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    Star Trek: Mere Anarchy: Its Hour Come Round
    Star Trek: Mere Anarchy: Its Hour Come Round
    Star Trek: Mere Anarchy: Its Hour Come Round
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    Star Trek: Mere Anarchy: Its Hour Come Round

    By Margaret Wander Bonanno

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    MERE ANARCHY

    A new six-part epic covering thirty years of Star Trek history, concluding with an adventure that takes place after The Undiscovered Country and Generations!

    Book 6 : ITS HOUR COME ROUND

    Captain James T. Kirk is dead, lost during the launch of the U.S.S. Enterprise-B. His former shipmates are not the only ones who mourn his passing: Raya el-Mora and the people of Mestiko are stunned to learn that the man who has played such a pivotal role in their lives over the past three decades is now gone.

    But Kirk's passing comes as Mestiko is on the threshold of a new era, as they have come from near-destruction to comtemplating membership in the Federation. The surviving crew of the Starship Enterprise gather together as this strife-born world world one last time as its future hangs in the balance....
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPocket Books/Star Trek
    Release dateApr 1, 2007
    ISBN9781416534549
    Star Trek: Mere Anarchy: Its Hour Come Round
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    Margaret Wander Bonanno

    Margaret Wander Bonanno (1950–2021) was the bestselling author of Star Trek: Burning Dreams; Star Trek: The Lost Era: Catalyst of Sorrows; Star Trek: Dwellers in the Crucible; and Star Trek: Strangers from the Sky, as well as two science fiction trilogies, The Others and Preternatural.

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      Star Trek - Margaret Wander Bonanno

      CHAPTER

      1

      Raya elMora hooked her four thumbs into the buckle of the shoulder harness and snapped it into place.

      Computer? How much time before the Federation delegation arrives in vosTraal?

      "Starship Excelsior scheduled to make orbit in approximately two hours, Jo’Zamestaad," the onboard computer replied crisply. Estimate time for necessary formalities before beam-down, additional six to twelve minutes.

      Thank you, Raya said, considering.

      A Mestikan hour was one hundred and forty-four minutes. A low-altitude orbit of her world, Raya knew, could be accomplished in approximately ninety-six minutes. Side trips to investigate particular phenomena would add to that time. And she did have to land the orbital flyer and get back to her quarters to change from the borrowed flight suit into her diplomatic best before the delegation arrived.

      Raya sighed. One orbit it was, then. Waiting while the computer checked wind speed and direction, she adjusted the wing cameras that would gather the information she was seeking, feed it back into the central computers in vosTraal, and digest it into the brief document she would present at the opening ceremonies of the Plenary Council tomorrow. Manually setting course and speed, she allowed the little craft to rise straight up to the desired altitude, then hovered for a moment to look around at her city in the rising sun before the thrusters kicked in and she headed out on her mission.

      What she was doing today was an indulgence, she knew. Better-trained pilots scanned the surface of her world daily to report on the progress of its recovery from the passage of a rogue pulsar two twelveyears ago—a phenomenon so devastating that only the intervention of a Federation starship had kept the pulsar—or as Mestiko’s citizens, the Payav, referred to it, the Pulse—from destroying the planet entirely.

      Despite the Enterprise’s intervention, the destruction had been considerable, the immediate casualties staggeringly high; and the ensuing nuclear winter, with its toxic atmosphere and frigid temperatures, had claimed still more lives over the ensuing years. The total death toll might never be known.

      And yet, the Payav were still here, a proud and stubborn people, aided by that same Federation in recovering their world and their autonomy.

      And that, Raya thought, her thoughts grim despite the sheer beauty of the landscape below her, was where the current troubles began—and, she hoped, ended.

      In any event, an indulgence. There was enough data from the regular pilots’ runs to include in her opening remarks, but she’d wanted to come up here and see for herself. Paperwork had kept her at her desk until the last possible moment, and so these two hours of a pristine morning were all the time she had.

      She’d tried not to notice the knowing smiles when she’d shown up in a flight suit just before dawn, the exchanged glances among the veteran pilots that said, Yes, of course. Let the Jo’Zamestaad take the new prototype craft out on a morning survey run. The onboard computer will do most of the work, and if she gets into trouble we can send another craft out to help her. Let her see what we’ve been doing these past months to catalog every hectare of land on Mestiko and compare what is now with what was and has been since the Pulse nearly destroyed us two twelveyears ago.

      Raya knew her piloting skills were only average and a recent acquisition. Her elor had loved to fly, and in homage to Elee after her death, Raya had gradually overcome her own fear of heights and mastered the rudimentary skills. After all, she reasoned, she had been on starships, visited other worlds, even been exiled on one of them. Could learning to fly a craft on her own be that much more frightening?

      Besides, the course was laid in automatically, and if she instructed it to, the computer would do everything for her, even sparing her the effort of steering around the occasional flock of birds.

      Her first thought was: At least now there are birds. This wasn’t always so. Having been introduced from other worlds, they may not look like the birds we of the generation before the Pulse remember, but they are better than skies filled with toxic dust, and no birds at all.

      Her second thought—as she said Computer, manual, and allowed herself to test the controls, dipping the nose and coming back up again just for practice—was: The prototype responds far better than anything the Federation’s given us.

      Was the thought disloyal to that nation that had saved so many Payav lives in the wake of the greatest natural disaster ever to befall the planet?

      It is, Raya thought, and it isn’t. And there, as the Dinpayav would say, is the rub. For everything the Federation has done for us, there is, some would argue, more they could have done. And, still others would argue, less they should have done, so that we could claim our recovery for our own.

      Raya’s elor used to say, Put two Payav in a room and you end up with three arguments. It was as true in the recovery following the Pulse as it had been before any Payav knew such things lurked in the far reaches of space, deciding in a very short time who would live and who would die.

      During the early recovery years, the Payav hadn’t had the luxury of argument. Tribal and regional differences were forgotten in the daily struggle for survival. However, that hadn’t stopped religious fanatics in the form of the mar-Atyya, represented by her old school chum Asal Janto, from fomenting revolution, sending Raya and those loyal to her into exile for years until they could take their planet back.

      Since then, the more their world recovered and returned to normal, it seemed, the more Payav found to squabble about.

      And now, Raya thought, banking the little craft to starboard as she cleared the last of the structures in the suburbs and headed out over open land before returning the controls to the computer, we will bring their internecine squabbles under the scrutiny of our neighbors, as for the next month—or longer, if necessary—representatives of both the Federation and the Klingon Empire sit with us in an attempt to determine our future.

      Were they ready? As ready as they’d ever be. Left to their own devices, Payav would argue into the next grossyear. Besides, there was a matter of some urgency in the Federation’s request for a Plenary Council. It seemed the Klingons had recently suffered a similar disaster, the explosion of one of their moons called Praxis, which had compromised the atmosphere of their homeworld Qo’noS, meaning it would have to be evacuated within the next fifty years.

      At least, Raya thought, noting with satisfaction that the forward screen adapted to the light as the small craft turned into the sun, the Klingons have the luxury not only of

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