Old & New
"Admiral LaSaille, I understand that you do have a right to defend yourself, but the manner of your defense...how does one say this...it was brutal."
LaSaille locked eyes with Admiral Cendara. "Have you ever been stuck with one of those knives?"
"No, I can't say I have."
"It isn't pleasant. I don't intend to have a repeat of the incident."
"Why don't you carry a phaser like everyone else man?" Added Admiral Yanyos of Military Command.
"I do."
"Why didn't you use it? that would have saved a world of trouble."
"Trouble from whom? The Klingons?"
Cendara broke back in. "No, the only complaint I have gotten from the Klingons was your parting comment about trash. They claim that it was and I quote 'not an honorable tribute to a fallen foe'."
Jerry shrugged. "They would be right, it wasn't the most diplomatic thing to say. I do regret it."
Cendara was on his feet. "Why didn't you just stun him, they we would have nothing to regret!"
"Admiral Cendara, how well do you understand Klingons?"
"I've met a few."
LaSaille leaned into his point. "I mean understand them, how they think, how they act, why they act as they act?"
Cendara sat down. "No one in the Federation knows them that well."
"There is one person."
"Who?"
"Myself."
"When did you spend time among Klingons?"
"How soon we forget. I spend two years slinking around in the rain and mud of Anaxar studying Klingons."
"What's your point?"
"Stunning him would only have made it worse. I would have dishonored him among his fellows. He would, at that point, do anything to find me and kill me. The reason the Klingons have not complained about my shooting him down in the street, is they would have done the same thing. OK, they likely would have fought him blade to blade. I declined to fight. He didn't do his homework."
Cendara looked at LaSaille with horror. "You don't even understand this, do you? Your actions are a public relations nightmare. We cannot have the head of Galaxy Exploration Command, a full Admiral in Starfleet shooting people in the street like some 20th century thug!"
"Far better the Admiral take a knife in the gut, or have a Klingon gunning for his hide the rest of his life?"
"That isn't what I mean."
"It's exactly what you mean even if you don't have the guts to say it. You would prefer a Galaxy where that sort of thing didn't happen. A Galaxy where nothing and no one ever rocks the Public Relations boat. I would prefer a Galaxy where I could eschew violence as well, but it isn't happening. As for PR, I have some suggestions that are likely to be physically impossible."
"We have to consider the reputation of Starfleet."
"Individuals can take it up the ass if that helps PR. Better an heroic funeral than a dead punk."
"I'm not wishing anyone dead. Good grief man, we do have to consider how the public views us."
Yanyos interjected. "We cannot allow this incident to go without some manner of action Admiral LaSaille, for the good of the fleet."
LaSaille addressed the Advocate General, who had remained silent to this point. "Has any law been broken?"
She consulted her PADD. "No, to the best of my knowledge no laws have been broken."
"Has any Starfleet regulation been broken?"
"No, there are no regulations about flag officers carrying personal weapons, or defending themselves."
"Has there been a diplomatic complaint about the shooting?"
"No."
Jerry looked the other members of the joint chiefs over. "But 'something must be done', and that solely for the PR. 'For the good of the Fleet'." His face hardened. "There was a time, when the actions of this body were directed to the honest accomplishment of the mission in our charter. There was a time that any officer that did right and good could expect that his actions, no matter how unpopular, would be defended."
Cendara sat with his hands spread firmly on the desk. "We must consider the good of the service. Times are changing, Starfleet must keep up."
LaSaille looked right at him, and spoke softly. "There was a time we lead, not followed. There was a time when such nonsense as 'the greater good' was not tolerated in this room. There was a time I was proud to be a part of Fleet. I have served Starfleet for 61 years. I have done good in that time. But I have no more patience for the mealy mouthed organization that flinches with every change in the wind of almighty public opinion that Starfleet has become." Jerry opened his jacket and shrugged it off. His shoulder holster and the grip of the darkly blued Colt were exposed to everyone. He tossed the coat down in front of Admiral Cendara. "I'm through with the lot of you, as of right now. I have other things to do with my time."
Old and New -- Garry Stahl, January 2005
"...to everything there is a season, and time for every purpose under Heaven". All actions have consequences. Here we see the consequences of the events in A Warrior's Tale. Jerold Ryan LaSaille moves into the era beyond his time in Starfleet.
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We can't have ruffians and cowboys and free thinkers just running around shooting people! Think of the Carpets! Pink on that color of Beige? You've caused an INCIDENT!
