Star Trek: Infection
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Subject: INFECTION -- Part 0 (Introduction)
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Date: 3 May 91 19:16:14 GMT
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Donald Burr Newsgroup: alt.startrek.creative
3/12/91
INTRO TO THE USENET POSTING
This is the start of an idea for a ST:TNG story that has been kicking around in
my head for awhile. I am by no means a professional writer, IUm not even
an English major, so donUt expect this to be of expert calibre. Also, I donUt
know what is RcanonS and what isnUt RcanonS, and I have no material to work
from (i.e. no tech manuals, no writerUs guides, nothing). Please keep these
facts in mind as you read this.
For your information, this story was inspired by the ST:TNG episode
"Conspiracy". I always wanted to know what happened to those creatures from
Conspiracy, whether they would attempt to take over the Federation again,
and I finally decided to write a story about it.
I do welcome your comments and suggestions for this story. I donUt mean
something like RGee, this is greatS, or RThis is terrible.S Please be specific as
to what is RgreatS or RterribleS about it, what I can do to fix it, etc. Mention
stuff that you liked about it, stuff you might like to see added or changed, or
whatnot.
Please email all replies to my address here -- dburr@ocf.Berkeley.EDU
Enjoy!
===============================================================================
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INTERNET: dburr@ocf.Berkeley.EDU |_Compu$erve:_72540,3071_____________
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From: dburr@ocf.berkeley.edu (Captain_Picard)
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Subject: INFECTION -- Part 1
Message-ID: <1991May3.191820.6718@agate.berkeley.edu>
Date: 3 May 91 19:18:20 GMT
Sender: root@agate.berkeley.edu (Charlie Root)
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STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
RINFECTIONS
A Story by Donald Burr
CaptainUs Log, Stardate 42085.6:
The Enterprise is currently engaged in mapping the recently-
discovered Myserian star system. This relatively simple operation, in light
of our recent string of difficult assignments, is a godsend, and is allowing
the crew to partake of the EnterpriseUs recreational facilities, for a well-
deserved rest and relaxation period.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard sighed, handing the log pad to the waiting
ensign. His tension was clearly evident in the unusual tightness of his facial
features, especially his mouth. While the Captain rarely smiled during
normal times, the absence of even a half-smile given for a job well done was
too unusual for even the casual observer to miss. Perhaps I do need some
rest and relaxation myself, thought the Captain to himself.
As if on cue, a familiar voice broke through the comlink. RCrusher to
Picard,S called the EnterpriseUs chief medical officer, Dr. Beverly Crusher.
Picard slapped his communicator badge. RGo ahead Doctor.S
RSir, to be blunt, half of the crew is taking some form of rest-and-
relaxation, and I believe you should too, considering the recent string of
difficult missions.S
Picard sighed. He did not want to become involved in another battle
with his shipUs CMO over the necessity of rest breaks, especially not in front
of the rest of the crew. RVery well, Doctor, I will spend some time in the
holodeck. Later.S
RNo, Jean-Luc, now. And I donUt mean just holodeck time. I mean,
take the next few duty shifts off. Spend some time in your quarters. Read a
book. Get some sleep.S The fact that Beverly Crusher addressed him by his
first name was proof enough that she thought it was important.
RVery well, Doctor.S Picard closed the channel. RNumber One, you
have the bridge,S he said, to Commander William Riker, who smiled his usual
good-natured smile as the Captain strolled off the bridge.
RHolodeck one.S The turbolift responded instantly to PicardUs request,
and soon he found himself on the holodeck.
Picard stood in front of the holodeck controls, and a smile spread
across his face as he entered the parameters of the simulation. ItUs been a
long time since you last donned your hat and trench coat, he said to himself,
as he programmed the holodeck for one of his favorite fictional characters,
that of Dixon Hill.
After entering his program, Picard could do nothing but stand and
wait as the computer constructed a random adventure involving the
characters in the Dixon Hill detective novels. This didnUt take very much
time; the EnterpriseUs computer was a state-of-the-art conglomeration of
neural nets, artificial intelligence, and high-speed processors.
