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    Star Trek: Fables of the Prime Directive
    Star Trek: Fables of the Prime Directive
    Star Trek: Fables of the Prime Directive
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    Star Trek: Fables of the Prime Directive

    By Cory Rushton

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    STARFLEET CORPS OF ENGINEERS

    Until the Dominion War, the pre-warp civilization on Coroticus III was under observation by the Federation -- and then the Dominion moved in. Forced to abandon the planet -- and leave a person behind -- Starfleet does not return until after the war is over and the Dominion has pulled out.
    Carol Abramowitz and a team from the da Vinci must now determine the extent to which the Dominion contaminated Corotican culture -- but that's the least of the S.C.E.'s problems, as they uncover a mass-murderer, who may be the Starfleet officer left behind....
    FABLES OF THE PRIME DIRECTIVE
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPocket Books/Star Trek
    Release dateJun 15, 2005
    ISBN9780743496834
    Star Trek: Fables of the Prime Directive
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    Cory Rushton

    Cory Rushton is a Canadian living in the United Kingdom with his lovely and patient wife, Susan, where he teaches English at the University of Bristol. Having now fulfilled a lifelong ambition to write for Star Trek, he feels that retirement from the world is the only rational option.

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      Star Trek - Cory Rushton

      Prologue

      Stardate 51623.3,

      Commanding Officer’s Log. We’re abandoning Coroticus III. Hell, we’re abandoning the entire sector. I remember previous wars, against the Cardassians or whoever. Limited engagements, minimal losses. They lasted forever. What was it? Thirty years against the Cardassians? But those wars were what used to be called cold conflicts. This one, though—I don’t think we’re going to get through it. We take twenty years to create someone who can pilot a starship or fire a phaser. The Dominion takes weeks to raise a Jem’Hadar soldier. I thought I would see out my commission here, studying these people on this planet, but now I frankly don’t know if I’ll survive the day. Even if I did, what a final day this is. Wiping the computers. Destroying the physical evidence of the observation lounge. Abandoning a primitive but wonderful humanoid race to the tender mercies of the Dominion. And for hours and hours now the repetitive wailing sound of the red-alert sirens. It’s enough to—Oh, that’s it. Enough!

      space

      Turn that bloody noise off! shouted Commander Tarsem Johal. It’s driving me mad.

      Red alert muted, replied the calm voice of the tactical officer. Lieutenant Saed Squire was young, barely out of the Academy where he’d taken a joint degree in security and ancient galactic civilizations. It was a rare degree, but it made him perfect for a sociological observation post on a pre-warp world orbiting Coroticus. "We’ve just heard from the U.S.S. Valletta, an Istanbul-class vessel. They’ll enter orbit in five minutes and request that we be ready for immediate departure."

      How did we do with the transporter apparatus?

      All outposts destroyed with minimal sign of their presence.

      Johal nodded and glanced at his second-in-command. Moseley, how’s the data backup going?

      Sheila Moseley tucked a stray lock of red hair behind her ear as she read the progress reports. We’re at seventy-five percent, Commander. We need another hour.

      We don’t have it, growled Squire. Commander, I recommend we dump it now.

      We’ll lose all that information. Moseley turned to Johal. Commander, I—

      The red-alert siren started up again, triggered by some new disaster. "We have four…no, six! Six Jem’Hadar warships entering the system right behind the Valletta!"

      There was a silence for a few seconds.

      "The Valletta is four minutes away." Squire’s voice remained muted.

      And the Jem’Hadar?

      I can’t be sure. Fourteen minutes if we’re lucky.

      Lieutenant Moseley. Johal reached out and squeezed her shoulder.

      Aye, sir, she whispered. Commencing total data purge.

      The Jem’Hadar are being joined by a Cardassian frigate.

      Data purge at seven percent.

      Keep an eye on the Jem’Hadar. Begin evacuation procedures. All nonessentials get out now in order of seniority. The outpost could only transport three people at a time, but with only six permanent personnel this wasn’t much of a problem.

      That leaves who, exactly? muttered Moseley.

      Well, us and the commander, Squire said with a wry grin.

      Data purge at twenty-nine percent.

      The first three personnel are away, Commander, Ensign Zophres called from the transporter station.

      "The Valletta is two minutes, five seconds from standard orbit and have reported our personnel safe and sound."

      Except for the warships right behind them.

      Except for that. Definitely an occupying force.

      Doesn’t seem big enough for a whole planet.

      The local population uses pointy wooden sticks, Sheila.

      Point taken. Data purge at fifty-four percent.

      The second group is away.

      "Ensign Zophres, get yourself up to the Valletta. Lieutenant Squire, run the transporter."

      The two men obeyed instantly.

      Two Jem’Hadar just entered orbit! cried Squire, his composure broken at last.

      Where’d they come from? asked Johal.

      I don’t know! Commander, you need to get out of here.

      The commander turned to Moseley. You too, Sheila. Let’s go.

      The data purge isn’t complete, sir.

      We’re being jammed. The Jem’Hadar are beginning a planetwide scan. Squire looked at his commander. They can’t be allowed to find the post, sir.

      I’m praying you have options for me.

      I’ll secure the base. There won’t be much left to come back to, but a limited-spread photon grenade inside the shields should keep the base hidden and wipe out the relevant data. The shields should also mask the explosion itself. I hope.

      Get it done, Lieutenant. Johal took up his position on the transporter pad, Moseley beside him, her hair in her eyes. She didn’t bother to tuck it away this time. Follow us up.

      Aye, sir. The lieutenant engaged the transporter and the beams took Johal and Moseley away.

      The Valletta lurched under fire, causing Johal and Moseley to stumble even as they coalesced on the ship’s pad. Johal hadn’t experienced ship-to-ship fire since his time on the Grixalon. He stumbled off the pad, trying to control his movement with a burst of forward momentum.

      The young crewman at the controls nodded. We’re taking Jem’Hadar fire, sir. Are you the last ones up?

      No, said Johal. One of my officers is still—

      Shields down to fifty-six percent, said the familiar voice of the ship’s computer.

      Prepare for warp. The voice was female and authoritative, and coming from the transporter chief’s combadge.

      Johal slammed his hand against his badge. Johal to bridge. Belay that. I have a man still down there.

      We can’t wait, Commander. It’s one officer or an entire ship…my crew and the rest of yours. A pause. We just read an explosion from your previous coordinates. Another pause. No life-signs. I’m sorry, Commander.

      Johal felt the sudden, indescribable alteration in the vibration of the deck plates as the Valletta went into warp. It matched the sinking feeling in his stomach. I’m sorry, Squire.

      Chapter

      1

      Two years later

      Fabian Stevens and Tarsem Johal stood above the treeline, perched on a rocky outcrop that allowed them a vantage point over the village far below. Coroticus III was a class-M world, and Stevens allowed himself a moment to breathe in the scent of alien pine drifting up on the mild wind. This almost makes it worthwhile, he thought. The S.C.E. was to begin the process of rebuilding a dozen cultural observation posts on pre-warp worlds throughout

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