Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!spool.mu.edu!news.cs.indiana.edu!noose.ecn.purdue.edu!mentor.cc.purdue.edu!neale From: neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Neale Davidson) Subject: STTUQ 1-5/15 repost Message-ID: Organization: Purdue University Computing Center Date: Fri, 4 Sep 1992 13:42:34 GMT Lines: 613 - STAR TREK --------------------------------------------------- - THE UNFAIR QUO --------------------------------------------------- Part One through Five of Fifteen Disclaimer : This is fan-zine material, which means that it's neither cannon nor seeking to be. I'm doing this for fun. This story takes place three weeks AFTER the events chronicled in THE RAVEN'S ROAR. It is my first "controversial" story to date, so I hope someone, somewhere, might take notice. -------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER ONE The place stank with old liquor and old people drinking liquor, yet Riley was as comfortable here as he was anywhere else. His hulking form was enough to intimidate most people from harassing him, but the large phaser rifle strapped to his side did the brunt of the warning for him. "Romulan ale," Riley commanded to the bartender in a deep voice which sent shivers up other patron's spine. The bartender, a tall Tellarite snarled, apparantly put off by the newcomer's demand. "Romulan ale's illegal, Captain of the ENTERPRISE." Riley clinched his fist, keeping his free hand close to the phaser rifle. "So am I," he warned with a fierce look in his eye. Then the two men died laughing. "Jesus, man, how the hell have you been?" the bartender cracked, putting the room into a small state of confusion. "I've been busy," Riley answered, the look of anger vanishing from his face. "Fleet's given me a lot of work to do lately." "I've heard," the Tellarite answered. "The ENTERPRISE and her three battles of late have gotten you and your ship quite well known Earthside." "Really, Tago?" Riley smirked, "Who'd be interested in a guy like me?" "Well," the Tellarite began with a wide smile, "about half the cadets over at the academy ask about you, particularly the girls," he added with a wink. "Yeah right," Riley smarted back. "You know how much luck I've had with women. I've got all the charm of a Denebian Slime Devil in heat." "And the smell," Tago snapped back. "Sounds like you've got yourself a problem, my friend." "I'm in love with my First Officer," Riley admitted as Tago grabbed a bottle of neon-blue liquid. Tago smiled, "I'm sure he's a very nice guy," he said, forcing Riley to give a hurt expression. "Just kidding, everyone knows about Saavik's and your unusual relationship." "Everyone?" Riley asked gaping. "You've got to be kidding me? You are, right?" he pleaded. "Well, let's just say that you're not the only ENTERPRISE crewman to drink here," Tago replied flatly. "I overheard some of your ensigns in here a few hours ago. They're visiting their friends in the Academy now." "Luck them," Riley replied, taking the drink from the table. "So what'd they say, that the Captain and the lovely First Officer have stayed in the observation deck too long?" "Hardly," the bartender smiled, "they make a lot of jokes about the two blind rats caught in a maze." Riley sighed. "Is it that obvious? I guess it is that obvious. I'm in love, Tago. In love with a very beautiful, very," he paused again, looking for words to complete his thoughts. There were none. "Sometimes I envy Vulcans." "Where are you staying, Thomas? Have you found a room yet, or did you plan to stay on ENTERPRISE?" the Tellarite asked, changing the subject. "Um," Riley replied, lost, "I haven't found a room yet. I haven't actually looked." "I've got a room upstairs, it's not much, but it's yours if you want it." "Thank you," Riley replied, taking a large sip of his Romulan Ale. "I am impressed, Commander," the Vulcan replied in his characteristically cool voice. "Your professionalism aboard the ENTERPRISE in the times of crisis you have faced has been remarkable." "Thank you, sir," Saavik replied honestly. "Though I must admit that I had some difficulty during those times. My loss of command, then the battles, then Thomas, it was all very tiring." Spock was dressed, as was usual of late, in his Vulcan robes. His face was a bit more worn than Saavik remembered, but it had been three years since the two of them spoke. He had aged somewhat, but his look had grown stern, and truly respectful. "I well understand the difficulties you've faced, Commander. I can appreciate your difficulty." Saavik looked out of her borrowed apartment, into the San Fransisco skyline. "I've tried, very hard, to keep control of my emotions, Spock. But I still have them, escpecially towards Thomas. It is not logical that I should want to pursue a relationship with him, yet that is what I want." "Logic alone does not answer all problems, Saavik Kahm," Spock replied. "As Jim would say, 'You must rely on your instincts as well.'" "My instincts? I do not understand them," Saavik replied flatly. "I'm angry with him, and I am drawn to him. I haven't felt this way since," she faded off, drawn into memories she tried so hard to forget. "David Marcus," Spock completed. "I apologize, I did not need to state his name, I was completing the thought." "It's all right," Saavik replied. "I've shut it out so long that I didn't remember how much it hurt me. Maybe that's what's been bothering me." Spock raised an eyebrow. "Indeed, but it has been my experience that the emotion of love is not as simple as what you would prefer to believe." Grissom entered her temporary apartment, a small room in San Fransisco's bay towers. It was a dim place, but it was going to be home for the next three weeks. "Lights," she commanded to the room's computer system. Instantly the dark areas of the room brightened, revealing a long, tall package in the far corner. She went to it, the candy-striped red-bowed package had a simple note to it. It read "From an admirer" in flawless calligraphy. She opened it eagerly, revealing three red roses inside. "Gahrut," she laughed as she sniffed the intoxicating scent. Her best friend was trying to cheer her up already. God knows that she would rather be on the ENTERPRISE when the ship needed her most. The door chime beeped quiety. Grissom loosened her hair a bit as she strolled to the door. Gahrut and Campbell were waiting on the other side. Campbell was carrying a dozen roses. "We wanted to welcome you Earthside," Campbell explained. "It was Gahrut's idea." "Sorry I couldn't carry the roses," Gahrut explained. "I've got a little trouble in that department. Who sent those?" "You mean you didn't?" Grissom asked, taken aback by his question. "I don't know, it was from an admirer it said." Campbell smiled. "Yet another man to fling off. God I wish I had your problems," she laughed, letting herself into the tiny apartment. "Really?" Grissom replied, smiling, "I thought you and Tiber were getting along well." "Oh yeah?" Campbell smiled. "He hasn't had much time for me lately. It's the bad thing about being a helmsman." "I never thought of that," Grissom grimaced. "Well, I haven't gone shopping yet, so I'm out of absolutely everything. You'll have to make do with ordered-food." "Gotta be better than the ENTERPRISE's idea of food," Gahrut muttered. "This from someone who eats pebbles for breakfast," Campbell smiled. "How about some Mandarin, ENTERPRISE does a lousy job with spices." Grissom walked to the aparment's computuer console and entered the request. A few minutes later, the food arrived and the trio began their shoreleave party. CHAPTER TWO Tago had lied when he said the Riley's room wouldn't be much. It provided a spectacular view over the entirety of Star Fleet Academy, and of the Golden Gate bridge. The night image, filled with so many lights both on ground and in space, captivated Riley's attention. He could have even sworn that he could make out the outline of the giant spacedock orbiting overhead. Tago walked in, carrying a glass of Romulan Ale to his friend, and wearing a large, fiendish smile. "So, Captain, what do you think of the room?" "Awesome view," Riley confided. "Is that spacedock up there?" he asked, pointing to a distant shadow in the heavens. "Yeah, that's it," Tago replied, "It's at her far point in orbit. She'll show up better in a week or so, and that's a sight to behold." "I bet it is," Riley smiled. "I got something for you," Tago said, handing over the drink. "A friend of mine, a regular, got me Saavik's address. The Doctor was very helpful." Riley sighed heavily, mainly to demostrate effect. "Why did you go and do that, Tago? I wanted a vacation, not frustration." "You've been frustrated for thirty-five years, Captain," Tago laughed. "Don't you think it's time, man?" Riley stood from his bed, taking the drink. "I don't know, Tago. Conflict of interest and all that," he added. "Look, Tom," Tago responded, "in all of the years I've known you, not once have you comprimised your job. The truth is you're scared. You've never been in love, never even dated. And now you've got a First Officer who reminds you of Venus." Riley frowned. "I've never had time for any of that," he explained. "I've always had a mission to perform, or a job to do. My personal life came last." "You've got three weeks before the ENTERPRISE is ready to leave, Tom," Toga retorted. "You've got time now. And you'll have time on ship. What's wrong in giving it a chance?" Riley paused a long second, lost in thought. "You drive," he decided, before taking a sip of his ale. Riley walked to the door just as it had opened. He had expected Saavik's beautiful visage to appear in front of him, but the Vulcan who stood there was much taller, much older, and decidedly male. Riley had inadvertantly, and almost literally, stumbled into a legend. "Ambassador Spock," Riley blurted in disbelief. "It's a honor to meet you, sir." "Likewise, Captain," Spock replied with a lift of his eyebrow. "Indeed, your reputation proceeds you. Star Fleet has informed me of your outstanding success in the Neutral Zone, you should be congradulated." "I could have handled it better," Riley admitted, remembering Deuce's death. "But thank you, your words mean a lot to me." Spock nearly