Episode to air Feb 1, 1992 Violations New Episode to air Feb 8, 1992 The Masterpiece Society New Episode to air Feb 15, 1992 Conundrum New Episode to air Feb 22, 1992 Power Play New episode to air Feb 29, 1992 TNG NOVEL The 20th TNG novel is available. Look for "Spartacus" written by T.L. Mancour. from the back cover Answering a distress call, the U.S.S. Enterprise finds a damaged alien vessel-The Freedom-crewed by a race known as the Vemlans. Their Captain, Jared asks for assistance in repairing his ship-assistance Picard and the U.S.S. Enterprise are only too happy to provbide. But once begun, their releif efforts are interrupted by thearrival of an entire fleet from Vemla, who claim that Jared and his crew are escaped slaves- and their property! As Jared snd his people plea for protection and the right to be free, Captain Picard is caught between the demandsof his conscience and the dictates of the Prime Directive. And whenthe Vemlan fleet threatens to fight if the U.S.S. Enterprise doesn't stand aside, Picard must choose between the safety of his ship, and the annihilation of an entire race. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 5 TRIVIA! TRIVIA BY KEN AITCHISON Answers to the last trivia 1. "Abort Auto Destruct Sequence" RIKER, WILLIAM T. DO YOU CONCUR? þ Riker, then the computer from "Where Silence Has Lease" Riker: "Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly." 2. No, you can't get away...from hell's heart I stab at thee! þ Khan, TWOK Khan: "For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee!" 3. I certainly hope so sir, I can't stand this not knowing. þ Scotty, Wolf in the Fold. 4. Not good enough, dammit, NOT GOOD ENOUGH! þ Picard, Yesterday's Enterprise. 5. Scanning...indications negative at this time (pause)...well, did I get it right? þ McCoy (in Spock's voice), TSFS. Kirk: "Great, Bones. Just great." 6. Phasers? You've got 'em. I had one bank fully recharged. þ Scotty, The Doomsday Machine. Kirk: "Why, Mr. Scott. You just earned your pay for the week." 7. We may be on a road that has no turns. þ Picard, Time Squared 8. Computer you will not address me in that manner, compute. þ Kirk, Tomorrow is Yesterday. Computer: "Computed, DEAR." 9. Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desires... þ Kirk, Plato's Stepchildren Kirk: "I have no precious time at all to spend, nor service to do 'till you require..." 10. And so you die, captain...and we all move up in rank! þ Chekov, Mirror Mirror 11. Even in this corner of the galaxy, captain, two plus two equals four. þ Spock, The Conscience of the King 12. I'll call you the next time I pass through your star system. þ Riker, First Contact 13. Any man that coulda pulled a feat like that I wouldna dare disappoint. þ Scotty, TMP. Scotty: "She'll launch on time, sir. And she'll be ready." 14. As a physician, you of all people should appreciate the danger of reopening old wounds. þ Kirk, TWOK. McCoy: "Sorry." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 6 15. I am well versed in the classics, doctor. þ Spock, TFF McCoy: "Then home come you don't know `Row Row Row Your Boat'?" 16. That, Ms. Lincoln, is simply my cat. þ Gary Seven, Assignment: Earth 17. Well, Mr. Spock, for the next 5 or 6 hours, we're gonna have the happiest crew in space. þ Kirk, Wolf in the Fold 18. Quomodo tua Latinitas est (How's your Latin)? þ Picard, The Game Wesley: "Praestat quam prius." (It's better than before) 19. This isn't reality. This is fantasy! þ Uhura, TSFS. Uhura: "Now get in the closet!" 20. This...is the helm... þ Beverly, Lonely Among Us Geordi: "Unless there've been some changes I don't know about." 21. WHERE TO? Transporter room. THANK YOU. þ Scotty and Computer, TSFS. Scotty: "Up yer shaft." 22. You know you both could really drive a man to drink.þ McCoy, TFF 23. Geordi thinks he is in command here. þ Data, Deja Q Data: "And he is correct." 24. Is there anyone on this ship who, even remotely, looks like Satan? þ Kirk, The Apple. Spock: "I am not aware of anyone on board who fits that description." 25. Appropriate ruffles and flourishes, Mr. Spock. þ Kirk, The Savage Curtain SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 7 TNG TRIVIA BY W.H. LAMBDIN Answers to the last trivia 1. What ship did Riker serve on prior to the Enterprise? U.S.S. Hood 2. Where does Picard and Wesley first meet (on the Enterprise)? Outside holodeck 4J 3. What episode first used the phrase (Down load)? The Naked Now 4. What episode first mentions "playing cards"? The Naked Now 5. Who calls the Enterprise "baby"? Geordi 6. What is the first episode to show the Holodeck? Encounter at Farpoint 7. Who was weapons officer on the Stargazer? Viego 8. What was Lwaxanna's valet before Mr, Hohm? Zelo 9. What episode does Picard smoke a cigarette? The Big Goodbye 10. What episode reveals that Data has an Off switch? Datalore New trivia 1. What episode does Riker first yell at Data? 2. Why was DaiMon Tarr shocked in "The Last Outpost"? 3. What episode does Picard meet his mother (On the Enterprise) 4. What did the EDO children want Wesley to teach them? 5. What kind of fruit did Riker ask for in Gropler Zorn's office? 6. What episode Shows Geordi in his quarters shaving? 7. What is the first episode for Data to smoke a pipe? 8. Wesley was killed in an episode. Which one? 9. What is the first name of Wyatt Miller's mother? 10. What holiday is mentioned in "The Big Goodbye"? SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 8 ************************************************************************* ********************* STAR TREK The Soap Opera ********************* A very unauthorized STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION story by Deborah Bolen Scott Hollifield Judy Ranelli I'm very glad to receive permission to repring this story. It is rather long, but much better than the Lust in space, I posted in the last issue. I had the pleasure of watching them compile this story. ;-) Reprinted with permission from the authors. They retain all rights to this material. If you want to reprint this, you must request permission from Deborah Bolen, Judy Ranelli, and Scott Hollifield. They may be contacted on the Matrix BBS (205) 323-2016. PROLOGUE Captain's Log, Stardate 45137.1 We are en route to a rendezvous with the USS Europa, where we will be acquiring a shipment of much needed medical supplies intended for the treatment of an unusual fever epidemic in the Kralius system. Also transferring from the Europa for a brief time will be one of my former helmsmen, Ensign Wesley Crusher, who is on temporary leave from Starfleet Academy. We will all be glad to see Ensign Crusher again, and none more so than his mother, my chief medical officer, Dr. Beverly Crusher. The captain's door chirped. "Come," the captain snapped crisply. Dr. Beverly Crusher entered the room. She strode to the captain's desk and stood there with a dangerous fire in her eyes that matched the flame of her auburn hair. "You've heard?" SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 9 Picard looked up. "Heard of what, Doctor?" "My son," hissed the doctor, "is coming back to the Enterprise." "Yes, of course, I'm aware of it, Doctor. It wasn't my idea, I assure you." Beverly paced around the room, arms flailing around looking for something to smash. "Jean-Luc, I thought you finally managed to get rid of that boy! I left this ship for a desk job, for God's sake, just to get away from him!" The captain started to say, "I can appreciate your - ", but was cut off. "I come back after a whole year, and he hasn't been shipped off to the Academy YET! It's all that kid's been whining about for the past ten years! 'I want to join Starfleet, I want to join Starfleet and be an engineeeeer,'" Beverly mimicked in a child-like sneer. "And he's still here when I get back! So I thought, Okay, I can wait awhile. TWO YEARS LATER, his application finally gets accepted. At last I breathed a sigh of relief. But now I hear he's coming BACK?" Picard stood up and snapped, "Beverly, calm down! Now listen to me. No one wanted to see the boy leave more than I. I thought making him an ensign would speed up the process. It wasn't MY fault his application to the Academy kept coming back unaccepted. Letting the nanites loose, continually interfering with my engineering staff, missing his transfer to the Bradbury... I had to beg Admiral N'Somok to take him. He made me promise to attend a diplomacy consortium on Delos Two next month - and you know how I loathe social interaction." "So why is he coming back?" "I'm told that his leave from the Academy is just a recreational break. Summer holiday. That sort of thing. He requested two months on the Enterprise, and since this has been his home for the past four years, Starfleet could hardly refuse." Beverly's shoulders hung limp, and a mask of resignation creased her face. "Jean-Luc, I don't know if I can stand being around that boy, even for two months." "You'll find some way to cope." Picard walked over closer to the doctor and stared at her vulnerable form. She warmed to his approach, eyes pleading. "Oh... Jean-Luc... two whole months... without being able to..." He steeled his gaze. "I've got an hour or two before my meeting with Counselor Troi." Heavy breaths flowed smoothly in and out of the doctor's windpipe. "How about Cargo Bay Three in ten minutes?" "Make it so," the captain whispered. STAR TREK: THE SOAP OPERA Worf shuffled a bit in the command chair, simultaneously enjoying the rare command and cursing the restrictive confines of the seat. It made him appreciate being able to stand and move about as a tactical officer all the more. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 10 Still, it wasn't very often that the crew assignment roster scheduled a shift where all four officers above him were off duty or had off-bridge business all at the same time. The main disadvantage was the boredom. While manning a station, one could constantly busy one's self with the computers. Sitting in the command chair prevented this. "Ensign Reeves, estimate time of arrival to Kralius Two at warp seven," he ordered. "Five hours, thirty-seven minutes," came the response. "Increase speed to warp seven." "Aye, lieutenant." The doors to turbolift one hissed open and out walked Deanna Troi in her black-trimmed maroon outfit. She sat in her usual chair adjacent to the captain's seat. Worf looked at her. "Counselor. I was not aware you were scheduled for bridge duty on this shift." She smiled slightly. "I wasn't, I merely wanted to keep you company until we reach the Medical Center on Kralius." "Klingons do not require... company," he returned. "No, but Starfleet officers do occasionally." She went on staring at him as he turned away. Worf tried to keep his eyes on the viewscreen, but could almost feel the gaze of the empathic Betazoid. He glanced back at her. "Is there something you wish to say, Counselor?" She took in a breath, as if wondering whether or not to say something. "I sense a certain feeling of apprehension from you, lieutenant. You're anxious about something." "That is correct," he rumbled. "Would you like to share that feeling with me?" "No." There was a long silence. "Worf, I think that you need to get in touch with your emotions. They are not your enemy." Worf sighed very slightly. "With...all due respect, Counselor. I do not believe the bridge is the proper place for this kind of conversation." "But.. you ignore my formal requests for an appointment." "I was under the impression that the crewman makes the appointment with the counselor, and not the other way around." "But when the crewman refuses to make the appointment, I get the sense that something is wrong." Troi crossed her legs and leaned back as if she'd made some kind of point. "Emotional counseling is useless to Klingons. Some might believe that your primary duty might be considered 'meddling' ." "Is that what you think?" "Yes." Another silence. Worf was actually relieved when the aft doors swooshed and Riker walked onto the bridge. He stood up. "En route to Kralius at warp seven. We will arrive in just over three and a half hours." Riker walked briskly to the center of the bridge, and said, "Very good, lieutenant. You are relieved." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 11 Worf nodded shortly. "Thank you, sir." He looked at Troi. "Counselor." He started walking up the ramp. Deanna stood up and walked after him. "Worf...I sense that you are annoyed and feel confined." Obviously, thought Worf to himself. This was the last straw. Instead of picking up the aft bridge and tossing it on her, though, he turned to Troi and directed a single powerful emotional thought at her. Even her generally non-telepathic mind picked it up, and it made her emit a tiny gasp. "Sense that, Counselor," Worf said shortly. He left the bridge. Deanna stood still for a moment, wondering if she had indeed reached the limits of annoyance that seemed to be prevalent among female members of her family. She looked at the turbolift doors for a second, then back at the command chair. Riker was ignoring her presence, staring out at the starry void. She strode back to her chair and sat down, saying, "Commander... I sense that you are bored." Riker glanced at her very briefly, and then forward again. "Ensign, increase speed to warp eight," he sighed. Meanwhile, in Cargo Bay 3, Beverly paced behind some packing cases, awaiting her captain. Worf strode in just as Beverly began unzipping the top of her uniform. Thinking Jean Luc has finally arrived, she purred, "Over here! Quickly! We have no time to lose." Worf, grabbing his phaser from its holster, made his way around the corner, to find the writhing doctor with her uniform jacket unzipped to reveal the black lace brassiere underneath. "Doctor, have you been injured?" Worf bellowed, and swung his hand up to press the communicator on his chest. Dr. Crusher quickly grabbed his hand, saying, "No, no - Worf, this isn't what you're thinking!" Worf, pulled forward by her hands clasped to his arm, couldn't help looking down at her chest. "I..........see, doctor" he muttered. "This has become more and more of a security problem. When enlisted personnel hide in these... hard to reach areas to copulate, I choose to handle their discipline personally. But as an officer on this ship, you should know that this kind of behavior is inexcusable. I will have to present a report on you to the Captain." "Jean-L...I mean, the Captain?" Beverly squeaked. "Oh, Worf, you don't really need to do that. I mean, can't we make some sort of compromise? You know, I have some very exotic alien steroids that I just got in from Starbase 24." Bev started to babble. "I mean, oh, I didn't mean that. I just don't want this on my record. Please, PLEASE, Worf." Worf was fed up. "Doctor, I suppose I can let this incident pass. But I don't want to ever see you down here for anything other than ship's business. If you wish to have intercourse, you should use your quarters. Or the holodeck." Dr. Crusher smiled. "Thank you Worf, for being so understanding." Worf grunted. "I do NOT understand this, doctor. Klingons are not ashamed about their mating. Nor would Klingons bother to be so...quiet... as would be necessary for covert sex here. Now out with you, so I can finish my security sweep. I can't go to sleep unless I make a final check each night." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 12 Beverly, rather curious after listening to Worf's explanation of Klingon mating, turned, zipped up her uniform, and walked to the door of the Cargo Bay. Just as her presence would have signaled the door to open, it did, to reveal the striding figure of Captain Picard. Their eyes met in confusion. Beverly quickly put a finger to her lips, her eyes shooting silent danger signals to her Captain. Jean Luc's mouth opened just as she pushed him roughly out into the corridor. When the door swooshed closed behind them, Beverly let out a gasp of air. "Oh, Jean Luc! You don't know how close we came to being discovered by Worf!" As she was explaining what happened, she started to pull Picard down the corridor to safety. "He came to the Cargo Bay to do his security sweep and found me! I thought it was you! I even started to.... Oh, God! This is horrible...." "Beverly!" the captain rasped under his breath, finally able to get a word in through the doctor's tirade. "Calm yourself. Surely he had no idea why you were there..." Beverly started to wail again. "Didn't know! I was half undressed! He even gave me a lecture about where I should and shouldn't...you know... so I couldn't even make up a good lie. At least he didn't see you." "Don't worry, Bev," Picard said calmly. "Worf is nothing if not discreet. Let's go to my quarters. We still have almost an hour to kill." Riker struggled to keep his thoughts focused on the viewscreen. Deanna tried wriggling into his right cerebral hemisphere, but became entangled in warp field permutation calculations. Fleeing to the less complex area of the hypothalamus, she settled in to tickle his fancy. Riker suddenly had an overwhelming urge to scratch his nose. Deanna was still ensconced around his hypothalamus, immensely enjoying the effect she was having on him. She watched him squirm in the command chair as she 'tickled' him again. Damn, Riker thought. First my nose and now my foot. He dug into his left boot vainly trying to reach this new itch. Remembering his last leave only a week ago on Wrigley's Pleasure Planet, he vowed to make a visit to sick bay as soon as he was off-duty. He could still feel Deanna's eyes on the back of his neck as he leaned forward in his chair. "Ensign Reeves, how long before we rendezvous with the USS Europa?" "Just under an hour now, Sir," came the Ensign's reply. "Great," thought Riker, still frantically scratching his foot. "In an hour, I'll have Wonder Weenie to contend with again, then we're off to save the plague victims on Kralius Two. What a job..." Deanna still couldn't get Will to so much as look at her. She narrowed her eyes and refocused her attentions yet again. "Ignore ME, will you!" she thought to herself. Suddenly, the itch moved slowly up Riker's leg until he jumped out of the chair, performing a lovely pirouette as he headed toward the turbo lift door. "Lt. Tomar! You...have...the con..." he sputtered as he wriggled toward the turbo lift. "That's the last time I ever vacation on Wrigley's again!" thought Riker as he headed toward sick bay. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 13 Riker walked into sickbay scratching his left hip. He found Nurse Ogawa studiously examining something on the screen at the main computer station. Hearing the doors open, she looked up and smiled at him. "Well hello, Commander. It's always nice to see you stop by." Riker allowed only a modicum of a smile to flash over his face. "Where's Dr. Crusher?" he demanded. "She requested off-duty this shift, sir. Must've been something sudden.. she was only here a couple of hours ago. Is there a problem?" Riker's annoyance mellowed a bit. "Maybe you can help me, Alissa. I was just on the bridge, and this strange... *itch* came over me." She took a hand-held scanner and began taking readings from him. "Do you feel this 'itch' now?" He blinked in surprise. "No. No, I don't. How odd." "Well, I can't see anything wrong with you," she admitted, peering at the scanner readings. "I could have some tests done..." Riker coughed. "I wouldn't be too worried about it, except that... well... I thought that maybe... I might have *caught*. Something. Recently." He tightened his jaw and looked at Alissa meaningfully. She nodded slowly. "I... see. I'll schedule you for a complete physical." "I would appreciate that very much." In the captain's quarters, the off-duty Dr. Crusher was refastening her uniform. "We've got to stop meeting like this," said Picard. Beverly gave a short laugh. "Is that from Shakespeare too?" "I'm serious, Beverly." He stared at her, eyes still smoldering. "The next time we're found out, it may be someone other than Worf. It is not *appropriate* for the captain of a starship to conduct clandestine rendezvouses with the ship's chief medical officer." She slinked over to him, eyes fluttering. "Ooh, you just gave me a good idea... there's a ward in sickbay that's hardly ever used. We could -" "Beverly, listen to me. You know how I feel about you. But we're going to have to show more... *discretion* in the future." "Oh Jean-Luc, I know you're right. But the thought of having my son on board again... it's driving me crazy." Picard examined himself in a mirror to make sure he looked presentable. In the reflection, he saw Beverly approach again. "Jean-Luc," she almost whispered. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you." Picard whirled around and gripped her by the shoulders. "Yes, Beverly, yes! You've been saying that for the last four years and until now, I've never had the chance to hear it - something is always interrupting us! But now that we have the time - tell me. Tell me what is it you want to say." Beverly opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Picard's communicator chirped. "Bridge to Captain Picard." Picard fumed silently as Beverly bit her wrist in anguish. "THIS IS PICARD," he snapped. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 14 "Sir," came the suddenly meek voice. "We're picking up the Europa on subspace. She's fourteen minutes from intercept." "Very well," said Picard. "I'm on my way." He almost exited the room, but, suddenly realizing something, stopped to glance back at the forlorn form of Dr. Crusher. "Do you mind, Doctor?" he said, beckoning. "These are my quarters." On the bridge of the USS Europa, Captain Bruce Lanning tapped his foot impatiently. "Lanning to engineering." The mellifluous voice of chief engineer Paula Floyd answered the page. "Floyd here, Captain." "Commander, is Ensign Crusher there with you?" Paula's voice took on a slightly haggard timbre. "No sir, he left a short while ago to prepare for transport." The officer at tactical spoke up. "Sir, the Enterprise will be in transport range within four minutes." "Very good, Ensign," said the older man. "Ensign Wesley Crusher, report to Transporter Room Two on the double." The voice of Wesley Crusher yipped over the communicator. "On my way, Captain!" Captain Lanning rose and started toward the turbolift. "Mr. Perez, you have the conn." When the captain left, Perez stood up and looked at the rest of the bridge officers slowly. Almost afraid to speak up, he nodded with barely restrained joy, as a grin worked its way over his face. "He's leaving, everyone. He's *leaving*." The bridge crew of the USS Europa burst into applause. In the transporter room, Captain Lanning exchanged brief farewells with Wesley Crusher. "It's been an interesting trip, Ensign. Tell your mother I said hello." Wesley grinned in his inimitably maddening way. "I will, sir." Then he looked a bit more serious. "Captain Lanning - I want to apologize for what I did with the warp coils yesterday. I know it was irresponsible -" Lanning waved his apology away. "Think nothing of it, Ensign." "And I'm also sorry for the modifications I made to the science station on the battle bridge when -" "Don't worry about it, Ensign" "And I also apologize for all the trouble I -" "Ensign!" barked the captain. "Yes sir?" cheeped Wesley. "Dismissed," said Lanning, biting off the word. "Yes sir." Wesley stepped on the pad. "Goodbye, Captain." Lanning nodded to the transporter chief. "Energize." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 15 The blue shimmer of the ship's transporter dumped the Europa's unwanted passenger onto someone else's ship, at long last. Lanning began to smile, and after several seconds, began to laugh. The transporter chief glanced at him. "Sir? What's so funny?" Lanning grinned and patted the officer's shoulder. "That boy thinks he's so damned clever. Well, I know something that he doesn't know." The officer wasn't sure whether to smile just yet. "What is that, Captain?" Lanning turned to his transporter chief and smiled an evil smile. "I know who his real father is." Beverly wandered back to her quarters in a lackadaisical manner, sauntered in and let her hair down once again. How fulfilling it was to make love to such a lion of a man. She shook her mane and growled at the mirror. The memory of her recent passion almost made her forget about Wesley coming back. A frown started to creep across her face. There was that other subject. She wondered if she would ever have the courage to say it. Oh, not that other thing she never could say. Jean-Luc knew what that would be - that's why he so gallantly tried to get her to say it. If he only knew what she WAS going to say... Beverly patted her abdomen and wondered, if she waited long, if she would have to say anything after all... She looked in the mirror, turning sideways to view the profile of her body. She imagined how that profile would change over the next few months. She wondered if Jean Luc would chastise her for not being more 'careful.' After all, he would say she was a _doctor_, for goodness sake! She should have _known_... Ah! But she did know. She planned it, knowing her captain's potency. After all, she couldn't go down in history only as the mother of the GEEK! What a horrible thought! It sent a shudder down her spine. She wanted a real child, one she could be proud of...one with a normal intellect...one who didn't smirk and whine...one who's hair didn't stand up like that. She suddenly felt the first waves of nausea that would plague her in her delicate condition whenever her thoughts turned to her abhorrent offspring. Meanwhile, there was a flurry of activity in the engine room of the USS Europa. Only moments before, the engineering crew were wildly celebrating the transfer of Wesley Crusher back to the USS Enterprise. One lone engineer caught the faint glow of an alarm beacon flashing the warning that the warp coils were overheating. The boisterous crowd drowned out the ensuing alert siren. The celebrations soon transformed into the frantic attempts of the crew to repair the damage. The seconds ticked away along with any hope of repairing the now critical warp drive. It was too late. No one could correct the temperature flux adjustments that had been made by the dastardly tinkerer. The Captain of the Europa was informed of the problem mere seconds before the crew of the starship met SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 16 their fate in the dark gloom of open space. Since the Enterprise had already proceeded at warp 8 to its next destination, no one was there to witness the Europa's passing. The emergency pod, launched shortly before the explosion, was destroyed in the blast. The USS Europa would go down in Starfleet records as missing, her crew presumed lost. Only one scrap of the engine's warp coil remained floating in space. Though charred, if anyone had been there to see it, they would find the child-like scrawl: "Wesley was here"..... Wesley Crusher entered the turbolift, barely restraining the urge to sprint up and down the corridors of the Enterprise. The doors of the lift closed behind him. "Engineering," he instructed the computer with the gleeful air of one about to make a happy nuisance of himself. "Access denied," returned the voice of the computer. "That area is off-limits." Wesley blinked. Since when? Officers generally had free run of the ship, as far as he remembered. Then he had a hunch. "List all on-board personnel whose access to Engineering has been restricted." The computer spoke again, with its complete list of restricted officers. "Ensign Wesley Crusher." It stopped, having completed the list. Wesley seethed quietly. "Under whose orders?" "Captain Jean-Luc Picard." Wesley nodded to himself. This would not be a problem. "Deck Twelve." The turbolift whirred. Picard strode up to the aft tactical station on the bridge. "Status of my new uniform, Mr. Worf," he ordered. Worf examined the captain's new tunic-coat combination with a discerning eye. "Nice jacket," he reported briskly. "Thank you, Lieutenant. Do you believe it makes me appear more dashing?" Picard glanced down at the seam of his coat with a slight sense of appreciation. Worf shuffled a bit in the routine way whenever he had a point of contention with his captain. "With all due respect, sir... Klingons are not creatures of fashion. Perhaps Dr. Crusher - " "Yes, yes, the doctor has... already expressed her opinion of my new uniform to me," Picard replied, thoughts flitting back to one of his most recent encounters with Beverly. He stood there for a full minute, lost in remembrance, teeth lightly clicking, before he was interrupted from his reverie by Data at the ops station. "Captain, we are approaching the Kralius system. We will achieve standard orbit in two minutes, twenty-seven seconds." Picard nodded, striding down the ramp. "Hail their medical center and inform them of our arrival, Mr. Worf. Bridge to Sickbay." "Crusher here, Captain," the voice cooed. "Doctor, ready your supply team for transport to Kralius, then have them report to Cargo Bay Two for departure." "Understood. Crusher out." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 17 At his station, Data blinked. He had detected something different about Dr. Crusher's voice, almost as if something about her personality had changed very slightly. The captain made no mention of it, though, so he kept silent about it. In his guest quarters, Wesley finished unpacking his belongings with a huff. No one in Sickbay had been too happy to see him, and his mother had been almost too busy to even acknowledge his arrival. The computer chirped. "Personal coded transmission for Cadet Crusher." Wesley replied, "Thank you. On screen." On his personal terminal, the image of a gray-haired female appeared, wearing the uniform of a Starfleet admiral. Wesley broke into a smile that was both cordial and menacing. "Admiral Rose." The admiral nodded and returned his conspiratorial smile. "Glad to see you made it on board the Enterprise, Cadet. Is everything going according to plan?" Wesley nodded. "All traces of my experiments of the Europa have been... eliminated. No one suspects a thing. We are ready to go into phase two." "Good." The admiral smiled and opened a brown container of food in front of her. She filled her hand with a cluster of the live squirming creatures, and swallowed it with a crunching noise. "Four years ago, Picard exposed our invasion and cost us much time and resources. Now we are back - and with your help, we are ready to try again." Wesley grinned malevolently, and opened his own container of worms. Deep inside Wesley's brain the creature which had taken him over found itself feeling VERY irritated at having to keep at bay such a consummate GEEK. "Gosh, I still can't figure out why you'd pick *me* to do this to," whimpered Wesley. "Look, pal, I don't make the decisions. I'm part of a network and *you* were my designated host. I wish you'd stop trying to figure it out." Their thoughts echoed in the vast grey and white matter that was so bulbous in the math and science areas and so thin in the relating-to-others area. "Well," said Wes, "I don't think what you're doing is very nice at all. In fact, you won't even let me out to run my experiments, and when you discovered that peephole I installed in Ensign Bimbo-of-the-Week's shower, you wouldn't even let me have a peek." The creature complained, "I don't *want* to be nice to you! I'm *not* nice, we're *not* friends! I'm trying to help take over your pathetic Federation!" Wesley was silent for a few seconds. "But, uh, if you stay here with me, we've got to get along for a long time. So I don't think you should be rude and impatient. After all, I am a child prodigy and I know everything about everything - doesn't that make you like me? Doesn't it?" SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 18 Their union made private thought impossible, so Wesley could clearly hear the creature think in reply: "I hadn't thought of that. A lifetime spent with this jerk! Maybe when this is all over, I can pass off this assignment to someone else. But what if I can't?" In Wesley's room, if anyone had thought to check up on him, they would have found him crying. Meanwhile, Data decided to pay a visit to the doctor and discover the reason for the curious change in her voice. He stepped into sickbay to find her standing in front of a mirror and turning from side to side. "Dr. Crusher?" Data said. "Are you well? You appear to be 6.14 pounds heavier than I last recall." Bev turned, startled by his voice, and blushed. Her mind racing, Beverly stopped blushing long enough to reply, "I..uh.. that is...Counselor Troi and I have just been over-indulging in Westle's Crunch Bars, again. Time to get back into our routine at the gym." Data considered that the doctor was emanating a healthy glow. As he was telling her that she would have needed to consume 45.3 pounds of said candy bars to have achieved such a rapid weight gain, Beverly breezed by him. "Chocolate is powerful stuff, Data. Sorry I can't chat more right now, but I'm overdue at Cargo Bay Two." She disappeared through the open doors of Sick Bay, but not before she snatched another glimpse of her profile in the mirror. Data was left to wonder in solitude about the prolific qualities of chocolate confections. Riker, seething because HE didn't get a new jacket this year, was deep in thought. He had put in a request for a red suede jacket of his very own but was informed by Starfleet that there wasn't enough material in the galaxy to cover his girth. Realizing that he had to do something about the situation, he decided to work out at the gym after his shift was over. He was putting in his request for a reservation at the gym as Data returned to the bridge. "Ah! You must have consumed mass quantities of chocolate, as well," Data quipped. "I have a theory that Westle's Crunch Bars may hold promise for famine-stricken... "Not now, Data," said a baffled Riker, who swaggered in a John Wayne fashion to the turbo lift as his shift came to an end. Meanwhile, as Wesley sat snivelling in his quarters, the creature in his brain squirmed unhappily. "As long as I'm stuck here, I might as well try to get comfortable," it thought. "Why I had to be put into the swirling hormonal disaster area of a teenaged boy is beyond me!" Between Wesley's crying and the creature's complaining, they almost missed the soft beep emanating from the door to his quarters. Wesley blew his nose and answered the hail. "Who can that be at this hour?" griped the creature. "Shut up, Irving!" hissed Wesley (well, he had to name the creature *something* didn't he?) "Try to act normal." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 19 Wesley made his way to the door, surprised to see the figure standing before him. "You weren't supposed to contact me until Phase II was underway!" "But that's why I'm here, you troublesome little man-child," said the co-conspirator, his eyes glowing in the darkened corridor...... Meanwhile, in the Medical Prime building in Kralius Two's largest city, Beverly was overseeing the last of the transfer of supplies and medicine from the Enterprise. She and Director Molnoth watched the final shipment shimmer into reality, after which each container was carried off by medical technicians. "Well, that seems to be the last of it," Beverly remarked. "Are you certain that you don't need any of my personnel to stay behind to help coordinate the relief efforts?" Molnoth smiled gratefully but shook his head. "No, Dr. Crusher, we can handle things from here. But I honestly don't know what we'd have done with the Enterprise. You and your staff have been a tremendous help." Beverly smiled back; it was nice to win one once in a while. "In that case, I'd be getting back to the Enterprise." Molnoth stopped her gently. "Wait one second, Doctor - do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" He seemed to be looking her over with a puzzled expression. Her smile bent a little in the way that everyone's does when asked that question. "I don't see why not..." Molnoth again glanced at Beverly's middle. "Are you pregnant?" Beverly erupted into laughter. "Yes I am! Does it show already?" She examined herself with concern. Molnoth smiled. "Only to someone who's seen about a million pregnant women. You're... what, about four months along?" "Closer to five," she answered, still looking for any signs of bulge. "Well, congratulations," said the director. "Forgive me for asking, but have you determined the sex of the child yet?" Beverly looked up and smiled warmly at the sharing of secret knowledge. "It's a girl," she said. The director smiled warmly, dying to ask the fateful question but knowing that would be intrusive. Surprisingly, Beverly was hoping he would ask, since it had been so hard keeping quiet about the affair and the pregnancy to begin with. Even Deanna didn't know. Bev felt bad about that; but she knew that Deanna would end up telling everyone on the ship just like she blabbed the secrets her clients told her. This was highly unprofessional, but expected with Betazoid genes: just remembering that everyone else didn't sense that Ensign Michael Hunt was feeling suicidal had been too taxing for her little brain. But now, the story could "go public"- right after she told Jean-Luc, of course. And how to do that.... Beverly smiled to herself, turning to the director. "Well, I'd best be getting back now," she said. The director smiled back. "Of course. Keep me posted on your progress, and congratulations, doctor." She nodded, signaled to transport, and beamed back on board the Enterprise. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 20 Minutes later, on the bridge, Worf's tactical station chirped. He looked at it, then up. "Commander. We are picking up a distress signal in the nearby Rulna system." Riker considered only a split second. "Riker to Sickbay. Is Dr. Crusher and her supply team on board yet?" "We're back, Commander," came Beverly's reply over the comlink. Riker nodded. "Alright then. Set course for the Rulna system, warp eight. Worf, is it a ship?" "Yes sir. It seems to be a Federation shuttlecraft," rumbled Worf with a puzzled turn in his voice. "Life signs?" Worf checked the station. "One human, life signs strong but fluctuating." "What's a shuttlecraft doing all the way out here? Mr. Data, is there another Federation starship in this area?" Data dutifully punched up the information at his Ops terminal. "No, Commander. The closest is the USS Challenger, which is over nine light years away." "Play the distress message for us, Lieutenant." Worf replied, "The signal is general distress only. There is no message." The door to turbolift three opened, and Picard walked onto the bridge, where he took Riker's place in the center seat. "Status, Number One?" "We're getting a distress call from a Federation shuttlecraft, but it may be automatic. There's no mothership in the area." Picard's brow furrowed in concern. "The last time we found a derelict shuttle in space, Number One, it had a carbon copy of *me* on board." Riker couldn't help but smile a bit at his captain's consternation at the idea of meeting another duplicate. Worf spoke up. "We're close enough to get readings, Captain. The shuttlecraft is Shuttle 2 of NCC-9835. USS Goddard." He scanned further. "The shuttle's warp nacelles have been rendered inoperative, and the impulse thrusters are burned out. The shuttle is adrift." "Are we in visual range, Lieutenant?" "Coming into visual range now, Captain." "Open hailing frequencies," Picard ordered. "Aye sir." Picard stood up and spoke to the troubled shuttle. "Goddard shuttle, this is the USS Enterprise. Can you tell us what has happened?" The screen flashed into an interior view of a shuttlecraft, with the dazed face of a pilot staring back, smudges and cuts decorating his face. The man wore the uniform of a Starfleet officer of some ten years past, but Picard didn't notice - he was staring agape at the man's face. It wasn't possible. "Enterprise," came the weak voice, "this is Lieutenant Jack Crusher, requesting assistance. Repeat - Lieutenant Crusher of the USS Goddard - I need medical attention." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 21 Lore stepped into Wesley Crusher's quarters, and immediately slipped on the archaic glossy pinup magazines scattered all over the floor. He quickly fell on his outstretched hands and scampered to his feet in a gold-faced rage. "What is this...this...mess?" he growled. "The adolescent boy has several caches of this type of material. I have been studying them in an attempt to... better understand the species." Lore looked at the boy contemptuously. "You're wasting your time; just like you've wasted mine. I don't want you to study humans; I want you to eradicate them. They're a waste of matter and energy." "Well, historically my kind have sought a cooperative approach. We need these host bodies to manipulate their tools. I think you have misjudged our objectives." "And you seem to have misjudged me, little life-form, a painfully foolish mistake," Lore said, grinning evilly. Picard stood up and stared at him in shock. "Jack...Crusher?" he said, incredulous. "You... this is impossible!" Crusher coughed. "Captain, I'm injured here. Please help me." There was no mistaking the urgency in his voice. "Of course... Picard to sickbay." Beverly answered immediately, with a strange lilting voice. "I was just going to call *you*, Captain. How conv-" "Enough of that - prepare for a direct beam in of a patient. Bridge to Transporter Room Three - beam the person in that shuttlecraft directly to sick-bay!" "Aye, sir" came back O'Brien's voice. As he stood there watching the form of his old friend shimmer in the viewscreen, Picard hoped his bridge crew couldn't see him blushing in embarrassment at the explanation he didn't want to give Jack about him and Beverly. Hopefully, the one person who WOULD notice wouldn't turn around.... and as he thought this, he could see Data turning to speak... Merde! Thinking quickly to avoid further embarrassment, Picard spoke before Data had the chance to open his mouth. "Commander, you have the con. I'll be in sickbay," he said as he moved toward the turbolift. Data cocked his head in puzzlement as the turbolift doors swooshed closed behind the captain. As he took a seat in the command chair, Data considered the question on his mind. It would have to wait until later. Beverly was miffed at being cut off like that by the captain. "Must be something critical or he wouldn't have..." Her thoughts ground to a halt as she saw the figure shimmering into view on the floor. Her face lost all color as she gazed into the eyes of her dead husband. Jack Crusher turned his face toward her with a groan, as Ensign Almas walked into the room. The ensign gently moved the patient to the nearest biobed while Beverly looked on, utterly paralyzed. "Wha...what kind of trick is this?" she said finally, her voice no more than a raspy whisper. "Beverly! Help me..." said this man who looked and sounded so much like her Jack. She moved toward him, due more to her training as a doctor than by her own free will. She moved over him as if in a dream, checking his vital signs and issuing orders to Almas. This couldn't be her husband! She SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 22 didn't know who or what he was, but he was injured and in her care. She wouldn't let herself believe it was Jack and she wouldn't let herself lose control. He needed help and she was the only one who could give it. The patient's condition was stabilized by the time Captain Picard arrived. Jack had lapsed into unconsciousness, but he was no longer critical. Jean-Luc looked at Beverly, her face a mixture of puzzlement, joy and... did he detect sadness? "Beverly. Can this really be Jack?" he asked as he looked down at the familiar face of his old friend. "I saw him die with my own eyes! How can this be?" "I was going to ask you that question, Jean Luc," said the doctor. "I've already started to run comparisons on the genetic material we have on file. We'll know in a moment." Beverly hesitated as she looked at her patient. "If this IS Jack, then how did he get here? If it isn't Jack, then "I want some answers," Picard said tersely from his seat at the head of the conference table. "Data, tell me about the USS Goddard." "The USS Goddard," began Data, as if someone had suddenly turned him on, "was a Federation science vessel whose last assignment, eight years ago, was a xenological study done on the planet Gamma Hirashi Two and its indigenous life." He turned to address the others seated in the room. "The primary intelligent species on the planet were said to be very helpful in assisting the science teams from the Goddard in the survey, and were formally admitted to the Federation soon thereafter. Unfortunately, the Goddard experienced an unknown systems malfunction while en route out of the Hirashi system; all crewmembers, as well as all ship's logs, were apparently lost." Picard nodded. "Yes, I remember hearing about that. Please continue, Mr. Data." "Yes sir. All Starfleet knows about the destruction of the Goddard is what nominal information was obtained from the Hirashans. Although they denied any part in the incident, the people were said to be deeply affected by the ship's destruction, and in a gesture of goodwill, the government contributed resources toward the building of a new USS Goddard, NCC-9835-A, which has been out of spacedock for just over two years." "What about my husband, Data?" insisted Beverly urgently. "Was Jack ever on board the Goddard?" Data glanced at her. "No, Doctor. Starfleet records show that Lieutenant Crusher served on four active tours of duty including the Stargazer, but none of them were on the Goddard or any other ship devoted primarily to scientific study." "How is your patient, Doctor?" inquired Picard softly. Beverly sighed very slightly and didn't look at him. "He's still unconscious. Aside from minor abrasions and contusions, the only thing I can find wrong with him is an odd neural jump in his nerve endings - kind of like having high blood pressure, only in the nervous system instead of the circulatory system." Picard sat in thought for nearly a full minute before speaking again. "Mr. Data, how long would it take us to reach Gamma Hirashi Two at warp seven?" "Three hours, seven minutes," answered Data immediately. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 23 "Very well. Number One, you have the con - arrange to have the Goddard shuttle brought into Shuttle Bay Two, then take us to the Gamma Hirashi system, warp factor seven. Dr. Crusher, please alert me the minute your...patient regains consciousness. Commander Data, please gather all available information on the mission of the first USS Goddard. Dismissed." The officers stood up and began leaving the room. Riker turned to his captain before exiting, and asked, "Sir, if I may - what will you be doing?" "Pondering, Number One," returned Picard gravely. Lore advanced on the trembling Wesley/Irving amalgamation, grabbing him... them, uh...whatever, by the arm. Just as Lore was attempting to twist off Wesley's head, he heard the boy squeak. "No, Lore! You can't do this!" Wesley was so frightened, even his hair promised to behave. "Oh, but I can, little man!" Lore cooed into his ear. "And I'll derive such pleasure from it, too." "But you need me and I need this wretched boy," Irving reasoned. "We're your best hope for revenge against these petty humans. Do you think you can destroy the whole human race by yourself?" Lore hesitated but kept the boy's head fully immobilized. "I probably could, given enough time. But...you have a point." With that, he released the boy who immediately crumbled in a heap at his feet. Lore looked down his nose with contempt at the figure below him. He would let the creatures do his work for him. Then, when the time was right he would deal with THEM. "As long as you keep this little geek in line, I'll spare his scrawny neck," he said. Wesley/Irving nodded emphatically. "You can start by making him clean up this mess," Lore said as he picked up one of the magazines off the floor. "Disgusting!" he grumbled as he tore out the centerfold of Miss Orion and stuffed it into his shirt. Lore plopped down into a chair and eyed Wesley, still frantically tidying up. "OK, kid. Tell me more about Plan B...." Wesley started to speak when the door chirped. Wesley gulped while Lore raced toward the adjoining bathroom. "C-come in," he croaked. Data entered Wesley's quarters, brightening at seeing the teenager again, particularly since it meant he could keep Wesley out of trouble. "Hello, Wesley. If you have the time, I thought that you might be interested on assisting me with a project assigned to me by the captain." Wesley gaped at Data's appearance. He glanced back at the entrance to the bath, then back at Data. Out of the side of his mouth, Wesley snarled, "Not now, Data! I'm not interested in doing any projects. Okay?" Data tilted his head slightly and examined Wesley's strange behavior. Was it possible he had somehow managed to smuggle a female companion on board the Enterprise? "I do not understand, Wesley. You always seemed to enjoy assisting me when you lived onboard." "Look Data, just leave, okay? I don't want to deal with you right now," hissed Wesley, but it was too late. A voice came floating out of one side of the quarters, as a figure strode into view. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 24 "Well, well, well," sneered Lore. "How I have been waiting for this moment." Alarmed, Data reached for his commbadge, but before he had the chance to say "Data to Security", Lore was suddenly in front of him grabbing his arms. The two struggled for a few seconds. Straining, Data said, "I do not know how you came to be on the Enterprise, but your presence must be reported to Captain Picard." Lore's mouth twisted into his trademark malicious grin. "No, I don't think so, brother." He surprised Data by letting go of one of his arms, and snatching the badge off Data's uniform. "You see, I've progressed past our petty sibling rivalry. I'm going to kill every human on this ship, and your little friend is going to help me." He paused menacingly. "And that's just for starters." Data looked in his brother's eyes, and saw something he hadn't seen before. "The chip," he breathed. "It has caused you to go insane." Lore took advantage of Data's momentary vulnerability, and flung him against the wall. He walked over. "Yet another brilliant innovation by daddy dearest. If he weren't already dead, I'd kill him again." He put his booted foot on top of Data's crumpled form on the floor. "And now, my dear dear brother, since you want so much to be like them, you get to be the first to die." Faster than humanly conceivable, information was whirling through Data's consciousness. Faced with his ultimate rival, he knew that his existence was about to end. Why now, when his brother had spared him twice before? As the pressure from Lore's strong body began to press upon his 'skull', Data watched the store of files in his memory spin in a great vortex brought on by the utter futility of his situation. A tenth of a second went by. He felt his head flatten and elongate under the pressure. Chaos. Another tenth of a second. The information seemed to slow, thicken, lock up. Another tenth. His last thoughts would fix on the odd file that chance picked to set before him. Another tenth, and his skin creaked, preparing to crack. The file! Data mustered up the ability to speak, using this last group of information he was focused on. "Lore... your hair looks particularly silky tonight." The pressure eased up a fraction. Surprise? Or something else? "I am the most fortunate sentient in this sector of the galaxy for having such an attractive relative," continued Data. The pressure stopped. Lore was merely resting his foot on Data's head, though Lore's body was much heavier than a human's. Still in danger, he pressed further. "I have wished you would let me share in your... beauty secrets. The Packled clothing looks so good on you." Data shut up. Do not babble! he thought. The foot was lifted, and a hand reached and sat him up. "Brother!" Lore said, turning his head queriously and looking at him. "I am, curiously, touched by your sentiments." He turned to Irv/Wes. "Go to the bathroom, and bring something to read!" he barked. Irv/Wes jumped, grabbed up some Andorian pinup magazines, and scrambled into the bathroom. Lore turned to Data. In a strange, coy whisper, he said, "You and I are all alone, Data. In all of the universe, you and I are unique. No one understands that. Your chip has given me... loneliness... and despair." He stared into Data's eyes. "Give me more, Data. Give me everything, dear brother." He stroked Data's cheek, while Data smiled crookedly and thought SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 25 that it was a good thing he happened upon a debunked program that would allow him leeway with his brother... but for how long? The chirping sound at the entrance to Bev's quarters rang out for four times before she murmured "come in". Picard stood in the entranceway, staring down at her sitting up in her bed. "I am sorry to disturb you, but I can't get your patient out of my mind. When will he be able to give us some answers?" Bev shook her head. "Soon... I think. I am letting him take his time in recovery, hoping his anomalous symptoms will go away. I will try to revive him before anyone has to beam down to the Hirashans." Picard took in a deep breath, stood there in confusion. What to say? How awkward he felt. Beverly looked up at him. "Jean-Luc... I really don't know how to tell you this, but I can't put it off any more." Her heart jumped as he looked at her quizzically. "Oh, Jean-Luc, I didn't mean you any harm. Or Jack, of course. How could this happen?" she mourned. "I'm.......going to have a baby. Your baby. OUR baby." Jean-Luc heard these words in a vacuum. He wanted to turn and run out of the room, go somewhere alone to digest their meaning. He looked at Beverly. "Harm...me?" he said. "You... I mean I... I mean... it's wonderful!" At this point, violins in the score rose to an impeccable height, humming a sound to make one's heart melt like a chunk of oleo. Jean-Luc sat on the bed, took Beverly's hand, and kissed it, while behind them the stars in the window over them sped past in rainbow hues. With one easy movement, Lore raised Data to a standing position and stood silently gazing into his brother's eyes. "Yes, brother," whispered Lore, "you must share everything with me! And I with you. Think of all the things I can show you!" Lore clasped Data by both arms and veered him toward the bedroom. Data's eyes grew wide but he said nothing, knowing he must play along with his demented sibling in order to survive. Lore pushed his brother down on the bed as he said, "I don't have to be alone any more. We'll share everything! But we'll have to get rid of this first..." He ripped Data's tunic off in one motion before turning toward Wesley's closet. "I need a change of clothes myself. I had that uniform of yours but I couldn't keep it on for another minute. At least I had this change of clothes on board my Pakled ship, but I need to dump them. Pakleds don't smell so hot," he said as he made a face. "And we wear the same size! This will be great!" Lore flung open the closet door to see what he could find. He rifled through the clothing and made a sound of disgust. "There's nothing here but drab cadet clothing! Doesn't that little creep have anything decent?" Data found himself exhaling a breath. Interesting, he thought, since he did not need to breathe. "The clothing replicator is in the corner of the closet," he said finally. "The computer can make any design you wish. I find this most intriguing, Lore. I own no recreational clothing, outside of my Starfleet issued uniform." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 26 "Stick with me, Data," said Lore, as he tossed Data a brightly colored shirt. "I'll show you how to dress. No, no! You don't wear it like that! Here, let me show you." "You definitely have a flair for fashion, Lore," said Data as he examined his new attire. "Pity you waste such talents." "What do you mean, waste?" asked Lore as he donned his new boots. "You spend all of your energies plotting revenge or hiding from the authorities," Data said as he gazed at the reflection of his brother in the mirror. Side by side, the identical androids were virtually indis- tinguishable, save the haunted, unhinged look in the eyes of the 'elder brother.' "Is that the way you wish to live your life, Lore? What there is left of it..." "What are you babbling about now? You know I'll live forever," said Lore as he looked at Data out of the corner of one eye. "Not if you continue in your current endeavor, Lore." "What are you driving at?" said Lore slowly, suddenly on the defensive. Surely, he thought, Data couldn't know about his affiliation with the conspiracy to take over the Enterprise. "Just what do you think you know about my 'current endeavor'?" "I know that you have sworn to 'get even' and that you wish to destroy all humanity for what the colonists did to you. You were not created to destroy, Lore. That is not what Dr. Soong had planned for you." "Soong!" spat Lore in disgust as he plopped down on the corner of the bed. "That old quack didn't have ANYthing planned for me except for a space on some dusty shelf! He disassembled me, remember? He wouldn't even take the time to correct his mistakes. Instead, he created you and left me in pieces. He could have repaired me, but no! He had to listen to those damned busy bodies at the colony! Well, I made them pay...I'll make all of them pay!" Data watched the anger well up again in his brother's glowing eyes. The look on Lore's face made Data stiffen imperceptively. He was on thin ice now. Lore's violent mood swings were something that must be dealt with smoothly, delicately. Drawing on the one program that had reached Lore when he thought everything was over, Data drew near his brother and knelt on the floor before him. "I know how unfair it was of our creator not to repair you. He was wrong." Lore, who had been clenching the blanket in his hands, stopped momentarily, eying his brother in surprise. Data continued, "It was illogical not to deal with your problem before constructing a new android. I should not have been created before you were restored to normal functioning. But I am here, and I am your only hope." "You?" said Lore, caught off guard. "Yes," answered Data. "Dr. Soong is dead and there are no other cyberneticists who understand his theories. Though I, too, am without the full comprehension of his techniques, I believe I am the most qualified to restore you to your full capacity." "Ha!" laughed Lore. "I suppose you'll restore me the way you did your daughter?" Data's brows rose a notch at Lore's astonishing statement. Anticipating his brother's question, Lore spoke up, "Never mind how I knew about Lal. Let's just say I have my sources. I know all about that fiasco. You'll have to do better than that, little brother. I'm not going to let you go poking around inside ME!" SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 27 "I believe I have remedied the cause of Lal's deactivation," continued Data calmly. "Further, I believe that without my help, the chip that you stole from me will cause your destruction. And if the chip does not destroy you, the humans will. You know how I can help you. In turn, you have knowledge and understanding of humans that I lack. You are all alone now, Lore, as am I. Only together can we pursue our lives fully. Will you trust me?" Lore sat in silence as Data knelt patiently before him. Finally, he said in a whisper, "If only it could be...." His eyes, pained, though perfectly sane only moments before, changed suddenly and dramatically. "You want me to be like you! I won't let you do that! I won't be confined to this kind of life, I..." Data, whose hand had been resting on Lore's shoulder, knew that the time for talking had ended. There was no way to reason with Lore while he was in this state. As quickly as the blink of an eye, Data's hand moved down Lore's back and found the object it was seeking. With a small 'click' Lore slumped forward into Data's opened arms. A small smile of satisfaction played across Data's face. "How do _you_ like being turned off, brother?" he said aloud. But the momentary feeling of retribution was replaced by Data's determination to keep his promise to his only living relative. He would repair Lore. At least, he would try... Wesley peeked out from the lavatory in his quarters, having heard everything. Data noticed his movement. "You may come out now, Wesley," Data told him. "Lore has been disabled." The cadet slowly inched out of his hiding place and approached Data, who was examining the still form of his brother android on the floor. "What happened to him, Data? What was all that stuff about?" asked Wesley. "Lore has been made increasingly unstable by a foreign programming chip meant for my systems," answered Data. "But if I can get him to Engineering and explain the situation to the captain, perhaps I can repair his faulty circuits." Data reached down to pick Lore's body up, but was stopped with Wesley grabbed his wrist with a superhuman grip. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Data," said Wesley with a new menacing rasp in his voice. Data looked down at his wrist, then up at Wesley. "Wesley - I do not understand." Wesley nodded. "It's okay," he said. "You won't be destroyed, since you can still be useful to us. But right now, you can't be allowed to interfere." With startling speed, Wesley's other hand reached out and turned Data's off switch. Data slumped to the floor on top of Lore. Wesley looked at heap of turned-off androids. Now all he had to do was make sure he could tell them apart. An ancient Terran chant came out of Wesley's lips, borrowed by Irving as an appropriate response to the situation. "Eeenie meenie miny moe" Irving repeated. The situation did not change. "How could you get them confused?" Wes echoed to Irving. "And what are you going to do with them?" SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 28 "Stack them in the closet, of course," Irving replied. "Stop distracting me. When you distract me, things like this happen. I'll have to store them somewhere until I find a way to restrain them during... convincing Lore that his position is wrong, while making Data another ally of us." Wes/Irv grimaced with the weight of each android as he dragged them into the closet. Even with enhanced strength, he had to be careful not to crack any bones from over-use. He bent their knees so that both were curled in the corner of the closet with the replicator. "Now back to our plan," Irving said, glowering. "But Lore IS a major part of the plan!" wailed Wesley. "How can we proceed without him? He'll have to be reactivated! The problem is, now I can't tell them apart..." "Stupid child!" growled Irving. "You were supposed to be paying attention to that! It was all I could do to muster some strength into your scrawny body to carry them to the closet!" Irving swore to himself to get even with High Command for assigning him to this incompetent. "We'll have to proceed without Lore for now until you can find a way to discern one android from the other. I never did think working with that android was a good idea. It's too unpredictable." "You mean 'he,'" Wesley offered helpfully. "He's a 'he,' not an 'it.'" "Don't start humanizing a machine, brat," grumbled Irving. "You'd better not be getting sentimental on me. Not now. We're wasting time....we have to get to Sickbay to implement the next phase. Come on..." Jack Crusher let out a slight groan. Beverly rushed over to his sickbed. She put her hand on his cheek and shook very gently, keeping one eye on his readings. "Jack," she said softly. "Jack, it's me, Beverly." Jack's eyes opened, and lolled a bit, straining to stay open. "Beverly," he murmured. "Jack, you're going to be all right. You're on the Enterprise, with me," she said, fighting to keep tears back. She still had no idea how her dead husband came to be here, but for the moment, she decided to buy into the illusion or impostor, if that's what he was. The man's eyes gradually focused on her. "Beverly. How did you get here?" Beverly laughed despite herself. "That's a question I should be asking you - and I will, once I convince myself I'm not dreaming. How do you feel?" "Lousy," replied Jack weakly. "I ache all over." "That's normal for what you've got," said Beverly. "I'm going to tell Captain Picard you're awake now." She raised her hand to tap her communicator, but Jack grabbed her hand with a sudden start. "Jean-Luc Picard?" he asked. "Here?" She nodded. "That's right. You're on the Enterprise." Jack shook his head violently. "You don't understand. One of the last things I remember was watching Picard die. I saw it happen." Beverly looked at Jack in horror. She was about to reply when without warning, she felt the fetus in her twist violently, not just normal movement. She backed up into a medical panel, clutching her abdomen. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 29 "Beverly, what is it?" Jack said. "Help! Anyone!" he yelled, turning his head to see a teenaged boy standing in the door. On the bridge, Picard was growing increasingly edgy, and it wasn't just because of the Jack Crusher mystery. There seemed to be a multi- faceted air of tension all over the ship, and Picard had the dread feeling that something was horribly wrong. Worf broke the silence with his resonating tenor. "Approaching the Gamma Hirashi system, Captain." "Thank you, Lieutenant," replied Picard. "What do our sensors pick up, Mr. Seleman?" Ensign Seleman tapped at a few of his ops controls, then responded. "There are two vessels in the area, sir. One of them appears to be firing on the other." "Confirmed," came Worf's acknowledgement. "Both of the ships are Federation," he added with surprise. Riker whirled to face Worf's tactical station. "What?" "Hail both starships, Lieutenant," barked Picard crisply. "Aye sir," he responded. "They are ignoring our hails." "Can we get a read on either one of the ship's registry?" asked Riker. "Yes, Commander. Coming into visual range now." "On screen," ordered Picard. The star system burst into view, with a distant battle being fought off in the distance. "One of the ships is NCC-9835. USS Goddard," said Worf with considerable surprise in his voice yet again. "That's impossible," insisted Riker. "That ship was destroyed eight years ago." "It seems that rumors of its demise may have been exaggerated, Number One," said Picard, staring intently at the viewscreen. "Enlarge the view." The view enlarged, and the outlines of the ships became clearer. The Goddard, a Nebula-class science vessel, was being battered by phaser fire from the larger ship. "That's a Galaxy-class ship," declared Seleman. Picard stood up and approached the screen. "Registry, Mr. Worf," he said, eyes not wavering. Worf checked his readings, and then checked them again. He took a breath before speaking. "This is not possible," he muttered. "My readings indicate that the other ship is NCC-1701-D. USS Enterprise." "My God," said Picard. At that moment, the smaller ship exploded in a cloud of fire, destroyed by the larger one. As glowing particles of the smaller ship sped out in all directions, Guinan dropped a patron's drink and slumped to the floor, curled up in a fetal position, and trembled as though in a fever. People crowded around her, one pausing to page Sick Bay. No response came to the page. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 30 "No, no....this shouldn't be!" she mumbled as her eyes rolled. Those gathered around her shook their heads in confusion at her barely audible moaning. They tried to comfort her as best they could, but they could not give her the help she needed. She uttered one final word before she lost consciousness: "Picard." "Mom! Somebody help us!" yelped the boy as he rushed to her side. Beverly was pale and unconscious. "Help me get her off the floor," he said to the nurse who had responded to his cry. Irving struggled for control of the boy's body, but Wesley's concern for his mother blocked his efforts. Wesley ignored the man lying on the bed nearby, too intent on trying to understand the tomographic readings visible on the screen before him. Plainly visible was a fetus, obviously in distress. Wesley and Jack gasped simultaneously at the sight of it. It was only then that their eyes met. Jack tried to take it all in: the sight of his grown son, Beverly's collapse, the fetus on the monitor before him...it was all too much. Somehow, he managed to struggle off the bed and started toward Beverly's side. As he approached, the condition of the fetus worsened. Alarms sounded as the unborn child contorted in Beverly's womb. Captain Jean Luc Picard sank slowly to his chair as he watched the last of the particles left from the explosion of the USS Goddard twinkle past the view screen. "Mr. Worf, continue to hail the....the Enterprise," he said finally. "Monitor their every move." "Aye, Sir," snapped the Klingon as he continued to hail the ship that should not have been there. Worf eyed the sensor read out intently, daring the other Enterprise to make a move without his knowledge. Suddenly he barked out, "Captain, the vessel has changed course and is on an intercept course with our own." Picard did not need to be told this. The feeling of dread that had only tickled his spine just moments before was now overwhelming him. The lights seemed to dim as the bridge swirled around him. Riker leapt to his captain's side as Picard slumped to the floor. O'Brien strode down the corridor and stopped just outside the door to Data's quarters. Odd...the door was wide open. O'Brien stepped through the doorway, calling Data's name. He was met only by Spot's mewing. The cat was so happy to see someone, it happily ran figure-8's around and around O'Brien's legs, purring contentedly all the while. "Hello, Spot! You act like you're lonely. Where IS Data, anyway?" he said more to himself than to the cat. O'Brien tapped his comm badge and spoke, "O'Brien to Lt. Cmdr. Data." No answer. Frowning, O'Brien then asked the computer for his friend's location. "Lt. Cmdr. Data is in the guest quarters of Wesley Crusher," the computer voice intoned. "Hm. Wouldn't be a bad idea to pay Wesley a visit," he thought. "I'll catch up with both of them that way." Off he went through the doorway, unaware that Spot had slipped through the opening on his way out. A few moments later, O'Brien arrived at Wesley's quarters. His hail was unanswered. "Something funny going on here," he said aloud and fiddled with the panel to the side of the door. It swooshed open to reveal an SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 31 empty room. O'Brien noticed a pile of clothing in the corner. For any normal teenager's room, this would be nothing special. But Wesley was always neat. Too neat. O'Brien stepped over to the pile of clothes and saw that it was Data's uniform. Alarmed, he slapped his comm badge again and discovered Wesley's last known location: Sickbay. Surely, Wesley would know what happened. Why wasn't HE answering his hail? Had everyone disappeared? O'Brien notified Security to meet him in Sickbay and rushed out of the room, the doors closing behind him. Spot meowed forlornly at being deserted in a strange room. He quickly busied himself exploring his new surroundings, as cats will do. He soon spied the partially open door of Wesley's closet and squirmed inside. Much to his delight, he found his master and....another. Spot jumped on top of the slumped androids, purring and rubbing against them happily. His paw accidently touched the switch on the back of one of the prone figures. A pair of yellow eyes fluttered open and a pale hand reached for the cat curled up nearby. The android picked up Spot and rose to his feet. He petted the cat, who purred contently in return. "Thank you, my furry friend. And now we must deal with my android brother and the trouble he has caused me." He smiled, but whether it was in benevolence or menace, Spot could not tell. In Sickbay, the Enterprise's expert team of medical personnel had managed to stabilize Beverly Crusher's condition. Dr. Selar, who was summoned from her quarters, shook Beverly's still form gently. "Doctor," she said. "Doctor Crusher." Beverly's eyes fluttered as she came to. "Selar," she breathed weakly, recognizing her number two. "My baby, how is it?" "The fetus is in stable condition. Both you and it were overcome by some kind of unusual nerve seizure. Dr. Hill believes that the seizures were simultaneous, rather than one causing the other." Selar paused, then beckoned to someone out of Beverly's line of sight. "There is someone who wants to see you, Doctor." Wesley walked up to the bed, and smiled at his mother. "Hi, mom." Beverly smiled back. "Wesley." The cadet held up a small medical specimen pouch with between two gingerly raised fingers. "When you're on your feet again, you might want to take a look at this." Inside the bag was the crumpled form of an alien parasite who had finally vacated his despised host. Wesley looked inside as if to make sure it was still there. "I stomped on it with my foot," he told Selar. "Indeed," responded Selar. Something suddenly caused Beverly to stir somewhat. "My God, I just remembered," he said. Selar and Wesley leaned in. "What is it, mom?" asked the boy. "Jack? What happened to Jack?" she asked, struggling to get up. Selar and Wesley looked at each other, puzzled. "Jack?" they said in unison. Selar shrugged, taking the bad from Wesley's hands and running a tricorder on it. "Fascinating," she murmured. "You appear to have crushed SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 32 it sufficiently to make it immobile, but it is still... barely alive. It will be an interesting subject for study. Until it's mother host carrier is clear of the infection, I believe it will remain alive for a time." Inside Irving's consciousness, part of him felt through the agony that it was definitely better than staying with the boy. Lieutenant Jack Crusher bravely limped through the corridors of an Enterprise he had decided was NOT the one he knew. The crew's uniforms were all different, for one thing. Another thing was that Sickbay seemed to be in a different location than on the Columbia-class starships he was accustomed to. And Beverly... there was something different about Beverly. He hobbled into a turbolift and leaned against the interior wall. "Main bridge," he instructed the computer, and after a short ride, the doors opened. He stepped onto the bridge. Somehow it didn't surprise him that the bridge was all different. There was a Klingon at tactical, the position he was used to seeing filled by the genial Romulan expatriate Lt. Nordan. The arrangement of the stations was different; the lighting was a bit brighter. Only two things surprised him: seeing Jean-Luc Picard in command, and seeing the Enterprise, *his* Enterprise, on the main viewscreen. "Captain Picard," he said. Picard, tensely standing in front of the screen, whirled, as did Riker. Upon seeing Jack, Picard stared for a brief moment, unsure of what to say. Jack used the moment to speak again. "Permission to come aboard, sir." Picard and Riker looked at each other, and the captain nodded slowly. "Permission granted, lieutenant. Please, have a seat." Jack took a chair to the left of the captain, but didn't sit. "The ship in front of us has just destroyed a science vessel we thought to be already destroyed nine years ago," Picard told him, eyes still leveled at him as if trying to ascertain his identity. "Can you shed any light on what we may be facing... Lieutenant?" Jack nodded. "I think so, Captain. I need to speak to the captain of the other Enterprise." Picard nodded. "Open a channel, Mr. Worf." "Aye sir." Worf entered the necessary commands. "Attention... Enterprise," said Picard unsteadily. "We have someone here who would like to speak with you, and whom we believe you would like to see as well." The viewscreen flashed, and the next view was of the interior of a ship which Picard found familiar, yet completely different. Sitting in the chair was a man whom Picard almost didn't recognize. The hair was a little longer, and the uniform was totally different, but there was no mistaking him. It was Data. The android turned, and proceeded to quickly ascertain that Wesley/Irving wasn't in the room anymore. "That brat!" he thought. "He must have put us in this closet." He looked down at his brother. What to do? The options were simple; turn him back on or go on with his plans. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 33 Yes, Data must have turned him off; how could he do that? Or was turn-about fair play? And then there was Data's promise to help him. Another lie? Was his brother intending to leave him on another shelf... an exhibit of 'parts', lifeless? Lore looked down at his brother's lifeless form curled in the closet. Rage filled him for an instant at the thought of being disassembled, reduced to separate components again. Then he heard a sound... the cat! It purred, rubbed against Data's quiescent body. "That creature... loves him," Lore thought. "Nothing... ever... loved me." Perhaps it was envy, hope, some strange effect of the alien chip that caused him so much difficulty to focus on a subject or form sentences without effort, but a golden hand reached around his brother's back and flipped a familiar switch. Data's eyes flew open and he straightened. After a moment of disorien- tation, Data peered into the golden eyes of his brother standing over him. Wary, Data immediately sprang to his feet. "You were not the one who deactivated me," said Data, looking around the cabin. "Where is Wesley?" "You're welcome, Lore," smirked the brother. "Do someone a favor and you don't even get a nod or a pat on the back! On second thought, don't come anywhere *near* my back..." Data studied Lore's face, looking intently for any signs of instability. Surprisingly, Lore appeared quite calm. "Why did you re-activate me, Lore? You and Wesley could have carried out your plan without my interference." "That little cretin turned on me and down I went! I knew he couldn't be trusted... Of course, I trusted you and look what *you* did." "I had to deactivate you, Lore," reasoned his brother. "You were in an uncontrollable state and..." "I know, I know," interrupted Lore. "I'm having more and more difficulty controlling myself these days. It's this damned chip, Data! I...I need help. Maybe you _are_ the one who could do something about it." Lore paced the floor as he continued, "I thought I'd never need anyone. I don't WANT to need anyone..." Data placed a hand on Lore's arm. "I promised I would help you and I will. We should proceed to my cybernetics lab as soon as possible." Data opened the door to Wesley's quarters and peered out into the corridor. Quickly, they made their way to Data's lab, miraculously without detection. As Data led Lore into his lab he spoke, "The emotions chip which was meant for me seems to have amplified your emotional responses and increases your instability. It needs to be removed as soon as possible." Lore looked at Data warily, but he knew he was right. The chip had not repaired him as he had hoped. "Get it over with," he said, shrugging. The procedure was simple and quick. Lore felt an odd sensation: a mixture of relief and....loss. He and Data looked down at the tiny chip held in Data's hand. Here could lie Data's future, if he chose it. "But not now...not yet," Data thought to himself. "Mom! Wait!" yelped Wesley, as he grabbed the bag containing Irving from Selar's grasp. "I think these parasites may have something to do with all this!" Wesley's memories of the past few hours were hazy at best, but somehow he thought the parasite was the key. "We've got to show this to the captain." Wesley helped his mother into the turbolift. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 34 "Bridge," said Beverly in a weak but determined voice. Selar watched her patient's progress toward the turbolift with a shake of her head. She had tried to stop Beverly, knowing that it was a waste of time. "Humans..." she mumbled under her breath, with a lift of one brow. Then, Worf burst into the room just as Guinan was being wheeled in on a gurney from Ten Forward, complaining loudly. "I keep telling you I'm all right!" she grumbled to her attendants. "Let me off of this thing!" Selar tried to calm her as best she could while Worf barraged the doctor with questions about Data and Wesley. "Data and Wesley...yes!" said Guinan as she shrugged off Selar. Straightening her hat, Guinan burst out of the room mumbling something about talking with Picard. Worf and Selar just looked at each other. The unfamiliar Data, staring at Picard from the bridge of the other Enterprise, tilted his head very slightly. "Intriguing," he said. "Greetings, Captain Picard... Commander Riker." Picard stared back, refusing to let his gaze waver. The other-dimensional Jack Crusher stood at his side, also staring, but in determination, not in confusion. Before either of them could find words, the other Data spoke again. "I regret that we do not have the time to become acquainted, Captain. The gate to our own universe is only temporary, and we are on an urgent security mission for our Federation. Lieutenant Crusher is a fugitive from Starfleet, and I must insist that you return him to us immediately." Physically, he resembled Picard's android second officer, but in some unmistakable way, he was also very different. This was a Data who was familiar with command. As Picard's eyes searched him, he realized that this Data had a kind of roughness over him. A not quite human level of haggardness, the stress was there nonetheless, and it was an intimately familiar feeling to Picard; he found himself thinking of the Stargazer. He's battle-weary, Picard thought. My God, what have they done to him over there? "Captain Data", Picard said, trying to make the words sound natural and failing, "I would like nothing more than to assist you in this matter. Unfortunately, the circumstances under which we came to find Lieutenant Crusher demand that we learn more information before taking any action." "I see," said the ersatz Data. "I am sorry." Turning his head only a fraction of an inch, he issued an order to an unseen crewman: "Weapons officer, lock full phasers on the other Enterprise and prepare to fire." At that moment, Beverly Crusher entered the bridge. She stopped just outside the doors when she saw the other Enterprise on the screen and when she noticed the muting tension in the air. "Wait!" interrupted Jack Crusher. He turned to Picard. "I will beam over." "Lieutenant..." began Picard dangerously. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 35 "Captain Picard, this is a decision I must make. I don't belong here." Jack looked at the viewscreen. "Captain Data, I request a few minutes to explain some things to Picard. After I am through, I will willingly transport to the Enterprise." Data paused very slightly, as if in contemplation. The very act of Data stopping to think was uncomfortably foreign to Picard. "Very well," said Captain Data. "You have five minutes." Jack turned back to Picard and said, "I don't have the time to fill you in on all the details of what's going on in my universe, Captain. But I will say this much. The life we have is filled with struggle and anxiety, in which people's loyalties are twisted and their hopes dimmed. I...don't hold out a lot of hope for the times ahead. Please realize what a wonderful and miraculous existence you have here." "What happened to the USS Goddard?" asked Picard softly. "About nine years ago," Jack explained, "an unusual quantum-level distortion appeared in the vicinity of the Goddard in our universe. The Goddard was pulled by something resembling an enormous tractor beam or force field. The field pulled the Goddard into the rift, and Starfleet sent another ship to investigate. They determined that the rift led to an alternate universe, but they also discovered that the Goddard hadn't made it all the way through - that it was stuck in between dimensions." "So it appears that someone - either the Gamma Hirashans or someone else - intended to replace the destroyed Goddard from this universe with a duplicate from another dimension," said Picard thoughtfully. "Not exactly the way I'd go about making amends," said Riker. "If it was the Hirashans, they used a power that the Federation never knew they possessed." "Indeed, Number One," Picard replied. "However it happened, though, the transfer must have been a failure, and the Hirashans apparently felt forced to resort to merely paying for the Goddard with their own world's resources, covering up knowledge of their failed attempt to replace it. Please continue, Lieutenant." Jack nodded. "Nine years passed, and finally, through some unknown means, the Goddard escaped the rift and emerged on your side. Our Enterprise was sent to retrieve it." Here he paused, and shifted uncomfortably. "I.. took the opportunity to leave the Enterprise unauthorized, and beamed over to the Goddard. I hoped to find asylum in this dimension. The Enterprise engaged the Goddard in battle, and I escaped in a shuttlecraft." "I see," said Picard. "There are still a great many questions which I wish you could answer." He emitted a small sigh. "I realize that, sir," answered Jack. "But you can understand why I can't. I must return to my ship, and my universe, to face the consequence of my actions." There was a movement at the aft of the bridge, and for the first time, Jack noticed Beverly's presence. She walked down to face him. "I have to go," Jack said. Beverly nodded slowly, numbly. "I know," she said in a barely audible whisper. "I'm not the same Jack Crusher you know," he said, as if trying to make one last explanation. Despite herself, Beverly smiled. "I never even got the chance to get to know you." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 36 Jack smiled back. "You saved my life. I won't forget that." He turned to Picard. "Request permission to leave the ship, sir." Picard nodded gravely. "Permission granted, Lieutenant. Bridge to transporter room, prepare to lock onto Mr. Crusher's signal and transport him to the other Enterprise." "Aye, sir," came the transmitted reply. "Captain," interjected Riker. He was about to make a formal complaint, but found that all he could say was, "I object to this." "Noted, Number One," said Picard not unsympathetically. "Energize, Mr. O'Brien." The blue shimmer of the transporter engulfed Jack Crusher and removed him from the bridge of the Enterprise. After briefly confirming the transfer, the commanding Data on the other ship spoke to Picard. "Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your assistance. Data out." The screen winked out, and the alternate Enterprise left the area. At tactical, Worf reported the departure of the other ship. "Shall I lay in a course of pursuit, sir?" he inquired, as if expecting automatic approval. "No, Lieutenant," said Picard, still staring out at the void. "Let them go." The other Enterprise vanished from sight, but whether it was the dimensional rift or just distance, Picard couldn't tell. He sat down in the center seat. "Captain," said Riker, who sat down also. "We don't know what they're going to do to him." "Agreed. But we can't let ourselves assume responsibility for another universe. We must allow them to chart their own fate." He thought for a moment about the other Data. "I don't know who the villains are in this story, Number One, or indeed if there is a perceivable course of moral action. What I do know is that we must let men like Captain Data and Lieutenant Crusher discover that for themselves." Mentioning the name Crusher seemed to jar him for a second, and he looked up at Beverly, who was still standing. "Are you going to be alright, Doctor?" he asked. She nodded slowly. "Yes, Captain." She sat down in the remaining chair. "You know," she reflected. "Seeing that other Jack didn't really cause me pain. I knew that he was a different person, almost from the moment I laid eyes on him. But seeing his bravery... his conviction... it caused me to cherish Jack's memory even more." Picard glanced at her. "Sometimes, Doctor, the memory of a loved one can be the healing of the very emptiness that created it." She nodded, and looked down, smiling wistfully. "Wesley never even got a chance to meet him. He missed both Jacks." Picard smiled, and said to the helmsman, "Set course for Starbase 28." "Aye sir." "Engage." "It's a shame that Wesley never knew his real father either," Beverly remarked. "What?" In the chorus of "What?" was the squeaky sound of Wesley's voice as he stepped a little out of the turbolift where he had waited when he saw the other Data (or possibly Lore) on the viewscreen. Dr. Crusher turned, SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 37 walking towards her son, to put an arm around his shoulder and guide him back on the turbolift. "Never mind," she said nonchalantly, and bent to Wesley's ear. "I'll explain later," she whispered as her thoughts drifted back to med school days and a much older, special doctor who taught her about more than medicine. Meanwhile, in Ten Forward, Guinan stared down any curious patrons and tried to get her bar back in order after the Ensign Bimbo-of-the-week who had took her place had been 'dismissed', so to speak. Ensign Grant from engineering leaned over with a quizzical look in his eye. "Come on, Guinan," he muttered. "Out with it. You look ready to strangle an Orion slaver." She smiled. "Grant, I love being on this ship, except every other week they're flying though some time/space hole and it gives me awful indigestion. Only I DON'T want my internal... problems the talk of the crew. It's... personal, y'know?" Grant laughed. "Understood. Give me another one of these... whaddaya- callits. Tastes like... ground up cockroaches." Guinan nodded. "Who told you my secret ingredient?" Wesley started to say something to his mother as she turned toward the turbolift, but was interrupted by Worf. "What is THIS?!" growled the security officer as he snatched the bag containing Irving out of the boy's hand. "Uh...oh! That! Uh...that's..." "This is one of the creatures involved in the Starfleet conspiracy several years ago. How did you come to have it in your possession, Wesley?" Worf rumbled. "It's a long story, Worf," said the cringing cadet. "Most of it I don't even remember... But I do know that it's no longer a threat. This one was their contact and as you can see, it's not in a condition to contact much of anything." The smashed Irving, who still wore the imprint of Wesley's boot heel, sighed silently. "Who else was involved in this?" growled the Klingon, his voice rattling Wesley's teeth. "Uh...nobody!" squeaked Wesley. "At least I don't think so..." "You will have plenty of time to remember the details, boy." Worf turned his attention to the captain. "Sir! Permission to use your ready room for the interrogation!" Picard nodded his agreement and said with a wry smile, "Try to be gentle, Mr. Worf." "As always, Sir," came the Klingon's sardonic reply. Meanwhile, in the cybernetics lab, Data continued to stare at the emotion chip still cradled in his hand. Lore finally broke the silence. "Well...what are you waiting for, Data? An engraved invitation? You've got the chip. Do something with it!" Data looked up from his reverie to reply, "This can wait, Lore. You still have not told me about your involvement with the parasite creatures. There seems to be a new conspiracy here and you are in the middle of it." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 38 Lore slouched lower in his chair as he answered with a lift of his shoulders, "What conspiracy? I saw a chance to get even, that's all. I thought those creatures could help me gain my revenge, but they're as inept as humans. Besides, that's not important now. You have your chip and good riddance! I feel in control of myself again, so I guess it's time for me to bid you adieu." "Not so fast, Lore," said Data as he gently but firmly pushed Lore back into the chair. "There is still much to do about your condition." "Ohhh no! You're not going to do any more poking around inside me, Data. You've done enough as it is!" exclaimed Lore. Softening, he added, "Look. Don't think I'm not grateful for what you've done. I'm glad to be rid of that chip. Taking it was a mistake...in more ways than one..." Lore's eyes lost their focus as he remembered Soong's lab. "Lore, I promised to attempt to repair you. I intend to keep that promise," said Data softly. Lore looked up at his brother and smiled. "I know you do, brother, but there just isn't time. Do you think you can hide me in this lab indefinitely?" he said with a wave of his hand. "Soon I'll be discovered. Considering the things I've done to your precious Starfleet, they'll disassemble me. I won't let that happen again," he said dangerously. Data knew that Lore was right. Grasping at any idea that might offer a solution, he offered, "If you give yourself up voluntarily, I am sure they will show leniency." Speaking faster and faster, Data seemed to be trying to convince himself more than Lore. "You would end up as a great asset to Starfleet. I could oversee the repairs and help with your training and..." Lore shook his head and backed away. "Data, you can't be that naive! They wouldn't let you have anything to do with it, no matter what your level of cybernetics expertise. I'd be a new toy for their amusement. They could do anything with me they wish, without your interference. Those idiots would probably botch the job and I'd end up some mindless chunk of metal." Lore sighed and looked deep into his brother's eyes. "Besides, Data, even if you could conduct repairs with Starfleet's blessings, it still wouldn't work. You're assuming I want the same kind of life you do. I don't." "Lore," began Data, "how could you want a life without purpose? Why would you choose the life of a fugitive?" "Because I'm free, Data. I'm not confined to rules and regulations like you. True, I'd rather not have to look over my shoulder the rest of my life and maybe one day I'll be prepared to come to terms with Starfleet, but not yet. I'm not ready to be owned by the Federation." Data started to interrupt him, but Lore waved him off, knowing what he was going to say. "Yes, OWNED, Data. Just like you. As I told you before, I know all about what happened to Lal. How much input did you have in that situation? None. I can't live that kind of life, brother. I can't stay here and I know you can't go with me. Starfleet has become too much a part of you." Data opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He could not refute Lore's view of their situation. Data felt a strange sensation, not unlike what he felt when Admiral Haftel wanted to take Lal from him. He knew he had a responsibility to Starfleet concerning Lore, but his responsibility to Lore was there as well. What was he to do? SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 39 Lore didn't give Data time to come to a decision. He grasped Data's shoulder and said softly, "I will not forget this, brother." He flipped his thumbnail and was about to press the button that would activate the transporter on his vessel, still cloaked nearby. "Take care of yourself, Lore," said Data, resigned to the situation. With a curl at the corner of his mouth, Lore winked and was gone in a shimmer of particles. Data stepped through the open doors of the turbolift, onto the carpeted floor of the bridge. Picard watched him carefully as Data took his seat at OPS. "Data, is everything all right?" asked the captain, concerned. "Fine, Captain," said the android as he turned to face his superior officer. Captain Picard couldn't help but shiver slightly at the look he had seen on Data's face a moment before. It was the same haggard expression he had seen on the android captain of that other Enterprise. Yet, now that look was gone, replaced by the innocent, bland expression Data usually wore. "I see," said the captain. "Well...carry on." "Must be my imagination," thought Picard to himself. Worf exited the captain's ready room with an unhappy expression and an equally unhappy Wesley Crusher in tow. Worf turned to the boy and said brusquely, "You are confined to your quarters until further notice, Cadet." Wesley's head drooped. "Yes, sir," he said, and slinked off into the turbolift. "A problem, Mr. Worf?" asked Picard curiously. "Yes, sir," answered Worf immediately. He considered a moment, and then said, "No sir. The situation is under control. I will have a full report for you next shift." "Of course, Lieutenant. At your earliest convenience." Picard's eyes narrowed as he looked at the doctor, who's face offered no new insight. "Doctor, may I speak with you privately?" Beverly nodded submissively, and the two entered the ready room. Riker took the center seat. "Now what do you suppose all that was about?" he wondered aloud. Data turned from his station and answered, even though the question was meant for no one in particular. "I cannot be certain, but it is possible that the captain wishes to question Dr. Crusher concerning her pregnancy." All eyebrows on the bridge raised simultaneously. "Pregnancy?" demanded Riker. "Dr. Crusher is pregnant?" His brow furrowed in worry as he began counting back the months to Ambassador Odan's visit. "How far along?" "Approximately four months, seventeen days. That is a rough estimate, of course." "Of course." Riker was relieved; the estimate fell during his time of shore leave between missions. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 40 "Commander," rumbled Worf, "We are receiving a message from the USS Chennault, which is on an intercept course. They wish to transfer a visitor." "A visitor?" queried Riker. "We aren't scheduled for any such transfer." Worf checked his station again. "The visitor is a retired Starfleet admiral, sir - and he refuses to beam over." Riker sighed. "Alert Shuttle Bay Two." "Beverly," said Picard softly, after he had replicated two glasses of tea, "I know you're pregnant, and that you and I are going to have to figure out what we're going to do about it. But for right now, I would very much like to know what information you have concerning Wesley's father." Beverly sat down, troubled. "Jean-Luc, I.. well, I don't want you to think that I'm loose or anything -" "Oh no, never that," the captain was quick to interject. "Well, there was this man who was one of my instructors at the Academy.. It was my last year, and Jack had just been commissioned as an Ensign." She sipped her tea, and seemed reluctant to go on. "This teacher and I, we... we had a relationship." "I see," murmured Picard. "Where is this man now?" "I'm not sure," replied Beverly. "I haven't seen him since he visited the Enterprise over four years ago." "And you're absolutely certain that this man is Wesley's father?" asked Picard. "Well... reasonably certain." Beverly shifted in her seat. Picard took a breath. "Are you going to tell Wesley?" Before the doctor could answer, the captain's commbadge chirped, and Will Riker's voice was transmitted from the adjacent room. "Riker to Captain." Picard tapped it. "Yes, go ahead Number One." "Sorry to bother you, Captain, but we have an unusual visitor on board." Picard sat up straight. "A visitor? Why wasn't I notified?" "Well, I knew that you were in a private conference, so I tried to hold back until the admiral had arrived. He's on his way to the bridge now, sir." "The 'admiral'? Understood, Commander." Picard rose, as did Beverly. "We'd better see who this 'visitor' is." Beverly and Picard entered the bridge from the ready room just as one of the aft turbolift doors swished open. The man who emerged was old, wrinkled, and being assisted by a young gold-uniformed ensign, but still had the twinkle in his eyes of a young deer. Picard blinked and stepped forward. "Admiral McCoy," he said, not bothering to hide the surprise in his voice, but before he could continue with a formal greeting, he heard Beverly's voice behind him squeak, "Leonard?" Admiral Leonard H. McCoy, retired, hobbled slowly toward the couple. "Captain," he greeted tersely. He turned his eyes onto the doctor, whereupon they softened like melted candy. "Beverly," he said warmly. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 41 Beverly tried to avoid smiling, but couldn't suppress it. "Len - er, I mean Admiral. What are you doing here?" "Well, I heard about your pregnancy, and I decided that I couldn't wait any longer to talk to you. I'm an old man. And there's something you need to know." McCoy looked Beverly up and down. She blushed slightly. "How did you find out?" hissed Beverly, after a quick glance around the bridge. At that moment, Data turned. McCoy looked at him gratefully, and said, "Let's just say that I've been keeping in touch with your android friend here ever since we met four years ago." Picard intruded, justifiably he thought. "Admiral, forgive me - but Dr. Crusher has told me of your... 'relationship' ". McCoy's eyes snapped back to Picard. "Yes, yes. I'm getting to that." He looked at Beverly as the whole bridge watched. "How's Wes?" he asked curiously. "He's fine," responded Beverly unsurely. "Good," said McCoy. "I'm glad. But I need to tell you something, and it's something I should've told you way back then." Beverly nodded impatiently but reassuringly. "Yes, Leonard - I know. I know that you're Wesley's father." "No," said McCoy, determinedly. "No I'm not. That's what I wanted to tell you." "What?" said Beverly. Her world seemed to spin a bit. McCoy reached out a hand to steady her. "I know you've been thinking that all these years, Beverly, that I was the father. And I want you know that what we shared goes beyond words, and that I'll never forget it. But I am NOT Wesley's father." "How do you know?" she whispered. "I had an operation," he explained simply. "It was a long time ago. Beverly, you don't know how it feels being treated as a hero. After I returned to Earth from the Enterprise's first five-year mission, well... I was the most popular doctor in the galaxy. Everyone wanted a piece of me - of all of us." He paused, as the memories slowly dripped back. "Women by the dozens wanted to have my baby. Well, I couldn't fight them off - so I had the treatment. Most of us did." He chuckled. "Of course, some of us had the process reversed later," he said, thinking particularly of his legendary captain, "but I never did. I'm sorry that you never knew." Beverly shook her head wistfully. "You know, I think I really did know, deep down. It's all coming back to me now," she said, smiling. "I did wonder why Wesley was three months late." Then a thought seemed to strike her. "If it wasn't you, then..." She looked up at McCoy, questioningly. "Don't ask me," said McCoy. "We both know it wasn't Jack. Where were you three months after graduation?" Suddenly Beverly's eyes widened in enlightenment. "I remember! Now I know who it was!" "It was me, wasn't it... Beverly?" said a voice. Beverly turned around. Riker approached her and put his hands on her shoulders. "You never knew it was me." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 42 "You?" said Beverly, with a most confused expression. "But I -" "Don't you remember?" said Riker. "We were in the same graduating class at the Academy, although we didn't know each other until we were transferred. The USS Kinkaid. It was my first transfer - *our* first transfer." He smiled. "It *had* to have been me. You were pregnant with Wesley only a few months later." "It would explain many things," muttered Worf from the aft bridge. Beverly pushed herself away from Riker very slightly, smiling at the absurdity of it all. "Will, you may not believe this, but I am sure - I am *positive* - that you weren't the father." Riker blinked. "How can you be so sure?" Beverly grinned at him. "Come on, Will. It was my first starship assignment...I was a young intern... I *expected* to, well, you know." Riker still looked confused. Beverly pinched his arm, and spoke again. "I used *protection*," she said. "Ah," said Riker. He wasn't quite sure what else to say. "Then who?" Still smiling, Beverly walked up to the Ops station at the front of the bridge. Data turned in his seat, puzzled. "Data?" she inquired softly. "You were designed to be *fully* functional, correct?" "That is correct, Doctor," replied Data, still uncertain at what she was getting at. "And am I correct in guessing that your design also includes... reproduction?" Beverly leaned down and stared into his yellow eyes. Data glanced around. "That is also correct," he murmured. "It is a little known fact, but Dr. Soong did supplement my systems with a reproduction mechanism which operates similiar to the human male prostate gland. It is designed to release a series of micro- genetically engineered cyber-cells, which are programmed with the information usually found in human chromozomes." He turned to the others on the bridge, who were suddenly incredibly interested. "The process is theoretically quite similiar to human reproduction." "Well I'll be damned," said McCoy, grinning. "Data, you son-of-a- gun." Riker looked quite lost. "Now let me get this straight, Doctor. Are you saying that Data... and you...." Beverly nodded. "It was a routine mission on the Omicron Theta colony, not long before the Crystalline Entity attacked," she said. "The Kinkaid's chief medical officer was ordered to help treat a fever outbreak among the colonists. I was part of the team; we stayed about a week." She massaged Data's shoulder affectionately. "And that's when I met Data. At the time, I had no idea he could, well, reproduce." Data stared in one direction for a couple of seconds, and then another. He looked up at Beverly. "Doctor, while I do have a personal record of the USS Kinkaid's visit to Omicron Theta, I regretfully do not possess such a record of ever having met you. I am afraid you are mistaken." Beverly tilted her head. "But, Data... it *had* to be you. Wesley was conceived while I was on Omicron Theta - I'm sure of that now. And it would make so much sense. I'm surprised I've never thought of it before." She shook her head. "Your records must have a gap, Data - I'm certain that you're Wesley's father." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 43 Then, suddenly, there was a flash of yellow light just a few feet from where everyone was standing, and when the light dissipated, it left a tall smiling figure whom Data had seen just a couple of hours before. "Data is correct, Doctor," said Lore. "*I* am the boy's father." Beverly was speechless. Riker took a step forward. Data turned all the way around. Worf reached for his phaser. Picard strode into the middle of the small crowd, to face Lore. "You?? Do you mean to stand on my bridge and claim that you and my.. my.. my chief medical officer -" Lore nodded. "That's right." He glanced at Beverly, who was trembling slightly. He took her hand. "I never told you who I really was, during that wonderful visit," he whispered. "I was afraid you'd heard the stories about me, from all the jealous colonists.. so I told you I was Data." Beverly jerked her hand away violently. "I don't believe you," she said, but it was her own words she disbelieved. "It's true, Beverly," said Lore. "Think about it. It makes *perfect* sense. Wesley inherited my good looks... my intelligence... my confidence... after all, why do you think I called him 'my troublesome little man-child'?" He stared at Beverly intently. "Wesley is my natural son." Picard stood firm. "Listen to me, Lore. I don't care what personal relationships you've had with members of my staff in the past, but right now, you are answerable to several crimes against the crew of the Enterprise and against the Federation. I demand that you submit yourself to Starfleet custody so that we may deal with these charges." Lore smiled, and shook his head, with a small glance of regret in Data's direction. "I'm truly sorry, Captain, but I'm afraid I can't do that just yet. I still have much to do. However, I expect to live a long time - so one day," he said, nodding knowingly, "one day, perhaps I will answer for my past sins. I only wanted to clear up a thing or two for now, though. And while it has been fun, Data... Beverly... I fear I must say... 'au revoir'." He lifted his thumbnail and pressed the button, and as mysteriously as he'd arrived, Lore vanished. There was a heavy silence on the bridge for a few seconds, and then suddenly Picard barked, "Stations." The other officers went about their business. Beverly returned to sickbay. Admiral McCoy shook his head and muttered to himself, "Nothing ever changes." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 44 EPILOGUE On Risa, Geordi LaForge entered his room with an exhausted but happy smile, panting as he threw his towel to the side. He had just finished an energetic game of hoverball with some new friends he had met on the beach, and wanted time to get ready for his dinner date. Her name was Larina, and she was like all the other girls he seemed to run into: not overflowing with intelligence, but extremely attractive and extremely willing to spend time with a Starfleet lieutenant commander who had a a Galaxy-class expense account. Entering the shower - Risa was thankfully equipped with real running water, which Geordi missed every time he took a sonic bath on the Enterprise - he laughed gently to himself at the fantastic time he was having, and wondered if his friends on the ship were experiencing even a fraction of the excitement. ************************************************************************* SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 45 S T A R T R E K T E C H N O L O G Y by Milan Rezac The Cloaking Device Reprinted with permission On stardate 1709.1 the Bonhomme Richard class MK-IXa heavy cruiser U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701 responded to a distress call from the satellite outpost 4023 made by Commander Hansen. Apparently the outpost, one of 14 along the UFP Neutral Zone border, picked up an intruder coming in from Romulan Space. Suddenly, it vanished from the sensors, reappeared directly in front of the outpost and fired what later came to be called a "plasma torpedo". The torpedo obliterated the outpost's deflector screens, nearly destroying it. A second shot finished the intruder's job. Then the ship simply disappeared from view. That was the first encounter with the Romulans after almost a century since the battle of Cheron. The vessel that destroyed S-4023 (and also S-4024 and S-4025) was a Romulan P-1A Bird of Prey with a first generation cloaking device. Later, third generation cloaking device has been obtained by the aforementioned U.S.S. Enterprise in an espionage mission. The Klingons gained the technology from their alliance with the Romulans in exchange for their D-6 Raxor and D-7 Klolode battle cruisers. Thus the three major powers in this part of the galaxy came to posses what proved to be one of the most formidable weapons ever. The cloaking device is a modification of the deflector shield. The deflector shield is a zone of highly focused spatial distortion within which an energetic graviton field is maintained. This field is highly resistive to impact due to mechanical incursions ranging from relativistic subatomic particles (like electrons) to more massive objects at lesser velocities (i.e. a derelict vessel incoming at .1 c). When such an intrusion occurs, field energy is concentrated at the point of impact, creating an intense, localized spatial distortion. In effect, the field "bends" space around the object, like a natural gravity well. The object continues to follow a straight path, but in a curved space-time, which takes it away from the field. A good analogue is the change of a photon's path by a strong gravitational source, like a star or a black hole. Although photon travels, by definition, in a perfectly straight line, it appears to change direction because it is travelling in a distorted space-time. Similarly, the deflector shield also blocks EM radiation, redirecting it back into space. The cloaking device must block all EM radiation from the object it envelops, and redirect all incoming EM radiation to go around the object and emerge on the other side as if it were completely unaffected. Additionally, the cloaking device must nullify spatial distortion created by the object due to its mass. To accomplish the first, a double sided shield is required. The cloaking device reflects back any radiation emitted by the cloaked object. Any incoming energy (such as visible light) is conducted through the graviton field around to be re-emitted at the other side without any measurable effect on the energy itself. To do this, the cloaking device usually takes the form of a large sphere surrounding the ship, instead of closely following the hull shape like most shields do. A photon which SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 46 impacts on the cloaking device's outer surface is redirected to follow a path in the graviton field taking it to the opposite side in the same plane, there to be re-emitted. To nullify the spatial distortion created by the object the cloaking device must contain an additional anti-graviton field. This field is just within the double sided shield. All of this takes up a tremendous amount of energy. The amount is equivalent to twice the amount required to maintain full shielding through the entire EM spectrum without frequency rotation and EM windows plus an additional layer of shielding to block gravitational distortion. The cloaking device has also many disadvantages: 1 þ It is very difficult to maintain conventional shields. The power drain of the device doesn't permit any other significant energy expenditure, especially on a large ship. The shields must be maintained within the cloaking device otherwise they would be detectable. This means that anything that approaches must first go through the cloaking device. Since the first layer will attempt to redirect it 180ø about, it will probably be shortened out by full phasers. The rest of the energy will pass through the anti-graviton shield layer, and finally impact on the shields. Hence, for the shields to be of any help, the cloaking device must first be destroyed or turned off. 2 þ No weapons can be fired from the cloaked object, because is a double sided shield. It blocks all energy (i.e. phasers) from the object by redirecting it back at the object. Although it could be useful in certain situations, most starship commanders tend to avoid this effect. Similarly, it is resistant to mechanical intrusions from the inside, like photon torpedoes. 3 þ Sensors become extremely limited as no EM radiation enters the cloak and no active sensors may be used. 4 þ In large ships like the Romulan D'Deridex class warbird or the Klingon K'Vort class battle cruiser the power drain of the cloaking device is too great to allow any other large energy drain. 5 þ The cloaking device, like shields, interferes with the warp drive due to the space-time distortion it creates. Note that the D'Deridex class warbirds, though having a drive comparable to the Galaxy class starships, are far slower when cloaked. 6 þ The cloaking device cannot block incoming FTL particles, i.e. tachyons. Tachyons have imaginary mass (their mass is a multiple of û-1) and thus are not affected by either gravitons or anti-gravitons. Of course, for some types of missions the disadvantages are far outweighed by the main advantage -- invisibility. Additionally, the cloak acts as a weak type of deflector shield, although a very inefficient one. It is capable of redirecting small amounts of energy, but cannot withstand large amounts of energy, like full phasers, simply because it overburdens the graviton field which attempts to take it half the perimeter around. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 47 ³× Star Fleet, which used the cloaking device on its vessels in the late 2200's and early 2300's, has decided that the peaceful (mostly) mission definition of the Explorer type of starships precludes its use. Further- more, the overall shape and hull materials used in the Galaxy, Ambassador, and Oberth class starships would interfere with the cloaking device. Although it is still possible to cloak them, the energy necessary increases beyond reasonable limit. Today, only specialized scouting, stealth, and battle ships use cloaking devices. The Klingon Empire has used the cloaking technology ever since their technology exchange with the Romulans in 2263, and continues to do so. Nearly all of its Bird of Prey type ships are equipped with it as are the D- 6, D-7, D-8 (K'T'Inga), and the new K'Vort class battle cruisers. The Romulan Empire naturally still uses the cloaking device. Although much about them is now unknown due to the fifty-year contact breach after the Tomad incident, it is certain that their newest vessels, the D'Deridex class warbirds, are equipped with a new generation of cloaking devices which have so far defied all Federation attempts at detection without the use of tachyons. The events surrounding the Khitomer conference, classified until recently, have brought to attention the fact that one of the main disadvantages of the cloaking device, the inability to fire a photon torpedo, has been nullified by the renegade Klingon vessel Dakronh. Although it was destroyed, and it's schematics have not survived, it appears that the cloaking device would be useless today due to the vast improvement of sensor devices used by Star Fleet. The vessel was designed reduce the cloaking power shortly before firing, just enough to fire a specially designed high-velocity photon torpedo thorough it. However, this resulted in a momentary emission of radiation from the ship and the leak of impulse engine products (plasma) through the cloak. The vessel was destroyed by homing a photon torpedo on those plasma traces. The momentary radiation burst from the ship as the cloaking power was reduced was too small to be detectable by the instruments of that era, but would be sufficient to pinpoint the ship's location today. ==== Special thanks to James Dixon for providing technical and historical facts in his "Chronology" and to Jorj Strumolo for a most informative discussion. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 48 THE SYRUP ADVENTURE by Paul Bobbit Re-printed with permission Crumpets... crumpets... an idea is taking shape in my mind. A group of wild intergalactic crumpets take over the Enterprise and drown everybody in Aunt Jemima's Butter-Flavoured Imitation Maple Syrup! Geordi> "Captain, the syrup has broken through the lower level decks and is approaching the Bridge through turboshaft 2. Picard> "My God, will the containment fields hold?" [Maple syrup pours in through the turbolift doors...] Geordi> "Guess not. Brurble....burble....blachk" Picard> "I'm not impressed, Mr. LaForge. There's only one thing that has the power to save us. Computer, flood the ship with Tea - Earl Grey - Hot. Hold the cream. If I'm going to be drown in edibles, I might as well enjoy myself." Riker> "Perhaps we should initiate Auto-Destruct, Captain." Picard> "We're up to our necks in maple syrup. ISN'T THAT DESTRUCTIVE ENOUGH FOR YOU?" Data> "Captain, I believe I have a solution." [Data beams a tribble onto the bridge] [Three minutes later, the Bridge, and the Enterprise in general, is one huge, seething, purring mass of fur.] [Commotion at the aft Bridge area...] Worf> "AAAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!...." Tribbles> "AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE...." Picard> "Data, we're really going to have to talk about your `solutions'" Troi> "I sense great containment from them sir. Great contentment and happiness. Except for the ones Worf is stomping on..." Picard> "Oh SHUT UP FOR _ONCE_, WILL YOU!" Wesley> "Captain..." Picard> "Oh, God, he's BACK." [Breaks into uncontrollable sobs...] Wesley> "All I have to do is alter the laws of physics as they apply to Quantum molecular warp field alterations, and we should have no problem." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 49 Data> "Intriguing. That would take several years, though." Wesley> "Why? Just see it in your head." Data> "Stupid little arrogant #$##%&*! # TWERP.... That `screaming torch' idea Lore had is looking better and better with each episode." Beverly> "What was that, Mr. Data?" Data> "Just commenting on what a wonderful idea Wesley had..." Wesley> "Oh nooooo.... the tribbles have eaten the isolinear optical chips. My idea won't work now." Picard> "How did this happen? What did I do to deserve this? I'd give anything to have my ship back." [Bright flash of light...] Q> "Anything? Ha Ha Ha Ha...." Picard> "Oh waves of bliss.... All we need now is the Borg to reeeeaaalllyyyy make my day." SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 50 DATA COMPILED BY IAN COLOMBY Aliens - Categorized by Race ??? Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Ambassador Odan 1. The Host Ardra 1. Devil's Due Armus 1. Skin of Evil Barash / Jean-Luc Riker / Ethan 1. Future Imperfect Beata, the Elected One 1. Angel One Captain Dirgo 1. Final Mission Crystalline Entity 1. Datalore First Electorine Valenda Innis 1. Haven Gomtuu (Tin Man) 1. Tin Man Governor Leka Trion 1. The Host Hayne 1. Legacy Ian Andrew Troi 1. The Child Ishara Yar 1. Legacy Junior 1. Galaxy's Child Kalin Trose 1. The Host Lathal Bine 1. The Host Mickey D 1. The Royale Misstress Ariel 1. Angel One Mr. Homn 1. Half a Life 2. Haven 3. Manhunt 4. Menage a Troi Nagilum 1. Where Silence Has Lease Nellen tore 1. The Drumhead Palor Toff 1. The Most Toys Portal 1. The Last Outpost Professor Samuel Estergon 1. Captain's Holiday Q 1. Deja Q 2. Encounter at Farpoint 3. Hide and Q 4. Q Who 5. Qpid Q2 1. Deja Q Rishon Uxbridge 1. The Survivors Rita 1. The Royale Riva 1. Loud as a Whisper Salenite Miners 1. Final Mission Sarjenka 1. Pen Pals Texas 1. The Royale The Traveler 1. Where No One Has Gone Bef Traveler 1. Remember Me Vanessa 1. The Royale Varria 1. The Most Toys SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 51 Acamarian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Sovereign Marouk 1. The Vengeance Factor Yuta 1. The Vengeance Factor Aldea Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Duana 1. When the Bough Breaks Radue, First Appointee of Aldea 1. When the Bough Breaks Rashella 1. When the Bough Breaks Allasomorph Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Anya 1. The Dauphin Salia 1. The Dauphin Altecian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Debin 1. The Outrageous Okona Yanar 1. The Outrageous Okona Android Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Lal 1. The Offspring Lore 1. Brothers 2. Datalore Angosian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Prime Minister Nayrok 1. The Hunted Roga Danar 1. The Hunted Ansata Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Kyril Finn 1. The High Ground Bandi Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Groppler Zorn 1. Encounter at Farpoint Barzan Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Premier Bhavani 1. The Price SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 52 Benzite Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Mordock 1. Coming of Age Berussian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Mendora 1. Devil's Due Betazoid Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Andrus Hagan 1. Night Terrors Lwaxana Troi 1. Half a Life 2. Haven 3. Manhunt 4. Menage a Troi Reittan Grax 1. Menage a Troi Sabin Genestra 1. The Drumhead Tam Elbrun 1. Tin Man Betazoid/Human Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Devinoni Ral 1. The Price Borg Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Locutus 1. The Best of Both Worlds I 2. The Best of Both Worlds I Brekkian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Langor 1. Symbiosis Sobi 1. Symbiosis Bringloidi Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Brenna Odell 1. Up the Long Ladder Danilo Odell 1. Up the Long Ladder Bynar Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- One One 1. 11001001 One Zero 1. 11001001 Zero One 1. 11001001 Zero Zero 1. 