Star Trek: Signature Edition: Pantheon by Michael Jan Friedman (English) Paperba

Description: Star Trek: Signature Edition: Pantheon by Michael Jan Friedman With tie-ins to "Star Trek" conventions, "Pantheon" is an action-packed sci-fi thriller receiving heavy advertising in "Analog" and "Asimovs Science Fiction" magazines. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The Star Trek: Signature Edition series continues with this thrilling adventure featuring Commander Spock, Captain Kirk, and the U.S.S. Enterprise. From Earth to the edge of our galaxy and beyond, from the early days of warp flight to the latter half of the twenty-fourth century, humankind and its alien partners in the Federation have looked to their heroes to expand the limits of their knowledge. And as each generations pantheon of heroes has passed on into legend, a new generation has risen to take its place. So it was with the crew of the S.S. Valiant, the first Earth vessel to cross the galactic barrier. So it was with the crew of the Starship Stargazer and her fledgling commander, Captain Jean-Luc Picard. And so it was with the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-D, the flagship of Starfleet, which Picard commanded with wisdom and temperate maturity. Over the years, Fate has woven the voyages of these three vessels into a vivid skein of treachery and sacrifice, hardship and determination, tragedy and courage—each step of the way demonstrating the immeasurable worth of the flawed but farseeing heroes who commanded them. Author Biography Michael Jan Friedman is the author of nearly sixty books of fiction and nonfiction, more than half of which bear the name Star Trek or some variation thereof. Ten of his titles have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list. He has also written for network and cable television, radio, and comic books, the Star Trek: Voyager® episode "Resistance" prominent among his credits. On those rare occasions when he visits the real world, Friedman lives on Long Island with his wife and two sons. Excerpt from Book Chapter One Carlos Tarasco of the S.S. Valiant stood in front of his captains chair and eyed the phenomenon pictured on his viewscreen. It was immense, he thought. No -- it was beyond immense. It stretched across space without boundaries or limits, a blazing vermillion abyss without beginning or end. "Amazing," said Gardenhire, his redheaded ops officer. Tarasco grunted. "You can say that again." Sommers, the curly-haired brunette who was sitting next to Gardenhire at the helm controls, cast a glance back at the captain. "You still want to go through it, sir?" "Do we have a choice?" Tarasco asked her. The helm officer recognized it as a rhetorical question and returned her attention to her monitors. With her slender fingers crawling across her control dials like an exotic variety of insect, she deployed additional power to the propulsion system. "Ready when you are, sir." Was he ready? The captain drew a deep breath. The phenomenon had puzzled him ever since it came up on the viewscreen earlier that day. Their optical scanners registered what looked like the universes biggest light show, but there was nothing there as far as their other instruments were concerned. Unfortunately, it wasnt merely a matter of scientific curiosity. Tarasco and his crew of eighty-eight had set out from Earth years earlier, aiming to chart a stretch of space from their home system to the farthest reaches of the Milky Way galaxy -- part of a sector that Terran astronomers had labeled the Alpha Quadrant. They had almost completed their assignment when they encountered an unexpectedly powerful magnetic storm. At first, it seemed that they might be able to outrun the thing. Then they found out otherwise. The storm caught them up and flung them light-years off course, well past what Tarascos cartography team reckoned was the outer edge of the galaxy. If not for the readings their scanners took along the way, they wouldnt even have known which way was home. But knowing the way was only half the battle. The storm had wrecked both their warp and nuclear impulse engines, forcing them to drift on emergency power until the crew could get them up and running. Finally, after weeks of languishing under the glare of alien stars, Tarasco and his people got underway again. They knew that their trip back to Earth had been lengthened by nearly eleven months, but no one griped. They were just glad to be heading home. And all had gone well from that point, the captain reflected. Until now, that is. He couldnt be sure if the phenomenon had been there when the storm threw them so precipitously in the other direction, or if it had sprung up since that time. Certainly, their computer hadnt made any record of it. One thing was for sure -- they werent going to get back to Earth without passing through the thing. Tarasco glanced at Sommers. "Lets do it." He could feel a subtle hum in the deck below his feet as the Valiant accelerated to the speed of light. The phenomenon loomed in front of them, a gargantuan, red maw opened wide to swallow them up. "Still no sign of it on sensors," said Hollandsworth, his tall, dark-skinned science officer. "Deflectors are registering something," reported Gardenhire. He turned to the captain. "A kind of pressure." "So were not just seeing things," Tarasco concluded. "I guess we can take some comfort in that." "Maintain heading?" asked Sommers. "Affirmative," said the captain. The closer they got, the more tumultuous the phenomenon appeared. The ruby light within it began to writhe and shimmer, giving birth to monstrous caverns and towering eruptions. It was beautiful in the way a stormy, windblown sea was beautiful. And like a stormy sea, it was frightening at the same time. "All available power to the shields," Tarasco