A Slug

A Star Trek Raptor Chronicle

A play by

Pamela Olson
Suddenly there is the tramp of booted feet. "Klingons!" Dougg cries out in astonishment. "How many," Jim barks. "Too many," Teed replies dry. "He has company. A nasty disrupter, and we have no phaser among us.

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Copyright 1985 - 2012 by Pamela Olson

All rights reserved. All wrongs revenged. Its a story. Semblance to anyone is not intended nor should be inferred. Savvy mate?
A graduate of College of Marin then Sonoma State University, in the middle of The American Wine Country, California USA, Planet Earth, Milky Way, Pamela Olson is A Marin County Volunteer of the Year, founding board member North Bay Multimedia Association, Home Designer, Raconteur, Gardener, Time Traveler, Swimmer, Veteran, Mama, Friend, Real Estate Authority, Ballroom Dancer, Wife, Color Junkie, Bon vivant, Professor, Author and, Honorary Doctorate aka opinionated.

May all your storms be weathered, and all that is good get better.
Dedicated to my son, born May 2, 2001

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Cast
JAMES T. KIRK as played by Chris Pine SPOCK as played by Zachary Quinto

DR. LEONARD BONES MCCOY as played by Karl Urban

MONTGOMERY SCOTTY as played by Simon Pegg

NYOTA UHURA as played by Zoe Saldana

HIKARU SULU as played by John Cho

PAVEL CHEKOV as played by Anton Yelchin

Director
DIRECTOR W. Allen Taylor

Costume Designer
COSTUME DESIGNER Mia Baxter
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Guest Stars / Cameo

Bridgit Mendler as RUTH: Starfleet Academy lab technician. LADY MORGHAN of ALEX and PROFESSOR JARL OLSEEN'S niece, JIM KIRK'S girlfriend. Graduated Redwood High School. Senior for her Bachelors degree in Electrical Engineering from Sonoma State University,
California.

Elijah Wood as PROFESSOR JARL OLSEEN: Starfleet Academy professor of advanced military strategy and the latest in AstroNavigation, considered Federation's premier expert on military strategy. Married to LADY MORGHAN of ALEX. Stocky, about five foot six inches tall, late forty, blue eyes, air of quiet confidence and intelligence, musician (trumpet), hot-tempered one moment and laughing the next. Clive Owen as TEED A. SIBORT: Half human and half-Deltan, born and raised on Mars Base. Teed is slender with a muscular chest and arms, and a quiet demeanor. Starfleet Navigator. Teed's hair is the color of night and he had dark brown sensual eyes. Deltans can sense images in other minds. Deltan's brains are so much more evolved in the arts and mathematics. Teed's father is a Deltan architect and philosopher who briefly studied at the Vulcan Academy of Sciences where he became strongly influenced by the Vulcan idea of I.D.I.C. His father's design was chosen for Mars Base's museum. He then stayed on to oversee its construction. Soon after he married Teed's mother. After the project was completed, Teed's father just stayed, one of a handful of Deltans at Mars Base. Brooklyn Decker as JACY M'DOLON: human, born and raised on Alpha Centauri. Speaks Delta. Jacy is slender and pale skinned. Her eyes and hair are light brown. She looks vaguely like an Earth Oriental and has a dual air of decadence and elegance about her. Starfleet Cybernetics & Computer Specialist in Communications. Her mother is the Alpha Centauri Ambassador to the Federation, she traces her ancestry back to the First Colony. Her father is a Federation Independent Trader, specializing in Merchant Mediation. Kaya Scodelario as RICO LEE CRESPIN: a born mediator and fighter. Rico has black hair and brown eyes, her skin has a permanent tan. Like Jim Kirk, Rico is muscular. Rico and Jim Kirk spend many hours in the gym working out together. A dual Starfleet Security Officer and Engineer.