smiled. The new Captain of the ENTERPRISE was humbled, even though his carreer had been quite impressive on its own right. It was the first time Spock realized that he was a legend. "I am flattered, Captain," he replied cooly. "Peace and long life, Ambassador," Riley responded, giving Spock the Vulcan salute. "Live long and prosper, T'Salek," the Ambassador responded, citing Riley's Romulo-Vulcan name. "I look forward to discussion with you at the awards ceremony." "I am honored," Riley replied with a bit of shock. "I hope I won't disappoint you." "Good day, Captain," Spock completed quiety, leaving Riley and Saavik alone as he left through the wooden door. "Ambassador Spock?" Riley asked, impressed. "I wasn't aware that he was even on Earth." "He has been discussing matters with the President," Saavik answered flatly. Riley was already feeling unsure as to why he even bothered to show up. "He has been in touch with Senator Pardek of Romulus. They are working on peace negociations," Saavik continued, not even looking at him. Riley fully stepped in, tired of waiting for an invitation. "Saavik, I know things haven't been well between us," he began nervously. "We have performed well," Saavik responded even more distantly. "As Captain and First Officer, our efficiency rating has been well into the ninetieth percentile." "That's not what I meant," Riley argued. "I didn't come here to discuss politics, or our efficiency rating." "Then what reason do you have for being here, Captain," Saavik responded coldly, causing Riley to draw a deep breath to regain his courage. "I needed to talk to you," Riley admitted. "Actually, Tago felt that I needed to talk to you." "What is there to discuss?" Saavik curtly asked. "We both have been very hesistant to adress the matter at hand. Obviously, we are not yet ready to admit our feelings." "I can say it to your face, Saavik," Riley replied. "I love you. I know that as your Captain, I'm facing a serious conflict of interest. But I can't ignore it." It was obvious that he was having difficulty with the statements. He voice quaked, and his hands shook. It was the first time she had seen him scared. Saavik sat down, unable to answer or reply for a few moments. "It's worse for me, Thomas," she finally spoke, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled into the room. "I'm Vulcan, I don't act on my emotions. It goes against everything I've learned." Riley frowned, regretting his decision. "I should have realized that. I'm sorry to bother you," he continued, heading to leave. "It doesn't mean that I don't love you, Thomas," she quickly added, not allowing him to leave. "I do love you. I just didn't want to admit it to myself." Riley turned, not looking relieved. "What do we do now?" he asked. "Can I be an effective Captain with you as my First Officer? Can I be that detatched when duty calls?" "I think you can," she replied. "It's like you're two different people, A cold calculating ship's Captain when you need to be, and a caring man when you can be." "My two halves," Riley added, a bit disturbed. "It would seem to be the case." The two sat silent again for several moments. It was painfully obvious how lacking in experience the two were in dealing with these types of emotions. "Saavik," Riley finally dared, "would you do me the honor of being my date for the awards banquet Wednesday?" Saavik smiled, for the first time that Riley could remember. "It is I who would be honored," she answered. Riley beamed, the knotting is his stomach working its way straight. "Then I'll pick you up one hour beforehand." "Tom," she interrupted, "Ambassador Spock will be our chaperone. Does that bother you?" Riley nodded the negative, his eyes showing a mild contentment. "Nothing bothers me right now, Saavik. For once." Grissom returned with yet another box of goods which needed to be immediately packed. Her family had already begun providing her with replacement stuff for the things lost when her quarters left the ENTERPRISE. The box she carried was quite heavy, but wasn't worth attaching the expensive av-grav units for a three minute trip. Her tiny form was withering under the strain, however. Her temporary apartment had three boxes in it already, and no furniture other than a bed, chair, and table. The kitchen had no supplies in it. She cursed herself for forgetting, knowing she would have to order-out again. "Message for Miss Paula Grissom," the computer blurted out once it had succeeded in defining who had entered the room. "Audio message for Paula Grissom." "Play it, please," she responded, letting the large box crash at her feet. "Hello, pistol," the computer played, and Paula froze in terror. "Do you remember me?" the disguised voice continued, taunting her. "It's been a long time, but I'm so pleased that you came back to visit me. I just wanted to tell you that I was thinking about you." Like a machine she walked to the computer bank, lifting her finger ever so slowly to the controls. "I've missed you, Paula," the maniacal voice continued. "I've wanted you for so long, I can't tell you how pleased I am that you a nearby." Desperately, she hit the erase command, which abruptly killed the message. "Where did that come from?" she demanded. "Voice message did not have address trailer," the computer answered in its ever-cheery tone. "Trace is unavailable." She quiety went to her supply bag, removed the phaser from within, and strapped it to her side. "Refuse all messages without trailers, computer," she commanded with a failing voice. It was happening all over again. CHAPTER THREE "Miss Campbell," Saavik began with a bit of nervousness in her voice. "I didn't expect that you would have any company. I can return later if you would like." The shower was running in the other room, leaving Saavik to feel like she had interrupted someone else's affair. "It's all right, Commander," the younger officer replied. "Tiber's just getting cleaned up for shopping later, he'll be out of here in a few minutes anyway." It was unusual for a high-ranking Star Fleet officer to visit the private apartments of her command, but Saavik was having difficulty with her own personal situation, and Campbell seemed to be the most qualified to discuss it. It had been no secret that Tiber and she had been seeing each-other regularly, and that the two were intimate. It was a logical decision to ask her about such matters, since she seemed to be having success and experience. "I wanted to discuss a personal matter with you," she stammered, mildly failing to keep her emotionless facade. "Oh," Campbell said exitedly. "In that case I insist that you stay," she continued with a smile. "Would you like a drink? I have some herbal tea brewing. I know it isn't traditional Vulcan teas, but I think it's quite good." "Thank you," Saavik replied, even though Campbell was already heading to the kitchen area. "I did not know with whom I should discuss this, I hope I am not inconviencing you." "Not at all," Campbell replied as she could hear the shower water being turned off. "Is this about the Captain?" Saavik nearly flushed. "You know about us?" she replied in disbelief. "Have we been that obvious?" "Yes," Campbell admitted. "Not to a major point, but it's obvious that you two liked each other since he came aboard. You held hands a little to long, stood a bit too close when talking, that sort of thing." "How does standing close together denote affection?" Saavik asked innocently enough. "I understand the tradition of holding hands, but I was not considering affection for Thomas until recently." Campbell returned with a large glass of herbal tea. The scent was most pleasing. "It's not something you think about, it just happens. It's like, well, Tiber and I were friends a long time before we became a couple. Until someone else mentioned it, we never even really gave it much thought." "Fascinating," Saavik replied cooly. "It has been so long since I felt these feelings, I had forgotten what it was like. It was easier then, with David." "David?" Campbell asked, not knowing how thin the ice was where she treaded. "A scientist, a very kind, resourceful man," Saavik explained. "It was years ago. We were in love, at least for a short while. He was killed before we could pursue a long-term relationship." "I'm sorry," Campbell replied, sitting across from Saavik. "I didn't mean to push." "I've accepted it long ago," Saavik admitted. "I have been reminded of his loss as of late, but I have accepted the fact he is gone." "What do you feel about the Captain?" Campbell inquired, half out of curiousity. "If you don't mind my asking." "I respect him," Saavik confessed. "He intrigues me, and excites me. I want to be with him," she slowly continued, "as much as possible." Campbell's eyes widened. "I'd say that qualifies as love," she commented with a wide smile. "Have you talked to him about it?" "We have been having difficulty," Saavik admitted. "He is concerned about a conflict of interest, as am I. But we have agreed to go to the awards ceremony as a couple." "That's great," Campbell announced. "So, are you all prepared for your date? I mean, have you picked out your dress and everything?" Saavik was floored by the question. She had expected to have a long, drawn out conversation about what she should do about being with Riley, and Campbell had abruptly switched subjects. "Dress? I was planning to wear dress uniform, as dictated by regulations." "You can't dance in those uniforms," Campbell protested. "Besides, they're not flattering. Regulations state that formal attire is to be worn, not neccessarily uniform." Campbell had already stood up, gathering some odds and ends. "Tiber," she called into the closed bedroom. "Yeah?" the Andorian's muffled voice came back. "You're taking me and Commander Saavik to Los Angeles? Comprennez?" Campbell commanded with a smile. "Oh I am?" Tiber began to protest. "Oh, you and Commander Saavik? Sure, yeah, right away," he replied as he mentally replayed the message. "She said 'yes', Tago," Riley muttered. "Now, I've officially got a date for the awards ceremony. I now get to look like a total fool in front of Admiral Sulu and Ambassador Spock. Thank you so much for talking me into this." "You'll be fine, Tom," Tago retorted, taking