Two out of three books of David Mack’s big "Destiny" crossover trilogy are in stores now and today Pocket Books has released an excerpt from the third book "Star Trek Destiny: Lost Souls." See below for the entire first chapter of this book due out next month.
Excerpt from "Star Trek Destiny: Lost Souls"
It was the hardest decision William Riker had ever made.
He cast a suspicious glare at Titan’s unexpected visitor, a human-looking young woman with a crazy mane of sable hair and delicate garments that showed more of her body than they covered. She had claimed to be Erika Hernandez, the commanding officer of the Earth Starship Columbia, which had vanished more than two centuries earlier, thousands of light-years from the planet where Titan was now being held prisoner. Her tale seemed implausible, but she had offered to help his ship escape, and so Riker was willing to accept her extraordinary claims on faith… at least, until Titan was safe someplace far from here and he could put her identity to the test.
Hers had been a proposition he couldn’t refuse, but freeing his ship from the reclusive aliens known as the Caeliar would come at a price: His away team — made up of most of his senior officers, including his wife, his Imzadi, Deanna Troi — would have to be abandoned on the planet’s surface.
But there was a war raging at home, and above all, he had a duty to protect his ship and defend the Federation. No matter what he did, he was certain his decision would haunt him for a long time to come.
"Take us home," Riker said.
Hernandez snapped into action and took command of the situation. Pointing at the display screen over the science station, she asked curtly, "Who set up this tap on the Caeliar’s subspace aperture?"
"We did," answered Commander Xin Ra-Havreii, Titan’s chief engineer, gesturing to himself and the ship’s senior science officer, Lieutenant Commander Melora Pazlar.
Hernandez stepped to the console and began entering data. The strange young woman’s fingers moved with velocity and delicacy, as if she had mastered the Federation’s newest technology ages earlier. "I need to change your shield specs to protect you from radiation inside the passage," she said.
"Our shields already do that," Ra-Havreii said.
"No," Hernandez replied, her flurry of tapping on the console unabated, "you only think they do. Give me a moment." Her hands came to an abrupt stop. "There." She turned and snapped at Riker’s acting first officer, Commander Fo Hachesa, "Which station controls onboard systems?"
Hachesa pointed at ops.
"Thank you," she said to the stunned-silent Kobliad. Moving in rapid strides, Hernandez crossed to the forward console and nudged Lieutenant Sariel Rager out of her way. "I’m programming your deflector to create a phase-shifted soliton field. That’ll make it harder for the Caeliar to shift the aperture on us while we’re in transit." She looked across at Ensign Aili Lavena, the Pacifican flight-control officer. "Be ready to go at your best nonwarp speed, as soon as the passage opens. Understood?"
Lavena nodded quickly, shaking loose air bubbles inside her liquid-atmosphere breathing mask.
Watching the youthful Hernandez at work, Riker felt superfluous on his own bridge.
"All right," Hernandez announced, "I’m about to widen the subspace aperture into a full tunnel. When I do, the Caeliar will try to shut it down. Be warned: This is gonna be a rough ride." She looked around at the various alien faces on Titan’s bridge. "Everyone ready?" The crew nodded. She met Riker’s gaze. "It’s your ship, Captain. Give the word."
Nice of her to remember, Riker thought. He led Hachesa back to their command chairs. They sat down and settled into place. Lifting his chin, Riker said to Hernandez, "The word is given."
"And away we go," Hernandez said. She faced forward, fixed her gaze on the main viewscreen, and lifted her right arm to shoulder height. With her outstretched hand, she seemed to reach toward the darkness, straining to summon something from the void. Then it appeared, like an iris spiraling open in space: a circular tunnel filled with brilliant, pulsing blue and white rings of light, stretching away to infinity.
Lavena pressed the padd to fire the impulse engines at full power. One moment, Riker heard the hum and felt the vibrations of sublight acceleration through the deck plates; the next, he was clutching his chair’s armrests as the ship slammed to a hard, thunderous halt and threw everyone forward.
"More power!" cried Hernandez over the alarm klaxons and groaning bulkheads. "I’ll try to break their hold on us!" She closed her eyes, bowed her head, and raised both arms.
Riker had witnessed some of Deanna’s psychic struggles in the past, and he knew that whatever Hernandez was enduring to free his ship, it had to be worse than he could imagine. "Give it all we’ve got!" he bellowed over the chatter of damage reports pouring in via the ops and tactical consoles.
Titan lurched forward, then it was inside the pulsating brightness of the subspace tunnel. Lieutenant Rriarr gripped the side of the tactical console with one paw as he reported, "High-level hyperphasic radiation inside the tunnel, Captain. Shields holding."
That’s why she had to modify our shields, Riker realized. Otherwise, we’d all be handfuls of dust by now. Bone-rattling blows hammered the ship. "Report!" Riker ordered.
"Soliton pulses," Rriarr said. "From behind us."
"They’re trying to bend the passage and bring us back to New Erigol," Hernandez said. "Keep that soliton field up!"
"Divert nonessential power to the deflector," Riker said.
"Belay that, sir," countered Ra-Havreii. "The gravitational shear inside the tunnel is rising. We have to reinforce the structural integrity field!"
Hernandez shot back, "Do that, and we’ll lose control of the tunnel. We’ll be taken back to New Erigol!"
"If we don’t, the ship might be torn in half," replied the angry Efrosian engineer. Punctuating his point, a console behind him exploded and showered the bridge with stinging debris and quickly fading sparks.
Falling to her knees, Hernandez kept her arms extended and her hands up, as if she were holding back a titanic weight. "Just a few more seconds!" she cried in a plaintive voice.
The bluish-white rings of the tunnel began distorting as the black circle of its terminus became visible. "Lieutenant Rager, all available power to the deflector," Riker said. "That’s an order." Another round of merciless impacts quaked the ship around him. "Hold her together, folks, we’re almost out!"
An agonized groan welled up from within Hernandez as the egress point loomed large ahead of Titan. She arched her back and lifted her hands high above her head before unleashing a defiant, primal scream.
Outside the ship, in the tunnel, a massive ripple like a shimmer of heat radiation coursed ahead of Titan, smoothing the rings back to their perfect, circular dimensions and calming the turbulence. The shockwave rebounded off the exit ring as the Luna-class explorer hurtled through it.
Energy surges flurried the bridge’s consoles, and displays spat out chaotic jumbles. A final, calamitous blast pummeled Titan, and the bridge became as dark as a moonless night. Only the feeble glow of a few tiny status gauges pierced the gloom in the long moments before the emergency lights filled the bridge with a dim, hazy radiance.
Smoke blanketed the bridge, and the deck sparkled with a fine layer of crystalline dust from demolished companels. The deck was eerily silent; there was no sound of comm chatter, no feedback tones from the computers.
"Damage report," Riker said. He surveyed the bridge for anyone able to answer him. He was met by befuddled looks and officers shaking their heads in dismay.
Ra-Havreii moved from station to station, barely pausing at each one before moving on to the next, growing more agitated every step of the way. When he reached the blank conn, he gave his drooping ivory-white mustache a pensive stroke, then turned to Riker and said, "We’re blacked out, Captain. Main power’s offline, along with communications, computers, and who knows what else. I’ll have to go down to main engineering to get a better look at the problem."
"Go ahead," Riker said. "Power first, then communications."
"That was my plan," replied Ra-Havreii, heading for the turbolift. He all but walked into the still-closed doors before making an awkward stop, turning on his heel, and flashing an embarrassed grin. "No main power, no turbolifts." He pointed aft. "I’ll just take the emergency ladder."
As the chief engineer made his abashed exit, Riker got up and walked to Hernandez’s side. In slow, careful motions, he helped her stand and steady herself. "Are you all right?"
"I think so," she said. "That last pulse was a doozy. Guess I didn’t know my own strength."
Riker did a double-take. "You caused that final pulse?"
"I had to," she said. "It was the only way to close off the passage and destroy the machine at the other end once we were clear. That’ll keep the Caeliar off our backs for a while."
"Define ‘a while.’"
Hernandez shrugged. "Hard to say. Depends how much damage I did and how badly the Caeliar want to come after us. Could be a few days. Could be a few decades."
"We’d better get busy making repairs, then," Riker said.
She nodded once. "That would probably be a good idea."
Riker turned to Lieutenant Rriarr. "As soon as the turbolifts are working, have Captain Hernandez escorted to quarters and placed under guard." To Hernandez, he added, "No offense."
"None taken," she replied. "After eight hundred years with the Caeliar, I’m used to being treated like a prisoner."
Deanna Troi screamed in horror as Dr. Ree sank his fangs into her chest just below her left breast, and Ree felt absolutely terrible about it, because he was only trying to help.
The Pahkwa-thanh physician ignored Troi’s frantic slaps at his head as he released a tiny amount of venom into her bloodstream. Then the half-Betazoid woman stiffened under his slender, taloned feet as the fast poison took effect.
Four sets of hands — one pair on each arm and two pairs on his tail — yanked him backward, off Troi, and dragged him into a clumsy group tumble away from her. He rolled to his feet to find himself confronted by the away team’s security contingent, which consisted of Chief Petty Officer Dennisar, Lieutenant Gian Sortollo, and Titan’s security chief, Lieutenant Commander Ranul Keru. The team’s fuming-mad first officer, Commander Christine Vale, snapped, "What the hell were you doing, Ree?"
"The only thing that I could, under the circumstances," Ree replied, squaring off against his four comrades.
Vale’s struggle for calm was admirable, if unsuccessful. She flexed her hands and fought to unclench her jaw. "This had better be the best damned explanation of your life, Doctor."
A shadow stepped off a nearby wall and became Inyx, the chief scientist of the Caeliar. The looming, lanky alien tilted his bulbous head and permanently frowning visage in Ree’s direction. "I am quite eager to hear your explanation as well," he said. The deep inflation and deflation of the air sacs that drooped over his bony shoulders suggested a recent exertion.
Ensign Torvig Bu-kar-nguv cowered outside the door of Troi’s quarters and poked his ovine head cautiously around the jamb to see what was transpiring inside. Ree understood perfectly the reticence of the young Choblik, whose species — bipedal runners with no natural forelimbs — were descended from prey animals.
As Ree chose his words, Commander Tuvok, Titan’s second officer, entered and kneeled beside Troi. The brown-skinned Vulcan man gently rested one hand on Troi’s forehead.
"I confess it was an act of desperation," Ree said. "After the Caeliar destroyed all of our tricorders — including mine — I had no way to assess the counselor’s condition with enough specificity to administer any of the hyposprays in my satchel."
"So you bit her," Sortollo interrupted with deadpan sarcasm. "Yeah, that makes sense."
Undeterred by the Mars-born human’s cynicism, Ree continued, "Commander Troi’s condition became progressively worse after she went to bed. Based on my tactile measure of her blood pressure, pulse, and temperature, I concluded there was a high probability that she had suffered a serious internal hemorrhage." He directed his next comments to Inyx, who had moved to Troi’s side and squatted low, opposite Tukov, to examine her. "She would not permit me to seek your help or request the use of your sterile medical facilities for the procedure."
"And that’s why he bit her," Dennisar said, riffing on Sortollo’s dry delivery. Commander Vale glared the Orion into a shamed silence.
Inyx rested his gently undulating cilia over Troi’s bite wound. "You injected her with a toxin."
Menace was implied in Vale’s every syllable as she said, "If you’ve got a point to make, Doctor, now’s the time."
"My venom is a relic of Pahkwa-thanh evolution," he said to her. "It places prey in a state of living suspended animation. Its purpose in my species’ biology was to enable sires of new hatchlings to roam a large territory and bring live prey back to the nest without a struggle, so that it would be fresh when fed to our young. In this case, I used it to place Counselor Troiin a suspended state to halt the progression of her hemorrhage."
Keru sighed heavily and shook his head. "All right, that does kind of make sense."
"What you did was barbaric and violent," Inyx said. A sheet of quicksilver spread beneath Troi like a metallic bloodstain. It solidified and levitated her from the floor. "Your paralyzing toxin, while effective in the short term, will not sustain her for long. If that is what passes for medicine among your kind, I am not certain you deserve to be called a doctor."
Inyx began escorting the levitated Troi toward the exit.
Tuvok lurked silently behind Inyx, his intense stare fixed on Troi’s face, which was frozen in a look of shock even though she was no longer sensate.
Vale blocked Inyx’s path. The security personnel regrouped behind her, fully obstructing the doorway. "Hold on," she said to Inyx. "Where are you taking her?"
"To a facility where we can provide her with proper medical care," the Caeliar scientist replied. He glanced at Ree and added in a pointed tone, "You might be surprised to learn that our methods do not include masticating our patients."
Ree was a gentle being by nature, but the Caeliar seemed committed to putting his goodwill to the test. "She needs the kind of medical care that I can provide to her only on Titan," he said to Inyx. "If you really were the beneficent hosts you claim to be, you’d let us return to the ship."
Inyx halted and turned back to face Ree. "I am afraid that is quite impossible," he said.
"Yes, yes," Ree groused. "Because of your sacred privacy."
"No," Inyx said, "because your ship has escaped and left you all behind." A gap opened in the ceiling above Inyx and Troi, who ascended through it into the open air of the starless night. Inyx looked down and added, "I will leave you to contemplate that while I try to save your friend’s life." He and Troi faded into the darkness and were gone.
A shocked silence filled the room as the remaining away-team members regarded one another with searching expressions.
Dennisar asked no one in particular, "Do you really think Titan got away?"
Keru gave a noncommittal sideways nod. "The Caeliar haven’t lied to us so far. Could be the truth."
Vale said, "If they did, good for them. And it’s good news for us, too, because you know Captain Riker will send help."
Everyone nodded, and Ree could sense that they were all trying to put the most positive possible spin on the cold fact of having been abandoned by their shipmates and captain.
Torvig was the first to wander back to his quarters, and then Tuvok slipped away, his demeanor reserved and withdrawn. Vale left next, and Keru ushered his two men out of the room.
Ree followed the burly Trill security chief out of Troi’s quarters into the corridor. Keru snickered under his breath. "I’m sorry, Doc," he said. "But for a second there, I really thought you were trying to eat Counselor Troi."
"I would never do such a thing," Ree said, affecting a tone of greater offense than he really felt. Then he showed Keru a toothy grin. "Though I have to admit… she was rather succulent." Noting the man’s anxious sidelong glance, Ree added with a flustered flourish, "Kidding."
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