Star Trek Into Darkness
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Pioneering director J.J. Abrams has delivered an explosive action thriller that takes Star Trek Into Darkness.
When the crew of the Enterprise is called back home, they find an unstoppable force of terror from within their own organization has detonated the fleet and everything it stands for, leaving our world in a state of crisis.
With a personal score to settle, Captain Kirk leads a manhunt to a war-zone world to capture a one man weapon of mass destruction.
As our heroes are propelled into an epic chess game of life and death, love will be challenged, friendships will be torn apart, and sacrifices must be made for the only family Kirk has left: his crew.
Star Trek Into Darkness, starring Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Zoe Saldana, Karl Urban, John Cho, Bruce Greenwood, Simon Pegg, Anton Yelchin, Benedict Cumberbatch, Alice Eve, and Peter Weller, arrives on May 17th, 2013.
Alan Dean Foster
Alan Dean Foster’s work to date includes excursions into hard science fiction, fantasy, horror, detective, western, historical, and contemporary fiction. He has also written numerous nonfiction articles on film, science, and scuba diving and produced the novel versions of many films, including such well-known productions as Star Wars, the first three Alien films, Alien Nation, and The Chronicles of Riddick. Other works include scripts for talking records, radio, computer games, and the story for the first Star Trek movie. His novel Shadowkeep was the first ever book adaptation of an original computer game. In addition to publication in English his work has been translated into more than fifty languages and has won awards in Spain and Russia. His novel Cyber Way won the Southwest Book Award for Fiction in 1990, the first work of science fiction ever to do so.
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Reviews for Star Trek Into Darkness
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Star Trek Into Darkness is a media tie-in book to the film that is currently out in cinemas, sequel to the 2009 Star Trek film.
If you've seen Into Darkness in the cinemas already (I haven't) then essentially what you saw is what you're going to get in the book. The writing is simple and easy to read, but there are a few instances where you can be jerked out of the story by the phrasing of a couple of words.
There are a fair few epithets put in place for Spock that aren't needed. Often in place of his name, Spock is called 'his friend' when he and Kirk are in conversation. "The science officer" and "the Vulcan". Really, we only need to hear his title and species once before we remember. Please do not call him an epithet more than once (introduce him as his title on the Enterprise when you introduce him, have a character say his name, and then never use that epithet from that point onward). It gets very tedious having to go back and see just whom Kirk is talking to.
Give the book Star Trek Into Darkness a chance if you feel up for a light read; it doesn't matter whether or not you've seen the movie or not. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Let's take a look at Star Trek Into Darkness which was written after the movie of the same name was released. For die-hard Trekkie fans, this is definitely a book that you want to pick up. It was so good that I never wanted it to end. For those who haven't seen the film (or who aren't really into Star Trek at all), this is the story of how one man came into his own when pitted against a ruthless adversary who by all accounts was unbeatable. James Tiberius Kirk is the newly appointed Captain of the USS Enterprise but at this stage he's definitely still wet behind the ears and he makes mistakes which come with very big consequences. At the same time, the reader is introduced to a character with motivations that are not immediately apparent and it is uncertain exactly what type of a person he actually is (his identity is in question as well). There is conflict, intrigue, heroism, tragedy, and courage on every single page. Go forth and read it!!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I am a wannabe Trekkie.
I have seen every ST movie and television show except for Enterprise.
I say this up front because this book/movie is in obvious homage to the original series/cast. This is good and bad.
The resurrection of Khan, tribbles, and Dr. Carol Marcus was a shout out to all of us who know, love and hate these characters. This is good. It is bad for the same reasons, because using the oldies misses the opportunity for this new error of ST to do something original. And it also opens the doors to abusing those things already done quite right.
I haven't seen the movie yet, but eventually intend to. I can say though that despite the whole alternate reality bent, I take serious issue with resurrecting Khan and having him played by a white man. Khan Noonien Singh is supposed to be from northern India and... Do I really need to say anything outside of that? But I will. In 2013 I think that Hollywood can definitely do better than white washing characters of color.
I was able to watch the 2009 movie with absolute enjoyment because while it presented the same characters, it presented them in a fresh way that allowed me to see the movie as separate and apart from the original. Its own incarnation. With that, my only personal requirement is that they get Spock right, and they really did. I love Spock and if he'd been done wrong I would have personally written it off.
I listened to this book and while I did find it enjoyable and entertaining, it wasn't until the last 30 minutes that I got excited about the story. The reason for this was Spock, doing what Spock does so well, which is going from calm to "watch out".