RProgram complete. You may enter.S With those words, Captain
Picard stepped through the double doors of the Holodeck... and into another
world.
He found himself in a dingy hallway, both sides lined with doors. The
door directly in front of him had bold black lettering on its glass window:
RDIXON HILL.S He walked inside.
A young woman was inside, sitting at a desk, operating a typewriter.
She looked up as Picard entered, smiled, then frowned. RHiya Dix,S she said,
a puzzled note in her voice.
RUmm, hello,S replied Picard. A few moments of silence passed, while
the woman stared strangely at Picard. Picard thought about it, and suddenly
realized two things: that he forgot to change into the proper attire, and forgot
to assume the proper accent.
Luckily, the holodeck had furnished the attire: on a clothes rack
nearby, was a trench coat and hat. Picard quickly put them on. The woman
smiled. RThatUs better. You looked like you just came in from trick or
treating or something.S
RTTrick or treatingU? ... Uhh, never mind,S replied Picard. He coughed,
and assumed an American accent. RAny ... uhh .. messages for me?S
RNope,S was all the secretary replied. Picard stepped into the inner
office, closing the door behind him.
He sat at his desk, and propped his feet up on it. Sighing, he sat back,
listening to the sounds of the Big City wafting in through the window.
Spying a newspaper sitting on his desk, he picked it up, flipped it open, and
began reading.
*****
First Officer William Riker frowned. He didnUt like the looks of the
latest dispatch from Starfleet Command. His usually keen instinct was
virtually screaming at him. ThereUs something very wrong about this, it
screamed at him. His usually-correct instinct was a very hard thing to
ignore.
Sensing his thoughts, Counselor Deanna Troi turned around in her seat
to face Riker, concern for her fellow shipmate and friend etched on her
beautiful Betazoid features. She laid a reassuring hand on RikerUs. RYouUre
worried, arenUt you?S she said.
RI dunno. Something about this has me bugged. Maybe I better talk
to the captain.S
RIt would be best to leave it for later. Remember, the captain is
enjoying a rest leave, as per doctorUs orders,S Troi replied.
RYouUre right. IUll talk to him about it during the next duty shift.S
Riker turned back toward the data pad that Worf had given him, and
keyed it to redisplay the computer transmission. He reread it, his scowl
deepening.
TO: USS ENTERPRISE, NCC-1701-D, GALAXY CLASS
FROM: STARFLEET OPERATIONS, EARTH
STARDATE: 42084.1
SUBJECT: NEW ORDERS
EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY, YOU ARE TO PROCEED TO SECTOR 485, GAMMA HYDRA SYSTEM,
TO INVESTIGATE LOSS OF CONTACT FROM FEDERATION COLONY RECENTLY ESTABLISHED
ON GAMMA HYDRA V, AND TAKE WHATEVER ACTION IS NECESSARY TO (A) REESTABLISH
CONTACT WITH COLONY, OR IN THE EVENT OF FAILURE OF (A), (B) IDENTIFY AND
LOCATE SOURCE(S) OF COLONYUS DISAPPEARANCE
SORRY, GENTLEMEN, YOURE ON YOUR OWN ON THIS ONE. NO BACKUPS AVAILABLE.
GOOD LUCK
*** MESSAGE ENDS ***
*****
When Captain Jean-Luc Picard next walked onto the bridge, he noticed
a slight change of demeanor among his officers, most notably Riker.
SomethingUs happened, his mind told him. Perhaps new orders, or new
hostilities around the Romulan Neutral Zone. In any case, he was certain the
Enterprise could handle it. The ship and her crew had proven themselves in
the past, where others have failed.
RMay I have a word with you, Sir? In private?S RikerUs words broke
PicardUs reverie, and returned him to the world of the present. ROf course,
Number One. In my ready room. Mr. Data, you have the bridge.S
RAye sir,S the pale-skinned android replied, and rose from his position
at Ops. An ensign crossed down from the upper bridge, and took his place,
while Data assumed the captainUs chair. Riker and Picard stepped into the
ready room, the doors closing silently behind them.
