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1. Spock was looking forward to this game. His new offensive strategy had won an infreauent victory from the computer. Nowit was the captain's turn. His eyes strayed around Kirk's quarters as he continued to compute the endless variations the captain might employ to escape an inevitable defeat. Spock was going to enjoy this game. . Kirk came in, rubbing his hands together expectantly. "Sorry I'm late. Ready to start?" He settled into a chair and led with hiskn,ight. Spock had anticipated the opening. "Got a message from Starfleet. On our way to rendezvous with the Potemkin, they want us to drop off a geology team on Vogel II." Kirk moveda pawnup to protect his knight. "What do you knowabout tril ithium, Spock?" The Vulcan kept his attention on the game, This time he was not going to be distracted. "Trilithiul11 has the same properties as dilithium, yet is more stable by a ratio of 3:1. The Federation Experimental Geology Department has successfully created small quantities under laborarory conditions condition~ which could theoretically exist but there is no record of any natural deposit. There would be certain hazards involved in mining trilithium, but the advantages would make the dangers acceptable." The captain nonchalantly moved his bishop. "Youmean the radiation?" He was surprised that Kirk was so well-versed on the subject. "Yes, sir. The radiation is extremely low-grade, dangerous only when physi~al contact is made, leaving a characteristic bluish burn. Prolonged contact can result in death. However, the problem could easily be solved." Kirk leaned forward to rescue an endanger.ed rook, "That's it, then. An Orion trader was brought into Starbase 12 suffering from radiation poisoning, and he had severe burns on his hands. Blue burns. He's in pretty bad shape, but before he lapsed into a coma, they found out he picked up some unusual crystals on Vogel II. Stafleet thinks it might be trilttl'1jumo" Spock was immediately intrigued. The propsect of actually locating a natural deposit was intriguing. "I'll 1eave a survey team on Vogel to investigate whil ewe get the remaining vaccine to the Potemkin they'll take it back to Medical Stores. I never want to see another epidemic like the one we just left."

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Spock nodded in agreement. It was an experience he also did not want to relive. They had vaccinated Bolsa's entire population, but it had not helped those already infected. The dead numbered in the thousands. The entire Enterprise cre~ had been pressed into service, and when they left orbit 41-hours ago, the ship had given an almost audible sigh of relief. Spock brought his thoughts back to the present. He wanted this mission very badly. "Have you selected the personnel for the . land-ing party?"

Kirk grinned. "You'll be in charge. Take Gilder and Haskins from Geology, and two security guards." The caDtain paused a moment, considering, "I also.want you to take McCoy.w "McCoy? I was not aware the doctor was experienced in the field of geology. " ..

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Kirk's face turned serious, his eyes thoughtful. 'II checked the tape on the original survey of Vogel made eight years ago. It's a paradise, Spack: beautiful, no harmful species, and uninhabited except for some lower life forms. I think it's what McCoyneeds right now. He's been th~gh hell with this epidemic, and two weeks~.~V.rwork and stimulants are catching up with him. I'm worried; he's been too quiet and distant lately. Maybeit would help if he got away for a while and relaxed. The survey reported some plants that Pharmacologymight be interested in, and there's the danger from radiation if you find the tri1ithium. That should be enough justification if he questions it." The thought of McCoyaccompanying the landing party was not a welcome one. Then Spock realized he had not seen the doctor since leaving Bensa. liVery well, Captain." "Good. Now, how hard is it gOiM to be to locate the trilithium?" "Trilithium reflects the characteristics of its surroundings; therefore, it can only be detected by the radiation. A tricorder should obtain a reading if we are within twenty meters of a deposit." A long low whistle came across the table. "You have to be that close? Looks like you have your work cut out for yoU." Kirk lifted a pawn to the second level and glanced up at Spack with a grin. "Check." II. The transporter beamdissipated, leaving the landing party in a small, forested valley. Vogel was not the paradise Jim Kirk had described. It was mid-afternoon, planet time, but little light wa~ able to penetrate the tall trees and dense cloud cover. A cold, foggy drizzle shrouded the valley, sending a chill through "its visitors. Spack glanced around at the others, his eyes pausing on McCoy. Normally the doctor would be full of complaints about the weather or some other minor inconvenience, but he was unusually quiet. He started toward McCoywhen an eager voice drew his attention. "Mr. Spack, there's a clearing over there. Should we set up camp and get started?" He surveyed the area indicated and found no objection with the site. "It will do, Mr. Gilder. Youmay proceed." As the geologist movedoff, Spack recalled what he knewabout the young man. Lieutenant Tfiomas Gilder, head of Geology at 26, was brilliant by humanstandards, yet impetuous and unmilitary. Out of habit, he mentally checked the rest of the party. Ensign John Haskins was Gilder's assistant: less brilliant but more stable. The guards were Robert Olsen, head of third shift security, and Phillip Shaw, a new replacement, both with good records. The complement appeared adequate. They quickly set up the tents, and soon Spock was ready to have the equipment beameddown. "We'll hafta lock in on your communicator, Mr. Spock. The area you're in is loaded with copper and distortin' our reading's." The soft Scottish burr was not overly concerned, and the equipment appeared without mishap. "Kirk to Spock." "Yes, Captain. II "We should be back in four days, your time. Take care of things. When we return, I expect to :f~nd you sitting on a tri1 ithium deposit."