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Alex Pettyfer as DOUGGLASS CLAYE: Fair and muscular like Jim Kirk, and like Jim, Dougg has the manner of a leader. Starfleet Medical Doctor. Mellow-toned voice with an Earth Australian accent. Has a closely cropped beard. As Kumara

as VELDT as FEDERATION SECURITY OFFICER KARIN WINNARD

Settings Tunes
Jerry Goldsmith - Klingon Battle @ http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=CXYjvrzJkl8&feature=related Star Trek Original Theme http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWSp5ijOOfk Star Trek The Wrath of Khan James Horner http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mv8dl9jCn58 Star Trek First Contact Themes composed by Jerry Goldsmith performed by The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Nic Raine http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=lihUgkYoxZo&feature=related Star Trek The Motion Picture - End Title composed by Jerry Goldsmith - performed by The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Nic Raine http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=FxXLKs6g3Pg&feature=related The Wrath of Khan James Horner http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiVIq423dP4

Acts & Scenes IN PROGRESS

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Act I Scene One Act I Scene Two -

Act I Scene One - . Start MUSIC Jerry Goldsmith - Klingon Battle @ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXYjvrzJkl8&feature=related. CURTAIN opens to At that moment, Jarl Olseen was not thinking of his wife. He was feeling like his brain and the universe was melting into each other. He realized Ruth and he were in a spaceship of some sort. Then the feeling was over. Jarl wasn't sure whether hed felt space sick or reincarnated. "Uncle Jarl, what happened," Ruth moaned, "and what are they?" "I believe we've left Earth. They're Klingons, and the other; I don't think she's a shape-changer. Maybe more of a hypnotic or telepathic illusion." Jarl replied. "Which is the illusion? The human female or the slug?" Ruth wondered aloud. "I believe the human female is the illusion for the slug while she's been on Earth." "Quite right Professor, Sin D. Veldt remarked as she moved into their room, again holding a Klingon disrupter on them. "The intelligent life form of Lactra is telepathic." "Lactra?" Jarl asked in a puzzled tone. "By your terminology, Lactra is a G Four sun near Epsilon Scorpii. A Class-M world. Gravity is approximately Earth normal. The atmosphere is similar to Vulcan. Lactra is predominantly a zoo, Professor." Jarl and Ruth listened to the slug talk. They noticed its limb that held the Klingon disrupter ended in several smaller divisions, which were in turn separated into smaller wiggling filaments. Veldt displayed the flexibility of those digits in the ease in which she held the Klingon disrupter. The lower limbs were hidden, but whatever they were, Jarl thought them amazingly efficient for movement as he watched the slug move into their room. "I feel your amazement Professor. I travel on a cushion of air." They startled Jarl. "My race has classified me as mentally deficient. Your race would classify me as deficient in moral fiber. I was outlawed. The Klingons found me and offered me a deal." She then laughed insanely. "They could have tried killing me. They quickly recognized my worth though. We can understand that." Jarl and Ruth silently registered their opinions on that comment.