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Closure
Hot and thin. The few times I had been on Vulcan that is the thought the air always brought to mind hot and thin. So I was on Vulcan again, at the request of a most unusual man. At the moment I was walking behind a Vulcan woman that was taking me to him.
I caught sight of myself in a reflective surface. It startled a little still. I was still getting used to not wearing a Starfleet uniform every waking hour, discovering that I still had no great sense of style.
“This way Mr. LaSaille” said the woman indicating a door. “He knows you are coming.”
I entered the austere Vulcan sitting room. The man in question was meditating. I stood just inside the door and waited until he indicated awareness of me.
“Come in Mr LaSaille.” He rose from his meditative posture. “I was not sure your would come at all.”
I entered at his bidding. “I was surprised that you were asking for me. I would think I would be the last person you wanted to see Srock.”
“The logic is not apparent, no.” He turned to face me. “I do not claim logic in this matter. Logic, has frequently failed me in the past.” A slight hint of a near smile crossed his lips.
“I am here.”
“I see that you are. You did not bring Aleilan.”
“She is in the lobby. You did not ask for her. I am no longer an officer in Starfleet Srock. I travel with whom I please.”
“Indeed. It has been many years, and your visage has not changed. I expected those changes as a human would age.”
“I am as I am.”
“You offer no explanation.”
“I do not. I have a question however.”
“The obvious one I think.”
“Most likely, why did you wish to see me?”
“To do a human thing. To express my thanks.”
The laugh nearly got out. I sternly suppressed it. “Your thanks? Srock, you have been in this institution for 50 years and you thank me?”
“Yes, I thank you. Without you, I would most likely be no where. My Katra lost, my memory forgotten. I am to be released soon. I can attempt to find for myself a more normal life, because of you.”
I stood for a moment , silent. “Then I can but accept you sentiments with the grace with which they are offered.” I made the hand gesture Vulcans use. “Live Long and Prosper Srock.”
He returned my salute. “Live Long and Prosper Jerold LaSaille.. As you once said to me, for what you have done to my benefit, I will remember.”
Closure – August, 2008
This scene came to me driving to a computer meeting. It's a nice end cap to Hail to the Valiant.
Hot and thin. The few times I had been on Vulcan that is the thought the air always brought to mind hot and thin. So I was on Vulcan again, at the request of a most unusual man. At the moment I was walking behind a Vulcan woman that was taking me to him.
I caught sight of myself in a reflective surface. It startled a little still. I was still getting used to not wearing a Starfleet uniform every waking hour, discovering that I still had no great sense of style.
“This way Mr. LaSaille” said the woman indicating a door. “He knows you are coming.”
I entered the austere Vulcan sitting room. The man in question was meditating. I stood just inside the door and waited until he indicated awareness of me.
“Come in Mr LaSaille.” He rose from his meditative posture. “I was not sure your would come at all.”
I entered at his bidding. “I was surprised that you were asking for me. I would think I would be the last person you wanted to see Srock.”
“The logic is not apparent, no.” He turned to face me. “I do not claim logic in this matter. Logic, has frequently failed me in the past.” A slight hint of a near smile crossed his lips.
“I am here.”
“I see that you are. You did not bring Aleilan.”
“She is in the lobby. You did not ask for her. I am no longer an officer in Starfleet Srock. I travel with whom I please.”
“Indeed. It has been many years, and your visage has not changed. I expected those changes as a human would age.”
“I am as I am.”
“You offer no explanation.”
“I do not. I have a question however.”
“The obvious one I think.”
“Most likely, why did you wish to see me?”
“To do a human thing. To express my thanks.”
The laugh nearly got out. I sternly suppressed it. “Your thanks? Srock, you have been in this institution for 50 years and you thank me?”
“Yes, I thank you. Without you, I would most likely be no where. My Katra lost, my memory forgotten. I am to be released soon. I can attempt to find for myself a more normal life, because of you.”
I stood for a moment , silent. “Then I can but accept you sentiments with the grace with which they are offered.” I made the hand gesture Vulcans use. “Live Long and Prosper Srock.”
He returned my salute. “Live Long and Prosper Jerold LaSaille.. As you once said to me, for what you have done to my benefit, I will remember.”
Closure – August, 2008
This scene came to me driving to a computer meeting. It's a nice end cap to Hail to the Valiant.
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Now That You Have It...