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Spock briefly considered pointing out the dangers of such a seating arrangement, then decided against it. "Yes, Captain. Spock out. II Setting the tricorder on long-range scan, he swept the area. The heavy concentration of minerals wreaked havoc with the delicate instrument. "There appear to be no large animals in the immediate area. One

guard in campwill be sufficient. II

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Spock turned to face Gilder with obvious disapproval. "Er...I mean, Phil here, II indicating the new guard, "is an amateur

rockhound.

He could be a lot of help in our search.

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Shaw's assistance was accepted and the small group split conduct individual surveys until nightfall.

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* * * * Spock was the last to return to camp that night and almost tripped over Haskins in the dark. "Gee, I'm sorry, Mr. Spock. I didn't hear you coming.II He eyed the ensign, then fixed his gaze on the pile of branches at his feet. A finger rose slowly to indicate the wood. "MayI inquire as totf\eir purpose?" Haskins seemed a little embarrassed and bent to pick up the offending stack, then started to back toward camp. "Well, Tomthought it would be

nice to have a fire and.. .ah. .. II

The explanation was cut short when GHor spotted him. "What's keeping you, John? We're all ready for the " Spock stepped into the moonlight and Gilder finished feebly, " kindling." "Perhaps you would care to explain, Mr. Gilder," The geologist squirmed and lowered his voice. "I thought it would be nice to have a real fire instead of setting off incindieries. It would make it more like home, more relaxed. I think some of us need to ~elax." Gilder nodded toward the doctor, sitting apart and taking tricorder readings on a plant specimen. Kirk was not the only one who had noticed a difference in McCoy.

liVerywell.

I have no objections.

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minutes as Gilder worked on the fire. The doctor held the plant tightly but was not really looking at it. Spock was sure McCoy's mind was somewhere else. But where? The fire was a success. After several false starts, the dampwood caught, sending warmgreen and yellow flames into the night. The weather cleared, leaving the planet surrounded by a diamond-studded sky. The afternoon's work had created large appetites, so all the dinner plates were put down empty except one. McCoyhad moved to the inviting warmth of the fire, but barely touched his meal. , Gilder had watched the silent physician all evening and was obviously concerned. "Hey, Doc. Tell us about the time you and the captain were arrested in that whorehouse on Starbase 6." Spock was nearly apoplectic, but .tbe doctor smiled, recalling the incident. "It wasn't a whorehouse, Tom. It was a...a residence for young women.II McCoyrelated the rather lewd story to everyone's delight and Spock's fascination regaining for a time the humanity and'animation that were his trademark.

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By the end of the tale, the fire had fallen into glowing embers, so the group dispersed into the two shelters. Spack, McCoyand Gilder were sharing their lodgings with the test equipment, but each managed to find sleeping room. It was not long before silence settled over the camp. * * * * McCoycould hear Tom's even breathing and snores from the next shelter. He wasn't sure about Spack. The Vulcan could be asleep or he was never quite certain which. The doctor was tired merely resting and wanted desperately to sleep. But that's when the dreams came, great unsettling nightmares that had plagued him for more than a week. He fought against it most of the night, but exhaustion finally forced sleep upon him near dawn.

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He was high on a pedestal, looking out over a multitude that surrounded him. As far as the eye could see, there were thousands of them: faceless men, women and children pressing forward with fists raised and accusing fingers stabbing in his direction. They couldn't reach him up here, but a fear gnawed at his gut. He knew they were dead, but still they wanted something from him. Without warning, a shout rose from the crowd. He heard them all too clearly. "You could have saved us. You just watcbed us die. Why didn't you try to help?" The chant was repeated, each time the voices growing louder. He tried to tell them he had done all he could, but the crescendo was drowning him out. "You could have saved us " Kneeling on the cold marble, he shouted to make himself heard. But the throng wouldn't listen, and his own mind rejected hi~ words. " ...You just

watched us die..."

to cover his TO HELP?..." . their

The noise was deafening.

He reached up

ears, but they would not be silenced. "WHYDIDN'T YOU TRY He couldn't stand it any longer. His head pounded with

voices.