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Ignoring them, the slug went on, "You see, Lactran's ability to focus the mental output of many minds into various wavelengths can be a powerful weapon. However, my race is not naturally as belligerent as I am. Super minds yes, criminals no. They are aloof inhabitants as their desire for expansion and acquisition has faded many ghids ago. It is not so with me." "Uncle Jarl, I think this is a good time for me to either faint or wake up from this nightmare," Ruth said weakly. Jarl was thinking he needed a drink. "What would you like Professor?" the slug suddenly asked him. "I see no harm in you having food and drink." "Kahlua and ice and some chips," Jarl answered. The slug left the room. Soon a Klingon brought them a bottle, two glasses, ice, and a bag that he set before them, then left the room, locking it behind him. Ruth put ice into the glasses, then poured them each a hefty portion of Kahlua, while Jarl opened the bag, revealing chips inside. Ruth handed Jarl his drink. Jarl nearly spilled his drink. The shock of realizing him and Ruth had actually been kidnapped caused Jarl to nearly spill his drink. So he drained it quickly, then poured a second glass to follow the first down to make sure his insides were still all there after that bizarre takeoff. He was considering a third drink to see why the first and second hadn't reported on his condition, when the alcohol hit him. "I drank too fast." Jarl muttered as he started eating the chips. "I feel the alcoholic equivalent of mugging." Ruth was still nursing her first drink, although seriously wondering if Uncle Jarl's method was better. Rico was groggily getting to her feet when she heard, "We have to escape from them." These were Jim Kirk's first words as they all awoke from the Klingon stun. Rico noticed Jim was struggling to get his feet to stay under him. "Aye, we'll do that." Rico promptly growled in answer. She found her grogginess from the stun quickly replaced by rage. "Who's that?" Dougg asked dryly from the deck. He had given up trying to fight the effects of the Klingon's stun, and to stand, for the moment he was content just to sit there. "Doctor, check that everyone's ok," Jim said, ignoring Dougg's question. Dougg slowly stood, then visually checked each of them over. He caught Jim's eye. "What else can I do? We've no tricorders, phasers, or even communicators. It's not exactly a common occurrence for a Starfleet Academy professor. His niece and five Starfleet cadets kidnapped off Earth by a slug and a Klingon!" "Dougg, I need you functioning as a Starfleet officer right now," Jim said quietly. "Aye," Dougg said in a surprised tone, "We're ok, just stunned, a most unpleasant experience," Dougg said, then looked around and asked. "However, where are we?"