the cramped hovercraft into a mild climb. "All you need to do is change your looks and personality and you'll have no problem." "Oh thanks," Riley returned. "And I suppose that you've been with every woman on the planet by now, right?" "No," Tago admitted with a smile. "But they all wish that I had." Riley sighed heavily. "Right, yeah. Tell me, Tago. Have you ever thought about counselling for that huge ego of yours?" "I will when you feel comfortable without that phaser rifle on your leg," Tago blurted. "Why do you always have to carry that damn thing around anyway? It makes me nervous." "That's why," Riley smiled. "Actually, I'm just more comfortable with it. Ten years of working Star Fleet Intelligence has made me a bit paranoid." "Yeah," Tago agreed. "But that's behind you. You've got a decent future ahead of you. You're the Captain of the starship ENTERPRISE." Riley sighed again. "Yeah," he muttered. "I suppose that's why I've got this awards ceremony tomorrow. I just hope I don't fluster up." "You've got a Vulcan girl to say 'yes' to you for a date," Tago laughed. "What could go right?" CHAPTER FOUR The trip from the shops of Los Angeles to the rooms of San Fransisco was frustratingly slow. Grissom never realized just how much she was used to the transporters aboard the ENTERPRISE. But the trip was over, and her clothes for the awards ceremony later had been bought. She had about four hours to get herself ready for it, and then she would move into her new room aboard the ENTERPRISE, away from the problems of Earth. "Well then," Gahrut announced as the two left the turbolift and stepped to her apartment doors. "I need to properly fix myself up for the awards ceremony later." "Right," she replied. "I suppose that you want to hide all those embarrassing cracks in your hide, and those unsightly crystal growths." "Hey, we men have to primp just like everyone else," the Horta retorted. "Anyway, I've got to get going. Are you sure that you're going to be okay?" "Thanks," Grissom muttered, embarrassed by her fear. "The streets aren't very safe at night, and I didn't really want to be alone." "No problem," Gahrut replied. "My room's three floors above and about three-hundred feet south. If you need anything, talk, movies, granite, don't hesitate." Grissom gave a nervous smile in reply, letting Gahrut shuffle off into the nearest turbolift. She sucked in her breath, trying to regain her composure. Grissom entered her room again, shaking. Her previous encounter within had nearly frenzied her, and it had taken all of her courage to re-enter the room. She had decided to move out, to try and run away again. "Computer, messages?" she asked, praying that he hadn't called again. There was no reply. It was then she noticed that her computer system had been shut down. The room was black and silent. In one smooth action she drew her phaser and manually turned on the lighting system. The lights came on, illuminating the dark corners of the room. She scanned it over, looking for things out of place. Other than the computer, everything appeared untouched. Hesitantly, she paced to the door to her bedroom. It had been opened, a small crack was between the door and the wall. Someone had been inside. She gathered her strength, raising the phaser to the room on the other side of the door. In one swift action, she threw the door aside, and froze in abject terror. Her clothes had been thrown on the bed, where someone had indulged themselves in the most perverse way. The perpetrator was long gone, but he had left his presence behind. She collapsed, dropping the phaser to the ground, going nearly catatonic. There was a note on the bed, written by computer. "See you tonight," it began. "I'm waiting for you." CHAPTER FIVE "Well, Ambassador," Hikaru Sulu began polite as he assumed his table near the stage. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Three years, has it?" "Three years," Spock replied, setting down his warm herbal tea. "Indeed. Three years too long, Admiral," the Vulcan finished. "Congradulations on your promotion, Sulu, you have been deserving of it for some time." "Thank you," Sulu agreed as he slid the seat back under him. "And congradulations on your new carreer. I know how anxious you are to path things up with the Romulan Senate." "All wounds need to be healed," Spock cooly replied. "I believe that the time has come for our common hostilities to come to an end." Sulu nodded in the affirmative. "That's your official reason for being here, is it?" he asked with a smile. "I would have sworn that you're here to see how Saavik is getting along aboard the new ENTERPRISE with a Captain you're uncomfortable with." Spock went silent for a moment. "You have been speaking to Doctor McCoy, have you not? He does exaggerate matters somewhat." "Actually," Sulu began, "it was a bit obvious even before I walked into Tago's. It's too bad I missed Riley though, I would've like to meet him." "Your fascination with war heroes, Admiral?" Spock queried. "I agree that Riley's experience in tactical affairs is without question, though his dealings in other areas I have found to be lacking." "Really?" Sulu smiled, noting that a new waves of guests were arriving. "I take it that you've met the Captain lately?" "I have," Spock replied, sipping again from his tea. "He seems an honorable man. But he is emotionally disturbed. His presence is highly cluttered with regrets and pain." "This uniform hurts," Riley muttered as Tago led him into the doors. "I never did like full dress," he added, tugging at his neck. "And the idea of tying something tightly around your neck to look good never made much sense to me." Tago laughed, thankful that the dress code had been a bit more lenient on him. "Didn't you wear dress uniform when you got aboard your ship?" he asked with a smile. "I haven't worn a dress uniform since I graduated from the Academy, Tago," Riley snapped back. "You don't usually wear uniforms in the Intelligence branch, must less dress ones." "Yeah," Tago muttered. "I just think you're upset that you can't wear that damn rifle in here," he replied with a faint smile. "Formal occaisions were never your strong suit, were they?" "I guess not," he sighed. "But then, that's not why Star Fleet wanted me was it?" "Star Fleet wanted him for his knowledge of the Romulans," Sulu argued. "And he has proven himself a capable Captain on three occaisions, despite his setbacks." "He behaves more emotionally than Doctor McCoy," Spock retorted. "And his relationship with his First Officer makes me apprehensive." "Ah," Sulu smiled, "the old fatherly instinct. My father once told me that his father-in-law made a habit of cleaning his katana in front of him whenever he asked to see my mother." "Your implication?" Spock asked noncommitedly. "You're worried about Saavik falling in love with Riley," Sulu replied. "Well, from what I hear, that's already happened. It's just sentient nature." Spock noticed two arriving gentlemen entering the room. He recognized the larger as Captain Riley, the other was a Tellarite wearing what seemed to be a business suit. "Perhaps, Admiral," Spock continued. "Perhaps I do feel paternal instincts toward Commander Saavik. After all, I did raise her after the V'Ger incident until I died." "There's a unique claim," Sulu laughed. "I never claimed to be a dancer," Riley argued, stunned by the news he had heard. "Besides, I don't think she's going to want me to dance." "All women want to dance," Tago countered with a devilish smile. "Granted some in different ways, like the Orion Women, but they all do." "Well, I didn't expect that," Riley admitted. "Maybe I'll be lucky and she'll change her mind and stay home." "You're getting the medal of valor, and the distinguised arrowhead," Tago replied. "I doubt that she's going to stay home. Face it, you're on your first date, Captain." "Great," he replied with some loathing. "What if I screw this up?" "Are you expecting that he'll screw up somehow?" Sulu asked. "His psyche profile is top-notch. I have to agree with Sonak's recommendations about him." "I agree," Spock replied. "My regret," he cotinued, "lies with the knowledge of Rliey that I have, that both he and Commander Saavik do not." Sulu gave a concerned look, but Spock's expression made it apparant that he would divulge no further on the subject. "Well, he's here anyway, the newest Captain of the ENTERPRISE. I wonder what Jim would say." Spock raised an eyebrow at the thought. "I believe that he has other, more pressing, concerns on his mind at the moment." "She'll be here any moment," Tago prodded. "She's arriving with some of your crewmates. You can't duck out on her. If she doesn't kill you the Admirals will." "I'm not ducking out," Riley argued. "I'm just nervous. Okay, I'm very nervous," he smiled. Tago pointed towards the door, making Riley turn to face the most lovely picture he'd seen in quite some time. Saavik entered, escorted by Tiber and Campbell. She was wearing a glistening red dress, cut low. She was adorned by long pearl earrings and a magnificent pearl necklace. Her hair had been neatly primped, and her makeup had been perfectly placed. Riley drew in a deep breath, suddenly realizing that he was staring at her glamorous beauty. "Tago," he managed though a mild shock, "I believe my date has arrived." -- "Our crew's living quarters have left the ship." - Secundam Yto aboard the IRON CLAW II Neale Davidson, another writer wanna-be. neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!darwin.sura.net!wupost!spool.mu.edu!sdd.hp.com!news.cs.indiana.edu!noose.ecn.purdue.edu!mentor.cc.purdue.edu!neale From: neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Neale Davidson) Subject: STTUQ 11-15/15 repost Message-ID: Organization: Purdue University Computing Center Date: Fri, 4 Sep 1992 14:51:51 GMT Lines: 533 - STAR TREK --------------------------------------------------- - THE UNFAIR QUO --------------------------------------------------- Part Eleven through Fifteen of Fifteen -------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER ELEVEN Gahrut emerged from the room after another three hours. Seeing her, his guilt was even more intensified. Matthews was still there, along with two security officers, phasers