The noise was threatening

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"gone. Silence. He opened his eyes and looked down. Where thousands had stood, an ocean now stretched to the horizon. Waves lapped lazily at his feet, and the sound of the sea filled his ears. They were truly gone... not even an echo remained. Relief flowed through him as he watched the sun dance on the water, but it was strangely disquieting. In no direction could he catch sight of land: his pedestal had become a prison. He was alone. Totally alone. He sat down and watched the ocean flow around him as it whispered in an unfamiliar language. What was said was not important, so long as it was peaceful. Recogni tion came slow1 y. The waves spoke his name and he bent to listen. "Why didn't you try to help them?" The question was so soft and unexpected that it sliced through him with the keen edge of a knife. Why? Why? Would it never stop? Even the gently waves questioned him and he had no reply that would still them. The sound of soft cries reached out over the water. His eyes lifted to search the sky for a sea bird, but there was nothing. He would never leave this place. His lone companion would be the questioning sea. The cries came again, but he didn't look up. He knew it was his soul that cried out, and his tears fell to mingle with the salt water surrounding him.

Jerking out of the dream, McCoyfound he was trembling.

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dead; why couldn't they toleave him alone? He had done everything, ~verl: thing within his power help He . - them. It wasnit his fault they die. 4.

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was so tired. The stimulant hangover still had him on edge, and he couldn't get enough rest to get rid of it. It was useless trying to sleep now. The stale air of the shelter closed in on him, suffocating him; he had to get out. Not wanting to wake the others, he ducked out of the tent quietly, but once outside, he was unsure what to do. "Morning, Doctor." The voice from out of the darkness startled him. Then he made out the large Nordic frame of 01sen, who was on guard. "Good morning, Bob. I think I'll take a walk before breakfast." "I III get Phil to go with you." He had to be alone. "No, let him sleep. 1111 be okay; there's nothing to worry-about here." Before the guard could protest, McCoy struck out on his own, climbing ithe forested hill that rose above camp. He climbed as a wounded animal will instinctively cl imb, with an \ iI urgency he didn't understand. It wasn't hard or far, and as he crested the hill, the trees around him dwindled. Looking out, he could see the plains below were in deep shadow, as was the valley he had just left. An icy wind swept up the slope, cutting through his uniform. Slowly, he lowered himself to the earth and leaned back against a tree. His arms were wrapped tightly aroung his knees, fighting the cold from without, but the chill from within would no longer be denied. It all came back to him. The overflowing hospital, the stench of human bodies, and everywhere death. Treat the symptoms and make them comfortable; that's all he could do. Long before he arrived, Bolsa's medical community had been working day and night to find a cure for the disease. They had given him

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a choice. He could have joined the research, but instead worked in the hospital in a futile attempt to help the stricken. Not a single patient survived. All the work and sleepless nights had been for nothing. Maybe he should have spent his time in a laboratory. A cold, hard fist formed in the pit of his stomach. He was good at research, had a knack for it. He had found cures in two days before; couldn't he have found one in two weeks? The fist in his stomach took a firm grip on his heart. Oh Godl Were the nightmares right? Why hadn't he tried? A cure would have saved hundreds and he might have found it, but he never even triedl The implications spun through McCoy's tired mind. Realization was crashing in on him too fast, and he was a good enough psychologist to know he was in no shape to deal with it now. He had to stop thinking about it. Find a diversion.. .anything to make it go away. He forced his eyes open and looked out over the plains. The scene had changed and his breath caught as he got to his feet. The sun was just peeking over the distant hills, lining the clouds with silver and gold. Before him, the slope was ablaze with wild flowers. He stooped to pick a fragile bloom. It was pink, as a seashell is pink, with soft velvet petals. The fragrance was as the flower, light and delicate. A variety of blossoms spilled down the hill: red balls, orange candles, yellow teacups, all reaching toward the first light of dawn. Tall, blue grass waved in the morning breeze, reminding him of a lake where he used to fish. A stream meandered aimlessly across the meadow where local wildlife watered quietly. The spotted deer-like creatures seemed unafraid of the approaching mother and her two young, who could only be described as bear-sized tribbles with furry heads. On the far side of the meadow rolled a succession of gentle hills covered by brilliant yellow leaves capping pure white trunks. He looked

at the tree beside him and the forest surrounding thp. ramp below. The trunks were auburn, nearly red, and stout enough to support the abundant growth. The leaves were greenish-blue and broad, with an almost mirror-like surface. Beyond the valley, great jagged mountains climbed into golden clouds. The rising sun bathed their surfaces in yellow light and purple shadows broken by wide veins of bright blue copper. A sweet song came.from overhead and he looked up. At first he saw only the brightening azure sky through the leaves. But then a piece of sky moved. It was a bird no larger than a meadowlark with two long flowing ribbons for a tail. The sun was half up and the sky was alive with birds, their songs filling the air. The beauty surrounding him was like fine crystal, and he dared not move for fear of destroying it. It was such a fleeting moment, but if he could hold on to this gift of peace and beauty, maybe with time he could think things through and deal with the haunting doubts. For now he was content to not think, and let the peace wash over him. The sun found his place on the hill, its yellow rays warming him. For the momenthe was content. McCoysensed, rather than heard, the approach from the valley and somehowknew it was Spock. "Youare up early, Doctor." "Couldn't sleep." He wanted to be left alone; couldn't Spock see .. that?