Summertime, Savanna sizzled on a perfect day. El Nanth was at zenith, and you could all but hear the UV hit the ground.
Aleilan was out playing among the herd. Jerry brushed his hair, nearly white from the sun, back from his face. Time to pop down for a haircut. Might as well fire up the old hovercar and take a run into town.
The garage was a cavern of cool compared to the sun outside. Jerry ran a through preflight on the old Sabb. It didn't get out very often.
Preflight finished he buckled in and opened the garage door. As he hovered out the roof turned a near black as it came out under the open sky. He flipped the approach radar on, and put on the headphones with the mike around by his mouth.
"Jerry to Landing traffic control, how is the approach at 500?"
"Morning Jerry, you are clear at 500, enjoy your drive."
Roger that Landing. Approach at 500 is clear into town."
Jerry ran the car up to 500 meters, eased the throttle forward to Mach 2 for the drive into Landing City.
Twenty minutes latter he settled the car down to ground hover mode and eased into the town proper. There wasn't anyone's vehicle in front of Floyd's barbershop, but a small herd of Ane was gathered in and about. When he entered he noted that several of the locals were present as well. An Ane was getting a mane trim at the moment. It was someone he knew.
"Treban, when did you decide on the cultured look?"
**Today, and I am following through on the decision.**
"It suits you."
**Why thank you.**
Jerry looked at at the small crowd. "Who's next?"
"You are." Said Jila. "We're just hanging loose."
Nuru looked up from the filmy he was reading. "When are you rolling the Kongo out?"
Jerry smiled. "Next week. Oh she looks good. All finished except for a very through inspection."
"That's something I don't think anyone wants to miss. It's going on three years now?"
Jerry sat. "Five. It took me two years to get her bought and moved to El Nanth."
Jila nodded. "Yea, she looked a sight coming in. Starfleet used her up good."
"That is what starships are for."
"What are you going to do with her?"
Jerry scratched his chin. "I don't have that part thought out truth be told." **It is always best to tell the truth.** Interjected Treban.
"A statement of the obvious. She isn't the ship the Desiderata is, not as fast, not as roomy. She is a bit of history at this point."
"What about starship rides?" Asked Nuru.
"Starship rides?"
"Yea, let people get a feel for what a starship is like. So many museum ships are locked down and safed to the point they might as well be mock-ups. Why not let people feel the real thing, underway."
"I'll have to consider that Nuru. I don't want to play tour guide to an endless parade of tourists, but the idea does have a certain appeal."
"It would do these kids good to learn what went before."
A light came into Jerry's eyes. "Yes, it would."
Nuru looked at him. "You're not thinking what I'm thinking?"
"No, I don't think so. Taking school kids out would be a good thing and I will be doing that, but taking Starfleet kids out would be good as well. They need exposure to something outside the latest thing. A chance to absorb an older Starfleet culture."
"Always the subversive."
"Damn straight Nuru, Damn straight." Jerry grinned.
"Next?" Called the Barber.
Now That You Have It... -- Garry Stahl, March 2005
The question asked of the dog that finally caught the car.
Summertime, Savanna sizzled on a perfect day. El Nanth was at zenith, and you could all but hear the UV hit the ground.
Aleilan was out playing among the herd. Jerry brushed his hair, nearly white from the sun, back from his face. Time to pop down for a haircut. Might as well fire up the old hovercar and take a run into town.
The garage was a cavern of cool compared to the sun outside. Jerry ran a through preflight on the old Sabb. It didn't get out very often.
Preflight finished he buckled in and opened the garage door. As he hovered out the roof turned a near black as it came out under the open sky. He flipped the approach radar on, and put on the headphones with the mike around by his mouth.
"Jerry to Landing traffic control, how is the approach at 500?"
"Morning Jerry, you are clear at 500, enjoy your drive."
Roger that Landing. Approach at 500 is clear into town."
Jerry ran the car up to 500 meters, eased the throttle forward to Mach 2 for the drive into Landing City.
Twenty minutes latter he settled the car down to ground hover mode and eased into the town proper. There wasn't anyone's vehicle in front of Floyd's barbershop, but a small herd of Ane was gathered in and about. When he entered he noted that several of the locals were present as well. An Ane was getting a mane trim at the moment. It was someone he knew.
"Treban, when did you decide on the cultured look?"
**Today, and I am following through on the decision.**
"It suits you."