ready. "It's not your fault, you know," Matthews tried when seeing the young Horta emerge. "There was nothing you could have done for her." "The hell there wasn't," Gahrut chided himself. "I should have known there was trouble when she called up to escort her. I should have been ready." "There was no way, Gahrut," Matthews tried again. "You did your best. That's all anyone could have given to her." Gahrut turned, unconvinced. "Look, Captain Riley's doing everything he can do at the moment, maybe you can help him out? I'm sure he would appreciate it." Gahrut stirred. "Any ideas on who the bastard is?" he queried with a dark overtone. "Any clues yet?" "Not yet," Matthews replied honestly. Thankfully, without clues, Gahrut would have little to vent his anger upon as yet. "The genetic traces we've found on her have been tampered with. Whoever did this had access to a lot of expensive equipment." "He was a Star Fleet officer," Gahrut muttered. "Of course he'd have access to equipment. He could have just authorized it away and no one would be the wiser. Damn him," Gahrut concluded with a grunt. "Look, is there anything you can add?" Matthews tried again. "If you want to help Paula, you need to clear your head so you can think straight." Gahrut stopped moving. "If your wife was raped while you were knocked unconscious, would you be so calm and rational about it?" he dared, giving away too much. "My wife?" Matthews flustered for a moment. "No, if anything happed to Jean, I'd been wanting to kill something right about now," he admitted. "It doesn't mean that it's going to help anything." Gahrut turned again. "But at least you can appreciate how I feel? Can't you?" he pleaded for understanding. Matthews fell silent, taken aback by the innuendo that Gahrut was trying to convey. "She means that much to you, Lieutenant?" "I've known her all my life," Gahrut replied, quietly. "In a way, we grew up together. The longest we've been apart was when she served at Starbase three after graduation and I got an early transfer to the ACUTIS. That was about three months." "And," Mathhews dared, "You feel like she's your mate or something?" He forced himself to forget the absurdity of the notion. Gahrut came close to sigh, at least as close as a Horta was capable. "Sort of. I know it's physically impossible, but it still doesn't mean that can't have feelings for her does it?" he asked with a bit of reluctance. "I mean, there's more to care and affection than mating, isn't there?" "Yes," Matthews admitted. "Yes, there is. But you do realize that sometime, eventually, she'll want another humanoid," he carefully added. "Just as you will want another Horta, at some point in your life." "I want to be human," Gahrut confessed. "Just so I be with her. I love her so much, I can't stand it sometimes," he confided. "We've been so close." Matthews smiled knowingly. "I think that's a bit out of my league, Lieutenant," he joked. "But anything's possible. Maybe a tour on the holodeck?" Gahrut said nothing, taking mild offense at the remark. "I guess you can't understand, Doctor. I guess it really is absurd to even contemplate," he added, sliding down the hall. Matthews stood, a bit remorseful about his comments. "Sorry," he muttered as he watch the young Horta slowly leave his sight. CHAPTER TWELVE "I need to go inside," Saavik indicated as she entered the cooridor. "Captain Riley's orders," she continued after the guard hesistated. "Doctor Matthews told me not to let anyone inside," the Guard stammered in reply. "He said that that order included anyone, regardless of rank." "I outrank the Doctor," Saavik reminded. "And Riley outranks you. Should I inform him of your disobedience?" she asked flatly. "Or will you let me inside? It would be wiser to obey me, would it not?" "Yes, Commander," the guard admitted. "But Matthews said that she wouldn't be available for statement for a few hours," he tried again, fully obeying the Doctor's orders. "Then," Saavik replied, "tell the Doctor that I will not verbally discuss matters with her. But I still need the information the Captain Riley has requested." There was no way that the guard was going to win, and he realized it. "Yes, Commander. I will inform him of your answer when he returns." Saavik nodded her acknowledgement, and ordered the door to let her in. Complying, the doors parted to reveal the dimly lit hospital room. Grissom was lying on the bed, unmoving. Her expression was only given away by the few tears rolling from her eyes. Saavik looked down at the petit woman which lay beneath her. She seemed so young, so very fragile. How could anyone seek to destroy this innocence? How could anyone be so corrupted with evil? she asked herself. "Paula," she gently began, moving closer to the bed, "It's Commander Saavik, do you recognize me?" Grissom slowly nodded the affirmative. "Commander," she painfully spoke. "ENTERPRISE, I remember." She was waking, but it was obvious that she was still heavily in shock. "I need to talk to you," Saavik tried again, sitting down at Grissom's side. "I need to know what happened." "It's cold," Grissom said, not hearing. "It's so cold in here." She was losing it now, her clinging reality slipping away under the torrent of emotional pain. "What happened? Why is it so cold?" "It isn't cold," Saavik replied, raising her hand slowly to Grissom's face. "It's warm in here, Paula. We're here to take care of you." "Take care of me?" Grissom replied. "Saavik? ENTERPRISE," she continued, trying to piece together her thoughts. "Gahrut, sweet Gahrut." Saavik let loose a small smile, having learned a little more about the strange pair's relationship. "Lieutenant Grissom, this is Saavik. We are in an emergency and need your help. Can your help us?" she asked carefully. "Emergency," Grissom trailed. "Red alert?" she managed, her mind still not bringing anything together. "ENTERPRISE under attack," she continued, "I must help." "One of our crew has been attacked," Saavik continued carefully, readying herself. "We need to know who did it, Lieutenant. We need to know before he does it again." "Under attack," Grissom muttered, "ACUTIS attack?" She semmed to tense up at saying that. "Attacked on ACUTIS," she finally considered. "I was on the ACUTIS." "Yes," Saavik replied with anticipation. "We're on the ACUTIS. Can you tell me what happened?" "ACUTIS," she babbled inconherently. "Attacked on the ACUTIS," she trailed. Then she was gone, her mind lost to reality, refusing to accept it. Saavik stood over her, making her final commitment. She parted her hand, and gently placed it on Grissom's brow. "Your mind," Saavik slowly began, gathering her courage, "to my mind. Your thoughts, to my thoughts." She reached out, mentally, looking into the Grissom's tortured soul. "We are merging, you and I. We are thinking as one. There is nothing we need to hide from one-another." "Please," Paula managed even as her world turned about her. "I don't want to remember." Saavik transported aboard the empty decks of the USS ACUTIS. Every detail was vividly depicted, though somehow, she could tell that everything was distorted as well. The halls were too dark, too long. There was a sour smell to the air, something she could not recognize. "Paula," she cautiously began to the image around her, "this is Saavik. I'm here to help you." She walked through the cooridor. Though her bearings weren't entirely accurate, she judged that she was walking on a quarters deck aboard Grissom's memory of the ACUTIS. She reached out to the walls, they were ice cold. "Please, Paula, let me see you. We can work through this." Saavik walked to the turbolift. The doors opened with the familiar hiss. "Level, bitch?" the male computer's voice asked fiendishly. "Grissom's quarters," Saavik replied warningly. "Wouldn't you rather go to mine?" the turbolift ventured. "I could ride your in shaft instead," it laughed. Saavik punched the console, letting her mind dominate the imagry somewhat. The doors opened again, revealing the interior of Grissom's cabin. "Paula," Saavik asked again, "I know you want to show me. I know that you want to let go of the pain." She looked around, and outside the window. There were no stars outside, though she could faintly see the image of the EXCELSIOR in the distance. It seemed to be Grissom's single beacon of hope. "Please, let me in. Let me know." "Ensign Grissom," someone called from the door which Saavik had answered. "I need to discuss some things with you that I find disturbing." The figure was dark and distorted, the voice was too deep to be real. She was still sheilding herself, but at least the memories were playing. "What is it, sir?" Saavik found herself answering. "I understood that Lieutenant Jackson was pleased with my work." "He was," the figure replied, moving closer, uncomfortably close. "I just wanted to talk to you about a few things. Wouldn't you like to sit down?" Saavik found herself unable to fight the impulse of sitting, as Grissom must have done so long ago. She didn't remember if the chair had been there before, but it was somewhat solid now. "I need to be returning to engineering in a few minutes." "This won't take long, Ensign," he replied. His voice seemed to lighten somehow. It was becoming a bit more recognizable, a bit more notable. "I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions." "Questions, Captain?" they countered in unison. "What do you want?" Captain? Saavik wondered even as they said it. Captain Heito? "I was wondering," the Captain replied, stepping forward a bit, his face still distorted by the vision. "I was wondering had badly you wanted me." "Excuse me, sir," the two repsonded, stepping away from him. "I don't think I heard you properly," they tried again as he still move closer. "Oh," the Captain replied with a twisted grin, "I know you want me. You're not the first. It just takes time for you to realize that you're already mine." Grissom slash Saavik stepped back more, "I think you need to leave, sir. This is not appropriate conduct." But the Captain was quickly on her, grabbing her breast. She, they, slapped him with nearly inhuman strength. The Captain slapped back, angrily, throwing them on the floor. "You can't deny me," he goaded, his accent becoming