Overall I thought the story was okay, but it definitel cold have been better. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Star Trek has always been a part of my childhood. It has been a beloved series to me for many years. I have loved the twists and turns that have taken place throughout the ever expanding generations. This story is yet another curve in the road known as Star Trek and this road takes its readers on one hell of a journey. All of the past experiences that have been memorized by readers and remembered by the characters have been thrown to the wind. Instead, a new set of experiences await the readers that challenge the patience and tolerance of most Star Trek fans. This book is about a man named Khan and how he brought down the destruction of both the federation and a beloved captain. It is the story of a group of people who must push themselves beyond their limits in order to save themselves. By defying past prejudices and working toward a better future, the Enterprise crew makes a solid place for themselves in history. This book was an interesting twist for me. I have to admit that it is not my favorite, since I personally do not like the new take on Star Trek. I am a fan of the traditional Star Trek and do not understand why they changed things. The story was still very good and fun to read. I loved Scotty and found him to be the most interesting character out of all of the crew. I do not like the new Kirk or the new Spock. I enjoyed Uhura as always and found the rest to be acceptable. If you are a diehard fan of the past Star Trek series than you are probably not going to enjoy the new spin on things. It is a complete flip flop of everything that happened in the past books and is almost laughable in some situations. If you are brand new to the series than this is a great book to read. I recommend this book to those readers that are new to the series and are looking for something different to read. Other than that it is almost an insult to the history of Stark Trek itself.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I actually saw the movie on opening day so I was familiar with the story. Being a novelization it was almost a word for word to what happens in the movie. But I enjoyed it all the same. Star Trek Into Darkness is on the edge of your seat action. An exciting story. I absolutely loved the villain Jonathan Harris. Author, Alan Dean Foster does an excellent job bring it from the screen to the page. I wouldn't call myself a Trekkie, but I'm a lover of the Star Trek movies and can't wait for more stories. This book will be loved by both Trekkies and newbies.Narrated by actress Alice Eve, she plays Dr. Carol Marcus in Star Trek Into the Darkness. Ms. Eve isn't my favorite narrator. Some of the characters she brought life great and some not so much.
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Star Trek Into Darkness - Alan Dean Foster
I
CLASS-M PLANET
NIBIRU
It seemed as if not just the supervolcano, but every square meter of solid ground on the planet was on the verge of shaking itself apart. The serpentine smoke cloud that emerged from the enormous, towering cone stretched far out to sea, retaining its ominous coherence even as it cast much of the ocean’s surface in shadow. Struggling to escape the noxious gases that rose from the planet’s interior, troubled flying creatures sought clearer air to the north and south. Meanwhile, landslides periodically thundered down the volcano’s slopes as its insides continued to swell, while the magma-clogged throat coughed and rumbled threateningly. Far below the outer planetary crust, something was building, something that portended far more than a mere series of Strombolian eruptions.
Designed by its builders to withstand intermittent quakes and recurring tectonic stutters, constructed of hand-hewn stone, the massive temple situated not far from the mountain’s base violently trembled but did not fall. Mute and immovable at the convergence of multiple pathways that had been laboriously cleared from the red-leaved forest, it had stood thus for many hundreds of cycles.
The bipedal figure that burst from the bas-relief framed entrance was moving as fast as possible. While the simmering volcano appeared the greater threat, the more immediate one took the form of dozens of figures who emerged from the interior of the temple in hot pursuit. The bright yellow cowls and loincloths they wore stood out in sharp contrast to their skin, which more than anything resembled the cracked and splitting clay that might be found at the bottom of a long-dried-out lake bed. Primitive, simple symbols and lines of painted vegetable dye marked their otherwise bare bodies. Their yelling and screaming formed a nightmarish cacophony that contrasted with the lead figure’s heavy breathing.
The gray cloth wrappings James Tiberius Kirk wore had disguised him. Now they interfered far too much with his breathing as he struggled to stay ahead of his pursuers. Whipping them off, he sucked in one desperate lungful of alien air after another as he dodged primitive spears that would terminate his life as surely as any phaser. Around him, the deep red Nibiran forest seemed intent on deliberately impeding his flight.
Emitting a howl of outrage in memory of the desecration that had just taken place in their most holy temple, the high Nibiran priest shook the weapon he was carrying as he urged on his fellows. Though the Nibirans were decidedly humanoid, their rounded facial features, ritually marked clay-colored skin, and black pupil-less eyes marked them as genetically and evolutionarily different from the humans they otherwise closely resembled.