**Why thank you.**
Jerry looked at at the small crowd. "Who's next?"
"You are." Said Jila. "We're just hanging loose."
Nuru looked up from the filmy he was reading. "When are you rolling the Kongo out?"
Jerry smiled. "Next week. Oh she looks good. All finished except for a very through inspection."
"That's something I don't think anyone wants to miss. It's going on three years now?"
Jerry sat. "Five. It took me two years to get her bought and moved to El Nanth."
Jila nodded. "Yea, she looked a sight coming in. Starfleet used her up good."
"That is what starships are for."
"What are you going to do with her?"
Jerry scratched his chin. "I don't have that part thought out truth be told." **It is always best to tell the truth.** Interjected Treban.
"A statement of the obvious. She isn't the ship the Desiderata is, not as fast, not as roomy. She is a bit of history at this point."
"What about starship rides?" Asked Nuru.
"Starship rides?"
"Yea, let people get a feel for what a starship is like. So many museum ships are locked down and safed to the point they might as well be mock-ups. Why not let people feel the real thing, underway."
"I'll have to consider that Nuru. I don't want to play tour guide to an endless parade of tourists, but the idea does have a certain appeal."
"It would do these kids good to learn what went before."
A light came into Jerry's eyes. "Yes, it would."
Nuru looked at him. "You're not thinking what I'm thinking?"
"No, I don't think so. Taking school kids out would be a good thing and I will be doing that, but taking Starfleet kids out would be good as well. They need exposure to something outside the latest thing. A chance to absorb an older Starfleet culture."
"Always the subversive."
"Damn straight Nuru, Damn straight." Jerry grinned.
"Next?" Called the Barber.
Now That You Have It... -- Garry Stahl, March 2005
The question asked of the dog that finally caught the car.
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Like the USS Constitution
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Reasons
The Klingon warrior approached the Human with caution. He kept his drink firmly in front of him. He would have preferred a disruptor, a ship's disruptor. A public place was no assurance with this Human. He stopped a few feet from the Human's table.
"Are you Jerold Ryan LaSaille?"
"I am."
"I am Karass, son of Karnor, House of m'Thos I have questions I would have answered."
Jerry looked at the Klingon doing his best to be calm. "Sit, ask your questions."
Karass sat and placed his drink on the table. He placed his hands flat on the table as well. "Twenty five years ago you shot my Uncle at Starbase 24."
Jerry's face drooped a bit. "Yes, I shot a Klingon."
"Why did you dishonor him with your words?"
Weariness stole over Jerry's face. "I was not a Klingon, and at that time, I was barely a Human."
"I do not understand. I want to understand."
"I don't know if I can explain it."
"Will you try?"
"This understanding matters to you?"
"Yes. I want to know what differences drove you to say these things. You are not a Klingon. Your death will not unsay the words that have been said. Only your words can accomplish that."
Jerry nodded. "I will try to explain. twenty five years ago I was suffering the long term effects of a most rare malady, longevity. I have spent the last ten years trying to get a grip on that."
Karass furrowed his brow. "How is living long a disease?"
"It depends on how long you live Karass. I am nearly 400 years old. Humans are not evolved to live 400 years. My mind was slipping. I was forgetting the when of things, I had started to look on shorter lived people, as being less people because of it. Your Uncle, at that moment meant less than nothing to me, and I said words that should not have been said. I have since regretted them deeply."
"Your words are strange. But I sense truth in them. How comes a Human to live so many years?"
"You find that out Karass, and then tell me. I don't know. I simply fail to die, I fail to age. No one can explain me, least of all me."
"You tell me that you regret, what have you done to repent your actions?"
"I have sought help for the problems of my mind. It was seek help or descend into madness. I had no desire to live a mad man."
"Have they worked?"
"I am in public. It is only recently I have allowed myself back into public. What token do you wish to take from this Karass?"
"I do not know."
Jerry nodded and spoke in Klingon. /"Your Uncle was a proud warrior. He was prepared to avenge the death of his Father, your Grandfather. His only error was in misjudging an old wolf that had seen too many fights. I dishonored his efforts with my words. Can I restore that with new words?/"
"/You are Human, I will accept your words. I have one further question./"
"/Ask./"
"/How did my grandfather die?/"
"/He died performing his duty. It was war, he was my foe. I thought I had killed him cleanly. Klingons are a tough people./"
Karass rose from the table. "I leave with a lighter heart than I came with." He turned and left.