clearer. "You know you want me," he said again, ripping the communicator from her chest. They tried to break free from him, but his weight was greater than hers. Saavik concentrated on the image, trying to make it more clear. The feature seemed more defined, but it still wasn't enough. And, more importantly, she was unable to break free of the mind meld. They screamed as he ripped apart their uniform's top, revealing the breast he had fondled. A small amount of blood dripped from where he had scratched her. "Come on, Ensign, I know you've been dreaming of this," he said in a self-assured tone which sent shivers up their spine. The feature became more clear, and there was no doubt. Captain Heito was above them, raping them. Saavik and Grissom fought on, trying to change the relived nightmare, but the reality, the memory was too strong. He had stripped them enough now, permitting the rape to run its course. But there was a new form in the room. A tall, dark Captain carrying a phaser rifle. "Saavik, Grissom," he cooly said as he aimed it at his target, "You are free. This is the past, and it is over." The image of the wicked Captain faded into nothingness, and the two female's combined form recovered in appearance. They stood, confused. "Captain," they said in their mixed voice. "Is that really you?" "Yes," Riley commented. "I'm here, with the both of you. It's over." The room changed around them, and Saavik seemed to detatch herself from Grissom's image, then resolidfy. The two were standing in the hospital room, with Riley at the door. "Captain," Grissom managed through her tears. "You know? I mean, you saw it?" "I saw your memory of it," Riley replied, walking over to her. "I saw enough," he quietly said, taking her in his arms and hugging her as she cried. "He won't get away from us, now. He will be punished, and it will be over." She cried, but her nightmares would finally cease. Someone else had experienced her pain with her, making it almost bearable. CHAPTER THIRTEEN The ladies had been beamed in, one at a time, in front of Riley and Sulu. The Star Fleet office was sparse, except for a few notable pieces of antique weaponry that Sulu had been allowed some time to pack in. But the newest Admiral hadn't yet been given proper time to dress his new workplace. It had taken only a few moments for the Admiral to summon them here, much to the relief of Riley, who had expected the women cringe at the thought of discussing the matter amoungst themselves. But cicumstances were different than normal. The women didn't have to take it upon themselves to report their incidents, they were being asked. Perhaps, it helped as well that the three of them had suffered the same fate and Grissom, and that there were understanding souls who could share and relate their experiences. The first, the one sitting most to Riley's left, was Lieutenant Commander Tierra Washington. She was rather smallish, and almost fatally attractive. "Admiral," she greeted as she took her seat. "Captain Riley, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." "I am flattered," Riley answered flatly, thankful that Saavik was elsewhere. The second was Lea Thomas, considerably older than her Star Fleet visual records, but no less pleasant in expression. "Hello, Captain, Admiral," she greeted nervously, having forgotten Fleet protocol. Last came Mary Quix, who said nothing as she took her seat. Of the three, she seemed the most hesitant to be here. Understandble, considering the circumstances, but Riley needed her to be somewhat talkative. She had to at least tell them all what had happened aboard the ACUTIS. "The first thing I want all of you to know is that you are not alone," Riley began, trying to sound as relaxed as possible. "No one here is going to force you to speak. But I want you all to know that there is a young woman resting on the ENTERPRISE who's gone through the very same thing that you have. And I don't want it to happen again." "Heito," Tierra began coldly, "Captain Heito should be punished for what he did to me. But I couldn't report it, I tried," she continued painfully. "Admiral Keyan told me that reporting the incident would hurt my career." "At least you got that far," Mary Quix snorted. "I just left the ship and tried to forget about it." She let out a breath, forcing her body to relax. "No one's blaming any of you," Sulu replied caringly. "I know that this must have been difficult for you," he began. "How could you know?" Lea suddenly snapped. "No one ever did anything like that to you. No one forced themselves inside of you, Admiral. No one told you how you were supposed to feel, and how cheap you were because you wanted it." Her temper flared, causing her stern face to redden. "No he didn't," Riley snapped back in reply. "And maybe he can't relate with the experience. I can, I've seen enough of it on Hellguard to know exactly what it is. You've got the chance to stop it now, and all I'm asking is for your help. How many more is it going to take before Heito is stopped?" "If you know what he did," Lea replied, "then why aren't you prosecuting? Why do you need us?" Riley sat back, trying to calm himself, cursing himself for never dealing with other people's feelings more often. "I need you because this is mainly a case of word against word. Grissom's got a bad reputation in Star Fleet, and Heito has a chance to get off the charges." "You want us to testify," Quix contiuned for him. "You want us to go to court." The thought, for the trio of women, was disturbing. It was hard enough to relieve the experience here, nevertheless in front of a review board, in front of their aggressor. "I do," Riley admitted, "I do want you to help me prosecute Heito. With your help we can put him away." The women hesitated, unsure of themselves. "Look, I think he's done this to eight women already, and he's still in charge of that ship. I don't want someone else to get hurt." "I'll do it," Lea muttered. "Since it's not a secret anymore, I'll help you." Riley offered his hand to hers, shaking it firmly. "It's been hard living with myself since then, but maybe I can make it up to myself." The other two were more hesitant, but more receptive after Lea's decision. "I'll prepare a statement," Quix responded. "I don't want to sit in a courtroom. I can't take that," she admitted, with a bit of shame. Tierra was the last to agree, pressured by the weight of the room. "I'll take him to court with you, Captain," she decided with a wavering voice. "It won't be easy for any of us, but you're right. More people are going to be hurt if we don't do anything." Riley crossed his arms. He had his suspect, and now he had three more victims, ready to tesitfy against him. All he needed to do now was to confront and capture Captain Heito before the ACUTIS left orbit. CHAPTER FOURTEEN "That gun isn't allowed on this ship," the Lieutenant nervously protested shortly after Riley emereged from the transporter beam. Riley, Saavik, and Gahrut had just beamed aboard at the ENTERPRISE's Captain's insistance, their leader having blood in his eyes. "Where's Captain Heito?" Riley demanded, refusing to relenquish his weapon, particularly not to someone beneath him in rank. "I'm here to place him under arrest for sexual assault and nine counts of rape." The words hit hard, and the Lieutenant stammered under their weight. "This is a joke, right?" "Negative," Saavik coldly responded. "Send your security teams to corner Captain Heito at once, or be dismissed from duty," she commanded. It only took a second for the Lieutenant to make his decision. "This is Lieutenant Harbringer to Security," he shook, fearful of the grim trio. "Security here," repsonded a deep, husky voice. "Can you," the young Lieutenant couldn't believe he was actually saying this. "Can you place the Captain under arrest?" "You want me to what?" came the somewhat shocked reply. "Have you been drinking something, Max?" "This is Captain Riley under orders from Admiral Sulu," Riley finally interrupted, none too politely. "Get me your Captain now, mister, or kiss your Fleet career good-bye." "Yes, sir," the answer came in a disturbed voice, "right away, sir." Riley, Saavik, and then Gahrut entered the room to the observation deck where Heito and three security guards awaited them. It was an uneasy moment for the younger Captain. After all, here stood the man who presented him his medals. But duty demanded that Riley arrest him, duty and something more. "What is the meaning of this?" Heito demanded as his own security guards held him in check. "You're arresting me, Captain? Do you know how rediculous that sounds?" "I'm not laughing," Riley muttered, moving closer to the ACUTIS Captain. "I'm charging you with nine counts of rape, and I have four persons willing to prosecute, with more putting in their statments." Heito smirked. "Disgruntled ship-mates who couldn't hack it aboard the ACUTIS. They'd say anything to cover their careers. You of all people should appreciate that." "I was in a mind meld with Grissom last night," Riley stated coldly. "I know exactly what you did, where and when. And I don't care if I put my career on the line so long as you go down with me." Heito stammered. "You're serious about this, aren't you, Mister Riley?" He shook his head, shocked. Riley walked up, almost in Heito's face. "You are under arrest for the rape of Lieutenant Paula Grissom. By order of Star Fleet Command, you are relieved of duty indefinately pending trial. Your command of the ACUTIS will be handed over to your first officer." It was foolish for Heito to resist, but he did. He lunged at Riley, hoping to catch the ENTERPRISE Captain off guard. Riley let him jump, slamming his fist into Heito's chest as he came near. The cracking of bone was all too audible for everyone's benefit. In another second, the barrel of the phaser rifle was levelled at Heito's forhead. "I should just shoot you," Riley warned. "After what you did, you deserve it." Blood began slowly dripping from Heito's lips. He had never before been dispatched so easily. He braced himself for inevitable death. "Security," Riley commanded after a pause that lasted far too long for comfort. "Get this shit off of Federation property," he ordered. The guards complied, lifting