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The Vulcan came up beside him and looked out over the meadow. "Interesting

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"The blue grass. It is a result of the high copper content of the soil which is necessary for the formation of trilithiuma" Spock was reducing the scene to its chemical composition and he wanted him to stop. IISpockt I really don't care why it's blue." "But it is fascinating howcopper has influenced this entire area. The high concentration in these trees produced the blue leaves and the green flames last night. Even the birds and animals have developed a protective coloration." As Spock's voice droned ont McCoywatched as the enchantment of the place was torn from him. He couldn't ignore the science involved science was hjs lifet he had to accept it. The crystal beauty had been shattered; now it was a scientific curiositYt no more. Ther~ was no escape for him heret and the doubts came crashing back. What little peace he had felt was gone andt at that momentt he hated Spock for destroving it. It was difficult keeping the edge out of his voice. 1100you have to pick everything apart? Just oncet why can't you look at something because it's beautiful?1I IIBeauty is superficialt while the science which explains it is fundamental and lasting." McCoystared at the viewt trying to replace some of the magic. IIBut doesn't this stir anything in you? It's peaceful heret relaxingt and you don't have to think. Doubts and fears can seem insignificant in the face of all this...or don't you have doubts?" "Not Doctor. Mydecisions are a result of logical dedUctions based on the information available. There is no reason to doubt under those circumstances." McCoy's voice was lowt almost inaudible. "Someof us aren't that lucky. II

"Lucky?"

He glanced sideways at the Vulcan. MaybeSpock could give him the help and support he needed. But he was afraid to askt afraid of what the reply might be. "I meant sometimes it's hard for us humans to face our doubts...even with help." "There is nothing that one mind can do to resolve a question within another's. Everyone must find their own solution." '''Physician heal thyself't eh? I guess you're right~1I Spock's words hurt more than he thought they would. Either the Vulcan was totally insensitive or he didn't care. So be it! He would get through this on his own somehow. "Doctort I fail to understand " Real anger sharpened McCoy's voice. "You never did understandt Spock. Not the crewt not me -- not even Jimt really. SomedaYtmaybe you'll be humanenough. But not now. Weall 1ive in a 'hell of our own makingt but you just can't see thatt can yoU?1I Comprehension dawned too late in the Vulcan's eyes. IIIf you are reproaching yourself for what occurred on Bolsat it is illogical. I am certain your actions were correct; you could have done nothing more. II "You don't knowthatl No one does! Howcan you be sure I did the right thing? I didn't even try to find a cure." ..

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Spock stepped past him to look out over the meadow. "There is no point in discussing it. What has happened is past. Dwelling on it serves no purpose." McCoyreached out and pulled the Vulcan around to face him. "What do you think I am? I'm not made of stone. I can't just dismiss hundreds of lives like that. They were people, humanbeings, with dreams and futures that will never be realized. They're dead, Spock, and maybe I

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IIThat's right! I!!!! a doctor and a good one, no matter what you may think! Jv~t once allow me the privilege of making a medical judgment without your damned10gic!1I The muscle in Spock's jaw tensed. "In your present state of mind, I doubt you are capable of making any kind of judgment. The odds of you ~t1r:rg a cure independently were totally unacceptable." .

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III'm not like you!

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odds in my work. As long as there's life, I've got to try to preserve it. If you fail with your computer, you can start over. If I fail, a man dies.1I The Vulcan's tone was controlled but cold. "You are determined to assume a guilt which is not yours. Continuing this discussion would serve no purpose." IIReally? Is Jim the only one you'll allow to have doubts or weaknesses? The rest of us are human, too, you know.. .or don't you care?1I Spock's words had cut deeply and McCoywanted to strike back, but he never meant to say that. His first impulse was to apologize, but the Vulcan did not show pain or anger, only puzzlement. It was as if Spock was watching a lab animal exhibiting an unusual behavior. . Maybethat's all he was to Spock: some strange, emotional animal to be scientifically observed. The pain of the argument was tearing him apart and he wanted to end it once and for all. III guess I've been wrong about you, Spock. I always gave you credit for having more emotions and understanding than you would ever admit to. They're just not there, are they? I give up. Go .head and be a Vulcan. I can't change you; I should never have tried.1I McCoyturned away, trying to hide the hurt and disappointment that had forced his words. If Spock could only reach out to him, say something, anything, to show he cared...but the sound of retreating footsteps dashed his hopes. As McCoygazed back across the meadow, he tried to recapture some of the earl ier peace. The scene had changed. The sun was well up, and the the breeze was gone; the birds had been frightened away by their voices. Anger had destroyed it...his nnger. He couldnOt face his doubts, so he Spock. For years he had tried to had struck out at the easiest target get through to he who 1ay behind that Vulcan mask and this time had needed some of the compassion and understanding so readily given to Jim. Had he expected too much? He'd never been able to get close to Spock, but maybe that was because they were too alike. The Vulcan had no way of knowing how he felt about this or anything else. They both ~fd behind barriers that protected them. But Spock had gotten to him this time and it hurt. McCoyrubbed his eyes. The fatigue was getting to him; why else would he lash out like that? One thing was certain; the Vulcan did have emotions and must be feeling hurt or angry. An apology was in order and, hopefully, it would mend thejr friendship. It was a lie that Vulcans 8.

