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    Star Trek: Remembrance of Things Past: Book Two
    Star Trek: Remembrance of Things Past: Book Two
    Star Trek: Remembrance of Things Past: Book Two
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    Star Trek: Remembrance of Things Past: Book Two

    By Terri Osborne

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    Concluding the special crossover event, bringing two great crews together in celebration of the twentieth anniversary of Star Trek: The Next Generation!

    The away team is trapped on Icaria Prime. The cause of both the hallucinations they are experiencing and the equipment failures is the Krialta -- but one of its pieces is missing. Commander Corsi and Lieutenant Vale must work together -- for the first time since their fatal first meeting a decade ago -- to find the missing piece before everyone on the planet -- including Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise -- is driven insane!

    Meanwhile, both Commander Gomez and Dr. Sarjenka must face demons from their past, as the Krialta brings long-dormant memories to the surface, ones that will change their lives forever!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPocket Books/Star Trek
    Release dateNov 1, 2007
    ISBN9781416544098
    Star Trek: Remembrance of Things Past: Book Two
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    Terri Osborne

    TERRI OSBORNE made her professional fiction writing debut in 2003 with the critically acclaimed “Three Sides to Every Story,” the Jake Sisko and Tora Ziyal story in the Star Trek: Deep Space Nine tenthanniversary anthology, Prophecy and Change. Her other fiction work includes “ ‘Q’uandary,” the Selar story in the Star Trek: New Frontier anthology No Limits; Star Trek: S.C.E.: Malefictorum, the landmark fiftieth installment in the series; and “Eighteen Minutes” in the tenth-anniversary anthology Star Trek: Voyager: Distant Shores. Beyond that, she is hard at work at more fiction, both in and out of the Star Trek universe, including an original dark fantasy novel set in Dublin, Ireland in 1940. Find out more about Terri at her Web site: www.terriosborne.com.

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      Star Trek - Terri Osborne

      CHAPTER

      1

      Carol Abramowitz stared at the trees, the lush green lawns, and the old stone buildings of Cambridge University. Her attentions wandered to the other students as they made their way through Downing Street toward the Haddon Library, and she wondered how many thousands of other people had sat precisely where she was and just people-watched over the centuries the school had been in existence.

      It was so peaceful, so soothing. It felt like being home after a lifetime away. She adored springtime. Just the smell of the tree blossoms was enough to relax her when she needed it.

      Carol!

      She turned to see Gabriel Collins walking toward her, a giant smile on his features. That smile was infectious, and she found herself returning it in moments. Hey, you, she said, allowing him to wrap her in an embrace when he finally reached her. So, the final went well?

      Perfect, he said. Looks like we’re both getting our master’s this year.

      Fantastic! So, what do you want to do to celebrate? She had deliberately added a come-hither note to her voice, but in all of the years they had known each other, he had yet to take her up on it. This was no exception.

      How about a pint? I’ll buy.

      Taking a deep breath, she said, Sounds good.

      When they reached the pub, they were hardly the only ones celebrating the end of the term. A group of well-dressed students was in one corner, hoisting what appeared to be far more expensive drinks than ale. Ah, the law school grads. Can always count on them to be drinking beyond their means. In another corner, some lean, rough-and-tumble looking guys wearing footballers’ jerseys were drinking by the pitcher. That got Carol to wondering about the history of the place again. Wonder if the frat boys were that obnoxious when this university was just starting up?

      She finally decided that, probably, they had been. Frat boys were frat boys, no matter what century you were in.

      Carol, come on!

      Brushing a lock of black hair behind her left ear, she headed toward Gabriel’s voice, and the bar. He had already ordered a pint of Guinness for her, and the dark, strong brew was just the thing she needed right then. She took a few gulps, savoring the warm flavor as it slid down her throat. This was the way life should be. Good friends—perhaps even more if he kept this up—good drink, and good times.

      All right, Gabriel said. Let’s see if there’s a booth that these hooligans haven’t appropriated for themselves.