the broken form from the floor and out of the door. "I would have shot him," Gahrut admitted as the guards carried the form away. "After what he did, I wouldn't even have hesitated." "There was a time," Riley muttered, "when I wouldn't have hesitated either. But now we need to place our faith in our own legal system. We've got enough against him to send him away." CHAPTER FIFTEEN Riley sat in his apartment, once again putting off packing his things. He sat alone, thinking of his shore leave and wondering when his vacation would start. Saavik had already returned to ship, to prepare for Riley's inspection. Most of the local crew were disembarking as well. ACUTIS had set sail earlier, for the first time with a new Captain at the helm. The trail had taken all of a single day. Heito was found guilty and decided not to appeal. The blemish on his reputation was too great to allow him to retain a command. Things had worked out, somewhat. But Riley was tired, and not actually eager to return to fleet duty. The truth was, he didn't know exactly what to do. The door chime went off again, with the final note being just a hair too flat. "Come," Riley replied to it as he winced from the sound. Saavik entered, casually dressed in a sweater and jeans that Campbell had bought for her. "Captain," she began flatly, "I wanted to personally inform you that the ENTERPRISE will be ready for your inspection tomorrow. The crew eagerly awaits your return." Riley said nothing, but stood and walked over to her. He gently placed his arms around her waist and hugged her. "Captain?" Saavik asked distantly. "I do not think that this behaviour is appropriate for Star Fleet officers," she replied coldly. "Kiss me, Commander," Riley commanded mockingly. Saavik replied, giving a very gentle kiss on the cheek. Riley sighed in reply. "Try it again, Commander. Let's see how motivated a Star Fleet officer can be." This time, Saavik allowed a more passionate kiss, pressing hard into him. "Does the Captain approve? Or should I engage in more practice?" Riley smiled, his mood broken a bit. "I didn't think that you really had a sense of humor," he confessed as he tightened his hold on her. "God knows I don't," he added. Saavik smiled a bit. "You haven't even packed yet. You're supposed to be on ship in five hours," she protested. "You're supposed to be on ship now, aren't you?" Riley countered. "Anyway, I'm glad you're here. I've been a little worn out from everything that's happened." "I can tell," Saavik replied, letting go of the hold. "Tago tells me that you haven't slept once since you beamed down. Since your physical needs are substantially higher than mine, I would have assumed that you would have reached unconsciousness by now." Riley smiled. "Physical needs? And what would you know about that?" he goaded. "You are not speaking logically, Captain," Saavik replied flatly. "I am well versed with you biological data as provided by Doctor Matthews." "I bet," Riley muttered. "Care to help me with this packing?" he offered. "I'm not use to having this much stuff around." Saavik agreed, and started carefully placing his things into boxes. He watched her, knowing how difficult a time the two of them would have in dealing with their feelings. They were both so very inexperienced in these matters, and Saavik had a very powerful ghost in her past. He was going to have a very long voyage ahead of him. He just hoped that he would find some of it enjoyable. "Paula," the woman began slowly, "this is Counselor Joanna Rogers. I've been assigned to your ship, and I thought I would start things by seeing how you are doing." "Is what happened public knowledge, Counselor?" Grissom retorted angrily. "Does everyone know what happened?" "No," she replied cooly, "your Captain told me what happened, and ordered me to keep my mouth shut about it to anyone else but you." She walked in the room, which had already been filled with packing boxes. Grissom was going to the ENTERPRISE early. "As the new ship's Counselor it's my duty to know the details of most of the crew, yourself included. Just remember I'm only here to help." "I'm sorry, Counselor," Paula offered, letting out a deep breath. "I've been very tired and strained since all of this began. I just want to forget about it and get on with my life." Rogers looked around for a place to sit down, and found one atop a large box casually placed in the center of the room. "Do you think you will be able to? What you went through takes a great deal of time and effort to recover from. You may want to talk things over with me. I'm a very good listener." "Would you like some coffee?" Paula offered, changing the subject. "I haven't packed the kitenette yet, so I've got some floating around somewhere." "If it isn't any trouble," Rogers replied. "If you don't want to talk," she began again, trying to help once more. "Not yet," Grissom replied, taking the coffee bag from a overly crowded shelf. "I'm not ready yet. I'm sorry, but I have to think about things for awhile." "I understand," the Counselor replied. "Tell you what, we'll have some coffee, and then I'll help you move your stuff aboard the ENTERPRISE. You can tell me when your ready." "I appreciate it," Grissom replied with a smile. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. -- "Our crew's living quarters have left the ship." - Secundam Yto aboard the IRON CLAW II Neale Davidson, another writer wanna-be. neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!darwin.sura.net!wupost!spool.mu.edu!sdd.hp.com!news.cs.indiana.edu!noose.ecn.purdue.edu!mentor.cc.purdue.edu!neale From: neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Neale Davidson) Subject: STTUQ 6-10/15 repost Message-ID: Organization: Purdue University Computing Center Date: Fri, 4 Sep 1992 14:15:38 GMT Lines: 509 - STAR TREK --------------------------------------------------- - THE UNFAIR QUO --------------------------------------------------- Part Six through Ten of Fifteen -------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER SIX Wether she intended to or not, Saavik had already recieved several stares, which did nothing for her nerves. While she wasn't overdressed for the occaision, she certainly was the best dressed of everyone there. Riley walked over, fighting the butterflies in his stomach and the urge to run for his life. "You look," he stammered as he finally caught up to her, "incredible." "Thank you, Thomas," she replied cooly. "Miss Cambell aided me with the wardrobe and makeup. She deserves the proper credit." Tiber and Campbell, however, we spiralling off from Saavik already, leaving her more or less alone with her captain. Riley smiled at his Lieutenants' playing. "I doubt anyone here could look so remarkable," he added with a smile. He offered his hand to hers, and she took it. "Well, Tom," Tago smiled, "I think you have matters here pretty much in control. Good day, Commander, Captain," he finished, leaving for the punch bowls. "Good day," Saavik replied politely, paying more attention to how well Riley looked in his dress uniform. Granted, he was notably uncomfortable, as was she, but he did look quite impressive. "I am supposed to meet with Ambassador Spock as soon as I arrived." Riley changed his pose, providing a more formal escort. "I saw him and Admiral Sulu near the stage," he explained. "I get the distinct impression that your mentor doesn't approve of me," he added. "He doesn't have to," Saavik replied, taking Riley's offered arm. "Be fortunate that I do," she added, giving a faint hint of a smile. They walked for a moment to the stage, not actually realizing that the people in attendance were literally making a path for them. "Captain Riley," Sulu eagerly offered. "I've heard a lot about you. Congradulations on your missions, and on your medals." Pleasant fellow, Riley confided in himself. "Thank you, Admiral. But to be honest, my crew should share the credit more than I." "Really?" Sulu smiled. "I think that you had more to do with it than you realize. Paula told me a lot about you, she had only good things to say." "Miss Grissom?" Riley asked, a bit quizzed by the remark. "That surpises me. I had been thinking that I'd done something in a past life." Riley pulled out the seat in front of him, letting Saavik rest from standing. "Actually, she did an excellent job against RAVEN and CLAW. I'm surprised you let us have her." "Well, I'm going to Star Fleet Academy as an instructor next month," Sulu admitted with a sorry look. "I'll be teaching navigation and tactics. Something about a little experience I had a few years ago. EXCELSIOR will be getting a whole new crew as a result." Riley smiled, pushing Saavik's seat gently under the table. "It seems congratulations are in order for you as well," he commented. "And to you, Ambassador. I understand that you will be acting as special envoy to Romulus after these proceedings." Spock nodded. "I will. A peace with Romulus has been a life-long dream of mine, Captain," Spock answered cooly. "Really?" Riley finally took his own seat, sitting across from his date. "I have to admit that seems unlikely in the near future. Hard-liners are taking the helm again." "Indeed," Spock replied with a certain cold. "As evidenced with your encounters with the renegade Romulan fleet. But I am confident such a peace is possible, in time." Riley grimaced at that, knowing how difficult a struggle such a peace would be. "You have a long carreer ahead of you, Ambassador. I hope that it will be fruitful as well." Spock nodded in quiet agreement. "Tell me, Captain. Why did you forgo your training on Vulcan? Sonak informed me that you were one of his best students." Riley looked in disbelief, at least now he knew the source of Spock's apprehension. "You are direct, aren't you?" Riley muttered. "Very direct," Sulu smiled, "unless you ask him something, then he'll quote theory." Of course, Sulu's attempt at being light-hearted fell flat. Riley sipped on his tea, stealing a glance at Saavik who was already more than interested in the conversation. "I had difficulty shutting out emotions," he confessed. "After tree years, it was obvious that the path of Kohlinar was closed to me. Besides, I don't have Vulcan blood, and I believe that you know how