ordered. "Aye, sir," said Gardenhire. Suddenly, the ship jerked hard to starboard. Caught by surprise, the captain had to grab hold of his chair back for support. He turned to his operations officer, a question on his face. "Were all right," Gardenhire reported dutifully. "Shields are holding fine, sir." Tarasco turned back to the viewscreen. They seemed to be entering a deep, red-veined chasm, pulsating with forces that baffled him as much as they did his scanning devices. Before he knew it, the phenomenon wasnt just in front of them, it was all around. He felt another jerk, even harder than the first. But a glance at Gardenhire told him that everything was still under control. Behind the captain, the lift doors whispered open. He looked back and saw that his first officer had joined them. Commander Rashad was a wiry man with a neatly trimmed beard and a sarcastic wit. "I hope Im not too late," Rashad said darkly. "Not at all," Tarasco told him. "The shows just starting." "Good," said his exec. "I hate to miss anything." The words had barely left his mouth when the lights on the bridge began to flicker. Everyone looked around, the captain included. "Whats happening?" he asked his ops officer. "Im not sure, sir," said Gardenhire, searching his control panel for a clue. "Somethings interfering with our electroplasma flow." Abruptly, the deck lurched beneath them, as if they were riding the crest of a gigantic wave. Hollandsworths console exploded in a shower of sparks, sending him flying backward out of his seat. Tarasco began to move to the science officers side. However, Rashad beat him to it. "Shields down forty-five percent!" Gardenhire announced. Another console exploded -- this time, an empty one. It contributed to the miasma of smoke collecting above them. And again, the ship bucked like an angry horse. "The helms not responding!" Sommers cried out. Rashad depressed the comm pad at the corner of Hollandsworths console. "Sickbay, this is Rashad. We need someone up here on the double. Lieutenant Hollandsworth has been -- " Before he could finish his sentence, the first officer seemed to light up from within, his body suffused with a smoldering, red glow. Then he fell to his knees beside the unconscious Hollandsworth. "Amir!" Tarasco bellowed. For a gut-wrenching moment, he thought Rashad had been seriously hurt. Then the man turned in response to the captains cry and signaled with his hand that he was all right. "Shields down eighty-six percent!" Gardenhire hollered. He turned to the captain, his eyes red from the smoke and full of dread. "Sir, we cant take much more of this!" As if to prove his point, the Valiant staggered sharply to port, throwing Tarasco into the side of his center seat. He glared at the viewscreen, hating the idea that his choices had narrowed to one. "All right!" he thundered over the din of hissing consoles and shuddering deckplates. "Get us out of here!" There was only one way the helm officer could accomplish that: retreat. Wrestling the ship hard to starboard, she aimed for a patch of open space. Under Sommerss expert hand, the Valiant climbed out of the scarlet abyss. At the last moment, the forces inside the phenomenon seemed to add to their momentum, spitting them out like a watermelon seed. Tarasco had never been so glad to see the stars in his life. Trying not to breathe in the black fumes from Hollandsworths console, he made his way to the science officer and dropped down beside him. Hollandsworths face and hands had been badly burned. He was making sounds of agony deep in his throat. "Is he going to make it?" asked Rashad, who was sitting back on his haunches. He looked a little pale for his experience. "I dont know," the captain told him. Before he could try to help, the lift doors parted and a couple of medics emerged. One was a petite woman named Coquillette, the other a muscular man named Rudolph. "Well take it from here, sir," said Coquillette. Tarasco backed off and let the medical personnel do their jobs. Then he did his. "Damage report!" he demanded of his ops officer. "Shields down, sir," Gardenhire told him ruefully. "Scanners, communications, lasers...all off-line." Beside him, Sommers pounded her fist on her console. "The main engines are shot. That last thrust burned out every last circuit." "Switch life support to emergency backup," said the captain. Without waiting for a response, he peered over Coquillettes shoulder to see how Hollandsworth was doing. The science officers eyes were open, but he was trembling with pain. "Easy now," Coquillette told Hollandsworth, and injected him with an anesthetic through the sleeve of his uniform. Tarasco heaved a sigh. Then he turned back to Rashad. "Poor guy," he said, referring to the science officer. But Rashad wasnt looking at the captain any longer. He was stretched out on his back, eyes staring at the ceiling, and Rudolph was trying to breathe air into his lungs. Rashad wasnt responding. He just lay there, limp, like a machine drained of all its power. Tarasco shook his head. "No..." Just moments earlier, his first officer had assured him he was all right. He had even asked the captain about Hollandsworth. Details ISBN0743485114 Author Michael Jan Friedman Short Title ST PANTHEON Language English ISBN-10 0743485114 ISBN-13 9780743485111 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2003 Residence Los Angeles, CA, US DOI 10.1604/9780743485111 UK Release Date 2003-09-01 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2003-09-01 NZ Release Date 2003-09-01 US Release Date 2003-09-01 Pages 352 Publisher Simon & Schuster Series Star Trek: The Original Series Publication Date 2003-09-01 Audience General Imprint Star Trek We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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