RTea. Earl Grey. Hot.S With these words, the food dispenser in the
CaptainUs ready room produced a steaming cup of PicardUs favorite tea.
Picking it up, Picard sat behind his desk, while Riker took a position on one
of the chairs facing it.
RTell me, Number One. WhatUs on your mind?S asked the Captain. He
had learned that, if Will Riker requested a talk with him, Will Riker meant it,
and would get down to the point quickly. Rather than push him, Picard
opted to let Riker go at his own pace.
RSir, while you were on rest period, we received new orders.S With
this, Riker presented Picard with the data pad. Picard scrolled through the
message a few times, his scowl deepening. After a while, he responded, RI
see what you mean, Number One. There is something rather -- disturbing --
about this.S
Riker hopefully put in, RThis might help. I have the distinct feeling
that something like this has happened before -- not too long ago -- around
that sector...S
Picard knew exactly who to ask for such information. Tapping his
combadge, he ordered, RMr. Data to my ready room.S Within a matter of
seconds, the android walked through the doors. RYes, Captain?S he queried.
RThese are the new orders for the Enterprise. I want you to find out if
anything like this has happened in the past, near the Gamma Hydra system.
I will call a staff meeting in one hour; please present your findings at that
time.S
RI will begin immediately, Sir,S replied Data, taking the pad from
Picard and exiting the ready room.
RWell, Number One, an answer is but an hour away.S
===============================================================================
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek,alt.startrek.creative
Subject: INFECTION -- Part 0 (Introduction)
Message-ID: <1991May3.191614.6417@agate.berkeley.edu>
Date: 3 May 91 19:16:14 GMT
Sender: root@agate.berkeley.edu (Charlie Root)
Organization: Starfleet Command, USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-D
Lines: 33
Donald Burr Newsgroup: alt.startrek.creative
3/12/91
INTRO TO THE USENET POSTING
This is the start of an idea for a ST:TNG story that has been kicking around in
my head for awhile. I am by no means a professional writer, IUm not even
an English major, so donUt expect this to be of expert calibre. Also, I donUt
know what is RcanonS and what isnUt RcanonS, and I have no material to work
from (i.e. no tech manuals, no writerUs guides, nothing). Please keep these
facts in mind as you read this.
For your information, this story was inspired by the ST:TNG episode
"Conspiracy". I always wanted to know what happened to those creatures from
Conspiracy, whether they would attempt to take over the Federation again,
and I finally decided to write a story about it.
I do welcome your comments and suggestions for this story. I donUt mean
something like RGee, this is greatS, or RThis is terrible.S Please be specific as
to what is RgreatS or RterribleS about it, what I can do to fix it, etc. Mention
stuff that you liked about it, stuff you might like to see added or changed, or
whatnot.
Please email all replies to my address here -- dburr@ocf.Berkeley.EDU
Enjoy!
===============================================================================
Donald Burr, Univ. of California,Berkeley | America Online: DonaldBurr
INTERNET: dburr@ocf.Berkeley.EDU |_Compu$erve:_72540,3071_____________
or: 72540.3071@compuserve.COM | "Send flames to /dev/null."
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From: dburr@ocf.berkeley.edu (Captain_Picard)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek,alt.startrek.creative
Subject: INFECTION -- Part 1
Message-ID: <1991May3.191820.6718@agate.berkeley.edu>
Date: 3 May 91 19:18:20 GMT
Sender: root@agate.berkeley.edu (Charlie Root)
Organization: Starfleet Command, USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-D
Lines: 189
STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
RINFECTIONS
A Story by Donald Burr
CaptainUs Log, Stardate 42085.6:
The Enterprise is currently engaged in mapping the recently-
discovered Myserian star system. This relatively simple operation, in light
of our recent string of difficult assignments, is a godsend, and is allowing
the crew to partake of the EnterpriseUs recreational facilities, for a well-
deserved rest and relaxation period.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard sighed, handing the log pad to the waiting
ensign. His tension was clearly evident in the unusual tightness of his facial
features, especially his mouth. While the Captain rarely smiled during
normal times, the absence of even a half-smile given for a job well done was
too unusual for even the casual observer to miss. Perhaps I do need some
rest and relaxation myself, thought the Captain to himself.