difficult it is to be accepted there if you're not a true Vulcan." Spock drew in a breath, Riley's words were very sharp indeed. "True, Captain, I do understand. I was curious," Spock replied, revealing nothing. "Of course," Riley added, taking a large swallow of his own tea. "Curiousity is the path to knowledge," he completed, letting no more than his words cause injury. "Ladies and gentlemen and others of the room," a tall Malaysian Human began from on stage. "I hate to interrupt such a wonderful party, but unfortunately duty dictates that I had out three medals to the Federation's two newest heroes." There was a small bit of applause, and Riley felt his stomach churn. The big moment was about to arrive, his first public presentation of a medal. "Captain Thomas William Riley," Captain Heito continued upon the stage, "and Commander Saavik of Vulcan. Would you mind coming upon the stage for the presenation please?" Riley stood with Saavik, and the two walked to the stage for the formal ceremony. This time, however, they walked in military fashion, not touching except for when Riley helped her walk up the small set of stairs. If she weren't half-Vulcan, she'd have cursed the high-heels she was wearing. "Captain Riley, Commander Saavik," Heito spoke, "it is with great honor that I present the two of you each the gold cluster of valor." He presented two navy blue ring boxes from his pocket. He opened each and handed one to each of the two ENTERPRISE crewmen. "Also," Captain Heito continued, "to Captain Riley, the distinguished Arrowhead, the insignia of the Federation. This is for protecting our interests so valiantly." Riley took the medal in hand. "Thank you, Captain," he responded. After that Heito started the room's applause, somewhat embarrasing the two officers. "Spock," Sulu replied, smiling and clapping as much as he could, "You could have been easier on him, at least for her sake." Spock said nothing, keeping the words to himself. He did, however, applaud the both of them for their efforts. CHAPTER SEVEN Gahrut had been late, and the two of them were more than likely going to miss the entire ceremony. Not that the tought of missing seeing Riley and Saavik making puppy-dog-like expressions towards one another wasn't appealing, though she did want to congradulate her former Captain on his promotion to the Admiralty. "Look," Gahrut argued as Grissom's dress uniform seemed to cut into her a bit too tightly, "it isn't my fault that the traffic out of your complex was so tight. I told you to make reservations for the transporter pad, but no, you wouldn't listen to me." "Yeah," she snapped back, "you're the one who said he knew a short cut." Her face was genuinely upset now, she didn't want to miss Sulu before he accepted his new carreer. "You took us well into Oakland with your stupid directions." "Well," Gahrut muttered back, "at least you know why I'm not the navigator." The duo had wandered into the deepest parts of San Fransisco, a far cry from bayside. They weren't far from the hall, however, and at least they might make it on time. "Miss Grissom," someone called darkly from behind. Gahrut and she turned, but Grissom froze, unable to move, unable to act. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Is this your bodyguard?" the man questioned, indicating the Horta. "Who are you?" Gahrut asked in a confused voice, noting how quickly Grissom seemed to freak. But the intruder had been prepared, had been observing them for some time. In a swift move the shadowed figure raised his phaser at the Horta. "Okay, rock," the figure demanded, "One sound and the both of you are ash." He then fired, slamming into the Horta's armored hide. The rock form ceased its intricate movements. "No," Grissom panicked, stepping backwards. "Stay away from me. I got away from you," she pleaded. "You can't be here." "Ah, dear Paula," the figure daunted, "You can never truly get away from the one who loves you," he muttered, moving closer to her. "It's been so long since I've seen you. You've been in my dreams for so long. You are mine, and always will be, sweet, innocent, little Paula." She was shaking now, raising her phaser at him. "I'll shoot, I'm warning you," she shook nervously. All it would take was a flinch in the wrong direction. But he fired first, using the cutting beam against her hand. She cried out, pain ripping though her arm as the skin blackened on her hand. Instinctively, she dropped her phaser, and ran. Her adrenaline carried her far, but her tiny form was no match for the behemoth laying chase. He shoved her, face first, into a old brick wall. The grout ripped slightly into her skin, cauing intense pain. "Get away from me," she screamed. "Someone please help me." He forced her against the wall, not so carefully unzipping the back of her uniform. "No one can help you, no one cares. You're dealing with the dregs of society here, little miss." She struggled again, slapping him with her injured hand. She scratched into the side of his eye and he withdrew to cover the it. She took the opportunity to run again, desperately trying to activate her communicator. Quickly, though, the pain returned, another burn blast from her attacker's phaser ripped into her leg. She fell, pain overcoming her. "It's impolite to refuse a request from a superior, bitch," he commanded. "You're mine, don't you get it? I can do to you whatever it is I want. Right now, I want you." Grissom's face reddened, "You can't do this," she pleaded, even as he removed the belt from his uniform. "Don't do this to me again, please don't." He didn't listen. CHAPTER EIGHT Riley had to almost physically keep himself from kissing the beauty he held in his arms. He was already borderline with dancing with Saavik in front of the Admiralty, even though it was a celebatory party, but a kiss would be more than frowned upon. He remained content holding her warmth next to his own, realizing how comfortable it was to have her there. "I've never danced before," he admitted, looking deeply into her eyes. "I'm surprised I haven't stepped on your feet." "The night's still young," Saavik replied with a mostly hidden smile. "But I am confident that you are improving," she added, hugging tighter against him. "After all, practice always is for improvement." He gingerly stroked her back, memorizing every curve. He had never before been in this position. Granted, he'd slept with more than a few while on some missions in godforsaken hellplanets. But he never could say he loved a woman, he could never truthfully say that we wanted one above all others. The idea was at once frightening and exciting, a combination of emotions that Riley seemed to revel within. He looked into her eyes once more, seeing the beauty of them, and then dared to look inside them, beyond into the soul. Saavik realized what was happening as he started. It was obvious that he didn't intend harm, and she let him in. Their minds touched as their bodies danced together. Images of realities gone by swept through, revealing dreams and passions long forgotten. In this union, the two half-worlders sought each-other. There was no logic to this place, no reason, only pure, unbridled emotion. They carressed in this place, gingerly exploring one-another with child-like curiosity. But there was another in this mind-reality. A tall blondish man wearing a scientist's uniform appeared, looking hurt and betrayed. Saavik withdrew from Riley, looking and apologizing to the figure whom had emerged from some forgotten past memory. "David," Riley said softly, reasserting the two of them into the dance's reality. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he added. "It was enjoyable," Saavik confessed for a moment with a sad look across her face, "for a time. I wasn't aware you could do that, I wasn't prepared." "Nor was I," Riley admitted. "I've never wanted to before," he added, noting Saavik's confused look. "But it's wrong of me to push. I just never knew how empty I had been. And now I can't help my desires." Riley's communicator chriped, irratating him somewhat as it destroyed the moment. "There will be time, Thomas," Saavik answered, reassuming her emotionless facade for the room's benefit. "We have a long tour ahead of us. We'll both have a chance to be ready." Again, the communicator chirped. "I know," he softly replied. "I'm just very new at this," he confessed. The communicator beeped for the third time, and it was obvious that it wasn't going to disappear. "Excuse me," he offered to Saavik as he regretfully let go of her. "Riley here, this better be good." "It's not, sir," R'Ress replied through the pin. "Doctor Matthews is here. Something's happened to Paula," he continued, wavering. "Explain," Riley demanded, "Doctor, what's going on?" "I'm sorry to interrupt, Captain," Matthews voice came over the communicator, "But Grissom's been attacked. She's in Bayside, in critical condition." Riley's eyes widened, hardly the news he had expected to hear. "Get over there as soon as you can. Saavik and I will be on our way directly." "Yes, sir," Matthews replied. "Get security on her door, noone goes in without proper authorization," Riley saw fit to add, motioning to Tago, who was trying miserably to mix it up with some of the ladyfolk. Tago came over, to the delight of the ladies he left behind. "Leaving so soon? I thought the party was going well," he protested. But there was something different in Riley's eyes this time. Tago recognized it, Riley was on business once more. "We need a ride to Bayview Hospital. And get my rifle from my apartment." CHAPTER NINE Riley stood at the foot of Gahrut's bed. He noted the giant blisters on his Lieutenant's armored hide, and wished that there was something he could do to help. But there wasn't, all he could do was try to find out what happened. "Tell me," Riley commaned softly to the Horta's damaged form. "It didn't know what hit me, Captain," Gahrut moaned. "I asked who it was, and he fired at me. I didn't have a chance to react." Gahrut was still slowly leaking fluid, the makeshift silicon patches were having difficulty holding him. "What do you remember?" Riley tried, staying as matter-of-factly as he could. "Did you get a look at him?" "He was in shadows," Gahrut replied. "It