As the object of their fury, Kirk fought to lengthen his stride as he ran. He knew that if he was caught in possession of the scroll he had snatched from the temple, his pursuers would show him no mercy. He would be dead before he could explain that his intentions were wholly benign. He had to just keep running—if all went according to plan, that would not be much longer.
It couldn’t be much longer, he knew. His legs were turning to rubber while his lungs threatened imminent surrender.
The branches and tendrils of the surrounding forest whipped at him; every second they slowed him, allowing the furious Nibirans to draw that much closer. A foraging mother and child gazed up at him with wide eyes as he bolted past. Sitting on a red branch, a creature that resembled a yellow anemone drew tentacles back into its sack-like body as he sped by. He didn’t know if it was plant, animal, or a combination of both, and at the moment he didn’t care. Down a slope blanketed in red foliage, across a stream, and into a small clearing he raced—where, startled by his sudden emergence from the thick undergrowth, a massive fanged quadruped reared directly and unexpectedly in front of him.
The phaser Kirk drew was as technologically out of keeping with his surroundings as a ram hydrofoil would have been in a traditional sailing regatta. Before huge paws could come down on him, he hit the animal with a full blast from his weapon. It promptly collapsed in a pile of legs, fur, and dismay, revealing another masked biped behind it. Facing Kirk but weaponless, this second figure fumbled to remove its own facial wrappings. The face soon revealed was contorted, but no more so than usual.
Dammit, man,
Leonard McCoy sputtered, "that was our ride! You just stunned our ride!"
Confronting the ship’s doctor and still breathing hard, Kirk barely managed to mutter a frustrated Great
before the babble of the pursuing mob of enraged Nibirans rose above every sound except the dangerously deepening growl of the looming volcano. Gesturing in lieu of speech, Kirk beckoned for McCoy to join him as he resumed his flight. With a last regretful glance at the immobile local riding beast, the doctor followed.
Taking note of the rolled tube of local parchment that Kirk clutched like a relay runner’s baton, McCoy nodded in its direction.
What the hell is that?
I don’t know.
The captain was fighting for breath now, each lungful demanding an increasingly painful effort. He motioned in the direction of the bellowing native throng behind them. But they were bowing to it.
As a second glance showed the lead Nibirans continuing to close the space between them, he drew his communicator with his free hand and snapped the instrument open.
"Kirk to Shuttle One: Locals are out of the immediate kill zone. I’ve . . . given them something else to focus on. You’re clear to proceed as we discussed! I repeat, you’re clear to proceed! Operation’s a go now! Lowering the communicator, he looked to his left.
You know, for someone whose expertise resides in what is essentially a sedentary profession, you move pretty good." A spear slammed into the tree just to his right.
Behind them, the immense volcano was beginning to spill streams of lava down its flanks, bleeding bright red-orange against the dark basaltic slopes.
McCoy’s gasping reply was as dry as the chief engineer’s favorite gin. Being chased by howling homicidal indigenes has a way of enhancing my sprinting ability.
His tone darkened. "Of course, if you hadn’t shot our ride . . . "
Kirk shook his head. Can’t hear you, Bones. Volcano noise.
Volcano noise, my—!
* * *
Computer-augmented stability controls notwithstanding, Hikaru Sulu had to fight to hold the shuttle steady. As the interior of a fast-rising volcanic plume and its accompanying blasts of acidic gases was not the most salubrious location for a hovering shuttle-craft, it required Sulu’s full attention to keep the compact craft from being knocked ass-over-teakettle. Or worse, cast on an out-of-control vector toward the unforgiving ground below.
There was nothing wrong with audio reception, however. Kirk’s voice filled the cockpit.
Copy that, Captain!
A glance rearward showed that while well under way, preparations for the final aspect of their questionable intervention were not yet complete. Shorn of anything resembling spare time, Sulu made his concern known in no uncertain terms.
"We have to do this now, people! If we sit in this murk much longer, the acids in the offgassing are going to start impacting our systems. All we have to do is lose one thruster and we risk going down!"
His warning was acknowledged with a hand wave. It was not half-hearted, but half-human. Turning back to Nyota Uhura, Spock stood stoically as she continued sealing him into the exosuit. Designed for heavy-duty work under the most extreme conditions, the brilliantly metallic, copper-colored suit was far less flexible than its standard-issue cousins. It could protect its wearer from nearly anything, but it could not make Spock comfortable. The latter did not concern the Vulcan. Survival did. Tilting his head slightly to one side, he spoke toward the suit’s pickup.
