Star Trek: Duty, Honor, Redemption (19 page)

“Easy, Pavel. Just tell me what happened.”

“Alpha Ceti VI was gone. My fault….”

McCoy and Kirk glanced at each other, both frowning slightly; Saavik, too, wondered how it could be the young commander’s fault that a whole world had disappeared. He was clearly still badly confused.

“Khan captured us. He—he can control people, Captain! His creatures—he—” Chekov began trembling. He clamped his hands over his ears.
“My head—!”

McCoy came to his side and checked him over with the medical sensor. “It’s all right; you’re safe now.”

Chekov’s words came all in an incomprehensible rush. “He made us say things—lies—and made us do…other things, but we beat him; he thought he controlled us, but he didn’t; the captain beat him—he was strong….” He was shaking so hard he could no longer speak. He drew his knees to his chest and put his head down, hiding his face to cry.

Kirk glanced over at Terrell, who maintained the composure of oblivion.

“Captain, where’s Doctor Marcus? What happened to Genesis?”

“Khan couldn’t find them,” Terrell said with dreadful calm. “He found some of the scientists.”

“We know that,” Kirk said sharply.

“Everything else was gone. He tortured them. They wouldn’t talk; so he killed them. The station was too big for him to search it all before he took
Reliant
and went to kill you too.”

“He came damned close to doing that,” Kirk said.

“He left us here,” Chekov said. He raised his head. His face was wet with tears. “We were…no longer any use.”

“Does he control all of
Reliant
’s crew?” Saavik asked, wondering if humans were that susceptible to mind control.

“He stranded most of them on Alpha Ceti V.”

“He’s mad, sir. He lives for nothing but revenge,” Chekov said. “He blames you for the death of his wife…Lieutenant McGivers.”

“I know what he blames me for,” Kirk said. He sat with his eyes focused on nothing for some moments. “Carol’s gone, but all the escape pods are still in their bays. Where’s the transporter room in this thing?” He glanced at Saavik.

“Even the Spacelab specifications were erased from the computer, sir,” she said. “However, the
Enterprise
should have a copy in its library files.”

They contacted the ship, reassuring Commander Uhura and Mister Spock that they were all right, and had a set of plans for the station transmitted down. Even the decorative printed maps of Spacelab, which ordinarily would have been displayed in its reception area, had been torn down and destroyed.

In the transporter room, Kirk inspected the console settings.

“Mister Chekov, did he get down here?”

“I don’t think so, sir. He said searching such a big place was foolish. He thought he would make the captives talk.”

“
Somebody
left the transporter on,” Kirk said. “Turned it on, used it, and left it on—and no one still alive remained to turn it off.”

Saavik figured out the destination of the settings. “This makes no sense, Admiral. The coordinates are within Regulus I. The planetoid is both lifeless and airless.”

“If Carol finished stage two, if it was underground,” Kirk said thoughtfully, “—she said it was underground….”

“Stage two?”
He must be referring to the mysterious Project Genesis,
Saavik thought.

Kirk suddenly pulled out his communicator. “Kirk to
Enterprise.
”

“
Enterprise,
Spock here.”

“Damage report, Mister Spock?”

“Admiral, Lieutenant Saavik would recommend that we go by the book. In that case, hours could stretch into days.”

Saavik tried to understand what the captain meant by that. It sounded vaguely insulting, unlikely behavior from Captain Spock.

“I read you, Captain,” Kirk said after a pause. “Let’s have the bad news.”

“The situation is grave. Main power cannot be restored for six
days
at least. Auxiliary power has failed, but Mister Scott hopes to restore it in two
days
. By the book, Admiral.”

“Spock,” Kirk said, “I’ve got to try something. If you don’t hear from us within—” he paused a moment, “—one hour, restore what power you can and get the
Enterprise
the hell away from here. Alert Starfleet as soon as you’re out of jamming range. By the book, Spock.”

Uhura broke in. “We can’t leave you behind, sir!”

“That’s an
order,
Spock. Uhura, if you don’t hear from us, there won’t
be
anybody behind. Kirk out.” He snapped his communicator closed and put it away. “Gentlemen,” he said to Terrell and Chekov, “maybe you’d better stay here. You’ve been through a lot—”

“We’d prefer to share the risk,” Terrell said quickly.

“Very well. Let’s go.”

“Go?” McCoy exclaimed. “Go
where?
”

“Wherever they went,” Kirk replied, and nodded at the transporter.

Saavik realized what he planned. She went to the transporter and set it for delayed energize, being careful not to alter the coordinates. Kirk stepped up onto the transporter platform. Terrell and Chekov followed, but McCoy stayed safely on the floor and folded his arms belligerently.

“What if they went nowhere?”

Kirk grinned. “Then it’s your big chance to get away from it all, Bones.”

Doctor McCoy muttered something and stomped up onto the platform.

“Ready,” Saavik said. She pressed the auto-delay and hurried up beside the others.

Spacelab dissolved; around them, darkness appeared.

Jim Kirk held his breath, waiting for his guess to be wrong, waiting for solid rock to resolidify around him forever as soon as the transporter beam ended. Fear tickled the back of his mind. The instant he finished transporting, lights blazed on around him.

“Well,” Jim said as the rest of his party solidified, “if anybody’s here, now they know we’re here, too.”

He was in a small cavern: several tunnels led from it. The caverns were definitely dug out, not naturally formed. The chamber was haphazardly piled with stacks of notebooks, technical equipment, peripheral storage cells. It had all obviously been transferred from Spacelab in terrible haste.