11001001 SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 53 Caldonian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Leyor 1. The Price Cardassian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Glinn Daro 1. The Wounded Glinn Telle 1. The Wounded Gul Macet 1. The Wounded Chalnan Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Esoqq 1. Allegiance Douwd Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Kevin Uxbridge 1. The Survivors Drellian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Torak 1. Devil's Due Edo Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Liator 1. Justice Rivan 1. Justice Ferengi Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Consul Kol 1. The Price DaiMon Bok 1. The Battle DaiMon Bractor 1. Peak Performance DaiMon Goss 1. The Price DaiMon Taar 1. The Last Outpost DaiMon Tog 1. Menage a Troi Dr. Arridor 1. The Price Dr. Farek 1. Menage a Troi First Office Kazago 1. The Battle Kayron 1. The Last Outpost Letek 1. The Last Outpost Mordoc 1. The Last Outpost Nibor 1. Menage a Troi Sovak 1. Captain's Holiday SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 54 Gatherer Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Brull 1. The Vengeance Factor Chorgan 1. The Vengeance Factor Penthor-Mul 1. The Vengeance Factor Volnoth 1. The Vengeance Factor Human Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Anne Jameson 1. Too Short a Season Ard'rian MacKenzie 1. The Ensigns of Command Clare Raymond 1. The Neutral Zone Col. S. Richey 1. The Royale Dr. Harry Bernard Sr. 1. When the Bough Breaks Dr. Noonian Soong 1. Brothers 2. Datalore Dr. Paul Manheim 1. We'll Always Have Paris Dr. Sara Kingsley 1. Unnatural Selection Gosheven 1. The Ensigns of Command Haritath 1. The Ensigns of Command Harry Bernard Jr. 1. When the Bough Breaks Helena Rozhenko 1. Family Ira Graves 1. The Schizoid Man Jake Kurland 1. Coming of Age Jake Potts 1. Brothers Janice Manheim 1. We'll Always Have Paris Jeremiah Rossa / Jono 1. Suddenly Human Jeremy Aster 1. The Bonding Kareen Brianon 1. The Schizoid Man Kentor 1. The Ensigns of Command L.Q. Sonny Clemonds 1. The Neutral Zone Louis 1. Family Marie Picard 1. Family Oliana Mirren 1. Coming of Age Perrin 1. Sarek Ralph Offenhouse 1. The Neutral Zone Ramsey 1. Angel One Rene Picard 1. Family Robert Picard 1. Family Sergey Rozhenko 1. Family Steven Miller 1. Haven Thaddeus Okona 1. The Outrageous Okona Vash 1. Captain's Holiday 2. Qpid Victoria Miller 1. Haven Willie Potts 1. Brothers Wyatt Miller 1. Haven SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 55 Kaelonian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Dara 1. Half a Life Dr. Timicin 1. Half a Life Science Minister B'Tardat 1. Half a Life Klingon Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Ambassador Kell 1. The Mind's Eye B'Etor 1. Redemption I Captain K'Nera 1. Heart of Glory Captain Kargan 1. A Matter of Honor Captain T'Kemoc 1. The Emissary Duras 1. Reunion 2. Sins of the Father Fek'lhr, Guardian of Gre'thor 1. Devil's Due Governor Vagh 1. The Mind's Eye Gowron 1. Redemption I 2. Reunion J'Ddan 1. The Drumhead K'mpec 1. Reunion 2. Sins of the Father K'Tal 1. Redemption I Kahlest 1. Sins of the Father Korris 1. Heart of Glory Kunivas 1. Heart of Glory Kurn 1. Redemption I 2. Sins of the Father Lieutenant Klag 1. A Matter of Honor Lieutenant Konmel 1. Heart of Glory Lorgh 1. Sins of the Father Lursa 1. Redemption I Mogh 1. Sins of the Father Targ 1. Where No One Has Gone Bef Toral 1. Redemption I Klingon/Human Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Alexander 1. Reunion Ambassador K'Ehleyr 1. Reunion 2. The Emissary Ligonian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Hagon 1. Code of Honor Lutan 1. Code of Honor Yareena 1. Code of Honor SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 56 Malcorian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Chancellor Avel Durken 1. First Contact Dr. Berel 1. First Contact Dr. Nilrem 1. First Contact Minister for Internal Security Krola 1. First Contact Minister of Science Mirasta Yale 1. First Contact Nurse Lanel 1. First Contact Rivas Jakara (Riker's alias) 1. First Contact Mariposian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Captain Walter Granger 1. Up the Long Ladder Victor Granger 1. Up the Long Ladder Wilson Granger 1. Up the Long Ladder Melthusian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Captain Bela Tyken 1. Night Terrors Mintakan Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Fento 1. Who Watches the Watchers? Liko 1. Who Watches the Watchers? Nuria 1. Who Watches the Watchers? Oji 1. Who Watches the Watchers? Mizarian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Kova Tholl 1. Allegiance Mordan Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Governor Karnas 1. Too Short a Season Ornaran Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Romas 1. Symbiosis T'Jon 1. Symbiosis Pakled Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Grebnedlog 1. Samaritan Snare Reginod 1. Samaritan Snare SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 57 Romulan Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Admiral Jarok / Setal 1. The Defector Admiral Mendak 1. Data's Day Ambassador T'Pel / Sub-Commander Selok 1. Data's Day Bochra 1. The Enemy Commander Tebok 1. The Neutral Zone Commander Thei 1. The Neutral Zone Commander Tomalak 1. Future Imperfect 2. The Defector 3. The Enemy Movar 1. Redemption I Pahtak 1. The Enemy Sub-Commander Taris 1. Contagion Taibak 1. The Mind's Eye Rutian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Alexana Devos 1. The High Ground Stralebian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Benzan 1. The Outrageous Okona Secretary Kushell 1. The Outrageous Okona Talarian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Captain Endar 1. Suddenly Human Tanugan Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Chief Investigator Krag 1. A Matter of Perspective Dr. Nel Apgar 1. A Matter of Perspective Manua Apgar 1. A Matter of Perspective Tanya 1. A Matter of Perspective Tarellian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Ariana 1. Haven Wrenn 1. Haven Trill Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Kareel 1. The Host SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 58 Ventaxian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Acost Jared 1. Devil's Due Vorgon Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Azur 1. Captain's Holiday Baratas 1. Captain's Holiday Vulcan Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Ki Mendrossen 1. Sarek Sakkath 1. Sarek Sarek 1. Sarek Vulcana Regarian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- T`Shanik 1. Coming of Age Zakdorn Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Sirna Kolrami 1. Peak Performance Zalkonian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- John Doe 1. Transfigurations Sunad 1. Transfigurations Zibalian Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Kivas Fajo 1. The Most Toys Holodeck Characters Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Comic 1. The Outrageous Okona Cyrus Redblock 1. The Big Goodbye Detective Bell 1. The Big Goodbye Detective McNary 1. The Big Goodbye Dr. Moriarty 1. Elementary, Dear Data Felix Leech 1. The Big Goodbye Jessica Bradley 1. The Big Goodbye Madeline 1. Manhunt 2. The Big Goodbye Minuet 1. 11001001 Rex 1. Manhunt SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 59 Other Stuff Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Aceton Assimilators 1. Booby Trap Altarian Encephalitis Virus 1. Future Imperfect Anbo-Jyustu 1. The Icarus Factor Argus Array 1. The Nth Degree Atlantis Project 1. Family B'nar 1. Suddenly Human Ba'ltmasor Syndrome 1. The Drumhead Barzan Wormhole 1. The Price Bat'telh 1. Reunion Battle of Cheron 1. The Defector Bendii Symdrome 1. Sarek cha'DIch 1. Sins of the Father Clan Lornack 1. The Vengeance Factor Clan Tralesta 1. The Vengeance Factor Corellium Fever 1. Hollow Pursuits Cosmic String 1. The Loss Crimson Force Field 1. Samaritan Snare Custodian 1. When the Bough Breaks Darnay's Disease 1. The Schizoid Man Daystrom Annex 1. The Offspring Diomedian Scarlet Moss 1. Clues Elanin Singer Stone 1. Pen Pals Felicium 1. Symbiosis Horga'hn 1. Captain's Holiday Hytritium 1. The Most Toys Ico-spectogram 1. Pen Pals Invidium 1. Hollow Pursuits Iverson's Disease 1. Too Short a Season ja'chuq 1. Reunion Jewel of Thesia 1. The Outrageous Okona Klingon Age of Ascension 1. The Icarus Factor Kosinski Warp Field Equations 1. Remember Me Krieger Waves 1. A Matter of Perspective McKinley Station 1. Family 2. The Best of Both Worlds I Molecular Decay Detonator 1. Reunion Oo-mox 1. Menage a Troi Parrises Squares 1. 11001001 2. Future Imperfect Parthenogenetic Implant 1. Samaritan Snare Phyrox Plague 1. Allegiance Picard Maneuver 1. The Battle Plasma Plague 1. The Child R'uustai 1. The Bonding Rop'ngor 1. Up the Long Ladder Sonchi Ceremony 1. Reunion Strategema 1. Peak Performance Synthehol 1. Too Many to List Tarsian War 1. The Hunted The Phase 1. Manhunt SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 60 The Resolution 1. Half a Life Thelusian Flu 1. Unnatural Selection Tkon Empire 1. The Last Outpost Tox Uthat 1. Captain's Holiday Triceron Derivative 1. Reunion Trillium 323 1. The Price Tyken's Rift 1. Night Terrors Ultritium 1. Manhunt Varon-T Disruptor 1. The Most Toys Visual Acuity Transmitter 1. Heart of Glory Warp Bubble 1. Remember Me Wormhole 1. Clues Zaterl Emerald 1. Devil's Due Planet, Star System & Other Stellar Stuff Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- 'aucdet Nine 1. The Child Acamar Three 1. The Vengeance Factor Alpha Onias Three 1. Future Imperfect Altec 1. The Outrageous Okona Angel One 1. Angel One Archer Four 1. Yesterday's Enterprise Benzar 1. A Matter of Honor Berussian Cluster 1. Devil's Due Beta Agni Two 1. The Most Toys Beta Cassius/Haven 1. Haven Beta Renner 1. Lonely Among Us Beta Stromgren 1. Tin Man Beta Thoridar 1. Redemption I Betazed 1. The Drumhead Boradis System 1. The Emissary Braslota System 1. Peak Performance Bre'el Four 1. Deja Q Brekka 1. Symbiosis Bynarus 1. 11001001 Celebi Asteroid Belt 1. The Offspring Cerberus II 1. Too Short a Season Chalna 1. Allegiance Cor Caroli Five 1. Allegiance Cuellar System 1. The Wounded Cytherian System 1. The Nth Degree Daled Four 1. The Dauphin Delb Two 1. The Drumhead Delphi Ardu System 1. The Last Outpost Delta Rana IV 1. The Survivors Deneb 1. Encounter at Farpoint Denkiri 1. The Price Dytallix B 1. Conspiracy Endicor System 1. Time Squared Epsilon Mynos 1. When the Bough Breaks Epsilon Pulsar Cluster 1. Samaritan Snare Evande Four 1. Clues SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 61 Gagarin Four 1. Unnatural Selection Galen Four 1. Suddenly Human Galor Four 1. The Offspring Galorndon Core 1. The Enemy Gamelan Five 1. Final Mission Gamma Quadrant 1. The Price Gamma Tauri IV 1. The Last Outpost Ghorusda 1. Tin Man Gravesworld 1. The Schizoid Man Guernica System 1. Galaxy's Child Hromi Cluster 1. The Vengeance Factor J 25 1. Q Who Jouret Four 1. The Best of Both Worlds I Kaelon Two 1. Half a Life Kavis Alpha 1. Evolution Kazis Binary system 1. The Neutral Zone Khitomer 1. Redemption I 2. Reunion 3. Sins of the Father Klavida Three 1. The Dauphin Krios 1. The Mind's Eye Kriosian System 1. The Mind's Eye Lambda Paz 1. Final Mission Lappa IV 1. Menage a Troi Legara Four 1. Sarek Ligon II 1. Code of Honor Lunar Five 1. The Hunted Malcor 1. First Contact Manu 3 1. Legacy Mar Oscura 1. In Theory Maxia Zeta 1. The Battle Minos 1. The Arsenal of Freedom Mintaka III 1. Who Watches the Watchers? Miridian Six 1. Future Imperfect Mordan IV 1. Too Short a Season Nahmi Four 1. Hollow Pursuits Narendra Three 1. Yesterday's Enterprise Nelvana III 1. The Defector New Providence 1. The Best of Both Worlds I Ngame Nebula 1. Clues Omicron Theta 1. Datalore Orelious Nine 1. Booby Trap Ornara 1. Symbiosis Outpost 23 1. Future Imperfect Pacifica 1. Conspiracy 2. Manhunt Parliament 1. Lonely Among Us Paulson Nebula 1. The Best of Both Worlds I Pegos Minor 1. We'll Always Have Paris Peliar Zel 1. The Host Pentarus Five 1. Final Mission Pentarus Three 1. Final Mission Persephone V 1. Too Short a Season Praxillus System 1. Half a Life SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 62 Ramatis 3 1. Loud as a Whisper Relva Seven 1. Coming of Age Risa 1. Captain's Holiday 2. The Mind's Eye Rubicun Star System 1. Justice Rubicun Three 1. Justice Rutia 4 1. The High Ground Sarona Eight 1. We'll Always Have Paris Science Station Tango Sierra 1. The Child Selcundi Drema 1. Pen Pals Setlik 3 1. The Wounded Sigma III 1. Hide and Q Solais 5 1. Loud as a Whisper Star Station India 1. Unnatural Selection Starfleet Personnel 1. The Hunted Straleb 1. The Outrageous Okona Strnad Solar System 1. Justice Styris IV 1. Code of Honor Surata IV 1. Shades of Gray T'llli Beta System 1. The Loss T-tauri System 1. Clues Tagus Three 1. Qpid Tanuga 1. A Matter of Perspective Tarchannen 3 1. Identity Crisis Tarod 9 1. The Neutral Zone Tau Alpha C 1. Remember Me 2. Where No One Has Gone Bef Tau Cygna V 1. The Ensigns of Command Theta Eight 1. The Royale Torona Four 1. The Big Goodbye Turkana 4 1. Legacy USS Stargazer 1. The Battle Vagra Two 1. Skin of Evil Valara III 1. Home Soil Vega Omicron 1. The Icarus Factor Ventax Two 1. Devil's Due Vulcana Regar 1. Coming of Age Wolf 359 1. The Best of Both Worlds I Zalkon 1. Transfigurations Zed Lapis sector 1. Skin of Evil Starfleet Personnel Name Episode ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------- Admiral Aaron 1. Conspiracy Admiral Anthony Haftel 1. The Offspring Admiral Connaught Rossa 1. Suddenly Human Admiral Gomek 1. The Emissary Admiral Gregory Quinn 1. Conspiracy Admiral Greogry Quinn 1. Coming of Age Admiral Haden 1. The Wounded Admiral Hanson 1. The Best of Both Worlds I Admiral Henry 1. The Drumhead SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 63 Admiral Mark Jameson 1. Too Short a Season Admiral Nakamura 1. Measure of a Man Admiral Norah Satie 1. The Drumhead Admiral Nsomeka 1. Final Mission Admiral Savar 1. Conspiracy Ambassador Hawkins 1. Too Short a Season Arthur Malencon 1. Home Soil Assistant Chief Engineer Singh 1. Lonely Among Us 2. The Naked Now Captain Benjamin Maxwell 1. The Wounded Captain Donald Varley 1. Contagion Captain Iso Telaka 1. Unnatural Selection Captain Paul Rice 1. The Arsenal of Freedom Captain Phillipa Louvois 1. Measure of a Man Captain Rachel Garrett 1. Yesterday's Enterprise Captain Rixx 1. Conspiracy Captain Taggert 1. Unnatural Selection Captain Tryla Scott 1. Conspiracy Captain Walter Keel 1. Conspiracy Chief Engineer Bjorn Bensen 1. Home Soil Chief Engineer Lynch 1. Skin of Evil Christy Henshaw 1. Transfigurations Commander Bruce Maddox 1. Data's Day 2. Measure of a Man Commander Quinteros 1. 11001001 Commander Susan Leijten 1. Identity Crisis Crewman Hennessey 1. The Dauphin Darson 1. Tin Man Director Mandl 1. Home Soil Dr. Barron 1. Who Watches the Watchers? Dr. Dalen Quaice 1. Remember Me Dr. Howard Clark 1. Devil's Due Dr. Leah Brahms 1. Booby Trap 2. Galaxy's Child Dr. Palmer 1. Who Watches the Watchers? Dr. Paul Stubbs 1. Evolution Dr. Warren 1. Who Watches the Watchers? Engineer Costa 1. Hollow Pursuits Engineer Duffy 1. Hollow Pursuits Ensgin Davies 1. Pen Pals Ensign Allenby 1. ??? Ensign Allens 1. Pen Pals Ensign Hilderbrandt 1. Pen Pals Ensign Janet Brooks 1. The Loss Ensign Locklin 1. Clues Ensign Mendon 1. A Matter of Honor Ensign Prixus ?? 1. Pen Pals Ensign Sonya Gomez 1. Q Who Jack Crusher 1. Family Judge Aaron Satie 1. The Drumhead Keiko Ishikawa 1. Data's Day Keiko Ishikawa O'Brien 1. The Wounded Kyle Riker 1. The Icarus Factor Lieutenant Ballard 1. The Offspring SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 64 Lieutenant Commander Argyle 1. Where No One Has Gone Bef Lieutenant Commander Dexter Remmick 1. Coming of Age 2. Conspiracy Lieutenant Commander Hester Dealt 1. The Child Lieutenant Commander Shelby 1. The Best of Both Worlds I Lieutenant Dean 1. We'll Always Have Paris Lieutenant Jenna D'Sora 1. In Theory Lieutenant Marla Aster 1. The Bonding Lieutenant Reginald Barclay 1. Hollow Pursuits 2. The Nth Degree Lieutenant Richard Castillo 1. Yesterday's Enterprise Lieutenant Selar 1. The Schizoid Man Lieutenant Torres 1. Encounter at Farpoint Lit-Historian Whalen 1. The Big Goodbye Luisa Kim 1. Home Soil Marc Brooks 1. The Loss Medic Martinez 1. Who Watches the Watchers? Mendez 1. Identity Crisis Mendoza 1. The Price Mitena Haro 1. Allegiance Mr. Kosinski 1. Where No One Has Gone Bef Odin 1. Angel One Paul Hickman 1. Identity Crisis Pilot Ben Prieto 1. Skin of Evil Simon Tarses 1. The Drumhead TAC Officer Chang 1. Coming of Age The Admiral 1. Encounter at Farpoint Vigo 1. The Battle SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 65 EPISODE LISTS TOS No. Date Episode Brief desc --- ------ --------------------------------- ------------------------------- 0 The Cage (Pilot) Enterprise to Talos IV 1 1513.1 The Man Trap Salt vampire 2 1533.6 Charlie X Teenage boy raised by aliens 3 1312.4 Where No Man Has Gone Before crew menbers become god like 4 1704.2 The Naked Time water molecules acts on the brain 5 1672.1 The Enemy Within Transporter Malfunction. 6 1329.1 Mudd's Women Harry Mudd and three women 7 2712.4 What are Little Girls Made Of? Roger Korby and clone exp's 8 2713.5 Miri Enterprise helps children 9 2715.1 Dagger of the Mind Kirk inspects penal colony 10 1512.2 The Corbomite Maneuver Kirk bluffs aliens 11 3012.4 The Menagerie (Part One) Spock faces court Martial for 12 3012.4 The Menagerie (Part Two) hijacking the Enterprise 13 2817.6 The Conscience of the King Kirk investigates an actors past 14 1709.1 Balance of Terror Enterprise chases Romulan ship 15 3025.3 Shore Leave McCoy killed by black knight 16 2821.5 The Galileo Seven Spock commands shuttle & crashes 17 2124.5 The Squire of Gothos Kirk & crew held by Trelaine 18 3045.6 Arena Kirk must fight the Gorn 19 3113.2 Tomorrow is Yesterday Enterprise thrown back to 1967 20 2947.3 Court Martial Kirk faces court martial(Finney) 21 3156.2 The Return of the Archons Kirk and crew confront Landru 22 3141.9 Space Seed Crew find Botany bay with Kahn 23 3192.1 A Taste of Armageddon Planets that war with computer 24 3417.3 This Side of Paradise Kirk Fights Spock to cure Spock 25 3196.1 The Devil in the Dark Crew fight the Horta on Janus 6 26 3198.4 Errand of Mercy Organians stops Klingon Fed. war 27 3087.6 The Alternative Factor Lazrus fights his anti-mater twin 28 3134.0 The City on the Edge of Forever McCoy Kirk Spock go back to 1930 29 3287.2 Operation - Annihilate Kirk kills one celled aliens 30 3372.7 Amok Time Spock to marry T'Pring 31 3468.1 Who Morns for Adonais Kirk meets alien Adonais 32 3451.9 The Changeling Kirk destroys the probe NOMAD 33 Mirror, Mirror Crew visit visit paralell universe 34 3715.0 The Apple Crew find and destroy Vaal 35 4202.9 The Doomsday Machine Kirk fights planet killer 36 3018.2 Catspaw Kirk & crew meets shape shifters 37 4513.3 I, Mudd Harry Mudd on planet of androids. 38 3219.4 Metamorphosis Zephram Cochrane and companion 39 3842.3 Journey to Babel Sarek & Amanda aboard Enterprise 40 3497.2 Friday's Child Kirk provides weapons to planet 41 3478.2 The Deadly Years crew experience rapid aging 42 3619.2 Obsession Crew fights a gaseous creature 43 3614.9 Wolf in the Fold Scotty accused of brutal murder 44 4523.3 The Trouble with Tribbles tribbles on Station K-7 & ship 45 3211.7 The Gamesters of Triskellion Race of aliens bet on fights SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 66 46 4598.0 A Piece of the Action a planet modeled after a book 47 4307.1 The Immunity Syndrome Space amoeba that eats ships 48 4211.4 A Private Little War Klingons supply weapons to a planet 49 4768.3 Return to Tomorrow Three aliens take host bodies 50 2534.0 Patterns of Force John Gill brings Naziism to planet 51 4657.5 By Any Other Name Kelvans take over the Enterprise 52 The Omega Glory Paralell of Earth with United states 53 4729.4 The Ultimate Computer Richard Daystrom invents M5 computer 54 4040.7 Bread and Circuses Captain Merik of the USS Beagle 55 Assignment: Earth Gary Seven and Roberta Lincoln 56 5431.4 Spock's Brain Spock's brain is removed 57 5031.3 The Enterprise Incident Kirk & Spock get Cloaking device 58 4842.6 The Paradise Syndrome Kirk looses his memory and marriage 59 5027.3 And The Children Shall Lead Children take over the Enterprise 60 5630.7 Is There In Truth No Beauty? Blind doctor with Medusan 61 4385.3 Spectre of the Gun crew have a gunfight at OK Corral 62 Day of the Dove An alien that feeds on emotions 63 5476.3 For The World Is Hollow, Star ship run by computer Oracle And I Have Touched the Sky 64 5693.4 The Tholian Web Thoians weave a web around ship 65 5784.0 Plato's Stepchildren Aliens with kinetic powers 66 5710.5 Wink of an Eye Scalosians to kidnap men 67 5121.0 The Empath An alien Empath named GEM 68 4372.5 Elaan of Troyius Crew educate Elaan for her marriage 69 5718.3 Whom Gods Destroy Donald Cory tries to take ship 70 5730.2 Let That Be Your Last Battlefield Race of half white half black aliens 71 5423.4 The Mark Of Gideon planet of disease free aliens 72 That Which Survives Alien image that kills people 73 5725.3 The Lights of Zetar Mora Romaine and energy storm 74 5843.7 Requiem for Methuselah Flint an imortal being 75 5832.3 The Way to Eden 23rd century hippoes and Eden 76 5818.4 The Cloudminders Troglites mine Zienite 77 5906.4 The Savage Curtain Kirk meets Abraham Lincoln 78 5943.7 All Our Yesterdays planet that is nearing supernova 79 5298.5 Turnabout Intruder Janice Lester takes Kirk's body TAS Order Air Date PCode Stardate Title ===== ========= ===== ======== =========================================== 1. Sep 15 73 3A 5373.4 Yesteryear 2. Sep 22 73 7A 5371.3 One Of Our Planets Is Missing 3. Sep 29 73 6A 5483.7 The Lorelei Signal 4. Oct 6 73 1A 5392.4 More Tribbles, More Troubles 5. Oct 13 73 5A 5143.3 The Survivor 6. Oct 20 73 2A 5554.4 The Infinite Vulcan 7. Oct 27 73 9A 1254.4 The Magicks Of Megas-Tu 8. Nov 3 73 14A 5591.2 Once Upon A Planet 9. Nov 10 73 8A 4978.5 Mudd's Passion 10. Nov 17 73 15A 5577.3 The Terratin Incident 11. Nov 24 73 10A 5267.2 Time Trap 12. Dec 1 73 13A 5499.9 The Ambergris Element 13. Dec 15 73 11A 4187.3 Slaver Weapon SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 67 14. Dec 22 73 4A 5521.3 Beyond The Farthest Star 15. Jan 5 74 16A 5501.2 The Eye Of The Beholder 16. Jan 13 74 12A 5683.1 Jihad 17. Sep 7 74 19A 6334.1 The Pirates Of Orion 18. Sep 14 74 17A 7403.6 Bem 19. Sep 21 74 20A 3183.3 Practical Joker 20. Sep 28 74 18A 5285.6 Albatross 21. Oct 5 74 21A 6063.4 How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth 22. Oct 12 74 22A 6770.3 The Counter-Clock Incident TNG No. T Date Episode Brief desc --- -- ------- ------------------------------ --------------------------------- 1 1 41153.7 Encounter at Farpoint Q puts the crew on trial 2 1 41153.7 Encounter at Farpoint Q puts the crew on trial 3 1 41209.2 The Naked Now Narcotic. 4 1 41235.25 Code of Honor Lutan abducts Tasha 5 1 41386.4 The Last Outpost Away team meet Portal 6 1 41263.1 Where No One Has Gone Before The Traveller 7 1 41249.3 Lonely Among Us Picard and energy beings 8 1 41255.6 Justice Wesley held by the IDO 9 2 41723.9 The Battle Picard and Star Gazer 10 2 41590.5 Hide and Q Q gives Riker power of Q 11 2 41294.5 Haven Wyatt Miller to wed Deanna 12 2 41997.7 The Big Goodbye First Dixon Hill appearance 13 2 41242.4 Datalore Data meets his evil brother 14 2 41636.9 Aangel one Crew to find survivors. 