      They managed to find one, tucked back in the corner away from the football on the viewscreens scattered through the pub. Manchester United was playing Liverpool in the playoffs, and there would be a riotous time, no matter which side took the prize.

      Oh, there had been a time years ago when a club winning a playoff match usually also involved the police in full riot gear, but that was a long, long time ago.

      Hey, Gabe said, wrapping an arm over her shoulder. Where are you going for your doctorate?

      That stopped Carol in her tracks. She hadn’t really had a chance to think beyond her master’s thesis, but leave it to Gabriel to think big. I don’t know. Why?

      I was thinking Cairo, he said, his eyebrows rising in a how’s about that? manner. I think white linens would suit you.

      She cringed at the bad joke, but then softly smiled. You’re serious.

      Deadly.

      You really want to do your doctoral work in the Egyptian desert?

      He stared off for a moment, and then a gleam of manic glee lit his eyes when they turned back to her. That’s where it all is on this planet, and you know it. It’s not half as bad as it used to be. Come on. Come with me.

      Carol sat back for a moment. She’d heard some of the local students use the word gobsmacked before, but only at that moment did she believe she truly understood the word. Well, you’ve been waiting on him to make a move. Now what? Her thoughts were disrupted by a string of vulgarities in thick Liverpudlian accents.

      Then they sounded like Federation Standard. Shaking her head, she suddenly was no longer in the pub cozied up to Gabriel, but instead was in the middle of something that bore a strong resemblance to a jungle.

      Carol? Carol, come out of it.

      Fingers snapped in front of her face, the sound shocking her back to reality.

      Hallucination? This time, she recognized Bart Faulwell’s voice.

      Bart, Inana. You’re not on Earth, Carol. You’re on Icaria Prime. You’re looking for the temple that Gabriel found. Keep it together.

      Yeah, said Carol. She really hoped the disappointment at being pulled out of the vision didn’t come through in her voice too much. The last thing she needed was to have to explain the first few years of her relationship with Gabriel to the man’s wife.

      She’d needed reliving that one moment again even less.

      You okay? Inana Skanda asked. She’d known Gabriel ever since Gabe and Carol had arrived in Cairo for their doctorates. But still, Carol didn’t know just how much Gabe had told Inana in the intervening years. Enough for her to know that the two of them had been close, but it was difficult to tell anything beyond that from Inana’s attitude toward her.

      I’m fine, Carol said, trying her best to sound resolute. Nothing would change the fact that she could still smell the pint of Guinness, its aroma mixed in with his cologne. That isn’t you anymore. That isn’t you. You have Vance now. Don’t forget that. Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths before aiming her palm beacon straight in front of her and venturing forward, machete cutting the way.

      Sonya Gomez was drowning.

      She could feel the water cascading down her throat, filling her lungs, pulling her down. Lifting her arms, she fought as long as she could, trying to reach the surface once more…just for one more breath of precious air.

      Sonya!

      The sound of the rushing waters around her almost buried the voice, but somehow, she heard.

      She tried to scream, but it only made fighting the water worse. She reached out, her hands slapping what felt like the surface. So close. So close.

      But something just kept pulling her under.

      No!

      Then arms, strong arms, wrapped around her, pulling her out of the water. Sonya took a long, deep breath before coughing up far more water than she would ever have thought could fit in her lungs.

      Sonya! Can you hear me?

      She recognized the voice, but wasn’t sure from where. It almost sounded like Belinda, but it couldn’t be, could it?

      She sputtered some more, until a hand reached out and touched soft, moist grass. The whisper of rain-soaked leaves in the gentle wind sounded too much like waves in the distance. That was when reality came crashing back to her at warp ten. Paul?

      In an instant, the water was gone, leaving behind the peaty aroma of earth and vegetation mixed with the fresh rain in the forest that surrounded them.

      Sonya. It’s okay. It’s not real. Paul Cunningham’s voice was far more of a soothing comfort than she would have given him credit for just a few hours before. It’s not real.

      It had certainly felt like it. Suddenly she’d been right back there at Vieques, with Belinda, on that

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