Jerry sat and pondered....
Reasons -- Garry Stahl, Febuary 2005
The Klingon warrior approached the Human with caution. He kept his drink firmly in front of him. He would have preferred a disruptor, a ship's disruptor. A public place was no assurance with this Human. He stopped a few feet from the Human's table.
"Are you Jerold Ryan LaSaille?"
"I am."
"I am Karass, son of Karnor, House of m'Thos I have questions I would have answered."
Jerry looked at the Klingon doing his best to be calm. "Sit, ask your questions."
Karass sat and placed his drink on the table. He placed his hands flat on the table as well. "Twenty five years ago you shot my Uncle at Starbase 24."
Jerry's face drooped a bit. "Yes, I shot a Klingon."
"Why did you dishonor him with your words?"
Weariness stole over Jerry's face. "I was not a Klingon, and at that time, I was barely a Human."
"I do not understand. I want to understand."
"I don't know if I can explain it."
"Will you try?"
"This understanding matters to you?"
"Yes. I want to know what differences drove you to say these things. You are not a Klingon. Your death will not unsay the words that have been said. Only your words can accomplish that."
Jerry nodded. "I will try to explain. twenty five years ago I was suffering the long term effects of a most rare malady, longevity. I have spent the last ten years trying to get a grip on that."
Karass furrowed his brow. "How is living long a disease?"
"It depends on how long you live Karass. I am nearly 400 years old. Humans are not evolved to live 400 years. My mind was slipping. I was forgetting the when of things, I had started to look on shorter lived people, as being less people because of it. Your Uncle, at that moment meant less than nothing to me, and I said words that should not have been said. I have since regretted them deeply."
"Your words are strange. But I sense truth in them. How comes a Human to live so many years?"
"You find that out Karass, and then tell me. I don't know. I simply fail to die, I fail to age. No one can explain me, least of all me."
"You tell me that you regret, what have you done to repent your actions?"
"I have sought help for the problems of my mind. It was seek help or descend into madness. I had no desire to live a mad man."
"Have they worked?"
"I am in public. It is only recently I have allowed myself back into public. What token do you wish to take from this Karass?"
"I do not know."
Jerry nodded and spoke in Klingon. /"Your Uncle was a proud warrior. He was prepared to avenge the death of his Father, your Grandfather. His only error was in misjudging an old wolf that had seen too many fights. I dishonored his efforts with my words. Can I restore that with new words?/"
"/You are Human, I will accept your words. I have one further question./"
"/Ask./"
"/How did my grandfather die?/"
"/He died performing his duty. It was war, he was my foe. I thought I had killed him cleanly. Klingons are a tough people./"
Karass rose from the table. "I leave with a lighter heart than I came with." He turned and left.
Jerry sat and pondered....
Reasons -- Garry Stahl, Febuary 2005
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I posted the last long Jerry on Trek Creative.
Surprise
Professor Montgomery Scott looked at the gleaming ship in the El Nanth space dock window and marveled. Not that the USS Kongo was a particularly marvelous ship, but that it was here in the pristine condition it seem to enjoy was a marvel indeed.
"Do you like her Mr. Scott?"
Scotty turned to see who addressed him and felt faint. He couldn't be seeing this, he couldn't! "God all mighty!"
Jerry grabbed him in a rough hug. "Not quite. But is is damn good to see you again. I though you were lost for sure and forever."
"Aye, I did too. I was damn lucky."
"You were damn good according to Mr. LaForge."
"I thought you had left Fleet behind?"
"I have, but I've mostly forgiven them. Different people, different times and attitudes. Elizabeth never forgets. I had keyed in a note for any news about the Jenolin I recently got the news you where rescued."
"Look at ye, ye are not a day older than last I saw ye. How Jerry?"
"Scotty, remember that conversation in the Academy when I was accused of being, something over forty?"
"Aye, it was along time ago. I recall ye admitted to something of the sort."
"I very carefully didn't say how much over forty I was."
"I recall a good deal of imprecision on that part."
"If how much older that forty had gotten out I would never have been able to finish school.
"So how much over forty were ye?"
"When we graduated, I was six years short of my 300th birthday."
"Ahem,well, bein' that yea are standing here, I canna discredit that. What ever ye have, bottle it. I'll switch from Scotch."
"That is the shame Scotty, I can't. I would if I could."
"Aleilan still with ye?"
