Star Trek: The Next Generation: A Fury Scorned: The Next Generation: A Fury Scorned - Softcover

Sargent, Pamela; Zebrowski, George

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1451641699 ISBN 13: 9781451641691

Publisher: Gallery Books, 2011

Synopsis

With their sun about to go nova, the people of Epictetus III face annihilation. Although the U.S.S. Enterprise™ has come to lead the rescue operation, there is no way to evacuate a population of over twenty million, leaving Captain Picard to make an agonizing decision. Should he try to salvage the planet's children, its greatest leaders and thinkers, or its irreplaceable archeological treasures? No matter what he decides, millions must be sacrificed -- unless another solution can be found.

With time running out, Data proposes a revolutionary scientific experiment that could save all of Epictetus III, or doom both the planet and the Enterprise as well.

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Pamela Sargent and George Zebrowski have been watching Star Trek ever since the 1960s, when they were students at the State University of New York at Binghamton. Pamela Sargent sold her first published story during her senior year in college, and has been a writer ever since. She has won a Nebula Award, a Locus Award, and been a finalist for the Hugo Award; her work has been translated into eleven languages. Her novels include The Sudden Star, Watchstar, The Golden Space, and The Alien Upstairs. Her novel Venus of Dreams was listed as one of the one hundred best science-fiction novels by Library Journal. Earthseed, her first novel for young adults, was chosen as a 1983 Best Book by the American Library Association, and has recently been optioned for motion pictures. Her other acclaimed science-fiction novels include The Shore of Women and Venus of Shadows; The Washington Post Book World has called her "one of the genre's best writers" Sargent's most recent novel is Ruler of the Sky, a historical novel about Genghis Khan. Gary Jennings, bestselling author of the historical novel Aztec, said about Ruler of the Sky: "This formidably researched and exquisitely written novel is surely destined to be known hereafter as the definitive history of the life and times. and conquests of Genghis, mightiest of Khans" Elizabeth Marshall Thomas, author of Reindeer Moon and The Hidden Life of Dogs, commented: "The book is fascinating from cover to cover and does admirable justice to a man who might very well be called history's single most important and compelling character" Sargent is also the editor of Women of Wonder: The Classic Years and Women of Wonder: The Contemporary Years, two anthologies of science fiction by women. George Zebrowski's twenty-six books include novels, short-fiction collections, anthologies, and a forthcoming book of essays.

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A FURY SCORNEDChapter One

As he waited in his ready room, Captain Jean-Luc Picard wondered exactly what Starfleet wanted from him. The Federation Council had given no orders to Starfleet Command and seemed uncertain of what to do; he suspected that the Council was waiting for its advisors to come up with a plan of action. In the meantime, he was faced with a dilemma that was probably unsolvable and very likely to end in tragedy.

No, he told himself. Tragedy was not an outcome to dwell on; he would do whatever it took to prevent it. But what could mere mortals, even a highly trained starship crew, do about a nova that threatened a world of twenty million people? How could the Enterprise help when only days remained before Epictetus III was swallowed by its sun?

The Federation Council clearly wanted to do something helpful and compassionate, if possible, during the short time remaining to the people of Epictetus III. If indeed nothing could be done, the Federation could not leave the planet below to its doom without at least a show of concern and an effort to help. There had to be a presence, so that these Federation citizens would know that they were not to be simply abandoned and forgotten. He wondered how much comfort that would be to this proud and thriving colony world, and concluded that he was not seeing the entire problem. There had to be much more to it, and it would take all the skill and ingenuity present in his crew to find a solution -- or, at least, to make certain that there was none.

Picard touched the panel in front of him. "Captain's Log, Stardate 46300.6." He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "We have reached Epictetus Three and are awaiting Starfleet's further instructions. Our on-arrival conference with Admiral Barbieri will begin in five minutes." He had an impulse to add a few words about his hoped-for meeting with Samas Rychi, whose work he had long admired, but such a personal comment seemed inappropriate now.

Samas Rychi, one of Epictetus III's most eminent archaeologists, had been the first to uncover a site revealing the existence of a highly advanced ancient humanoid civilization on his world. His subsequent excavations, which had revealed a large number of sites containing hundreds of monumental and majestic structures, had shown that this early culture had abruptly disappeared. Had it collapsed suddenly, as had the Mayan civilization of Earth? Or had those people made contact with a far more advanced civilization and abandoned their home planet in the wake of a geological disaster, as some recently discovered etched metallic plates seemed to suggest? Rychi would never know, Picard thought. The sun that illuminated his world would destroy any evidence that these ancient people had ever existed.

Rychi, ironically, was also the archaeologist who had so recently found evidence of exactly how powerful the previous inhabitants of his world had been before their culture had vanished so abruptly. Their humanoid civilization might well have found a way out of this dilemma. Now Samas Rychi would be facing the death of his work, his adopted world, and very likely his own death as well.

There was one course of action for Picard to take, although it presented painful and perhaps even unethical choices. The Enterprise could save perhaps a few thousand people and a few of Epictetus III's most precious cultural artifacts. Had Starfleet Command and the Federation Council already concluded as much, that the situation was hopeless, and ordered him into a predicament in which he would be forced to do the absolute minimum because it was the only choice?