Captain, did any representatives of the indigenous intelligence see you? At the risk of repeating the obvious and despite the difficulties inherent in our current effort, I must repeat that the Prime Directive clearly states that there can be no perceived external interference with the internal development of an alien civiliza—
Despite the shuttle’s increasingly violent rocking, Kirk’s response came through clearly.
No, Mr. Spock, they did not! I know what it says! I might have missed a few details here and there in certain classes . . .
The admirable clarity of the surface-to-shuttle transmission was confirmed as Kirk’s communicator picked up the nearby McCoy’s unmistakable sarcastic snicker. ". . . but I didn’t miss that one. We’re not supposed to be here at all. It’s because of the Prime Directive that we’re having to do this the hard way. Now, drop off your super ice cube and let’s get out of here! Kirk out!"
The science officer would have argued further with his captain save for two reasons: The time to do so had long since expired, and arguing with James T. Kirk frequently generated far more frustration than satisfaction. Filing the details of their brief conversation away for future discussion, Spock returned his focus to the business at hand.
As Uhura stepped back, Spock knelt and opened a clamshell metallic case. In addition to the brace of simple unifying electronics that turned the contents of the container from an assortment of seemingly unrelated materials and components into a device of uncommon power and unusual purpose, it was first and foremost a basic but well-made timing unit. After entering final critical information into it, he watched and waited a moment longer to ensure himself that the apparatus had been properly activated. Only when he was certain of this did he stand, maintaining his balance as, despite its stabilizers, the shuttle was rocked by increasingly violent atmospheric forces.
Slipping on the suit’s helmet, Spock locked it in place. After clipping the safety line to his chest plate, Uhura moved to ensure that it was solidly affixed to the shuttle’s cargo winch. Spock then picked up the case and secured it to the equipment bracket on his side.
Uhura stared at him through the helmet’s industrial-strength visor. Sure you don’t want me to go?
Requesting a response was one way of making certain his suit’s comm unit was functioning. Her query provoked exactly the sort of reply she expected.
That would be illogical,
Spock responded calmly, as I am already outfitted in the requisite gas- and heat-resistant equip—
Stepping forward, she placed an open palm on either side of the heavy helmet. When she next spoke, her tone was utterly different. Soft, affectionate, and full of that meaning that went beyond words.
Spock. I was kidding.
Rising on her toes, she placed a quick kiss on the transparent front of his protective helmet.
However transitory, even minimal visual distortion is not helpful,
he muttered.
It’ll dissipate fast.
She stepped back. Hopefully the attendant meaning won’t. You’ve got this, Spock.
Their eyes locked. The moment, if not the visual distortion, was broken by the anxious voice of Sulu calling back to them from the cockpit forward.
If we’re gonna do this, we’ve got to do it now! Or we’ll lose the shuttle as well as the moment!
Erupting gases jolted the shuttle, sending it rocking dangerously from side to side. Constantly changing atmospheric pressure threatened to knock it into surrounding walls or send it plunging into the fiery lava lake not far below.
It would have been far easier if Spock could simply beam in and out with the ship’s transporter. But while they could beam him into the volcano, it would be impossible to set him down on a safe, solid location. To do that would have required a preliminary visual fix: one they had neither the time nor the precise means to obtain. Sometimes, despite the availability of the most advanced tech, nothing worked better than a pair of experienced eyes . . . and being directly on site.
Uhura’s hand patted the science officer on the side of his helmet. I’ll see you in a few minutes. Keep cool.
It is my intention to ensure that everything keeps cool.
Spock turned toward the rear of the shuttle’s cargo bay.
Spock!
Sulu yelled from the violently rocking cockpit. You’ve got to go now!
Uhura laid a last look on the science officer, then turned and joined Sulu in the cockpit. Airlock doors shut tightly behind her as she settled into the seat beside the helmsman. Sulu was now sweating as heavily as if he were floating outside in the volcanic flow. Uhura spared a final thought for the science officer rather than for what he was about to do, and then, taking a deep breath, she initiated the drop.
* * *
Safely encased in the exosuit, Spock was able to swallow once before the doors parted beneath his feet, sending him on a controlled plunge into the intense heat, towering flames, and swirling mix of gases below. Behind him, the shuttle bay doors immediately slammed shut. The cool transparency of the atmosphere inside the shuttle was replaced by angry yellows and reds as he embarked on a highspeed descent into hell.