As if on cue, a familiar voice broke through the comlink. RCrusher to
Picard,S called the EnterpriseUs chief medical officer, Dr. Beverly Crusher.
Picard slapped his communicator badge. RGo ahead Doctor.S
RSir, to be blunt, half of the crew is taking some form of rest-and-
relaxation, and I believe you should too, considering the recent string of
difficult missions.S
Picard sighed. He did not want to become involved in another battle
with his shipUs CMO over the necessity of rest breaks, especially not in front
of the rest of the crew. RVery well, Doctor, I will spend some time in the
holodeck. Later.S
RNo, Jean-Luc, now. And I donUt mean just holodeck time. I mean,
take the next few duty shifts off. Spend some time in your quarters. Read a
book. Get some sleep.S The fact that Beverly Crusher addressed him by his
first name was proof enough that she thought it was important.
RVery well, Doctor.S Picard closed the channel. RNumber One, you
have the bridge,S he said, to Commander William Riker, who smiled his usual
good-natured smile as the Captain strolled off the bridge.
RHolodeck one.S The turbolift responded instantly to PicardUs request,
and soon he found himself on the holodeck.
Picard stood in front of the holodeck controls, and a smile spread
across his face as he entered the parameters of the simulation. ItUs been a
long time since you last donned your hat and trench coat, he said to himself,
as he programmed the holodeck for one of his favorite fictional characters,
that of Dixon Hill.
After entering his program, Picard could do nothing but stand and
wait as the computer constructed a random adventure involving the
characters in the Dixon Hill detective novels. This didnUt take very much
time; the EnterpriseUs computer was a state-of-the-art conglomeration of
neural nets, artificial intelligence, and high-speed processors.
RProgram complete. You may enter.S With those words, Captain
Picard stepped through the double doors of the Holodeck... and into another
world.
He found himself in a dingy hallway, both sides lined with doors. The
door directly in front of him had bold black lettering on its glass window:
RDIXON HILL.S He walked inside.
A young woman was inside, sitting at a desk, operating a typewriter.
She looked up as Picard entered, smiled, then frowned. RHiya Dix,S she said,
a puzzled note in her voice.
RUmm, hello,S replied Picard. A few moments of silence passed, while
the woman stared strangely at Picard. Picard thought about it, and suddenly
realized two things: that he forgot to change into the proper attire, and forgot
to assume the proper accent.
Luckily, the holodeck had furnished the attire: on a clothes rack
nearby, was a trench coat and hat. Picard quickly put them on. The woman
smiled. RThatUs better. You looked like you just came in from trick or
treating or something.S
RTTrick or treatingU? ... Uhh, never mind,S replied Picard. He coughed,
and assumed an American accent. RAny ... uhh .. messages for me?S
RNope,S was all the secretary replied. Picard stepped into the inner
office, closing the door behind him.
He sat at his desk, and propped his feet up on it. Sighing, he sat back,
listening to the sounds of the Big City wafting in through the window.
Spying a newspaper sitting on his desk, he picked it up, flipped it open, and
began reading.
*****
First Officer William Riker frowned. He didnUt like the looks of the
latest dispatch from Starfleet Command. His usually keen instinct was
virtually screaming at him. ThereUs something very wrong about this, it
screamed at him. His usually-correct instinct was a very hard thing to
ignore.
Sensing his thoughts, Counselor Deanna Troi turned around in her seat
to face Riker, concern for her fellow shipmate and friend etched on her
beautiful Betazoid features. She laid a reassuring hand on RikerUs. RYouUre
worried, arenUt you?S she said.