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were incapable of taking offense. This one became offended easily. Heading back toward camp, he tried to frame the words that would say howsorry he was about the outburst, but the group around the morning fire was minus one Vulcan. "Where's Spock?" Gilder looked up from where he was tending the little blaze. "Hi, Doc. He came through here a few minutes ago, grabbed his equipment, and headed toward the mountains. Said he may not be back tonight." McCoynodded. He wanted to follow Spock, but knew he'd never be able fo find him. The apology would have to wait. He watched as the remaining membersof the party crouched around the fire, converting it into a makeshift stove. "Tom, what are you doing?" "Well, the rations aren't too bad cold, but if you warmthem up, they're actually good. I could use a phaser to heat them, but I can never get the setting quite right. Last time I tried, the container melted into the stew and nobody in the group spoke to me for two days. I'd just as soon not take the chance this trip." Breakfast did turn ou~ ~o be better than the usual landing party fare. Gilder glowed under the compliments and turned to McCoy. are they as good as they "Doc? Those little lavender berries look?" McCoysuspected what was coming. "THeyhave a high natural sugar content, aren't harmful and they are delicious. What are you cooking

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"Bob has to stay in camp. If he would watch the pot and give it a few stirs, I could fi~ a cobbler for lunch. Whatdo you say? It won't take long to pick enough berries." The agreement was unanimous, and half an hour later a rock specimen container was requisitioned from the tent and positioned over the fire. With their dessert assured, the group collected their equipment. A light and mischevious mood had everyone in high spirits as they started out of camp in various directions. As McCoyheaded back toward the meadowhe turned to call after the others. "I wanta11 of you to report back here at noon sharp and that's an order. Stragglers don't get fed." "Yes, sir!" "Aye, aye, Commander." "Whatever you say,sir." Concealed in the bushes close to camp, another man silently promised to return. But he would not be alone. * * * *

The Konyawas the newest battlecruiser in the Klingon rmperia1 Fleet. It had been specifically chosen for this mission, but Captain Kultor wasn't exactly pleased with the honor. He had risen through the ranks by being very careful in his dealings with the Federation and the Empire. It was difficult to sav which posed a greater threat. From the very beginning, this mission had taken on a foul smell. The Orion had traded the crystals at a K1ingon outpost, but it took far too long to discover their properties. Rumorsof tri1ithium had filtered into the Empire, but to have the crystals dropped in their lap smelled of a trap. Even if everything was as it appeared', the Orion was gone no one knewwhere and all they knewwas that the crystals had come from Vogel II in Federation territor;y.

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Their approach to the planet had been slow and cautious, which drew a few impatient remarks from his first officer. Kultor glanced at the man beside him. CommanderKopel was young and inexperienced. This was the new breed of officer rising within the Imperial Fleet: wealthy, from influential families, but untested by battle. Peace with the Federation was responsible for the change. If the war was still going on, things would be different...and his captaincy secure. These young officers were ambitious. some already having risen to command rank. Kultor had seen his comrades lose their ships to younger men and was determined it would not happen to him. At first, Kopel had seemed to accept his authority, only occasionally showing the rebelliousness of youth. The boy was bright and willing to learn, but then Lieutenant Keck transferred aboard. Kultor had been warned about Keck. The man was small and wiry and the constantly darting black eyes missed nothing. Keck was a spy for the Empire, searching the Imperial Fleet for dissenters. He had a hatred for authority in general and the captain of the Konya'in particular. It was unnerving when the lieutenant struck up a friendship with Kopel. appealing to the young man's vanity with praise and compliments. Veiled warnings did no good; Kopel liked the attention he was getting. Kultor could handle either one of them alone; but Keck's purpose, combined with Kopel's influence, posed a dangerous threat to his command. The two men had become inseparable. and together they watched every move he made. As soon as the ship achieved orbit around Vogel. a life reading was taken of the planet, but it was next to useless. There was intelligent life down there, but howmany? Where? The readings were badly distorted because of the minerals in the area they were sent to investigate. Before they could begin searching for the trilithium. the life forms had to be sought out and destroyed. Kultor eyed his first officer carefully. This would be the perfect chance to test the friendship between Keck and the young man. Kopel see what it was really like to commanda man like the lieutenant. Keck didn't like to take orders from anyone; least of all from a boy he neither feared nor respected. If their mission was successful it would reflect on Kultor; but-a failure could also be turned to his advantage. "CommanderKopel." The young man snapped to attention. "Yes, Captain." "Youwill lead the landing party. Lieutenant Keck will accompany you with three others of your choosing. I want you to locate the life forms on the planet. determine their origin and report back to me as soon as possible." Kopel seemed uneasy with the assignment. "MayI request additional men? Wemay be outnumbered. II .