“Admiral—” Saavik said. She gestured toward the next chamber. Jim could see within it a massive curve of metal.

He followed Saavik into the second cave. It, too, held piles of equipment, but a great torpedo shape dominated everything.

“Genesis, I presume?” Doctor McCoy said.

Without answering, Kirk moved farther into the cavern complex.

Suddenly someone lunged at him from behind a stack of crates, plowing into him and knocking him to the ground. A knife glittered. Jim felt it press against his throat, just below the corner of his jaw, at the pulsepoint where the carotid artery is most vulnerable. When he tried to fight, the knife pressed harder. He could feel the sharpness of its edge. If Saavik or McCoy tried to draw a phaser, he would be bleeding to death before they could finish firing.

“You son of a bitch, you killed them—”

Jim Kirk recognized David Marcus.

“I’m Jim Kirk!” Jim yelled. “David, don’t you remember me?”

“We were still there, you dumb bastard, I heard Zinaida scream—”

“David, we
found
them, they were already dead!”

“David—”

Carol’s voice.

“Go back, Mother!”

“Jim—”

Kirk strained around until he could see her. The knife dimpled his skin and a drop of blood welled out. He felt its heat.

“Hold still, you slimy—”

“Carol,” Jim said, “for Gods’ sake, you can’t believe we had anything to do with—”

“Shut up!” David cried. “Go back, Mother, unless you
want
to watch me kill him the way he killed—”

Carol Marcus took a deep breath, “I don’t want to watch you kill anyone…least of all your father.”

David looked up at her, stunned.

Feeling stunned himself, Jim slid from beneath the knife and disarmed the boy. Surely Carol had said that just to give him such a chance—

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clark Terrell step forward and take the phaser from the Deltan—Jedda Adzhin-Dall, it must be—who had been covering Saavik and McCoy.

“I’ll hold on to this,” Terrell said.

Jim stood up and turned to Carol.

“Carol—”

He went toward her, and she met him. She smiled, reached out, and gently stroked a fingertip across the hair at his temple.

“You’ve gone a little gray—” She stopped.

He put his arms around her. They held each other for a long while, but finally he drew back to look her in the eyes, to search her face with his gaze.

“Carol, is it true?”

She nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It isn’t true!” David shouted. “My father was—”

“You’re making this a lot harder, David,” Carol said.

“I’m afraid I must make it harder still, Doctor Marcus,” Clark Terrell said.

Jim spun around.

Reliant
’s captain held his captured phaser trained directly on Jim Kirk and Carol Marcus.

“Clark, in heaven’s name—” McCoy said.

“Please, don’t move.” He glanced toward Chekov, who nodded. He came toward McCoy, who made as if to resist. “Even you, Len,” Terrell said. McCoy let his hands fall. Chekov disarmed everyone, then joined Terrell in covering them.

“Pavel—” Jim said.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Terrell opened his communicator.

“Have you heard, your excellency?”

“I have indeed, Captain. You have done very well.”

Khan.

“I knew it!” David whispered, low and angry. Jim turned, but not in time to stop him. David launched himself at Terrell. Saavik instantly reacted, catching David and flinging him out of the way with all the force of muscles adapted to higher gravity. They collapsed in a heap as Jedda, too, sprang forward after David.

Terrell fired.

Jedda fell into the beam.

He vanished without a sound.

“Jedda!” Carol cried.

“Oh, God….” David said softly.

“Don’t move, any of you!” Terrell’s hand clenched hard around the phaser. “I don’t
want
to hurt you….”

“Captain Terrell, I am waiting.”

Chekov started violently at Khan’s softly dangerous voice. He was deathly pale and sweating. He began to tremble. The phaser shook in his hand. Jim Kirk weighed his chances of taking it, but they were no better than David’s had been.

“Everything’s as you ordered, my lord,” Terrell said. “You have the coordinates of Genesis.”

“I have one other small duty for you, Captain,” Khan said. “Kill James Kirk.”

On the ground beside David, Saavik shifted slightly, gathering herself.

No,
Jim thought,
no, your instincts were right with David. Don’t pull the same stupid stunt he did and get yourself killed for nothing, Lieutenant.

“Khan—” Terrell said. He wiped his forehead on his sleeve and pressed his free hand against the side of his face. “I can’t—” Wincing, he gasped in pain.

“Kill him!”

Terrell flung down his communicator. It clattered across stone. Terrell groaned as if he had been struck himself. He gripped the phaser with both hands, shaking so hard he could not aim.

Pavel Chekov raised his phaser slowly, staring at it with utter absorption. His whole body trembled. He aimed the weapon…

…at Clark Terrell. He tried to fire.

He failed.

Terrell screamed in agony. He forced his phaser around until he had turned it on himself.

“Clark, my God,” McCoy whispered. He reached out toward him.

Terrell raised his head. Jim felt the intensity of his plea to McCoy in his horrified gaze.

The only thing the doctor could do for Clark Terrell now was…nothing. McCoy groaned and turned away, his face in his hands.

“Kill him, Terrell!” Khan said again. The damaged communicator distorted his voice, but still it was all too recognizable. “Fire, now!”

Terrell obeyed.

He disappeared.

Chekov shrieked. His phaser fell from his shaking hands, and he clutched at his temples as his knees buckled. He quivered and convulsed on the hard rock floor.

McCoy hurried to his side, pulled an injector from his medical pack, dialed it, and stabbed it into Chekov’s arm. Chekov struggled a moment more, then went limp.

“Terrell!” Khan said. “Chekov!”