Explosive emissions of dark gases, corrosive as well as poisonous, made visual monitoring of his immediate surrounds difficult but not impossible. The heat rendered standard infrared worse than useless. Only focused life-form imaging made it possible for those on board the shuttle to track the science officer’s descent, and that only intermittently, what with the continual eruptions of large masses of hot magmatic material. One such discharge the size of a small personal vehicle barely missed Spock as he dropped. The shockwave from its passing rocked him, sending him spinning on the descent cable until he could correct for the atmospheric distortion and steady himself once more. He imagined himself a spider on a silken thread, hunting for the one stable perch above a vat of boiling oil.
Picked out by the shuttle’s hasty surface scan, the landing site was right where it was supposed to be. Its spear of metamorphic stability thrust comfortingly above the lava that geysered around it. Though recognition of it was gratifying, securing the visual did not make touching down on it any easier. All around him, huge jets of molten rock the color of the sun fountained upward, threatening to collapse atop his precarious perch and drown him. Air currents rippling with heat made it difficult to maintain position, and despite the best efforts of Sulu and the shuttle’s optimizing stability system, perfect immobility was impossible to achieve in the hissing throat of the volcano. The overwhelmed helmsman finally had to admit as much. His voice filled the increasingly warm interior of the exosuit’s helmet.
I can’t hold us here! Activity is becoming more violent, and the stabilizers’ algorithms aren’t designed to cope with this combination of heat and atmospheric distortion. Spock, we have to pull you back up!
The Vulcan proffered a reply that was as characteristic as it was in startling contrast to his present surroundings. Negative, Mr. Sulu. This will be our only chance to save this entire species. If this volcano erupts, this planet dies. I would be remiss in my duties as a science officer were I to terminate this mission now.
Then the cable, stressed by heat and circumstances with which it had never been designed to cope, snapped.
It was not a long fall, but the landing was hard enough. Spock winced as contact was made with the unyielding rocky surface. Jolted from his grasp, the case and its precious contents tumbled toward the molten rock that surrounded the solid stone on which he had landed. As he rolled and struggled to stabilize his position, he fumbled for the Rankine nullifier. Ignoring the pain in his back and ribs, he scrambled to recover it before it was lost to the seething lava. High overhead, the lower length of the broken cable had vanished into the roiling, toxic haze.
* * *
To a stunned Uhura, the unprogrammed rapidity of the cable’s ascent could mean only one thing. The line . . . there’s no weight on it.
Though equally distressed, Sulu had no time to comfort her. As individual components shut down or went offline, the shuttle’s performance was being swiftly degraded. Frantically bypassing damaged elements and engaging emergency backups, he was fully occupied in striving to keep them from following the science officer into the volcano’s blistering, molten depths.
Rocked by a tremendous blast of superheated air, the shuttle was blown upward several dozen meters before Sulu could regain control. Despite the danger of being knocked to the deck or thrown against the roof, Uhura began to unfasten her seat’s safety harness.
We have to get him back. There’s another specialty exosuit in the cargo bay. I can suit up, go down, and pick him up.
With no time to spare for discussion, a grim-faced Sulu kept his attention focused on the controls. Too many readouts had turned a monotonously lethal red, too many more were shifting threateningly from green to yellow. In his left ear, a nearly invisible transmitter relayed a streaming updated info dump, none of it reassuring. Their situation was bad and growing worse.
"Given the ongoing degradation of the shuttle’s functions, at this point I’ll be lucky if I can get us back to the ship."
Her voice cracked; her eyes pleaded. We can’t just leave him!
Sulu outranked her. At that moment, he wished he didn’t. Wishing, however, had no place in the chain of command. We don’t have a choice! We barely have maneuverability, we’ve been in here too long, and if we stay a moment longer, I can’t guarantee that we’ll go anywhere but down.
No time, no time. Uncertain even if he could still hear her, Uhura addressed the console pickup. "Spock, we’re going to try and get back to the Enterprise."
Their discussion was rendered moot as, at that moment, a sizable chunk of solidifying, red-hot basalt slammed into the underside of the shuttle, sending it spinning wildly upward. Alarms screamed. Fighting to retain control, Sulu entered a navigation sequence, hoping that the shuttle retained enough aerodynamic functionality to comply. If he spent any more time at the manual controls, he wouldn’t be ready when the time came to abandon the sturdy but beleaguered craft. Unsealing his flight suit revealed thinner material beneath. It gleamed silver in the uneven glare, incredibly lightweight yet impermeable, simultaneously smooth and scaled while possessed of operational characteristics that had nothing to do with the daily needs of a Starfleet officer. To his right, a visibly shaken Uhura was reluctantly shedding her outer attire to expose a similar undergarment that flashed crimson in the increasingly uneven light inside the shuttle. For the last time, the helmsman addressed the comm pickup.
"Captain, we’re pulling out while we still can. Even so, I don’t know if we’ll be able to make it back to the designated drop location for the ship. I’m ditching the shuttle. You’ve got to make it to the Enterprise on your own."
Wonderful,
came the response from the open comm. There might have been additional commentary, Sulu reflected, but if so, it was lost in a wash of interference. Like every other system on the shuttle, its communications were failing. Knowing the captain as well as he did by now, the helmsman wasn’t sure he needed to hear any additional opinions Kirk might have had on the subject of his transport’s failure anyway. He could just as easily imagine them.
Despite the damage it had suffered, the shuttle succeeded in exiting the volcano. Though the autopilot managed to put it on course, the rest of the crippled craft was rapidly failing system by system. It was evident to both officers that they weren’t going to make it all the way back—though a dazed Uhura wasn’t sure she cared if they did or not. Conditioning, not determination, forced her through the necessary motions.
As despair and indifference threatened to overwhelm Uhura’s training, Sulu could see the danger. Uhura—ready to swim?
Struggling to keep her balance inside the increasingly unstable shuttle, she nodded tersely. I know you did everything you could. I’m ready.
Her voice strengthened, her professionalism carrying her forward despite what she was feeling inside.
Her thoughts, not to mention her emotions, were elsewhere. If necessary, Sulu resolved to push her out should they have to go down. They’d already been forced to leave Spock behind.
He was damned if he was going to leave Uhura as well.
* * *
Kirk was about done. Though fresher than the captain, so was McCoy. The majority of the doctor’s limited athletic capability lay in his hands. From the start of their flight, his legs had protested at the unnatural demands being placed on them. As a physician, he was intimately familiar with the physiological indicators of looming physical failure, and he heartily disliked having to apply them to himself. If only Kirk hadn’t impetuously stunned the domesticated animal McCoy had obtained for them to ride. If only a lot of things, the increasingly exhausted doctor mused. Not that he was surprised. Saddened, was more like it. The entire operation had struck him as a fool’s errand from the moment it had first been proposed. Present circumstances had, regrettably, only confirmed that initial opinion.
Nor did their current circumstances suggest that things were going to get any better, he told himself as he shouted at Kirk.
Jim—Jim, the beach is that way!
Something sharp and potentially lethal whizzed past the captain’s head. A glance back showed that the mob of Nibirans was continuing to close the gap. At the two officers’ present rate of retreat, it was only a matter of moments before the next flung knife, or spear, or simple rounded stone brought him and the captain to the ground.
Kirk might be brave, even at times recklessly so, but he was not blind to the reality of their limitations. Besides, they had accomplished his intent—drawing the natives away from the dangerous proximity to the temple. Barely slowing to a stop, Kirk proceeded to drape the parchment over a nearby tree branch. As he released it, the scroll unfurled all the way to the ground, revealing a host of markings and symbols that must have taken some Nibiran scribe untold hours of labor to render so precisely and clearly.
Jim!
McCoy was nearly out of breath. This is neither the time nor the place to make a dramatic presentation!
A glance showed that the bellowing Nibirans were nearly on top of them. Besides which, I don’t think your intended audience is in the mood to listen to anything you have to say!
Kirk yelled without looking back at him. Doesn’t matter—we’re not going to the beach!
No.
Realizing the import of Kirk’s words, McCoy’s eyes widened. No no no!
Whatever the inscribed contents of the scroll, it caused the Nibirans to break off their furious pursuit of the sacrilegious strangers. Spying the cherished document dangling from the branch, they immediately came to a halt and dropped to their knees before it in profound supplication. With hands extended in front of them, they commenced a steady, reverent chanting: eyes closed, heads bobbing. The scripture of the gods had been recovered, and they were giving thanks.
A number of them, however, had more than passive veneration on their minds. For them, there remained the small matter of revenge. To the group of warrior/defenders who continued the