looked like he was wearing a Star Fleet uniform, but it was to dark to see anything visually. From his heat pattern, I'd say he was a human, but I can't be any more specific." Well, that narrows it down to six billion, Riley fumed to himself. "Has Paula ever asked you to escort her to places before?" "A few times, sir," Gahrut strained. "She was usually tripped out about someone when she'd ask." "Tripped out?" Riley responded with interest. Gahrut shifted somewhat, exposing more of his uninjured areas. "Yeah, she'd be scared of guys. It'd usually happen after someone hit on her and wouldn't take 'no'. I'd walk her to her quarters and that would be it." "Has she ever carried a phaser in public before?" Riley asked flatly. "Never to my knowledge, sir," Gahrut asked. "Why do you ask?" Gahrut was concered, something terrible had to be going on, and he felt responsible. "Security force recovered a phaser from a streetman who tried to sell it from there," Riley explained. "It was issued to the ENTERPRISE." Gahrut was taken aback. "Sir, no one's told me. What happened to her? What's going on?" Riley paused for a moment. There was no way to smooth out the harshness of the news. There was no way to sugar-coat it. "She was raped, Lieutenant." "No," Gahrut trailed. "No," he said again, his voice breaking under the emotional deluge. Riley gently tapped the rocky form on the bed. "It's not your fault, Gahrut. You did what you could." Gahrut didn't reply. Sadness and guilt consumed him. Riley waited for several seconds, trying to find more words to ease the pain. There were none. He quietly left to the hospital's large cooridor where Matthews and Saavik had been waiting for him. "I told him," Riley admitted with regret. "He didn't take it well, but I can't say that I blame him." "He needed to know, Captain," Matthews replied, his mood not lightened. "It's not going to be easy. Security's got no leads yet." "You mean there were no clues left behind?" Riley demanded, upset by the assertation. Matthews sighed. "The doctors here said that she was clean of usable evidence," he explained mornfully. "No semen samples?" Riley queried. "The assailant failed to climax," Matthews responded. "It isn't uncommon. Generally, rape is a crime of agression or domination, and not sex." Riley nodded, understanding all to well. "So, whoever did this, didn't leave traces of himself behind? That's a bit unlikely, don't you think?" He was frustrated now, wanting to do more, wanting to have a target for his agression. "Well, there are genetic traces from several individuals on her," Matthews offered. "It isn't conclusive as yet. Whoever did this took some great pains to ensure that they wouldn't be easily caught." "Of course," Riley muttered with distaste. "When Paula comes to, I'll need to ask her some questions. Will that be alright by you?" "No," Matthews protested lightly. "She'll be in shock for a while. Maybe in a couple of days, when she's more relaxed. But she'll need time to recover." "In a couple of days, Doctor," Riley retorted, "the bastard could be half-way to the Neutral Zone. I want him, and I want him as soon as I can have him. Is that understood?" Matthews grimaced, knowing that Riley was barely managing his temper. "I'll see what I can do, but I can't promise that she'll be receptive. We're dealing with a deep psychosis here, Captain." "And a deep psychotic," Riley countered. His patience was wearing extremely thin. "There's more, Captain," Matthews continued cautiously. "Judging by her past injuries, I'd say that this has happened once before." Riley fell silent, sitting down on a nearby chair as if the strength had been sapped from him. "Before? Her hatred of men, it came from a rape?" he asked tiredly. "It is consistant with common cases," Matthews replied. "The victim will associate all men as threats, particularly those with authority over her." "And she has been afraid of you, Thomas," Saavik commented. "She was afraid with no logical reason, citing a psychomatic, or phobic, reaction." "Jesus," Riley muttered distantly. "Is it possible," he slowly began. "Is it possible that the rapes were by the same person?" "Rare," Matthews commented, "but definately possible. Once someone has asserted his dominance, he may wish to continue it." "You suspect a connection, Captain?" Saavik asked as the Captain stood up. "There is no evidence to support such a claim at this time." "No evidence," Riley muttered. "That's why I need to question Paula as soon as I can." CHAPTER TEN The fact the Saavik had, for that night, decided to accompany Riley would have been more appealing if Riley's mind hadn't been so pressed on Grissom's case. The two were in his apartment now, studying over records and reports about Grissom from over the past six years. Riley was determined to find something, anything, that could give clues. Saavik watched him with a sense of wonder. Riley was, perhaps even more that she, comprised of two distinct sides. Sometimes Riley was the soft and caring companion she had been seeking, and at other times he was he stern and determined Captain she respected. He was almost two different people, and she decided that she was in love with them both. "Thomas," she began, looking through her makeshift terminal's records, "You have been looking over her files for over three hours. You do need some rest at some point." "Not now," he replied, turning to her. "One of my crew's been attacked, and I want the bastard that did it." "I understand," she offered. "I am concerned about you, and your sudden shift in behavior. I appreciate that it is largely an emotional concern." Riley lightly bit his lower lip, reaching out for her hand. "If it is a Star Fleet officer, he's going to be gone as soon as his ship is ready to disembark. I've got to get through this bureaucratic mess to get some answers." Saavik gently accepted the offered hand. "Personell files of the EXCELSIOR?" she quizzed when she looked over his shoulder into his monitor. "Yeah," Riley explained. "It was her last assignment before the ENTEPRISE. Sulu's ship is in drydock, so her crew is planetside along with us." Riley tumbled through record after record, looking for descrepancies or conduct reprimands. "If you don't find anything there?" Saavik asked curiously. "Where will you look?" "Then I will look through the ACUTIS's files," he said, suddenly taken by realization. "Grissom got defensive last time I brought up the ACUTIS with her," he trailed. "Defensive?" Saavik asked with her trademark raised eyebrow. "When did you bring it up with her?" "When I was looking for Romulan spies," Riley answered cooly. "She had abruptly transferred from ACUTIS to EXCELSIOR for no apparant reason. When I asked about it, she tensed up in a major way." "Someone on the ACUTIS then?" Saavik pondered, punching up the data on her own terminal. "Some of higher rank than she, then?" "Everyone was higher rank than she was," Riley reminded her. "But it was someone in charge of her, I'd imagine. Someone she was too afraid to report or fight back." "Apparantly," Saavik commented as the new data flooded her screen, "she wasn't the only one. There have been six abrupt personnel transferrs from the ACUTIS in the past seven years. No explanation was given, though they were all approved. All six of the cases involved human females with an ensign rank," she explained. "Of them, three of which are still in service. Lieutenant Kala Marshall aboard the CUTLASS, Lieutenant Janis Oyoto aboard the BEHEMOTH, and Lieutenant Commander Tierra Washington of Star Fleet Command." Riley cracked a small grin, he had gotten what he wanted. "What of the other three? Where are they now?" "Former Ensign Lea Thomas has retired and is living in Bonn, Germany. Former Lieutenant Mary Quix is living in Mexico City. Former Ensign Uteo Jasala was killed in a shuttlecraft accident two years ago," Saavik answered flatly. "Get their detailed adresses and hand them to me," Riley ordered. "I'll talk to them about their experience," he explained. "I need you to talk to Paula when she's ready." "I understand, sir," Saavik countered as Riley sipped on his Mister Pibb that Tago had so politely brought him a few moments before. Riley raised Saavik's capture hand to his lips and gently kissed it. "Thanks for putting up with me during this, Saavik. I know I should be spending more time with you instead." "No you shouldn't," Saavik countered. "You are showing your repsonsibility as captain of the ENTERPRISE. I cannot fault you for that." And for the seventh time that day, Riley seemed to have run out of words. He quietly took the list that had been printed out, and headed for the door. She slept, knowing of the world around her but helpless to take part in it. Her body lay still, unmoving, unwilling to move. There is nothing but pain in the world, she told herself, it is better to retreat to within. But she was cared for in the world, by one completely alien to her. She could see him off the side of her bed, his injured rocky skin covered by makeshift patches. He was in pain, yet he made his way to see her. How could she know, he thought to himself, just how much I want to hold her. Could she know how much I curse the fact that I don't have hands to hold hers, eyes to meet hers, or even lips to kiss hers. And she still looked at him, for once finally comprehendinng his feelings for her all this time. She had attached to him because she thought him harmless. They had served together for six years on three starships, and had been through battles and peace and had struggled through it all. They had always been together, she realized during these moments. He had been closer to me than anyone in the worlds. How could I have been so blind, Gahrut? she asked, though her lips refused to say the words. But her hand moved, slowly over to the Horta's injured body. Carefully, she carressed his hide. This mismatched pair had been through so much, and there still would be so much to go through. He would help her through this suffering. She could tell him, if only she could speak. -- "Our crew's living quarters have left the ship." - Secundam Yto aboard the IRON CLAW II Neale Davidson, another writer wanna-be. neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu