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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

  Excerpt

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  Acknowledgments

  I'd like to thank a few people for their help and support while I wrote this book:

  John Ordover for letting me play in this particular niche of the Star Trek universe in the first place.

  The Eugene Wordos for encouragement, inspiration, and brainstorming.

  And Marybeth O'Halloran for background and cookies.

  Chapter One

  " DEARLY BELOVED," said Captain Kirk.

  Someone in the back of the observation lounge snickered, and Kirk looked up to silence the offender. Not that he blamed them, of course; two less likely mates than Lieutenant Nordell and Ensign Lebrun would be hard to find even on a ship with as large a crew as the Enterprise. Still, they had chosen to wed, and as captain of the ship Kirk had the dubious honor of officiating. No matter what he thought about their chances together, he wanted no disruptions to mar their ceremony, so he eyed the thirty or so people—mostly from engineering and security—who had come to wish their friends well, and when he was satisfied that he had cowed the group into silence, he continued to read from the vows that Ensign Lebrun had written.

  "We are gathered here in this fragile bubble of life amid the vastness of space to witness the union of two people in the bonds of holy matrimony," he read. He wasn't sure how he liked that "fragile bubble" line, either. The ship was indeed in a vast and largely uncharted region of space, and the multicolored whorl of an incandescent nebula beyond the viewports provided ample proof of that, but the Enterprise was hardly fragile. However, Kirk supposed he could allow Lebrun a bit of poetic license for the sake of romance. She and Nordell would need all the romance they could get to make up for the stormy courtship they had endured on their way to the altar. So he smiled and kept reading while the brilliant stars shone in on the happy couple.

  They looked blissful enough. Nordell wore his dress uniform, its deep red jacket festooned with medals received in his three years of Starfleet service, and if he felt any discomfort in the seldom-worn clothing, his silly grin betrayed none of it. Lebrun had forgone the uniform in favor of a traditional white wedding gown, and while it was a bit of a shock to see the normally quite butch security officer in chiffon and lace, Kirk had to admit that she had never appeared more beautiful. Her short brown hair shone radiantly beneath the jeweled tiara, and her high cheeks and wide, green eyes also seemed to glow with a light of their own.

  Their attendants, Chief Engineer Scott and Yeoman Rand, wore their dress uniforms as well. And the witnesses behind the wedding party were also decked out in various degrees of finery. Smiles abounded. Everyone seemed excited at the prospect of this wedding. So why did Kirk feel such a sense of impending doom?

  He had made it through the "Marriage is a precious thing" section and had just reached the line "If anyone knows a reason why these two should not be joined together, speak now or forever hold your peace," when the intercom chimed and Lieutenant Uhura's voice came over the speaker: "Captain, we're receiving a subspace transmission from Admiral Tyers, priority two."

  Everyone in the observation lounge, even the nervous couple, burst into laughter, and Uhura said, "Did I say something funny, sir?"

  "As a matter of fact, you did," Kirk told her. "I'll explain later. Tell the admiral I'll be with her in a moment." If it was priority two, then Tyers could wait long enough for Kirk to finish what he had started. He turned back to the wedding party and said quickly, "I think we can safely assume that the admiral is calling on other business. So do you, Simon Nordell, take this woman to be your wife, to love her, honor her, and obey her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in—"

  "Wait a minute," said Nordell. "What's this 'obey' stuff? I didn't agree to that."

  "Yes you did," said Lebrun.

  "I never—"

  "You agreed to a traditional exchange of vows," said Lebrun, shaking her bridal bouquet for emphasis until a yellow daisy snapped off and fell to the floor. "'Love, honor, and obey' is traditional."

  "It's also demeaning," Nordell protested.

  Scotty bent down to retrieve the flower and handed it to Lebrun, who absently stuck it back in the bouquet. "Look, I'm going to say the same thing," she told her husband-to-be.

  He set his jaw stubbornly. "Well I'm not."

  The people gathered behind them fidgeted nervously. Kirk cleared his throat. "The admiral is waiting," he said. "Do you want to try this again later?"

  Nordell shook his head. "No, we can work this out." He looked over at Lebrun. "How about 'Love, honor, and cherish'? That's traditional too."

  She frowned. "I like 'obey.'"

  Nordell said, "Of course you do. You're a security officer. But I can actually keep my vow if I say 'cherish.'"

  Someone laughed, and this time Kirk was glad of the interruption.

  After a moment's thought, Lebrun nodded. "Okay, I guess we can cherish each other." She turned back to Kirk. "Is that all right with you?"

  Kirk held out his hands palms forward and said, "Far be it from me to object."

  "Good." She smiled at Nordell, and he smiled at her as if nothing had happened. Their ability to recover after arguments was just as amazing as their propensity to get into them in the first place.

  Kirk shook his head and read the modified vow again for Nordell, who repeated it without hesitation, and a moment later Lebrun made the same vow to Nordell. Kirk began to hope that the rest of the wedding would actually go off smoothly, but that hope died when it came time to exchange the rings. Nordell turned to Scotty for the band he was to give Lebrun, and Scotty pulled from his pocket a monstrous blinking red-and-green jewel that looked more like it belonged in a warp engine than on a woman's hand. Obviously Nordell wasn't expecting that; he looked at the thing in Scotty's palm as if i
t might explode at any moment, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish's.

  Lebrun had no trouble finding her voice. "You didn't," she said threateningly.

  "I didn't!" Nordell protested.

  Amid growing laughter, Scotty said, "No, I did. And here's the real item." He held out a more traditional ring, a single diamond on a gold band, and with that and a brushed gold band passed from Yeoman Rand to Ensign Lebrun, they completed the ceremony.

  At last Kirk said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife," and Nordell and Lebrun kissed enthusiastically while everyone applauded. "Now if you will excuse me," Kirk said when they came up for air, "I'll go see what the admiral wants."

  He took the call in one of the conference rooms adjacent to the observation lounge. The admiral looked up from her desk when Kirk activated his viewscreen, and said, "Trouble, Jim?"

  Kirk grinned. "I hope not. But you never know. I was performing a wedding for two of my crew members."

  "Ah," the admiral said. "Extend my congratulations." She glanced down at her desktop full of papers, then looked back at Kirk again. "We have just received word that Prastor and Distrel, two planets in the Nevis system, have declared peace. We want you to go investigate."

  Kirk narrowed his eyes, puzzled. "You want us to investigate a peace treaty? Why?"

  "Because Prastor and Distrel have been at war for twelve thousand years, that's why."

  "Twelve millennia of interplanetary war?" Kirk asked, horrified at the very notion. "I'm surprised there's anything left."

  Admiral Tyers read from her briefing papers. "From what the survey teams report, their battles are almost entirely hand-to-hand."

  "They would have to be," Kirk said. "Either that or they breed like rabbits."

  The admiral grinned. "They are apparently quite humanoid in that regard. But we don't know very much about them. Their leaders have spurned diplomatic overtures from every peaceful race who have ever encountered them, and the common people are just as unsympathetic toward xenologists."

  "Open hostility or just uncooperative?" Kirk asked.

  "It depends on the situation," Tyers said. "They were very polite about it when they rejected the offer to join the Federation, and a bit less so when the Klingons and the Romulans got pushy with their respective invitations. They have the technology and the attitude to enforce their will, so the rest of the galaxy reluctantly left them alone to fight one another until the heat death of the universe, if that was what they wanted." She shrugged. "So you can see why this declaration of peace of theirs caught everyone by surprise. We want to find out what happened, and why."

  Kirk nodded. He could think of two very spooky possibilities already. What if the Nevisians had decided to band together and take over the rest of the galaxy? Or what if someone even more warlike than they were had conquered them? They might have simply gotten tired of fighting and decided to bury the hatchet, but it would be dangerous to make that assumption.

  "We'll look into it," Kirk said.

  "Good. I've already given the coordinates to your navigator. You're only a day away at warp seven. I'll expect a report in a day and a half."

  Kirk nodded. "You'll have it."

  When the admiral signed off, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment. Maybe he was buying trouble, but he had a bad feeling about this. People who had been at war for twelve thousand years weren't likely to end it gracefully.

  All the more reason for the Enterprise to be there, he supposed. If Kirk and his crew could help forge a lasting peace—and maybe even bring the two planets into the Federation—that would be a significant accomplishment.

  He heard a cry of surprised indignation from the observation lounge, followed immediately by loud laughter. He got up and went to the door in time to see Nordell, his face covered in cake, smear a slice of it all over Lebrun's mouth and cheeks. Then to even louder cheers, they began licking it off one another. Kirk sighed. They were going to have an interesting life together, there was no doubt of that.

  Chapter Two

  THE DATA COMING IN from long-range scans intrigued Science Officer Spock. He had seen plenty of multiple stars in his travels, but unlike most double stars in the galaxy, the Nevis system's twin suns orbited one another in nearly circular paths. Normally the eccentric orbits of multiple stars prevented planets from developing in their habitable zones, but the Nevis suns' unusual stability had allowed a full range of them to form, including two class-M worlds that had either been colonized by humanoid life or had evolved it on their own long ago.

  Now, as the Enterprise dropped out of warp and made its final approach, Spock wondered how fortunate the Nevisians had actually been. A single inhabited planet might endure a few centuries of war, but international commerce nearly always overshadowed the reasons for fighting within a few generations at most. Conversely, two planets separated by light-years of space couldn't afford to carry on a protracted battle. Warp-drive starships were too expensive, and the potential gain from conquering one's enemy was too small to make it worth the effort. Only two planets in one star system could marshal the necessary resources and reap the economic gains to make warfare a stable way of life.

  Spock remembered another situation like this one. Vendikar and Eminiar VII had fought for five hundred years before the Federation discovered them. They would not have stopped then, either, had not the Enterprise been caught up in the hostilities and been forced to end their war for them in order to escape. Spock and Captain Kirk had broken the Prime Directive prohibiting interference with the development of a society, but no one who understood the situation had faulted them for their actions. Five hundred years of war without hope of an end was unthinkable; anyone would have done the same in their situation, even had their ship not been in danger. But this—twelve millennia of constant battle. . . . Spock came dangerously close to feeling emotion when he thought of how many lives had been lost, all for nothing.

  But now the two planets had ended it without fanfare. Spock wondered what had precipitated such a dramatic shift in their behavior. Speculation would be pointless, since he would no doubt find out as soon as the Enterprise made contact with the Prastorian and Distrellian planetary governments, but he was definitely curious.

  "Visual onscreen," said Captain Kirk, and Spock routed his optical sensors' data stream to the main viewscreen. Then he turned around in his chair to observe the larger picture himself. On the wall monitor beyond the navigation and helm control stations the two stars glowed brightly near the outer edges of the screen, and their planets shone along an erratic line running diagonally between the two. The Enterprise had entered the system slightly above the plane of the ecliptic. Prastor was the closer of the two inhabited planets, though even at impulse speed the difference in distance was insignificant.

  "Lieutenant Uhura," Kirk said, looking over his shoulder at the communications officer. "Hail both planets. Let them know we're here."

  "Yes, sir," said Uhura. She pressed the well-worn keys on her console that sent the standard hailing message, a multifrequency, multiply modulated burst transmission containing the ship's name and registry number. Practically anyone who was listening on radio, subspace, or even optical frequencies would at least know that someone was trying to communicate, and as soon as they replied Uhura would be able to tell what frequency and modulation method they used. She could then send a more specific message, and in that fashion she and the people she was trying to communicate with could zero in on protocols and language, and eventually establish a dialogue.

  Uhura was good at her job. Within a minute of her first hail, she had a visual image on the viewscreen, and announced to the captain, "The Grand General of Distrel."

  Spock took a careful look at the Nevisian. He was humanoid, but not close enough to the phenotype to be mistaken for human. His steely blue eyes weren't as deeply recessed into their sockets as normal, giving him a bug-eyed, scrutinizing look. His narrow face and small nose compounded the effect. His mouth was r
ound instead of wide, and his ears, which attached much lower than usual, were deeply convoluted, with separate overlapping sections like petals on a flower.

  His most remarkable characteristic, however, was his reddish gray hair, which stuck straight out from his head to a distance of at least four inches. It was coarse and heavy and extended in all directions, even from his tall forehead, shading his eyes and upper face and giving him an air of sinister watchfulness.

  He was seated in an ornate chair at a dining table upon which a lavish meal had been laid out and partially served. A napkin was tucked into the collar of his billowy light blue shirt. Evidently the Enterprise's hail had caught him at dinner. He apparently ate well, but his body seemed leaner and more muscular than Spock would have expected from a planetary head who dined that way regularly. His physique was not due to high gravity; Distrel had less than one standard g at the surface. Evidently the affairs of state left him time to exercise; that was a good sign. It meant he would have time to deal with the new problems that would undoubtedly develop now that his society had made such a dramatic change.

  "I am Mesparth El Vuk Cevich Benat," said the Grand General. His deep, resonant voice carried an undertone that Spock recognized as quiet amusement. Spock wondered if the multitude of names had anything to do with that. Surely the Grand General couldn't use them all on a regular basis. "Welcome to the newly formed Commonwealth of Nevis," he said. "You're late for the party."

  The captain smiled and said, "I'm James Kirk, captain of the Enterprise. We didn't know we were expected."

  The Grand General laughed, his round mouth open in a wide O, revealing a double row of sharp teeth. "Oh, we knew someone from the Federation would show up before long. You've always taken an unusually strong interest in other people's business."

  Kirk's smile grew a bit strained. "We want to congratulate you on your peace treaty. I hope we haven't disrupted your festivities."