15 3 41365.9 11001001 Binars hijack Enterprise 16 3 41309.5 Too Short a Season Jamison and youth drug 17 3 41509.1 When the Bough Break's Children kidnaped 18 3 41463.9 Home Soil Silicon Life form 19 3 41416.2 Coming of Age Wesley tests for academy 20 3 41503.7 Heart of Glory Worf and fugitive klingons 21 4 41798.2 The Arsenal of Freedom All life on Mynos dead 22 4 Symbiosis Drug addicts 23 4 41601.3 Skin of Evil Armus kills Tasha 24 4 41697.9 We'll Always Have Paris Picard meets old flame 25 4 41775.5 Conspiracy Little parasites (sick) 26 4 41986.0 The Neutral Zone People from the 20th century 27 5 42073.1 The Child Deanna and Ian (Her son) 28 5 42193.6 Where Silence Has Lease Enterprise in void 29 5 42286.3 Elimentary Dear Data Data portrays Sherlock Holmes 30 5 42402.7 The Outrageous Okona The life of a rogue 31 5 42477.2 Loud as a Whisper Riva the mediator 32 5 42437.5 The Schizoid Man Data meets Ira Graves 33 6 42494.8 Unnatural Selection Pulaski (Rapid aging) 34 6 42506.5 A Matter Of Honor Riker serves aboard the Pach 35 6 42523.7 The Measure of a Man Data on trial 36 6 42568.8 The Dauphin Wesley meets Selia 37 6 42609.1 Contagion Crew discover Iaconia 38 6 42625.4 The Royale Trapped in a cheap Novel 39 6 42679.2 Time Squared Picard meets Picard 40 6 42686.4 The Icarus Factor Riker meets his father SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 68 41 7 42695.3 Pen Pals Wesley and team save a planet 42 7 42761.3 Q Who Enterprise and Borg (J25) 43 7 42779.1 Samaritan Snare Geordi held by Pacleds 44 7 42823.2 Up the Long Ladder Send in the clones 45 7 42859.2 Man Hunt Lwaxanna looks for husband 46 7 42901.3 The Emissary Worf meets K'Ehleyr 47 7 42923.4 Peak Performance Battle simulation 48 7 42976.1 Shades Of Gray Riker relives his past 49 8 43125.8 Evolution Wesley frees Nanites 50 8 The Ensigns of Command Sheliak 51 8 43152.4 The Survivors Old people on destroyed Planet 52 8 43173.5 Who Watches the Watchers Primitive Vulcans 53 8 43198.7 The Bonding Worf and Jeremy Astor 54 8 43205.6 Booby Trap Geordi creates Lea Brahms 55 8 43349.2 The Enemy Geordi and Romulan 56 8 43385.6 The Price Wormhole for sale 57 9 43421.9 The Vengence Factor The Gatherers 58 9 43462.5 The Defector Admiral Jarock defects 59 9 43489.2 The Hunted Crew hunts for war criminal 60 9 43510.7 The High Ground Picard and Beverly held hostage 61 9 43539.1 Deja Q Q reduced to a mortal 62 9 43610.4 A Matter of Perspective Riker accused for murder 63 9 43625.2 Yesterday's Enterprise NCC 1701-C meets NCC 1701-D 64 9 43657.0 The Offspring Data creates Lall 65 10 43685.2 Sins of the Father Worf before High council 66 10 43714.1 Allegiance Picard held prisoner with 3 67 10 43745.2 Captains Holliday Picard finds the Tax Utat 68 10 43779.3 Tin Man Tam Elbrun rescues Tin Man 69 10 43807.4 Hollow Pursuits Barclay's Holodiction 70 10 43872.2 The Most Toys Data Kidnaped by Fagio 71 10 43917.4 Sarek Sarek unstable 72 10 43930.7 Menage a Troi Troi, and Riker kidnaped 73 11 43958.8 Transfigurations Beverly and John Doe 74 11 43989.1 The Best of Both Worlds The Borg return 75 11 44001.4 The Best of Both Worlds 2 Picard altered by the Borg 76 11 44012.3 Family Picard visits his home 77 11 44085.7 Brothers Data, Lore, and Soong 78 11 44143.7 Suddenly Human Picard stabbed by Jono 79 11 44161.2 Remember Me Beverly trapped (Warp Bubble) 80 11 44215.2 Legacy Tasha's sister Ishara. 81 12 44246.3 Reunion Worf, K'Ehleyr, and Alexander 82 12 44286.5 Future Imperfect Borash captures Riker 83 12 44307.3 Final Mission Picard. Wes, and Dergo crash 84 12 44356.9 The Loss Deanna looses her powers 85 12 44390.1 Data's Day 24 hours of Data's life 86 12 44429.6 The Wounded Ben Maxwell starts a war 87 12 44474.5 Devils Due Picard faces the devil 88 12 44502.7 Clues The crew looses their memory 89 13 First Contact Riker hurt in mob 90 13 44614.6 Galaxy's Child Geordi and the real Lea Brahms 91 13 44631.2 Night Terrors Crew has mass hysteria 92 13 44664.5 Identity Crisis Geordi Metamorphosizes 93 13 44704.2 The Nth Degree Barclay turned into computer 94 13 44741.9 Q-pid Picard, Q, & Vash love triangle SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 69 95 13 44769.2 The Drumhead Admiral Seti conducts a trial 96 13 44805.3 Half a life Picard's risk to save scientist 97 14 44821.3 The Host Riker lends his body to parasite 98 14 44885.5 The Mind's Eye Geordi captured by Romulans 99 14 44932.3 In Theory Data falls in love 100 14 44995.3 Redemption Worf regains honor 101 14 45020.4 Redemption 2 Sela helps Duras family in war 102.14 45047.2 Darmok Picard with alien captain 103 14 45076.3 Ensign Ro Enterprise to save Bjoran people 104 14 45122.3 Silicon Avatar Dr. Mara destroys Silicon entity 105 15 45156.1 Disaster Deanna controls the Enterprise 106 15 45208.2 The Game Wesley stops addictive game 107 15 45233.1 The Unification, Part 1 Picard & Data search for Spock 108 15 45245.8 The Unification, Part 2 Unify Vulcan and Romulus 109 15 45349.1 A Matter of Time Historian from the future 110 15 45376.3 New Ground Alexander to stay with Worf 111 16 Hero Worship 112 16 Violations 113 16 The Masterpeice Society 114 16 conundrum 115 16 Power Play 116 16 Ethics 117 17 The Outcast SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 70 UPCOMING EPISODES # Week Of Title -- -------- ---- ---------------------------- 1/11/92 208R 45233.1 Unification: Part I 1/18/92 207R 45245.8 Unification: Part II 111 1/25/92 211 Hero Worship 112 2/01/92 212 Violations 113 2/08/92 213 The Masterpiece Society 114 2/15/92 214 Conundrum 115 2/22/92 215 Power Play 116 2/29/92 216 Ethics 3/07/92 209R 45349.1 A Matter of Time 117 3/14/92 217 The Outcast SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 71 IMPORTANT ADDRESSES Star Trek episodes Columbia House Video Library Dept. 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Assorted Trek items. Send SASE for catalog Greg Stone P.O. Box 508 Lakewood, CA. 90714 SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 74 IMPORTANT DATES FOR STAR TREK Birthdates Jan 20 Deforest Kelley Leonard (Bones) McCoy Feb 2 Brent Spiner Data, Lore, Dr. Noonian Soong Mar 3 James Doohan Montgomery (Scotty) Scott Mar 22 William Shatner Captain James T. Kirk Mar 26 Leonard Nimory Mr. Spock Apr 1 Grace Lee Whitney Janice Rand Apr 20 George Takei Mr. Sulu Jul 13 Patrick Stewart Jean-Luc Picard Jul 29 Wil Wheaton Wesley Crusher Aug 12 Jane Wyatt Amanda Aug 17 Harve Bennett Star Fleet Chief of Staff Aug 19 Diana Muldaur dr. 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SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 79 WARP SCALES TOS WARP SPEEDS Warp 1 the speed of light Warp 2 8 times the speed of light Warp 3 27 times the speed of light Warp 4 64 times the speed of light Warp 5 125 times the speed of light Warp 6 216 times the speed of light Warp 7 343 times the speed of light Warp 8 512 times the speed of light Warp 9 729 times the speed of light TNG WARP SPEEDS Warp 1 the speed of light Warp 2 10 Times the speed of light Warp 3 39 times the speed of light Warp 4 101 times the speed of light Warp 5 213 times the speed of light Warp 6 390 times the speed of light Warp 7 652 times the speed of light Warp 8 1017 times the speed of light Warp 9 1506 times the speed of light TRANSWARP SPEEDS Warp 1 the speed of light Warp 2 16 times the speed of light Warp 3 81 times the speed of light Warp 4 256 times the speed of light Warp 5 625 times the speed of light Warp 6 1296 times the speed of light Warp 7 2401 times the speed of light Warp 8 4096 times the speed of light Warp 9 6561 times the speed of light SUB SPACE NEWS; Star trek information zine Page 80 COMMONLY USED ACRONYMS IN STAR TREK CONFERENCES c - The speed of light (186,000 miles/sec (300,000 km/sec)) G - Grin LA - Laughing Aloud RA - Richard Arnold SD - Star Date ST - Star Trek WF - Warp Factor ;-) - Smiley face. There are many variations BJO - Bjo "Bee-joe" Trimble, author of Concordance BOP - Bird Of Prey BTW - By The Way FTL - Faster Than Light IDF - interial dampening field ILM - Industrial Light and Magic IMO - In My Opinion KHP - Klingon Home Planet (since TPTB refuse to give it a name) LOL - Laughing Out Loud MIE - main impulse engine NCC - Naval Construction Contract O&S - Okuda and Sternbach (authors of TNG Technical Manual POV - Point of View RPG - Role Playing Game SFA - Star Fleet Academy SFX - Special Effect TAS - The Animated Series TFF - The Final Frontier (Star Trek 5) TNG - The Next Generation TMP - The Motion Picture (Star Trek 1) TOS - The Original Series TUC - The Undiscovered Country (Star Trek 6) TVH - The Voyage Home (Star Trek 4) UFP - United Federation of Planets USS - United Space Ship W10 - Warp 10 infinite speed YAR - Yet Another Rumor FASA - FAntaSimulations Associates GMTA - Great Minds Think Alike IDIC - Infinite diversity in infinite combinations IMHO - In my humble opinion LLAP - Live Long And Prosper OTOH - On The Other Hand TPTB - The Powers That Be (usually referring to GR or Paramount) TSFS - The Search for Spock (Star Trek 3) TTFN - Ta Ta For Now TTYL - Talk To Ya Later TWOK - The Wrath of Kahn (Star Trek 2) YATI - Yet Another Trek Inconsistancy BOBW1 - Best of Both Worlds part 1 (Season Finale for third season) BOBW2 - Conclusion to Best of Both Worlds CANON - what Roddenberry/Paramount decides is "real" Trek. Gene has already declared every novel (including the one(s) he wrote) to be non-canon. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 81 IMOGR - In Memory of Gene Roddenberry ROTBA - Reality On the Blink Again ROTFL - Rolling On The Floor Laughing TNGTM - The Next Generation Technical Manual VISOR - Visual Instrument and Sensory Organ Replacement VISOR - VIsual Sensory Optical Reflector TEASER - the short scene that comes before the opening credits. TGBOTG - The Great Bird Of The Galaxy (Roddenberry) TRAILER - previews (commercials) for the next EXCITING episode. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 82 CONVENTIONS Feb. 1 & 2 - Starcon '92 at the Sands Hotel Casino in Atlantic City, N.J., with guests George Takei, James Doohan, Walter Koenig, John de Lancie, Dave McDonnell (Starlog editor), DC comics letterer Bob Pinaha and DC artist Arne Starr. Call (609)485-0644 for information. Oklahoma City, OK. February 7-9 . Central Plaza hotel. Psurealcon with guest authos Tad Williams. For more info, call Psurrealcon at 800 -233-2219 Hollywood, FL. February 14-16. Castlegate Hoteh. Vulkon with guests Patrick Stewart, Mike Okuda, Richard Arnold, J.M. Dillard, and Laura Banks Atlanta, Ga February 22-23 Patrick Stewart, Michael Okuda, Jeanne Dillard, Richard Arnold, Laura Banks, Cheryl Mandus. CREATION CONVENTIONS If yot want information about the following conventions. call (516) SHOWMAN. Los Angeles: Feb 2. Quantum Leap Convention. Universal City Hilton. With Scott Bakula, and Dean Stockwell. Manhattan: Feb 16-27. Ramada Hotel Abual show with Jonathan Frakes, amd Peter David. Valley Forge: Feb 16-17. Convention Center. Tucson: Febuary 22-23. Convention Center with Marina Sirtis. Pittsburgh: March 7-8. Pittsburgh Sheraton Square with Marina Sirtis. Montreal: March 21-22. Montreal Sheraton Downton. Los Angeles: March 27-29. Los Angeles Bonaventure Hotel. 5th Anniversary Salute to Star Trek The Next Generation with Patrick Stewart, Brent Spiner, Jonathan Frakes, Gates McFadden, Marina Sirtis, Levar Burton, Wil Wheaton, Michael Dorn, Majel Barrett Roddenberry. Edmonton: March 28-29. Coast Terrace Inn with Nichelle Nichols. Regina, Canada: Apr 11-12. Hotel Sasketchewan with Nichelle Nichols. Boston: April 11-12. Hynes Center with Patrick Stewart. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 83 New Haven: April 12. Park Plaza Hotel with Patriock Stewart. San Francisco: April 25-26. Cow Palace. Dearborn: April 25-26. Dearborn Civic Center. Los Angeles: May 16-17. Fango Weekend of Horrors. Hyatt Hotel with guest Dario Argenta. Minneapolis: May 16-17. Convention Center. (Tentative). Cincinnati: May 23-24. Convention Center with Gates McFadden. Valley Forge: June 20-21. Convention Center. Buffalo: June 20-21. Radisson (Formerly the Ramada Renaissance) with Gates McFadden. Manhattan: June 27-28. Ramada Hotel. Manchester, NH: July 11-12. Holiday Inn. Portland, Oregon: July 11-12. Holliday Inn Airport with Jonathan Frakes. Dearborn: July 25-26. Civic Center. Reno: Aug 8-9. Pioneer Center. Manhattan: Aug 29-30. Ramada Hotel. Annual Show. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star trek information zine Page 84 STARBASES Granite Cities Best Higher Powered BBS (612) 654-8372 (408) 737-9447 St. Cloud, Mn. Sunnyvale, Ca. SysOp Christine Blount SysOp Bob Jacobson Intelec Online The Rat Trap (516) 867-4447 (801) 561-5025 Baldwin, NY. West Jordan, Utah SysOp Cliff Watkins SysOp Marty Greenlief Strawberry Patch America Online (606) 432-0879 Pikeville, Ky. SysOp Terry West Cyber Space (206) 248-7647 Seattle, Wa. SysOp Michael Brunk I will be selecting one more official distribution points during the coming months. I need an official distribution site in the central Portion of the U.S. If you are the SysOp of a BBS, and would like to be an official distribution site for SSN, please send me some information Geographic area Modem type Storage space Networked mail Fee's Additional nodes SSN P.O. Box 118 East Bernstadt, Ky. 40729 SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 85 ABOUT SSN Sub Space News is not affiliated with Paramount, nor any of the actors within Star Trek, and Paramount retains the copyrights to any registered logo I may use. I have been a fan of Star Trek since 1967, and I am a serious trekker. In fact, I read 6 Star Trek conferences, and host three of them. I host the Intelec, Smart Net, and Lite Link Star Trek conferences. I participate in the U'NI net, Ilink, and RIME Star Trek conferences as well. If you have access to any of these nets, leave a message to Bill Lambdin, and I will get back to you. If you have access to America Online, my screen name there is "Geordi1701" I am dedicating this publication in memory of Gene Roddenberry, and to his ideals for the future. I hope to publish this publication on a bi-monthly basis to start. If the Trekkers support this, it may move to a monthly schedule. Live long and prosper. HAILING FREQUENCIES CLOSED SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 86 TRIDIMENSIONAL CHESS Excerpts from original article by Andrew Bartmess. in the "Star Trek Giant Poster Book" Issue 14, October 1977 Published by Paradise Press Incorporated A STANDARD tri-dimensional chess set consists of three main boards and four moveable attack boards. The lowermost board holds White's chessmen at the opening of the game and is termed "White's Board (W)". The middle board is the "Neutral Board (N)" and the top board is "Black's Board (B)". The attack boards start the game on the rear pegs of the Black and White boards, and are referred to as "Queen's Level (QL)" and "King's Level (KL)" depending upon which level holds the King and Queen at the start of the game. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I I I I I ----------------- I I I I I ----------------- I P I P I P I P I --------- ----------------- --------- I P I P I IKT I B I B IKT I I P I P I --------- ----------------- --------- I R I Q I I K I R I --------- --------- STARTING POSITION The easiest way to learn Tri-D chess is to begin by looking at the chess board from the top. The three main boards form one board eight squares long and four squares wide, with the attack boards overhanging at the corners. Imagine this overview as one flat board; any move you can make in a standard chess game (flat board) you can make in Tri-D chess, but you have the option of deciding which level you wish to land on. Since every overlapping square is the same colour, you can land on either. Two chessmen of the same (or different) colours can occupy the same square (on different levels). For notation purposes, the main board is listed in four files (Queen's Knight, Queen's Bishop, King's Bishop and King's Knight from left to right) and eight ranks, followed by the board which the piece lands on (ex: Queen to QKt6, N) SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 87 Queen's King's Level Level --------- --------- I 4 I 2 I I 2 I 4 I --------------------------- I 3 I 1 I I I 1 I 3 I --------------------------- I I I I I ------------------- Black I I I I I Board ------------------- Io I I I oI ------------------- I I I I I ------------------- Neutral Io I I I oI Board ------------------- I I I I I White Board --------------------------- I 4 I 2 I I I 2 I 4 I --------------------------- I 3 I 1 I I 1 I 3 I --------- --------- Queen's King's Level Level ^ ^ ^ ^ I I I I QKt QB KB KKt File File File File The attack boards, when occupied by a pawn or less, may move to any adjacent pin position and such action constitutes one move. The attack boards are fantastic devices; in three quick moves you can move your pawn into your opponent's "Queening Zone" (the last rank of the B or W boards, or the attack boards) and reclaim a captured Queen. The levels have their own notations; Queen's Level One is the square on which the Queen starts the game, QL2 is the Queen's Pawn's starting position, QL3 is the Qr, and QL4 is the QRP. Reversely, KL1 holds the King, KL2 is KP, KL3 is KR, and KL4 is the KRP. This notation is like the ranks; when looking at your opponent's attack boards, you number them exactly like your own. There are three ways of opening a Tri-D chess game: you may open with a Knight (ex: Kt-QB3, N) or with one of the four pawns on the main board There are three ways of opening a Tri-D chess game: you may open with a Knight (ex: Kt-QB3, N) or with one of the four pawns on the main board s of each board are listed in this manner: all pins on the King's side of the board are "King's Pins" and all those SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 88 on the Queen's side are "Queen's Pins". On each board the closest pin is designated One, the one fathest away is Two. Thus, the attack boards begin the game on QP1 and KP1. After three pieces have left the QL or KL you are left with one pawn which overhangs the main board. To free it, you may move (for example) QL-QP1, N and in your next move cross to the other side of the board; QL-KP1, N thus placing the pawn over the board. Once the attack boards have left the opening position, they become capturable pieces. An attack board (let's say White's) can be captured in this manner: the attack board is occupied by *one* of white's pieces. If one of Black's chessmen can capture White's piece, and becomes the only piece on the attack board, the board is considered to be Black's property. Black would control three attack boards instead of the two he started out with. White can recapture the Level in the same manner, and so it goes. If you can capture the attack board with a pawn, you can begin moving it immediately. Empty Levels are effectively "neutral" and remain the property of the original owner, free to maneuver. To be captured, an attack board must be occupied by a chessman. Any time after the first move a King may "castle" by exchanging places with the King's Rook. To castle on the Queen's side you must move the Queen out of QL1. Once this square is clear, you move K-QL1 and QR-KL1, thus castling. A piece may *not* drop down a level to the same square. Such a move when viewed from above would be the same as standing still. When making a move that remains on one board, all moves are the same as on a regular chess board. When in doubt on a move that crosses a level (ex: moving a Queen from QL1, B to QKt8, W) you must look down from above the board. If a piece is blocking your move (just as if the squares were on a flat board) you can't make the move. You can, however, move your piece onto the square just above or below the block and attempt the move in more than one turn. The strategy of Tri-D chess is simple: by deploying your men all over the levels you increase the the possibility that you opponent will overlook one of your key men. Conversely, you must check out your moves carefully before making them, or you may discover that your Queen has been taken by a Pawn that was hidden three levels down. This is also the main reason for moving and inverting (ex: QL X) the attack boards, which counts as one move. Just one more out-of-the-way square to be overlooked by your opponent. Although looking at the game from the top is a good way to learn how to play, by the time you have played a few games you should be able to play without standing up, just envisioning the moves in your mind. Well, that's it. A few notes are in order: you should have a good knowledge of standard chess before attempting this game. Also, if you are a good chess player you can probably come up with some good modifications to improve playability (as some of my friends did). For example, the "blocking rule" could be modified so you can move "through" a piece in your way if that piece will be above (or was it below?) you during the move. SUB SPACE NEWS; Star Trek information zine Page 89 Making the board should be no problem; my friend used 1/4" clear plexiglass for the boards and used a router to put a grid of channels on them to make the squares; the frame can be made out of welded metal. I suggest making the attack boards as light as possible so you can invert them, else you'll have to hold them in place.