No, Picard told himself. It was not like the Council or Starfleet to be so vague, so -- uncertain. They expected more from the Enterprise than a token act. Somewhere, in all the information that was now being examined by the Council, his own science officers, and his crew, there might be the pieces of a solution, just waiting to be assembled. Solutions were often like that, needing no new discoveries, only existing knowledge put together in a new way, under the stimulus of an overwhelming danger.

But as he rose to go out on the bridge, determined to do everything he could, a feeling deep within him told him that he might have to face the conclusion that there was no good solution to the problem of saving the people of Epictetus III because there was not enough time left to help them. The Enterprise had used up much of that time in getting here, and now the planet's expected lifetime could be measured in days. He hoped that the scheduled conference with Admiral Barbieri would not be an exercise in futility, and that the presence of the Enterprise in this system would not raise false hopes that might only be dashed in the end.

As the crew on the bridge listened again to Admiral Barbieri's recitation of the grim facts about the coming nova, Lieutenant Commander Data considered the problem presented by the unstable star. This was not a star of the classic eruptive novae. It was certainly not a candidate for a supernova. It was simply not massive enough for either of these states. This was a sun like that of Earth, except that it had been affected in some way to bring on this sudden instability. The star presented an extremely perplexing problem, but his mind was already searching for explanations, and a solution.

The Federation Council was tacitly treating the rescue of Epictetus III's population as an impossible task. Data admitted to himself that there might be no way to solve this particular problem, that twenty million people might suffer a scorching death. It was only a matter of days, perhaps a week, before the great death took place. And, as he considered the facts that Admiral Barbieri was repeating, it became even more clear that no earlier warning had been possible.

He reminded himself that the Enterprise was also at risk. The unstable sun might bloom into a nova with almost no warning, and any malfunction delaying the Enterprise's departure could conceivably doom the starship. It was not likely to happen, but the risk could not be ignored.

". . . and it now appears," Admiral Barbieri was saying, "that the attractions of this system were too good to be true. Thanks to Samas Rychi, we now know that the star of Epictetus was stable because of a previously undetected device left within its subspace core by the ancient humanoid civilization that once lived on the planet. Professor Rychi recently discovered a site that is apparently a station linked to the sun's stabilizing device, along with some visual depictions that seem to give a picture of the device and how it was placed. Now we're convinced that this highly advanced technology must be failing, because the sun's emissions suggest all the classic signs of instability."

The admiral paused, reached toward a panel in front of him, then turned his great weight in the zero-g environment that had been his home for the last thirty years, and from which he routinely communicated with the Federation Council. It was unusual for a human being to be so massive in size, but the admiral reportedly had both a rare chaotic metabolic disorder and a great love of food. He was a remarkable man, Data thought, recalling what he had read about Pietro Barbieri in the records: the admiral had earned a degree in astrophysics at fifteen, had been one of Starfleet Academy's most brilliant students after that, and had spent twenty years as a starship captain, when his incurable metabolic ailment and increasing corpulence had made a life aboard ship as an active officer impossible. From what Data knew about Admiral Barbieri, he spent almost all of his time thinking, but clearly the admiral had not had much time to think about this nova.

"The Enterprise," Barbieri continued, "was the only vessel close enough to get to Epic Three within a week. There's no chance of routing additional Starfleet vessels to you in time to help out." An uneasy look passed across his round face, as if he were feeling the emotion called shame. Perhaps he was ashamed, given that he had so little advice to offer. Starfleet and the Council depended upon the admiral as they would a natural resource. If a problem seemed intractable, it was said, ask Pietro Barbieri. He was capable of vast intuitive leaps -- many of them illogical, of course, but always interesting as hypothetical proposals that were often justified much later. It was said that Barbieri prided himself on being able to help guide Federation Council decisions with his intuition and intellect alone, although Data suspected that this widespread assumption was inaccurate. The admiral was, after all, only one individual. Many others also advised the Council, and perhaps the admiral had simply accumulated credit for the results of larger brainstorming efforts.

"But now that we're here," Picard asked from behind Data, "exactly what can we do?" Data glanced back for a moment to see the captain lean forward slightly in his station chair. "It's impossible to move twenty million people in so short a period. We couldn't even begin to set up our transporters to beam up and temporarily store that many people in a week's time. Even if we had the time, no one has ever tried such a procedure on that large a scale. The error rate would be enormous."

Data knew that this was so, and that only lip service would be devoted to this illusory possibility. Glancing aft, he could see Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge, who was sitting at his engineering station, nodding in agreement with Lieutenant Miles O'Brien, the transporter chief, who was at mission operations. Interesting as it was to speculate about such a transporter feat, it was far beyond what could be done reliably within a week. To place that many people safely in the transporter's pattern buffer, assuming that the extensive modifications to make that possible could be made quickly, would require that a beam operate day and night for months. Quantum errors would make a substantial loss of the human data in...

About this edition

• Publisher: Gallery Books
• Publication date: 2011
• ISBN 10: 1451641699
• ISBN 13: 9781451641691
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 288