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"A ship it seems," Jacy answered him, "though a shame about the decor." Jacy had joined Rico. Both were walking back and forth in trying to work off the lingering stiffness from the stun. They all looked around. They were in what looked to be an empty cabin. Jacy was right. The ship needed a lot. Even the bulkheads were ugly. Suddenly there was the tramp of booted feet. "Klingons!" Dougg cried out in astonishment. "How many," Jim barked. "Too many," Teed replied dryly, "He has company. A nasty disrupter and we have no phaser among us. Dougg, this seems to answer your question about whom they are." They all watched warily as a Klingon, with a creased line of an old scar slashed from his ear to his cheek, now entered their room. His disrupter, set on kill Rico noticed, was drawn to cover them all easily. He had black eyes, hard eyes. Deep lines cut his face from his broken nose to his cruel mouth. Rico did not like what she thought she saw in his face. She found herself tensing up to fight. Then she noticed the others had also. So had the Klingon. He tried to smile, but it only came out as a quick grimace. "I know my skill, will you gamble yours, he roughly asked them. Although he was staring harshly at them, Rico found herself looking past him. Rico then noticed Jim also was staring inboard through the open passage behind the Klingon. Jim could see a corridor about twenty feet long, then a ladder. "Veldt said she wanted to see you. Out. All of you." The Klingon stepped back. Better coverage with his disrupter, they noticed. He then motioned them forward. "What kind of Klingon name is Veldt," Teed whispered to Jacy as Jim stepped first through the passage. Following him, they immediately noticed an unfamiliar odor of an intense, oppressive strength. It was indescribably disgusting. The humans felt themselves overcome with revulsion, and had an almost violent hatred of it. Yet, each was sure there was no odor. Suddenly they realized the odor was only in their minds. "Do you smell that?" Rico asked Jacy. "Affirmative, and it reminds me of that stink at Professor Olseen's place," Jacy answered. "So do I," Teed offered, "It seems here more like some kind of mental projection though, like it's only in our minds." Rico mentally filed Teed's words away when she saw Jim's sharp looks in response to Teed's speculation. The Klingon continued to direct them forward. They walked along the corridor, the Klingon effectively covering them from behind. They passed two closed doors, and soon came to the ladder Jim had noticed. The Klingon motioned them to climb it, which they did and found themselves on the starboard side of the bridge of the Klingon ship. Rico could feel the rage boiling inside her as she noticed the other two well-armed Klingons on the bridge. While the
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"Veldt" the Klingon had mentioned turned out to be gray and rubbery looking. "Definitely not a Klingon," Dougg said under his breath to Teed, "it looks to me to be a cross between a cucumber and a slug." They felt the hair on their neck rise as though something unclean was picking at their minds. Jim noticed the crew looked up irritably as they came in, then muttered something among themselves. Rico also noticed Jim just looked at them and Veldt with calm eyes. To Jim, Veldt was looking ever more like a grey featureless hippo as he brought them before it. The surrealness of the scene was cooling Jim's anger down a little. It seemed inconceivable to him that just a few short hours ago; they were cadets at Starfleet Academy. Now he had to fight down the amazement and bewilderment mixing with his rage as he realized they had been kidnapped. By Klingons led by what looked like an overgrown common Earth garden slug. "Unfortunate," the slug hissed sparsely in a surprising feminine voice as they stopped before her. In that one word Jim got the impression she was in a wicked temper, and bloody dangerous. "A strange thing to want to tell us," Jacy whispered. "Strange of her to kidnap us," Dougg whispered back. There was a moment of silence. "Strange her." Teed announced it suddenly and flatly. "I am James T. Kirk of Starfleet," Jim then said loudly. Why have you taken us? Where are Professor Olseen and his niece?" At that last sentence Teed, Jacy and Dougg looked at Jim in puzzlement. "Professor Olseen and his niece?" Dougg said, "What has that to do with this?" "In war there is always danger," Veldt answered in a flat tone, "Particularly since I am not at my best this moment. My mind wanted to be here but it's busy right now. The universe is large and time is long. For now, you are all safe. Later you may have to sacrifice." "Veldt," Jim responded after a pause as they all tried to figure her words out, "You seem to have a fondness for unclear sayings, and dubious conclusions." "You must learn to listen," Veldt whispered. "I have been listening," Jim snapped, "but I'm not sure it's helped." "You have insulted me, Jim," she suddenly shouted, her voice contorted with rage. "In kidnapping Federation citizens and Starfleet personnel, you have acted very foolish Veldt." Jim told her in a tight voice. "I, however, wish to express my profound apology, for my inability fully to understand what it is you're saying." "I don't give a damn what you apologize for," she now howled back at Jim. By this time, the humans were openly staring in astonishment at her.

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"Dealing with lower minds is so trying," she then said almost in a whisper to herself, "I wish more of my mind were here right now." She paused, then went on. "By your standards we are Super minds. My race considers me deficient though. I am more naturally belligerent than my race." Jim mentally agreed, and wondered from what piece of light from which this loony had dropped. "Lactra, Mister Kirk," she answered him, which startled Jim. "What?" demanded Jim. "You were wondering where I came from," she answered. "Telepathic," Teed dryly remarked. "Quite right Mister Sibort. I'll be simple to fit your puny minds. Lactra is a G Four sun near Epsilon Scorpii. A Class-M world, as our gravity is approximately Earth normal. The atmosphere though, is similar to Vulcan. Did I mention Lactra is predominantly a zoo?" Jim had to wonder then how she got around. "I pick up your wonderment Mister Kirk. I travel on a cushion of air. While you're quite right in that thought Mister Kirk, that your race would classify me as deficient in morals. My race outlawed me. In my travels round my world, the Klingons found me and quickly came to appreciate my skills. "I'm sure they did," Jim responded, but silently he registered his real opinion on that comment. That she was clearly a slug of many qualities, though many of them bad ones. She chose to ignore Jim's comment and thoughts. "Lactran's can focus the mental output of many minds into various wavelengths," she went on, "a powerful weapon by your standards. The odor I generated in your minds as he brought you to me was just a sample of my skill. I can just as easily make it so your brains are physically on fire from within." There was a pause while Jim's roommates and he looked at each other. Jim also noticed the Klingons had stirred uneasily at her last comment. "Where are Professor Olseen and his niece?" Rico was still thinking how she wanted to hear more about Veldt's methods for burning up their brains. She found the mental image disturbing. "Could she really do that?" Rico whispered to Dougg. "They are safely on board. I think it's time you joined them." Veldt motioned to the Klingon. He stepped over to a door on the port side of the bridge, where he keyed in a code, and the door opened. He pointed with his disrupter for them to enter. They walked into a briefing room.
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"Jim!" Ruth's voice suddenly called out gladly. She and Professor Olseen had been sitting at a table. On it was two glasses with ice in them. A partially filled bottle of Kahlua, some more ice in a bucket, and a partially eaten bowl of chips, was in front of them. They now both rose, and Ruth rushed around to embrace Jim. "We're rescued Uncle Jarl," she said as she continued to hug Jim. Then she noticed the Klingon covering them with his disrupter from the doorway. Her eyes widened with disappointment as the door closed shutting them in. "I take it they kidnapped you also?" Jarl was asking Jim. Jarl seemed quite well shaken up to Jim. "Yes," Jim answered, as he gently pushed Ruth out of his arms, "Do you know why?" "Veldt was actually only after me. Your roommates and Ruth were just in the wrong place at the wrong time I'm afraid." Jarl sat again at the table. There were only six chairs around the table. "Rico, stand watch by the door," Jim ordered, while he motioned the others also to sit. Rico moved over to the door. "Her cover to keep an eye on me while she was on Earth," Professor Olseen continued, "was as a student of mine in my music class. She's actually a Klingon agent. Through her, the Klingons have been doing some mischief on Earth that my studies were bringing to light. Apparently, I had gotten too close. I'm sorry the rest of you have become involved." He handed the bottle of Kahlua to Jim, who put it down without pouring himself a drink. Nor did he offer it to his roommates. "Who else knows about this?" Jim asked. "Not many. My wife, of course. Earlier in the day, I sent you a copy of my data showing the pattern I saw develop of Klingon interference on Earth." "We're going to have to get ourselves out of this," Dougg groused under his breath. "Probably," Jim said, although we're overdue for checking back in at the Academy. By now someone's asking questions." "My wife would become worried after awhile also," Jarl told us, "she probably has Federation Security already looking for us. She prefers her world so neat and tidy." "Your place was not neat and tidy when we came to see you Professor." Teed commented dryly. "In fact, in kidnapping you, Veldt seemed to have not only torn your home apart, she also slimed it." "Then my wife'll definitely be looking for us," Professor Olseen quickly said. He and Ruth then started laughing, which helped to ease the tension Jim noticed. "I suppose Veldt was looking for my research into her event tampering on Earth," Professor Olseen then complained.