"Yes. She is on Savanna right now. I'm here to invite you to dinner. You can meet the whole family."
"Well I'll not be turnin' that doon. What about the Kongo here?"
"The short story is I bought the hull and restored her."
"I never got to see her myself."
"Lead on Scott."
A short walk took them directly to engineering. Scotty looked about, respecting the fact that many of the panels were live.
"How well restored is she?"
"Fully functional. She even caught a pirate not too long ago."
"Ye patrol in her?"
"No, but I pay for my dilithum and antimatter by taking Starfleet or local system cadets out for training once in a while. You know what it costs to keep one of these beasts up and running. The Ane treasury isn't bottomless."
Scotty's hands twitched over the master system control panel.
"One minute." Jerry pulled a communicator out of his pocket. "Station control, USS Kongo."
"Station control here."
"The Kongo will be dock testing engine systems."
"Test noted, proceed Kongo."
"Go ahead Scotty."
Scott caressed the old controls feeling the ship come alive around him. He set the system for simulation and proceeded to run the Kongo through several tests. "Aye she's a sweet ship."
"Are you in a hurry to get where your going?"
"Nae. When does she go out next?"
"Ten Days. It would be a nice switch to take the center seat."
"Ye don't?"
Jerry gave a little smile. "Qualified engineers on this gear are as rare as hen's teeth. I can state as a fact that the two most qualified engineers on Constitution class starships are standing right here, for the whole of the Federation."
"An ye never served as an engineer."
"Necessity and all. I have become good for lack of anyone else. Oh, I have a goodly number of trained and willing assistants, but they either graduate the local Academy or if Starfleet, move on to other assignments I have to keep training new ones. I have let her out without myself on board."
"Good you don't try it by yerself. Well, I was headin' to the backside of nowhere. Star Base 600, seems they have a chance of cracking the disodium problem. Their young genius asked for me by name he did."
"Wow. Is this for real or is this another pipe dream?"
"For real, they have a source of disodium and Young Provid Akkaknin has gotten a reactor started, if not sustained."
"Sweet, I'll have to look into that. Do you have a ship?"
"Nay, I dinna think the Hairy Haggis could make the trip. She's a sweet ship, but small."
"Cash out any tickets you have. You just got an invitation for a two week vacation and a quick trip via Express."
"Ye can do that?"
"I know where Starbase 600 is. Oz is an Ane world. I can have you teleported there in seconds."
Scotty put out a hand. "Ye have yerself a deal."
"Now, I happen to know that Mike at the Shipview Cafe has a bottle of The Glenlivet under the bar. Real stuff, not replicated. I know you hate to keep a bottle waiting."
Surprise -- Garry Stahl, May 2009
This would be after Susan's "Matters of Perspective" and ties in with the Starbase 600 game. I have the recovered Scotty (Relics) taking a post at the Edinburgh Institute of Technology as an instructor. He was asked to come out and brainstorm on the disodium project, which he is doing here. There is a scene in the game where he walks into Hailey's office with the teleporting Ane trotting in behind him. A bit o' fan service for Jay's character, as Admiral Hailey
Lt. Provid Akkaknin, an Andorian is also a character in the game. A troubled Lieutenant. Hailey was offering clean slate transfers to problem people in the core to get people. Akkaknin was on of those he got. This problem turned out to a be a genius with authority issues. He was put in a position to thrive, and started doing something with the disodium Hailey had discovered earlier. Needing more experience he asked Scotty to come out and help him.
Again this refers to the yet to be finished "First Day" about Jerry's time in the Academy. I'm having fun with it, but I don't have a plot yet. So far it is scenes of Jerry at the Academy, it's not about anything.
Surprise
Professor Montgomery Scott looked at the gleaming ship in the El Nanth space dock window and marveled. Not that the USS Kongo was a particularly marvelous ship, but that it was here in the pristine condition it seem to enjoy was a marvel indeed.
"Do you like her Mr. Scott?"
Scotty turned to see who addressed him and felt faint. He couldn't be seeing this, he couldn't! "God all mighty!"
Jerry grabbed him in a rough hug. "Not quite. But is is damn good to see you again. I though you were lost for sure and forever."
"Aye, I did too. I was damn lucky."
"You were damn good according to Mr. LaForge."
"I thought you had left Fleet behind?"
"I have, but I've mostly forgiven them. Different people, different times and attitudes. Elizabeth never forgets. I had keyed in a note for any news about the Jenolin I recently got the news you where rescued."
"Look at ye, ye are not a day older than last I saw ye. How Jerry?"
"Scotty, remember that conversation in the Academy when I was accused of being, something over forty?"
"Aye, it was along time ago. I recall ye admitted to something of the sort."
"I very carefully didn't say how much over forty I was."
"I recall a good deal of imprecision on that part."
"If how much older that forty had gotten out I would never have been able to finish school.
"So how much over forty were ye?"
"When we graduated, I was six years short of my 300th birthday."
"Ahem,well, bein' that yea are standing here, I canna discredit that. What ever ye have, bottle it. I'll switch from Scotch."
"That is the shame Scotty, I can't. I would if I could."
"Aleilan still with ye?"
"Yes. She is on Savanna right now. I'm here to invite you to dinner. You can meet the whole family."
"Well I'll not be turnin' that doon. What about the Kongo here?"
"The short story is I bought the hull and restored her."
"I never got to see her myself."
"Lead on Scott."
A short walk took them directly to engineering. Scotty looked about, respecting the fact that many of the panels were live.
"How well restored is she?"
"Fully functional. She even caught a pirate not too long ago."
"Ye patrol in her?"
"No, but I pay for my dilithum and antimatter by taking Starfleet or local system cadets out for training once in a while. You know what it costs to keep one of these beasts up and running. The Ane treasury isn't bottomless."
Scotty's hands twitched over the master system control panel.
"One minute." Jerry pulled a communicator out of his pocket. "Station control, USS Kongo."
"Station control here."
"The Kongo will be dock testing engine systems."
"Test noted, proceed Kongo."
"Go ahead Scotty."
Scott caressed the old controls feeling the ship come alive around him. He set the system for simulation and proceeded to run the Kongo through several tests. "Aye she's a sweet ship."
"Are you in a hurry to get where your going?"
"Nae. When does she go out next?"
"Ten Days. It would be a nice switch to take the center seat."
"Ye don't?"
Jerry gave a little smile. "Qualified engineers on this gear are as rare as hen's teeth. I can state as a fact that the two most qualified engineers on Constitution class starships are standing right here, for the whole of the Federation."
"An ye never served as an engineer."
"Necessity and all. I have become good for lack of anyone else. Oh, I have a goodly number of trained and willing assistants, but they either graduate the local Academy or if Starfleet, move on to other assignments I have to keep training new ones. I have let her out without myself on board."
"Good you don't try it by yerself. Well, I was headin' to the backside of nowhere. Star Base 600, seems they have a chance of cracking the disodium problem. Their young genius asked for me by name he did."
"Wow. Is this for real or is this another pipe dream?"
"For real, they have a source of disodium and Young Provid Akkaknin has gotten a reactor started, if not sustained."
"Sweet, I'll have to look into that. Do you have a ship?"
"Nay, I dinna think the Hairy Haggis could make the trip. She's a sweet ship, but small."
"Cash out any tickets you have. You just got an invitation for a two week vacation and a quick trip via Express."
"Ye can do that?"
"I know where Starbase 600 is. Oz is an Ane world. I can have you teleported there in seconds."
Scotty put out a hand. "Ye have yerself a deal."
"Now, I happen to know that Mike at the Shipview Cafe has a bottle of The Glenlivet under the bar. Real stuff, not replicated. I know you hate to keep a bottle waiting."
Surprise -- Garry Stahl, May 2009
This would be after Susan's "Matters of Perspective" and ties in with the Starbase 600 game. I have the recovered Scotty (Relics) taking a post at the Edinburgh Institute of Technology as an instructor. He was asked to come out and brainstorm on the disodium project, which he is doing here. There is a scene in the game where he walks into Hailey's office with the teleporting Ane trotting in behind him. A bit o' fan service for Jay's character, as Admiral Hailey
Lt. Provid Akkaknin, an Andorian is also a character in the game. A troubled Lieutenant. Hailey was offering clean slate transfers to problem people in the core to get people. Akkaknin was on of those he got. This problem turned out to a be a genius with authority issues. He was put in a position to thrive, and started doing something with the disodium Hailey had discovered earlier. Needing more experience he asked Scotty to come out and help him.
Again this refers to the yet to be finished "First Day" about Jerry's time in the Academy. I'm having fun with it, but I don't have a plot yet. So far it is scenes of Jerry at the Academy, it's not about anything.
-- The Innkeeper
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