The captain smiled inwardly. This boy wasn't as naive as he

,appeared. "Request denied. Youare going there for reconnaiSsaoc&, not an invasion. The more men you take, the greater the chance that .

~hey willhasfind you. me It that should be too difficult; Imperial ouncil assured the not Federation is unawarethe of the trilithium." He lookerl purposely at~Keck. The little man probably knew better than he what went on in the Imperial Council. "Those 1ife forms could be explorers or more Orions. Of course. if the task if beyond you, I wil 1 assign another officer. II 10.

"No, sir. Wewill leave at once. The sun is just rising in that area which will be to our advantage." Ku1tor watched as Kopel and Keck left the bridge. The commander had accepted the rebuff with grace. But it was obvious by the hatred in Keck's eyes that the lieutenant was very uneasy about being assigned to the landing party. With both of them downon the planet, there would be no one left on the ship to guarantee their return if something went wrong. Ku1tor smiled to himself. Keck had reason to worry. He pushed himself out of the commandchair and stood behind the science officer. "Keep all scanners on long range. I want to be notified immediately if another ship is detected. WhenKopel calls, put it through to my quarters." Ku1tor left the bridge, stopped for a quick meal, then headed for his cabin. Maybehe could get a little sleep before something happened. He'd been awake since crossing into Federation territory, expecting to be cha11enged at any moment. But so far the mission had gone smoothly. Perhaps he had been wrong about his misgivings. As Ku1tor entered his ~abin, a smile lit his face. Seated in his chair with boots propped up on his desk was CommanderKab. He and Kab started their careers together and the commanderenjoyed a certain amount of intimacy that no one else dared try. If Kab had come from a better family or had more ambition, he would have his own ship, but the man seemed content to live in the shadow of his captain and fri end. "Wouldyou mind getting your feet off my desk?" The relaxed form didn't move. "I'm trying it on for size; it might be mine soon." Kultor went to the other chair and sat down. "What are you talking. about?" Kab's eyes openly accused him. "Keck. For him it's become a matter of survival. He knowsyou're on to him and he'll do his best .

to see that you lose this ship.

Whatwere you thinking of, sending

him down to the planet? If those two carry out this mission successfully, you wilL.." " .. . take the credit," Ku1tor finished. "Don't be too. sure. The man's an animal and he's out to get you. If you make one questionable decision, he'll blow it all out of proportion before the Imperial Council and that kid Kopel will support him. Get him back up here where he can be watched, and keep him away from the boy." "I'm still not sure that this isn't a Federation trap and if I have to lose any men, I'd just as soon that Keck was one of them. Besides, I want to give Kopel the pleasure of trying to deal with him." Kab was shaking his head, which troubled Ku1tor. He had learned from experience to trust the commander's judgment. And there was some truth in what he said. "All right, if the life forms prove harmless, I'll bring him back, but not before. In any case, if something happens to me, how.do you figure you'll end up in command?" Kab braced a boot on the edge of the desk and pushed back to teeter on the chair's back legs. "You don't think Keck will keep Kopel around once you're disposed of, do you? He'll dispense with him in short order. Family or no family, Kopel is incapable of command. Naturally, as third in line, I will be forced . . to take over." 11.

"Over my dead body." "Exactly. " An uneasy silence hung between them until it was broken by a communication signal from the planet's surface. "Ku1tor here." CommanderKopel's voice crackled in the cabin. "Captain. we have located the life forms. They're Star Fleet personnel: three science officers and two security guards. Lieutenant Keck says they're wearing the insignia of the starship Enterprise." The Enterprise? He had heard about that ship from someone. "Were you able to find out anything about their ship or mission?" "No, sir. They split up and left camp in different directions, but Keck did overhear that they plan to reassemble for the midday meal. Do you want us to track them down individually?" "No. Wait until you have them all together. Do you want more men to assist you?" Downon the planet there was a pause and muffled voices in the background. "No, sir. Wecan hand1e it." He caught a signal from Kab out of the corner of his eyes. "Stand by whil e I run a check on the Enterprise." Putting the communication on hold, he turned to the commander. "What is it?" Kab lowered his boots an the floor and leaned forward. "If Keck and Kopel are successful in defeating this starf1eet "army" of five men, you could be in real trouble." Kab was right, but there was more at stake here than his career. A myriad of thoughts crossed Ku1tor's mind, all conflicting with one another. If it was up to ,him, he'd abandon Keck and leave him to the Enterprise when she returned. It would mean-losing the boy and the other men, but he could live with that. Unfortunately, there was a matter of duty involved. He had been given a mission and a great deal depended on it. They must capture the humansand make them talk. He had to knowwhen to expect the starship and from which direction. There was little time and, as much as he hated to admit it, he needed the lieutenant. If anyone could get the information quickly, it would be Keck .