RI dunno. Something about this has me bugged. Maybe I better talk
to the captain.S
RIt would be best to leave it for later. Remember, the captain is
enjoying a rest leave, as per doctorUs orders,S Troi replied.
RYouUre right. IUll talk to him about it during the next duty shift.S
Riker turned back toward the data pad that Worf had given him, and
keyed it to redisplay the computer transmission. He reread it, his scowl
deepening.
TO: USS ENTERPRISE, NCC-1701-D, GALAXY CLASS
FROM: STARFLEET OPERATIONS, EARTH
STARDATE: 42084.1
SUBJECT: NEW ORDERS
EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY, YOU ARE TO PROCEED TO SECTOR 485, GAMMA HYDRA SYSTEM,
TO INVESTIGATE LOSS OF CONTACT FROM FEDERATION COLONY RECENTLY ESTABLISHED
ON GAMMA HYDRA V, AND TAKE WHATEVER ACTION IS NECESSARY TO (A) REESTABLISH
CONTACT WITH COLONY, OR IN THE EVENT OF FAILURE OF (A), (B) IDENTIFY AND
LOCATE SOURCE(S) OF COLONYUS DISAPPEARANCE
SORRY, GENTLEMEN, YOURE ON YOUR OWN ON THIS ONE. NO BACKUPS AVAILABLE.
GOOD LUCK
*** MESSAGE ENDS ***
*****
When Captain Jean-Luc Picard next walked onto the bridge, he noticed
a slight change of demeanor among his officers, most notably Riker.
SomethingUs happened, his mind told him. Perhaps new orders, or new
hostilities around the Romulan Neutral Zone. In any case, he was certain the
Enterprise could handle it. The ship and her crew had proven themselves in
the past, where others have failed.
RMay I have a word with you, Sir? In private?S RikerUs words broke
PicardUs reverie, and returned him to the world of the present. ROf course,
Number One. In my ready room. Mr. Data, you have the bridge.S
RAye sir,S the pale-skinned android replied, and rose from his position
at Ops. An ensign crossed down from the upper bridge, and took his place,
while Data assumed the captainUs chair. Riker and Picard stepped into the
ready room, the doors closing silently behind them.
RTea. Earl Grey. Hot.S With these words, the food dispenser in the
CaptainUs ready room produced a steaming cup of PicardUs favorite tea.
Picking it up, Picard sat behind his desk, while Riker took a position on one
of the chairs facing it.
RTell me, Number One. WhatUs on your mind?S asked the Captain. He
had learned that, if Will Riker requested a talk with him, Will Riker meant it,
and would get down to the point quickly. Rather than push him, Picard
opted to let Riker go at his own pace.
RSir, while you were on rest period, we received new orders.S With
this, Riker presented Picard with the data pad. Picard scrolled through the
message a few times, his scowl deepening. After a while, he responded, RI
see what you mean, Number One. There is something rather -- disturbing --
about this.S
Riker hopefully put in, RThis might help. I have the distinct feeling
that something like this has happened before -- not too long ago -- around
that sector...S
Picard knew exactly who to ask for such information. Tapping his
combadge, he ordered, RMr. Data to my ready room.S Within a matter of
seconds, the android walked through the doors. RYes, Captain?S he queried.
RThese are the new orders for the Enterprise. I want you to find out if
anything like this has happened in the past, near the Gamma Hydra system.
I will call a staff meeting in one hour; please present your findings at that
time.S
RI will begin immediately, Sir,S replied Data, taking the pad from
Picard and exiting the ready room.
RWell, Number One, an answer is but an hour away.S
===============================================================================
Donald Burr, Univ. of California,Berkeley | America Online: DonaldBurr
INTERNET: dburr@ocf.Berkeley.EDU |_Compu$erve:_72540,3071_____________
or: 72540.3071@compuserve.COM | "Send flames to /dev/null."
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