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"The question I have," Jacy said, "is, will Federation Security connect our disappearance with Professor Olseens and Ruths?" "Eventually," Teed answered. "But in time for us?" Dougg asked. There was a moment of silence. "We can't count on that," Jim then said decisively, "we need a plan. Opinions people?" "Veldt uses some form of telepathy." Teed added. "Does she have a range, and how potentially destructive can it be to us?" "My studies show the patterns of interference have been very localized," Professor Olseen then added, "but effective. They seem to be of a type of perception distortion. I've seen no evidence of any other ability." "I feel Veldt must be in close proximity," Teed said, "for her ability to work. Remember the odor as we were walking down the hallway? It got stronger the closer we came to her." "That's right," Dougg mused. "We know the normal complement of this type of a Klingon Bird of Prey is under twelve," Jacy then said. "How many Klingons have we seen so far on this ship?" Jim asked. "Three," Rico answered from the door, "There's the one with the scar, then the two we saw with Veldt. There's probably another two or three in the engine room, and maybe another two or three scattered about the ship." "There's five of us," Jim grinned at them, "we need a diversion." Suddenly the door opened, and the Klingon with the scar was back. His disrupter was out and trained squarely on Jim Kirk. "Kirk, you and the two civilians step out," the Klingon ordered, then stepped to the side of the door, wisely staying on his side of it Jim noticed. As Jim stepped forward, Rico did also, and the Klingon moved the muzzle of his disrupter to her. "Just Kirk and them," he growled. Jim looked at Rico for a moment. His eyes were alert as always, and probing hers. There was a moment of silence. Then Jim decided. "I want her along," Jim said quietly, "she doesn't go, I don't go. Or you can stun me and carry me out," Jim added in a reasonable tone, "of course, by then, the others would have jumped you," he continued conversationally. Jim watched the Klingon consider his words. "Come on Rico," Jim beckoned her ignoring the Klingon, "let's not keep the lady waiting." Jim took Ruth's hand, motioned Professor Olseen to step in front of him, and then walked out the
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door; Rico was close on his heels and heard it shut behind them. Suddenly Jim heard a Klingon call out. "Madame Veldt." He spoke from what Jim gauged was sitting at their helm; "sensors report a vessel approaching, big, fast, on an interception course for us. Closing. Course unaltered. Estimated speed," there was a long pause, then "Warp Twelve!?!" Jim heard the same doubt in the Klingon's voice as he continued with his report. "Course and speed constant. Starboard Ten." "Raise shields Captain," Veldt ordered from the Captain's chair. She then turned to Jim. "Kirk, the Klingons have no ships capable of that speed, do you know who they could be?" Jim was surprised. Wasn't she able to lift it out of his mind, he thought. He leaned over the rail and stared intently at Veldt wondering if this anomaly was a weakness he had just discovered. The overhead lights suddenly went out, and then the red emergency lights came on, almost silhouetting everything before him. "Captain, estimate contact in point seven minutes," the Klingon at what looked like the Engineering station now reported to the Klingon at their Helm, "our power is dropping, shields will fail in thirty second at this rate of power loss." Suddenly there was a queer sight on the screen. Jim stared intently into the screen watching the curious sight. It was an amorphous mixture, with intense neon coloration. "It's circling, slowing, now stopped. It's now exactly a hundred meters off our port bow, Madame Veldt," the Klingon Captain reported from the Helm. Suddenly Veldt started screaming, although the others heard it only in their minds' Jim realized when he saw the other's reactions. Then there was a swirl of neon colors on the bridge, and out of it a voice. Jim couldn't tell whether it was male or female. "None of you really accept the distinction between self-defense and domination," the voice said conversationally, "now, I'm an officer with a sense of the aesthetic, and I intend to supervise this job, instead of merely meddling." Veldt was still screaming her bloody mental head off, when suddenly she quit screaming. The silence was loud. The Klingon Captain chose that moment to reach for his disrupter. He never got a chance. Instead, his disrupter disappeared from his hand, and reappeared in Jim's hand. The other Klingons had drawn their weapons also, but now lowered them at the sight of the disrupter in Jim's hand. Jim knew Klingons hated to be without a weapon. Whoever had switched the Klingon Captain's disrupter had just insulted him by taking away his weapon without a struggle. Further insults were added by giving it to an enemy. Jim suspected the culprit was the voice. "Captain," the voice said conversationally. "I understand your Klingon saying that 'There are no civilians in war.' It encapsulates so well in one short sentence the idea of selfish and desperate behavior . . . whether the behavior is of a Klingon, a human or a Lactran." The Klingon Captain was staring at the gyrating colors with a building fury. His two crewmembers were shifting angrily from foot to foot, trying to watch their Captain, the humans, Veldt, and the colors at the same time. Veldt, on the other hand, was very quiet; she almost seemed to be asleep. "While you, James T. Kirk," the voice went on, "have rightly understood that it makes no