Kab was watching him closely, worry written plainly on his face. Ku1tor gave him'a half-hearted smile. "I remember nowwhere live heard about the Enterprise. Kor ran afoul of that ship on Organia, yet he respected both the ship and its officers. If I remembercorrectly, he described the crew as resourceful and the captain as a devil. I don't want to mix with them if I can avoid it. I can't pull Keck off that planet; I need him there." Kab's hand clutched his arm. "I still say you're taking too great a risk. If he succeeds, he'll manage to use this to destroy you." "That remains to be seen." Ku1tor reopened the channel to his waiting first officer. "Commander,you will attack the earthers' camp when they reassemb1e" but I want a prisoner. Prefereb1y the one in command. Find out where their ship is and when it will return. I also want any information they have on the tri1ithium. I expect these answers soon. Do not .fail. Ku1tor out." -.

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Kopel slipped the communicator back into his belt as he looked into the smiling face of his lieutenant. Keck had found the humans' camp and reported back almost immediately, but the captain had not seemed pl eased. "Whydidn't you want me to ask for more men?" "Wedon't need them and Kultor knows it. If you ask for hel p, he'll consider you unsure of yourself, and that's what he would put in your record. Don't worry; with the element of surprise on our side there's no way we can fa il .11 "I guess we wait until noon. We'd better get out of sight until then. After we ~apture the camp, we can get on to finding the tri-

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Keck eyed the young officer. '''Capture'? We only need one c~ptive for as long as it takes to get the information. You're not suggesting that we take them all prisoner, are you? May I remind you that a di~ruptor has only one setting: 'kill'. II Kopel had never killed anyone. Oh, he knew how, they had taught him that, but now that the possibility had become real, his mind rebelled at the idea. liThe guards may be a problem, but you said the

science officers

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. "They appeared unarmed, but we can't be sure. No sense in taking any chances. If you lose any men, the captain will hold you personally responsible. I've told you before, he's just waiting for a chance to discredit you. The man's jealous of your family and fast promotions. One bad decision and he'll destroy you. II

Kopel didn't want to believe it, but Keck had been around the old-style officers more than he had. Surely they couldn't!all be as black as Keck painted them. And the idea of killing without cause grated on his mind. "Wouldn't it be better to question as many as possible? If there's only one, he may not tell us what we need to know.II "One is all

I need. II

,The cold confidence in Keck's voice raised the hair on the back of Kopel's neck. He tried to regain control of the conversation. IIStil,l, I want them alive if possible. II Later, the captain would probably order them all killed, but that was up to Kultor. They found a heavil y wooded area not far from the humans' camp ~hat would conceal them.' The rest of the morning passed in silence as they waited for midday. As he sat there, Keck's words rattled around in his mind. When K~pel had first joined the Konya, everything had gone smoothly. The Officers' Academyhad emphasized duty to the Empire above all ~lse, but.Kul tor had introduced him to the beauty and power of a battl e cruise~. The captain was a stern man, but willing to teach him what he should knowabout the ship and its crew. He liked Kultor and tried hard to plea$e him, but lately things had changed. Keck had noticed Kultor's aloofness shortly after the lieutenant had joined the crew. Fromthe first day, the lieutenant had become Kopel's self-appointed watchdog, relaying gossip and other tidbits of information. It was nice to knowwhat others thought of you, but what Kopel was told of Kultor's feelings both upset and angered him. The captain was out to get him and he didn't even knowwhy. Kultor had never said anything to him to show his displeasure, but surely Keck .. wouldn't lie. ,

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The sun was almost overhead. Kopel stood slowly, his body protesting against the long wait. "It's time to go. We'll circle the camp. Wait for my signal, which will be the call of the Konya, then attack. II He had come to a decision. liThe security guards are to be killed at once, butll and he looked straight at Keck lithe others are

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the lieutenant commandermust not be killed." He expected Keck to protest his orders, but instead the lieutenant simply shrugged and started off toward the humans' camp. . They moved swiftly through the forest, arriving at their goal just as the sun reached its zenith. But something was wrong. Only four men were gathered around the fire; the lieutenant commanderwas not amongthem. Kopel hadn't even considered that one of them might

be missing; Keckhad been so sure. IIHe'll

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Oblivious to the danger, the humans seemed intent on a rather large pot. Kopel was too far away to hear the conversation, but the sound of laughter drifted easily across the clearing to his hiding place. One human, then another, would look toward the hill, watching for their companion, but no one came. It was past noon, and still they waited. One by one they finally started to eat with more anxious glances toward the hill. Kopel wondered if they were getting ready to leave. No, a thick substance was scooped from the pot and they began to eat again. He was getting worried; once they finished, the humans would be 1eaving,the opportunity lost. He turned to Keck, impatience edging his voice. IIWhereis he?1I "Maybethis will work better. Wecan take these four and get him later. That way there's no chance of hi~ being killed accidently." It would work so long as the fifth man did not arrive during the next few minutes. Cupping his hands to his mouth, Kopel gave a melancholy call. Before the echo left the valley, the two security guards were dead. The science officers were kneeling around the fire when the first blasts hit. A tall dark ensign stared in disbelief, but the other man made a dive for one of the dropped weapons. Twodisruptor beams caught him before he could reach the weapon and his dead body fell. The ensign hadn.'t moved, the shock of what happened evident on his young face. Kopel rose to take charge of him, but before he could move forward, a disruptor fired from beside him and th£ ~efense1ess humandied. The look he threw at Keck was one of astonishment mixed with anger. It was a direct disobedience of his orders and he had to do something. Kopel couldn't send the lieutenant back to the ship without telling the captain why, but if he kept him here, there would be trouble. Keck had challenged his ability to lead this mission and, deep down, Kopel knew the lieutenant was better qualified. The K1ingons gathered around their commander, awaiting orders. IISpread out and keep out of sight. The other one should show up soon. Remember,he must be taken alive at any cost.1I As they dlspersed, Kopel caught Keck's arm. IIWhatyou did was unforgivable. In the future you will follow my orders. Is that c1ear?1I A strange expression of humor and contempt crossed the man's face. IIWhateveryou saY.oosir.1I . . * * * * 14.

Damn! He was late for lunch and Tomwasn't going to let it go unnoticed, either. McCoyhurried back across the meadow, careful not to touch the tall blue grass. He had been surprised this morning to find that the blades had a serrated edge, but evp.nroses had .thorns. The hill s on the other side of the meadowhad shownonly minute traces of copper in the soil. Plant life there proved vastly different from what he had encountered in the valley, and his tricorder had found ~evera1 species which might have medicinal value. He must have tagged twelve or more with locators so they could be beamedup when the ship returned. He climbed the hill and, reaching the top, took a momentto look over the view that had so impressed him at dawn. The morning's argument came to mind as it often had during the past hours. Nowthat he had cooled off, he realized Spock was right. He did have to find his own solution; no one could do that for him. He haa-to know if he could have found the cure in time, and there was only one way to put the ghosts to rest. Whenhe returned to the ship, he'd do the research he had chosen not to do on Bo1sa. The ship's lab was full of specimens from the plague planet, more than enough for his purpose. Howlong would it take? Three months? Maybeonly a week. At least he'd know if this g~i1t was justified or if he was simply overrating his own abilities. Hopefuliy, he would be able to live with the answer. The forest closed around him as he descended into the valley. Nearly tripping over a plant, he bent to inspect it more closely. It had yellow foiiage, an unusual specimen~ It came easily from the ground, exposing a cone-shaped white root. A quick scan indicated a high vitamin content, but a complete lack of copper. Whyhadn't this plant absorbed the copper in the soil like everything else? As he entered camp, his attention was still on the plant in his hand, but something made him uneasy. It was too quiet. He looked up and the scene that confronted him clutched at his heart. Four still bodies lay sprawled around a dying fire. Instinctively, he started toward them, but a movementnear one of the shelters caught his attention and he stopped. A strange call, unlike the birds of the valley, filled the forest. Suddenly there was a blur of movementand four K1ingons advanced on him at a dead run. Turning, he ran back toward the hi11...maybe on famj1iar ground he could lose them. The others were beyond help, he was sure of that; he had to get away and warn Spock. McCoyhadn't gotten far when a fifth K1ingon, smaller than the rest, stepped into his path. He tried to dodge him, but as he passed a weight hit him at the knees and he hit the ground hard. It took a momentto catch his breath. McCoyhad just started to get up when the side of his head exploded. He fell forward on the ground, his face pressing into the dirt. He pushed himself to his knees again but another crushing blow smashed him down. He rolled over on his back, his senses reeling and nausea in his gut. A dull pain overtook him and his cheek was wet. Something was draining his strength; he felt himself falling. The pain and wetness spread and the ground beneath him started to dissolve. A dense fog settled in his mind, nothing came through clearly. There were sounds, voices, but he couldn't seemto concentrate on them. Hands were touching him. His body was being movedand maneuvered but it was as though he were watching. . from a great distance through a thickening

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