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difference if one or all of your friends survive. What matters is Veldt." Jim now stepped forward, the disrupter held loosely in his hand, and asked, "Who are you?" Rico watched the Klingons and visualized their brains on fire. "I work for the Wanderers Who Play also known as Those Who Meddle. You may call me Ira," the voice answered. "For now, that is all that is important for you to know." "I don't understand, Jim interrupted. "What are you?" "I am what I simply do, because it is impossible to discover what anything is in any other way. In my case, I meddle. For Veldt, her behavior was attempts, albeit useless and self-centered ones, to explain away an act that should never have happened." "What act?" Jim asked puzzled. "Her people consider her an abomination, they banished her. The Klingons found her. What the Klingons did not know was how much Veldt has deliberately used them, and all of you, as participants and witness to convey her message of the synthesis of the many interpretations of her one known, she is a mutant. Her actions were attempts to right her people's actions. The Klingons just wanted to use her, while Veldt, we have observed, went on to examine her people's choice, Veldt's banishment, and to see a reason for this catastrophic fact in her life, on top of being born a mutant. Her life, and now your presence here, is part of her search for this reason. Veldt's banishment was also a metaphor for her people. The interrelationship of self, family, society, love and commitment is woven so tightly throughout Veldt's people that not one Lactran was left unaffected by Veldt's existence on their planet when she was born." "I'm still not sure I understand about Veldt," Jim said in a puzzled tone. "No matter," Ira said patiently, "Veldt will be removed, for her, her life will finally be laid to rest." "I'm now concerned about us. What are you going to do with us?" Jim pressed Ira. "The rest of you," Ira answered, "those who have had contact or knowledge of Veldt, all of you will have your memories altered. Any words you speak about Veldt will be noted as hearsay concerning a highly unlikely event from reporters whose veracity is doubtful. It will turn out that none of you will lie, you will all be merely telling the truth as you perceived and remembered it. You will simply tell what you know to be true, although another, such as us Wanderers Who Play, may know differently." "How is it your judgment is to be trusted more than mine?" the Klingon Captain suddenly roared, "you are on my ship, and Veldt and the humans are my responsibility!" "I feel you are asking a very different question Captain." Ira continued. "I understand all too well how the Wanderers Who Play cannot actually feel the personal and internal resonance of the viewpoints of those they meddle with. Yet, I sense control of the situation, and power, is what you are really asking for. Captain, what you want is sometimes unobtainable to you. The known I have for you is this: you will blame the humans, and the humans will blame you. This
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conclusion annoys my conscience, or the bookkeeping system I use in place of one." "We have no quarrel with you, we wish only to return to Earth," Jim then pointed out. "Furthermore, any blame will be judged by the Federation, not us." "To the Wanderers Who Play, that is not the issue here Kirk. A mistake was made. Veldt was the result. Now they seek to correct the mistake as best as they can. I ask you to consider Veldt Kirk. You are really the objective, rational, and balanced centers of your people's attempt to return to your home. It is the same for Those Who Meddle in the matter of Veldt. My final point is this: Veldts vanity and self-interest are unavoidable facts of her existence because of Those Who Meddle. Veldt did not inherit her people's true spirit. Now it is my duty to correct the interference of Those Who Meddle. I offer her a life she has been incapable of previously. Certainly, Veldt's defeat or feat is to be heroized. However, the Wanderers Who Play tried to cover their mistake over by piquing her world's conscience, they only succeeded in getting her banished, as her presence brought social chaos to her world. Don't you understand Jim that Veldt and Those Who Meddle are both haunted by their mistake?" "I understand you must do your duty. I hope you understand that must so also." Jim said purposefully. "It is time," the voice said, "I do understand Kirk, just remember, the Klingons also must perform their duty." The swirl of neon colors moved over to the unconscious Veldt. For a moment, it enveloped her. Then both were gone. Start MUSIC Star Trek Original Theme http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWSp5ijOOfk. CURTAIN closes, The End

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